Hello fans! Thank you so much for the feedback of part 2. Things are getting more intense and they will only get more intense as we make our way through this series. I truly appreciate the support you have been giving this series as the story is something I am proud of and that you will enjoy. I have some interesting things that happen and it will all be laid out over the next few months. So, let's get to part 3. Our favorite deputy is in deep trouble, but can she hold out? We all know how strong Darby is, but very vulnerable when tickled. Will she make it? One way to find out, here is part 3!!!
PART 3
Darby still felt the sting in her cheek from the slap and heard those threats. Her eyes started to water again as she was in so much pain and she was completely trapped. There was nothing she could do physically to get out of this predicament and she truly realized Gloria was not playing a game with her, she wanted to break her. Somehow, this mature woman found out she was not “Dorothy Watkins” and was determined to get it out of her. Darby’s lips started to tremble because she knew what was about to happen to her. “Muh name….is Dorothy..” she mumbled.
Gloria’s eyes turned to slits of anger as once again this prisoner defied her. She then reached back her right hand and slapped Darby again, this time with more force. “You are going to pay for your defiance…” she threatened. She then stood up and looked at Helga. “You know what? Let’s make her feel even more vulnerable. Tear her underwear off….” she commanded.
Helga grinned at the instruction and then turned towards Darby’s raised ass. She then grabbed the underwear with both hands and tore the fabric easily with her strength. As she tore the fabric, she could start to see the skin of Darby’s ass and it delighted her. The skin was very pale, and when the underwear was being shredded, she liked the shape of the ass as well. Soon the garment was ripped to shreds and she removed what was left and she smiled as she now saw Darby’s naked ass. She then leaned over to her right to take a peek between Darby’s legs. She did a slight gasp as she could see those bright pink pussy lips of this victim. Helga licked her lips and she was hoping Gloria would tell her she could have her way with that vulnerable vagina.
Darby felt herself getting really red with humiliation as she felt her underwear get torn off. Now, she was completely naked. Her most precious spot was now opened for these women to look at, and her ass was also exposed. “Please….let me go….” she whined softly.
Gloria made it behind Darby and saw that raised ass and could see the pink pussy lips. She remembered how much fun she had with that pussy days ago and knew exactly how it tasted. She could also see glimpses of the red pubic hair and the fact that the pussy was exposed really made her excited. But for now, she had some feet to tickle! She once again knelt down on the floor and stared at that right foot. Before she tickled it, she looked at the towering Helga and gave her one last instruction. “Her ass is all yours. Just don’t touch her pussy. That’s for me….”.
Helga had a huge smile as she was going to get the opportunity to play with this wonderful ass. She clapped her hands once with great power, then she raised her left hand and then brought it down forcefully, smacking the right ass cheek of Darby with a very loud slap. She chuckled as she heard the loud wince of pain from that ass cheek’s owner. She then repeated the smack, this time with more force and once again she heard a very loud yelp. She looked at the ass cheek and already, that pale skin was turning pink. Helga wanted to see how red she could make it as she had a particular plan to torment this wonderful rear end.
Darby shrieked in pain as she felt those smacks on her ass. The humiliation of this washed over her as she was tied up, tickled, now spanked and there was nothing she could do. With each smack on her ass, she would jerk her body and now her shoulders were hurting. She could feel her will slipping away as the pain was getting to be intense. She continued to yelp in pain as she felt smack after smack after smack. Darby felt herself getting closer and closer to her breaking point. At this point, she truly did not know how much she could hold out from revealing her identity. She was determined to hold out, but her body was breaking.
Gloria was enjoying watching Helga spank Darby’s ass. She loved how the skin shook with each slap and now she could see a huge palm print on the now reddening cheek. She figured she would wait to tickle the exposed foot. She wanted to surprise her victim with a tickling sensation after receiving pain. The yelps of pain really gave her joy and she then looked at that delicate pink sole of Darby’s right foot. She started scouring over the foot, thinking about which part she was going to attack. She was not going to tease tickle it; she was going to REALLY tickle that foot. She then looked up again and saw Helga’s hand caressing the ass cheek it was smacking.
Helga could feel the warmth of the skin on her hand as she gently caressed Darby’s right butt cheek. She could see the bright pink skin that was in the shape of her hand and knew she did a good job sending waves of pain in Darby’s body. She then turned her head towards Darby’s head, and she thought she could hear some loud whimpering, mixed with some sobs. It appears as though her spanking really broke through. Now it was time to have some fun! She then started to lightly stroke her fingertips on her right hand on that weakened cheek, causing some nice reactions. She smiled as the cheeks clenched together and knew this ass was quite ticklish. Helga heard some soft giggles and then they got stronger as her fingers continued to tickle that reddened skin.
Darby couldn’t help but laugh as she felt the fingers stroking her ass cheek. After receiving multiple strikes, the nerves in her rear end were on fire and high alert. Now, this soft touch was starting to really tickle her. She clenched her ass and started to wiggle it. ‘C-cut it out! T-that tickles hehehehehehehe” she giggled as she felt the fingers stroking a cruel path.
Gloria started to hear the giggles and she grinned as she saw Helga tickling the vulnerable ass. That was her cue to begin her torment. She then used her left hand to grabbed hold of that foot, and then she arched her fingers into a “claw like” formation and then applied her nails right into the center of the arch of the foot. Her nails scraped along from the top part of the heel that led into the arch, then slowly and cruelly slid across that soft foot flesh all the way to the spot where the arch connected to the ball of the foot. Once her fingers arrived at that spot, she lifted her hand up, then placed her nails back at the top part of the heel and stroked through the arch again. Gloria wanted to make that arch suffer!
Darby screamed incredibly loud as she felt the fingers scraping the arch on the bottom of her foot. It tickled like never before and she shut her eyes and just let out her strong laughter with no hesitation or holding back. That feeling was incredibly intense and she just laughed. She couldn’t even form words as the only thing she could do was laugh. It didn’t help that her ass was being tickled and her shoulders were aching again. Darby wanted to beg, but she just couldn’t. Her lungs had to expel laughter, so she couldn’t form words. She could feel those fingers digging into her sole, tickling her to her very core.
Helga laughed as she heard Darby’s horrific screams of laughter. She looked over at Gloria and saw her tickling technique. The stroking of the sole with the nails was quite effective and she definitely wanted to play with her feet. But for now, she had to play with this ass. She now moved her fingers to the crack of the ass and focused her attention there. She took the tip of her finger and slowly moved it from the top of the crack through the valley of the crack and got closer to the hole of the ass. Then the finger slid back up teasing that very sensitive skin. It did amuse her that Darby’s ass was very ticklish on the crack, and she saw and felt the ass wriggling and thrashing around trying to get away from her fingers. Once the ass got too wild, she then smacked that same right cheek as hard as she could, which made the ass stay right where it was. Then, she resumed her ass crack tickling.
Gloria was focused in on her fingers grazing the arch. She could see “white lines” in the pink flesh as her nails scraped along the foot. She knew how sensitive this arch was and knew Darby was in pure tickle hell. She did hear another hard smack on Darby’s ass and knew Helga was really tormenting her there. She knew it was just a matter of time before Darby cracked. No one would be able to handle this kind of torture for too long. She then decided to focus in on the exposed ball of the foot. Now she scraped her “claws” from the bottom of the ball that connected to the arch and went across it until it her fingers went to the base of the toes. Once she got to the base of the toes, she lifted her fingers and made it back to the bottom of the ball and then scraped along once again. It still amazed her just how soft the skin was, especially on the ball of the foot where it should be tougher skin. It was as though Darby’s feet never walked on the ground ever. They were just too perfect. Now, she wanted to inflict as much tickle torment as she possibly could. As Gloria continued to tickle that foot, she also saw her next target. Those pink meaty toes.
Darby was now in another dimension in her mind. The only thing she thought about was the tickling on her ass crack and the horrible tickling on the ball of her foot. There was nothing else going on in the world except that ticking feeling. She shook her head and now her sweaty red hair was now in her face. Her jaw started to ache as she was laughing too much, her lips twisted in that ticklish agony formation. Now, the tears started to fall as this was getting to be too overwhelming. Her lips formed the words “please”, but the only sound was her laughter. Darby felt her head dropping and now she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. Her mind was spinning, and she was getting lightheaded.
Helga noticed the lowering sound of the laughter and she knew Darby was about to pass out. She stopped her ass tickling, then lifted her hand and smacked the pale left ass cheek. She absolutely loved the sound of her hand smacking that virgin skin and she started to do multiple smacks. She was not going to let Darby pass out. She wanted her conscious so she could suffer. With each strike, she heard louder and louder grunts. She then started to trickle her fingers back to the ass crack and heard that laughter coming back.
Gloria continued her “claw” assault on Darby’s foot. She was in total concentration. Her eyes only looked at the ball of the right foot get tickled by her fingers with stroke after stroke after stroke. What delighted her was the foot was no longer straining in her grasp, so she knew Darby was getting weaker and she let go of holding the foot. She finally stopped her claw technique and now it was time for those amazing toes. She used her index finger and thumb and wiggled the big toe. Then she wiggled the index toe and then continued down the line. When she got to the baby toe, she pulled it away from the ring toe and carefully slipped the index finger of her left hand in that crevice and lightly stroked there. She remembered this was a very sensitive spot.
“NOOOOOOOO!!! NOT MUH TOES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Darby screamed with renewed ticklish energy. She felt that finger in her toe crevice and it was instant ticklish electricity flowing through her. She was *so* close to passing out, but Helga’s spankings and ass crack tickling, and then her toe crevice being tickled definitely woke her up and now the maddening sensations ripped through her nervous system again. She shrieked in a high pitch sound as she felt fingers now in the crevice between her ring toe and middle toe. That evil finger was digging into the crevice and wriggling around, and Darby just kept screaming her laughter. It was too much for her to handle and what also made it horrible was that ass crack tickling. Now she felt fingernails sliding in the crack and it drove her insane.
Helga stopped the ass crack tickling and went right back to the ass cheek tickling. She loved how red the right cheek was, and the left one was a flush pink. Ticking that smacked skin was so much fun as she knew with the spanked area, the nerves under the skin were a lot more receptive. What also amazed her was how smooth the ass skin was. She could even feel the very light hairs until she got closer to the hole of the ass. Her victim has the softest ass she ever felt. Helga wondered where this woman was not soft. Everywhere she touched, it was very soft skin. She looked down at Gloria who was invading the toe crevices of the helpless right foot. “Her toes are ticklish huh?” she asked.
Gloria heard Helga’s question and looked up. “Oh yes….her toes are INSANELY ticklish. I got to play with them before and they are just packed with ticklish nerves. I want to turn her brain to mush. Watch this..” she said as she now went after the crevice between the big toe and index toe. She drove the tip of her index finger into the crevice and wriggled it around causing poor Darby to howl in laughter. She giggled herself as the toes tried to clench on her finger, but she continued to wriggle it.
“HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MERCY!!! YOU GOT TO HAVE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!!!” Darby bellowed as the toe tickling sent her into another level of ticklish hell. Her head was shaking, her body convulsing, her shoulders aching, lungs burning, and her throat was very sore after all this. She then went into silent laughter as the toe tickling continued and closed her eyes. Darby hit that moment where nothing else existed in the world, just her ticklish toes.
Gloria then pulled her fingers from the toes to allow Darby to breathe again. She had to remember to not kill her right now because she wanted this trapped woman to admit her lie to her. Then she was planning on selling Darby off to buyers. Red heads usually sold very well, and this was not only a red head, but a very physically impressive woman too with her height and perfectly soft skin. She then shifted her attention to the left foot. Now it was time to play with that one. The best part was this foot was even more ticklish than the right foot. She moved her body over so she was now facing that pink delicate sole and nodded her head towards Helga so she could stop tickling Darby’s ass. She then started to gently pat the foot, to let Darby know where she was, and she felt the foot tremble in fear. “Now…I am over here by your other foot. I really suggest you start talking or I will have to punish this foot with tickles….” she said, then started to quickly run her fingers up and down the foot to send a warning message.
“HAHAHAHA NOOOOO!!!! DON’T TICKLE MUH FOOT!!! PLEASE…..please. Have mercy…” Darby started to whimper after screaming. She felt really nervous now as her poor left foot was now being paid attention to. She knew her left foot was more ticklish and she knew Gloria knew that too. Another tear streaked down her cheek as she realized her torture was not over. “Please let me go….I had enough…” she groaned.
“Well….WHO are you?” Gloria asked then did a quick stroke of her index finger across the sole and smiled when the foot went spastic.
“I’m trying to tell you……Muh name…..muh name….” Darby panted. She was about to say “Dorothy” again, but she knew if she did, her poor foot was about to get tickled. She had to think of something to give her more time to recover from the last torment and not reveal her secret. “…Why do you keep asking me that? W-why would you think muh name is something…….else?” she asked. She did figure that was an excellent question because she thought she did nothing to give her a clue she was not Dorothy Watkins.
Gloria had a sly smile as she heard the question. “Because I have my ways young lady. Let’s just say I know you are not who you say you are. Once you tell me who you really are, then I will ask you why you were lying to me and why you decided to become a maid….” she responded. Now she started to lightly flutter her fingertips along the length of the sole and the flailing foot was doing its best to avoid her touch.
“Hehehehehe STOP!!! That really tickles! Hahahahahaha b-but I am Dorothy! I sweah! I wanted to be your maid and I really hehehahahahahaha like the hahahahaha job!!!” Darby laughed as her foot felt those light touches on it.
“Oh you pathetic girl…I know you are lying to me and because you are just so stubborn, I think it is time to REALLY tickle you!! Helga, can you come over her for a moment?” Gloria asked. She had a wonderful idea and needed the Russian’s help. Once Helga made it by her left side, she smiled. “I want you to hold her big toe so that her foot can’t move. Hold it still so I can tickle destroy it….”
Helga had a huge grin on her face when given the instruction. “DA!!! I would love to…” she grinned. She then knelt on the ground and reached her right hand forward. She then grabbed the big toe in her fist and held it tight. Her eyes popped open in delight as she finally felt the texture of this foot. It absolutely blew her mind on how soft the toe skin was. It was incredibly soft. It felt as soft as silk and now her own libido grew. Helga was now bursting at the seams, craving to tickle this poor foot herself!
Darby already started cackling as she felt her big toe in the grasp of that massive woman. Her toes were excruciatingly ticklish, and her body jerked around, placing more strain on her arms and now her feet. “HAHAHAHAHA YA GOT TO STOP!!! I SWEAH!!! MUH NAME IS DOROTHY!!! IT IS DOROTHY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screeched.
Gloria winked at Helga and then formed her left hand into the “claw” formation and then raked her nails on the ball of the foot. Her talons sank into that pink flesh, and she was rewarded with the most horrific screams ever. She remembered how ticklish the heel was and knew once her fingers got to the arch, she might want to cover her ears. “tickle tickle tickle naughty girl….” she teased and now her fingers slowly scratched into the arch area and there was that horrific laughter at top volume. A feeling of satisfaction washed over her as she wanted to really torture Darby.
Darby screamed like never before. Her left foot was now feeling the effects of the nails and it was horrendous to her. Every single nerve in her body was on fire as she felt the ticklishness within her. She screamed the words “mercy” and “please” repeatedly as those fingers went into her arch, slowly crawling along, touching every single nerve ending in her arch and it made the neurons in her brain go on overload. She tried moving her foot, but it could not move at all! The massive helper had a firm grip on her toe, and she wasn’t going anywhere. She just had to endure her tickle hell.
Helga was just kneeling there in awe. She had tickled so many feet in her life and thought about her most recent victim, Cheyenne. As ticklish as those feet were, somehow, they didn’t compare to this woman’s feet. She was also very curious as to what Darby’s identity was. Gloria didn’t tell her what the interrogation was about, she just needed her help to inflict as much torture as possible. She was accustomed to interrogation tactics as well and wondered how Darby didn’t snap already. With a body this ticklish, and especially feet this ticklish, a normal woman would have given up already. Helga started to think what if the victim was telling the truth. It didn’t matter to her as she loved watching others suffer anyway. She could feel Darby’s foot straining to get free from her grasp, but her strength was not going to let that happen. Her eyes focused on the fingers slowly scratching along in the arch and could see those beautiful white lines forming in contrast to the deep pink skin. She truly wanted to tickle these feet herself as she knew she would break this prisoner easily. But she did enjoy her employer getting in on the action so it was a very good show. She just had to wait her turn.
Gloria continued going after the ball of the foot and she got caught up in the moment. The hysterical laughter really turned her on and seeing that helpless foot before her sent waves of pleasure between her legs. Her earlier arousal returned and now she wanted to truly enjoy this foot. She looked at it straining in Helga’s grasp and a delightful smile formed on her face as she saw the other toes wriggling, and scrunching as much as they could. That delicious big toe was hidden within Helga’s big hand, and she licked her lips. She started to think about the time when those same toes were in her mouth. How they tasted. How soft they felt on her tongue and how ticklish they were. She even felt her mouth watering as she thought about it. Gloria then stopped her claw tickling and stared at the toes. She then turned towards Helga and smiled. “Let go of her toe. It is time I have some fun with them…”
Darby started to feel her laughter subside as that brutal claw tickling on the ball of her foot stopped. Even though she didn’t feel the touch, she did still feel the ticklish tremors coursing through her body. She took in huge breaths of air, trying to get her body recovered and she was also trying to get her mind focused. She knew more tickling was on the way and she had to somehow prepare herself for another onslaught. “Please….you got to stop torturing me….” she mewled.
Gloria lowered her head and was now eye level with the toes. She started at them as they reflexively wiggled and it was only moments before she had them in her mouth. Her mouth slowly opened and then she wrapped her lips around the big toe. An intense amount of pleasure tore through her body as the soft texture of that toe felt amazing in her mouth. It was as though she put a tasty dessert in her mouth and the flavor was perfect. She then started to suckle that big toe and then started to suck harder on it.
Helga smiled as she saw Gloria’s mouth sucking on that big toe. She then heard a horrible scream of laughter coming from those toes’ owner. It was an amazing feeling knowing how ticklish those toes were. She could see Gloria’s eyes closed as the lips were wrapped around that digit and she could tell she was sucking very hard. Helga also loved sucking the toes of a woman, especially a very ticklish woman so this was a great moment to observe. She saw the foot trying to wriggle free, so she stepped in, and held that foot still so that her employer could savor those delightful toes.
Darby’s eyes were bugged out, her mouth wide open with intense laughter coming her from as she felt her big toe inside Gloria’s mouth. The feeling of that warm, wet mouth on her toe tickled her intensely, especially it being her left big toe. She was quite aware of the last year how ticklish her toes were and now she couldn’t move her foot as someone was holding onto it. Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as a tongue was now swirling around that digit. She could feel the distinct touch of taste buds on her skin, and it just sent wave after ticklish wave through her body. She started to wonder how much suffering could she endure? How much longer could she hold out? Then a slight sense of relief happened as the mouth left her big toe and she inhaled deeply trying to catch her breath, only for her to scream again as she felt her index and middle toes go inside that warm mouth.
Gloria was truly in a world of bliss as she sucked on the toes. Now that the index toe and middle toe were in her mouth, her tongue slithered between them, and the taste of these meaty toes was indescribable to her. She adored the feeling of the soft skin and slithered and flicked her tongue rapidly between that crevice. Once she was done, she then sucked on those toes hard and could hear that sucking sound coming from her own mouth. Gloria was now in an erotic trance as the toes slipped from her mouth, and now it was time to move on to the ring toe and baby toe. She noticed Helga was holding the foot still and she winked at her, then went right back to sucking the last two toes. Now she felt those toes wiggling and trembling in her mouth which only sent more lust to between her legs.
Darby felt her last two toes in Gloria’s mouth, and she thought she just got electrocuted. The two most sensitive toes were now in that woman’s warm mouth, and she thrashed her body around. The pain in her arms wasn’t as bad as the intense ticklish sensation tearing through her. Her eyes then almost rolled into the back of her head as she felt that evil tongue once again sliding between the toes, touching the extremely sensitive skin. This made her mind snap. She could not take it anymore. She tried to scream “I’ll tell you!!” but the only thing that came from her mouth was silence. Darby wanted this to all stop as her poor toes were tortured beyond what she could stand. Then, the toes were suddenly free from their moist prison.
Gloria let the toes slip out of her mouth and let out a loud moan of pleasure. “ooooooooooohhh….” she said as she then reached down between her legs and touched herself. She was very wet, and she stared at those toes she just had in her mouth. They were drenched in her saliva, and they glistened. With a small evil laugh, she then reached her left hand forward and started to rapidly scurry the fingers all over that sole and listened to Darby scream once again. She was now in full tickle lust. She just could not get enough of that soft skin on her fingertips. Then she stopped the tickling and immediately pressed her face on the sole. Very pleasurable feeling flowed through her body as she felt that extremely soft skin on her face. She then pressed her lips onto the sole and gave it a kiss. It set her loins on fire! The feeling of that skin on her lips was simply amazing.
Helga watched with glee as she heard Darby’s hysterical laughter. She held onto that helpless foot and seeing Gloria’s fingers scurrying all over that flesh was enjoyable. She was also enjoying watching Gloria face first in that foot and kissing it. But her own desires were getting stronger. She really wanted to play with these feet herself. She wanted to make Darby scream as she knew her own skills as a tickler would inflict even more torment on this trapped woman. She could feel her own nipples throb as she stared at that foot. She just had to be patient.
Darby continued to giggle, but now she was feeling soft kisses on the bottom of her foot. Even though it still tickled her, it also sent pangs of lust in her body. She was very aware how kissing her feet would start to get her aroused. She didn’t want this feeling, but her body didn’t care what her mind wanted. With each kiss, jolts of arousal flowed through her, and it made her nipples get stiff and she felt that familiar tingle between her legs. She then gasped as she now felt that evil tongue licking her foot! She felt the tastebuds sliding from the base of her toes, up through the ball of her foot, into the arch and it lingered on her heel. “hehehehe stop please….you got to stop…that *ooooh* tickles so much...hehehehe” she giggled and moaned.
Gloria could hear Darby’s moans and giggles and it only made her want this foot more. She was in complete nirvana as her tongue continued to lick the bottom of this beautiful left foot. The texture was too hard for her to describe as her tongue slid all over the foot. She could hear Darby cooing when her tongue was on the ball of the foot, and then a giggle when her tongue washed over the instep and arch. Gloria absolutely loved the taste of this foot. She then lifted her head and stared at the wet sole. She loved this foot, but now it was time to punish it again. She put both of her hands into the claw formation and now she placed both of them on that precious sole and raked her nails all over the helpless foot. She wanted to truly torture Darby.
Darby once again screamed in ticklish agony as she felt those nails scratching and sliding all over her foot. The fact that her foot was wet, and her arousal started made the ticklish sensations even worse than before. Her eyes bugged out and she laughed with such great force she felt herself not breathing. This was too much for her. She was done. When the nails got to the base of the toes, her mind snapped. She was finally broken. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! YOU GOT TO STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’LL TELL YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I’LL TELL YOU!!!! PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHA I’LL TALK!!!!” she screamed.
Gloria heard the screams and snapped out of her tickle torture trance. She wanted to make sure she heard correctly. “Helga, did she just say she would talk?” she asked as her fingers were still clawing away.
Helga looked back at Gloria with a smile and nodded her head. “Da, she said she will tell you.” She felt a surge of pride herself. She LOVED when women were broken. It gave her an erotic thrill. Now, she wanted to see what happens next!
Gloria stood up and felt a true sense of accomplishment. If this victim was telling the truth, then she knows she broke her down. She walked back towards Darby’s head, her own nipples at full attention and her arousal at a serious high level. She now faced Darby and saw her face. It was a complete mess. The red hair was sweaty and matted to the sides of her face. Sweat was literally dripping off the forehead and nose. The eyes were red, the cheeks were stained with tears, and she even saw a little drool coming from the mouth. This was such a wonderful sight to Gloria. She knew she just destroyed this woman. She then sat in her chair and pulled it close to Darby’s face. She reached forward with her left hand and grabbed Darby’s cheeks. “You will talk huh? Well, I am going to ask this question once. If you still defy me, then Helga back there will get to have your feet. Trust me, that Russian will make sure you die from being tickled. So……WHO are you?” she asked with menace and control in her voice.
Darby’s looked at Gloria through her wet eyes and could still feel all the ticklish sensations in her body. She was in pain, she was so exhausted and she was so…beaten. She looked at Gloria and a tear fell from her right eye and streaked down her cheek. “….I’ll tell….muh name…..muh name is……Darby…Darby Reeves” she said and felt a true sense of defeat within her. Her entire mission was over now and those poor women in that cavern were doomed. All because she couldn’t resist being tickled.
“Darby? Ah, so your name is really Darby. Hmmmm…and Miss Darby, what do you really do for a living?” Gloria asked as she felt satisfaction in her body.
Darby started to cry again because she was humiliated once again. She felt very a sensitive tingling in her feet and knew she could be tickled again if she defied Gloria. She had no choice at this point. “I’m…a deputy….from…Plotsville…” she whimpered.
