Ok fans, here we go! The final series of Phase 4 of the Deputy's Universe saga. What a ride it has been this phase. We had 6 lead-in series before this one. It is the culmination of a story line throughout this phase. Now, this phase ending series will be a little different that the previous ones. This particular series will be more focused on La Diabla. It is a tale of her journey throughout life. Of course Darby and the others will be heavily featured, but this story is centered around what happens with our favorite outlaw. This series, to me, has a tremendous story, and I hope you enjoy it as well. Of course, there will be PLENTY of tickling action. From torturous tickling, to playful tickling, sensual tickling as well, this series has it all. It also shows growth amongst a few characters. There are emotional scenes and some really entertaining ones. I do want to thank all of you for reading all of this. This is truly a novel size story. I mentioned it before, this series has 22 chapters that amount to close to 1400 "book pages". It truly is a lot of reading, and I have such love for the fans who have read it all. I especially have love for those who have followed this entire saga since its inception in December 2020. There will be a phase 5, which also might be the last one. As you can imagine, writing this saga takes up a tremendous amount of time. Time that is shrinking for me. So, we shall see how it goes. I can say this, for those who found the "side" character Millie fascinating, she will have a larger role in the next phase. Something for you to look forward to. haha Ok, let's begin this epic journey of these ladies! As always, your comments are encouraged and definitely most welcomed.
The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice
PART 1
It was a warm summer morning, and the sun was already setting the temperature for the day. It was only 9am and the day was going to be very warm. Inside a hotel room, three women were relaxing and also getting ready for the day. They had spent the previous night going out and having fun in the fiesta in the Mexican town of Cuidad Azteca. They had traveled far to the town, but their first night was a lot of fun for them. They didn’t stay out too late because since they were all in their 50s, they didn’t have the same stamina as they used to have when they younger. Nonetheless, they truly enjoyed themselves and planned to stay one more day and depart back to their homes the next day. As two of them still rested on their beds, the third one stood up and stretched. She was feeling a bit anxious and wanted to go for a walk. She walked over to a mirror and looked at her long black hair, with the gray streaks in it. She saw an older woman, but a woman still full of life. She looked back at her friends and smiled. “I am surprised I still look this good. Hehehehe Ladies, last night was a lot of fun. So, what are the plans for today?” the woman asked.
“Isabel, you always look great. I have no idea how you do it. You also have some good energy. Amiga, I was done by 9:30 last night but you? You kept going. Sorry to ruin your fun and bring you back here. I was very tired, hehehe” a friend responded.
“Aye!!! It’s ok. Believe me, I can feel it. I am not that young lady anymore, but since we came all this way, I want to make the very best of it. I like this town. Very festive and the people are very nice. Tonight, I need you both to expend all your energy. We can sleep on the way back home tomorrow. Luisa, and Julia, we may be in our 50s, but we got to enjoy this while we can.” Isabel responded. She felt very good this morning after waking up from a good night’s rest. She then finished putting on her earrings and looked back at her friends. They were really good friends of hers, and they spent most of their days in their homes, relaxing and handling whatever business they had to attend to. They would also sit together at one of their homes and just gossip away. When she laid in bed the previous night, she couldn’t help but think of someone. Someone who meant everything in this world to her. Isabel thought about her daughter Salem, also known as the notorious La Diabla. Her friends mentioned her name the previous night and she really missed her. It had been some time since they last saw each other, and she hoped she was doing well. She knew she was staying with the Elu tribe in California. She wished she could spend more time with her, especially as the years were going by so quickly. She thought about her spirit and hoped they could reunite soon. But for now, she wanted to have some fun before going back to her daily life. She wanted to take a walk this morning because every day, she went for walks. She looked in the mirror and sighed. “Well, I will be right back my friends. I am going to take my walk.” she told them.
“You’re going for a walk? Right now? Isabel, we are in a new town. Can’t you just wait and then join us for breakfast?” Julia told her.
“Hehehe That’s how I stay young. I exercise. When I come back, we will go for some breakfast. You two really should come with me. Walking gets your blood pumping.” Isabel invited. She looked at her two friends, who were still in their pajamas and looked like they wanted to sleep again.
“You go ahead. Hahaha I think I will just stay in bed a little while longer. Don’t take too long though. My stomach is already growling.” Luisa said with a smile.
“Heheh ok, I will go for a shorter walk. Plus, it is quite warm outside, and I don’t want to get too sweaty. Ok my lazy friends, I will be right back.” Isabel joked, then headed out the door of the hotel room. She figured a quick, brisk walk would energize her for the day and then come back to get some breakfast with her friends. She made it outside and could see that there weren’t too many people around. She liked that better because when she went for walks, she liked to be alone to think about things. She started to walk and hoped to make it back soon.
Two sets of eyes lit up when they saw Isabel leaving the hotel and starting to walk down the street. They were excited to see her walking alone and it was time for them to execute a plan they had set up. The previous night, they followed Isabel and her friends back to their hotel to spy on her and wait for an opportunity. They had a mission of their own. They were instructed to kidnap Isabel and bring her back to her employer. Since Isabel was with friends, they had to wait until they could isolate her and then make their move. Their employer wanted to kidnap her so that she could get some kind of revenge against La Diabla. They knew they could not fail in this mission because they already failed by not getting a hold of a diamond their employer really wanted. They had spent the night near the hotel and were uncomfortable because they had to make sure they watched the hotel and wait for Isabel to appear again. They had expected her to be with her friends but seeing her alone really got them excited.
“She is alone! We should strike!” Pilar told her partner in crime, Maria. Pilar was really excited about the opportunity to complete this assignment. She really wanted to curry the favor of her employer, Priscilla Montenegro, and bring the innocent woman to her. She had no idea what Priscilla had planned for Isabel, but it was to hurt La Diabla, the same woman that foiled their own plans. She looked at her partner and grinned.
“Yes, this might be our chance! It was going to be hard to isolate her, but now she is alone. Come on, let’s do this! We have to get this done or Priscilla will kill us.” Maria responded. She had been very nervous when they had to tell Priscilla they didn’t get the diamond. But they were given this assignment and since they were going to be involved in a sex trafficking ring, kidnapping women was going to be a skill they had to do.
“Ok, you know what to do. Bring her to me, and she will be ours!” Pilar said to her friend. Their plan was simple. They were going to lure Isabel over to a nearby alley and perform their usual method of robbing an innocent victim. She was also happy there weren’t too many people around. It seemed as though luck had finally found their way to them.
“Be right back. Hehehe” Maria giggled, then started to leave her position and follow the unwitting Isabel.
Isabel looked around as she walked. She could see some people walking around and the town was going about their day. It was still early, and she knew it was going to get crowded really soon. This town’s fiesta was so energetic and festive, the people were partying all day and into the night. She loved the many decorations around town and could smell the food cooking in the air. That made her own stomach growl. She could also feel the warmth of the sun and wondered why she chose to wear her black dress with a red sash as her belt and reddish leather boots. She figured she would walk for a few more minutes, then head back to see her friends. As she continued to walk, she saw someone approaching her. The woman looked a little panicked and she wondered what was happening. She thought the young lady was very pretty and saw her coming up to her.
“Senora!!! Can you help me?!!” Maria said, starting her standard ruse of luring unsuspecting victims to where her partner was hiding. She saw Isabel up close for the first time and saw just how beautiful she was. She had a very attractive face and for someone her age, she was rather radiant. Kidnapping her was going to be interesting and she wanted to see what Priscilla had in mind.
“What’s the matter, senorita? What’s wrong?” Isabel asked. She could see the young lady seemed in a panic and wanted to help her. She always believed in helping others and wanted to make sure this woman was going to be ok.
“It’s my friend! She fell in that nearby alley, and I think she is hurt! I-I need someone to help me get her to her feet!” Maria lied. She liked this set up and it worked when they kidnapped Veronica. She thought it would be ironic that the same trick would be used to capture the mother of the woman, who rescued Veronica.
“Ok, show me. I will help you and we can get her to a doctor.” Isabel responded. She felt concerned that someone was hurt and wanted to make sure they could get to a nearby doctor. She followed the young lady, and she also looked around. She wondered if she could find a man to possibly help carry the woman’s friend. There weren’t any around at the moment, and she hoped the friend wasn’t too large. She followed the woman into the alley, and she saw someone lying on the ground. She noticed the person was a larger woman, and she appeared to be injured. She walked over to her and knelt down on the ground. She reached her hand forward and touched the arm of the woman. “Hey, are you ok? Do you need help?”
“No, but you do!” Pilar said, then got up quickly, reared her right arm back and then slugged Isabel flush across her jaw. She watched as Isabel collapsed to the ground in a heap. She then stood up and looked over the dazed body. She knew she connected with a very strong punch and because she knew Isabel was older, she was definitely going to be knocked out. She looked over at Maria and smiled. “Perfect! Hahaha she is out like a light, and she is OURS!” she grinned.
Maria saw how fast Isabel hit the ground and saw her knocked out face. Her partner was very strong and, in a way, she hoped she didn’t injure her too badly. “Wow, you knocked her out cold. I hope you didn’t kill her.” she said.
Pilar thought about that and checked for a pulse. She could feel one and could hear Isabel breathing as she lay on her right side. She did hope to knock her out, not kill her. She then reached down and scooped the woman up and had her in her arms. “She’s not dead. She is definitely out though. Ok, now let’s get her to the spot Priscilla told us to go to. I will take her there, and you bring Priscilla. How crazy is it that she will be in the same spot her daughter rescued Veronica? Hehehe It just seems poetic.” she said, the smiled.
“Ok, I will go get her. She will be happy! I wonder what she has planned for her. Whatever it is, I know La Diabla is going to regret the day she stole that diamond from Priscilla. Now, her mother is in danger. Don’t get seen. We have too much on the line for failure.” Maria said. She saw how Isabel’s head was hanging and, in a way, hoped she was going to be ok. The beautiful woman reminded her of her own mother and didn’t want to see her hurt. She then started to walk out of the alley and headed back to her hotel room where Priscilla was waiting.
Pilar looked at a knocked-out Isabel and smiled. She also thought she was very pretty and hoped they could have some fun with her like they had with Veronica. She wanted to know what Priscilla had planned. She started to walk away, carrying the innocent woman in her arms, knowing that their new adventure was about to begin. “I can’t wait to see what happens to you. In fact, I can’t wait to see how your daughter reacts when she finds out. She is going to regret the day she ever crossed me and Priscilla Montenegro. Hehehe” she laughed as she walked away.
La Diabla was sitting on edge of the bed and was putting on her boots. She had a really good night’s sleep and now it was time to get ready. She looked in front of her and saw both Veronica and Gabby standing there and putting on the rest of their clothes. She loved how they would banter with each other and there was so much love in the air between them. It made her think of the previous night where for the first time, she had sex with the two of them. It was a surreal experience because she got drunk and the next thing she knew, she was being tickled by them, then stripped naked. It was such a fun and intense time between all three of them and it turned out to be a very beautiful thing. She woke up in the morning with the two of them nestling on each side of her and she could feel the love. She didn’t know if she would ever do that again with them but having that moment would bring special memories for her and she truly adored the both of them. She finished putting on her boots, then stood up. “Wow, I still feel tired. Hehehe” she said, then stretched her body.
“Hahaha because we all put in a lot of energy last night. I am still tired myself.” Gabby grinned. She immediately started to think about the threesome they had had the previous night, and her heart filled with joy. She and her girlfriend, Veronica, had talked quite often about having a sexual threesome with the dangerous outlaw. It finally happened and she still basked in the afterglow of that moment. When she woke up, she saw the sleeping face of La Diabla and couldn’t believe it actually happened. She knew the next time it was just her and Veronica making love, they would flashback to that threesome and make themselves even more horny.
“I am too. Maybe we should stay in bed all day. You know, to rest and then perhaps have some more fun.” Veronica said with a grin. Having that moment with the women who meant the most to her was the fulfillment of a dream. She loved Gabby with all her heart and there was a special place in her heart for La Diabla. Waking up next to her naked body was surreal and she wished they could do it all again. “Maybe I could just suck the toes of both of your feet and relax you. Hehehe” she offered.
La Diabla had a shy smile as she thought about everything that had happened. These two ladies were still very horny towards her and it did sound tempting, but she knew she had to get back to Bella’s home. “That sounds nice, but we do have to go back. I feel like I am ignoring Cheyenne. Hehehe and, if you suck my toes, it will probably tickle, and I don’t want to be helpless again.” she responded with a grin.
“Oooooh!!! I think we both should suck her toes! I get a foot baby, and you get her other one. Come on, just for another hour. Are we really in such a rush?” Gabby smiled. She liked the idea of placing those ticklish toes inside her mouth and getting La Diabla giggling and feeling pleasure.
“Yes, just for an hour. Then we can go. Come on, it will be fun!” Veronica added. She looked at the booted feet and licked her lips. She knew that they might never get another chance to have sexual fun with the outlaw and wanted to take as much as she could.
“Will you two stop looking at my feet! Hehehe Come on, we are already dressed, and I am hungry. You know Bella will have a delicious meal prepared for us. Get your minds off my feet already. Hahaha” La Diabla told them then started to walk towards them. She knew if they left, they would probably focus their minds on something else instead of sexual activity with her.
“Ok, fine. Spoil sport! Hehehe” Gabby teased. She then got herself ready and looked at her friend once again. “Hey, but to let you know, last night was incredibly special for the both of us. To have you in our bed, naked with us and having such a great time meant a lot. Thank you for being our friend and we both love you to pieces.” she told her.
“Yes, thank you so much. Being with you was such an incredible experience and we really appreciate you and love you. I hope you enjoyed yourself.” Veronica added. She could see how shy La Diabla was getting and wanted to make sure she knew just how much they adored her.
La Diabla felt a little shy hearing their gratitude towards her. She wasn’t used to having such emotions whenever she had a one-night stand type of sexual encounter, but these two friends of hers did mean something to her. She looked at them both and smiled. “Yes, I did enjoy myself. Last night did mean something to me, and I am glad we shared that moment together. You two are such great friends of mine and I will always love you.” she told them, her voice filled with some emotion.
“Awww…..She likes us! Hehehehehe Now, later on tonight, can we have sex again?” Gabby asked with a huge smile.
“Hahahahhahaa you two never quit, do you? Come on, let’s go to Bella’s.” La Diabla said, then grabbed her gun belt and some supplies and then headed out the door. She loved how close they all were and was starting to get excited. She was on her way back to Bella’s place and looked forward to seeing Cheyenne and her friend Molly. They had a very successful adventure in Ciudad Azteca and now they were leaving Gabby and Veronica’s home in Ciudad de Serpientes. She had a feeling that the rest of her time in Mexico would be uneventful and looked forward to helping Cheyenne make some memories. Then she shivered. She felt a sense of dread and she didn’t know why. “Whew! That was odd.” she sensed.
“What? What’s wrong?” Gabby asked. She saw La Diabla walking, then noticed she stopped and shuddered. It was out of nowhere, and wondered what could have happened.
“I-I don’t know. That was strange. It was as though I felt danger. Like someone was hurt or something. I can feel fear. It is the weirdest thing. Ok, I am fine. Let’s go.” La Diabla said, then headed off to the horses. She had no idea why she reacted that way but could still feel a sense of dread. She tried to shake it off because she had to focus on getting to Bella’s and having a good time. She wondered why she felt that and prayed that it wasn’t some strange premonition. She rode off next to Gabby and Veronica and looked forward to seeing Cheyenne, Molly and Bella once again.
Priscilla walked with a sense of purpose through the streets of Ciudad Azteca. She was walking with Maria, and she felt so excited. When Maria came to the room and gave her the news that Isabel was captured, she felt her heart race and found such an intense excitement in her body. This was the moment she had hoped for. Ever since she lost that diamond to La Diabla, she wanted revenge. She wanted revenge for a lot of things against the outlaw, and at this moment, it would be the beginning of the ultimate revenge against her personal most hated rival. She was glad it was still early enough in the morning for the streets not to be filled. She wanted some level of secrecy because she planned to humiliate the woman that gave birth to her rival. She made it to the closed store that Veronica was kept in before she was rescued and then looked at Maria. “Is she here?” she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.
“Yes, she is in there. Pilar should have her tied down right now.” Maria responded. She started to feel good inside because when she told Priscilla the news that Isabel was captured, she saw Priscilla nearly jump for joy. The woman never smiled too much, so to see her happy was a welcomed sight. Now that she was happy, perhaps she and Pilar would get on the good side of this woman and be rewarded.
“I can’t wait! Ok, let’s go in! I want to see the woman who gave birth to that evil bitch.” Priscilla said, then entered into the closed shop. She walked inside and then looked to her left. She saw Pilar standing there and noticed she had a smile. She saw Pilar’s hand pointing towards a table across the room and then Priscilla stopped dead in her tracks. She saw someone lying on the table and completely knocked out. She saw the black dress with the red sash for a belt and the reddish colored boots. She could see the long black hair that had gray streaks in it. She felt a little too excited and started to hop from one foot to the other. She slowly walked over to the dazed body and now she could see the face. She was surprised to see how beautiful of a face the woman had. She could also see the resemblance that face had to La Diabla’s. It was a very surreal moment. This was the woman who was the mother of the outlaw. Now, she was her captive, and she started to shake with true excitement. The unconscious woman lying on that table was going to help her break La Diabla once and for all. The only way it didn’t work is if La Diabla did not love her own mother, which was a possibility since she thought the outlaw was evil. However, she had a hunch she did love her mother and was going to use that love to destroy her. “Wow, for an older woman, she is quite beautiful. I can’t lie. Hehehe You did good! You both did really good!” she said with such excitement in her voice.
“I am glad you are satisfied. So, what are we going to do with her? How will she help you get revenge on La Diabla? Are you going to kill her?” Pilar asked. Priscilla hadn’t told them what her plans were just yet and she wondered what would happen. She knew her employer was ruthless and literally anything could happen.
“No, I don’t plan to kill her unless her idiot daughter tries something stupid. Right now, I want to have some fun with her. I think breaking her will be quite beneficial to my plans. I have a feeling she has a strong will just like that demon daughter of hers. Once she is broken, I will let her daughter know that she should obey me, or her precious mother will suffer even more. So, here is what we will do for now. I want you both to strip her down to her undergarments. Then we will torture her just like we will do to the sex slaves. Once she is a broken mess, then we will move to the next phase. Strip her.” Priscilla instructed. She started to feel powerful and could not wait to get Isabel in a precarious position and wanted to make her suffer a little. She wondered if she was like La Diabla, and her body was sensitive. She didn’t want to break any skin but just torture her to break her will. She needed to practice anyway and prepare for the sex trafficking ring. She watched with great delight as she saw Pilar and Maria move towards the body and start to disrobe the victim. She watched as Maria’s hands started to tug on the boots and Pilar was taking the dress off the shoulders. This was going to be a moment she would cherish for a long time.
Pilar carefully slipped the dress off of Isabel’s shoulders and started to get excited. There was something exciting about getting the opportunity to disrobe this woman. She was amazed that even though this woman was older, she was still incredibly beautiful. Despite some signs of aging, the skin was still very soft looking. The dress came off the chest and she saw the grey bra that was underneath. The size of the chest surprised her as the looked to be a size C. She continued to pull down the dress and carefully removed the red sash from the waist. She looked over at Maria, who was slipping off the reddish colored leather boots. “Wow, she is very sexy.” she said in a soft voice.
Maria looked up and saw how far Pilar got in removing the dress. She was still in shock at this moment. They were disrobing the mother of a very notorious outlaw. Her hands gripped the boot and when it slipped off the foot, she felt some excitement. She looked at the black stockinged foot and was impressed. Even though she couldn’t see the skin, she could tell the foot was shaped nicely. She could even see the very high arch and looked forward to exposing the foot. She went over to the left boot and carefully slipped that one off. Holding both boots in her hands, she carefully placed them on the floor and then looked at Pilar. The dress was now coming off the woman’s hips, exposing the white underwear. She felt a rush of adrenaline flowing when the legs were exposed, and now, she saw the dress coming off the feet. Her eyes looked at the near nude body and was impressed. Like her partner, she had to admit that this older woman was still very beautiful. Her body was still in great shape, even though there was some flab around the stomach area, and she could see some wrinkles and other signs of aging. Despite that, this woman was gorgeous. “Wow, she is so beautiful for a grandma. Hahaha” she joked.
Priscilla couldn’t help but feel excited once she saw the clothes come off of Isabel. Now, her greatest enemy’s mother was lying down on the table, and only wearing her bra, underwear and black stockings that went up to her knees. She agreed with Pilar and Maria that Isabel looked really good for a woman her age. She hated to admit it, but she could see where La Diabla got her looks from. She even noticed the high arches on the feet, and they reminded her of La Diabla’s bare feet. The chest was larger than the outlaw’s, but they were both so similar. It also dawned on her that she was going to see both of them naked. She chuckled at that thought and then focused on the task at hand. It was time to prepare Isabel for her torture. “Ok, tie her down. Now that she is exposed, I want to torture her a little bit. You both will help, but I will finish her. This is going to be so sweet….” she instructed.
Pilar grabbed some rope she had with her for this mission. She tied the wrists together, then elevated the arms over Isabel’s head, and then tied the rope to the legs of the table. She tossed some rope to Maria, who proceeded to tie each ankle to the legs of the table and now the woman was spreadeagled. She was excited that she was going to participate in the torture, and it seemed really exciting. It was who the victim was that made this moment even more special. To torment the woman that gave birth to the woman who got her in trouble with Priscilla was going to be sweet. “Ok, she is ready!” she told Priscilla.
Priscilla felt her heart beating faster with excitement. Her plan for the ultimate revenge against La Diabla was about to begin. She could not wait until her next meeting with the outlaw. She realized that this plan was perhaps the greatest way to finally defeat her rival and destroy her once and for all. But first, it was going to be a lot of fun to break her mother. She walked up to the table and looked at Isabel’s sleeping face. She did look beautiful and so peaceful in her sleep. Now, it was time to wake her up and make her suffer. She started to slap the cheeks a little and she heard her starting to stir. “Come on, wake up! Wake up bitch….” she said with a sinister grin.
Isabel started to stir when she felt something hitting her cheeks. Her eyes started to open slowly, and her mind started to awaken. She felt groggy and tried to move her body. When she noticed she couldn’t move her arms or her legs, that startled her awake! She tried to get her mind right because she remembered going into an alley to help someone but then saw blackness. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped in shock! She saw a woman staring at her and she had no idea who that was. The woman had long blond hair tied back into a ponytail and she had a sinister grin on her face. The face was pretty, but she had no idea who she was. “W-Where am I? W-Who are you?” she asked in a daze.
“Good! You are awake now! Hehehehe Hello there! Good to see you conscious again.” Priscilla teased, then placed her face closer to Isabel’s. It was going to be a lot of fun to intimidate her and to wreck her mind. She wondered if she was strong willed just like her evil daughter.
Isabel heard the voice, and she was confused. She tried to move her arms and legs again and realized she was tied up. That got her really scared because it appeared she was tied up! She looked around and then saw two other faces. She saw the woman who came up to her and asked for her help, then she saw the other face that looked like the woman who was lying in the alley. It dawned on her that she was set up! She started to react and panic. “HEY! LET ME GO!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?”” she yelled in fright.
“Calm down, calm down. You don’t want to hurt yourself trying to get free. Hehehe Welcome to my little room. We are going to have some fun together!” Priscilla taunted. She saw the fear in Isabel’s eyes, and she just kept getting more and more excited. She still could not believe she had the mother of La Diabla in her clutches and she was going to truly enjoy this moment.
“Fun? What the hell? Are you robbing me? Are…..a-a-are you going to hurt me?” Isabel asked in a panic. She knew she was a prisoner now and these three women might do her harm. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her and she prayed they would not hurt her. “I-I don’t have much money on me. But you can take whatever you want!” she told them.
“hehehe oh, I will take whatever I want, but not what you might think it is. Tell me darling, what is your name?” Priscilla asked, then glanced over the outstretched body. She wondered if she was going to be just as sensitive as her daughter.
“My name? It’s Isabel. Please, don’t hurt me! W-Why did you take me?” Isabel asked. She noticed all three women had these sadistic looking smiles on their faces. When she looked towards her feet, she realized she was no longer wearing her dress or her boots. She was in her undergarments and now the panic really increased. “Why did you take my clothes off?! Please, don’t hurt me.” she said with the fear really starting to take over.
“Isabel. Isabel. I like that name. Very nice. I do have to admit Isabel, for a woman your age, you look really nice. Even your body looks good for being older. I think we are going to have some fun together. Hehehehe” Priscilla teased, then looked at the stomach area. It was a little flabby but overall looked nice. Her eyes then went back to the face and loved the fear written all over it. She truly felt happy being in this moment.
Isabel was still very confused and still very afraid about her situation. It was surreal to her that she was taken. She worked for El Guapo years ago and remembered when they would kidnap women and do things to them. She hated what they did, but she had to make money somehow to continue to try and survive and help her daughter. She was a little relieved that these were women and not men, but she was still very fearful. They removed her clothes for a reason. “Please don’t hurt me. What is your name?” she asked.
“My name? hehehe A name you will never forget. My name is Priscilla. Priscilla Montenegro. I look forward to getting to know more of you and believe me, you will never forget me.” Priscilla told her with a cold voice. She looked at the exposed armpits and started to get excited. She really hoped this woman had her daughter’s sensitive skin. She really hoped she would make this woman suffer because once she did, she was going to inflict suffering on the daughter.
Isabel heard that name and it sounded very familiar. Then it dawned on her. She did know that name and her fear skyrocketed. She remembered conversations with La Diabla and was told about the Montenegro gang and how they decimated El Guapo’s gang. They could have also killed La Diabla, and she heard about the war between the two women in Santa Selena, California. This was a woman that her daughter truly hated and now she was her prisoner. “No!!! It can’t be!! You’re Priscilla?!!! What do you want from me??” she asked with great fear.
“Oh, you know who I am? That is good! Hehehe I guess my reputation is growing! I love that. I really do. So, what do you know about me? It is ok to compliment me. hehehe” Priscilla teased. She wanted to know if she was known throughout Mexico. She knew her husband Julio wanted notoriety, but she also craved it as well. She didn’t want to be known in the United States because she could be arrested, but Mexico was different. Her husband even made friends with a corrupt Mexican official in the federal government and their power increased. She hoped Isabel would talk about how she was feared, which would boost her own ego.
“I heard about you from…..” Isabel started to say. Then she realized that if she mentioned her daughter’s name, that might anger this woman. She remembered Salem expressing how much they hated each other, and she came close to killing this woman. Her mind realized that if she let Priscilla know she was the mother of her rival, that could mean really terrible things for her. “…..people walking around. The Montenegro gang is becoming well known!” she said, which was true in a sense.
