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The Deputy and The Outlaw: Reunited Part 8 (F/F)

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Ok fans, it is time for the next chapter in this epic saga! Thank you for your comments about the series so far and it is good to know you have been enjoying the adventures of these characters. So much action has happened and now we are getting closer to the end. What will happen?? I do want to provide this disclaimer of this next chapter. There are tickling scenes for sure, but this part has a large amount of "story" as well. I have to write it to make everything flow smoothly and the transition make sense. So, I hope you enjoy this part because we get deeper in the minds of the characters. We are also heading towards the "dawn". So, please enjoy this next part and of course, your comments are most welcomed!

I do suggest still listening to the Hans Zimmer song "A beautiful lie" while reading it. Here is the link:

https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=7wOEYL_DQu0






PART 8



Helga’s eyes lit up as she was told she could tickle the bottoms of Darby’s sweet, pink, big feet. She then stepped up to the chair area and could see both soles. She absolutely adored those feet and now she was going to play with them for the second time today. She reached her hands forward and placed her left hand on Darby’s right arch, and her right hand on the ball of the left foot. She then started to wiggle her fingers and was delighted when those feet started to wriggle in ticklish agony. The feet flopped around like flippers, and she had to work to keep her hands near the feet so she could tickle them. Darby’s ankles were tied down, but her feet were loose, and they wiggled like crazy. Helga then decided she would have to work on one foot at a time. She used her right hand to hold the top of the right foot and held it still, while her left hand’s fingers started to scrabble over that incredibly soft sole.

Darby was going insane with laughter as she felt Helga’s fingers dancing on the bottom of her foot. “NOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE!!!” she bellowed as the fingers did their ticklish damage. She tried to move her foot, but it was trapped in Helga’s powerful hand, and she had no choice but to endure the onslaught. Her left foot was wiggling wildly, and she desperately tried to move her right foot. Then she felt those strong fingers scrabbling wildly across the ball of her foot which drove more intense ticklish reactions from her body.

Priscilla looked on with glee as she saw Darby screaming in ticklish hysterics. She saw that face in ticklish agony and it filled her own body with such an erotic thrill. Now it was her turn to have some fun. She took the seagull feather and twirled it between her fingers on her right hand. Now, she wanted to tease the sweet mound before her. She then placed her left hand on the area right above the vagina, pressing down on the flesh to hold the waist in place. Using her thumb and index finger on her left hand, she separated them far apart, which only opened up the pussy lips, exposing the very bright pink insides. “Wow, you truly have a pretty pussy….” she cooed as she could see those pink folds. Separating those lips also exposed Darby’s clitoris. Priscilla looked at that nubbin and licked her lips. As Darby continued to scream in ticklish agony, she then lowered the feather in her right hand and softly flicked it off the clit. She had to hold her left hand still as she felt Darby’s body jerk. This delighted Priscilla and then she flicked the feather once again across the clit and loved the reaction that it was causing.

Darby’s eyes went wide into shock as she leaned her head down after feeling something touching her love button between her legs. Her eyes saw that seagull feather softly flicking off her clit and it drove her insides absolutely wild. The problem was, she was still having her foot tickled, so the intensity of the tickling was now being crossed with the feather teasing on her body’s most sensitive spot. Her foot was still struggling to free itself, and the sensations were very strong. But that feather stroking her sent an entirely different sensation through her. A sensation of absolute pleasure.

Helga continued to dance her fingers on the sole of Darby’s foot. She absolutely loved how her fingers sank into the sole and she just couldn’t get over how soft the foot was. Then her eyes caught the writhing toes. Those pink meaty toes looked absolutely appealing to her and now she wanted to play with them. She took her index finger and pressed it on the spot on the base of the toes, right where the index toe and middle toe were connected. Once she applied her finger then, she twisted it around and she could feel the intensity of the foot desperately trying to free itself from her grasp. Helga held on tighter, and she continued to drill her finger on that very sensitive spot.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA NOT MUH TOES!!! NOT MUH TOES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE NOT MUH TOES!!!!!” Darby screamed hysterically.

Priscilla continued her feather flicking and stopped when she heard the ear piercing scream coming from Darby. She loved how loud her voice got and realized Helga must have been tickling the poor woman’s toes. A devious smile came to her face and then she went right back to flicking her feather across the clit. She could tell the clit was excited as it was starting to swell. She then slowly slid the edge of the feather’s fronds across that button and Darby’s hips were really starting to writhe. She even managed to hear moans between the hysterical laughs, and she knew Darby’s body was experiencing two very different sensations. Now it was time to push her over the edge! She put the feather to side and could see both sides of the fronds and now she did a sweeping motion over the clit. Moving left then right. Left then right. Left then right. Left then right. “Such a sweet ticklish clit you have…..”

Darby’s mind was in a ball of confusion at this point. She could now feel her toe crevices being invaded by the finger of Helga, twisting and tormenting that very sensitive soft skin between her toes, and she could feel that feather sweeping across her clit. Her body was responding to both sensations in different ways. Her foot was in agony of ticklish sensations and her clit was swelling in pleasure. She didn’t know what to think as the two sensations were overwhelming her. Her head was shaking side to side, her laughter still had mixes of moans within it, and she feel the sweat flying off her head. She then went into silent laughter and tried to plead for her sanity.

Priscilla then slowed the sweeping motion down and then had the feather in an upright position. She used her fingers to spread the lips apart even more and she could see deeper inside the pussy, and the clit was more out of its covering. She could have sworn that clit was starting to pulsate. Now, she took the very tip of the feather and started to slowly circle it around the clit, making sure she stimulated each and every nerve ending on that sweet love button. It was time to drive Darby over the edge. “That’s right you big footed bitch, feel my feather. In due time I am going to make you cum….Helga, stop tickling her for a moment….”

Helga released her hand from Darby’s foot and then watched as both feet were starting to twitch. She then stepped to the right side of Darby’s body and now could see the feather tickling that Priscilla was inflicting. She really loved seeing the pink insides of Darby’s pussy as well. She slowly licked her lips as she saw the tip of the feather slowly circling around that protruding clit.

Darby felt some relief that her foot was no longer being tickled, but now her entire body could feel the very powerful sensations the feather was doing to her clitoris. She went from hysterical laughter to sheer raw lust in her body and even that sudden change made her mind go into a panic. The feather tickled her, but it also gave an incredible amount of pleasure in her body, and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning. She also could feel the buildup of an orgasm forming in her body and soon her body took over her mind. Darby didn’t want to cum, but her body had other plans. The feather was now starting to increase its circling on that love button and now her back started to arch. Her head leaned back, her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth was wide open as the pangs of orgasm starting to reach a fever pitch. The feather now started to move faster and faster and the heat within her body skyrocketed. There was no way to hold back at this moment. “oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd OH GAWD OH GAWD OH GAWD OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!” she screamed out and then it hit her. It hit her like a ton of bricks on her back and a 2x4 across the back of her head as a forced orgasm ripped through her body. The sheer amount of pleasure ripped through her and her body spasmed as though electricity flowed through it. The intensity of the orgasm also made her do something she rarely does. She squirted her love honey all over that feather and some of it landed on Priscilla’s hand.

“Oh wow!” Priscilla exclaimed as she felt that liquid lust land on her hand and the feather. She watched Darby squirt out her “woman juices” and she knew she truly drove out a very intense orgasm. A wave of satisfaction flowed through her as she sent Darby over the edge. She saw the tired face of Darby fall to its right side and could see the eyes closed and the mouth wide open, breathing hard and even some drool came out. Her victim’s body would spasm every few seconds and she truly enjoyed this moment. “Wow, she probably came harder right now than she has ever had in her life…hehehehe” she giggled.

Darby’s mind was in sheer heavenly pleasure, but that orgasm also took a lot out of her. She couldn’t remember an orgasm that strong before. Even the one La Diabla gave her wasn’t this intense. Her body was now on overload, and she could barely move. With the earlier tickle torture she received from Gloria and Helga, and now this tickle torture from Helga and Priscilla, combined with being forced to cum, her body was collapsing due to exhaustion. Her mind could even feel herself drooling and didn’t even try to close her mouth. She was so spent as this point. She could even feel her eyes welling up in tears as her body just could not take any further stimulation. Darby closed her eyes as she just wanted to rest.

Priscilla felt a sense of pride as she saw the physically spent Darby. She then stepped back from the chair, still holding the feather drenched in Darby’s juices, turned around and saw the body of La Diabla still hanging in the bondage. “We just destroyed both of them. I’m hungry now, I think I will go get me some lunch. Torturing women really works up an appetite! Clean them both up and stick them in cell together.” Priscilla told Helga. She then started to walk towards the stairs and saw the group of women that were part of Helga’s team, but their role was for caretaking of the broken slaves. She stopped one of them from passing by her and told her, “Oh, before I leave tomorrow, make sure you take La Diabla’s boots out of storage and bring them to me. I want some trophies for my home back in Mexico. Hahaha” Then, she disappeared up the stairs so she could join Gloria for some lunch.

Helga started to unstrap Darby from the chair, by unlocking the shackles around the wrists and then she unbuckled the straps that held the ankles. She then scooped Darby out of the chair and carried her over to the wooden platform that was used to wash the slaves. She then laid Darby down on the platform and took one last look at those deep pink soles. She shivered a little as she admired those feet, then turned around and headed towards La Diabla, who was still hanging in her bonds and could still hear some meek whimpers. Helga tugged on the control chains and lowered La Diabla’s body to the dusty ground. She then unlocked the shackles from the wrists, and then the ankles, setting the broken prisoner free. She then scooped up La Diabla’s helpless form from the ground and carried her over to the same wooden platform. Once she got there, she dumped La Diabla’s body right next to Darby’s naked body. Now, she could see both women on the platform completely exhausted, broken and naked. She then walked towards the caretakers who handed her two buckets of water. She then walked back to the platform, rested on bucket on the ground, took the other bucket and dumped the ice cold water all over La Diabla’s sweaty body.

La Diabla was completely startled as the ice cold water splashed all over her body. It was definitely a shock to the system as she was completely exhausted. Now she shivered as the ice cold water dripped off of her. She then looked to her left side and saw a naked Darby lying next to her. Then she felt more water splashing onto her as Darby now had water dumped all over her.

Darby woke up with a shock as the ice cold water was dumped over her body. It was such a shock to her system she gasped in terror. She then felt really cold and started to shiver a little. She looked up and saw Helga smiling at her. She felt some fear and then saw a group of women approaching her with towels. She then turned her head and saw La Diabla next to her. Both women made eye contact and the realization that they were both prisoners really sank in. She then felt completely ashamed as the caretaker started to towel her off, drying her tender skin. Then her haysack was thrown back to her and she slowly put it back on.

La Diabla was still in shock as another caretaker started to towel off her naked body. Once she was dried, she had a haysack thrown at her and she realized it was to be her clothing. She felt total shame as she started to put the haysack over her head and let it come down her body, covering her naked chest and then stomach. She felt so obedient. She did not want to anger Helga because the fear of The Cream was still there. She was then handed some slippers and she slowly put them on each foot. Her eyes started to water as the realization she was a slave was apparent. Her eyes then looked over in the background and she could see her regular clothes being scooped up, including her boots and hat by a caretaker. Then she looked over at Helga and felt a wave of fear as the large woman approached her.

Helga made it to the two ladies and then scooped La Diabla up from the platform and slung her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. La Diabla was not too heavy to her and then she managed to scoop Darby up and slung her over her other shoulder. Darby was definitely heavier, but she managed to keep the broken red headed woman on her shoulder. She then started to walk towards the staircase, with both of the two women draped over her shoulders.

Svetlana was at the bottom of the staircase, and she saw Helga approaching her with the two women draped over her shoulders. She was always impressed with the strength of her teammate, and she was glad they were on the same team. Helga was just a physical specimen! “Where are you putting them?” she asked. She figured they would remain in the lone first floor cage.