“A deputy huh?! Well now, isn’t that interesting. So, you are a deputy from Plotsville and you pretended to be a maid named Dorothy Watkins. Why?” Gloria asked, her eyes turning to slits.
*I *sob* did it to *sob* spy on you….” Darby cried out. She felt absolutely horrible for revealing her assignment, but there was only so much her body could take.
“Spy on me??? Now, WHY would you do that naughty deputy?” Gloria smiled.
“Because…..sex ring…..you run *sob* a sex ring..” Darby whimpered again.
“A sex ring huh? Hehehe” Gloria chuckled. She enjoyed listening to Darby just spill her guts out. She felt even more powerful than before. “Well, you pathetic deputy, you are right. I AM running a sex ring. Too bad you won’t be able to tell anyone. Because YOU will be sold as a sex slave…..” Gloria grinned.
“No…..you can’t do that….to me….please….no….” Darby whimpered as she heard what her fate was going to be. She was supposed to stop this ring! She was trusted by Sheriff Dickerson and the US Department of Justice to bring Gloria Wellington to justice, but now she was going to be a sex slave? The feeling of sadness overwhelmed her as she felt complete defeat.
“Oh yes, and you are going to make a GREAT sex slave. Women like you are rare. Tall, physically fit, sexy, very pretty, BIG feet, and the most softest skin ever felt on a woman. I am sure you will fetch me a high price! It’s too bad though…I really did like you when you were Dorothy. But you just had to lie to me. Now you pay a price. Oh, want to know how I found out that you were lying?” Gloria teased.
“Please….don’t make me a….sex slave….” Darby cried out. Her mind was now truly comprehending her defeat. She felt a huge feeling of disappointment and her emotions were getting to her. She then looked up and saw Gloria get up out of her chair and walk over to the side of this large closet and then return holding what appeared to be a folded up newspaper. She saw Gloria sit down once again.
“Just think, you could have totally gotten away with your disguise. I adored you. I loved having sex with you and tickling you all over your sweet body. But I come to find out that you lied to me. I got that information from THIS!!!!” Gloria shouted as she then unfolded the newspaper and then placed it in front of Darby’s face.
Darby looked at the newspaper and what she saw crushed her. The newspaper was from Frankstown and it had a picture on the front page. In that picture was Madam Olivia being handcuffed and escorted towards a courthouse for her trial. Accompanying her were Frankstown police, but also Sheriff Dickerson of Plotsville and his Deputy. The picture showed Darby standing next to her Sheriff with a huge grin and beaming of pride. Darby didn’t realize a picture was taken of her as she was simply there with Sheriff Dickerson for Madam Olivia’s trial. She now hung her head in shame.
“Ah, recognize yourself huh? You naughty lying bitch! I figured out you were a deputy, I just didn’t know your name. So, you FAILED deputy! You may have been able to capture my friend Olivia, but as for me, you are just too weak and pathetic. Now, you will be a sex slave for the rest of your miserable life. Now, for your punishment for LYING to me, my lovely assistant Helga will……TICKLE…..YOUR…….FEET!!!” Gloria said with much satisfaction.
Darby went into shock as she heard Gloria’s threat. She couldn’t believe it! Even after confessing her identity, this woman still wanted to torture her! “PLEASE!! YOU CAN’T!!! NOT MUH FEET!!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MUH FEET!!” she screamed and then screamed in agony when she wretched her shoulder again. Her head then dropped, and she felt herself about ready to cry in frustration and humiliation.
Helga’s eyes went wide with glee as she now had the opportunity to tickle those perfect feet. She now knelt down between the trapped feet and stared at each one. She placed her right index finger on her lip, trying to decide which foot she wanted to tickle first. Should she go for the one that was just tickle ravaged and worshipped, or that first foot that hasn’t been tickled in a while? She decided to go for the right foot, the one that hasn’t been tickled recently. She took her right index finger and did a long, hard stroke down that sole. The foot spasmed and a huge grin formed on her face. She felt an erotic thrill flowing through her as she felt that skin on the sole for the first time. It was magnificently soft! That feeling of that foot was nothing like she ever felt before. She stroked her finger again and savored the feeling. She then gripped the foot with her left hand and then spider walked her right fingers up and down the sole. Her eyes were like a child’s eyes that just opened a Christmas gift as her fingers stroked their cruel path on that foot.
Darby was screaming once again as she felt those much stronger fingers on the bottom of her foot. Gloria’s tickling was horrible, but this much stronger woman really got her ticklish feelings in overdrive. Those fingers were now spider walking in her arch, and she didn’t know what she could do. Her foot was completely immobilized, and she just had to endure the tickling. She then looked at Gloria who was sitting back in her chair with a cruel smile on her face. “PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP!!! MAKE HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HER STAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!” she screamed in ticklish terror.
Gloria sat back and just enjoyed looking at the tortured look on Darby’s face. When she was tickling the feet, she couldn’t see her face. Now, she admired that face. It was sweaty and the sweaty hair was thrashing all over the place. She really loved how Darby’s eyes would bug out and she loved the sound of the shrill laughter and desperate pleas. Gloria knew she was watching a broken woman and it excited her. She then leaned forward and put her calm face into Darby’s panicked face. “You look like shit….hehehehe” she calmly said.
Helga continued to stroke that precious foot. Her fingers were enjoying the delicate sensitive skin and she now went after the heel. Sometimes a woman’s heel would be rough and calloused, but not this woman. Her feet were soft everywhere. It was as though they never ever touched the ground or walked. She then started to drill her finger directly into the arch and was surprised she heard screams of laughter instead of pain. “She really has unbelievably ticklish feet! I love this!! She has the best feet ever!!!” she thought to herself.
Darby started to convulse as the tickling once again was overwhelming her exhausted body. She just couldn’t take anymore tickling. That finger on her heel was driving her crazy, then she squealed as the finger now started to poke directly in her arch again and made a large kneading circle in that area. She didn’t know how much she could take this torment. Once again, she made eye contact with Gloria and started to plead with her eyes.
Gloria was truly enjoying seeing the look of desperation in Darby’s eyes. The feeling of breaking this deputy down, tormenting her beyond her limits and having her way with her was truly rewarding. She remembered how she ended up placing previous maids in this ring and selling them off. She loved seeing their terrified look as they realized they were going to be sex slaves. The only reason why she didn’t sell Bessie off was because her daughter Phoebe took a liking to her. She also admired the hard work Bessie brought every day to her home. Otherwise, she would have loved to sell her too. But this particular maid was extra special. Even though she was spied on, she did have great sexual interactions with Darby and her incredibly soft body was definitely going to be a pleasant memory. What also gave her a thrill was that she captured and broke the same deputy that took down her friend, Olivia Swanson. Gloria knew she was superior to Olivia and this moment proved it further. Her eyes then looked further down, and she saw those hanging tits, with the pink nipples that were surprisingly still stiff. She decided she wanted to play with them for a little while.
Helga continued her arch torment and was still mesmerized about the texture of the foot. Now, she wanted to play with the ball of the foot. She then moved her fingers down and use the very tips of the fingers to drum along that part of the foot and then felt that foot trembling in her hand. Her fingers were tapping along, and she noticed the toes started to wiggle. Soon, she was going to attack those toes and knew they were off the charts ticklish. But for now, she continued to drum on the ball of the foot and tried to see if she could made Darby pass out.
Darby continued to wail away in ticklish agony as she felt those fingers still touching the ball of her foot. She really wanted all this to stop. She was beyond exhaustion at this point and the tears just flowed. No one had every pushed her beyond this limit before and now she was truly in tickle Hell. Through her tear soaked eyes, she could see Gloria getting up from her chair and walking towards her. She then gasped in terror as she saw Gloria’s hands reach forward, then feeling her breasts being squeezed. Was this woman really going to make her lose all her sanity? How much more physical punishment could she endure? Feelings of arousal started to flow through her as her nipples were now being lightly flickered and teased.
“You like that don’t you? Your face lools like hell and I am sure you are losing your mind, but your nipples love my touch. How horrible must it feel to feel horny, but also being made to lose your mind because you are so ticklish!” Gloria said as her fingers felt the stiff nipples between them. She looked into Darby’s eyes, and she could tell this woman was now completely under her control. She knew the body was going to respond to whatever she wanted as Darby’s mind was surely gone. “You know, I will miss you in a way. We had such a great time together. I know how soft you are, and I love it. Your sweet pussy, these sexy nipples, and those feet of yours. Yes, I am really going to miss those tender feet of yours. You mind if I call you tenderfoot? You are supposed to be this tough deputy and you are nothing but a tenderfoot hehehe” Gloria teased.
Darby felt an incredible amount of shame at this moment. She was beaten. There was no other way to describe this moment. She also felt completely humiliated as she was once again being called “tenderfoot”. This was the second time in her life she was called that. Her mind flashed back to when La Diabla called her that when she was strung up in that barn and suffered as well. She was also frustrated as her body was feeling the high arousal as her nipples were being played with. Her body was doing its own thing and she couldn’t do anything about it.
Helga now focused in on those meaty toes of Darby’s right foot. She used her fingers to tickle the undersides of them and found spots that were very sensitive as the toes tried to clench. She used her strong hands to pry the toes opened and then used that same hand to perform a hard slap on the bottom of the foot. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Helga struck the foot 3 hard times, and she heard some sounds of pain coming from Darby. Then she went right back to the toes, this time going into the toe crevices. She first invaded the toe crevice between the big toe and index toe and drilled the tip of her finger deep into the crevice.
Darby’s mouth was wide open but now no sounds came out as she was into the silent laughter phase. That intense ticklish feeling blew her nervous system away and it was horrible for her. That finger was very strong and digging into the crevice really tickled her. Then when the finger was removed from the crevice, she took a deep inhale as though she just came out of the water and tried to fill her lungs with air. Then she went into silent laughter again as she felt the finger go into the next crevice, between her index toe and middle toe. Her body was trembling again as her sense were completely overwhelmed. She started to feel light headed again, and she prayed for the blackness to finally put her out of her misery.
Gloria could see Darby about to pass out and she smiled. “Helga, stop the torture. I think she is about to die. Hahahaha” she laughed.
Helga looked up and then pulled her finger out of the crevice. Her own adrenaline was flowing and she wanted to get back to those toes! “She’s not dead yet, I want to finish what I started….”
“You will. But I think she has had enough now. She is completely broken. I want to give her a rest before we resume tormenting her again. We can’t kill her because we still have to sell her….” Gloria told her.
“Da, she does need some rest time. But I want to torment her again. I never touched feet like this before. I want to keep going! Now imagine, imagine what would happen to her if I put The Cream on her feet…” Helga teased.
“Ah yes, Priscilla told me about The Cream. She says this substance would break any woman’s will and make them completely docile and obedient. I think I would like a demonstration….” Gloria requested.
“Da, it would be my pleasure. Let’s not do it here. Let me demonstrate it in front of you and Priscilla and in front of everyone else. Just so the rest of the slaves could see that there is no escape. Not even a Deputy can save them and that deputy will be a sex slave too. It would send such a great message..” Helga told her.
“Yes…Yes, I like that. I hope you slather it all over her BIG feet. I want to make sure Deputy Darby Reeves never has free will ever again…hehehe. Now, let’s take her down and put her in the cage. You did very well Helga. I will see to it you get a bonus for your assistance…” Gloria smiled.
“Spasibo! Thank you for your generosity. I will take her down to the cages…” Helga said as she stood up and went over to poor Darby’s arms. She took out a small pocketknife from her boot and started to cut away at the ropes. Once they were cut, she freed Darby’s wrists and let the helpless, exhausted woman lay face first on the crate that was beneath her, the ass still in the air.
Darby felt relief in her arms as they were now free. Her exhausted face rested on its right side on the crate, and she felt the wonderful feeling of no more pain in her shoulders and arms. Her ass was still in the air, and she could feel ropes around her ankles being cut. Now she felt no more ropes on her body, and she continued to breathe freely. She was happy she was no longer tied up. She felt so tired right now and was happy her torment was over. She did hear something about a cream, but her mind was not comprehending anything at this moment.
Gloria watched Darby’s body get free and she smiled. “Take her below. I think I will get some breakfast. Today is going to be a good day. Tomorrow will be even better as this pathetic bitch may be sold off to the buyer. I will definitely recommend her..haha” Gloria said. Right before she left the closet, she rolled up that old Frankstown newspaper and swatted Darby’s head with it. She wanted to put in one last blow before she exited the closet.
Helga then scooped Darby’s limp body from the crate and then laid her on the ground. She then went over to a corner of the closet and pulled out a haysack, the same kind that all of the slaves wore. She dropped the haysack on Darby’s body, then nudged the heap of flesh with her boot. “Put that on and the slippers too. We have to protect those tender feet of yours. I had to get men’s size slippers as you do have big feet. Now, PUT IT ON!” she demanded.
Darby could barely move as she felt her body getting nudged. She slowly managed to get to her knees and looked at the haysack. She looked up at the towering figure of Helga with pleading eyes as she did not want to wear that sack. “C-can I wear some clothes?” she mumbled.
“PUT THAT SACK ON NOW!!! Or I will tickle your feet….” Helga threatened.
Darby then lowered her head and then started to put the sack on. She felt the itchy fabric on her sweaty body and then she sat down and saw the large slippers next to her. She carefully slid them on her feet and now looked at Helga.
Helga smiled as she saw Darby in the haysack and slippers, then reached down with her hand, grabbed a handful of the red hair and pulled Darby up to her feet. Once her victim was standing, she did admire the fact that Darby was tall. She the hoisted Darby up over her right shoulder, Darby’s ass near her head and Darby’s head slumped behind her. She then started to walk out of the closet and started to head towards a secret set of stairs. She walked down those stairs carefully as Darby was heavier than the slaves she normally captured. Once she got to the second floor of the mansion, she then took the next flight down and made it to the 3rd level of the underground cavern, then took the next flight and was at the second floor of the cavern. She then made a left and started to head down the tunnel of the second floor. As she walked, she walked right by Cheyenne’s cage.
Cheyenne heard someone coming down the tunnel and she looked up. It was still early in the morning, and she expected some food. But no food came as she saw the massive woman Helga walking by, and her eyes caught what was being carried over the shoulder. It was Darby! It was the same red haired woman that she met the day before who told her she was going to be rescued! Her heart dropped as she realized that same rescuer was now in Helga’s clutches. She felt sad as her last remaining hope was now going to be a slave too. She sat back down on her cot and placed her head in her hands. Sadness washed over her, and her hopes were now diminishing.
Helga made it to the final flight of stairs and went down the steps one by one. She made it to the ground floor and carried poor Darby past the main part of the cavern and towards the first floor cell. This cell was used as the holding cell for women that were going to be tormented in front of everyone else. Once she arrived, she put Darby down and held her up as Darby was staggering on her feet. She opened the cage door and then shoved Darby inside. As she saw Darby fall down, she laughed. She then closed the cage door and headed back towards the stairs. She was looking forward to playing with Darby again and she was going to use one of her favorite toys, The Cream.
Darby slowly got up off the floor and crawled over to the cot that was there. She lifted her tired body onto the cot and laid down. She was so exhausted at this point. She felt shame, humiliation, her body was still tingling from the torture she went through, yet she still felt some arousal in her body. Her mind started to recall the events that took place this morning. When she woke up, she was Dorothy Watkins, a maid. Then she was lured to Gloria’s bedroom, knocked out, tied up, and tickled tortured worse than she ever was before. What made this so much worse was her big opportunity, an assignment given to her from the United States Department of Justice just blew up on her as she was forced to admit who she really was, and what her mission was. Then even after admitting it, she was still tortured. Now she was in a haysack and slippers and was going to be a demonstration of some sort later today, and then tomorrow sold off as a sex slave. Tears once again filled her eyes as she realized her entire life’s fate was just sealed and this is how her career and life will end. As a sex slave somewhere in the world. This was her greatest defeat and she wondered how she was going to get out of this predicament. She felt like a failure as those other women will be sold as well.
MEANWHILE….ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF SANTA SELENA
La Diabla carefully made her way towards the town of Santa Selena. She was carefully walking down the roads and hiding whenever she could. Her face was focused and determined as she had to find her friend. The thought of Cheyenne being kidnapped really touched her emotions. She felt an incredible amount of anger, so she had to steel herself in order to focus. She thought back to how she made it to this point. When she left the village of the Elu tribe, she left with Cheyenne’s best friend, Aleshanee. Aleshanee took La Diabla to the area where she and Cheyenne were assaulted and where Cheyenne was kidnapped. La Diabla looked around the area and asked Aleshanee for descriptions. The way she described the main assailant, La Diabla had to go find a woman that was extremely tall and extremely muscular. She thought maybe Aleshanee was exaggerating, but she did find a footprint in the dirt. It was a rather large foot print, much larger than her own foot when she placed her boot in that print. She felt some sadness in her body when she saw a basket full of berries laying on the ground. That was the basket that Cheyenne had. La Diabla thought about Cheyenne and how scared she must have been when she was kidnapped. She felt bad for the young woman because her innocent soul was now kidnapped twice in her life. She could imagine the look of terror in those eyes and the basket falling from her hand. La Diabla shook her head and looked at the surroundings.
One skill that La Diabla was very good at was being a tracker. She could track types of animals and humans from paying close attention to scenes where they were at. This was definitely a talent that El Guapo enjoyed as they were able to plan ambushes a lot better, or kidnap people they wanted for ransom. Now, she used her skills to try and find Cheyenne. She noticed the tracks went to a clearing when she discovered the second set of footprints. This confirmed there were two women, just like Aleshanee described. She also could tell there were horses involved as she saw hoof prints. She then followed the tracks where it could lead out of these woods. She looked over at Aleshanee who had a very frightened look on her face.
“Please!! You have to find Shikoba!” Aleshanee pleaded as her eyes started to swell up with tears. She felt guilt in her body as she was with Cheyenne when she was kidnapped and couldn’t help her. “It’s my fault!” she cried out, then turned her back to La Diabla so she could cry.
La Diabla placed her hand on her shoulder and leaned her head next to Aleshanee’s. “Listen, I will find Cheyenne. This is not your fault. Judging by these tracks and your descriptions, there was nothing you could do. They were deliberately after Cheyenne, and I am going to find out why…” she whispered.
“Y-you *sob* think so? But why her?” Aleshanee sobbed.
“I don’t know, but they didn’t take you. I am glad they didn’t, but it tells me they were after her specifically. Now, I want you to go back to the village. Tell everyone I picked up their trail and I promise I will bring Cheyenne back. Now go…” La Diabla told Aleshanee.
Aleshanee turned around and looked at La Diabla. She then lunged forward and gave her a hug. “Thank you…please find her…please make sure she is safe.” she said as her eyes started to well up again.
La Diabla was surprised by the hug, but she understood. She patted Aleshanee’s back and she hugged the young woman. “I will. Now, go back and be careful. I will bring her back…” she said. She then watched Aleshanee start to walk away from the woods and headed back towards the village. Now, she could use her skills and figure out where these kidnappers went. She wondered why they wanted Cheyenne, but in the end it wouldn’t matter. If they dare harm her friend, she was going to end them.
La Diabla snapped out of her memory and looked around. She managed to track the destination of the kidnappers to this small town that was close by the ocean. She could feel the ocean breeze and it blew through her hair. She looked around and started to see the citizens of the town milling around and she kept her eyes peeled. She did have her horse tied to a post just outside the city limits, and now she just wanted to blend in. Her black hat protected her head and face from the sun and she tried to determine which way the kidnappers went. Thinking about her own criminal history, she knew the kidnappers would go to a town for supplies, then move off to a remote location where they would keep their prisoner. La Diabla then saw a woman passing by and she stopped her. “Excuse me? I’m new to town and I need to get some supplies for my horse and my family. Can you tell me the nearest General Store?” she asked with a smile on her face.
“Oh hi! Well, welcome to Santa Selena!! I hope you enjoy your stay! Where are you from?” the lady asked, being polite to this “tourist”.
“Oh, I’m from Arizona and me and my husband wanted to come to California to start a new life. This does look like a pretty town so maybe we might stay here, but we are also wanting to check out San Diego.” La Diabla responded, playing up the part of a person looking for directions.
“Well, you can check out San Diego, but I really think you should give this place a try! Santa Selena is a beautiful city. We have a great city of people; we even have the affluent vacation near here. What’s your name?” the woman asked.
“Oh my name? My name is….” La Diabla didn’t expect to be asked what her name is, so she just blurted out the first name that popped into her head. “Francine! Nice to meet you…” she responded.
“Nice to meet you, Francine! Hopefully I will see you around and you stay longer. You seem like such a sweet lady. The General Store is right around that corner. You go down 5 buildings, and it will be on your right hand side. It should give you all the supplies you need. My name is Mildred! I hope you enjoy your stay!” Mildred said, then shook La Diabla’s hand and walked off.
La Diabla smiled as she saw the woman walk off. She then made her way to the corner, made a left and headed down the street. She then arrived at the General Store and before she went in, she looked at her surroundings. It was still early in the morning so not too many people were around. This was perfect. Now, she just had to find out if someone has seen a huge woman walking around and then maybe she could figure out where the kidnapper took Cheyenne. All she wanted to do was to rescue her and bring her back to her people. Even if it meant people being killed. She then took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand.
La Diabla then walked into the General Store and started to look around. She saw there were lots of supplies on shelves and it had a nice smell inside. As she walked through the aisles, she was paying attention to see how many people were in here. She noticed there was only one other customer, and the gentleman was at the counter paying for his supplies. Behind the counter was an average height, medium build woman who had long brown hair, and was wearing a short sleeve shirt, brown vest and could see the tops of the blue jeans. La Diabla figured she would ask this woman if she saw a tall, muscular woman which shouldn’t be too much trouble for the woman as there aren’t many tall, muscular women walking around in this part of the world. She waited for the customer to leave, and when she saw the man gather his things and starting to leave, she decided now was a good time to approach. There was no one else in the store now, but just these two. She passed by the man, tipped her hat as he passed by and then walked towards that counter. She made her way to the counter and looked at the woman standing there.
“Can I help you?” the woman behind the counter asked as she saw this beautiful woman in all black approaching her.
“Yes, I am hoping you can…” La Diabla started. She looked at the woman’s name tag and it read “Melissa”. She looked over this woman and she thought she was cute, but she could also tell she had a strong personality. “I was actually hoping you can tell me if you have seen a person recently. I have been looking for her as I owe her something.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of woman?” Melissa retorted. She looked this woman in front of her up and down and had a suspicious feeling about her. Even though she thought she was a beautiful woman, she knew she was not from these parts. She did not trust this woman at all.
“Well, my friend kind of sticks out. She is really tall, over 6 feet as a matter of fact…” La Diabla started to describe. Based off the size of the boot prints she saw, this woman had to be tall. Maybe even taller than her long lost friend Darby who was 6’1”. “She is also very muscular too. She could probably lift 5 horses! Hehe” La Diabla smiled as she tried to describe the kidnapper and being friendly about it. She did not want to appear to be a bounty hunter of some sorts.
“That’s a big woman you’re describing…” Melissa responded. She felt a wave of shock as she heard the description. She knew who this woman was describing. She was describing the Russian bounty hunter Helga! Melissa knew of Helga and her bounty hunter companion Svetlana as she would provide them supplies, including large quantities of food products at the mansion that was just off the bluff near the ocean. She was paid under the table by the Russians for giving them extra supplies without the General Store owner’s knowledge. Now, this stranger was asking about her and she knew anyone associated with Helga would not be asking.
“Yes, she is really big! Haha She has blond hair, and her physique is very muscular. I believe she was here recently…” La Diabla continued. She saw the look in Melissa’s eyes and recognized the signs of knowledge. She had to be careful because this woman may shut down, making her job harder. “You can’t miss her…”
Melissa’s eyes started to turn to slits as she listened to La Diabla further describe Helga. She knew it was time to shut this down. “I have no idea who you are talking about. So, unless you buy something, I suggest you leave this store Ma’am….” she said in a cold tone.
La Diabla could feel the tension in the air and this reaction from Melissa confirmed her own suspicions that this woman knew who the kidnapper was. Now, she had to get that information from this woman. “I hope I didn’t offend you….Melissa. I was just trying to find my friend…” she smiled.
“Well, your friend doesn’t exist around here. Now, like I said, I suggest you leave this store. I don’t see you wanting to buy something…” Melissa told her.
“Now now, no need to be hostile, I was just….” La Diabla started to say.
“I said, GET OUT!” Melissa yelled as she then pulled a shotgun from underneath the counter and pointed it at La Diabla’s chest. “Get out of the store now and if I were you, I would stop asking questions around here. We don’t like strangers coming to Santa Selena looking for tall women. Now get out, or I will blow those tits right off your chest!” she threatened, then cocked the gun.
