Ok fans, first, Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all enjoy the holiday season! It is time for the next part. As you can see, the monstrous Helga is finally getting hers. This next part continues that story. This series is close to ending and I hope you continue to enjoy the adventure. It has been an absolute thrill bringing you this story and I certainly hope you have enjoyed the story itself as much as the tickling scenes. We have three more parts to it and it is time for the next one. Of course, your comments and feedback are greatly encouraged!
(Oh, sorry I misspelled the Russian word "no" in the last part. lol I corrected it for this part)
PART 10
Darby gulped as she wanted to have some fun. She was trying to figure out what to do first. She then reached her left index finger forward and placed it at the base of those massive toes on the right foot and then softly stroked it down the ball of the foot, into the arch and then off the heel. She could feel that foot trembling and it amused her. She did it again and felt the quiver in the sole. She did it again and again and again. The pace of the stroking got faster as she loved the texture of the skin and the trembling beneath her finger. “Tickle tickle tickle” she teased as she seemed to remain in a trance.
Helga felt her stomach muscles tighten and could feel that ticklish sensation rip through her and now she was worried. This tickled a lot more than she anticipated and panic started to set in. A giggle came out as she felt the finger stroking her foot at a faster pace, and she wanted to suppress it. Unfortunately for her, her body had other plans and she started to giggle a little louder and soon a steady stream of giggles poured out. Then the stroking stopped. She could see La Diabla’s hand raised in the air and the tickling stopped. Now, she wondered what that woman was up to. Helga knew it was not going to be good.
La Diabla had her hand raised and had Darby stop the tickling. She looked at her student and wanted to give her another lesson on how to humiliate Helga. “Darby, you will resume your foot tickling shortly. But, I think we should put The Cream on her toes! I think she deserves to feel that unbearable sensation on her feet. Trust me, it is quite horrible….”
Helga’s eyes popped wide open!!! The threat of that substance going onto her sensitive feet really drove fear into her. If Darby’s simply stroking was already bothering her, having her toes violated by that cream would really torture her. “NYET!!!!! PLEASE!!! DON’T USE THAT CREAM ON MY TOES!!! NYET!!!” she yelled out. She did not care if she started to beg, she just could not deal with that substance on her skin.
La Diabla turned her body as much as she could to look at Helga. She loved that look on Helga’s face. It was the look of fear. To see that look really gave her a jolt of power. A cruel smile formed on her face as she knew what she was about to say next. “Well, if you want to avoid that cream, then BEG to have your feet tickled. BEG!!!” she demanded.
Helga looked at La Diabla in horror as she heard what the outlaw told her. She had to beg to have her feet tickled? She could already feel the ticklish tremors going through her body because Darby was touching her feet right now, but she had to actually ask her to torment her? Her ego told her to refuse, and she would never be broken, but the threat of that cream on her feet was definitely not the better option. What made the choice even more dreadful was, she knew La Diabla WOULD NOT hesitate to apply the cream to her feet, so she was faced with a humiliating decision. She closed her eyes in shame, took a deep breath then made her choice. “Tickle my feet…” she whispered.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you…” La Diabla said in a very firm tone. She wanted this woman to beg!
“I said….” Helga started, then opened her eyes. She could see the look of sadistic glee on La Diabla’s face, and she swallowed her pride. “Can you please tickle my feet?” she said a little louder.
“That’s not begging!!!! I said BEG you bitch!!!” La Diabla demanded with a very stern tone. She wanted to humiliate this woman and there was no glee on her face.
Helga groaned, then looked La Diabla right in the eyes. “Can you please tickle my feet?? I BEG you to tickle my feet! Tickle my feet!!” she said with great shame flowing through her.
La Diabla’s face formed a grin. A truly satisfied, sadistic, gleeful smile formed, then her demeanor changed to a happy bubbly sight. “Now, was that so hard ticklish widdle girl? You can have your wish! We are going to tickle your feet!!!!” she laughed, then faced Darby. “You heard her Darby; she wants us to tickle her feet! Let’s do it!”
Darby clapped her hands a little bit and then looked at those trapped feet. She took both of her index fingers and placed them on both respective soles, directly in the arches. She then started to stroke the soles with her fingers, and she loved the reactions. The feet were trembling under the touch, and she could see them trying to sway, desperately trying to get away from the tickling fingers. Darby simply followed the feet, and she felt her own sense of entertainment. “Kitchy kitchy koo! I think I have some TICKLISH feet here!” she laughed.
Helga felt the fingers stroking in her arches and she could feel the ticklish tremors resonating in her body. She even tried to sway her feet side to side, but it was no use. With her toes tied, she had no choice but to endure the tickling attack. She could feel some small giggles coming out and she did her best to hold them in. She also had a mixture of embarrassment and anger as she was forced to beg for her feet to be tickled. She still could not believe these women were winning against her and soon, she knew she would be at their mercy. This was something she was definitely not used to and now she was paying a price. The giggles started to get stronger, and it took all of her strength to not explode in laughter.
Darby continued to stroke her fingers in the arches, and she was starting to get more excited. The more she tickled, the more the feet started to tremble under her touch. She could see the toes starting to strain and now she decided to slowly rake her fingers in the arches. That seemed to be very effective as she could hear the giggles getting stronger and stronger. “Someone really wants to laugh, doesn’t she? It is ok, you can laugh. I know this must really tickle you a lot. I know it would tickle me….” she teased. The amount of joy she was experiencing right now really thrilled her. There truly was a sense of power in tickling someone.
La Diabla could only smile as she saw Darby tickling those large feet. She was proud of her friend as she seemed to be getting into tickling those feet. She couldn’t help but laugh as she heard Darby using teasing words, which she knew would torment Helga even more. She could hear the giggles getting louder behind her and it was just a matter of time before Helga lost it. She wondered if Darby learned how to use teasing words while tickling from her. After all, she really tormented Darby on those two occasions so maybe the deputy learned a thing or two. Then a smile came to her face when she heard the giggles now become strong laugher.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! STOP TOUCHING MY FEET!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Helga started to laugh as she felt those fingers touching the part of her arches where they connected with the ball of her foot. That was a real tender spot, a spot she didn’t even know about. It really got to her, and her body had to react even if her mind did not want to do it. Now, she was vulnerable, and she hated this feeling, but Darby touching her feet was quite effective.
Darby was now scrabbling her fingers faster, then she stopped for a moment. She reached her right hand forward to grab the tips of the toes so she could hold the feet still, then went back to her arch tickling. Her fingers absolutely loved touching this skin. She expected the skin of the soles to be rough since Helga was such a strong, dominant woman, but the skin had some tenderness to it. Now, her eyes looked at the ball of the foot. She could see that area and now her curiosity got to her. She took her index finger and started to swipe it back and forth across the width of the ball and she heard the laughter coming out more freely. This made her giggle to herself as she could hear that laughter. Now she started to zip her finger up and down the surface area of the ball, touching the top of the ball near the toes, then zip right back down close to the arch, then back up as though she was making a “vvvvvvv” design. She heard a squeal come out and she laughed. “Wow! Someone is very ticklish on her feet!”
Helga could feel the finger going up and down on the ball of her foot and it was driving her crazy. She blushed again as she let a high pitched squeal out and now she was getting quite uncomfortable being forced to laugh. She started to tug at her shackles, trying to use her brute strength to break them, but they just wouldn’t budge. She continued to laugh, but she didn’t want to beg. Then she felt the fingers go back into her arch, forming a lazy circle in that area. Her legs were trembling, and she just could not get free! Her eyes focused on the back of La Diabla’s head and that long black hair. She wanted to reach up and grab that hair and pull it out by the roots. Her laughter now started to get stronger as now she felt a fingernail touching her arch. That really tickled her! “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES IT TICKLES IT TICKLES!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Darby heard the laughter and felt the feet trying to break away from her grip as her nail stroked right in the arch. She discovered that her own fingernail, even though it wasn’t a very long nail at all since she like her nails trimmed, was very effective on a ticklish foot. Now she went down to the heel and wanted to try a different method. She started to scrabble her fingers in a rapid “running” motion on the skin and heard the giggles coming out, but they were not as strong. She deduced that Helga was not as ticklish on her heel, so now she wondered, where the most ticklish spot was. Darby then thought about how her own feet were tickled and what gave her an intense response. So far, she knew that the arch and ball of the foot were ticklish, but what about the instep? She then moved her finger to that tender spot and slid her finger up and down the instep. This seemed to have a nice effect.
“WHAT ARE HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU DOING??!! STOP THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP DOING THAT!!!” Helga demanded as she felt Darby’s fingers now teasing her instep. She figured out Darby was going to explore the entire foot, probably seeking the most ticklish spot. She knew that’s what she would do on her victims. She loved finding the most ticklish spot on a victim’s feet as she could hear the hysterics and panic when she touched a very sensitive spot. She remembered when she explored Darby’s feet and La Diabla’s. Both women have very sensitive feet and she enjoyed tickling them. Now, her own feet were being attacked and she wondered where the most ticklish spot was as well. No one ever found the most ticklish spot and she had no idea either. This is what made her concerned. What would happen when Darby finds it?
Darby then moved from the instep and back into the arch. She went after the ball of the foot, the arch, the heel, the instep, now she moved her fingers all the way over to the outside edge of the foot, and lightly ran her fingers on that area. Her finger slid up and down that outside edge and even though she didn’t get loud laughter, the foot would twitch a lot, making it a sensitive spot. She loved the way the foot would twitch in response to her touch, and it made her happy. She had to grip the toes tighter and then slowly slid the pad of her index finger down the outside edge of the foot. She could feel the toes quivering in her grasp and she continued to tease that outside edge. Since the feet were quite large, it took her a while to stroke down the length. “Someone has very sensitive feet! I like this! This is getting to be fun!” Darby said as though she was a small child with a new toy.
La Diabla could see the joy on Darby’s face as she tickled Helga’s big feet. She watched Darby’s technique and was impressed. She watched as Darby’s hands would move all over that foot and even saw when she was tickling the outside edge of the foot. She liked that idea and when she got her turn on Helga’s feet, she was definitely going to have to explore it. She then stared at the large toes and wondered just how ticklish they were. She figured it was time to find out! “Hey Darby, do you think she has ticklish toes??”
Darby looked up and saw that cute smile of La Diabla. She returned the smile and stared at those thick, long toes. “I think they are! Well, there is only one way to find out. Hehehehe” Darby giggled with glee. She then let go of the toes with her right hand and stared at the massive toes. She saw them trying to wiggle, but with the big toes tied together, there was no way she could hide them. She then reached her finger forward and touched the toe stem of the index toe and did a quick stroke. The toes started to shake, and the feet started to tremble. “oooohh!!! Ticklish toes!” Darby teased.
Helga flinched with great intensity when she felt her toe get tickled. It really bothered her, and she didn’t know what to think. After all those years of tickling toes of a helpless woman, now her very own toes were in danger. She felt another stroke, this time on the middle toe and a giggle came out. Fear once again flowed through her body as her toes were quite sensitive. “HEY!!!! CUT IT OUT!!! THAT…….THAT….” she stammered, trying to avoid the word.
“Tickles?” Darby laughed as she then started to lightly stroke her finger all over the stems of the toes and loved watching the feet sway all over the place. She then used her right index finger to hold the rope holding the big toes together so she could try and keep the feet still. Watching the toes wiggle as she stroked the undersides amused her. She then decided to focus on the base of the toes and when her finger stroke where the index toe was connected to the foot, she saw the toes try to scrunch. “tickle tickle tickle….” she teased. Then she slid her finger over to the next toe and tickled right there on that line.
Helga’s eyes bulged as she felt Darby’s fingers tickling the base of her poor toes and it truly surprised her how much it tickled! She started to shake her head, closed her eyes and then she just let out a steady stream of giggles. “hehehehehe HEY!!!! Stop that!!! It tickles!!! It tickles me!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha OOOOOH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!!!” she screamed as Darby’s fingers were now in her toe crevices. She felt the fingers invade that sensitive crevice between her middle toe and index toe and it really drove her crazy. She tried to clamp her toes together and it actually stopped the finger stroking.
Darby couldn’t help but laugh as the strong toes prevented her from tickling between them. “She got muh finger!” she laughed while staring at La Diabla. She tried to pull her finger free, but those toes held onto her finger. She tried to tug her finger loose, but it was trapped. This woman was strong everywhere! “Let go of muh finger!!” she laughed. She then let go of that toe tie and used her right hand’s fingers to stroke up and down the sole, which caused the toes to spread, and her finger was loose. Darby then looked at those toes and smiled. She wanted to really give them a good tickling and she remembered that night at Gertrude’s home when she and Gertrude tickled the barmaid Mandy. She was shown how to tickle some toes so she figured she could try it on Helga! “Now, I am going to see just how ticklish these toes are!!!” she shouted out, then using her left hand, she stuck her fingers between each toe crevice, interlocking her hand with Helga’s toes as though they were “holding hands”. With her fingers firmly in place, she then started to squeeze and wriggle her fingers in those toe crevices, sending huge waves of ticklish electricity through Helga’s body.
Helga felt Darby’s fingers going in between her toes and when she felt those fingers squeeze those areas, she felt an incredible amount of ticklish energy flowing through her and she couldn’t help but explode in laughter. This was definitely a sensation she was not prepared for, or even knew how bad it would be. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NYET!!!! NIEEEEEEETT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!” she started to scream in hysterics. Helga was surprised how intense the feelings were and she couldn’t help but laugh. Now she felt completely embarrassed as any resistance she tried to put up and fight she had was lost when Darby did this maneuver on her toes. Her upper body was twisting in her bonds as she tried to find a way to get herself under control.
La Diabla was taken back a little as she watched Darby place her fingers in that kind of a toe hold and she was impressed! She wondered where Darby got that idea and she even thought that maybe she could use that same technique. What really made her feel proud at the moment was the look on Darby’s face. That beautiful face had a look of evil ticklish intent on it. She could see the joy Darby was having inflicting tickle torture as her fingers were squeezing and wriggling in those crevices. The sounds Helga was making made her feel good because this was a moment she would remember forever. During this entire torture cycle, Helga would have fits of laughter, or sounds of arousal, but always found some measure of control again. With this toe tickling, she lost control and that was the moment La Diabla was waiting for. To have the Russian lose control because she would be far more susceptible to more tickling. She licked her lips as she wanted her turn. “You are doing good Darby. Keep tickling those toes! Drive it through her very soul! Or her sole, either way. Hahahaha” she teased.
Darby looked up at La Diabla and saw the glee on her face. She could tell her friend was thoroughly enjoying her method and her eyes went back to the toes. She could feel the toes trying their best to clamp together, but with her fingers sitting in there, they were helpless. Now she applied more pressure in her squeezed and wriggling and the tortured laughter got even louder. Darby was proud of herself. She found the most ticklish spot on Helga’s feet. These powerful, meaty toes. “Laugh Helga, just LAUGH!!!” she said with a little malice in her voice. Revenge tickling was very fun to her.
Helga continued to scream her laughter while in true ticklish laughter. Her mind was spinning, trying to figure out a way to compose herself but that sensation between her toes was overwhelming. Now, she was falling apart in terms of her will. Right now, all she cared about was for the toe tickling to stop. She didn’t care about how she looked, or how loud she was, she just wanted it to all stop. Her body started to convulse, and her voice started to drift into silent laughter. This was something she definitely did not want to happen. She knew when her victims went into silent laughter, their bodies and their minds would start to break down and become a lot more submissive. Now, she was headed in that direction and her ego was really starting to become damaged. Now, she tried to shout out the words “please” and “stop” but they sounded like whimpers as she went into silent laughter.
Darby kept going at the toes and she could hear the laughs drifting into silent laughter. She even knew that meant the tickle torture was overwhelming Helga. This felt so good! She was making Helga break down and it was such a rush. Her own ego started to rise as she was winning the battle against the massive Russian. She took a deep breath and then released her fingers from the toe crevices. After she pulled her fingers free, she stared at those thick toes and could see them shaking in ticklish agony. She could hear the huge sound of relief coming from Helga’s lungs and she even did a quick shiver as she felt just how much power she held over Helga’s well being. “Wow….she really does have some ticklish toes. Hehehe” she giggled.
La Diabla smiled, then clapped her hands in celebration. “You did GREAT Darby!! You got her REALLY good! I am so proud of you!” she said with joy in her voice. She truly was impressed that Darby inflicted a severe tickle torture on a woman who tormented and humiliated the both of them. She could hear Helga breathing hard behind her and a wave of power flowed through her. It was about to be her turn and she truly wanted to inflict some hellish torture on this woman.
Helga started to recover from the tickling assault on her toes and breathed heavily. That toe tickling truly got to her and when she tried to wiggle her feet free, she couldn’t as her toes were still tied. She could feel her eyes water, the result of shutting the eyes tight and screaming in ticklish laughter. She hoped the torture was over because her body was getting tired. “Please…..please…no more….no more…let me go…” she mumbled as she tried to recover.
La Diabla let out a laugh. It started in a very low tone, then grew louder and started to sound more evil. Hearing Helga out of breath and pleading to be let go really gave her a sense of revenge and now it was her turn to torture this woman. Her mind remembered that helpless feeling she had when she was tickled and how ruthless the tickling was. She turned her head and upper body slowly to look behind her and when she did, she made eye contact with Helga. She saw the exhausted look in the eyes, and she winked. “It is my turn bitch……” she said with evil glee. She then quickly turned back around and stared at Darby. “Darby, my dear friend, would you like to sit on her legs like how I am doing? I want to have some fun with her feet. You got her right foot, let me have some fun with the left…..” she asked.
Darby could see the look of evil glee in La Diabla’s eyes. She was happy to see it, but her mind went back to that very first time in the barn. The look she saw right now in the present, reminded her of the look La Diabla had when they were in the barn. When she wanted to torment her into complete submission. She knew by experience that La Diabla was going to truly torture this woman’s feet. Darby chuckled to herself because in the cavern, when La Diabla felt very vulnerable and very human, she asked for “La Diabla” to appear and here she was. “Sure! I can help you with that. Her foot is all yours….” she smiled, then stood up. She walked over to the area of the bed and saw La Diabla slowly get off the legs, and she quickly followed her so she could sit on those thighs. Darby was now sitting on the thighs and staring at the bare feet. She could see the big toes tied and they looked completely helpless. She stared at the right foot’s toes and remembered how she tortured that foot. She then looked at La Diabla who made her way to the foot of the bed, and she had a look of joy on her face. Darby knew La Diabla was going to inflict tickle torture and she had a front row seat. The best part? It wasn’t HER feet that were the targets.
Helga groaned as she felt La Diabla get off her legs and Darby sat on them. Now, she felt even more trapped because Darby was heavier than La Diabla so she definitely wouldn’t be able to get away. She also felt a sense of dread as she knew La Diabla was about to go after her feet. She knew she was in trouble because the tickling from Darby was worse than she thought it would be and the deputy was the woman of “honor”. She would be more apt to showing mercy as her nature was that of a sense of “good”. Now, she was about to endure an assault on her surprisingly ticklish feet from a woman who had no real sense of honor. A woman whose job was to cause havoc and chaos. A woman who definitely had ill intentions of inflicting the worst tortures imaginable. A woman who she broke and destroyed, was now going to get her revenge. Helga didn’t even want to beg. She knew it was a futile thing to do and she didn’t want to give La Diabla the pleasure of hearing her beg. She was going to laugh, she was going to suffer, but she wanted to not give the outlaw total satisfaction. Helga braced her body for the worst.
La Diabla was now at the foot of the bed, and she got down on her knees then sat on her own ankles to make herself a little comfortable. She had a lot of fun tickling the Russian’s ribs and belly. She REALLY enjoyed going after the large breast and nipple. But now, she was at this woman’s feet. She truly enjoyed tickling a woman’s feet as they were usually a weak point. Knowing how ticklish these feet are after witnessing what Darby did only gave her extra motivation. She looked at the large left foot. This was her first time looking at the bottom of the foot since she watched Darby remove the boots and socks and she was impressed. This monster of a woman had nice looking feet and learning from Darby, they were quite responsive. She licked her lips in anticipation and then reached her finger forward. Just how would these feet feel? Would they feel soft to her? Hard skin? Somewhere in between? She then placed the pad of her right index finger on the ball of the left foot and pressed into it, testing the texture of the skin. It felt nice!!! She also enjoyed watching the foot starting to sway as it reacted to her touch. “This is going to be…………..FUN!!!!!” she shouted with excitement in her voice. She then stroked that same finger down the length of the sole, noticing it took longer than normal because of their size and she loved the way the foot trembled in ticklish fear. Her adrenaline spiked and it was time to have some serious fun!