“I want to put them in my special cell. Since La Diabla is coming with us back to Siberia, I wanted to put her in my personal holding cell for my prizes. As for the red head, I figured since she wanted to sacrifice herself for the bitch, might as well keep them together. They are no bother to us. Both are broken physically and mentally hahaha…” she laughed. She then walked up the stairs and made it to the second floor. She could feel herself working hard as the weight of both of these women did start to strain the power in her body. She walked through that tunnel and even passed by Cheyenne. She looked inside and saw the young woman on her knees crying. Helga only shook her head and continued passing by the cage. “Weak bitch…..” she said to herself.

She made it to where the staircase was on her right hand side and she continued. Before her, was a black curtain that covered the tunnel passageway. She went past the blanket and made it to the dead end of the tunnel. At the dead end on her left hand side was a special cage. It was large and had three cots in there. She liked this cage as she would take women back with her that she wanted to have fun with. She then lowered Darby’s body off her right shoulder and let the deputy lean against her. She reached into her pocket, grabbed a key, the same key that would unlock every cage in this cavern, and then unlocked the door. She then walked into the cage, La Diabla still draped across her left shoulder, and dragging Darby in with her right hand. She then dumped Darby onto the cot closest to the cage door and then carried La Diabla over to the next cot and dumped her body onto it. She felt relief as carrying those women were a workout. Helga looked at the two women laying on their cots and smiled. This was a great day for her! She then walked out of the cage and shut the door. After locking it with the key, she walked past that blanket and partially closed it as she headed back to the stairs and to her own quarters to rest. She thought she earned it after a half day of tormenting women. The amount of pride in her body swelled as she saw Svetlana approaching her with the caretakers, who were carrying the clothes of La Diabla to go put into the slaves’ closet. They all walked up the staircase and made it through the hidden entrance and then dispersed to their areas. It was break time!




Bessie was preparing the plates for the lunch that Gloria and Priscilla were going to have. She was whistling as she got things ready and then she stopped. A feeling of sadness came over her as she remembered the times when she and “Dorothy” would engage in a whistling contest when they were doing chores. They would each try to guess the other’s tune. It was such a fun game between the two and now Bessie missed those moments. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that “Dorothy” was actually a woman named Darby, and she was a Deputy of the town of Plotsville’s sheriff’s office. It just didn’t seem real. Darby was so nice and sweet, a hard worker and they got along so well. They even had moments together sexually along with Gloria. She wondered if it was really true. Surely Darby would have confided in her to let her know her true identity. Bessie snapped out of her trance and then picked up the plates and headed into the dining room. Once she got in there, she saw both Gloria and Priscilla sitting at the table. They were both engaged in conversation and suddenly it stopped. She figured they were discussing very private matters.

“Ah, Bessie! There you are. I am looking forward to lunch. What is the cook preparing for us?” Gloria said as she sat at the head of the table, with Priscilla off to her right side on the top edge of the table. Gloria was feeling great at this moment. She got to have a lot of fun torturing a woman who dared tried to come into her home as an undercover agent of law enforcement trying to expose her trafficking ring. Defeating her gave her a large sense of pride. She was so fired up about it, that when her and Bessie made it to her bedroom after winning the contest between Bessie and Cheyenne, the love making was very intense and she made Bessie cum a few times, as well as herself. Gloria now looked at her sexy African American maid placing the plates down and thought about perhaps having more fun with her later tonight.

“The cook has made a very nice chicken salad for the both of you. He says it is his favorite recipe.” Bessie responded with a smile. She saw the look on Gloria’s face and knew what it meant. It meant she was going to be naked again much later tonight with Ms. Wellington. She then placed a plate in front of Priscilla and smiled. “I hope your day is going very well Ms. Montenegro..” she said.

“Oh yes, as a matter of fact, this is probably one of the best days of my life…” Priscilla responded. She was still very excited about the events that took place a mere hour ago. She had got to destroy La Diabla and have some fun with Darby. It was the breaking of La Diabla that really got her satisfied. She vowed revenge on that woman after she was tortured by her a little over a week ago. Now, she was ready to enjoy her lunch and have a business lunch with Gloria.

“Glad to hear that..” Bessie responded, still feeling a little shy considering both of these women did see her naked hours earlier and playing with young Cheyenne. In her mind, she did wonder if Cheyenne was ok too. She did see her getting scolded by Priscilla so even though this woman was smiling at her now, Bessie knew just how mean she really was. She then looked up as the cook came into the dining room with a large bowl and started to fill the plates with his chicken salad. Bessie then heard him say he was preparing a roast duck dinner later tonight. She loved duck and was looking forward to having some as well. Once the food was prepared and the drinks served, Bessie faced Gloria and smiled. “Ms. Wellington, is there anything else you will need?”

“Not right now Bessie. You are dismissed…” Gloria said and then picked up her fork and started to eat the delicious meal in front of her. She waited until Bessie left the room and heard the sliding door for the dining room close. Then she looked over at Priscilla and smiled. “So, you managed to break that bitch La Diabla huh? How come you didn’t call for me? I would have LOVED to see you humiliate that criminal. Her and El Guapo’s gang tried to steal some cattle from me before they moved towards Plotsville.”

“You were busy with Bessie remember? Hehehe besides, when you are in the middle of the action, you stay focused on the task at hand. Oh, you should have seen it! That criminal bitch was begging me, I mean BEGGING me to stop tormenting her. I made her CRY!!! I made the infamous outlaw La Diabla cry like the weak bitch she truly is. She was absolutely submissive to me! She even kissed my foot and sucked my toes. Haha! She will never bother me again. I am having her shipped off the Siberia once the buyer finishes his purchases tomorrow. Helga will take care of her for the rest of her miserable life….” Priscilla gloated.

Gloria took another bite of her food, then leaned back in her chair and clapped. “I must say, you doing that to her is probably one of the greatest things ever. I mean, she was so well known and feared throughout the Southwestern United States, now she will be some kind of sex slave in Siberia. How perfect. BUT, I got to destroy a deputy today remember?” she responded with a grin.

Bessie was on the outside of the dining room sliding door and was just about to close it when she heard Gloria say the name La Diabla. Being curious about that name, she decided to eavesdrop on the conversation. She heard how the famous outlaw was tortured and she couldn’t believe she was here!!!! She heard Priscilla bragging about how she made her cry and beg her for her life. This was unbelievable! Then she heard about the undercover deputy and now she listened with great interest!

“Yes you did, but you should know, I ALSO got to play with her. I have to admit, she is incredibly sexy. I am jealous that you got to play with her much longer than I did. At least I made her cum….” Priscilla bragged.

“You did??!! Wow, that must have been fun. Yeah, she is incredibly attractive. Did you see her big feet? Did you see how pink they are and how soft they are??? I mean, talk about perfect feet!” Gloria said, then took another bite of her salad.

“Oh yes I did! You are right, they are perfect feet. So thick and meaty. That pink color is just so beautiful and she is incredibly ticklish. You can just touch her feet and she goes absolutely insane. Helga told me she didn’t have to do bastinado on those feet because they are ridiculously ticklish anyway…” Priscilla grinned, and she took a bite of her salad.

“That bastinado seems to be effective. Helga is such a physical specimen. I am so glad we hired her. She is the perfect foreman for our trafficking operation. Those captured wenches do not dare to defy her!!” Gloria smiled and then took another bite.

Bessie’s eyes popped wide open and she covered her mouth with her hand. Gloria Wellington was running a trafficking ring with Priscilla???!! She was absolutely stunned that her employer was engaged in such treachery. It broke her heart to know that this woman was holding women against their will and probably going to be sold. Then, her heart sank as she realized that Cheyenne could be one of those captured women!! Bessie thought about the fact that she was interacting sexually with a woman who is not a free woman and was probably going to be sold to somebody. She felt so guilty! It also started to dawn on her that that could be the reason why Darby was undercover. To discover the trafficking ring and rescue those women. It made sense to her because Darby seemed so honorable! Bessie continued to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“I definitely do not want to defy her! Haha” Priscilla laughed as they discussed the muscular Russian Helga. “She is so damn ruthless with it comes to torture! I loved the way she tormented both La Diabla and that bitch deputy. I mean, when she would tickle them, they would nearly lose their minds! I felt my tickling was inferior to hers, but I still had fun. So, you are going to try and sell her to the buyer tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I think we can get a great price for her! She is tall, incredibly sexy, has very soft skin and pink in ALL the right places. She is a red head too. I am going to enjoy selling her off… that bitch could have ruined this entire operation!” Gloria said.

Bessie’s heart started to beat really fast listening to this conversation. She felt so horrible that all of this was going on under her nose. Then she started to reflect on history. There were other maids that would accompany Gloria to California but never returned. It was totally possible that those women were sold! Now she started to feel fear as it is possible that SHE could be sold one day. She gulped and then her mind started to race. She had to go find these women! Maybe there was something she could do to help them somehow. There was no way she would be able to live with herself knowing that other women were in trouble and did nothing to help them. That was not how she was raised! Bessie then walked away from the dining room area and started to think about how would she find these women…..



Darby was laying on her cot still trying to recover from the tickle torments of the day. It has been a couple of hours since she was strapped in that devious chair, her legs up in the air and strapped down to the extended armrests, her arms tied down to the side of the seat and her most private place was exposed for anyone to see. She then endured a brutal foot tickle torture, then had her private place teased, tickled and she was forced to have an orgasm. It was such a strong orgasm; she actually squirted her juices out! It was an embarrassing moment, but also it exhausted her as her body was spent. She did fall into a deep sleep as she laid on the cot, but now she started to stir as she heard a noise coming inside this cage she was in. Her eyes started to open, and she blinked a few times as she could hear the noise. Darby’s mind was now starting to clear, and she lifted her body up onto her elbows and looked around the cage and then her eyes saw something. She saw La Diabla’s backside as she laid on her cot. Darby could see the long black hair and could tell that La Diabla was laying on her side and she was in the fetal position as she could see the soles of the slippers. Then, she figured out what the noise was and felt a pain in her heart. The noise was coming from La Diabla and she was crying.

La Diabla was laying on her right side, facing away from Darby’s cot and felt completely overwhelmed in her emotions right now. She couldn’t really sleep even though her body was completely exhausted. This was definitely the most emotional day in her life since she lost her father years ago. She could not hold in her deep sense of failure and her emotions were let go. She continued to cry hard as the events of the day played in her mind over and over. She was quickly beaten in a physical confrontation with the tall, muscular Russian woman Helga. Never in her young life did she ever get dominated in a fight like that before. Then she was stripped naked, hung from chains coming from a platform hanging down from the cavern rafters. She was tickled tortured by both Priscilla and Helga, her feet were beaten, and she even suffered some kind of itching torment from a substance that was placed in her toes, her armpits and on her nipples. That sensation was too intense, and her body suffered like never before. It was this torment that broke her will, it also broke her emotionally. She had submitted to Priscilla and even kissed that woman’s foot and sucked her toes. She also had to admit that Priscilla was superior to her. La Diabla remembered seeing Cheyenne in a cage on a higher floor in the cavern and it was look of sadness on that face that broke her heart. She was supposed to rescue her friend, a young woman that she was becoming attached to, only to become a slave herself. This was too much for her as her tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably. Her heart was truly broken. Now, she was destined to be a slave to Helga somewhere in Russia. Her defeat was complete. Her sobbing was heavy as she just could not hold back anymore. La Diabla was truly a broken, defeated woman as she thought about her failure this day.

