Ok fans, time for the next chapter in this epic 22 chapter series that ends Phase 4 of Deputy's Universe. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Poor Isabel. She is going through so much because an evil woman just can't stop being evil. This will indeed be a very emotional journey for La Diabla. This story will push her emotions to the extreme. There are also so many other parts of the story that involves our heroic deputy Darby, Becky, even Cheyenne and Molly get some character development time. It will be an adventure and ordeal none of them will ever forget. Ok, it is time for the next part! I hope you enjoy it as this story has just begun! As always, I truly appreciate all of you being such great fans. Your comments are most encouraged and welcomed!
PART 2
Isabel felt the fingers leave her toes and a huge tidal wave of relief washed over her body. The intensity of the tickling was very overwhelming, and she needed that break. Air came back into her lungs, and she never felt so happy to breathe again. Her chest was heaving up and down and she could feel not just tears, but beads of sweat trickling down her face. She knew she must have looked like a complete mess, but that didn’t matter. What mattered to her was the evil tickling stopped and now she could breathe again. She could feel her joints aching because of all the thrashing she did in her bondage. She felt her body desperately trying to recover and she just lay there. Her eyes were still closed and she just wanted to catch her breath. She could hear some talking in the background, but she didn’t pay attention to what was being said. She just wanted to recover. She wanted to rest and get some of her sanity back. These women were now at the precipice of her completely surrendering and that also brought fear to her mind. She knew they were tormenting her because she was the mother of La Diabla, but now she wondered what was going to happen with her in the future. Would they let her go? Would they keep her trapped forever and torture her? Those thoughts continued to go through her mind, and she prayed this nightmare could be over. “Mercy……mercy……no more……no more…..” she wheezed as she tried her best to recover.
Priscilla heard those soft words, and she went from the foot of the table and walked near the head of the table. She looked down at Isabel’s very tired face and smiled. She could see the exhaustion really etched all over that pretty face and she had her victim right where she wanted her. She loved that sweaty look and that heavy breathing. She started to giggle to herself because she knew it was just a matter of time before poor Isabel was a complete broken mess. She placed her face in Isabel’s and grinned. “You know, you look like shit right now. Hahahaha You are so sweaty!” she taunted.
Isabel heard those words and slowly opened her eyes. She saw Priscilla’s demented face right in hers and she hated this moment. She knew she must have looked like a mess and now this woman was going to insult her. Her body still ached a little and she was exhausted already. She just kept sucking in deep breaths and very strong exhales. Her body temperature was skyrocketing, and she hoped she could get cooled down. Getting splashed with water sounded nice and she now started to recognize her mouth was a little dry. She started to groan a little because she just wanted to be set free. She saw those cold eyes of Priscilla and even though her mind wanted to spit right in them, she started to beg her for some water. “Please……water……May I have some water?” she asked.
Priscilla chuckled when she heard that question. She knew that Isabel had to be thirsty after all the screaming she was doing. She was impressed with the older woman’s stamina but now it appeared she was wearing down. She looked around the room and didn’t see any water readily available. That made her excited because now she could make Isabel feel desperate. “There is no water here. This place is closed. It is just the four of us. Hehehe” she told her with a giggle.
“Please….I need some water.” Isabel pleaded. Now that her mind recognized how thirsty she was, it made the sensation even worse. She started to cough a little and tried to swallow her saliva. Her throat was parched and the urge for liquid refreshment was growing. “Please….” she whimpered.
Priscilla looked over at Maria and smiled. She thought about some water, and it did sound refreshing. She also thought of a way to keep torturing Isabel’s mind, so she decided they should get some water. “Hey, go find some water and bring it back to us. Do not get caught!” she instructed.
Maria nodded her head and then walked away. She wanted to keep tormenting Isabel, but Priscilla wanted her to fetch some water. She exited the shop and looked around. She had to be careful not to get caught, or Isabel could be set free, and Priscilla might torture her instead.
“Happy? We are going to get some water. Now, in exchange for some water, what are you willing to do?” Priscilla asked. She then stood straight up and folded her arms. She loved the control she was gaining and was going to truly enjoy making this woman’s life miserable.
Isabel heard that offer and she cringed. Her body was now getting desperate, and she had to do something or she was going to suffer more. Now that time was passing, her body was starting to feel the effects of the overall torture session. She was getting really tired, and her body was getting sore. She looked at that cold face and she closed her eyes for a moment. “I-I don’t know. What do you want from me?” she asked.
“Hahaha hmmmmmm what do I want? Oh, I think you will like it. I will wait for Maria to come back and then we will see just how badly you want some water. Who knows, you might promise me ANYTHING. Hahaha” Priscilla threatened. She then walked back towards the foot of the table and looked at the stockinged feet. She was moments away from playing with those feet and couldn’t wait to see what they looked like. She started to guess they would look a lot like La Diabla’s feet. She thought about that moment and how Helga applied that cream onto the toes of the outlaw. She remembered when her own fingers touched and tickled those feet. When the cream started to take effect, she remembered the horrible screaming and it was truly a great moment in her life.
Pilar looked over at her boss and her admiration continued to grow for her. She was cold. She was ruthless. She was a perfect example of how to dominate others. She started to have a stronger desire to be just like her and gain power. She wanted to tickle those feet again, but she had to wait until Priscilla gave the order. “Hey, do you want me to take off her stockings while we wait? I want to see her feet.” she asked.
“Not yet. Let’s wait until Maria returns and then we will have a lot of fun with this woman. Hehehe She is almost done and then we can begin the next part of my plan.” Priscilla told her with a smile. She could see the eagerness on Pilar’s face, and she loved it.
Isabel continued to take advantage of the pause of her torture and continued to catch her breath and recover somewhat. She knew the torture wasn’t over, but she desperately needed the break and wanted to gather some strength again. She heard Pilar and Priscilla chatting and she overheard Priscilla mentioning another part of the plan. She wondered what was going to happen next and what part she was going to play in it. It did appear that the evil woman did not want to kill her. It seemed like she wanted to torture her but not end her life. There was a sense of relief in that thought because it meant that she could actually survive this kind of an onslaught. She did not want to die and if that was not going to happen, then she would just have to mentally prepare for the soon to be torture. She then heard a door opening and she looked over in that direction. She saw Maria enter and it looked like she had a pail. Now her body started to shake because she prayed there was water inside that pail.
“I’m back! I found some water for us to drink. What do you want me to do with this pail?” Maria asked as she entered into the store. She closed the door behind her and then walked over to where her friends were standing, and the table Isabel was tied onto.
“Good job! You know, I am a little thirsty myself. Torturing this bitch is a hard job. Hehehe” Priscilla chuckled, then started to drink from the pail. The water was cool, and it was refreshing. She took a few sips and then handed the pail over to Maria.
Isabel watched as Priscilla was drinking from the pail. She saw some water dripping down her chin and she knew that water was going to be really refreshing. She then watched Maria take some of the water, and then Pilar. They all seemed to be savoring that water, which only made her crave it even more. Her throat was getting dry, and she started to whimper. She could see them all looking refreshed and had smiles on their faces. “Please…..water please….” she whimpered.
Priscilla heard those soft whimpers, and she looked over at Isabel. She could see how desperate her eyes were and now it was time to play games with her mind. She took the pail of water from Pilar and headed towards the head of the table. She looked at that sweaty face and grinned. “You want some of this? It is actually refreshing. Thank you for asking for it because I didn’t realize how thirsty torturing you was making me. It is nice and cool too. Mmmmmmmm so good. Now, what are you willing to do for some of this?” she taunted.
Isabel knew she was in trouble now. Her body was craving that water, but she knew Priscilla was going to humiliate her somehow. She looked at the pail and she really needed what was inside. “Please…give me some water. What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“hehehe tell me that we can remove your stockings, and we can play with your feet. Come on, tell me.” Priscilla grinned. She figured this was the easiest request she could make and wanted to use that desperation against Isabel.
Isabel heard that request and she hated it. She realized that Priscilla was probably going to make her say literally anything in order for her to have some of that liquid refreshment. She knew her feet were going to be tortured soon, but the need for water was too strong. “Ok, ok. You…..you can take off my stockings. Play with my feet. I don’t care. I just want some water.” she whined.
“hahahaha see ladies, that wasn’t too hard! Ok, take her stockings off.” Priscilla commanded. This was the moment she was waiting for. She looked at Isabel’s face and could see her mouth was open and she wanted some of the water. She then looked back at Pilar and Maria and they each went to a foot. She saw them starting to peel down the stockings from the knees and those feet were soon going to be exposed.
Pilar felt her heart racing as she peeled down the black stocking off the knee and down the leg. She could see that golden skin being exposed and she couldn’t wait to expose that foot. The more Priscilla went on, the more she liked her. This woman knew how to make anyone bow down to her and it was such fun witnessing the destruction of Isabel.
Maria managed to peel down the left stocking and slowly got it from under the rope that was tied around that left ankle. Now that it was under the rope, she started to pull it off the ankle, and then the heel was exposed. This was the moment they were waiting for. The moment she wanted to see. The skin of the heel was tanned. She then kept peeling the stocking up the foot and saw the pinkish type of color in the arch area. The arch was very well defined and now it came off the ball of the foot. It was very pronounced, and the skin looked a bit tender. She could see some callouses on the sides of the foot, but overall, the sole looked to be in great shape. She then saw Pilar also managed to get the stocking to the toes and with a simple pull, the barefeet of Isabel would be revealed! She winked at Pilar and then did a silent count to three. When she got to three, she pulled the stocking off and tossed it behind her. Maria’s eyes then went to the toes, and she was impressed. They were indeed long but not finger like. The index toe was just as long as the big toe, and the rest of the toes descended in length. She looked at the bottom of that left foot and that tan skin with the pinkish tones in it looked delightful. The arch appeared to have some wrinkly skin, and she loved all of it. “Wow!! She has cute feet! For an old lady, her feet look pretty good.” she said with excitement.
Pilar managed to pull the stocking off and exposed the right foot. She could also see that tannish skin with pink twinges in it and loved it. The arch was very high, and the skin was tender looking except for a few small callouses. These were definitely the feet of a working woman, and she loved it. She then looked at the top of the foot and saw those natural nails. They had a good shape to them and the skin looked nice. There were some wrinkles, and she could see some vein definition, but overall, she really liked the look of these feet. “She really does have nice feet. Hehehe I know they are really ticklish too!” she smiled.
Isabel felt her stockings leave her feet and knew her feet were naked. She knew this is what these women wanted. To embarrass her and go after her bare feet. She felt extremely nervous because she was still very sensitive to touch. The tickling of her feet when they were in the stockings was brutal, but her naked skin was going to be a lot worse. She looked at Priscilla and that pail of water. She did tell them that they could take off her stockings if she could have some water. Her mouth could taste that liquid and now that her feet were naked, she started to beg for that water. “Please. Let me have some water. You took off my stockings. Can I have some water now?” she asked.
Priscilla saw the naked feet and her excitement level shot through the roof. She could now tickle destroy those feet, and she prayed they were just like La Diabla’s. Even from this distance, she could tell their feet were very similar in design and look. She loved that she had captured mother and daughter, and both of their feet would suffer. She then looked down at Isabel’s face and could see that desperation in her eyes. “Hehehe you did good Isabel. So, I guess you can have some of this delicious water.” she told her.
Isabel saw the pail get closer to her lips and her body was really craving that water. She lifted her head and now the pail was right on her lips. She could see inside that pail and saw the water. The pail leaned towards her and now, the liquid entered her mouth and she drank it. She started to drink more and more of it, and it tasted delicious. It soothed her dry mouth and throat and it felt really refreshing. Then the pail moved away, and she started to whimper. She did not feel like she quenched her thirst and wanted more. “More….more water….” she whimpered.
“That’s enough for now. I think it is time for me to pay a visit to your feet. Hehehe I have been waiting for this moment ever since you were captured. Maria, can you hold the pail please. She can have more water when she behaves herself.” Priscilla instructed. She then handed the pail of water over to Maria and headed towards the naked feet. She saw the left foot right by her hand and she walked towards the foot of the table. She could see the inside edge of the foot and got a really good look at the arch. It was a very high arch, and the skin was tanned with a pinkish twinge to it. She pursed her lips and nodded her head. Those feet did in fact look like La Diabla’s and she loved that fact. Now, she was going to touch them and see if they were the same or who had the more ticklish feet. She remembered how ticklish the outlaw was on her feet. It was the greatest payback she had given because in her own home, La Diabla had tormented her and tickled her feet. When she captured her in Santa Selena, she tickled those feet with the greatest happiness. Now it was time for her mother to suffer the same fate. “Ooooh!!! Your feet do look really nice. In fact, they look just like your bitch daughter’s feet. Hehehe” she laughed.
Isabel looked towards the foot of the table and saw Priscilla near her left foot. She felt herself trembling as she knew she was about to get tortured again. Her body still ached for some more water, and she prayed she could get some more. She heard Priscilla talking about Salem’s feet and that hurt her heart. The thought of her daughter suffering like this really took a toll on her emotions. She knew Salem didn’t show her feet too often, so if Priscilla knew what they looked like, then she must have been trapped. That got her angry, but she knew she couldn’t lash out. If she did, then she would suffer even more. Isabel wanted to defend her daughter but had to be smart about it. In her mind, she hoped somehow, she could find Salem and then let her get revenge. “C-Can I have more water?” she asked.
Priscilla smiled when she heard that question. Isabel was truly in a state of desperation. She knew she could use this to her advantage and looked at the woman’s desperate eyes. “You want more water? Hehehee ok. You have to do something for me first. Want to know what that is?” she teasingly asked.
Isabel felt her breath leave her body because she had a feeling whatever Priscilla was thinking, it was not going to be good for her. Her body still craved that water and knowing she was going to be tortured anyway; she might as well do what the woman asked. “W-What is it?” she responded.
“I want you to beg me to tickle your feet. I mean BEG me. Don’t be shy about it either. BEG ME to tickle your feet.” Priscilla demanded. Now was the time she wanted to break Isabel’s will. This was the time she was going to make this woman scream. She felt very powerful, and she looked at those feet once again. She could see them quivering in fear and she was going to enjoy tickling them a lot. “Once I am done, you can have some more water.” she added.
Isabel groaned when she heard that request. She had to beg for her own torture and that really bothered her. She hated that she was desperate for more water, but her body couldn’t hold up much longer. She took a very deep breath and knew she had to do this. “Ok….tickle my feet.” she murmured.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I guess we will have to drink the rest of the water since you obviously do not want any…..” Priscilla threatened. She then looked at Maria and snapped her fingers to give her the signal to drink more water and have none for Isabel.
Isabel watched in horror as she saw Maria lifting the pail to her mouth and was about to take a drink. She wanted that liquid and if Maria drank it all, she wouldn’t have any and her body would suffer even more. She hated herself, but she was still very desperate. “NO!!!! OK!!! TICKLE MY FEET! PRISCILLA, PLEASE TICKLE MY FEET!!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!!!” she screamed.
“Hahaha now, was that so hard?” Priscilla taunted as she heard that desperate begging. She wanted Isabel to suffer, but her craving water was something she did not prepare for but welcomed it happening. It would make the torture more brutal because now she could force Isabel to do whatever she wanted. She motioned her hand towards Maria to stop attempting to drink the water and it was time to hear Isabel’s screams. “As you wish, I am going to tickle your feet.” she said with a calm voice.
Isabel heard Priscilla’s words, and she suddenly felt fingers scurrying in the arch of her left foot. That sensation had an immediate impact, and she exploded in laughter. Her feet were feeling extra sensitive and now they were being touched. The intensity of the sensations ripped right through her body, and she screamed to the top of her lungs. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! DIOS MIO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA” she roared.
Priscilla felt that delicate skin on her fingertips and she loved it. The skin was very tender, and her fingers sank into that flesh. She felt such great energy flowing through her body and she loved this moment. She loved that reaction and saw the body thrashing as much as it could. The naked breasts were wobbling wildly, and that laughter was very loud. She even started to wonder if anyone on the outside could hear her screaming. That made her stop tickling for a moment to consider that aspect. Isabel’s feet were deathly ticklish, it appeared, and she couldn’t risk being caught. She looked over at Pilar and smiled. “Hey, stuff her mouth with a stocking. She is getting very loud. I am going to tickle the hell out of her feet, and I do not want the entire Ciudad Azteca to know about it.” she instructed.
Pilar nodded her head and smiled. That reaction from the arch tickling was terrifying in intensity. She looked towards the ground and saw the stocking she took off the right foot. She bent down and picked it up off the floor. She wiped some of the dust off of it, to at least make it better. She then headed over to Isabel’s head and saw her breathing hard. Her mouth was wide open, so she stuffed that same stocking inside her mouth and laughed. “hehehehe how does your own feet taste?” she joked.
Isabel was stunned when she felt something get stuffed inside her mouth. She felt the cotton material and realized that it was her own stocking inside her mouth. That almost made her gag, but she managed to not vomit. She could not believe the indignity they were causing her. They had no regards for her and kept humiliating her over and over again. She looked at Priscilla who was staring right back at her. She saw that evil smile and knew she was about to get tickled again. She saw those fingers heading for her foot and she moved her foot around as much as she could.
Priscilla couldn’t help but laugh when she saw that foot moving around with great fear. She loved how Pilar stuffed that stocking inside Isabel’s mouth and now it was time to have some fun. She grabbed the left foot with her right hand and held it still. Then she moved the fingers of her left hand and started to tickle that high arch, right near the instep. She felt the foot tense up and heard a horrific muffled scream. She loved that reaction and felt the foot straining. She held onto it and kept scurrying her fingers across that tender skin. It was a surreal moment for her because this woman had the same sensitivities as the infamous outlaw. It was like she was tickling her again. That gave her great motivation and she kept scurrying her fingers faster and faster. Soon, her nails started to skitter across the skin and saw Isabel trying to arch her back. Priscilla had no intention of stopping at this moment. Tickling this helpless foot was great satisfaction. Her fingers danced along the instep and then right back into the middle of the arch. Her eyes stared at the bottom of the foot and those long toes were curling tightly, which made the wrinkles in the skin of the arch become more pronounced. “hehehe that’s right, you old bitch. Laugh. Just laugh……” she taunted.
Maria watched in awe as she saw those fingers stroking all over that skin. She wished it was her doing the tickling, but watching it was also a lot of fun. She loved how Pilar stuff that stocking inside of Isabel’s mouth and knew that woman had to be humiliated from that. She imagined how she had to taste her own foot sweat and how embarrassing that would be. She also heard that muffled screaming. She thought Priscilla was a genius with the idea because since time was passing, more and more people would be out on the streets, and it was possible someone could walk by and hear that tortured laughter. It could be a crew of men and if they saw a near naked woman getting tickled, who know what would have happened. She wondered if poor Isabel was going to snap. That was Priscilla’s plan, and she wanted to see if it could happen. Maria’s eyes went back to the left foot, and she saw how Priscilla’s fingers were methodically tickling that foot. She would see them at the instep, then disappear under that arch. The way Isabel was screaming, that entire area was very sensitive. That made her own cravings grow. She wanted to play with those feet. “hehehe wow, listen to her scream. I thought what we did to her was bad. Now, she is screaming like a banshee. Hehehehe” she told Pilar.
“hehehe yep! Wait, I guess she is a banshee! We have a Banshee, and we have La Diabla! Creatures of evil. Hehehehe” Pilar joked. She was enjoying listening to the horrific muffled screams and loved how Priscilla was tickling that foot. It made her want to tickle the right foot, but her boss wanted these naked feet first. She hoped she would get her opportunity because tickling those feet would be a great adventure. She remembered how ticklish the toes were and wanted to see how bad she could tickle them.
Isabel felt those fingers on her arch and the sensation was something she couldn’t even describe even if she tried. The way those fingers touched the center of her arch. The way they touched the instep. They even touched that spot right where the tip of her arch met the ball of her foot. It was completely breaking her down and she suffered. She screamed as loud as she could, but most of it was muffled as her own stocking was inside her mouth. Then she felt the fingers starting to tickle the ball of her foot, which was another hot spot. Her arches were the worst, but the ball of the foot was also very responsive. She had no idea how long she could handle this type of sensation. She shut her eyes tight again and prayed it would end soon.
Priscilla continued to tickle that left foot and she really felt excited. She liked how tender the skin was but hit a few callouses when her fingers got to the outside edge of the foot. She would admit that La Diabla’s feet were softer, but that was probably because she was younger. Isabel was older and worked many more years wearing boots which wore her feet down. She did like the feet overall, but in a way, she wished it was the outlaw’s feet. Her eyes looked at the ball of the foot and her finger slowly traced around that spot. It slid on the lower part of the ball, going from the instep area, across the middle where the arch met, then the outside edge where there was a small callous, only to go to the top of the ball of the foot and slide right across that sensitive skin. She saw how tight the toes were clenching and it really amused her. She then zipped her finger right down the middle of the foot, going from the top of the ball of the foot, across the center of it, then directly into that very delicate arch, and off the heel of the foot. Priscilla zipped her fingers a few more times, really trying to torture poor Isabel insane. She did it four more times and each stroke forced these very loud squeals to come from Isabel’s lips. They were loud even if they were muffled. “Hehehehe this is too much fun! I really could tickle these feet forever.” she said with a huge smile on her face.
Pilar clapped her hands as she watched with great joy the torture Priscilla was inflicting. She loved how the fingers were consistently stroking up and down that foot. She could see the toes clench, then spread open, only to clench tight again. She heard those intense squeals whenever the finger stroked the bottom of the foot. She loved witnessing the absolute destruction of this woman. She looked over at Maris who was still holding the pail of water. “Hey, isn’t this fun?” she asked.
Maria giggled when she heard Pilar’s question. It was quite amusing watching Priscilla tickle that poor, helpless foot. The muffled screams were something that would stick with her and she saw how bad Isabel was suffering. She wondered if her mind was going to snap at any moment. “Yeah, this is a lot of fun. Do you think she will lose her mind? I mean, she is really screaming. She must really be suffering a lot.” she answered.
Priscilla stopped the tickling and stared at the foot. She still held onto it, but she had to give Isabel a break, or she would pass out. She did not want that to happen at all. She listened to that tired breathing of Isabel and saw her head moving side to side in sheer exhaustion. She knew this woman was about to break at any moment. She then smiled and figured she would test that theory. She looked over at Pilar and smiled. “Hey, take the gag out of her mouth. I want to see where her brain, or what’s left of it, is at.” she instructed.
“Yes, Senora!” Pilar said with excitement. She got closer to Isabel’s face and then using her fingers like pincers, she slowly pulled the stocking out of the helpless mouth. She held the stocking up in the air for a moment and then dropped it right on the stomach area.
Isabel felt a sense of relief as the tickling finally stopped. Her body temperature was very high, and she felt beads of sweat trickling down her face. She felt so tired. Her lungs were burning. Her body was aching. Her jaw was really tired, and she felt hoarse. She was happy that her stocking was out of her mouth, and she desperately tried to get air back into her lungs. She could barely move her body and now she started to get emotional. The torture was taking its toll, and she felt sad. This was beyond her comprehension at this point and felt the urgent need to beg. “Please…no more. No more. I give up…..please, don’t tickle me anymore.” she whimpered.
“hehehe poor Isabel. She sounds SO tired. Your ticklish body can’t handle it anymore, can it? Well, you old *****, I might let you go, but I want you to admit that you are an old *****. Hahahaha” Priscilla taunted. Now she wanted to humiliate the woman. She could sense the end was near and it was time to really break her will. She wanted her to be an absolute mess, so when it came time for the rest of her plan to happen, it would be perfect.
Isabel heard that demand and that broke her heart. Now Priscilla was trying to completely humiliate her. She had no way of fighting back and her body went through a lot. She always had such great dignity and now this blond woman was taking it away from her. She was still very thirsty and after having her cotton stocking inside her mouth, her mouth was very dry. She felt the urge to cry, but she fought against that. The last thing she had left was her dignity and she had to keep it somehow. “Please…..no more. Can I have some water?” she asked.
“Um, no. You don’t get any water, and I am going to tickle you again if you don’t do what I tell you to do! So, why don’t you admit you are an old *****, and you can have some water.” Priscilla demanded. She could tell that Isabel was still trying to hold on, but she was going to break. She did a quick stroke of her finger in the arch to reinforce the idea that she was going to be tickled again.
“EEEEEHHHHEHE NO!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!! Please…..no more tickling.” Isabel whined when she felt that finger stroke her arch. She knew she was not in position to fight, and her body was really craving that water and wanted to avoid being tickled again. She knew she had to swallow her pride and do what this woman asked. “Ok….I’m…..I’m…..I’m an old *****…..” she said, then closed her eyes with shame.
“hahahaha yes, you are!! I will admit you are beautiful for someone your age. Just like I can admit that your demon child is an attractive woman. Hey, now that I am thinking about it, you probably were a *****. I am sure you slept with a lot of men back in your day, didn’t you? Speaking of which, who is La Diabla’s father? What idiot paid money to sleep with you and then get you pregnant with that demon? Hehehe” Priscilla taunted. She had the urge to really get personal and try to break this woman’s spirit. A feeling of cruelty filled her heart, and she wanted to keep pushing this woman’s emotional buttons.
Isabel heard that question and her heart started to ache. She couldn’t believe she had to say she was a ***** when she knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. When she heard that question about La Diabla’s father, her heart broke. She thought about her late husband, Bradley Hunt, and got emotional. He was an outstanding human being and the love of her life. She didn’t even want to marry again because she loved him with everything she had. She remembered a few dalliances, but nothing was ever serious. Now hearing this woman insult his memory really got to her. She wanted to break free of these bonds and wrap her hands around Priscilla’s neck and just squeeze until her eyes popped out of her head. Her brain was in turmoil because she was not in position to hurt Priscilla, and it would only lead to her further suffering. She hated having to swallow her pride like that and decided to not answer the question. “Please…I just want some water…..” she begged.
“Fine!! Give the old ***** some water. I am tired of her whining.” Priscilla said, then motioned her hand towards Maria to give her prisoner some water. She noticed that Isabel didn’t answer the question about La Diabla’s father. She didn’t even know if the woman was still married to him, or whatever their personal life was. She wondered if she should go down that line but decided it probably wouldn’t mean anything anyway. Her focus was on the destruction of this woman, and then she could finally get some revenge on La Diabla.
Maria nodded her head when she heard that command. She then placed the pail near Isabel’s lips and watched as the woman started to drink the water. She thought back to what Priscilla was asking. It was kind of interesting in regard to the father of La Diabla. Not much was known about her. She had a reputation for being extremely dangerous. But having her mother trapped here forced her to see her in a different light. Isabel defended the outlaw, which meant that there was love between mother and daughter. Isabel did not seem like the evil type, so there must have been a time when the infamous outlaw was not the infamous outlaw. She also wondered about the father. She did not see a ring on Isabel’s fingers, so she wondered if the father was still around. She thought about asking, but this was Priscilla’s moment, and she had to just follow orders. She looked at Isabel sucking in a lot of water and knew this woman had to be parched. Maria saw Priscilla wave her hand, and she pulled the bucket away. It appeared the torture was about to resume.