Helga felt the fingers tickling the bottom of her left foot. She felt the slow stroke and her foot was twitching, trying to avoid that finger from touching her. Then she felt the finger stroking across her heel, going side to side and she let out a giggle. She wanted to flex her toes, but they were still restricted due to the big toes being tied together. She could tell La Diabla was teasing her because there were light touches on different spots on her foot. She would feel a finger stroke on her heel, then it would touch the ball of her foot, then back to the heel, then the instep, into the arch and then back to the ball of the foot. She couldn’t get a sense of the pattern and it was irritating her. “Stop touching my foot!” she shouted as the random touches continued.
La Diabla grinned as she heard Helga getting frustrated her with random foot touches. She was going to keep doing this, to keep Helga off balanced. She then looked at the big toe pad and then placed her finger on that area. She then did a few quick strokes, and she could see the toe straining to free itself. Then she looked at the base of the toes and slowly stroked her finger across that part of the foot. The feet were twitching and swaying and La Diabla couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s the matter? You don’t like my touches? I like touching your feet. It is a fun thing to do!” she teased.
Darby smiled as she watched La Diabla touching and teasing Helga’s feet. She then turned around and looked at Helga who had a look of frustration mixed in with smiles on her face. “Are her touches bothering you? I bet it feels terrible to have both of your feet tickled. I can’t wait to see how she tortures you!” Darby taunted then turned around and looked at Helga’s feet again. “I want to hear her laugh….” she told the outlaw.
“So do I….” La Diabla grinned. She then used her left hand to hold the toes on the right foot, so she could prevent the feet from twisting and swaying away from her. She then placed the tip of her right index finger in the left foot’s arch and started to slowly scratch away at that flesh. She immediately felt the foot jerk away and she sped up the motion of her finger. She could hear the muffled laughter and then the sounds got louder. Her finger then went faster and faster, making sure her nail stroked the skin as well. Now, she heard a steady stream of giggles and they kept getting louder. “That’s right you big bitch… laugh. Laugh for La Diabla!” she taunted.
Helga continued to feel herself giggle and that finger stroking in her arch was getting worse. The worst part was when the nail touched her foot and she let out a few squeaks from her mouth which embarrassed her. “hahahahahahahahaha y-y-you bitch!! Hahahahahahaha” she laughed as the finger was definitely getting to her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on resisting the urge to beg for it to stop. She just could not let La Diabla make her beg.
La Diabla then moved her index finger to start to lightly stroke the outside edge of the left foot, mimicking the move Darby did on the right foot. She could feel the foot quivering under that touch and knew this was effective. She did enjoy the fact that the foot was large, so it took a while for her finger to go from the edge of the baby toe, then down across the outside edge of the ball of the foot, then slowly down the length of the foot and then finally made it to the heel. Then she reversed the path and went up from the heel, up the length of the sole, to the outside edge of the ball of the foot and then the baby toe. But this time she didn’t stop at the baby toe, her finger continued its path across the baby toe, then got to the longer ring toe, moved to the top of the toe and now slid across the tip of the middle toe, the index toe and then the tip of the big toe. She could feel the toes shaking in ticklish fear. “She is SO ticklish! When you tickled her feet, could you feel how bad it can be for her?” she asked Darby teasingly.
Darby giggled as she heard the teasing question. “Yes! When you touch her feet, you can tell she is so ticklish. I like how she pretends it doesn’t tickle, but inside, she is dying…” she said teasingly. Then, she had an idea and her face lit up. “Hey, I know what I can do to make it worse while you tickle her feet!”
Helga heard the teases, and it was driving her crazy. These women were definitely making fun of her efforts and she was getting frustrated. She would laugh sometimes from the touches on her feet, so those women knew she was ticklish, but she also kept fighting it. One positive for her was her arousal was declining, but it also made her feel the ticklish sensations more. Then her eyes opened as she felt Darby turning around on her body and she was now facing her. Darby was still sitting on her thighs, but she also extended her legs so now her booted feet were right next to her head. She turned her head side to side and could see those cowboy boots on each foot next to her and she wondered what the deputy was up to.
Darby then smiled at Helga and reached her hands forward so that they could rest on the belly. “Oh, are muh feet bothering you? Don’t you worry now, I won’t kick you. I do wonder if your belly is still sensitive….” she teased.
Helga gasped as she heard Darby’s words and now felt her fingers on her belly. She then squealed as La Diabla’s fingers moved to the base of her toes! It wasn’t a soft touch; it was a firmer touch so now her giggles came out harder. Then she felt the fingertips grazing her belly and now more ticklish fear gripped her. “Hehehehehehehehe HEY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT TICKLES ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed in laughter as the fingers went after her belly button, as the tickling on her feet got stronger.
La Diabla was pleased with Darby’s move as she figured she was now tickling Helga’s upperbody as she tickled the feet. It was the perfect distraction so she could go after these feet and make the tickle torture even worse. She figured it was time to make it more hellish and then she took the tip of her fingernail and placed it on the base of the middle toe, then dug it into the foot flesh and slid it right down the middle of this big, wide sole. The fingernail dragged its way through the center of the ball of the foot, then went right into the middle of the arch, all the way down to the heel. When she made it to the heel, she simply moved the finger side to side on that heel, then went right back up the foot, going into the arch and across the ball of the foot and then right back to the base of the middle toe. A wry smile formed on her face as Helga’s laughter was now louder than it has been before. So, she dragged her finger down the foot once again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Y-YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHA BITCHES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Helga roared as she felt that fingernail dragging across the bottom of her left foot and Darby’s fingers going around her navel. The tickling was now the dominant feeling in her body and having both of them tickle her at the same time was breaking her down once again. She noticed that they weren’t stopping their attempts to tickle her, in fact, it was getting stronger, and her body was doing its best to writhe. But Darby’s long legs were next to her body, so she didn’t have much room to twist, and she saw the boots next to her head. Helga turned her head towards the left boot on the right side of her head and could smell the leather. Her own mind now imagined what was inside that boot. The thought of the large, deep pink sole now entered her mind and she wished she could touch it one more time. As she laughed from her own tickling torment, she imagined ripping that boot off, peeling any sock off and then digging her fingers into that amazingly soft sole one more time. Her mind now sent words to her mouth in between her laughter, expressing that desire. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GIVE HAHAHAHAHA ME YOUR HAHAHAHAAH FOOT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!!!!” she shrieked.
Darby paused her belly tickling as she heard Helga’s words and wondered what she was talking about. She then realized she was staring at her left boot and even felt a shiver through her body. This woman was getting tickle tortured, but somehow was thinking about tickling her foot! She was thrilled that Helga’s hands were shackled above her head because if those arms were free, she would probably have her own foot tickled and she would collapse like a house of cards. “Are you asking for muh foot?” she asked as her fingers started to drum along the stomach muscles once again.
La Diabla heard what Helga was crying out and she laughed. This Russian was getting tickled tortured, and she wanted Darby’s foot. She then stopped her own foot tickling and stood up. She walked over to the right side of the bed and saw Darby’s booted foot next to Helga’s face. She then looked at Darby and smiled. “Hey, listen to me. Just go along with what I am about to do. Nothing bad will happen to you, but I thought of a way that will totally keep her mind off any resistance to our torture and make her go crazy she will burst! You trust me?” she asked.
Darby looked at La Diabla with a quizzical look and hesitated. She felt she could trust her at this moment, but she was unsure of what she had planned. “Um, ok. I place muh trust in you. What are you going to do?” she asked.
La Diabla then looked at Helga. “I am going to drive you crazy with lust again. I will give you what you want….” she teased. She then went over to Darby’s ankle and grabbed it. She lifted her leg slightly up in the air, not high enough to get Darby off balance, but high enough off the bed. She then yanked off the boot, exposing Darby’s socked foot!
Darby gasped as she felt her boot come off and now her socked foot was exposed! A huge wave of nervousness went through her body as she truly did not know what La Diabla was up to. “Muh boot! You are taking off muh boot?????” she asked in surprise.
La Diabla turned her head towards Darby and winked. “Trust me….” she whispered. She then faced Helga again and could see that her eyes were fixated on the socked foot. “Yeah, I know what you want. Let’s take a good look at it shall we?” she teased as she then started to peel off the sock from under Darby’s jeans leg. The socks made it form under the jeans and now slipped off the heel. She knew Darby was going to freak out, so she faced her again and mouthed the words “Relax. Trust me.”
Helga was completely focused on what La Diabla was doing. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw that cowboy boot get pulled off and now the sock was getting peeled off. Could it be? Was Darby’s bare foot going to be exposed? Was she going to play and tickle that perfect foot? Her breathing got shallow with nerves as she saw the deep pink skin on the heel and then the arch was exposed. Her body was trembling with anticipation as she saw the ball of the foot get exposed, and then, it happened! The meaty pink toes of Darby were exposed! Helga’s mouth dropped open as the precious pink sole was now in her eyesight. It looked absolutely amazing to her. She could even see some sock lint on the bottom of that foot, and she wanted to touch it.
“Looks so good doesn’t it?” La Diabla teased as she pointed Darby’s sole towards Helga’s face, so she had a clear view of it. She could see the top of Darby’s foot and she felt a tingle in her own body. “I know you wish you could tickle it and tease it. I bet you want to hear her laughing and screaming in ticklish agony from your touch. I bet you want to put your fingers on this tender footed deputy and listen to her giggle away. Or, how about your tongue licking away at it? We both know how soft that pink skin is, and I bet it would be SO delicious in your mouth…” she continued to tease.
Darby was starting to sweat now as her barefoot was exposed and La Diabla was talking about how ticklish her foot and was offering her foot to be tickled! She had no idea where this was going, and she felt fear. “Um, muh foot. Are you going to tickle muh foot???” she asked with fear.
“No my friend, I am not going to tickle your foot. I know Helga wants to, but………” La Diabla teased. She then lowered Darby’s foot back onto the bed and pulled it more to Darby’s left so it was not right next to Helga’s head. She then turned the sole to its side, so it faced Helga’s head. “I will just keep it right out of her reach. I want her to look at something she can’t have while she screams her head off as I tickle her feet!” she laughed then walked back towards the foot of the bed. When she passed Darby on her way, she reached out her left hand on Darby’s shoulder and leaned in towards her. “I was not going to put your foot in ticklish danger. I just wanted to mess with her head. She will be so distracted from that sexy foot of yours, there is no way she will fight our torture. So, have fun with her. Wiggle your toes and stuff as you tickle her. Let’s push this bitch over the edge so we can go home….” she whispered.
Darby smiled as she heard La Diabla’s words. The outlaw was right. The sooner they could push Helga over the edge, the sooner they can leave this horrible place. She then placed her fingers back on the belly and started to drum them over the muscular flesh. She even wiggled her toes on the exposed left foot and figured she should tease the Russian. “Muh foot is right there for you…I hope you don’t tickle muh foot. I would go crazy!” she teased as she continued to wiggle those toes.
Helga felt a huge surge of arousal as she stared at that pink sole. She loved the design of the foot as it was so meaty and looked so tender. She had tickled that foot on several occasions and once again, it was right there for her. It was too far out of her reach as she wanted to lick that foot. She really started to crave that foot and she started to giggle as Darby’s fingers were drumming away on her abs. “hehehehehehehe stop that! Hehehehe give me that foot!!! Please!!!” she giggled as her desire for the foot increased. She even stuck out her tongue a few times, desperately trying to lick the pink foot.
La Diabla couldn’t help but laugh as she heard Darby’s teases. She was truly proud of her friend as she was getting really good at teasing. She also felt her own arousal increasing as she looked at Darby’s foot. She always did love Darby’s feet, and it has been over a year since she tickled the foot, the last time being in that Mission with Madam Olivia. She missed touching that perfect pink sole. But now, she had a job to do. She faced Helga’s bare, thick feet and she formed her right hand into the “claw” and placed the tips of her “talons” at the ball of the left foot and now started to scrape and claw away at the flesh. Her nails were now scrabbling wildly across that sole and she absolutely loved the sound that came out.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NYET!!! NYET!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Helga exploded in laughter as she felt the flurry of nails along the bottom of her left foot. This seemed to tickle her more than before and her body reacted. She tried to twist her foot away, but she felt her right toes being held, keeping her feet from flailing away. She also felt a finger now probing into the navel, digging around in there. Her eyes never left that precious pink sole though. She just could not look away as the foot was just right there. Just right out of her reach. She craved that foot, she wanted to tickle it. This fixation took away her concentration from fighting the tickling that was happening in her body and it made the sensations more intense.
Darby could see and feel Helga’s ticklish anguish as she knew the feet were being tickled and her finger was now pressing deeper into the navel. Her finger pressed in pretty deep into the navel and started to spin around in that crevice. This was getting really exciting for Darby as she could hear the laughter getting louder and could feel the stomach muscles trembling under her touch. She looked at Helga’s face and saw the agony on it as the skin started to turn red and the mouth was wide open with hysterical laughter now coming out. What amazed her was Helga’s eyes were still fixated on her foot. Darby shook her head as it did amuse her that her bare foot had so much power over this muscular woman. She wiggled her toes a little and that seemed to draw Helga’s attention even more. She then took her finger out of the navel and then placed her hands on the sides of Helga’s torse and started to tickle that area.
“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NYET!!!!!! NYEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTT!!!!” Helga screamed out as the tickling continued and now her sides were being tickled. She was surprised on how fast she was breaking down, but she loved what she was looking at. She looked at the size 11 deep pink sole and those precious, thick toes of Darby and her lust was kicking in. She truly wished she could touch it just one more time. When the toes wiggled, it sent a streak of arousal in her body. Her craving to tickle Darby’s foot was causing the rest of her body to be far more receptive to the tickling attack.
La Diabla was enjoying herself as she could hear the hysterical laughter increasing. She now ran her “claw” all over the sole, making sure she touched the heel, focused on the arch and then the ball of the foot. She could hear her nails scratching across the skin and it made her smile. She also knew that Darby’s barefoot had a major effect because it would definitely affect her. It did cross her mind that somehow, she could tickle Darby again, but this time it would be in a much more playful situation. She thought about Darby’s sweet laughter and the softness of that sole. La Diabla then snapped out of her trance and now she started to rake her nails up and down that left foot. A higher pitch of laughter started to come out from Helga, and she couldn’t help but giggle. This ruthless Russian was now at her mercy! “That’s right you big bitch! Laugh, laugh for La Diabla!!!” she shouted as her nails slowly clawed their way down the sole as though she was scratching her nails on a chalkboard.
Helga felt that claw going down her foot and it was maddening. She never took her eyes off of Darby’s sole, but her laughter increased. She felt herself starting to sweat profusely and now her own lungs were burning. She was now entering the tickle phase of exhaustion as she let the laughter go. Her defense techniques were gone and now the tickling began to overwhelm her. Her chest shook, which made her massive breasts wobble around as Darby continued to tickle her sides. There were intermittent coughs in between her laughter as her throat was getting sorer. Now, she did not know what was going to happen to her and she felt humiliation washing over her as she was becoming the same as the women she tortured. Beaten by tickle torture.
Darby could see the desperation in Helga’s face and was thrilled to see tickle torture truly breaking down this very strong woman. Reflecting on her own memories, she knew how bad this torture could be and was happy that Helga was paying a price for her role in this sex trafficking ring. She also thought about Gloria and Priscilla’s role in all of this and thought that they deserved to be brought to justice. Even if it included “ticklish justice”. She felt a surge in her own adrenaline thinking about getting a form of revenge against Gloria, especially after remembering the nightmare she was put through when her identity was discovered. Darby then pressed her fingertips into the ribs and now Helga’s head faced hers and a look of fear was in her eyes. “I think I found a good spot!” she teased as her fingers dug deeper into that cage.
La Diabla heard the louder laughter and knew she was close to finally making this woman surrender to the torture and into submission. She then stopped her clawing and thought of a move that would surely bring this monster to her knees. She then placed her fingers through the toe crevices of both feet. Her left hand’s fingers interlocked with the right foot’s toes, and her right hand’s fingers interlocked with the left foot’s toes and without waiting, she squeezed and wriggled her fingers in those crevices with great pressure. A feeling of absolute power ran through her soul as she knew this was going to truly torture Helga. She wanted her to feel that sheer desperation as she held onto whatever will she had left.
Helga felt those fingers in her toes, and she exploded in hysterical laughter. The sensations coursing through her nervous system was overwhelming. When Darby did it to her, she went nuts from it, but it was only one foot. La Diabla had both of her feet trapped like this and she never felt anything like this before. Not with this much intensity going through her body. Now, her head was bouncing up and down on the pillow, trying to do anything to shake the tickle torture from her body. She could feel the sheer force of her laughter coming out of her throat, the sweat now coming out her pores more freely and that agonizing sensation of her feet being trapped with nowhere to go. Her eyes went away from Darby’s foot, and she looked at Darby’s face. She could see the glee on that face, and she laughed harder because that same face belonged to a woman that was tickling her ribs. Helga started to feel weaker as the tickling was getting her body exhausted. She just did not want to beg, but she was on the verge of doing so.
Darby could see the panic in Helga’s face and she continued to press her fingers over the ribs, moving them around to make sure she covered all of the spaces. She was staring at the jiggling breasts, and she couldn’t help but smile. Her victim was helpless, laughing hard and just had to be embarrassed. She then thought that maybe she could really torment Helga’s mind. Thinking about what La Diabla did by removing her boot, Darby started to think how she could use her own foot to really drive Helga crazy. So, she stopped using her left hand to tickle then right ribcage, then bent her left leg at the knee, lifted her foot up, then placed it directly on the sternum between the two massive breasts. She could feel the sweaty skin on the bottom of her foot and then lifted it slightly, so that the bottoms of her toes and the ball of her foot were directly in Helga’s view. She was pleased when she saw the bounty hunter’s eyes now stare at her foot. “Like what you see?” she teased as she wiggled her toes.
Helga continued to scream in laughter as the tickling of her toe crevices were driving her absolutely insane. Right now, she experienced another form of torture as she saw Darby lift her bare foot up and then place it on her chest, between her tits. She could feel the incredible softness of that foot on her skin, and it really send jolts of pleasure through her body. Then she could see the bottoms of those meaty toes and the ball of the foot, and her lust took off, mixed in with the toe tickling on her feet. The toes in front of her wiggled and that drove her absolutely crazy. She really wanted that foot right now. “NYET!!! DON’T TEASE MEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA DON’T TEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
La Diabla heard the crazed laughter and wondered what was happening. She figured Darby must have been doing something with her foot, but with her at the foot of the bed and Darby sitting on Helga’s body, she couldn’t see Helga’s face. She didn’t care, because right now she had those thick toes touching her fingers and she was enjoying applying pressure on them and wriggling her fingers in those crevices. Helga’s laughter was music to her ears, and she really wanted to torture this woman. She had no intention of stopping this method until Helga cracked and begged her to stop. La Diabla knew that begging would be the ultimate humiliation for a strong woman, because that’s how she felt when she was forced to beg.
Darby continued to wiggle her toes and could see Helga’s eyes staring a hole through her foot. She then reached down with her right hand and started to squeeze the hipbones. She wanted to add to the torture La Diabla was doing to those massive feet and the teasing of her toes. “I know you want muh toes, but you have to beg for them….” she teased.
Helga’s eyes were shut as the tickling between her toes was getting very intense as La Diabla kept her fingers there. She opened her eyes again and saw those pink meaty toes teasing her. She didn’t want to do this anymore. Now she was getting short on breath and her arousal spiked by looking at that foot. Eventually she knew she had to start breathing again as she was headed towards silent laughter, so she started to cry out. “PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!! STOP!!!! I CAN’T HAHAHAHAHAHA TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!! PLEASE!!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla heard the words and felt a huge sense of pleasure flow through her! Helga was starting to beg. After all this time and inflicting cruel tickle torture, the Russian was finally breaking. Her adrenaline was at a fever pitch, and she wanted to really drive home the point. She continued to tickle the sensitive toes and now it was time to truly break the woman. “If you want us to stop, BEG us! BEG US to stop tickling you! NOW!!!” she demanded as she shouted.
Helga heard La Diabla’s words, and she was done. The tickling finally got to her, and she just wanted it to stop. Her feet were very sensitive at this moment and that darn pink foot of Darby’s was driving her crazy. “HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!” she cried out.
Darby had to smile and figured she could add extra humiliation by giving her an offer. She had no idea what came over her, but she then lifted her foot and put it close to Helga’s mouth. “If you beg us then I will let you kiss muh foot…” she taunted, then wiggled her toes again.
Helga saw that foot right by her mouth and her craving took control. “HAHAHAHA I BEG YOU!!!! PLEASE STOP!! HAHAHAHAHA I AM BEGGING YOU!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
La Diabla smiled as she heard those words. Now it was time to further the humiliation. “Say you are a weak Russian bitch!!” she taunted, then squeezed her fingers again, sending another huge jolt of ticklish electricity through Helga’s body.
“You heard her….say you are a weak Russian bitch and you can kiss muh foot….” Darby teased. She then put her foot even closer to Helga’s mouth.
