Ok fans, thanks for your support so far. Now it is time for the next part! The story is unfolding and I hope you enjoy this episode. There is a lot of stuff happening for this series and this is another piece. Everything is still setting up, and this particular chapter continues to set a tone. I do appreciate all of your support, and I hope you enjoy this next piece. Your comments are most encouraged and appreciated.
PART 3
Rosa Medoza walked through the streets of Ciudad Azteca, and she felt good. It was a very warm afternoon day, and she was amongst the people of the town. The fiesta was still raging on, and she loved the atmosphere. There were so many people on the streets having such a great time. She wished she was back at the mayor’s mansion, guarding Lorena Navarro, the wife of the mayor, but she was still being disciplined by her superiors for her failure to protect her. She was given a few days off by the mayor, but her commanding officer also suspended her for a few days. She hated her failure at protecting Lorena, but what really bothered her was her second defeat. She had managed to find the notorious outlaw, La Diabla, but she ended up losing that fight and was tied up. She was captured by La Diabla and her companion, a heavy-set woman named Gabby, and she ended up enduring the ultimate humiliation. Those outlaws had tortured her in a very humiliating way. They tickled her. They tickled her all over her body. They had even stripped her naked and literally tickled her all over, including her breasts and her very private place between her legs. They had truly tortured her, and they gave her the ultimate humiliation. They forced her to have an orgasm. Rosa couldn’t stop them from forcing that kind of sexual pleasure on her body and it really got to her. They had left her tied down and completely naked inside that abandoned building. She remembered how terrified she was that she would never be found, and worse yet, if she was found, someone would see her naked. She was also tied up so there would be no way to stop someone from taking advantage of her naked body. Fortunately for her, some ladies who lived on the streets had found her. They had broken into the building, probably looking for something to salvage to make money and found her. They had untied her, and she gave them money that was in the pocket of her uniform pants as a reward. After getting dressed, she went back to her room and cried. She could not believe she was dominated like that and especially from someone she truly loathed in La Diabla. It all happened yesterday and today, she just wanted to recover and relax her mind. Seeing all the happy citizens helped but she still felt some misery inside.
“Pardon me, can you tell me where I can find Javier’s cantina?” a voice asked.
Rosa snapped out of her trance and looked over at the man. He was young and had a smile on his face. She pointed in the direction of the cantina and saw him walk away. She started to walk again and the thoughts of what La Diabla did to her filled her mind. She had to fight the feeling of depression and started to question her role as part of the Rurales. She had been defeated twice, and she believed it was La Diabla and Gabby that were there torturing Lorena. She wondered if she ever would bring the outlaw to justice and finally avenge her vendetta she had for a few years. She still wore her uniform proudly and hoped she could still be a strong member of that fighting group. As she kept walking, she saw two older women approaching her. They did not have smiles but looks of panic on their faces. She wondered if something was wrong, and she paused once they approached her. “Hola Senoras! Is something wrong?” she asked them.
“Yes!! I hope you can help us! We are trying to find a friend of ours. She went for a walk earlier and she hasn’t returned yet! That is not like her at all.” Luisa asked. She was very worried that Isabel never returned from her walk and went looking for her.
“Your friend is missing? Do you know where she went for a walk?” Rosa asked. She could see the terror and sadness on their faces and her desire to help them grew.
“No! She just told us she was going for a walk. That was hours ago! She is not the type of person that just goes away without telling her friends. I am very worried about her. This is not like her. I-I think she might be hurt somewhere.” Julia said. She and Luisa were waiting in their hotel room and when the hours passed by and Isabel never returned, they both grew very worried. They wondered if Isabel might have fallen somewhere and got hurt. They had already visited the local doctor, and he told them that no older woman had come by the office as of yet.
“Oh dear. Hmmmm…..are you sure she is not at one of the bars or the other festivities? Maybe she got caught up in an activity and lost track of time.” Rosa suggested. She grew concerned that an older woman might have gotten lost in town and seeing her worried friends bothered her as well.
“No, I don’t think so. She would have come back for us. That was the plan anyway. She was going to go for a walk and then come back so we could all enjoy the fiesta. We traveled a long way to this town and now, our dear friend Isabel is missing! I hope she is not hurt somewhere!” Luisa said with emotion in her voice.
“Hmmmm…..let me look around town. What was she wearing? Can you describe her?” Rosa asked. She had a desire to help these women. Being a member of the Rurales was an honor to her, and she wanted to help find these women’s friend and relieve their worries.
“She was wearing a beautiful black dress, that had a red sash around her waist like a belt. She also wore these beautiful reddish colored boots. She is about 5’5” tall or so. Not too tall or too short. She has long black hair with some grays in it. Very beautiful face. You would never guess she is 51 years old. Please, you have to find her!” Julia described. She started to have some hope because this woman soldier appeared to want to help find Isabel.
“Thank you. Her name is Isabel, correct?” Rosa asked, trying to take in as much information as possible. The description provided was going to help a lot and she wanted to go look around the town to find her. “What hotel are you staying at? That way if I find her, I can bring her back to your room.” she asked.
“Yes, her name is Isabel. Isabel Veracruz. Gracias, senorita. We are staying at the Hotel de Flamenco. Please, please find her. We are so very worried about her.” Luisa added.
“I know you two are very worried. I am sure she will be fine. Probably got caught up in the festivities. I will keep an eye out for her and if I find her, I will surely tell her she has two great friends that are very worried about her.” Rosa told them with a smile. She really hoped she could find Isabel and make these two women thrilled to see their friend. It would also help her not think about her own humiliation the previous day from the notorious outlaw, La Diabla. She saw the two ladies walking away and she started to think to herself. “Ok, let’s hope we can find this Isabel Veracruz. Poor lady. I hope she is ok.” she thought to herself.
Phoebe was sitting in a carriage and headed to a ceremony of one of the local businesses. She was invited because a successful banker had provided a large grant to build some more hotels in a local town. His generosity was met with such praise and as a leader in the local businesses, she was invited to attend. Today was a busy day for her. She was still very upset that she lost the land bid to Agatha and now she was determined to make sure her own company was still running strong. Agatha having that land, would eventually get her back into a strong position and she had to prepare for a business war with her. She also wanted to go visit some empty plots of land close to one of her cattle ranches. There was this barn that was not part of her property but was very close to it. She thought she might be able to purchase it and use it to help her business grow. The owner of the barn was not selling it, but she wanted to talk to him and give him an offer in hopes he would sell the barn to her. She wore her tan riding skirt, with long black leather boots. She also wore a blue riding top, and her hair was up in a bun. She wanted to go ride horses after the ceremony and after her meeting with the barn owner to help calm her. Riding was always a way for her to relax and she was still very upset over Agatha’s victory. Inside the carriage with her was Bessie. Her business manager was also invited to the ceremony, and she was happy she could come along. Phoebe looked over at her friend and saw how beautiful she looked. She was wearing black trousers with a green blouse and long black leather boots. She had a good conversation with her the previous night and tonight, she wanted to see if she could seduce her and finally have that long awaited sexual moment with her. She was also happy that her maid Kylie was with them. Kylie was driving the carriage, and she continued to try and use Kylie for other tasks besides cleaning the house. That young lady had really grown as a worker, and she knew she could use her skills for other tasks. She then saw Bessie staring at her and she smiled. “Um, is something on my face or something?” she asked with a smile.
“Hehehe no! I am just looking at your face. You need to cheer up, Phoebe. This ceremony is important, and it should be a good time. Stop thinking about Agatha.” Bessie told her. She loved her friend and knew she was still very upset over losing that bid a few days ago. She had a long conversation with Phoebe the previous night and tried to calm her down. She knew the rivalry with Agatha was growing a lot and she had to keep her focused. She would remember when Gloria Wellington would get frustrated over Agatha, and now seeing her daughter do the same was surreal. She even thought about tickling her to get her to have some fun, but knew if she started that, she would be a victim really fast herself.
“I know, I know. I will be fine. Ugh! That woman! I have no idea how she even has money! I can’t let her win, Bessie. I can’t!” Phoebe responded with great agitation. She thought back to those words spoken between her and Agatha and the Ball. It appeared everything was getting personal, and she wanted to crush that woman once and for all.
“Hehehe you know you sound like your mother? Your mother HATED Agatha. Hehehe she would often talk about how ancient she looks and hopes she dies soon. You are not at that level yet, but you want to focus on making your company better and it will work out in the end.” Bessie told her, hoping to calm her down.
“You’re right. I should just try and relax. She may have won the battle, but that bitch will lose this war! Hehehehe Do I really sound like my mother?” Phoebe asked with a sheepish grin. She started to think about Gloria more and more and in her heart, she started to miss her. What her mother did in Santa Selena was horrific, but she still had love for her. She even thought about visiting her in prison again. It was hard trying to get over the fact her mother abandoned her in her time of need, but she still had a soft spot for her, especially after dealing with Agatha.
“Yes, you do. Hehehe Your mother REALLY hated Agatha too. I would overhear her talking to Paul and she used all kinds of adjectives. Hehehe” Bessie giggled.
“Yeah, that is my mother. Hehehehe very strong.” Phoebe smiled. She started to calm down as they approached the location the ceremony was at. There were some nearby horse stables as well, and she figured she might even go for a ride after the ceremony. Perhaps even check out that barn she was interested in. The carriage came to a stop, and she exited the cabin. She looked around and saw a lot of people from high society there and she started to greet them. It was time for her to play nice and be a gracious owner of a company. This event was to honor someone, not necessarily engage in hostilities. She had a feeling Agatha might show up and she had to prepare for any potential confrontation.
Sylvia approached the ceremony event and smiled. She knew that Phoebe Wellington would be in attendance, and she wanted to use this event as an opportunity to capture her and teach her a lesson. She managed to find some uniforms of the servants that were catering for the event, so she and Ingrid could be undercover. She did find it amusing that the famous Tickling Thief was now with her, and they were partnering with each other. Ingrid had great skills in breaking into places, so she figured she could use her skills to help kidnap Phoebe. She looked at her new partner and smiled. “Ok, we are here. Remember, there are a lot of people here, so we need to be careful. We need to find Phoebe Wellington and isolate her. Then we can capture her and have our way with her. Did you bring that potion Marge talked about?” she asked.
Ingrid felt excited that she had the opportunity to go after another woman and torture her. It was still strange that she was partnering with the same woman who exposed her and completely dominated her. She had some respect for her because she was very skilled at tickling a victim and now, she was going to help her. She managed to find a uniform that fitted her, even though it was very loose because of her height and her very slim build. She heard Sylvia talking to her and she nodded her head. She had some of that potion with her and the plan was to drug Phoebe so her body would be very sensitive, and she would have brain fog afterwards. “Yes, I have it with me. So, when will we have fun with her? I can’t wait!” she said with a grin.
“Soon enough. Ok, let’s serve these drinks and find her. Once she is found, we will give her the drink with the potion and then somehow isolate her. This should be a very fun time.” Sylvia responded then headed into the crowd of people. She poured some of the potion into one glass on the serving tray and Ingrid did the same with her tray. She had to remember not to serve the drink to anyone else.
Phoebe continued to mill around and finally she saw some people that she knew. She approached them and then started the pleasantries. She was with Bessie, and they engaged with a few people. Kylie was nearby with other drivers of the carriages and hoped she was doing ok. The conversations continued and then she saw Bessie walk off with another business manager. She felt so proud of Bessie. She had come a long way in learning business and was such a valuable person to the Wellington Cattle Company. It amazed her how Bessie was a maid at her mansion and now she was handling complicated business matters. She continued to chat with a few people and was happy she did not run into Agatha. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone approaching. It was a serving girl, and she noticed that this one in particular was very pretty. She paused her conversation for a moment as the woman approached her and her group.
“Care for any drinks?” Sylvia asked as she finally spotted Phoebe. She recognized her from a photo in the local newspaper that Agatha gave her and when she crossed paths with her at the recent Ball. She got excited because her target was in sight and now it was time to start executing the plan. She also planned to ditch this tray of drinks because once Phoebe had the potion, she didn’t need to be a servant anymore.
“Yes! Thank you.” Phoebe said. She then reached for a drink on the tray and before she grabbed it, the tray rotated slightly, and another glass was now in her reach. She didn’t think much of it and took the glass. She saw her friends take glasses and they all toasted one another. She then took a sip of the drink, and it tasted fabulous. “Mmm…this is good. Thank you.” she told the servant.
“Please enjoy…..” Sylvia said with a huge grin. She luckily rotated the tray just in time for Phoebe to take the spiked drink. She watched her drink from it and now the first phase of her plan was in motion. She then walked away, so she could find Ingrid. Now that the potion was in Phoebe’s body, she was going to be really sensitive and also very horny. She saw Ingrid serving drinks and then she approached her. “Hey, the package was delivered. Go by here later and give her yours. I will now get out of this crappy uniform and spy on her. The opportunity to isolate her will come.” she whispered to her.
“Ok. I will give her another drink after she finishes that one. I know where to find you.” Ingrid whispered back. She then saw Sylvia walk off and she got excited. The plan to capture Phoebe was underway and to torture her would be a lot of fun. She also figured that Phoebe would be wearing jewelry and she could steal it.
Phoebe continued to take sips of her drink and felt very happy. The alcohol was settling in, and she felt a tingle in her body. She licked her lips and hoped she could take another drink. She then finished her conversation and then headed off to speak with others. The ceremony was going to start soon, and she wanted to go find Bessie. After the ceremony, there would be lunch served, and she looked forward to that as well. As she continued to walk through the crowd, she saw another servant girl coming and she looked out of place. The uniform she wore looked really loose and a little baggy. She could see how short she was, and she found it amusing. She did like her because that little lady was doing her best to work and make money. The servant approached her with a big smile, and she returned it. “Hello there.” she told her.