“Oh yeah? Good! I love that. Hehehe I hope they say how beautiful I am, and how powerful I am. Is that being said?” Priscilla asked. She already knew that Isabel must have heard about her from her daughter, but hoped her reputation around others grew.
“Um…they did talk about how powerful you and your husband have become. This is the first time I have seen you, and yeah, I guess they were right. You are beautiful.” Isabel said, hoping to pacify this woman. She remembered the details told to her from Salem about how evil this woman was. She did not want to anger her to protect herself.
“Why thank you!!!! That is very nice of you. I appreciate that. Now, you are probably wondering why I have you. Well, let’s just say I have an issue with you.” Priscilla said with a smirk on her face. It was time to begin the torture and break this woman. This was the beginning of her revenge, and her adrenaline skyrocketed.
Isabel was shocked to hear that Priscilla had a problem with her. She wracked her brain trying to think of a time when she might have crossed paths with this deranged woman, and she could not. She had lived peacefully away from where Priscilla lived and even where El Guapo was. She wanted to just settle into a simple life and stay away from the areas where trouble was found. Now, she was nearly naked on a table and her daughter’s worst enemy was staring at her with an evil smile. “W-What issue do you have? If I have wronged you, then I apologize.” she replied with a nervous voice.
“Hehehe so cute. The issue I have is that you are a mother. You are the mother of the most vile human being I have ever encountered. You are the mother of La Diabla, correct?” Priscilla asked. She saw the look in Isabel’s eyes and knew once she started talking about her daughter, she would torment the woman’s emotions. She needed her to suffer mentally, emotionally, and soon a form of physical torture.
“What? Yes, I am a mother, but I am not the mother of someone evil.” Isabel responded. She did not like how Priscilla described her daughter, and her emotions started to rise. Even though she knew her daughter went by that name, she knew in her heart there was still so much love. “My daughter is one of the most beautiful human beings to walk this earth.” she said with some love in her voice.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA are you serious??? A woman that goes by the name La Diabla is a beautiful human being? Just listen to yourself! That literally makes no sense. Oh Isabel, you truly are a mother. Which means you are probably just as evil as she is.” Priscilla taunted. She liked the reaction that Isabel gave, and she hoped she would react that way. Had Isabel been estranged from her daughter, then she would not have a strong emotional tie to her. Having that love for La Diabla would make her torture so much worse. “Now you see why I have an issue with you. That demon of a daughter made my life miserable a few times, and she needs to pay for that. I guess you will be the price of her sins against me.” she said in an evil tone.
Isabel grew very nervous as she heard the emotion in Priscilla’s voice. She thought about how angry her daughter would get whenever she told her stories about this very woman. She knew they had a deep hatred for one another and now she was caught up in that rivalry. “P-Priscilla, what do you want from me? Why have me tied up and almost naked? I have done nothing to you.” she asked.
“You gave birth to that woman, that is what you did to me. As soon as she came out of that womb of yours, she already made my life hell. It was her destiny. Now, I think YOU should be punished for your sin.” Priscilla threatened, then started to look over the trapped body. She wondered about the sensitivity of this woman and was going to relish every single moment of it. She looked at the outstretched left armpit and figured she could start there.
“W-What are you going to do to me?! I swear! I have done nothing to you! If you do not like my daughter, then go find her and she will take care of business. But me? Let me go! Please let me go!” Isabel started to beg. She did not like the look on Priscilla’s face and grew really nervous. She then saw Priscilla lift a finger and move it closer to her body. Her eyes went wide because she didn’t know what was going to happen next and then she felt it land right in the middle of her armpit. It wasn’t a hard touch, but it sent a lot of nervous feelings in her body.
“Isabel, I am not going to let you go. You see, I have plans for that bitch of a daughter, and YOU are going to help me. I got a feeling she actually likes you even with her black and evil heart. Which means she would be willing to do ANYTHING for you. But first, I want to play with you. I want you to suffer for your sins. The fun part is, what will I do to you? I want to test something first.” Priscilla threatened, then started to softly stroke her finger across the width of that armpit. This was the moment she waited for. She prayed this woman had the same sensitivities as her daughter, so she could truly enjoy the torture she would give her. As her finger moved, she felt Isabel’s body starting to react. She saw the surprised look on her face and her body started to flinch. “What’s the matter? Why are you moving around? I am not doing anything to you yet.” she teased.
Isabel felt that finger moving across her armpit, and it stunned her. She started to feel ticklish sensations in her body and that surprised her. She knew how evil this woman was and expected some pain to start happening to her body, but this light touch was starting to tickle her. She didn’t want to start giggling because it would appear she was laughing at Priscilla and that would make her very angry. That could lead to more painful sensations, so she clamped her lips and tried to focus on anything else. “Please……let me…..go.” she murmured as she tried to keep her lips closed.
“Interesting. I am barely touching you, but your body is starting to move. It is a simple touch, lady. I mean, I am being very nice to you. Are you that……..sensitive?” Priscilla teased as her finger continued to stroke the armpit. She increased the speed a little and now her finger moved a little faster across that skin. She could see Isabel trying to keep her face from smiling, but she saw it happening. That got her really excited because it meant one thing. Isabel was in fact ticklish. That set her own emotions off because it meant she could torture her the same way she tortured her daughter. The only difference was that that special itching cream from the Russians wasn’t going to be used, but she would still make this woman’s life miserable. “You sure have some soft skin for someone that is old enough to be a grandmother. Hehehe” she taunted.
Isabel felt that finger moving faster in her left armpit, and it started to really tickle. It surprised her because she hadn’t really been tickled in many years. There were times when her friends would poke her sides a little, which got her to laugh, but having her most ticklish spots touched was something that didn’t happen for a very long time. That got her worried because she was always very ticklish and now it seemed a lot worse. She saw that sadistic grin on Priscilla’s face and now she wondered if she was trying to tickle her on purpose. “Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh wh-what…….are……you…hehe……doing to me?” she asked, and realized a slight giggle came out.
“Being nice to you, that’s what I am doing. You didn’t answer my question. Are you very sensitive or something?” Priscilla asked. This was the moment right before the storm hit. Once Isabel responded to her, she was going to start to torture her. The thought of making this specific woman suffer really got her excited. She saw Veronica tortured and that excited her. Now, she was going to torture someone of great importance for her plans. She looked at the armpit and saw how her finger moved across the skin. She let it linger in the middle of the pit and felt the body start to writhe a little. “Well, are you?” she asked.
Isabel heard the question and now the ticklish sensation grew even stronger. It did appear this woman was trying to tickle her on purpose. She was stunned that a woman this evil would resort to something that could be very fun and playful. She saw the look on her face and grew worried. Salem did tell her she was tortured by this woman, but she never described how. She feared that she was now going to be tortured but in a much more humiliating way. “Y-Yes…..hehehehe…..I’m….heheh sensitive!!!” she responded.
"Good! Good……I like that. Hmmm….hey ladies, it appears this woman is a bit….ticklish. hehehe” Priscilla said to both Pilar and Maria who were watching with great interest. She had an audience to perform in front of and it was going to be a lot of fun for her. She even thought about using them to help torture Isabel. She wanted to overwhelm Isabel and truly make her suffer.
“Yes!! She DOES look ticklish! Hehehe Look at her squirming!” Pilar said with excitement. She really started to love the idea of tickle torture even more. She truly enjoyed herself when she tormented Veronica. It was as though it unlocked something deep inside her. She had gone through tickle torture herself from Thalia Laskaris, so she knew how devastating it could be. To actually tickle torture another woman was one of the most thrilling things to ever happen for her. She looked at Isabel’s body and hoped that she could touch it as well.
“Oooh! She has the cutest giggle too! It is surprising that this old woman is so ticklish. Hehehe” Maria taunted. She was enamored with the tickle torture process and when she tortured Veronica’s feet, it felt amazing. She had also endured tickle torture from Thalia, and knew how devastating it could be. She looked at the feet twitching and hoped that she could play with them.
Isabel heard the ladies in the room having a good time and knew she was about to be tickled. It seemed so surreal that they would use this as a torture method, but it also gave her great fear. She remembered a few moments in her life when she was tickled really good. It was with her late husband, Bradly Hunt, but also some lady friends years after he passed away. She enjoyed the tickling to a degree, but this was different. These women seemed intent on torturing her and she felt fear growing. The finger started to move at a much faster pace and the sensations increased a lot. She did feel like she was more ticklish than she did years ago. “Hehehehehehe why heheheheh are you tickling me?” she blurted out.
“Because I am going to torture you. Like I said, you are going to pay for your sins. Now that I know you are ticklish, you are really going to suffer. I wonder where your worst spot is. Is it these armpits of yours? Is it that tummy? Your ribs perhaps? Oh, could it be your feet? That is always a good spot to tickle. Or hehehehehe could it be somewhere a lot more private? Like your nipples? Or perhaps…..your pussy?” Priscilla threatened. She wanted to get into Isabel’s mind and make her start to panic. Once she got her mind in a panic, she was going to be a lot more sensitive, and the torture would be more brutal.
Isabel’s eyes nearly came out of her head when she heard Priscilla reciting the most ticklish spots on a body. She knew all of her worst spots and she prayed they would go nowhere near her feet. The other spots were also horrific, but her feet were by far the worst. Then she started to truly panic when she heard her private areas could be tickled. That truly rocked her to her core because this woman was threatening to expose her most personal areas, which would be very humiliating and traumatizing for her. “Hahahahahahahaha don’t tickle me!!!! Don’t touch me!! hahahahaha why do you want to tickle me????? Why hahahahahahah tickling???” she screamed out.
“Why tickling? You should be grateful. I could just use a knife and cut this skin of yours. So be happy. However, with tickling, I can make you suffer. I can make you lose your mind, but there would be no proof that I ever touched you. Hehehe But you will suffer immensely. You will be a shell of a woman by the time I am done with you. Judging by your reactions, you are very ticklish, and you are going to go through HELL!!! The same place your daughter lives…..” Priscilla told her. She then started to use more fingers in the armpit and got a sweet reaction from her victim.
Isabel shrieked when she felt the fingers start to move faster across her armpit. She was still in a complete state of shock that this woman who was known for being evil and sadistic was trying to tickle her. She hated that she started to laugh and became embarrassed. The ticklish sensations started to tear through her and she closed her eyes for a moment. She tried to fight the sensations but then she felt nails scarping along the skin. That felt really intense in her body, and she couldn’t help but laugh harder. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEY!!!! HAHAHAHA WHY ARE YOU DOING HAHAHAHAH THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEE????” she laughed.
“Because…..like I told you, I want you to suffer. You gave birth to a woman I hate. It is as simple as that.” Priscilla grinned as she continued to tickle the armpit. She started to use the tips of her nails across the skin and loved the reaction she was getting. It was still very exciting to her to be tickling this woman. The fact that she was so sensitive really got her juices flowing and when she broke her spirit, it would be nearly as satisfactory as when she broke La Diabla. A funny thought entered her mind, and she giggled. She remembered how she finished La Diabla and figured her mother should do the same, which was to suck her toes. That gave her a chill and she kept stroking her fingers.
Maria watched in awe as she witnessed Priscilla tickling Isabel. She saw how the nails were scurrying across the armpits, and she shuddered. Her own armpits were very ticklish and hearing that laughter was something else. She knew that with this victim, her own life would change. This was the beginning of a new life in the sex trafficking business. It was such a major step up from the petty crimes she committed, but it would be far more lucrative. Her eyes glanced towards the writhing feet, and she smiled. She then saw Pilar looking right back at her and she blushed.
Pilar saw her partner looking at Isabel’s feet. She knew Maria had a great time playing with Veronica’s feet and knew she probably wanted to play with those feet right now. She heard that hysterical laughter and wanted to start playing with the woman herself. She was still very impressed by the shape that Isabel’s body was in. The woman was still very beautiful and wondered what she would look like completely naked. She hoped she had a chance to tickle her and show her boss that she could handle torturing others. She thought she proved it by tickling Veronica into submission, but she wanted to get better at the craft. She looked at that laughing face and heard that laughter. “Get her! Get her good!” she called out with excitement.
Priscilla smiled when she heard Pilar’s voice. She looked over at her minion and could tell how excited she was at the moment. Shed really liked the fact that these two ladies were getting into the art of tickle torture. She wished they were as physically dominant as Helga and Svetlana, the Russian bounty hunters, but they would have to do. “Hey Pilar, are you enjoying listening to her scream?” she asked.
“Yes!! She has a beautiful laugh. For an old lady, she sure has a set of lungs on her. Hahaha” Pilar replied then laughed. She rubbed her hands a little and continued to have her excitement growing. She saw how those nails never stopped tickling that armpit and loved it.
“What about you, Maria? Are you enjoying listening to her laugh her head off?” Priscilla asked. She looked over at the smaller of the two women and saw that she had a look of awe on her face.
“Y-Yes. This is amazing. Listen to her scream! You are very good at tickling!” Maria responded. She saw Priscilla smiling at her and it felt nice. The woman usually scowled at everyone, but when she smiled, it meant she was happy and that was always a good thing to see.
“How about you, Isabel? Hehehe Are you enjoying yourself?” Priscilla taunted towards the mother of La Diabla. She saw her head whipping side to side as though she was trying to stop her nails from touching that skin.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOP TICKLING ME!!! I HAHAHAHAHAH DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” Isabel screamed as the nails were now moving up and down her armpit. The tickling sensations seemed to be getting worse, and she didn’t know how to handle it. It was also the longest she had ever been tickled. Every time she got into some kind of tickle fight, it wouldn’t last too long. This felt a lot worse because she was tied down and couldn’t get away. She looked at Priscilla’s face and saw that smirk on it. It frightened her because this woman was truly enjoying her misery. The stories Salem told her were true. This woman didn’t have a soul. She looked into those eyes and could see there was no warmth or compassion. That really got her to panic because that meant she would be shown no mercy, and she knew her body would not be able to handle it too long.
“You DID do something! Goodness, you are just like your daughter! HARDHEADED. I told you what you did, and you still deny it. Now I know how La Diabla became such an idiot. She got it from her mother. Hahahaha” Priscilla taunted. She then slowed down her fingers and now lightly stroked her nails up and down the raised triceps muscle. She felt the arm shaking and it delighted her. The woman had very sensitive skin, and she couldn’t wait to explore it all. When the nails came back down the arm, she slowly moved it into that exposed armpit, which got her victim laughing harder again. “Tickles?” she joked.
Isabel screamed once again as she felt the nails sliding into her very delicate armpit. The teasing on her triceps sent shivers throughout her entire body but now that it was back in her armpit, the intensity shot up again. She hated the references to Salem. She hated the fact this woman tried to hurt her daughter. Those thoughts started to make her angry because tormenting her was a bad thing, but constantly insulting her daughter was too much for her. She started to feel her protective instincts surging and couldn’t help but to yell back at this twisted woman. “HAHAHAHAHHA YOU BETTER STOP HAHAHAHAHA TALKING ABOUT SALEM!!!! LEAVE HER HAHAHAHAHAHA AND ME ALONE!!!” she laughed.
Priscilla stopped her armpit tickling to take a moment and laugh hysterically. She heard those words, and it really amused her. It appeared she was hitting that motherly nerve and that got her excited. It meant that Isabel was getting angry and wanted to somehow protect La Diabla. That was this woman’s mental and emotional weakness that she could exploit. “Awwww…you hear that ladies? Isabel here wants me to stop talking about that BITCH of a daughter. It is amazing, right? Her daughter is known as La Diabla, but I guess she can only see the good in her.” she told her minions.
“hehehehe that does sound crazy. Good inside a woman named La Diabla? That literally makes no sense. But I guess it means that SHE is just as evil. She must be a bitch too!” Pilar chimed in. She saw how much fun Priscilla was having and wanted to play along. If Priscilla found a weakness, she wanted to see how much she was going to exploit it.
Isabel felt a sense of relief that the armpit tickling had stopped for a moment. She tried to catch her breath, then she heard them mocking her. That started to really bother her, and her anger started to grow. She was still very frightened, but the way they talked about the woman she loved more than her own life, that got her very angry and protective. “Listen…….you have to stop……talking about my daughter like that. I…..know you two…..do not like each other…..but……I will not let you insult her.” she panted.
“Hehehehe listen to her girls. This old woman is tied to down a table and almost naked. There is no escape. She is weak physically. I am going to torment her entire body, and she is demanding for me to not talk about that demon seed? This is too funny!” Priscilla mocked. She felt excitement in her body because now that Isabel was getting angry, it would make her suffering much more fun. She wanted to break this woman and perhaps even force her to denounce her love for La Diabla. She knew that was nearly impossible, but it would give her a license to torture her without any mercy.
Isabel heard the tone in Priscilla’s voice and knew she was being mocked. She tried to tug at her binds again, but she was trapped. With her legs spreadeagled, she had no leverage to get them free. She looked at those three faces and saw just how amused they were at her expense. When she heard Salem being insulted again, it got her angrier. She realized that she was going to suffer a lot, but she was not going to let them insult Salem and she did nothing. “Listen to me…. let me go and I will not speak any of this to……Salem. You….you know that if she finds out you….tortured me, she will…..try to kill you.” she warned.
“Here is the funny thing, Isabel. Your child WILL find out what happened to you. I am counting on it. I have plans for her. I can see you love her very much, I have no idea why, but you do. I am hoping she loves you just as much. I need that to be a reality so I can destroy her once and for all. This is just the beginning of your torture.” Prisicilla threatened. She was happy she could exploit the love Isabel had for La Diabla and torment this woman. She then looked over at her minions and smiled. It was time to get them involved and overwhelm this victim. “Pilar, could you please show me how to tickle the right armpit? I think I did an ok job with her left one, but I want you to show me how to REALLY torture her. Hehehee This is your test!” she told her.
Pilar grew really excited when she heard that her chance to tickle Isabel had arrived. She saw that sadistic grin on Prisicilla’s face, and she knew she had to perform. She tormented Veronica in front of her, but now this victim was of much greater importance. She walked over towards the location of the right armpit, and she looked at it. She could see a few hairs, but the skin looked nice. She saw Isabel staring at her and saw that fear in her eyes. She couldn’t help but flash a toothy grin and it was her turn to torment her. “Hi Isabel! I am your new torturer! I hope you enjoy what I do to you.” she playfully taunted.
Isabel saw Pilar approaching her right armpit and she started to struggle in her bondage. She felt her emotions swirling because Priscilla was going to use the love for Salem against her. She absolutely hated the fact that she was going to be used as bait for Priscilla to do something terrible to her. That really got her angry, but also very fearful. They were going to torture her, and she had no chance at escape. She saw the plump fingers heading towards her armpit and she grew extremely nervous. “LISTEN TO ME!!! YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH ME!!!!” she screamed.
“Hahahaha awwwww…..listen to her, ladies. Isabel thinks she has some kind of control. Like she is our mother or something. Hehehee silly old lady.” Priscilla giggled as she heard the desperate cries of Isabel. She knew this woman was going to suffer immensely and she wanted to break her soul. She then leaned close to her left ear and smiled. “Listen to me, you bitch. Listen good! I am going to torture you. I am going to make you lose your mind. If you keep talking to me like that, I promise by the time I am done with you, you are going to be sucking my toes. Now laugh!” she whispered, then started to run her nails in the left armpit again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Isabel screamed as she felt those nails once again dancing in her left armpit. She heard that threat Priscilla gave her in her ear, and it sent chills through her body. This woman intended on making her suffer and she truthfully didn’t think she would be able to handle it. Then she felt fingers in her right armpit and her head snapped towards that direction and saw those plump fingers now poking and stroking her right armpits. The tickling sensation was immediately overwhelming, and she tried to twist and turn her body, only to realize she couldn’t. Her eyes looked over at Pilar’s face and saw how happy she looked. That is what made this situation much worse. They were truly enjoying what they were doing to her.
Pilar loved the touch of that right armpit. There were fine hairs there, but the skin was very soft and seemed very delicate. She loved the sound of the laughter. It was strong, but it sounded very sweet. She wondered how this woman could have a daughter that was so evil when she appeared to be a nice person. That’s what made this moment even better. This woman seemed very humane which would make her suffering worse. She looked over at Priscilla’s nails scurrying away on the left armpit, driving poor Isabel crazy. She didn’t have long nails, hers were trimmed, but she used the strength in her fingers to press into the flesh and it seemed to make the tickling worse for the woman. She saw that look on the face and loved it. There was something about ticklish terror on the face of a ticklish person that was exciting. Much like Veronica, Isabel was already laughing uncontrollably, and she loved it.
Priscilla continued to scurry her nails across the delicate flesh and hearing Isabel laugh very hard was soothing to her. She thought about when she helped tickle La Diabla in that cavern in Santa Selena. That was a day she would never forget. She had the outlaw tied up with chains hanging from the ceiling. She remembered how Helga tickled her and drove her crazy. She thought about her own fingers tickling her greatest rival and how much she loved tickling her feet. When the special cream was applied to the nipples, armpits and feet of La Diabla, those horrific screams echoed throughout the entire cavern, and it broke the woman. She had defeated La Diabla and made her submissive. She forced her to suck her toes in submission and that was one of the greatest moments of her life. She loved how fearful La Diabla was to her. She remembered how she broke her emotionally and mentally. Priscilla shuddered thinking about that moment and now she had the opportunity to do the same to the woman who gave birth to the woman she truly hated. She moved her fingers in a fast circle, which seemed to drag out even more intense laughter and she shivered in joy. “Awww….someone is VERY ticklish, isn’t she? Hehehehe Laugh. Just laugh, you old bitch. Hehehehe You sound just like that demon child of yours. LAUGH!!!” she yelled out.
Isabel laughed harder when she felt those nails moving in that fast circle on her armpit. She could also feel the fingers on her right armpit pressing into the flesh, sending very powerful sensations throughout her entire body. It was still surreal to her. She was actually being tickled tortured. They were tickling her to make her suffer. She felt deep down that this was better than pain, but it was still pure torture and also very embarrassing. She still felt that anger towards Priscilla for the continued insults of her precious Salem, but the tickling was definitely driving her crazy. She then felt the fingers on her right armpit pressing further into her skin and it sent a huge shockwave through her body. She looked over at Pilar and she couldn’t help but beg her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T DO THAT!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!!” she screamed.
Pilar grinned when she looked at the face of Isabel. It had that look of pure ticklish fear on it. She stared into those eyes and saw that fear. She wanted to impress Priscilla, so she continued to go after that armpit. She wanted to continue to prove to the wife of a crime lord that she could do this job and do it well. She looked forward to participating in the sex trafficking ring because it meant a lot more money for her and Maria, but also, she would get to play with so many more women. She looked back at the armpit and concentrated on the center of the pit. She pressed her fingers deeper into the pit, then started to rotate them in a massaging type fashion, but with the intent of pure torture. “Hehehehehe you are so ticklish! How does it feel to know you are going to be tickled and no one can save you? We are just going to tickle you all over and there is nothing you can do about it. The best part? This is only the beginning!” she taunted.
Priscilla couldn’t help but smile when she heard Pilar taunting Isabel. She liked the determination in her voice and could see really good things from her. Pilar seemed more of the criminal type to inflict terror on the victims whereas Maria seemed more reluctant. She noticed she would participate, but she wasn’t ruthless. She figured it was time to get her up to speed because tormenting the sex slaves was critical. She looked over at Maria, who seemed to be in total awe of the situation. “Maria, can you come over to me please?” she asked.
Maria had been listening to those horrific ticklish screams and felt chills in her body. The way Isabel was laughing from having her armpits tickled really got into her. She loved the sound of the laughter and knew that poor woman was going through a lot. Her concentration was broken when she heard Priscilla calling her over. She could see the dominance on the woman’s face and wondered if she was about to help participate in tickling the woman. She enjoyed tickling Veronica and thinking about those helpless feet excited her. Her eyes looked at Isabel’s wriggling feet, then she headed over to Priscilla. “Yes?” she asked.
“I hope you have been enjoying listening to Isabel here laughing her head off.” Priscilla told her, then folded her arms. She wanted to make Maria ruthless and improve her style of tickling a victim.
“Yes!! I have been. Listen to her. It is crazy to know that the mother of La Diabla is SO ticklish. Hehehehe it is cute too.” Maria responded. She looked over at the tickle anguish on Isabel’s face and it made her smile.
“Good! Now, I know you helped break Veronica down and turn her mind into corn meal, but now I want you to show me what you can do to this woman. I want to see you tickle her. I want to see how you make her suffer.” Priscilla instructed, then pointed towards the armpit area.
Maria felt a thrill in her body when she heard Priscilla’s instruction. It was her turn to participate, and she got a little nervous. She really wanted to tickle the feet, but she had to go to the armpit first. She also realized that Priscilla would be watching her, and it felt like some kind of test she had to pass. Her eyes looked over at Pilar and could see how focused she was on tickling that right armpit. She felt a little nervous, but she also wanted to show her boss that she could be effective as well. “Ok, let me show you what I can do.” she told her.
Isabel felt the nails on her left armpit stop tickling her and there was some relief but not much. Pilar did not stop tickling her and her laughter continued. She then felt a very light touch on her left triceps, and she snapped her head over and now she saw Maria’s face. The same face that lured her into that alley and eventually got her into this position she was in. Had she not followed the pretty young lady, she would be with her friends, enjoying her day. That made her very concerned because not only was she trapped, but her friends had no idea where she was. They would be frightened and perhaps panic. She always cared about others and now she was worried about her friends, even though she was going through torture. That light touch on her muscles drove her crazy, but it was not as bad as the tickling Pilar was doing. Then she felt those fingers lightly dragging into her armpit and she reacted. She desperately wanted to pull her arms down, but they were helplessly tied above her head, and she couldn’t get free. She saw the look of glee on Maria’s face, and she hoped this woman would at least not be as brutal. “HAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” she yelled out.
“hehehe But I want to touch you, and I will help you out. You have too much stress in your life, and now I am going to help you relieve it. Tickle tickle tickle…” Maria said then started to lightly flutter her fingertips across the skin. She marveled at how soft the flesh was and started to really enjoy it. She was in awe that this older woman was still in really good shape, and she prayed she would be as fit and beautiful when she got to Isabel’s age. That made her wonder how old she was, so she figured she could play with her mind to torment her even more. “Hehehehehe you know, I hope I look as good as you when I get older. How old are you?” she asked.
Isabel heard that question and was in disbelief. The woman’s friend was tickling her right armpit, and her boss was standing there looking at her suffering with great joy and now this pretty one was trying to engage in conversation. Her mind was spinning, and she could not believe this was truly happening to her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP!!!! HAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP TICKLING ME!!!!” she screamed.
“Hey, you didn’t answer my question. How old are you? Maybe if you tell me, I can make her stop. For a moment.” Maria teased. She looked over at Pilar and winked. She wanted to let her partner know that she wanted to play a game with Isabel.