Helga saw that precious meaty sole in her face and felt those fingers in her toes and she just gave up the ghost. The tickling needed to stop, and she wanted to kiss that foot! “HAHAHAHAHAHA I’M A HAHAHAHAHA WEAK WEEEEAAAAAKKKKKK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA RUSSIAN BITCH!!!! I GIVE UP!!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP TICKLING HAHAHAHAHAHA MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” she cried out. Once the words left her mouth, she felt an incredible amount of humiliation wash over her. She just did what they told her to do, and she complied. Helga now felt the agony of defeat.
La Diabla laughed. A huge wave of satisfaction filled her body as she conquered the Russian bounty hunter. She removed her fingers from the toes and pumped her fist. This was truly a moment for her. It was a moment of redemption as she was forced to submit herself to both Helga and Priscilla because her body couldn’t take it anymore. She had to admit that Priscilla was her superior and it brought her total shame. Now, she got the Russian to admit her defeat. That woman was so strong, so powerful, now she was just another weak ticklish victim of hers. She stood up in jubilation and then started to walk over towards the left side of the bed to see Helga’s defeated face. She was surprised to see Darby placing her bare foot next to Helga’s face and wondered what Darby was up to. La Diabla did hear Darby tell Helga that she could kiss her foot, but she didn’t know Darby meant it. She made it to the side of the bed and looked at Darby. She could tell there was a surge of satisfaction in her as well.
Darby felt so powerful right now. She actually helped get a woman to submit to tickle torture. After all those times she was tortured, now she was the winner. She tickled Madam Olivia a little over a year ago, but it was brief. This time, she was part of the victory and played a key part. With a grin, she spoke to Helga. “I am a woman of my word. You can kiss muh foot….” she said, the placed her sole flat on Helga’s face.
Helga felt that extraordinarily soft foot on her face and she wanted to melt. That skin was so soft and felt so incredible she was in a state of nirvana. She took a whiff of the foot, then she planted a kiss on the sole, close by the heel and into the arch. Her lips felt that soft, tender skin and it felt incredible. Now, she was definitely wet between her legs and was ready to burst! Then, she heard Darby giggle and she really got horny.
Darby pulled her foot away as she felt the kiss on her foot. “hehehehe that tickles…Muh foot is too sensitive.” she said as she then saw La Diabla standing there next to her. “That probably wasn’t the best idea in the world. Muh foot is still very ticklish to touch…” she smiled.
La Diabla now felt a surge of arousal in her own body as she heard Darby’s cute reaction and that giggle drove her crazy. “Still got a tender foot huh? Hehe” she joked, remembering the nickname she gave the deputy a year ago.
“Yeah…I guess I do hehehe” Darby giggled as she now moved her body off of Helga’s and sat at the edge of the bed. She grabbed her sock that was still laying on the mattress and started to put it back on her foot. “We won, didn’t we?” she smiled as she looked up at La Diabla.
“Yes…yes we did…” La Diabla said with pride in her voice. She saw Darby now putting on her boot again and then the deputy stood up. “We got her…” was all she could say, then she reached forward and gave Darby a hug.
Darby felt La Diabla hugging her, and she hugged back. This was a very nice moment for her as they just made Helga beg for mercy and were free. The two broke the hug and looked at each other. Darby nodded her head and took a deep breath. “Now, let’s get out of here….”
La Diabla nodded her head, then went over towards Helga who was laying on the bed, panting and sweating profusely. She could see the woman had been blushing heavily and she couldn’t help but smile. She then saw Helga making eye contact with her. “Awwwww…….was the tickling too much? Poor baby…now, you get to stay here while we leave. Make yourself comfortable!” she taunted.
Helga felt the wave of humiliation washing over her once again as she heard La Diabla teasing her. She was coming to grips about her submission, and she felt some disappointment in her mind, but also anger towards the woman who helped make her submit. “I hate you bitch… I swear when I get out of here, I will get you back…” she murmured.
La Diabla had a smirk on her face, then turned towards Darby. “Let’s get out of here…This bitch is done. Haha” she laughed. She then walked out of the room with Darby and both women could hear a ruckus in the closet room. She did a small jog over there and looked inside. Her eyes popped open as she witnessed an amazing scene. There were the former slaves, all 20 of them holding down two naked women and tickling them all over their bodies. The screams coming from the caretakers were horrific as they were begging for mercy. La Diabla then looked over and saw Cheyenne standing by the raised feet of one of the caretakers and tickling a foot. She couldn’t help but smile to herself to see Cheyenne get a little revenge. In fact, she felt proud of her.
Cheyenne was having fun running her fingers over the bottom of that trapped foot. There was horrific laughter everywhere, but it was fun. She loved how the foot would spasm under her touch and she would also look over at the other foot being tickled by one of the former slaves. Then her eye caught sight of La Diabla and Darby standing in the doorway. She stopped her tickling and stood up straight with a big smile. “Hey!! You’re both ok!” she smiled.
“Yes we are. Hahaha What are all of you doing?” La Diabla asked.
“Um…well, they wanted to get revenge. I couldn’t help but to join in. I’m sorry….” Cheyenne explained.
“Hahaha that’s ok. I love it. But ladies, it is time to get out of here. Let’s go!!” La Diabla instructed.
“Yes, let’s get out of her before Priscilla and Gloria bring some other bounty hunters. Come on ladies!” Darby instructed as she left the closet room and then stood in the hallway. She watched as all the women start to leave the closet, with sounds of excitement in their voices filling the hallway and now heading towards the front door. The women were moving quickly, and she waited until every woman left that closet and then looked inside. She saw Cheyenne leaving the closet, the last one in there and then she also saw the two naked, and very exhausted caretakers laying on the floor trying to recover. She shook her head and then left the closet. Darby then placed her hand on Cheyenne’s shoulder. “Hey Cheyenne, can you get the women into a group by the front door? I want to make sure the coast is clear before we leave. You never know what may be waiting outside of here.” she instructed.
“Yes, I can do that. Thank you!” Cheyenne smiled as she was being given some kind of leadership role in this escape. This felt good to her as she really wanted to help everyone. She then headed towards the group of ladies and before the first one tried to open the front door, she stopped them. “Hey!! Don’t leave yet! Wait for a moment! There could be a trap.” she instructed as she made her way through the crowd of women.
Darby and La Diabla stood together alone in the hallway, and they realized what they just done. They survived their own brutal tortures and managed to free a lot of innocent women that would have been sex slaves. Darby felt very proud of herself and for La Diabla as well. She looked at the beautiful outlaw and smiled. “Well, I guess this is it. Time to leave this horrible place.”
La Diabla looked at Darby and smiled. “Yeah, it is time. This place is done for. I think those cowards Priscilla and Gloria left. Helga was their security, now she is finished. So, what will we do with these women?” she asked.
“Well, I was planning on going to the local Sheriff’s office and get the Santa Selena law enforcement involved. They need to shut down this place, and also help these ladies get back to their homes. They have been through so much and I am sure their families will be happy to see them. Plus, I have to reach my contact in the United States DOJ to let them know my progress. This was a mission that has been accomplished.“ Darby beamed.
“Well, I will meet you near the outskirts of the city then. My horse is there, and I will meet you there while you do some cleanup with the ladies and this home. Bring Cheyenne with you because I have to get her back home. I want to fulfill a promise…..” she said with some emotion in her voice.
“Ok, sure. But why not come with me? You should be there when we wrap this all up. You saved the day!” Darby said with a smile.
“Naw, that’s your role. Besides, I can’t take the chance of their law enforcement recognizing me. If you recall, I am a wanted criminal.” La Diabla responded with a smirk.
Darby understood what La Diabla was referring to, but she felt bad. She wanted the outlaw to get recognized for doing something really good. She was a hero to these women, and she should get recognized. However, she did realize that she was in fact an outlaw and there was that chance she could be recognized as El Guapo’s gang did commit crimes throughout the southwest of the United States, possibly California as well. “Ok, I understand. I will meet you in that location…..” Darby said. She then placed her hands on La Diabla’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “Thank you for everything. These women will never forget what you did for them, and I will never forget it too.” she said with pride.
La Diabla smiled as she heard Darby’s words. It did feel good to hear them and she did help a lot of these women escape a nightmare of a future. The idea of her being a hero just felt strange to her and she kept hearing that label consistently ever since she met Cheyenne. Then, she quickly thought about her own ordeal and the women who inflicted that torture. Now, she felt that desire to finish Helga off. An idea then entered her mind. “Thank you for saying that. But you’re the hero. It is because of you that we made it out. So, go ahead and lead these women to help. I will meet you in a bit. I will look around here to see if I can find anything to tell me where those other bitches are. If they are still here, well, I will make sure they stay captured until your help shows up. Hehe” she smiled.
“Ok. Well, I will see you soon…” Darby said as she then turned away and headed towards the crowd of women. She glanced back at La Diabla one last time and saw that beautiful face. She then turned around and made her way through the crowd of women. She could see their smiles and feel their excitement as she made it to the front door. Pulling out her gun, she slowly opened the door and looked outside. It was a bright sun and she saw that no one was around. “Ok ladies, the coast is clear! Now, stay together and we will go to the Sheriff’s station so we can finally get all of you home!” she said with a huge smile.
Cheyenne was extra excited as she was finally going to leave this horrible place. She made her way to the front of the line to stand alongside Darby. “Yes, let’s all go! Stay together and we will walk out of here and to safety. We did it girls, we did it!” she said with excitement. She then walked side by side with Darby as she led the women out of the house. As they walked through the front yard, she realized someone wasn’t with them. She turned towards Darby and tapped her on the arm. “Hey, where is La Diabla?” she asked.
La Diabla walked back into the room where Helga was and could see the large woman struggling on the bed. She walked over towards the drawer; her eyes fixated on something. Her eyes saw what she was looking for and a smile formed on her face. Now, she just needed one more thing to find and she was ready. She could hear Helga struggling behind her, trying to get free from the bonds. “Struggling there?” she smiled.
Helga saw La Diabla enter the room again and started to feel anger. She and Darby humiliated her and now she was suffering from embarrassment. She wondered why that outlaw entered the room again. “Why are you still here? Come back to gloat? How about you let me free, and we can settle the score once and for all?” she said with anger in her voice. She started to tug again at the shackles around her wrists, but they just would not budge.
La Diabla picked up a large towel from the dresser and decided this will have to do. She then turned around and faced Helga. She loved the fact that the bounty hunter was struggling on the bed. She walked towards the bed and then quickly straddled the Russian’s thighs to prevent her from thrashing her legs around. “Relax….just relax. To answer your question, no, I will not be setting you free. I am here to finish the job!” she said with a cool, angry tone in her voice. She then dropped the towel next to Helga’s body on the left side and now she reached her hands forward, her fingers resting on the stomach. “You see, I want to finish you. I want you to never forget this day. You humiliated me, Helga. I mean, you and that bitch Priscilla broke me. My mind was shattered, and I was completely broken. I felt entirely defeated and it was the worst moment I have ever had as an adult…” she explained in a calm voice. Her emotions were starting to build up as she remembered the humiliating tickle torture she went through.
“Da! I broke you. You were crying like a bitch. You may have gotten me to beg for mercy, but you never broke me…” Helga said with a cocky smirk on her face. She hated to submit to La Diabla and Darby, but she was never truly broken.
“Yes, you are right. I made you beg when I tickled those abnormally large feet of yours and my friend tickled that belly of yours. But you see, I never forgot what happened to me and now I want to break you. I think in order to do so, I will have to make you more……….comfortable…” she smiled. Her hands then went to the button on the jeans and pulled it free. Then she slowly unzipped the pants and opened up the flaps of the pants, exposing the underwear of Helga. She then looked up and saw a look of concern on Helga’s face.
“W-what are you doing? Leave my pants alone!” Helga demanded as she felt her pants coming undone. Was La Diabla about to expose her private area? She felt herself turning red from embarrassment as that would be truly a humiliating moment. She tried to twist her body, but her waist and hips remained still as La Diabla was sitting on her thighs.
“I am making you comfortable. After all, you stripped me completely naked, now I am just wanting you to know what that feels like….” La Diabla teased as she now grabbed the outside edges of the pants and started tug them off Helga’s hips. She felt the Russian trying to force her hips into the bed so that the pants would not come off her ass, but La Diabla knew how to counter that. Her left hand let go of the hem of the pants and tickled the belly of Helga, causing her to squeal in laughter and the hips came up off the bed. Then with her quick reflexes, she managed to pull her hand back, grab the hem of the pants and now tugged the pants down and off the hips. She managed to pull the pants down far enough down the thighs so that she could see all of Helga’s cotton underwear and the groin area.
Helga gasped in shock as she pants were now pulled down! Her eyes were wide open as she knew her panties were exposed, and that outlaw was up to no good! “Put my pants back up!! DO IT NOW!!!!” she demanded.
“Um…no.” La Diabla said matter of factly. Then she reached for the hem of the underwear and started to tug them down as well. “Now, let’s see what you have under here…” she teased.
Helga started to go into a panic as she felt her underwear getting tugged down! She as going to have her most private area exposed! “What are you doing???? Don’t you DARE expose me!!!!” she screamed. She watched helplessly as she felt her underwear leaving her hips and she could feel her exposure happening. The underwear then came off her ass and then her pussy was revealed! She felt her face get really warm from embarrassment as she was being stripped naked! This what SHE did to others, now it was happening to her!
La Diabla was enjoying herself as she stripped the bounty hunter of her dignity. She could see how red she was in the face and a thrill ripped through her body. Her eyes then looked down at the genitals and she liked what she saw. The mound was shaven clean, which made sense since Helga would shave every victim of hers. The lips were “pouty”, and the color was a deep pink. She noticed the clit was large and could see it starting to peek out from under the “hood”. “Wow, what a nice pussy you have…You are a big woman aren’t you? Your pussy is so big too. I can see how wet you are as well. What turned you on? The tickling on your body? The tickling on your nipples? On your feet? Or was it also looking at Darby’s BIG sexy feet?” she teased.
Helga glared at her, and she swallowed hard. The outlaw was correct. All of those things did get her aroused, especially the beautiful pink soles of Darby’s feet. She shook her head slowly as this woman was here to just completely embarrass her. “I hope you are enjoying this. I swear, when I get my hands on you again, you will rue this day….” she grumbled.
La Diabla had a large smile when she heard Helga’s threat. This woman had no idea what she had planned and when it takes place, it was going to be sweet. “I doubt you will ever get that chance. You see, I am here to break you. You may think you are too strong to crack, but trust me, you will be a broken, begging mess when I am done with you…” she teased. She then took her right index finger and started to stroke the wet lips and around the shaven skin of the groin area. She felt Helga’s body shudder under her touch, and she continued to stroke it all over the moist lips and even grazed the large clit. “You like this don’t you?” she grinned.
Helga felt a surge of arousal flowing through her body as she felt the finger teasing. She hated being a victim, but her body enjoyed the tender touch from La Diabla. “I bet YOU are enjoying this. You finally are touching a REAL woman. How about you *oooh* let me go and I will show you how to touch a woman. I bet you *oooh* would love for me to touch your sweet pussy….” she said while reacting to the touches on her vagina.
“I don’t think you could satisfy me actually….” La Diabla smirked. Her finger started to tease the pussy faster and now she felt the hips starting to grind. “I know this feels really good. Your body is going to get so worked up and I am sure you are going to want to cum. But you’re not. Well, you will have to beg me and also become submissive to me….” she said in a teasing voice.
Helga grinned when she heard the outlaw’s words. “You really *ooh* think I will ever submit myself to you? You are *oooh* out of your mind! I will never become submissive to you. I will *oooh* get out of *ooh* here and believe me, I am going to *oooh* ravish your pussy…” Helga said with that smile. It was now a willpower game.
La Diabla could feel just how wet Helga was and then stopped her stroking. Now, her eyes turned to slits as the moment had finally arrived. “Oh, you think so huh? Big tough Helga. So strong, so mighty, so invincible! I already got you to beg me to stop tickling you, now you will become submissive to me!” she threatened. She then reached towards the towel and picked it up. She then pulled something out from under the towel and showed it to Helga. “THIS will get you to break….” she said with evil intent.
Helga’s eyes nearly popped completely out of her head when she looked at what La Diabla was holding in her hand. It sent massive waves of fear through her body, and she just could not believe she was in this position! She felt her heart starting to race faster as panic started to set in. She saw a bottle in La Diabla’s hands and there was a label on it. It said, “Cream”. This completely frightened her as she knew what was inside that bottle! That horrible itching cream! “NYET!!! NYET!!! NOT THAT!!!! YOU CAN’T USE THAT ON ME!!!!” she screamed in terror.
“What’s the matter? You recognize this stuff huh? Oh yeah, it is that cream you put on my body, right? Oh yeah, you know what it does. It totally drove me insane. I was a broken mess after you put it on my nipples, on my armpits and between my toes. I can’t even describe the sheer nightmare it was. Now, you are going to know what it feels like. I will place some on your toes, but better yet, I WILL put it inside your pussy!!” La Diabla threatened. She then took the towel and using it as a shield on her own hand, unscrewed the cap to the bottle. She then poured some of the substance onto the towel carefully as she did not want her own skin to make contact with the horrific substance. After pouring it on the towel, she rubbed the area together to wash in the cream in that part of the towel, then looked at Helga. She could see true fear in those eyes as the Russian couldn’t even say words and she was paralyzed in fear. “So, like I said, you WILL become submissive to me! Your days of dominance are over… So, shall I put this on your pussy?”
Helga couldn’t even find the words to beg. She was in total shock that she was trapped and completely vulnerable to that cream being applied to her own body. She remembered when she accidently had some on her hand and it itched like absolute hell. Now, her most sensitive part of her body was being threatened. “Please!!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! DO NOT PUT THAT ON MY PUSSY!!!!” she screamed in fear. With her pussy being very wet and aroused, that cream was really going to take the intensity to another level as it reacted well with the warmth of body fluids.
“Hmmm… well, am I superior to you?” La Diabla asked, remembering what Priscilla asked her when she was suffering through the cream.
“DA!!!! DA!!!!! YOU ARE SUPERIOR!! YOU ARE SUPERIOR!!!!” Helga screamed back as she saw the towel being lowered to her vagina.
“Do you want to get revenge on me? You still want to tickle me all over my body and ravish my pussy? That’s what you said earlier….” La Diabla teased, the towel just mere inches from the pussy area.
“NYET!!! I DON’T WANT TO DO THAT TO YOU!!!! PLEASE!!! DO NOT PUT THAT ON ME!!!!” Helga screamed and she could feel herself close to shedding tears in fear. She once applied that cream to a slave’s pussy years ago and that poor woman never recovered mentally or emotionally from it as it drove her out of her mind. It was one of her proudest moments back then as that slave was very compliant and broken. She was also very close to putting it on La Diabla’s pussy, but Darby interfered.
“Are you scared Helga? Does this cream scare you? Oops! I almost dropped the towel…” La Diabla teased as she playfully dangled the towel above the mound. She could feel her excitement grow a hundred fold as she could see and feel the sheer terror in Helga’s eyes and body.
“DA!!!! DA!!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!! PLEASE DON’T DO THAT TO MEEEEEE!!!” Helga screamed and she felt a tear fall from her left eye as she was scared out of her mind.
“Well, maybe I should not do this to you. It would be too cruel! But then I remembered…….I am a diabla!” she laughed then dropped the towel onto the mound. Placing her hands on the part of the towel not covered with the cream, she rubbed that towel with the cream on it all over the pussy lips, over the clit and over the shaven mound. She then lathered it up more and even got the inside thigh area, where the legs were connected to the groin. She made sure she rubbed it in good, then tossed the towel away. “Ah, that’s better….” she smiled.
Helga froze in total fear. She saw and felt that cream get rubbed onto her exposed genitals and the surrounding areas. She knew in moments the effect of the cream was going to overwhelm her completely and her tormentor had a look of evil glee on her face. It was at this moment; she knew she was truly defeated. Now more tears came from her eyes as she knew she was about to suffer greatly. “Nyet…*sob* please help me…..” she whimpered.
La Diabla sat on those thighs and looked at the pussy area. It was glistening from the cream and she just wanted to wait until it took effect. She then looked up and saw tears coming from Helga’s eyes and a huge wave of evil satisfaction filled her soul. Her revenge was now complete. It was time to enjoy the victory. Suddenly she felt Helga’s legs trembling beneath her and she watched the hip area starting to writhe. The cream’s effects have now started.
Helga felt the itching starting to happen and soon the feeling got more intense. Her entire body was shaking in abject fear as the itching got worse by the moment. Her body started to thrash as the cream was really kicking in. The sensations ripped through her body with such great intensity, and she looked at La Diabla hoping for mercy. “PLEASE!!! OH GOD!!OH GOD!! IT ITCHES IT ITCHES!!! MAKE IT STOP!!! PPPLLLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!” she screamed in terror.
“Um, no…” La Diabla grinned as she watched Helga’s body reacting violently to the itching cream. She saw Helga’s face screaming in terror. The eyes were bulging out, her mouth was wide open and screaming as loud as it could. She could even see spit flying out of her mouth as she was feeling that severe itch. La Diabla remembered what it was like to fell those effects and how much it destroyed her mind. She was truly broken from that moment and now she was going to watch Helga suffer the same thing. “Does it itch?” she said with a mocking tone.