“Ok…ok. I will leave. You sure have no manners…” La Diabla said, with a smile. She then turned around and headed towards the front door of the store. She turned her head once more and saw Melissa lowering the shotgun. She had a sly smile on her face, then left the store. She waited outside and stepped to the left, out of sight from the inside of the store. She then waited a moment, then peeked her head back inside and saw Melissa turn her back and head to the back room. La Diabla then slid back inside the store and flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” and closed the door. It was time to handle this woman and get the information she needed.
Melissa went to the back and wiped her brow. She didn’t know who that woman was, but since she was asking about Helga, she knew trouble was coming. She thought about somehow giving a warning to Helga that someone was looking for her. She thought about sending a message, but she wanted to wait until her co-worker showed up in about an hour. She then decided to go back out front so she could mind the store. She lifted a bag of seed and started to walk. Then as soon as she walked through the backdoor to get to the main floor, she got hit right between her eyes! She dropped the bag of seed, and she was completely disoriented. Then she felt a punch to her stomach and then got hit squarely in her jaw and she fell to the floor in a heap on her back. Her eyes were dazed and before she shut them, she saw someone standing over her. It was that same woman looking for Helga!
La Diabla stared at her victim and smiled. She was rather proud of herself as she landed some solid shots. Now, Melissa was out, and it was time to set her up so she could get the valuable information she needed. Now it was playtime! She grabbed Melissa’s ankles and started to drag the dazed woman to the back room. Once she got to the back room, she saw a desk and chair and figured that would do. She lifted Melissa off the floor and then sat her in the chair. She then located some supply rope and tied Melissa’s hands behind the back of the chair. She made sure the wrists were properly bound and then she lifted the woman’s booted feet off the floor and placed them on the desk. With more supply rope, she wrapped it around the woman’s thighs and her shins. Leaving one more strand of rope on the desk, she sat on the desk and smiled. This woman was now leaning back in the chair a little, as the desk was a little taller. The brown leather boots were on the desk, the ankles on the edge of the desk. La Diabla also tilted the chair back and supported it from falling by placing some wooden planks behind the chair. If she were to remove the planks, Melissa would fall backwards to the floor. Now, it was time for her victim to wake up. La Diabla didn’t have time to waste as poor Cheyenne might be getting hurt. She then did a few slaps to Melissa’s face.
Melissa started to come to as she felt these smacks on the side of her face. She shook her head and then her head fell backwards. She snapped her head back up and now she was starting to realize her predicament. Her eyes went wide, and she saw that face again! She tried to move her arms and realized she was tied up. “W-what happened?!! Where am I? Why am I tied up?” she blurted out as she then saw her legs tied and her booted feet resting on the desk.
“Well Melissa….I knocked you out, rather easily I might say. You are in the back room of the store, and I tied you up because you have information I want….” La Diabla replied to her questions. She then got into the woman’s face. “And you ARE going to give me the information I want. Because if you don’t, I just have to…….get it out from you in the most humiliating way..”
Melissa was in shock as this woman tied her up and threatened to torture her! She tried to get her hands free, but the ropes were tied perfectly. She also realized her chair was propped up and she could fall at any moment. “Um, please let me go! I don’t have information like I told you before! Who are you anyway?”
La Diabla had a grin on her face as she heard the panic in Melissa’s voice. She was going to enjoy this. “My name is not important right now. I really do suggest you tell me the truth Melissa. You see, a friend of mine is in danger and I will do anything to make sure she is safe. The woman I am looking for has something to do with my friend’s situation and YOU. WILL. TALK. TO. ME!” La Diabla said, poking Melissa’s chest with each strong word.
Melissa felt those strong pokes in her chest and could see the determined look in La Diabla’s face. But she really didn’t like this woman coming in, asking about Helga, then knocking her out tying her up. No matter what happened, she would not let this woman win! “Listen whoever you are! It is in your best interest to let me go! I am sorry to hear about your friend, but I have nothing to do with it and I know nothing. So let me go!” she demanded.
La Diabla smiled as she could hear some nervousness in the voice. She then walked behind Melissa, knelt down so now her head was next to Melissa’s, and she could whisper in her ear. “I know you’re lying, and I know you have LOTS to tell me. You see, I have ways of getting information out of people, especially women. So, I really suggest you decide to answer my questions honestly…” she threatened.
Melissa started to struggle in her bonds as she heard La Diabla’s warm breath in her ear. “Listen to me! I don’t know anything! If you let me go now, I won’t speak to the authorities that you are assaulting me! You do know that if you hurt me, you will go to jail!” she spat.
“Hmmmm… You’re so cute. You really don’t realize what I am capable of. I have ways of getting you to tell me things and no one would ever believe you. I have ways of…..touching…..a woman to give me what I want…” La Diabla whispered.
Melissa’s eyes popped open as she heard what La Diabla was telling her! She has ways? It involves touching her? Her mind started to spin as she then thought about how she would be touched! “W-what? Touching me? You’re n-n-not………gay are you???” she shuddered at the thought, yet felt a slight tingle between her legs.
“Am I gay? Hahaha interesting question. Well, I do LOVE touching a woman to make her feel good…” La Diabla whispered with a grin on her face. She then reached her hands around either side on Melissa and then planted her hands on each breast. She loved hearing the gasp from her victim and then gave the breasts a gentle squeeze and ran her thumbs over the nipples. She was delighted to know this woman was not wearing a bra and the nipples responded to her touch. “Mmmm…. I think someone likes my touch after all….”
Melissa was in pure shock! This woman came into her store, tied her up and was now groping her chest! She felt violated and helpless as she didn’t know what this woman was going to do to her. She was also surprised that her nipples were getting stiff. She had sexual relations with women before, but she was drunk and was lonely when they happened. “Let go of my breasts! Please…..” she murmured.
La Diabla did a slight giggle into Melissa’s ear then removed her hands. “I can be nice, but I can also be cruel. So, I suggest you tell me what I want to know, or I will be forced to touch you some more. I have ways of getting you to squeal. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Your choice…”
Melissa gulped as she heard the threat. She still had to play off that she had no idea who Helga was and somehow get out of this predicament. “I’m trying to tell you! I don’t know anything! You have to set me free! How would you like it if I tied you up and grabbed your breasts?! Especially if you don’t know anything???” she asked.
“Well, if you grabbed my breasts, it would be thrilling, just like how you feel right now. But, I have to get moving so, I think it is time for me to…..touch you….” La Diabla threatened. She then stood up and made her way over to the right side of Melissa and knelt down on the floor, facing Melissa’s face and right next to her stomach area.
“I’m going to scream! A customer will come in and you will be sorry!” Melissa screamed, trying one last desperate plea.
“Hahaha you silly woman…I closed the store door. It is just me and you. No one else will save you. Now, I know you will scream. I WANT you to scream, because I am really going to torture you…” La Diabla threatened then lightly ran her nails across the shirt covered stomach. She felt the stomach flinch and it delighted her. Just as she hoped, it seems as though Melissa was ticklish.
Melissa felt the fingers stroking across her stomach and she felt her muscles quiver. She felt tremors of ticklishness flowing through her and now it crossed her mind. Was this woman going to tickle her?? Now fear started to flow through her as she was extremely ticklish! Memories of tickle fights with her friends came back to her and she was usually the loser of those fights. She could not let this evil woman do that to her! Melissa had to prevent La Diabla from learning her weakness. “*grunt* stop touching me you lesbian!! Look, you don’t have to torture me *grunt*. I don’t *grunt* know anything!!” she grunted as each finger stroke made her pause.
“Something wrong? You seem kind of uncomfortable right now.” La Diabla teased as her index finger on her right hand made small circles on the belly area.
“*grunt* nothing *grunt* is wrong! I’m *grunt* trying to tell yoooooouuuuuuuu *grunt* that I don’t know *grunt* ANYTHING!!!!” Melissa spat back, doing her best to not break out into laughter.
“Now, one last chance. If you don’t tell me what I want to know then I will have to torture you. I won’t stop for a while either. Your last chance. Have you seen the woman I described?” La Diabla asked, now fluttering her fingers on the belly and she could feel the belly sinking, trying to avoid her touch.
“I-I- don’t *grunt* KNOW *grunt* any woman you *grunt* are describing! Stop *grunt* hehehe touching me!!!” Melissa shouted, even though she let a giggle slip out.
La Diabla had a wide grin as she heard that sweet giggle. “That’s too bad that you are refusing to cooperate with me. Now, I will ask you again, AFTER I torture you a bit to show you how serious I am..” La Diabla told her, then picked up a scarf and then tried to stuff it in Melissa’s mouth. She could see Melissa shutting her mouth, so she did a quick punch to the stomach which forced her to open her mouth, then she stuffed the scarf in there, and then used the loose ends to tie to the back of her head. She then got back in position, and she started to slowly lift up Melissa’s shirt, exposing her stomach. “Now, that should prevent you from attracting attention. I did notice something cute about you. It seems to me that you are………very……..ticklish. Oh, I am going to enjoy this. You have no idea how much!” she threatened.
Melissa groaned in her gag and now fear ripped through her body. She heard that she was going to be tickle tortured and now she couldn’t scream! She looked down at her belly and saw the shirt being slowly removed, exposing her skin. Those fingers tickling her stomach through the shirt was horrible. Now, this would be even worse! She started to grunt into her gag, trying to plead for mercy. But her words were not clear, and her eyes opened with fright as she saw wiggling fingers descending down towards her helpless belly.
La Diabla saw the panicked look in Melissa’s eyes and when her fingers got closer, she decided to have a little fun. “Looks like someone’s going to be ttttttiiiiiiccccckkklllleeeeddd!!!” she sang. Then her fingers got closer and closer, her own smile getting bigger and bigger as she absolutely loved using tickle torture. “When my fingers touch you, they will NEVER stop!” she threatened, then her fingers made contact. She lightly ran her fingers over the stomach muscles. And felt the ticklish skin quiver.
Melissa started to squirm then started to giggle under her gag as the ticklish sensations started to go through her body. She started to twist and turn, trying to move her belly away from the fingers and her ass nearly came off the chair. If her arms weren’t tied behind her back and her chair, she would have hit the ground. The ticklish sensations started to get more intense, and she was really in shock that this woman was going to use tickle torture to get her to talk. Her eyes started to go wide, and she looked at La Diabla who had a devilish grin on her face.
“Someone is sooooo ticklish! Kitchy kitchy koo!!!” La Diabla teased as she continued to stroke her fingers over the tender skin. She looked down at the flesh and absolutely loved the way it trembled under her touch. Her fingers would start at the top of the belly, then slowly move in a clockwise fashion, tickling along the left side of the stomach, then going towards the bottom of the belly right above the jeans and then creeping back up the right side to get to the top of the stomach area again. “tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle” she would recite as her fingers made multiple paths along the perimeter of the stomach. She always did enjoy teasing her victims.
Melissa continued to chuckle and giggle as she felt those fingers tickling all over her stomach. She continued to writhe her body but there was no escape from the fingers. She then dropped her head back and tried to focus on the ceiling. Maybe if she could focus on something else, the tickling wouldn’t be too bad. She continued to giggle, but she was trying to focus on a spot on the ceiling, doing anything she could to reduce the horrible sensations flowing through her. Then her head shot right back up as she now felt fingernails sliding across her stomach, which made the sensations so much worse!
La Diabla giggled as she saw Melissa’s head shoot right back up. She was using the tips of her nails across the belly and now she slowly dragged them down the belly, much like someone would rake their nails down a chalkboard. She watched her nails sliding along the flesh and little pink marks were forming on the pale skin. She noticed when she went through the center of the belly, the reactions got more pronounced. It told her that the belly button was probably going to be really sensitive. She then paused her hand on the belly and then tapped her nails on the skin. She looked up at Melissa’s eyes and saw the fear in them. “So, ready to talk yet?” she smiled.
“mmmmmmm!!! Mmmmmm!!” Melissa responded in her gag as she shook her head “no”! She wanted to plead her case that she didn’t know anything, but she couldn’t speak words clearly. She was tickled, but she wasn’t going to reveal anything to this evil woman.
“Awww…that’s too bad. I was really hoping you would tell me what I want to know, but I guess someone likes to be tickled! Hmmmm…maybe I need to teach you a lesson not to defy me..” La Diabla threatened, then took the tip of her index finger and started to slowly stroke the pad of that finger and circle it around the navel. She immediately felt a reaction from her prisoner and wanted to further torment her. The speed of her finger increased and now she was on the outside ridge of the navel.
Melissa’s eyes bugged out and now her head snapped back as she felt that finger tickling around her precious belly button. It tickled like hell and her body was reacting as such. She tried to move her legs, wiggle her body and even tried to get her arms free but she was trapped. The tickling sensations were now growing in intensity and for the first time, she was scared that she was truly going to be tortured. Even during her tickle fights, they didn’t last long, and she had a fighting chance to fight back. But now she was tied up and completely helpless. The finger on her navel was driving her crazy.
La Diabla continued to tickle the outside edge of that navel and she saw the sheer look of panic on Melissa’s face. Now, she decided to take it to the next level. She then placed the tip of her index finger in the navel and started to swirl it around, in a very slow manner, making sure she touched everywhere in this woman’s innie belly button. “I bet this REALLY tickles, doesn’t it?” she teased.
Melissa started to scream in her gag as her navel was invaded by the evil tickling finger of La Diabla. Her eyes looked down and saw that finger swirling in her belly button and the sensations overwhelmed her. Even with the scarf gag in her mouth, her laughter was very pronounced, and her body started to writhe around. She then made eye contact with La Diabla and what she saw frightened her. She saw a look of joy in her tormentor’s eyes, as though she was relishing this opportunity to torture her. This frightened her because if she enjoyed it, it meant she was going to continue to inflict the torture for as long as she liked. Her tormentor wouldn’t grow impatient with tickling her and just make her suffer. That finger was digging deeper and deeper into her belly and the feeling was so intense she thought she could possibly pass out from this. She closed her eyes and just wailed away underneath her gag.
La Diabla just couldn’t help but grin. She definitely was enjoying this moment as she saw Melissa laughing uncontrollably at this point. She continued to drive her finger all around that navel, finding all the sweet spots. She then pulled her finger out and waited. She wanted to wait for Melissa to calm down a little so she could see the look in her eyes. If she saw the look of desperation, then she would get some answers. Melissa’s head was slowly starting to come forward and she noticed the woman was breathing heavier. She turned her eyes to slits and smiled a devious grin. “You really could make this easier for both of us…Just answer my questions honestly, I will let you go, and I will leave. You won’t have to go through this torture. So, ready to tell me things?” she asked.
Melissa heard those words and she saw the look of malice on La Diabla’s face. She still couldn’t believe she was in this predicament. She started to shake her head “no” in disbelief as she was being tickled. She didn’t even hear what La Diabla said as she was trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and saw La Diabla shaking her head.
“Still defiant huh? Well, I guess I just have to try to persuade you more…” La Diabla said with glee then jammed her finger back into the navel and then used her other hand to squeeze and stroke the upper part of the stomach. She absolutely loved the way Melissa started to thrash her body as her fingers did their dirty work. Her left hand did the squeezing on the stomach flesh, her right index finger swirling and digging into the sensitive belly button, and she could hear the ticklish screams within that gag, and it reminded her when she tormented Priscilla about a week ago. Interrogation by tickling was always fun and this woman was sure to break soon. She turned her head to the left and looked at Melissa screaming into her gag, her eyes were bulging, and even a vein started to form on her forehead. She loved how the skin started to turn red as her victim was reacting to the horrific tickling that was taking place.
Melissa continued to laugh hard as she felt those hands and fingers tickle assaulting her belly. She then started to shake her hair wildly and her long brown hair was starting to become a mess. She shut her eyes and tried to crunch her belly, but then she would tremble and shake, her eyes would pop right back open, and she continued to laugh freely into her gag. She never felt so helpless in her life as the tickling continued. She did wish she could beg for mercy, and she grunted in her gag trying to say that word, “mercy”.
La Diabla could hear Melissa trying to grunt and scream out a word and she figured it was the word “mercy”. That delighted her because it meant that she was starting to break her down. She just had to make sure she drove the point home that the tickle torture was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. She then removed her finger from the navel and used both hands to squeeze the belly, causing her victim to scream more. “I love ticklish bellies…..” she cooed as her fingers continued their cruel motion. The belly was not firm and had some flab to it, but it felt nice on her fingers. She continued to knead that belly like it was dough and continued to inflict as much tickle torment as she could. Then, she gave a few more squeezes then stopped. She turned her head to look at Melissa’s face and she absolutely loved the sight of seeing a prisoner gasping for air after receiving some torture. “Now, ready to talk to me?”
Melissa heard La Diabla and she looked at her tormentor’s face. She needed to rest for a little bit and tried to recover. She then nodded her head “yes” as she did not want to be tickled right now. She grunted as she saw La Diabla stand up and lean towards her head. She felt the scarf coming undone from her head and then the scarf came out of her mouth. It felt nice to feel more air coming into her mouth as she could finally speak! “T-thank you..I couldn’t stand that….” she groaned.
La Diabla snickered at that response then place her left hand under Melissa’s chin. She lifted the chin so she could stare into Melissa’s eyes. She could see she was wearing her down, but she wasn’t desperate just yet. “So, ready to answer my questions?” she asked.
“W-what questions do you want to ask?” Melissa responded, still trying to get that valuable oxygen into her lungs.
“Now is not the time to be cute with me. I suggest you answer this next question, or I will have to do very mean, ticklish things to you…” La Diabla threatened.
“Why do you want to tickle me?? Leave me alone! I never did anything to you!” Melissa screamed back.
“Well for starters you DID point a gun at me earlier. Then when I asked you very important questions, you blew me off. I hate that. I am looking for my friend and I will do ANYTHING to find her. So, have you seen a tall, muscular, blond woman walking around her lately?” La Diabla asked.
“That is no reason to torture me! How about you let me go, and maybe we can go find this woman together?” Melissa said, trying to stall. She hoped she could be set free, then perhaps turn the tables on La Diabla.
La Diabla could only shake her head. She then started to pick up the scarf again. It was time to put it back in and continue to torture Melissa. “You foolish bitch….” she laughed as she stuffed the scarf back into the surprised mouth of Melissa and started to tie it behind her head.
Melissa’s eyes popped open in shock as she felt the scarf being tied around her head again as she tried to comprehend what just happened. Then she looked at La Diabla walking back towards her belly area and fear started to go through her. She watched the woman in black kneel down by her midsection again and now she made eye contact.
“Do you think I was born yesterday? I know when someone is stalling. You sure are pathetic! Now, I guess I will have to teach you a lesson. If you thought you got it bad before, wait till you get a load of this!” La Diabla threatened as she then lifted her hands and placed each on each ribcage of Melissa and started to squeeze into them and knead the flesh. She was rewarded with an immediate ticklish reaction and she loved it!
Melissa shrieked as loud as she could within the gag as her tender ribs were being assaulted. She could feel those fingers kneading directly on the ribcage and it sent ticklish tremors throughout her body. She always had very sensitive ribs and one time when a lover tickled her ribs, she threw a hard right cross and almost knocked the guy out. But now her hands were tied behind her and there was nothing she could do to protect her ribs from being tickled. She continued to scream in ticklish agony as the fingers probed her ribs.
La Diabla continued tickling the ribs and found a particularly ticklish spot on the bottom of the right rib cage and she took full advantage of that knowledge. She used her thumb and index finger to squeeze that rib and she loved how the body would jerk around, trying to get away from her hand. She laughed as the body tried to twist away and lean towards the chair, which exposed her left side. She then used her other hand to attack the same spot on the left ribcage, which made the body start to turn that way. Now she tickled the ribs with both hands at the same time. She could see the hips writhing, the look of anguish on the face, but she also loved the pink spots forming on the pale skin of the ribs. “You should have answered my question….” she sang as she continued the lower rib assault.
Melissa continued to scream in agony as the tickling was getting more intense. She felt those fingers pressing into her lower ribs and it was absolutely agonizing. She once again started to shake her head, her hair flying all over the place as she tried to endure the tickling feeling. She also felt some frustration as she was completely helpless to fight back, and she just couldn’t get herself free. She even tried kicking her legs, but with upper thighs tied and her shins tied together, she really couldn’t kick. Now, she tried bouncing in the seat and that actually caused La Diabla to stop tickling her. Melissa felt the hands release off her ribs and she started to calm down. She was breathing heavy, and she also felt her body getting hot. She looked up and say La Diabla looking right back at her with a sarcastic look. Now, she felt anger rising up because this woman was humiliating her with tickle torture. She wanted to be free so she could get her revenge!
“I only stopped because I want to want to warn you. The only reason you are not laying on your back on the ground are two wooden planks being used as leverage to keep your chair from falling. But, if you want to keep bouncing like that, you are going to make those planks fall. If they fall, YOU fall and if you fall, you will probably break both arms. So, I would hold still if I were you…..” La Diabla told her as she then started to laugh. The look on Melissa’s face was amusing as her victim realized her predicament. “Here, let me show you….” She said as she stood up and walked behind Melissa. She looked at the two planks of wood, holding up the back of the chair and were at a 45 degree angle, anchored by two large crates that were in this back office. She then started to loosen one of the planks and the chair started to move. She dropped the plank and then held up the chair which almost fell to the side.
Melissa went into a panic as she felt the chair becoming very unstable and could feel herself falling backwards. She felt completely helpless and the thought of landing on her arms behind the chair scared her. She started to grunt and whimper in a panic, hoping she didn’t fall! Then she heard the other plank hit the floor and now she was completely being held up by La Diabla. Then she shrieked in terror as her chair dropped backwards, heading towards the floor! Then she felt her body jolt as the chair stopped before hitting the floor and she heard a diabolical laugh behind her.
“hahahahaha! Thought you were about to fall huh? Now you better believe what I say. Now, hold on while I get these planks back up…” La Diabla laughed then grunted a little as she reached down the ground and grabbed a plank. Now using her knee and leg to balance the chair, she placed the plank back in position, then leaned down to get the other plank, then put it in place. Once she got it balanced, she then walked back towards the vulnerable midsection. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, your ticklish ribs!” she laughed.
Melissa started to squeal in panic as she realized she was about to be tickled again. Her muffled, “uuuuhhh uhhhhh” got louder as she did not want to be tickled again. Terror filled her mind as the thought of being tickled was too much. She was also afraid that she was going to fall. She watched La Diabla’s hands getting closer to her ribs, and she took in a deep breath which made her belly sink. She watched in horror as the fingers getting closer and closer and then……contact!!!!
La Diabla loved the reaction she got when her fingers made contact once again with those delicate, sensitive ribs. Her fingers kneaded into the crevices of the ribs, pulling out the worst kind of laughter. She did notice that Melissa was not jerking her body as much, which meant she took the threat of falling backwards more seriously. It was perfect for her as she could just go after those ribs and not have to “chase” them as her body writhed. Her eyes looked at her targets on the ribs and went after them with joy. She started to move up the rib cage, getting closer to the outside edges of the breasts. Because the shirt was pulled up to expose the bare skin, all she had to do was lift the shirt one more time and she would see the naked breasts. La Diabla cocked her head and figured, “why not?”. She then stopped her rib tickling and grabbed the edge of the shirt with both hands and with a quick tug, she lifted the shirt up off the breasts and rested it on top of the cleavage. She cocked her eyebrow as she stared at the bare breasts, which were about a size C, had a nice round shape and the nipples were a light brown. They looked rather nice. She then looked up at Melissa’s face and saw the look of pure shock. She loved this moment.
Melissa was in complete shock as her breasts were bared! Her tits were now exposed and she felt a wave of humiliation flow through her. This woman tied her up and now exposed her breasts! She groaned in shame as she was being humiliated. She looked up and saw the wicked gleam in her tormentor’s eyes. Now she started to whimper in shame, wishing her shirt could be brought back down.
“Awww…someone’s feeling a little embarrassed huh? Well you shouldn’t be!! You have some VERY nice titties! Very impressive! I think I will just let them breathe for a bit while I tickle these ribs…” La Diabla taunted as she started at the breasts. She then stood up, lifted the shirt more and pulled it over Melissa’s head and let it rest on the back of her neck, which left the breasts completely exposed and the shirt would not fall back down. She heard the soft whimpers and now she felt more in control. Breaking her victim down was increasing and soon she would get the information she wanted. She knelt back down, and started to tickle the ribs again, skittering her nails up and down each cage and smiled as she saw the nude breasts jiggling around. “Tickle tickle tickle….look at those tits bounce! Bounce for me!! Tickle tickle tickle!” she teased.
Melissa started to laugh and now she really felt humiliated as the tickling sensations ripped through her and she saw her breasts jiggling away. This seemed to delight her tormentor a lot and she really felt embarrassed. She couldn’t help but laugh as the rib tickling was getting severe, but she wanted her shirt to cover her again. The embarrassment was worse to her as she was a modest person in public. She could be wild in bed but that was with a lover and in private. Now, here at her place of work, her breasts were out in the open and another woman was tickling her. She lowered her head in shame as she continued to laugh hysterically into her gag.