Pilar saw Maria winking at her and knew she wanted to play a game with Isabel’s mind. She wanted to play along and in order to do so, she had to make Isabel beg her to stop. She pressed a little harder into the flesh to send a large shockwave of ticklish feelings throughout the victim’s body. “Laugh!!! Hahahaha laugh!!!!” she yelled.
Isabel felt those fingers tormenting her armpit and she let out another hysterical ticklish shriek. She didn’t think it was possible to be tickled this long and don’t lose sensations, but she was being shown it was possible and in fact, could get worse. She heard what Maria told her, and she desperately needed a break from this tickle attack. “OK OK OK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL TELL YOU!!! I WILL TELL YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
“Haha!! Awwwww poor thing!!!! She’s really ticklish!” Pilar teased as she heard Isabel begging to tell them her age. The fact she surrendered so easily got her excited because she knew she could be broken easily. She wanted to keep torturing this woman and looked forward to the next part. She stopped ticking the right armpit and awaited the response.
“Ok Isabel, how old are you? How ancient is this body of yours?” Maria teased. She was starting to have some fun and was surprised Isabel capitulated so easily. She knew a woman telling her age was always a hard thing to do, especially when they were older.
Isabel felt a sense of relief as the tickling had finally stopped. Her armpits were no longer being tormented, and she got to catch her breath. She looked at Maria’s smiling face, then that smirk on Pilar’s. She could also see Priscilla’s face looking back at her in the background. She felt a little shy because they asked for her age and knew they were trying to embarrass her. She didn’t want to get tickled, so she knew she had to pick and choose her battles to resist them. “I’m…..I’m 51 years old.” she murmured.
“WHAT???!!! You are 51 years old????!!!” Maria exclaimed as she heard the age. She thought that age was really old, but when she saw how Isabel looked, she was amazed how good she looked for someone that old. There were definite signs of aging, such as some flabby skin in some places, along with some wrinkles and some gray hair, but overall, she looked really good. “You look good for a grandma!” she joked.
Isabel blushed when she heard that joke and response. She took pride in the fact that she was in her 50s but took good care of her body and stayed in decent shape. Her friends were quite envious, and she liked feeling good. Now they were using her age against her and prepared herself for their old jokes. She did not like being called grandma based on her age. It was something she wished she was because it meant that Salem was a mother herself and that would mean the world to her. “I am not a grandma…..” she murmured.
“So, La Diabla is your only child?” Priscilla asked, listening to the conversation. She was fascinated by the situation, and it was interesting to learn about some of the family matters of her greatest rival.
“Y-Yes….Salem is my only child.” Isabel responded. She looked around the room and tried to find anything that could help her get out of this mess. Unfortunately, she knew she was tied down and so escape was going to be very difficult.
“That is even better than I thought….” Priscilla responded. La Diabla being an only child meant that she could wipe away the family line for any potential revenge. There would be no siblings to interfere, and she could focus her plan against La Diabla through her mother. “….no other demons to worry about. Hahaha” she joked.
“Come on…..this has gone far enough. Let me go.” Isabel begged. She was already feeling tired and knew she couldn’t take this kind of torture for too long.
“Not yet. My ladies have just begun! What’s the matter, old lady? Already breaking down? How about this? If you tell me to have my way with your daughter, then I will let you go. She can switch places with you, and you will no longer suffer.” Priscilla responded. She knew what the answer would be, and she looked at both Pilar and Maria to let them know they could continue.
Isabel gasped when she heard that offer. In order for her own suffering to stop, she would have to agree to have her only child take her place and suffer. That quickly angered her because she would never ever give up the child she loved dearly, no matter what happened to her. “HELL NO!!!! Are you crazy? I will never give you, my Salem!! Go to hell bitch!” she hissed.
“Hahahaha awwww…… listen to how mad she gets when I talk about that bitch daughter of hers. I guess I hit a nerve. Ok ladies, make…….her…….suffer.” Priscilla said with a sadistic grin. She did like the fire that Isabel had, which would make it even sweeter when she broke her will.
Maria heard that instruction and felt nervous. She knew she had to perform and torture poor Isabel. She looked at the ribcage area and figured she would tickle her there. It would be a new spot and surely Isabel would not be ready for it. She started to lightly poke those ribs and felt the body flinching. She heard the venom in Isabel’s voice after defending her daughter, and now she heard the grunt. She poked the ribs again and now the shouting stopped and heard more grunts. She looked over at Pilar who had a knowing smile, and she could proceed with the torture. She started to move her fingers over that lift ribcage, and it didn’t take long for some giggles to start to come out. “What’s that? How come you are not yelling anymore? Tell us how you will never give up your Salem! Come on! Yell!” she taunted.
Isabel was very upset and sad that her daughter was constantly mentioned. She hated Priscilla for kidnapping her in order to punish Salem. She wanted to curse her, but then she felt the pokes in her ribs. That caught her off guard and she stopped yelling. The pokes continued and now the tickling sensations started to get stronger. She tried not to laugh, but when the fingers started to roam all over her ribs, she couldn’t help but to laugh. “Hehehehehe hey!!! Quit it!!! Don’t hehehee do that!” she giggled.
“Don’t do what? Come on, tell me what you were telling Priscilla. We are going to make Salem suffer a lot. Hehehe” Maria taunted as she continued to tickle over the ribs. The giggles were turning into more steady laughter, and she saw that huge smile on the victim’s face. She could tell the tickling was getting worse since Isabel closed her eyes and her laughter got stronger. She could feel a surge of power within her own body because she was tormenting this woman, and it was a lot of fun.
“That’s right, Isabel. Tell us how you will never give up precious Salem. I want you to imagine her on this table tied down nice and tight. Picture us tickling her and torturing her all over her body as you watch. Imagine how much she will suffer in front of you. It will be so much fun, won’t it? To hear her screaming for mercy?” Pilar teased. She wanted to add to the mind games and push this woman into fear.
Isabel heard those taunts as her ribs were being tickled. She imagined if Salem was tied down and they were torturing her in front of her. She knew Salem was ticklish since she was a little girl, but to use it to torture her got her really upset. She felt the fingers pressing into her ribs, and even though it tickled, she felt the need to defend her child. “HAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP THIS!!!! LEAVE MY DAUGHTER HAHAHAHAHAHA OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS!!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehehe she is so cute. I love how ticklish she is. She is so mad but can’t help but laugh. Let’s see how long she can last.” Maria teased as her fingers kept finding those sensitive areas on the rib cage. Her eyes looked at the exposed skin and saw how the bones did appear right under the skin. It was still amazing to her that someone of this age still had a very fit body overall. She then started to tickle in the spaces between the ribs and heard a very delightful shriek. “Oooh!!! Did I hit a hot spot?” she teased.
Isabel felt the fingers now ticking between her ribs and it drove her crazy. The experience was something very surreal because these women seemed to know how to elicit the worst tickling feelings a person could have. She wondered if they always did this to other people. With each touch on her ribs, it sent her into hysterics. She started to shake her head back and forth and felt her body temperature starting to increase. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought about how this was getting to be a lot for her. She didn’t have stamina like she used to and prayed this would end soon. Then she felt some light feathery touches on the surface of her ribs and even though it was better than pressing into her flesh, it still tickled her a lot. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA GRRRRRR YOU BITCHES!!!” she screamed out.
“Oh!!! Did you hear that? She called us bitches! Hehehe You are just like that spawn of Satan you birthed. She was always a foul mouth bitch, and it seems her mother is the same. Make her suffer please. Pilar, can you teach her a lesson?” Priscilla said with a cocky smile. She did like Isabel’s fire, but she wanted her to start suffering more. She wanted to truly torture her when she was broken. She wanted to drive the will out of her and make her regret the day she ever had a child. She walked to the foot of the table and could see in between the spread legs. She wanted to get a really good look at this woman so she could watch her suffer.
“With pleasure….” Pilar said, then nodded her head back to Priscilla. She then placed her fingertips of both hands on the right ribcage and started to gently press them into the flesh. She immediately felt the body jumping and that made her smile. She felt the body starting to really move around and she pressed her fingers a little further into that skin. She knew she had to be careful and not press too hard because even though the woman was in good shape, she was still older, and she didn’t want to break bones. “Come on, old lady. Let’s hear you REALLY laugh!” she taunted.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! STOP!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!!! TOO MUCH!!!!” Isabel screamed when she felt those strong hands pressing into her right ribcage. The left one was still being tickled, but the right one made her explode into hysterics. It was such a surreal feeling to have two different styles of tickling happening at the same time. She couldn’t help but laugh and felt her face must have been really red at this point. She could hear her own voice, and it was a little embarrassing because no one had ever done this to her before. She couldn’t stop laughing and those ticklish feelings continued to tear right through her body. She had no idea how long they were going to do this, which made her panic even more.
“That’s right, you old bitch. You are going to suffer. Like that miserable bitch of a daughter of yours learned, I AM superior in every way and you, yes you, will bow before me. You will submit to me, Isabel. You will owe me your very existence. Now, suffer. Just…….suffer.” Priscilla said as she watched her minions tickle those ribs with reckless abandon. She could see how different the tickling styles were, but both were very effective. Maria showed she knew how to tickle someone and would become a very valuable asset. Then she started to think of the plans she had for La Diabla and couldn’t wait to see the look on the outlaw’s face once she realized her mother was a prisoner. It would be the sweetest moment for her to finally be victorious over the outlaw.
Maria watched Pilar go after the ribs and couldn’t help but smile. Her partner was getting very good at tickling people, and she was proud of her. She wanted to improve her own skills. She wasn’t as strong as Pilar, so she went with the subtle touch which would still send a victim into hysterical laughter. She let her fingers glide over the skin of the ribs, and she could see the body shaking around. She loved the sound of Isabel’s laughter. Even though the woman flashed bouts of anger, hearing her laugh was soothing. She could see that ticklish anguish on her face and knew she had to suffer. Every time she tickled someone, she always thought about the time she was tied up and tickled by that ruthless Greek bounty hunter, Thalia. It was a moment she would never forget, and she hoped this moment right now would be something Isabel never forgot. Maria looked at the lower ribs and figured she could play with that spot. She then started to poke, stroke and squeeze that spot and heard a very cute squeal. That made her laugh, and she looked at Pilar. “She is so ticklish! Hehehehe I love it when she gets mad but then starts laughing like a little girl again.” she grinned.
“I know! Listen to her. Hehehehe I can’t wait to find all of her spots.” Pilar responded. She moved her fingers towards the top of the ribs, right below the bra. She felt the body convulsing underneath her touch and that girlish laughter that now started to come out was a lot of fun for her. Her eyes then looked at the shaking breasts under the bra. Isabel’s body was in really good shape and she wondered what those breasts would look like. She knew exposing them would completely embarrass this woman and she licked her lips thinking about it. She wondered how Isabel would react when they tickled her sexually. She felt that once that happened, there would be no recovery for someone like her. She looked towards Priscilla and smiled. “Hey, her body looks really nice for a grandmother. Can we see her tits now?” she asked.
Priscilla had a shark-like grin on her face when she heard that question. Her two minions were tormenting those ribs and now the suggestion of exposing Isabel’s chest was exciting. She did want to strip this woman of all her clothes and to tear her dignity away from her. She thought about how sex slaves were tormented back in Santa Selena by Helga. She loved how she broke them with tickling, then dominated them sexually. It was how La Diabla was broken, and she wanted the same fate for her mother. They were similar in body build, and even their foot design was the same. The chest was bigger on Isabel’s, but other than that, they were definitely the same type of body. She knew once they went to the sexual torment, Isabel would be broken forever. She looked back at Pilar and her smile never left her face. “Hehehehe patience. We will see her tits soon enough. Right now, she still has fight left in her. I want you two to break her, then we will make her my bitch.” she told her.
Isabel felt those fingers attacking the top part of her right ribcage and sometimes felt her right breasts getting bumped into. Then on her left ribs, she felt the bottom part of it being played with and it drove her wild. The two women tickling her had different styles, but one thing remained the same. Both sides of her ribs were in sheer tickle hell. She never laughed this long before and felt her lungs starting to burn. Her body kept convulsing, and she couldn’t put a stop to it. Then she heard something that struck fear deep into her soul. She heard Pilar talking about her breasts and hearing Priscilla saying that she would eventually be exposed, really frightened her. She already felt really embarrassed that these women had her in her undergarments. Her dress and boots were off to the side somewhere, and she hated that they could see her body. They complimented her body in a sense, but the thought of potentially being naked horrified her. She was a modest woman, even with some dalliances in her life. Being naked would be horrific and completely humiliating. It frightened her that they would even consider doing that to her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA LET ME GO!!!!” she screamed.
“She sounds so concerned. Awwww……she wants to be set free. Should we?” Maria teased. She could hear the reaction in Isabel’s voice and noticed she started to scream that after hearing that her chest might be exposed. She had a feeling once they exposed her naked body, she would be emotionally and mentally destroyed.
“Hehehehe I think the answer is…….NO!!!!” Pilar said with a laugh. Then she started to run her fingers up and down that ribcage some more which elicited another loud shriek, and she loved it. Her eyes looked at the shaking chest and even though Priscilla said they wouldn’t see those breasts yet, it would come. She got excited over that and seeing Isabel broken would be such a wonderful moment.
Priscilla continued to watch her two minions tickling Isabel. She loved the contrasting styles and judging by Isabel’s laughter, they were destroying her. She started to get excited because her plan was working so far. She felt her adrenaline surging and wanted to touch that body herself. She felt the urge to inflict some tickling torment on that woman. She then walked over towards where Maria was standing and looked at the exposed thighs. The stockings only went to the knees, so the thighs were completely exposed. She could also see the stomach area and it looked so helpless. She moved her left hand towards the inside of the left thigh and casually stroked her fingertips across that soft, yet somewhat loose skin. She felt the leg jumping and another evil smile formed on her face. This woman was definitely ticklish everywhere. “Ooh!!! Did that tickle?” she taunted.
Isabel felt those fingers stroking her inner thighs and an incredible ticklish shockwave rocked her. Her ribs were still being tickled, but now that her leg was touched, that sent her into a frenzy. She never knew she could be that ticklish on that spot, or at least she forgot she was. She lifted her head and saw Priscilla’s hand on her thigh, and it drove her wild. She tried to shake her leg as much as she could but could not avoid those fingers. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” she screamed out.
Pilar looked over at Priscilla’s hand and saw how she was softly tickling the inner thigh. It looked exciting and she loved that it was a ticklish area. She saw the leg quivering and heard that very strong laughter. It made her happy to see Isabel in such agony. She moved her fingers towards the belly and lightly stroked that skin. It was soft skin, and a little loose, but otherwise, the stomach area was flat enough. She looked at Isabel’s eyes and could tell she felt that touch on her stomach. “Hehehehe is your tummy ticklish too?” she teased.
Isabel shook her head when she felt the fingers now stroking her stomach. She definitely knew how ticklish she was on her stomach. Her deceased husband loved playing with her belly, tickling her and they had such a great time. Her friends would tickle her a few times on her stomach, but this moment was completely different. She was trapped by three women who wanted to torture her. The ticklish sensations seemed even stronger and now those fingers were driving her crazy. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP DOING THIS TO ME!!!” she yelled.
Maria giggled when she heard that reaction. She also saw Priscilla’s hand tickling that left inner thigh and now Pilar was softly tickling the stomach area. It appeared they were going to gang tickle Isabel for a while and she moved her fingers right by her neck. It was her time to tease her, and she started to stroke right around the neck and collarbone area. She saw and felt Isabel’s head snap to the left side, to try and block her fingers. That made her laugh, so she moved her fingers to the newly exposed right side, and now the head snapped that way. It was a fun game, and she kept tickling that neck and then towards the sternum everywhere. “Where are you going? Huh? Hehehehe Where do you think you’re going? I know! NOWHERE! Tickle tickle tickle!” she taunted.
Isabel felt those light touches on her inner thigh, stomach and now neck and chest area and she really started to go crazy. It was not as bad as much stronger tickling techniques, but it was driving her crazy. She wished she could move her body freely to stop these women from touching her and that is what made this moment so much worse. She was helpless and they could touch her anywhere they wanted, and she could not stop them. The thigh tickling was really driving her crazy, but the stomach also made her curl her toes. The neck tickling drove her into a fit of giggles, but it was also very annoying. It was as though they were teasing her. Letting her know they were in control, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She could see their faces and they looked too happy for this moment. She started to get frustrated and had to lash out somehow. “STOP TOUCHING ME HEHEHEHEHEHE YOU *****S!!!!” she yelled.
Priscilla couldn’t help but feel a powerful surge of happiness. The way Isabel was reacting was music to her ears. The torture was really getting to her and now that she was insulted, she could really torment the woman. However, she wanted to send her a message first. She stopped tickling that inner thigh and told Pilar and Maria to cease their tickle attack. She wanted to make sure Isabel felt this next moment and put fear into her. She could hear her breathing heavily and waited for a moment so she could be somewhat clear minded. She then made eye contact with the tiring woman, and she placed her left hand directly onto the pussy that was still hiding under the underwear. She did a pat on the area, then a gentle squeeze. The look on Isabel’s face was priceless and that was what she wanted to see. “You called me a *****? Hehehehe I don’t think so, you bitch. When I am done with you, you will see why you will be a ***** yourself. Now, I hope you realize that YOU and especially this pussy of yours will………be……..mine!” she threatened, then gave a very gentle squeeze on the hidden mound.
Isable’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she felt that gentle squeeze on her most private area. This evil woman was now touching her in a place that not too many people have touched. She had a few affairs in her life, as well as being married to an amazing man, but never in her life did something like this happen to her. She felt incredible shame, fear and some anger. This woman was trying to dominate her and it set off her emotions. “W-What are you doing? Don’t touch me there. DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME THERE!!!” she yelled.
“You don’t understand. I OWN this pussy of yours. You don’t have a choice, you old bitch. If I want to touch this pussy, I WILL!! If I want to squeeze it, I WILL!!! If I want to tease it and tickle it, I WILL!!!! If I want to look at it, I WILL!!! If I want to make you cum your brains out, I WILL!!!! Don’t you forget that!” Priscilla yelled back, then started to massage the mound. She loved the effect she was having on Isabel and her desire to humiliate the woman grew more. Isable was still fighting her. Even though she did sound tired from the laughter, she still had some fight left in her. It was time to really get her towards the breaking point and a little humiliation would start to do that. She looked over at Pilar and Maria and smiled. “You know what? Take her bra off and let me see her tits. This bitch thinks she can tell me what to do and call me a *****? Well, we will see who the ***** is. EXPOSE HER TITS!!!” she commanded.
Pilar couldn’t help but smile when she heard that command. She loved the way Priscilla was taking control of this moment. She heard Isabel yelling to not get touched in her very personal areas, and now Priscilla wanted to teach her a lesson and put her in her place. She looked over at the chest and was delighted to see that the bra could open in the front. Since Isabel’s arms were above her head and tied down, it would be difficult to remove the garment unless she cut it off. But since it opened in front, she could open it up and expose those breasts without having to do too much effort. She moved her hands towards that clasp, and she saw the look of panic in Isabel’s eyes. There was something about that look that drove her wild. She felt a surge of power, and this was the moment to humiliate this lady. “Ooooh!!! We get to see your tits!” she said with joy.
Isabel’s jaw dropped when she heard Priscilla talking about exposing her breasts. She was absolutely stunned that this was about to happen, and she didn’t know how to react. It was unbelievable that these women were about to see something of hers that was private. She heard the threats of this happening, but since it was going to happen right now, it completely stunned her. She looked over at Pilar’s face and saw how happy she looked. She watched in shock as she saw those large hands moving towards her chest. She was frightened and stiff. She couldn’t move, and she couldn’t even breathe. She looked in horror when she saw the clasp come undone and her bra felt loose. Isabel shook her head in disbelief when she saw Pilar slowly peeling the cups off the bra and she saw her right breast get exposed, then her left. Her eyes were wide with fright, and she still could not breathe. This was absolutely mortifying, and she was in pure shock.
“Well, look what we have here. Hehehehe look at these tits! They look pretty nice. They look a little saggy, but that is because you are OLD, but they still got a nice shape to them. I am impressed! You took care of yourself!” Pilar taunted as she looked at the naked breasts. She could see they were a good size, and even though there was some sagging and some wrinkles, the breasts had a nice shape and looked really good. The brown nipples were small, and they looked perky. She wondered what would happen when they finally played with Isabel sexually. There was a certain thrill about playing with a woman this age, and to dominate her would be amazing.
Priscilla couldn’t help but smile when she looked at the naked breasts. She was impressed with them as they still had a nice shape to them. She wondered if her own chest would look good when she eventually turned 51. What she enjoyed most was the look on Isabel’s face. The woman looked absolutely mortified and that made her feel very powerful. The fact that Isabel wasn’t saying anything made her know that the woman was humiliated. She then looked at the breasts again and thought back to La Diabla’s naked chest. They were similar, but Isabel’s were larger. She remembered how much fun she had playing with La Diabla’s breasts and now she was going to do the same to her mother. She started to grin, and it was time to continue the humiliation. “What’s the matter, Isabel? For someone who was so demanding towards me, you sure are quiet now. You have some nice titties. You should be proud of them.” she grinned.
“I…….I…….” Isabel stammered. She still could not believe this was happening and she felt her body temperature rising. She felt great shame and it started to affect her emotions. She was being tortured and now she was also being humiliated by her daughter’s greatest enemy. She looked at Priscilla’s face and heard what she told her. She didn’t even know how to respond to her. She was completely stunned.
“Hehehehe Aren’t you going to say thank you? I mean, I could make a lot of old jokes, but you really do have nice titties. They are larger than I thought. They looked a bit soft though. I wonder if they are just as responsive. But I do know I want them to shake around. I want to be amused! Ladies, can you tickle her so I can see her titties shake around?” Priscilla asked. She knew Isabel would experience great mental and emotional suffering after her chest was exposed. It was time to drill it into this woman’s head that there was no help coming and that she would be submissive to her. She started to imagine what would happen once she got the underwear off. That would break Isabel for sure, possibly forever.
Pilar clapped her hands and was quite excited to see those breasts shake around. She glanced over at Maria who also had a look of happiness. It was time to tickle Isabel again and to keep embarrassing her. She remembered how embarrassed Veronica was when they exposed her chest and played with her breasts. She figured Veronica was a ***** anyway, and if she was stunned, then someone like Isabel might lose all of her dignity. She winked at Maria and smiled. “Hey, go after her belly, I will go after her sides.” she told her.
“With pleasure!” Maria said, then moved her fingers to the stomach area. She heard the things both Pilar and Priscilla said to Isabel about her breasts. In a way, she felt a little bad for the woman because she just had to be completely embarrassed. A woman her age was probably never anticipating being forcefully stripped for spectacle and torture. However, she had her job to do, and it was time to have some fun. She started to lightly diddle her fingers across the belly and felt the body convulse a little. She loved that reaction and now her fingers slid from the top of the stomach area, all the way down to the navel. She felt the stomach fluttering and that made her giggle as well. “hehehe she is still ticklish.” she said.
Pilar saw Maria’s fingers playing with the belly area and saw the body starting to move around. She looked at Isabel’s face and even though it was still a look of shock she could see the formation of a smile on her face and could see she was starting to giggle. She knew her moment to strike was near and wanted her victim to already be laughing, then she would hit her tickle strike hard to really send her to hell. “hehehe yep, she really is. Look at her smiling! Awww…she is cute when she is smiling.” she said in baby talk, hoping to get into Isabel’s mind.
Isabel felt the fingers stroking her stomach and she couldn’t help but feel the ticklish sensations growing stronger within her. She was still stunned by having her breasts exposed and these women were looking at them. No person had seen her breasts in years, except for a doctor, but that is also a very rare thing in her life. The gravity of her situation really started to hit home for her. She already knew she was going to be tortured and embarrassed. She knew Priscilla wanted to torment her simply because of who her daughter was. She was tied down and helpless, but the reality of her breasts being exposed hurt her. Her private place between her legs was fondled and now her breasts were exposed. This was the most humiliating moment in her entire life. Now she was being tickled and forced to laugh over her situation. Her body started to flinch and then a dark truth hit her mind. Because she was so ticklish, her chest was going to shake freely and that would give these evil women the show they craved to see. “Hehehehehehe stop touching me! Please!!! Hehehehehe this is not right!” she laughed.
“Oh, it is VERY right. You deserve this. You dared to try and yell at me. Tell me what I can and can’t do. Oh no, you are going to learn the hard way, Isabel. You truly are that bitch’s mother. Hardheaded and defiant. And like her, you will surrender to me. Your nightmare has just begun!” Priscilla told her, then went back to softly tickling that left inner thigh. She loved the power she was feeling and doing this to a mature woman seemed very thrilling. She was taught as a kid to respect elders, but now she was dominating one. It made her feel that she could dominate anyone and make them bend to her will. Tormenting a young and innocent soul like Cheyenne was fun. Tickling a woman around her age such as La Diabla was a great thrill, but tormenting this mature woman seemed extra special. She started to feel the invincibility again and knew her trafficking empire was coming back. She started to hear more defined giggles and soon the laughter started to build. Her eyes looked over at Pilar who hadn’t started ticking yet. She wondered what the pause was, but also excited to see what she would do. Priscilla liked Maria, but Pilar seemed a lot more in tuned with what she wanted, very similar to the Russian bounty hunters, Helga and Svetlana. Helga was the driving force, and she broke over a hundred sex slaves in that cavern. Svetlana was good at torture, but she was more into the kidnapping aspect of it. Pilar was the brute strength one, and she figured it would be her that really could help her end of the partnership between Christos Andino and her. The thrill of power once again consumed her mind, and she kept playing with that soft inner thigh.
Pilar saw Priscilla starting to tickle the inner thigh and heard the cutest giggle coming from Isabel. Her partner Maria was now playing with the navel. She loved how those fingers of Maria played around that sensitive skin, and it had to really be a torturous feeling. Now it was her turn. The naked breasts were shaking, and it was time to really make them shake around. She then placed her hands on the right side of Isabel’s body, close by her hips. She then started to “lobster claw” the side and put some pressure into it. She immediately saw that look of panic on Isabel’s face, and she knew she hit a very sensitive spot. “Ticklish?” she mockingly asked.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU DOING? HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! STOOOOOPPPP!!” Isabel exploded into laughter. That extraordinarily powerful sensation tore right though her body and she never felt anything like that before. She had never been tickled on that spot like that before and it rocked her entire soul. She desperately tried to move her body away from those hands, but that realization that she was tied down really set in. She was truly trapped and now she felt a horrific ticklish feeling and she completely lost control of herself. Her laughter was very powerful, and her mind was racing with ticklish thoughts. She could still feel her navel being played with and her left inner thigh, but this side tickling was something too powerful for her.