“Hi!! Would you like another drink, Madam? I can see your glass is getting empty.” Ingrid offered. She looked at Phoebe and her heart started to flutter. She found her very beautiful and got excited knowing that she was going to be touching her body a little later.
“hehehe I probably shouldn’t. I haven’t even eaten yet. Hehe” Phoebe giggled. She saw the servant take a glass off the tray and move it towards her.
“I will just give you this drink. To refill your glass. You should enjoy yourself and let loose. Hehe” Ingrid giggled, then poured the liquid of the spiked drink into Phoebe’s glass. Now that it was in there, the next part of the plan could start.
“hehehe ok, since you are so persuasive.” Phoebe giggled. She felt that tingling sensation flowing through her body even more and she felt happy. Whatever was in this drink was amazing and she took another sip. She saw the little lady staring at her and she figured she could talk to her for a little bit. “So, is it a lot of work serving drinks at an event like this?” she asked.
Ingrid was stunned that Phoebe was initiating conversation with her. She liked her personality, and she also loved how she kept taking sips of her drink. “Yes. It is a lot of work. But we like seeing the guests so happy and you have such a beautiful smile. Even your laughter is cute. You should laugh a lot more.” she said with a wink.
“Hehehehee yes, laughter is good for the soul. You are such a nice woman. Thank you for your compliments. I hope your day goes really smooth. I appreciate you being here.” Phoebe giggled as she continued to chat with the servant. She could see that she was a little shy but also had this look of determination in her eyes. It was a little odd and she started to imagine if this woman was checking her out in a sexual way. She giggled over that thought and realized she really needed to have sex soon before she went crazy.
“Thank you! You are very nice, and it is a great pleasure to meet you. What will you do after these kinds of ceremonies?” Ingrid asked, trying to solicit any information that she could use to isolate Phoebe and then they could make their move.
“Well, I don’t know about everyone else, but I will probably go horse riding. I might even head off to a place I am interested in. Some barn and then head on back” Phoebe responded. She continued to feel very giddy, yet she did not feel drunk. She also started to feel her nipples swelling and she realized she had better get away for a moment to compose herself. “I am sorry, I have to go see my business manager for a moment. I apologize for cutting you off.” She told her.
“It’s no problem. Thank you for speaking with me and enjoy the ceremony!” Ingrid replied with a smile. Phoebe gave her great information about her whereabouts. If she went horse riding alone, then that would be the perfect time to capture her. She then placed the tray down on the ground and walked away. She was happy she could finally get out of this ill-fitting uniform and get back to what she does best. Spying on targets and making her move.
Phoebe found Bessie and she smiled. She started to feel incredibly horny, and she had no idea where it came from. She was also worried if she appeared to be in sexual heat. “Hey Bessie, there you are!” she said with a smile.
“Oh, Hi Phoebe! I was just talking to John here. He is in the bank business as well.” Bessie said, then introduced the banker to Phoebe. She looked at Phoebe’s face and could tell something was different. She seemed very giddy and also recognized the look. She knew that look better than anyone. It seemed as though Phoebe was aroused and that shocked her. Her friend was always very good at composing herself in public and she hoped that no one else noticed.
Phoebe shook John’s hand, and she felt lust skyrocketing in her body. She quickly let go of his hand and knew she better go somewhere to calm herself down. It was such an odd feeling to be this aroused at the moment. She started to wonder if it was because of the alcohol. “Nice to meet you, John. Hey Bessie, can you come with me for a moment?” she asked.
Bessie smiled at John, then walked away with Phoebe. She could tell Phoebe was hot under the collar and wanted to know what happened to her. Once they were alone, she looked at Phoebe and saw that look on her face. “What is wrong with you? You look….horny! hehehe” she whispered.
“I don’t know. I must have drunk too much because I am feeling really horny right now. I hope this ceremony ends soon. I am very hot right now. Hey, you want to go over to the room over there and—” Phoebe started to say.
“Phoebe!!! No!!! Not here!!! Hahahaa you are so funny right now.” Bessie said in a strong hushed tone. She looked around to see if anyone might have heard and thankfully no one was within earshot. Then she felt some relief when she heard a man announcing the ceremony was about to begin. “Ok, time for the ceremony. Just think of anything else to get your mind off of sex right now. Think of Paul naked.” she joked.
“Ewww!!! Ok, that will work. Hahaha” Phoebe laughed when she pictured the former butler not wearing any clothes. She then headed off with Bessie to where the ceremony was and hoped that she could calm her lust down.
Sylvia was in a secluded area, and she watched the people at the ceremony listening and applauding some man getting an award. She did not care about any of this; she just kept her eyes trained on her target. Ingrid was right next to her, and they both watched Phoebe carefully. She was thrilled when Ingrid told her that there was an opportunity to get Phoebe when she was alone. She had to play it right, and then they would have their way with her. She heard a major applause sound, and it appeared the ceremony was over. She watched as some people dispersed, but most of them were headed inside a building. She remembered lunch was going to be served. She looked over at Ingrid and smiled. “Looks like our chance is coming up soon. You said she wants to go for a horse ride and head towards a barn? That is perfect. We need to follow her but not be seen.” she told her.
“You’re exactly right. We can’t be seen when we follow her. I have to admit, she is rather pretty. I think we could have a really good time with her.” Ingrid replied, then started to rub her hands.
Sylvia smiled when she saw Ingrid rubbing her hands. It was going to be an interesting time when they finally kidnapped Phoebe. The last time she saw a gang tickling was when she saw Marge Broussard and the other dancers tickling some random woman. She also thought about when her bounty hunter friends, Thalia, Helga and Svetlana gang tickled some barmaid in Europe and taught her this technique. She devised a new plan where she would follow Phoebe but have Ingrid ride ahead and to a barn that was near here according to a map. The thrill of the hunt started to build within her and she could not wait.
SIXTY MINUTES LATER
Phoebe finished eating her meal and felt some satisfaction. She still felt incredibly horny, and she also started to have her mind fog up. She hoped she wasn’t getting sick because she still had so much to do. She ate her food quickly and decided she should go for a horse ride so she could get some air and hopefully clear her mind. She told Bessie she was about to go riding and to wait for her until she came back. She told her that she would ride to a nearby barn and then come back. She wanted to check out the barn to see if it was something she could use for her cattle business. She got up from the table and after mingling with a few others, she made it to the horse stables. She smiled at the attendant and pointed out a horse she would love to ride. It was a white stallion, and she loved it. Phoebe went to the horse and petted its side. Then she mounted it and then took off. She could feel the warm breeze on her face and started to feel good. She was still incredibly horny, but at least she could focus on clearing her head.
Sylvia watched Phoebe head to the stables and saw her pick a horse. She looked through her binoculars and when she saw Phoebe taking off, she put the binoculars down and got her horse to start moving. She managed to get a horse from Marge. Marge had a business, so it was easier for her to rent a horse. She started to ride after Phoebe took off and she felt excited. It was now time to go after her target and make this an afternoon she would never forget. Ingrid had already taken off to the barn. She hoped Phoebe was still going to that place. If not, then they would have to change their plans. No matter what, they were going to trap the woman and torture her. She stayed behind far enough for Phoebe not to notice her and to her delight, she was headed towards that barn. “You are all mine…..” she told herself.
Phoebe felt a little better when she got close to the barn. She felt tingling all through her body and she hoped her lust could go away. She finally made it to the barn and looked around. No one was around and she shrugged. She saw the farmhouse ahead and knew she should at least announce her arrival and perhaps state why she was visiting. She really wanted to beat Agatha, so she needed to keep building her own infrastructure to out produce that twisted woman. She then figured she could look at the barn first, then go to the house. She dismounted her horse and made it to the large barn door. She looked around and saw no one around. She then entered inside and looked around. She was in awe of the place. She giggled to herself because her nipples were still tingling. She started to think that perhaps one day, she and Bessie could make love in this barn. “I really need to get my mind right. Hehehe Why am I so damn horny?” she asked herself.
Ingrid sat in the hayloft and heard someone entering. She hoped it was Phoebe. It was sheer luck that the rich woman told her where she was headed. She then looked down below from the loft and saw her target! It was in fact Phoebe and now she got excited. She saw her walking around and started to get herself in position. It was now time to do what she did best and sneak up on a victim. She saw Phoebe headed to a part of the barn where there was still hay and had to take advantage. She quickly came down the ladder and made sure she was very silent. Her feet touched the ground and now it was time to attack! She put on her mask as it was time to get into her thief mode. “Hehehe you are all mine….” she thought to herself.
Phoebe looked at the hay stall and nodded her head. It looked really nice, and she continued to like this particular barn. She imagined storing goods here and it would help out her business. She could make this barn into a distribution center. She then heard something behind her, and she turned around. She then jumped in place as she saw someone standing there. The small person was wearing black clothing. What stunned her was that hooded mask and she had no idea what was going on. “You scared me!! W-Who are you?” she asked.
“Hehehe Your worst nightmare! Do as I say, and you won’t get hurt!” Ingrid said as she walked closer to Phoebe. She hoped Sylvia was nearby because she didn’t have any weapons on her. She could only assume Phoebe did not know how to fight. If she did, then her entire plan might blow up.
Phoebe was stunned to hear that and had a bad feeling this person was about to attack her. She didn’t know if this was a small man or a woman. She slowly put her hands in the air and saw the small person approach. She noticed that the person was not holding a weapon and wondered if she should just lash out. She was not a fighter by any means, but since this person was much shorter, she could potentially fight them off. “Look, do not hurt me! What do you want from me? I was just looking inside this barn. Do you own it?” she asked.
Ingrid listened to Phoebe’s words, and she felt nervous. She knew she had to subdue Phoebe quickly and get her tied up. She wished Phoebe did not turn around when she approached. But then her eyes went wide with excitement. She could see beyond Phoebe and knew everything was going to be ok. “Nighty night…” she said simply.
Phoebe was confused when she heard that response. She had no idea what the person was talking about when suddenly she felt something pinching her neck area and she got woozy. She saw blackness and then fell in a heap onto the floor completely knocked out.
Sylvia looked down on the floor and saw Phoebe now laid out. She had snuck up behind her and pinched a pressure point in the neck area. She was thrilled that Phoebe never saw it coming. Now that she was out, they could prepare her for their own entertainment. “hehehe and just like that, she is out! Ok, let’s get her ready. Oh, did you really have to wear your mask?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes. Just in case she recognized me from the party. Sorry, I always wear it when I do this.” Ingrid replied. She then took out some ropes from her pouch and knew it was time to play with Phoebe. First, they had to get her ready. She looked around the barn, then back to Sylvia. “What are we going to do with her?” she asked.
“Well, we can use that sawhorse over there to put her on. We can expose all her delicate parts doing that. Before we do that, how about we strip her naked right now. That way she would already feel panicked and humiliated.” Sylvia offered. She didn’t want to have to tie Phoebe down and strip her. They may have been isolated, but she knew time was of the essence. Because it was the owner of a very large cattle company, surely someone would go looking for her if she was missing too long. Having her dressed would delay them from fully doing what they wanted.
Ingrid smiled behind her mask and was already excited. Seeing a naked Phoebe would be fun and she went over to the booted feet. She lifted the foot up in the air and started to tug on the long leather boot. She felt it sliding off the leg and soon, she was going to see the naked feet. She looked over at Sylvia and smiled. “I bet she looks sexy naked. Hehehe” she giggled.
“I bet she does. Let’s get her ready.” Sylvia grinned. She watched as Ingrid was going to remove the boots. She went towards the chest area and wanted to remove the blouse. Once she saw the right boot come off of Phoebe’s foot, the leg was lowered back to the floor, and she could see the brown sock. She then lifted Phoebe’s upper body up and into a sitting position on the ground. She wiped away some of the barn floor dirt off the garment, then reached down and grabbed the hem of the blouse. She started to lift it up off the body and soon, the bra was exposed. She felt excited because this was her target and what made it even better was the fact that Phoebe was rich. This would be a lot of fun to humiliate a rich woman. “She has nice skin. I got a feeling; she will look amazing naked.” she said to Ingrid.
Ingrid got excited as she saw that blouse coming off of Pheobe’s upper body. She could see the bra and was impressed with the breasts hiding behind it. She then looked down at Phoebe’s left foot and then started to tug on that boot. The boot slid off easily, and now she had the other brown socked feet exposed. There was something exciting about stripping this woman. She heard of Pheobe Wellington and the Wellington Cattle Company. She knew just how large of a company it was and to have the owner of that company knocked out, and getting stripped naked was going to be a memory that would last a lifetime. She even thought that it was her, not Marge or Rita or any of the others who were going to play with Phoebe. It was her. She started to swell with pride, then reached under the pants leg and found the top of the sock. It was time to see the naked feet, and she was excited. “I hope she has pretty feet. Hehehe” she giggled.
Sylvia chuckled to herself when she heard that giggle coming from Ingrid. She finished taking off the blouse and now Phoebe was in her bra. She found the clasp of the bra and easily got it undone. The garment became really loose and now she took the straps off the shoulders. Now, she was in position to expose the chest, and she felt a little excited. “Here we go! Time for us to get a look at her tits!” she said with excitement.