La Diabla absolutely enjoyed tapping and scrabbling her nails all over those exposed ribs. She also enjoyed watching those nice breasts jiggle around and it was kind of mesmerizing. She looked up at Melissa and she could see the absolute humiliation on her face. She then decided to really put the fear of embarrassment in her as she now took the tips of her fingers and lightly tickled underneath the jiggling breasts. That caused a major reaction from her victim!
Melissa’s head snapped up and she looked at La Diabla with absolute shock! Did this woman actually just tickle her breasts? The skin under her breasts were incredibly sensitive and now she was going to be tickled there?? Melissa started to shake her head “no” slowly as her eyes started to plead with her captor. She did not want to be tickled on her breasts! She whimpered the words “please don’t” over and over again, muffled in the gag. The look on her tormentor’s face really frightened her.
“Awww….someone has ticklish titties huh? Well now, I may have to explore them…” La Diabla teased. She then stood up and loosened the gag from Melissa’s head and pulled the scarf out of her mouth. She then stood there, folded her arms and tapped her boot on the ground. “Seems like you are a tad bit embarrassed with your sexy tits hanging out, am I right? Haha GOOD! I want you to be. You see, I intend to get the information I want out of you by any means necessary. I could just cut your tits off, but I think tickling them is a LOT more fun for me and you….” she teased. She then took a step back and reached her hand back to the table and caressed the tied up right shin. “Oh yes, I intend to do so many ticklish things to you. I love watching you squirm. I love watching those tits jiggle! Maybe I should use my tongue on you. Would you like that?”
Melissa couldn’t believe what she just heard. She wanted to use her tongue? On her breasts!! For some reason her nipples responded to it with delight, but her mind was shocked. “W-why are you doing this to me? You have completely humiliated me…Can you cover me? Please?” she whimpered.
“I could, but I don’t want to. I like seeing a woman’s tits jiggling around as I tickle torture her….” La Diabla responded with a smile.
“Please.. you have to stop tickling me. It is TORTURE!! Please, just let me go….” Melissa begged.
“You haven’t answered my question yet. I told you, if you answer me, I will let you go. In a way I hope you continue to be difficult because tickling you is starting to become a lot of fun for me. I love this…” La Diabla teased.
“But, but why tickle me? Don’t you know how horrible it is to be tickled against your will? I can’t stand it and now you embarrass me by exposing my breasts? This is too much! It is torture! How would you like it if I had you tied up? How would you like it if I exposed your breasts? How would you like it if I tickled you all over?” Melissa whined. Then she started to think about what would happen if she did have La Diabla tied down. Her mind had a quick flash about having this beautiful woman tied down and at her mercy. How she would tickle her all over and listening to her laugh in horror. A tinge of arousal flowed through her as she imagined what her captor’s breasts would look like and how she would tickle them in pure revenge as well as other spots such as the stomach, the underarms and, maybe even her feet. Now that would be interesting. Tickling this woman to an inch of her life in pure revenge. Her eyes quickly glanced down and looked at the boots of La Diabla. Then she looked back up, hoping for mercy.
“Why tickle you? Let me put it this way to you. Would you rather have me put my knife into your limbs, cutting your flesh? Probably not. Besides, humiliation seems to work very well. Oh, and tickling me wouldn’t work. I am not ticklish first of all and second, you wouldn’t get the chance to try. Now, I think I will humiliate you a little more. I LOVE watching your breasts jiggle, so let’s keep that going. How about I tickle your feet? I wonder if they are sensitive….” La Diabla threatened as she then sat down on the edge of the desk and lifted Melissa’s booted feet in her lap. She then patted the boots and looked at the sheer look of terror in Melissa’s face. “I think you know that a woman’s feet can be very…..very…..very sensitive. I bet yours are right?” she teased.
Melissa felt all the blood leave her face as she stared at her boots in La Diabla’s lap. Her legs were tied so she couldn’t kick free and she felt herself leaning back. Panic was starting to set in because she knew how ticklish her feet were. “N-no! You wouldn’t??? You wouldn’t dare!” she stuttered in fear. She felt nervous as she saw the outlaw’s hands caressing her leather boots.
“Hmmmm….someone sounds kind of ticklish on her feet. Can you imagine what will happen to you when I take these boots off? Can you imagine when I see your barefeet? I bet your feet are a glimpse into your soul, and I will gaze at your sole. Get it? Soul and sole?” La Diabla laughed at her own pun. She then reached down and started to tug at the top of the boot and pulled the boot. The boot started to slide down the leg and she was savoring this moment. “This boot is coming off and I bet what is inside this boot is going to be very sensitive to my nails…..” she teased.
Melissa watched in horror as her boot was sliding off her foot. She scrunched her toes trying to keep the boot on, but with a tug, she felt the boot leave her foot and now her sock covered foot was exposed. She then watched as her boot was tossed over La Diabla’s shoulder like a piece of trash. “Come on now….Please don’t do this. Please put my boots back on!! How would you like it if I took your boots off???!! I bet you have ticklish feet too! What if I tickled your feet?! I am begging you now…PLEASE!!! And cover my chest!!!”
“Hahaha. My boots will stay on. You sure do seem concerned…..Your feet are a bit sensitive huh? Well, I will give you a chance to avoid a really ticklish situation. You have one chance, don’t blow it…” La Diabla offered then quickly removed the other boot, tossed it over her shoulder and leaving Melissa in her socked feet. She then took the feet out of her lap and placed them back on the desk. She then got off the desk and made it close to Melissa’s upperbody. She looked at the naked breasts and then looked into Melissa’s eyes. She loved the look of fear in those eyes. “Now, have you seen a tall muscular woman around this town?” she asked with an evil grin.
Melissa froze as she heard the question again. Now, she had a decision to make. Does she protect Helga, or does she endure what was sure to be an intense foot tickle torture? She started to get really nervous as she stared into La Diabla’s eyes and knew this woman was going to unleash tickle hell. She knew exactly how sensitive her feet were as she allowed no one to touch them. She could feel her face getting red and hot. Her heart started to race as she realized what she had to do. She knew what Helga was capable of. “Im….trying….to tell you….I don’t know any tall woman…” she gulped.
La Diabla shooked her head in disappointment, but then a smile formed on her face. She was about to have some fun. She then reached her hands forward and placed the scarf back in Melissa’s mouth. She had to fight to do it as Melissa clamped her lips shut, but she simply held her nose to force her to open her mouth and once it was, she stuffed the scarf in, then tied the scarf on the back of her head. She then walked back over to the desk and placed Melissa’s socked feet in her lap. She then winked at Melissa and could see the fear. “That was the wrong decision…Now, I know it is still early in the morning, but I bet your feet are already tired. I think getting those boots off will soothe your poor feet. I know when I take these socks off, your feet will feel SO much better….” she teased. La Diabla then started to reach under the right jeans leg and found the top of the dirty white sock. She started to slowly pull it down until she could see the pale skin of the ankle and top of the foot. She then slipped the sock off the heel and saw the pale skin of the heel, which delighted her. She then looked at Melissa’s face and saw the pure fright in those eyes.
Melissa felt her sock come off her heel and now her heart started to race. Her foot was getting exposed and there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t even flinch her foot because that would only aid in the removal of her sock. She saw more of her skin on the top of the foot getting exposed and she could feel the nervous thumps of her heart as the sock made it to her toes and soon, they were exposed! She stared at her long toes being exposed, her unpolished nails were in her focus. Her toes reflexively wiggled and she got more frightened. Then Melissa gasped as she now felt her left sock being removed. Soon, she was going to be completely barefoot. For some reason, having her feet naked felt more embarrassing than having her breasts out.
La Diabla had some excitement in her eyes as she removed the right sock, now she was pulling the left sock off the foot. The sock slowly came off the foot and then finally, it was off the toes. Her own excitement started to grow as she now stared at the barefeet of this shop keeper. She saw the toes wiggling and she smiled. She could see the unpolished nails and noticed how long the toes were. They were not bony or crooked, they had a nice shape to them. When she took the boots off, she noticed the shoe size was a 9. She then turned her attention to the soles of the feet. The feet were narrow and had a very high arch. The skin was pale and had some slight wrinkles in that arch. The heel had slight callouses on the edges and the ball of the foot had some tough skin, but overall, the feet had a softness to them. She then reached down and grabbed the last strand of rope and tied the ankles together to prevent Melissa from kicking her feet. Once she got the ankles tied, she then looked down at Melissa. “Now, since you LIED to me and didn’t give me the answer I wanted, so you leave me no choice but to……tickle…..your feet…” she teased.
Melissa’s adrenaline spiked as she heard the threat once again and the worst part was, she couldn’t even beg her to stop with this scarf in her mouth. From her vantage point, she couldn’t see La Diabla’s hand, but her foot definitely felt it. She gasped as she felt a finger on her right heel and felt that finger starting to slide into her arch. Her foot started to flinch, trying to bat away that finger but it didn’t go away! The finger continued its path into her arch and the ticklish sensations started to get more intense. A giggle came out her mouth and then they giggles started to flow more. The sensation in her foot only got worse and she knew she was going to explode in laughter!
La Diabla looked and felt the foot flinching around, but it didn’t break her ability to stroke her finger into that high arch. The skin there felt incredibly soft as it must have never touched the ground. It kind of reminded her of Darby, not as soft as hers, but could put up a competition. She knew this was a sensitive spot as she saw Melissa’s head falling back and her tits were bouncing around as the tickling sensation increased. She then took her finger and traced it along the instep, which forced Melissa’s head to snap back up and she saw the eyes bugging out. La Diabla absolutely loved these types of reactions. Tickling feet was definitely one of her favorite things to do and seeing Melissa react this way felt good for her own soul. Her finger then made it further into the cavern of the arch, headed towards the outside edge of the foot and then moved downwards as though she was going to touch the outline of the arch area. The best part was, she was only using the pad of her finger, not the nail. A fun thought crossed her mind as her nails weren’t very long, but long enough for someone to feel it. “Maybe I should grow them out longer…” she thought as she giggled at Melissa’s reaction already.
Melissa started to scream into her gag as her arch was very sensitive! Because it was a high arch, that skin was very delicate and rarely touched unless she bathed them. Now that sensitivity was going to be pushed and the sensations only got worse. She closed her eyes and her head fell back as that cruel finger continued to trace along the outline of her arch. Even flinching her foot did not help all the way as the finger simply followed her foot. That actually surprised her, she started to wonder if this woman was a professional foot tickler or something. Then a squeal escaped her lips as she felt the finger now using its nail on her skin. The feeling was INTENSE!! Now she started to try and twist her body, trying to get her feet away.
La Diabla let out a laugh as she saw the reaction that Melissa was giving once she used her fingernail on that delicate arch. “Wow!! Someone is REALLY ticklish on her arch! My nail tickling you really bad huh?” La Diabla teased. She then took the ankles and “straightened” Melissa’s body again, now she was staring at the upturned soles. It absolutely delighted her to see the feet trembling as this torture was just beginning. She then started to trace the tip of her right index fingernail from the bottom of the ball of the foot and headed right back into the delicate arch.
Melissa felt those shocks of ticklish electricity ripping through her. That cruel nail on her arch was very intense and she could feel it move centimeter by centimeter through her arch. She started to scream louder in her gag as the nail was now getting closer to the highest point in her arch. The nerves in that part were extremely sensitive and this made her head whip backwards and then she started to shake her head vigorously, her hair now starting to fly wildly as that evil nail tortured her. She then used her left foot to try and protect the poor foot and it made the nail move away. She then started to move her feet back and forth, one foot covering the other to do her best to protect the bottoms of her feet.
La Diabla laughed as she saw the wildly wiggling feet trying their best to protect one another. She then nodded her head in a manner where she figured something out and then used her left hand to grasp both big toes of Melissa’s feet and held them together. This effectively prevented Melissa from covering her feet with each other. She smiled as she felt the feet trying to free themselves, but she had a firm grip on those toes. “Keep these feet still!! I am going to torture you!” she teased. Now that the feet were immobile, she then used her nail on the vulnerable left foot and immediately went into the arch.
Melissa screamed like a banshee as she felt that nail now tickling her left foot. It felt absolutely horrible to her and now both her feet were attacked. Never in her life has she ever had her feet tickled this long before. If someone ever tickled her there, it only lasted a moment. Now, this was a deliberate attempt to make her go insane. Her weak spot was her arches and even when she washed her feet, she could feel how sensitive they were. Now, this woman was trying to torture her, and she was helpless. She shut her eyes and just laughed. Just pure, uncontrollable laughter. Her head dropped and she just laughed.
La Diabla loved seeing Melissa’s head drop and she enjoyed those sounds of muffled laughter. She knew it wouldn’t be long before this woman would tell her anything she wanted. She knew this woman knew more than she was admitting, and it was going to be a thrill to break her. She was thinking about Cheyenne and wondered if she was somewhere, scared out of her mind. That thought fueled her desire to find out where she was. She now used her index fingernail and middle fingernail on the arch which made Melissa’s head jerked back and her naked breasts jiggled even more. “Someone is such a ticklish little baby! Listen to you laugh! Awwwww this must tickle you sooooooo much! Tickle tickle tickle! I’m gonna tickle these big feet…..FOREVER!!!!” La Diabla teased.
Melissa continued to shriek in laughter as her arches were tickled. Now, her captor was teasing her with baby talk which only made her feel more humiliated because she couldn’t stop laughing. She looked at La Diabla’s face which had this huge smile on it and her eyes were focused on the bottoms of her feet. She tried to beg but this gag wouldn’t let her. She once again tried to pull her toes free from that grasp, but it was no use. The fingernail now went back to her right arch and now that sensation drove her crazy! Melissa’s head dropped back and she stared at the ceiling. This was just pure torture for her.
La Diabla was just enjoying herself at this point. She knew it was a matter of time that Melissa would beg her to tell her everything, so she was just enjoying the fact she was tickling her. After stroking her nail in those beautiful high arches, she now concentrated on the ball of the left foot. Her nail started to scratch right down the middle of the ball of the foot and she could actually hear the sound of her nail scratching along the tougher skin on the ball of the foot. “Hmm, she must walk barefoot a lot at home or something…” she thought to herself. But it was the reaction she got from Melissa made her enjoy it even more.
Melissa’s head snapped forward and her eyes had a wild look to them as she felt that cruel nail stroking the ball of her foot. That sensation tore through her like a lightning bolt as it tickled a lot! She screamed into her gag as loud as she could as that intensity was overwhelming. Her toes scrunched closed, but those long toes could not protect that ball of the foot, so she felt that nail continuing its cruel path. She once again tried to pull her big toes free, but they were stuck. Her head was shaking wildly as she prayed this torment could stop. Her mouth was screaming “NO MORE!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE STOP!!!” but it was all muffled.
La Diabla laughed as she heard the sheer force of Melissa’s voice screaming in the gag. She knew this must have been absolutely horrific for her and she was going to inflict more punishment. Now she scratched her nails from her index finger to her small finger all over the ball of the foot. Going from the top of the ball of the foot, all the way across the skin to the bottom of the ball of the foot, only to tease in the arch a little. After doing this to the left ball of the foot, she repeated the procedure on the right foot. Now her fingers started to move faster on the right ball, and she couldn’t help but slip her fingers from the ball of the foot, back into the arch, then back across the ball of the foot. “When you are ready to talk, let me know. Until then, kitchy kitchy koo!!! I tickle you!!!” she teased, then laughed at her victim.
Melissa was started to really hate that baby talk and the fingers tormenting the balls of her feet. She knew her naked breasts were jiggling like crazy, but that wasn’t a concern to her right now. The only thing she could think of was the fingernails on her feet. They managed to find all her weak spots on her feet and her body was breaking down. Sweat started to drip from her forehead and her breathing was heavy as the tickling took its toll. She still tried to pull her feet free, but that evil woman tickling her had a very firm grip. Then it happened! She felt her toes starting to get free from the grasp of La Diabla’s hand! It was because her toes were getting sweaty, so she tried to pull them free. This was not lost on her captor however.
La Diabla noticed the big toes were slipping from her hand and she stopped her tickling. She looked over at Melissa who had a determined look on her face, trying to pull her toes free. La Diabla found it very amusing that this victim had hope. Now, she wanted to squash that hope. “I hope you realize if you get your toes free, I will have to explore how ticklish they are…..” she smiled.
Melissa stopped her tugging and looked up at La Diabla. She knew her toes were ticklish, but she didn’t know exactly how much. Her whole body felt more sensitive as the prolonged tickling really wore her down. She started to slowly shake her head, trying to signal to not tickle her toes. She then gasped as she felt her big toes get released and now her toes were vulnerable, A chill went through her body as she knew where she was about to get tickled next.
“Uh-oh!!!! Someone’s toes are free!!! I guess they want to get my attention now. Well, unless you have something to tell me……” La Diabla teased as she stared at Melissa.
Melissa started to whimper in her gag as she didn’t want her toes tickled. She had a bad feeling her toes were going to be horrifically ticklish, but she didn’t want to betray Helga. She lowered her head and started to hope this woman would just set her free. Her whimpers got louder as she was frustrated that she was tickled and felt it was too much. Melissa lifted her head again and tried to use sad “puppy dog eyes” and whimpered the words “no more..” to try to get some mercy. Then she got concerned as she saw a wicked gleam in La Diabla’s eyes.
La Diabla couldn’t help but have a small, wicked laugh come from her mouth, then the sound increased to try to bring fear to Melissa. “aww..look at those pathetic eyes! I’m sorry, you didn’t answer the question posed to you. So……” she warned as she now stared at the left big toe. She saw the toes clench and she simply ran her finger on that toe crease on the top of the foot where the big toe was next to the index toe. She was delighted to see the toes unclench and now it was play time! She then grabbed the left big toe with her hand, pulled it back and started to lightly tickle the pad of the toe with her right hand index finger. The finger went from the top of the toe near the nail, down across the digit’s pad, all the way to where the toe met the ball of the foot. The foot started to flinch and managed to get itself free. This made her laugh again as her victim was such in a panicked and responsive state. “That must have REALLY tickled! Give me that toe!” she demanded then started to go after the toes. When the toes scrunched, she tickled the top of the toes until they unclenched, and when they opened again, she went after the toe pads, not only the big toe, but the other toes as well. She could see Melissa jerking her body around as though she was getting branded with an iron, and she kept tickling those toes. She wanted to push her to her absolute limit.
Melissa’s body continued to shake in ticklish agony as her poor toes were assaulted. No matter what she tried, covering a foot with the other, scrunch her toes, opening them, she felt those fingers diddling, poking and stroking her toes. Her head whipped back once again as she felt those fingers tickling at the base of her toes and that was a very sensitive area. Now her eyes started to water as the tickling was breaking her down. She wished she wasn’t gagged because right now her screams would alert the entire city of Santa Selena. She just wanted it all to stop. She tried to beg through her gag and hysterical laughter but that look of sadistic glee never left her tormentor’s face. She wondered how a beautiful face like that could be so sadistic, so cruel to her feet? Then her eyes popped wide open, and she let out a very loud scream in her gag as she felt a fingernail grazing along the area on the ball of her foot where the big toe was connected to her foot. That nail was scraping just right below that line and it really tickled. She never knew how sensitive of an area that was before, but now that she discovered it, it ripped through her with such great intensity. Now her will was breaking further and further. Melissa didn’t know how long she could hold out, and La Diabla showed no indication of stopping either.
La Diabla was actually surprised she was getting these kinds of reactions from Melissa. She knew the feet were ticklish, but she was hitting some very sensitive spots now on the feet. She started to wonder if this woman ever had her feet played with for very long before. She giggled to herself thinking this woman has never experienced the pleasure of having your feet played with. She loved the reaction she was getting simply by stroking her nail across that spot on the ball of the foot right below the big toe and she did it on both feet. La Diabla could feel her victim weakening and now she wanted to push her all the way over the edge. Now, her focus was on the toe crevices. If this woman never really had her feet touched too often, there was going to be some really sensitive skin between the toes. She then pulled the left big toe away from the index toe and then stroked her nail in that crevice, and also made sure it touched the sides of the toes. She almost lost her grip as the feet jerked away from her with such force. She smiled and then looked at Melissa who was just going wild in her chair. “OOOOOOHHH!!! I hit the jackpot!! So, unless you want to tell me what I want to know, I am REALLY going to torture you now!” she threatened.
Melissa reacted in an extreme manner as she felt her face straining and got really red, her stomach was tightened, her breasts vibrated, and she felt absolute agony as her toe crevice was tickled. She just simply never knew how sensitive that area was to ticklish feelings and now she was in desperation. She just screamed “no more! No more! No more!” as much as she could in the gag, but it was incoherent. Then she felt the fingers go in between the index toe and middle and that was an extremely sensitive spot! She absolutely lost it and now she wanted this to end. She just could not take this anymore as all of her most delicate spots were assaulted and this was too much. Protecting Helga was just not worth this kind of punishment at this point. She looked at La Diabla with sheer desperation in her eyes and laughed very hard and tried to tell her “I’LL TALK!!! I’LL TALK!!!!”
La Diabla really wriggled her finger in that toe crevice and was really happy on how ticklish it was. It was as though she knew she hit a very delicate spot and just kept wriggling her finger in there to drive the point home that she was in control. She looked over at Melissa and grinned. The woman looked like a mess. She then pulled her finger from the crevice and gave her victim a moment to get air into her lungs. She listened to the desperate whimpers and could hear a little crying. She then held the tip of the left big toe and said calmly, “You ready to talk to me?”
Melissa felt some kind of relief as she felt the finger leave her toe crevice. She was a mess as sweat was glistening off her face, and body. She looked up at La Diabla and saw and felt her holding her big toe. She heard La Diabla’s question and she was not going to hold out anymore. She nodded her head yes as she wanted this to end.
La Diabla’s smile grew even larger as she saw the head nodding in the affirmative. She felt a little disappointed as she wanted to explore the rest of the toe crevices, but she wanted to find Cheyenne. She then placed the feet back down on the desk and walked towards Melissa’s head. She then untied the scarf and pulled the garment out of her mouth. She then started to walk back towards the desk when she heard some desperate pleas.
“Please…no more tickling…. I can’t take it anymore…This is pure torture…” Melissa whined as she still tried to recover.
La Diabla then sat back on the edge of the desk and placed those tied feet back in her lap, her hands now lightly tugging the toes. She could feel the feet trembling and she wanted to let Melissa know what could happen if she was defied. “Well, there won’t be any more torture if you answer my questions honestly…” she said then pulled the right big toe away from the index toe and placed her left index finger in the crevice to reiterate her point.
Melissa felt the ticklish tremors with a finger simply being in that crevice and she felt herself panicking again. “I’ll talk!!! I swear I will answer them! Just please….please don’t tickle my toes anymore. It is too much for me….” she whimpered.
“Good! You behave yourself and your toes will survive. Now, have you seen a tall, muscular woman around this town?” La Diabla asked and then slightly moved her finger in the crevice.
“YES!!! YES I HAVE!!!! Don’t tickle!! Please….don’t tickle me!” Melissa screamed.
“Good girl…Now, who is she?” La Diabla asked, then slightly moved her finger again in that toe crevice.
“HER NAME IS HELGA!!!! HELGA!!!!! SHE’S A BOUNTY HUNTER!!!!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME!!!” Melissa screamed.
“Helga huh? Very good….” La Diabla smiled as she stopped moving her finger. “Where can I find this Helga?” she asked and pressed a little into the crevice.
“AT THE WELLINGTON HOUSE!!! THAT HOUSE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!! STOP TICKLING!!!” Melissa shrieked as the finger was wiggling a little in that crevice.
“Interesting…where can I find this house?” La Diabla asked, but didn’t wiggle her finger, giving Melissa a chance to be honest.
“heheheh please… no more tickling…..the house is on the bluff that….overlooks the ocean…there…hehehe is a cove by the bluff….by the ocean….” Melissa wheezed.
“Excellent! You see, that is all you had to do! Thank you for answering my questions. But I have one more. When you spoke with Helga last, did she have a small Native American woman with her?” La Diabla asked, now feeling her emotions as she thought about Cheyenne. Her finger was ready to torment the toes.
“I-I-I can feel your f-f-f-finger…nooooooo..noooo tickles!!! I didn’t see anyone with her! I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Melissa screamed as she felt the finger wriggling harder.
“Ok, I believe you. I just wanted to give you one last tickle. Hehehe” La Diabla smiled as she then removed her finger. She then put the tied feet back on the desk and got off the desk and then went to the back of the chair Melissa was tied in. She started to untie the ropes holding the wrists and left it loose. She then started to walk towards the door of that back room and before she left, gave one last look. “Thank you for your cooperation. I love your big ticklish feet! You might want to clean yourself up..” she said, then winked. La Diabla then walked out of the back room and headed back through the store and exited the front door and changed the sign back to “Open”. She was now focused on going to the Wellington house and free her friend. If this Helga was there, she was going to pay a severe price for kidnapping Cheyenne. Then she would punish whoever hired her to kidnap her special friend. Vengeance was on her mind!