Helga heard what was said, but that cream really started to destroy every shred of will she had left. The sensations really kicked in and the fact it was on her genitals really made her suffer. The only thing she had in her mind was the horrible itching sensations. It was at this moment she wanted to die. She was trapped and there was no escape. She started to cry heavily as this was just too much. Having it on outside skin was absolutely horrible, but to be on the private area, especially across the clit and the inside edges of the pussy lips was beyond anything a human could take. She felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she continued screaming in absolute terror. She did not care she was crying and behaving hysterically in front of La Diabla. She just wanted relief from this itch and that was it. “PLEASE!!! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYY!!!” she cried out.
La Diabla then let out a laugh. A slow, sadistic, evil laugh as she watched Helga fall completely apart. She figured it was time for her to leave soon as she saw Helga thrashing in agony. She then grabbed the towel and then spun around on the thighs and faced Helga’s feet. She could see the toes scrunching and wiggling wildly. She then took the cream part of the towel and rubbed it all over those helpless toes that were still tied together at the big toes. She rubbed the towel in between the toe crevices and on their undersides. Once she wiped the cream on the toes, she reached her hands around the feet and tickled the arches one last time. Now, she heard a demonic laugh as the itching and ticklish laughter combined together.
Helga felt La Diabla tickling her feet and this sent her into a whole other level of suffering. The tickling and the itching combined broke her. She felt her will leave her body and was desperate to do anything to make it stop. She felt so helpless and at the mercy of a woman who wanted to destroy her. Then she felt the fingers stop tickling her feet and even felt La Diabla get off her legs. She was hoping that woman was going to get the aloe that would neutralize the cream but saw her instead coming closer to her head. She looked at La Diabla with pleading eyes. “Please..*sob* please help me….” she cried.
“I have to go now. I hope you enjoy this moment. I hope for your sake, someone comes to find you…Or this will go on forever…” La Diabla said as she patted Helga’s head and then did a quick tickle on her belly. She then turned around and headed towards the door. Before she got there, she saw her hat on the floor, knocked down from the earlier confrontation and put it on her head. She then saw Helga’s empty boots laying on the floor and she went to go collect them. It was time to take those huge boots home as trophies! She checked her vest and made sure she had that bottle of The Cream with her and walked to the door.
Helga saw La Diabla leaving, and a new wave of terror filled her body! She was leaving??!!! The cream was still on her and there was no one to get the aloe for her! She was just going to suffer! “NYET!! COME BACK!!! COME BACK!!! I’M SORRY!!!! YOU’RE MY SUPERIOR!! FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” she screamed in agony.
La Diabla paused at the doorway and heard Helga’s desperate pleas and even a request for forgiveness. She knew at that moment, Helga was broken. She then lowered the brim of her hat over her eyes, and she had a cruel, evil smile on her face as she left the room with Helga’s boots in her hand. It was time to go home.
Darby was inside the Santa Selena Sheriff’s station and she was helping them organize this massive crowd of young women that just escaped the largest terror of their young lives. It was quite noisy as the girls were murmuring and excited about their freedom. Darby looked over the crowd and could see some of them crying and hugging each other, thrilled to be free. She could feel the emotion in the room and it made her almost cry because she could feel the sheer joy in those women’s voices. Darby knew she just saved many lives. She saw Cheyenne with some of the women and could see that she was comforting all of them. She was amazed on how that young woman was so giving and had really good qualities that helped others. Now, she understood why La Diabla had a strong connection to her. Cheyenne was truly a sweet soul.
“Excuse me Ma’am, but you said you are from Plotsville?” a deputy asked.
“Yes, I am from Plotsville. Have you had a chance to contact muh Sheriff or Mr. Sam Mitchell from the United States DOJ?” Darby asked.
“Yes, we did make contact with Mr. Mitchell, and he said he is on his way here, but it will take a few days of course. We do want to say it is an honor for you to be here. We looked up your information and you are the woman who helped stop that gun smuggling ring, right?” the deputy asked. He was enamored with Darby as this was a celebrity in law enforcement in the Southwest United States.
“Yeah, that’s me. I want to thank all of you for helping these young ladies out. I think we should also send a team to go the Wellington house to shut that evil place down.” Darby said with a smile.
“We are already on our way. We asked the sheriff’s department from the next town over to help us. They should be there at any moment. Thank you, Chief Deputy Reeves! You are a true hero! We are going to get these women home as well.” the deputy said as he shook her hand. He then left so he can help process the women and then go to the Wellington house.
Darby smiled and knew this whole ordeal was almost over. There were still a few things to do. She managed to get these women free, but Priscilla and Gloria were still at large. She had to bring them to justice!!! She was also worried about her friend Bessie. She hoped that she was safe and that somehow, she would escape from them. Then she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and it was another deputy. “Hey there!” she smiled.
“Deputy Reeves, I just wanted to let you know that your hotel room is ready when you are. Just go to the Sunset Inn and give your name. They will show you to your room as well as any guest of yours. The room is on the house as we appreciate your efforts in Santa Selena. We are not too happy that a sex trafficking ring was happening in our town, and we will get it cleaned up.” the deputy said.
Darby tipped her hat and smiled at the young man. “I am sure you will. This seems like a very nice town, and I am sure you will do everything you can to ensure this never happens again. I will stay here for a few days to see if we can catch the ring leaders. Thank you for the hospitality! If you don’t mind, I think I need to take that nice woman over there home. I will be back here tomorrow, ok?” she said and then pointed at Cheyenne.
“Have a wonderful rest of the day Deputy! We will see you tomorrow!” the deputy saluted back.
Darby then walked over towards Cheyenne. It was time for her to be brought back home. Several of the women from the cavern had already left and were on their way and she was confident this station would help the rest. She felt the need to go find La Diabla and they could take Cheyenne back home. She approached the beautiful Native American woman and tapped her shoulder. “Cheyenne? Are you ready?” she asked.
Cheyenne turned around and saw Darby standing there. She had a big smile when she saw that face. “Ready? Ready for what?” she asked.
“Hehe are you ready to go home?” Darby responded.
Cheyenne stood there in shock as she heard those words. She then put her hands to her mouth as it truly dawned on her. She was about to go home! She was so busy comforting these other women and trying to make sure they were ok; she was not thinking about her own opportunity to go home finally. Now, that moment was here. She wanted to break out in tears right now, but she remained calm. “Sure, let’s go!” she said with excitement in her voice and then turned to one of the young women. “You are going to be ok. You are going home soon too! When you see your family again, make sure you give them a big hug!” she said, then gave the woman a hug. Cheyenne then broke the hug and could see a large beaming smile on that young lady, and it made her feel good. She was truly happy that they all made it out of there and were going to be reunited with their loved ones.
Darby watched as Cheyenne gave that woman some positive encouragement and she felt happy. She then looked at Cheyenne and nodded her head towards the exit. As they walked through the door and made it outside, she turned towards Cheyenne. “Now, let’s be careful and head towards this part of town. We have someone else to meet up with.” she winked, then pointed in a direction.
Cheyenne understood who that person was that they needed to meet, and she nodded her head. Her body was filled with excitement as she waited for this moment for what seemed like an eternity. She walked with Darby towards what appeared to be a carriage with some horses attached. This must be their ride to her home! She climbed into the carriage and Darby followed her. The wagon started to move and now they were on their way!
Darby was guiding the horses down the road and soon they made it to a less traveled part of the city and made it to the outskirts. This was the spot that La Diabla told her that they were going to meet up. As she exited the city, she started to look around. Her eyes then caught sight of a black horse grazing in the field and that horse looked familiar. She then slowed the carriage down and then stood up. She tried to look around and then she saw something by a tree. It looked like a person was looking her way and she couldn’t make it out. Then the figure came out from behind the tree and headed towards them. Darby felt a sense of relief as she recognized the figure. It was La Diabla! A smile formed on her face as she was happy to see her. She had no idea on what happened at the house after they parted, but she was happy nothing bad happened to her.
Cheyenne looked out of the carriage window and saw that same figure headed their way. She made out who it was, and she immediately got out of the cabin of the carriage and ran towards that woman. “HEEEEEEYYY!!!!!!” she screamed as she then approached La Diabla and greeted her with a huge hug!!! “You made it!!!! You made it!!!” she said with such great excitement in her voice.
La Dibala was shocked by the intensity of the hug, but it felt absolutely amazing. She was still getting used to the very strong hugs this tiny woman would give. “Yes, I made it. We all did…” she said as she hugged her friend back. She then saw Darby approaching and a smile formed on her face. She then released herself from Cheyenne’s hug and approached Darby. She then reached forward and hugged the deputy. “Good to see you again…” she said as she hugged tighter.
Darby started to feel really good as she felt this hug from La Diabla. They both went through a terrifying ordeal within that cavern, and it brought them closer together. Darby knew that a bond was formed between her and La Diabla and she was happy about that. The women released the hug and stared at each other, trying to find words. “Yeah, good to see you again. Did you take care of business in the house?” she asked.
La Diabla had a wry smile on her face when she heard that question. “Oh yes…I took care of some business alright. Hehehe” she chuckled. She then looked over at Cheyenne and saw the radiant smile on her face. She waited a long time for this moment and to tell her, “It’s time to get you home…” she said with her voice cracking a little.
Cheyenne heard those words once again and now her emotions started to really get to her. When Darby told her she did her best to hold in her emotions and now La Diabla told her that and she wanted to cry so bad, but she still held the tears in because she wanted to save them for when she finally saw her family, friends and the rest of her tribe. “Yeah *sniff* I’m ready…” she said, her voice cracking.
La Diabla smiled and then she got joined Darby in the “driver’s seat” of the carriage and they rode off. La Diabla remembered how to get from Santa Selena to Cheyenne’s tribe, so she had to be there with Darby. It truly felt good to finally bring back Cheyenne to her people. She smiled as she realized she fulfilled her promise to her parents.
Cheyenne sat inside the carriage as they rode off and she was almost bouncing off the carriage walls. Her excitement level was sky high as she just could not wait until she saw the Elu tribe again. The journey seemed to take forever as she watched the trees, grass, large hills, even some desert on the way back. She remained fidgety as time passed by and she tried to close her eyes. It was useless because her emotions and adrenaline were sky high at this moment. She did everything in her power to calm herself as the carriage continued its path. Cheyenne realized she was taken quite far away from her village and was so thankful that she had a friend in La Diabla to come find her. She was also very grateful for Darby, and she was curious about how the two knew each other so well. That was going to be a fun story! Then, she started to notice very familiar settings outside the window, and she knew she was moments away from being home!
The carriage came to a stop as La Diabla told Darby to stop where they were. They made it over a hill and when they started downwards, she could see the village of the Elu tribe. This was the moment she was waiting for when she left a few days ago. She felt a connection to these people and now she was going to see their happy faces once again. She looked over at Darby and smiled. “We’re here…” she said with emotion in her voice.
Cheyenne realized the carriage came to a stop and she burst out of the carriage and looked downhill. Her eyes started to water as she saw the wigwams and teepees of her village! She could see the smoke coming from a fire in the air and she could see all the people moving around, going about their day. She could wait no longer. She was about 100 yards away and she took off running towards her village. Her legs were carrying her as fast as they could. Tears started to come out of her eyes as she was home.
Some members of the Elu tribe on the outskirts of the village noticed that carriage headed towards them. One of the members was Aleshanee, Cheyenne’s best friend. She was helping someone carry some items when she looked over and saw the carriage. Then she saw a person running towards them and she cocked her head to the side trying to make out who it was. Then her heart almost stopped! Her eyes recognized who that was, and she dropped what she was carrying and took off running towards that person. It was Cheyenne, her best friend in the world. She could feel her own tears starting to come out as her friend was literally yards away. “SHIKOBA!!! SHIKOBA!!!!” she screamed as she raced towards her.
Cheyenne saw Aleshanee running towards her and now she ran even faster. “ALESHANEEEEEEEE!!!!!” she screamed and when the two got close, they literally jumped into the air and crashed into each other with a monstrous hug. They fell to the ground and there were tears everywhere. “ALESHANEE!!!! I’M HOME I’M REALLY HOME!!!!” she screamed.
Aleshanee was so overcome with emotion as she felt the very powerful hug of her friend. Ever since Cheyenne was kidnapped, she couldn’t sleep, she could barely think as she was so worried for her. Now, she was back, and it was one of the greatest moments in her life. “SHIKOBA!! IT IS YOU!!! OH, I MISSED YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!” she screamed back as she let her tears fall heavily. The two hugged each other and they did not want to let go of each other. They were both sobbing with joy, and it was a very emotional moment.
Some of the other members of the Elu tribe realized Cheyenne was back and they hurried off, as others ran towards the two women. “PRINCESS SHIKOBA!!!!! YOU’RE BACK!!!!” they screamed as they surrounded the two women.
La Diabla and Darby slowly walked towards the village and saw the reunion of Cheyenne and Aleshanee. For La Diabla, she started to get emotional herself as she knew just how horrible Aleshanee felt after Cheyenne was kidnapped that day. When they got close enough, about 10 yards away she stood there. Darby was about 5 yards behind her. La Diabla now tried to keep her own emotions in check as she witnessed this very emotional reunion.
Cheyenne hugged Aleshanee again, then looked at the other members of the Elu tribe who were there cheering and chanting wildly for her return. This was very emotional for her as she felt their love and she just cried. Then she heard more people coming and she saw their happy faces as soon the whole village seemed to have showed up. Then she saw the crowd starting to part and then her heart dropped. Making their way to the front of the crowd were her parents, Chief Wanbli and Isi. She then let all of her joyous tears go as she saw their faces. She then staggered her way towards her parents, crying heavily.
Isi’s eyes immediately lit up as she saw her daughter walking towards her. For the last few days, she was sick with absolute worry and now before her very eyes, her daughter was there. When Cheyenne made it to her, they both looked at each other and gave a hug. The most powerful, loving hug a mother and daughter could give each other. Isi immediately started to cry tears of joy as she felt the warmth of her daughter’s body against hers. “Shikoba…my sweet Shikoba…” was all she could say as she held onto her daughter with tightness. There was no better moment for her than this moment.
Cheyenne felt that love in her mother’s hug and a wave of pure joy washed over her body as this meant her nightmare was finally over. Her tears of joy came out like waves of water, and she hugged her mother even tighter. “I love you mother…*sob* I love you so much..*sob* I missed you *sob* I’m home…I’m home..” she cried out.
Chief Wanbli was absolutely stunned as he watched his only child hug his wife and both women were crying. His own eyes exploded in tears as he then walked over and hugged the both of them. “Shikoba…you’re back you’re back…thank the gods you are back..” he cried as he hugged them tight.
Cheyenne let go of her mother and then hugged her father. This overwhelmed her as her father was her hero. He was always so strong, and he taught her many things. Now, she was in his arms, and she felt this amazing sense of peace and safety. “I missed you father *sob* I missed you so much *sob* I love you!! *sob* I love you so much!!” I’m home! Your *sob* daughter is home” she cried.
Isi watched as her husband and daughter hugged each other. Their family was once again back together, and she felt she could barely stand. This moment between father and daughter was going to be etched into her mind forever. Then she looked over and saw La Diabla. Her heart filled with love and joy as the woman who first rescued her daughter and brought her home once, has now done it again. She walked towards La Diabla with tears flowing from her eyes and when she made it to her, she immediately hugged her. “Thank you! Thank you for saving my daughter….” she cried as she hugged the outlaw.
La Diabla felt that very strong hug and her emotions got to her. She could feel how much love was in that hug. She knew this was the type of grateful hug that only a mother could give. She wrapped her arms around Isi and hugged her back as she felt her own tears coming out. “You’re welcome…” she responded as she felt this woman sobbing into her shoulder.
Darby witnessed this moment, and she even had a tear fall from her eye as she could feel the love and emotion in the air. She didn’t have to wonder what this moment meant as a beautiful young woman was kidnapped from her family, and almost made a sex slave. Now, she was back, and she knew that this family was once again whole. She was also proud of herself for helping to make this moment happen. What also made her emotional was watching Cheyenne’s mother hugging La Diabla with a hug that she knew a mother would give. It was such an amazing sight to see someone like La Diabla feel the love of other people. Darby knew that it would touch La Diabla’s heart.
Chief Wanbli broke the hug with his daughter and looked towards his wife. He saw her hugging La Diabla and his heart melted again. He then walked towards the two women with Cheyenne in his arms, and once he got there, he saw Isi break her hug. He was now face to face with La Diabla. He looked at her with grateful eyes and tears came down. The woman before him saved his most precious treasure twice now. He dropped to his knees and took a hold of La Diabla’s right hand. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes and got really emotional. “You….you saved my precious Shikoba again. You brought me back my heart. You…you are truly a gift. I thank you…from the bottom of my heart. I owe you my own life.” he cried. He then kissed La Diabla’s hand and lowered his head in gratitude.
La Diabla didn’t even know how to react to his gesture. She could barely breathe as her emotions were completely overwhelmed. First Isi gave her such a great loving hug and now Wanbli was bowing before her in gratitude. She also noticed the rest of the Elu tribe kneeling before her in gratitude. As her right hand was still being held, she used her left hand to start wiping tears away as she could feel the entire village’s gratitude to her. “Y-You’re…welcome…” was all she could say as the moment was very touching to her and she did not know how to react.
Chief Wanbli then stood up and hugged her. He just couldn’t express his gratitude enough for bringing back his daughter to him again. This woman must have been sent from the gods because as strong as he was, as strong as his warriors were, it was this beautiful woman who saved his daughter twice. He broke the hug and stared at her again. He then noticed Darby standing in the background. “Is this your friend?” he asked.
La Diabla was still stunned from all the emotional gestures she just received. She snapped out of her trance and looked behind her. She saw Darby standing there and then she looked at Wanbli again. “Oh yeah, that’s my friend Darby. She helped us get away and come back here.” she stammered.
Wanbli then made his way to Darby and was very happy to meet her. He noticed that she was very tall for a woman, just a few inches shorter than him. He noticed her red hair and it amazed him as he didn’t see that color too often on a woman. He then reached forward and hugged her too. “Thank you. Thank you for helping to save my daughter and bringing her back. My eternal gratitude is for you as well..” he whispered into her ear.
Darby felt the love in that hug, and she felt her own emotions getting to her. As a Deputy, she would get these types of reactions from parents whenever she saved a child from harm. This hug felt different to her. She knew just how bad the situation was with Cheyenne and she experienced the hellish tickle torture as well so feeling this hug and hearing the gratitude really made her feel special. The hug broke and she looked at the Chief. “It was muh pleasure….” she smiled and started to blush.
Wanbli then broke the hug and then made it back to his wife and Cheyenne. He looked at La Diabla and Darby with much pride. “Do you have to leave?” he asked.
Darby and La Diabla looked at each other and then back at Wanbli. Darby wanted to get back to Santa Selena so she could prepare to go find Gloria and Priscilla. “Well, I was about to head back so I can get ready for my search…” she said as she looked at the group.
“Please stay! We will have a HUGE celebration tonight! My daughter has returned, and you both are my guests of honor! I hope you stay…” Chief Wanbli said.
Cheyenne then walked up to both of them. “You both saved my life. I am forever grateful for both of you to bring me home. Please stay. Just for the dinner at least. I want everyone to celebrate you too.” she said with her large, beautiful smile.
La Diabla saw that smile and saw the entire village looking at them. She remembered the celebration from the last time, and it was such a great time. She turned towards Darby and smiled. “Yes, let’s stay. They have the greatest celebrations. We have gone through a lot today. Let’s enjoy this moment. We can go after those bitches tomorrow….” she told Darby.
Darby looked at everyone then smiled. “Sure, I am always up for a celebration. You’re right, we went through a LOT today. It would be good to just unwind and relax. We can leave later tonight. Let’s have some fun!” she smiled.
The villagers all began to cheer as they heard the La Diabla and Darby would accept their invitations to celebrate. The crowd started to disperse as they had to go prepare the big celebration!
Wanbli, Isi and Cheyenne approached the two women with huge smiles. “Come, let’s go! I am sure you both want something to eat and drink. You can also wash up in our hot springs. You are my guests, and you will be treated like royalty.” Wanbli told them. He then turned around and started to go within the village area.
La Diabla nodded her head and then she started to follow the royal family. She saw Darby next to her and grinned. “You’re going to love this place. It is very welcoming, and their food is amazing. You will have a great time…”
“It seems like it. This place looks amazing. I never been in a Native American village before. These people are so nice.” Darby said as they walked within the village. It would be a really good thing for them to relax as this day was filled with a lot of action and drama. Soon, they all disappeared into the royal wigwam to have a moment to enjoy this occasion.