Ingrid stopped tugging the left sock and looked at Phoebe’s chest. She could see that the cups were still on the breasts but were about to come off at any moment. She could see Phoebe’s face and she was sleeping peacefully. What she also loved was the fact that once they started playing with her, she was going to truly suffer because she was going to be extremely horny. She knew Sylvia wanted that potion for a reason and it appeared that the goal was to sexually humiliate the owner of the largest cattle company in the state. Then her eyes got big when she saw the cups coming off the chest and now, Phoebe’s breasts were exposed! She got really excited as she stared at that naked chest. The breasts were a good size, size B, and she loved the sight of those small, light brown nipples. They had a nice, rounded shape and she couldn’t wait to play with them. “Her breasts look really nice….” she murmured.
Sylvia looked over Phoebe’s shoulder and looked down at the breasts. She could see those light brown nipples, and she was impressed. She did find Phoebe very attractive and now she had a chance to play with her. She tossed the bra over her shoulder, and it landed near the blouse she took off. She then gently laid Phoebe back down on her back on the ground and looked at Ingrid. “Hey, take off her socks so we can then get these pants and her underwear off. I am really looking forward to playing with her.” she told her.
Ingrid snapped out of her lustful gaze and went back to peeling the sock off. She managed to slide it down the leg and it came off the ankle. She then peeled it off the heel and now she was going to see this woman’s foot. The sock continued to slide off the foot, exposing the arch and then the ball of the foot. She quickly whisked the sock off the toes and now the left foot was exposed. She gasped as she saw the beauty of the foot. The foot was slender, and the skin was very pale on top. The toes were longer with the big toe being prominent and the other toes were thinner. The index toe was a little longer than the big toe and the remaining toes descended in length. The nails were perfectly trimmed and natural. She lifted the foot in the air so she could see the sole and was very impressed. The skin was very pale, and the arch was well defined. It wasn’t too high or too low. Even the heel looked really tender. The foot was bigger, perhaps a size 9. She really liked this foot and then gently placed it back down on the ground and started to peel off the right sock. “She has pretty feet! Hehehehe I bet they will be really ticklish, especially after she drank that potion.” she said with glee.
“Yes, this is going to be a lot of fun. I will get to see what this potion does for the first time. It is great that you and others use it. I wish I had some when I was in Europe.” Sylvia replied. She loved the sight of Phoebe’s naked left foot and now she saw the right sock getting peeled off. She could see the pale skin on the top of the foot, then saw it come off the toes. She saw those long toes and really felt excitement building in her body. She really looked forward to torturing this woman. As Ingrid finished pulling off the right sock, she moved her body towards the waist area and started to unbuckle the belt. It was time to take off the final pieces of clothing off of Phoebe, so they could tie her up completely naked.
Ingrid’s eyes widened with excitement as she saw the belt coming loose and then removed from the riding pants. She held her breath in anticipation when she saw Sylvia unbuttoning the pants and then opening the flaps, exposing the white underwear below. This was an exciting moment. They were moments away from stripping Phoebe naked and then it would be playtime. She wondered if she would be able to play with the private areas. She wanted to get better at tickling those areas. Tickling Becky’s was a lot of fun, and when she tickled Millie’s areas, she was hooked. She then felt her heart beating faster as she watched Sylvia pulling down both the pants and underwear at the same time. “Hehehehe this is going to be great!” she said, then clapped her hands.
Sylvia chuckled at Ingrid’s reaction. She could tell the woman was very thrilled and being honest with herself, she was also very thrilled. The pants and the underwear came off the hips and she was impressed by the shape of the hips. The items started to slide down and she started to see those brown pubic hairs appearing. There weren’t many and that delighted her. She remembered the story from Helga that they would shave their victims to ultimately humiliate them. She figured she would do the same to Phoebe and brought the necessary tools to do it. She then managed to get the pants off the entire groin and the pussy was finally exposed. “There we go! How pretty. Hehehe Pull her pants off and we can get her ready.” she instructed.
Ingrid did not waste any time and grabbed the hem of the pants near the ankles. She started to pull away and felt the pants sliding down the legs. She could see the naked pussy and got really excited. It truly was unbelievable that this was happening. The pants came off the ankles, and then she reached up and grabbed the underwear and slid them down the legs and finally off the feet. She took a moment to observe what was in front of her. On the ground in this desolate barn was Phoebe Wellington. The owner of the largest cattle company in Texas was knocked out and now as naked as the day she was born. Ingrid felt her nipples throbbing because the young woman was absolutely beautiful and couldn’t wait to play with her. “She….she is so beautiful. Wow.” she said in shock.
“Yes, she is quite beautiful. Look at her. Sleeping peacefully, not knowing what is about to happen to her body. This is a great moment, Ingrid. It is a moment to savor. The best part is, we are just getting started. Come on, let’s get her in position. Then we will wake her up and then have our way with her. I can’t wait to make her cum. Hehehe” Sylvia said with delight in her voice. She loved how pretty Phoebe looked naked. This was definitely a prize worth remembering. Her ultimate goal was to do this to Darby, but Phoebe wellington was definitely a prize to remember. She then grabbed Phoebe’s arms and her upper body and lifted her up off the ground. She saw Ingrid grabbing the ankles and then they carried Phoebe over towards a sawhorse. The goal was to expose as much of Phoebe’s body as possible to humiliate her. She decided to tie her down perpendicular to the beam of the sawhorse with her belly placed on the beam. She then grabbed some rope and tied a strand to each wrist. She then tied the other ends to the legs of the sawhorse and the arms were spread wide. She then watched as Ingrid started to wrap rope around the naked ankles and smiled. She then looked around and found two small crates. She wanted to use those so that Phoebe’s feet could rest on them, and they could have easy access to her soles. “That’s right, tie her ankles to those crates.” she instructed.
Ingrid felt her hands shaking as she tied the ropes around the ankles. She then saw the crates that Sylvia brought over, and she placed the knees and ankles on the crates, then tied the ropes to the wooden slats of the crate. She finished tying both ankles and then looked at Phoebe. She gazed at the naked body and felt excited. She could see that naked back, and that naked ass. She saw the soles of the feet and they looked very soft and inviting. She then made her way to the front and saw Phoebe’s head drooping down, and her arms were spread wide. She giggled when she saw the hanging tits and knew they were going to tickle destroy this woman at any moment. She looked at Sylvia and could tell she was happy but somehow had a cool demeanor. She wanted to jump for joy, but her partner was calm and collected. “Aren’t you excited? Look at her! She is very exposed and so many places we can play with. We won’t be able to get all of her ribs and tummy, but wow, so many good spots to play with. I can even see her pussy!” she said.
“Hahahah yes, I am excited. We have a toy to play with. Our goal is to embarrass her and teach her a lesson. You see, this woman made a friend of mine very upset and they have one hell of a rivalry. I wish we could take her as a sex slave because with the amount of money we could make off of her, we would be able to forever retire and even live better than Rockefeller or Carnegie. Hehehe” Sylvia joked. She looked over the helpless form and she did feel really excited about what they were about to do to her. There were so many places and crevices to tease. Now, it was time to get all of their tools to torment Phoebe with. She pulled out some feathers, and a shaving brush that she wanted to use when it came time to shave Phoebe. She wanted to mainly use her fingers on that skin to give it a more intimate touch. If that potion was as powerful as Marge told her, then Phoebe was going to lose her mind. She saw Ingrid pull out a gag of sorts, it was a bandanna, and she understood why. If Phoebe was going to be extra sensitive, she would probably scream her lungs out. This barn was remote, but she still figured screams could be heard. She then looked at Ingrid and smiled. “You ready?” she asked.
Ingrid felt her adrenaline flowing like a raging river as the moment had finally arrived. They were going to wake up Phoebe and then torture her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other in anticipation of their fun. She looked at Sylvia and then clapped her hands. “Yes!! I am ready!!! Let’s have some fun!” she shouted.
“Hehehe yes, let’s have some fun. Now remember, we won’t have too much time. I am sure people will come looking for her eventually, so we have to make the most of this opportunity. We will crush her spirit and let’s make sure she is never the same again. It could mean the end of her cattle company, but that is her problem. Hahaha” Sylvia instructed. She wished she could kidnap Phoebe and torture her the rest of the day and then overnight, but Phoebe was a very important person and once people noticed she was truly missing, they would definitely try to find her. She looked at the knocked-out form again, especially that naked ass. She wanted to have her way with everything on Phoebe and now was the moment to begin. “Ok, here we go. Time to wake her up….” she said.
Phoebe started to wake up after a deep sleep. She felt something striking her right cheek and that caused her to stir. Her eyes slowly opened, and she was in a haze. Once her eyes started to clear, she saw what appeared to be dirt with some straws of hay. She felt her body tingling and now she was becoming more conscious. She then tried to wipe her face with her hands but couldn’t. She could not move her hands at all and now her mind started to really spin. She stared at the ground again and wanted to know why she saw the floor. She tried to move her legs and realized that they too did not follow her mental commands and now she started to panic. “What? What is happening to me?” she called out.
“Nice to see you waking up. Hehehe” a voice called out.
Phoebe was startled when she heard that voice and suddenly, she saw a pair of boots appear in her vision. She lifted her head and saw some black pants above the boots and now she saw a waist. She then felt something running through her hair and the bun she had had was undone, and her hair was loose. She was in a state of confusion and wanted to know what was happening. She also felt her body tingling and felt sensitive to any touch. She also noticed she was still very aroused and had no idea why. Her eyes then looked down and she realized something. She saw her breasts dangling and now she panicked. “WHAT THE HELL?? WHAT IS GOING ON?” she cried out.
“I guess you see your tits. Hehehe Hello, Phoebe Wellington. Nice to see you again.” Sylvia called out. She grabbed the top of Phoebe’s head and grabbed her hair. She then forced her head up and made eye contact with her. She could see the glassy eyes and the tired look. This was going to be a really sweet moment. She remembered when she first saw Phoebe at the Ball. Then she met her at the ceremony and now it was time to have some fun.
Phoebe gave a small yelp when she felt her hair being grabbed and her head was yanked upwards. She made eye contact with the woman grabbing her hair and saw that smile on it. She started to have her eyes clear, and she could see the face. It was a very pretty face, and she knew she had seen it before. “W-Who are you? Let me OW go!!” she yelled as her hair was pulled harder.
“Not yet. You are mine now.” Sylvia mused, then released the hair. She saw the head fall back down and it was time to set the tone of this moment. She nodded at Ingrid who was behind Phoebe. “Go ahead….” she told her.
Ingrid was behind Phoebe and saw her naked ass. She then smacked the right butt cheek as hard as she could and giggled. She loved the feeling of that ass. The skin felt very soft and smooth, and she got in a good smack. “Hehehehe bad Phoebe!” she joked.
“OW!!!! Who hit me?” Phoebe cried out after feeling that smack on her rear end. She tried to turn her head but the way she was positioned, she could not see behind her. She saw another pair of shoes now appearing in front of her eyes and she looked up. She then gasped when she saw another person standing there and this one had a mask on. She was now terrified because she had no idea who these women were and why she was in this position. “Who the hell are you two?” she asked.
“Hehehe your worst nightmare, rich bitch. I think today you are going to learn a valuable lesson. You really angered some people and now you will be taught some manners. You earned this moment. You DESERVE this moment. We are going to put you in your place and there is not a damn thing you can do about it.” Sylvia told her and then grinned. She could feel that surge of adrenaline in her body and she really wanted to have her way with Phoebe. It was also time she played with her mind. “Oh, I do have to admit. You look great naked.” she teased.
Phoebe’s jaw dropped when she heard those words. She remembered her breasts were exposed and after being told she was naked; she realized that in fact she was naked. Her toes felt free and worse yet, she could tell she was not wearing anything on her legs and hips. She noticed that her legs were spread wide and her knees and tops of her feet rested on something. With her legs being spread like that, she knew her most personal spot was exposed for anyone to see. “WHY AM I NAKED??? WHO ARE YOU???” she yelled out.
“You are naked because we want you to be naked. You are going to be humbled. You have a very big ego, and it is time we break you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head off. We are not going to kill you. Just break you and make you, our servant. Hehehe” Sylvia teased. She knew Phoebe was in shock and had to keep playing with her mind. She wondered how she would finish Phoebe off, but when she did, it was sure to be epic. “Now, let me introduce you to my assistant! She is a little shy right now, so you won’t see her face. But believe me, when we are done with you, you are going to remember us for the rest of your life.” she threatened.
Phoebe started to get emotional hearing those ominous words from that pretty woman. She wondered how they were going to break her and better yet, who sent these women. She felt great fear and decided to scream for help. “HELP ME!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!” she yelled.
“Help me!! Help me!!! YOU’RE PATHETIC!!! No one is coming to help you, Phoebe. You are all ours to play with. Now, shall we get started with your torture?” Sylvia teased. She knelt down a bit so she could be eye level with Phoebe. She wanted to put fear into her mind and her heart before she began.
Phoebe felt her heart beating out of her chest hearing those threatening words. These women wanted to torture her. She was so confused as to why this was even happening. She started to get emotional, and the fear paralyzed her. “Please….don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I am sorry for anything I have done to get me here. Please don’t hurt me.” she begged in a sad voice.
“Awww….you hear that? Phoebe is sorry for what she did. Well, you WILL be sorry. You know, I think I will show you some mercy after all. You are pleading with us not to hurt you. I think I have something in mind that is even better! Now remember, you told us not to hurt you. But we are still going to touch you….” Sylvia taunted. She then nodded her head to Ingrid so she could begin the torture.