“Ok, you got your water. Now, old *****. Are you ready for some more torture? Hehehehe I like your toes. Are they ready for me?” Priscilla teased. She was excited to get to those toes and prayed they would be just as bad as La Diabla’s. She remembered when Pilar and Maria tickled them when they were inside the stockings, so when she touched them, the woman would probably lose her mind.
Isabel felt some refreshment after drinking a good amount of water. The water felt so soothing for her tired body, and she tried to recover as much as she could. Then she heard Priscilla threaten her toes and fear once again gripped her soul. She could still feel Priscilla holding her foot and her toes were in imminent danger. “Priscilla, you have to stop torturing me. You have done enough to me. I don’t want this. Please, just stop tormenting me. I am begging you.” she pleaded.
“Hehehehe I am torturing you because it is fun. Now before I begin, Pilar put that stocking back in her mouth. I got a feeling she is going to lose her mind.” Priscilla instructed. She watched as Pilar grabbed that moist stocking and stuffed it down the mouth again. She imagined what it must have been like to have a stocking inside your mouth, then pulled out, the stuffed back in after being drenched with your own saliva. She saw the look of disgust on Isabel’s face, and she chuckled. “I bet the taste of your feet was something you didn’t think would happen today. I hope you washed them before. Now, about these toes…..” she teased.
Isabel heard the threat to her toes, and she started to panic. She immediately curled them tightly and her foot was trembling. Her foot was already brutally tickled and tickling her toes would be too much. She saw Priscilla’s fingers heading for them and fear gripped her body. She started to scream into her stocking gag once again and felt absolutely petrified. “NO!!!! DON’T!!!! NO!!!!” she screamed.
Priscilla had a sadistic smile on her face when her fingers moved towards those toes. She could see just how tightly clenched they were and could see the tops of the toes. She then used her nails to tickle the tops of the toes, just below the nails. She felt the foot immediately jerking around and already heard some screaming laughter. She tickled those crevices and that got the toes to open up again. She laughed to herself because no matter what Isabel tried, she was going to get her toes tickled and she was going to suffer a lot. She could see the undersides of the toes and quickly moved her nails towards that delicate skin. She felt how tender that flesh was and when her nails made contact, she heard that hysterical laughter and kept scraping her nails there. That made the toes curl again, so she tickled the tops again. She was very amused because Isabel was going to have her toes tickled whether she wanted it or not. “Hehehehehe Your toes are pretty delightful.” she teased.
Pilar watched with excitement when she saw Priscilla attacking the ticklish toes. She loved the way the toes were curling and then wiggling wildly. She got to play with those toes through the stocking, so she knew how responsive they were. She could also hear that terrifying ticklish laughter, and she shuddered a little with excitement. She also felt herself getting turned on. Priscilla was destroying her, and it was such a beautiful sight to see. She then looked at the helpless right foot and prayed she could tickle it. She wanted to touch all those spots she touched before through the stocking. She wanted to drive Isabel completely out of her body. “Hehehehe get her good!” she called out.
Maria laughed when she heard Pilar yelling out. She knew her partner really enjoyed the ticklish suffering of another woman. After tormenting Veronica, it was something she kept talking about. That feeling of power over another person. She also felt that way and wondered if she would be able to play with those feet again. She was also highly amused as she saw those naked breasts still wobbling around. She wondered if Priscilla was going to go after Isabel sexually. That would be something to see. Even though she was still unsure if she could ever do that to another woman, she knew Priscilla and her partner would do it. That would make Isabel a truly broken soul. Maria’s eyes looked down at the face of Isabel and could see how much anguish she was in. She just kept screaming into her gag. Her eyes were shut tight, and she could see those laughing tears coming out. She shook her head and knew Isabel was a goner. “Yeah, she will never be the same after this.” she thought to herself.
Isabel felt her body surrendering again. She felt her body getting very limp even though her toes were still being tickled. Priscilla’s nails then slipped in between her toes, which made her body become stiff as a board for a moment, then completely went limp. The ticklish sensation was far too much for her body to handle at this point and she gave up. She didn’t want to fight anymore. She prayed this would all end. She would do whatever Priscilla wanted at this point. The nails never stopped tickling between her toes. She felt those tears streaming down her face and she felt so hot inside her body. She once again went into silent laughter, and she felt lightheaded. The nails were now in between her ring toe and baby toe and that sensation just kept going. It kept washing over her body and she suffered.
Priscilla could see that Isabel went into silent laughter and knew the woman’s body had just quit. The toes were no longer clenching, and the foot was no longer trying to move away. That was something she always enjoyed. It meant that her victim’s body had given up. She tickled between the toes a little bit longer. She wanted this memory to last for the rest of Isabel’s remaining years on this planet. She attacked the big toe and tickled right on that line where the big toe met the ball of the foot. There was still no movement of the toes, even though she could still tell her prisoner was in that silent laughter and felt everything. She then stopped and let go of the foot. She looked at Isabel’s body and knew she was done for. She glanced over to the right foot and wondered if she should tickle it right now to make sure Isabel’s brain was mush. Now it was time to play with this woman’s head once more. She made her way over towards her head. Once she got down, she saw just how emotionally wrecked she was. The tears were coming out and she was breathing very hard. She looked over at Pilar and nodded her head. “Take her gag out.” she requested.
Isabel felt completely worn out. She felt relief that her foot was no longer being tickled, but she was aching all over. Now that her body was in rest mode after the tickling, she could feel every single nerve in her body was on fire. She felt so sensitive that any touch would drive her insane. She felt the stocking come out of her mouth and that gave her another sense of relief. She felt her chest moving up and down and it seemed that she could feel everything. She wanted to take this moment to just breathe. She felt so tired and wanted to be set free. Whatever Priscilla had planned for her was going to happen. She had no resistance, and she just wanted to stop being tickle tortured. “Mercy……mercy……” she mumbled as she tried to recover.
“Mercy? Hehehehe I have no idea what that even means. Poor Isabel. You look like shit, and well, it is because you are shit. Hahahahaha” Priscilla taunted. She wanted to demean this woman and break her mind. She also wanted to show her two minions on how to break a woman down so she could be a submissive sex slave. Now it was time to play with Isabel’s body sexually. She was curious about how this would go since her prisoner was an older woman. She wondered if she would still have the same sexual fires within her body as though she was at her sexual peak. She then lowered her own face closer to Isabel’s. She tapped the sweaty forehead with her finger and saw the eyes slowly opening up. “Oh, Isabel. Sweet, OLD Isabel. Hey, I want to ask you something.” she grinned.
Isabel slowly opened her eyes and saw that evil face in front of hers. She could tell Priscilla was gloating and she didn’t care anymore. She wanted to be free and knew she had been defeated by this woman. The stress on her body took its toll and she felt submissive. That hurt her because she was always a proud woman, but right now, she just wanted mercy. “W-What?” she simply asked in response.
“Hehehe easy question. Do you belong to me?” Priscilla asked her. She wanted this woman to bow to her and make sure she was completely broken.
Isabel gulped when she heard that question. She was always very independent. It was something she took great pride in. Even her late husband loved the fact she was a strong, independent woman. It was something that even her daughter emulated and now this woman was asking her if she belonged to her. Her mind wanted to curse her out, but her body surrendered. She hated herself for what she had to say, but her body could no longer stand the tickle torture. “Yes….I-I belong to you.” she responded and then felt incredible shame.
“Good!!! I am glad you know your place! Now, I really do want to tickle your other foot. I mean, I really want to tickle it. I want to tickle it until you die pretty much. I love how tender your feet are. You got a few callouses here and there, but overall, you have sweet feet! I just want to tickle you until you no longer recognize the living world we are in. But, if you tell me something, I will reconsider it.” Priscilla threatened. She felt excitement growing within her own body because this next moment was going to be very sweet. It would mean she conquered the mother of the woman she hated more than anyone else.
Isabel heard the tickle threat to her right foot and that made her very scared. She could feel everything on her body and her nerves were still tingling out of control. If that foot was touched, she would probably leave her body spiritually and become a ghost. Fear really struck her soul, and she could not let that happen. “No please…..don’t tickle me anymore. I am begging you! What do you want me to tell you?” she begged.
“Good girl….” Priscilla said with her sadistic grin. She then patted Isabel on the head and looked into those eyes full of fear. She wanted to dominate this woman’s mind and now it was time. “I want you to tell me to play with your breasts. You are a *****, an OLD one, but a *****, nonetheless. So, I have to treat you like the ***** you are. Now, tell me to play with your breasts and I won’t tickle your foot. Do it!” she demanded.
Isabel felt her soul leave her body. The demand Priscilla just gave her just broke her spirit. This woman wanted to touch her breasts and that would be extra humiliating. She wanted to curse her out. She wanted to see Priscilla suffer in return. But she was trapped, and she was tired. She didn’t have that fight left and she started to feel crushed. She closed her eyes to prevent tears from coming out because she had to do what this woman asked of her. It was going to be very tough to spit those words out, but she had to do what she had to do. She did not want to be tickled anymore. “Touch them….” she murmured.
“Touch what? Come on, tell me what I can touch….” Priscilla asked with glee. She could see how this demand was destroying that spirit, and she relished it.
“Touch…….my breasts. You can….touch them.” Isabel responded with shame filling her entire body. She could not believe this was happening to her and it felt terrible. She opened her eyes again and saw Priscilla with the greatest smile on her face. She prayed this would all be over soon and she could go home.
“Yes!!! I will gladly touch these breasts of yours. They are a bit saggy, but I have to remember you are quite old now. Let’s see how they feel, shall we?” Priscilla taunted. She then placed her hands on both breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. She was surprised how soft the skin was and even though they were sagging a little, they still had some firmness to them. She looked at the horrified and embarrassed look on Isabel’s face and that drove her own lust wild. She felt incredibly powerful as this was the first time since Santa Selena that she broke someone like this. “Ooooh!! These are quite nice! Isabel, you are such a sexy woman. Even in your 50s, you still are quite attractive. I could play with these for a while! Hehehee Hey ladies, grandma here has some very nice titties!” she laughed and gave the breasts another gentle squeeze.
Pilar’s mind was blown away when she heard Priscilla forcing Isabel to give permission to have her breasts squeezed. She thought about how she touched Veronica’s chest and the power she felt. The way Priscilla was mentally attacking Isabel was something to behold. Now that she was squeezing the breasts, her admiration for her boss skyrocketed. She loved the way she used her power. That was something she wanted to get better at. Now that she was going to be part of the sex slave trafficking ring, she was going to have many opportunities to destroy helpless women. She was also impressed that Isabel’s breasts were to Priscilla’s liking. “Hehehe that is amazing! Will we get a turn too?” she asked.
Priscilla smiled when she heard Pilar’s question. She was having fun groping the breasts and her minion wanted a turn now. She couldn’t blame her. Touching these breasts was a sign of dominance. She could feel how the breasts were trembling under her touch and soon, she was going to play with the nipples. She wanted to dominate this woman sexually and an idea came to mind. “Hehehe We shall see. Right now, I am enjoying playing with her breasts. But I do want to see some action. How about you suck her toes for a moment? Let’s see what we can do to make her feel a little better about this situation.” she answered.
Pilar heard that response and got excited. She never worshipped a woman’s foot before, but the idea sounded nice. Maria had played with Veronica’s feet the last time, while she had the breasts. Now, it was her turn. She wondered what it would be like to put her mouth on a woman’s foot, and she nodded her head. She then got onto her knees and Isabel’s right foot was right by her face. She looked at the helpless foot and saw the undersides of those long toes. She knew how ticklish the feet were and the thought of hearing her giggles sounded erotic. She then placed her hands on the top of the foot and moved her face close to the sole. She could see the “print” lines on the skin and stared at the wrinkles on the arch. She then planted her lips on the ball of the foot, and she felt such a strong sensation of erotic pleasure in her own body. There was just something about kissing this foot that got her excited. “Mmmmm……Her foot is a bit tender. Hehehe” she giggled.
Isabel felt the humiliation of having her breasts squeezed and groped by the evil blond woman. She felt intense shame that she had to tell Priscilla to touch them. She was so submissive at this moment and the woman was dominating her sexually now. She didn’t know how she would ever live with herself again after this moment. She then felt hands touching her right foot and then felt a kiss on the bottom of her foot. That surprised her and it even tickled a little. She could not believe her feet were being kissed. “Hehehe no….not my feet. Please not my feet.” she whimpered as the kisses continued.
“Hehehe yes, your feet. I could order her to tickle them, but I am being nice to you. I just want her to kiss your feet and enjoy them. Now, as for these breasts of yours. Wait, what am I saying? These breasts are on your body, but they belong to ME! hehehehe” Priscilla said with an evil giggle. She loved being in a position of power over Isabel. The more this moment continued, the happier she felt. Only one person could make this even better, but she was out there somewhere and didn’t know her own mother was being destroyed. She then stopped groping and placed her palms directly on each nipple and gave them a simple rub. She wanted to get the nipples hard, so she could really have some fun. “Now, let’s see if I can get you hot. I have some very special plans for you, and I know I will enjoy it. You might enjoy it too since you are an old *****.” she taunted.
Maria watched as Priscilla’s hands were playing with those naked breasts. The way this moment was turning erotically did excite her. She watched as the hands squeezed and played with the mounds. She also had a tingle between her own legs as she saw her partner Pilar kissing that right foot. She could see the look of bliss on Pilar’s face, and she trembled. Her eyes then went to the left foot. It was just lying there all by itself. Her desire to kiss that foot grew and wondered if she could play with it. She looked up at Priscilla who was now rubbing the nipples with her palms. “Priscilla, can I kiss her other foot? Please?” she asked humbly.
Priscilla smiled when she heard that question. It appeared the other minion wanted to take advantage of Isabel's helpless feet. She did enjoy the two of them tickling the feet through the stockings and she was sure Maria wanted to play with the bare foot as well. “Sure, kiss her feet. Do not use your fingers on her feet just yet. Kiss away. You can suck her toes too if you want. Right now, it is all about getting her hot.” she instructed.
Maria happily moved her way towards the left foot and bent down a little, so she was eye level with the foot. It was just moments ago this same foot experienced a brutal tickling. She knew how sensitive it was based on her own earlier tickling, and then what Priscilla did to it. She could see those toes slightly wiggling and she got her face close to the sole. She loved the way the arch was so high, and she licked her lips. She then placed the tip of her tongue right at the bottom of the instep and slowly slid her tongue across the instep. The arch was high, so she loved having to move her face along that arch line. She was very delighted about the taste of the skin, and she closed her eyes. She could also feel the foot trembling and then heard some giggles. She really loved how ticklish Isabel really was. “Mmmmmm….she tastes good.” she cooed.
Isabel felt that tongue sliding across her arch on the instep and it tickled. It wasn’t a powerful tickle, but it got her giggling, nonetheless. What really concerned her was how her body was reacting. The kissing on her right foot, the licking on her left foot and the nipple rubbing by Priscilla started to make her feel some arousal. She could not believe her body was reacting this way. She absolutely hated Priscilla and everything she was doing to her, but her body started to react to the soft and sensual touches. She felt her nipples stiffening and wondered how this could even be possible. Even though she did feel some ticklish sensations, her body seemed to welcome the more sensual touching. She saw Priscilla’s face and could see the sadism in it. This woman was truly trying to break her entire being and she was going to feel sexual sensations as well. “Please don’t do this to me….” she whimpered.
“You like this don’t you? Hehehe you can’t fool me you old *****. I can feel how hard your nipples are right now. You like this! I know you like what is happening to your feet. Hmmmm….I wonder if someone your age can still have orgasms. How about that? Do you want to have an orgasm? Wouldn’t that be delightful?” Priscilla teasingly asked. She was now in the mode of tormenting her sexually. To make her feel incredible pleasure and dominate her. She wanted to do what she did not do to La Diabla. She just wanted to torture the outlaw, and refused to let her have an orgasm even though she could have easily done so. But with Isabel, making her have an orgasm would truly give her complete dominance over her. She remembered how often Gloria Wellington would love to give another woman an orgasm. It made her feel so powerful. Priscilla understood that as well, but she didn’t engage in that aspect too often. Now was her chance. She knew ripping an orgasm out of Isabel would surely destroy this woman’s dignity. She continued to rub her palms against the nipples and saw the look of shock and desperation on her victim’s face.
Pilar kept kissing all over the naked foot and she loved every moment of it. She looked over and saw Maria’s tongue sliding across that left foot and she wanted to savor the taste as well. She then looked at the big toe. She felt a tingle between her legs, then she placed that big toe in her mouth and started to suck on it. She was surprised about how good it felt for her to suck this woman’s toe. She felt the foot squirming, then heard a giggle. She thought about how ticklish Isabel’s toes were and this had to be driving the woman wild.
Maria heard a giggle and then looked over and saw Pilar now sucking the big toe of Isabel’s right foot. It looked so erotic. She could see her partner’s eyes closed and could tell she was savoring the taste of those digits. She wanted to do the same, and she placed the big toe and index toe in her mouth and started to suck on them. She felt an incredible pleasure flowing through her body and she felt her own nipples getting hard. She was really starting to like this part of the torture. Tickling a woman was a lot of fun, but adding this kind of sensual play was growing on her. She could hear herself slurping away on the toes and could hear some giggles happening. That only excited her more and she slid her tongue between the two toes and loved the taste.
Isabel felt her toes inside the mouths of those two women and it drove her crazy. It blew her mind this was happening to her, but her body seemed to enjoy it. After being brutally tickled to the point of submission, the sensual touches felt so much better. She hated all three women, but right now her body wanted this to happen and to avoid that tickle torture. She could feel some ticklish feelings because of the mouths on her toes, but it was manageable. She then looked into Priscilla’s eyes. They had the look of a conqueror, and she wondered what was going to happen to her next. Her nipples were very hard, and she felt incredibly helpless. She started to whimper in her gag, wondering what this woman was going to do next.
“You like this, don’t you? I can tell. This is much better than tickling, right? Hehehehe That’s right Isabel. Enjoy this feeling. Enjoy feeling good. It has probably been decades since anyone ever touched you like this. Or maybe it was centuries ago? Hahahaha” Priscilla joked. She loved dominating this woman. The more she did it, the more excited she became. Now it was time for more humiliation. Now it was time to break this woman once and for all. “I bet you are getting wet between those legs of yours. How about we take a look?” she said with a sinister grin.
Isabel gasped when she heard Priscilla’s words. It was bad enough this woman kept talking about her age, but what was a lot worse was this woman wanted her to get horny. Now, when she mentioned taking a look, that meant only one thing. This woman was going to look at the most private place on her body. It had been a very long time since anyone saw it besides her. The sheer humiliation of sharing that area with this woman horrified her. She could still feel those mouths sucking on her toes and even though it felt incredible, she needed to get away right now. “No!!!! You can’t!!! Please don’t do that to me!” she cried out in her gag.
Priscilla smiled when she heard that desperate cry and knew it was the perfect time to play with her. She looked at her minions sucking on those toes and she had to admit it looked really nice. They were having so much fun, but now it was time for some business. “Ladies, stop sucking her toes for a moment. It is time to unwrap a gift. It is time we see something and really have some fun.” she told them.
Pilar let the big toe slip out of her mouth and saw how drenched it was with her saliva. She felt herself being very horny and wanted to keep feasting. She looked at Priscilla and saw that smile on her face. When she heard that it was time to see something, she had a feeling she knew what that meant. Isabel was nearly naked. The only thing she had on her body was her underwear and now, it was time to have those come off. That set off an intense amount of excitement and she stood up and licked her lips. “You mean, we are going to see…..something?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes, hehehehe It is time we see something of hers. Since her legs are tied, we have to cut them off. I know she is tired, but if we untie her legs, she might kick anyway. Her legs look really strong, so I don’t want to take a chance. Go inside your pouch and take out the knife. Give it to me and I will do the honors.” Priscilla instructed. She started to feel giddy knowing what she was about to do. She loved these moments. She loved it when she could make a prisoner naked. It was different in Santa Selena with La Diabla. Helga had already stripped the woman nude when she got there, but this was going to be different. She knew that Isabel would feel absolutely humiliated and she hoped it would crush her spirit. She had plans for this woman’s most private area and she started to rub her hands together.
Pilar went over to the pouch she brought with her when they kidnapped Isabel. Inside the pouch were various tools she wanted to use, primarily rope. She looked inside the bag and found a small pocketknife. She thought about the fact that even when this was over, Isabel was going to be walking around without any underwear. That would be a lot of fun knowing that she was going to be ashamed with every step she took. She also saw some other items inside the pouch and wondered why Priscilla asked them to bring them. She then walked over to Priscilla and handed her the knife. “Here you go!” she said with excitement.
“Ooooohhhhhh Isabeeeellllll. Isabel! Hey, look what I got!” Priscilla teased as she twirled the knife in her right hand and looked at Isabel’s exhausted face. Her eyes were closed, and she was still whimpering. She loved that sight and couldn’t wait until this next phase of the torture.
Isabel heard Priscilla singing her name and she felt total embarrassment. This woman really got to her, and she felt helpless. She slowly opened her eyes and prayed that her ordeal was over. She was tickled all over her body. She even had her toes sucked and feet licked. Her breasts were groped and nipples played with. She wondered what this woman was going to do to her next and no matter what it was, it was not going to be good for her. She already heard the threat of her special area being played with and if it was, she was going to suffer emotionally. Then her eyes popped wide open, and she saw that knife! Her mind started to think that she was about to get stabbed and killed and that set off a deep panic in her. “NOO!!!! PLEASE NOOO!!!! DON’T KILLL ME!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe relax! I am not going to kill you. Naw, I would rather have some fun with you! Now, let’s get this underwear off of you. What do you look like completely naked?” Priscilla teased, then started to lower the knife and headed towards the underwear. She pulled the garment up a little and started to cut at the seams on the hips. She felt a rush of adrenaline as the material was cutting away and it was going to be mere moments before this woman was completely naked.
Isabel was in total shock. She knew Priscilla was going after her very private area. Her mound was already touched through the underwear a little earlier and it was a horrific feeling. Now, her underwear was being cut, and she couldn’t stop this woman. She heard the material cutting away and she was paralyzed. She also didn’t want to move around, or she could potentially get cut by the knife. She gasped when she felt one side of her underwear get cut free and now the garment was very loose. She watched in horror as the knife moved to the other side and started to cut away at that seam. This moment was very surreal, and she had no idea what to say or do next. It didn’t take long, but now the other seam was cut free, and the underwear was loose. She started to whimper with great shame as she was about to get exposed.
“Ladies, the time has finally arrived. I have waited for this moment since we brought her here. Now, let’s take a look at the same pussy that birthed that bitch La Diabla. Behold!” Priscilla announced as she put the knife down on the table between the legs. She then used the tips of her index finger and thumb on both hands on the underwear flap and slowly pulled the front down. Her eyes saw the black pubic hair being exposed and even saw some gray ones. She continued to pull the underwear down and soon; Isabel’s private place was revealed! She pulled the underwear away from the body and tossed it over her shoulder like trash. Now, her prisoner was completely naked and with her legs spreadeagled, she had a clear view of that pussy. She started to smile really hard as she saw those tanned pussy lips, but the pink inside the pussy was exposed. She never seen a mature woman’s pussy before, but what she saw looked really nice. Isabel maintained great care of her body and she had to admit it was a very pretty spot. “Wow! Look at her pussy! It actually looks really pretty! Hehehe” she giggled.
Pilar looked at the exposed mound and she felt sexual excitement building within her own body. The vagina did look rather nice, and she was very impressed. She could see the majority of black hairs but also saw the gray ones that were prominent. “Yeah, she does have a pretty pussy! For someone her age, that pussy looks really, really good!” she said with a grin.
“I like it! Her pussy looks so precious. I can see the pink and it looks rather nice. Looks like the old ***** was highly successful in her career hahahaha She has to maintain a pretty pussy!” Maria teased. She was very thrilled to see this woman naked and like the others, she was very impressed that Isabel’s body look good at her age. She hoped her own body would look just as good as she got older.
Isabel felt complete shame. This was without a doubt the most humiliating moment of her entire life. She had sex before, so she had been naked with others, but not like this. Not with women intent on destroying her. Even when she got into fights with other women, no one ever ended up naked. She heard their catcalls and their comments about her vagina. The fact they could see it clearly and she couldn’t close her legs brought an emotional toll to her mind. This was too much for her to handle. All the other things were brutal such as the tickling and the teasing, but this moment was without a doubt a soul crusher. She closed her eyes and felt a tear coming out. She never felt so ashamed and now she knew her spirit was broken.
“Awwww….look at her. She looks so ashamed. She shouldn’t be! Her pussy is delightful! Now, let me inspect her to see if she is wet after you both sucked her toes, and I played with those tits.” Priscilla taunted. She got closer to the mound and put her face near it. She could smell the arousal, and she even saw some wetness there. She smiled evilly and looked at her companions. “Hehehehe yep! This ***** is a bit excited. Now it is time for some real fun! Pilar, go inside the bag and pull out that cream and razor. It is time we SHAVE this woman! Let’s get a clear view of this delightful pussy!” she instructed.
Isabel opened her eyes again and through the wetness of her eyes, she saw that evil look on Priscilla’s face. What was more concerning to her was what Priscilla said. She was going to be shaved?! That horrified her and she started to panic. She did not want this woman to shave her because it would be absolutely humiliating to be dominated like that. She started to shake her head, and more tears formed in her eyes. “Noooo….no please! Don’t do this to me! Don’t shave me!” she whimpered into her gag.
Priscilla heard those whimpers, and she felt so good inside. She broke this woman, and it was time to finish her off. She looked at the shaving cream and razor that Pilar handed to her and smiled. It was time to teach her minions that style she always used with her sex slaves. She always wanted to shave them clean on their pussies because her buyers loved it. “Ok ladies, pay attention. This is what I want you to do with the sex slaves you captured. This was a trademark design of my former business. I want them hairless on their pussies. The buyers loved that look, so make sure you do a good job. I want the best-looking sex slaves! I will demonstrate it. Pay close attention.” she told Maria and Pilar and then started to lather the cream on her hands.
Pilar was in awe at the moment. The way Priscilla commanded the room and was now going to shave Isabel was something she would never forget. She knew that by forcefully getting shaved, it would embarrass the victim. It would show the complete dominance they had over their bodies. She watched as Priscilla lathered up her hands with the cream and then started to massage it all over the groin area of Isabel. She watched closely as the cream was applied thick. Once the mound was lathered up, she then watched as Priscilla took the razor and started to do slow strokes, shaving that hair off. “This is incredible…..” she murmured under her breath.
Isabel felt that cream being massaged on her vagina, and she trembled with humiliation. She was trapped. No one rescued her. The woman her daughter hated, as well as many other citizens of Mexico and the United States was now shaving her most private area on her body. Her mind was spinning. She had no idea how to feel and how to react. She felt the razor moving around her groin and she also knew she had to remain still to avoid being cut. She could hear Priscilla taunting her by saying how pretty her pussy will look once all the hair was removed. She would personally trim her hair, but never completely off. Tears filled her eyes and some of them streaked down the sides of her face. She started to whimper even more as the shaving continued. She knew her life would never be the same after this.