Darby heard the sobs and the tears, and she wanted to cry herself. She has battled La Diabla before and she knew how tough and how dangerous she truly was. She definitely knew the reputation of La Diabla and how much fear she invoked in people. There was no myth to it, she definitely was her reputation. She even remembered how she was tied up in a barn and mercilessly tickle tortured by the outlaw and even when they teamed up to take down Madam Olivia, she was impressed with her abilities. Now, she saw her get completely dominated by a massive Russian and she witnessed her submission. She witnessed La Diabla giving up her will because her body couldn’t take it anymore. She could only imagine the emotional and mental toll that would be for someone like La Diabla. Now, she heard her crying and she knew the outlaw was in a great deal of mental and emotional pain. The two women did seem to form a bond with each other, and she actually started to care for her. Now, she wanted to comfort her. Darby slowly sat up and then rolled her legs off the cot and she got to the floor on her knees and silently crawled her way over to the cot of La Diabla. Once she got there, she could hear the heavy cries of emotional pain and it made her heart ache. She then placed her left hand on La Diabla’s left shoulder and gave it a gentle rub. “La Diabla, are you ok?” she whispered.

La Diabla felt the hand touching her left shoulder and she closed her eyes. The emotional toll right now was so great, and she knew it was Darby behind her. She felt so humiliated because her one time enemy was now witnessing her very emotional breakdown. She couldn’t answer her back as she felt extreme shame throughout her soul. She resumed her sobbing as she just couldn’t face Darby right now.

Darby continued to gently rub the shoulder of her friend and felt horrible for her. She wanted to help her so badly. She then took her hand off the shoulder and crawled towards the other side of the cot. She went around the head of the cot and could see the top of La Diabla’s head and then she made it to the other side. She could see La Diabla’s hands clasped together and in her lap, and when she saw the face, she could see the black hair partially covering it. She could see the wet cheeks and she saw the mouth moving as the cries continued. Darby was now directly facing La Diabla’s head. She then reached her right hand forward and started to stroke the black hair on the side of the head. “I’m so sorry….I know how much you are hurting right now. I want to help you…” she whispered.

La Diabla heard Darby’s words and felt the hand caressing her head. It was a little comforting, but she felt extreme shame. She was showing her own vulnerability to a one time rival. How could she ever face Darby again? How could she face anyone? She did remember that Darby sacrificed her own well being to save her from a major torment on her private places and that made her respond. “T-thank you….” she whimpered.

Darby then lowered her head towards La Diabla and connected her forehead onto La Diabla’s and closed her eyes. “I want to help you. I know you’re hurting, and I just want to help you…” she whispered, then gave a small kiss on the forehead. She wanted to help this woman in the worst way.

La Diabla heard the words and felt the kiss on her forehead, which did make her stop sobbing, but her pain was still great. “Thank you…but I can’t face you. I feel so ashamed…” she murmured.

Darby felt a tear fall from her own right eye as she heard La Diabla sounding so defeated. She just had to do something. She wanted to comfort her, to make her feel safe somehow. She then decided to take action. She carefully slid her left hand under La Diabla’s right shoulder and then placing her right hand on the left arm, she very carefully lifted the outlaw from the cot to get her upright. Once she was, Darby got up from her knees and then sat down next to La Diabla on the cot to the right side of her. She then let La Diabla lay her head against her left side, and she wrapped her left arm around the woman’s shoulders and hugged her tight. “It’s gonna be ok….You are safe now Salem…” she whispered using La Diabla’s real name.

La Diabla rested her head against Darby’s side and when she felt the arm wrap around her, she felt a comfort. Her hands then rested in her own lap and she leaned into the deputy. Then, she started to cry once again. She just let it all out and her crying got heavy again. “I failed Darby *sob* I failed…..” she cried out as the sense of defeat washed over her.

Darby could hear the cries and she just let La Diabla let it all out. “It’s ok Salem….let it all out. I am here. Just let it all out….I am not going anywhere. You are safe with me..” she whispered. She could now feel La Diabla sobbing heavily and she just wanted to let her cry. All she could do was hold her, comfort her and allow her to have her moment. She never seen La Diabla so vulnerable before. It was so surreal to her that a woman that was notorious for causing others great pain, was now in pain herself. To Darby, this truly humanized the outlaw. She gotten to know her during their time together against Madam Olivia, but nothing like this. It made her see La Diabla in a whole new way. She remembered the night before their adventure against Madam Olivia, she, La Diabla and Bobby Jo had a dinner together under the stars and she made a remark that La Diabla was “human”. That was because she seemed so cordial and was a pretty funny lady. But now, she was seeing her true human side. That even with the reputation, she was still a human being with emotions and feelings. She hugged her tighter and wanted to let her have her good cry.

La Diabla continued to cry but she also felt a sense of comfort. This red headed woman was comforting her in her most vulnerable moment. At one time they were great enemies and now this same deputy was doing what she could to make her feel better. She knew she couldn’t explain it but having Darby with her right now was the best thing that could happen. Deep down, she knew Darby was always a good human being. This was a moment that made her realize just how good she was. The shame increased for her as she did mean things to Darby in the past, but this woman still was trying to help her. She then reached her right hand over and grabbed Darby’s right hand. She wanted to hold onto it, to show her that she was grateful for her being here with her at this moment. “T-thank you Darby *sniff* I really mean it…” she whispered.

Darby heard the words and felt the emotion of the moment. La Diabla was trusting her right now and that made her feel better herself. She could feel the outlaw’s hand squeezing her hand and she had the sense that La Diabla appreciated her comforting. She gave another squeeze with her left arm to let her friend know she was going to be right there for her. “You’re welcome…I am here for you. Are you going to be ok?” she asked softly.

“I-I don’t know…” La Diabla stammered as she still felt pain. She squeezed the hand of Darby again, as she needed something to help release the emotional anguish. “I don’t think *sniff* I will ever be ok after this…” she mumbled.

“Why do you feel that way?” Darby asked her.

“I failed Darby, I failed. I-I was supposed to come rescue Cheyenne….” La Diabla cried out. She paused for a moment as she used her left hand to wipe some of the tears away. “…but I failed. I failed the people I care about. I failed you and I failed Cheyenne….” she stammered as she felt herself about to cry again.

Darby’s ears picked up La Diabla’s words and it was something she said that got her attention. Did the outlaw just admit that she cares about her? This was a surprising revelation to her. She remembered when they last saw each other before this time in California and she was close to admitting she had feelings for La Diabla. She had a feeling La Diabla felt the same, but there was never any real confirmation. She knew La Diabla wanted to have sex with her, but to admit she actually cared about her just blew her mind at the moment. Darby was definitely going to ask about that feeling, but not right now. Didn’t seem too appropriate since they were both still prisoners in some cavern in California. “You didn’t really fail Salem…I am still here, Cheyenne is still ok. We will get out of here. I promise you…” she said with hope in her voice.

La Diabla lifted her head from Darby’s side as she heard Darby say they were going to be ok. She got the hair off her face as she wanted to look at Darby clearly. She then looked at Darby’s face and could tell there was hope inside those eyes. It blew her mind that somehow Darby had hope, even after everything that took place so far. “H-how can you be so sure? I mean, we are in a cage together, wearing these haysacks and going to be slaves….” she asked.

“I’m not sure, but what I do know is, there is no way that will be our fate. I mean, we have both come so far in our lives for this to be the end you know? I think if we work together, we can come up with a plan to get out of here, rescue Cheyenne and the other girls. I just believe in our abilities, that’s all.” Darby told her. She wanted to provide some kind of hope to her hurting friend.

La Diabla could hear the optimism in Darby’s voice and she did actually feel that Darby meant every word. She just could not believe that despite their dire circumstances, this woman still believed they could get out. She felt herself about to cry again because she was once like that. “I-I don’t know if I can do it…I’m too weak…I am not as strong as I thought I was…” she said with sadness in her voice, then she lowered her head feeling ashamed.

Darby could tell La Diabla’s confidence was shattered. She had to do something to make her feel better. She then took her right hand and lifted La Diabla’s head up under her chin and stared directly into her eyes. She could see how red they were from the heavy crying and saw someone in desperate need of confidence. “Hey, listen to me. You ARE strong. You truly are….” she said with a slight smile.

La Diabla’s eyes started to well up with tears as she heard Darby’s words. “T-thank you..but look at me. I’m a mess….I am not strong anymore. I-I submitted myself… How can you believe that I am still strong?” she asked.

“Because you’re the strongest woman I have ever met…” Darby responded with no hesitation. She started to feel a little emotional herself as she wanted to lift La Diabla’s spirits. “I have never met anyone, man or woman that is as strong as you. It pains me to say it, but you are much stronger than me. I admire that about you….”

La Diabla had a tear fall down her cheek as she heard Darby’s soothing words. “H-how can you think that? Look at me. I am a mess, I have been crying non-stop, I feel really broken and I-I am just not that person anymore…” she said, then turned her head in shame.

Darby saw her turn her head away and then used her right hand to turn the head back around. She then placed her forehead on La Diabla’s forehead so their eyes could be very close together. “Listen to me Salem, you truly are a strong woman. There is no one else out there as strong as you. I truly believe in you. You are an extraordinary woman and believe me, for me to admit that is hard. But I mean it, you are a woman of great power. You are the very definition of strength…I have and will always believe in you.” she said with emotion in her voice. Darby couldn’t believe she was admitting to her one time enemy what she thought about her as a person. They truly have come a long way since that day she arrested La Diabla.

La Diabla couldn’t help herself. She let the tears fall from her face as she listened to Darby telling her that she believed in her. Even in her darkest moment, with her own confidence shattered, this woman still said she believed in her. She did start to feel better as she could feel the authenticity in Darby. She has always had to be strong, and now in her weakest moment, someone else gave her the confidence boost she needed to hear. “Thank you….I mean it…thank you….” she whispered and then grabbed Darby’s right hand with both of her hands and squeezed it. “I can’t believe that you still believe in me. Even as I submitted in battle….I must look like shit right now and you still believe in me…why?”

“Because I know who you are. Don’t think about what happened back there in the cavern. You have to remember; you are human, and you are having a moment. That is normal. You are not some kind of machine. It happens to all of us. I mean, and I hate saying this, but I have been broken a few times myself. So I kinda got a little experience..hehe” Darby said as she threw in a self-depreciating joke about herself.

La Diabla chuckled to herself as she heard Darby. It was true, Darby has been broken on a few occasions, including twice by her. Her mind now started to believe in Darby’s words. Because it was true. Darby has been broken and humiliated a few times, but yet she was still standing, still fighting. “Yeah, you’re right. But I can’t help but think you look at me and think less of me. I am not the dangerous La Diabla anymore. I am actually a weak woman behind that reputation…it is who I truly am. Weak and helpless.” she said, falling back into her depression.

“You are not a weak woman Salem. Far from it. Like I said, you are human, and you are having a tough moment. But like muh Daddy told me, true strength is not measured when you have success. It is when you fail, you get back up and forge ahead. Failure can make you stronger than before. How you come back from failure shows how strong you truly are…” Darby told her, her own eyes watering up.

La Diabla lifted her head and looked at the ceiling as she felt her eyes watering again. She wanted to stop crying in front of Darby. She then looked at her friend again and had a slight smile. “Thank you Darby. I seriously mean it. Thank you for saying those words and still believing in me. You are truly a kind, beautiful woman…” she said as she leaned her head forward and then kissed Darby’s cheek.

“You are my friend Salem and I will always believe in you…..” Darby told her after she received the kiss on her cheek. She felt her heart beating with excitement as she realized she might just be bringing back a woman from the edge of depression.

“I also want to thank you for risking your own body to save me in the cavern…” La Diabla started to say. She remembered how Priscilla and Helga was going to put that cream inside her asshole and her pussy, only for Darby to literally sacrifice her own body to save her from that torment. “I heard you getting tortured after you told them to not touch me anymore. I-I have to know. Why did you do that?” she asked.