Ingrid walked away from the front of Phoebe and went to the left side of the victim. She looked at that very vulnerable left side and wondered where she was going to touch first. She knew that potion was ingested so Phoebe was going to be really ticklish. Even if she wasn’t very ticklish, that potion would make her even more so. She looked down from the left shoulder area and saw that left arm. She knew the armpit was vulnerable and decided she was going to touch her there first. She knelt down and moved her hand closer to that armpit. Once she reached it, she stroked the tips of her fingers across the armpit and loved how quickly Phoebe reacted to her touch.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL?” Phoebe screamed when she felt something touching her armpit. It surprised her a lot because she wasn’t expecting it, but what was worse was how much it tickled. She could feel every nerve in her body tingling, and she had no idea why her body was reacting like that. She felt another stroke in her armpit, and she screamed in laughter again. She was always highly ticklish, but for some reason, she seemed extra sensitive. She wondered if they were trying to tickle her on purpose. That thought made her panic because she did not want to be tickle tortured. “WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME?” she called out.
“Because we want to. It sounds like you might be a bit…..ticklish. hehehe Is that the case? Is Phoebe Wellington, the owner of Wellington Cattle Company and beautiful rich socialite, a ticklish little girl? How cute!” Sylvia taunted. She wanted to play with Phoebe’s ego and really break her down. She saw Ingrid’s fingers wiggling inside the armpit and that greatly amused her. Now she would be able to watch Ingrid in action. She was a very successful thief that tickled her victims into submission and gave up their valuables. She wanted to see if this masked woman was as talented as she was.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADON’T TICKLE ME!!!!!” Phoebe screamed as she felt the fingers dancing in her armpit. The sensation was very intense, and she still could not believe her body was reacting this way. The last time she was tickled, it would have led to a sexual encounter with the beautiful Bella Toscano. That was a very fun time and even with Bella tickling her, she never felt this responsive before. She also noticed her arousal continued to spike. That confused her because she was not in a sexual mood, especially as she was naked and trapped by two women who wanted to torture her. She continued to shriek in laughter and hoped they would stop doing this to her.
Ingrid loved the reactions Phoebe was giving. When she went on her thief capers, she didn’t use the potion on her victims. She tickled them in their homes, so she couldn’t take advantage of that potion. She remembered how ticklish her victims were, but no one was like this. The way Phoebe was screaming in laughter, she must have already been very ticklish and now that potion made it much more worse. She wanted to be a little devious and started to wiggle her fingers faster. She loved how soft the skin of the pit was, and the reaction was amazing.
Phoebe shrieked in ticklish terror once again as those fingers started to move faster in her armpit. She tried to close her arm as a natural defense mechanism, but with her arm tied and stretched out, there was no way she could protect that armpit. She lifted her head and saw the smirking face of her captor. That woman was enjoying her ticklish screams and that unnerved her. She started to finally recognize the face and realized it was the same woman who was serving her drinks at the ceremony. She seemed so nice, but she must have been spying on her. That seemed to make this moment even worse because she was targeted. As she continued to laugh, she started to feel regret that she went horse riding alone. If she was with someone else, then perhaps she would not be in this position now. She tried to move her legs again and they wouldn’t budge. She was trapped and if they continued to tickle her, she was going to lose all control. ”STOP!!! YOU HAVE TO STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!!!” she screamed.
“I can tell. Hehehe You are screaming your head off. You have some really ticklish armpits, don’t you? I bet your entire body feels like one big ticklish spot right now. Here is some good news! We have just started. I want to find all of your ticklish places. I mean…..ALL of them. I bet you are ticklish between your legs, aren’t you. Tell me Miss Phoebe, do you have a ticklish pussy? Hehehe” Sylvia taunted. She knew the mind games were getting started and she was going to enjoy this. She started to wonder if she should have invited Agatha to witness this entertainment. She could have simply blindfolded Phoebe, so she wouldn’t see Agatha, but she figured she would tickle Phoebe extra hard just for Agatha.
Phoebe heard that question and she really started to panic. She could still feel that horrible tickling in her left armpit, but now that evil blond woman was asking her if she was ticklish on her most private spot. A great deal of fear flowed through her body because she knew if she was tickled there, she would lose her mind. She also noticed her nipples became rock hard and she started to feel wet between her legs. She was still stunned that her arousal was so high at the moment. She should have been petrified, but she was incredibly horny. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!!!! I DEMAND YOU HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!” she screamed.
Ingrid giggled when she heard Phoebe screaming like crazy. She wasn’t even tickling her hard yet, and Phoebe was already losing it. She then moved her fingers to the middle of the pit and started to scurry her fingers there. Another delightful squeal came out of Phoebe, and she saw her desperately trying to get her arm free. She loved it when a victim was completely helpless. She saw her loose hair starting to shake all over and the laughter got stronger. She remembered the longer they tickled her, the more ticklish she became thanks to the potion. Even though the potion would also cause brain fog and Phoebe probably wouldn’t remember this ordeal, she didn’t want to take any chances and show her face. Her entire persona was shrouded in secrecy. The only reason Sylvia knew who she was, was because she was captured and had her hooded mask removed. She was happy they were on the same side now and she could torment Phoebe without any concerns. Her fingers moved faster, and she saw the naked body trembling. “Heheheeh she is so ticklish!” she called out.
“Phoebe, are you trying to give us orders? You know you are not our boss, right? Poor rich woman. Think she owns everyone and can do whatever she wants. I think you need to be punished even more. Hmmmm….where should I begin?” Sylvia mused as she heard Phoebe’s ticklish laughter. She saw the hair dropping down and it exposed the back and shoulder area. She smiled and figured that it might be a good spot. She stood upright and got close to the back area. She saw how soft the skin looked and also saw that naked ass. She giggled to herself, then gave Phoebe a quick smack on her ass. The slap was very loud, and she heard a grunting sound from Phoebe. She decided she would “punish” Phoebe a little and play with her mind at the same time. “You ARE a very bad girl!” she taunted, then smacked the ass on the right cheek once again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA OW!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP HAHAHA OW! TICKLING ME!!! HAHAHAHAHA OW!” Phoebe screamed and laughed as she felt the armpit tickling but also could feel her rear end getting spanked. That really bothered her because she was getting a spanking like she was a small child. The pain wasn’t too brutal, but it was enough to register in her mind. Her body was so very sensitive that the spanking did cause enough of a painful sensation to make her want to cry, but she also kept laughing. The armpit tickling continued, and she started to panic. She tried once again to move her limbs, but it was futile. She was trapped and now these women were starting to really torture her. She had no idea why this would be happening to her, and who she must have angered to have this kind of humiliation happen to her. She felt a very hard smack on her right ass cheek and that got to her. “OW!!!! HAHAHAHA I’M SORRY!!! I’M SORRY!!!!” she screamed.
“You better be…..” Sylvia grinned as she heard that ticklish apology. She wondered how much the potion affected the body, and it seemed like it amplified anything, just like Marge told her. She then took the tips of her index and middle fingers and stroked them from the tailbone and up the spine. She saw the ass cheeks clench and the back tightened up as her fingers moved slowly up the spine. The skin was incredibly soft, and she loved the reaction she was getting. When her fingers made it to the part of the spine that was between the shoulder blades, she heard this really strong giggle coming out. It seemed to be a very sensitive area, and she wanted to keep playing with this spot. She never really tickled someone’s back as much before, but this was a perfect opportunity to explore this area. “Your back is ticklish too? Oh Phoebe, we really are going to tickle you silly!” she playfully threatened.
Phoebe felt those fingers stroking up and down and it sent an intense ticklish sensation throughout her entire body. She never really had her back tickled before. She would get back massages from Bessie, and she would feel ticklish sometimes, but she never had her back purposely tickled before. She never knew how sensitive her skin was on her back and that soft touch drove her wild in addition to the armpit tickling. These women were really going to torture her and the fact she could not get free made her terrified about what could happen. It brought back memories of when she was captured by La Diabla, and tickle tortured. She and the outlaw were friends and potential sexual partners now, but that moment was horrible for her. She was trapped with nowhere to go then and now it was happening again. Her body was extraordinarily ticklish at the moment, and she prayed it would end soon. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” she roared.
“There is no help! You are all ours! Hehehehe” Ingrid taunted as she heard that begging. She was really enjoying tickling the armpit and she watched as Sylvia tickled the back. She loved the reaction Phoebe was giving and she craved more. She wanted to torture her more. She then pulled her fingers from the left armpit and stroke them down the arms. That seemed to get Phoebe to tremble, and she felt the goosebumps on the arm. She saw the brown hair thrashing around and she felt good inside. She then moved her fingers to the outside edge of the armpit and heard another shrill scream coming from Phoebe. “Hehehehe I love this.” she said softly.
Sylvia watched Ingrid move her fingers across the arm and back into the armpit. There was something very erotic about watching another woman helping her. She remembered watching her friends gang up on a barmaid in Europe and the entire experience was so erotic. She remembered how Helga destroyed the woman; Svetlana pushed her to the edge of insanity and Thalia completely annihilated her by ripping an orgasm out of her. She knew she was going to do the same to poor Phoebe. There was one regret for this experience. According to Marge, Phoebe wouldn’t truly remember all the details of what happened to her. So even if she was mentally and emotionally destroyed when she was done with her, she wouldn’t remember what happened and would be ok again. There was a plus and minus about the potion. She wanted Phoebe to remember this for a very long time, but the tradeoff was her sensitivity was through the roof, and she was very aroused, making an orgasm much more brutal when she tore it out of her. Her fingers were now softly stroking the area near the neck, so she grabbed Phoebe’s hair with her right hand, and forced the hair to go forward, completely exposing her neck. Then with the fingers on her left hand, she stroked the back of the neck softly and heard another squeal coming from Phoebe. She could feel the head trying to snap back, but she continued to force it forward so she could play with the neck. “Looks like you really are ticklish everywhere. I noticed you didn’t answer my earlier question as well. I guess we will find out if you have a ticklish pussy or not.” she said with a smile.
Phoebe felt that continued armpit tickling, and now the back of her neck was being touched. She could feel her hair being pulled, and her neck was completely vulnerable. That soft touch drove her crazy, but it also increased her own lust. Her neck was a weak spot for her and Bessie would play with it from time to time. She could feel her nipples throbbing a little and she wished she wasn’t so horny. She then felt the fingers moving very fast in her left armpit and she completely lost it. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! STOP HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia chuckled as she heard that delicious ticklish laughter. She loved how soft that neck was and those fine hairs. She loved the way Phoebe’s body was so tense and enduring the agony. She could see Ingrid enjoying herself as her fingers moved quickly on that skin. She was still amused that Ingrid chose to wear her mask for this moment but understood as well. That was her way of operating, and she should let her do what she likes. She then moved her fingers away from the neck and looked at Phoebe’s squirming body. It was time to give her a brief rest, so they could continue to play with her mind and get ready to tickle her again. “Ok, that is enough for now. Let’s let her breathe for a moment.” she told Ingrid.
Ingrid heard Sylvia’s words, and she moved her fingers from the armpit. She knew they did have to give Phoebe a break sometimes or she would pass out. She wanted to torture this woman and passing out would not be helpful. She also wanted to keep going at her since they did not have too much time to play with her, unlike her victims where she could go all night if she had to. “Hehehe she is already a mess.” she giggled.
“Thank you….Thank you…..” Phoebe wheezed as the tickling fingers finally left her body. She felt her nerves in her body being on fire and that concerned her. She was afraid of any touch on her body, and she would lose it again. She also found herself in a conflict. She absolutely loved having sex and having sexual moments, but right now, she hated that she was so horny. She did not like these women at all, so it wasn’t like she desired sex from them. She wished it was Bessie, La Diabla, or even Veronica or Bella here doing this to her. It would be a game for them and everyone would have fun. But these women were trying to break her will and she didn’t want to be horny over that fact. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to take a mental assessment of her predicament. It was difficult because her body was tingling, and her brain felt a little foggy. She was still trying to comprehend why she felt this way. “Why? Why do I feel like this?” she muttered.
“Feel like what?” Ingrid asked. She had a huge smile on her face behind her mask and loved listening to Phoebe’s heavy breathing.
“Why am I so….ticklish?” Phoebe asked, trying to catch her breath. She knew they didn’t have the answers, but she was so confused about why she was more ticklish than she normally felt.
“That’s because you are a TICKLISH LITTLE GIRL!!! HEHEHE” Ingrid taunted. She remembered Marge telling her that even though the victims would have brain fog, and they wouldn’t remember details, they were not to take any chances with it. Marge did not want anyone outside of their group to know that this type of potion existed. It was found by some woman in Louisiana who was a voodoo practitioner and wanted to keep their methods top secret. She then placed her hand on Phoebe’s back and rubbed it a little. “You have always been ticklish. That is why you feel it.” she continued.
Sylvia listened to Ingrid mocking Phoebe, and it made sense. The potion couldn’t be revealed and that was a good thing. She looked over the naked body and saw that ass again. She looked forward to playing with it again and really sent Phoebe into ticklish hell. She then rubbed the palm of her hand across the back area, trying to soothe her victim. She heard some giggles and that made her giggle. Phoebe’s body was very responsive to touch and even a soothing touch of her hand sent ticklish sensations throughout her body. She now desired to get this potion for herself after her mission was completed and she returned to Europe. She had a feeling that Thalia would be very interested in this type of liquid for the sex slaves. “You are quite jumpy! Hehehe Yes, you really are ticklish, and we are going to see where your very worst spot is.” she threatened.
Phoebe felt that soft touch on her back and for some reason unbeknownst to her, it really tickled her. She felt so sensitive that any touch on her body was driving her crazy. She heard those two mocking her and she felt so helpless. She was trapped, naked and her body was so responsive. Her emotions started to build because there was no escape. She started to have a feeling of hopelessness. Her eyes looked at the dirty ground and prayed she could be released. “Please….leave me alone. Why do you have to tickle me?” she whined.