Priscilla started to whistle as she shaved the hairs off. She loved how the razor was sliding with ease off the groin, taking clumps of hair with it. She could see the skin being revealed more and more and now she moved carefully around the pussy. She had to make sure she got all the hair and have Isabel completely smooth down there. She didn’t get to shave the slaves much, but when she did, she always enjoyed it. Helga was very good at shaving, and she loved how she shaved La Diabla. She prayed she could see the outlaw soon because she knew the humiliation and defeat of the mother would break La Diabla emotionally and mentally. Soon, she managed to shave all the hair off and took a towel from Pilar and wiped the groin clean from all the cream. Once she was done, she stared at that naked pussy. The groin was completely devoid of hair and the pussy looked really good. Her own nipples got stiff, and she felt her lust growing. “Yes indeed. Isabel has a very…..very…..pretty pussy.” she said in a soft voice.
Isabel couldn’t help but cry. She knew she was now devoid of hair, and it felt strange. Her groin area was tingling and she felt really sensitive. Her entire body was tingling, but now that her mound was shaved, she felt the tingles in her legs and vagina. She continued to let the tears fall and kept murmuring with great sadness. “You shaved me……you shaved me….” she whimpered.
“Yes, I shaved you! My goodness woman! You should be happy! Your pussy looks amazing! I mean, it really looks so good! I don’t really like you. I hate you because you are responsible for creating that bitch, but I do have to admit. You are a beautiful woman, Isabel. Even as old as you are, you are quite striking. Now, I can still smell how wet you are. I think I will be REALLY nice to you. You have been tickled all over. I bet if I tickled your feet again, you would lose your mind. However, I think your body deserves some pleasure. You got your toes sucked. Your tits were fondled and played with. Now, I think you deserve an orgasm. Would you like that? Hehehe” Priscilla teased. She felt incredibly powerful because she broke the mother of La Diabla. Hearing those whimpers and seeing those tears made her heart very happy. Now she wanted to force an orgasm out of Isabel and complete the domination.
Isabel heard Priscilla’s threat, and she was stunned. The shock of being naked was still there and now she heard that woman threaten to touch her in the most intimate way and make her body do something that was always a very pleasurable thing. She couldn’t even form words at the moment. She was so shocked and stunned that this woman would do such a thing to another woman. She shook her head in disbelief and prayed she could be set free.
“Oh!! I get it, you can’t say anything. Hehehe I know you would love for me to touch your pussy, right?” Priscilla threatened, then started to move her left hand towards the exposed vagina. She placed her fingers on the groin, just right above the pussy and she stroked them on that skin. She was very pleased with her shaving job because the skin was very smooth. She felt the body tremble under her touch, and this sent a jolt of excitement throughout her body. It was time to finish this woman, and she could begin the rest of her plan.
Isabel recoiled when she felt those fingers touching her now shaven groin. This was something she had never experienced before. She felt those fingers stroking all over that skin and her body started to react. It stunned her that her body was not reacting in a panic, but of pleasure. She wondered how she could feel such a thing, but it also dawned on her. She had been brutally tickled and broken down. She was so tired so her body must have craved something a lot nicer. She looked down at her groin and saw those fingers softly stroking that area. She held her breath when she saw and felt them getting closer to the one spot on her body that was the most private. The fingers now went around her mound and started to flutter against the creases where her legs joined her groin. That touch surprised her, and she started to giggle. “Hehehehe what the? Hehehehehe it hehehehe tickles” she giggled softly.
“Ooooh!! You hear that, girls? It looks like Isabel here has a ticklish pussy! I like this!” Priscilla teased as her fingers continued to stroke along those creases. She loved it when a victim had a ticklish pussy. She remembered how La Diabla was ticklish there, and Cheyenne was too. She remembered how Helga would talk about how ticklish the sex slaves were on their pussies. She also remembered just how ticklish Deputy Darby’s pussy was. This was a very erotic thing for her, and she felt her own lust building.
Pilar’s jaw dropped when she heard those giggles coming from Isabel. The way that shaven mound looked drove her wild. She loved how smooth the area was compared to the black hair mixed with some grays where there were. The way her boss was teasing this woman was such an amazing sight. “Hehehe she has a ticklish pussy. How cute!” she taunted.
Maria was also in awe as she saw how Priscilla was tickling those creases, then moved around the groin. She loved the sound of Isabel’s laughter, but these giggles right now were intoxicating to her. It was the way she sounded while the pussy was being tickled that got to her. It seemed so erotic and sensual. She remembered how they tickled poor Veronica into sexual submission, and now, the mother of a dangerous outlaw was about to experience the same. “Hehehehe yes! She does have a ticklish pussy! I think she is going to cum very hard!” she said with great delight.
Isabel continued to giggle and mewl over those fingers tickling her. The sensations only started to increase, and she hated that Priscilla was doing this to her. It was like her body was no longer her own and it was responding to any kind of touch. Her mind hated it, but her body was loving the touch. She then froze when she felt the fingers brush up against her pussy lips. That touch sent incredible pleasure throughout her body. Then she felt the fingers touch there again and again. She started to whimper because her private spot was now being touched. “Please….mmmm….. don’t…..come on….mmmm…” she started to moan.
“Hehehe that’s right. It feels good, doesn’t it? You can enjoy yourself, Isabel. It’s ok. Your poor body is old now. You went through a lot. You are SO ticklish, and you were losing your mind. Now, let me be nice to your body and make you feel……so……good. I want you to just relax your mind and enjoy me dominating this pussy of yours. In fact, I want you to cum for me. Be a good old lady and cum for me.” Priscilla taunted in a soft voice. She loved the way the mound was reacting to her touch. She could see Isabel’s nipples stiffen and the hips started to grind a little. She could tell the body was enjoying this kind of touch even though her mind was losing it. She knew from personal experience what this moment was like. La Diabla had tortured her twice, and her own pussy was touched. She hated that woman with every fiber of her being ever since she captured her in her own home and tickle tortured her all over her body. She remembered how much sexual pleasure she was receiving from the outlaw, even though she wanted to kill her. That was something she never forgotten. That was the most humiliating thing she experienced. The outlaw dominated her sexually twice, and there was nothing she could do to stop enjoying the pleasure of that sexual touch. Now, she was going to do it to the mother. This would be her sweetest victory. “Ladies, suck her toes again. Let’s make her cum.” she instructed her minions.
Maria felt a rush of lust in her body when she heard that instruction. They were going to be able to participate in the sexual conquering of Isabel. They were going to help her cum her brains out. She then looked at those naked toes on the left foot. She did enjoy sucking on them earlier and now she could do it again. She moved her mouth closer to the toes and then wrapped her lips around the big, index, and middle toes and started to suckle on them. They seemed to taste even better now that her own arousal was at a fever pitch. She felt the toes wiggling inside her mouth and she even heard a few muffled giggles. That only motivated her to suck even harder.
Pilar started to lick the undersides of the long toes on the right foot and really felt a lot of arousal in her body. This entire moment was getting highly erotic, and she wondered if she should just masturbate. She loved the way the skin felt on her tongue, and she felt those toes wiggling a little. They were very ticklish and her tongue savored sliding across that delicate skin. She loved that Isabel did have longer toes so she could truly enjoy licking them. “Mmmmm….her toes are so delicious.” she cooed.
Isabel was in a state of anguish in her mind. The touching of her mound felt incredible. Even though it tickled a little, the mouths and tongues on her toes sent shockwaves of sexual pleasure throughout her entire body. The way Priscilla was touching her labia sent another shockwave of sexual pleasure in her body. She had a bad feeling that she was going to orgasm from this kind of touch. The erotic pleasure was much stronger than she imagined could happen. She was so tired, so this touch felt so good to her. Her mind was still racing because she felt horrible that she was enjoying this kind of interaction. It took her a long time to have any kind of sexual contact with someone after her husband died in that tragic train accident so many years ago. She had a few one night stands due to feeling lonely a few times. Those had no emotional meaning to her, even though she had fun. But she mainly refrained from this kind of activity because she could still see her husband Bradley’s face and she still missed him dearly. Now, these women were breaking her down and she felt that pleasure. She also felt the fingers now playing with her clit. That touch on her love button felt sensational. After all her body had gone through this morning, that feeling was very welcomed and now she felt her mind surrendering to this moment. She felt her heart racing faster, and her body was getting more excited. She could already feel the pangs of an orgasm building and at that very moment, she knew Priscilla had won. The evil woman had completely broken her and her body was going to give her what she wanted. Her orgasm. “Mmmmmm……mmmmmmm…” she whimpered.
“That’s right. Be a good old lady. Show us that you can still enjoy the pleasures of sex. It’s ok. You can cum now. Give it to me. Come on, Isabel. Give……it…….to…….me.” Priscilla demanded in a very soft voice. She could see the facial expressions on Isabel’s face and knew she was done for. She kept playing with the clit, making sure she applied just enough pressure and just enough rubbing to make this woman feel incredible. She smiled when she saw Isabel closing her eyes and her head was now resting on the table completely. She could see her mouth forming into the shape of someone about to be orgasming. She felt powerful. She was so close to finishing this woman and taking her prize. Her fingers started to move a little faster and applied a little more pressure. It wouldn’t be long before this woman gave her the orgasm.
Isabel felt the way those fingers were playing with her clit. Her vagina was loving Priscilla at the moment because of the way she touched that spot. It was quite apparent that Priscilla knew how to play with a woman sexually and Isabel felt her orgasm building. Her mind knew she should fight, but her body won and now she gave up all resistance. Her body then took completely over and the way her toes were being sucked combined with the touch on her clit, it was all over. The pressure of the orgasm hit its crest and then crashed over. She started to grunt, then let out an incredible moan as the orgasm rocked her entire body. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned as her orgasm flowed out from her.
Priscilla had an evil smirk as she heard that moan and felt the body convulsing. She knew Isabel just had her orgasm and she felt an incredible satisfaction in her mind and body. She had just sexually conquered the mother of the hated outlaw. This was such a great prize for her because of who this victim was. She had a feeling that La Diabla would truly break mentally knowing her mother was sexually conquered. This woman was more important than Darby or Cheyenne. She moved her hand away from the clit and could see that liquid lust all over the mound. She loved the fact that she had such a strong orgasm. Now it was time to decimate her mentally and emotionally. She got closer to her face and could hear her whimpers, and her soft breathing. She knew she was still in the throes of her post orgasmic feelings and wanted to let her know who she belonged too. “Did that feel good? I bet it did. You did really good, Isabel. You are nice and creamy now hehehe You belong to me now.” she whispered.
Isabel opened her eyes and looked at Priscilla. She felt great shame because she knew what Priscilla said was true. She just gave up one of the most intimate things she could give someone, and she couldn’t stop her. She felt very emotional at the moment and great humiliation. Her eyes started to well up with tears and she really wished she could just go home. “Please…..let me go now….you…..you got me….” she mewled.
“You sound so sad. Hehehe you just had an orgasm. You should be happy! Ladies, make her happy a little bit. Tickle her feet softly please.” Priscilla instructed. She knew poor Isabel was destroyed and now she wanted to reinforce her dominion over her. She knew the body would be extra sensitive and her prisoner was about to lose her mind even more.
Maria heard that instruction and was very happy. She loved sucking the toes, but now she could have a little tickling fun. She started to lightly flutter the fingers of her left hand across the bottom of the left foot, and she felt the foot instantly wiggling around. That made her giggle, and she made sure she placed her fingers directly into that high arch. “Hehehehe she is so ticklish right now!” she called out.
Pilar grinned when she heard the tickling request and started to lightly stroke the tips of her fingers underneath the long toes. She felt them instantly scrunch together and now the foot was spastic. She chuckled to herself because Isabel was a lot more sensitive now. Any touch on her body would drive her crazy. “Hehehehe yes she is! Listen to her. She can’t handle this!” she grinned.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!! STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME!!! HAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” Isabel screamed as she felt those fingers softly touching the bottoms of her feet. The tickling was very intense, and it completely overwhelmed her exhausted body. She felt really sensitive, and those touches were driving her crazy. She looked at Priscilla and she saw that cold look with that evil smirk. She wanted to beg for mercy, and she didn’t care if her dignity was shredded. This was going above torture, and she was going to snap. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE MAKE THEM HAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOOPPP!!!! I BEG YOU!!! I BEG YOU!!!!” she screamed into her gag.
Priscilla loved hearing those delightful screams. She knew Isabel was suffering. She knew she had already broken her spirit. She just wanted to see her suffer some more. This woman needed to forever be broken and become a shell of herself. She needed her in that state in order for her plan for La Diabla to work. She saw the anguish on Isabel’s face. She saw her eyes rolling into the back of her head and heard those screams of ticklish terror. She felt so good within herself. She really enjoyed torturing her and she shuddered with excitement. Now, it was time to make this woman her servant and she giggled when she thought about what she was about to do. “Ok ladies, you can stop. I have a task for Isabel to do.” she commanded.
Isabel felt the fingers stop tickling her feet and she felt such a great sense of relief washing over her. She was in agony and grateful that it stopped. She started to weep as this was all too much for her. She didn’t want to fight anymore. She didn’t want to do anything to Priscilla that would make her torture her again. She knew she had lost her dignity, but at this point, she did not want to suffer anymore. She took a few moments to catch her breath and looked at that sadistic face. “Mercy…..mercy…..” she whimpered.
“You want mercy? Well, I want you to complete a task for me. You do this task and do it well, we can begin to let you go and send you to your new life.” Priscilla told her. She was very excited about what her next move was going to be and looked deep into Isabel’s eyes. She saw that fear in them. She saw that broken will. She thought about the outlaw and wished she was here to see what would happen next.
“Anything…..anything. Please…..I just….want to go home….” Isabel whimpered. She had no idea what Priscilla was about to do to her next, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to leave and be with her friends again back home. She could feel another streak of tears leave her eyes and she prayed that whatever this woman wanted, she would do it well.
“Hehehee good attitude! So, I want you to do ME a favor. I know we are still in the morning, but I am already a little tired. My feet are aching a bit. Torturing you is very hard work. So, what your task to do is to make my feet feel better. You are going to lick my feet and then suck my toes. Do a good job, and we will clean you up and get you out of here. Understand? Or we go back to tickling you and forcing another orgasm out of you.” Priscilla ordered. She saw the look of surprise on Isabel’s face, and she loved it. She thought back to the cavern in Santa Selena where she broke La Diabla’s spirit. The crowning achievement was when she forced the outlaw to suck her toes and worship her feet. It absolutely devastated La Diabla mentally, and now she wanted to do the same to her mother.
Isabel’s heart sank when she heard that request. She did not want to be treated like some slave and kiss this woman’s feet. That would be a humiliating thing to do, but the threat of being tortured again scared her to her core. Her body was on fire and any touch would send her into hysteria. She didn’t want to dare touch that woman’s feet, but she knew she had no choice. It was still unbelievable that it was even happening, but she had to do it. “Ok….” she responded and nodded her head.
“GOOD GIRL!!!!! I know you would be obedient. Hehehehe” Priscilla laughed then sat back on the table in between Isabel’s legs and started to put her left booted foot in the air. She decided she didn’t want to take off the boot herself, so she looked to her left and saw Pilar. “Hey, can you take my boot and sock off? I want to put my foot near her face so she can see what she is about to lick close up.” she requested.
Pilar was stunned over that request. She was going to take off Priscilla’s boot and sock and expose her bare foot. She had seen the foot before, but now she was going to get a good look at them. The thought of Isabel having to lick that foot and suck on the toes sounded very exciting. It was the ultimate way to finish off a victim and completely embarrass them. It made her think she should do the same to new sex slaves. She went over to where Priscilla’s foot was, which was directly over Isabel’s face, and she gripped the heel of the boot and started to tug on it. “Yes, it will be my pleasure.” she responded as she pulled on the boot.
Isabel looked on with terror in her eyes as she saw Pilar starting to slide the boot off of Priscilla’s left foot. She saw how the heel of the boot came off the heel and now it was sliding up the sole. She could not believe she was about to put that evil woman’s foot in her mouth. She knew she had no choice, but it was still horrifying. She saw the boot come off the foot and now that black socked foot was exposed. She could tell the foot was long and narrow and she wondered how she was going to survive this. She started to whimper even more when she saw the sock being peeled off. She saw the sock leave the heel and she could see the skin of the foot. The skin was creamy and now the arch was exposed. This woman’s foot was about to be exposed, and she had to actually give this woman some kind of pleasure.
Pilar continued to peel off the sock and she wanted to see the foot. It had been a while since she saw Priscilla’s feet and was excited to see them up close and in this situation. The sock came off the arch, then the ball of the foot and finally, she tugged it off the toes. She did a slight gasp as she saw the now naked foot of Priscilla Montenegro. From her vantage point, she could see the top of the foot. The foot was long and narrow with pale skin. The big toe was prominent, and the toes descended in length. The nails were trimmed and natural. It was a very nice-looking foot. She looked at the sole for a moment and saw that creamy skin. She wondered if that foot was ticklish. With all the tickling that has been going on lately, she wondered if Priscilla was ticklish too. She couldn’t find out herself or she would be the one strapped down on the table, naked, and tortured. She then looked at Priscilla’s face and smiled. “You have a very pretty foot. I like them.” she asked.
“Thank you! I try to keep my feet looking nice. A woman should take care of her feet. I want to feel her tongue and lips all over this foot of mine.” Priscilla responded. She knew she really tortured Isabel and now the final humiliation was upon them. “Ok, Isabel. Take care of my foot. Kiss my sole and then lick it. DO IT!!!” she declared and placed her foot right on Isabel’s face.
Isabel felt that warm foot touching her face, and she lost all of her dignity. This woman had just completely humiliated her and now was treating her like some animal. The skin was very soft and there wasn’t a bad smell to them. She wanted to bite that foot. She wanted Priscilla to feel pain and make her pay for this, but she was still tied down, exhausted and broken. She mustered the strength to start kissing the foot. She could taste the skin of the foot which was slightly salty, and she felt that burning shame within her soul. The foot moved up and down where she could kiss the heel, then the arch, then the ball of the foot and then on the undersides of those long toes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She took out her tongue and planted the top of the tongue on the heel and she felt the foot sliding downwards, which made her lick the heel, then into the arch, off the ball of the foot and then the undersides of the toes. She absolutely could not believe she licked this woman’s foot. It was such a shameful moment, and her body burned with embarrassment. She licked the foot again and she heard a slight giggle. Her tongue got to the toes, she felt the wiggling a little and she heard a slight giggle again.
“Hehehe that kind of tickles. Your tongue feels really nice there, Isabel. You are really good at licking feet, aren’t you? You must do this quite often. Hehehe” Priscilla taunted as she felt that tongue licking the bottom of her foot. She felt a little ticklish at the moment and she had to compose herself. She wanted to portray how powerful she was and not as ticklish as her victims. She knew a cute little admission of being ticklish would drive her victims crazy, but it was still about dominating them.
Pilar heard that ticklish admission and she swooned. Knowing that Priscilla was ticklish was very exciting. She looked at Isabel licking the sole of that foot and in a way, she wanted to do the same. She wanted to make Priscilla giggle and service her. She noticed that the toes would wiggle a lot when Isabel’s tongue went underneath them. She looked over at Maria who had a look of awe on her face. It truly was an amazing sight and felt even more proud to be associated with this very powerful woman.
Isabel continued to lick the bottom of that left foot and she never had been so humiliated in her life. This entire moment just kept getting worse. She wondered when it would all stop. She also had great fear. Priscilla talked about her new life, and she had no idea what that even meant. As her tongue continued to taste that skin, she felt fear about what her eventual fate would be.
“Such a good foot licker. Hehehe Ok, Isabel. You can suck on my toes. Do a good job or we will tickle your toes.” Priscilla commanded. She then placed her left big toe on Isabel’s lips and she felt the digit go inside that very warm mouth. She felt a tingling sensation throughout her body as her victim started to suck on her toe. She felt so incredible and so powerful at the moment. She actually got both mother and daughter to suck her toes in submission to her. She then felt her index toe getting sucked on and she allowed her head to drop backwards and enjoy the sensation. She remembered when La Diabla sucked her toes, and the outlaw did such a great job that she was very turned on from it. She started to feel that way right now with Isabel sucking on her toes and she swooned.
Maria watched the toe sucking and she felt incredibly horny. The way Isabel’s lips wrapped around those toes was very erotic and she loved the scene. She felt her own nipples throbbing and wished she could play with herself. All this tickle torturing of these women was getting more and more erotic to her. She couldn’t believe she was getting so turned on by it, but it was how everything unfolded itself. She then saw Isabel sucking on the baby toe and heard that slurping sound. It was an amazing sight to see how Priscilla truly dominated this woman.
Priscilla moaned in pleasure once all her toes were sucked. She then moved her left foot away and stared at her toes. They were glistening with saliva, and she loved how well Isabel did. She then moved her left foot away and then lifted her right foot up. It was time to have those toys sucked on, and she looked at Maria. “Hey, take off my boot and sock so she can suck on these toes.” she instructed.
Isabel felt terrible that she had just sucked this evil woman’s toes. It was so humiliating and so degrading for her. The worse part about it was that she knew she had to do it. There was no way she would be able to withstand another round of tickle torture. She felt the foot move away and her eyes were closed. She prayed her ordeal was over and she could just be away from this embarrassing moment. Then she heard Priscilla telling someone to take off her right foot and she started to whimper. It meant that she had to suck toes again and kiss the naked foot of the woman who destroyed her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the right boot being taken off. She saw that socked foot and knew it would soon be on her face. The sock started to peel off the heel, then the arch was exposed. Her eyes were fixated on that creamy skin and soon, the toes were exposed. She felt tears welling up in her eyes again as the newly naked foot was now approaching her face.
Priscilla wiggled her toes in the air and then moved her foot downwards and planted her foot on Isabel’s face. She loved how warm that face felt on the bottom of her foot, and it was time to finish the humiliation of this woman. “Ok, start kissing and licking. You know what to do.” she instructed.
Maria was still holding the empty right boot and the sock in her hands. She saw how Priscilla planted her foot on Isabel’s face and gave that command. It was such a great sight to see how powerful Priscilla was. This was true domination of another person. She wondered how powerful she was. Could she break anyone and if she did, she hoped she was there. She saw Isabel kissing that foot with such tender care. She then saw that tongue come out and she gave that foot a tongue bath. She could hear the soft cries from the prisoner and some giggles from Priscilla. Knowing that Priscilla was ticklish was such an interesting bit of information. She liked the sounds of her soft giggles and thought it was very cute. She then watched as the right big toe went inside Isabel’s mouth and the poor woman started to suck on that toe.
Isabel had Priscilla’s toe in her mouth, and she sucked on it. Her body filled with shame as she continued to suckle on the digit. She prayed this would end. She didn’t want to do this anymore. She felt the big toe slip out of her mouth and then the index toe went inside. A tear finally came out of her left eye, and she wanted to cry a lot. This degradation of her was too much and she got really emotional. She still continued to suck each of the toes and when she got to the baby one, she sucked as hard as she could and even made a suckling sound.
“hehehe ok!!! That is enough of sucking my toes.” Priscilla giggled as she felt a very strong ticklish sensation after her baby toe was sucked very hard. She then looked at all ten toes and loved how they glistened. She finally had her moment. She broke Isabel and made her fully submit. She wanted to scream in excitement, but since her two minions were here, she wanted to maintain her composure. She wanted to show them how you dominate another woman and now she was going to expect them to do the same to the new sex slaves. She then turned her body and moved her feet away. They were dangling over the edge of the table, and she took her socks and her boots back from Pilar and Maria. It was time to finish up in here and move on to the next phase of her plan. “That was fun! Hehehe” she laughed.
Pilar clapped her hands and had a huge smile. She loved the destructive way they dominated Isabel and felt even more motivated to be a part of the new sex trafficking ring. She watched as Priscilla got off the table and stood there proud. Her eyes went to Isabel’s face, and she saw total defeat on it. She smiled and then looked back at Priscilla. “We got her good! Now, what will we do with her?” she asked.
“Now it is time for the next phase of the plan. Let’s clean her up first. Her pussy is a mess with all her juices, and she looks sweaty. Put her clothes back on and make her look decent. We will take her back to our room for the moment. Then we will go to that building where we first tried to lure La Diabla and her bitch friend. That is where I want to meet someone. That is where Isabel will be crucial in getting me what I want.” Priscilla ordered. She crossed her arms and looked at her two minions. Now was the time to get moving and she could finally start to get her revenge.
“Yes, ma’am! We will take care of Isabel. By the way, what is the plan? After we get her back to our room, what will we do?” Pilar asked. She started to untie Isabel’s wrists and wondered what the next move was going to be.
“Very simple. Once we get her set up in the room, I will write a letter. I will send it to the one person that wants to see her alive and ok. This one person will do anything I say if she ever wants to see this pathetic old bitch ever again. I think it will be time for me and La Diabla to have a meeting again. Hehehehe That bitch will be under my control.” Priscilla said with an evil laugh. She felt extra excited now that she would get over on the outlaw. It was about that time to make her greatest rival suffer like no other time. She watched with joy as she saw both Maria and Pilar untying Isabel and cleaning her up. She watched as they started to get her clothes back on. She could see how much of a mess she was and loved it. there was no resistance from her. There was no complaining. Only some soft crying and absolute submission. Once they got her clothes back on, she looked at her minions and smiled. “Good job, ladies. Ok, when I write my demand letter, I have a contact here in this town. He will deliver that letter to someone that knows the evil bitch. I certainly hope she is still around, or she will never see her mother again…..” she said, then rubbed her hands.
IN PLOTSVILLE
Darby walked through the town of Plotsville and she felt good. It was a smooth day, and she was hopeful about the upcoming festival. The mayor had laid out all the events that he and Catherine LaSalle planned. Sheriff Dickerson had a great meeting with all the deputies and went over the security plan. They also wanted to vet the incoming vendors to make sure nothing illegal would happen and to keep the town safe. The one thing that worried Darby was that thief that went around tying up women, tickling them and stealing their jewelry. Now that word got out a lot of women expressed concern over their safety. She had just finished speaking with a woman who had a lot of fear, and she couldn’t sleep at night. Darby did her best to comfort her and told her they would find out who it was and bring them to justice. She then looked over at her apprentice who was walking with her. She knew how many challenges Becky was facing and had to keep encouraging her. Once they solved the thief crime spree, perhaps that would get Becky to feel confident again. “Hey Becky, want to stop by The Thirsty Cowboy?” she asked, hoping to go see their friends Mandy and Mia there.
Becky smiled at her mentor when she heard that offer. She was having a much better day, and she was at the meeting with Sheriff Dickerson, and all the deputies. She liked the security plan they laid out, even though she had to remain at the Sheriff’s station. She really wished they could find the Tickling Thief because she was also with Darby when a female citizen approached them and talked about how concerned she was about the thief. She couldn’t blame her because the thief was very good at torturing their victims. She wondered who this thief was and once they captured them, she wanted to do the unmasking herself. She nodded her head at Darby, and she wanted to go by the most popular bar in town. “Sure, let’s go! I would love to go see Mia and Mand----” she tried to say.