Melissa managed to get her wrists free and carefully slid her feet off the desk and balance her chair again. She was exhausted and felt absolutely humiliated. She looked at her naked breasts then put her shirt back over her head and reached for her boots and socks. “I hope Helga destroys that bitch….” she mumbled as she tried to get herself together so she could go mind the store.
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PART 3
Darby still felt the sting in her cheek from the slap and heard those threats. Her eyes started to water again as she was in so much pain and she was completely trapped. There was nothing she could do physically to get out of this predicament and she truly realized Gloria was not playing a game with her, she wanted to break her. Somehow, this mature woman found out she was not “Dorothy Watkins” and was determined to get it out of her. Darby’s lips started to tremble because she knew what was about to happen to her. “Muh name….is Dorothy..” she mumbled.
Gloria’s eyes turned to slits of anger as once again this prisoner defied her. She then reached back her right hand and slapped Darby again, this time with more force. “You are going to pay for your defiance…” she threatened. She then stood up and looked at Helga. “You know what? Let’s make her feel even more vulnerable. Tear her underwear off….” she commanded.
Helga grinned at the instruction and then turned towards Darby’s raised ass. She then grabbed the underwear with both hands and tore the fabric easily with her strength. As she tore the fabric, she could start to see the skin of Darby’s ass and it delighted her. The skin was very pale, and when the underwear was being shredded, she liked the shape of the ass as well. Soon the garment was ripped to shreds and she removed what was left and she smiled as she now saw Darby’s naked ass. She then leaned over to her right to take a peek between Darby’s legs. She did a slight gasp as she could see those bright pink pussy lips of this victim. Helga licked her lips and she was hoping Gloria would tell her she could have her way with that vulnerable vagina.
Darby felt herself getting really red with humiliation as she felt her underwear get torn off. Now, she was completely naked. Her most precious spot was now opened for these women to look at, and her ass was also exposed. “Please….let me go….” she whined softly.
Gloria made it behind Darby and saw that raised ass and could see the pink pussy lips. She remembered how much fun she had with that pussy days ago and knew exactly how it tasted. She could also see glimpses of the red pubic hair and the fact that the pussy was exposed really made her excited. But for now, she had some feet to tickle! She once again knelt down on the floor and stared at that right foot. Before she tickled it, she looked at the towering Helga and gave her one last instruction. “Her ass is all yours. Just don’t touch her pussy. That’s for me….”.
Helga had a huge smile as she was going to get the opportunity to play with this wonderful ass. She clapped her hands once with great power, then she raised her left hand and then brought it down forcefully, smacking the right ass cheek of Darby with a very loud slap. She chuckled as she heard the loud wince of pain from that ass cheek’s owner. She then repeated the smack, this time with more force and once again she heard a very loud yelp. She looked at the ass cheek and already, that pale skin was turning pink. Helga wanted to see how red she could make it as she had a particular plan to torment this wonderful rear end.
Darby shrieked in pain as she felt those smacks on her ass. The humiliation of this washed over her as she was tied up, tickled, now spanked and there was nothing she could do. With each smack on her ass, she would jerk her body and now her shoulders were hurting. She could feel her will slipping away as the pain was getting to be intense. She continued to yelp in pain as she felt smack after smack after smack. Darby felt herself getting closer and closer to her breaking point. At this point, she truly did not know how much she could hold out from revealing her identity. She was determined to hold out, but her body was breaking.
Gloria was enjoying watching Helga spank Darby’s ass. She loved how the skin shook with each slap and now she could see a huge palm print on the now reddening cheek. She figured she would wait to tickle the exposed foot. She wanted to surprise her victim with a tickling sensation after receiving pain. The yelps of pain really gave her joy and she then looked at that delicate pink sole of Darby’s right foot. She started scouring over the foot, thinking about which part she was going to attack. She was not going to tease tickle it; she was going to REALLY tickle that foot. She then looked up again and saw Helga’s hand caressing the ass cheek it was smacking.
Helga could feel the warmth of the skin on her hand as she gently caressed Darby’s right butt cheek. She could see the bright pink skin that was in the shape of her hand and knew she did a good job sending waves of pain in Darby’s body. She then turned her head towards Darby’s head, and she thought she could hear some loud whimpering, mixed with some sobs. It appears as though her spanking really broke through. Now it was time to have some fun! She then started to lightly stroke her fingertips on her right hand on that weakened cheek, causing some nice reactions. She smiled as the cheeks clenched together and knew this ass was quite ticklish. Helga heard some soft giggles and then they got stronger as her fingers continued to tickle that reddened skin.
Darby couldn’t help but laugh as she felt the fingers stroking her ass cheek. After receiving multiple strikes, the nerves in her rear end were on fire and high alert. Now, this soft touch was starting to really tickle her. She clenched her ass and started to wiggle it. ‘C-cut it out! T-that tickles hehehehehehehe” she giggled as she felt the fingers stroking a cruel path.
Gloria started to hear the giggles and she grinned as she saw Helga tickling the vulnerable ass. That was her cue to begin her torment. She then used her left hand to grabbed hold of that foot, and then she arched her fingers into a “claw like” formation and then applied her nails right into the center of the arch of the foot. Her nails scraped along from the top part of the heel that led into the arch, then slowly and cruelly slid across that soft foot flesh all the way to the spot where the arch connected to the ball of the foot. Once her fingers arrived at that spot, she lifted her hand up, then placed her nails back at the top part of the heel and stroked through the arch again. Gloria wanted to make that arch suffer!
Darby screamed incredibly loud as she felt the fingers scraping the arch on the bottom of her foot. It tickled like never before and she shut her eyes and just let out her strong laughter with no hesitation or holding back. That feeling was incredibly intense and she just laughed. She couldn’t even form words as the only thing she could do was laugh. It didn’t help that her ass was being tickled and her shoulders were aching again. Darby wanted to beg, but she just couldn’t. Her lungs had to expel laughter, so she couldn’t form words. She could feel those fingers digging into her sole, tickling her to her very core.
Helga laughed as she heard Darby’s horrific screams of laughter. She looked over at Gloria and saw her tickling technique. The stroking of the sole with the nails was quite effective and she definitely wanted to play with her feet. But for now, she had to play with this ass. She now moved her fingers to the crack of the ass and focused her attention there. She took the tip of her finger and slowly moved it from the top of the crack through the valley of the crack and got closer to the hole of the ass. Then the finger slid back up teasing that very sensitive skin. It did amuse her that Darby’s ass was very ticklish on the crack, and she saw and felt the ass wriggling and thrashing around trying to get away from her fingers. Once the ass got too wild, she then smacked that same right cheek as hard as she could, which made the ass stay right where it was. Then, she resumed her ass crack tickling.
Gloria was focused in on her fingers grazing the arch. She could see “white lines” in the pink flesh as her nails scraped along the foot. She knew how sensitive this arch was and knew Darby was in pure tickle hell. She did hear another hard smack on Darby’s ass and knew Helga was really tormenting her there. She knew it was just a matter of time before Darby cracked. No one would be able to handle this kind of torture for too long. She then decided to focus in on the exposed ball of the foot. Now she scraped her “claws” from the bottom of the ball that connected to the arch and went across it until it her fingers went to the base of the toes. Once she got to the base of the toes, she lifted her fingers and made it back to the bottom of the ball and then scraped along once again. It still amazed her just how soft the skin was, especially on the ball of the foot where it should be tougher skin. It was as though Darby’s feet never walked on the ground ever. They were just too perfect. Now, she wanted to inflict as much tickle torment as she possibly could. As Gloria continued to tickle that foot, she also saw her next target. Those pink meaty toes.
Darby was now in another dimension in her mind. The only thing she thought about was the tickling on her ass crack and the horrible tickling on the ball of her foot. There was nothing else going on in the world except that ticking feeling. She shook her head and now her sweaty red hair was now in her face. Her jaw started to ache as she was laughing too much, her lips twisted in that ticklish agony formation. Now, the tears started to fall as this was getting to be too overwhelming. Her lips formed the words “please”, but the only sound was her laughter. Darby felt her head dropping and now she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. Her mind was spinning, and she was getting lightheaded.
Helga noticed the lowering sound of the laughter and she knew Darby was about to pass out. She stopped her ass tickling, then lifted her hand and smacked the pale left ass cheek. She absolutely loved the sound of her hand smacking that virgin skin and she started to do multiple smacks. She was not going to let Darby pass out. She wanted her conscious so she could suffer. With each strike, she heard louder and louder grunts. She then started to trickle her fingers back to the ass crack and heard that laughter coming back.
Gloria continued her “claw” assault on Darby’s foot. She was in total concentration. Her eyes only looked at the ball of the right foot get tickled by her fingers with stroke after stroke after stroke. What delighted her was the foot was no longer straining in her grasp, so she knew Darby was getting weaker and she let go of holding the foot. She finally stopped her claw technique and now it was time for those amazing toes. She used her index finger and thumb and wiggled the big toe. Then she wiggled the index toe and then continued down the line. When she got to the baby toe, she pulled it away from the ring toe and carefully slipped the index finger of her left hand in that crevice and lightly stroked there. She remembered this was a very sensitive spot.
“NOOOOOOOO!!! NOT MUH TOES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Darby screamed with renewed ticklish energy. She felt that finger in her toe crevice and it was instant ticklish electricity flowing through her. She was *so* close to passing out, but Helga’s spankings and ass crack tickling, and then her toe crevice being tickled definitely woke her up and now the maddening sensations ripped through her nervous system again. She shrieked in a high pitch sound as she felt fingers now in the crevice between her ring toe and middle toe. That evil finger was digging into the crevice and wriggling around, and Darby just kept screaming her laughter. It was too much for her to handle and what also made it horrible was that ass crack tickling. Now she felt fingernails sliding in the crack and it drove her insane.
Helga stopped the ass crack tickling and went right back to the ass cheek tickling. She loved how red the right cheek was, and the left one was a flush pink. Ticking that smacked skin was so much fun as she knew with the spanked area, the nerves under the skin were a lot more receptive. What also amazed her was how smooth the ass skin was. She could even feel the very light hairs until she got closer to the hole of the ass. Her victim has the softest ass she ever felt. Helga wondered where this woman was not soft. Everywhere she touched, it was very soft skin. She looked down at Gloria who was invading the toe crevices of the helpless right foot. “Her toes are ticklish huh?” she asked.
Gloria heard Helga’s question and looked up. “Oh yes….her toes are INSANELY ticklish. I got to play with them before and they are just packed with ticklish nerves. I want to turn her brain to mush. Watch this..” she said as she now went after the crevice between the big toe and index toe. She drove the tip of her index finger into the crevice and wriggled it around causing poor Darby to howl in laughter. She giggled herself as the toes tried to clench on her finger, but she continued to wriggle it.
“HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MERCY!!! YOU GOT TO HAVE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!!!!” Darby bellowed as the toe tickling sent her into another level of ticklish hell. Her head was shaking, her body convulsing, her shoulders aching, lungs burning, and her throat was very sore after all this. She then went into silent laughter as the toe tickling continued and closed her eyes. Darby hit that moment where nothing else existed in the world, just her ticklish toes.
Gloria then pulled her fingers from the toes to allow Darby to breathe again. She had to remember to not kill her right now because she wanted this trapped woman to admit her lie to her. Then she was planning on selling Darby off to buyers. Red heads usually sold very well, and this was not only a red head, but a very physically impressive woman too with her height and perfectly soft skin. She then shifted her attention to the left foot. Now it was time to play with that one. The best part was this foot was even more ticklish than the right foot. She moved her body over so she was now facing that pink delicate sole and nodded her head towards Helga so she could stop tickling Darby’s ass. She then started to gently pat the foot, to let Darby know where she was, and she felt the foot tremble in fear. “Now…I am over here by your other foot. I really suggest you start talking or I will have to punish this foot with tickles….” she said, then started to quickly run her fingers up and down the foot to send a warning message.
“HAHAHAHA NOOOOO!!!! DON’T TICKLE MUH FOOT!!! PLEASE…..please. Have mercy…” Darby started to whimper after screaming. She felt really nervous now as her poor left foot was now being paid attention to. She knew her left foot was more ticklish and she knew Gloria knew that too. Another tear streaked down her cheek as she realized her torture was not over. “Please let me go….I had enough…” she groaned.
“Well….WHO are you?” Gloria asked then did a quick stroke of her index finger across the sole and smiled when the foot went spastic.
“I’m trying to tell you……Muh name…..muh name….” Darby panted. She was about to say “Dorothy” again, but she knew if she did, her poor foot was about to get tickled. She had to think of something to give her more time to recover from the last torment and not reveal her secret. “…Why do you keep asking me that? W-why would you think muh name is something…….else?” she asked. She did figure that was an excellent question because she thought she did nothing to give her a clue she was not Dorothy Watkins.
Gloria had a sly smile as she heard the question. “Because I have my ways young lady. Let’s just say I know you are not who you say you are. Once you tell me who you really are, then I will ask you why you were lying to me and why you decided to become a maid….” she responded. Now she started to lightly flutter her fingertips along the length of the sole and the flailing foot was doing its best to avoid her touch.
“Hehehehehe STOP!!! That really tickles! Hahahahahaha b-but I am Dorothy! I sweah! I wanted to be your maid and I really hehehahahahahaha like the hahahahaha job!!!” Darby laughed as her foot felt those light touches on it.
“Oh you pathetic girl…I know you are lying to me and because you are just so stubborn, I think it is time to REALLY tickle you!! Helga, can you come over her for a moment?” Gloria asked. She had a wonderful idea and needed the Russian’s help. Once Helga made it by her left side, she smiled. “I want you to hold her big toe so that her foot can’t move. Hold it still so I can tickle destroy it….”
Helga had a huge grin on her face when given the instruction. “DA!!! I would love to…” she grinned. She then knelt on the ground and reached her right hand forward. She then grabbed the big toe in her fist and held it tight. Her eyes popped open in delight as she finally felt the texture of this foot. It absolutely blew her mind on how soft the toe skin was. It was incredibly soft. It felt as soft as silk and now her own libido grew. Helga was now bursting at the seams, craving to tickle this poor foot herself!
Darby already started cackling as she felt her big toe in the grasp of that massive woman. Her toes were excruciatingly ticklish, and her body jerked around, placing more strain on her arms and now her feet. “HAHAHAHAHA YA GOT TO STOP!!! I SWEAH!!! MUH NAME IS DOROTHY!!! IT IS DOROTHY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screeched.
Gloria winked at Helga and then formed her left hand into the “claw” formation and then raked her nails on the ball of the foot. Her talons sank into that pink flesh, and she was rewarded with the most horrific screams ever. She remembered how ticklish the heel was and knew once her fingers got to the arch, she might want to cover her ears. “tickle tickle tickle naughty girl….” she teased and now her fingers slowly scratched into the arch area and there was that horrific laughter at top volume. A feeling of satisfaction washed over her as she wanted to really torture Darby.
Darby screamed like never before. Her left foot was now feeling the effects of the nails and it was horrendous to her. Every single nerve in her body was on fire as she felt the ticklishness within her. She screamed the words “mercy” and “please” repeatedly as those fingers went into her arch, slowly crawling along, touching every single nerve ending in her arch and it made the neurons in her brain go on overload. She tried moving her foot, but it could not move at all! The massive helper had a firm grip on her toe, and she wasn’t going anywhere. She just had to endure her tickle hell.
Helga was just kneeling there in awe. She had tickled so many feet in her life and thought about her most recent victim, Cheyenne. As ticklish as those feet were, somehow, they didn’t compare to this woman’s feet. She was also very curious as to what Darby’s identity was. Gloria didn’t tell her what the interrogation was about, she just needed her help to inflict as much torture as possible. She was accustomed to interrogation tactics as well and wondered how Darby didn’t snap already. With a body this ticklish, and especially feet this ticklish, a normal woman would have given up already. Helga started to think what if the victim was telling the truth. It didn’t matter to her as she loved watching others suffer anyway. She could feel Darby’s foot straining to get free from her grasp, but her strength was not going to let that happen. Her eyes focused on the fingers slowly scratching along in the arch and could see those beautiful white lines forming in contrast to the deep pink skin. She truly wanted to tickle these feet herself as she knew she would break this prisoner easily. But she did enjoy her employer getting in on the action so it was a very good show. She just had to wait her turn.
Gloria continued going after the ball of the foot and she got caught up in the moment. The hysterical laughter really turned her on and seeing that helpless foot before her sent waves of pleasure between her legs. Her earlier arousal returned and now she wanted to truly enjoy this foot. She looked at it straining in Helga’s grasp and a delightful smile formed on her face as she saw the other toes wriggling, and scrunching as much as they could. That delicious big toe was hidden within Helga’s big hand, and she licked her lips. She started to think about the time when those same toes were in her mouth. How they tasted. How soft they felt on her tongue and how ticklish they were. She even felt her mouth watering as she thought about it. Gloria then stopped her claw tickling and stared at the toes. She then turned towards Helga and smiled. “Let go of her toe. It is time I have some fun with them…”
Darby started to feel her laughter subside as that brutal claw tickling on the ball of her foot stopped. Even though she didn’t feel the touch, she did still feel the ticklish tremors coursing through her body. She took in huge breaths of air, trying to get her body recovered and she was also trying to get her mind focused. She knew more tickling was on the way and she had to somehow prepare herself for another onslaught. “Please….you got to stop torturing me….” she mewled.
Gloria lowered her head and was now eye level with the toes. She started at them as they reflexively wiggled and it was only moments before she had them in her mouth. Her mouth slowly opened and then she wrapped her lips around the big toe. An intense amount of pleasure tore through her body as the soft texture of that toe felt amazing in her mouth. It was as though she put a tasty dessert in her mouth and the flavor was perfect. She then started to suckle that big toe and then started to suck harder on it.
Helga smiled as she saw Gloria’s mouth sucking on that big toe. She then heard a horrible scream of laughter coming from those toes’ owner. It was an amazing feeling knowing how ticklish those toes were. She could see Gloria’s eyes closed as the lips were wrapped around that digit and she could tell she was sucking very hard. Helga also loved sucking the toes of a woman, especially a very ticklish woman so this was a great moment to observe. She saw the foot trying to wriggle free, so she stepped in, and held that foot still so that her employer could savor those delightful toes.
Darby’s eyes were bugged out, her mouth wide open with intense laughter coming her from as she felt her big toe inside Gloria’s mouth. The feeling of that warm, wet mouth on her toe tickled her intensely, especially it being her left big toe. She was quite aware of the last year how ticklish her toes were and now she couldn’t move her foot as someone was holding onto it. Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as a tongue was now swirling around that digit. She could feel the distinct touch of taste buds on her skin, and it just sent wave after ticklish wave through her body. She started to wonder how much suffering could she endure? How much longer could she hold out? Then a slight sense of relief happened as the mouth left her big toe and she inhaled deeply trying to catch her breath, only for her to scream again as she felt her index and middle toes go inside that warm mouth.
Gloria was truly in a world of bliss as she sucked on the toes. Now that the index toe and middle toe were in her mouth, her tongue slithered between them, and the taste of these meaty toes was indescribable to her. She adored the feeling of the soft skin and slithered and flicked her tongue rapidly between that crevice. Once she was done, she then sucked on those toes hard and could hear that sucking sound coming from her own mouth. Gloria was now in an erotic trance as the toes slipped from her mouth, and now it was time to move on to the ring toe and baby toe. She noticed Helga was holding the foot still and she winked at her, then went right back to sucking the last two toes. Now she felt those toes wiggling and trembling in her mouth which only sent more lust to between her legs.
Darby felt her last two toes in Gloria’s mouth, and she thought she just got electrocuted. The two most sensitive toes were now in that woman’s warm mouth, and she thrashed her body around. The pain in her arms wasn’t as bad as the intense ticklish sensation tearing through her. Her eyes then almost rolled into the back of her head as she felt that evil tongue once again sliding between the toes, touching the extremely sensitive skin. This made her mind snap. She could not take it anymore. She tried to scream “I’ll tell you!!” but the only thing that came from her mouth was silence. Darby wanted this to all stop as her poor toes were tortured beyond what she could stand. Then, the toes were suddenly free from their moist prison.
Gloria let the toes slip out of her mouth and let out a loud moan of pleasure. “ooooooooooohhh….” she said as she then reached down between her legs and touched herself. She was very wet, and she stared at those toes she just had in her mouth. They were drenched in her saliva, and they glistened. With a small evil laugh, she then reached her left hand forward and started to rapidly scurry the fingers all over that sole and listened to Darby scream once again. She was now in full tickle lust. She just could not get enough of that soft skin on her fingertips. Then she stopped the tickling and immediately pressed her face on the sole. Very pleasurable feeling flowed through her body as she felt that extremely soft skin on her face. She then pressed her lips onto the sole and gave it a kiss. It set her loins on fire! The feeling of that skin on her lips was simply amazing.
Helga watched with glee as she heard Darby’s hysterical laughter. She held onto that helpless foot and seeing Gloria’s fingers scurrying all over that flesh was enjoyable. She was also enjoying watching Gloria face first in that foot and kissing it. But her own desires were getting stronger. She really wanted to play with these feet herself. She wanted to make Darby scream as she knew her own skills as a tickler would inflict even more torment on this trapped woman. She could feel her own nipples throb as she stared at that foot. She just had to be patient.
Darby continued to giggle, but now she was feeling soft kisses on the bottom of her foot. Even though it still tickled her, it also sent pangs of lust in her body. She was very aware how kissing her feet would start to get her aroused. She didn’t want this feeling, but her body didn’t care what her mind wanted. With each kiss, jolts of arousal flowed through her, and it made her nipples get stiff and she felt that familiar tingle between her legs. She then gasped as she now felt that evil tongue licking her foot! She felt the tastebuds sliding from the base of her toes, up through the ball of her foot, into the arch and it lingered on her heel. “hehehehe stop please….you got to stop…that *ooooh* tickles so much...hehehehe” she giggled and moaned.
Gloria could hear Darby’s moans and giggles and it only made her want this foot more. She was in complete nirvana as her tongue continued to lick the bottom of this beautiful left foot. The texture was too hard for her to describe as her tongue slid all over the foot. She could hear Darby cooing when her tongue was on the ball of the foot, and then a giggle when her tongue washed over the instep and arch. Gloria absolutely loved the taste of this foot. She then lifted her head and stared at the wet sole. She loved this foot, but now it was time to punish it again. She put both of her hands into the claw formation and now she placed both of them on that precious sole and raked her nails all over the helpless foot. She wanted to truly torture Darby.
Darby once again screamed in ticklish agony as she felt those nails scratching and sliding all over her foot. The fact that her foot was wet, and her arousal started made the ticklish sensations even worse than before. Her eyes bugged out and she laughed with such great force she felt herself not breathing. This was too much for her. She was done. When the nails got to the base of the toes, her mind snapped. She was finally broken. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! YOU GOT TO STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’LL TELL YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA I’LL TELL YOU!!!! PLEASE!! HAHAHAHAHA I’LL TALK!!!!” she screamed.
Gloria heard the screams and snapped out of her tickle torture trance. She wanted to make sure she heard correctly. “Helga, did she just say she would talk?” she asked as her fingers were still clawing away.
Helga looked back at Gloria with a smile and nodded her head. “Da, she said she will tell you.” She felt a surge of pride herself. She LOVED when women were broken. It gave her an erotic thrill. Now, she wanted to see what happens next!
Gloria stood up and felt a true sense of accomplishment. If this victim was telling the truth, then she knows she broke her down. She walked back towards Darby’s head, her own nipples at full attention and her arousal at a serious high level. She now faced Darby and saw her face. It was a complete mess. The red hair was sweaty and matted to the sides of her face. Sweat was literally dripping off the forehead and nose. The eyes were red, the cheeks were stained with tears, and she even saw a little drool coming from the mouth. This was such a wonderful sight to Gloria. She knew she just destroyed this woman. She then sat in her chair and pulled it close to Darby’s face. She reached forward with her left hand and grabbed Darby’s cheeks. “You will talk huh? Well, I am going to ask this question once. If you still defy me, then Helga back there will get to have your feet. Trust me, that Russian will make sure you die from being tickled. So……WHO are you?” she asked with menace and control in her voice.
Darby’s looked at Gloria through her wet eyes and could still feel all the ticklish sensations in her body. She was in pain, she was so exhausted and she was so…beaten. She looked at Gloria and a tear fell from her right eye and streaked down her cheek. “….I’ll tell….muh name…..muh name is……Darby…Darby Reeves” she said and felt a true sense of defeat within her. Her entire mission was over now and those poor women in that cavern were doomed. All because she couldn’t resist being tickled.
“Darby? Ah, so your name is really Darby. Hmmmm…and Miss Darby, what do you really do for a living?” Gloria asked as she felt satisfaction in her body.
Darby started to cry again because she was humiliated once again. She felt very a sensitive tingling in her feet and knew she could be tickled again if she defied Gloria. She had no choice at this point. “I’m…a deputy….from…Plotsville…” she whimpered.
“A deputy huh?! Well now, isn’t that interesting. So, you are a deputy from Plotsville and you pretended to be a maid named Dorothy Watkins. Why?” Gloria asked, her eyes turning to slits.