“Would you rather have us burn your skin? Or rip your flesh open? You should be happy we are just tickling you. Now, by the time we are done, you will be very remorseful. In fact, I think you should go back to your business and stop growing it. You already did enough. You should let other companies thrive instead of being greedy.” Sylvia taunted. She didn’t care one way or another what Phoebe did with her business, she just wanted to mess with her mind to break her will. If her company failed after that, she would be satisfied. She then started to use the tips of her fingers and stroke right down the spine again. She went from the neck area, down the spine between the shoulder blades, through the small of the back and then off the tailbone, only to reverse course and go right back up the spine. She could feel the body twitching and she heard some very cute giggles coming out. She loved the sound of those giggles and kept moving her fingers very softly. “You really do have some soft skin. You rich bitches know how to take care of yourselves, don’t you?” she asked with a hint of anger in her voice.
“Hehehehee that tickles hehehe that tickles...” Phoebe giggled as she felt that soft touch. Even though she always enjoyed soft caresses, this soft touch was driving her crazy. The intensity started to build, and she started to get worried. If they tickled her more aggressively, then she would truly suffer. She did feel grateful they weren’t tearing her flesh, but the tickling was pure torture as well. She couldn’t help but hear that woman talking about her business. She heard that she should not expand her business anymore and let others take over. Just those words got her mind racing. There was one particular rival out there that wanted to see her fall. There was one particular rival that hated her. The woman touching her mentioned she was hired to do this to her and that one particular rival now came to her mind. Agatha Walden. She did seem like the type that would do something like this and it made her angry. She felt ridiculous because her anger was growing, but she was giggling too. “Hehehehehehe Agatha!!!! Agatha!!!” she yelled out during her giggles.
Sylvia smiled when she heard Phoebe calling out Agatha. She had a feeling that Phoebe suspected her business partner in this set up. She could have admitted that Agatha did in fact request this moment because the potion would affect Phoebe’s memory of this moment, but she rather tease her and make her think it could have been anyone. That would drive Phoebe crazy because she would be focused on her chief rival. “Agatha? Who is that?” she asked teasingly as her fingers kept going up and down the spine.
“Hehehehe AGATHA!!!! THAT BITCH!!! Hehehehe She sent you!!” Phoebe cried out. She felt more and more convinced that it was Agatha that was doing this to her. That made her start to strain her arms and legs, trying her best to break free. She wanted to get fight that woman and punch her lights out for humiliating her like this. She then shrieked in ticklish terror when she felt fingers in her left armpit again. She looked up and saw that masked woman looking right at her and her fingers were in her armpit. “HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!” she screamed.
Ingrid wanted to get involved with the torture and she started to run her fingers in that armpit again. She listened to Phoebe yelling out some woman’s name and she had no idea who it was. She figured that Phoebe had a long enough break and now she should suffer. She wanted to tickle the right armpit as well, but Sylvia was standing there. “hehehe I love your laugh. I could listen to it forever.” she taunted.
Sylvia chuckled when she heard that explosive laughter and saw Ingrid tickling Phoebe again. This was getting to be a lot of fun, and she knew this rich woman was suffering. She decided to make things worse and then reached over with her left hand and grabbed the hip bone on the left side and then her right hand on the right hip bone and squeezed. “Does this tickle?” she asked with a smile.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! NOOOOOO!!! OH GAWD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Phoebe screamed when she felt those hands now squeezing her hip bone area. That sent a very intense ticklish shockwave throughout her body, and it completely overwhelmed her. That was always a very ticklish spot on her body and with her feeling extra sensitive, it was much, much worse. She closed her eyes and just laughed as hard as she could. There was nothing soft about this feeling. It was intense and really pushed her body. She could feel those fingers in her left armpit and that made the situation even worse. She started to shake her head violently and tried to move each of her limbs as she was in ticklish agony. She could feel her hair thrashing all over and she was in deep torture.
“Wow, look at her!! You found a really good spot! Hehehee Listen to how loud she is.” Ingrid said as she loved the reaction that Phoebe was giving right now. She loved the way her head was thrashing and some of the strands of hair would smack her face. She giggled because she was wearing her mask and wouldn’t have to feel that wild hair hitting her right on her face. She moved a little to her right and kept stroking her fingers in the armpit. She then moved closer and started to press her fingers into the armpit. She was rewarded with an even louder shriek. “Whoa!” she said in surprise.
Phoebe’s voice hit another octave, and she was in sheer ticklish agony. The sensations she felt were unlike any other she felt before in her life. Not even La Diabla torturing her in Santa Selena was this bad. She could feel her body temperature rising and she felt her lungs burning. She could not stop laughing and couldn’t think of anything else. Then she felt those hip squeezes getting harder and her screams soon turned into silent laughter. She kept thrashing her head around, but she also started to get tired and lose hope. The way those hands kept squeezing was destroying her mind. Her head then slumped down, and she started to have a hard time breathing. She wondered if she could die this way, and her fear got the better of her. She desperately tried to beg them to stop, but her voice was barely audible. “No more….nooooo moooooorrreeee…..” she murmured softly.
Sylvia saw the head slumping down and the laughter was turning silent. She really loved these hips and wanted to keep pushing her into ticklish insanity. She loved the reactions that Phoebe was giving and knew there was a great chance she would break this woman forever, even if she barely remembered what happened. She heard the wheezing and remembered her mandate to not kill anyone. She giggled to herself and then let go of the squeezes. She felt a rush of excitement in her own body because Phoebe was already falling apart. Whatever that potion was made of it truly worked wonders. She never had a victim go this wild before this quickly and she loved it. “Hehehe poor Phoebe. She is so ticklish!” she taunted.
Ingrid saw that Sylvia stopped tickling and figured she should do the same. She took her hand away from the armpit and looked at Sylvia. She really loved what was happening to this woman and she wanted to keep playing with her. “Yes, she is REALLY ticklish. Hehehe I bet we haven’t even found all of her spots yet. I think we have so many more to play with! Do you think she will die before then? Hehehe” she joked.
“Maybe, it is possible. Listen to her. She is already a wreck. We barely played with her, and she is already done for. I think by the time we are actually done with her; she will never be the same. You’re right. We haven’t played with ALL her ticklish spots. I mean, we haven’t even gotten to her feet yet and I think they are going to be wonderfully ticklish.” Sylvia teased. She then walked towards Phoebe’s head and grabbed her hair. She lifted that slumped head up and could see her face now. She smiled when she saw all the sweat that was on the face. Phoebe’s mouth was wide open, and she was breathing very hard. Her eyes were closed, and she looked a mess. That was a beautiful thing to see because rich women always made sure they looked great. Now, she looked like a complete mess and there was still a lot to do to her. “Phoooeeeebe. Phooooeeebe. Hey darling, open your eyes please.” she requested in a sing-song voice.
Phoebe felt her lungs were about to explode and she felt her body still tingling all over. It was such a powerful sensation, and it seemed to be getting worse. She was grateful the tickling stopped at the moment so she could breathe again. Her heart was beating very fast, and she felt herself trembling from exhaustion already. She then felt some pain as her hair was grabbed and head was forcefully pulled up. She felt some drool coming from her mouth and she was miserable. She heard the woman’s voice calling her name and she felt a little emotional. They were still threatening to tickle her all over and she knew she would not be able to handle it for much longer. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that pretty face staring right back at her. She could see that evil smirk and wondered what was going to happen to her next. “Please….stop this. I…..I am begging you. It is…too much.” she panted.
“We are not done yet. We have just begun dear. Don’t tell me you are already giving up! What happened to Phoebe the fighter! What happened to Phoebe the strong businesswoman who runs a very large cattle company and lives in a big mansion. Are you a fraud? Are you really a weak little girl trying to pretend she is like her mommy and run a company? Huh? I think we are seeing the REAL Phoebe Wellington. A weak little girl just because she is ticklish. Hehehe” Sylvia taunted. She loved playing with the mind of a victim, and she knew her words should hit the ego of the woman. She did have a disdain for rich women and loved making them a target when she was in Europe. She continued to hold Phoebe’s hair and watched her face make these tired expressions and desperately trying to get air into her lungs. She looked over at Ingrid and smiled. “Hey, maybe I am wrong. I called her a ticklish little girl. But maybe she is not human. Maybe she is a cow. Hehehe See how her udders are dangling there. You should touch them to see if they are human tits. Hahahaha” she joked.
Ingrid giggled over Sylvia’s taunting words. She loved how she was trying to humiliate Phoebe and break her soul. She also felt a tingle in her loins because she was about to touch the naked breasts of the rich woman. She started to really enjoy touching her own victims and now she was going to play with these. She saw how the breasts were dangling, and she reached her left hand forward and grabbed the dangling left breast. She felt how soft the skin was and gave the mound a gentle squeeze. “Hehehe I think they are human. I must say, they feel really, really nice.” she said with lust in her voice.
Phoebe felt that hand touching her left breast, and she felt sad. They were now touching some very personal spots on her body, and it was embarrassing. She was still trying to recover from that last tickling assault and now one of them was groping her. She felt really sensitive with that touch and her nipple started to throb. She still could not comprehend why she was feeling so horny. Her body was on fire, she was being tortured, but her lust was still sky high. The hand touching her breast was very gentle with it and she felt her nipple being very stiff. She looked tried to look down, but the main blond woman still had a handful of her hair. She could see her enjoying herself and that bothered her. She was used to being in control of situations, but right now, she was totally helpless. She started to whimper and prayed they would stop doing this to her. “Please stop touching me. What have I done to you for you to do this to me?” she whined.
“You pissed off someone, that’s what you did. Now, just enjoy yourself. I know you like my friend touching that tit of yours. I know it feels good. How do I know? Your nipples are very hard right now. They are really poking out. Hehehehe Admit this, Phoebe. You WANT us to touch you like that. You WANT us to play with you and make you feel so good. Am I right?” Sylvia teased. She did love looking at the very stiff nipples and with the potion inside of Phoebe’s body, she must have been extremely horny. She could see the look of confusion in Phoebe’s eyes. It was as though she was wondering if she should admit she liked the sexual teasing that was taking place. “Well?” she asked.
Phoebe heard those words, and her body reacted. She could feel herself being teased on her breast and down deep, her body loved it. The touch was very gentle and the way she was being touched was so sensual to her. She knew her nipples were rock hard, and her loins were very warm too. She didn’t want to admit she was horny because if she did, they would surely try to torture her sexually. Her eyes started to water because this was very overwhelming to her. She was being dominated and there was nothing she could do except have her body enjoy the sensual touches. “Don’t do this to me. What is it that you want from me?” she asked.
“What do I want? I want you to suffer, that’s all. Hehehe I think it is time you suffer some more.” Sylvia told her, then let go of her hair. She saw the head immediately slump down and she wanted to tickle her. She got over to the right armpit and moved her fingers towards that vulnerable spot. She then looked over at Ingrid and smiled. “Keep playing with her tits. Let’s keep her horny while she screams.” she said.
Ingrid nodded her head, then started to use both hands and groped the breasts. She loved how soft the skin was, and she heard that gasp coming from Phoebe. She was really enjoying teasing her and wondered when they were going to play with the pussy too. She then heard a loud shriek and saw Phoebe’s head shoot up and now she was staring at her. She saw that fear in her eyes as they were very wide open and her mouth as well. She then heard some horrific laughter coming out and she grinned. She looked over at Sylvia and saw her tickling that right armpit. She then looked back and Phoebe and just had to taunt her. “What’s the matter? Ticklish? Hehehe” she taunted.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAWD!!!!” Phoebe screamed as she felt fingers on her right armpit. The fingers were stroking that tender flesh, and she absolutely lost it. The sensations were very intense, and it appeared the more she was tickled, the more ticklish she became. She looked at that burlap sack mask of the person and she just screamed. The person looked small and was probably a woman. She couldn’t believe that she was still being groped when her poor armpit was being tickled. It was as though these two wanted nothing more but for her to suffer. She then screamed louder when the fingers started to press into her flesh. She shut her eyes again and just endured what was happening to her. Her mind was racing all over and she really hoped this would all end.
Sylvia continued to press her fingers into the armpit and was very pleased she was getting this kind of reaction. She focused on the center of the pit, doing her best to drag out the most intense sensations she could create. She loved how smooth the armpit was as well. It appeared that Phoebe shaved her armpits, and that made it even better. The sound of that hysterical laughter really sounded pleasant to her. She could feel the agony that Phoebe was in. She knew this woman was losing her mind and she wanted to keep pushing her. She knew Ingrid must have been having fun groping the breasts, but she wanted to get her more involved in the tickling attack. She also wanted to tickle both armpits at the same time, so she needed Ingrid to tickle somewhere else. “Hey, can you tickle her ribs? I want to get to her other armpit.” she requested.
Ingrid let go of Phoebe’s breasts and felt excited. It was her turn to inflict some more tickle torture on Phoebe. She stood up and made her way to the left side of the trapped body. She wouldn’t see directly the front of the ribs, but she knew where they were. She wrapped her right hand around the body and placed them on the right ribcage. She placed her left hand on the left side, then started to diddle her fingers up and down the exposed ribs. She felt a thrill in her body because she saw Phoebe’s head snap up again and that hysterical laughter came pouring out once again. “Who has ticklish ribbies? Huh? YOU DO!!! Hehehe” she teased.