Priscilla couldn’t help but chuckle when she witnessed that ticklish reaction. She loved the way Isabel exploded into laughter. She loved the way her hair was now starting to whip around, and her mouth was wide open. She heard the terror in that laugh and knew Pilar had found a very sensitive spot. She loved every moment of this. She even wished La Diabla was her to see her mother get tortured like this. It would probably break her heart and her soul. She watched as the chest was now really shaking around and that made her very happy. It was time to humiliate Isabel further. “hehehe look at her tits shaking! I love it! They are wobbling around. I think she is flirting with us now. Hahahaha” she taunted.
Maria chuckled when she heard Priscilla taunting Isabel. She could see the body thrashing around as much as it could, and those breasts were indeed wobbling around. It excited her to see just how powerful her boss was when it came to torturing another woman like this. Pilar and she had a lot of fun with Veronica, but listening to Priscilla and seeing her have fun was such a great thing to happen. She looked at Pilar’s hands grabbing and “clawing” that side and the reaction was amazing. She wanted to try and torment poor Isabel even more and now she moved her fingers inside the belly button and moved them around in a circle. She hoped that would drive this woman out of her mind. “Hehehehe yeah, her tits are really shaking now! Her cute little bellybutton is so ticklish too!” she teased.
Isabel was still in utter shock as she felt those powerful ticklish sensations tearing through her body. That squeezing on her sides was tearing her apart and the navel tickling really started to bother her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the agonizing ticklish feeling she had at the moment. She could hear their taunts and wanted to respond, but she just kept laughing. She still felt ashamed that her chest was exposed, and they were pointing that fact out to her. She could also feel her inner thigh being tickled and just that soft touch there drove her wild. She was overwhelmed and prayed that they would at least show her some mercy. She knew she had a strong will but under this kind of duress, she didn’t know how long it would be until she ultimately surrendered. “HAHAHAHAHAHA PELASE STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAH STOP!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! HAHAHAHAHA DIOS MIO!!!! POR FAVOR PARA!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” she screamed.
Priscilla loved the way Isabel was screaming at this point. Three places on her body were being tickled and she knew this woman would not be able to stand all of it. She liked torturing this woman. There was something about her hysterical laughter that soothed her. Her eyes then looked at the exposed right thigh and she started to tickle that spot with her fingers. Now, she had both thighs being tickled and knew it had to drive her wild. She really did like the way Pilar was tormenting that side and how Maria’s finger inside the navel had to be devastating to this woman. She then looked at the underwear covered mound and got a little excited. She wondered how bad it would be to tickle that area. She wanted to save that spot for last. Because once she made it there, she planned to force this woman to orgasm and take her soul away. “Hehehehe poor Isabel. She is so ticklish! There is NOTHING she can do but laugh. Huh? Come on ticklish old lady, LAUGH!!!” she said with malice in her voice.
Pilar smiled when she heard those teasing taunts from Priscilla. Her boss was truly enjoying herself and that made her happy. Because it appeared that Priscilla was calming down about not gaining that diamond. It appeared that whatever her motivation for kidnapping La Diabla’s mother seemed to focus her on a larger task. Her eyes then went back down to the side she was squeezing and loved how her fingers sank into that flesh. She moved her right hand onto the hipbone and squeezed it. That really seemed to drag a horrific shriek out of Isabel, and she wanted to taunt her as well. “Yes!! Grandma is really ticklish!!! I bet this REALLY tickles, doesn’t it?” she taunted as she kept squeezing.
Maria kept moving her fingers all around the navel and loved hearing both Pilar and Priscilla taunt poor Isabel. She hoped her navel play was just as devastating as the thigh tickling and side squeezing. Those horrific laughs were starting to echo inside the room, and she shivered a little. She knew she had to keep impressing Priscilla as well, so she decided to get into the taunting too. “Hehehehe yep, she sure is ticklish! She thought she was strong. She thought she could be in control, but there she is. Just laughing away. For someone so OLD, she sure sounds like a ticklish little girl!” she taunted.
Isabel heard the taunts, and she hated them. She wanted them all to suffer for torturing her like this. The tickling sensations kept tearing right though her and she wondered how she was going to survive all of this. She was getting really concerned because she wasn’t getting enough oxygen back into her lungs as she kept laughing and screaming. She could feel her lungs burning and she even started to feel a little dizzy because she kept shaking her head violently while fighting the tickling that was happening. Her body was starting to get distressed and now she was scared she could really suffer and have major body damage. She opened her eyes and looked at Maria and Pilar’s smiling faces and then at Priscilla’s cold yet smiling face. She felt that urge to beg. She didn’t want to but at this point, her body was being overrun with ticklish feelings, and she couldn’t stand it. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!!” she screamed.
Priscilla grinned when she heard that begging. She loved how much hell Isabel was going through. She remembered when La Diabla was tortured, how bad that woman suffered. That was with just her and Helga. There were three women tickling this much older woman and knew it wouldn’t take long to break her compared to her daughter. She also knew that she had to give Isabel a breather. The last thing she wanted was for her to pass out. She wanted to break her spirit. She needed to break her mind. She then stopped tickling the thighs and looked at her two minions. “Ok ladies, give her a break. Let her breathe for a moment. Just a moment….” she instructed.
Pilar felt a little disappointed that she had to stop. She really liked the reaction that Isabel had to her hip squeezing and wanted to keep going. She had that urge to utterly destroy her, but she understood why Priscilla wanted to stop. She could see Isabel was suffering physically and just like she did with Veronica, she had to keep the woman conscious so she could keep torturing her. She saw Isabel now breathing heavily and she couldn’t help but smile. She looked over at Priscilla and saw how happy she looked. “Hehehehe she is being destroyed. I love this! What will we do with her next?” she asked.
“We will let her rest for a moment. What happens next is up to her. Hehehe” Priscilla replied with a smile. She looked at Isabel slowly rocking her head side to side as she was trying to catch her breath. She saw the chest heaving up and down as those lungs were filling with air again. She could hear some soft moaning and waited patiently for Isabel to catch her breath somewhat. She then got closer to the head area and looked at the tired face. She could see the sheen of sweat on the face and the mouth was wide open. The eyes were still closed, and she wanted to have some fun. She placed her own face close to Isabel’s so when she opened her eyes, the first thing she would see was her. “Hehehehe having fun yet?” she asked.
Isabel slowly opened her eyes and then gasped! As soon as her eyes opened, she saw Priscilla’s smirking face. It startled her because she did not expect that face to be right there. That got her mind racing, and she had to catch her breath all over again. Priscilla’s face moved away from her, and she kept trying to get air back into her lungs. She felt her body start to ache and realized just how much stress was being placed on her body. It made her wonder how much longer she could last under this kind of duress. “What…..do you…..want from me? Why do you have….to keep…..torturing me?” she panted.
“You know, you are just as stupid as your daughter. I already told you why you are being tortured. Now I definitely know La Diabla is your daughter. You are both as dumb as rocks.” Priscilla taunted with a hint of anger in her voice. She had a very strong desire to make this woman start to fear her, which would place her in total control of her. She then put her face closer to Isabel’s once again and grinned. “Do you remember what I said?” she asked.
Isabel saw that face close to her again and she shivered. After all the tickling that took place, her mind went to a different place. It went into survival mode, so she wasn’t going to remember everything Priscilla said anyway. She didn’t say anything of true importance. She was mainly taunting her and trying to embarrass her. “I don’t and does….it even matter?” she replied, while still sucking in wind.
Priscilla smiled and she nodded her head. It was true. It wasn’t going to matter anyway because she was going to torture her regardless. But she had to keep playing with her mind. “Hehehe Good point but look at it this way. The better you behave, the less torture you will get. Now, I bet you are thinking when this will end. I am sure you want us to stop tormenting this feeble body of yours. I will stop once I know you are mine. Just like when your daughter submitted to me before. You should have seen how obedient she was when I broke her will. Hehehehe” she taunted knowing full well any mention of La Diabla would surely hurt Isabel’s feelings.
Isabel heard the reference to Salem once again and she felt her anger growing again. She truly hated that Salem had to deal with this woman and it appeared that whatever encounters those two women had, it had to be very emotional and very intense. She didn’t know what exactly transpired between them as Salem only gave her a high-level story. She only knew her daughter was captured and tortured but was not told how. When she was told the story, she didn’t care to hear the details anyway because she did not want to know how her baby was hurt. She had a feeling it was the same torture she was experiencing now because Priscilla was very good at it. One thing that she did like was the fact that in the end, Salem got revenge on this woman. When she heard that Priscilla was defeated and how Salem helped some deputy, it made her proud. She considered taunting Priscilla about that, but it would not do her any good because she was captured. Isabel wished that Priscilla could be captured again, and if she was, she wanted to be there to make her life miserable. After this humiliating moment, she wanted to make sure that evil woman rued the day she ever thought about kidnapping her. Now, she had to somehow remain calm even though it truly hurt her heart whenever she heard Priscilla disparaging Salem. “Don’t talk about Salem. Leave her alone. Please….” she said softly.
“I like talking about Salem. In fact, I prefer to call her by her name, La Diabla. Salem sounds too normal and human. We both know that bitch is NOT human. She is evil personified. Why else would she be known as La Diabla. Hehehe So stop pretending she is this sweet young lady. I know parents can see the good in their child, but you need to face reality!” Priscilla told her. She felt a little anger because she did not want to hear how “nice” the outlaw was. She hated her and wanted to see her destroyed.
“She…she will always be….my daughter. She will always be….mi angelita. My little angel.” Isabel said softly. She still wanted to defend Salem, even if it meant her own torture was to resume. She felt nervous again because she knew another tickle attack was going to happen because she was defending her daughter and tried to prepare her body for that moment.
“ANGEL?! ANGEL? Are we talking about the same woman? Listen you idiot, she literally goes by the name LA DIABLA. She is a SHE DEVIL. She gave herself that name! My goodness, I know mothers love their children, but you can’t be that stupid and defend someone that is so hateful and evil.” Priscilla shouted back. She knew Isabel would defend her daughter, but still felt it was an insult to even defend La Diabla. That really drove her anger and now it was time to make Isabel suffer a little more. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She wanted to show she was in control and not a stark raving lunatic. She started to giggle a little because a new spot to torment would be fun to discover. She looked at Isabel’s face and smiled. “You know what? I am being slightly thoughtless. I am allowing you to breathe right now after listening to those horrific screams of laughter. I am sure your FIFTY-ONE-YEAR-OLD BODY wants to be soothed. I agree. In fact, I think I will have a spot that us women love to have massaged and cared for. I think we should comfort your feet. Would you like that?” she asked.
Isabel continued to try and get breath back into her body and hoped her body temperature would decrease. She also wanted to remain calm after hearing the latest insult against Salem. She definitely knew about the nickname her daughter had, but she never liked it. She knew who Salem was down deep and kept praying one day she would stop going by that name. Then her eyes went wide when she heard Priscilla mentioning her feet. She looked at her smiling and when she realized that her feet were next, that put her in a panic. She had never been tickle tortured before, and the places she was tickled so far on her stomach, ribs and underarms were targets before, but the one place she knew she was deathly ticklish was the bottoms of her feet. Her deceased husband loved playing with her feet, even though it drove her crazy. A schoolmate of hers when she was young would also tickle her feet sometimes. That always drove her wild and she always managed to get away and escape. Her feet were very sensitive and if this woman tortured her on her upper body already, then her feet were next! Isabel feared that the torture of her feet would be her undoing and now desperation set in. “NO!!!! I would not like that. Listen, you have to stop this!!! You tortured me already!! What more do you want from me?” she yelled in a panic.
“Hehehehe you hear that, ladies? It sounds like her feet might be a wee bit sensitive. Poor thing. She looks like she is a working lady. Probably on her feet all day long. Now, how about we make sure they feel nice. Can you both massage her feet right now?” Priscilla asked with a grin. She loved the reaction Isabel gave about her feet. It immediately made her think of how La Diabla reacted when her feet were tickled. She truly loved genetics at the moment. It appeared mother and daughter both had the same sensitivities, and she was going to truly enjoy this moment.
Pilar anxiously went over to the right foot and reached down and grabbed the trapped right foot. The ankle was secure with rope, so it was not going to move away. She could feel how warm the foot was through the stocking and felt the leg and foot trembling. She knew from experience that since Isabel was already tickled, her sensitivity elsewhere would also be off the charts. “Oohh!!! I like this. Her foot is SO warm! A bit jumpy, but warm!” she teased.
Maria went to the left foot and placed it in her hand. She could also feel the warmth of the foot and could already feel the leg and foot trembling. That was a sure sign of very ticklish feet, and this was going to be a lot of fun for them. She looked down and saw how her own hand was within that very high arch. “Hehehehe looks like her feet are a perfect design. See how my hand fits inside this arch? I can’t wait to see what it actually looks like.” she teased.
Isabel felt those hands on her feet, and she could already feel the ticklish tremors flowing through her body. She was very sensitive at the moment and the slightest touch would send very strong ticklish feelings in her body. She knew that even a massage would drive her wild. “Hehehehee please let go of my feet! They are fine! Hehehehe they are fine!” she squealed.
Priscilla felt a tingle between her legs as she heard that delightful begging. This attractive woman having ticklish feet was such a major turn on for her. She loved it when a victim was tickled, but when their feet were tickled, it just seemed extra special. She thought about when she tickled La Diabla’s trapped feet and how much it drove her crazy. She remembered those long toes and that high arch. Hearing Maria talk about Isabel’s high arch brought back such great memories. “Yeah, she is the mother of that devil bitch. Hehehe she also had high arches. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. I remember how sensitive those feet were too. Tell me Isabel, are your feet as sensitive as that bitch daughter of yours?” she asked.
Isabel continued to feel those hands massaging her feet and she couldn’t stop giggling. She knew if they were deliberately trying to tickle them, she was going to lose control. It was already embarrassing that she was being tickled. It was really embarrassing with her naked breasts exposed. Now, it was going to be embarrassing to laugh herself silly and suffer when they went after her delicate feet. But her heart was breaking when she heard Priscilla mentioning the feet of the outlaw. That confirmed her fears, and that Salem was tickle tortured by this woman and had to suffer. She knew her daughter was ticklish because she liked to tickle her as a child. The fact it happened to her meant that she really suffered under this woman. She felt herself getting emotional but also found solace that her daughter did eventually make this woman pay. Unfortunately for her, she was going to suffer the same fate. “Get hehehehehehe your hands hehehehehe off of my hehehehehehehehe feet!!!” she giggled.
“That means yes! Hahaha Ok ladies, enjoy yourselves. Keep tickling her feet until I say stop. Then you will take those stockings off. I want her bare feet. Understood?” Priscilla commanded. She wanted to be the one to torment the barefeet first. She wanted the pleasure of making the woman with the same foot design as La Diabla suffer under her nails. She felt herself getting really happy and this moment was going to be something she savored for a very long time.
“You got it!” Pilar said with great excitement. She then started to lightly run her fingers up and down the arch area and was immediately surprised at the very strong laughter that came from Isabel. It appeared her feet were extra ticklish!
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T DO THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LEAVE MY FEET ALONE!!!” Isabel screamed as she felt those fingers lightly tickling her arch. This seemed a lot worse because her body was very tired and made her more sensitive to touch. It was a lot stronger than she imagined and now she was really desperate. She did not want her feet tickled right now. It was going to truly make her suffer and she did not want that.
“Hehehe wow! She has some really ticklish feet! This is going to be fun. Let me tickle her foot too!” Maria said with excitement. She loved the prospect of tickling poor Isabel’s feet. Her own feet were highly sensitive, so she could empathize with her. She thought about when she got to play with Veronica’s feet and that was a lot of fun. But there was something special about this pair of feet. It was still surreal that Isabel was the mother of La Diabla and tickling her feet seemed like an honor. She was also very delighted to hear from Priscilla that the outlaw was also very ticklish on her feet. She started to wonder just how ticklish she was. She figured after they finished with Isabel, she would ask Priscilla to tell them the story of La Diabla’s torture. It seemed like a lot of fun, and she hoped she could tickle La Diabla’s feet as well.
Priscilla loved the reaction that Isabel was giving. She could hear the sheer desperation in her voice and that laughter. She saw her body shaking as much as it could, and naked breasts were shaking around a lot. She could see the look of ticklish anguish on her face, and it brought a warm feeling inside her soul. There was just something beautiful about watching this woman losing control of herself just because her feet were tickled. She had an understanding of it because she remembered when her own feet were tickled by La Diabla. It was a horrible feeling, and it drove her wild. She also remembered when Darby tickled her feet the day she was captured. What that woman did to her feet, especially her toes made her go through a lot of trauma. Now, she wanted to release that trauma and tickle destroy the naked feet of Isabel when the time came. She wanted to truly enjoy that moment and thought back to how Helga tickled feet. Priscilla wondered if there could be a way to get Helga and Svetlana out of prison. They were very good at their jobs, and it would bring her revenge full circle. She did think however, that she no longer needed Gloria Wellington because she had a new financier. She never met Christos Andino, but he was far richer and untouchable at the moment for the authorities. She snapped out of her trance and heard those screams. She wanted to hear more of it! “That’s right! Get her good! I want this bitch of a mother to SUFFER!!! Hehehe” she said with enthusiasm.
“AAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!! HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!” Isabel screamed as those fingers continued to tickle the bottoms of her feet. She could feel Pilar’s stronger fingers starting to press into her flesh on the ball of her foot and that made her start to go into conniptions. She felt Maria’s fingers tickling along the instep of her left foot and that made her start to shriek. She knew she still had her stockings on, but if they were removed, she would surely be doomed. She had no idea how she was going to survive at this moment. The earlier tickling had been devastating, but this seemed far worse. She shut her eyes tight to try and absorb what was happening. She felt like her lungs were going to burst and her brain was on a wild ride. She prayed that this wouldn’t last too long, or she would be broken forever.
Pilar continued to tickle the ball of the foot and then started to move back into the arch. She was fascinated by the high arch and how sensitive the skin must have been. She wondered how the skin must have felt. Even though stockings could cover the most calloused feet, she couldn’t feel any on this woman’s feet. The skin must have been quite tender and now she grew jealous. She was jealous that Priscilla was going to touch the skin when she wanted to. She hoped she could touch it once Priscilla was done because she was truly enjoying making this woman scream her head off. She started to look forward to tickling the new sex slaves’ feet as well. It was going to be the best thing to happen to her. She was going to get paid very well to tickle torture some women and break their souls. She then moved her fingers back into the ball of the foot and headed towards the toes. Pilar felt the foot really starting to jerk around and that meant one thing. The toes were devastatingly ticklish! “Hehehehe You know what? I think her toes might be a soothing spot for her. I think I will play a game with them.” she teased with a goofy smile.
Maria looked over at her partner and saw that goofy smile on it. She loved how much fun her partner was having, and she wanted to play along. She heard the toes were responsive and anxiously awaited the game she wanted to play. “What game do you want to play with her toes?” she asked.
“Well….since this is the mother of La Diabla, you can imagine the fun she had with her when she was just a tiny demon. Remember how your mother would play, ‘This little piggy’? I think it is time we played it on her! Hahahaha I bet she will love it!” Pilar said with a great smile. She wanted to tickle the feet and make the toes suffer but also humiliate Isabel at the same time. She then stopped her tickling of the ball of the foot and placed the right big toe between the thumb and index finger of her left hand. She gave it a quick wiggle and grinned. “This little piggy went to market! Hehehe” she teased.
Isabel was stunned as she felt her big toe being wiggled. She heard the children’s rhyme, and she felt really embarrassed. They were treating her like a child and she truly hated being in this moment. Even though each wiggle of her toes tickled a little, she was in stunned silence as she looked at her foot. She shook her head and prayed they would stop doing these things to her. “Dios Mio! Leave me alone!” she yelled out.
“And thiiiiiiiiiiis little piggy went…….TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!!!” Pilar yelled, then started to place her fingers under all the toes and wriggled her fingers there. She felt those toes immediately clench up and she heard that delicious laughter pouring out. She discovered how ticklish the toes were, and she was going to try and push this woman into total hysteria. “hehehe someone has ticklish toes!” she laughed.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOT MIS DEDOS!!! NOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Isabel roared as she felt the fingers tickling under her toes. She knew her feet were really ticklish, but because it had been so long since anyone tickled her feet, she forgot just how sensitive they were. The toe tickling sent very powerful ticklish shockwaves throughout her body, and she started to shake as much as she could. Those fingers were very strong, so they burrowed deep into her toes, and it drove her wild. Her eyes were shut tight and she just laughed. She started to laugh that deep guttural kind, and she felt her lungs burning once again.
“Hehehee wow! Her toes are ticklish! Can I try?” Maria asked Pilar. She saw that reaction from Isabel, and it excited her. She wanted to play with the toes on the left foot and see if she could get her to scream like that as well.
“Ok…I guess you can have a turn. She is REALLY ticklish there. Hehehe” Pilar giggled, then removed her fingers from the undersides of the toes. She wanted to tear open the stocking and have some fun with the naked toes, but her boss wanted to touch them first. Now that she found some great ticklish spots on the entire foot, when the foot was naked, she was surely going to torment her.
Isabel started to catch her breath and felt a tremendous sense of relief. That toe attack was a lot worse than she imagined and her heart was beating faster. She took a moment to just focus on breathing because she already knew her torture wasn’t over. She didn’t want to yell at her captors because they were going to torture her anyway and she needed to preserve some kind of strength. It was now all about survival. She had to somehow focus on surviving and pray that somehow, someway, she would be rescued. She remembered her daughter was in California, so someone else had to come get her. She took deep breaths to get as much air inside her lungs and then exhaled.
Maria smiled when she saw Isabel taking deep breaths and knew she was doing her best to recover. The foot tickling really seemed to be pushing her over the edge and knew she had to torment her really well. She then put her left thumb and index finger on the left big toe and started to wiggle it. She saw Isabel’s head lift up and looked towards her and she smiled. “Hey there! You feel me touching his toe of yours? I just want to test your reflexes, that’s all. Hahaha” she teased.
Isabel stared at Maria and hoped the young lady would be far nicer. She already determined the personalities of the women involved judging by their words and their actions. Priscilla was obviously the cruel one. She was the undisputed leader of this group and probably the most evil of all. Pilar was more like the executioner. Not as evil and dominant as Priscilla but definitely loved tormenting people. Maria on the other hand was probably the nicest of them all. Not that she was truly a nice woman since she lured her into that alley to begin with, but she was the one that would most likely give mercy. She wondered if she could somehow appeal to her merciful side and get her to stop tickling her. “Please…..don’t do this to me. You don’t have to do this. I…..I am suffering….” she whispered towards her.
Maria heard those words and saw that sad look on Isabel’s face. She had already been put through hell and now she was asking her for mercy. She knew this was her moment. She started to think that Isabel thought of her as the weak one in this trio of ladies. She knew her best friend and her boss was looking at her and she had to prove to them she could torture someone. In her own mind, she knew how devastating ticklish feet could be. Her own feet were tortured before, and it was her worst nightmare. However, she had a job to do and if she failed, her own feet could be tortured by Priscilla. She then wiggled the next toe, then the middle toe. She wanted to lure Isabel into thinking she may give mercy. Then, she plunged her fingers between the toes and started to wiggle them. She could feel the stocking material on her fingers, but she managed to dig in deep enough to cause horrific ticklish sensations. “Hahahaha ticklish?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Isabel exploded into laughter when she felt those fingers now between her toes. She felt her toes being wiggled and anticipated being tickled after the baby toe was played with. She was not expecting that sudden tickle strike, and she lost it. The sensations tore right through her body, and she screamed as loud as she could. She tried to arch her back but then slammed her back down on the table and just writhed in ticklish agony. Then she felt fingers under her toes on the right foot and that double sensation overwhelmed her into silent laughter. The intensity was too much and now she knew she was in deep trouble.
Priscilla felt tingles all over her body as she watched her minions tickling those helpless feet. She loved how they found such great ticklish spots on the feet, and the way they went after the toes made her proud. She was gaining more and more confidence that they would be able to keep potential sex slaves in line. She wanted to use them to help Sylvia since the assassin was not going to “babysit” the slaves. She also couldn’t wait to get La Diabla. She knew the destruction of her mother would bring the outlaw to her knees. Her eyes looked at Isabel’s face and saw how red the skin was. She could see the hair starting to get damp and the sweat was now very visible. There was just something magical about a victim breaking down in front of her. She felt her nipples starting to stiffen because she knew her time to torment those feet was near. She really wanted to torment this woman and satisfy part of her revenge against La Diabla.
Pilar loved the way her fingers played with the toes. She couldn’t see them, but she could tell their shape. They were longer toes, so there was plenty of space to torment the undersides. They were not bony or thick, they seemed to be somewhere in between. She felt the top of the big toe, and the index toe was about the same height, but the rest of the toes descended in length. She really wished she could tear open this stocking. She wondered what the foot actually looked like, and how responsive the foot would actually be. She looked over at Maria and she was having such a fun time. It was truly a good thing to see her best friend enjoying herself. She remembered how happy Maria was tickling Veronica’s feet, so she figured when they did go after the sex slaves, she would let her play with their feet. She did wonder if Maria would go after the slaves sexually too. That would be the perfect way for both of them to enjoy themselves and do a great job for Priscilla.
Maria continued to wriggle her fingers under the toes. She loved the reaction the toes were giving her. They were clenching around her fingers, but she still managed to get the space between them. She wondered what the feet actually looked like. She started to have a stronger desire to play with the naked feet. She wondered if the toes would look pretty as well as the rest of the foot. This older lady had a really nice body for someone her age. She wondered if she took good care of the feet as well. She really enjoyed the silent laughter coming from Isabel and she knew this woman had to be in total misery. “Poor thing! I don’t think she can handle her toes being tickled. Hehehehe Just wait until we can see them!” she teased.
Isabel was still in silent laughter as she felt the toes on both feet being tormented. The feeling was too much for her. She could feel tears coming from her eyes. They were tears of complete hysterical laughter. She had never reached this point before while being tickled. She remembered laughing herself to tears whenever she was with friends, and they were telling each other jokes and funny stories. This was far different. This was misery and the fact there was nothing she could do. They were tormenting her entire body and her will was slipping. She really hated being tormented and had no idea how she could survive this. They were not showing any mercy. In fact, it seemed they wanted to push her body even further. She could hear them talking about looking at her naked feet and that would be devastating. She then felt her body starting to submit itself and she no longer shook it. Her body came to a stop, and she just continued to feel those intense sensations. Now, she prayed she would lose consciousness and get away from this evil moment.
Priscilla found herself very turned on watching Isabel suffering like this. She could see how much fun Pilar and Maria were having with those stockinged feet. She loved how silent Isabel was and when she saw her body stop shaking, that put a large smile on her face. Her victim was now starting to surrender, and it was just a matter of time before she completely broke her spirit. She could see the red skin and the distressed look and knew it was time to give her a break again. “Ok ladies, you can stop tickling her toes. Let’s allow her to breathe again. Once she does, I will give you a signal to remove her stockings. It is my turn……” she instructed.