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UP NEXT: A celebration and La Diabla and Darby FINALLY have their special moment together
How did you like this part? They finally have joy in their lives.The next two parts will focus on the relationship of La Diabla and Darby. These two women need to have their moment . They earned it. Your comments are most welcomed!
(Oh, sorry I misspelled the Russian word "no" in the last part. lol I corrected it for this part)
PART 10
Darby gulped as she wanted to have some fun. She was trying to figure out what to do first. She then reached her left index finger forward and placed it at the base of those massive toes on the right foot and then softly stroked it down the ball of the foot, into the arch and then off the heel. She could feel that foot trembling and it amused her. She did it again and felt the quiver in the sole. She did it again and again and again. The pace of the stroking got faster as she loved the texture of the skin and the trembling beneath her finger. “Tickle tickle tickle” she teased as she seemed to remain in a trance.
Helga felt her stomach muscles tighten and could feel that ticklish sensation rip through her and now she was worried. This tickled a lot more than she anticipated and panic started to set in. A giggle came out as she felt the finger stroking her foot at a faster pace, and she wanted to suppress it. Unfortunately for her, her body had other plans and she started to giggle a little louder and soon a steady stream of giggles poured out. Then the stroking stopped. She could see La Diabla’s hand raised in the air and the tickling stopped. Now, she wondered what that woman was up to. Helga knew it was not going to be good.
La Diabla had her hand raised and had Darby stop the tickling. She looked at her student and wanted to give her another lesson on how to humiliate Helga. “Darby, you will resume your foot tickling shortly. But, I think we should put The Cream on her toes! I think she deserves to feel that unbearable sensation on her feet. Trust me, it is quite horrible….”
Helga’s eyes popped wide open!!! The threat of that substance going onto her sensitive feet really drove fear into her. If Darby’s simply stroking was already bothering her, having her toes violated by that cream would really torture her. “NYET!!!!! PLEASE!!! DON’T USE THAT CREAM ON MY TOES!!! NYET!!!” she yelled out. She did not care if she started to beg, she just could not deal with that substance on her skin.
La Diabla turned her body as much as she could to look at Helga. She loved that look on Helga’s face. It was the look of fear. To see that look really gave her a jolt of power. A cruel smile formed on her face as she knew what she was about to say next. “Well, if you want to avoid that cream, then BEG to have your feet tickled. BEG!!!” she demanded.
Helga looked at La Diabla in horror as she heard what the outlaw told her. She had to beg to have her feet tickled? She could already feel the ticklish tremors going through her body because Darby was touching her feet right now, but she had to actually ask her to torment her? Her ego told her to refuse, and she would never be broken, but the threat of that cream on her feet was definitely not the better option. What made the choice even more dreadful was, she knew La Diabla WOULD NOT hesitate to apply the cream to her feet, so she was faced with a humiliating decision. She closed her eyes in shame, took a deep breath then made her choice. “Tickle my feet…” she whispered.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you…” La Diabla said in a very firm tone. She wanted this woman to beg!
“I said….” Helga started, then opened her eyes. She could see the look of sadistic glee on La Diabla’s face, and she swallowed her pride. “Can you please tickle my feet?” she said a little louder.
“That’s not begging!!!! I said BEG you bitch!!!” La Diabla demanded with a very stern tone. She wanted to humiliate this woman and there was no glee on her face.
Helga groaned, then looked La Diabla right in the eyes. “Can you please tickle my feet?? I BEG you to tickle my feet! Tickle my feet!!” she said with great shame flowing through her.
La Diabla’s face formed a grin. A truly satisfied, sadistic, gleeful smile formed, then her demeanor changed to a happy bubbly sight. “Now, was that so hard ticklish widdle girl? You can have your wish! We are going to tickle your feet!!!!” she laughed, then faced Darby. “You heard her Darby; she wants us to tickle her feet! Let’s do it!”
Darby clapped her hands a little bit and then looked at those trapped feet. She took both of her index fingers and placed them on both respective soles, directly in the arches. She then started to stroke the soles with her fingers, and she loved the reactions. The feet were trembling under the touch, and she could see them trying to sway, desperately trying to get away from the tickling fingers. Darby simply followed the feet, and she felt her own sense of entertainment. “Kitchy kitchy koo! I think I have some TICKLISH feet here!” she laughed.
Helga felt the fingers stroking in her arches and she could feel the ticklish tremors resonating in her body. She even tried to sway her feet side to side, but it was no use. With her toes tied, she had no choice but to endure the tickling attack. She could feel some small giggles coming out and she did her best to hold them in. She also had a mixture of embarrassment and anger as she was forced to beg for her feet to be tickled. She still could not believe these women were winning against her and soon, she knew she would be at their mercy. This was something she was definitely not used to and now she was paying a price. The giggles started to get stronger, and it took all of her strength to not explode in laughter.
Darby continued to stroke her fingers in the arches, and she was starting to get more excited. The more she tickled, the more the feet started to tremble under her touch. She could see the toes starting to strain and now she decided to slowly rake her fingers in the arches. That seemed to be very effective as she could hear the giggles getting stronger and stronger. “Someone really wants to laugh, doesn’t she? It is ok, you can laugh. I know this must really tickle you a lot. I know it would tickle me….” she teased. The amount of joy she was experiencing right now really thrilled her. There truly was a sense of power in tickling someone.
La Diabla could only smile as she saw Darby tickling those large feet. She was proud of her friend as she seemed to be getting into tickling those feet. She couldn’t help but laugh as she heard Darby using teasing words, which she knew would torment Helga even more. She could hear the giggles getting louder behind her and it was just a matter of time before Helga lost it. She wondered if Darby learned how to use teasing words while tickling from her. After all, she really tormented Darby on those two occasions so maybe the deputy learned a thing or two. Then a smile came to her face when she heard the giggles now become strong laugher.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! STOP TOUCHING MY FEET!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Helga started to laugh as she felt those fingers touching the part of her arches where they connected with the ball of her foot. That was a real tender spot, a spot she didn’t even know about. It really got to her, and her body had to react even if her mind did not want to do it. Now, she was vulnerable, and she hated this feeling, but Darby touching her feet was quite effective.
Darby was now scrabbling her fingers faster, then she stopped for a moment. She reached her right hand forward to grab the tips of the toes so she could hold the feet still, then went back to her arch tickling. Her fingers absolutely loved touching this skin. She expected the skin of the soles to be rough since Helga was such a strong, dominant woman, but the skin had some tenderness to it. Now, her eyes looked at the ball of the foot. She could see that area and now her curiosity got to her. She took her index finger and started to swipe it back and forth across the width of the ball and she heard the laughter coming out more freely. This made her giggle to herself as she could hear that laughter. Now she started to zip her finger up and down the surface area of the ball, touching the top of the ball near the toes, then zip right back down close to the arch, then back up as though she was making a “vvvvvvv” design. She heard a squeal come out and she laughed. “Wow! Someone is very ticklish on her feet!”
Helga could feel the finger going up and down on the ball of her foot and it was driving her crazy. She blushed again as she let a high pitched squeal out and now she was getting quite uncomfortable being forced to laugh. She started to tug at her shackles, trying to use her brute strength to break them, but they just wouldn’t budge. She continued to laugh, but she didn’t want to beg. Then she felt the fingers go back into her arch, forming a lazy circle in that area. Her legs were trembling, and she just could not get free! Her eyes focused on the back of La Diabla’s head and that long black hair. She wanted to reach up and grab that hair and pull it out by the roots. Her laughter now started to get stronger as now she felt a fingernail touching her arch. That really tickled her! “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES IT TICKLES IT TICKLES!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Darby heard the laughter and felt the feet trying to break away from her grip as her nail stroked right in the arch. She discovered that her own fingernail, even though it wasn’t a very long nail at all since she like her nails trimmed, was very effective on a ticklish foot. Now she went down to the heel and wanted to try a different method. She started to scrabble her fingers in a rapid “running” motion on the skin and heard the giggles coming out, but they were not as strong. She deduced that Helga was not as ticklish on her heel, so now she wondered, where the most ticklish spot was. Darby then thought about how her own feet were tickled and what gave her an intense response. So far, she knew that the arch and ball of the foot were ticklish, but what about the instep? She then moved her finger to that tender spot and slid her finger up and down the instep. This seemed to have a nice effect.
“WHAT ARE HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU DOING??!! STOP THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP DOING THAT!!!” Helga demanded as she felt Darby’s fingers now teasing her instep. She figured out Darby was going to explore the entire foot, probably seeking the most ticklish spot. She knew that’s what she would do on her victims. She loved finding the most ticklish spot on a victim’s feet as she could hear the hysterics and panic when she touched a very sensitive spot. She remembered when she explored Darby’s feet and La Diabla’s. Both women have very sensitive feet and she enjoyed tickling them. Now, her own feet were being attacked and she wondered where the most ticklish spot was as well. No one ever found the most ticklish spot and she had no idea either. This is what made her concerned. What would happen when Darby finds it?
Darby then moved from the instep and back into the arch. She went after the ball of the foot, the arch, the heel, the instep, now she moved her fingers all the way over to the outside edge of the foot, and lightly ran her fingers on that area. Her finger slid up and down that outside edge and even though she didn’t get loud laughter, the foot would twitch a lot, making it a sensitive spot. She loved the way the foot would twitch in response to her touch, and it made her happy. She had to grip the toes tighter and then slowly slid the pad of her index finger down the outside edge of the foot. She could feel the toes quivering in her grasp and she continued to tease that outside edge. Since the feet were quite large, it took her a while to stroke down the length. “Someone has very sensitive feet! I like this! This is getting to be fun!” Darby said as though she was a small child with a new toy.
La Diabla could see the joy on Darby’s face as she tickled Helga’s big feet. She watched Darby’s technique and was impressed. She watched as Darby’s hands would move all over that foot and even saw when she was tickling the outside edge of the foot. She liked that idea and when she got her turn on Helga’s feet, she was definitely going to have to explore it. She then stared at the large toes and wondered just how ticklish they were. She figured it was time to find out! “Hey Darby, do you think she has ticklish toes??”
Darby looked up and saw that cute smile of La Diabla. She returned the smile and stared at those thick, long toes. “I think they are! Well, there is only one way to find out. Hehehehe” Darby giggled with glee. She then let go of the toes with her right hand and stared at the massive toes. She saw them trying to wiggle, but with the big toes tied together, there was no way she could hide them. She then reached her finger forward and touched the toe stem of the index toe and did a quick stroke. The toes started to shake, and the feet started to tremble. “oooohh!!! Ticklish toes!” Darby teased.
Helga flinched with great intensity when she felt her toe get tickled. It really bothered her, and she didn’t know what to think. After all those years of tickling toes of a helpless woman, now her very own toes were in danger. She felt another stroke, this time on the middle toe and a giggle came out. Fear once again flowed through her body as her toes were quite sensitive. “HEY!!!! CUT IT OUT!!! THAT…….THAT….” she stammered, trying to avoid the word.
“Tickles?” Darby laughed as she then started to lightly stroke her finger all over the stems of the toes and loved watching the feet sway all over the place. She then used her right index finger to hold the rope holding the big toes together so she could try and keep the feet still. Watching the toes wiggle as she stroked the undersides amused her. She then decided to focus on the base of the toes and when her finger stroke where the index toe was connected to the foot, she saw the toes try to scrunch. “tickle tickle tickle….” she teased. Then she slid her finger over to the next toe and tickled right there on that line.
Helga’s eyes bulged as she felt Darby’s fingers tickling the base of her poor toes and it truly surprised her how much it tickled! She started to shake her head, closed her eyes and then she just let out a steady stream of giggles. “hehehehehe HEY!!!! Stop that!!! It tickles!!! It tickles me!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha OOOOOH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!!!” she screamed as Darby’s fingers were now in her toe crevices. She felt the fingers invade that sensitive crevice between her middle toe and index toe and it really drove her crazy. She tried to clamp her toes together and it actually stopped the finger stroking.
Darby couldn’t help but laugh as the strong toes prevented her from tickling between them. “She got muh finger!” she laughed while staring at La Diabla. She tried to pull her finger free, but those toes held onto her finger. She tried to tug her finger loose, but it was trapped. This woman was strong everywhere! “Let go of muh finger!!” she laughed. She then let go of that toe tie and used her right hand’s fingers to stroke up and down the sole, which caused the toes to spread, and her finger was loose. Darby then looked at those toes and smiled. She wanted to really give them a good tickling and she remembered that night at Gertrude’s home when she and Gertrude tickled the barmaid Mandy. She was shown how to tickle some toes so she figured she could try it on Helga! “Now, I am going to see just how ticklish these toes are!!!” she shouted out, then using her left hand, she stuck her fingers between each toe crevice, interlocking her hand with Helga’s toes as though they were “holding hands”. With her fingers firmly in place, she then started to squeeze and wriggle her fingers in those toe crevices, sending huge waves of ticklish electricity through Helga’s body.
Helga felt Darby’s fingers going in between her toes and when she felt those fingers squeeze those areas, she felt an incredible amount of ticklish energy flowing through her and she couldn’t help but explode in laughter. This was definitely a sensation she was not prepared for, or even knew how bad it would be. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NYET!!!! NIEEEEEEETT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!” she started to scream in hysterics. Helga was surprised how intense the feelings were and she couldn’t help but laugh. Now she felt completely embarrassed as any resistance she tried to put up and fight she had was lost when Darby did this maneuver on her toes. Her upper body was twisting in her bonds as she tried to find a way to get herself under control.
La Diabla was taken back a little as she watched Darby place her fingers in that kind of a toe hold and she was impressed! She wondered where Darby got that idea and she even thought that maybe she could use that same technique. What really made her feel proud at the moment was the look on Darby’s face. That beautiful face had a look of evil ticklish intent on it. She could see the joy Darby was having inflicting tickle torture as her fingers were squeezing and wriggling in those crevices. The sounds Helga was making made her feel good because this was a moment she would remember forever. During this entire torture cycle, Helga would have fits of laughter, or sounds of arousal, but always found some measure of control again. With this toe tickling, she lost control and that was the moment La Diabla was waiting for. To have the Russian lose control because she would be far more susceptible to more tickling. She licked her lips as she wanted her turn. “You are doing good Darby. Keep tickling those toes! Drive it through her very soul! Or her sole, either way. Hahahaha” she teased.
Darby looked up at La Diabla and saw the glee on her face. She could tell her friend was thoroughly enjoying her method and her eyes went back to the toes. She could feel the toes trying their best to clamp together, but with her fingers sitting in there, they were helpless. Now she applied more pressure in her squeezed and wriggling and the tortured laughter got even louder. Darby was proud of herself. She found the most ticklish spot on Helga’s feet. These powerful, meaty toes. “Laugh Helga, just LAUGH!!!” she said with a little malice in her voice. Revenge tickling was very fun to her.
Helga continued to scream her laughter while in true ticklish laughter. Her mind was spinning, trying to figure out a way to compose herself but that sensation between her toes was overwhelming. Now, she was falling apart in terms of her will. Right now, all she cared about was for the toe tickling to stop. She didn’t care about how she looked, or how loud she was, she just wanted it to all stop. Her body started to convulse, and her voice started to drift into silent laughter. This was something she definitely did not want to happen. She knew when her victims went into silent laughter, their bodies and their minds would start to break down and become a lot more submissive. Now, she was headed in that direction and her ego was really starting to become damaged. Now, she tried to shout out the words “please” and “stop” but they sounded like whimpers as she went into silent laughter.
Darby kept going at the toes and she could hear the laughs drifting into silent laughter. She even knew that meant the tickle torture was overwhelming Helga. This felt so good! She was making Helga break down and it was such a rush. Her own ego started to rise as she was winning the battle against the massive Russian. She took a deep breath and then released her fingers from the toe crevices. After she pulled her fingers free, she stared at those thick toes and could see them shaking in ticklish agony. She could hear the huge sound of relief coming from Helga’s lungs and she even did a quick shiver as she felt just how much power she held over Helga’s well being. “Wow….she really does have some ticklish toes. Hehehe” she giggled.
La Diabla smiled, then clapped her hands in celebration. “You did GREAT Darby!! You got her REALLY good! I am so proud of you!” she said with joy in her voice. She truly was impressed that Darby inflicted a severe tickle torture on a woman who tormented and humiliated the both of them. She could hear Helga breathing hard behind her and a wave of power flowed through her. It was about to be her turn and she truly wanted to inflict some hellish torture on this woman.
Helga started to recover from the tickling assault on her toes and breathed heavily. That toe tickling truly got to her and when she tried to wiggle her feet free, she couldn’t as her toes were still tied. She could feel her eyes water, the result of shutting the eyes tight and screaming in ticklish laughter. She hoped the torture was over because her body was getting tired. “Please…..please…no more….no more…let me go…” she mumbled as she tried to recover.
La Diabla let out a laugh. It started in a very low tone, then grew louder and started to sound more evil. Hearing Helga out of breath and pleading to be let go really gave her a sense of revenge and now it was her turn to torture this woman. Her mind remembered that helpless feeling she had when she was tickled and how ruthless the tickling was. She turned her head and upper body slowly to look behind her and when she did, she made eye contact with Helga. She saw the exhausted look in the eyes, and she winked. “It is my turn bitch……” she said with evil glee. She then quickly turned back around and stared at Darby. “Darby, my dear friend, would you like to sit on her legs like how I am doing? I want to have some fun with her feet. You got her right foot, let me have some fun with the left…..” she asked.
Darby could see the look of evil glee in La Diabla’s eyes. She was happy to see it, but her mind went back to that very first time in the barn. The look she saw right now in the present, reminded her of the look La Diabla had when they were in the barn. When she wanted to torment her into complete submission. She knew by experience that La Diabla was going to truly torture this woman’s feet. Darby chuckled to herself because in the cavern, when La Diabla felt very vulnerable and very human, she asked for “La Diabla” to appear and here she was. “Sure! I can help you with that. Her foot is all yours….” she smiled, then stood up. She walked over to the area of the bed and saw La Diabla slowly get off the legs, and she quickly followed her so she could sit on those thighs. Darby was now sitting on the thighs and staring at the bare feet. She could see the big toes tied and they looked completely helpless. She stared at the right foot’s toes and remembered how she tortured that foot. She then looked at La Diabla who made her way to the foot of the bed, and she had a look of joy on her face. Darby knew La Diabla was going to inflict tickle torture and she had a front row seat. The best part? It wasn’t HER feet that were the targets.
Helga groaned as she felt La Diabla get off her legs and Darby sat on them. Now, she felt even more trapped because Darby was heavier than La Diabla so she definitely wouldn’t be able to get away. She also felt a sense of dread as she knew La Diabla was about to go after her feet. She knew she was in trouble because the tickling from Darby was worse than she thought it would be and the deputy was the woman of “honor”. She would be more apt to showing mercy as her nature was that of a sense of “good”. Now, she was about to endure an assault on her surprisingly ticklish feet from a woman who had no real sense of honor. A woman whose job was to cause havoc and chaos. A woman who definitely had ill intentions of inflicting the worst tortures imaginable. A woman who she broke and destroyed, was now going to get her revenge. Helga didn’t even want to beg. She knew it was a futile thing to do and she didn’t want to give La Diabla the pleasure of hearing her beg. She was going to laugh, she was going to suffer, but she wanted to not give the outlaw total satisfaction. Helga braced her body for the worst.
La Diabla was now at the foot of the bed, and she got down on her knees then sat on her own ankles to make herself a little comfortable. She had a lot of fun tickling the Russian’s ribs and belly. She REALLY enjoyed going after the large breast and nipple. But now, she was at this woman’s feet. She truly enjoyed tickling a woman’s feet as they were usually a weak point. Knowing how ticklish these feet are after witnessing what Darby did only gave her extra motivation. She looked at the large left foot. This was her first time looking at the bottom of the foot since she watched Darby remove the boots and socks and she was impressed. This monster of a woman had nice looking feet and learning from Darby, they were quite responsive. She licked her lips in anticipation and then reached her finger forward. Just how would these feet feel? Would they feel soft to her? Hard skin? Somewhere in between? She then placed the pad of her right index finger on the ball of the left foot and pressed into it, testing the texture of the skin. It felt nice!!! She also enjoyed watching the foot starting to sway as it reacted to her touch. “This is going to be…………..FUN!!!!!” she shouted with excitement in her voice. She then stroked that same finger down the length of the sole, noticing it took longer than normal because of their size and she loved the way the foot trembled in ticklish fear. Her adrenaline spiked and it was time to have some serious fun!
Helga felt the fingers tickling the bottom of her left foot. She felt the slow stroke and her foot was twitching, trying to avoid that finger from touching her. Then she felt the finger stroking across her heel, going side to side and she let out a giggle. She wanted to flex her toes, but they were still restricted due to the big toes being tied together. She could tell La Diabla was teasing her because there were light touches on different spots on her foot. She would feel a finger stroke on her heel, then it would touch the ball of her foot, then back to the heel, then the instep, into the arch and then back to the ball of the foot. She couldn’t get a sense of the pattern and it was irritating her. “Stop touching my foot!” she shouted as the random touches continued.