Phoebe felt those fingers on her ribs, and she absolutely lost it. The sensations tore right through her and now her armpits and ribs were being tickled at the same time. If those two wanted to make her suffer, they accomplished their goal. The sensory overload was breaking her down and she was now getting desperate. She once again tried in a futile effort to pull her arms and legs free, but it was no use. The helplessness of the situation was what was breaking her mind down. No matter how much she begged, no matter how much she tried to reason with them, they were going to tickle her until she cracked. She felt the fingers dancing up and down her ribs and each touch sent off ticklish electric bolts throughout her body. What was even worse was now both of her armpits were being tickled. She looked up and now her face saw the evil woman in front of her, and her arms were forward and those fingers danced in both of her pits. She felt her eyes starting to water because she wanted to cry. She shook her head in ticklish frustration and for a brief moment, she wanted to fight the torture. They were trying to humiliate her, and her natural instinct was to keep fighting. But the tickling in both places was too much for her and she felt her mind slipping. She had no idea how she was even conscious at the point, but it wouldn’t be long before she was knocked out.
Sylvia loved the feeling of the armpit skin on her fingers. She could feel Phoebe’s hair smacking her own chest as the woman was constantly moving around. The laughter was still very strong, and she wondered how this woman was still alive. She thought about her most ticklish victims in Europe and even victims such as Kylie, April and even Ingrid. They were all really ticklish, but Phoebe appeared to be much worse. She always tickled her victims alone, so now that she had a tickling partner, the victim could get tickled in multiple places at once. It also helped there was a potion involved to make Phoebe even more responsive. She looked at that naked back as she tickled those armpits, and her eyes went all the way to the ass. She couldn’t see it clearly, but thought about when she could see it. It was a very nice-looking ass, and she planned on playing with it. She wanted Phoebe to truly suffer. She wanted her to feel the most intense torture ever, then she was going to play with her sensually. Making her have an orgasm was going to be a lot of fun and she couldn’t wait.
Phoebe felt herself starting to fade. She slowly slipped back into silent laughter and felt the urge to breathe. She was laughing so hard; she couldn’t get air into her lungs as fast as it was leaving. She closed her eyes and now she prayed she would lose consciousness. It would allow her to stop feeling those ticklish sensations. It would allow her to finally have some peace. She felt those fingers drumming up and down her ribs. She felt those fingers pressing into her trapped armpits and it was brutal. She started to feel lightheaded, and her peace was coming soon. Then she felt the fingers leave her ribs and her armpits. She then felt a hard smack on her ass, and she yelped in pain. “Ow!!! No……please no…..” she cried out.
Ingrid could tell Phoebe was fading and she did not want that. They needed to keep her conscious so they could keep on tormenting her. When she saw the head falling and silent laughter presented, she knew from her own tickling experiences that the victim was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. She looked at Sylvia during that moment and she could tell she understood that as well. She saw the hands leave the armpits and then she took them off the ribs. Once she did that, in order to keep Phoebe awake, she smack her ass with a hard shot to the left cheek. “Hey! No passing out on us!” she demanded.
Sylvia had to hand it to Ingrid. She was the one who wanted to make a pause in the torment and keep Phoebe awake. She was impressed with her so far because she seemed to understand the art of tickle torture. She still hasn’t seen her go full bore on a victim, but her recognition of the situation made her believe that she was quite skilled. She really loved how she smacked Phoebe’s ass to keep her awake. She looked down and saw that slumping head. She could hear those soft whimpers, and she wanted to keep playing with her mind. She grabbed her hair again and yanked the head upwards. She stared at Phoebe’s face and loved it. The sweat was a lot more prominent now, and she loved that Phoebe started to drool. It meant she was so exhausted and wanted air so bad, that her mouth stayed open, and saliva dripped out. She wished she had an artist to draw the face or even had a photographer to take a picture of this tired face. It would make a great gift for Agatha to see her main rival in such a humiliating moment. “Awww….Poor Phoebe. You look so tired right now. Do you want us to stop tickling you?” she asked in a mocking voice.
Phoebe grimaced when she felt her hair being grabbed once again and forced to look at Sylvia. She felt so ashamed, and she got emotional. She had no idea how much she could take. Her body was on fire, and she was still extremely horny. She felt her eyes watering and she wanted mercy. “Please….stop tickling me. I don’t want it….please…I don’t want it.” she whimpered.
“That’s too bad because we are not done with you yet. I think it is time we found some other places. I think your ribs still need to be played with and we haven’t even gotten to your lower body. I suggest you take a moment to rest. Because what I have planned will probably kill you. Hehehe” Sylvia teased. She started to feel even more powerful the longer this moment was taking place. Phoebe was a mess, and it wasn’t even over yet. Her desire to keep humiliating this woman was turning into a raging inferno and she felt such great satisfaction. She figured she could play with her mind for a moment and have some fun. “But first, I want to see what you think of us. I will start with me. Do you think I look pretty?” she teased, wanting to make Phoebe play games.
Phoebe felt so exhausted, and her throat was hurting after all the screaming laughter that she did. She felt her body temperature rising and the sweat started to trickle down her forehead. These women were definitely trying to embarrass her, and she had to try and maintain her composure. She really wanted to cry at this moment. She then heard that question posed to her and her heart sank. They were definitely trying to humiliate her, and she knew she had better play along or she was going to be tortured again. The woman was asking if she was pretty or not, and truth be told, she did find her attractive. So, it wasn’t going to be a lie she told. “Y-Yes…you are really pretty….” she replied, hoping that was a good answer.
“THANK YOU!!! You are so nice.” Sylvia said with a huge smile. Even though she knew Phoebe answered under duress, it still felt nice to be told she was pretty. She then motioned Ingrid to come over and mess with Phoebe’s mind. Ingrid still wore her mask, and it was time to play with Phoebe. “Now, do you think she is pretty?” she asked.
Ingrid looked over at Sylvia and felt a little disappointed that she revealed her gender. She liked being mysterious because many of the victims thought she could be a small man, and not a woman. It made it harder for people to think she might be behind it whenever they crossed her paths. “Hey, why did you tell her I was a woman?” she whispered to her partner.
Sylvia felt embarrassed because she didn’t know Ingrid was purposely trying to hide her gender from her victims. She shrugged her shoulders and gave her a half smile. “My apologies. You did say she won’t remember any of this clearly, right?” she asked.
“Yeah, good point. Just be careful. I like them not knowing. It gives me that mysterious aura.” Ingrid responded. She then looked at Phoebe who had a confused look on her face. She could understand why, because she was wearing a mask, but wanted to have fun anyway. “Well, do I look pretty?” she asked.
Phoebe was stunned when she heard that question. They were surely playing with her mind at this point. She had no idea what the person looked like and at least she found out it was a woman. She saw that mask and shook her head. She already knew what she had to say, or she was going to be tortured. “I-I can’t see your f-face. B-But I can tell…..you….are very pretty.” she said with fear in her voice.
“Why thank you! Yes, you can’t see my face, but I am smiling. You are a very sweet woman. But I must ask you. Why are you such a bitch? Hehehe” Ingrid asked. She had never met Phoebe before in her life but knew that Sylvia wanted to capture her and torture her because of some rivalry Phoebe had with another person.
Phoebe heard that response and felt nervous. They were really trying to play with her mind, and it was driving her crazy. She gulped a little and hoped they would at least admit that Agatha was behind all of this. “I-I don’t know. W-Who am I a bitch to?” she asked nervously.
“I think you know. Ok, let’s get back to business. I think we need to find some more spots! Where shall we tickle you next?” Sylvia said, then cracked her knuckles. She wanted to keep playing with Phoebe and drive her mad.
“NO!!!! DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!!! Please, I am begging you. I am too ticklish right now! You’re going to kill me.” Phoebe begged. She saw both Sylvia and the smaller woman stand up and she knew they were about to touch her again. She felt her neck muscles getting tired from the constant attempts of looking up. She started to feel some aches in her limbs from all the desperate pulling on them, trying her best to get herself free.
“Poor Phoebe….she sounds like she doesn’t like our tickling. Well, can we touch you instead? How about this? We play with your nipples a bit and maybe play with your ass. Would that be better?” Sylvia offered. She wanted Phoebe to start making hard choices. Either way, she was going to enjoy this moment.
Phoebe gasped when she heard that offer. She desperately did not want to be tickled again. However, she did not want to be tickled sexually either. She started to tug at her binds once again and she just couldn’t get loose. “W-Why do you want to touch me? Please, just let me go!” she cried out.
“So, not making a choice huh? Ok, tickle time! Let us know when you want us to play with your nipples and your ass.” Sylvia said, then made her way to the hip area. She wanted to squeeze the hips again and drive her insane. She looked at Ingrid and motioned her to the ribs again. It was time to make her go crazy again and looked forward to her begging to be touched sexually. She then stood behind Phoebe, between her spread out legs tied to the crates. She then gripped the hips and started to squeeze. “Does this……tickle?” she taunted as she squeezed.
“NOOOOOOO NOT THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT AGAIN!!! HAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!! HAHAHAHA SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEE!!!!!” Phoebe screeched as she felt those very strong hands squeezing her very sensitive hips. It seemed even worse now and she really started to shake her body as much as she could. The squeezing was ruthless and sent powerful ticklish shockwaves throughout her entire body. She could feel Sylvia pressed against her rear end, maintaining some kind of balance and she roared. This was such a helpless feeling, and she could not stop it from happening.
Ingrid laughed when she heard that explosive laughter. She saw how Sylvia was squeezing the hips, and she was very delighted. She then made her way over to the left side of Phoebe and resumed her rib tickling. She pressed her dainty fingers into the crevices and heard another explosive shriek. She saw the head snap up and heard that hysterical laughter. She felt so powerful. She would tickle the ribs of her victims and loved how they screamed and laughed. She normally had them gagged, but hearing the pure laughter felt even better. She moved her fingers from crevice to crevice, trying to draw out the most intense ticklish sensations possible and it seemed to be working. She could feel Phoebe thrashing in her bondage, desperately trying to get herself free. That made her press her fingers in a little harder and she loved the reaction. “This is great! Listen to her! This woman is so ticklish! Hehehe” she taunted.
Sylvia smiled when she saw Ingrid tickling the ribs. Once again, she knew that their double team was going to bring out the most intense ticklish feelings possible. There was no turning back. This was about teaching this woman a lesson and destroying her. The laughter was almost musical right now. It appeared Phoebe had a great set of lungs on her. She could only imagine how she felt. Her ticklish victims were always a wreck after she was done with them. This was going to be really fascinating to her because this victim was being double teamed. She did a few more hard squeezes and started to think about how that potion would do wonders on the new sex slaves that would arrive. If they were tickled out of their minds, they would be far more docile. She was wondering about the memory lapse, but the more appealing thing was the increased sensitivity. Sylvia knew that after they were done with Phoebe, even though she wouldn’t remember all the details, her body would be worn out. She giggled to herself imagining Phoebe laying up in her bed for a few days. “hehehe she sure is a screamer. Do you think we need to put a gag on her? She might draw the attention of people in Maine. Haha” she joked.
“Hehehe we might. But her laughter is beautiful. She does have a sweet voice, even though she is screaming. Her ribs are a very good spot. I love how she is trying to get herself free. I hope she realizes there is no escape. That we are going to keep tickling and tickling and tickling and tickling and tickling and we are never…..going…..to…stop. hehehehe” Ingrid teased as her fingers were now running up and down the ribs. She could feel that soft skin and loved the reaction. She even moved her fingers down to the belly area and started to tickle that flat area. She loved the way Phoebe shrieked when her fingers went to the stomach, and it was a beautiful thing. She loved how soft that skin was and when she found the navel, she played with it a bit. “Ooooh! She has a ticklish tummy as well!” she teased.
Phoebe felt the finger going up and down her ribs and those hip squeezes were absolutely destroying her. It tickled so much, and her body kept getting more sensitive. Her lust was still flowing, but she felt nothing but those very powerful ticklish sensations tearing through her very soul. Then she felt the fingers touching her stomach and that got her roaring again. She couldn’t even believe she could still laugh. The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her, and she just wanted all this to stop. She had no idea how much more she could actually take and wanted to beg these women. But when the fingers probed her belly button, she completely went wild. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!!!! NOT SNORT THERE SNORT SNORT” she snorted.
Sylvia heard those snorting sounds, and she couldn’t help but laugh. They actually managed to get this powerful businesswoman to start snorting and it really made her laugh. She paused her hip squeezing for a moment to cover her mouth with her hands. She wanted to burst into hysterical laughter herself because it sounded really funny. “Hehehehe did we just make her snort?” she asked Ingrid.
“Hahaha yes, we did! Her cute tummy is really ticklish! Especially her belly button. I love how it feels. She really is just one big tickle spot.” Ingrid replied and continued to tickle around the navel. She couldn’t help but enjoy the torment she was inflicting on Phoebe. She loved how much she made her laugh just by playing with the other parts of the body. She felt like she was missing something, which was to ask Phoebe where her jewelry was. This was a new adventure for her. She wasn’t stealing Phoebe’s valuables; this was all about just torturing her. It meant she could keep going without having to constantly ask the questions. She did miss doing that, but for right now, this was a very enjoyable break.