Darby had a flashback over that moment where she screamed out to Priscilla and Helga to not hurt La Diabla by putting that itching cream in those very private places. “Well, I saw you needed help. You cried out for someone to help you. They were going to hurt you and I just couldn’t let them do that to you. You needed my help so I had to do anything I could to help you….” she said sheepishly, then lowered her head.

La Diabla felt her heart feeling grateful. “I can’t believe you did that for me. No one has ever sacrificed themselves to save me from harm. I am grateful to you forever. You have such wonderful…..character and a beautiful heart.” she said as she felt the emotions building. She was right, no one in El Guapo’s gang would ever sacrifice their own bodies to save her in that moment. Her admiration for Darby grew one hundred fold in this moment as she truly saw Darby’s good heart. She never knew anyone like that willing to place their own body in danger just to save another. “Do you really think we can get out of here?” she asked remembering what Darby said earlier.

“I do. I mean, we are both incredibly strong women, right? We both took down Madam Olivia and we will take down these sex traffickers….” Darby told her.

La Diabla listened to Darby’s words and it dawned on her. Is that why they were here? “I am curious…how did you end up in California? The last time I saw you, we were in Plotsville.”

“Yeah, it is kind of crazy that we are here in California. Well, it started back in Plotsville….” Darby began. She then talked about how she was given an undercover assignment to determine if Gloria Wellington, the cattle farm giant was involved in human sex trafficking. She talked about how she was a maid as her cover identity and even went by the name “Dorothy”. She talked about how she uncovered some clues in the Wellington mansion, including the name “Priscilla Montenegro” and was invited to come to California for a mini vacation. Darby explained she did not know that this house and cavern would be the location of the sex trafficking ring. She also talked about the other maid Bessie. She told La Diabla that Bessie was such a kind person and they got along really well and doubted that she was involved. She did purposely leave out the sex games with her, Bessie and Gloria as she figured that was not an important detail at the moment. Then, Darby felt ashamed as she then talked about how her cover was blown. She told her that Gloria managed to see a photo of her in the Frankstown newspaper after the trial of Madam Olivia. She took a deep breath, then told La Diabla about the tickle torture she endured at the hands of Gloria and Helga and was forced to admit her true identity. Now she turned red after talking about how brutal that tickle torture was.

La Diabla listened to the story with great amazement. She then sensed Darby’s embarrassment as she talked about how she was tickle tortured into giving up her identity and that’s how she ended up in that cage. She grabbed Darby’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “That is incredible…wow, so you suffered before we even saw each other? And you still sacrificed yourself to save me? I-I feel honored in a way..” she said, feeling guilty again.

“Yeah, I guess I did. Like I said, you needed my help and I had to do something to save you…” Darby responded, still feeling La Diabla’s hand touching hers. “Now I am curious, how did you end up here??” she asked.

La Diabla chuckled a little as now it was her turn to describe how she got to this place. “Well, it started back in Mexico…” she started to say. She then talked about how El Guapo wanted her to locate the golden statue from the Montenegros so they can have more riches. She talked about how the Montenegros were gaining more power and her gang could not allow that to happen. She talked about going to their home city and she captured Priscilla. She then described how she tortured Priscilla and was very close to getting her to crack before Julio showed up with her men and she had to get away. La Diabla talked about how she jumped out of the window and hurt her ankle. She then talked about Cheyenne. She told her that Cheyenne managed to rescue her from a certain death and tended to her injury. She left out the details of Cheyenne tickling her feet but talked about she used techniques to help heal her ankle. La Diabla then talked about how she heard that El Guapo and her gang were attacked, and she did not know their fates. She had to hide and when she learned that Cheyenne was kidnapped from her tribe and forced to do manual labor, she decided she could bring Cheyenne home and she could hide there as well. She talked about the people of the Elu tribe and how kind they were. They accepted her as their guest, and it was a comfortable place to be. Then her heart started to race when she talked about Cheyenne ended up getting kidnapped by Helga and she had to go find her! She talked about how she desperately wanted to save Cheyenne and bring her back home. “But, I failed her…..” she finished then felt herself getting emotional again.

Darby listened to the story and could feel La Diabla’s pain. She was surprised that El Guapo’s gang was overrun, and their fates were unknown. She could also sense that La Diabla really cared about the young woman named Cheyenne. She then used her hands to bring La Diabla towards her and gave her a hug. “Hey, you didn’t fail her. We are going to get out of this, and we will bring Cheyenne back home. Just like we will do that for all the other women that are here….” she whispered in her ear.

La Diabla fought back the tears as she felt Darby’s embrace. It did feel nice, and it also felt very comforting to her. “I hope we can. I-I have to save her. I really do…” she whispered back.

Darby then released the hug and looked at La Diabla’s face. She could tell she was getting emotional talking about Cheyenne. “You really care about her, don’t you?” she asked.

La Diabla wiped her eye and looked back at Darby. “Yeah, I do. She is such a special young lady. She is so giving and caring, so innocent. Getting to know her over this time, I can tell she will do great things. I want to protect her. She doesn’t deserve any of this. It is like she is a family member to me now and I have to do something….”

“We will. We will get her and ourselves free. I don’t know how exactly, but we will.” Darby responded.

“I like your confidence Darby…You are actually giving me hope…I’m sorry I am not strong right now. I-I must look absolutely terrible right now and sound so pathetic….” she said, wiping her eyes and knowing how much her face was tear stained.

“No, you are still very beautiful Salem. I can see your beauty. I mean, you have such a beautiful face, but now I am seeing how beautiful you can be inside of you…” Darby responded with a small smile.

La Diabla felt herself blushing profusely at the compliment. She lowered her head as she felt a great deal of humility. “Thank you…” she whispered. She then looked up and saw Darby looking at her. “Funny how we both ended up in California at the same time…must be destiny.” she giggled a little.

Darby did a small chuckle realizing that was very extraordinary that they were reunited in a faraway place from where they met and after a year of separation. “Yeah, that is crazy. Now, how do we get out of this place?” she asked as she looked around the cage. She then looked at La Diabla again. “We will get out of here, but I will need your help. As much as I love seeing Salem right now, in order for us to survive this situation and go home, I can’t believe I am saying this, but I will need you to be La Diabla to help me do it…”

La Diabla looked at Darby and smiled when she heard those words, and she knew exactly what she meant. The deputy was right, if they were going to get out of here, she had to find her inner strength. She had to become what she was known for. She had to be “La Diabla” and use that ruthlessness to help them get out of this danger and to survive. “Yeah, I hope I can do that….” she said, trying to find her confidence again. She truly wished she could feel like her old self again.


Bessie was in her quarters sitting on her bed and looking over at where Darby slept last night. She was still in shock that her fellow maid wasn’t truly a maid at all. She was a Deputy from the town of Plotsville. After learning that her own employer was running a sex trafficking ring though this location, she knew she had to act. She was wondering, where could these women be? She cleaned this house from top to bottom and there was no sign of the women at all. “Maybe they are at another location? I have to find them. They are all in danger. But where? How do I even start?” she said to herself. Bessie then stood up from her bed and started to pace. Even though she wanted to help these women, she had to find them and then what would she do? The conversation she had with Gloria filled her mind. She said Darby was sent away, but that would seem odd. Maybe they were somewhere still in this house! Then a memory came to mind. She remembered there was one hallway she was forbidden to enter, Granger Hallway. Bessie’s heart skipped a beat as she remembered she was once in that hallway. She was in there because she had that play time session with Cheyenne, Gloria and Priscilla. After that session, when she was leaving, she remembered a hidden door in the wall of that hallway closing. It all made sense! It was a forbidden hallway, Cheyenne was in a room in that hallway and she is most likely a slave and there was a hidden door. Bessie decided she needed to go explore that hidden door! She then went out of her room and headed towards that hallway. She also knew she had to be very careful. If she got caught, then she would probably be sold off as well!

Bessie made it to the bottom of the stairs and then looked towards the dining room area. The sliding door was still closed, which meant Priscilla and Gloria were still having their lunch meeting that carried into the late afternoon. She tiptoed over to the area and saw that the door was still slightly opened. She could hear their voices which confirmed they were indeed still inside there.

“So, how many do you think we will sell tomorrow? 5? 6 of them?” Gloria asked.

“I think we may get that much. The buyer said he wanted to replenish his harem. He sounds very intriguing actually. He is from Indonesia I believe. He is coming by boat so he will come through the cove. I have instructed Helga to line the girls up and he can make his pick. I hope he does buy 6 of them. We are going to make a lot of money!” Priscilla responded.

“Oh yes, with each of them costing about $5,000.00, we will make a pretty good amount. I think we should sell the red headed deputy for $10,000. She is pretty exotic for the buyer so maybe he will do it? Although I will accept a lower price because that bitch could have ruined everything!” Gloria said with anger in her voice.

Bessie’s eyes popped open as she heard that Darby was going to be sold! Now she knew she had to act. She had to help save a woman who was here to free some innocent, kidnapped women from becoming sex slaves. She also remembered how close they were becoming, and she really liked Darby. Bessie knew tomorrow that some evil buyer would arrive to buy those poor women for something evil. She figured there was nothing she could do tonight. She went back to her quarters as she had a lot to think about. She sat down on her bed and started to think about all the things she learned today. Her heart sank as she thought about everything that was happening within this house. She then looked up at the ceiling and knew she had to do something to help these women tomorrow. Bessie did a quick prayer and thought about what she had to do.

THE NEXT MORNING

Bessie woke up early the next morning and felt a surge of adrenaline and anxiety flowing through her. Today was the big day and she felt a sense of excitement. She quickly got herself dressed and figured she would have to act before Gloria woke up and had her do chores. She knew time was of the essence and she left the room. She carefully walked down the stairs and then headed towards Granger Hallway. Once she made it there, she looked around the house to make sure no one was watching her, and she walked in. She did carry her feather duster with her just in case she ran into Gloria or Priscilla. She could always give the excuse that she was cleaning and lost track of where she was. As she walked down the hallway, she felt her nerves on edge and her heart was beating much faster. The pressure was getting to her as she thought she may be the last hope for those poor trapped women. She thought about sweet Cheyenne and how that young woman didn’t deserve such a fate like that. She also thought of Darby and wondered if she was ok. Bessie made it to the end of the hallway and looked at the door on her right. It was in that same room she got to play with Cheyenne. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then she faced towards the left. She slowly walked over to the wall that was there and she got her face closer to that wall. Her eyes made contact with the outline of where a door would be, and she was amazed on how disguised it was. She then looked around and wondered how she was going to open this door considering there wasn’t any door handles. She then put her hand flat on the wall and tried to feel if there was a secret latch or something. When she had her hand moving down the wall, close to her own midsection, she heard a click and the door started to open! Bessie stepped back and slowly and very carefully opened the door. Once she got it opened far enough, she walked in!

As she walked in, Bessie noticed she was at the top of a staircase. This blew her mind because there was a secret staircase inside this mansion. She has read mystery novels before, and hidden tunnels always fascinated her. She then turned around and slowly closed the door behind her. She didn’t want it left open in case Gloria walked into Granger Hallway and saw it opened. She then made it to the top of the staircase and took a deep breath. Her nerves were getting to her, but she had to be brave. She then descended down the stairs, taking each step very carefully as she had no idea where she was headed or what she might find. Once she made it to the bottom of the staircase, she turned her head left and right. On her left, she saw a tunnel that was illuminated with torches, and it intrigued her. “Where does that lead?” she wondered. Then, she turned her head to the right and saw that there was a blanket hanging from the ceiling and was partially opened. This was interesting because why would there be a blanket hanging in a tunnelway? “I wonder what is behind that blanket. Probably something very important!” she thought to herself as she made her way to the right. She carefully tiptoed to the edge of the blanket and when she was about to look inside, she thought she heard noises coming from the other side. She put her back to the blanket and then turned to her right and poked her head past the blanket. She saw that the tunnel came to a dead end, but what was making the noise? Bessie’s curiosity got the better of herself and she walked into that tunnel. Once she got inside, she saw what appeared to be a cage on her left hand side. She then peeked inside, and her heart came to a complete stop!