La Diabla grinned as she heard Helga getting frustrated her with random foot touches. She was going to keep doing this, to keep Helga off balanced. She then looked at the big toe pad and then placed her finger on that area. She then did a few quick strokes, and she could see the toe straining to free itself. Then she looked at the base of the toes and slowly stroked her finger across that part of the foot. The feet were twitching and swaying and La Diabla couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s the matter? You don’t like my touches? I like touching your feet. It is a fun thing to do!” she teased.
Darby smiled as she watched La Diabla touching and teasing Helga’s feet. She then turned around and looked at Helga who had a look of frustration mixed in with smiles on her face. “Are her touches bothering you? I bet it feels terrible to have both of your feet tickled. I can’t wait to see how she tortures you!” Darby taunted then turned around and looked at Helga’s feet again. “I want to hear her laugh….” she told the outlaw.
“So do I….” La Diabla grinned. She then used her left hand to hold the toes on the right foot, so she could prevent the feet from twisting and swaying away from her. She then placed the tip of her right index finger in the left foot’s arch and started to slowly scratch away at that flesh. She immediately felt the foot jerk away and she sped up the motion of her finger. She could hear the muffled laughter and then the sounds got louder. Her finger then went faster and faster, making sure her nail stroked the skin as well. Now, she heard a steady stream of giggles and they kept getting louder. “That’s right you big bitch… laugh. Laugh for La Diabla!” she taunted.
Helga continued to feel herself giggle and that finger stroking in her arch was getting worse. The worst part was when the nail touched her foot and she let out a few squeaks from her mouth which embarrassed her. “hahahahahahahahaha y-y-you bitch!! Hahahahahahaha” she laughed as the finger was definitely getting to her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on resisting the urge to beg for it to stop. She just could not let La Diabla make her beg.
La Diabla then moved her index finger to start to lightly stroke the outside edge of the left foot, mimicking the move Darby did on the right foot. She could feel the foot quivering under that touch and knew this was effective. She did enjoy the fact that the foot was large, so it took a while for her finger to go from the edge of the baby toe, then down across the outside edge of the ball of the foot, then slowly down the length of the foot and then finally made it to the heel. Then she reversed the path and went up from the heel, up the length of the sole, to the outside edge of the ball of the foot and then the baby toe. But this time she didn’t stop at the baby toe, her finger continued its path across the baby toe, then got to the longer ring toe, moved to the top of the toe and now slid across the tip of the middle toe, the index toe and then the tip of the big toe. She could feel the toes shaking in ticklish fear. “She is SO ticklish! When you tickled her feet, could you feel how bad it can be for her?” she asked Darby teasingly.
Darby giggled as she heard the teasing question. “Yes! When you touch her feet, you can tell she is so ticklish. I like how she pretends it doesn’t tickle, but inside, she is dying…” she said teasingly. Then, she had an idea and her face lit up. “Hey, I know what I can do to make it worse while you tickle her feet!”
Helga heard the teases, and it was driving her crazy. These women were definitely making fun of her efforts and she was getting frustrated. She would laugh sometimes from the touches on her feet, so those women knew she was ticklish, but she also kept fighting it. One positive for her was her arousal was declining, but it also made her feel the ticklish sensations more. Then her eyes opened as she felt Darby turning around on her body and she was now facing her. Darby was still sitting on her thighs, but she also extended her legs so now her booted feet were right next to her head. She turned her head side to side and could see those cowboy boots on each foot next to her and she wondered what the deputy was up to.
Darby then smiled at Helga and reached her hands forward so that they could rest on the belly. “Oh, are muh feet bothering you? Don’t you worry now, I won’t kick you. I do wonder if your belly is still sensitive….” she teased.
Helga gasped as she heard Darby’s words and now felt her fingers on her belly. She then squealed as La Diabla’s fingers moved to the base of her toes! It wasn’t a soft touch; it was a firmer touch so now her giggles came out harder. Then she felt the fingertips grazing her belly and now more ticklish fear gripped her. “Hehehehehehehehe HEY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT TICKLES ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed in laughter as the fingers went after her belly button, as the tickling on her feet got stronger.
La Diabla was pleased with Darby’s move as she figured she was now tickling Helga’s upperbody as she tickled the feet. It was the perfect distraction so she could go after these feet and make the tickle torture even worse. She figured it was time to make it more hellish and then she took the tip of her fingernail and placed it on the base of the middle toe, then dug it into the foot flesh and slid it right down the middle of this big, wide sole. The fingernail dragged its way through the center of the ball of the foot, then went right into the middle of the arch, all the way down to the heel. When she made it to the heel, she simply moved the finger side to side on that heel, then went right back up the foot, going into the arch and across the ball of the foot and then right back to the base of the middle toe. A wry smile formed on her face as Helga’s laughter was now louder than it has been before. So, she dragged her finger down the foot once again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Y-YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHA BITCHES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Helga roared as she felt that fingernail dragging across the bottom of her left foot and Darby’s fingers going around her navel. The tickling was now the dominant feeling in her body and having both of them tickle her at the same time was breaking her down once again. She noticed that they weren’t stopping their attempts to tickle her, in fact, it was getting stronger, and her body was doing its best to writhe. But Darby’s long legs were next to her body, so she didn’t have much room to twist, and she saw the boots next to her head. Helga turned her head towards the left boot on the right side of her head and could smell the leather. Her own mind now imagined what was inside that boot. The thought of the large, deep pink sole now entered her mind and she wished she could touch it one more time. As she laughed from her own tickling torment, she imagined ripping that boot off, peeling any sock off and then digging her fingers into that amazingly soft sole one more time. Her mind now sent words to her mouth in between her laughter, expressing that desire. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GIVE HAHAHAHAHA ME YOUR HAHAHAHAAH FOOT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!!!!” she shrieked.
Darby paused her belly tickling as she heard Helga’s words and wondered what she was talking about. She then realized she was staring at her left boot and even felt a shiver through her body. This woman was getting tickle tortured, but somehow was thinking about tickling her foot! She was thrilled that Helga’s hands were shackled above her head because if those arms were free, she would probably have her own foot tickled and she would collapse like a house of cards. “Are you asking for muh foot?” she asked as her fingers started to drum along the stomach muscles once again.
La Diabla heard what Helga was crying out and she laughed. This Russian was getting tickled tortured, and she wanted Darby’s foot. She then stopped her own foot tickling and stood up. She walked over to the right side of the bed and saw Darby’s booted foot next to Helga’s face. She then looked at Darby and smiled. “Hey, listen to me. Just go along with what I am about to do. Nothing bad will happen to you, but I thought of a way that will totally keep her mind off any resistance to our torture and make her go crazy she will burst! You trust me?” she asked.
Darby looked at La Diabla with a quizzical look and hesitated. She felt she could trust her at this moment, but she was unsure of what she had planned. “Um, ok. I place muh trust in you. What are you going to do?” she asked.
La Diabla then looked at Helga. “I am going to drive you crazy with lust again. I will give you what you want….” she teased. She then went over to Darby’s ankle and grabbed it. She lifted her leg slightly up in the air, not high enough to get Darby off balance, but high enough off the bed. She then yanked off the boot, exposing Darby’s socked foot!
Darby gasped as she felt her boot come off and now her socked foot was exposed! A huge wave of nervousness went through her body as she truly did not know what La Diabla was up to. “Muh boot! You are taking off muh boot?????” she asked in surprise.
La Diabla turned her head towards Darby and winked. “Trust me….” she whispered. She then faced Helga again and could see that her eyes were fixated on the socked foot. “Yeah, I know what you want. Let’s take a good look at it shall we?” she teased as she then started to peel off the sock from under Darby’s jeans leg. The socks made it form under the jeans and now slipped off the heel. She knew Darby was going to freak out, so she faced her again and mouthed the words “Relax. Trust me.”
Helga was completely focused on what La Diabla was doing. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw that cowboy boot get pulled off and now the sock was getting peeled off. Could it be? Was Darby’s bare foot going to be exposed? Was she going to play and tickle that perfect foot? Her breathing got shallow with nerves as she saw the deep pink skin on the heel and then the arch was exposed. Her body was trembling with anticipation as she saw the ball of the foot get exposed, and then, it happened! The meaty pink toes of Darby were exposed! Helga’s mouth dropped open as the precious pink sole was now in her eyesight. It looked absolutely amazing to her. She could even see some sock lint on the bottom of that foot, and she wanted to touch it.
“Looks so good doesn’t it?” La Diabla teased as she pointed Darby’s sole towards Helga’s face, so she had a clear view of it. She could see the top of Darby’s foot and she felt a tingle in her own body. “I know you wish you could tickle it and tease it. I bet you want to hear her laughing and screaming in ticklish agony from your touch. I bet you want to put your fingers on this tender footed deputy and listen to her giggle away. Or, how about your tongue licking away at it? We both know how soft that pink skin is, and I bet it would be SO delicious in your mouth…” she continued to tease.
Darby was starting to sweat now as her barefoot was exposed and La Diabla was talking about how ticklish her foot and was offering her foot to be tickled! She had no idea where this was going, and she felt fear. “Um, muh foot. Are you going to tickle muh foot???” she asked with fear.
“No my friend, I am not going to tickle your foot. I know Helga wants to, but………” La Diabla teased. She then lowered Darby’s foot back onto the bed and pulled it more to Darby’s left so it was not right next to Helga’s head. She then turned the sole to its side, so it faced Helga’s head. “I will just keep it right out of her reach. I want her to look at something she can’t have while she screams her head off as I tickle her feet!” she laughed then walked back towards the foot of the bed. When she passed Darby on her way, she reached out her left hand on Darby’s shoulder and leaned in towards her. “I was not going to put your foot in ticklish danger. I just wanted to mess with her head. She will be so distracted from that sexy foot of yours, there is no way she will fight our torture. So, have fun with her. Wiggle your toes and stuff as you tickle her. Let’s push this bitch over the edge so we can go home….” she whispered.
Darby smiled as she heard La Diabla’s words. The outlaw was right. The sooner they could push Helga over the edge, the sooner they can leave this horrible place. She then placed her fingers back on the belly and started to drum them over the muscular flesh. She even wiggled her toes on the exposed left foot and figured she should tease the Russian. “Muh foot is right there for you…I hope you don’t tickle muh foot. I would go crazy!” she teased as she continued to wiggle those toes.
Helga felt a huge surge of arousal as she stared at that pink sole. She loved the design of the foot as it was so meaty and looked so tender. She had tickled that foot on several occasions and once again, it was right there for her. It was too far out of her reach as she wanted to lick that foot. She really started to crave that foot and she started to giggle as Darby’s fingers were drumming away on her abs. “hehehehehehehe stop that! Hehehehe give me that foot!!! Please!!!” she giggled as her desire for the foot increased. She even stuck out her tongue a few times, desperately trying to lick the pink foot.
La Diabla couldn’t help but laugh as she heard Darby’s teases. She was truly proud of her friend as she was getting really good at teasing. She also felt her own arousal increasing as she looked at Darby’s foot. She always did love Darby’s feet, and it has been over a year since she tickled the foot, the last time being in that Mission with Madam Olivia. She missed touching that perfect pink sole. But now, she had a job to do. She faced Helga’s bare, thick feet and she formed her right hand into the “claw” and placed the tips of her “talons” at the ball of the left foot and now started to scrape and claw away at the flesh. Her nails were now scrabbling wildly across that sole and she absolutely loved the sound that came out.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NYET!!! NYET!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Helga exploded in laughter as she felt the flurry of nails along the bottom of her left foot. This seemed to tickle her more than before and her body reacted. She tried to twist her foot away, but she felt her right toes being held, keeping her feet from flailing away. She also felt a finger now probing into the navel, digging around in there. Her eyes never left that precious pink sole though. She just could not look away as the foot was just right there. Just right out of her reach. She craved that foot, she wanted to tickle it. This fixation took away her concentration from fighting the tickling that was happening in her body and it made the sensations more intense.
Darby could see and feel Helga’s ticklish anguish as she knew the feet were being tickled and her finger was now pressing deeper into the navel. Her finger pressed in pretty deep into the navel and started to spin around in that crevice. This was getting really exciting for Darby as she could hear the laughter getting louder and could feel the stomach muscles trembling under her touch. She looked at Helga’s face and saw the agony on it as the skin started to turn red and the mouth was wide open with hysterical laughter now coming out. What amazed her was Helga’s eyes were still fixated on her foot. Darby shook her head as it did amuse her that her bare foot had so much power over this muscular woman. She wiggled her toes a little and that seemed to draw Helga’s attention even more. She then took her finger out of the navel and then placed her hands on the sides of Helga’s torse and started to tickle that area.
“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NYET!!!!!! NYEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTT!!!!” Helga screamed out as the tickling continued and now her sides were being tickled. She was surprised on how fast she was breaking down, but she loved what she was looking at. She looked at the size 11 deep pink sole and those precious, thick toes of Darby and her lust was kicking in. She truly wished she could touch it just one more time. When the toes wiggled, it sent a streak of arousal in her body. Her craving to tickle Darby’s foot was causing the rest of her body to be far more receptive to the tickling attack.
La Diabla was enjoying herself as she could hear the hysterical laughter increasing. She now ran her “claw” all over the sole, making sure she touched the heel, focused on the arch and then the ball of the foot. She could hear her nails scratching across the skin and it made her smile. She also knew that Darby’s barefoot had a major effect because it would definitely affect her. It did cross her mind that somehow, she could tickle Darby again, but this time it would be in a much more playful situation. She thought about Darby’s sweet laughter and the softness of that sole. La Diabla then snapped out of her trance and now she started to rake her nails up and down that left foot. A higher pitch of laughter started to come out from Helga, and she couldn’t help but giggle. This ruthless Russian was now at her mercy! “That’s right you big bitch! Laugh, laugh for La Diabla!!!” she shouted as her nails slowly clawed their way down the sole as though she was scratching her nails on a chalkboard.
Helga felt that claw going down her foot and it was maddening. She never took her eyes off of Darby’s sole, but her laughter increased. She felt herself starting to sweat profusely and now her own lungs were burning. She was now entering the tickle phase of exhaustion as she let the laughter go. Her defense techniques were gone and now the tickling began to overwhelm her. Her chest shook, which made her massive breasts wobble around as Darby continued to tickle her sides. There were intermittent coughs in between her laughter as her throat was getting sorer. Now, she did not know what was going to happen to her and she felt humiliation washing over her as she was becoming the same as the women she tortured. Beaten by tickle torture.
Darby could see the desperation in Helga’s face and was thrilled to see tickle torture truly breaking down this very strong woman. Reflecting on her own memories, she knew how bad this torture could be and was happy that Helga was paying a price for her role in this sex trafficking ring. She also thought about Gloria and Priscilla’s role in all of this and thought that they deserved to be brought to justice. Even if it included “ticklish justice”. She felt a surge in her own adrenaline thinking about getting a form of revenge against Gloria, especially after remembering the nightmare she was put through when her identity was discovered. Darby then pressed her fingertips into the ribs and now Helga’s head faced hers and a look of fear was in her eyes. “I think I found a good spot!” she teased as her fingers dug deeper into that cage.
La Diabla heard the louder laughter and knew she was close to finally making this woman surrender to the torture and into submission. She then stopped her clawing and thought of a move that would surely bring this monster to her knees. She then placed her fingers through the toe crevices of both feet. Her left hand’s fingers interlocked with the right foot’s toes, and her right hand’s fingers interlocked with the left foot’s toes and without waiting, she squeezed and wriggled her fingers in those crevices with great pressure. A feeling of absolute power ran through her soul as she knew this was going to truly torture Helga. She wanted her to feel that sheer desperation as she held onto whatever will she had left.
Helga felt those fingers in her toes, and she exploded in hysterical laughter. The sensations coursing through her nervous system was overwhelming. When Darby did it to her, she went nuts from it, but it was only one foot. La Diabla had both of her feet trapped like this and she never felt anything like this before. Not with this much intensity going through her body. Now, her head was bouncing up and down on the pillow, trying to do anything to shake the tickle torture from her body. She could feel the sheer force of her laughter coming out of her throat, the sweat now coming out her pores more freely and that agonizing sensation of her feet being trapped with nowhere to go. Her eyes went away from Darby’s foot, and she looked at Darby’s face. She could see the glee on that face, and she laughed harder because that same face belonged to a woman that was tickling her ribs. Helga started to feel weaker as the tickling was getting her body exhausted. She just did not want to beg, but she was on the verge of doing so.
Darby could see the panic in Helga’s face and she continued to press her fingers over the ribs, moving them around to make sure she covered all of the spaces. She was staring at the jiggling breasts, and she couldn’t help but smile. Her victim was helpless, laughing hard and just had to be embarrassed. She then thought that maybe she could really torment Helga’s mind. Thinking about what La Diabla did by removing her boot, Darby started to think how she could use her own foot to really drive Helga crazy. So, she stopped using her left hand to tickle then right ribcage, then bent her left leg at the knee, lifted her foot up, then placed it directly on the sternum between the two massive breasts. She could feel the sweaty skin on the bottom of her foot and then lifted it slightly, so that the bottoms of her toes and the ball of her foot were directly in Helga’s view. She was pleased when she saw the bounty hunter’s eyes now stare at her foot. “Like what you see?” she teased as she wiggled her toes.
Helga continued to scream in laughter as the tickling of her toe crevices were driving her absolutely insane. Right now, she experienced another form of torture as she saw Darby lift her bare foot up and then place it on her chest, between her tits. She could feel the incredible softness of that foot on her skin, and it really send jolts of pleasure through her body. Then she could see the bottoms of those meaty toes and the ball of the foot, and her lust took off, mixed in with the toe tickling on her feet. The toes in front of her wiggled and that drove her absolutely crazy. She really wanted that foot right now. “NYET!!! DON’T TEASE MEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA DON’T TEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
La Diabla heard the crazed laughter and wondered what was happening. She figured Darby must have been doing something with her foot, but with her at the foot of the bed and Darby sitting on Helga’s body, she couldn’t see Helga’s face. She didn’t care, because right now she had those thick toes touching her fingers and she was enjoying applying pressure on them and wriggling her fingers in those crevices. Helga’s laughter was music to her ears, and she really wanted to torture this woman. She had no intention of stopping this method until Helga cracked and begged her to stop. La Diabla knew that begging would be the ultimate humiliation for a strong woman, because that’s how she felt when she was forced to beg.
Darby continued to wiggle her toes and could see Helga’s eyes staring a hole through her foot. She then reached down with her right hand and started to squeeze the hipbones. She wanted to add to the torture La Diabla was doing to those massive feet and the teasing of her toes. “I know you want muh toes, but you have to beg for them….” she teased.
Helga’s eyes were shut as the tickling between her toes was getting very intense as La Diabla kept her fingers there. She opened her eyes again and saw those pink meaty toes teasing her. She didn’t want to do this anymore. Now she was getting short on breath and her arousal spiked by looking at that foot. Eventually she knew she had to start breathing again as she was headed towards silent laughter, so she started to cry out. “PLEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!! STOP!!!! I CAN’T HAHAHAHAHAHA TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!! PLEASE!!!!” she screamed.
La Diabla heard the words and felt a huge sense of pleasure flow through her! Helga was starting to beg. After all this time and inflicting cruel tickle torture, the Russian was finally breaking. Her adrenaline was at a fever pitch, and she wanted to really drive home the point. She continued to tickle the sensitive toes and now it was time to truly break the woman. “If you want us to stop, BEG us! BEG US to stop tickling you! NOW!!!” she demanded as she shouted.
Helga heard La Diabla’s words, and she was done. The tickling finally got to her, and she just wanted it to stop. Her feet were very sensitive at this moment and that darn pink foot of Darby’s was driving her crazy. “HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!” she cried out.
Darby had to smile and figured she could add extra humiliation by giving her an offer. She had no idea what came over her, but she then lifted her foot and put it close to Helga’s mouth. “If you beg us then I will let you kiss muh foot…” she taunted, then wiggled her toes again.
Helga saw that foot right by her mouth and her craving took control. “HAHAHAHA I BEG YOU!!!! PLEASE STOP!! HAHAHAHAHA I AM BEGGING YOU!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
La Diabla smiled as she heard those words. Now it was time to further the humiliation. “Say you are a weak Russian bitch!!” she taunted, then squeezed her fingers again, sending another huge jolt of ticklish electricity through Helga’s body.
“You heard her….say you are a weak Russian bitch and you can kiss muh foot….” Darby teased. She then put her foot even closer to Helga’s mouth.
Helga saw that precious meaty sole in her face and felt those fingers in her toes and she just gave up the ghost. The tickling needed to stop, and she wanted to kiss that foot! “HAHAHAHAHAHA I’M A HAHAHAHAHA WEAK WEEEEAAAAAKKKKKK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA RUSSIAN BITCH!!!! I GIVE UP!!!!! STOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP TICKLING HAHAHAHAHAHA MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” she cried out. Once the words left her mouth, she felt an incredible amount of humiliation wash over her. She just did what they told her to do, and she complied. Helga now felt the agony of defeat.