*I *sob* did it to *sob* spy on you….” Darby cried out. She felt absolutely horrible for revealing her assignment, but there was only so much her body could take.
“Spy on me??? Now, WHY would you do that naughty deputy?” Gloria smiled.
“Because…..sex ring…..you run *sob* a sex ring..” Darby whimpered again.
“A sex ring huh? Hehehe” Gloria chuckled. She enjoyed listening to Darby just spill her guts out. She felt even more powerful than before. “Well, you pathetic deputy, you are right. I AM running a sex ring. Too bad you won’t be able to tell anyone. Because YOU will be sold as a sex slave…..” Gloria grinned.
“No…..you can’t do that….to me….please….no….” Darby whimpered as she heard what her fate was going to be. She was supposed to stop this ring! She was trusted by Sheriff Dickerson and the US Department of Justice to bring Gloria Wellington to justice, but now she was going to be a sex slave? The feeling of sadness overwhelmed her as she felt complete defeat.
“Oh yes, and you are going to make a GREAT sex slave. Women like you are rare. Tall, physically fit, sexy, very pretty, BIG feet, and the most softest skin ever felt on a woman. I am sure you will fetch me a high price! It’s too bad though…I really did like you when you were Dorothy. But you just had to lie to me. Now you pay a price. Oh, want to know how I found out that you were lying?” Gloria teased.
“Please….don’t make me a….sex slave….” Darby cried out. Her mind was now truly comprehending her defeat. She felt a huge feeling of disappointment and her emotions were getting to her. She then looked up and saw Gloria get up out of her chair and walk over to the side of this large closet and then return holding what appeared to be a folded up newspaper. She saw Gloria sit down once again.
“Just think, you could have totally gotten away with your disguise. I adored you. I loved having sex with you and tickling you all over your sweet body. But I come to find out that you lied to me. I got that information from THIS!!!!” Gloria shouted as she then unfolded the newspaper and then placed it in front of Darby’s face.
Darby looked at the newspaper and what she saw crushed her. The newspaper was from Frankstown and it had a picture on the front page. In that picture was Madam Olivia being handcuffed and escorted towards a courthouse for her trial. Accompanying her were Frankstown police, but also Sheriff Dickerson of Plotsville and his Deputy. The picture showed Darby standing next to her Sheriff with a huge grin and beaming of pride. Darby didn’t realize a picture was taken of her as she was simply there with Sheriff Dickerson for Madam Olivia’s trial. She now hung her head in shame.
“Ah, recognize yourself huh? You naughty lying bitch! I figured out you were a deputy, I just didn’t know your name. So, you FAILED deputy! You may have been able to capture my friend Olivia, but as for me, you are just too weak and pathetic. Now, you will be a sex slave for the rest of your miserable life. Now, for your punishment for LYING to me, my lovely assistant Helga will……TICKLE…..YOUR…….FEET!!!” Gloria said with much satisfaction.
Darby went into shock as she heard Gloria’s threat. She couldn’t believe it! Even after confessing her identity, this woman still wanted to torture her! “PLEASE!! YOU CAN’T!!! NOT MUH FEET!!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MUH FEET!!” she screamed and then screamed in agony when she wretched her shoulder again. Her head then dropped, and she felt herself about ready to cry in frustration and humiliation.
Helga’s eyes went wide with glee as she now had the opportunity to tickle those perfect feet. She now knelt down between the trapped feet and stared at each one. She placed her right index finger on her lip, trying to decide which foot she wanted to tickle first. Should she go for the one that was just tickle ravaged and worshipped, or that first foot that hasn’t been tickled in a while? She decided to go for the right foot, the one that hasn’t been tickled recently. She took her right index finger and did a long, hard stroke down that sole. The foot spasmed and a huge grin formed on her face. She felt an erotic thrill flowing through her as she felt that skin on the sole for the first time. It was magnificently soft! That feeling of that foot was nothing like she ever felt before. She stroked her finger again and savored the feeling. She then gripped the foot with her left hand and then spider walked her right fingers up and down the sole. Her eyes were like a child’s eyes that just opened a Christmas gift as her fingers stroked their cruel path on that foot.
Darby was screaming once again as she felt those much stronger fingers on the bottom of her foot. Gloria’s tickling was horrible, but this much stronger woman really got her ticklish feelings in overdrive. Those fingers were now spider walking in her arch, and she didn’t know what she could do. Her foot was completely immobilized, and she just had to endure the tickling. She then looked at Gloria who was sitting back in her chair with a cruel smile on her face. “PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP!!! MAKE HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HER STAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!” she screamed in ticklish terror.
Gloria sat back and just enjoyed looking at the tortured look on Darby’s face. When she was tickling the feet, she couldn’t see her face. Now, she admired that face. It was sweaty and the sweaty hair was thrashing all over the place. She really loved how Darby’s eyes would bug out and she loved the sound of the shrill laughter and desperate pleas. Gloria knew she was watching a broken woman and it excited her. She then leaned forward and put her calm face into Darby’s panicked face. “You look like shit….hehehehe” she calmly said.
Helga continued to stroke that precious foot. Her fingers were enjoying the delicate sensitive skin and she now went after the heel. Sometimes a woman’s heel would be rough and calloused, but not this woman. Her feet were soft everywhere. It was as though they never ever touched the ground or walked. She then started to drill her finger directly into the arch and was surprised she heard screams of laughter instead of pain. “She really has unbelievably ticklish feet! I love this!! She has the best feet ever!!!” she thought to herself.
Darby started to convulse as the tickling once again was overwhelming her exhausted body. She just couldn’t take anymore tickling. That finger on her heel was driving her crazy, then she squealed as the finger now started to poke directly in her arch again and made a large kneading circle in that area. She didn’t know how much she could take this torment. Once again, she made eye contact with Gloria and started to plead with her eyes.
Gloria was truly enjoying seeing the look of desperation in Darby’s eyes. The feeling of breaking this deputy down, tormenting her beyond her limits and having her way with her was truly rewarding. She remembered how she ended up placing previous maids in this ring and selling them off. She loved seeing their terrified look as they realized they were going to be sex slaves. The only reason why she didn’t sell Bessie off was because her daughter Phoebe took a liking to her. She also admired the hard work Bessie brought every day to her home. Otherwise, she would have loved to sell her too. But this particular maid was extra special. Even though she was spied on, she did have great sexual interactions with Darby and her incredibly soft body was definitely going to be a pleasant memory. What also gave her a thrill was that she captured and broke the same deputy that took down her friend, Olivia Swanson. Gloria knew she was superior to Olivia and this moment proved it further. Her eyes then looked further down, and she saw those hanging tits, with the pink nipples that were surprisingly still stiff. She decided she wanted to play with them for a little while.
Helga continued her arch torment and was still mesmerized about the texture of the foot. Now, she wanted to play with the ball of the foot. She then moved her fingers down and use the very tips of the fingers to drum along that part of the foot and then felt that foot trembling in her hand. Her fingers were tapping along, and she noticed the toes started to wiggle. Soon, she was going to attack those toes and knew they were off the charts ticklish. But for now, she continued to drum on the ball of the foot and tried to see if she could made Darby pass out.
Darby continued to wail away in ticklish agony as she felt those fingers still touching the ball of her foot. She really wanted all this to stop. She was beyond exhaustion at this point and the tears just flowed. No one had every pushed her beyond this limit before and now she was truly in tickle Hell. Through her tear soaked eyes, she could see Gloria getting up from her chair and walking towards her. She then gasped in terror as she saw Gloria’s hands reach forward, then feeling her breasts being squeezed. Was this woman really going to make her lose all her sanity? How much more physical punishment could she endure? Feelings of arousal started to flow through her as her nipples were now being lightly flickered and teased.
“You like that don’t you? Your face lools like hell and I am sure you are losing your mind, but your nipples love my touch. How horrible must it feel to feel horny, but also being made to lose your mind because you are so ticklish!” Gloria said as her fingers felt the stiff nipples between them. She looked into Darby’s eyes, and she could tell this woman was now completely under her control. She knew the body was going to respond to whatever she wanted as Darby’s mind was surely gone. “You know, I will miss you in a way. We had such a great time together. I know how soft you are, and I love it. Your sweet pussy, these sexy nipples, and those feet of yours. Yes, I am really going to miss those tender feet of yours. You mind if I call you tenderfoot? You are supposed to be this tough deputy and you are nothing but a tenderfoot hehehe” Gloria teased.
Darby felt an incredible amount of shame at this moment. She was beaten. There was no other way to describe this moment. She also felt completely humiliated as she was once again being called “tenderfoot”. This was the second time in her life she was called that. Her mind flashed back to when La Diabla called her that when she was strung up in that barn and suffered as well. She was also frustrated as her body was feeling the high arousal as her nipples were being played with. Her body was doing its own thing and she couldn’t do anything about it.
Helga now focused in on those meaty toes of Darby’s right foot. She used her fingers to tickle the undersides of them and found spots that were very sensitive as the toes tried to clench. She used her strong hands to pry the toes opened and then used that same hand to perform a hard slap on the bottom of the foot. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Helga struck the foot 3 hard times, and she heard some sounds of pain coming from Darby. Then she went right back to the toes, this time going into the toe crevices. She first invaded the toe crevice between the big toe and index toe and drilled the tip of her finger deep into the crevice.
Darby’s mouth was wide open but now no sounds came out as she was into the silent laughter phase. That intense ticklish feeling blew her nervous system away and it was horrible for her. That finger was very strong and digging into the crevice really tickled her. Then when the finger was removed from the crevice, she took a deep inhale as though she just came out of the water and tried to fill her lungs with air. Then she went into silent laughter again as she felt the finger go into the next crevice, between her index toe and middle toe. Her body was trembling again as her sense were completely overwhelmed. She started to feel light headed again, and she prayed for the blackness to finally put her out of her misery.
Gloria could see Darby about to pass out and she smiled. “Helga, stop the torture. I think she is about to die. Hahahaha” she laughed.
Helga looked up and then pulled her finger out of the crevice. Her own adrenaline was flowing and she wanted to get back to those toes! “She’s not dead yet, I want to finish what I started….”
“You will. But I think she has had enough now. She is completely broken. I want to give her a rest before we resume tormenting her again. We can’t kill her because we still have to sell her….” Gloria told her.
“Da, she does need some rest time. But I want to torment her again. I never touched feet like this before. I want to keep going! Now imagine, imagine what would happen to her if I put The Cream on her feet…” Helga teased.
“Ah yes, Priscilla told me about The Cream. She says this substance would break any woman’s will and make them completely docile and obedient. I think I would like a demonstration….” Gloria requested.
“Da, it would be my pleasure. Let’s not do it here. Let me demonstrate it in front of you and Priscilla and in front of everyone else. Just so the rest of the slaves could see that there is no escape. Not even a Deputy can save them and that deputy will be a sex slave too. It would send such a great message..” Helga told her.
“Yes…Yes, I like that. I hope you slather it all over her BIG feet. I want to make sure Deputy Darby Reeves never has free will ever again…hehehe. Now, let’s take her down and put her in the cage. You did very well Helga. I will see to it you get a bonus for your assistance…” Gloria smiled.
“Spasibo! Thank you for your generosity. I will take her down to the cages…” Helga said as she stood up and went over to poor Darby’s arms. She took out a small pocketknife from her boot and started to cut away at the ropes. Once they were cut, she freed Darby’s wrists and let the helpless, exhausted woman lay face first on the crate that was beneath her, the ass still in the air.
Darby felt relief in her arms as they were now free. Her exhausted face rested on its right side on the crate, and she felt the wonderful feeling of no more pain in her shoulders and arms. Her ass was still in the air, and she could feel ropes around her ankles being cut. Now she felt no more ropes on her body, and she continued to breathe freely. She was happy she was no longer tied up. She felt so tired right now and was happy her torment was over. She did hear something about a cream, but her mind was not comprehending anything at this moment.
Gloria watched Darby’s body get free and she smiled. “Take her below. I think I will get some breakfast. Today is going to be a good day. Tomorrow will be even better as this pathetic bitch may be sold off to the buyer. I will definitely recommend her..haha” Gloria said. Right before she left the closet, she rolled up that old Frankstown newspaper and swatted Darby’s head with it. She wanted to put in one last blow before she exited the closet.
Helga then scooped Darby’s limp body from the crate and then laid her on the ground. She then went over to a corner of the closet and pulled out a haysack, the same kind that all of the slaves wore. She dropped the haysack on Darby’s body, then nudged the heap of flesh with her boot. “Put that on and the slippers too. We have to protect those tender feet of yours. I had to get men’s size slippers as you do have big feet. Now, PUT IT ON!” she demanded.
Darby could barely move as she felt her body getting nudged. She slowly managed to get to her knees and looked at the haysack. She looked up at the towering figure of Helga with pleading eyes as she did not want to wear that sack. “C-can I wear some clothes?” she mumbled.
“PUT THAT SACK ON NOW!!! Or I will tickle your feet….” Helga threatened.
Darby then lowered her head and then started to put the sack on. She felt the itchy fabric on her sweaty body and then she sat down and saw the large slippers next to her. She carefully slid them on her feet and now looked at Helga.
Helga smiled as she saw Darby in the haysack and slippers, then reached down with her hand, grabbed a handful of the red hair and pulled Darby up to her feet. Once her victim was standing, she did admire the fact that Darby was tall. She the hoisted Darby up over her right shoulder, Darby’s ass near her head and Darby’s head slumped behind her. She then started to walk out of the closet and started to head towards a secret set of stairs. She walked down those stairs carefully as Darby was heavier than the slaves she normally captured. Once she got to the second floor of the mansion, she then took the next flight down and made it to the 3rd level of the underground cavern, then took the next flight and was at the second floor of the cavern. She then made a left and started to head down the tunnel of the second floor. As she walked, she walked right by Cheyenne’s cage.
Cheyenne heard someone coming down the tunnel and she looked up. It was still early in the morning, and she expected some food. But no food came as she saw the massive woman Helga walking by, and her eyes caught what was being carried over the shoulder. It was Darby! It was the same red haired woman that she met the day before who told her she was going to be rescued! Her heart dropped as she realized that same rescuer was now in Helga’s clutches. She felt sad as her last remaining hope was now going to be a slave too. She sat back down on her cot and placed her head in her hands. Sadness washed over her, and her hopes were now diminishing.
Helga made it to the final flight of stairs and went down the steps one by one. She made it to the ground floor and carried poor Darby past the main part of the cavern and towards the first floor cell. This cell was used as the holding cell for women that were going to be tormented in front of everyone else. Once she arrived, she put Darby down and held her up as Darby was staggering on her feet. She opened the cage door and then shoved Darby inside. As she saw Darby fall down, she laughed. She then closed the cage door and headed back towards the stairs. She was looking forward to playing with Darby again and she was going to use one of her favorite toys, The Cream.
Darby slowly got up off the floor and crawled over to the cot that was there. She lifted her tired body onto the cot and laid down. She was so exhausted at this point. She felt shame, humiliation, her body was still tingling from the torture she went through, yet she still felt some arousal in her body. Her mind started to recall the events that took place this morning. When she woke up, she was Dorothy Watkins, a maid. Then she was lured to Gloria’s bedroom, knocked out, tied up, and tickled tortured worse than she ever was before. What made this so much worse was her big opportunity, an assignment given to her from the United States Department of Justice just blew up on her as she was forced to admit who she really was, and what her mission was. Then even after admitting it, she was still tortured. Now she was in a haysack and slippers and was going to be a demonstration of some sort later today, and then tomorrow sold off as a sex slave. Tears once again filled her eyes as she realized her entire life’s fate was just sealed and this is how her career and life will end. As a sex slave somewhere in the world. This was her greatest defeat and she wondered how she was going to get out of this predicament. She felt like a failure as those other women will be sold as well.
MEANWHILE….ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF SANTA SELENA
La Diabla carefully made her way towards the town of Santa Selena. She was carefully walking down the roads and hiding whenever she could. Her face was focused and determined as she had to find her friend. The thought of Cheyenne being kidnapped really touched her emotions. She felt an incredible amount of anger, so she had to steel herself in order to focus. She thought back to how she made it to this point. When she left the village of the Elu tribe, she left with Cheyenne’s best friend, Aleshanee. Aleshanee took La Diabla to the area where she and Cheyenne were assaulted and where Cheyenne was kidnapped. La Diabla looked around the area and asked Aleshanee for descriptions. The way she described the main assailant, La Diabla had to go find a woman that was extremely tall and extremely muscular. She thought maybe Aleshanee was exaggerating, but she did find a footprint in the dirt. It was a rather large foot print, much larger than her own foot when she placed her boot in that print. She felt some sadness in her body when she saw a basket full of berries laying on the ground. That was the basket that Cheyenne had. La Diabla thought about Cheyenne and how scared she must have been when she was kidnapped. She felt bad for the young woman because her innocent soul was now kidnapped twice in her life. She could imagine the look of terror in those eyes and the basket falling from her hand. La Diabla shook her head and looked at the surroundings.
One skill that La Diabla was very good at was being a tracker. She could track types of animals and humans from paying close attention to scenes where they were at. This was definitely a talent that El Guapo enjoyed as they were able to plan ambushes a lot better, or kidnap people they wanted for ransom. Now, she used her skills to try and find Cheyenne. She noticed the tracks went to a clearing when she discovered the second set of footprints. This confirmed there were two women, just like Aleshanee described. She also could tell there were horses involved as she saw hoof prints. She then followed the tracks where it could lead out of these woods. She looked over at Aleshanee who had a very frightened look on her face.
“Please!! You have to find Shikoba!” Aleshanee pleaded as her eyes started to swell up with tears. She felt guilt in her body as she was with Cheyenne when she was kidnapped and couldn’t help her. “It’s my fault!” she cried out, then turned her back to La Diabla so she could cry.
La Diabla placed her hand on her shoulder and leaned her head next to Aleshanee’s. “Listen, I will find Cheyenne. This is not your fault. Judging by these tracks and your descriptions, there was nothing you could do. They were deliberately after Cheyenne, and I am going to find out why…” she whispered.
“Y-you *sob* think so? But why her?” Aleshanee sobbed.
“I don’t know, but they didn’t take you. I am glad they didn’t, but it tells me they were after her specifically. Now, I want you to go back to the village. Tell everyone I picked up their trail and I promise I will bring Cheyenne back. Now go…” La Diabla told Aleshanee.
Aleshanee turned around and looked at La Diabla. She then lunged forward and gave her a hug. “Thank you…please find her…please make sure she is safe.” she said as her eyes started to well up again.
La Diabla was surprised by the hug, but she understood. She patted Aleshanee’s back and she hugged the young woman. “I will. Now, go back and be careful. I will bring her back…” she said. She then watched Aleshanee start to walk away from the woods and headed back towards the village. Now, she could use her skills and figure out where these kidnappers went. She wondered why they wanted Cheyenne, but in the end it wouldn’t matter. If they dare harm her friend, she was going to end them.
La Diabla snapped out of her memory and looked around. She managed to track the destination of the kidnappers to this small town that was close by the ocean. She could feel the ocean breeze and it blew through her hair. She looked around and started to see the citizens of the town milling around and she kept her eyes peeled. She did have her horse tied to a post just outside the city limits, and now she just wanted to blend in. Her black hat protected her head and face from the sun and she tried to determine which way the kidnappers went. Thinking about her own criminal history, she knew the kidnappers would go to a town for supplies, then move off to a remote location where they would keep their prisoner. La Diabla then saw a woman passing by and she stopped her. “Excuse me? I’m new to town and I need to get some supplies for my horse and my family. Can you tell me the nearest General Store?” she asked with a smile on her face.
“Oh hi! Well, welcome to Santa Selena!! I hope you enjoy your stay! Where are you from?” the lady asked, being polite to this “tourist”.
“Oh, I’m from Arizona and me and my husband wanted to come to California to start a new life. This does look like a pretty town so maybe we might stay here, but we are also wanting to check out San Diego.” La Diabla responded, playing up the part of a person looking for directions.
“Well, you can check out San Diego, but I really think you should give this place a try! Santa Selena is a beautiful city. We have a great city of people; we even have the affluent vacation near here. What’s your name?” the woman asked.
“Oh my name? My name is….” La Diabla didn’t expect to be asked what her name is, so she just blurted out the first name that popped into her head. “Francine! Nice to meet you…” she responded.
“Nice to meet you, Francine! Hopefully I will see you around and you stay longer. You seem like such a sweet lady. The General Store is right around that corner. You go down 5 buildings, and it will be on your right hand side. It should give you all the supplies you need. My name is Mildred! I hope you enjoy your stay!” Mildred said, then shook La Diabla’s hand and walked off.
La Diabla smiled as she saw the woman walk off. She then made her way to the corner, made a left and headed down the street. She then arrived at the General Store and before she went in, she looked at her surroundings. It was still early in the morning so not too many people were around. This was perfect. Now, she just had to find out if someone has seen a huge woman walking around and then maybe she could figure out where the kidnapper took Cheyenne. All she wanted to do was to rescue her and bring her back to her people. Even if it meant people being killed. She then took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand.
La Diabla then walked into the General Store and started to look around. She saw there were lots of supplies on shelves and it had a nice smell inside. As she walked through the aisles, she was paying attention to see how many people were in here. She noticed there was only one other customer, and the gentleman was at the counter paying for his supplies. Behind the counter was an average height, medium build woman who had long brown hair, and was wearing a short sleeve shirt, brown vest and could see the tops of the blue jeans. La Diabla figured she would ask this woman if she saw a tall, muscular woman which shouldn’t be too much trouble for the woman as there aren’t many tall, muscular women walking around in this part of the world. She waited for the customer to leave, and when she saw the man gather his things and starting to leave, she decided now was a good time to approach. There was no one else in the store now, but just these two. She passed by the man, tipped her hat as he passed by and then walked towards that counter. She made her way to the counter and looked at the woman standing there.
“Can I help you?” the woman behind the counter asked as she saw this beautiful woman in all black approaching her.
“Yes, I am hoping you can…” La Diabla started. She looked at the woman’s name tag and it read “Melissa”. She looked over this woman and she thought she was cute, but she could also tell she had a strong personality. “I was actually hoping you can tell me if you have seen a person recently. I have been looking for her as I owe her something.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of woman?” Melissa retorted. She looked this woman in front of her up and down and had a suspicious feeling about her. Even though she thought she was a beautiful woman, she knew she was not from these parts. She did not trust this woman at all.
“Well, my friend kind of sticks out. She is really tall, over 6 feet as a matter of fact…” La Diabla started to describe. Based off the size of the boot prints she saw, this woman had to be tall. Maybe even taller than her long lost friend Darby who was 6’1”. “She is also very muscular too. She could probably lift 5 horses! Hehe” La Diabla smiled as she tried to describe the kidnapper and being friendly about it. She did not want to appear to be a bounty hunter of some sorts.
“That’s a big woman you’re describing…” Melissa responded. She felt a wave of shock as she heard the description. She knew who this woman was describing. She was describing the Russian bounty hunter Helga! Melissa knew of Helga and her bounty hunter companion Svetlana as she would provide them supplies, including large quantities of food products at the mansion that was just off the bluff near the ocean. She was paid under the table by the Russians for giving them extra supplies without the General Store owner’s knowledge. Now, this stranger was asking about her and she knew anyone associated with Helga would not be asking.
“Yes, she is really big! Haha She has blond hair, and her physique is very muscular. I believe she was here recently…” La Diabla continued. She saw the look in Melissa’s eyes and recognized the signs of knowledge. She had to be careful because this woman may shut down, making her job harder. “You can’t miss her…”
Melissa’s eyes started to turn to slits as she listened to La Diabla further describe Helga. She knew it was time to shut this down. “I have no idea who you are talking about. So, unless you buy something, I suggest you leave this store Ma’am….” she said in a cold tone.
La Diabla could feel the tension in the air and this reaction from Melissa confirmed her own suspicions that this woman knew who the kidnapper was. Now, she had to get that information from this woman. “I hope I didn’t offend you….Melissa. I was just trying to find my friend…” she smiled.
“Well, your friend doesn’t exist around here. Now, like I said, I suggest you leave this store. I don’t see you wanting to buy something…” Melissa told her.
“Now now, no need to be hostile, I was just….” La Diabla started to say.
“I said, GET OUT!” Melissa yelled as she then pulled a shotgun from underneath the counter and pointed it at La Diabla’s chest. “Get out of the store now and if I were you, I would stop asking questions around here. We don’t like strangers coming to Santa Selena looking for tall women. Now get out, or I will blow those tits right off your chest!” she threatened, then cocked the gun.
“Ok…ok. I will leave. You sure have no manners…” La Diabla said, with a smile. She then turned around and headed towards the front door of the store. She turned her head once more and saw Melissa lowering the shotgun. She had a sly smile on her face, then left the store. She waited outside and stepped to the left, out of sight from the inside of the store. She then waited a moment, then peeked her head back inside and saw Melissa turn her back and head to the back room. La Diabla then slid back inside the store and flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” and closed the door. It was time to handle this woman and get the information she needed.