UP NEXT: Isabel continues to suffer, Sylvia continues to plot, and La Diabla learns horrible news!
Ok folks, how did you like this first part? It is just the beginning and there is soooooooo much more stuff coming. I hope you enjoy a larger view of Isabel. She made cameos before in this entire saga, but now, she is a central character to this series. Your comments are most welcomed and encouraged!
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The Deputy and The Outlaw: Sacrifice
PART 1
It was a warm summer morning, and the sun was already setting the temperature for the day. It was only 9am and the day was going to be very warm. Inside a hotel room, three women were relaxing and also getting ready for the day. They had spent the previous night going out and having fun in the fiesta in the Mexican town of Cuidad Azteca. They had traveled far to the town, but their first night was a lot of fun for them. They didn’t stay out too late because since they were all in their 50s, they didn’t have the same stamina as they used to have when they younger. Nonetheless, they truly enjoyed themselves and planned to stay one more day and depart back to their homes the next day. As two of them still rested on their beds, the third one stood up and stretched. She was feeling a bit anxious and wanted to go for a walk. She walked over to a mirror and looked at her long black hair, with the gray streaks in it. She saw an older woman, but a woman still full of life. She looked back at her friends and smiled. “I am surprised I still look this good. Hehehehe Ladies, last night was a lot of fun. So, what are the plans for today?” the woman asked.
“Isabel, you always look great. I have no idea how you do it. You also have some good energy. Amiga, I was done by 9:30 last night but you? You kept going. Sorry to ruin your fun and bring you back here. I was very tired, hehehe” a friend responded.
“Aye!!! It’s ok. Believe me, I can feel it. I am not that young lady anymore, but since we came all this way, I want to make the very best of it. I like this town. Very festive and the people are very nice. Tonight, I need you both to expend all your energy. We can sleep on the way back home tomorrow. Luisa, and Julia, we may be in our 50s, but we got to enjoy this while we can.” Isabel responded. She felt very good this morning after waking up from a good night’s rest. She then finished putting on her earrings and looked back at her friends. They were really good friends of hers, and they spent most of their days in their homes, relaxing and handling whatever business they had to attend to. They would also sit together at one of their homes and just gossip away. When she laid in bed the previous night, she couldn’t help but think of someone. Someone who meant everything in this world to her. Isabel thought about her daughter Salem, also known as the notorious La Diabla. Her friends mentioned her name the previous night and she really missed her. It had been some time since they last saw each other, and she hoped she was doing well. She knew she was staying with the Elu tribe in California. She wished she could spend more time with her, especially as the years were going by so quickly. She thought about her spirit and hoped they could reunite soon. But for now, she wanted to have some fun before going back to her daily life. She wanted to take a walk this morning because every day, she went for walks. She looked in the mirror and sighed. “Well, I will be right back my friends. I am going to take my walk.” she told them.
“You’re going for a walk? Right now? Isabel, we are in a new town. Can’t you just wait and then join us for breakfast?” Julia told her.
“Hehehe That’s how I stay young. I exercise. When I come back, we will go for some breakfast. You two really should come with me. Walking gets your blood pumping.” Isabel invited. She looked at her two friends, who were still in their pajamas and looked like they wanted to sleep again.
“You go ahead. Hahaha I think I will just stay in bed a little while longer. Don’t take too long though. My stomach is already growling.” Luisa said with a smile.
“Heheh ok, I will go for a shorter walk. Plus, it is quite warm outside, and I don’t want to get too sweaty. Ok my lazy friends, I will be right back.” Isabel joked, then headed out the door of the hotel room. She figured a quick, brisk walk would energize her for the day and then come back to get some breakfast with her friends. She made it outside and could see that there weren’t too many people around. She liked that better because when she went for walks, she liked to be alone to think about things. She started to walk and hoped to make it back soon.
Two sets of eyes lit up when they saw Isabel leaving the hotel and starting to walk down the street. They were excited to see her walking alone and it was time for them to execute a plan they had set up. The previous night, they followed Isabel and her friends back to their hotel to spy on her and wait for an opportunity. They had a mission of their own. They were instructed to kidnap Isabel and bring her back to her employer. Since Isabel was with friends, they had to wait until they could isolate her and then make their move. Their employer wanted to kidnap her so that she could get some kind of revenge against La Diabla. They knew they could not fail in this mission because they already failed by not getting a hold of a diamond their employer really wanted. They had spent the night near the hotel and were uncomfortable because they had to make sure they watched the hotel and wait for Isabel to appear again. They had expected her to be with her friends but seeing her alone really got them excited.
“She is alone! We should strike!” Pilar told her partner in crime, Maria. Pilar was really excited about the opportunity to complete this assignment. She really wanted to curry the favor of her employer, Priscilla Montenegro, and bring the innocent woman to her. She had no idea what Priscilla had planned for Isabel, but it was to hurt La Diabla, the same woman that foiled their own plans. She looked at her partner and grinned.
“Yes, this might be our chance! It was going to be hard to isolate her, but now she is alone. Come on, let’s do this! We have to get this done or Priscilla will kill us.” Maria responded. She had been very nervous when they had to tell Priscilla they didn’t get the diamond. But they were given this assignment and since they were going to be involved in a sex trafficking ring, kidnapping women was going to be a skill they had to do.
“Ok, you know what to do. Bring her to me, and she will be ours!” Pilar said to her friend. Their plan was simple. They were going to lure Isabel over to a nearby alley and perform their usual method of robbing an innocent victim. She was also happy there weren’t too many people around. It seemed as though luck had finally found their way to them.
“Be right back. Hehehe” Maria giggled, then started to leave her position and follow the unwitting Isabel.
Isabel looked around as she walked. She could see some people walking around and the town was going about their day. It was still early, and she knew it was going to get crowded really soon. This town’s fiesta was so energetic and festive, the people were partying all day and into the night. She loved the many decorations around town and could smell the food cooking in the air. That made her own stomach growl. She could also feel the warmth of the sun and wondered why she chose to wear her black dress with a red sash as her belt and reddish leather boots. She figured she would walk for a few more minutes, then head back to see her friends. As she continued to walk, she saw someone approaching her. The woman looked a little panicked and she wondered what was happening. She thought the young lady was very pretty and saw her coming up to her.
“Senora!!! Can you help me?!!” Maria said, starting her standard ruse of luring unsuspecting victims to where her partner was hiding. She saw Isabel up close for the first time and saw just how beautiful she was. She had a very attractive face and for someone her age, she was rather radiant. Kidnapping her was going to be interesting and she wanted to see what Priscilla had in mind.
“What’s the matter, senorita? What’s wrong?” Isabel asked. She could see the young lady seemed in a panic and wanted to help her. She always believed in helping others and wanted to make sure this woman was going to be ok.
“It’s my friend! She fell in that nearby alley, and I think she is hurt! I-I need someone to help me get her to her feet!” Maria lied. She liked this set up and it worked when they kidnapped Veronica. She thought it would be ironic that the same trick would be used to capture the mother of the woman, who rescued Veronica.
“Ok, show me. I will help you and we can get her to a doctor.” Isabel responded. She felt concerned that someone was hurt and wanted to make sure they could get to a nearby doctor. She followed the young lady, and she also looked around. She wondered if she could find a man to possibly help carry the woman’s friend. There weren’t any around at the moment, and she hoped the friend wasn’t too large. She followed the woman into the alley, and she saw someone lying on the ground. She noticed the person was a larger woman, and she appeared to be injured. She walked over to her and knelt down on the ground. She reached her hand forward and touched the arm of the woman. “Hey, are you ok? Do you need help?”
“No, but you do!” Pilar said, then got up quickly, reared her right arm back and then slugged Isabel flush across her jaw. She watched as Isabel collapsed to the ground in a heap. She then stood up and looked over the dazed body. She knew she connected with a very strong punch and because she knew Isabel was older, she was definitely going to be knocked out. She looked over at Maria and smiled. “Perfect! Hahaha she is out like a light, and she is OURS!” she grinned.
Maria saw how fast Isabel hit the ground and saw her knocked out face. Her partner was very strong and, in a way, she hoped she didn’t injure her too badly. “Wow, you knocked her out cold. I hope you didn’t kill her.” she said.
Pilar thought about that and checked for a pulse. She could feel one and could hear Isabel breathing as she lay on her right side. She did hope to knock her out, not kill her. She then reached down and scooped the woman up and had her in her arms. “She’s not dead. She is definitely out though. Ok, now let’s get her to the spot Priscilla told us to go to. I will take her there, and you bring Priscilla. How crazy is it that she will be in the same spot her daughter rescued Veronica? Hehehe It just seems poetic.” she said, the smiled.
“Ok, I will go get her. She will be happy! I wonder what she has planned for her. Whatever it is, I know La Diabla is going to regret the day she stole that diamond from Priscilla. Now, her mother is in danger. Don’t get seen. We have too much on the line for failure.” Maria said. She saw how Isabel’s head was hanging and, in a way, hoped she was going to be ok. The beautiful woman reminded her of her own mother and didn’t want to see her hurt. She then started to walk out of the alley and headed back to her hotel room where Priscilla was waiting.
Pilar looked at a knocked-out Isabel and smiled. She also thought she was very pretty and hoped they could have some fun with her like they had with Veronica. She wanted to know what Priscilla had planned. She started to walk away, carrying the innocent woman in her arms, knowing that their new adventure was about to begin. “I can’t wait to see what happens to you. In fact, I can’t wait to see how your daughter reacts when she finds out. She is going to regret the day she ever crossed me and Priscilla Montenegro. Hehehe” she laughed as she walked away.
La Diabla was sitting on edge of the bed and was putting on her boots. She had a really good night’s sleep and now it was time to get ready. She looked in front of her and saw both Veronica and Gabby standing there and putting on the rest of their clothes. She loved how they would banter with each other and there was so much love in the air between them. It made her think of the previous night where for the first time, she had sex with the two of them. It was a surreal experience because she got drunk and the next thing she knew, she was being tickled by them, then stripped naked. It was such a fun and intense time between all three of them and it turned out to be a very beautiful thing. She woke up in the morning with the two of them nestling on each side of her and she could feel the love. She didn’t know if she would ever do that again with them but having that moment would bring special memories for her and she truly adored the both of them. She finished putting on her boots, then stood up. “Wow, I still feel tired. Hehehe” she said, then stretched her body.
“Hahaha because we all put in a lot of energy last night. I am still tired myself.” Gabby grinned. She immediately started to think about the threesome they had had the previous night, and her heart filled with joy. She and her girlfriend, Veronica, had talked quite often about having a sexual threesome with the dangerous outlaw. It finally happened and she still basked in the afterglow of that moment. When she woke up, she saw the sleeping face of La Diabla and couldn’t believe it actually happened. She knew the next time it was just her and Veronica making love, they would flashback to that threesome and make themselves even more horny.
“I am too. Maybe we should stay in bed all day. You know, to rest and then perhaps have some more fun.” Veronica said with a grin. Having that moment with the women who meant the most to her was the fulfillment of a dream. She loved Gabby with all her heart and there was a special place in her heart for La Diabla. Waking up next to her naked body was surreal and she wished they could do it all again. “Maybe I could just suck the toes of both of your feet and relax you. Hehehe” she offered.
La Diabla had a shy smile as she thought about everything that had happened. These two ladies were still very horny towards her and it did sound tempting, but she knew she had to get back to Bella’s home. “That sounds nice, but we do have to go back. I feel like I am ignoring Cheyenne. Hehehe and, if you suck my toes, it will probably tickle, and I don’t want to be helpless again.” she responded with a grin.
“Oooooh!!! I think we both should suck her toes! I get a foot baby, and you get her other one. Come on, just for another hour. Are we really in such a rush?” Gabby smiled. She liked the idea of placing those ticklish toes inside her mouth and getting La Diabla giggling and feeling pleasure.
“Yes, just for an hour. Then we can go. Come on, it will be fun!” Veronica added. She looked at the booted feet and licked her lips. She knew that they might never get another chance to have sexual fun with the outlaw and wanted to take as much as she could.
“Will you two stop looking at my feet! Hehehe Come on, we are already dressed, and I am hungry. You know Bella will have a delicious meal prepared for us. Get your minds off my feet already. Hahaha” La Diabla told them then started to walk towards them. She knew if they left, they would probably focus their minds on something else instead of sexual activity with her.
“Ok, fine. Spoil sport! Hehehe” Gabby teased. She then got herself ready and looked at her friend once again. “Hey, but to let you know, last night was incredibly special for the both of us. To have you in our bed, naked with us and having such a great time meant a lot. Thank you for being our friend and we both love you to pieces.” she told her.
“Yes, thank you so much. Being with you was such an incredible experience and we really appreciate you and love you. I hope you enjoyed yourself.” Veronica added. She could see how shy La Diabla was getting and wanted to make sure she knew just how much they adored her.
La Diabla felt a little shy hearing their gratitude towards her. She wasn’t used to having such emotions whenever she had a one-night stand type of sexual encounter, but these two friends of hers did mean something to her. She looked at them both and smiled. “Yes, I did enjoy myself. Last night did mean something to me, and I am glad we shared that moment together. You two are such great friends of mine and I will always love you.” she told them, her voice filled with some emotion.
“Awww…..She likes us! Hehehehehe Now, later on tonight, can we have sex again?” Gabby asked with a huge smile.
“Hahahahhahaa you two never quit, do you? Come on, let’s go to Bella’s.” La Diabla said, then grabbed her gun belt and some supplies and then headed out the door. She loved how close they all were and was starting to get excited. She was on her way back to Bella’s place and looked forward to seeing Cheyenne and her friend Molly. They had a very successful adventure in Ciudad Azteca and now they were leaving Gabby and Veronica’s home in Ciudad de Serpientes. She had a feeling that the rest of her time in Mexico would be uneventful and looked forward to helping Cheyenne make some memories. Then she shivered. She felt a sense of dread and she didn’t know why. “Whew! That was odd.” she sensed.
“What? What’s wrong?” Gabby asked. She saw La Diabla walking, then noticed she stopped and shuddered. It was out of nowhere, and wondered what could have happened.
“I-I don’t know. That was strange. It was as though I felt danger. Like someone was hurt or something. I can feel fear. It is the weirdest thing. Ok, I am fine. Let’s go.” La Diabla said, then headed off to the horses. She had no idea why she reacted that way but could still feel a sense of dread. She tried to shake it off because she had to focus on getting to Bella’s and having a good time. She wondered why she felt that and prayed that it wasn’t some strange premonition. She rode off next to Gabby and Veronica and looked forward to seeing Cheyenne, Molly and Bella once again.
Priscilla walked with a sense of purpose through the streets of Ciudad Azteca. She was walking with Maria, and she felt so excited. When Maria came to the room and gave her the news that Isabel was captured, she felt her heart race and found such an intense excitement in her body. This was the moment she had hoped for. Ever since she lost that diamond to La Diabla, she wanted revenge. She wanted revenge for a lot of things against the outlaw, and at this moment, it would be the beginning of the ultimate revenge against her personal most hated rival. She was glad it was still early enough in the morning for the streets not to be filled. She wanted some level of secrecy because she planned to humiliate the woman that gave birth to her rival. She made it to the closed store that Veronica was kept in before she was rescued and then looked at Maria. “Is she here?” she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.
“Yes, she is in there. Pilar should have her tied down right now.” Maria responded. She started to feel good inside because when she told Priscilla the news that Isabel was captured, she saw Priscilla nearly jump for joy. The woman never smiled too much, so to see her happy was a welcomed sight. Now that she was happy, perhaps she and Pilar would get on the good side of this woman and be rewarded.
“I can’t wait! Ok, let’s go in! I want to see the woman who gave birth to that evil bitch.” Priscilla said, then entered into the closed shop. She walked inside and then looked to her left. She saw Pilar standing there and noticed she had a smile. She saw Pilar’s hand pointing towards a table across the room and then Priscilla stopped dead in her tracks. She saw someone lying on the table and completely knocked out. She saw the black dress with the red sash for a belt and the reddish colored boots. She could see the long black hair that had gray streaks in it. She felt a little too excited and started to hop from one foot to the other. She slowly walked over to the dazed body and now she could see the face. She was surprised to see how beautiful of a face the woman had. She could also see the resemblance that face had to La Diabla’s. It was a very surreal moment. This was the woman who was the mother of the outlaw. Now, she was her captive, and she started to shake with true excitement. The unconscious woman lying on that table was going to help her break La Diabla once and for all. The only way it didn’t work is if La Diabla did not love her own mother, which was a possibility since she thought the outlaw was evil. However, she had a hunch she did love her mother and was going to use that love to destroy her. “Wow, for an older woman, she is quite beautiful. I can’t lie. Hehehe You did good! You both did really good!” she said with such excitement in her voice.
“I am glad you are satisfied. So, what are we going to do with her? How will she help you get revenge on La Diabla? Are you going to kill her?” Pilar asked. Priscilla hadn’t told them what her plans were just yet and she wondered what would happen. She knew her employer was ruthless and literally anything could happen.
“No, I don’t plan to kill her unless her idiot daughter tries something stupid. Right now, I want to have some fun with her. I think breaking her will be quite beneficial to my plans. I have a feeling she has a strong will just like that demon daughter of hers. Once she is broken, I will let her daughter know that she should obey me, or her precious mother will suffer even more. So, here is what we will do for now. I want you both to strip her down to her undergarments. Then we will torture her just like we will do to the sex slaves. Once she is a broken mess, then we will move to the next phase. Strip her.” Priscilla instructed. She started to feel powerful and could not wait to get Isabel in a precarious position and wanted to make her suffer a little. She wondered if she was like La Diabla, and her body was sensitive. She didn’t want to break any skin but just torture her to break her will. She needed to practice anyway and prepare for the sex trafficking ring. She watched with great delight as she saw Pilar and Maria move towards the body and start to disrobe the victim. She watched as Maria’s hands started to tug on the boots and Pilar was taking the dress off the shoulders. This was going to be a moment she would cherish for a long time.
Pilar carefully slipped the dress off of Isabel’s shoulders and started to get excited. There was something exciting about getting the opportunity to disrobe this woman. She was amazed that even though this woman was older, she was still incredibly beautiful. Despite some signs of aging, the skin was still very soft looking. The dress came off the chest and she saw the grey bra that was underneath. The size of the chest surprised her as the looked to be a size C. She continued to pull down the dress and carefully removed the red sash from the waist. She looked over at Maria, who was slipping off the reddish colored leather boots. “Wow, she is very sexy.” she said in a soft voice.
Maria looked up and saw how far Pilar got in removing the dress. She was still in shock at this moment. They were disrobing the mother of a very notorious outlaw. Her hands gripped the boot and when it slipped off the foot, she felt some excitement. She looked at the black stockinged foot and was impressed. Even though she couldn’t see the skin, she could tell the foot was shaped nicely. She could even see the very high arch and looked forward to exposing the foot. She went over to the left boot and carefully slipped that one off. Holding both boots in her hands, she carefully placed them on the floor and then looked at Pilar. The dress was now coming off the woman’s hips, exposing the white underwear. She felt a rush of adrenaline flowing when the legs were exposed, and now, she saw the dress coming off the feet. Her eyes looked at the near nude body and was impressed. Like her partner, she had to admit that this older woman was still very beautiful. Her body was still in great shape, even though there was some flab around the stomach area, and she could see some wrinkles and other signs of aging. Despite that, this woman was gorgeous. “Wow, she is so beautiful for a grandma. Hahaha” she joked.
Priscilla couldn’t help but feel excited once she saw the clothes come off of Isabel. Now, her greatest enemy’s mother was lying down on the table, and only wearing her bra, underwear and black stockings that went up to her knees. She agreed with Pilar and Maria that Isabel looked really good for a woman her age. She hated to admit it, but she could see where La Diabla got her looks from. She even noticed the high arches on the feet, and they reminded her of La Diabla’s bare feet. The chest was larger than the outlaw’s, but they were both so similar. It also dawned on her that she was going to see both of them naked. She chuckled at that thought and then focused on the task at hand. It was time to prepare Isabel for her torture. “Ok, tie her down. Now that she is exposed, I want to torture her a little bit. You both will help, but I will finish her. This is going to be so sweet….” she instructed.
Pilar grabbed some rope she had with her for this mission. She tied the wrists together, then elevated the arms over Isabel’s head, and then tied the rope to the legs of the table. She tossed some rope to Maria, who proceeded to tie each ankle to the legs of the table and now the woman was spreadeagled. She was excited that she was going to participate in the torture, and it seemed really exciting. It was who the victim was that made this moment even more special. To torment the woman that gave birth to the woman who got her in trouble with Priscilla was going to be sweet. “Ok, she is ready!” she told Priscilla.
Priscilla felt her heart beating faster with excitement. Her plan for the ultimate revenge against La Diabla was about to begin. She could not wait until her next meeting with the outlaw. She realized that this plan was perhaps the greatest way to finally defeat her rival and destroy her once and for all. But first, it was going to be a lot of fun to break her mother. She walked up to the table and looked at Isabel’s sleeping face. She did look beautiful and so peaceful in her sleep. Now, it was time to wake her up and make her suffer. She started to slap the cheeks a little and she heard her starting to stir. “Come on, wake up! Wake up bitch….” she said with a sinister grin.
Isabel started to stir when she felt something hitting her cheeks. Her eyes started to open slowly, and her mind started to awaken. She felt groggy and tried to move her body. When she noticed she couldn’t move her arms or her legs, that startled her awake! She tried to get her mind right because she remembered going into an alley to help someone but then saw blackness. Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped in shock! She saw a woman staring at her and she had no idea who that was. The woman had long blond hair tied back into a ponytail and she had a sinister grin on her face. The face was pretty, but she had no idea who she was. “W-Where am I? W-Who are you?” she asked in a daze.
“Good! You are awake now! Hehehehe Hello there! Good to see you conscious again.” Priscilla teased, then placed her face closer to Isabel’s. It was going to be a lot of fun to intimidate her and to wreck her mind. She wondered if she was strong willed just like her evil daughter.
Isabel heard the voice, and she was confused. She tried to move her arms and legs again and realized she was tied up. That got her really scared because it appeared she was tied up! She looked around and then saw two other faces. She saw the woman who came up to her and asked for her help, then she saw the other face that looked like the woman who was lying in the alley. It dawned on her that she was set up! She started to react and panic. “HEY! LET ME GO!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?”” she yelled in fright.
“Calm down, calm down. You don’t want to hurt yourself trying to get free. Hehehe Welcome to my little room. We are going to have some fun together!” Priscilla taunted. She saw the fear in Isabel’s eyes, and she just kept getting more and more excited. She still could not believe she had the mother of La Diabla in her clutches and she was going to truly enjoy this moment.
“Fun? What the hell? Are you robbing me? Are…..a-a-are you going to hurt me?” Isabel asked in a panic. She knew she was a prisoner now and these three women might do her harm. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her and she prayed they would not hurt her. “I-I don’t have much money on me. But you can take whatever you want!” she told them.
“hehehe oh, I will take whatever I want, but not what you might think it is. Tell me darling, what is your name?” Priscilla asked, then glanced over the outstretched body. She wondered if she was going to be just as sensitive as her daughter.
“My name? It’s Isabel. Please, don’t hurt me! W-Why did you take me?” Isabel asked. She noticed all three women had these sadistic looking smiles on their faces. When she looked towards her feet, she realized she was no longer wearing her dress or her boots. She was in her undergarments and now the panic really increased. “Why did you take my clothes off?! Please, don’t hurt me.” she said with the fear really starting to take over.
“Isabel. Isabel. I like that name. Very nice. I do have to admit Isabel, for a woman your age, you look really nice. Even your body looks good for being older. I think we are going to have some fun together. Hehehehe” Priscilla teased, then looked at the stomach area. It was a little flabby but overall looked nice. Her eyes then went back to the face and loved the fear written all over it. She truly felt happy being in this moment.
Isabel was still very confused and still very afraid about her situation. It was surreal to her that she was taken. She worked for El Guapo years ago and remembered when they would kidnap women and do things to them. She hated what they did, but she had to make money somehow to continue to try and survive and help her daughter. She was a little relieved that these were women and not men, but she was still very fearful. They removed her clothes for a reason. “Please don’t hurt me. What is your name?” she asked.
“My name? hehehe A name you will never forget. My name is Priscilla. Priscilla Montenegro. I look forward to getting to know more of you and believe me, you will never forget me.” Priscilla told her with a cold voice. She looked at the exposed armpits and started to get excited. She really hoped this woman had her daughter’s sensitive skin. She really hoped she would make this woman suffer because once she did, she was going to inflict suffering on the daughter.
Isabel heard that name and it sounded very familiar. Then it dawned on her. She did know that name and her fear skyrocketed. She remembered conversations with La Diabla and was told about the Montenegro gang and how they decimated El Guapo’s gang. They could have also killed La Diabla, and she heard about the war between the two women in Santa Selena, California. This was a woman that her daughter truly hated and now she was her prisoner. “No!!! It can’t be!! You’re Priscilla?!!! What do you want from me??” she asked with great fear.
“Oh, you know who I am? That is good! Hehehe I guess my reputation is growing! I love that. I really do. So, what do you know about me? It is ok to compliment me. hehehe” Priscilla teased. She wanted to know if she was known throughout Mexico. She knew her husband Julio wanted notoriety, but she also craved it as well. She didn’t want to be known in the United States because she could be arrested, but Mexico was different. Her husband even made friends with a corrupt Mexican official in the federal government and their power increased. She hoped Isabel would talk about how she was feared, which would boost her own ego.
“I heard about you from…..” Isabel started to say. Then she realized that if she mentioned her daughter’s name, that might anger this woman. She remembered Salem expressing how much they hated each other, and she came close to killing this woman. Her mind realized that if she let Priscilla know she was the mother of her rival, that could mean really terrible things for her. “…..people walking around. The Montenegro gang is becoming well known!” she said, which was true in a sense.
“Oh yeah? Good! I love that. Hehehe I hope they say how beautiful I am, and how powerful I am. Is that being said?” Priscilla asked. She already knew that Isabel must have heard about her from her daughter, but hoped her reputation around others grew.
“Um…they did talk about how powerful you and your husband have become. This is the first time I have seen you, and yeah, I guess they were right. You are beautiful.” Isabel said, hoping to pacify this woman. She remembered the details told to her from Salem about how evil this woman was. She did not want to anger her to protect herself.
“Why thank you!!!! That is very nice of you. I appreciate that. Now, you are probably wondering why I have you. Well, let’s just say I have an issue with you.” Priscilla said with a smirk on her face. It was time to begin the torture and break this woman. This was the beginning of her revenge, and her adrenaline skyrocketed.