La Diabla laughed. A huge wave of satisfaction filled her body as she conquered the Russian bounty hunter. She removed her fingers from the toes and pumped her fist. This was truly a moment for her. It was a moment of redemption as she was forced to submit herself to both Helga and Priscilla because her body couldn’t take it anymore. She had to admit that Priscilla was her superior and it brought her total shame. Now, she got the Russian to admit her defeat. That woman was so strong, so powerful, now she was just another weak ticklish victim of hers. She stood up in jubilation and then started to walk over towards the left side of the bed to see Helga’s defeated face. She was surprised to see Darby placing her bare foot next to Helga’s face and wondered what Darby was up to. La Diabla did hear Darby tell Helga that she could kiss her foot, but she didn’t know Darby meant it. She made it to the side of the bed and looked at Darby. She could tell there was a surge of satisfaction in her as well.
Darby felt so powerful right now. She actually helped get a woman to submit to tickle torture. After all those times she was tortured, now she was the winner. She tickled Madam Olivia a little over a year ago, but it was brief. This time, she was part of the victory and played a key part. With a grin, she spoke to Helga. “I am a woman of my word. You can kiss muh foot….” she said, the placed her sole flat on Helga’s face.
Helga felt that extraordinarily soft foot on her face and she wanted to melt. That skin was so soft and felt so incredible she was in a state of nirvana. She took a whiff of the foot, then she planted a kiss on the sole, close by the heel and into the arch. Her lips felt that soft, tender skin and it felt incredible. Now, she was definitely wet between her legs and was ready to burst! Then, she heard Darby giggle and she really got horny.
Darby pulled her foot away as she felt the kiss on her foot. “hehehehe that tickles…Muh foot is too sensitive.” she said as she then saw La Diabla standing there next to her. “That probably wasn’t the best idea in the world. Muh foot is still very ticklish to touch…” she smiled.
La Diabla now felt a surge of arousal in her own body as she heard Darby’s cute reaction and that giggle drove her crazy. “Still got a tender foot huh? Hehe” she joked, remembering the nickname she gave the deputy a year ago.
“Yeah…I guess I do hehehe” Darby giggled as she now moved her body off of Helga’s and sat at the edge of the bed. She grabbed her sock that was still laying on the mattress and started to put it back on her foot. “We won, didn’t we?” she smiled as she looked up at La Diabla.
“Yes…yes we did…” La Diabla said with pride in her voice. She saw Darby now putting on her boot again and then the deputy stood up. “We got her…” was all she could say, then she reached forward and gave Darby a hug.
Darby felt La Diabla hugging her, and she hugged back. This was a very nice moment for her as they just made Helga beg for mercy and were free. The two broke the hug and looked at each other. Darby nodded her head and took a deep breath. “Now, let’s get out of here….”
La Diabla nodded her head, then went over towards Helga who was laying on the bed, panting and sweating profusely. She could see the woman had been blushing heavily and she couldn’t help but smile. She then saw Helga making eye contact with her. “Awwwww…….was the tickling too much? Poor baby…now, you get to stay here while we leave. Make yourself comfortable!” she taunted.
Helga felt the wave of humiliation washing over her once again as she heard La Diabla teasing her. She was coming to grips about her submission, and she felt some disappointment in her mind, but also anger towards the woman who helped make her submit. “I hate you bitch… I swear when I get out of here, I will get you back…” she murmured.
La Diabla had a smirk on her face, then turned towards Darby. “Let’s get out of here…This bitch is done. Haha” she laughed. She then walked out of the room with Darby and both women could hear a ruckus in the closet room. She did a small jog over there and looked inside. Her eyes popped open as she witnessed an amazing scene. There were the former slaves, all 20 of them holding down two naked women and tickling them all over their bodies. The screams coming from the caretakers were horrific as they were begging for mercy. La Diabla then looked over and saw Cheyenne standing by the raised feet of one of the caretakers and tickling a foot. She couldn’t help but smile to herself to see Cheyenne get a little revenge. In fact, she felt proud of her.
Cheyenne was having fun running her fingers over the bottom of that trapped foot. There was horrific laughter everywhere, but it was fun. She loved how the foot would spasm under her touch and she would also look over at the other foot being tickled by one of the former slaves. Then her eye caught sight of La Diabla and Darby standing in the doorway. She stopped her tickling and stood up straight with a big smile. “Hey!! You’re both ok!” she smiled.
“Yes we are. Hahaha What are all of you doing?” La Diabla asked.
“Um…well, they wanted to get revenge. I couldn’t help but to join in. I’m sorry….” Cheyenne explained.
“Hahaha that’s ok. I love it. But ladies, it is time to get out of here. Let’s go!!” La Diabla instructed.
“Yes, let’s get out of her before Priscilla and Gloria bring some other bounty hunters. Come on ladies!” Darby instructed as she left the closet room and then stood in the hallway. She watched as all the women start to leave the closet, with sounds of excitement in their voices filling the hallway and now heading towards the front door. The women were moving quickly, and she waited until every woman left that closet and then looked inside. She saw Cheyenne leaving the closet, the last one in there and then she also saw the two naked, and very exhausted caretakers laying on the floor trying to recover. She shook her head and then left the closet. Darby then placed her hand on Cheyenne’s shoulder. “Hey Cheyenne, can you get the women into a group by the front door? I want to make sure the coast is clear before we leave. You never know what may be waiting outside of here.” she instructed.
“Yes, I can do that. Thank you!” Cheyenne smiled as she was being given some kind of leadership role in this escape. This felt good to her as she really wanted to help everyone. She then headed towards the group of ladies and before the first one tried to open the front door, she stopped them. “Hey!! Don’t leave yet! Wait for a moment! There could be a trap.” she instructed as she made her way through the crowd of women.
Darby and La Diabla stood together alone in the hallway, and they realized what they just done. They survived their own brutal tortures and managed to free a lot of innocent women that would have been sex slaves. Darby felt very proud of herself and for La Diabla as well. She looked at the beautiful outlaw and smiled. “Well, I guess this is it. Time to leave this horrible place.”
La Diabla looked at Darby and smiled. “Yeah, it is time. This place is done for. I think those cowards Priscilla and Gloria left. Helga was their security, now she is finished. So, what will we do with these women?” she asked.
“Well, I was planning on going to the local Sheriff’s office and get the Santa Selena law enforcement involved. They need to shut down this place, and also help these ladies get back to their homes. They have been through so much and I am sure their families will be happy to see them. Plus, I have to reach my contact in the United States DOJ to let them know my progress. This was a mission that has been accomplished.“ Darby beamed.
“Well, I will meet you near the outskirts of the city then. My horse is there, and I will meet you there while you do some cleanup with the ladies and this home. Bring Cheyenne with you because I have to get her back home. I want to fulfill a promise…..” she said with some emotion in her voice.
“Ok, sure. But why not come with me? You should be there when we wrap this all up. You saved the day!” Darby said with a smile.
“Naw, that’s your role. Besides, I can’t take the chance of their law enforcement recognizing me. If you recall, I am a wanted criminal.” La Diabla responded with a smirk.
Darby understood what La Diabla was referring to, but she felt bad. She wanted the outlaw to get recognized for doing something really good. She was a hero to these women, and she should get recognized. However, she did realize that she was in fact an outlaw and there was that chance she could be recognized as El Guapo’s gang did commit crimes throughout the southwest of the United States, possibly California as well. “Ok, I understand. I will meet you in that location…..” Darby said. She then placed her hands on La Diabla’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “Thank you for everything. These women will never forget what you did for them, and I will never forget it too.” she said with pride.
La Diabla smiled as she heard Darby’s words. It did feel good to hear them and she did help a lot of these women escape a nightmare of a future. The idea of her being a hero just felt strange to her and she kept hearing that label consistently ever since she met Cheyenne. Then, she quickly thought about her own ordeal and the women who inflicted that torture. Now, she felt that desire to finish Helga off. An idea then entered her mind. “Thank you for saying that. But you’re the hero. It is because of you that we made it out. So, go ahead and lead these women to help. I will meet you in a bit. I will look around here to see if I can find anything to tell me where those other bitches are. If they are still here, well, I will make sure they stay captured until your help shows up. Hehe” she smiled.
“Ok. Well, I will see you soon…” Darby said as she then turned away and headed towards the crowd of women. She glanced back at La Diabla one last time and saw that beautiful face. She then turned around and made her way through the crowd of women. She could see their smiles and feel their excitement as she made it to the front door. Pulling out her gun, she slowly opened the door and looked outside. It was a bright sun and she saw that no one was around. “Ok ladies, the coast is clear! Now, stay together and we will go to the Sheriff’s station so we can finally get all of you home!” she said with a huge smile.
Cheyenne was extra excited as she was finally going to leave this horrible place. She made her way to the front of the line to stand alongside Darby. “Yes, let’s all go! Stay together and we will walk out of here and to safety. We did it girls, we did it!” she said with excitement. She then walked side by side with Darby as she led the women out of the house. As they walked through the front yard, she realized someone wasn’t with them. She turned towards Darby and tapped her on the arm. “Hey, where is La Diabla?” she asked.
La Diabla walked back into the room where Helga was and could see the large woman struggling on the bed. She walked over towards the drawer; her eyes fixated on something. Her eyes saw what she was looking for and a smile formed on her face. Now, she just needed one more thing to find and she was ready. She could hear Helga struggling behind her, trying to get free from the bonds. “Struggling there?” she smiled.
Helga saw La Diabla enter the room again and started to feel anger. She and Darby humiliated her and now she was suffering from embarrassment. She wondered why that outlaw entered the room again. “Why are you still here? Come back to gloat? How about you let me free, and we can settle the score once and for all?” she said with anger in her voice. She started to tug again at the shackles around her wrists, but they just would not budge.
La Diabla picked up a large towel from the dresser and decided this will have to do. She then turned around and faced Helga. She loved the fact that the bounty hunter was struggling on the bed. She walked towards the bed and then quickly straddled the Russian’s thighs to prevent her from thrashing her legs around. “Relax….just relax. To answer your question, no, I will not be setting you free. I am here to finish the job!” she said with a cool, angry tone in her voice. She then dropped the towel next to Helga’s body on the left side and now she reached her hands forward, her fingers resting on the stomach. “You see, I want to finish you. I want you to never forget this day. You humiliated me, Helga. I mean, you and that bitch Priscilla broke me. My mind was shattered, and I was completely broken. I felt entirely defeated and it was the worst moment I have ever had as an adult…” she explained in a calm voice. Her emotions were starting to build up as she remembered the humiliating tickle torture she went through.
“Da! I broke you. You were crying like a bitch. You may have gotten me to beg for mercy, but you never broke me…” Helga said with a cocky smirk on her face. She hated to submit to La Diabla and Darby, but she was never truly broken.
“Yes, you are right. I made you beg when I tickled those abnormally large feet of yours and my friend tickled that belly of yours. But you see, I never forgot what happened to me and now I want to break you. I think in order to do so, I will have to make you more……….comfortable…” she smiled. Her hands then went to the button on the jeans and pulled it free. Then she slowly unzipped the pants and opened up the flaps of the pants, exposing the underwear of Helga. She then looked up and saw a look of concern on Helga’s face.
“W-what are you doing? Leave my pants alone!” Helga demanded as she felt her pants coming undone. Was La Diabla about to expose her private area? She felt herself turning red from embarrassment as that would be truly a humiliating moment. She tried to twist her body, but her waist and hips remained still as La Diabla was sitting on her thighs.
“I am making you comfortable. After all, you stripped me completely naked, now I am just wanting you to know what that feels like….” La Diabla teased as she now grabbed the outside edges of the pants and started tug them off Helga’s hips. She felt the Russian trying to force her hips into the bed so that the pants would not come off her ass, but La Diabla knew how to counter that. Her left hand let go of the hem of the pants and tickled the belly of Helga, causing her to squeal in laughter and the hips came up off the bed. Then with her quick reflexes, she managed to pull her hand back, grab the hem of the pants and now tugged the pants down and off the hips. She managed to pull the pants down far enough down the thighs so that she could see all of Helga’s cotton underwear and the groin area.
Helga gasped in shock as she pants were now pulled down! Her eyes were wide open as she knew her panties were exposed, and that outlaw was up to no good! “Put my pants back up!! DO IT NOW!!!!” she demanded.
“Um…no.” La Diabla said matter of factly. Then she reached for the hem of the underwear and started to tug them down as well. “Now, let’s see what you have under here…” she teased.
Helga started to go into a panic as she felt her underwear getting tugged down! She as going to have her most private area exposed! “What are you doing???? Don’t you DARE expose me!!!!” she screamed. She watched helplessly as she felt her underwear leaving her hips and she could feel her exposure happening. The underwear then came off her ass and then her pussy was revealed! She felt her face get really warm from embarrassment as she was being stripped naked! This what SHE did to others, now it was happening to her!
La Diabla was enjoying herself as she stripped the bounty hunter of her dignity. She could see how red she was in the face and a thrill ripped through her body. Her eyes then looked down at the genitals and she liked what she saw. The mound was shaven clean, which made sense since Helga would shave every victim of hers. The lips were “pouty”, and the color was a deep pink. She noticed the clit was large and could see it starting to peek out from under the “hood”. “Wow, what a nice pussy you have…You are a big woman aren’t you? Your pussy is so big too. I can see how wet you are as well. What turned you on? The tickling on your body? The tickling on your nipples? On your feet? Or was it also looking at Darby’s BIG sexy feet?” she teased.
Helga glared at her, and she swallowed hard. The outlaw was correct. All of those things did get her aroused, especially the beautiful pink soles of Darby’s feet. She shook her head slowly as this woman was here to just completely embarrass her. “I hope you are enjoying this. I swear, when I get my hands on you again, you will rue this day….” she grumbled.
La Diabla had a large smile when she heard Helga’s threat. This woman had no idea what she had planned and when it takes place, it was going to be sweet. “I doubt you will ever get that chance. You see, I am here to break you. You may think you are too strong to crack, but trust me, you will be a broken, begging mess when I am done with you…” she teased. She then took her right index finger and started to stroke the wet lips and around the shaven skin of the groin area. She felt Helga’s body shudder under her touch, and she continued to stroke it all over the moist lips and even grazed the large clit. “You like this don’t you?” she grinned.
Helga felt a surge of arousal flowing through her body as she felt the finger teasing. She hated being a victim, but her body enjoyed the tender touch from La Diabla. “I bet YOU are enjoying this. You finally are touching a REAL woman. How about you *oooh* let me go and I will show you how to touch a woman. I bet you *oooh* would love for me to touch your sweet pussy….” she said while reacting to the touches on her vagina.
“I don’t think you could satisfy me actually….” La Diabla smirked. Her finger started to tease the pussy faster and now she felt the hips starting to grind. “I know this feels really good. Your body is going to get so worked up and I am sure you are going to want to cum. But you’re not. Well, you will have to beg me and also become submissive to me….” she said in a teasing voice.
Helga grinned when she heard the outlaw’s words. “You really *ooh* think I will ever submit myself to you? You are *oooh* out of your mind! I will never become submissive to you. I will *oooh* get out of *ooh* here and believe me, I am going to *oooh* ravish your pussy…” Helga said with that smile. It was now a willpower game.
La Diabla could feel just how wet Helga was and then stopped her stroking. Now, her eyes turned to slits as the moment had finally arrived. “Oh, you think so huh? Big tough Helga. So strong, so mighty, so invincible! I already got you to beg me to stop tickling you, now you will become submissive to me!” she threatened. She then reached towards the towel and picked it up. She then pulled something out from under the towel and showed it to Helga. “THIS will get you to break….” she said with evil intent.
Helga’s eyes nearly popped completely out of her head when she looked at what La Diabla was holding in her hand. It sent massive waves of fear through her body, and she just could not believe she was in this position! She felt her heart starting to race faster as panic started to set in. She saw a bottle in La Diabla’s hands and there was a label on it. It said, “Cream”. This completely frightened her as she knew what was inside that bottle! That horrible itching cream! “NYET!!! NYET!!! NOT THAT!!!! YOU CAN’T USE THAT ON ME!!!!” she screamed in terror.
“What’s the matter? You recognize this stuff huh? Oh yeah, it is that cream you put on my body, right? Oh yeah, you know what it does. It totally drove me insane. I was a broken mess after you put it on my nipples, on my armpits and between my toes. I can’t even describe the sheer nightmare it was. Now, you are going to know what it feels like. I will place some on your toes, but better yet, I WILL put it inside your pussy!!” La Diabla threatened. She then took the towel and using it as a shield on her own hand, unscrewed the cap to the bottle. She then poured some of the substance onto the towel carefully as she did not want her own skin to make contact with the horrific substance. After pouring it on the towel, she rubbed the area together to wash in the cream in that part of the towel, then looked at Helga. She could see true fear in those eyes as the Russian couldn’t even say words and she was paralyzed in fear. “So, like I said, you WILL become submissive to me! Your days of dominance are over… So, shall I put this on your pussy?”
Helga couldn’t even find the words to beg. She was in total shock that she was trapped and completely vulnerable to that cream being applied to her own body. She remembered when she accidently had some on her hand and it itched like absolute hell. Now, her most sensitive part of her body was being threatened. “Please!!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!! DO NOT PUT THAT ON MY PUSSY!!!!” she screamed in fear. With her pussy being very wet and aroused, that cream was really going to take the intensity to another level as it reacted well with the warmth of body fluids.
“Hmmm… well, am I superior to you?” La Diabla asked, remembering what Priscilla asked her when she was suffering through the cream.
“DA!!!! DA!!!!! YOU ARE SUPERIOR!! YOU ARE SUPERIOR!!!!” Helga screamed back as she saw the towel being lowered to her vagina.
“Do you want to get revenge on me? You still want to tickle me all over my body and ravish my pussy? That’s what you said earlier….” La Diabla teased, the towel just mere inches from the pussy area.
“NYET!!! I DON’T WANT TO DO THAT TO YOU!!!! PLEASE!!! DO NOT PUT THAT ON ME!!!!” Helga screamed and she could feel herself close to shedding tears in fear. She once applied that cream to a slave’s pussy years ago and that poor woman never recovered mentally or emotionally from it as it drove her out of her mind. It was one of her proudest moments back then as that slave was very compliant and broken. She was also very close to putting it on La Diabla’s pussy, but Darby interfered.
“Are you scared Helga? Does this cream scare you? Oops! I almost dropped the towel…” La Diabla teased as she playfully dangled the towel above the mound. She could feel her excitement grow a hundred fold as she could see and feel the sheer terror in Helga’s eyes and body.
“DA!!!! DA!!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!! PLEASE DON’T DO THAT TO MEEEEEE!!!” Helga screamed and she felt a tear fall from her left eye as she was scared out of her mind.
“Well, maybe I should not do this to you. It would be too cruel! But then I remembered…….I am a diabla!” she laughed then dropped the towel onto the mound. Placing her hands on the part of the towel not covered with the cream, she rubbed that towel with the cream on it all over the pussy lips, over the clit and over the shaven mound. She then lathered it up more and even got the inside thigh area, where the legs were connected to the groin. She made sure she rubbed it in good, then tossed the towel away. “Ah, that’s better….” she smiled.
Helga froze in total fear. She saw and felt that cream get rubbed onto her exposed genitals and the surrounding areas. She knew in moments the effect of the cream was going to overwhelm her completely and her tormentor had a look of evil glee on her face. It was at this moment; she knew she was truly defeated. Now more tears came from her eyes as she knew she was about to suffer greatly. “Nyet…*sob* please help me…..” she whimpered.
La Diabla sat on those thighs and looked at the pussy area. It was glistening from the cream and she just wanted to wait until it took effect. She then looked up and saw tears coming from Helga’s eyes and a huge wave of evil satisfaction filled her soul. Her revenge was now complete. It was time to enjoy the victory. Suddenly she felt Helga’s legs trembling beneath her and she watched the hip area starting to writhe. The cream’s effects have now started.
Helga felt the itching starting to happen and soon the feeling got more intense. Her entire body was shaking in abject fear as the itching got worse by the moment. Her body started to thrash as the cream was really kicking in. The sensations ripped through her body with such great intensity, and she looked at La Diabla hoping for mercy. “PLEASE!!! OH GOD!!OH GOD!! IT ITCHES IT ITCHES!!! MAKE IT STOP!!! PPPLLLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!” she screamed in terror.
“Um, no…” La Diabla grinned as she watched Helga’s body reacting violently to the itching cream. She saw Helga’s face screaming in terror. The eyes were bulging out, her mouth was wide open and screaming as loud as it could. She could even see spit flying out of her mouth as she was feeling that severe itch. La Diabla remembered what it was like to fell those effects and how much it destroyed her mind. She was truly broken from that moment and now she was going to watch Helga suffer the same thing. “Does it itch?” she said with a mocking tone.