Melissa went to the back and wiped her brow. She didn’t know who that woman was, but since she was asking about Helga, she knew trouble was coming. She thought about somehow giving a warning to Helga that someone was looking for her. She thought about sending a message, but she wanted to wait until her co-worker showed up in about an hour. She then decided to go back out front so she could mind the store. She lifted a bag of seed and started to walk. Then as soon as she walked through the backdoor to get to the main floor, she got hit right between her eyes! She dropped the bag of seed, and she was completely disoriented. Then she felt a punch to her stomach and then got hit squarely in her jaw and she fell to the floor in a heap on her back. Her eyes were dazed and before she shut them, she saw someone standing over her. It was that same woman looking for Helga!
La Diabla stared at her victim and smiled. She was rather proud of herself as she landed some solid shots. Now, Melissa was out, and it was time to set her up so she could get the valuable information she needed. Now it was playtime! She grabbed Melissa’s ankles and started to drag the dazed woman to the back room. Once she got to the back room, she saw a desk and chair and figured that would do. She lifted Melissa off the floor and then sat her in the chair. She then located some supply rope and tied Melissa’s hands behind the back of the chair. She made sure the wrists were properly bound and then she lifted the woman’s booted feet off the floor and placed them on the desk. With more supply rope, she wrapped it around the woman’s thighs and her shins. Leaving one more strand of rope on the desk, she sat on the desk and smiled. This woman was now leaning back in the chair a little, as the desk was a little taller. The brown leather boots were on the desk, the ankles on the edge of the desk. La Diabla also tilted the chair back and supported it from falling by placing some wooden planks behind the chair. If she were to remove the planks, Melissa would fall backwards to the floor. Now, it was time for her victim to wake up. La Diabla didn’t have time to waste as poor Cheyenne might be getting hurt. She then did a few slaps to Melissa’s face.
Melissa started to come to as she felt these smacks on the side of her face. She shook her head and then her head fell backwards. She snapped her head back up and now she was starting to realize her predicament. Her eyes went wide, and she saw that face again! She tried to move her arms and realized she was tied up. “W-what happened?!! Where am I? Why am I tied up?” she blurted out as she then saw her legs tied and her booted feet resting on the desk.
“Well Melissa….I knocked you out, rather easily I might say. You are in the back room of the store, and I tied you up because you have information I want….” La Diabla replied to her questions. She then got into the woman’s face. “And you ARE going to give me the information I want. Because if you don’t, I just have to…….get it out from you in the most humiliating way..”
Melissa was in shock as this woman tied her up and threatened to torture her! She tried to get her hands free, but the ropes were tied perfectly. She also realized her chair was propped up and she could fall at any moment. “Um, please let me go! I don’t have information like I told you before! Who are you anyway?”
La Diabla had a grin on her face as she heard the panic in Melissa’s voice. She was going to enjoy this. “My name is not important right now. I really do suggest you tell me the truth Melissa. You see, a friend of mine is in danger and I will do anything to make sure she is safe. The woman I am looking for has something to do with my friend’s situation and YOU. WILL. TALK. TO. ME!” La Diabla said, poking Melissa’s chest with each strong word.
Melissa felt those strong pokes in her chest and could see the determined look in La Diabla’s face. But she really didn’t like this woman coming in, asking about Helga, then knocking her out tying her up. No matter what happened, she would not let this woman win! “Listen whoever you are! It is in your best interest to let me go! I am sorry to hear about your friend, but I have nothing to do with it and I know nothing. So let me go!” she demanded.
La Diabla smiled as she could hear some nervousness in the voice. She then walked behind Melissa, knelt down so now her head was next to Melissa’s, and she could whisper in her ear. “I know you’re lying, and I know you have LOTS to tell me. You see, I have ways of getting information out of people, especially women. So, I really suggest you decide to answer my questions honestly…” she threatened.
Melissa started to struggle in her bonds as she heard La Diabla’s warm breath in her ear. “Listen to me! I don’t know anything! If you let me go now, I won’t speak to the authorities that you are assaulting me! You do know that if you hurt me, you will go to jail!” she spat.
“Hmmmm… You’re so cute. You really don’t realize what I am capable of. I have ways of getting you to tell me things and no one would ever believe you. I have ways of…..touching…..a woman to give me what I want…” La Diabla whispered.
Melissa’s eyes popped open as she heard what La Diabla was telling her! She has ways? It involves touching her? Her mind started to spin as she then thought about how she would be touched! “W-what? Touching me? You’re n-n-not………gay are you???” she shuddered at the thought, yet felt a slight tingle between her legs.
“Am I gay? Hahaha interesting question. Well, I do LOVE touching a woman to make her feel good…” La Diabla whispered with a grin on her face. She then reached her hands around either side on Melissa and then planted her hands on each breast. She loved hearing the gasp from her victim and then gave the breasts a gentle squeeze and ran her thumbs over the nipples. She was delighted to know this woman was not wearing a bra and the nipples responded to her touch. “Mmmm…. I think someone likes my touch after all….”
Melissa was in pure shock! This woman came into her store, tied her up and was now groping her chest! She felt violated and helpless as she didn’t know what this woman was going to do to her. She was also surprised that her nipples were getting stiff. She had sexual relations with women before, but she was drunk and was lonely when they happened. “Let go of my breasts! Please…..” she murmured.
La Diabla did a slight giggle into Melissa’s ear then removed her hands. “I can be nice, but I can also be cruel. So, I suggest you tell me what I want to know, or I will be forced to touch you some more. I have ways of getting you to squeal. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Your choice…”
Melissa gulped as she heard the threat. She still had to play off that she had no idea who Helga was and somehow get out of this predicament. “I’m trying to tell you! I don’t know anything! You have to set me free! How would you like it if I tied you up and grabbed your breasts?! Especially if you don’t know anything???” she asked.
“Well, if you grabbed my breasts, it would be thrilling, just like how you feel right now. But, I have to get moving so, I think it is time for me to…..touch you….” La Diabla threatened. She then stood up and made her way over to the right side of Melissa and knelt down on the floor, facing Melissa’s face and right next to her stomach area.
“I’m going to scream! A customer will come in and you will be sorry!” Melissa screamed, trying one last desperate plea.
“Hahaha you silly woman…I closed the store door. It is just me and you. No one else will save you. Now, I know you will scream. I WANT you to scream, because I am really going to torture you…” La Diabla threatened then lightly ran her nails across the shirt covered stomach. She felt the stomach flinch and it delighted her. Just as she hoped, it seems as though Melissa was ticklish.
Melissa felt the fingers stroking across her stomach and she felt her muscles quiver. She felt tremors of ticklishness flowing through her and now it crossed her mind. Was this woman going to tickle her?? Now fear started to flow through her as she was extremely ticklish! Memories of tickle fights with her friends came back to her and she was usually the loser of those fights. She could not let this evil woman do that to her! Melissa had to prevent La Diabla from learning her weakness. “*grunt* stop touching me you lesbian!! Look, you don’t have to torture me *grunt*. I don’t *grunt* know anything!!” she grunted as each finger stroke made her pause.
“Something wrong? You seem kind of uncomfortable right now.” La Diabla teased as her index finger on her right hand made small circles on the belly area.
“*grunt* nothing *grunt* is wrong! I’m *grunt* trying to tell yoooooouuuuuuuu *grunt* that I don’t know *grunt* ANYTHING!!!!” Melissa spat back, doing her best to not break out into laughter.
“Now, one last chance. If you don’t tell me what I want to know then I will have to torture you. I won’t stop for a while either. Your last chance. Have you seen the woman I described?” La Diabla asked, now fluttering her fingers on the belly and she could feel the belly sinking, trying to avoid her touch.
“I-I- don’t *grunt* KNOW *grunt* any woman you *grunt* are describing! Stop *grunt* hehehe touching me!!!” Melissa shouted, even though she let a giggle slip out.
La Diabla had a wide grin as she heard that sweet giggle. “That’s too bad that you are refusing to cooperate with me. Now, I will ask you again, AFTER I torture you a bit to show you how serious I am..” La Diabla told her, then picked up a scarf and then tried to stuff it in Melissa’s mouth. She could see Melissa shutting her mouth, so she did a quick punch to the stomach which forced her to open her mouth, then she stuffed the scarf in there, and then used the loose ends to tie to the back of her head. She then got back in position, and she started to slowly lift up Melissa’s shirt, exposing her stomach. “Now, that should prevent you from attracting attention. I did notice something cute about you. It seems to me that you are………very……..ticklish. Oh, I am going to enjoy this. You have no idea how much!” she threatened.
Melissa groaned in her gag and now fear ripped through her body. She heard that she was going to be tickle tortured and now she couldn’t scream! She looked down at her belly and saw the shirt being slowly removed, exposing her skin. Those fingers tickling her stomach through the shirt was horrible. Now, this would be even worse! She started to grunt into her gag, trying to plead for mercy. But her words were not clear, and her eyes opened with fright as she saw wiggling fingers descending down towards her helpless belly.
La Diabla saw the panicked look in Melissa’s eyes and when her fingers got closer, she decided to have a little fun. “Looks like someone’s going to be ttttttiiiiiiccccckkklllleeeeddd!!!” she sang. Then her fingers got closer and closer, her own smile getting bigger and bigger as she absolutely loved using tickle torture. “When my fingers touch you, they will NEVER stop!” she threatened, then her fingers made contact. She lightly ran her fingers over the stomach muscles. And felt the ticklish skin quiver.
Melissa started to squirm then started to giggle under her gag as the ticklish sensations started to go through her body. She started to twist and turn, trying to move her belly away from the fingers and her ass nearly came off the chair. If her arms weren’t tied behind her back and her chair, she would have hit the ground. The ticklish sensations started to get more intense, and she was really in shock that this woman was going to use tickle torture to get her to talk. Her eyes started to go wide, and she looked at La Diabla who had a devilish grin on her face.
“Someone is sooooo ticklish! Kitchy kitchy koo!!!” La Diabla teased as she continued to stroke her fingers over the tender skin. She looked down at the flesh and absolutely loved the way it trembled under her touch. Her fingers would start at the top of the belly, then slowly move in a clockwise fashion, tickling along the left side of the stomach, then going towards the bottom of the belly right above the jeans and then creeping back up the right side to get to the top of the stomach area again. “tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle” she would recite as her fingers made multiple paths along the perimeter of the stomach. She always did enjoy teasing her victims.
Melissa continued to chuckle and giggle as she felt those fingers tickling all over her stomach. She continued to writhe her body but there was no escape from the fingers. She then dropped her head back and tried to focus on the ceiling. Maybe if she could focus on something else, the tickling wouldn’t be too bad. She continued to giggle, but she was trying to focus on a spot on the ceiling, doing anything she could to reduce the horrible sensations flowing through her. Then her head shot right back up as she now felt fingernails sliding across her stomach, which made the sensations so much worse!
La Diabla giggled as she saw Melissa’s head shoot right back up. She was using the tips of her nails across the belly and now she slowly dragged them down the belly, much like someone would rake their nails down a chalkboard. She watched her nails sliding along the flesh and little pink marks were forming on the pale skin. She noticed when she went through the center of the belly, the reactions got more pronounced. It told her that the belly button was probably going to be really sensitive. She then paused her hand on the belly and then tapped her nails on the skin. She looked up at Melissa’s eyes and saw the fear in them. “So, ready to talk yet?” she smiled.
“mmmmmmm!!! Mmmmmm!!” Melissa responded in her gag as she shook her head “no”! She wanted to plead her case that she didn’t know anything, but she couldn’t speak words clearly. She was tickled, but she wasn’t going to reveal anything to this evil woman.
“Awww…that’s too bad. I was really hoping you would tell me what I want to know, but I guess someone likes to be tickled! Hmmmm…maybe I need to teach you a lesson not to defy me..” La Diabla threatened, then took the tip of her index finger and started to slowly stroke the pad of that finger and circle it around the navel. She immediately felt a reaction from her prisoner and wanted to further torment her. The speed of her finger increased and now she was on the outside ridge of the navel.
Melissa’s eyes bugged out and now her head snapped back as she felt that finger tickling around her precious belly button. It tickled like hell and her body was reacting as such. She tried to move her legs, wiggle her body and even tried to get her arms free but she was trapped. The tickling sensations were now growing in intensity and for the first time, she was scared that she was truly going to be tortured. Even during her tickle fights, they didn’t last long, and she had a fighting chance to fight back. But now she was tied up and completely helpless. The finger on her navel was driving her crazy.
La Diabla continued to tickle the outside edge of that navel and she saw the sheer look of panic on Melissa’s face. Now, she decided to take it to the next level. She then placed the tip of her index finger in the navel and started to swirl it around, in a very slow manner, making sure she touched everywhere in this woman’s innie belly button. “I bet this REALLY tickles, doesn’t it?” she teased.
Melissa started to scream in her gag as her navel was invaded by the evil tickling finger of La Diabla. Her eyes looked down and saw that finger swirling in her belly button and the sensations overwhelmed her. Even with the scarf gag in her mouth, her laughter was very pronounced, and her body started to writhe around. She then made eye contact with La Diabla and what she saw frightened her. She saw a look of joy in her tormentor’s eyes, as though she was relishing this opportunity to torture her. This frightened her because if she enjoyed it, it meant she was going to continue to inflict the torture for as long as she liked. Her tormentor wouldn’t grow impatient with tickling her and just make her suffer. That finger was digging deeper and deeper into her belly and the feeling was so intense she thought she could possibly pass out from this. She closed her eyes and just wailed away underneath her gag.
La Diabla just couldn’t help but grin. She definitely was enjoying this moment as she saw Melissa laughing uncontrollably at this point. She continued to drive her finger all around that navel, finding all the sweet spots. She then pulled her finger out and waited. She wanted to wait for Melissa to calm down a little so she could see the look in her eyes. If she saw the look of desperation, then she would get some answers. Melissa’s head was slowly starting to come forward and she noticed the woman was breathing heavier. She turned her eyes to slits and smiled a devious grin. “You really could make this easier for both of us…Just answer my questions honestly, I will let you go, and I will leave. You won’t have to go through this torture. So, ready to tell me things?” she asked.
Melissa heard those words and she saw the look of malice on La Diabla’s face. She still couldn’t believe she was in this predicament. She started to shake her head “no” in disbelief as she was being tickled. She didn’t even hear what La Diabla said as she was trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and saw La Diabla shaking her head.
“Still defiant huh? Well, I guess I just have to try to persuade you more…” La Diabla said with glee then jammed her finger back into the navel and then used her other hand to squeeze and stroke the upper part of the stomach. She absolutely loved the way Melissa started to thrash her body as her fingers did their dirty work. Her left hand did the squeezing on the stomach flesh, her right index finger swirling and digging into the sensitive belly button, and she could hear the ticklish screams within that gag, and it reminded her when she tormented Priscilla about a week ago. Interrogation by tickling was always fun and this woman was sure to break soon. She turned her head to the left and looked at Melissa screaming into her gag, her eyes were bulging, and even a vein started to form on her forehead. She loved how the skin started to turn red as her victim was reacting to the horrific tickling that was taking place.
Melissa continued to laugh hard as she felt those hands and fingers tickle assaulting her belly. She then started to shake her hair wildly and her long brown hair was starting to become a mess. She shut her eyes and tried to crunch her belly, but then she would tremble and shake, her eyes would pop right back open, and she continued to laugh freely into her gag. She never felt so helpless in her life as the tickling continued. She did wish she could beg for mercy, and she grunted in her gag trying to say that word, “mercy”.
La Diabla could hear Melissa trying to grunt and scream out a word and she figured it was the word “mercy”. That delighted her because it meant that she was starting to break her down. She just had to make sure she drove the point home that the tickle torture was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. She then removed her finger from the navel and used both hands to squeeze the belly, causing her victim to scream more. “I love ticklish bellies…..” she cooed as her fingers continued their cruel motion. The belly was not firm and had some flab to it, but it felt nice on her fingers. She continued to knead that belly like it was dough and continued to inflict as much tickle torment as she could. Then, she gave a few more squeezes then stopped. She turned her head to look at Melissa’s face and she absolutely loved the sight of seeing a prisoner gasping for air after receiving some torture. “Now, ready to talk to me?”
Melissa heard La Diabla and she looked at her tormentor’s face. She needed to rest for a little bit and tried to recover. She then nodded her head “yes” as she did not want to be tickled right now. She grunted as she saw La Diabla stand up and lean towards her head. She felt the scarf coming undone from her head and then the scarf came out of her mouth. It felt nice to feel more air coming into her mouth as she could finally speak! “T-thank you..I couldn’t stand that….” she groaned.
La Diabla snickered at that response then place her left hand under Melissa’s chin. She lifted the chin so she could stare into Melissa’s eyes. She could see she was wearing her down, but she wasn’t desperate just yet. “So, ready to answer my questions?” she asked.
“W-what questions do you want to ask?” Melissa responded, still trying to get that valuable oxygen into her lungs.
“Now is not the time to be cute with me. I suggest you answer this next question, or I will have to do very mean, ticklish things to you…” La Diabla threatened.
“Why do you want to tickle me?? Leave me alone! I never did anything to you!” Melissa screamed back.
“Well for starters you DID point a gun at me earlier. Then when I asked you very important questions, you blew me off. I hate that. I am looking for my friend and I will do ANYTHING to find her. So, have you seen a tall, muscular, blond woman walking around her lately?” La Diabla asked.
“That is no reason to torture me! How about you let me go, and maybe we can go find this woman together?” Melissa said, trying to stall. She hoped she could be set free, then perhaps turn the tables on La Diabla.
La Diabla could only shake her head. She then started to pick up the scarf again. It was time to put it back in and continue to torture Melissa. “You foolish bitch….” she laughed as she stuffed the scarf back into the surprised mouth of Melissa and started to tie it behind her head.
Melissa’s eyes popped open in shock as she felt the scarf being tied around her head again as she tried to comprehend what just happened. Then she looked at La Diabla walking back towards her belly area and fear started to go through her. She watched the woman in black kneel down by her midsection again and now she made eye contact.
“Do you think I was born yesterday? I know when someone is stalling. You sure are pathetic! Now, I guess I will have to teach you a lesson. If you thought you got it bad before, wait till you get a load of this!” La Diabla threatened as she then lifted her hands and placed each on each ribcage of Melissa and started to squeeze into them and knead the flesh. She was rewarded with an immediate ticklish reaction and she loved it!
Melissa shrieked as loud as she could within the gag as her tender ribs were being assaulted. She could feel those fingers kneading directly on the ribcage and it sent ticklish tremors throughout her body. She always had very sensitive ribs and one time when a lover tickled her ribs, she threw a hard right cross and almost knocked the guy out. But now her hands were tied behind her and there was nothing she could do to protect her ribs from being tickled. She continued to scream in ticklish agony as the fingers probed her ribs.
La Diabla continued tickling the ribs and found a particularly ticklish spot on the bottom of the right rib cage and she took full advantage of that knowledge. She used her thumb and index finger to squeeze that rib and she loved how the body would jerk around, trying to get away from her hand. She laughed as the body tried to twist away and lean towards the chair, which exposed her left side. She then used her other hand to attack the same spot on the left ribcage, which made the body start to turn that way. Now she tickled the ribs with both hands at the same time. She could see the hips writhing, the look of anguish on the face, but she also loved the pink spots forming on the pale skin of the ribs. “You should have answered my question….” she sang as she continued the lower rib assault.
Melissa continued to scream in agony as the tickling was getting more intense. She felt those fingers pressing into her lower ribs and it was absolutely agonizing. She once again started to shake her head, her hair flying all over the place as she tried to endure the tickling feeling. She also felt some frustration as she was completely helpless to fight back, and she just couldn’t get herself free. She even tried kicking her legs, but with upper thighs tied and her shins tied together, she really couldn’t kick. Now, she tried bouncing in the seat and that actually caused La Diabla to stop tickling her. Melissa felt the hands release off her ribs and she started to calm down. She was breathing heavy, and she also felt her body getting hot. She looked up and say La Diabla looking right back at her with a sarcastic look. Now, she felt anger rising up because this woman was humiliating her with tickle torture. She wanted to be free so she could get her revenge!
“I only stopped because I want to want to warn you. The only reason you are not laying on your back on the ground are two wooden planks being used as leverage to keep your chair from falling. But, if you want to keep bouncing like that, you are going to make those planks fall. If they fall, YOU fall and if you fall, you will probably break both arms. So, I would hold still if I were you…..” La Diabla told her as she then started to laugh. The look on Melissa’s face was amusing as her victim realized her predicament. “Here, let me show you….” She said as she stood up and walked behind Melissa. She looked at the two planks of wood, holding up the back of the chair and were at a 45 degree angle, anchored by two large crates that were in this back office. She then started to loosen one of the planks and the chair started to move. She dropped the plank and then held up the chair which almost fell to the side.
Melissa went into a panic as she felt the chair becoming very unstable and could feel herself falling backwards. She felt completely helpless and the thought of landing on her arms behind the chair scared her. She started to grunt and whimper in a panic, hoping she didn’t fall! Then she heard the other plank hit the floor and now she was completely being held up by La Diabla. Then she shrieked in terror as her chair dropped backwards, heading towards the floor! Then she felt her body jolt as the chair stopped before hitting the floor and she heard a diabolical laugh behind her.
“hahahahaha! Thought you were about to fall huh? Now you better believe what I say. Now, hold on while I get these planks back up…” La Diabla laughed then grunted a little as she reached down the ground and grabbed a plank. Now using her knee and leg to balance the chair, she placed the plank back in position, then leaned down to get the other plank, then put it in place. Once she got it balanced, she then walked back towards the vulnerable midsection. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, your ticklish ribs!” she laughed.
Melissa started to squeal in panic as she realized she was about to be tickled again. Her muffled, “uuuuhhh uhhhhh” got louder as she did not want to be tickled again. Terror filled her mind as the thought of being tickled was too much. She was also afraid that she was going to fall. She watched La Diabla’s hands getting closer to her ribs, and she took in a deep breath which made her belly sink. She watched in horror as the fingers getting closer and closer and then……contact!!!!
La Diabla loved the reaction she got when her fingers made contact once again with those delicate, sensitive ribs. Her fingers kneaded into the crevices of the ribs, pulling out the worst kind of laughter. She did notice that Melissa was not jerking her body as much, which meant she took the threat of falling backwards more seriously. It was perfect for her as she could just go after those ribs and not have to “chase” them as her body writhed. Her eyes looked at her targets on the ribs and went after them with joy. She started to move up the rib cage, getting closer to the outside edges of the breasts. Because the shirt was pulled up to expose the bare skin, all she had to do was lift the shirt one more time and she would see the naked breasts. La Diabla cocked her head and figured, “why not?”. She then stopped her rib tickling and grabbed the edge of the shirt with both hands and with a quick tug, she lifted the shirt up off the breasts and rested it on top of the cleavage. She cocked her eyebrow as she stared at the bare breasts, which were about a size C, had a nice round shape and the nipples were a light brown. They looked rather nice. She then looked up at Melissa’s face and saw the look of pure shock. She loved this moment.
Melissa was in complete shock as her breasts were bared! Her tits were now exposed and she felt a wave of humiliation flow through her. This woman tied her up and now exposed her breasts! She groaned in shame as she was being humiliated. She looked up and saw the wicked gleam in her tormentor’s eyes. Now she started to whimper in shame, wishing her shirt could be brought back down.
“Awww…someone’s feeling a little embarrassed huh? Well you shouldn’t be!! You have some VERY nice titties! Very impressive! I think I will just let them breathe for a bit while I tickle these ribs…” La Diabla taunted as she started at the breasts. She then stood up, lifted the shirt more and pulled it over Melissa’s head and let it rest on the back of her neck, which left the breasts completely exposed and the shirt would not fall back down. She heard the soft whimpers and now she felt more in control. Breaking her victim down was increasing and soon she would get the information she wanted. She knelt back down, and started to tickle the ribs again, skittering her nails up and down each cage and smiled as she saw the nude breasts jiggling around. “Tickle tickle tickle….look at those tits bounce! Bounce for me!! Tickle tickle tickle!” she teased.
Melissa started to laugh and now she really felt humiliated as the tickling sensations ripped through her and she saw her breasts jiggling away. This seemed to delight her tormentor a lot and she really felt embarrassed. She couldn’t help but laugh as the rib tickling was getting severe, but she wanted her shirt to cover her again. The embarrassment was worse to her as she was a modest person in public. She could be wild in bed but that was with a lover and in private. Now, here at her place of work, her breasts were out in the open and another woman was tickling her. She lowered her head in shame as she continued to laugh hysterically into her gag.
La Diabla absolutely enjoyed tapping and scrabbling her nails all over those exposed ribs. She also enjoyed watching those nice breasts jiggle around and it was kind of mesmerizing. She looked up at Melissa and she could see the absolute humiliation on her face. She then decided to really put the fear of embarrassment in her as she now took the tips of her fingers and lightly tickled underneath the jiggling breasts. That caused a major reaction from her victim!