“DEPUTY DARBY REEVES!!!!! I need to talk to you for a moment!” a voice yelled out.
Darby stopped in her tracks and looked over in the direction of the voice. She then made eye contact with the person, and she had to put on her poker face. It was none other than Donna Prescott. The woman walked with a purpose towards her, and she wondered what she was going to yell about now. She was also very concerned with Donna approaching because Becky was with her at the moment. She knew how much Donna detested her apprentice and she had to prepare to defend Becky. “Donna Prescott. What can I do for you today?” she asked as the woman was now in front of her.
Donna Prescott could feel her anger rising as she approached Darby. She got even angrier when she saw who was next to Darby. She really had a lot of anger towards Becky, and she really wanted that young woman to suffer. She looked at Becky and held her nose in the air. Then she looked at Darby and it was time to voice her opinions. “I want an update, and I want it NOW!!!! Did you find my father’s ruby?” she asked in a very strong tone.
Darby heard the tone in Donna’s voice, and she had to remain calm. She knew this woman wanted to argue and she just could not let that happen. She knew that by finally catching the thief, they would find that precious jewel and they could at least have a moment of peace from Donna. “Not yet. We are still investigating and----” she tried to explain.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE STILL INVESTIGATING???? HOW COME YOU HAVEN’T SOLVED IT YET? I thought you and the rest of the deputies were competent!” Donna yelled. She felt nervous because her parents were returning soon, and she didn’t want to tell them that the prized jewel was gone. She then looked over at Becky and her anger grew again. “AND YOU!!!! Have you been fired yet? This is all YOUR fault!” she yelled.
Becky heard the harsh words and it hurt her feelings. Donna was determined to make her lose her job and crush her dreams of ever being a deputy. She knew she couldn’t yell back at the woman, and she felt horrible. It was because of her own failure to protect her the jewel. “We are tryin’ our best….” she said in a soft voice.
Darby saw Donna now yelling at Becky and it got her angry. She hated the fact she kept making Becky feel terrible and she was not going to put up with it any longer. Donna was a citizen of Plotsville, but she was not going to berate them and treat them harshly. “DONNA PRESCOTT!!!! I have had about enough of your mean words towards muh apprentice! Listen, and listen good! She tried her best to protect you. She works hard and she has a lot of talent. If I recall, it was not HER that revealed the location of the ruby, it was YOU!!! So, if you want to be angry at anyone, it should be YOU angry at YOURSELF! We are still investigating and once we find that thief, we will get your ruby back! Now, I want ya to go back to your home and relax. Do not talk to me or muh apprentice like that again. You are not going to disrespect us!” she yelled in a very strong tone of voice.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she heard Darby’s yelling back at her. It stunned her that she was talked to in that way. She looked around and saw a few passersby looking at them and she felt a little embarrassed. “Well, I never! You don’t have to yell at me!” she shot back.
“I apologize for muh tone of voice, but you are getting really disrespectful right now and I am not going to tolerate it. We are doing our very best to find that jewel and the valuables of everyone else as well.” Darby continued. She felt her adrenaline flowing and started to calm herself down. She did see some people walking by looking at them and she did not want to make a huge scene.
“Fine! Please find that rotten thief soon, so I can get that jewel back.” Donna replied in a huff. She looked at Becky and wanted to say something mean, but she held back because she did not want to have Darby chastise her again in public. She then looked back at Darby and wanted to tell her something else that was bothering her as well. “Ok, fine. I hope you solve it. Now, I have another complaint. That burlesque show is really evil. Why have they not been closed down! You know me and other women of fine society feel that place has brought a lot of crime because those *****s in there are selling sex! You know they are! When will that place get shut down and when will they go away?” she asked.
Darby shook her head because this woman did nothing but complain. She looked at her and she did make a good point about the burlesque bar. That show brought a lot of men to it and a lot of them were not civilized men. She knew there were a lot of citizens that voiced their displeasure about the show and there was a movement to shut them down. She didn’t mind the show, but it did bring a lot of controversy to Plotsville. “I understand you do not like that show., However, they do have a valid permit, and the mayor approved it. So, perhaps you should speak to him about your concerns. Unless they commit actual crimes, with proof, then I can’t do anything. Muh hands are tied.” she explained.
“Your hands are tied? Hmpf! Well, I guess I better go to Mayor Hickenbottom AGAIN and voice my displeasure. I can promise that you have not heard the last of me! Have a good day!” Donna yelled, then left in a huff. She thought about the many times she went to visit the mayor about that show and each time he kept telling her that without any evidence of them doing something illegal, they were free to operate their business. She walked away and when she saw some man staring at her, she stuck her nose in the air and walked faster. “What are you looking at?” she said with a lot of attitude in her voice.
“I swear, that woman just won’t stop.” Darby said as she saw Donna walking away. She looked over at Becky who had a look of sadness on her face. She knew just how much Donna stressed her out and she wanted to keep her spirits up. “Are you ok?” she asked.
Becky watched Donna walk away and she felt relieved. She hated the way she felt whenever she encountered Donna and now that she was gone, she could relax a little. “Why can’t she just relax? She is always so angry. I wish I did a better job when I was at her house.” she said softly.
“Becky, try not to worry about her. As you can tell, she likes to run her mouth a lot. We should remain focused on finding that thief and give that insane woman her ruby back. I am sure we will solve the case.” Darby told her. She then placed her right hand on Becky’s left shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze of comfort.
“I hope so. She keeps trying to get me fired. Thank ya for defendin’ me. That was nice of ya.” Becky responded as she looked at Darby. She had so much love and admiration for her mentor and was grateful that she stuck up for her.
“I meant every word of what I said about you. You have great talent, and it is just a matter of time when you become a deputy. I have and will always be proud of you. Don’t let her get you down, ok? Let me see that smile again.” Darby said then she smiled. She wanted to get Becky in a good mood, so they could enjoy the rest of the day.
“Thanks, but it is kind of hard. She kinda makes muh mood go bad. I will try to smile for ya though. We will solve the case.” Becky responded, then had a halfhearted smile. All her interactions with Donna were stressful and she wanted to try and stop thinking about her. She was also sad that Donna called the dancers at the burlesque show a bunch of *s. She had some feelings for Rita and her being called a * bothered her a lot.
“Hehehe That is a good try at smiling. How about this? We can always go to Gertrude’s house, and she could tickle your feet. That will perk you up in no time!” Darby joked. She thought about how much Gertrude loved tickling women’s feet and hoped that would make Becky lighten up a little as they finished the patrol.
“Hehehe No!!! I mean, I really like Gertrude, but she really knows how to tickle muh feet! She would have me laughin’ forever. Hehehe We could always have her tickle yours.” Becky said with a silly smile. The thought of having her feet tickled by Gertrude did make her laugh because that woman definitely knew how to bring out the intense ticklish feelings in someone.
“I think we should pass them. Gertrude would tickle our feet all night long if she could. Hehehehe Well, I got you smiling again. Let’s go to the Thirsty Cowboy and see our friends.” Darby said with a large smile. She was happy that Becky seemed a bit happier and now they could try and finish the day on a good note. It was close to noon, and they still had some work to do.
Sylvia made her way to the abandoned building on the newly purchased land by Agatha Walden, Phoebe Wellington’s bitter rival. She arrived by a horse drawn wagon and she was not alone. She had company with her, and this was her moment to explain everything. She was still feeling good about catching the notorious tickling thief in Plotsville and discovering who the thief was. It was Ingrid, who was a dancer at Madam Broussard’s Burlesque show. She tormented the small woman and forced her to reveal the criminal ring that Marge Broussard was running underground to her burlesque show. It was perfect because she had to find someone to help control and watch over the new sex slaves. It was time to set up the location and she would contact Priscilla Montenegro very soon. She wanted to tell her that the location was ready, and they could start kidnapping hapless women. Knowing that Marge Broussard was running a criminal ring, and the thief stole so many jewels from the women of Plotsville, she used it to her advantage and enlisted their help in taking care of the sex slaves at this building. She told them that they would be paid handsomely and that it was good business. Marge had agreed and now she wanted to take them to this location and help them prepare for their new roles. She walked up to the building door and looked around. The building itself was a storage facility. When she inspected it earlier, she saw many stalls that horses, cattle and even products such as hay and vegetables could be stored. There were also many storerooms that could be used to torture the sex slaves and also keep them inside. It was very far away from the main buildings on the land. It was also next to a small house where farm workers could stay over if they had to. Sylvia turned around and looked at who accompanied her. She saw Marge Broussard, Rita Wade, Ingrid and Diane. They looked around the place with awe and it was time to orient them. “Welcome to this location. Now, let’s go inside and I will show you around.
Rita looked around and saw just how far away this building was from the main ones on the plot of land. This place looked very isolated, and she felt a little nervous. She was excited about making a lot of money, but to be involved in sex trafficking was very risky. She knew why they had to do it, but she still was very nervous. She looked around this storage facility and saw the different stalls and then the storerooms. She listened to Sylvia explain how each room could be used, but it would be up to them. She figured that they could dominate the new sex slaves by using the same method they used on people they wanted to rob. Have them drink a special potion to increase their sensitivity, then tickle them silly and sexually conquer them. It was a new adventure, and she prayed it worked out. “Interesting place. So, we would hold these women here? How long would they be in this place?” she asked.
“They would be in here until the auction is to take place. My business partner, Priscilla Montenegro, will be in charge of that. She is very aware that the new slaves won’t be held here for that long. That runs the risk of being caught. So, when she organizes a time to sell the slaves, we will notify you, and we can start kidnapping the ladies, bring them here, torture them to break their will, then prepare them to be sold. My guess is perhaps two to three days max of captivity, then we leave and wait for the next go around. So, you do not have to worry about your business suffering, Marge. You can schedule the dancers any way you like.” Sylvia explained. She started to feel more confident that this business was going to work out for Christos and Priscilla. Now that they were going into details, she did like how these burlesque dancers were paying close attention. Everything had to be perfect, or they all risked jail time if caught.
“That sounds simple enough. We do need to make sure we are not caught. It is also good that we don’t have to be here for days. I like this plan. How often will we get paid for our assistance?” Marge asked. She found the facility impressive and also felt a little nervous. She robbed people but never tried to get them to be sex slaves before. This level of crime was much greater than anything she ever participated in. It was going to be a challenge but could also bring a lot of fun.
“Well, we will pay a little upfront. However, once the slaves are sold, you will get a percentage of those sales. Let me speak with my partner Priscilla. I want to give you some money now, like a down payment of sorts. Also, whatever you do, do not get caught over here. Stay away from the main buildings. The woman that owns this land is aware I will be working in here, but she was instructed to never come by for her own sake. Understood?” Sylvia asked. She figured these women should get some form of payment at the moment so that they knew this operation was true. They were not part of the original plan, so she had to make sure they were still willing to do it. The blackmail she had over them wasn’t guaranteed so she had to motivate them as well.
“Perfect. Ok, now that we have seen this place, what is next for us?” Marge asked. She was ready for the first sex slave to be kidnapped, so they could get paid and have some erotic fun while they were at it.
“You can head back to Plotsville. However, I want Ingrid to stay with me for a moment. I have a job I need to take care of, and I could use her skills.” Sylvia responded, then had a sinister smile. She remembered a favor she wanted to do for Agatha and Ingrid’s abilities combined with hers would make this job much easier.
Ingrid looked surprised when she heard that she was needed for a job. She was still stunned she was going to partner with the same woman who captured her, unmasked her and made her submit to her. Even though she failed miserably, it could turn out to be a good thing since she and the other dancers were going to be paid a lot more. She was intrigued by the sex trafficking ring because the more she broke into women’s homes, the more she wanted to play with them in a teasing, sexual manner. She looked at Marge, who looked right back at her with a smile. “Am I ok to go with her?” she asked softly.
Marge was curious what the job was going to be. She looked at Sylvia and knew she meant business. She was also thrilled that she could get an advanced payment and looked forward to the first sex slave. “Sure, you can go with her. Should we wait here for the two of you to return? Are you bringing in a new sex slave?” she asked.
“For this job, no. The target I have in mind is too high value and if she goes missing, it will cause a great problem for this operation. If she was taken, it would be having us leave the country. This target in particular is a nuisance to the woman who owns this land, and I want to teach her a lesson. That’s where Ingrid can help me. We both have skills to capture her and have our way with her. She will learn a very hard lesson. The woman I have in mind is…..Phoebe Wellington.” Sylvia said with a grin. She remembered speaking with Agatha and how that woman wanted Phoebe to suffer. Now that she had Ingrid on her side, they could go kidnap Phoebe and torment her like she did with the maid, Kylie Rockford. She knew kidnapping Phoebe would require leaving for Mexico, so she just wanted to torture her and leave her in misery. It would have been good to make that rich woman a sex slave, but for now, she was just going to be humiliated. She could not wait for that moment to happen.
La Diabla rode her horse and approached the Toscano farm. She was feeling good. It was a warm day and after their successful time in Ciudad Azteca, she looked forward to spending some time with Cheyenne and Molly here on Bella’s farm. She wanted to just relax and enjoy herself before they headed back to California and spend the rest of the summer together. She had Gabby riding her horse on her left side and Veronica riding her horse on her right side. She wished she had her own horse, Tesoro, with her, but he was back at the Elu tribe. She road onto the farmland and made it to the stables. She saw the workers approaching and then dismounted her horse. She saw both Gabby and Veronica looking at her and then they started to walk back to the house. “It feels good to be back here. I bet Bella has some good food cooking too.” she said with a grin.
“Yes, it is good to be here. Good idea of having to spend some time here. It is so peaceful here and we can also count our money again. Hahahaha We really did have a great time in Ciudad Azteca. Hey, are you going to tell Bella about Gianna? Hehehe” Gabby teased. She loved trying to make La Diabla react to the things she said and have some fun. She had a feeling there was something between Bella and the outlaw, but there was also something with La Diabla and others too. After spending that night with her and having sex with her and the love of her life, she knew other women would love La Diabla as well. Right now, Gianna was the hot topic, and she loved the look in La Diabla’s face.
“Gabby! Do you really have to bring up Gianna’s name? Let that go. What happens in Ciudad Azteca, stays in Ciudad Azteca.” La Diabla responded with an exasperated grin. These two friends of hers constantly teased her about the barmaid from that town. She liked Gianna, but she knew she had to move on from that affair.
“Hehehe you are so cute. Every time we mention her name; you get all cute!” Veronica teased. She loved teasing the outlaw as well. She really loved the bond they all had and spending these next few days was going to be a lot of fun.
“Can you two please stop bringing her up? Hehehee Don’t tell Cheyenne and Molly please. They think highly of me and you two will make me look like I sleep with everyone.” La Diabla said with a smile. She loved them both dearly, but she wanted to protect her image in front of Cheyenne especially. It was such a weird feeling because everyone knew she was a dangerous outlaw and did unspeakable things in her life. Yet for her, it was very important that Cheyenne thought highly of her. She loved how Cheyenne viewed her, and she wanted to at least try to maintain her “nice side” to her.
“Ok, ok. We won’t tease you in front of Cheyenne. We won’t even tease you in front of Bella. I got a feeling she might get jealous. Hehehe” Gabby joked. She continued to walk next to La Diabla, and they approached the house. She was the first one to the front door and she knocked. The door opened up and she saw Ana the maid. “Ana!!!” she shouted with happiness.
“Gabby? Veronica? La Diabla! You are all back! Come in, come in!” Ana said as she opened the door and the ladies came in. She always loved interacting with them, especially Gabby and Veronica. The times she spent with them were always amazing and she hoped they could do it again. The thought of playing with them when all these other guests here really excited her. “I take it your time away was good? Anything exciting?” she asked.
“You can say that. Hehehe Ciudad Azteca was very exciting actually. We had a good time, but now it is time to relax. It has been a long journey.” La Diabla replied. She walked further inside the house and then she saw someone approaching her quickly. She couldn’t help but smile as she saw who it was. Then she stood still and braced herself, by splitting her legs a little and trying to maintain balance. The person headed to her and then welcomed her with a bone crushing hug. “Cheyenne! So good to see you!” she said.
“YOU’RE BACK!!!!” Cheyenne screamed as she hugged La Diabla. She was very happy to see her friend again and couldn’t wait to hear stories. She let go of the hug and saw that happy face. She then saw Molly come into the living room and she smiled again. “Molly! They’re back!” she told her.
“Good to see you Qalataqa!” Molly said, then waved. She knew La Diabla went by many names, but figured she would use the name that Cheyenne referred to her as. She saw the other ladies enter and she waved back at them. “Good to see you as well Gabby and Veronica! How was Ciudad Azteca?” she asked.
“Molly, it was FUN!!! We had a great time there. The town was having their fiesta, and it was such great fun. La Diabla definitely had a good time. We made some new friends and….” Gabby started to say.
“HEY!!!! Don’t tell them stories just yet….” La Diabla told her with a gritted smile. She had a feeling that Gabby was about to blurt out Gianna’s name again. She loved Gabby but had to make sure she didn’t go into too many details.
“hehehe oh yeah, I will let her tell you the stories.” Gabby said, and realized she almost blurted out Gianna’s name. She then headed towards the couches and sat down. She saw everyone else sitting down and she started to relax. Then she saw Bella enter the room and she smiled. “Bella! So good to see you too!” she called out.
Bella walked into the living room and was very happy to see La Diabla, Gabby and Veronica. She always enjoyed their presence, and she wanted to be around them as much as possible. She waved to everyone and then took a seat across from La Diabla. She saw Cheyenne next to the outlaw and wished she was there. She still had those romantic feelings for her, but she had to control them because La Diabla’s heart belonged to someone else. “So, you know we want to hear all about Ciudad Azteca, so tell us stories please. Hehehehe” she giggled.
“Well……. first, they have this HUGE fiesta going on. There are people everywhere. There is lots of food and drinks. Many bands were playing, and people were dancing. Even the mayor had an event at his home, and it was pretty wild.” La Diabla started to tell the story. She figured she had to be the lead storyteller before her two friends would blurt out stuff not meant to be said. They did rob a woman, tortured her and then went through their own trauma when Veronica was kidnapped. Knowing that Priscilla Montenegro was behind it really angered her. She wished she could just eliminate Priscilla off the planet, but she needed an army to do so. She continued to tell stories and Veronica and Gabby would interject with a few things. It was a great time being around these ladies and she started to hear her stomach growling. It was past noon, and she wanted to eat soon. “I think next year; we should all go to Ciudad Azteca and have a great time!” she said.
Bella loved listening to La Diabla speak. She loved the way she would tell stories. The way her voice inflicted and imitated voices. She stared at the beautiful face and wished she could kiss her again. She knew La Diabla was in love with Darby, but she still had some feelings for her. She then saw the others now engaging in conversation and she loved it. She always wanted her guests to be comfortable and have a good time. She then stood up and excused herself. She wanted to go check on lunch that was being prepared. She knew everyone had to be hungry at this point. She left the room and then she heard a knock at the door. She figured she was up, so she might as well answer it herself. She opened the door and saw one of her farm workers standing there. He looked tired as he was working in the fields all morning. The workers didn’t usually come to the house, so there must have been something wrong. She hoped she didn’t have to go out to the fields and help resolve any issues. She just wanted to stay inside and relax. “Hello Pablo! What’s going on? Is everything ok?” she asked.
“Si, Senora! Everything is ok. I just wanted to drop this off. Some man came by the fields and asked if this was the Toscano farm. When I told him it was, he said he had a letter to deliver. It was weird. He said it was for one of your guests. Here is the letter.” Pable told her, then handed over the letter.
“Hmmm….ok. Maybe someone knew a guest might be here. Thank you, Pablo. Oh, and get some refreshing water. Tell everyone they can have a break. I know you are all working so hard out there.” Bella told him. She saw him walk away and she closed the door. She looked at the envelope and saw two letters on it. They read: “L. D.”. She wondered what that was about and then remembered what Pablo told her. The letter was intended for a guest, and it dawned on her. It must have been for La Diabla. That stunned her because no one knew the outlaw would be there. She got a little nervous and figured she better deliver this envelope to the outlaw and hope everything was ok. Bella went back to the living room and heard all the laughter and the chatter inside the room. She approached La Diabla and smiled. “Hey, Salem. Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?” she asked softly.
La Diabla finished laughing over a joke Gabby said and saw Bella standing there, motioning her hand and hearing her request to have a chat. She looked at her friends and told them she would return. She stood up and then walked away with Bella into the hallway. “Hey, what did you want to talk about?” she asked with a smile.
“First question, did you tell anyone that you were here?” Bella asked. It was really odd that someone knew the outlaw would be here and she prayed it was not going to put anyone in danger.
“Um, nooooo. Except for Darby, Phoebe and the others. They knew me, Cheyenne and Molly were coming here. Why do you ask?” La Diabla asked in return. She could see the nervous look on Bella’s face and wondered what was happening.
“Oh, that’s right! You did spend time with Darby in Plotsville. Whew!” Bella said. She figured that the letter must have been from someone at the reunion, which could also be Darby. It would make sense for the letter to be addressed as “L.D.” since they couldn’t exactly write the name all the way out. But then she thought about something. There was no return address on the letter and if it was someone they knew, they would surely put their names on it.
“Hehehe why do you sound so relieved? Bella, what’s going on?” La Diabla asked. She saw a look of relief on Bella’s face, and she wondered what was happening.
“Well, the strangest thing. I got this letter, and it has your initials on it. Well, the initials of the moniker you go by. Here.” Bella answered, then handed over the letter to La Diabla.
La Diabla took the letter from Bella’s hand and looked over it. It did have the initials on it, and she was very curious. She noticed there was no name or return address on the envelope either. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she opened the envelope up. She took out the letter and smiled at Bella. “Let’s see what it says….” she said, then started to read the contents.
Hello you bitch!
Surprised? Yes, it is me. Your greatest nightmare. I hope you are having a great time right now. I am hoping that you are at the Toscano farm. If not, then you will regret not being there. Anyway, you are probably wondering what this letter is all about. It is about my revenge! I hate you. I mean, I really hate you and I am determined to destroy you once and for all. Now before you get angry and throw this away, I highly suggest you keep reading it. Some very important details are in this letter.
I want YOU to come to see me in Ciudad Azteca. I have a business proposition for you. It is time you worked for me. I could use your skills to good use. You ruined my business before and now you will help me grow it again. I am guessing you will refuse, but I am warning you. I have your heart right now. If I do not see you tonight around 8pm at the same place you were instructed to first meet my courier regarding Veronica, then you will never see your heart again. I can’t wait to show you what I have of yours. It will be beautiful. I am sure those idiots you call friends will be with you, but once we meet, it better be just you. I got you, La Diabla. I really got you. You will finally pay the price for what you did to me. See you soon you filthy *****!
With hatred,
Priscilla Montenegro
Your boss
La Diabla’s jaw dropped when she read that letter. It was from her greatest rival, and she immediately got angry. She thought she got the better of Priscilla when she rescued Veronica and managed to keep the diamond away from her and gave it to the gangster Eduardo Martinez. Reading those words really bothered her. She could hear Priscilla’s voice in the choice of words and now her anger started to rise. She wondered what she meant by “her heart”. The way the letter read, it was a threat. There was something that Priscilla had that she must have cared about. She tried to wonder what it all meant. She wondered if it was someone she loved. But Cheyenne was here, as well as her friends. She tried to wrack her mind thinking about what the heck Priscilla was talking about. “What the hell?” she said in shock.
Bella saw La Diabla’s eyes as she read the letter. She could tell there was something inside that letter that was making her react. She wanted to know what the letter said so that perhaps she could help her. “What’s wrong? What did the letter say?” she asked.
“It’s from Priscilla Montenegro. That bitch somehow knew I would be here. It must have been when she saw us in Ciudad Del Reina. She knows I know you. Dammit. What does this crazy bitch want?” La Diabla reacted. She kept wondering what was meant by the threat. She then started to walk back to the living room, reading the letter over and over. She walked into the room and could hear the cheerful banter that was happening. She had a stunned look on her face, and she looked around and everyone she cared about was in this room. She started to wonder if “her heart” was Darby! She remembered how much Priscilla hated Darby as well. That made her fearful that her lover may have been captured. That would definitely affect her and now she knew what she had to do.
“Hey, what’s bothering you? You look like you saw a ghost.” Veronica said with a smile. She saw La Diabla walk back into the room, and she had a stunned look on her face. She saw Bella next to her and she wondered what was going on.
La Diabla heard Veronica’s voice and looked towards her. Now she saw everyone looking at her and she knew she had to maintain her composure. She saw Cheyenne looking at her and her heart dropped. She had to maintain her composure for her sake. She felt that she could not tell Cheyenne what was wrong because she would have to say Priscilla’s name. She remembered how traumatized Cheyenne was from that woman and she did not want to make her fearful or sad again. She was having a great vacation and the last thing she wanted her to think about was the woman who nearly destroyed her. She then put on a fake smile and walked over to the group. “Aw nothing. I was just daydreaming. Hehehe Everyone ready for lunch?” she asked.
Bella wondered why La Diabla didn’t mention the letter to the group and figured she better maintain her own silence about it. There had to be good reason to not mention Priscilla and then she saw Cheyenne. She wondered if the outlaw was protecting her because she remembered the story of what happened in Santa Selena with Priscilla and Cheyenne. She figured it was a good time for lunch, and she clapped her hands. “Yes, is everyone ready for lunch?” she asked.
La Diabla looked at Bella and gave her a knowing head nod. She felt grateful that she did not say Priscilla’s name in front of Cheyenne or Molly. She knew she had to talk to Verinica and Gabby and let them know she had to go to Ciudad Azteca again. Priscilla went through a lot of trouble to find her, and she had to go see what that evil woman wanted. She knew if she ignored her, it was going to come back to her, and she would probably regret it. She felt her heart racing wondering if Priscilla somehow kidnapped Darby. That was another reason for her to go see Priscilla. She saw everyone getting up and heading towards the dining room. When Gabby and Veronica got close, she whispered to them. “Hey, I have to talk to the two of you. Looks like we have to go back to Ciudad Azteca tonight.” she told them.
“What? Why? What’s going on?” Gabby asked. She had a feeling that since La Diabla was whispering, something major must have happened. She felt her own heart starting to beat faster because it was probably something very important.
“Let’s go eat first, then when we are alone, I will tell you.” La Diabla whispered back. She knew these two would definitely be with her, and she had to bring them because she did not trust Priscilla at all. She sat down at the dining table and looked at the food. Her appetite dissipated because she wondered what that letter was all about. She knew that whatever it was about, it was not going to be good for her. The fact that Priscilla said she would be her boss was enough for her to have major concerns. She took a bite of her food and prayed that whatever it was, it was something she could overcome and put an end to Priscilla once and for all.
UP NEXT: Sylvia pays Phoebe a visit!