Phoebe felt tears coming from her eyes and she felt completely embarrassed. She normally did not snort in her laughter. Whenever she was tickled, she would laugh really hard, but snorting was not a part of it. They were pushing her way beyond her limits and now she really felt humiliated. She could feel herself breaking down. She was lightheaded a few times before, but now it felt like she was going to just surrender. This was getting to be too much and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She had to do something before she lost all of her mind. She knew there was one way to stop it. Even though it would be very humiliating, she had to get them to stop tickling her right now. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! TOUCH ME!!! TOUCH ME!!! HAHAHAHAH I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA TOUCH ME!!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia let go of the sides and started to laugh. She heard that desperate cry from Phoebe to touch her and it really made her happy. She knew her victim was breaking down and she was going to take full advantage of it. Now it was time for her to explore the other side effects of the potion. Not only did it make a person’s nerves far more sensitive, but it was also supposed to increase their arousal to very high levels. She looked at Phoebe’s naked ass and figured she would play with it a little to get this woman’s juices flowing. That would eventually lead to her forcing an orgasm from her. She looked over at Ingrid and smiled. “You heard her. She wants to be touched. Play with her nipples. I am sure she will love it.” she told her.
Ingrid nodded her head and then went to the front of Phoebe where she could see her breasts still dangling. She heard the wheezing coming from her mouth and her hair was draped downwards to the floor. It was a mess, and she knew this woman was just about done for. Now it was time to play with her sexually for a little bit, then resume the hellacious tickle torture. “Hehehehe I bet you will love what I do with your nipples.” she told her softly.
Phoebe was breathing very hard as she tried to recover from that brutal tickle attack. Her body was still tingling, and she really wanted the tickling to stop. She also felt ashamed. She felt ashamed because she begged these women to touch her in a sexual manner. She hated that feeling of surrendering but she just couldn’t take the hysterical laughter and those strong ticklish sensations anymore. She heard Ingrid’s voice, and she looked up. She still couldn’t see the woman’s face, but knew she had to be smiling just from the looks of the eyes. Her eyes were still wet from the tears of laughter, and she wanted to keep begging for mercy. “Please…don’t do this to me. I am begging you.” she whimpered.
“Awwww….don’t be shy right now. You begged us to touch you, so we will touch you. I really do like your nipples. They look so hard for me. I bet they are aching to be touched. Here, let me take care of that for you.” Ingrid said, then reached her hands forward. She placed her thumb and index finger on each hand on both nipples and gave them a very gentle squeeze. She loved how hard they were, and she could see the misery on Phoebe’s face. She then started to softly rub them with her fingers, and she knew it was really going to drive Phoebe crazy with lust.
Phoebe gasped when she felt her nipples being touched. The touch was firm, but also tender. The way this person was touching her, they must have played with women before. She couldn’t stop her from touching her nipples and when she started to rub them, she felt an incredible surge in her arousal. Despite being tortured, the lust in her body was still there and the touch felt really good. Her mind was totally confused on how she could enjoy this woman forcefully touching her. She wondered if it was because she was tired. She remembered her body having the same kind of reaction when La Diabla tortured her in that wine cellar in Santa Selena. She started to feel wetness growing between her legs as the nipple play really turned her on. She couldn’t stop from feeling that lust and she didn’t know what else to do. “Mmmmmm….mmmmm….” she cooed.
Sylvia heard that soft, cooing sound and she smiled. It appeared that Phoebe was in fact feeling arousal and now it was her turn. She placed her hands on Phoebe’s ass and gave the two cheeks a gentle squeeze. She liked how firm the ass was, and how soft the skin was. She spread the cheeks a little, then closed them. Her hands started to massage the ass and wanted to keep teasing her. She then started to do a very light spanking on the ass, and she heard those little yelps. She smacked the ass a little, just to get the blood flowing in that area, and wanted to keep her arousal flowing. “You really do have a nice ass. I really like it.” she told her.
Phoebe felt the slight stings from the smacks on her ass, but it also kept her arousal building. She knew what they wanted to do to her. She knew they wanted to get her very aroused and do very naughty things to her. She wanted to fight them. She didn’t want them to dominate her sexually. She usually liked to be the dominant one when it came to sex. She wanted control and now that she was tied up and her naked body was completely vulnerable, she felt really helpless, and it affected her emotions. The nipple play continued and so did the slight spanking. She could feel the fire between her legs growing and she did her best to fight that feeling. She remembered the stories from those captured in Santa Selena and also with Thalia in Ciudad Del Reina. She remembered the stories of her friends being forced to orgasm and she felt bad for them. Now it was happening to her, and she felt so humiliated. She felt another smack on her ass, and she grimaced. “Please…ow….have mercy. Ow….” she whined softly.
Ingrid heard the smacks on the ass, and she knew Sylvia was having fun. It also seemed with each smack on the ass, the nipples in her hands were throbbing. She could see that look of lust on Phoebe’s face and knew the woman was going to experience some sexual humiliation. She felt herself getting very aroused. Phoebe was a very beautiful woman and playing with her naked body was amazing. She wondered if she could touch her pussy, but had a feeling it would be Sylvia to play with that. She saw Phoebe staring right back at her and she chuckled because of that desperate look. “You are a BAD girl! I bet you like being the bad girl, huh? I bet you crave for us to touch you in your places. I know you like me touching your nipples. I know you like being spanked. Will you cum for us? Huh? Will you cum?” she asked teasingly.
Phoebe heard those questions, and she felt fear. The way her body felt at the moment, she knew an orgasm was not out of the question. What she wondered though was would it be forced from her, or would she willingly give it up to these two women. Her lust was tearing right through her, and this was better than being tickled. She knew she should tell this masked woman no. That she will not cum, but her body had that craving. She shook her head no and tried her best to fight the raging lust. “No….please don’t make me cum. Please don’t that to me. I don’t want…..don’t hehehehehe….want…hehehe to ..heheheheh hey!” she tried to say and started to giggle.
Sylvia giggled to herself when she heard Phoebe starting to giggle. She started to lightly trace the tips of her fingers across the ass cheeks very softly and it appeared to tickle Phoebe. She saw the ass cheeks clench together and then heard those cute giggles. Her fingertips moved from where the crease was located where the leg connected to the ass and slowly moved up over the cheeks. She saw the ass quivering and she loved it. She started to make little circles on the skin and the giggles were getting even louder. It was time to start tickling Phoebe again. After giving her that spanking, she knew the skin was even more sensitive and it was time to exploit that.
“What’s the matter with you? Why are you giggling?” Ingrid teased. She loved the way Phoebe was giggling and wanted to keep playing with her mind. She could see the smile on her tired face and loved that sight.
“Hehehe she’s tickling my butt! Hehehehe make her stop!!! It tickles!” Phoebe begged. She felt those fingers constantly stroking up and down both of her ass cheeks and it was driving her crazy. She clenched her ass cheeks together, but those fingers never changed. She felt small circles being “drawn” on her skin and now she was really starting to laugh. The ticklish sensations increased and now she grew worried they were about to tickle torture her again. They had teased her sexually and now that horrible tickling was coming back.
“Haha she is tickling your ass, huh? I like that! I think it is great that your ass is ticklish. I bet this is a tickle spot too….” Ingrid teased, then moved her fingers off the nipples and started to reach under the dangling breasts and started to softly stroke the delicate undersides. She saw Phoebe’s eyes light up and knew she hit a very sensitive area.
Phoebe felt the fingers tickling the undersides of her breasts and that really drove her crazy. That delicate skin was a weakness for her, and it drove her wild. Now that they were tickling her ass and her breasts, she didn’t know what to do. The lust she had built was still there and now those ticklish feelings were colliding with the lust. It was all overwhelming to her and she was genuinely concerned about her well-being. She was at a sensory overload and now everything grew intense. The simplest touch on her skin grew really intense and she couldn’t stand it anymore. “HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BOTH HAVE TO STOP!!!! YOU ARE HAHAHAH GOING TO KILL ME!” she screamed.
“You won’t die, Phoebe. We won’t let you die. Because then we can’t play with you. Hehehe” Sylvia teased as she continued the light stroking of her fingers on the ass. She looked down at the rump and made sure her fingers kept exploring this very ticklish ass. She then wanted to test something. She took the tip of her left index finger and placed it right on the tailbone. She then slowly stroked the finger down the ass crack and the cheeks immediately clenched and she heard a very shrill ticklish scream coming out of Phoebe. It appeared that she found a very ticklish spot and now she was going to exploit it. The finger moved all the way down the crack, and then slowly went right back up. The ass was wiggling as much as it could, but with the legs spread, the ass and hips really couldn’t move around too much. This was the perfect torture. She then used her right hand and placed it on the right butt cheek. She moved her hand to the right, which moved the cheek away from the other and exposed that very delicate skin down the ass crack. She looked at that cavern and then she noticed that small, brown puckered hole and smiled. Sylvia started to think of ways to play with that hole and make Phoebe’s brain turn into mush. “You have such a cute ass! And look at this hole! I bet it is a very sensitive hole! I will find out soon enough if it is ticklish too. Hahaha” she teased.
Ingrid heard Sylvia talking about Phoebe’s ass and she loved it. When she heard her partner talking about the hole, she just had to go look. She wanted to see how Sylvia was playing with that ass, and her curiosity got the better of her. She thought that perhaps she could learn a tickling technique from her. After being tickle tortured herself by Sylvia, she knew that woman had great skills. She stood up and headed towards Phoebe’s rear. When she got there, she positioned herself so she could see the ass clearly. She saw that crack so helpless and vulnerable and then she saw that small, puckered hole as well. That sent a tingle through her body because the opportunity to drive Phoebe insane was right there for the taking. “Are you really going to play with that hole? Can I watch?” she asked.
“Sure!! Hehehe I would love you to watch. Bring me a feather from the pouch. She is going to love it!” Sylvia said and watched Ingrid jump for joy. The idea of tickling Phoebe’s ass and driving her wild with a mixture of tickling and lust turned her on. She smiled when she saw Ingrid handing her an owl feather that she used on previous victims and now it was time to drive poor Phoebe crazy. She saw the giddiness in Ingrid’s body demeaner and now it was time for a show. She took the very tip of the feather and placed it right on the tailbone. She then slowly dragged that tip right down the crack of the ass and got an instant reaction.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! WHAT IS THAT??!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT IS THAT???!!!” Phoebe screamed as she felt something trickling down her very sensitive ass crack. The feeling was indescribable, and she felt a very intense tickling sensation in her body. She clenched her ass cheeks together as best as she could, but that object continued to slide down that very sensitive skin. She couldn’t help but scream because that object was really driving her wild. She knew it wasn’t human flesh touching her and now she panicked.
Ingrid felt her nipples throb with lust when she heard that horrific ticklish scream. She loved that reaction and loved how the feather slowly went down the ass crack. She saw the ass shaking a little and quivering. The way the feather slid down that area was very appealing to her. She watched as the feather finished sliding down the crack, then lifted up and was placed right back on the tailbone and did another torturous path down the crack, forcing hysterical laughter once again. She really liked how this moment looked. She loved how Phoebe’s ass was being tickled with that feather. She wanted to touch it herself and tickle her into insanity. “Hehehehe yeah, that’s a really good area. Keep doing it!” she called out.
Sylvia methodically stroked the feather down the crack and even did a little sawing action as the feather traveled down that very sensitive skin. She absolutely loved the reaction she was getting, and she was determined to bring out the very worst sensations possible. She watched as the feather touched that skin. She wanted Phoebe to feel every single touch and to lose her mind. She then used her left hand and pulled the left cheek away from the other, further exposing that sensitive area and dragged the feather down the crack again. That fresh scream of hysterical laughter appealed to her, and she smiled. “That’s right, Phoebe. You have such a ticklish ass. I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am.” she teased.
Phoebe’s eyes were shut tight, and her fists were balled up. She truly felt the intense tickling sensation in her entire body, and it really drove her to the pint of madness. All of her body was ticklish, but to be tickled in this particular area really seemed to get to her. She never felt so vulnerable in her life. Not even La Diabla did this to her. This was unexplored territory for her, and she didn’t know how else to react but to scream. Her eyes started to roll back into her head as the feather made stroke after stroke, after stroke in that crack. She knew she was going to lose her mind, and her emotions were getting to her. Tears started to flow from her eyes again and she wanted nothing else in the world right now but to have that evil feathering stop. Her head slumped down, and she continued to scream in ticklish agony when the feather started to saw down the crack.
Sylvia really loved the sawing method and knew Phoebe had to be truly suffering. This was a great method, and she wanted to keep doing it until Phoebe’s mind turned to mush. She also dragged the tip of the feather near the hole to make Phoebe panic. She wondered how ticklish the hole was going to be and to violate it with this feather would be an amazing moment. She looked over at Ingrid, who was obviously excited. She loved her enthusiasm in her body language and that made her happy. She then had an idea. She craved Phoebe’s pussy and figured that Ingrid would want to have a little fun herself. She looked over at her and smiled. “Hey, why don’t you take the other feather and tickle her tits? We can break her right now and get her ready for more fun. Because once we finish doing this to her, we can do something really fun before the grand finale. We can tickle her feet….” she offered.
Ingrid grew excited that she was going to be able to use a feather on Phoebe. She was going to be able to feather her breasts and after she used her fingers, she knew those mounds were very ticklish. She clapped her hands and then went over to the pouch. She pulled out another owl feather and then sat down on the ground on Phoebe’s left side and had a clear look at the dangling left breast. She saw poor Phoebe’s head slump down and that horrific laughter continued to flow from the mouth. The hair was flowing to the floor, and she could see her neck and back as well. She then reached the feather forward and started to drag it along the side of the left breast. She heard a ticklish hissing sound and saw Phoebe turn her head towards her. She could see how the brown hair was over her face, but she could still see her eyes. They had a look of desperation in them, and she loved it. “Hehehe ticklish on your tit?” she taunted.