Melissa’s head snapped up and she looked at La Diabla with absolute shock! Did this woman actually just tickle her breasts? The skin under her breasts were incredibly sensitive and now she was going to be tickled there?? Melissa started to shake her head “no” slowly as her eyes started to plead with her captor. She did not want to be tickled on her breasts! She whimpered the words “please don’t” over and over again, muffled in the gag. The look on her tormentor’s face really frightened her.
“Awww….someone has ticklish titties huh? Well now, I may have to explore them…” La Diabla teased. She then stood up and loosened the gag from Melissa’s head and pulled the scarf out of her mouth. She then stood there, folded her arms and tapped her boot on the ground. “Seems like you are a tad bit embarrassed with your sexy tits hanging out, am I right? Haha GOOD! I want you to be. You see, I intend to get the information I want out of you by any means necessary. I could just cut your tits off, but I think tickling them is a LOT more fun for me and you….” she teased. She then took a step back and reached her hand back to the table and caressed the tied up right shin. “Oh yes, I intend to do so many ticklish things to you. I love watching you squirm. I love watching those tits jiggle! Maybe I should use my tongue on you. Would you like that?”
Melissa couldn’t believe what she just heard. She wanted to use her tongue? On her breasts!! For some reason her nipples responded to it with delight, but her mind was shocked. “W-why are you doing this to me? You have completely humiliated me…Can you cover me? Please?” she whimpered.
“I could, but I don’t want to. I like seeing a woman’s tits jiggling around as I tickle torture her….” La Diabla responded with a smile.
“Please.. you have to stop tickling me. It is TORTURE!! Please, just let me go….” Melissa begged.
“You haven’t answered my question yet. I told you, if you answer me, I will let you go. In a way I hope you continue to be difficult because tickling you is starting to become a lot of fun for me. I love this…” La Diabla teased.
“But, but why tickle me? Don’t you know how horrible it is to be tickled against your will? I can’t stand it and now you embarrass me by exposing my breasts? This is too much! It is torture! How would you like it if I had you tied up? How would you like it if I exposed your breasts? How would you like it if I tickled you all over?” Melissa whined. Then she started to think about what would happen if she did have La Diabla tied down. Her mind had a quick flash about having this beautiful woman tied down and at her mercy. How she would tickle her all over and listening to her laugh in horror. A tinge of arousal flowed through her as she imagined what her captor’s breasts would look like and how she would tickle them in pure revenge as well as other spots such as the stomach, the underarms and, maybe even her feet. Now that would be interesting. Tickling this woman to an inch of her life in pure revenge. Her eyes quickly glanced down and looked at the boots of La Diabla. Then she looked back up, hoping for mercy.
“Why tickle you? Let me put it this way to you. Would you rather have me put my knife into your limbs, cutting your flesh? Probably not. Besides, humiliation seems to work very well. Oh, and tickling me wouldn’t work. I am not ticklish first of all and second, you wouldn’t get the chance to try. Now, I think I will humiliate you a little more. I LOVE watching your breasts jiggle, so let’s keep that going. How about I tickle your feet? I wonder if they are sensitive….” La Diabla threatened as she then sat down on the edge of the desk and lifted Melissa’s booted feet in her lap. She then patted the boots and looked at the sheer look of terror in Melissa’s face. “I think you know that a woman’s feet can be very…..very…..very sensitive. I bet yours are right?” she teased.
Melissa felt all the blood leave her face as she stared at her boots in La Diabla’s lap. Her legs were tied so she couldn’t kick free and she felt herself leaning back. Panic was starting to set in because she knew how ticklish her feet were. “N-no! You wouldn’t??? You wouldn’t dare!” she stuttered in fear. She felt nervous as she saw the outlaw’s hands caressing her leather boots.
“Hmmmm….someone sounds kind of ticklish on her feet. Can you imagine what will happen to you when I take these boots off? Can you imagine when I see your barefeet? I bet your feet are a glimpse into your soul, and I will gaze at your sole. Get it? Soul and sole?” La Diabla laughed at her own pun. She then reached down and started to tug at the top of the boot and pulled the boot. The boot started to slide down the leg and she was savoring this moment. “This boot is coming off and I bet what is inside this boot is going to be very sensitive to my nails…..” she teased.
Melissa watched in horror as her boot was sliding off her foot. She scrunched her toes trying to keep the boot on, but with a tug, she felt the boot leave her foot and now her sock covered foot was exposed. She then watched as her boot was tossed over La Diabla’s shoulder like a piece of trash. “Come on now….Please don’t do this. Please put my boots back on!! How would you like it if I took your boots off???!! I bet you have ticklish feet too! What if I tickled your feet?! I am begging you now…PLEASE!!! And cover my chest!!!”
“Hahaha. My boots will stay on. You sure do seem concerned…..Your feet are a bit sensitive huh? Well, I will give you a chance to avoid a really ticklish situation. You have one chance, don’t blow it…” La Diabla offered then quickly removed the other boot, tossed it over her shoulder and leaving Melissa in her socked feet. She then took the feet out of her lap and placed them back on the desk. She then got off the desk and made it close to Melissa’s upperbody. She looked at the naked breasts and then looked into Melissa’s eyes. She loved the look of fear in those eyes. “Now, have you seen a tall muscular woman around this town?” she asked with an evil grin.
Melissa froze as she heard the question again. Now, she had a decision to make. Does she protect Helga, or does she endure what was sure to be an intense foot tickle torture? She started to get really nervous as she stared into La Diabla’s eyes and knew this woman was going to unleash tickle hell. She knew exactly how sensitive her feet were as she allowed no one to touch them. She could feel her face getting red and hot. Her heart started to race as she realized what she had to do. She knew what Helga was capable of. “Im….trying….to tell you….I don’t know any tall woman…” she gulped.
La Diabla shooked her head in disappointment, but then a smile formed on her face. She was about to have some fun. She then reached her hands forward and placed the scarf back in Melissa’s mouth. She had to fight to do it as Melissa clamped her lips shut, but she simply held her nose to force her to open her mouth and once it was, she stuffed the scarf in, then tied the scarf on the back of her head. She then walked back over to the desk and placed Melissa’s socked feet in her lap. She then winked at Melissa and could see the fear. “That was the wrong decision…Now, I know it is still early in the morning, but I bet your feet are already tired. I think getting those boots off will soothe your poor feet. I know when I take these socks off, your feet will feel SO much better….” she teased. La Diabla then started to reach under the right jeans leg and found the top of the dirty white sock. She started to slowly pull it down until she could see the pale skin of the ankle and top of the foot. She then slipped the sock off the heel and saw the pale skin of the heel, which delighted her. She then looked at Melissa’s face and saw the pure fright in those eyes.
Melissa felt her sock come off her heel and now her heart started to race. Her foot was getting exposed and there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t even flinch her foot because that would only aid in the removal of her sock. She saw more of her skin on the top of the foot getting exposed and she could feel the nervous thumps of her heart as the sock made it to her toes and soon, they were exposed! She stared at her long toes being exposed, her unpolished nails were in her focus. Her toes reflexively wiggled and she got more frightened. Then Melissa gasped as she now felt her left sock being removed. Soon, she was going to be completely barefoot. For some reason, having her feet naked felt more embarrassing than having her breasts out.
La Diabla had some excitement in her eyes as she removed the right sock, now she was pulling the left sock off the foot. The sock slowly came off the foot and then finally, it was off the toes. Her own excitement started to grow as she now stared at the barefeet of this shop keeper. She saw the toes wiggling and she smiled. She could see the unpolished nails and noticed how long the toes were. They were not bony or crooked, they had a nice shape to them. When she took the boots off, she noticed the shoe size was a 9. She then turned her attention to the soles of the feet. The feet were narrow and had a very high arch. The skin was pale and had some slight wrinkles in that arch. The heel had slight callouses on the edges and the ball of the foot had some tough skin, but overall, the feet had a softness to them. She then reached down and grabbed the last strand of rope and tied the ankles together to prevent Melissa from kicking her feet. Once she got the ankles tied, she then looked down at Melissa. “Now, since you LIED to me and didn’t give me the answer I wanted, so you leave me no choice but to……tickle…..your feet…” she teased.
Melissa’s adrenaline spiked as she heard the threat once again and the worst part was, she couldn’t even beg her to stop with this scarf in her mouth. From her vantage point, she couldn’t see La Diabla’s hand, but her foot definitely felt it. She gasped as she felt a finger on her right heel and felt that finger starting to slide into her arch. Her foot started to flinch, trying to bat away that finger but it didn’t go away! The finger continued its path into her arch and the ticklish sensations started to get more intense. A giggle came out her mouth and then they giggles started to flow more. The sensation in her foot only got worse and she knew she was going to explode in laughter!
La Diabla looked and felt the foot flinching around, but it didn’t break her ability to stroke her finger into that high arch. The skin there felt incredibly soft as it must have never touched the ground. It kind of reminded her of Darby, not as soft as hers, but could put up a competition. She knew this was a sensitive spot as she saw Melissa’s head falling back and her tits were bouncing around as the tickling sensation increased. She then took her finger and traced it along the instep, which forced Melissa’s head to snap back up and she saw the eyes bugging out. La Diabla absolutely loved these types of reactions. Tickling feet was definitely one of her favorite things to do and seeing Melissa react this way felt good for her own soul. Her finger then made it further into the cavern of the arch, headed towards the outside edge of the foot and then moved downwards as though she was going to touch the outline of the arch area. The best part was, she was only using the pad of her finger, not the nail. A fun thought crossed her mind as her nails weren’t very long, but long enough for someone to feel it. “Maybe I should grow them out longer…” she thought as she giggled at Melissa’s reaction already.
Melissa started to scream into her gag as her arch was very sensitive! Because it was a high arch, that skin was very delicate and rarely touched unless she bathed them. Now that sensitivity was going to be pushed and the sensations only got worse. She closed her eyes and her head fell back as that cruel finger continued to trace along the outline of her arch. Even flinching her foot did not help all the way as the finger simply followed her foot. That actually surprised her, she started to wonder if this woman was a professional foot tickler or something. Then a squeal escaped her lips as she felt the finger now using its nail on her skin. The feeling was INTENSE!! Now she started to try and twist her body, trying to get her feet away.
La Diabla let out a laugh as she saw the reaction that Melissa was giving once she used her fingernail on that delicate arch. “Wow!! Someone is REALLY ticklish on her arch! My nail tickling you really bad huh?” La Diabla teased. She then took the ankles and “straightened” Melissa’s body again, now she was staring at the upturned soles. It absolutely delighted her to see the feet trembling as this torture was just beginning. She then started to trace the tip of her right index fingernail from the bottom of the ball of the foot and headed right back into the delicate arch.
Melissa felt those shocks of ticklish electricity ripping through her. That cruel nail on her arch was very intense and she could feel it move centimeter by centimeter through her arch. She started to scream louder in her gag as the nail was now getting closer to the highest point in her arch. The nerves in that part were extremely sensitive and this made her head whip backwards and then she started to shake her head vigorously, her hair now starting to fly wildly as that evil nail tortured her. She then used her left foot to try and protect the poor foot and it made the nail move away. She then started to move her feet back and forth, one foot covering the other to do her best to protect the bottoms of her feet.
La Diabla laughed as she saw the wildly wiggling feet trying their best to protect one another. She then nodded her head in a manner where she figured something out and then used her left hand to grasp both big toes of Melissa’s feet and held them together. This effectively prevented Melissa from covering her feet with each other. She smiled as she felt the feet trying to free themselves, but she had a firm grip on those toes. “Keep these feet still!! I am going to torture you!” she teased. Now that the feet were immobile, she then used her nail on the vulnerable left foot and immediately went into the arch.
Melissa screamed like a banshee as she felt that nail now tickling her left foot. It felt absolutely horrible to her and now both her feet were attacked. Never in her life has she ever had her feet tickled this long before. If someone ever tickled her there, it only lasted a moment. Now, this was a deliberate attempt to make her go insane. Her weak spot was her arches and even when she washed her feet, she could feel how sensitive they were. Now, this woman was trying to torture her, and she was helpless. She shut her eyes and just laughed. Just pure, uncontrollable laughter. Her head dropped and she just laughed.
La Diabla loved seeing Melissa’s head drop and she enjoyed those sounds of muffled laughter. She knew it wouldn’t be long before this woman would tell her anything she wanted. She knew this woman knew more than she was admitting, and it was going to be a thrill to break her. She was thinking about Cheyenne and wondered if she was somewhere, scared out of her mind. That thought fueled her desire to find out where she was. She now used her index fingernail and middle fingernail on the arch which made Melissa’s head jerked back and her naked breasts jiggled even more. “Someone is such a ticklish little baby! Listen to you laugh! Awwwww this must tickle you sooooooo much! Tickle tickle tickle! I’m gonna tickle these big feet…..FOREVER!!!!” La Diabla teased.
Melissa continued to shriek in laughter as her arches were tickled. Now, her captor was teasing her with baby talk which only made her feel more humiliated because she couldn’t stop laughing. She looked at La Diabla’s face which had this huge smile on it and her eyes were focused on the bottoms of her feet. She tried to beg but this gag wouldn’t let her. She once again tried to pull her toes free from that grasp, but it was no use. The fingernail now went back to her right arch and now that sensation drove her crazy! Melissa’s head dropped back and she stared at the ceiling. This was just pure torture for her.
La Diabla was just enjoying herself at this point. She knew it was a matter of time that Melissa would beg her to tell her everything, so she was just enjoying the fact she was tickling her. After stroking her nail in those beautiful high arches, she now concentrated on the ball of the left foot. Her nail started to scratch right down the middle of the ball of the foot and she could actually hear the sound of her nail scratching along the tougher skin on the ball of the foot. “Hmm, she must walk barefoot a lot at home or something…” she thought to herself. But it was the reaction she got from Melissa made her enjoy it even more.
Melissa’s head snapped forward and her eyes had a wild look to them as she felt that cruel nail stroking the ball of her foot. That sensation tore through her like a lightning bolt as it tickled a lot! She screamed into her gag as loud as she could as that intensity was overwhelming. Her toes scrunched closed, but those long toes could not protect that ball of the foot, so she felt that nail continuing its cruel path. She once again tried to pull her big toes free, but they were stuck. Her head was shaking wildly as she prayed this torment could stop. Her mouth was screaming “NO MORE!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE STOP!!!” but it was all muffled.
La Diabla laughed as she heard the sheer force of Melissa’s voice screaming in the gag. She knew this must have been absolutely horrific for her and she was going to inflict more punishment. Now she scratched her nails from her index finger to her small finger all over the ball of the foot. Going from the top of the ball of the foot, all the way across the skin to the bottom of the ball of the foot, only to tease in the arch a little. After doing this to the left ball of the foot, she repeated the procedure on the right foot. Now her fingers started to move faster on the right ball, and she couldn’t help but slip her fingers from the ball of the foot, back into the arch, then back across the ball of the foot. “When you are ready to talk, let me know. Until then, kitchy kitchy koo!!! I tickle you!!!” she teased, then laughed at her victim.
Melissa was started to really hate that baby talk and the fingers tormenting the balls of her feet. She knew her naked breasts were jiggling like crazy, but that wasn’t a concern to her right now. The only thing she could think of was the fingernails on her feet. They managed to find all her weak spots on her feet and her body was breaking down. Sweat started to drip from her forehead and her breathing was heavy as the tickling took its toll. She still tried to pull her feet free, but that evil woman tickling her had a very firm grip. Then it happened! She felt her toes starting to get free from the grasp of La Diabla’s hand! It was because her toes were getting sweaty, so she tried to pull them free. This was not lost on her captor however.
La Diabla noticed the big toes were slipping from her hand and she stopped her tickling. She looked over at Melissa who had a determined look on her face, trying to pull her toes free. La Diabla found it very amusing that this victim had hope. Now, she wanted to squash that hope. “I hope you realize if you get your toes free, I will have to explore how ticklish they are…..” she smiled.
Melissa stopped her tugging and looked up at La Diabla. She knew her toes were ticklish, but she didn’t know exactly how much. Her whole body felt more sensitive as the prolonged tickling really wore her down. She started to slowly shake her head, trying to signal to not tickle her toes. She then gasped as she felt her big toes get released and now her toes were vulnerable, A chill went through her body as she knew where she was about to get tickled next.
“Uh-oh!!!! Someone’s toes are free!!! I guess they want to get my attention now. Well, unless you have something to tell me……” La Diabla teased as she stared at Melissa.
Melissa started to whimper in her gag as she didn’t want her toes tickled. She had a bad feeling her toes were going to be horrifically ticklish, but she didn’t want to betray Helga. She lowered her head and started to hope this woman would just set her free. Her whimpers got louder as she was frustrated that she was tickled and felt it was too much. Melissa lifted her head again and tried to use sad “puppy dog eyes” and whimpered the words “no more..” to try to get some mercy. Then she got concerned as she saw a wicked gleam in La Diabla’s eyes.
La Diabla couldn’t help but have a small, wicked laugh come from her mouth, then the sound increased to try to bring fear to Melissa. “aww..look at those pathetic eyes! I’m sorry, you didn’t answer the question posed to you. So……” she warned as she now stared at the left big toe. She saw the toes clench and she simply ran her finger on that toe crease on the top of the foot where the big toe was next to the index toe. She was delighted to see the toes unclench and now it was play time! She then grabbed the left big toe with her hand, pulled it back and started to lightly tickle the pad of the toe with her right hand index finger. The finger went from the top of the toe near the nail, down across the digit’s pad, all the way to where the toe met the ball of the foot. The foot started to flinch and managed to get itself free. This made her laugh again as her victim was such in a panicked and responsive state. “That must have REALLY tickled! Give me that toe!” she demanded then started to go after the toes. When the toes scrunched, she tickled the top of the toes until they unclenched, and when they opened again, she went after the toe pads, not only the big toe, but the other toes as well. She could see Melissa jerking her body around as though she was getting branded with an iron, and she kept tickling those toes. She wanted to push her to her absolute limit.
Melissa’s body continued to shake in ticklish agony as her poor toes were assaulted. No matter what she tried, covering a foot with the other, scrunch her toes, opening them, she felt those fingers diddling, poking and stroking her toes. Her head whipped back once again as she felt those fingers tickling at the base of her toes and that was a very sensitive area. Now her eyes started to water as the tickling was breaking her down. She wished she wasn’t gagged because right now her screams would alert the entire city of Santa Selena. She just wanted it all to stop. She tried to beg through her gag and hysterical laughter but that look of sadistic glee never left her tormentor’s face. She wondered how a beautiful face like that could be so sadistic, so cruel to her feet? Then her eyes popped wide open, and she let out a very loud scream in her gag as she felt a fingernail grazing along the area on the ball of her foot where the big toe was connected to her foot. That nail was scraping just right below that line and it really tickled. She never knew how sensitive of an area that was before, but now that she discovered it, it ripped through her with such great intensity. Now her will was breaking further and further. Melissa didn’t know how long she could hold out, and La Diabla showed no indication of stopping either.
La Diabla was actually surprised she was getting these kinds of reactions from Melissa. She knew the feet were ticklish, but she was hitting some very sensitive spots now on the feet. She started to wonder if this woman ever had her feet played with for very long before. She giggled to herself thinking this woman has never experienced the pleasure of having your feet played with. She loved the reaction she was getting simply by stroking her nail across that spot on the ball of the foot right below the big toe and she did it on both feet. La Diabla could feel her victim weakening and now she wanted to push her all the way over the edge. Now, her focus was on the toe crevices. If this woman never really had her feet touched too often, there was going to be some really sensitive skin between the toes. She then pulled the left big toe away from the index toe and then stroked her nail in that crevice, and also made sure it touched the sides of the toes. She almost lost her grip as the feet jerked away from her with such force. She smiled and then looked at Melissa who was just going wild in her chair. “OOOOOOHHH!!! I hit the jackpot!! So, unless you want to tell me what I want to know, I am REALLY going to torture you now!” she threatened.
Melissa reacted in an extreme manner as she felt her face straining and got really red, her stomach was tightened, her breasts vibrated, and she felt absolute agony as her toe crevice was tickled. She just simply never knew how sensitive that area was to ticklish feelings and now she was in desperation. She just screamed “no more! No more! No more!” as much as she could in the gag, but it was incoherent. Then she felt the fingers go in between the index toe and middle and that was an extremely sensitive spot! She absolutely lost it and now she wanted this to end. She just could not take this anymore as all of her most delicate spots were assaulted and this was too much. Protecting Helga was just not worth this kind of punishment at this point. She looked at La Diabla with sheer desperation in her eyes and laughed very hard and tried to tell her “I’LL TALK!!! I’LL TALK!!!!”
La Diabla really wriggled her finger in that toe crevice and was really happy on how ticklish it was. It was as though she knew she hit a very delicate spot and just kept wriggling her finger in there to drive the point home that she was in control. She looked over at Melissa and grinned. The woman looked like a mess. She then pulled her finger from the crevice and gave her victim a moment to get air into her lungs. She listened to the desperate whimpers and could hear a little crying. She then held the tip of the left big toe and said calmly, “You ready to talk to me?”
Melissa felt some kind of relief as she felt the finger leave her toe crevice. She was a mess as sweat was glistening off her face, and body. She looked up at La Diabla and saw and felt her holding her big toe. She heard La Diabla’s question and she was not going to hold out anymore. She nodded her head yes as she wanted this to end.
La Diabla’s smile grew even larger as she saw the head nodding in the affirmative. She felt a little disappointed as she wanted to explore the rest of the toe crevices, but she wanted to find Cheyenne. She then placed the feet back down on the desk and walked towards Melissa’s head. She then untied the scarf and pulled the garment out of her mouth. She then started to walk back towards the desk when she heard some desperate pleas.
“Please…no more tickling…. I can’t take it anymore…This is pure torture…” Melissa whined as she still tried to recover.
La Diabla then sat back on the edge of the desk and placed those tied feet back in her lap, her hands now lightly tugging the toes. She could feel the feet trembling and she wanted to let Melissa know what could happen if she was defied. “Well, there won’t be any more torture if you answer my questions honestly…” she said then pulled the right big toe away from the index toe and placed her left index finger in the crevice to reiterate her point.
Melissa felt the ticklish tremors with a finger simply being in that crevice and she felt herself panicking again. “I’ll talk!!! I swear I will answer them! Just please….please don’t tickle my toes anymore. It is too much for me….” she whimpered.
“Good! You behave yourself and your toes will survive. Now, have you seen a tall, muscular woman around this town?” La Diabla asked and then slightly moved her finger in the crevice.
“YES!!! YES I HAVE!!!! Don’t tickle!! Please….don’t tickle me!” Melissa screamed.
“Good girl…Now, who is she?” La Diabla asked, then slightly moved her finger again in that toe crevice.
“HER NAME IS HELGA!!!! HELGA!!!!! SHE’S A BOUNTY HUNTER!!!!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME!!!” Melissa screamed.
“Helga huh? Very good….” La Diabla smiled as she stopped moving her finger. “Where can I find this Helga?” she asked and pressed a little into the crevice.
“AT THE WELLINGTON HOUSE!!! THAT HOUSE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!! STOP TICKLING!!!” Melissa shrieked as the finger was wiggling a little in that crevice.
“Interesting…where can I find this house?” La Diabla asked, but didn’t wiggle her finger, giving Melissa a chance to be honest.
“heheheh please… no more tickling…..the house is on the bluff that….overlooks the ocean…there…hehehe is a cove by the bluff….by the ocean….” Melissa wheezed.
“Excellent! You see, that is all you had to do! Thank you for answering my questions. But I have one more. When you spoke with Helga last, did she have a small Native American woman with her?” La Diabla asked, now feeling her emotions as she thought about Cheyenne. Her finger was ready to torment the toes.
“I-I-I can feel your f-f-f-finger…nooooooo..noooo tickles!!! I didn’t see anyone with her! I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Melissa screamed as she felt the finger wriggling harder.
“Ok, I believe you. I just wanted to give you one last tickle. Hehehe” La Diabla smiled as she then removed her finger. She then put the tied feet back on the desk and got off the desk and then went to the back of the chair Melissa was tied in. She started to untie the ropes holding the wrists and left it loose. She then started to walk towards the door of that back room and before she left, gave one last look. “Thank you for your cooperation. I love your big ticklish feet! You might want to clean yourself up..” she said, then winked. La Diabla then walked out of the back room and headed back through the store and exited the front door and changed the sign back to “Open”. She was now focused on going to the Wellington house and free her friend. If this Helga was there, she was going to pay a severe price for kidnapping Cheyenne. Then she would punish whoever hired her to kidnap her special friend. Vengeance was on her mind!
Melissa managed to get her wrists free and carefully slid her feet off the desk and balance her chair again. She was exhausted and felt absolutely humiliated. She looked at her naked breasts then put her shirt back over her head and reached for her boots and socks. “I hope Helga destroys that bitch….” she mumbled as she tried to get herself together so she could go mind the store.
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