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? I feel terrible for Isabel. She suffered so much because of Priscilla's insatiable desire for revenge. The story is really starting to go forward and the others in this saga will start to get involved. It will be one hell of a journey for all involved! Thank you for your support. Your comments are most appreciated and encouraged!
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PART 2
Isabel felt the fingers leave her toes and a huge tidal wave of relief washed over her body. The intensity of the tickling was very overwhelming, and she needed that break. Air came back into her lungs, and she never felt so happy to breathe again. Her chest was heaving up and down and she could feel not just tears, but beads of sweat trickling down her face. She knew she must have looked like a complete mess, but that didn’t matter. What mattered to her was the evil tickling stopped and now she could breathe again. She could feel her joints aching because of all the thrashing she did in her bondage. She felt her body desperately trying to recover and she just lay there. Her eyes were still closed and she just wanted to catch her breath. She could hear some talking in the background, but she didn’t pay attention to what was being said. She just wanted to recover. She wanted to rest and get some of her sanity back. These women were now at the precipice of her completely surrendering and that also brought fear to her mind. She knew they were tormenting her because she was the mother of La Diabla, but now she wondered what was going to happen with her in the future. Would they let her go? Would they keep her trapped forever and torture her? Those thoughts continued to go through her mind, and she prayed this nightmare could be over. “Mercy……mercy……no more……no more…..” she wheezed as she tried her best to recover.
Priscilla heard those soft words, and she went from the foot of the table and walked near the head of the table. She looked down at Isabel’s very tired face and smiled. She could see the exhaustion really etched all over that pretty face and she had her victim right where she wanted her. She loved that sweaty look and that heavy breathing. She started to giggle to herself because she knew it was just a matter of time before poor Isabel was a complete broken mess. She placed her face in Isabel’s and grinned. “You know, you look like shit right now. Hahahaha You are so sweaty!” she taunted.
Isabel heard those words and slowly opened her eyes. She saw Priscilla’s demented face right in hers and she hated this moment. She knew she must have looked like a mess and now this woman was going to insult her. Her body still ached a little and she was exhausted already. She just kept sucking in deep breaths and very strong exhales. Her body temperature was skyrocketing, and she hoped she could get cooled down. Getting splashed with water sounded nice and she now started to recognize her mouth was a little dry. She started to groan a little because she just wanted to be set free. She saw those cold eyes of Priscilla and even though her mind wanted to spit right in them, she started to beg her for some water. “Please……water……May I have some water?” she asked.
Priscilla chuckled when she heard that question. She knew that Isabel had to be thirsty after all the screaming she was doing. She was impressed with the older woman’s stamina but now it appeared she was wearing down. She looked around the room and didn’t see any water readily available. That made her excited because now she could make Isabel feel desperate. “There is no water here. This place is closed. It is just the four of us. Hehehe” she told her with a giggle.
“Please….I need some water.” Isabel pleaded. Now that her mind recognized how thirsty she was, it made the sensation even worse. She started to cough a little and tried to swallow her saliva. Her throat was parched and the urge for liquid refreshment was growing. “Please….” she whimpered.
Priscilla looked over at Maria and smiled. She thought about some water, and it did sound refreshing. She also thought of a way to keep torturing Isabel’s mind, so she decided they should get some water. “Hey, go find some water and bring it back to us. Do not get caught!” she instructed.
Maria nodded her head and then walked away. She wanted to keep tormenting Isabel, but Priscilla wanted her to fetch some water. She exited the shop and looked around. She had to be careful not to get caught, or Isabel could be set free, and Priscilla might torture her instead.
“Happy? We are going to get some water. Now, in exchange for some water, what are you willing to do?” Priscilla asked. She then stood straight up and folded her arms. She loved the control she was gaining and was going to truly enjoy making this woman’s life miserable.
Isabel heard that offer and she cringed. Her body was now getting desperate, and she had to do something or she was going to suffer more. Now that time was passing, her body was starting to feel the effects of the overall torture session. She was getting really tired, and her body was getting sore. She looked at that cold face and she closed her eyes for a moment. “I-I don’t know. What do you want from me?” she asked.
“Hahaha hmmmmmm what do I want? Oh, I think you will like it. I will wait for Maria to come back and then we will see just how badly you want some water. Who knows, you might promise me ANYTHING. Hahaha” Priscilla threatened. She then walked back towards the foot of the table and looked at the stockinged feet. She was moments away from playing with those feet and couldn’t wait to see what they looked like. She started to guess they would look a lot like La Diabla’s feet. She thought about that moment and how Helga applied that cream onto the toes of the outlaw. She remembered when her own fingers touched and tickled those feet. When the cream started to take effect, she remembered the horrible screaming and it was truly a great moment in her life.
Pilar looked over at her boss and her admiration continued to grow for her. She was cold. She was ruthless. She was a perfect example of how to dominate others. She started to have a stronger desire to be just like her and gain power. She wanted to tickle those feet again, but she had to wait until Priscilla gave the order. “Hey, do you want me to take off her stockings while we wait? I want to see her feet.” she asked.
“Not yet. Let’s wait until Maria returns and then we will have a lot of fun with this woman. Hehehe She is almost done and then we can begin the next part of my plan.” Priscilla told her with a smile. She could see the eagerness on Pilar’s face, and she loved it.
Isabel continued to take advantage of the pause of her torture and continued to catch her breath and recover somewhat. She knew the torture wasn’t over, but she desperately needed the break and wanted to gather some strength again. She heard Pilar and Priscilla chatting and she overheard Priscilla mentioning another part of the plan. She wondered what was going to happen next and what part she was going to play in it. It did appear that the evil woman did not want to kill her. It seemed like she wanted to torture her but not end her life. There was a sense of relief in that thought because it meant that she could actually survive this kind of an onslaught. She did not want to die and if that was not going to happen, then she would just have to mentally prepare for the soon to be torture. She then heard a door opening and she looked over in that direction. She saw Maria enter and it looked like she had a pail. Now her body started to shake because she prayed there was water inside that pail.
“I’m back! I found some water for us to drink. What do you want me to do with this pail?” Maria asked as she entered into the store. She closed the door behind her and then walked over to where her friends were standing, and the table Isabel was tied onto.
“Good job! You know, I am a little thirsty myself. Torturing this bitch is a hard job. Hehehe” Priscilla chuckled, then started to drink from the pail. The water was cool, and it was refreshing. She took a few sips and then handed the pail over to Maria.
Isabel watched as Priscilla was drinking from the pail. She saw some water dripping down her chin and she knew that water was going to be really refreshing. She then watched Maria take some of the water, and then Pilar. They all seemed to be savoring that water, which only made her crave it even more. Her throat was getting dry, and she started to whimper. She could see them all looking refreshed and had smiles on their faces. “Please…..water please….” she whimpered.
Priscilla heard those soft whimpers, and she looked over at Isabel. She could see how desperate her eyes were and now it was time to play games with her mind. She took the pail of water from Pilar and headed towards the head of the table. She looked at that sweaty face and grinned. “You want some of this? It is actually refreshing. Thank you for asking for it because I didn’t realize how thirsty torturing you was making me. It is nice and cool too. Mmmmmmmm so good. Now, what are you willing to do for some of this?” she taunted.
Isabel knew she was in trouble now. Her body was craving that water, but she knew Priscilla was going to humiliate her somehow. She looked at the pail and she really needed what was inside. “Please…give me some water. What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“hehehe tell me that we can remove your stockings, and we can play with your feet. Come on, tell me.” Priscilla grinned. She figured this was the easiest request she could make and wanted to use that desperation against Isabel.
Isabel heard that request and she hated it. She realized that Priscilla was probably going to make her say literally anything in order for her to have some of that liquid refreshment. She knew her feet were going to be tortured soon, but the need for water was too strong. “Ok, ok. You…..you can take off my stockings. Play with my feet. I don’t care. I just want some water.” she whined.
“hahahaha see ladies, that wasn’t too hard! Ok, take her stockings off.” Priscilla commanded. This was the moment she was waiting for. She looked at Isabel’s face and could see her mouth was open and she wanted some of the water. She then looked back at Pilar and Maria and they each went to a foot. She saw them starting to peel down the stockings from the knees and those feet were soon going to be exposed.
Pilar felt her heart racing as she peeled down the black stocking off the knee and down the leg. She could see that golden skin being exposed and she couldn’t wait to expose that foot. The more Priscilla went on, the more she liked her. This woman knew how to make anyone bow down to her and it was such fun witnessing the destruction of Isabel.
Maria managed to peel down the left stocking and slowly got it from under the rope that was tied around that left ankle. Now that it was under the rope, she started to pull it off the ankle, and then the heel was exposed. This was the moment they were waiting for. The moment she wanted to see. The skin of the heel was tanned. She then kept peeling the stocking up the foot and saw the pinkish type of color in the arch area. The arch was very well defined and now it came off the ball of the foot. It was very pronounced, and the skin looked a bit tender. She could see some callouses on the sides of the foot, but overall, the sole looked to be in great shape. She then saw Pilar also managed to get the stocking to the toes and with a simple pull, the barefeet of Isabel would be revealed! She winked at Pilar and then did a silent count to three. When she got to three, she pulled the stocking off and tossed it behind her. Maria’s eyes then went to the toes, and she was impressed. They were indeed long but not finger like. The index toe was just as long as the big toe, and the rest of the toes descended in length. She looked at the bottom of that left foot and that tan skin with the pinkish tones in it looked delightful. The arch appeared to have some wrinkly skin, and she loved all of it. “Wow!! She has cute feet! For an old lady, her feet look pretty good.” she said with excitement.
Pilar managed to pull the stocking off and exposed the right foot. She could also see that tannish skin with pink twinges in it and loved it. The arch was very high, and the skin was tender looking except for a few small callouses. These were definitely the feet of a working woman, and she loved it. She then looked at the top of the foot and saw those natural nails. They had a good shape to them and the skin looked nice. There were some wrinkles, and she could see some vein definition, but overall, she really liked the look of these feet. “She really does have nice feet. Hehehe I know they are really ticklish too!” she smiled.
Isabel felt her stockings leave her feet and knew her feet were naked. She knew this is what these women wanted. To embarrass her and go after her bare feet. She felt extremely nervous because she was still very sensitive to touch. The tickling of her feet when they were in the stockings was brutal, but her naked skin was going to be a lot worse. She looked at Priscilla and that pail of water. She did tell them that they could take off her stockings if she could have some water. Her mouth could taste that liquid and now that her feet were naked, she started to beg for that water. “Please. Let me have some water. You took off my stockings. Can I have some water now?” she asked.
Priscilla saw the naked feet and her excitement level shot through the roof. She could now tickle destroy those feet, and she prayed they were just like La Diabla’s. Even from this distance, she could tell their feet were very similar in design and look. She loved that she had captured mother and daughter, and both of their feet would suffer. She then looked down at Isabel’s face and could see that desperation in her eyes. “Hehehe you did good Isabel. So, I guess you can have some of this delicious water.” she told her.
Isabel saw the pail get closer to her lips and her body was really craving that water. She lifted her head and now the pail was right on her lips. She could see inside that pail and saw the water. The pail leaned towards her and now, the liquid entered her mouth and she drank it. She started to drink more and more of it, and it tasted delicious. It soothed her dry mouth and throat and it felt really refreshing. Then the pail moved away, and she started to whimper. She did not feel like she quenched her thirst and wanted more. “More….more water….” she whimpered.
“That’s enough for now. I think it is time for me to pay a visit to your feet. Hehehe I have been waiting for this moment ever since you were captured. Maria, can you hold the pail please. She can have more water when she behaves herself.” Priscilla instructed. She then handed the pail of water over to Maria and headed towards the naked feet. She saw the left foot right by her hand and she walked towards the foot of the table. She could see the inside edge of the foot and got a really good look at the arch. It was a very high arch, and the skin was tanned with a pinkish twinge to it. She pursed her lips and nodded her head. Those feet did in fact look like La Diabla’s and she loved that fact. Now, she was going to touch them and see if they were the same or who had the more ticklish feet. She remembered how ticklish the outlaw was on her feet. It was the greatest payback she had given because in her own home, La Diabla had tormented her and tickled her feet. When she captured her in Santa Selena, she tickled those feet with the greatest happiness. Now it was time for her mother to suffer the same fate. “Ooooh!!! Your feet do look really nice. In fact, they look just like your bitch daughter’s feet. Hehehe” she laughed.
Isabel looked towards the foot of the table and saw Priscilla near her left foot. She felt herself trembling as she knew she was about to get tortured again. Her body still ached for some more water, and she prayed she could get some more. She heard Priscilla talking about Salem’s feet and that hurt her heart. The thought of her daughter suffering like this really took a toll on her emotions. She knew Salem didn’t show her feet too often, so if Priscilla knew what they looked like, then she must have been trapped. That got her angry, but she knew she couldn’t lash out. If she did, then she would suffer even more. Isabel wanted to defend her daughter but had to be smart about it. In her mind, she hoped somehow, she could find Salem and then let her get revenge. “C-Can I have more water?” she asked.
Priscilla smiled when she heard that question. Isabel was truly in a state of desperation. She knew she could use this to her advantage and looked at the woman’s desperate eyes. “You want more water? Hehehee ok. You have to do something for me first. Want to know what that is?” she teasingly asked.
Isabel felt her breath leave her body because she had a feeling whatever Priscilla was thinking, it was not going to be good for her. Her body still craved that water and knowing she was going to be tortured anyway; she might as well do what the woman asked. “W-What is it?” she responded.
“I want you to beg me to tickle your feet. I mean BEG me. Don’t be shy about it either. BEG ME to tickle your feet.” Priscilla demanded. Now was the time she wanted to break Isabel’s will. This was the time she was going to make this woman scream. She felt very powerful, and she looked at those feet once again. She could see them quivering in fear and she was going to enjoy tickling them a lot. “Once I am done, you can have some more water.” she added.
Isabel groaned when she heard that request. She had to beg for her own torture and that really bothered her. She hated that she was desperate for more water, but her body couldn’t hold up much longer. She took a very deep breath and knew she had to do this. “Ok….tickle my feet.” she murmured.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you. I guess we will have to drink the rest of the water since you obviously do not want any…..” Priscilla threatened. She then looked at Maria and snapped her fingers to give her the signal to drink more water and have none for Isabel.
Isabel watched in horror as she saw Maria lifting the pail to her mouth and was about to take a drink. She wanted that liquid and if Maria drank it all, she wouldn’t have any and her body would suffer even more. She hated herself, but she was still very desperate. “NO!!!! OK!!! TICKLE MY FEET! PRISCILLA, PLEASE TICKLE MY FEET!!! I AM BEGGING YOU!!!!” she screamed.
“Hahaha now, was that so hard?” Priscilla taunted as she heard that desperate begging. She wanted Isabel to suffer, but her craving water was something she did not prepare for but welcomed it happening. It would make the torture more brutal because now she could force Isabel to do whatever she wanted. She motioned her hand towards Maria to stop attempting to drink the water and it was time to hear Isabel’s screams. “As you wish, I am going to tickle your feet.” she said with a calm voice.
Isabel heard Priscilla’s words, and she suddenly felt fingers scurrying in the arch of her left foot. That sensation had an immediate impact, and she exploded in laughter. Her feet were feeling extra sensitive and now they were being touched. The intensity of the sensations ripped right through her body, and she screamed to the top of her lungs. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! DIOS MIO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA” she roared.
Priscilla felt that delicate skin on her fingertips and she loved it. The skin was very tender, and her fingers sank into that flesh. She felt such great energy flowing through her body and she loved this moment. She loved that reaction and saw the body thrashing as much as it could. The naked breasts were wobbling wildly, and that laughter was very loud. She even started to wonder if anyone on the outside could hear her screaming. That made her stop tickling for a moment to consider that aspect. Isabel’s feet were deathly ticklish, it appeared, and she couldn’t risk being caught. She looked over at Pilar and smiled. “Hey, stuff her mouth with a stocking. She is getting very loud. I am going to tickle the hell out of her feet, and I do not want the entire Ciudad Azteca to know about it.” she instructed.
Pilar nodded her head and smiled. That reaction from the arch tickling was terrifying in intensity. She looked towards the ground and saw the stocking she took off the right foot. She bent down and picked it up off the floor. She wiped some of the dust off of it, to at least make it better. She then headed over to Isabel’s head and saw her breathing hard. Her mouth was wide open, so she stuffed that same stocking inside her mouth and laughed. “hehehehe how does your own feet taste?” she joked.
Isabel was stunned when she felt something get stuffed inside her mouth. She felt the cotton material and realized that it was her own stocking inside her mouth. That almost made her gag, but she managed to not vomit. She could not believe the indignity they were causing her. They had no regards for her and kept humiliating her over and over again. She looked at Priscilla who was staring right back at her. She saw that evil smile and knew she was about to get tickled again. She saw those fingers heading for her foot and she moved her foot around as much as she could.
Priscilla couldn’t help but laugh when she saw that foot moving around with great fear. She loved how Pilar stuffed that stocking inside Isabel’s mouth and now it was time to have some fun. She grabbed the left foot with her right hand and held it still. Then she moved the fingers of her left hand and started to tickle that high arch, right near the instep. She felt the foot tense up and heard a horrific muffled scream. She loved that reaction and felt the foot straining. She held onto it and kept scurrying her fingers across that tender skin. It was a surreal moment for her because this woman had the same sensitivities as the infamous outlaw. It was like she was tickling her again. That gave her great motivation and she kept scurrying her fingers faster and faster. Soon, her nails started to skitter across the skin and saw Isabel trying to arch her back. Priscilla had no intention of stopping at this moment. Tickling this helpless foot was great satisfaction. Her fingers danced along the instep and then right back into the middle of the arch. Her eyes stared at the bottom of the foot and those long toes were curling tightly, which made the wrinkles in the skin of the arch become more pronounced. “hehehe that’s right, you old bitch. Laugh. Just laugh……” she taunted.
Maria watched in awe as she saw those fingers stroking all over that skin. She wished it was her doing the tickling, but watching it was also a lot of fun. She loved how Pilar stuff that stocking inside of Isabel’s mouth and knew that woman had to be humiliated from that. She imagined how she had to taste her own foot sweat and how embarrassing that would be. She also heard that muffled screaming. She thought Priscilla was a genius with the idea because since time was passing, more and more people would be out on the streets, and it was possible someone could walk by and hear that tortured laughter. It could be a crew of men and if they saw a near naked woman getting tickled, who know what would have happened. She wondered if poor Isabel was going to snap. That was Priscilla’s plan, and she wanted to see if it could happen. Maria’s eyes went back to the left foot, and she saw how Priscilla’s fingers were methodically tickling that foot. She would see them at the instep, then disappear under that arch. The way Isabel was screaming, that entire area was very sensitive. That made her own cravings grow. She wanted to play with those feet. “hehehe wow, listen to her scream. I thought what we did to her was bad. Now, she is screaming like a banshee. Hehehehe” she told Pilar.
“hehehe yep! Wait, I guess she is a banshee! We have a Banshee, and we have La Diabla! Creatures of evil. Hehehehe” Pilar joked. She was enjoying listening to the horrific muffled screams and loved how Priscilla was tickling that foot. It made her want to tickle the right foot, but her boss wanted these naked feet first. She hoped she would get her opportunity because tickling those feet would be a great adventure. She remembered how ticklish the toes were and wanted to see how bad she could tickle them.
Isabel felt those fingers on her arch and the sensation was something she couldn’t even describe even if she tried. The way those fingers touched the center of her arch. The way they touched the instep. They even touched that spot right where the tip of her arch met the ball of her foot. It was completely breaking her down and she suffered. She screamed as loud as she could, but most of it was muffled as her own stocking was inside her mouth. Then she felt the fingers starting to tickle the ball of her foot, which was another hot spot. Her arches were the worst, but the ball of the foot was also very responsive. She had no idea how long she could handle this type of sensation. She shut her eyes tight again and prayed it would end soon.
Priscilla continued to tickle that left foot and she really felt excited. She liked how tender the skin was but hit a few callouses when her fingers got to the outside edge of the foot. She would admit that La Diabla’s feet were softer, but that was probably because she was younger. Isabel was older and worked many more years wearing boots which wore her feet down. She did like the feet overall, but in a way, she wished it was the outlaw’s feet. Her eyes looked at the ball of the foot and her finger slowly traced around that spot. It slid on the lower part of the ball, going from the instep area, across the middle where the arch met, then the outside edge where there was a small callous, only to go to the top of the ball of the foot and slide right across that sensitive skin. She saw how tight the toes were clenching and it really amused her. She then zipped her finger right down the middle of the foot, going from the top of the ball of the foot, across the center of it, then directly into that very delicate arch, and off the heel of the foot. Priscilla zipped her fingers a few more times, really trying to torture poor Isabel insane. She did it four more times and each stroke forced these very loud squeals to come from Isabel’s lips. They were loud even if they were muffled. “Hehehehe this is too much fun! I really could tickle these feet forever.” she said with a huge smile on her face.
Pilar clapped her hands as she watched with great joy the torture Priscilla was inflicting. She loved how the fingers were consistently stroking up and down that foot. She could see the toes clench, then spread open, only to clench tight again. She heard those intense squeals whenever the finger stroked the bottom of the foot. She loved witnessing the absolute destruction of this woman. She looked over at Maris who was still holding the pail of water. “Hey, isn’t this fun?” she asked.
Maria giggled when she heard Pilar’s question. It was quite amusing watching Priscilla tickle that poor, helpless foot. The muffled screams were something that would stick with her and she saw how bad Isabel was suffering. She wondered if her mind was going to snap at any moment. “Yeah, this is a lot of fun. Do you think she will lose her mind? I mean, she is really screaming. She must really be suffering a lot.” she answered.
Priscilla stopped the tickling and stared at the foot. She still held onto it, but she had to give Isabel a break, or she would pass out. She did not want that to happen at all. She listened to that tired breathing of Isabel and saw her head moving side to side in sheer exhaustion. She knew this woman was about to break at any moment. She then smiled and figured she would test that theory. She looked over at Pilar and smiled. “Hey, take the gag out of her mouth. I want to see where her brain, or what’s left of it, is at.” she instructed.
“Yes, Senora!” Pilar said with excitement. She got closer to Isabel’s face and then using her fingers like pincers, she slowly pulled the stocking out of the helpless mouth. She held the stocking up in the air for a moment and then dropped it right on the stomach area.
Isabel felt a sense of relief as the tickling finally stopped. Her body temperature was very high, and she felt beads of sweat trickling down her face. She felt so tired. Her lungs were burning. Her body was aching. Her jaw was really tired, and she felt hoarse. She was happy that her stocking was out of her mouth, and she desperately tried to get air back into her lungs. She could barely move her body and now she started to get emotional. The torture was taking its toll, and she felt sad. This was beyond her comprehension at this point and felt the urgent need to beg. “Please…no more. No more. I give up…..please, don’t tickle me anymore.” she whimpered.
“hehehe poor Isabel. She sounds SO tired. Your ticklish body can’t handle it anymore, can it? Well, you old *****, I might let you go, but I want you to admit that you are an old *****. Hahahaha” Priscilla taunted. Now she wanted to humiliate the woman. She could sense the end was near and it was time to really break her will. She wanted her to be an absolute mess, so when it came time for the rest of her plan to happen, it would be perfect.
Isabel heard that demand and that broke her heart. Now Priscilla was trying to completely humiliate her. She had no way of fighting back and her body went through a lot. She always had such great dignity and now this blond woman was taking it away from her. She was still very thirsty and after having her cotton stocking inside her mouth, her mouth was very dry. She felt the urge to cry, but she fought against that. The last thing she had left was her dignity and she had to keep it somehow. “Please…..no more. Can I have some water?” she asked.
“Um, no. You don’t get any water, and I am going to tickle you again if you don’t do what I tell you to do! So, why don’t you admit you are an old *****, and you can have some water.” Priscilla demanded. She could tell that Isabel was still trying to hold on, but she was going to break. She did a quick stroke of her finger in the arch to reinforce the idea that she was going to be tickled again.
“EEEEEHHHHEHE NO!!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!!! Please…..no more tickling.” Isabel whined when she felt that finger stroke her arch. She knew she was not in position to fight, and her body was really craving that water and wanted to avoid being tickled again. She knew she had to swallow her pride and do what this woman asked. “Ok….I’m…..I’m…..I’m an old *****…..” she said, then closed her eyes with shame.
“hahahaha yes, you are!! I will admit you are beautiful for someone your age. Just like I can admit that your demon child is an attractive woman. Hey, now that I am thinking about it, you probably were a *****. I am sure you slept with a lot of men back in your day, didn’t you? Speaking of which, who is La Diabla’s father? What idiot paid money to sleep with you and then get you pregnant with that demon? Hehehe” Priscilla taunted. She had the urge to really get personal and try to break this woman’s spirit. A feeling of cruelty filled her heart, and she wanted to keep pushing this woman’s emotional buttons.
Isabel heard that question and her heart started to ache. She couldn’t believe she had to say she was a ***** when she knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. When she heard that question about La Diabla’s father, her heart broke. She thought about her late husband, Bradley Hunt, and got emotional. He was an outstanding human being and the love of her life. She didn’t even want to marry again because she loved him with everything she had. She remembered a few dalliances, but nothing was ever serious. Now hearing this woman insult his memory really got to her. She wanted to break free of these bonds and wrap her hands around Priscilla’s neck and just squeeze until her eyes popped out of her head. Her brain was in turmoil because she was not in position to hurt Priscilla, and it would only lead to her further suffering. She hated having to swallow her pride like that and decided to not answer the question. “Please…I just want some water…..” she begged.
“Fine!! Give the old ***** some water. I am tired of her whining.” Priscilla said, then motioned her hand towards Maria to give her prisoner some water. She noticed that Isabel didn’t answer the question about La Diabla’s father. She didn’t even know if the woman was still married to him, or whatever their personal life was. She wondered if she should go down that line but decided it probably wouldn’t mean anything anyway. Her focus was on the destruction of this woman, and then she could finally get some revenge on La Diabla.
Maria nodded her head when she heard that command. She then placed the pail near Isabel’s lips and watched as the woman started to drink the water. She thought back to what Priscilla was asking. It was kind of interesting in regard to the father of La Diabla. Not much was known about her. She had a reputation for being extremely dangerous. But having her mother trapped here forced her to see her in a different light. Isabel defended the outlaw, which meant that there was love between mother and daughter. Isabel did not seem like the evil type, so there must have been a time when the infamous outlaw was not the infamous outlaw. She also wondered about the father. She did not see a ring on Isabel’s fingers, so she wondered if the father was still around. She thought about asking, but this was Priscilla’s moment, and she had to just follow orders. She looked at Isabel sucking in a lot of water and knew this woman had to be parched. Maria saw Priscilla wave her hand, and she pulled the bucket away. It appeared the torture was about to resume.
“Ok, you got your water. Now, old *****. Are you ready for some more torture? Hehehehe I like your toes. Are they ready for me?” Priscilla teased. She was excited to get to those toes and prayed they would be just as bad as La Diabla’s. She remembered when Pilar and Maria tickled them when they were inside the stockings, so when she touched them, the woman would probably lose her mind.