Isabel was shocked to hear that Priscilla had a problem with her. She wracked her brain trying to think of a time when she might have crossed paths with this deranged woman, and she could not. She had lived peacefully away from where Priscilla lived and even where El Guapo was. She wanted to just settle into a simple life and stay away from the areas where trouble was found. Now, she was nearly naked on a table and her daughter’s worst enemy was staring at her with an evil smile. “W-What issue do you have? If I have wronged you, then I apologize.” she replied with a nervous voice.
“Hehehe so cute. The issue I have is that you are a mother. You are the mother of the most vile human being I have ever encountered. You are the mother of La Diabla, correct?” Priscilla asked. She saw the look in Isabel’s eyes and knew once she started talking about her daughter, she would torment the woman’s emotions. She needed her to suffer mentally, emotionally, and soon a form of physical torture.
“What? Yes, I am a mother, but I am not the mother of someone evil.” Isabel responded. She did not like how Priscilla described her daughter, and her emotions started to rise. Even though she knew her daughter went by that name, she knew in her heart there was still so much love. “My daughter is one of the most beautiful human beings to walk this earth.” she said with some love in her voice.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA are you serious??? A woman that goes by the name La Diabla is a beautiful human being? Just listen to yourself! That literally makes no sense. Oh Isabel, you truly are a mother. Which means you are probably just as evil as she is.” Priscilla taunted. She liked the reaction that Isabel gave, and she hoped she would react that way. Had Isabel been estranged from her daughter, then she would not have a strong emotional tie to her. Having that love for La Diabla would make her torture so much worse. “Now you see why I have an issue with you. That demon of a daughter made my life miserable a few times, and she needs to pay for that. I guess you will be the price of her sins against me.” she said in an evil tone.
Isabel grew very nervous as she heard the emotion in Priscilla’s voice. She thought about how angry her daughter would get whenever she told her stories about this very woman. She knew they had a deep hatred for one another and now she was caught up in that rivalry. “P-Priscilla, what do you want from me? Why have me tied up and almost naked? I have done nothing to you.” she asked.
“You gave birth to that woman, that is what you did to me. As soon as she came out of that womb of yours, she already made my life hell. It was her destiny. Now, I think YOU should be punished for your sin.” Priscilla threatened, then started to look over the trapped body. She wondered about the sensitivity of this woman and was going to relish every single moment of it. She looked at the outstretched left armpit and figured she could start there.
“W-What are you going to do to me?! I swear! I have done nothing to you! If you do not like my daughter, then go find her and she will take care of business. But me? Let me go! Please let me go!” Isabel started to beg. She did not like the look on Priscilla’s face and grew really nervous. She then saw Priscilla lift a finger and move it closer to her body. Her eyes went wide because she didn’t know what was going to happen next and then she felt it land right in the middle of her armpit. It wasn’t a hard touch, but it sent a lot of nervous feelings in her body.
“Isabel, I am not going to let you go. You see, I have plans for that bitch of a daughter, and YOU are going to help me. I got a feeling she actually likes you even with her black and evil heart. Which means she would be willing to do ANYTHING for you. But first, I want to play with you. I want you to suffer for your sins. The fun part is, what will I do to you? I want to test something first.” Priscilla threatened, then started to softly stroke her finger across the width of that armpit. This was the moment she waited for. She prayed this woman had the same sensitivities as her daughter, so she could truly enjoy the torture she would give her. As her finger moved, she felt Isabel’s body starting to react. She saw the surprised look on her face and her body started to flinch. “What’s the matter? Why are you moving around? I am not doing anything to you yet.” she teased.
Isabel felt that finger moving across her armpit, and it stunned her. She started to feel ticklish sensations in her body and that surprised her. She knew how evil this woman was and expected some pain to start happening to her body, but this light touch was starting to tickle her. She didn’t want to start giggling because it would appear she was laughing at Priscilla and that would make her very angry. That could lead to more painful sensations, so she clamped her lips and tried to focus on anything else. “Please……let me…..go.” she murmured as she tried to keep her lips closed.
“Interesting. I am barely touching you, but your body is starting to move. It is a simple touch, lady. I mean, I am being very nice to you. Are you that……..sensitive?” Priscilla teased as her finger continued to stroke the armpit. She increased the speed a little and now her finger moved a little faster across that skin. She could see Isabel trying to keep her face from smiling, but she saw it happening. That got her really excited because it meant one thing. Isabel was in fact ticklish. That set her own emotions off because it meant she could torture her the same way she tortured her daughter. The only difference was that that special itching cream from the Russians wasn’t going to be used, but she would still make this woman’s life miserable. “You sure have some soft skin for someone that is old enough to be a grandmother. Hehehe” she taunted.
Isabel felt that finger moving faster in her left armpit, and it started to really tickle. It surprised her because she hadn’t really been tickled in many years. There were times when her friends would poke her sides a little, which got her to laugh, but having her most ticklish spots touched was something that didn’t happen for a very long time. That got her worried because she was always very ticklish and now it seemed a lot worse. She saw that sadistic grin on Priscilla’s face and now she wondered if she was trying to tickle her on purpose. “Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh wh-what…….are……you…hehe……doing to me?” she asked, and realized a slight giggle came out.
“Being nice to you, that’s what I am doing. You didn’t answer my question. Are you very sensitive or something?” Priscilla asked. This was the moment right before the storm hit. Once Isabel responded to her, she was going to start to torture her. The thought of making this specific woman suffer really got her excited. She saw Veronica tortured and that excited her. Now, she was going to torture someone of great importance for her plans. She looked at the armpit and saw how her finger moved across the skin. She let it linger in the middle of the pit and felt the body start to writhe a little. “Well, are you?” she asked.
Isabel heard the question and now the ticklish sensation grew even stronger. It did appear this woman was trying to tickle her on purpose. She was stunned that a woman this evil would resort to something that could be very fun and playful. She saw the look on her face and grew worried. Salem did tell her she was tortured by this woman, but she never described how. She feared that she was now going to be tortured but in a much more humiliating way. “Y-Yes…..hehehehe…..I’m….heheh sensitive!!!” she responded.
"Good! Good……I like that. Hmmm….hey ladies, it appears this woman is a bit….ticklish. hehehe” Priscilla said to both Pilar and Maria who were watching with great interest. She had an audience to perform in front of and it was going to be a lot of fun for her. She even thought about using them to help torture Isabel. She wanted to overwhelm Isabel and truly make her suffer.
“Yes!! She DOES look ticklish! Hehehe Look at her squirming!” Pilar said with excitement. She really started to love the idea of tickle torture even more. She truly enjoyed herself when she tormented Veronica. It was as though it unlocked something deep inside her. She had gone through tickle torture herself from Thalia Laskaris, so she knew how devastating it could be. To actually tickle torture another woman was one of the most thrilling things to ever happen for her. She looked at Isabel’s body and hoped that she could touch it as well.
“Oooh! She has the cutest giggle too! It is surprising that this old woman is so ticklish. Hehehe” Maria taunted. She was enamored with the tickle torture process and when she tortured Veronica’s feet, it felt amazing. She had also endured tickle torture from Thalia, and knew how devastating it could be. She looked at the feet twitching and hoped that she could play with them.
Isabel heard the ladies in the room having a good time and knew she was about to be tickled. It seemed so surreal that they would use this as a torture method, but it also gave her great fear. She remembered a few moments in her life when she was tickled really good. It was with her late husband, Bradly Hunt, but also some lady friends years after he passed away. She enjoyed the tickling to a degree, but this was different. These women seemed intent on torturing her and she felt fear growing. The finger started to move at a much faster pace and the sensations increased a lot. She did feel like she was more ticklish than she did years ago. “Hehehehehehe why heheheheh are you tickling me?” she blurted out.
“Because I am going to torture you. Like I said, you are going to pay for your sins. Now that I know you are ticklish, you are really going to suffer. I wonder where your worst spot is. Is it these armpits of yours? Is it that tummy? Your ribs perhaps? Oh, could it be your feet? That is always a good spot to tickle. Or hehehehehe could it be somewhere a lot more private? Like your nipples? Or perhaps…..your pussy?” Priscilla threatened. She wanted to get into Isabel’s mind and make her start to panic. Once she got her mind in a panic, she was going to be a lot more sensitive, and the torture would be more brutal.
Isabel’s eyes nearly came out of her head when she heard Priscilla reciting the most ticklish spots on a body. She knew all of her worst spots and she prayed they would go nowhere near her feet. The other spots were also horrific, but her feet were by far the worst. Then she started to truly panic when she heard her private areas could be tickled. That truly rocked her to her core because this woman was threatening to expose her most personal areas, which would be very humiliating and traumatizing for her. “Hahahahahahahaha don’t tickle me!!!! Don’t touch me!! hahahahaha why do you want to tickle me????? Why hahahahahahah tickling???” she screamed out.
“Why tickling? You should be grateful. I could just use a knife and cut this skin of yours. So be happy. However, with tickling, I can make you suffer. I can make you lose your mind, but there would be no proof that I ever touched you. Hehehe But you will suffer immensely. You will be a shell of a woman by the time I am done with you. Judging by your reactions, you are very ticklish, and you are going to go through HELL!!! The same place your daughter lives…..” Priscilla told her. She then started to use more fingers in the armpit and got a sweet reaction from her victim.
Isabel shrieked when she felt the fingers start to move faster across her armpit. She was still in a complete state of shock that this woman who was known for being evil and sadistic was trying to tickle her. She hated that she started to laugh and became embarrassed. The ticklish sensations started to tear through her and she closed her eyes for a moment. She tried to fight the sensations but then she felt nails scarping along the skin. That felt really intense in her body, and she couldn’t help but laugh harder. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEY!!!! HAHAHAHA WHY ARE YOU DOING HAHAHAHAH THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEE????” she laughed.
“Because…..like I told you, I want you to suffer. You gave birth to a woman I hate. It is as simple as that.” Priscilla grinned as she continued to tickle the armpit. She started to use the tips of her nails across the skin and loved the reaction she was getting. It was still very exciting to her to be tickling this woman. The fact that she was so sensitive really got her juices flowing and when she broke her spirit, it would be nearly as satisfactory as when she broke La Diabla. A funny thought entered her mind, and she giggled. She remembered how she finished La Diabla and figured her mother should do the same, which was to suck her toes. That gave her a chill and she kept stroking her fingers.
Maria watched in awe as she witnessed Priscilla tickling Isabel. She saw how the nails were scurrying across the armpits, and she shuddered. Her own armpits were very ticklish and hearing that laughter was something else. She knew that with this victim, her own life would change. This was the beginning of a new life in the sex trafficking business. It was such a major step up from the petty crimes she committed, but it would be far more lucrative. Her eyes glanced towards the writhing feet, and she smiled. She then saw Pilar looking right back at her and she blushed.
Pilar saw her partner looking at Isabel’s feet. She knew Maria had a great time playing with Veronica’s feet and knew she probably wanted to play with those feet right now. She heard that hysterical laughter and wanted to start playing with the woman herself. She was still very impressed by the shape that Isabel’s body was in. The woman was still very beautiful and wondered what she would look like completely naked. She hoped she had a chance to tickle her and show her boss that she could handle torturing others. She thought she proved it by tickling Veronica into submission, but she wanted to get better at the craft. She looked at that laughing face and heard that laughter. “Get her! Get her good!” she called out with excitement.
Priscilla smiled when she heard Pilar’s voice. She looked over at her minion and could tell how excited she was at the moment. Shed really liked the fact that these two ladies were getting into the art of tickle torture. She wished they were as physically dominant as Helga and Svetlana, the Russian bounty hunters, but they would have to do. “Hey Pilar, are you enjoying listening to her scream?” she asked.
“Yes!! She has a beautiful laugh. For an old lady, she sure has a set of lungs on her. Hahaha” Pilar replied then laughed. She rubbed her hands a little and continued to have her excitement growing. She saw how those nails never stopped tickling that armpit and loved it.
“What about you, Maria? Are you enjoying listening to her laugh her head off?” Priscilla asked. She looked over at the smaller of the two women and saw that she had a look of awe on her face.
“Y-Yes. This is amazing. Listen to her scream! You are very good at tickling!” Maria responded. She saw Priscilla smiling at her and it felt nice. The woman usually scowled at everyone, but when she smiled, it meant she was happy and that was always a good thing to see.
“How about you, Isabel? Hehehe Are you enjoying yourself?” Priscilla taunted towards the mother of La Diabla. She saw her head whipping side to side as though she was trying to stop her nails from touching that skin.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! STOP TICKLING ME!!! I HAHAHAHAHAH DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” Isabel screamed as the nails were now moving up and down her armpit. The tickling sensations seemed to be getting worse, and she didn’t know how to handle it. It was also the longest she had ever been tickled. Every time she got into some kind of tickle fight, it wouldn’t last too long. This felt a lot worse because she was tied down and couldn’t get away. She looked at Priscilla’s face and saw that smirk on it. It frightened her because this woman was truly enjoying her misery. The stories Salem told her were true. This woman didn’t have a soul. She looked into those eyes and could see there was no warmth or compassion. That really got her to panic because that meant she would be shown no mercy, and she knew her body would not be able to handle it too long.
“You DID do something! Goodness, you are just like your daughter! HARDHEADED. I told you what you did, and you still deny it. Now I know how La Diabla became such an idiot. She got it from her mother. Hahahaha” Priscilla taunted. She then slowed down her fingers and now lightly stroked her nails up and down the raised triceps muscle. She felt the arm shaking and it delighted her. The woman had very sensitive skin, and she couldn’t wait to explore it all. When the nails came back down the arm, she slowly moved it into that exposed armpit, which got her victim laughing harder again. “Tickles?” she joked.
Isabel screamed once again as she felt the nails sliding into her very delicate armpit. The teasing on her triceps sent shivers throughout her entire body but now that it was back in her armpit, the intensity shot up again. She hated the references to Salem. She hated the fact this woman tried to hurt her daughter. Those thoughts started to make her angry because tormenting her was a bad thing, but constantly insulting her daughter was too much for her. She started to feel her protective instincts surging and couldn’t help but to yell back at this twisted woman. “HAHAHAHAHHA YOU BETTER STOP HAHAHAHAHA TALKING ABOUT SALEM!!!! LEAVE HER HAHAHAHAHAHA AND ME ALONE!!!” she laughed.
Priscilla stopped her armpit tickling to take a moment and laugh hysterically. She heard those words, and it really amused her. It appeared she was hitting that motherly nerve and that got her excited. It meant that Isabel was getting angry and wanted to somehow protect La Diabla. That was this woman’s mental and emotional weakness that she could exploit. “Awwww…you hear that ladies? Isabel here wants me to stop talking about that BITCH of a daughter. It is amazing, right? Her daughter is known as La Diabla, but I guess she can only see the good in her.” she told her minions.
“hehehehe that does sound crazy. Good inside a woman named La Diabla? That literally makes no sense. But I guess it means that SHE is just as evil. She must be a bitch too!” Pilar chimed in. She saw how much fun Priscilla was having and wanted to play along. If Priscilla found a weakness, she wanted to see how much she was going to exploit it.
Isabel felt a sense of relief that the armpit tickling had stopped for a moment. She tried to catch her breath, then she heard them mocking her. That started to really bother her, and her anger started to grow. She was still very frightened, but the way they talked about the woman she loved more than her own life, that got her very angry and protective. “Listen…….you have to stop……talking about my daughter like that. I…..know you two…..do not like each other…..but……I will not let you insult her.” she panted.
“Hehehehe listen to her girls. This old woman is tied to down a table and almost naked. There is no escape. She is weak physically. I am going to torment her entire body, and she is demanding for me to not talk about that demon seed? This is too funny!” Priscilla mocked. She felt excitement in her body because now that Isabel was getting angry, it would make her suffering much more fun. She wanted to break this woman and perhaps even force her to denounce her love for La Diabla. She knew that was nearly impossible, but it would give her a license to torture her without any mercy.
Isabel heard the tone in Priscilla’s voice and knew she was being mocked. She tried to tug at her binds again, but she was trapped. With her legs spreadeagled, she had no leverage to get them free. She looked at those three faces and saw just how amused they were at her expense. When she heard Salem being insulted again, it got her angrier. She realized that she was going to suffer a lot, but she was not going to let them insult Salem and she did nothing. “Listen to me…. let me go and I will not speak any of this to……Salem. You….you know that if she finds out you….tortured me, she will…..try to kill you.” she warned.
“Here is the funny thing, Isabel. Your child WILL find out what happened to you. I am counting on it. I have plans for her. I can see you love her very much, I have no idea why, but you do. I am hoping she loves you just as much. I need that to be a reality so I can destroy her once and for all. This is just the beginning of your torture.” Prisicilla threatened. She was happy she could exploit the love Isabel had for La Diabla and torment this woman. She then looked over at her minions and smiled. It was time to get them involved and overwhelm this victim. “Pilar, could you please show me how to tickle the right armpit? I think I did an ok job with her left one, but I want you to show me how to REALLY torture her. Hehehee This is your test!” she told her.
Pilar grew really excited when she heard that her chance to tickle Isabel had arrived. She saw that sadistic grin on Prisicilla’s face, and she knew she had to perform. She tormented Veronica in front of her, but now this victim was of much greater importance. She walked over towards the location of the right armpit, and she looked at it. She could see a few hairs, but the skin looked nice. She saw Isabel staring at her and saw that fear in her eyes. She couldn’t help but flash a toothy grin and it was her turn to torment her. “Hi Isabel! I am your new torturer! I hope you enjoy what I do to you.” she playfully taunted.
Isabel saw Pilar approaching her right armpit and she started to struggle in her bondage. She felt her emotions swirling because Priscilla was going to use the love for Salem against her. She absolutely hated the fact that she was going to be used as bait for Priscilla to do something terrible to her. That really got her angry, but also very fearful. They were going to torture her, and she had no chance at escape. She saw the plump fingers heading towards her armpit and she grew extremely nervous. “LISTEN TO ME!!! YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH ME!!!!” she screamed.
“Hahahaha awwwww…..listen to her, ladies. Isabel thinks she has some kind of control. Like she is our mother or something. Hehehee silly old lady.” Priscilla giggled as she heard the desperate cries of Isabel. She knew this woman was going to suffer immensely and she wanted to break her soul. She then leaned close to her left ear and smiled. “Listen to me, you bitch. Listen good! I am going to torture you. I am going to make you lose your mind. If you keep talking to me like that, I promise by the time I am done with you, you are going to be sucking my toes. Now laugh!” she whispered, then started to run her nails in the left armpit again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Isabel screamed as she felt those nails once again dancing in her left armpit. She heard that threat Priscilla gave her in her ear, and it sent chills through her body. This woman intended on making her suffer and she truthfully didn’t think she would be able to handle it. Then she felt fingers in her right armpit and her head snapped towards that direction and saw those plump fingers now poking and stroking her right armpits. The tickling sensation was immediately overwhelming, and she tried to twist and turn her body, only to realize she couldn’t. Her eyes looked over at Pilar’s face and saw how happy she looked. That is what made this situation much worse. They were truly enjoying what they were doing to her.
Pilar loved the touch of that right armpit. There were fine hairs there, but the skin was very soft and seemed very delicate. She loved the sound of the laughter. It was strong, but it sounded very sweet. She wondered how this woman could have a daughter that was so evil when she appeared to be a nice person. That’s what made this moment even better. This woman seemed very humane which would make her suffering worse. She looked over at Priscilla’s nails scurrying away on the left armpit, driving poor Isabel crazy. She didn’t have long nails, hers were trimmed, but she used the strength in her fingers to press into the flesh and it seemed to make the tickling worse for the woman. She saw that look on the face and loved it. There was something about ticklish terror on the face of a ticklish person that was exciting. Much like Veronica, Isabel was already laughing uncontrollably, and she loved it.
Priscilla continued to scurry her nails across the delicate flesh and hearing Isabel laugh very hard was soothing to her. She thought about when she helped tickle La Diabla in that cavern in Santa Selena. That was a day she would never forget. She had the outlaw tied up with chains hanging from the ceiling. She remembered how Helga tickled her and drove her crazy. She thought about her own fingers tickling her greatest rival and how much she loved tickling her feet. When the special cream was applied to the nipples, armpits and feet of La Diabla, those horrific screams echoed throughout the entire cavern, and it broke the woman. She had defeated La Diabla and made her submissive. She forced her to suck her toes in submission and that was one of the greatest moments of her life. She loved how fearful La Diabla was to her. She remembered how she broke her emotionally and mentally. Priscilla shuddered thinking about that moment and now she had the opportunity to do the same to the woman who gave birth to the woman she truly hated. She moved her fingers in a fast circle, which seemed to drag out even more intense laughter and she shivered in joy. “Awww….someone is VERY ticklish, isn’t she? Hehehehe Laugh. Just laugh, you old bitch. Hehehehe You sound just like that demon child of yours. LAUGH!!!” she yelled out.
Isabel laughed harder when she felt those nails moving in that fast circle on her armpit. She could also feel the fingers on her right armpit pressing into the flesh, sending very powerful sensations throughout her entire body. It was still surreal to her. She was actually being tickled tortured. They were tickling her to make her suffer. She felt deep down that this was better than pain, but it was still pure torture and also very embarrassing. She still felt that anger towards Priscilla for the continued insults of her precious Salem, but the tickling was definitely driving her crazy. She then felt the fingers on her right armpit pressing further into her skin and it sent a huge shockwave through her body. She looked over at Pilar and she couldn’t help but beg her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T DO THAT!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!!” she screamed.
Pilar grinned when she looked at the face of Isabel. It had that look of pure ticklish fear on it. She stared into those eyes and saw that fear. She wanted to impress Priscilla, so she continued to go after that armpit. She wanted to continue to prove to the wife of a crime lord that she could do this job and do it well. She looked forward to participating in the sex trafficking ring because it meant a lot more money for her and Maria, but also, she would get to play with so many more women. She looked back at the armpit and concentrated on the center of the pit. She pressed her fingers deeper into the pit, then started to rotate them in a massaging type fashion, but with the intent of pure torture. “Hehehehehe you are so ticklish! How does it feel to know you are going to be tickled and no one can save you? We are just going to tickle you all over and there is nothing you can do about it. The best part? This is only the beginning!” she taunted.
Priscilla couldn’t help but smile when she heard Pilar taunting Isabel. She liked the determination in her voice and could see really good things from her. Pilar seemed more of the criminal type to inflict terror on the victims whereas Maria seemed more reluctant. She noticed she would participate, but she wasn’t ruthless. She figured it was time to get her up to speed because tormenting the sex slaves was critical. She looked over at Maria, who seemed to be in total awe of the situation. “Maria, can you come over to me please?” she asked.
Maria had been listening to those horrific ticklish screams and felt chills in her body. The way Isabel was laughing from having her armpits tickled really got into her. She loved the sound of the laughter and knew that poor woman was going through a lot. Her concentration was broken when she heard Priscilla calling her over. She could see the dominance on the woman’s face and wondered if she was about to help participate in tickling the woman. She enjoyed tickling Veronica and thinking about those helpless feet excited her. Her eyes looked at Isabel’s wriggling feet, then she headed over to Priscilla. “Yes?” she asked.
“I hope you have been enjoying listening to Isabel here laughing her head off.” Priscilla told her, then folded her arms. She wanted to make Maria ruthless and improve her style of tickling a victim.
“Yes!! I have been. Listen to her. It is crazy to know that the mother of La Diabla is SO ticklish. Hehehehe it is cute too.” Maria responded. She looked over at the tickle anguish on Isabel’s face and it made her smile.
“Good! Now, I know you helped break Veronica down and turn her mind into corn meal, but now I want you to show me what you can do to this woman. I want to see you tickle her. I want to see how you make her suffer.” Priscilla instructed, then pointed towards the armpit area.
Maria felt a thrill in her body when she heard Priscilla’s instruction. It was her turn to participate, and she got a little nervous. She really wanted to tickle the feet, but she had to go to the armpit first. She also realized that Priscilla would be watching her, and it felt like some kind of test she had to pass. Her eyes looked over at Pilar and could see how focused she was on tickling that right armpit. She felt a little nervous, but she also wanted to show her boss that she could be effective as well. “Ok, let me show you what I can do.” she told her.
Isabel felt the nails on her left armpit stop tickling her and there was some relief but not much. Pilar did not stop tickling her and her laughter continued. She then felt a very light touch on her left triceps, and she snapped her head over and now she saw Maria’s face. The same face that lured her into that alley and eventually got her into this position she was in. Had she not followed the pretty young lady, she would be with her friends, enjoying her day. That made her very concerned because not only was she trapped, but her friends had no idea where she was. They would be frightened and perhaps panic. She always cared about others and now she was worried about her friends, even though she was going through torture. That light touch on her muscles drove her crazy, but it was not as bad as the tickling Pilar was doing. Then she felt those fingers lightly dragging into her armpit and she reacted. She desperately wanted to pull her arms down, but they were helplessly tied above her head, and she couldn’t get free. She saw the look of glee on Maria’s face, and she hoped this woman would at least not be as brutal. “HAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!” she yelled out.
“hehehe But I want to touch you, and I will help you out. You have too much stress in your life, and now I am going to help you relieve it. Tickle tickle tickle…” Maria said then started to lightly flutter her fingertips across the skin. She marveled at how soft the flesh was and started to really enjoy it. She was in awe that this older woman was still in really good shape, and she prayed she would be as fit and beautiful when she got to Isabel’s age. That made her wonder how old she was, so she figured she could play with her mind to torment her even more. “Hehehehehe you know, I hope I look as good as you when I get older. How old are you?” she asked.
Isabel heard that question and was in disbelief. The woman’s friend was tickling her right armpit, and her boss was standing there looking at her suffering with great joy and now this pretty one was trying to engage in conversation. Her mind was spinning, and she could not believe this was truly happening to her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP!!!! HAHAHAHA MAKE HER STOP TICKLING ME!!!!” she screamed.
“Hey, you didn’t answer my question. How old are you? Maybe if you tell me, I can make her stop. For a moment.” Maria teased. She looked over at Pilar and winked. She wanted to let her partner know that she wanted to play a game with Isabel.
Pilar saw Maria winking at her and knew she wanted to play a game with Isabel’s mind. She wanted to play along and in order to do so, she had to make Isabel beg her to stop. She pressed a little harder into the flesh to send a large shockwave of ticklish feelings throughout the victim’s body. “Laugh!!! Hahahaha laugh!!!!” she yelled.
Isabel felt those fingers tormenting her armpit and she let out another hysterical ticklish shriek. She didn’t think it was possible to be tickled this long and don’t lose sensations, but she was being shown it was possible and in fact, could get worse. She heard what Maria told her, and she desperately needed a break from this tickle attack. “OK OK OK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I WILL TELL YOU!!! I WILL TELL YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
“Haha!! Awwwww poor thing!!!! She’s really ticklish!” Pilar teased as she heard Isabel begging to tell them her age. The fact she surrendered so easily got her excited because she knew she could be broken easily. She wanted to keep torturing this woman and looked forward to the next part. She stopped ticking the right armpit and awaited the response.