Both La Diabla and Darby woke up after a long night and started to discuss on what they could do to escape today. The buyer was coming in later today to come purchase some of the women, so if they were going to escape, they had to think of something quick.

“Now, we need to come up with some kind of plan so we can get out of here. How about we wait for one of those caretaker girls to come through with food and then we jump her?” Darby offered.

“I think we can do that. They don’t seem to be warriors. That sounds like a…..” La Diabla stopped mid-sentence as she noticed someone standing near the cage.

“Dorothy? Is that you?” Bessie asked as she came into full view of the cage. Inside the cage she saw her friend dressed in a haysack and looking disheveled. Then she noticed there was another woman in the cage with her, also wearing a haysack and looked like she was crying a lot.

“B-Bessie???!!! Is that really you?” Darby said, then stood up from her cot. She was absolutely stunned that she was staring at Bessie.

“It is true…You really are a prisoner…” Bessie said in complete shock. She could not believe she was looking at her friend behind bars. Then the reality of it all started to hit her. “So, it is true…Madam Wellington IS running some kind of trafficking ring…”

Darby could see the shock on Bessie’s face and heard her voice of shock. “Yes, it is true. Gloria Wellington has been operating a human sex trafficking ring.” she confirmed.

“A-are you really a…..deputy? Were you really an undercover deputy? Dorothy, I am shocked.” Bessie said, still not believing what was happening before her very eyes.

Darby felt shy and she blushed. “Yeah, it is true. I’m a deputy. Muh name is not Dorothy. It is Darby. I am Deputy Darby Reeves of Plotsville…” she told her.

“Wow wow wow wow!” Bessie said trying to comprehend it all. “You really ARE a deputy. I would have never guessed. How come you didn’t tell me?” she asked.

“Well….I was undercover. I couldn’t risk telling anyone inside the Wellington mansion who I really am. Believe me, I wanted to tell you, but I had to do muh job….” Darby responded. She did feel guilty about not telling Bessie, but she was right. She couldn’t reveal her identity while the mission was still going on. She could not jeopardize the assignment.

“I understand. How did you get in here??” Bessie asked. She then approached the cage door and wrapped her fists around the bars.

Darby then approached the bars and looked at Bessie. She could see the concern in her face. “Ms. Wellington figured out muh identity. So, she captured me, and put me in here. From what I understand, I am to be sold off to some buyer today.” she explained.

Bessie gasped in shock as she heard what Darby had to say. This was all surreal to her. She then made eye contact with La Diabla. The face looked very familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “Who is your friend? Is she going to be sold too?” she asked.

“Oh her? That’s La Diabla. She got captured too…” Darby said as she looked towards the outlaw.

“Wait, you’re La Diabla?? The dangerous outlaw???!!!” Bessie asked, shocked that she was actually face to face with a well known criminal.

“Yes, I am La Diabla…” La Diabla said as she looked over. She could tell Bessie was in shock. “Hey, do you think you can get us out of here?” she asked.

Darby then looked at Bessie and tried to look at her in the eyes. “Yeah Bessie, you can get us out of here!” she said with a smile.

“Huh? I-I don’t know how. Ms. Wellington doesn’t know I am down here. How would I get you out?” Bessie asked.

“You got to see if you can find a key! Bessie, you could save all of us. There are lots of women trapped inside this cavern. I really need you to find the key and get us free!” Darby told her. She could see how nervous Bessie was, but she had to get free. “I believe in you Bessie. I know you can do it. You have such a good heart and I know you don’t want to see us sold off as sex slaves somewhere. Even though I was undercover, my relationship with you was real. You are an amazing woman and I consider you muh friend.” Darby said. She felt herself get a little emotional because she really did care about Bessie. The two had a bond while she was disguised as a maid.

Bessie had a small smile on her face as she heard what Darby said about her. It is true. She and Darby really became good friends during the time they worked together and the thought of her in that cage really got to her. She knew she had to do something to find the key. “I will find it! I will try to find it right now. I have to be careful though. I don’t want to get caught. But I promise you, um Darby, I will get that key and get you both out of here! Nice to meet you La Diabla! I will be right back…” Bessie said. She then reached her hand inside the cage to touch Darby’s hand.

Darby smiled when she felt Bessie’s hand on hers. “Thank you Bessie. I know you can do it!” she told her. She then saw Bessie walk away and a feeling of confidence surged in her body. She then turned and faced La Diabla. “I think this is our ticket out of here. Bessie is a good woman. She will get us out of here…”

“I certainly hope you’re right. She seems nice. I guess we will just have to wait and see…” La Diabla said as she continued to sit on her cot.

Bessie made it back to the staircase and went right back up the stairs. When she got to the top of the staircase, she slowly and carefully pushed the hidden door open a little so she could peek her head out to make sure no one was there. When she saw that no one was in the hallway, she entered into the hallway and closed the door. She quickly made her way out of Granger Hallway and started to go back up the stairs.

“There you are!!! Bessie where have you been?” a voice said.

Bessie almost had a heart attack as she did not expect someone to be there. She turned around and saw Gloria standing there, looking directly at her. “Oh, um, hi Ms. Wellington! You startled me!” she said and started to fan herself. She realized she was mere moments away from being caught. Her nerves were on edge, and she started to sweat.

“Where have you been? I was calling for you. We are ready for breakfast.” Gloria told her. She started to wonder why Bessie seemed so nervous. “Are you ok Bessie? You seem…..jumpy…” she inquired.

“Yes ma’am, I am ok. I was so busy cleaning things; I must have not heard you. My apologies. I will have the cook prepare breakfast.” Bessie said as she came back down the stairs and started to head towards the kitchen. Right when she was about to enter it, she heard Gloria command her to stop. She then turned around and saw Gloria with a devious look on her face.

“I just wanted to let you know yesterday was an amazing day. After dinner tonight, I want you to come to my quarters. I am in quite a mood. Hehehehe You are going to experience a major orgasm tonight…” Gloria said as she stared at her beautiful maid’s body.

Bessie started to blush when she heard that, but she also felt strange. This woman was trying to have sexual favors with her, but she was also trafficking women to becoming sex slaves. She nodded her head affirmatively and blushed. “That sounds nice….”. She then thought of an idea. “Oh, Ms. Wellington, I was trying to unlock a closet down the East hallway. I wanted to put some supplies in there. Do you know where the set of keys are?” she asked.

Gloria was wondering why she wanted to know where keys were, but it made sense. Bessie was such a hardworking maid. “They are in my bedroom. Go in there and you will find them. Now, I am about to go for a quick walk with Ms. Montenegro for a moment and then we will return for some breakfast. Oh, and I have a surprise for you. My daughter Phoebe will be here in two days. She came home early from her European trip and will meet us out here.” she said with a smile.

“Oh? Phoebe will be here? That is really nice. She is such a nice person. I am sure she will have so many great stories to tell us about Europe. Hehe” Bessie responded. She then saw Gloria walking towards the front door. She took a deep breath and went into the kitchen. She had to tell the cook to prepare a meal and then get to the bedroom to find those keys!

Darby sat back down on the cot and looked at La Diabla. The outlaw was sitting cross-legged on the cot and was still slumping her shoulders. Darby knew she had to keep her motivated. “I am so happy Bessie found us. I have total faith that we will get out of here!” she smiled.

La Diabla looked up at her and smiled. She did enjoy Darby’s confidence. She was still trying to find hers. She knew she had to focus, and she had to become “La Diabla” again, but it was difficult after experiencing such a tough ordeal. “Yeah, I think you’re right. I just hope I can help you too. I know I have to be strong, but it still hurts right now.” she murmured.

“Hey, you are going to do great. I think once we get going, you are going to find your confidence again. You will be ok Salem. I trust and believe in you.” Darby told her. She saw La Diabla smile when she said those words and that gave Darby a lift. “I know you still feel the emotional and mental pain, but how does your body feel?” she asked.

“I think I am ok with my body. I don’t feel too much pain, although I am a little sore…” La Diabla replied, realizing her body was still in one piece after enduring such a horrendous tickle torture.

“How are your feet? I saw Helga smacking them with the stick. It looked like it hurt, and she kept doing it.” Darby asked.

“My feet? I think they are ok. You’re right, that beating she did on my feet did hurt me. It was pretty intense and it even made me more, um, sensitive..” La Diabla said as she started to remember the bastinado experience.

“I can imagine. Hey, let me see your feet. Let me see if they are damaged.” Darby asked. She wanted to see if La Diabla could stand when they did make their move to escape.

“Y-you want to see my feet?” La Diabla asked in disbelief. She started to fidget a little thinking about having her bare feet exposed to Darby.

“Yes, I want to make sure you are ok. I won’t hurt you..” Darby asked, not even thinking about the fact that she just asked La Diabla of all people to look at the soles of her feet.

La Diabla hesitated and was very nervous about exposing her feet. After suffering such great humiliation, she didn’t feel comfortable showing her feet. But she realized that Darby was simply trying to help her. She nodded her head and then she started to scoot back a little on the cot, then unfolded her legs. She then placed her feet flat on the cot and lifted her right foot in the air. “Ok, check to see if they are ok…” she said with a very quiet voice.

Darby held out her left hand and held La Diabla’s right ankle. She could see the bottom of the slipper and then she just realized what she was about to do. She was about to see the bottom of La Diabla’s foot. Never in her wildest imagination did she ever think she would be in this position. She felt her nerves going wild and she started to tremble. She then removed the slipper with her right hand and her eyes looked at the bottom of that size 7 foot. Her breath was short, and she stared at the sole. It still had a pink color to it, but to her satisfaction, there was no broken skin or even bruises. “It looks good actually. I mean, it doesn’t appear to be damaged…” she said with nervousness in her voice. She then reached forward with her right index finger and poked the center of the ball of the foot.

La Diabla felt that finger poke the ball of her foot and it tickled! She quicky removed her foot from Darby’s grasp as a reflex and smiled. “Yeah, I think my foot is ok…” she giggled.

Darby noticed the reaction and smiled. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked.

“No you didn’t….but my foot feels very sensitive. I think I will be ok.” La Diabla said with a smile. She didn’t want to admit she was feeling very ticklish. Even more ticklish than she ever did before the bastinado treatment.

Darby started to realize that she just witnessed a very ticklish reaction from La Diabla as she could see the slight smile on her face. Now her mind started to race. After being subjected to tickle torture from the same outlaw in the past, she just tickled her former rival. A surge of curiosity ran through her mind as she wondered what it would be like to tickle her. But right now, she couldn’t just go torture the woman. She did want to see her foot again. She had never been up close to La Diabla’s barefeet before. “Ok, I am glad that didn’t hurt. Ok, now let me see your other foot.” she requested.

La Diabla gulped as she heard Darby ask for her left foot. She was afraid of being tickled by accident, but she also didn’t want to disappoint Darby. After all, the woman was trying to help her. She then took a deep breath, removed the slipper off her left foot and picked her leg up to display the bottom of her foot to Darby. She couldn’t believe she was showing her barefoot to Darby. Never in a million years would she ever think there would be a day that her red headed deputy would see her feet. “Does it l-look ok?” she asked nervously. She was feeling shy and embarrassed at this point.