Isabel felt some refreshment after drinking a good amount of water. The water felt so soothing for her tired body, and she tried to recover as much as she could. Then she heard Priscilla threaten her toes and fear once again gripped her soul. She could still feel Priscilla holding her foot and her toes were in imminent danger. “Priscilla, you have to stop torturing me. You have done enough to me. I don’t want this. Please, just stop tormenting me. I am begging you.” she pleaded.
“Hehehehe I am torturing you because it is fun. Now before I begin, Pilar put that stocking back in her mouth. I got a feeling she is going to lose her mind.” Priscilla instructed. She watched as Pilar grabbed that moist stocking and stuffed it down the mouth again. She imagined what it must have been like to have a stocking inside your mouth, then pulled out, the stuffed back in after being drenched with your own saliva. She saw the look of disgust on Isabel’s face, and she chuckled. “I bet the taste of your feet was something you didn’t think would happen today. I hope you washed them before. Now, about these toes…..” she teased.
Isabel heard the threat to her toes, and she started to panic. She immediately curled them tightly and her foot was trembling. Her foot was already brutally tickled and tickling her toes would be too much. She saw Priscilla’s fingers heading for them and fear gripped her body. She started to scream into her stocking gag once again and felt absolutely petrified. “NO!!!! DON’T!!!! NO!!!!” she screamed.
Priscilla had a sadistic smile on her face when her fingers moved towards those toes. She could see just how tightly clenched they were and could see the tops of the toes. She then used her nails to tickle the tops of the toes, just below the nails. She felt the foot immediately jerking around and already heard some screaming laughter. She tickled those crevices and that got the toes to open up again. She laughed to herself because no matter what Isabel tried, she was going to get her toes tickled and she was going to suffer a lot. She could see the undersides of the toes and quickly moved her nails towards that delicate skin. She felt how tender that flesh was and when her nails made contact, she heard that hysterical laughter and kept scraping her nails there. That made the toes curl again, so she tickled the tops again. She was very amused because Isabel was going to have her toes tickled whether she wanted it or not. “Hehehehehe Your toes are pretty delightful.” she teased.
Pilar watched with excitement when she saw Priscilla attacking the ticklish toes. She loved the way the toes were curling and then wiggling wildly. She got to play with those toes through the stocking, so she knew how responsive they were. She could also hear that terrifying ticklish laughter, and she shuddered a little with excitement. She also felt herself getting turned on. Priscilla was destroying her, and it was such a beautiful sight to see. She then looked at the helpless right foot and prayed she could tickle it. She wanted to touch all those spots she touched before through the stocking. She wanted to drive Isabel completely out of her body. “Hehehehe get her good!” she called out.
Maria laughed when she heard Pilar yelling out. She knew her partner really enjoyed the ticklish suffering of another woman. After tormenting Veronica, it was something she kept talking about. That feeling of power over another person. She also felt that way and wondered if she would be able to play with those feet again. She was also highly amused as she saw those naked breasts still wobbling around. She wondered if Priscilla was going to go after Isabel sexually. That would be something to see. Even though she was still unsure if she could ever do that to another woman, she knew Priscilla and her partner would do it. That would make Isabel a truly broken soul. Maria’s eyes looked down at the face of Isabel and could see how much anguish she was in. She just kept screaming into her gag. Her eyes were shut tight, and she could see those laughing tears coming out. She shook her head and knew Isabel was a goner. “Yeah, she will never be the same after this.” she thought to herself.
Isabel felt her body surrendering again. She felt her body getting very limp even though her toes were still being tickled. Priscilla’s nails then slipped in between her toes, which made her body become stiff as a board for a moment, then completely went limp. The ticklish sensation was far too much for her body to handle at this point and she gave up. She didn’t want to fight anymore. She prayed this would all end. She would do whatever Priscilla wanted at this point. The nails never stopped tickling between her toes. She felt those tears streaming down her face and she felt so hot inside her body. She once again went into silent laughter, and she felt lightheaded. The nails were now in between her ring toe and baby toe and that sensation just kept going. It kept washing over her body and she suffered.
Priscilla could see that Isabel went into silent laughter and knew the woman’s body had just quit. The toes were no longer clenching, and the foot was no longer trying to move away. That was something she always enjoyed. It meant that her victim’s body had given up. She tickled between the toes a little bit longer. She wanted this memory to last for the rest of Isabel’s remaining years on this planet. She attacked the big toe and tickled right on that line where the big toe met the ball of the foot. There was still no movement of the toes, even though she could still tell her prisoner was in that silent laughter and felt everything. She then stopped and let go of the foot. She looked at Isabel’s body and knew she was done for. She glanced over to the right foot and wondered if she should tickle it right now to make sure Isabel’s brain was mush. Now it was time to play with this woman’s head once more. She made her way over towards her head. Once she got down, she saw just how emotionally wrecked she was. The tears were coming out and she was breathing very hard. She looked over at Pilar and nodded her head. “Take her gag out.” she requested.
Isabel felt completely worn out. She felt relief that her foot was no longer being tickled, but she was aching all over. Now that her body was in rest mode after the tickling, she could feel every single nerve in her body was on fire. She felt so sensitive that any touch would drive her insane. She felt the stocking come out of her mouth and that gave her another sense of relief. She felt her chest moving up and down and it seemed that she could feel everything. She wanted to take this moment to just breathe. She felt so tired and wanted to be set free. Whatever Priscilla had planned for her was going to happen. She had no resistance, and she just wanted to stop being tickle tortured. “Mercy……mercy……” she mumbled as she tried to recover.
“Mercy? Hehehehe I have no idea what that even means. Poor Isabel. You look like shit, and well, it is because you are shit. Hahahahaha” Priscilla taunted. She wanted to demean this woman and break her mind. She also wanted to show her two minions on how to break a woman down so she could be a submissive sex slave. Now it was time to play with Isabel’s body sexually. She was curious about how this would go since her prisoner was an older woman. She wondered if she would still have the same sexual fires within her body as though she was at her sexual peak. She then lowered her own face closer to Isabel’s. She tapped the sweaty forehead with her finger and saw the eyes slowly opening up. “Oh, Isabel. Sweet, OLD Isabel. Hey, I want to ask you something.” she grinned.
Isabel slowly opened her eyes and saw that evil face in front of hers. She could tell Priscilla was gloating and she didn’t care anymore. She wanted to be free and knew she had been defeated by this woman. The stress on her body took its toll and she felt submissive. That hurt her because she was always a proud woman, but right now, she just wanted mercy. “W-What?” she simply asked in response.
“Hehehe easy question. Do you belong to me?” Priscilla asked her. She wanted this woman to bow to her and make sure she was completely broken.
Isabel gulped when she heard that question. She was always very independent. It was something she took great pride in. Even her late husband loved the fact she was a strong, independent woman. It was something that even her daughter emulated and now this woman was asking her if she belonged to her. Her mind wanted to curse her out, but her body surrendered. She hated herself for what she had to say, but her body could no longer stand the tickle torture. “Yes….I-I belong to you.” she responded and then felt incredible shame.
“Good!!! I am glad you know your place! Now, I really do want to tickle your other foot. I mean, I really want to tickle it. I want to tickle it until you die pretty much. I love how tender your feet are. You got a few callouses here and there, but overall, you have sweet feet! I just want to tickle you until you no longer recognize the living world we are in. But, if you tell me something, I will reconsider it.” Priscilla threatened. She felt excitement growing within her own body because this next moment was going to be very sweet. It would mean she conquered the mother of the woman she hated more than anyone else.
Isabel heard the tickle threat to her right foot and that made her very scared. She could feel everything on her body and her nerves were still tingling out of control. If that foot was touched, she would probably leave her body spiritually and become a ghost. Fear really struck her soul, and she could not let that happen. “No please…..don’t tickle me anymore. I am begging you! What do you want me to tell you?” she begged.
“Good girl….” Priscilla said with her sadistic grin. She then patted Isabel on the head and looked into those eyes full of fear. She wanted to dominate this woman’s mind and now it was time. “I want you to tell me to play with your breasts. You are a *****, an OLD one, but a *****, nonetheless. So, I have to treat you like the ***** you are. Now, tell me to play with your breasts and I won’t tickle your foot. Do it!” she demanded.
Isabel felt her soul leave her body. The demand Priscilla just gave her just broke her spirit. This woman wanted to touch her breasts and that would be extra humiliating. She wanted to curse her out. She wanted to see Priscilla suffer in return. But she was trapped, and she was tired. She didn’t have that fight left and she started to feel crushed. She closed her eyes to prevent tears from coming out because she had to do what this woman asked of her. It was going to be very tough to spit those words out, but she had to do what she had to do. She did not want to be tickled anymore. “Touch them….” she murmured.
“Touch what? Come on, tell me what I can touch….” Priscilla asked with glee. She could see how this demand was destroying that spirit, and she relished it.
“Touch…….my breasts. You can….touch them.” Isabel responded with shame filling her entire body. She could not believe this was happening to her and it felt terrible. She opened her eyes again and saw Priscilla with the greatest smile on her face. She prayed this would all be over soon and she could go home.
“Yes!!! I will gladly touch these breasts of yours. They are a bit saggy, but I have to remember you are quite old now. Let’s see how they feel, shall we?” Priscilla taunted. She then placed her hands on both breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. She was surprised how soft the skin was and even though they were sagging a little, they still had some firmness to them. She looked at the horrified and embarrassed look on Isabel’s face and that drove her own lust wild. She felt incredibly powerful as this was the first time since Santa Selena that she broke someone like this. “Ooooh!! These are quite nice! Isabel, you are such a sexy woman. Even in your 50s, you still are quite attractive. I could play with these for a while! Hehehee Hey ladies, grandma here has some very nice titties!” she laughed and gave the breasts another gentle squeeze.
Pilar’s mind was blown away when she heard Priscilla forcing Isabel to give permission to have her breasts squeezed. She thought about how she touched Veronica’s chest and the power she felt. The way Priscilla was mentally attacking Isabel was something to behold. Now that she was squeezing the breasts, her admiration for her boss skyrocketed. She loved the way she used her power. That was something she wanted to get better at. Now that she was going to be part of the sex slave trafficking ring, she was going to have many opportunities to destroy helpless women. She was also impressed that Isabel’s breasts were to Priscilla’s liking. “Hehehe that is amazing! Will we get a turn too?” she asked.
Priscilla smiled when she heard Pilar’s question. She was having fun groping the breasts and her minion wanted a turn now. She couldn’t blame her. Touching these breasts was a sign of dominance. She could feel how the breasts were trembling under her touch and soon, she was going to play with the nipples. She wanted to dominate this woman sexually and an idea came to mind. “Hehehe We shall see. Right now, I am enjoying playing with her breasts. But I do want to see some action. How about you suck her toes for a moment? Let’s see what we can do to make her feel a little better about this situation.” she answered.
Pilar heard that response and got excited. She never worshipped a woman’s foot before, but the idea sounded nice. Maria had played with Veronica’s feet the last time, while she had the breasts. Now, it was her turn. She wondered what it would be like to put her mouth on a woman’s foot, and she nodded her head. She then got onto her knees and Isabel’s right foot was right by her face. She looked at the helpless foot and saw the undersides of those long toes. She knew how ticklish the feet were and the thought of hearing her giggles sounded erotic. She then placed her hands on the top of the foot and moved her face close to the sole. She could see the “print” lines on the skin and stared at the wrinkles on the arch. She then planted her lips on the ball of the foot, and she felt such a strong sensation of erotic pleasure in her own body. There was just something about kissing this foot that got her excited. “Mmmmm……Her foot is a bit tender. Hehehe” she giggled.
Isabel felt the humiliation of having her breasts squeezed and groped by the evil blond woman. She felt intense shame that she had to tell Priscilla to touch them. She was so submissive at this moment and the woman was dominating her sexually now. She didn’t know how she would ever live with herself again after this moment. She then felt hands touching her right foot and then felt a kiss on the bottom of her foot. That surprised her and it even tickled a little. She could not believe her feet were being kissed. “Hehehe no….not my feet. Please not my feet.” she whimpered as the kisses continued.
“Hehehe yes, your feet. I could order her to tickle them, but I am being nice to you. I just want her to kiss your feet and enjoy them. Now, as for these breasts of yours. Wait, what am I saying? These breasts are on your body, but they belong to ME! hehehehe” Priscilla said with an evil giggle. She loved being in a position of power over Isabel. The more this moment continued, the happier she felt. Only one person could make this even better, but she was out there somewhere and didn’t know her own mother was being destroyed. She then stopped groping and placed her palms directly on each nipple and gave them a simple rub. She wanted to get the nipples hard, so she could really have some fun. “Now, let’s see if I can get you hot. I have some very special plans for you, and I know I will enjoy it. You might enjoy it too since you are an old *****.” she taunted.
Maria watched as Priscilla’s hands were playing with those naked breasts. The way this moment was turning erotically did excite her. She watched as the hands squeezed and played with the mounds. She also had a tingle between her own legs as she saw her partner Pilar kissing that right foot. She could see the look of bliss on Pilar’s face, and she trembled. Her eyes then went to the left foot. It was just lying there all by itself. Her desire to kiss that foot grew and wondered if she could play with it. She looked up at Priscilla who was now rubbing the nipples with her palms. “Priscilla, can I kiss her other foot? Please?” she asked humbly.
Priscilla smiled when she heard that question. It appeared the other minion wanted to take advantage of Isabel's helpless feet. She did enjoy the two of them tickling the feet through the stockings and she was sure Maria wanted to play with the bare foot as well. “Sure, kiss her feet. Do not use your fingers on her feet just yet. Kiss away. You can suck her toes too if you want. Right now, it is all about getting her hot.” she instructed.
Maria happily moved her way towards the left foot and bent down a little, so she was eye level with the foot. It was just moments ago this same foot experienced a brutal tickling. She knew how sensitive it was based on her own earlier tickling, and then what Priscilla did to it. She could see those toes slightly wiggling and she got her face close to the sole. She loved the way the arch was so high, and she licked her lips. She then placed the tip of her tongue right at the bottom of the instep and slowly slid her tongue across the instep. The arch was high, so she loved having to move her face along that arch line. She was very delighted about the taste of the skin, and she closed her eyes. She could also feel the foot trembling and then heard some giggles. She really loved how ticklish Isabel really was. “Mmmmmm….she tastes good.” she cooed.
Isabel felt that tongue sliding across her arch on the instep and it tickled. It wasn’t a powerful tickle, but it got her giggling, nonetheless. What really concerned her was how her body was reacting. The kissing on her right foot, the licking on her left foot and the nipple rubbing by Priscilla started to make her feel some arousal. She could not believe her body was reacting this way. She absolutely hated Priscilla and everything she was doing to her, but her body started to react to the soft and sensual touches. She felt her nipples stiffening and wondered how this could even be possible. Even though she did feel some ticklish sensations, her body seemed to welcome the more sensual touching. She saw Priscilla’s face and could see the sadism in it. This woman was truly trying to break her entire being and she was going to feel sexual sensations as well. “Please don’t do this to me….” she whimpered.
“You like this don’t you? Hehehe you can’t fool me you old *****. I can feel how hard your nipples are right now. You like this! I know you like what is happening to your feet. Hmmmm….I wonder if someone your age can still have orgasms. How about that? Do you want to have an orgasm? Wouldn’t that be delightful?” Priscilla teasingly asked. She was now in the mode of tormenting her sexually. To make her feel incredible pleasure and dominate her. She wanted to do what she did not do to La Diabla. She just wanted to torture the outlaw, and refused to let her have an orgasm even though she could have easily done so. But with Isabel, making her have an orgasm would truly give her complete dominance over her. She remembered how often Gloria Wellington would love to give another woman an orgasm. It made her feel so powerful. Priscilla understood that as well, but she didn’t engage in that aspect too often. Now was her chance. She knew ripping an orgasm out of Isabel would surely destroy this woman’s dignity. She continued to rub her palms against the nipples and saw the look of shock and desperation on her victim’s face.
Pilar kept kissing all over the naked foot and she loved every moment of it. She looked over and saw Maria’s tongue sliding across that left foot and she wanted to savor the taste as well. She then looked at the big toe. She felt a tingle between her legs, then she placed that big toe in her mouth and started to suck on it. She was surprised about how good it felt for her to suck this woman’s toe. She felt the foot squirming, then heard a giggle. She thought about how ticklish Isabel’s toes were and this had to be driving the woman wild.
Maria heard a giggle and then looked over and saw Pilar now sucking the big toe of Isabel’s right foot. It looked so erotic. She could see her partner’s eyes closed and could tell she was savoring the taste of those digits. She wanted to do the same, and she placed the big toe and index toe in her mouth and started to suck on them. She felt an incredible pleasure flowing through her body and she felt her own nipples getting hard. She was really starting to like this part of the torture. Tickling a woman was a lot of fun, but adding this kind of sensual play was growing on her. She could hear herself slurping away on the toes and could hear some giggles happening. That only excited her more and she slid her tongue between the two toes and loved the taste.
Isabel felt her toes inside the mouths of those two women and it drove her crazy. It blew her mind this was happening to her, but her body seemed to enjoy it. After being brutally tickled to the point of submission, the sensual touches felt so much better. She hated all three women, but right now her body wanted this to happen and to avoid that tickle torture. She could feel some ticklish feelings because of the mouths on her toes, but it was manageable. She then looked into Priscilla’s eyes. They had the look of a conqueror, and she wondered what was going to happen to her next. Her nipples were very hard, and she felt incredibly helpless. She started to whimper in her gag, wondering what this woman was going to do next.
“You like this, don’t you? I can tell. This is much better than tickling, right? Hehehehe That’s right Isabel. Enjoy this feeling. Enjoy feeling good. It has probably been decades since anyone ever touched you like this. Or maybe it was centuries ago? Hahahaha” Priscilla joked. She loved dominating this woman. The more she did it, the more excited she became. Now it was time for more humiliation. Now it was time to break this woman once and for all. “I bet you are getting wet between those legs of yours. How about we take a look?” she said with a sinister grin.
Isabel gasped when she heard Priscilla’s words. It was bad enough this woman kept talking about her age, but what was a lot worse was this woman wanted her to get horny. Now, when she mentioned taking a look, that meant only one thing. This woman was going to look at the most private place on her body. It had been a very long time since anyone saw it besides her. The sheer humiliation of sharing that area with this woman horrified her. She could still feel those mouths sucking on her toes and even though it felt incredible, she needed to get away right now. “No!!!! You can’t!!! Please don’t do that to me!” she cried out in her gag.
Priscilla smiled when she heard that desperate cry and knew it was the perfect time to play with her. She looked at her minions sucking on those toes and she had to admit it looked really nice. They were having so much fun, but now it was time for some business. “Ladies, stop sucking her toes for a moment. It is time to unwrap a gift. It is time we see something and really have some fun.” she told them.
Pilar let the big toe slip out of her mouth and saw how drenched it was with her saliva. She felt herself being very horny and wanted to keep feasting. She looked at Priscilla and saw that smile on her face. When she heard that it was time to see something, she had a feeling she knew what that meant. Isabel was nearly naked. The only thing she had on her body was her underwear and now, it was time to have those come off. That set off an intense amount of excitement and she stood up and licked her lips. “You mean, we are going to see…..something?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes, hehehehe It is time we see something of hers. Since her legs are tied, we have to cut them off. I know she is tired, but if we untie her legs, she might kick anyway. Her legs look really strong, so I don’t want to take a chance. Go inside your pouch and take out the knife. Give it to me and I will do the honors.” Priscilla instructed. She started to feel giddy knowing what she was about to do. She loved these moments. She loved it when she could make a prisoner naked. It was different in Santa Selena with La Diabla. Helga had already stripped the woman nude when she got there, but this was going to be different. She knew that Isabel would feel absolutely humiliated and she hoped it would crush her spirit. She had plans for this woman’s most private area and she started to rub her hands together.
Pilar went over to the pouch she brought with her when they kidnapped Isabel. Inside the pouch were various tools she wanted to use, primarily rope. She looked inside the bag and found a small pocketknife. She thought about the fact that even when this was over, Isabel was going to be walking around without any underwear. That would be a lot of fun knowing that she was going to be ashamed with every step she took. She also saw some other items inside the pouch and wondered why Priscilla asked them to bring them. She then walked over to Priscilla and handed her the knife. “Here you go!” she said with excitement.
“Ooooohhhhhh Isabeeeellllll. Isabel! Hey, look what I got!” Priscilla teased as she twirled the knife in her right hand and looked at Isabel’s exhausted face. Her eyes were closed, and she was still whimpering. She loved that sight and couldn’t wait until this next phase of the torture.
Isabel heard Priscilla singing her name and she felt total embarrassment. This woman really got to her, and she felt helpless. She slowly opened her eyes and prayed that her ordeal was over. She was tickled all over her body. She even had her toes sucked and feet licked. Her breasts were groped and nipples played with. She wondered what this woman was going to do to her next and no matter what it was, it was not going to be good for her. She already heard the threat of her special area being played with and if it was, she was going to suffer emotionally. Then her eyes popped wide open, and she saw that knife! Her mind started to think that she was about to get stabbed and killed and that set off a deep panic in her. “NOO!!!! PLEASE NOOO!!!! DON’T KILLL ME!!!” she screamed.
“Hehehe relax! I am not going to kill you. Naw, I would rather have some fun with you! Now, let’s get this underwear off of you. What do you look like completely naked?” Priscilla teased, then started to lower the knife and headed towards the underwear. She pulled the garment up a little and started to cut at the seams on the hips. She felt a rush of adrenaline as the material was cutting away and it was going to be mere moments before this woman was completely naked.
Isabel was in total shock. She knew Priscilla was going after her very private area. Her mound was already touched through the underwear a little earlier and it was a horrific feeling. Now, her underwear was being cut, and she couldn’t stop this woman. She heard the material cutting away and she was paralyzed. She also didn’t want to move around, or she could potentially get cut by the knife. She gasped when she felt one side of her underwear get cut free and now the garment was very loose. She watched in horror as the knife moved to the other side and started to cut away at that seam. This moment was very surreal, and she had no idea what to say or do next. It didn’t take long, but now the other seam was cut free, and the underwear was loose. She started to whimper with great shame as she was about to get exposed.
“Ladies, the time has finally arrived. I have waited for this moment since we brought her here. Now, let’s take a look at the same pussy that birthed that bitch La Diabla. Behold!” Priscilla announced as she put the knife down on the table between the legs. She then used the tips of her index finger and thumb on both hands on the underwear flap and slowly pulled the front down. Her eyes saw the black pubic hair being exposed and even saw some gray ones. She continued to pull the underwear down and soon; Isabel’s private place was revealed! She pulled the underwear away from the body and tossed it over her shoulder like trash. Now, her prisoner was completely naked and with her legs spreadeagled, she had a clear view of that pussy. She started to smile really hard as she saw those tanned pussy lips, but the pink inside the pussy was exposed. She never seen a mature woman’s pussy before, but what she saw looked really nice. Isabel maintained great care of her body and she had to admit it was a very pretty spot. “Wow! Look at her pussy! It actually looks really pretty! Hehehe” she giggled.
Pilar looked at the exposed mound and she felt sexual excitement building within her own body. The vagina did look rather nice, and she was very impressed. She could see the majority of black hairs but also saw the gray ones that were prominent. “Yeah, she does have a pretty pussy! For someone her age, that pussy looks really, really good!” she said with a grin.
“I like it! Her pussy looks so precious. I can see the pink and it looks rather nice. Looks like the old ***** was highly successful in her career hahahaha She has to maintain a pretty pussy!” Maria teased. She was very thrilled to see this woman naked and like the others, she was very impressed that Isabel’s body look good at her age. She hoped her own body would look just as good as she got older.
Isabel felt complete shame. This was without a doubt the most humiliating moment of her entire life. She had sex before, so she had been naked with others, but not like this. Not with women intent on destroying her. Even when she got into fights with other women, no one ever ended up naked. She heard their catcalls and their comments about her vagina. The fact they could see it clearly and she couldn’t close her legs brought an emotional toll to her mind. This was too much for her to handle. All the other things were brutal such as the tickling and the teasing, but this moment was without a doubt a soul crusher. She closed her eyes and felt a tear coming out. She never felt so ashamed and now she knew her spirit was broken.
“Awwww….look at her. She looks so ashamed. She shouldn’t be! Her pussy is delightful! Now, let me inspect her to see if she is wet after you both sucked her toes, and I played with those tits.” Priscilla taunted. She got closer to the mound and put her face near it. She could smell the arousal, and she even saw some wetness there. She smiled evilly and looked at her companions. “Hehehehe yep! This ***** is a bit excited. Now it is time for some real fun! Pilar, go inside the bag and pull out that cream and razor. It is time we SHAVE this woman! Let’s get a clear view of this delightful pussy!” she instructed.
Isabel opened her eyes again and through the wetness of her eyes, she saw that evil look on Priscilla’s face. What was more concerning to her was what Priscilla said. She was going to be shaved?! That horrified her and she started to panic. She did not want this woman to shave her because it would be absolutely humiliating to be dominated like that. She started to shake her head, and more tears formed in her eyes. “Noooo….no please! Don’t do this to me! Don’t shave me!” she whimpered into her gag.
Priscilla heard those whimpers, and she felt so good inside. She broke this woman, and it was time to finish her off. She looked at the shaving cream and razor that Pilar handed to her and smiled. It was time to teach her minions that style she always used with her sex slaves. She always wanted to shave them clean on their pussies because her buyers loved it. “Ok ladies, pay attention. This is what I want you to do with the sex slaves you captured. This was a trademark design of my former business. I want them hairless on their pussies. The buyers loved that look, so make sure you do a good job. I want the best-looking sex slaves! I will demonstrate it. Pay close attention.” she told Maria and Pilar and then started to lather the cream on her hands.
Pilar was in awe at the moment. The way Priscilla commanded the room and was now going to shave Isabel was something she would never forget. She knew that by forcefully getting shaved, it would embarrass the victim. It would show the complete dominance they had over their bodies. She watched as Priscilla lathered up her hands with the cream and then started to massage it all over the groin area of Isabel. She watched closely as the cream was applied thick. Once the mound was lathered up, she then watched as Priscilla took the razor and started to do slow strokes, shaving that hair off. “This is incredible…..” she murmured under her breath.
Isabel felt that cream being massaged on her vagina, and she trembled with humiliation. She was trapped. No one rescued her. The woman her daughter hated, as well as many other citizens of Mexico and the United States was now shaving her most private area on her body. Her mind was spinning. She had no idea how to feel and how to react. She felt the razor moving around her groin and she also knew she had to remain still to avoid being cut. She could hear Priscilla taunting her by saying how pretty her pussy will look once all the hair was removed. She would personally trim her hair, but never completely off. Tears filled her eyes and some of them streaked down the sides of her face. She started to whimper even more as the shaving continued. She knew her life would never be the same after this.