“Ok Isabel, how old are you? How ancient is this body of yours?” Maria teased. She was starting to have some fun and was surprised Isabel capitulated so easily. She knew a woman telling her age was always a hard thing to do, especially when they were older.
Isabel felt a sense of relief as the tickling had finally stopped. Her armpits were no longer being tormented, and she got to catch her breath. She looked at Maria’s smiling face, then that smirk on Pilar’s. She could also see Priscilla’s face looking back at her in the background. She felt a little shy because they asked for her age and knew they were trying to embarrass her. She didn’t want to get tickled, so she knew she had to pick and choose her battles to resist them. “I’m…..I’m 51 years old.” she murmured.
“WHAT???!!! You are 51 years old????!!!” Maria exclaimed as she heard the age. She thought that age was really old, but when she saw how Isabel looked, she was amazed how good she looked for someone that old. There were definite signs of aging, such as some flabby skin in some places, along with some wrinkles and some gray hair, but overall, she looked really good. “You look good for a grandma!” she joked.
Isabel blushed when she heard that joke and response. She took pride in the fact that she was in her 50s but took good care of her body and stayed in decent shape. Her friends were quite envious, and she liked feeling good. Now they were using her age against her and prepared herself for their old jokes. She did not like being called grandma based on her age. It was something she wished she was because it meant that Salem was a mother herself and that would mean the world to her. “I am not a grandma…..” she murmured.
“So, La Diabla is your only child?” Priscilla asked, listening to the conversation. She was fascinated by the situation, and it was interesting to learn about some of the family matters of her greatest rival.
“Y-Yes….Salem is my only child.” Isabel responded. She looked around the room and tried to find anything that could help her get out of this mess. Unfortunately, she knew she was tied down and so escape was going to be very difficult.
“That is even better than I thought….” Priscilla responded. La Diabla being an only child meant that she could wipe away the family line for any potential revenge. There would be no siblings to interfere, and she could focus her plan against La Diabla through her mother. “….no other demons to worry about. Hahaha” she joked.
“Come on…..this has gone far enough. Let me go.” Isabel begged. She was already feeling tired and knew she couldn’t take this kind of torture for too long.
“Not yet. My ladies have just begun! What’s the matter, old lady? Already breaking down? How about this? If you tell me to have my way with your daughter, then I will let you go. She can switch places with you, and you will no longer suffer.” Priscilla responded. She knew what the answer would be, and she looked at both Pilar and Maria to let them know they could continue.
Isabel gasped when she heard that offer. In order for her own suffering to stop, she would have to agree to have her only child take her place and suffer. That quickly angered her because she would never ever give up the child she loved dearly, no matter what happened to her. “HELL NO!!!! Are you crazy? I will never give you, my Salem!! Go to hell bitch!” she hissed.
“Hahahaha awwww…… listen to how mad she gets when I talk about that bitch daughter of hers. I guess I hit a nerve. Ok ladies, make…….her…….suffer.” Priscilla said with a sadistic grin. She did like the fire that Isabel had, which would make it even sweeter when she broke her will.
Maria heard that instruction and felt nervous. She knew she had to perform and torture poor Isabel. She looked at the ribcage area and figured she would tickle her there. It would be a new spot and surely Isabel would not be ready for it. She started to lightly poke those ribs and felt the body flinching. She heard the venom in Isabel’s voice after defending her daughter, and now she heard the grunt. She poked the ribs again and now the shouting stopped and heard more grunts. She looked over at Pilar who had a knowing smile, and she could proceed with the torture. She started to move her fingers over that lift ribcage, and it didn’t take long for some giggles to start to come out. “What’s that? How come you are not yelling anymore? Tell us how you will never give up your Salem! Come on! Yell!” she taunted.
Isabel was very upset and sad that her daughter was constantly mentioned. She hated Priscilla for kidnapping her in order to punish Salem. She wanted to curse her, but then she felt the pokes in her ribs. That caught her off guard and she stopped yelling. The pokes continued and now the tickling sensations started to get stronger. She tried not to laugh, but when the fingers started to roam all over her ribs, she couldn’t help but to laugh. “Hehehehehe hey!!! Quit it!!! Don’t hehehee do that!” she giggled.
“Don’t do what? Come on, tell me what you were telling Priscilla. We are going to make Salem suffer a lot. Hehehe” Maria taunted as she continued to tickle over the ribs. The giggles were turning into more steady laughter, and she saw that huge smile on the victim’s face. She could tell the tickling was getting worse since Isabel closed her eyes and her laughter got stronger. She could feel a surge of power within her own body because she was tormenting this woman, and it was a lot of fun.
“That’s right, Isabel. Tell us how you will never give up precious Salem. I want you to imagine her on this table tied down nice and tight. Picture us tickling her and torturing her all over her body as you watch. Imagine how much she will suffer in front of you. It will be so much fun, won’t it? To hear her screaming for mercy?” Pilar teased. She wanted to add to the mind games and push this woman into fear.
Isabel heard those taunts as her ribs were being tickled. She imagined if Salem was tied down and they were torturing her in front of her. She knew Salem was ticklish since she was a little girl, but to use it to torture her got her really upset. She felt the fingers pressing into her ribs, and even though it tickled, she felt the need to defend her child. “HAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP THIS!!!! LEAVE MY DAUGHTER HAHAHAHAHAHA OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS!!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehehe she is so cute. I love how ticklish she is. She is so mad but can’t help but laugh. Let’s see how long she can last.” Maria teased as her fingers kept finding those sensitive areas on the rib cage. Her eyes looked at the exposed skin and saw how the bones did appear right under the skin. It was still amazing to her that someone of this age still had a very fit body overall. She then started to tickle in the spaces between the ribs and heard a very delightful shriek. “Oooh!!! Did I hit a hot spot?” she teased.
Isabel felt the fingers now ticking between her ribs and it drove her crazy. The experience was something very surreal because these women seemed to know how to elicit the worst tickling feelings a person could have. She wondered if they always did this to other people. With each touch on her ribs, it sent her into hysterics. She started to shake her head back and forth and felt her body temperature starting to increase. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought about how this was getting to be a lot for her. She didn’t have stamina like she used to and prayed this would end soon. Then she felt some light feathery touches on the surface of her ribs and even though it was better than pressing into her flesh, it still tickled her a lot. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THIS! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA GRRRRRR YOU BITCHES!!!” she screamed out.
“Oh!!! Did you hear that? She called us bitches! Hehehe You are just like that spawn of Satan you birthed. She was always a foul mouth bitch, and it seems her mother is the same. Make her suffer please. Pilar, can you teach her a lesson?” Priscilla said with a cocky smile. She did like Isabel’s fire, but she wanted her to start suffering more. She wanted to truly torture her when she was broken. She wanted to drive the will out of her and make her regret the day she ever had a child. She walked to the foot of the table and could see in between the spread legs. She wanted to get a really good look at this woman so she could watch her suffer.
“With pleasure….” Pilar said, then nodded her head back to Priscilla. She then placed her fingertips of both hands on the right ribcage and started to gently press them into the flesh. She immediately felt the body jumping and that made her smile. She felt the body starting to really move around and she pressed her fingers a little further into that skin. She knew she had to be careful and not press too hard because even though the woman was in good shape, she was still older, and she didn’t want to break bones. “Come on, old lady. Let’s hear you REALLY laugh!” she taunted.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! STOP!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!!! TOO MUCH!!!!” Isabel screamed when she felt those strong hands pressing into her right ribcage. The left one was still being tickled, but the right one made her explode into hysterics. It was such a surreal feeling to have two different styles of tickling happening at the same time. She couldn’t help but laugh and felt her face must have been really red at this point. She could hear her own voice, and it was a little embarrassing because no one had ever done this to her before. She couldn’t stop laughing and those ticklish feelings continued to tear right through her body. She had no idea how long they were going to do this, which made her panic even more.
“That’s right, you old bitch. You are going to suffer. Like that miserable bitch of a daughter of yours learned, I AM superior in every way and you, yes you, will bow before me. You will submit to me, Isabel. You will owe me your very existence. Now, suffer. Just…….suffer.” Priscilla said as she watched her minions tickle those ribs with reckless abandon. She could see how different the tickling styles were, but both were very effective. Maria showed she knew how to tickle someone and would become a very valuable asset. Then she started to think of the plans she had for La Diabla and couldn’t wait to see the look on the outlaw’s face once she realized her mother was a prisoner. It would be the sweetest moment for her to finally be victorious over the outlaw.
Maria watched Pilar go after the ribs and couldn’t help but smile. Her partner was getting very good at tickling people, and she was proud of her. She wanted to improve her own skills. She wasn’t as strong as Pilar, so she went with the subtle touch which would still send a victim into hysterical laughter. She let her fingers glide over the skin of the ribs, and she could see the body shaking around. She loved the sound of Isabel’s laughter. Even though the woman flashed bouts of anger, hearing her laugh was soothing. She could see that ticklish anguish on her face and knew she had to suffer. Every time she tickled someone, she always thought about the time she was tied up and tickled by that ruthless Greek bounty hunter, Thalia. It was a moment she would never forget, and she hoped this moment right now would be something Isabel never forgot. Maria looked at the lower ribs and figured she could play with that spot. She then started to poke, stroke and squeeze that spot and heard a very cute squeal. That made her laugh, and she looked at Pilar. “She is so ticklish! Hehehehe I love it when she gets mad but then starts laughing like a little girl again.” she grinned.
“I know! Listen to her. Hehehehe I can’t wait to find all of her spots.” Pilar responded. She moved her fingers towards the top of the ribs, right below the bra. She felt the body convulsing underneath her touch and that girlish laughter that now started to come out was a lot of fun for her. Her eyes then looked at the shaking breasts under the bra. Isabel’s body was in really good shape and she wondered what those breasts would look like. She knew exposing them would completely embarrass this woman and she licked her lips thinking about it. She wondered how Isabel would react when they tickled her sexually. She felt that once that happened, there would be no recovery for someone like her. She looked towards Priscilla and smiled. “Hey, her body looks really nice for a grandmother. Can we see her tits now?” she asked.
Priscilla had a shark-like grin on her face when she heard that question. Her two minions were tormenting those ribs and now the suggestion of exposing Isabel’s chest was exciting. She did want to strip this woman of all her clothes and to tear her dignity away from her. She thought about how sex slaves were tormented back in Santa Selena by Helga. She loved how she broke them with tickling, then dominated them sexually. It was how La Diabla was broken, and she wanted the same fate for her mother. They were similar in body build, and even their foot design was the same. The chest was bigger on Isabel’s, but other than that, they were definitely the same type of body. She knew once they went to the sexual torment, Isabel would be broken forever. She looked back at Pilar and her smile never left her face. “Hehehehe patience. We will see her tits soon enough. Right now, she still has fight left in her. I want you two to break her, then we will make her my bitch.” she told her.
Isabel felt those fingers attacking the top part of her right ribcage and sometimes felt her right breasts getting bumped into. Then on her left ribs, she felt the bottom part of it being played with and it drove her wild. The two women tickling her had different styles, but one thing remained the same. Both sides of her ribs were in sheer tickle hell. She never laughed this long before and felt her lungs starting to burn. Her body kept convulsing, and she couldn’t put a stop to it. Then she heard something that struck fear deep into her soul. She heard Pilar talking about her breasts and hearing Priscilla saying that she would eventually be exposed, really frightened her. She already felt really embarrassed that these women had her in her undergarments. Her dress and boots were off to the side somewhere, and she hated that they could see her body. They complimented her body in a sense, but the thought of potentially being naked horrified her. She was a modest woman, even with some dalliances in her life. Being naked would be horrific and completely humiliating. It frightened her that they would even consider doing that to her. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA LET ME GO!!!!” she screamed.
“She sounds so concerned. Awwww……she wants to be set free. Should we?” Maria teased. She could hear the reaction in Isabel’s voice and noticed she started to scream that after hearing that her chest might be exposed. She had a feeling once they exposed her naked body, she would be emotionally and mentally destroyed.
“Hehehehe I think the answer is…….NO!!!!” Pilar said with a laugh. Then she started to run her fingers up and down that ribcage some more which elicited another loud shriek, and she loved it. Her eyes looked at the shaking chest and even though Priscilla said they wouldn’t see those breasts yet, it would come. She got excited over that and seeing Isabel broken would be such a wonderful moment.
Priscilla continued to watch her two minions tickling Isabel. She loved the contrasting styles and judging by Isabel’s laughter, they were destroying her. She started to get excited because her plan was working so far. She felt her adrenaline surging and wanted to touch that body herself. She felt the urge to inflict some tickling torment on that woman. She then walked over towards where Maria was standing and looked at the exposed thighs. The stockings only went to the knees, so the thighs were completely exposed. She could also see the stomach area and it looked so helpless. She moved her left hand towards the inside of the left thigh and casually stroked her fingertips across that soft, yet somewhat loose skin. She felt the leg jumping and another evil smile formed on her face. This woman was definitely ticklish everywhere. “Ooh!!! Did that tickle?” she taunted.
Isabel felt those fingers stroking her inner thighs and an incredible ticklish shockwave rocked her. Her ribs were still being tickled, but now that her leg was touched, that sent her into a frenzy. She never knew she could be that ticklish on that spot, or at least she forgot she was. She lifted her head and saw Priscilla’s hand on her thigh, and it drove her wild. She tried to shake her leg as much as she could but could not avoid those fingers. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” she screamed out.
Pilar looked over at Priscilla’s hand and saw how she was softly tickling the inner thigh. It looked exciting and she loved that it was a ticklish area. She saw the leg quivering and heard that very strong laughter. It made her happy to see Isabel in such agony. She moved her fingers towards the belly and lightly stroked that skin. It was soft skin, and a little loose, but otherwise, the stomach area was flat enough. She looked at Isabel’s eyes and could tell she felt that touch on her stomach. “Hehehehe is your tummy ticklish too?” she teased.
Isabel shook her head when she felt the fingers now stroking her stomach. She definitely knew how ticklish she was on her stomach. Her deceased husband loved playing with her belly, tickling her and they had such a great time. Her friends would tickle her a few times on her stomach, but this moment was completely different. She was trapped by three women who wanted to torture her. The ticklish sensations seemed even stronger and now those fingers were driving her crazy. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP DOING THIS TO ME!!!” she yelled.
Maria giggled when she heard that reaction. She also saw Priscilla’s hand tickling that left inner thigh and now Pilar was softly tickling the stomach area. It appeared they were going to gang tickle Isabel for a while and she moved her fingers right by her neck. It was her time to tease her, and she started to stroke right around the neck and collarbone area. She saw and felt Isabel’s head snap to the left side, to try and block her fingers. That made her laugh, so she moved her fingers to the newly exposed right side, and now the head snapped that way. It was a fun game, and she kept tickling that neck and then towards the sternum everywhere. “Where are you going? Huh? Hehehehe Where do you think you’re going? I know! NOWHERE! Tickle tickle tickle!” she taunted.
Isabel felt those light touches on her inner thigh, stomach and now neck and chest area and she really started to go crazy. It was not as bad as much stronger tickling techniques, but it was driving her crazy. She wished she could move her body freely to stop these women from touching her and that is what made this moment so much worse. She was helpless and they could touch her anywhere they wanted, and she could not stop them. The thigh tickling was really driving her crazy, but the stomach also made her curl her toes. The neck tickling drove her into a fit of giggles, but it was also very annoying. It was as though they were teasing her. Letting her know they were in control, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She could see their faces and they looked too happy for this moment. She started to get frustrated and had to lash out somehow. “STOP TOUCHING ME HEHEHEHEHEHE YOU *****S!!!!” she yelled.
Priscilla couldn’t help but feel a powerful surge of happiness. The way Isabel was reacting was music to her ears. The torture was really getting to her and now that she was insulted, she could really torment the woman. However, she wanted to send her a message first. She stopped tickling that inner thigh and told Pilar and Maria to cease their tickle attack. She wanted to make sure Isabel felt this next moment and put fear into her. She could hear her breathing heavily and waited for a moment so she could be somewhat clear minded. She then made eye contact with the tiring woman, and she placed her left hand directly onto the pussy that was still hiding under the underwear. She did a pat on the area, then a gentle squeeze. The look on Isabel’s face was priceless and that was what she wanted to see. “You called me a *****? Hehehehe I don’t think so, you bitch. When I am done with you, you will see why you will be a ***** yourself. Now, I hope you realize that YOU and especially this pussy of yours will………be……..mine!” she threatened, then gave a very gentle squeeze on the hidden mound.
Isable’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she felt that gentle squeeze on her most private area. This evil woman was now touching her in a place that not too many people have touched. She had a few affairs in her life, as well as being married to an amazing man, but never in her life did something like this happen to her. She felt incredible shame, fear and some anger. This woman was trying to dominate her and it set off her emotions. “W-What are you doing? Don’t touch me there. DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME THERE!!!” she yelled.
“You don’t understand. I OWN this pussy of yours. You don’t have a choice, you old bitch. If I want to touch this pussy, I WILL!! If I want to squeeze it, I WILL!!! If I want to tease it and tickle it, I WILL!!!! If I want to look at it, I WILL!!! If I want to make you cum your brains out, I WILL!!!! Don’t you forget that!” Priscilla yelled back, then started to massage the mound. She loved the effect she was having on Isabel and her desire to humiliate the woman grew more. Isable was still fighting her. Even though she did sound tired from the laughter, she still had some fight left in her. It was time to really get her towards the breaking point and a little humiliation would start to do that. She looked over at Pilar and Maria and smiled. “You know what? Take her bra off and let me see her tits. This bitch thinks she can tell me what to do and call me a *****? Well, we will see who the ***** is. EXPOSE HER TITS!!!” she commanded.
Pilar couldn’t help but smile when she heard that command. She loved the way Priscilla was taking control of this moment. She heard Isabel yelling to not get touched in her very personal areas, and now Priscilla wanted to teach her a lesson and put her in her place. She looked over at the chest and was delighted to see that the bra could open in the front. Since Isabel’s arms were above her head and tied down, it would be difficult to remove the garment unless she cut it off. But since it opened in front, she could open it up and expose those breasts without having to do too much effort. She moved her hands towards that clasp, and she saw the look of panic in Isabel’s eyes. There was something about that look that drove her wild. She felt a surge of power, and this was the moment to humiliate this lady. “Ooooh!!! We get to see your tits!” she said with joy.
Isabel’s jaw dropped when she heard Priscilla talking about exposing her breasts. She was absolutely stunned that this was about to happen, and she didn’t know how to react. It was unbelievable that these women were about to see something of hers that was private. She heard the threats of this happening, but since it was going to happen right now, it completely stunned her. She looked over at Pilar’s face and saw how happy she looked. She watched in shock as she saw those large hands moving towards her chest. She was frightened and stiff. She couldn’t move, and she couldn’t even breathe. She looked in horror when she saw the clasp come undone and her bra felt loose. Isabel shook her head in disbelief when she saw Pilar slowly peeling the cups off the bra and she saw her right breast get exposed, then her left. Her eyes were wide with fright, and she still could not breathe. This was absolutely mortifying, and she was in pure shock.
“Well, look what we have here. Hehehehe look at these tits! They look pretty nice. They look a little saggy, but that is because you are OLD, but they still got a nice shape to them. I am impressed! You took care of yourself!” Pilar taunted as she looked at the naked breasts. She could see they were a good size, and even though there was some sagging and some wrinkles, the breasts had a nice shape and looked really good. The brown nipples were small, and they looked perky. She wondered what would happen when they finally played with Isabel sexually. There was a certain thrill about playing with a woman this age, and to dominate her would be amazing.
Priscilla couldn’t help but smile when she looked at the naked breasts. She was impressed with them as they still had a nice shape to them. She wondered if her own chest would look good when she eventually turned 51. What she enjoyed most was the look on Isabel’s face. The woman looked absolutely mortified and that made her feel very powerful. The fact that Isabel wasn’t saying anything made her know that the woman was humiliated. She then looked at the breasts again and thought back to La Diabla’s naked chest. They were similar, but Isabel’s were larger. She remembered how much fun she had playing with La Diabla’s breasts and now she was going to do the same to her mother. She started to grin, and it was time to continue the humiliation. “What’s the matter, Isabel? For someone who was so demanding towards me, you sure are quiet now. You have some nice titties. You should be proud of them.” she grinned.
“I…….I…….” Isabel stammered. She still could not believe this was happening and she felt her body temperature rising. She felt great shame and it started to affect her emotions. She was being tortured and now she was also being humiliated by her daughter’s greatest enemy. She looked at Priscilla’s face and heard what she told her. She didn’t even know how to respond to her. She was completely stunned.
“Hehehehe Aren’t you going to say thank you? I mean, I could make a lot of old jokes, but you really do have nice titties. They are larger than I thought. They looked a bit soft though. I wonder if they are just as responsive. But I do know I want them to shake around. I want to be amused! Ladies, can you tickle her so I can see her titties shake around?” Priscilla asked. She knew Isabel would experience great mental and emotional suffering after her chest was exposed. It was time to drill it into this woman’s head that there was no help coming and that she would be submissive to her. She started to imagine what would happen once she got the underwear off. That would break Isabel for sure, possibly forever.
Pilar clapped her hands and was quite excited to see those breasts shake around. She glanced over at Maria who also had a look of happiness. It was time to tickle Isabel again and to keep embarrassing her. She remembered how embarrassed Veronica was when they exposed her chest and played with her breasts. She figured Veronica was a ***** anyway, and if she was stunned, then someone like Isabel might lose all of her dignity. She winked at Maria and smiled. “Hey, go after her belly, I will go after her sides.” she told her.
“With pleasure!” Maria said, then moved her fingers to the stomach area. She heard the things both Pilar and Priscilla said to Isabel about her breasts. In a way, she felt a little bad for the woman because she just had to be completely embarrassed. A woman her age was probably never anticipating being forcefully stripped for spectacle and torture. However, she had her job to do, and it was time to have some fun. She started to lightly diddle her fingers across the belly and felt the body convulse a little. She loved that reaction and now her fingers slid from the top of the stomach area, all the way down to the navel. She felt the stomach fluttering and that made her giggle as well. “hehehe she is still ticklish.” she said.
Pilar saw Maria’s fingers playing with the belly area and saw the body starting to move around. She looked at Isabel’s face and even though it was still a look of shock she could see the formation of a smile on her face and could see she was starting to giggle. She knew her moment to strike was near and wanted her victim to already be laughing, then she would hit her tickle strike hard to really send her to hell. “hehehe yep, she really is. Look at her smiling! Awww…she is cute when she is smiling.” she said in baby talk, hoping to get into Isabel’s mind.
Isabel felt the fingers stroking her stomach and she couldn’t help but feel the ticklish sensations growing stronger within her. She was still stunned by having her breasts exposed and these women were looking at them. No person had seen her breasts in years, except for a doctor, but that is also a very rare thing in her life. The gravity of her situation really started to hit home for her. She already knew she was going to be tortured and embarrassed. She knew Priscilla wanted to torment her simply because of who her daughter was. She was tied down and helpless, but the reality of her breasts being exposed hurt her. Her private place between her legs was fondled and now her breasts were exposed. This was the most humiliating moment in her entire life. Now she was being tickled and forced to laugh over her situation. Her body started to flinch and then a dark truth hit her mind. Because she was so ticklish, her chest was going to shake freely and that would give these evil women the show they craved to see. “Hehehehehehe stop touching me! Please!!! Hehehehehe this is not right!” she laughed.
“Oh, it is VERY right. You deserve this. You dared to try and yell at me. Tell me what I can and can’t do. Oh no, you are going to learn the hard way, Isabel. You truly are that bitch’s mother. Hardheaded and defiant. And like her, you will surrender to me. Your nightmare has just begun!” Priscilla told her, then went back to softly tickling that left inner thigh. She loved the power she was feeling and doing this to a mature woman seemed very thrilling. She was taught as a kid to respect elders, but now she was dominating one. It made her feel that she could dominate anyone and make them bend to her will. Tormenting a young and innocent soul like Cheyenne was fun. Tickling a woman around her age such as La Diabla was a great thrill, but tormenting this mature woman seemed extra special. She started to feel the invincibility again and knew her trafficking empire was coming back. She started to hear more defined giggles and soon the laughter started to build. Her eyes looked over at Pilar who hadn’t started ticking yet. She wondered what the pause was, but also excited to see what she would do. Priscilla liked Maria, but Pilar seemed a lot more in tuned with what she wanted, very similar to the Russian bounty hunters, Helga and Svetlana. Helga was the driving force, and she broke over a hundred sex slaves in that cavern. Svetlana was good at torture, but she was more into the kidnapping aspect of it. Pilar was the brute strength one, and she figured it would be her that really could help her end of the partnership between Christos Andino and her. The thrill of power once again consumed her mind, and she kept playing with that soft inner thigh.
Pilar saw Priscilla starting to tickle the inner thigh and heard the cutest giggle coming from Isabel. Her partner Maria was now playing with the navel. She loved how those fingers of Maria played around that sensitive skin, and it had to really be a torturous feeling. Now it was her turn. The naked breasts were shaking, and it was time to really make them shake around. She then placed her hands on the right side of Isabel’s body, close by her hips. She then started to “lobster claw” the side and put some pressure into it. She immediately saw that look of panic on Isabel’s face, and she knew she hit a very sensitive spot. “Ticklish?” she mockingly asked.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU DOING? HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! STOOOOOPPPP!!” Isabel exploded into laughter. That extraordinarily powerful sensation tore right though her body and she never felt anything like that before. She had never been tickled on that spot like that before and it rocked her entire soul. She desperately tried to move her body away from those hands, but that realization that she was tied down really set in. She was truly trapped and now she felt a horrific ticklish feeling and she completely lost control of herself. Her laughter was very powerful, and her mind was racing with ticklish thoughts. She could still feel her navel being played with and her left inner thigh, but this side tickling was something too powerful for her.
Priscilla couldn’t help but chuckle when she witnessed that ticklish reaction. She loved the way Isabel exploded into laughter. She loved the way her hair was now starting to whip around, and her mouth was wide open. She heard the terror in that laugh and knew Pilar had found a very sensitive spot. She loved every moment of this. She even wished La Diabla was her to see her mother get tortured like this. It would probably break her heart and her soul. She watched as the chest was now really shaking around and that made her very happy. It was time to humiliate Isabel further. “hehehe look at her tits shaking! I love it! They are wobbling around. I think she is flirting with us now. Hahahaha” she taunted.