Darby stared at the sole of the left foot, and she started to feel nervous. She did like the shape of the foot and now she had a desire to touch it. She wished they weren’t trapped in this cage, because she wanted to play with the foot, maybe even tickle it. The thought of hearing La Diabla’s laughter in a peaceful setting caused by her was exciting to her. She even felt a twinge of arousal. She shook her head to come out of her lustful trance and examined the foot. The foot had that same pink skin and then she reached her right hand forward to grab the ankle and then took her left index finger to poke and prod the arch area. This time, she held onto the ankle as the foot jerked in a ticklish reaction as her index finger continued to poke the very tender foot. “Yeah, there is no broken skin or any bruises. Looks like your feet are going to be ok…” she said calmly. On the inside, she felt a thrill of tickling that foot.

“O-Ok..hehehe you can let my foot go then…” La Diabla giggled. She tried to pull her foot away, but Darby still had a grasp on it.

“Something wrong? You sound nervous. Am I tickling you or something? Hehe” Darby teased knowing full well she was doing just that.

“My foot is sensitive! Ok, let heheheheheh go!!” La Diabla giggled as her foot was finally let go after the finger did a stroke through her arch. She then looked at Darby who had a mischievous grin on her face. “Are you trying to tickle me on purpose??” she said with a smile.

“Who me? Of course not….hehehe” Darby giggled. She loved the look on La Diabla’s face. For the first time in this cage, her face was that of a happiness. “I will say that your feet are kinda….tender. I guess that makes you a….tenderfoot, right?” she said with a wink, remembering the nickname she was given by the outlaw.

La Diabla’s eyes rolled playfully as she heard that nickname. She remembered calling Darby that over a year ago and she giggled. “I’m not like you…Now you are a true tenderfoot.” she cracked back. She felt a surge of happiness as she slipped her foot back into her slipper.

“It is good to see you smile again Salem…I hope you are feeling better.” Darby smiled.

La Diabla smiled back at Darby and then ran her fingers through her hair, moving some of it from her face and over her ear. “Yeah, I feel a little better. Thank you..” she said with a smile and then lowered her head. She had to admit, her fondness for Darby really started to grow.

“Glad to hear that. When we get out of here, we will have to…” Darby was starting to say but then stopped herself. She felt herself about to ask La Diabla out on a “date” of sorts but didn’t want to make things awkward.

“Yeah, I guess we will have to…” La Diabla responded, aware of what Darby was trying to say. She felt herself blushing a little and could see Darby feeling awkward. “Now, we just have to get out of here.” she finished.


Bessie had finished preparing the dining room area and her mind was racing. She did hear Gloria and Priscilla leave the mansion to go for a walk and she knew it was time for her to make her move. She felt like she was the key to rescuing the women trapped in the cavern beneath this residence. She raced up the stairs and went to Gloria’s bedroom. She needed to find the keys! Once she got there, she started to look around. She went to the drawers and opened a few of them. She didn’t find a set of keys in any of the drawers. She then went over to the nightstand and searched in those drawers. When she looked inside the top drawer, she found a set of keys! She felt a sense of excitement as she found some keys. She looked at each one and noticed they were all similar. She had a feeling these were not the keys she was looking for. She decided to keep this ring of keys in case Gloria ran into her and she had to show she was looking for them. Bessie started to think that the key to the cages probably wouldn’t be with the other keys of the house. That would seem careless. “Hmmmm…I wonder where she hid the key?” she thought to herself.

She then looked around the room and her eyes caught the closet door. She cocked her head to the side and wondered what was inside the closet. Maybe there could be a box of items in there, a great hiding place for a secret key! “Well, let’s see what she has inside this closet. Maybe a skeleton. Hehehe” she joked to herself. She then opened the closet and what she saw blew her mind! The rack of clothes was parted and behind them wasn’t a closet wall. It looked like a small room. She went inside the closet and now she was in the small room. She just could not believe there was a secret room inside the closet. Bessie knew her employer was kinky, but this was definitely beyond her imagination. She saw a crate in the middle of the room that had ropes tied to it. She saw other ropes hanging from the ceiling and saw other objects, such as paddles, chains, even some feathers. “This woman is sooo kinky!” she said to herself as she determined this room was for secret sexual encounters. She shivered as she imagined that it could be her in this room tonight! She shook her head and looked around the room. She made it over to a small table that was in the room and her eye caught something! It was a set of keys! There were two of them on a ring and they looked large. She picked up the ring and stared at the keys. One of them had a small tag on it and a word that read “livestock” on it. This might be the key!! It made total sense to her that the keys to the cages would not be in plain sight, but hiding in perhaps, a secret room. She then put the keys in her uniform’s pocket and then exited the closet. She closed the closet doors and then left the room. She could feel her adrenaline flowing as this could be the moment that they needed to happen!

She made it to the bottom of the stairs and then she looked around. Gloria and Priscilla didn’t make it back yet. She took a deep breath and then right when she was about to head into Granger Hallway, she heard some voices. She froze in place and then when she looked, she saw a tall muscular woman and a slightly shorter, slimmer woman walking out of Granger Hallway. She stood there as they passed by her and then she noticed they saw her standing there.

Helga looked at Bessie standing on the staircase in total shock, and she smiled. “Hello there, who are you?” she asked.

“H-hello. I’m Bessie. I’m Ms. Wellington’s maid. W-who are you?” Bessie responded. She could not believe the woman before her. She never seen a woman with that kind of physique before. She looked very intimidating, and she felt herself get very nervous.

“We are friends of Ms. Wellington and Ms. Montenegro. We are meeting with them. You are maid huh? Well, nice to meet you, Bessie. I am Helga and this is Svetlana. They are outside, Da?” Helga asked.

“Y-yes. They are both outside. They went for a walk. You will see them out there. Um, nice meeting you…” Bessie said then she headed towards the kitchen area in a rush. She nearly felt her heart pop out of her chest as she realized those women must be the ones who did the actual kidnapping!

“She is cute, da?” Svetlana asked Helga as they started to head out the door.

“Da! Hmmm.. I wonder if she is ticklish too. I hope they let us play with her. She looks like a lot of fun…” Helga responded as she walked out the door with her partner in crime.

Bessie peeked her head back out into the main foyer again and heard the two Russian women leave. “How many women are in this place????” she asked herself as it seemed like more and more people kept popping up. It was originally just her, Gloria and Darby, now she met Priscilla and two Russian women. She took a moment to calm herself and then hurried into Granger Hallway and headed towards the hidden door. She couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if she got caught in this hallway by those two women. She would have been captured and probably sold! She finally made it to the hidden door, popped it open and then did one more look around and then went inside. She closed the door behind her and now she started to go down the stairs at a fast pace. She was getting excited! This could be the moment she would help these women get free! She made it to the bottom of the stairs and made a right. She then went past the blanket and made it to the cage that held Darby and La Diabla. “I’m back! I think I found the key!” she said in excitement.

Darby saw Bessie at the cage door and a smile came onto her face. She was excited to see her friend return so quickly! She then stood up and approached the cage door. “You think you found the key?! Let’s see if it works!” she said with excitement in her voice.

La Diabla felt an excitement course through her body as she saw Bessie and Darby looking at the cage door. She felt her surge of adrenaline kick in and now her mind was focused on getting out of here. She also started to feel hope that she was going to make it out of here. This feeling of hope also fueled her desire. Her desire for revenge as she felt anger building up in her again. Her instincts were returning and now was the time to do something!

Bessie nervously held the key chain she found in that secret room and then took the key labeled “livestock” and placed it on the keyhole. She then looked at Darby and smiled. “Well, here goes nothing…” she said and then she tried to twist the key. She heard a click and the key moved to the side. It worked! Her eyes popped wide open and then she pulled the cage door open.

Darby saw the cage door open, and she was in shock. She was free!! She then walked out of the cage and approached Bessie. With a huge smile on her face, she then leaned forward and gave the maid a huge hug! “You did it!! You did it!!! I knew you could do it!” she said with excitement as she hugged her tighter.

Bessie’s eyes started to well up as she realized she just freed her friend. It felt awfully good to feel that hug and she hugged back tighter. “I am so glad I could help…” she said feeling the emotion of the moment.

La Diabla approached the two hugging women and smiled. “Thank you for helping us…” she mumbled to Bessie. She then saw the two break the hug and she reached her hand forward to shake Bessie’s hand. She saw Bessie look at her hand and then she didn’t shake it. She then was surprised when Bessie lunged forward and hugged her!

“I am glad you are ok too!” Bessie said as she hugged La Diabla. Then she let go as she realized she just hugged a woman that was a well-known outlaw. “I’m sorry! I’m a little excited and I like to hug…” she said now feeling embarrassed.

“It’s ok. It was a nice hug…” La Diabla responded. She then looked at Darby and then gave her a hug. “Thank you Darby….” she said. She wanted to thank the woman who helped her in her worst moments. She then broke the hug and looked at Darby’s beautiful face. “Now, let’s get out of here!”

Darby smiled after feeling that hug from La Diabla. It was an important moment between the two women and the look of gratitude from the outlaw was something she was going to remember for a long time. “Yeah, let’s get out of here!” she said. Then, all three women walked past the blanket and then approached the stairs. Right when they were about to go up the stairs, Darby heard La Diabla’s voice.

“Wait! What’s down that tunnel? Does it lead to more cages?” La Diabla asked.

Darby’s eyes then popped open as she remembered when she went through this tunnel. In fact, she remembered who was in the first cage. Knowing how La Diabla felt, this was something she had to do. “Yeah, there are! In fact, come with me to the first cage., Let’s see if we can free our first prisoner…” she said with a smile.

La Diabla saw the smile on Darby’s face and figured she knew about the other slaves. She knew they wanted to free themselves, but it was also good to free the other women. She then followed Darby through the tunnel, and they approached the first cage on the right hand side. She saw Darby stop and then look at her. She was curious as to why Darby was nodding her head towards the cage. She then approached the cage and looked inside. Her heart nearly stopped, and her eyes were wide in shock. Inside this cage was her friend, Cheyenne! She approached the cage and saw the young woman sitting on her cot, her face in her hands. “C-Cheyenne?” she called out.

Cheyenne heard a voice and slowly lifted her head from her hands. She had been absolutely miserable after witnessing her friend get tortured and broken and she just couldn’t stop crying. Now, she wondered who was approaching her to make her life more miserable than it was. Once her head lifted, her eyes made contact with the person who called her name. Her jaw dropped in absolute shock as she realized who it was. It was La Diabla! “LA DIABLA??!!!! Is that you??!!” she said with shock in her voice. Her friend she cared for deeply was now standing in front of her. She stood up and started shaking in great anticipation.

“Cheyenne! Yes, it’s me! Darby, get this cage opened!!” La Diabla responded with excitement, and she started to feel her legs shaking. She wanted this moment ever since she left the village of the Elu tribe to go find Cheyenne after she was kidnapped.

Darby took the key from Bessie and then walked over to the cage door. She placed the key in the lock, and it turned! The cage door was opened, and Cheyenne nearly exploded out of the cage! “Whoa!” she laughed as the cage door almost hit her in the face.

Cheyenne ran out of the cage very quickly and then she made it to La Diabla and gave her the biggest hug she could possibly give. She wrapped her arms around La Diabla and squeezed tight. To feel this hug was a feeling that would be indescribable to her as it was filled with so much emotion. “You are ok!! You are ok!!!!” she shouted as she started to feel the tears coming down her face in pure joy. She laid her head across La Diabla’s shoulder and was overwhelmed with emotions. “I was so scared for you! I saw you go through that nightmare!! I was so scared, I was so scared!” she cried.

La Diabla felt the embrace and her own emotions got to her as this hug felt absolutely incredible. She was finally reunited with Cheyenne and could feel the young woman’s excitement. “Yes, I am ok. I am ok..” was all she could say as she hugged Cheyenne tight, happy to have her in her arms. She also felt overwhelmed with emotions, and she now had tears coming out of her own eyes as she felt that sense of relief and love.