Helga heard what was said, but that cream really started to destroy every shred of will she had left. The sensations really kicked in and the fact it was on her genitals really made her suffer. The only thing she had in her mind was the horrible itching sensations. It was at this moment she wanted to die. She was trapped and there was no escape. She started to cry heavily as this was just too much. Having it on outside skin was absolutely horrible, but to be on the private area, especially across the clit and the inside edges of the pussy lips was beyond anything a human could take. She felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she continued screaming in absolute terror. She did not care she was crying and behaving hysterically in front of La Diabla. She just wanted relief from this itch and that was it. “PLEASE!!! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYY!!!” she cried out.
La Diabla then let out a laugh. A slow, sadistic, evil laugh as she watched Helga fall completely apart. She figured it was time for her to leave soon as she saw Helga thrashing in agony. She then grabbed the towel and then spun around on the thighs and faced Helga’s feet. She could see the toes scrunching and wiggling wildly. She then took the cream part of the towel and rubbed it all over those helpless toes that were still tied together at the big toes. She rubbed the towel in between the toe crevices and on their undersides. Once she wiped the cream on the toes, she reached her hands around the feet and tickled the arches one last time. Now, she heard a demonic laugh as the itching and ticklish laughter combined together.
Helga felt La Diabla tickling her feet and this sent her into a whole other level of suffering. The tickling and the itching combined broke her. She felt her will leave her body and was desperate to do anything to make it stop. She felt so helpless and at the mercy of a woman who wanted to destroy her. Then she felt the fingers stop tickling her feet and even felt La Diabla get off her legs. She was hoping that woman was going to get the aloe that would neutralize the cream but saw her instead coming closer to her head. She looked at La Diabla with pleading eyes. “Please..*sob* please help me….” she cried.
“I have to go now. I hope you enjoy this moment. I hope for your sake, someone comes to find you…Or this will go on forever…” La Diabla said as she patted Helga’s head and then did a quick tickle on her belly. She then turned around and headed towards the door. Before she got there, she saw her hat on the floor, knocked down from the earlier confrontation and put it on her head. She then saw Helga’s empty boots laying on the floor and she went to go collect them. It was time to take those huge boots home as trophies! She checked her vest and made sure she had that bottle of The Cream with her and walked to the door.
Helga saw La Diabla leaving, and a new wave of terror filled her body! She was leaving??!!! The cream was still on her and there was no one to get the aloe for her! She was just going to suffer! “NYET!! COME BACK!!! COME BACK!!! I’M SORRY!!!! YOU’RE MY SUPERIOR!! FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” she screamed in agony.
La Diabla paused at the doorway and heard Helga’s desperate pleas and even a request for forgiveness. She knew at that moment, Helga was broken. She then lowered the brim of her hat over her eyes, and she had a cruel, evil smile on her face as she left the room with Helga’s boots in her hand. It was time to go home.
Darby was inside the Santa Selena Sheriff’s station and she was helping them organize this massive crowd of young women that just escaped the largest terror of their young lives. It was quite noisy as the girls were murmuring and excited about their freedom. Darby looked over the crowd and could see some of them crying and hugging each other, thrilled to be free. She could feel the emotion in the room and it made her almost cry because she could feel the sheer joy in those women’s voices. Darby knew she just saved many lives. She saw Cheyenne with some of the women and could see that she was comforting all of them. She was amazed on how that young woman was so giving and had really good qualities that helped others. Now, she understood why La Diabla had a strong connection to her. Cheyenne was truly a sweet soul.
“Excuse me Ma’am, but you said you are from Plotsville?” a deputy asked.
“Yes, I am from Plotsville. Have you had a chance to contact muh Sheriff or Mr. Sam Mitchell from the United States DOJ?” Darby asked.
“Yes, we did make contact with Mr. Mitchell, and he said he is on his way here, but it will take a few days of course. We do want to say it is an honor for you to be here. We looked up your information and you are the woman who helped stop that gun smuggling ring, right?” the deputy asked. He was enamored with Darby as this was a celebrity in law enforcement in the Southwest United States.
“Yeah, that’s me. I want to thank all of you for helping these young ladies out. I think we should also send a team to go the Wellington house to shut that evil place down.” Darby said with a smile.
“We are already on our way. We asked the sheriff’s department from the next town over to help us. They should be there at any moment. Thank you, Chief Deputy Reeves! You are a true hero! We are going to get these women home as well.” the deputy said as he shook her hand. He then left so he can help process the women and then go to the Wellington house.
Darby smiled and knew this whole ordeal was almost over. There were still a few things to do. She managed to get these women free, but Priscilla and Gloria were still at large. She had to bring them to justice!!! She was also worried about her friend Bessie. She hoped that she was safe and that somehow, she would escape from them. Then she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and it was another deputy. “Hey there!” she smiled.
“Deputy Reeves, I just wanted to let you know that your hotel room is ready when you are. Just go to the Sunset Inn and give your name. They will show you to your room as well as any guest of yours. The room is on the house as we appreciate your efforts in Santa Selena. We are not too happy that a sex trafficking ring was happening in our town, and we will get it cleaned up.” the deputy said.
Darby tipped her hat and smiled at the young man. “I am sure you will. This seems like a very nice town, and I am sure you will do everything you can to ensure this never happens again. I will stay here for a few days to see if we can catch the ring leaders. Thank you for the hospitality! If you don’t mind, I think I need to take that nice woman over there home. I will be back here tomorrow, ok?” she said and then pointed at Cheyenne.
“Have a wonderful rest of the day Deputy! We will see you tomorrow!” the deputy saluted back.
Darby then walked over towards Cheyenne. It was time for her to be brought back home. Several of the women from the cavern had already left and were on their way and she was confident this station would help the rest. She felt the need to go find La Diabla and they could take Cheyenne back home. She approached the beautiful Native American woman and tapped her shoulder. “Cheyenne? Are you ready?” she asked.
Cheyenne turned around and saw Darby standing there. She had a big smile when she saw that face. “Ready? Ready for what?” she asked.
“Hehe are you ready to go home?” Darby responded.
Cheyenne stood there in shock as she heard those words. She then put her hands to her mouth as it truly dawned on her. She was about to go home! She was so busy comforting these other women and trying to make sure they were ok; she was not thinking about her own opportunity to go home finally. Now, that moment was here. She wanted to break out in tears right now, but she remained calm. “Sure, let’s go!” she said with excitement in her voice and then turned to one of the young women. “You are going to be ok. You are going home soon too! When you see your family again, make sure you give them a big hug!” she said, then gave the woman a hug. Cheyenne then broke the hug and could see a large beaming smile on that young lady, and it made her feel good. She was truly happy that they all made it out of there and were going to be reunited with their loved ones.
Darby watched as Cheyenne gave that woman some positive encouragement and she felt happy. She then looked at Cheyenne and nodded her head towards the exit. As they walked through the door and made it outside, she turned towards Cheyenne. “Now, let’s be careful and head towards this part of town. We have someone else to meet up with.” she winked, then pointed in a direction.
Cheyenne understood who that person was that they needed to meet, and she nodded her head. Her body was filled with excitement as she waited for this moment for what seemed like an eternity. She walked with Darby towards what appeared to be a carriage with some horses attached. This must be their ride to her home! She climbed into the carriage and Darby followed her. The wagon started to move and now they were on their way!
Darby was guiding the horses down the road and soon they made it to a less traveled part of the city and made it to the outskirts. This was the spot that La Diabla told her that they were going to meet up. As she exited the city, she started to look around. Her eyes then caught sight of a black horse grazing in the field and that horse looked familiar. She then slowed the carriage down and then stood up. She tried to look around and then she saw something by a tree. It looked like a person was looking her way and she couldn’t make it out. Then the figure came out from behind the tree and headed towards them. Darby felt a sense of relief as she recognized the figure. It was La Diabla! A smile formed on her face as she was happy to see her. She had no idea on what happened at the house after they parted, but she was happy nothing bad happened to her.
Cheyenne looked out of the carriage window and saw that same figure headed their way. She made out who it was, and she immediately got out of the cabin of the carriage and ran towards that woman. “HEEEEEEYYY!!!!!!” she screamed as she then approached La Diabla and greeted her with a huge hug!!! “You made it!!!! You made it!!!” she said with such great excitement in her voice.
La Dibala was shocked by the intensity of the hug, but it felt absolutely amazing. She was still getting used to the very strong hugs this tiny woman would give. “Yes, I made it. We all did…” she said as she hugged her friend back. She then saw Darby approaching and a smile formed on her face. She then released herself from Cheyenne’s hug and approached Darby. She then reached forward and hugged the deputy. “Good to see you again…” she said as she hugged tighter.
Darby started to feel really good as she felt this hug from La Diabla. They both went through a terrifying ordeal within that cavern, and it brought them closer together. Darby knew that a bond was formed between her and La Diabla and she was happy about that. The women released the hug and stared at each other, trying to find words. “Yeah, good to see you again. Did you take care of business in the house?” she asked.
La Diabla had a wry smile on her face when she heard that question. “Oh yes…I took care of some business alright. Hehehe” she chuckled. She then looked over at Cheyenne and saw the radiant smile on her face. She waited a long time for this moment and to tell her, “It’s time to get you home…” she said with her voice cracking a little.
Cheyenne heard those words once again and now her emotions started to really get to her. When Darby told her she did her best to hold in her emotions and now La Diabla told her that and she wanted to cry so bad, but she still held the tears in because she wanted to save them for when she finally saw her family, friends and the rest of her tribe. “Yeah *sniff* I’m ready…” she said, her voice cracking.
La Diabla smiled and then she got joined Darby in the “driver’s seat” of the carriage and they rode off. La Diabla remembered how to get from Santa Selena to Cheyenne’s tribe, so she had to be there with Darby. It truly felt good to finally bring back Cheyenne to her people. She smiled as she realized she fulfilled her promise to her parents.
Cheyenne sat inside the carriage as they rode off and she was almost bouncing off the carriage walls. Her excitement level was sky high as she just could not wait until she saw the Elu tribe again. The journey seemed to take forever as she watched the trees, grass, large hills, even some desert on the way back. She remained fidgety as time passed by and she tried to close her eyes. It was useless because her emotions and adrenaline were sky high at this moment. She did everything in her power to calm herself as the carriage continued its path. Cheyenne realized she was taken quite far away from her village and was so thankful that she had a friend in La Diabla to come find her. She was also very grateful for Darby, and she was curious about how the two knew each other so well. That was going to be a fun story! Then, she started to notice very familiar settings outside the window, and she knew she was moments away from being home!
The carriage came to a stop as La Diabla told Darby to stop where they were. They made it over a hill and when they started downwards, she could see the village of the Elu tribe. This was the moment she was waiting for when she left a few days ago. She felt a connection to these people and now she was going to see their happy faces once again. She looked over at Darby and smiled. “We’re here…” she said with emotion in her voice.
Cheyenne realized the carriage came to a stop and she burst out of the carriage and looked downhill. Her eyes started to water as she saw the wigwams and teepees of her village! She could see the smoke coming from a fire in the air and she could see all the people moving around, going about their day. She could wait no longer. She was about 100 yards away and she took off running towards her village. Her legs were carrying her as fast as they could. Tears started to come out of her eyes as she was home.
Some members of the Elu tribe on the outskirts of the village noticed that carriage headed towards them. One of the members was Aleshanee, Cheyenne’s best friend. She was helping someone carry some items when she looked over and saw the carriage. Then she saw a person running towards them and she cocked her head to the side trying to make out who it was. Then her heart almost stopped! Her eyes recognized who that was, and she dropped what she was carrying and took off running towards that person. It was Cheyenne, her best friend in the world. She could feel her own tears starting to come out as her friend was literally yards away. “SHIKOBA!!! SHIKOBA!!!!” she screamed as she raced towards her.
Cheyenne saw Aleshanee running towards her and now she ran even faster. “ALESHANEEEEEEEE!!!!!” she screamed and when the two got close, they literally jumped into the air and crashed into each other with a monstrous hug. They fell to the ground and there were tears everywhere. “ALESHANEE!!!! I’M HOME I’M REALLY HOME!!!!” she screamed.
Aleshanee was so overcome with emotion as she felt the very powerful hug of her friend. Ever since Cheyenne was kidnapped, she couldn’t sleep, she could barely think as she was so worried for her. Now, she was back, and it was one of the greatest moments in her life. “SHIKOBA!! IT IS YOU!!! OH, I MISSED YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!” she screamed back as she let her tears fall heavily. The two hugged each other and they did not want to let go of each other. They were both sobbing with joy, and it was a very emotional moment.
Some of the other members of the Elu tribe realized Cheyenne was back and they hurried off, as others ran towards the two women. “PRINCESS SHIKOBA!!!!! YOU’RE BACK!!!!” they screamed as they surrounded the two women.
La Diabla and Darby slowly walked towards the village and saw the reunion of Cheyenne and Aleshanee. For La Diabla, she started to get emotional herself as she knew just how horrible Aleshanee felt after Cheyenne was kidnapped that day. When they got close enough, about 10 yards away she stood there. Darby was about 5 yards behind her. La Diabla now tried to keep her own emotions in check as she witnessed this very emotional reunion.
Cheyenne hugged Aleshanee again, then looked at the other members of the Elu tribe who were there cheering and chanting wildly for her return. This was very emotional for her as she felt their love and she just cried. Then she heard more people coming and she saw their happy faces as soon the whole village seemed to have showed up. Then she saw the crowd starting to part and then her heart dropped. Making their way to the front of the crowd were her parents, Chief Wanbli and Isi. She then let all of her joyous tears go as she saw their faces. She then staggered her way towards her parents, crying heavily.
Isi’s eyes immediately lit up as she saw her daughter walking towards her. For the last few days, she was sick with absolute worry and now before her very eyes, her daughter was there. When Cheyenne made it to her, they both looked at each other and gave a hug. The most powerful, loving hug a mother and daughter could give each other. Isi immediately started to cry tears of joy as she felt the warmth of her daughter’s body against hers. “Shikoba…my sweet Shikoba…” was all she could say as she held onto her daughter with tightness. There was no better moment for her than this moment.
Cheyenne felt that love in her mother’s hug and a wave of pure joy washed over her body as this meant her nightmare was finally over. Her tears of joy came out like waves of water, and she hugged her mother even tighter. “I love you mother…*sob* I love you so much..*sob* I missed you *sob* I’m home…I’m home..” she cried out.
Chief Wanbli was absolutely stunned as he watched his only child hug his wife and both women were crying. His own eyes exploded in tears as he then walked over and hugged the both of them. “Shikoba…you’re back you’re back…thank the gods you are back..” he cried as he hugged them tight.
Cheyenne let go of her mother and then hugged her father. This overwhelmed her as her father was her hero. He was always so strong, and he taught her many things. Now, she was in his arms, and she felt this amazing sense of peace and safety. “I missed you father *sob* I missed you so much *sob* I love you!! *sob* I love you so much!!” I’m home! Your *sob* daughter is home” she cried.
Isi watched as her husband and daughter hugged each other. Their family was once again back together, and she felt she could barely stand. This moment between father and daughter was going to be etched into her mind forever. Then she looked over and saw La Diabla. Her heart filled with love and joy as the woman who first rescued her daughter and brought her home once, has now done it again. She walked towards La Diabla with tears flowing from her eyes and when she made it to her, she immediately hugged her. “Thank you! Thank you for saving my daughter….” she cried as she hugged the outlaw.
La Diabla felt that very strong hug and her emotions got to her. She could feel how much love was in that hug. She knew this was the type of grateful hug that only a mother could give. She wrapped her arms around Isi and hugged her back as she felt her own tears coming out. “You’re welcome…” she responded as she felt this woman sobbing into her shoulder.
Darby witnessed this moment, and she even had a tear fall from her eye as she could feel the love and emotion in the air. She didn’t have to wonder what this moment meant as a beautiful young woman was kidnapped from her family, and almost made a sex slave. Now, she was back, and she knew that this family was once again whole. She was also proud of herself for helping to make this moment happen. What also made her emotional was watching Cheyenne’s mother hugging La Diabla with a hug that she knew a mother would give. It was such an amazing sight to see someone like La Diabla feel the love of other people. Darby knew that it would touch La Diabla’s heart.
Chief Wanbli broke the hug with his daughter and looked towards his wife. He saw her hugging La Diabla and his heart melted again. He then walked towards the two women with Cheyenne in his arms, and once he got there, he saw Isi break her hug. He was now face to face with La Diabla. He looked at her with grateful eyes and tears came down. The woman before him saved his most precious treasure twice now. He dropped to his knees and took a hold of La Diabla’s right hand. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes and got really emotional. “You….you saved my precious Shikoba again. You brought me back my heart. You…you are truly a gift. I thank you…from the bottom of my heart. I owe you my own life.” he cried. He then kissed La Diabla’s hand and lowered his head in gratitude.
La Diabla didn’t even know how to react to his gesture. She could barely breathe as her emotions were completely overwhelmed. First Isi gave her such a great loving hug and now Wanbli was bowing before her in gratitude. She also noticed the rest of the Elu tribe kneeling before her in gratitude. As her right hand was still being held, she used her left hand to start wiping tears away as she could feel the entire village’s gratitude to her. “Y-You’re…welcome…” was all she could say as the moment was very touching to her and she did not know how to react.
Chief Wanbli then stood up and hugged her. He just couldn’t express his gratitude enough for bringing back his daughter to him again. This woman must have been sent from the gods because as strong as he was, as strong as his warriors were, it was this beautiful woman who saved his daughter twice. He broke the hug and stared at her again. He then noticed Darby standing in the background. “Is this your friend?” he asked.
La Diabla was still stunned from all the emotional gestures she just received. She snapped out of her trance and looked behind her. She saw Darby standing there and then she looked at Wanbli again. “Oh yeah, that’s my friend Darby. She helped us get away and come back here.” she stammered.
Wanbli then made his way to Darby and was very happy to meet her. He noticed that she was very tall for a woman, just a few inches shorter than him. He noticed her red hair and it amazed him as he didn’t see that color too often on a woman. He then reached forward and hugged her too. “Thank you. Thank you for helping to save my daughter and bringing her back. My eternal gratitude is for you as well..” he whispered into her ear.
Darby felt the love in that hug, and she felt her own emotions getting to her. As a Deputy, she would get these types of reactions from parents whenever she saved a child from harm. This hug felt different to her. She knew just how bad the situation was with Cheyenne and she experienced the hellish tickle torture as well so feeling this hug and hearing the gratitude really made her feel special. The hug broke and she looked at the Chief. “It was muh pleasure….” she smiled and started to blush.
Wanbli then broke the hug and then made it back to his wife and Cheyenne. He looked at La Diabla and Darby with much pride. “Do you have to leave?” he asked.
Darby and La Diabla looked at each other and then back at Wanbli. Darby wanted to get back to Santa Selena so she could prepare to go find Gloria and Priscilla. “Well, I was about to head back so I can get ready for my search…” she said as she looked at the group.
“Please stay! We will have a HUGE celebration tonight! My daughter has returned, and you both are my guests of honor! I hope you stay…” Chief Wanbli said.
Cheyenne then walked up to both of them. “You both saved my life. I am forever grateful for both of you to bring me home. Please stay. Just for the dinner at least. I want everyone to celebrate you too.” she said with her large, beautiful smile.
La Diabla saw that smile and saw the entire village looking at them. She remembered the celebration from the last time, and it was such a great time. She turned towards Darby and smiled. “Yes, let’s stay. They have the greatest celebrations. We have gone through a lot today. Let’s enjoy this moment. We can go after those bitches tomorrow….” she told Darby.
Darby looked at everyone then smiled. “Sure, I am always up for a celebration. You’re right, we went through a LOT today. It would be good to just unwind and relax. We can leave later tonight. Let’s have some fun!” she smiled.
The villagers all began to cheer as they heard the La Diabla and Darby would accept their invitations to celebrate. The crowd started to disperse as they had to go prepare the big celebration!
Wanbli, Isi and Cheyenne approached the two women with huge smiles. “Come, let’s go! I am sure you both want something to eat and drink. You can also wash up in our hot springs. You are my guests, and you will be treated like royalty.” Wanbli told them. He then turned around and started to go within the village area.
La Diabla nodded her head and then she started to follow the royal family. She saw Darby next to her and grinned. “You’re going to love this place. It is very welcoming, and their food is amazing. You will have a great time…”
“It seems like it. This place looks amazing. I never been in a Native American village before. These people are so nice.” Darby said as they walked within the village. It would be a really good thing for them to relax as this day was filled with a lot of action and drama. Soon, they all disappeared into the royal wigwam to have a moment to enjoy this occasion.
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UP NEXT: A celebration and La Diabla and Darby FINALLY have their special moment together
How did you like this part? They finally have joy in their lives.The next two parts will focus on the relationship of La Diabla and Darby. These two women need to have their moment . They earned it. Your comments are most welcomed!