Maria chuckled when she heard Priscilla taunting Isabel. She could see the body thrashing around as much as it could, and those breasts were indeed wobbling around. It excited her to see just how powerful her boss was when it came to torturing another woman like this. Pilar and she had a lot of fun with Veronica, but listening to Priscilla and seeing her have fun was such a great thing to happen. She looked at Pilar’s hands grabbing and “clawing” that side and the reaction was amazing. She wanted to try and torment poor Isabel even more and now she moved her fingers inside the belly button and moved them around in a circle. She hoped that would drive this woman out of her mind. “Hehehehe yeah, her tits are really shaking now! Her cute little bellybutton is so ticklish too!” she teased.
Isabel was still in utter shock as she felt those powerful ticklish sensations tearing through her body. That squeezing on her sides was tearing her apart and the navel tickling really started to bother her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the agonizing ticklish feeling she had at the moment. She could hear their taunts and wanted to respond, but she just kept laughing. She still felt ashamed that her chest was exposed, and they were pointing that fact out to her. She could also feel her inner thigh being tickled and just that soft touch there drove her wild. She was overwhelmed and prayed that they would at least show her some mercy. She knew she had a strong will but under this kind of duress, she didn’t know how long it would be until she ultimately surrendered. “HAHAHAHAHAHA PELASE STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAH STOP!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! HAHAHAHAHA DIOS MIO!!!! POR FAVOR PARA!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” she screamed.
Priscilla loved the way Isabel was screaming at this point. Three places on her body were being tickled and she knew this woman would not be able to stand all of it. She liked torturing this woman. There was something about her hysterical laughter that soothed her. Her eyes then looked at the exposed right thigh and she started to tickle that spot with her fingers. Now, she had both thighs being tickled and knew it had to drive her wild. She really did like the way Pilar was tormenting that side and how Maria’s finger inside the navel had to be devastating to this woman. She then looked at the underwear covered mound and got a little excited. She wondered how bad it would be to tickle that area. She wanted to save that spot for last. Because once she made it there, she planned to force this woman to orgasm and take her soul away. “Hehehehe poor Isabel. She is so ticklish! There is NOTHING she can do but laugh. Huh? Come on ticklish old lady, LAUGH!!!” she said with malice in her voice.
Pilar smiled when she heard those teasing taunts from Priscilla. Her boss was truly enjoying herself and that made her happy. Because it appeared that Priscilla was calming down about not gaining that diamond. It appeared that whatever her motivation for kidnapping La Diabla’s mother seemed to focus her on a larger task. Her eyes then went back down to the side she was squeezing and loved how her fingers sank into that flesh. She moved her right hand onto the hipbone and squeezed it. That really seemed to drag a horrific shriek out of Isabel, and she wanted to taunt her as well. “Yes!! Grandma is really ticklish!!! I bet this REALLY tickles, doesn’t it?” she taunted as she kept squeezing.
Maria kept moving her fingers all around the navel and loved hearing both Pilar and Priscilla taunt poor Isabel. She hoped her navel play was just as devastating as the thigh tickling and side squeezing. Those horrific laughs were starting to echo inside the room, and she shivered a little. She knew she had to keep impressing Priscilla as well, so she decided to get into the taunting too. “Hehehehe yep, she sure is ticklish! She thought she was strong. She thought she could be in control, but there she is. Just laughing away. For someone so OLD, she sure sounds like a ticklish little girl!” she taunted.
Isabel heard the taunts, and she hated them. She wanted them all to suffer for torturing her like this. The tickling sensations kept tearing right though her and she wondered how she was going to survive all of this. She was getting really concerned because she wasn’t getting enough oxygen back into her lungs as she kept laughing and screaming. She could feel her lungs burning and she even started to feel a little dizzy because she kept shaking her head violently while fighting the tickling that was happening. Her body was starting to get distressed and now she was scared she could really suffer and have major body damage. She opened her eyes and looked at Maria and Pilar’s smiling faces and then at Priscilla’s cold yet smiling face. She felt that urge to beg. She didn’t want to but at this point, her body was being overrun with ticklish feelings, and she couldn’t stand it. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!!” she screamed.
Priscilla grinned when she heard that begging. She loved how much hell Isabel was going through. She remembered when La Diabla was tortured, how bad that woman suffered. That was with just her and Helga. There were three women tickling this much older woman and knew it wouldn’t take long to break her compared to her daughter. She also knew that she had to give Isabel a breather. The last thing she wanted was for her to pass out. She wanted to break her spirit. She needed to break her mind. She then stopped tickling the thighs and looked at her two minions. “Ok ladies, give her a break. Let her breathe for a moment. Just a moment….” she instructed.
Pilar felt a little disappointed that she had to stop. She really liked the reaction that Isabel had to her hip squeezing and wanted to keep going. She had that urge to utterly destroy her, but she understood why Priscilla wanted to stop. She could see Isabel was suffering physically and just like she did with Veronica, she had to keep the woman conscious so she could keep torturing her. She saw Isabel now breathing heavily and she couldn’t help but smile. She looked over at Priscilla and saw how happy she looked. “Hehehehe she is being destroyed. I love this! What will we do with her next?” she asked.
“We will let her rest for a moment. What happens next is up to her. Hehehe” Priscilla replied with a smile. She looked at Isabel slowly rocking her head side to side as she was trying to catch her breath. She saw the chest heaving up and down as those lungs were filling with air again. She could hear some soft moaning and waited patiently for Isabel to catch her breath somewhat. She then got closer to the head area and looked at the tired face. She could see the sheen of sweat on the face and the mouth was wide open. The eyes were still closed, and she wanted to have some fun. She placed her own face close to Isabel’s so when she opened her eyes, the first thing she would see was her. “Hehehehe having fun yet?” she asked.
Isabel slowly opened her eyes and then gasped! As soon as her eyes opened, she saw Priscilla’s smirking face. It startled her because she did not expect that face to be right there. That got her mind racing, and she had to catch her breath all over again. Priscilla’s face moved away from her, and she kept trying to get air back into her lungs. She felt her body start to ache and realized just how much stress was being placed on her body. It made her wonder how much longer she could last under this kind of duress. “What…..do you…..want from me? Why do you have….to keep…..torturing me?” she panted.
“You know, you are just as stupid as your daughter. I already told you why you are being tortured. Now I definitely know La Diabla is your daughter. You are both as dumb as rocks.” Priscilla taunted with a hint of anger in her voice. She had a very strong desire to make this woman start to fear her, which would place her in total control of her. She then put her face closer to Isabel’s once again and grinned. “Do you remember what I said?” she asked.
Isabel saw that face close to her again and she shivered. After all the tickling that took place, her mind went to a different place. It went into survival mode, so she wasn’t going to remember everything Priscilla said anyway. She didn’t say anything of true importance. She was mainly taunting her and trying to embarrass her. “I don’t and does….it even matter?” she replied, while still sucking in wind.
Priscilla smiled and she nodded her head. It was true. It wasn’t going to matter anyway because she was going to torture her regardless. But she had to keep playing with her mind. “Hehehe Good point but look at it this way. The better you behave, the less torture you will get. Now, I bet you are thinking when this will end. I am sure you want us to stop tormenting this feeble body of yours. I will stop once I know you are mine. Just like when your daughter submitted to me before. You should have seen how obedient she was when I broke her will. Hehehehe” she taunted knowing full well any mention of La Diabla would surely hurt Isabel’s feelings.
Isabel heard the reference to Salem once again and she felt her anger growing again. She truly hated that Salem had to deal with this woman and it appeared that whatever encounters those two women had, it had to be very emotional and very intense. She didn’t know what exactly transpired between them as Salem only gave her a high-level story. She only knew her daughter was captured and tortured but was not told how. When she was told the story, she didn’t care to hear the details anyway because she did not want to know how her baby was hurt. She had a feeling it was the same torture she was experiencing now because Priscilla was very good at it. One thing that she did like was the fact that in the end, Salem got revenge on this woman. When she heard that Priscilla was defeated and how Salem helped some deputy, it made her proud. She considered taunting Priscilla about that, but it would not do her any good because she was captured. Isabel wished that Priscilla could be captured again, and if she was, she wanted to be there to make her life miserable. After this humiliating moment, she wanted to make sure that evil woman rued the day she ever thought about kidnapping her. Now, she had to somehow remain calm even though it truly hurt her heart whenever she heard Priscilla disparaging Salem. “Don’t talk about Salem. Leave her alone. Please….” she said softly.
“I like talking about Salem. In fact, I prefer to call her by her name, La Diabla. Salem sounds too normal and human. We both know that bitch is NOT human. She is evil personified. Why else would she be known as La Diabla. Hehehe So stop pretending she is this sweet young lady. I know parents can see the good in their child, but you need to face reality!” Priscilla told her. She felt a little anger because she did not want to hear how “nice” the outlaw was. She hated her and wanted to see her destroyed.
“She…she will always be….my daughter. She will always be….mi angelita. My little angel.” Isabel said softly. She still wanted to defend Salem, even if it meant her own torture was to resume. She felt nervous again because she knew another tickle attack was going to happen because she was defending her daughter and tried to prepare her body for that moment.
“ANGEL?! ANGEL? Are we talking about the same woman? Listen you idiot, she literally goes by the name LA DIABLA. She is a SHE DEVIL. She gave herself that name! My goodness, I know mothers love their children, but you can’t be that stupid and defend someone that is so hateful and evil.” Priscilla shouted back. She knew Isabel would defend her daughter, but still felt it was an insult to even defend La Diabla. That really drove her anger and now it was time to make Isabel suffer a little more. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She wanted to show she was in control and not a stark raving lunatic. She started to giggle a little because a new spot to torment would be fun to discover. She looked at Isabel’s face and smiled. “You know what? I am being slightly thoughtless. I am allowing you to breathe right now after listening to those horrific screams of laughter. I am sure your FIFTY-ONE-YEAR-OLD BODY wants to be soothed. I agree. In fact, I think I will have a spot that us women love to have massaged and cared for. I think we should comfort your feet. Would you like that?” she asked.
Isabel continued to try and get breath back into her body and hoped her body temperature would decrease. She also wanted to remain calm after hearing the latest insult against Salem. She definitely knew about the nickname her daughter had, but she never liked it. She knew who Salem was down deep and kept praying one day she would stop going by that name. Then her eyes went wide when she heard Priscilla mentioning her feet. She looked at her smiling and when she realized that her feet were next, that put her in a panic. She had never been tickle tortured before, and the places she was tickled so far on her stomach, ribs and underarms were targets before, but the one place she knew she was deathly ticklish was the bottoms of her feet. Her deceased husband loved playing with her feet, even though it drove her crazy. A schoolmate of hers when she was young would also tickle her feet sometimes. That always drove her wild and she always managed to get away and escape. Her feet were very sensitive and if this woman tortured her on her upper body already, then her feet were next! Isabel feared that the torture of her feet would be her undoing and now desperation set in. “NO!!!! I would not like that. Listen, you have to stop this!!! You tortured me already!! What more do you want from me?” she yelled in a panic.
“Hehehehe you hear that, ladies? It sounds like her feet might be a wee bit sensitive. Poor thing. She looks like she is a working lady. Probably on her feet all day long. Now, how about we make sure they feel nice. Can you both massage her feet right now?” Priscilla asked with a grin. She loved the reaction Isabel gave about her feet. It immediately made her think of how La Diabla reacted when her feet were tickled. She truly loved genetics at the moment. It appeared mother and daughter both had the same sensitivities, and she was going to truly enjoy this moment.
Pilar anxiously went over to the right foot and reached down and grabbed the trapped right foot. The ankle was secure with rope, so it was not going to move away. She could feel how warm the foot was through the stocking and felt the leg and foot trembling. She knew from experience that since Isabel was already tickled, her sensitivity elsewhere would also be off the charts. “Oohh!!! I like this. Her foot is SO warm! A bit jumpy, but warm!” she teased.
Maria went to the left foot and placed it in her hand. She could also feel the warmth of the foot and could already feel the leg and foot trembling. That was a sure sign of very ticklish feet, and this was going to be a lot of fun for them. She looked down and saw how her own hand was within that very high arch. “Hehehehe looks like her feet are a perfect design. See how my hand fits inside this arch? I can’t wait to see what it actually looks like.” she teased.
Isabel felt those hands on her feet, and she could already feel the ticklish tremors flowing through her body. She was very sensitive at the moment and the slightest touch would send very strong ticklish feelings in her body. She knew that even a massage would drive her wild. “Hehehehee please let go of my feet! They are fine! Hehehehe they are fine!” she squealed.
Priscilla felt a tingle between her legs as she heard that delightful begging. This attractive woman having ticklish feet was such a major turn on for her. She loved it when a victim was tickled, but when their feet were tickled, it just seemed extra special. She thought about when she tickled La Diabla’s trapped feet and how much it drove her crazy. She remembered those long toes and that high arch. Hearing Maria talk about Isabel’s high arch brought back such great memories. “Yeah, she is the mother of that devil bitch. Hehehe she also had high arches. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. I remember how sensitive those feet were too. Tell me Isabel, are your feet as sensitive as that bitch daughter of yours?” she asked.
Isabel continued to feel those hands massaging her feet and she couldn’t stop giggling. She knew if they were deliberately trying to tickle them, she was going to lose control. It was already embarrassing that she was being tickled. It was really embarrassing with her naked breasts exposed. Now, it was going to be embarrassing to laugh herself silly and suffer when they went after her delicate feet. But her heart was breaking when she heard Priscilla mentioning the feet of the outlaw. That confirmed her fears, and that Salem was tickle tortured by this woman and had to suffer. She knew her daughter was ticklish because she liked to tickle her as a child. The fact it happened to her meant that she really suffered under this woman. She felt herself getting emotional but also found solace that her daughter did eventually make this woman pay. Unfortunately for her, she was going to suffer the same fate. “Get hehehehehehe your hands hehehehehe off of my hehehehehehehehe feet!!!” she giggled.
“That means yes! Hahaha Ok ladies, enjoy yourselves. Keep tickling her feet until I say stop. Then you will take those stockings off. I want her bare feet. Understood?” Priscilla commanded. She wanted to be the one to torment the barefeet first. She wanted the pleasure of making the woman with the same foot design as La Diabla suffer under her nails. She felt herself getting really happy and this moment was going to be something she savored for a very long time.
“You got it!” Pilar said with great excitement. She then started to lightly run her fingers up and down the arch area and was immediately surprised at the very strong laughter that came from Isabel. It appeared her feet were extra ticklish!
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T DO THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH IT TICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LEAVE MY FEET ALONE!!!” Isabel screamed as she felt those fingers lightly tickling her arch. This seemed a lot worse because her body was very tired and made her more sensitive to touch. It was a lot stronger than she imagined and now she was really desperate. She did not want her feet tickled right now. It was going to truly make her suffer and she did not want that.
“Hehehe wow! She has some really ticklish feet! This is going to be fun. Let me tickle her foot too!” Maria said with excitement. She loved the prospect of tickling poor Isabel’s feet. Her own feet were highly sensitive, so she could empathize with her. She thought about when she got to play with Veronica’s feet and that was a lot of fun. But there was something special about this pair of feet. It was still surreal that Isabel was the mother of La Diabla and tickling her feet seemed like an honor. She was also very delighted to hear from Priscilla that the outlaw was also very ticklish on her feet. She started to wonder just how ticklish she was. She figured after they finished with Isabel, she would ask Priscilla to tell them the story of La Diabla’s torture. It seemed like a lot of fun, and she hoped she could tickle La Diabla’s feet as well.
Priscilla loved the reaction that Isabel was giving. She could hear the sheer desperation in her voice and that laughter. She saw her body shaking as much as it could, and naked breasts were shaking around a lot. She could see the look of ticklish anguish on her face, and it brought a warm feeling inside her soul. There was just something beautiful about watching this woman losing control of herself just because her feet were tickled. She had an understanding of it because she remembered when her own feet were tickled by La Diabla. It was a horrible feeling, and it drove her wild. She also remembered when Darby tickled her feet the day she was captured. What that woman did to her feet, especially her toes made her go through a lot of trauma. Now, she wanted to release that trauma and tickle destroy the naked feet of Isabel when the time came. She wanted to truly enjoy that moment and thought back to how Helga tickled feet. Priscilla wondered if there could be a way to get Helga and Svetlana out of prison. They were very good at their jobs, and it would bring her revenge full circle. She did think however, that she no longer needed Gloria Wellington because she had a new financier. She never met Christos Andino, but he was far richer and untouchable at the moment for the authorities. She snapped out of her trance and heard those screams. She wanted to hear more of it! “That’s right! Get her good! I want this bitch of a mother to SUFFER!!! Hehehe” she said with enthusiasm.
“AAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO MUCH!!! HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!” Isabel screamed as those fingers continued to tickle the bottoms of her feet. She could feel Pilar’s stronger fingers starting to press into her flesh on the ball of her foot and that made her start to go into conniptions. She felt Maria’s fingers tickling along the instep of her left foot and that made her start to shriek. She knew she still had her stockings on, but if they were removed, she would surely be doomed. She had no idea how she was going to survive at this moment. The earlier tickling had been devastating, but this seemed far worse. She shut her eyes tight to try and absorb what was happening. She felt like her lungs were going to burst and her brain was on a wild ride. She prayed that this wouldn’t last too long, or she would be broken forever.
Pilar continued to tickle the ball of the foot and then started to move back into the arch. She was fascinated by the high arch and how sensitive the skin must have been. She wondered how the skin must have felt. Even though stockings could cover the most calloused feet, she couldn’t feel any on this woman’s feet. The skin must have been quite tender and now she grew jealous. She was jealous that Priscilla was going to touch the skin when she wanted to. She hoped she could touch it once Priscilla was done because she was truly enjoying making this woman scream her head off. She started to look forward to tickling the new sex slaves’ feet as well. It was going to be the best thing to happen to her. She was going to get paid very well to tickle torture some women and break their souls. She then moved her fingers back into the ball of the foot and headed towards the toes. Pilar felt the foot really starting to jerk around and that meant one thing. The toes were devastatingly ticklish! “Hehehehe You know what? I think her toes might be a soothing spot for her. I think I will play a game with them.” she teased with a goofy smile.
Maria looked over at her partner and saw that goofy smile on it. She loved how much fun her partner was having, and she wanted to play along. She heard the toes were responsive and anxiously awaited the game she wanted to play. “What game do you want to play with her toes?” she asked.
“Well….since this is the mother of La Diabla, you can imagine the fun she had with her when she was just a tiny demon. Remember how your mother would play, ‘This little piggy’? I think it is time we played it on her! Hahahaha I bet she will love it!” Pilar said with a great smile. She wanted to tickle the feet and make the toes suffer but also humiliate Isabel at the same time. She then stopped her tickling of the ball of the foot and placed the right big toe between the thumb and index finger of her left hand. She gave it a quick wiggle and grinned. “This little piggy went to market! Hehehe” she teased.
Isabel was stunned as she felt her big toe being wiggled. She heard the children’s rhyme, and she felt really embarrassed. They were treating her like a child and she truly hated being in this moment. Even though each wiggle of her toes tickled a little, she was in stunned silence as she looked at her foot. She shook her head and prayed they would stop doing these things to her. “Dios Mio! Leave me alone!” she yelled out.
“And thiiiiiiiiiiis little piggy went…….TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!!!” Pilar yelled, then started to place her fingers under all the toes and wriggled her fingers there. She felt those toes immediately clench up and she heard that delicious laughter pouring out. She discovered how ticklish the toes were, and she was going to try and push this woman into total hysteria. “hehehe someone has ticklish toes!” she laughed.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOT MIS DEDOS!!! NOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Isabel roared as she felt the fingers tickling under her toes. She knew her feet were really ticklish, but because it had been so long since anyone tickled her feet, she forgot just how sensitive they were. The toe tickling sent very powerful ticklish shockwaves throughout her body, and she started to shake as much as she could. Those fingers were very strong, so they burrowed deep into her toes, and it drove her wild. Her eyes were shut tight and she just laughed. She started to laugh that deep guttural kind, and she felt her lungs burning once again.
“Hehehee wow! Her toes are ticklish! Can I try?” Maria asked Pilar. She saw that reaction from Isabel, and it excited her. She wanted to play with the toes on the left foot and see if she could get her to scream like that as well.
“Ok…I guess you can have a turn. She is REALLY ticklish there. Hehehe” Pilar giggled, then removed her fingers from the undersides of the toes. She wanted to tear open the stocking and have some fun with the naked toes, but her boss wanted to touch them first. Now that she found some great ticklish spots on the entire foot, when the foot was naked, she was surely going to torment her.
Isabel started to catch her breath and felt a tremendous sense of relief. That toe attack was a lot worse than she imagined and her heart was beating faster. She took a moment to just focus on breathing because she already knew her torture wasn’t over. She didn’t want to yell at her captors because they were going to torture her anyway and she needed to preserve some kind of strength. It was now all about survival. She had to somehow focus on surviving and pray that somehow, someway, she would be rescued. She remembered her daughter was in California, so someone else had to come get her. She took deep breaths to get as much air inside her lungs and then exhaled.
Maria smiled when she saw Isabel taking deep breaths and knew she was doing her best to recover. The foot tickling really seemed to be pushing her over the edge and knew she had to torment her really well. She then put her left thumb and index finger on the left big toe and started to wiggle it. She saw Isabel’s head lift up and looked towards her and she smiled. “Hey there! You feel me touching his toe of yours? I just want to test your reflexes, that’s all. Hahaha” she teased.
Isabel stared at Maria and hoped the young lady would be far nicer. She already determined the personalities of the women involved judging by their words and their actions. Priscilla was obviously the cruel one. She was the undisputed leader of this group and probably the most evil of all. Pilar was more like the executioner. Not as evil and dominant as Priscilla but definitely loved tormenting people. Maria on the other hand was probably the nicest of them all. Not that she was truly a nice woman since she lured her into that alley to begin with, but she was the one that would most likely give mercy. She wondered if she could somehow appeal to her merciful side and get her to stop tickling her. “Please…..don’t do this to me. You don’t have to do this. I…..I am suffering….” she whispered towards her.
Maria heard those words and saw that sad look on Isabel’s face. She had already been put through hell and now she was asking her for mercy. She knew this was her moment. She started to think that Isabel thought of her as the weak one in this trio of ladies. She knew her best friend and her boss was looking at her and she had to prove to them she could torture someone. In her own mind, she knew how devastating ticklish feet could be. Her own feet were tortured before, and it was her worst nightmare. However, she had a job to do and if she failed, her own feet could be tortured by Priscilla. She then wiggled the next toe, then the middle toe. She wanted to lure Isabel into thinking she may give mercy. Then, she plunged her fingers between the toes and started to wiggle them. She could feel the stocking material on her fingers, but she managed to dig in deep enough to cause horrific ticklish sensations. “Hahahaha ticklish?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Isabel exploded into laughter when she felt those fingers now between her toes. She felt her toes being wiggled and anticipated being tickled after the baby toe was played with. She was not expecting that sudden tickle strike, and she lost it. The sensations tore right through her body, and she screamed as loud as she could. She tried to arch her back but then slammed her back down on the table and just writhed in ticklish agony. Then she felt fingers under her toes on the right foot and that double sensation overwhelmed her into silent laughter. The intensity was too much and now she knew she was in deep trouble.
Priscilla felt tingles all over her body as she watched her minions tickling those helpless feet. She loved how they found such great ticklish spots on the feet, and the way they went after the toes made her proud. She was gaining more and more confidence that they would be able to keep potential sex slaves in line. She wanted to use them to help Sylvia since the assassin was not going to “babysit” the slaves. She also couldn’t wait to get La Diabla. She knew the destruction of her mother would bring the outlaw to her knees. Her eyes looked at Isabel’s face and saw how red the skin was. She could see the hair starting to get damp and the sweat was now very visible. There was just something magical about a victim breaking down in front of her. She felt her nipples starting to stiffen because she knew her time to torment those feet was near. She really wanted to torment this woman and satisfy part of her revenge against La Diabla.
Pilar loved the way her fingers played with the toes. She couldn’t see them, but she could tell their shape. They were longer toes, so there was plenty of space to torment the undersides. They were not bony or thick, they seemed to be somewhere in between. She felt the top of the big toe, and the index toe was about the same height, but the rest of the toes descended in length. She really wished she could tear open this stocking. She wondered what the foot actually looked like, and how responsive the foot would actually be. She looked over at Maria and she was having such a fun time. It was truly a good thing to see her best friend enjoying herself. She remembered how happy Maria was tickling Veronica’s feet, so she figured when they did go after the sex slaves, she would let her play with their feet. She did wonder if Maria would go after the slaves sexually too. That would be the perfect way for both of them to enjoy themselves and do a great job for Priscilla.
Maria continued to wriggle her fingers under the toes. She loved the reaction the toes were giving her. They were clenching around her fingers, but she still managed to get the space between them. She wondered what the feet actually looked like. She started to have a stronger desire to play with the naked feet. She wondered if the toes would look pretty as well as the rest of the foot. This older lady had a really nice body for someone her age. She wondered if she took good care of the feet as well. She really enjoyed the silent laughter coming from Isabel and she knew this woman had to be in total misery. “Poor thing! I don’t think she can handle her toes being tickled. Hehehehe Just wait until we can see them!” she teased.
Isabel was still in silent laughter as she felt the toes on both feet being tormented. The feeling was too much for her. She could feel tears coming from her eyes. They were tears of complete hysterical laughter. She had never reached this point before while being tickled. She remembered laughing herself to tears whenever she was with friends, and they were telling each other jokes and funny stories. This was far different. This was misery and the fact there was nothing she could do. They were tormenting her entire body and her will was slipping. She really hated being tormented and had no idea how she could survive this. They were not showing any mercy. In fact, it seemed they wanted to push her body even further. She could hear them talking about looking at her naked feet and that would be devastating. She then felt her body starting to submit itself and she no longer shook it. Her body came to a stop, and she just continued to feel those intense sensations. Now, she prayed she would lose consciousness and get away from this evil moment.
Priscilla found herself very turned on watching Isabel suffering like this. She could see how much fun Pilar and Maria were having with those stockinged feet. She loved how silent Isabel was and when she saw her body stop shaking, that put a large smile on her face. Her victim was now starting to surrender, and it was just a matter of time before she completely broke her spirit. She could see the red skin and the distressed look and knew it was time to give her a break again. “Ok ladies, you can stop tickling her toes. Let’s allow her to breathe again. Once she does, I will give you a signal to remove her stockings. It is my turn……” she instructed.
UP NEXT: Isabel continues to suffer, Sylvia continues to plot, and La Diabla learns horrible news!
Ok folks, how did you like this first part? It is just the beginning and there is soooooooo much more stuff coming. I hope you enjoy a larger view of Isabel. She made cameos before in this entire saga, but now, she is a central character to this series. Your comments are most welcomed and encouraged!
Characters featured in this part:
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