Darby looked at the embrace between the two women and it was the sweetest sight. She knew these two had formed a strong bond and to see the two of them hugging each other got her teary eyed as well. This was such an emotional moment, and she wiped her own eyes as she wanted to cry too. Her heart was affected by this display of raw emotion and then she looked over at Bessie who also had a look of happy tears on her face.

Cheyenne continued to cry as she felt so much relief. Now she started to believe there was hope. “I am SO happy you are here with me now. Thank you thank you thank you…” she cried out.

La Diabla continued to let her tears fall as she felt this very emotional moment between the two. After finding her again, then getting tortured as Cheyenne watched broke her heart. Now, she was reunited with Cheyenne and hope filled her body that everything would in fact be ok. “I got you. I got you sweet Cheyenne. Now, let’s get the hell out of here…” she said as she then broke the hug. She could see the tears on Cheyenne’s face, and it made her heart melt. This was definitely a moment she was never going to forget, but it was time to escape from this horrible place.

Cheyenne nodded her head “yes” and then started to walk with La Diabla. She then had another heart stopping moment as she saw Bessie! She felt happiness as she thought Bessie was such a kind person to her while Priscilla was trying to have her tortured. “Bessie? Is that you???” she asked with excitement.

Bessie saw Cheyenne and it gave her such a lift in her soul. When she last saw Cheyenne, she was getting scolded by Priscilla. Seeing her so happy as she hugged La Diabla made her cry and filled her heart with joy. Now she was face to face with the same woman and she couldn’t help but reach out to hug her. “Yes it is me! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she apologized as she wrapped her arms around her young friend.

Cheyenne’s eyes started to water again as she felt the passion in Bessie’s hug. She knew what Bessie was referring to when she was telling her she was sorry. Her instinct was right, she had a feeling Bessie had no idea what her plight was. She just remembered that Bessie took very good care of her while they were in that “contest” and even did everything she could to make her feel comfortable with what was happening. Even though she was getting tickled, it felt more fun than it did torture. She also managed to have an orgasm which felt really good. “It’s ok. I know it wasn’t your fault. Thank you for being so kind to me…” she whispered in Bessie’s ear.

La Diabla looked at the two women’s embrace and wondered how did they know each other. She looked at Darby who also had the same look. “You two know each other?” she asked with great curiosity.

Cheyenne broke the hug and looked at La Diabla. “Yeah, we do. But it is a long story. I want to go home!” she said with excitement.

Bessie wiped a tear from her eye and looked at both Darby and La Diabla. “Yes, we must go! Ms. Wellington and Ms. Montenegro will be back soon! Plus, I saw two other women, one of them being the most massive, muscular woman I have ever seen. It is like she was sculpted from granite!”

“Yes, let’s go! We don’t have much time and we still have to free the rest of the women here.” La Diabla said as she then realized that she, Darby and Cheyenne were still wearing haysacks and slippers. This type of attire would not be proper enough for an escape. “Hey, does anyone know where our clothes are?”

Darby looked around and she knew La Diabla was right. Trying to lead an escape dressed in haysacks would make things difficult. Then it hit her. She remembered that hidden closet that was full of clothes. It was the storage for all the slaves’ clothes. “I think I know where our clothes are! Let’s get our clothes, then we can get these women out of here! Come on, follow me!” she directed. She then started to walk towards the staircase with the others in tow. She got to the staircase, and she looked behind her. La Diabla was right behind her, followed by Bessie, then Cheyenne. She then looked forward and went up the stairs. Once she made it to the top of the stairs, she slowly pressed the hidden door open and poked her head out to see if anyone was in the hallway. Then, she fully opened the door and told the group, “Ok, let’s go! Follow me!”.

The group all poured out in the hallway and Darby led them directly across to a door she remembered being the closet of clothing. She opened the door and turned on the light. She was correct! It was the storage area where all the clothes were. Then suddenly a small woman came out from behind a stack of clothes, surprising everyone. It was a caretaker!

La Diabla saw the woman come out of nowhere and knew she had to act fast to prevent her from screaming. She went right past Darby and swung her fist, connecting on the woman’s jaw, knocking her out. She stood over the woman and felt herself breathing hard. What excited her was that her reflexes were still there! She then turned around and faced the group. “Sorry, I just acted on instinct..” she shrugged.

Darby was amazed on how fast La Diabla reacted. She was stunned when the woman appeared and before she could even react, La Diabla was already lunging towards the woman. It dawned on her that La Diabla was still a ruthless outlaw, and it was actually really good to see those instincts taking place. She was also grateful they were on the same team! “That’s ok. I am glad you did! Ok, let’s get our clothes on!” Darby said with joy in her voice. The women then started to look through the clothes, trying to see if they could find theirs.

Cheyenne was looking through the different parts of the expansive closet and then she stepped over the fallen unconscious body of the caretaker. Her eyes saw something familiar, and she rushed over to go to it. It was her dress that she wore when she was kidnapped, and she felt a surge of excitement. “I found my clothes! And my moccasins!!” she said with glee. She then stripped off her haysack and slippers and stood there completely naked as she pulled down her hanging dress.

La Diabla smiled at Cheyenne’s excitement and for the first time since they’ve known each other, she saw Cheyenne’s naked body. For such a young, innocent woman, she sure had a nice body. She then turned away and then located her own clothes. “I got mine!” she exclaimed and then walked over to her clothes and now she stripped off her haysack and slippers and started to put her clothes back on.

Darby kept looking around and realized that her maid’s outfit was probably not going to be in this closet. She then noticed both Cheyenne and La Diabla were standing there completely naked. She had to admit, both women were incredibly sexy as she saw their bodies. She had to snap out of it as she had to find her own clothes.

Bessie saw Darby looking over the clothes and then she noticed something. She saw a suitcase! “Hey, um Darby, isn’t that your suitcase you brought with you?” she asked, still trying to get used to the name “Darby” after calling her “Dorothy” from their time together.

Darby then looked over at the place Bessie was pointing and it was her suitcase! It must have been put in here once she was captured and tortured. She went over to the suitcase and unfastened the straps and opened it. It was indeed her clothes! It was her regular clothes she would wear in Plotsville. “I found them! This will be so much better!” she said with glee in her voice. She then stripped off her haysack and slippers and began to put her clothes on.

Bessie stood there and realized that all three women were completely naked and putting clothes on. It was such an interesting sight as she saw three beautiful women of different heights and skin tones standing there completely naked. She could see their feet, their legs, and flashes of their private areas and breasts. She felt herself feeling embarrassed as she gazed at their forms and then felt little better once articles of clothing were put on their bodies. She did notice each woman were shaved on their groins and wondered if that was a trait the traffickers did on purpose. She remembered Cheyenne being shaved from their earlier encounter but noticed La Diabla and Darby were also missing their pubic hair. It didn’t take long and soon, all three women were fully clothed. From their boots to their shoulders. “You guys all look good! I bet it feels so much better to wear those clothes instead of those nasty haysacks!” she said with a smile.

“Yeah, this is SO much better!” Darby said as she finished buttoning her jeans. She looked at the other women and could tell each of them felt a lot more confident.

Bessie smiled as she agreed with the assessment. Then she addressed the group as she had her own safety to worry about. “You know, I think I better get back to my post. I really want to help all of you, but I think you can take it from here. It would be better if I keep myself within Ms. Wellington’s presence because I could learn some things and keep you all apprised. I could also keep her occupied so you can all sneak out of here.”

Darby looked at La Diabla, then back at Bessie. “That is a good idea. I don’t want you to be in danger. Plus, using you as a spy could be helpful in bringing her down. So go back to your post and you could be our lookout. It will take some coordination to get all the women out of here and we need someone to keep them occupied somehow.”

“Yes, we don’t want you to blow your cover. Bessie, that is a good idea to keep them occupied. Since there are so many girls, we don’t want a huge confrontation and then someone gets hurt. In fact, Darby can you map out an escape route for us? Me and Cheyenne will free the other girls. We will meet back into this hallway so the girls can get their clothes and we can get out of here. Let’s be careful ladies, we are close to getting out of this nightmare…” La Diabla said. The women all looked at each other as they discussed the plan and then walked out of the room.

Darby caught up to Bessie and touched her arm from behind. She saw Bessie turn around and she saw that smile. “Bessie, I just want to tell you that I never intended to keep muh true identity a secret. I had to keep muh cover so I could figure out what Ms. Wellington was up to. Please don’t think I was lying to you.” she said with concern in her voice.

Bessie took a deep breath and smiled at Darby. “I understand now. When Ms. Wellington told me you were an undercover Deputy, it just didn’t make any sense. I couldn’t understand why you would sneak into the mansion and spy on us. But after what I saw today, with you and others being trapped in cages, I am glad you were undercover. You are really talented Darby. You really worked hard as a maid and well, you were really sweet with me. So, I want to help you. My parents taught me that I should always do the right thing and helping all these women is doing the right thing.” she told Darby with pride in her voice.

“Thank you Bessie. When this is all over, we will have to hang out sometimes. I know our home cities are not too far from each other, so maybe we can meet up as regular people and not having to do so many chores. Haha” Darby chuckled. She then leaned down and hugged Bessie. “Be careful muh friend. Gloria is capable of lots of things as we know from experience. She can be a little, um, frisky….”

“hehehe to say the least. I will. You be careful Darby. If they are engaged in human trafficking, they are probably really dangerous. I will try to keep them occupied and you can sneak the girls out of here. Good luck!” Bessie said, then headed towards the kitchen area.

Darby watched her friend walk away and she started to look down Granger Hallway. She went back into the hallway to try and prepare the girls to come out of the hidden door and get their clothing from this closet. Once La Diabla and Cheyenne return with the trapped girls, they would get their clothes and they would get out of this horrible place. Everything so far was going according to plan.


La Diabla and Cheyenne went back into the hidden doorway and went down the stairs. La Diabla looked around and saw another staircase, right next to the blanket that was hanging from the tunnel ceiling, where she was in a cage. This staircase led upwards and she figured this was the staircase that led to the 3rd floor of this cavern. It made sense. The staircase she came down was the only one connected to the mansion and if this was a secret cavern, it would only have one entrance to the house. She then looked at Cheyenne. “Come on, let’s go up these stairs that was we can free the women. We will do the 3rd level first, then come back for the second level.”

“Ok! That sounds like a good plan.” Cheyenne said with excitement. She was absolutely thrilled she was part of this mission to free other women. She was also very excited she was helping La Diabla. She was so concerned when she saw her friend suffer, but now she was free and even helped free her from her own cage. To her, La Diabla was the strongest woman she has ever known and a true hero to her. As she made her way up the stairs, she felt her admiration growing. Once they made it to the 3rd level, they made a right and walked down the tunnel. That’s when she saw the cages. Cheyenne approached one of the cages and saw the woman sitting inside with a very sad face. She knew that expression all too well and this was going to be a great moment. “Hey! We are here to free you!” she told the woman.

La Diabla took the cage key and unlocked the cage door. She saw the frightened young woman and motioned her hand to have her leave the cage. She saw the woman approach the cage door and with a little trepidation, she stepped out of the cage. “Come on, let’s go. This is your chance to get out of this horrible place!” La Diabla told her. She couldn’t help but smile as the woman had such excitement on her face and she could tell the woman was very grateful.

“You’re free now!” Cheyenne told the woman and gave her a hug. She felt good that this woman was now free. She then followed La Diabla down the tunnel as they continued to open cages and free the women inside them. Cheyenne could tell the women were excited and soon, every cage on the 3rd level was opened and the women freed. There were about 10 women in the tunnel and now it was time to go.

“Let’s go! Time to get your clothes and we will lead you all out of here…” La Diabla instructed. She then led them down the tunnel back to the stairs and they all went down the stairs. Once they made it to the bottom, she led them up the other flight of stairs to the hidden door. She opened the door and looked at Cheyenne. “Cheyenne, lead them to that closet and have them put their clothes on. Once they get them on, keep them there in the hallway. I am going to go free the ones on the second level. Can you do this?” she asked.