Priscilla started to whistle as she shaved the hairs off. She loved how the razor was sliding with ease off the groin, taking clumps of hair with it. She could see the skin being revealed more and more and now she moved carefully around the pussy. She had to make sure she got all the hair and have Isabel completely smooth down there. She didn’t get to shave the slaves much, but when she did, she always enjoyed it. Helga was very good at shaving, and she loved how she shaved La Diabla. She prayed she could see the outlaw soon because she knew the humiliation and defeat of the mother would break La Diabla emotionally and mentally. Soon, she managed to shave all the hair off and took a towel from Pilar and wiped the groin clean from all the cream. Once she was done, she stared at that naked pussy. The groin was completely devoid of hair and the pussy looked really good. Her own nipples got stiff, and she felt her lust growing. “Yes indeed. Isabel has a very…..very…..pretty pussy.” she said in a soft voice.
Isabel couldn’t help but cry. She knew she was now devoid of hair, and it felt strange. Her groin area was tingling and she felt really sensitive. Her entire body was tingling, but now that her mound was shaved, she felt the tingles in her legs and vagina. She continued to let the tears fall and kept murmuring with great sadness. “You shaved me……you shaved me….” she whimpered.
“Yes, I shaved you! My goodness woman! You should be happy! Your pussy looks amazing! I mean, it really looks so good! I don’t really like you. I hate you because you are responsible for creating that bitch, but I do have to admit. You are a beautiful woman, Isabel. Even as old as you are, you are quite striking. Now, I can still smell how wet you are. I think I will be REALLY nice to you. You have been tickled all over. I bet if I tickled your feet again, you would lose your mind. However, I think your body deserves some pleasure. You got your toes sucked. Your tits were fondled and played with. Now, I think you deserve an orgasm. Would you like that? Hehehe” Priscilla teased. She felt incredibly powerful because she broke the mother of La Diabla. Hearing those whimpers and seeing those tears made her heart very happy. Now she wanted to force an orgasm out of Isabel and complete the domination.
Isabel heard Priscilla’s threat, and she was stunned. The shock of being naked was still there and now she heard that woman threaten to touch her in the most intimate way and make her body do something that was always a very pleasurable thing. She couldn’t even form words at the moment. She was so shocked and stunned that this woman would do such a thing to another woman. She shook her head in disbelief and prayed she could be set free.
“Oh!! I get it, you can’t say anything. Hehehe I know you would love for me to touch your pussy, right?” Priscilla threatened, then started to move her left hand towards the exposed vagina. She placed her fingers on the groin, just right above the pussy and she stroked them on that skin. She was very pleased with her shaving job because the skin was very smooth. She felt the body tremble under her touch, and this sent a jolt of excitement throughout her body. It was time to finish this woman, and she could begin the rest of her plan.
Isabel recoiled when she felt those fingers touching her now shaven groin. This was something she had never experienced before. She felt those fingers stroking all over that skin and her body started to react. It stunned her that her body was not reacting in a panic, but of pleasure. She wondered how she could feel such a thing, but it also dawned on her. She had been brutally tickled and broken down. She was so tired so her body must have craved something a lot nicer. She looked down at her groin and saw those fingers softly stroking that area. She held her breath when she saw and felt them getting closer to the one spot on her body that was the most private. The fingers now went around her mound and started to flutter against the creases where her legs joined her groin. That touch surprised her, and she started to giggle. “Hehehehe what the? Hehehehehe it hehehehe tickles” she giggled softly.
“Ooooh!! You hear that, girls? It looks like Isabel here has a ticklish pussy! I like this!” Priscilla teased as her fingers continued to stroke along those creases. She loved it when a victim had a ticklish pussy. She remembered how La Diabla was ticklish there, and Cheyenne was too. She remembered how Helga would talk about how ticklish the sex slaves were on their pussies. She also remembered just how ticklish Deputy Darby’s pussy was. This was a very erotic thing for her, and she felt her own lust building.
Pilar’s jaw dropped when she heard those giggles coming from Isabel. The way that shaven mound looked drove her wild. She loved how smooth the area was compared to the black hair mixed with some grays where there were. The way her boss was teasing this woman was such an amazing sight. “Hehehe she has a ticklish pussy. How cute!” she taunted.
Maria was also in awe as she saw how Priscilla was tickling those creases, then moved around the groin. She loved the sound of Isabel’s laughter, but these giggles right now were intoxicating to her. It was the way she sounded while the pussy was being tickled that got to her. It seemed so erotic and sensual. She remembered how they tickled poor Veronica into sexual submission, and now, the mother of a dangerous outlaw was about to experience the same. “Hehehehe yes! She does have a ticklish pussy! I think she is going to cum very hard!” she said with great delight.
Isabel continued to giggle and mewl over those fingers tickling her. The sensations only started to increase, and she hated that Priscilla was doing this to her. It was like her body was no longer her own and it was responding to any kind of touch. Her mind hated it, but her body was loving the touch. She then froze when she felt the fingers brush up against her pussy lips. That touch sent incredible pleasure throughout her body. Then she felt the fingers touch there again and again. She started to whimper because her private spot was now being touched. “Please….mmmm….. don’t…..come on….mmmm…” she started to moan.
“Hehehe that’s right. It feels good, doesn’t it? You can enjoy yourself, Isabel. It’s ok. Your poor body is old now. You went through a lot. You are SO ticklish, and you were losing your mind. Now, let me be nice to your body and make you feel……so……good. I want you to just relax your mind and enjoy me dominating this pussy of yours. In fact, I want you to cum for me. Be a good old lady and cum for me.” Priscilla taunted in a soft voice. She loved the way the mound was reacting to her touch. She could see Isabel’s nipples stiffen and the hips started to grind a little. She could tell the body was enjoying this kind of touch even though her mind was losing it. She knew from personal experience what this moment was like. La Diabla had tortured her twice, and her own pussy was touched. She hated that woman with every fiber of her being ever since she captured her in her own home and tickle tortured her all over her body. She remembered how much sexual pleasure she was receiving from the outlaw, even though she wanted to kill her. That was something she never forgotten. That was the most humiliating thing she experienced. The outlaw dominated her sexually twice, and there was nothing she could do to stop enjoying the pleasure of that sexual touch. Now, she was going to do it to the mother. This would be her sweetest victory. “Ladies, suck her toes again. Let’s make her cum.” she instructed her minions.
Maria felt a rush of lust in her body when she heard that instruction. They were going to be able to participate in the sexual conquering of Isabel. They were going to help her cum her brains out. She then looked at those naked toes on the left foot. She did enjoy sucking on them earlier and now she could do it again. She moved her mouth closer to the toes and then wrapped her lips around the big, index, and middle toes and started to suckle on them. They seemed to taste even better now that her own arousal was at a fever pitch. She felt the toes wiggling inside her mouth and she even heard a few muffled giggles. That only motivated her to suck even harder.
Pilar started to lick the undersides of the long toes on the right foot and really felt a lot of arousal in her body. This entire moment was getting highly erotic, and she wondered if she should just masturbate. She loved the way the skin felt on her tongue, and she felt those toes wiggling a little. They were very ticklish and her tongue savored sliding across that delicate skin. She loved that Isabel did have longer toes so she could truly enjoy licking them. “Mmmmm….her toes are so delicious.” she cooed.
Isabel was in a state of anguish in her mind. The touching of her mound felt incredible. Even though it tickled a little, the mouths and tongues on her toes sent shockwaves of sexual pleasure throughout her entire body. The way Priscilla was touching her labia sent another shockwave of sexual pleasure in her body. She had a bad feeling that she was going to orgasm from this kind of touch. The erotic pleasure was much stronger than she imagined could happen. She was so tired, so this touch felt so good to her. Her mind was still racing because she felt horrible that she was enjoying this kind of interaction. It took her a long time to have any kind of sexual contact with someone after her husband died in that tragic train accident so many years ago. She had a few one night stands due to feeling lonely a few times. Those had no emotional meaning to her, even though she had fun. But she mainly refrained from this kind of activity because she could still see her husband Bradley’s face and she still missed him dearly. Now, these women were breaking her down and she felt that pleasure. She also felt the fingers now playing with her clit. That touch on her love button felt sensational. After all her body had gone through this morning, that feeling was very welcomed and now she felt her mind surrendering to this moment. She felt her heart racing faster, and her body was getting more excited. She could already feel the pangs of an orgasm building and at that very moment, she knew Priscilla had won. The evil woman had completely broken her and her body was going to give her what she wanted. Her orgasm. “Mmmmmm……mmmmmmm…” she whimpered.
“That’s right. Be a good old lady. Show us that you can still enjoy the pleasures of sex. It’s ok. You can cum now. Give it to me. Come on, Isabel. Give……it…….to…….me.” Priscilla demanded in a very soft voice. She could see the facial expressions on Isabel’s face and knew she was done for. She kept playing with the clit, making sure she applied just enough pressure and just enough rubbing to make this woman feel incredible. She smiled when she saw Isabel closing her eyes and her head was now resting on the table completely. She could see her mouth forming into the shape of someone about to be orgasming. She felt powerful. She was so close to finishing this woman and taking her prize. Her fingers started to move a little faster and applied a little more pressure. It wouldn’t be long before this woman gave her the orgasm.
Isabel felt the way those fingers were playing with her clit. Her vagina was loving Priscilla at the moment because of the way she touched that spot. It was quite apparent that Priscilla knew how to play with a woman sexually and Isabel felt her orgasm building. Her mind knew she should fight, but her body won and now she gave up all resistance. Her body then took completely over and the way her toes were being sucked combined with the touch on her clit, it was all over. The pressure of the orgasm hit its crest and then crashed over. She started to grunt, then let out an incredible moan as the orgasm rocked her entire body. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she moaned as her orgasm flowed out from her.
Priscilla had an evil smirk as she heard that moan and felt the body convulsing. She knew Isabel just had her orgasm and she felt an incredible satisfaction in her mind and body. She had just sexually conquered the mother of the hated outlaw. This was such a great prize for her because of who this victim was. She had a feeling that La Diabla would truly break mentally knowing her mother was sexually conquered. This woman was more important than Darby or Cheyenne. She moved her hand away from the clit and could see that liquid lust all over the mound. She loved the fact that she had such a strong orgasm. Now it was time to decimate her mentally and emotionally. She got closer to her face and could hear her whimpers, and her soft breathing. She knew she was still in the throes of her post orgasmic feelings and wanted to let her know who she belonged too. “Did that feel good? I bet it did. You did really good, Isabel. You are nice and creamy now hehehe You belong to me now.” she whispered.
Isabel opened her eyes and looked at Priscilla. She felt great shame because she knew what Priscilla said was true. She just gave up one of the most intimate things she could give someone, and she couldn’t stop her. She felt very emotional at the moment and great humiliation. Her eyes started to well up with tears and she really wished she could just go home. “Please…..let me go now….you…..you got me….” she mewled.
“You sound so sad. Hehehe you just had an orgasm. You should be happy! Ladies, make her happy a little bit. Tickle her feet softly please.” Priscilla instructed. She knew poor Isabel was destroyed and now she wanted to reinforce her dominion over her. She knew the body would be extra sensitive and her prisoner was about to lose her mind even more.
Maria heard that instruction and was very happy. She loved sucking the toes, but now she could have a little tickling fun. She started to lightly flutter the fingers of her left hand across the bottom of the left foot, and she felt the foot instantly wiggling around. That made her giggle, and she made sure she placed her fingers directly into that high arch. “Hehehehe she is so ticklish right now!” she called out.
Pilar grinned when she heard the tickling request and started to lightly stroke the tips of her fingers underneath the long toes. She felt them instantly scrunch together and now the foot was spastic. She chuckled to herself because Isabel was a lot more sensitive now. Any touch on her body would drive her crazy. “Hehehehe yes she is! Listen to her. She can’t handle this!” she grinned.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!! STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE ME!!! HAHAHAHA DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” Isabel screamed as she felt those fingers softly touching the bottoms of her feet. The tickling was very intense, and it completely overwhelmed her exhausted body. She felt really sensitive, and those touches were driving her crazy. She looked at Priscilla and she saw that cold look with that evil smirk. She wanted to beg for mercy, and she didn’t care if her dignity was shredded. This was going above torture, and she was going to snap. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE MAKE THEM HAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOOPPP!!!! I BEG YOU!!! I BEG YOU!!!!” she screamed into her gag.
Priscilla loved hearing those delightful screams. She knew Isabel was suffering. She knew she had already broken her spirit. She just wanted to see her suffer some more. This woman needed to forever be broken and become a shell of herself. She needed her in that state in order for her plan for La Diabla to work. She saw the anguish on Isabel’s face. She saw her eyes rolling into the back of her head and heard those screams of ticklish terror. She felt so good within herself. She really enjoyed torturing her and she shuddered with excitement. Now, it was time to make this woman her servant and she giggled when she thought about what she was about to do. “Ok ladies, you can stop. I have a task for Isabel to do.” she commanded.
Isabel felt the fingers stop tickling her feet and she felt such a great sense of relief washing over her. She was in agony and grateful that it stopped. She started to weep as this was all too much for her. She didn’t want to fight anymore. She didn’t want to do anything to Priscilla that would make her torture her again. She knew she had lost her dignity, but at this point, she did not want to suffer anymore. She took a few moments to catch her breath and looked at that sadistic face. “Mercy…..mercy…..” she whimpered.
“You want mercy? Well, I want you to complete a task for me. You do this task and do it well, we can begin to let you go and send you to your new life.” Priscilla told her. She was very excited about what her next move was going to be and looked deep into Isabel’s eyes. She saw that fear in them. She saw that broken will. She thought about the outlaw and wished she was here to see what would happen next.
“Anything…..anything. Please…..I just….want to go home….” Isabel whimpered. She had no idea what Priscilla was about to do to her next, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to leave and be with her friends again back home. She could feel another streak of tears leave her eyes and she prayed that whatever this woman wanted, she would do it well.
“Hehehee good attitude! So, I want you to do ME a favor. I know we are still in the morning, but I am already a little tired. My feet are aching a bit. Torturing you is very hard work. So, what your task to do is to make my feet feel better. You are going to lick my feet and then suck my toes. Do a good job, and we will clean you up and get you out of here. Understand? Or we go back to tickling you and forcing another orgasm out of you.” Priscilla ordered. She saw the look of surprise on Isabel’s face, and she loved it. She thought back to the cavern in Santa Selena where she broke La Diabla’s spirit. The crowning achievement was when she forced the outlaw to suck her toes and worship her feet. It absolutely devastated La Diabla mentally, and now she wanted to do the same to her mother.
Isabel’s heart sank when she heard that request. She did not want to be treated like some slave and kiss this woman’s feet. That would be a humiliating thing to do, but the threat of being tortured again scared her to her core. Her body was on fire and any touch would send her into hysteria. She didn’t want to dare touch that woman’s feet, but she knew she had no choice. It was still unbelievable that it was even happening, but she had to do it. “Ok….” she responded and nodded her head.
“GOOD GIRL!!!!! I know you would be obedient. Hehehehe” Priscilla laughed then sat back on the table in between Isabel’s legs and started to put her left booted foot in the air. She decided she didn’t want to take off the boot herself, so she looked to her left and saw Pilar. “Hey, can you take my boot and sock off? I want to put my foot near her face so she can see what she is about to lick close up.” she requested.
Pilar was stunned over that request. She was going to take off Priscilla’s boot and sock and expose her bare foot. She had seen the foot before, but now she was going to get a good look at them. The thought of Isabel having to lick that foot and suck on the toes sounded very exciting. It was the ultimate way to finish off a victim and completely embarrass them. It made her think she should do the same to new sex slaves. She went over to where Priscilla’s foot was, which was directly over Isabel’s face, and she gripped the heel of the boot and started to tug on it. “Yes, it will be my pleasure.” she responded as she pulled on the boot.
Isabel looked on with terror in her eyes as she saw Pilar starting to slide the boot off of Priscilla’s left foot. She saw how the heel of the boot came off the heel and now it was sliding up the sole. She could not believe she was about to put that evil woman’s foot in her mouth. She knew she had no choice, but it was still horrifying. She saw the boot come off the foot and now that black socked foot was exposed. She could tell the foot was long and narrow and she wondered how she was going to survive this. She started to whimper even more when she saw the sock being peeled off. She saw the sock leave the heel and she could see the skin of the foot. The skin was creamy and now the arch was exposed. This woman’s foot was about to be exposed, and she had to actually give this woman some kind of pleasure.
Pilar continued to peel off the sock and she wanted to see the foot. It had been a while since she saw Priscilla’s feet and was excited to see them up close and in this situation. The sock came off the arch, then the ball of the foot and finally, she tugged it off the toes. She did a slight gasp as she saw the now naked foot of Priscilla Montenegro. From her vantage point, she could see the top of the foot. The foot was long and narrow with pale skin. The big toe was prominent, and the toes descended in length. The nails were trimmed and natural. It was a very nice-looking foot. She looked at the sole for a moment and saw that creamy skin. She wondered if that foot was ticklish. With all the tickling that has been going on lately, she wondered if Priscilla was ticklish too. She couldn’t find out herself or she would be the one strapped down on the table, naked, and tortured. She then looked at Priscilla’s face and smiled. “You have a very pretty foot. I like them.” she asked.
“Thank you! I try to keep my feet looking nice. A woman should take care of her feet. I want to feel her tongue and lips all over this foot of mine.” Priscilla responded. She knew she really tortured Isabel and now the final humiliation was upon them. “Ok, Isabel. Take care of my foot. Kiss my sole and then lick it. DO IT!!!” she declared and placed her foot right on Isabel’s face.
Isabel felt that warm foot touching her face, and she lost all of her dignity. This woman had just completely humiliated her and now was treating her like some animal. The skin was very soft and there wasn’t a bad smell to them. She wanted to bite that foot. She wanted Priscilla to feel pain and make her pay for this, but she was still tied down, exhausted and broken. She mustered the strength to start kissing the foot. She could taste the skin of the foot which was slightly salty, and she felt that burning shame within her soul. The foot moved up and down where she could kiss the heel, then the arch, then the ball of the foot and then on the undersides of those long toes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She took out her tongue and planted the top of the tongue on the heel and she felt the foot sliding downwards, which made her lick the heel, then into the arch, off the ball of the foot and then the undersides of the toes. She absolutely could not believe she licked this woman’s foot. It was such a shameful moment, and her body burned with embarrassment. She licked the foot again and she heard a slight giggle. Her tongue got to the toes, she felt the wiggling a little and she heard a slight giggle again.
“Hehehe that kind of tickles. Your tongue feels really nice there, Isabel. You are really good at licking feet, aren’t you? You must do this quite often. Hehehe” Priscilla taunted as she felt that tongue licking the bottom of her foot. She felt a little ticklish at the moment and she had to compose herself. She wanted to portray how powerful she was and not as ticklish as her victims. She knew a cute little admission of being ticklish would drive her victims crazy, but it was still about dominating them.
Pilar heard that ticklish admission and she swooned. Knowing that Priscilla was ticklish was very exciting. She looked at Isabel licking the sole of that foot and in a way, she wanted to do the same. She wanted to make Priscilla giggle and service her. She noticed that the toes would wiggle a lot when Isabel’s tongue went underneath them. She looked over at Maria who had a look of awe on her face. It truly was an amazing sight and felt even more proud to be associated with this very powerful woman.
Isabel continued to lick the bottom of that left foot and she never had been so humiliated in her life. This entire moment just kept getting worse. She wondered when it would all stop. She also had great fear. Priscilla talked about her new life, and she had no idea what that even meant. As her tongue continued to taste that skin, she felt fear about what her eventual fate would be.
“Such a good foot licker. Hehehe Ok, Isabel. You can suck on my toes. Do a good job or we will tickle your toes.” Priscilla commanded. She then placed her left big toe on Isabel’s lips and she felt the digit go inside that very warm mouth. She felt a tingling sensation throughout her body as her victim started to suck on her toe. She felt so incredible and so powerful at the moment. She actually got both mother and daughter to suck her toes in submission to her. She then felt her index toe getting sucked on and she allowed her head to drop backwards and enjoy the sensation. She remembered when La Diabla sucked her toes, and the outlaw did such a great job that she was very turned on from it. She started to feel that way right now with Isabel sucking on her toes and she swooned.
Maria watched the toe sucking and she felt incredibly horny. The way Isabel’s lips wrapped around those toes was very erotic and she loved the scene. She felt her own nipples throbbing and wished she could play with herself. All this tickle torturing of these women was getting more and more erotic to her. She couldn’t believe she was getting so turned on by it, but it was how everything unfolded itself. She then saw Isabel sucking on the baby toe and heard that slurping sound. It was an amazing sight to see how Priscilla truly dominated this woman.
Priscilla moaned in pleasure once all her toes were sucked. She then moved her left foot away and stared at her toes. They were glistening with saliva, and she loved how well Isabel did. She then moved her left foot away and then lifted her right foot up. It was time to have those toys sucked on, and she looked at Maria. “Hey, take off my boot and sock so she can suck on these toes.” she instructed.
Isabel felt terrible that she had just sucked this evil woman’s toes. It was so humiliating and so degrading for her. The worse part about it was that she knew she had to do it. There was no way she would be able to withstand another round of tickle torture. She felt the foot move away and her eyes were closed. She prayed her ordeal was over and she could just be away from this embarrassing moment. Then she heard Priscilla telling someone to take off her right foot and she started to whimper. It meant that she had to suck toes again and kiss the naked foot of the woman who destroyed her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the right boot being taken off. She saw that socked foot and knew it would soon be on her face. The sock started to peel off the heel, then the arch was exposed. Her eyes were fixated on that creamy skin and soon, the toes were exposed. She felt tears welling up in her eyes again as the newly naked foot was now approaching her face.
Priscilla wiggled her toes in the air and then moved her foot downwards and planted her foot on Isabel’s face. She loved how warm that face felt on the bottom of her foot, and it was time to finish the humiliation of this woman. “Ok, start kissing and licking. You know what to do.” she instructed.
Maria was still holding the empty right boot and the sock in her hands. She saw how Priscilla planted her foot on Isabel’s face and gave that command. It was such a great sight to see how powerful Priscilla was. This was true domination of another person. She wondered how powerful she was. Could she break anyone and if she did, she hoped she was there. She saw Isabel kissing that foot with such tender care. She then saw that tongue come out and she gave that foot a tongue bath. She could hear the soft cries from the prisoner and some giggles from Priscilla. Knowing that Priscilla was ticklish was such an interesting bit of information. She liked the sounds of her soft giggles and thought it was very cute. She then watched as the right big toe went inside Isabel’s mouth and the poor woman started to suck on that toe.
Isabel had Priscilla’s toe in her mouth, and she sucked on it. Her body filled with shame as she continued to suckle on the digit. She prayed this would end. She didn’t want to do this anymore. She felt the big toe slip out of her mouth and then the index toe went inside. A tear finally came out of her left eye, and she wanted to cry a lot. This degradation of her was too much and she got really emotional. She still continued to suck each of the toes and when she got to the baby one, she sucked as hard as she could and even made a suckling sound.
“hehehe ok!!! That is enough of sucking my toes.” Priscilla giggled as she felt a very strong ticklish sensation after her baby toe was sucked very hard. She then looked at all ten toes and loved how they glistened. She finally had her moment. She broke Isabel and made her fully submit. She wanted to scream in excitement, but since her two minions were here, she wanted to maintain her composure. She wanted to show them how you dominate another woman and now she was going to expect them to do the same to the new sex slaves. She then turned her body and moved her feet away. They were dangling over the edge of the table, and she took her socks and her boots back from Pilar and Maria. It was time to finish up in here and move on to the next phase of her plan. “That was fun! Hehehe” she laughed.
Pilar clapped her hands and had a huge smile. She loved the destructive way they dominated Isabel and felt even more motivated to be a part of the new sex trafficking ring. She watched as Priscilla got off the table and stood there proud. Her eyes went to Isabel’s face, and she saw total defeat on it. She smiled and then looked back at Priscilla. “We got her good! Now, what will we do with her?” she asked.
“Now it is time for the next phase of the plan. Let’s clean her up first. Her pussy is a mess with all her juices, and she looks sweaty. Put her clothes back on and make her look decent. We will take her back to our room for the moment. Then we will go to that building where we first tried to lure La Diabla and her bitch friend. That is where I want to meet someone. That is where Isabel will be crucial in getting me what I want.” Priscilla ordered. She crossed her arms and looked at her two minions. Now was the time to get moving and she could finally start to get her revenge.
“Yes, ma’am! We will take care of Isabel. By the way, what is the plan? After we get her back to our room, what will we do?” Pilar asked. She started to untie Isabel’s wrists and wondered what the next move was going to be.
“Very simple. Once we get her set up in the room, I will write a letter. I will send it to the one person that wants to see her alive and ok. This one person will do anything I say if she ever wants to see this pathetic old bitch ever again. I think it will be time for me and La Diabla to have a meeting again. Hehehehe That bitch will be under my control.” Priscilla said with an evil laugh. She felt extra excited now that she would get over on the outlaw. It was about that time to make her greatest rival suffer like no other time. She watched with joy as she saw both Maria and Pilar untying Isabel and cleaning her up. She watched as they started to get her clothes back on. She could see how much of a mess she was and loved it. there was no resistance from her. There was no complaining. Only some soft crying and absolute submission. Once they got her clothes back on, she looked at her minions and smiled. “Good job, ladies. Ok, when I write my demand letter, I have a contact here in this town. He will deliver that letter to someone that knows the evil bitch. I certainly hope she is still around, or she will never see her mother again…..” she said, then rubbed her hands.
IN PLOTSVILLE
Darby walked through the town of Plotsville and she felt good. It was a smooth day, and she was hopeful about the upcoming festival. The mayor had laid out all the events that he and Catherine LaSalle planned. Sheriff Dickerson had a great meeting with all the deputies and went over the security plan. They also wanted to vet the incoming vendors to make sure nothing illegal would happen and to keep the town safe. The one thing that worried Darby was that thief that went around tying up women, tickling them and stealing their jewelry. Now that word got out a lot of women expressed concern over their safety. She had just finished speaking with a woman who had a lot of fear, and she couldn’t sleep at night. Darby did her best to comfort her and told her they would find out who it was and bring them to justice. She then looked over at her apprentice who was walking with her. She knew how many challenges Becky was facing and had to keep encouraging her. Once they solved the thief crime spree, perhaps that would get Becky to feel confident again. “Hey Becky, want to stop by The Thirsty Cowboy?” she asked, hoping to go see their friends Mandy and Mia there.
Becky smiled at her mentor when she heard that offer. She was having a much better day, and she was at the meeting with Sheriff Dickerson, and all the deputies. She liked the security plan they laid out, even though she had to remain at the Sheriff’s station. She really wished they could find the Tickling Thief because she was also with Darby when a female citizen approached them and talked about how concerned she was about the thief. She couldn’t blame her because the thief was very good at torturing their victims. She wondered who this thief was and once they captured them, she wanted to do the unmasking herself. She nodded her head at Darby, and she wanted to go by the most popular bar in town. “Sure, let’s go! I would love to go see Mia and Mand----” she tried to say.