“Yes!!! I can do it!!” Cheyenne said with excitement. She was eager to help these women and lead them to safety. She then looked at the crowd of women and motioned her hand. “Follow me! No more haysacks!” she giggled and then went into Granger Hallway and made her way to the closet. As she walked across the hallway, she could see Darby and waved.

Darby smiled as she saw the group of women crossing the hallway and heading into the closet. She could hear their excited voices and it made her smile. Now she had to figure out the easiest way to get them out of here. She then turned around and when she did, she saw a rather imposing figure heading her way. It was Helga!!!! Darby froze in her tracks as she made eye contact with the muscular woman.

Helga stopped in her tracks as she saw Darby standing in front of her, just 10 feet away. She noticed Darby was wearing regular clothes and she wondered how did she even get free? She felt anger rising in her body and it was time to catch this woman and get her back in the cage. She also realized that if Darby was free, it meant La Diabla was free as well. She slowly walked towards Darby and then she heard the cute giggles coming from the closet deep inside the hallway. The slaves were escaping! “How the hell did you get free??!!!” she demanded.

Darby was nearly frozen in place as she stared at Helga. She was definitely not looking to run across Helga as she wanted these women to get free. She could also hear their giggles in the closet and knew Helga was going to not only go after her, but those poor women too. She knew she had to protect them, and she got herself ready. “Listen Helga, I suggest you get out of my way! We are leaving and you can’t stop us!” she said, trying to sound in control.

Helga had a wry smile as she heard Darby’s words. “You think you can stop me? When I get my hands on you, I am going to make you PAY for getting out of your cage. I guess you have not learned your lesson….” she said with venom in her voice. She then started to walk towards Darby in a menacing manner. She was going to make Darby suffer!

Darby saw Helga approaching and knew the moment of truth was here! Helga was a little taller than her, and definitely a lot more muscular than her, but she had to do her duty! She has faced large men before, although Helga seemed a lot more intimidating, especially as she did suffer severe tickle torture at her hands. It suddenly dawned on her that she did get her gun from the suitcase and why bother with a physical confrontation when she was armed? She then reached for her weapon, but as soon as it started to get pulled from the holster, the gun was knocked out of her hand by a very quick kick from Helga!

“Oh no, no gun for you, you bitch! Now, you suffer!” Helga said as she lunged towards Darby. She managed to get close to her opponent and tried to grab her. Her victim dodged her attempt and then she felt a punch to the side of her jaw. Helga then stood straight up and grabbed her jaw. Darby just punched her in the face!!! “Oh, you will PAY for that!” she screamed.

Darby was proud of herself for managing to hit the Russian monster in the jaw. She was surprised that she dodged her attack and hit her in response. She did notice how strong that jaw was because she put a lot of power into her punch. “I don’t think so!” she said with great confidence. She saw Helga rushing towards her with a look of malice and Darby waited for her to get closer. Then, she lashed out with her leg, trying to kick Helga right on the chin with a roundhouse kick but when her boot got close to the attacker’s head, her foot stopped in mid strike! Helga had caught her booted foot! Then, she felt a tremendous amount of pain as the Russian viciously twisted her ankle and then she fell to the floor.

Helga started to chuckle evilly as she watched Darby crumble to the floor in pain. She anticipated Darby trying to kick her because she was bouncing on the balls of her feet when she lunged for her. Helga knew these kinds of moves from her vast fighting experience, so she was ready for it. Now she stood over the fallen deputy and then started to press her foot down on the injured ankle. She heard the yelp of pain and smiled. “Now, I really hurt you….” she said as she then reached down and grabbed Darby’s hair. She pulled the woman up to her feet and saw the look of pain on her face. She then felt a punch to her stomach as Darby was still fighting her. Helga grew angry and then rushed Darby and put her shoulder into Darby’s midsection like a tackle and they ended up crashing through a door to a room! Now, Helga was on top of Darby on the floor with her opponent on her back trying to swing her arms. Helga then caught the wrists and using her strength, she held the hands over the head, and she felt Darby still struggling. “Be still!” she said, then slapped Darby across her face with a powerful strike.

Darby felt the strike against her face, and it hurt bad! Helga was a very strong woman so any strike she did would definitely be felt. She realized she was in a room, on the floor, on her back and now this heavier woman sat on her hips and her arms were over her head. “Get…OFF..of me!!!” she screamed as her legs started to kick.

Helga felt Darby’s legs kicking and then she realized where she was. She was in her own quarters and saw the bed. It was time to torture Darby! She then reared her hand back and with great force, she slapped Darby across the face. She saw that Darby was stunned by the blow and she stop kicking her legs. Now, it was time to get Darby ready! She got up off her body, grabbed a handful of red hair and pull the woman up to her feet with great ease. She then lifted Darby over her right shoulder and then drove her into the bed like a tackler. The two bounced on the bed a little and Helga could hear Darby losing her wind as she drove her shoulder deep into the belly when they landed on the bed. Now, she put Darby’s hands over her head and held the wrists down with her left hand and sat on her hips. Now, she was about to have some fun!

Darby started to groan as she felt pain in her belly and her cheek. She then realized that once again she was on her back, her arms were over her head and the heavier woman was on top of her. What made it worse was she was on a bed so kicking her legs and trying to get leverage was more difficult. She saw the look on Helga’s face, and she felt a chill. “Get off of me!!” she demanded.

“Niet! You dare try to escape from me? Well, you will pay a price. Keep struggling because it only makes me more excited!” Helga responded. She then had a sly smile as she felt Darby writhing under her body. “You struggle too much. You have too much fight in you! But, I will take that out of you. Remember, I know you have a particular…….weakness….” she smiled.

Darby’s eyes popped open as she heard what Helga just told her! “No…no..you wouldn’t dare!!!” she screamed as she had a feeling of dread. Then she saw Helga wiggling her fingers on the right hand. She started to go into a panic as she saw those dreaded fingers headed towards her armpits. She shook her head back and forth and she tried to kick her legs, but the leverage Helga had on her was unescapable. She saw the fingers getting closer and closer to her exposed left armpit and when it got close, she panicked! “NO!!!! NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she squealed as the fingers now started to rummage all over her armpit. Her only saving grace was that she had a shirt on, so the fingers were tickling her through the fabric. The tickling sensation was still strong, and she felt her body trying to twist and turn, but she just couldn’t get her wrists free. Darby marveled at how strong this woman was to be able to hold her wrists down with one hand and couldn’t help but laugh freely as the fingers were now pressing into her armpit. After being tickled several times all in one day, her nervous system was still very raw with ticklish sensations, and this was driving her crazy.

Helga loved the feeling of Darby’s writhing body as she tickled that armpit. She realized she was tickling through the shirt, but once she got Darby a little more exhausted, she was going to strip that shirt right off so she could tickle the bare skin. In fact, she had plans to strip Darby naked! “Yes, you are such a ticklish little deputy..hehehehe I am going to tickle you all over your body! I am going to strip you naked, and I will tickle *everywhere* hehehehehe” she laughed, then pressed her fingers deeper into the armpits. She absolutely loved the feeling of power she had tormenting Darby. She enjoyed tickling her in that secret room in Gloria’s closet. She enjoyed shaving her pussy hairs off in the cavern and tickling her there, now she was tickling her again and each time this woman was getting more and more sensitive.

Darby continued to laugh with great intensity as the strong fingers continued to probe her armpit. She turned her head to see those fingers scrabbling wildly in that area. She could see the fingers sliding all over the shirt and she also felt a chill in her body as she heard that she was going to be stripped naked again! She finally got clothes back on her body after such a long torturous day and she was going to wind up naked once again. “PLEASE YA HAVE TO STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she laughed with reckless abandon.

Helga continued to stroke her fingers on the pit and now focused on the middle of the armpit. She then took her index finger and pressed it deep into the middle of the hollow and she grinned as Darby’s hips were trying to buck her off. Her leverage was perfect and with her weight, there was no way Darby would be able to move her off. She then wanted to tease Darby further. “Yes, such a ticklish little girl! You are supposed to be a tough deputy, right? Listen to you! You are *so* weak and helpless under Helga’s fingers! Now, you just laugh and laugh. Can you imagine what will happen when I get your boots off?” she teased.

Darby’s eyes popped open when she heard Helga’s taunts and definitely felt true fear when she heard the mention of her boots coming off. She definitely did not want her feet tickled as she remembered just how brutal Helga tickled her feet before! “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOO!!! NOT MUH BOOTS!!!! DON’T TAKE OFF MUH BOOTS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.

“Yes, your boots will come off and I will tickle those big, pink, ticklish feet of yours again, and I will never stop! In fact, I think I will purchase you so I can have you and that other bitch! Imagine, both of you getting tickled by me every day in Siberia!” Helga teased. She then stopped the armpit tickling and moved her hand down the left side of Darby’s body and located the ribcage hidden beneath that shirt. She formed her hand into a claw and started to squeeze and press into that cage, sending a new hellacious wave of ticklish sensations throughout her victim’s body.

Darby continued to laugh freely as her rib was now being tickled. She tried to twist her body to get away from the hand squeezing her cage, but it was no use. She was also surprised that she couldn’t free her hands to defend herself. The tickling itself wasn’t a teasing touch, it was a firm touch, designed to bring out the worst tickling sensations. She then looked at Helga’s face and she saw a joy in her eyes. This woman truly enjoyed inflicting this kind of torture. “HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!!!! YA GOT TO STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” she screamed.

Helga could feel Darby’s body getting a little weaker as the tickling started to wear her down. She then squeezed the ribs a little harder which caused the deputy to shriek and then go into uncontrollable giggles. “That’s right…laugh! Laugh for Helga!!! I will have to get my shackles to tie you down so I can REALLY tickle your sweet body….” she teased. She then stopped her rib tickling for a moment and decided she wanted to see a little of that body. Using her right hand, she lifted Darby’s shirt up and exposed the belly. She could see the heaving stomach going up and down trying to catch breath. “Such a cute tummy you have….” she teased.

Darby started to pant and tried to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe this woman was rendering her helpless again by tickling her. It was definitely a submissive feeling she was having as the woman was able to hold her down and torment her. She felt her body getting tired and soon she wouldn’t be able to get away from Helga. She felt her shirt get lifted and knew her belly was exposed. “You got to stop! Let me go!” she squealed. She tried once again to squirm, but she just could not get free. If only she could get her arms free!

“No, I will not let you go! I want to torture you…” Helga grinned then started to lightly caress her finger across the smooth stomach. She loved how the skin quivered under her touch and flashbacks of tickling a naked Darby filled her mind. “I am going to torture you and there is nothing you can do about it….” She teased and then started to rummage her fingers faster across that skin. She could see Darby’s face starting to go into a panic as the tickling was breaking her down. She stared at the white teeth, the beautiful eyes and loved the sound of her giggles. Helga wanted to get Darby naked again so she could have her way with her again. “Oh yes, I am going to enjoy this….” she cooed then lowered her head and dipped the tip of her tongue into Darby’s belly button!

Darby felt that tongue go into her belly button and she felt a huge surge of energy go through her body. It tickled a lot and now her body went into a much stronger spasm. She then felt Helga’s right arm reach up to hold down her left arm, while her left arm held down her right. She looked down and saw Helga now licking sucking on her belly button which drove her absolutely wild. “STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU GOT TO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOP STOP STOOOOOOOOOPPP!!” she roared.

Helga heard the hysterical laughter and continued to swish her tongue in and out of the navel, truly enjoying the taste. Now, she started to smack her lips as she ravished that navel. “mmmmmm you taste so good…*slurp slurp*…Just wait until I get you naked. I am going to taste that peach of yours…..” she teased as she continued to taste Darby’s belly….


Characters featured in this part:

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