“DEPUTY DARBY REEVES!!!!! I need to talk to you for a moment!” a voice yelled out.
Darby stopped in her tracks and looked over in the direction of the voice. She then made eye contact with the person, and she had to put on her poker face. It was none other than Donna Prescott. The woman walked with a purpose towards her, and she wondered what she was going to yell about now. She was also very concerned with Donna approaching because Becky was with her at the moment. She knew how much Donna detested her apprentice and she had to prepare to defend Becky. “Donna Prescott. What can I do for you today?” she asked as the woman was now in front of her.
Donna Prescott could feel her anger rising as she approached Darby. She got even angrier when she saw who was next to Darby. She really had a lot of anger towards Becky, and she really wanted that young woman to suffer. She looked at Becky and held her nose in the air. Then she looked at Darby and it was time to voice her opinions. “I want an update, and I want it NOW!!!! Did you find my father’s ruby?” she asked in a very strong tone.
Darby heard the tone in Donna’s voice, and she had to remain calm. She knew this woman wanted to argue and she just could not let that happen. She knew that by finally catching the thief, they would find that precious jewel and they could at least have a moment of peace from Donna. “Not yet. We are still investigating and----” she tried to explain.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARE STILL INVESTIGATING???? HOW COME YOU HAVEN’T SOLVED IT YET? I thought you and the rest of the deputies were competent!” Donna yelled. She felt nervous because her parents were returning soon, and she didn’t want to tell them that the prized jewel was gone. She then looked over at Becky and her anger grew again. “AND YOU!!!! Have you been fired yet? This is all YOUR fault!” she yelled.
Becky heard the harsh words and it hurt her feelings. Donna was determined to make her lose her job and crush her dreams of ever being a deputy. She knew she couldn’t yell back at the woman, and she felt horrible. It was because of her own failure to protect her the jewel. “We are tryin’ our best….” she said in a soft voice.
Darby saw Donna now yelling at Becky and it got her angry. She hated the fact she kept making Becky feel terrible and she was not going to put up with it any longer. Donna was a citizen of Plotsville, but she was not going to berate them and treat them harshly. “DONNA PRESCOTT!!!! I have had about enough of your mean words towards muh apprentice! Listen, and listen good! She tried her best to protect you. She works hard and she has a lot of talent. If I recall, it was not HER that revealed the location of the ruby, it was YOU!!! So, if you want to be angry at anyone, it should be YOU angry at YOURSELF! We are still investigating and once we find that thief, we will get your ruby back! Now, I want ya to go back to your home and relax. Do not talk to me or muh apprentice like that again. You are not going to disrespect us!” she yelled in a very strong tone of voice.
Donna’s jaw dropped when she heard Darby’s yelling back at her. It stunned her that she was talked to in that way. She looked around and saw a few passersby looking at them and she felt a little embarrassed. “Well, I never! You don’t have to yell at me!” she shot back.
“I apologize for muh tone of voice, but you are getting really disrespectful right now and I am not going to tolerate it. We are doing our very best to find that jewel and the valuables of everyone else as well.” Darby continued. She felt her adrenaline flowing and started to calm herself down. She did see some people walking by looking at them and she did not want to make a huge scene.
“Fine! Please find that rotten thief soon, so I can get that jewel back.” Donna replied in a huff. She looked at Becky and wanted to say something mean, but she held back because she did not want to have Darby chastise her again in public. She then looked back at Darby and wanted to tell her something else that was bothering her as well. “Ok, fine. I hope you solve it. Now, I have another complaint. That burlesque show is really evil. Why have they not been closed down! You know me and other women of fine society feel that place has brought a lot of crime because those *****s in there are selling sex! You know they are! When will that place get shut down and when will they go away?” she asked.
Darby shook her head because this woman did nothing but complain. She looked at her and she did make a good point about the burlesque bar. That show brought a lot of men to it and a lot of them were not civilized men. She knew there were a lot of citizens that voiced their displeasure about the show and there was a movement to shut them down. She didn’t mind the show, but it did bring a lot of controversy to Plotsville. “I understand you do not like that show., However, they do have a valid permit, and the mayor approved it. So, perhaps you should speak to him about your concerns. Unless they commit actual crimes, with proof, then I can’t do anything. Muh hands are tied.” she explained.
“Your hands are tied? Hmpf! Well, I guess I better go to Mayor Hickenbottom AGAIN and voice my displeasure. I can promise that you have not heard the last of me! Have a good day!” Donna yelled, then left in a huff. She thought about the many times she went to visit the mayor about that show and each time he kept telling her that without any evidence of them doing something illegal, they were free to operate their business. She walked away and when she saw some man staring at her, she stuck her nose in the air and walked faster. “What are you looking at?” she said with a lot of attitude in her voice.
“I swear, that woman just won’t stop.” Darby said as she saw Donna walking away. She looked over at Becky who had a look of sadness on her face. She knew just how much Donna stressed her out and she wanted to keep her spirits up. “Are you ok?” she asked.
Becky watched Donna walk away and she felt relieved. She hated the way she felt whenever she encountered Donna and now that she was gone, she could relax a little. “Why can’t she just relax? She is always so angry. I wish I did a better job when I was at her house.” she said softly.
“Becky, try not to worry about her. As you can tell, she likes to run her mouth a lot. We should remain focused on finding that thief and give that insane woman her ruby back. I am sure we will solve the case.” Darby told her. She then placed her right hand on Becky’s left shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze of comfort.
“I hope so. She keeps trying to get me fired. Thank ya for defendin’ me. That was nice of ya.” Becky responded as she looked at Darby. She had so much love and admiration for her mentor and was grateful that she stuck up for her.
“I meant every word of what I said about you. You have great talent, and it is just a matter of time when you become a deputy. I have and will always be proud of you. Don’t let her get you down, ok? Let me see that smile again.” Darby said then she smiled. She wanted to get Becky in a good mood, so they could enjoy the rest of the day.
“Thanks, but it is kind of hard. She kinda makes muh mood go bad. I will try to smile for ya though. We will solve the case.” Becky responded, then had a halfhearted smile. All her interactions with Donna were stressful and she wanted to try and stop thinking about her. She was also sad that Donna called the dancers at the burlesque show a bunch of *s. She had some feelings for Rita and her being called a * bothered her a lot.
“Hehehe That is a good try at smiling. How about this? We can always go to Gertrude’s house, and she could tickle your feet. That will perk you up in no time!” Darby joked. She thought about how much Gertrude loved tickling women’s feet and hoped that would make Becky lighten up a little as they finished the patrol.
“Hehehe No!!! I mean, I really like Gertrude, but she really knows how to tickle muh feet! She would have me laughin’ forever. Hehehe We could always have her tickle yours.” Becky said with a silly smile. The thought of having her feet tickled by Gertrude did make her laugh because that woman definitely knew how to bring out the intense ticklish feelings in someone.
“I think we should pass them. Gertrude would tickle our feet all night long if she could. Hehehehe Well, I got you smiling again. Let’s go to the Thirsty Cowboy and see our friends.” Darby said with a large smile. She was happy that Becky seemed a bit happier and now they could try and finish the day on a good note. It was close to noon, and they still had some work to do.
Sylvia made her way to the abandoned building on the newly purchased land by Agatha Walden, Phoebe Wellington’s bitter rival. She arrived by a horse drawn wagon and she was not alone. She had company with her, and this was her moment to explain everything. She was still feeling good about catching the notorious tickling thief in Plotsville and discovering who the thief was. It was Ingrid, who was a dancer at Madam Broussard’s Burlesque show. She tormented the small woman and forced her to reveal the criminal ring that Marge Broussard was running underground to her burlesque show. It was perfect because she had to find someone to help control and watch over the new sex slaves. It was time to set up the location and she would contact Priscilla Montenegro very soon. She wanted to tell her that the location was ready, and they could start kidnapping hapless women. Knowing that Marge Broussard was running a criminal ring, and the thief stole so many jewels from the women of Plotsville, she used it to her advantage and enlisted their help in taking care of the sex slaves at this building. She told them that they would be paid handsomely and that it was good business. Marge had agreed and now she wanted to take them to this location and help them prepare for their new roles. She walked up to the building door and looked around. The building itself was a storage facility. When she inspected it earlier, she saw many stalls that horses, cattle and even products such as hay and vegetables could be stored. There were also many storerooms that could be used to torture the sex slaves and also keep them inside. It was very far away from the main buildings on the land. It was also next to a small house where farm workers could stay over if they had to. Sylvia turned around and looked at who accompanied her. She saw Marge Broussard, Rita Wade, Ingrid and Diane. They looked around the place with awe and it was time to orient them. “Welcome to this location. Now, let’s go inside and I will show you around.
Rita looked around and saw just how far away this building was from the main ones on the plot of land. This place looked very isolated, and she felt a little nervous. She was excited about making a lot of money, but to be involved in sex trafficking was very risky. She knew why they had to do it, but she still was very nervous. She looked around this storage facility and saw the different stalls and then the storerooms. She listened to Sylvia explain how each room could be used, but it would be up to them. She figured that they could dominate the new sex slaves by using the same method they used on people they wanted to rob. Have them drink a special potion to increase their sensitivity, then tickle them silly and sexually conquer them. It was a new adventure, and she prayed it worked out. “Interesting place. So, we would hold these women here? How long would they be in this place?” she asked.
“They would be in here until the auction is to take place. My business partner, Priscilla Montenegro, will be in charge of that. She is very aware that the new slaves won’t be held here for that long. That runs the risk of being caught. So, when she organizes a time to sell the slaves, we will notify you, and we can start kidnapping the ladies, bring them here, torture them to break their will, then prepare them to be sold. My guess is perhaps two to three days max of captivity, then we leave and wait for the next go around. So, you do not have to worry about your business suffering, Marge. You can schedule the dancers any way you like.” Sylvia explained. She started to feel more confident that this business was going to work out for Christos and Priscilla. Now that they were going into details, she did like how these burlesque dancers were paying close attention. Everything had to be perfect, or they all risked jail time if caught.
“That sounds simple enough. We do need to make sure we are not caught. It is also good that we don’t have to be here for days. I like this plan. How often will we get paid for our assistance?” Marge asked. She found the facility impressive and also felt a little nervous. She robbed people but never tried to get them to be sex slaves before. This level of crime was much greater than anything she ever participated in. It was going to be a challenge but could also bring a lot of fun.
“Well, we will pay a little upfront. However, once the slaves are sold, you will get a percentage of those sales. Let me speak with my partner Priscilla. I want to give you some money now, like a down payment of sorts. Also, whatever you do, do not get caught over here. Stay away from the main buildings. The woman that owns this land is aware I will be working in here, but she was instructed to never come by for her own sake. Understood?” Sylvia asked. She figured these women should get some form of payment at the moment so that they knew this operation was true. They were not part of the original plan, so she had to make sure they were still willing to do it. The blackmail she had over them wasn’t guaranteed so she had to motivate them as well.
“Perfect. Ok, now that we have seen this place, what is next for us?” Marge asked. She was ready for the first sex slave to be kidnapped, so they could get paid and have some erotic fun while they were at it.
“You can head back to Plotsville. However, I want Ingrid to stay with me for a moment. I have a job I need to take care of, and I could use her skills.” Sylvia responded, then had a sinister smile. She remembered a favor she wanted to do for Agatha and Ingrid’s abilities combined with hers would make this job much easier.
Ingrid looked surprised when she heard that she was needed for a job. She was still stunned she was going to partner with the same woman who captured her, unmasked her and made her submit to her. Even though she failed miserably, it could turn out to be a good thing since she and the other dancers were going to be paid a lot more. She was intrigued by the sex trafficking ring because the more she broke into women’s homes, the more she wanted to play with them in a teasing, sexual manner. She looked at Marge, who looked right back at her with a smile. “Am I ok to go with her?” she asked softly.
Marge was curious what the job was going to be. She looked at Sylvia and knew she meant business. She was also thrilled that she could get an advanced payment and looked forward to the first sex slave. “Sure, you can go with her. Should we wait here for the two of you to return? Are you bringing in a new sex slave?” she asked.
“For this job, no. The target I have in mind is too high value and if she goes missing, it will cause a great problem for this operation. If she was taken, it would be having us leave the country. This target in particular is a nuisance to the woman who owns this land, and I want to teach her a lesson. That’s where Ingrid can help me. We both have skills to capture her and have our way with her. She will learn a very hard lesson. The woman I have in mind is…..Phoebe Wellington.” Sylvia said with a grin. She remembered speaking with Agatha and how that woman wanted Phoebe to suffer. Now that she had Ingrid on her side, they could go kidnap Phoebe and torment her like she did with the maid, Kylie Rockford. She knew kidnapping Phoebe would require leaving for Mexico, so she just wanted to torture her and leave her in misery. It would have been good to make that rich woman a sex slave, but for now, she was just going to be humiliated. She could not wait for that moment to happen.
La Diabla rode her horse and approached the Toscano farm. She was feeling good. It was a warm day and after their successful time in Ciudad Azteca, she looked forward to spending some time with Cheyenne and Molly here on Bella’s farm. She wanted to just relax and enjoy herself before they headed back to California and spend the rest of the summer together. She had Gabby riding her horse on her left side and Veronica riding her horse on her right side. She wished she had her own horse, Tesoro, with her, but he was back at the Elu tribe. She road onto the farmland and made it to the stables. She saw the workers approaching and then dismounted her horse. She saw both Gabby and Veronica looking at her and then they started to walk back to the house. “It feels good to be back here. I bet Bella has some good food cooking too.” she said with a grin.
“Yes, it is good to be here. Good idea of having to spend some time here. It is so peaceful here and we can also count our money again. Hahahaha We really did have a great time in Ciudad Azteca. Hey, are you going to tell Bella about Gianna? Hehehe” Gabby teased. She loved trying to make La Diabla react to the things she said and have some fun. She had a feeling there was something between Bella and the outlaw, but there was also something with La Diabla and others too. After spending that night with her and having sex with her and the love of her life, she knew other women would love La Diabla as well. Right now, Gianna was the hot topic, and she loved the look in La Diabla’s face.
“Gabby! Do you really have to bring up Gianna’s name? Let that go. What happens in Ciudad Azteca, stays in Ciudad Azteca.” La Diabla responded with an exasperated grin. These two friends of hers constantly teased her about the barmaid from that town. She liked Gianna, but she knew she had to move on from that affair.
“Hehehe you are so cute. Every time we mention her name; you get all cute!” Veronica teased. She loved teasing the outlaw as well. She really loved the bond they all had and spending these next few days was going to be a lot of fun.
“Can you two please stop bringing her up? Hehehee Don’t tell Cheyenne and Molly please. They think highly of me and you two will make me look like I sleep with everyone.” La Diabla said with a smile. She loved them both dearly, but she wanted to protect her image in front of Cheyenne especially. It was such a weird feeling because everyone knew she was a dangerous outlaw and did unspeakable things in her life. Yet for her, it was very important that Cheyenne thought highly of her. She loved how Cheyenne viewed her, and she wanted to at least try to maintain her “nice side” to her.
“Ok, ok. We won’t tease you in front of Cheyenne. We won’t even tease you in front of Bella. I got a feeling she might get jealous. Hehehe” Gabby joked. She continued to walk next to La Diabla, and they approached the house. She was the first one to the front door and she knocked. The door opened up and she saw Ana the maid. “Ana!!!” she shouted with happiness.
“Gabby? Veronica? La Diabla! You are all back! Come in, come in!” Ana said as she opened the door and the ladies came in. She always loved interacting with them, especially Gabby and Veronica. The times she spent with them were always amazing and she hoped they could do it again. The thought of playing with them when all these other guests here really excited her. “I take it your time away was good? Anything exciting?” she asked.
“You can say that. Hehehe Ciudad Azteca was very exciting actually. We had a good time, but now it is time to relax. It has been a long journey.” La Diabla replied. She walked further inside the house and then she saw someone approaching her quickly. She couldn’t help but smile as she saw who it was. Then she stood still and braced herself, by splitting her legs a little and trying to maintain balance. The person headed to her and then welcomed her with a bone crushing hug. “Cheyenne! So good to see you!” she said.
“YOU’RE BACK!!!!” Cheyenne screamed as she hugged La Diabla. She was very happy to see her friend again and couldn’t wait to hear stories. She let go of the hug and saw that happy face. She then saw Molly come into the living room and she smiled again. “Molly! They’re back!” she told her.
“Good to see you Qalataqa!” Molly said, then waved. She knew La Diabla went by many names, but figured she would use the name that Cheyenne referred to her as. She saw the other ladies enter and she waved back at them. “Good to see you as well Gabby and Veronica! How was Ciudad Azteca?” she asked.
“Molly, it was FUN!!! We had a great time there. The town was having their fiesta, and it was such great fun. La Diabla definitely had a good time. We made some new friends and….” Gabby started to say.
“HEY!!!! Don’t tell them stories just yet….” La Diabla told her with a gritted smile. She had a feeling that Gabby was about to blurt out Gianna’s name again. She loved Gabby but had to make sure she didn’t go into too many details.
“hehehe oh yeah, I will let her tell you the stories.” Gabby said, and realized she almost blurted out Gianna’s name. She then headed towards the couches and sat down. She saw everyone else sitting down and she started to relax. Then she saw Bella enter the room and she smiled. “Bella! So good to see you too!” she called out.
Bella walked into the living room and was very happy to see La Diabla, Gabby and Veronica. She always enjoyed their presence, and she wanted to be around them as much as possible. She waved to everyone and then took a seat across from La Diabla. She saw Cheyenne next to the outlaw and wished she was there. She still had those romantic feelings for her, but she had to control them because La Diabla’s heart belonged to someone else. “So, you know we want to hear all about Ciudad Azteca, so tell us stories please. Hehehehe” she giggled.
“Well……. first, they have this HUGE fiesta going on. There are people everywhere. There is lots of food and drinks. Many bands were playing, and people were dancing. Even the mayor had an event at his home, and it was pretty wild.” La Diabla started to tell the story. She figured she had to be the lead storyteller before her two friends would blurt out stuff not meant to be said. They did rob a woman, tortured her and then went through their own trauma when Veronica was kidnapped. Knowing that Priscilla Montenegro was behind it really angered her. She wished she could just eliminate Priscilla off the planet, but she needed an army to do so. She continued to tell stories and Veronica and Gabby would interject with a few things. It was a great time being around these ladies and she started to hear her stomach growling. It was past noon, and she wanted to eat soon. “I think next year; we should all go to Ciudad Azteca and have a great time!” she said.
Bella loved listening to La Diabla speak. She loved the way she would tell stories. The way her voice inflicted and imitated voices. She stared at the beautiful face and wished she could kiss her again. She knew La Diabla was in love with Darby, but she still had some feelings for her. She then saw the others now engaging in conversation and she loved it. She always wanted her guests to be comfortable and have a good time. She then stood up and excused herself. She wanted to go check on lunch that was being prepared. She knew everyone had to be hungry at this point. She left the room and then she heard a knock at the door. She figured she was up, so she might as well answer it herself. She opened the door and saw one of her farm workers standing there. He looked tired as he was working in the fields all morning. The workers didn’t usually come to the house, so there must have been something wrong. She hoped she didn’t have to go out to the fields and help resolve any issues. She just wanted to stay inside and relax. “Hello Pablo! What’s going on? Is everything ok?” she asked.
“Si, Senora! Everything is ok. I just wanted to drop this off. Some man came by the fields and asked if this was the Toscano farm. When I told him it was, he said he had a letter to deliver. It was weird. He said it was for one of your guests. Here is the letter.” Pable told her, then handed over the letter.
“Hmmm….ok. Maybe someone knew a guest might be here. Thank you, Pablo. Oh, and get some refreshing water. Tell everyone they can have a break. I know you are all working so hard out there.” Bella told him. She saw him walk away and she closed the door. She looked at the envelope and saw two letters on it. They read: “L. D.”. She wondered what that was about and then remembered what Pablo told her. The letter was intended for a guest, and it dawned on her. It must have been for La Diabla. That stunned her because no one knew the outlaw would be there. She got a little nervous and figured she better deliver this envelope to the outlaw and hope everything was ok. Bella went back to the living room and heard all the laughter and the chatter inside the room. She approached La Diabla and smiled. “Hey, Salem. Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?” she asked softly.
La Diabla finished laughing over a joke Gabby said and saw Bella standing there, motioning her hand and hearing her request to have a chat. She looked at her friends and told them she would return. She stood up and then walked away with Bella into the hallway. “Hey, what did you want to talk about?” she asked with a smile.
“First question, did you tell anyone that you were here?” Bella asked. It was really odd that someone knew the outlaw would be here and she prayed it was not going to put anyone in danger.
“Um, nooooo. Except for Darby, Phoebe and the others. They knew me, Cheyenne and Molly were coming here. Why do you ask?” La Diabla asked in return. She could see the nervous look on Bella’s face and wondered what was happening.
“Oh, that’s right! You did spend time with Darby in Plotsville. Whew!” Bella said. She figured that the letter must have been from someone at the reunion, which could also be Darby. It would make sense for the letter to be addressed as “L.D.” since they couldn’t exactly write the name all the way out. But then she thought about something. There was no return address on the letter and if it was someone they knew, they would surely put their names on it.
“Hehehe why do you sound so relieved? Bella, what’s going on?” La Diabla asked. She saw a look of relief on Bella’s face, and she wondered what was happening.
“Well, the strangest thing. I got this letter, and it has your initials on it. Well, the initials of the moniker you go by. Here.” Bella answered, then handed over the letter to La Diabla.
La Diabla took the letter from Bella’s hand and looked over it. It did have the initials on it, and she was very curious. She noticed there was no name or return address on the envelope either. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she opened the envelope up. She took out the letter and smiled at Bella. “Let’s see what it says….” she said, then started to read the contents.
Hello you bitch!
Surprised? Yes, it is me. Your greatest nightmare. I hope you are having a great time right now. I am hoping that you are at the Toscano farm. If not, then you will regret not being there. Anyway, you are probably wondering what this letter is all about. It is about my revenge! I hate you. I mean, I really hate you and I am determined to destroy you once and for all. Now before you get angry and throw this away, I highly suggest you keep reading it. Some very important details are in this letter.
I want YOU to come to see me in Ciudad Azteca. I have a business proposition for you. It is time you worked for me. I could use your skills to good use. You ruined my business before and now you will help me grow it again. I am guessing you will refuse, but I am warning you. I have your heart right now. If I do not see you tonight around 8pm at the same place you were instructed to first meet my courier regarding Veronica, then you will never see your heart again. I can’t wait to show you what I have of yours. It will be beautiful. I am sure those idiots you call friends will be with you, but once we meet, it better be just you. I got you, La Diabla. I really got you. You will finally pay the price for what you did to me. See you soon you filthy *****!
With hatred,
Priscilla Montenegro
Your boss
La Diabla’s jaw dropped when she read that letter. It was from her greatest rival, and she immediately got angry. She thought she got the better of Priscilla when she rescued Veronica and managed to keep the diamond away from her and gave it to the gangster Eduardo Martinez. Reading those words really bothered her. She could hear Priscilla’s voice in the choice of words and now her anger started to rise. She wondered what she meant by “her heart”. The way the letter read, it was a threat. There was something that Priscilla had that she must have cared about. She tried to wonder what it all meant. She wondered if it was someone she loved. But Cheyenne was here, as well as her friends. She tried to wrack her mind thinking about what the heck Priscilla was talking about. “What the hell?” she said in shock.
Bella saw La Diabla’s eyes as she read the letter. She could tell there was something inside that letter that was making her react. She wanted to know what the letter said so that perhaps she could help her. “What’s wrong? What did the letter say?” she asked.
“It’s from Priscilla Montenegro. That bitch somehow knew I would be here. It must have been when she saw us in Ciudad Del Reina. She knows I know you. Dammit. What does this crazy bitch want?” La Diabla reacted. She kept wondering what was meant by the threat. She then started to walk back to the living room, reading the letter over and over. She walked into the room and could hear the cheerful banter that was happening. She had a stunned look on her face, and she looked around and everyone she cared about was in this room. She started to wonder if “her heart” was Darby! She remembered how much Priscilla hated Darby as well. That made her fearful that her lover may have been captured. That would definitely affect her and now she knew what she had to do.
“Hey, what’s bothering you? You look like you saw a ghost.” Veronica said with a smile. She saw La Diabla walk back into the room, and she had a stunned look on her face. She saw Bella next to her and she wondered what was going on.
La Diabla heard Veronica’s voice and looked towards her. Now she saw everyone looking at her and she knew she had to maintain her composure. She saw Cheyenne looking at her and her heart dropped. She had to maintain her composure for her sake. She felt that she could not tell Cheyenne what was wrong because she would have to say Priscilla’s name. She remembered how traumatized Cheyenne was from that woman and she did not want to make her fearful or sad again. She was having a great vacation and the last thing she wanted her to think about was the woman who nearly destroyed her. She then put on a fake smile and walked over to the group. “Aw nothing. I was just daydreaming. Hehehe Everyone ready for lunch?” she asked.
Bella wondered why La Diabla didn’t mention the letter to the group and figured she better maintain her own silence about it. There had to be good reason to not mention Priscilla and then she saw Cheyenne. She wondered if the outlaw was protecting her because she remembered the story of what happened in Santa Selena with Priscilla and Cheyenne. She figured it was a good time for lunch, and she clapped her hands. “Yes, is everyone ready for lunch?” she asked.
La Diabla looked at Bella and gave her a knowing head nod. She felt grateful that she did not say Priscilla’s name in front of Cheyenne or Molly. She knew she had to talk to Verinica and Gabby and let them know she had to go to Ciudad Azteca again. Priscilla went through a lot of trouble to find her, and she had to go see what that evil woman wanted. She knew if she ignored her, it was going to come back to her, and she would probably regret it. She felt her heart racing wondering if Priscilla somehow kidnapped Darby. That was another reason for her to go see Priscilla. She saw everyone getting up and heading towards the dining room. When Gabby and Veronica got close, she whispered to them. “Hey, I have to talk to the two of you. Looks like we have to go back to Ciudad Azteca tonight.” she told them.
“What? Why? What’s going on?” Gabby asked. She had a feeling that since La Diabla was whispering, something major must have happened. She felt her own heart starting to beat faster because it was probably something very important.
“Let’s go eat first, then when we are alone, I will tell you.” La Diabla whispered back. She knew these two would definitely be with her, and she had to bring them because she did not trust Priscilla at all. She sat down at the dining table and looked at the food. Her appetite dissipated because she wondered what that letter was all about. She knew that whatever it was about, it was not going to be good for her. The fact that Priscilla said she would be her boss was enough for her to have major concerns. She took a bite of her food and prayed that whatever it was, it was something she could overcome and put an end to Priscilla once and for all.
UP NEXT: Sylvia pays Phoebe a visit!
Ok fans, how did you like this chapter? I feel terrible for Isabel. She suffered so much because of Priscilla's insatiable desire for revenge. The story is really starting to go forward and the others in this saga will start to get involved. It will be one hell of a journey for all involved! Thank you for your support. Your comments are most appreciated and encouraged!
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