Phoebe felt the feather touching her left breast and that sent a new wave of ticklishness in her. The feather on her ass was still breaking her very soul, but now she had to deal with her breasts being feathered. The stiffness of the feather was what truly made her suffer. The way it stroked around the outside edge of her breast was maddening to her. She started to shake her chest, but the feather simply stroked the skin underneath the mound and on her rib area. She felt the hopelessness of the moment. They were now feathering her very responsive body and she couldn’t stop them. They were trying to destroy her and couldn’t stop them. She was one of the wealthiest people in the entire State, but yet, she was completely powerless to stop them from torturing her with feathers. Her mind really started to race knowing that she was going to keep suffering with no end in sight and that forced more tears coming from her eyes.
Sylvia loved the additional reaction from Phoebe’s mouth and knew Ingrid must have been feathering the breasts. She now could send a terrible message to Phoebe and let her know that she owned her body right now. Her eyes then looked at that puckered hole, and it was time to break Phoebe. She then moved the feather away from the ass crack and then pointed the very tip of the fronds at the hole. She then carefully placed the tip right on the outside edge of the hole, then did a slow circle around it. The reaction from Phoebe was instantaneous.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE HELL????!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO!!!! WHAT HAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE????” Phoebe screamed when she felt that same object tickling the crack, now tickling around her hole in her ass. She had never felt anything like that before, and the intensity completely overwhelmed her. The object continued to stroke and slide across that area, and she used every ounce of strength she had to try and pull her limbs free. She also felt her left breast being grabbed by a hand and the feather was stroking her mound. The double sensation sent her into tickle hell, and she knew there was no coming back now.
Ingrid got tired of the left breast jiggling away from her, so she reached out with her left hand and held the breast still, while her right hand used the feather to stroke and tease the skin. She heard that reaction and wondered if Sylvia finally went into the hole. That made her shudder, and she clenched her own ass just thinking about how that would feel. This was such a surreal moment for her. They were both tickling this very rich woman into tears and touching areas of her body that a lot of people would never touch. She felt like she controlled and owned this woman, and it was such a powerful feeling. She disliked a lot of rich ladies. They were usually so egotistical and looked down on people like her and her fellow dancers. To have one screaming in ticklish agony as her body was tickle violated felt really good. She then moved the feather and stroked it across the hard nipple and heard another cackle come out. “hehehe you are in hell!!!” she told her.
Sylvia continued to circle around the hole and loved the reactions she was getting. She saw that hole puckering up and she wanted to make it open up. She knew she would probably have to get a new feather, but she wanted to see if she could get this feather to go inside the hole. She stroked it right across the center area and that seemed to make Phoebe scream louder. The hole opened up and she started to push the feather inside the hole. It was difficult, but it slowly made its way inside the hole. She didn’t get very far because of the feather’s design, but it was inside enough to make a difference. “This will be fun….” she told herself, then started to twirl the feather.
Phoebe felt that object now being pushed inside her body and her brain didn’t even know what to think. It absolutely shocked her that her hole was being feathered and now it was being pushed inside her. Her eyes bugged out from the mere sensation of it going inside and then she felt it twirling. She couldn’t even scream. The feeling was too intense and so overwhelming, her body took a moment to realize what was happening. She felt like everything was frozen in time. She felt things in slow motion as she felt something stroking across her left nipple and something was twirling inside her body. It was a surreal feeling at the moment. Nothing else existed in her world except two very powerful sensations happening at the same time. Then everything came back to reality and the ticklish feelings exploded from the depths of her very soul. “OH GAWD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH” she screamed with great intensity.
Ingrid was stunned by that laughter coming from Phoebe’s mouth. It was very shrill, and it was very intense. She wondered what diabolical thing Sylvia did to the woman’s hole with that feather. She saw the look of sheer terror in Phoebe’s eyes and knew whatever she felt was unlike any other that she felt up to this point. She continued to saw her own feather across the nipple and loved how hard the nipple was. She then moved her feather to the underside of the breast and wanted to play with that delicate skin. She saw Phoebe’s deranged facial expression and she loved it. She had never seen a look like that before and knew it had to be absolute madness that Phoebe was experiencing. This was going to be a moment that she would never forget herself.
Sylvia continued to twirl the feather inside the hole and the sound of that laughter filled her body with joy. She knew she just hit a new level of torture on poor Phoebe, and she wanted to savor it. The way this powerful woman was screaming was going to be in her memory for the rest of her life. She decided that this reaction was the new measuring stick with other victims. Never before did she get this reaction, and she wanted to hit this level each time. The thought of Darby’s hole being feathered motivated her and she kept twirling. She also knew this potion made everything that much worse and she wanted to find the voodoo woman who had it, so she could get her own supply. She looked at the feather twirling and it looked so appealing. She wondered if doing this to a woman’s ass would be just as fun with the pussy. Then she grinned. There was still a very sensitive and very wet pussy still to play with. She felt a tingle between her own legs because they haven’t even gotten to Phoebe’s pleasure center yet. Sylvia giggled to herself knowing that even though Phoebe was surely on the edge of a nervous breakdown, there were still some fun areas to play with. Her eyes then looked down at the bent knees and remembered what was behind her. The thought of the ends of those legs thrilled her because she figured her next tickle target would probably destroy Phoebe. It was one of the greatest weak spots on a woman and she was very confident that when she tickled there, this rich woman would surely lose it. She decided her next tickle target on Phoebe’s body would be……her feet.
Phoebe had no idea how she was still conscious at this point. That feather twirling was excruciatingly ticklish, and it drove her way past her limit. She could feel that twirling inside a very intimate spot and she screamed. The nipple feathering wasn’t helping her either and she felt just how rock hard they were. She could feel the fronds of the feather slowly sliding across her aching nipples and they felt as though they had their own heartbeat as they were thumping away. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. She had no idea how far these women were going to push her. She closed her eyes, and her head slumped as she continued to scream hysterically. She was fading fast and prayed she could just sleep.
Ingrid started to saw the feather a little faster across the nipples and loved how they looked. She licked her own lips and wished she could suck on those buds, but that would require her to take off her mask. She did think about taking it off because Phoebe would have brain fog later and probably would not remember what she looked like. However, she didn’t want to take any chances, and this was part of her operation. She then thought about a way she could take off her mask and enjoy Phoebe. The way Phoebe was tied across the sawhorse, if she were to play with her feet or her pussy, then she could take off her mask and savor those spots. Phoebe wouldn’t see her, and she could truly enjoy feasting on her. The thoughts of Phoebe’s feet came to her mind, and she got excited. This rich woman had been tortured in very intense spots, but they haven’t even touched her feet yet. She really hoped the feet were extra ticklish before the potion was administered. Because if they were, and the potion was flowing through the body, then Phoebe would lose her mind when the feet were touched. The thought of that really got her excited and she looked at Sylvia. She could see how focused she was on feathering that hole. Even though she was personally tortured by the same woman, right now, she had a lot of respect for her because of how she was systematically destroying this rich and powerful woman. “Hehehehe I think she is about to die, or she will have a major orgasm.” she giggled.
Syliva looked towards Ingrid and heard her words. She did see how Phoebe looked so exhausted with her slumping head and figured it was time to give her a break. She wanted Phoebe to somewhat recover because her desire to tickle her feet grew. She slowly pulled the feather out of the hole and looked at it. She started to smile as she twirled it slowly between her fingers. “I don’t think I will be using this feather anymore. Hehehe It now belongs to her ass.” she joked.
Phoebe groaned in agony as finally the feather left her delicate hole. The nipple feathering also ceased and now she started to cry. Her body was completely overwhelmed by the ticklish feelings and the extreme lust she felt. She set her emotions free because she could not take it anymore. What they did to her hole and her nipples was just too much. Her body felt like it was on fire and any touch on her skin would probably decimate her. She felt how hot her face was and knew she looked like a total mess. She realized that she was pushed too far and really prayed this was finally over. “Please….no more….sob stop torturing me…sob I can’t take it anymore…I really sob can’t take it anymore….” she cried.
Sylvia had a smirk on her face as she heard the sobbing. It felt really good to know this woman was a complete wreck and she wasn’t even done with her yet. It was amazing how effective the potion’s effects were, and she started to love it even more. She then came from behind Phoebe and went near her head, next to Ingrid. She once again grabbed Phoebe’s hair on the crown of the head and forcefully pulled the head up, so she could look at that face. She could see how red the face was, and how wet the eyes were. She could see tears streaming down her cheeks and heard those cries. She knew Phoebe was broken at this moment, but she did not care. She wanted to keep pushing her until she broke, perhaps forever. She wondered if she broke her, would she remember any of it. She wanted to see if she could make Phoebe feel like a helpless victim for the rest of her life. “You look so sad, Phoebe. What’s the matter? Tell me what’s wrong?” she asked sarcastically.
Phoebe felt her head pulled up and she felt so helpless. She continued to cry as she was overwhelmed and just wanted to leave this horrible place. It was without a doubt the second worst day of her life. The first day was when her mother abandoned her to be tortured, so that her mother could escape and save her own skin. Right now, this was all about her physical suffering and no one was coming to help her. She was so tired, yet felt so horny and her body was tingling, it made her really start to break down. Then she heard Sylvia’s questions and that made her cry harder. This woman was mocking her, and she couldn’t stop her. She felt her dignity slipping away at the moment and she did not care. She wanted this torture to stop. “Please sob no more tickling….I really sob can’t take it anymore. Please…sob have mercy on my soul.” she cried.
“Hehehe interesting choice of words. Have mercy on your soul? Hmmm….I don’t think we will. We will visit your sole though, so this should be fun. You are mine, Phoebe Wellington. Your days of being powerful are over. You are MY bitch now and will forever be. Now, let me get back to business. I suggest you get some air because I have a feeling what I do next, you will never forget for the rest of your pathetic life.” Sylvia threatened, then let go of the hair and saw the head immediately slumped down. She continued to hear the cries, and she smiled. She looked over at Ingrid and nodded her head. “I think it is time we visit…..her soles. Hehehe” she told her.
Ingrid grew really happy once Sylvia told her they were about to go to Phoebe’s feet. She absolutely loved tickling a woman’s feet and now with this woman completely destroyed at the moment, tickling the feet was going to be extra special. She saw Sylvia walking over to the right side of Phoebe’s body, so she headed towards the left. She made her way to the left foot resting on that crate, with the sole upturned. She felt giddy and looked forward to tickling that left foot. She saw the narrow sole, with the nice arch and the nice toes. The skin looked really soft and supple, and she got on her knees, so she could get a closer look. Her eyes saw the creamy skin and she saw the “print” lines on the skin. She saw the toes slightly wiggle and she felt so excited. She looked over at Sylvia and saw she was in position as well. “Her foot looks so good! In fact, they look…..delicious.” she told her.
“I bet they are. I do know this, she will lose her damn mind when we touch this foot. I got a feeling these pampered feet are going to be the end of her. I bet she will remember this, even with the potion attempting to make her brain forget. She is going to scream. She is going to beg. She is going to cry. But you know what? I don’t care. Let’s have some fun.” Sylvia told her companion and then looked at the helpless right foot. She saw the toes slightly moving and the foot looked so nice. It looked like it was going to be really ticklish, and she wanted to have her way with it. She looked over at Ingrid and was stunned. She saw the woman taking off her mask and now she could see her face. She wondered why she took it off because she had it the entire time. “Hey, you are taking off your mask?” she asked.
Ingrid got her mask off and set it to the side on the ground. She licked her lips because she wanted to devour this foot. She wanted to not only tickle it, but to taste it as well. She was sexually charged up herself and just wanted to indulge in feasting on the foot. Normally when she tickled victims, she couldn’t take off the mask, but now, since Phoebe could not see her because of the way she was tied, she could experiment and have some fun. She knew her other dancers loved to lick and worship the feet of those victims, and she wanted to do the same. She looked over at Sylvia and smiled. “Yeah, I wanted to lick her foot. Hehehe I bet it really does taste good.” she grinned.
“Ok then. Enjoy!” Sylvia said, then looked back at the right foot. She could still hear Phoebe sobbing away and felt her own nipples tingling. She knew that crying was about to stop, and that beautiful hysterical laughter was going to echo throughout this entire abandoned barn. She took the tip of her left index finger and placed it on the heel. She was already loving it because her finger sank into the tender flesh. She then quickly zipped her finger down the length of the sole, going from that tender heel to that very soft arch, and off the ball of the foot and the undersides of the toes. She saw the toes immediately crunch together and she smiled. “Hmmmm….ticklish?” she joked.
Phoebe felt that stroke on the bottom of her foot and she stopped crying as her brain registered what happened. She felt that finger quickly stroking her right foot, and those ticklish sensations immediately bubbled up. That put great fear in her because now she knew what they were going to tickle next. Her feet. Her precious feet were trapped and now they were going to torture her. Her feet were always highly ticklish, and with her feeling extremely responsive, she feared she might not survive this. “NOOOOOOOO!!!! NOT THERE!!!!! ANYTHING BUT THERE!!!! DO NOT TICKLE MY FEET!!!! PLEASE!!! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DO NOT TICKLE MY FEET!!!!” she screamed in sheer desperation.
“Sounds like, she IS ticklish! Perfect...” Ingrid smiled. She then started to lightly flutter her fingers down the length of the left sole and immediately felt that foot squirming and the hysterical screaming had already started. Her eyes went wide with excitement because the feet were definitely a very sensitive spot. She felt herself swooning because the fun of torturing Phoebe was about to hit another level. She continued to flutter her fingers up and down the sole and she did like how soft the skin was. The rich woman definitely pampered her feet, and it would be the end of her for sure.
Sylvia saw Ingrid lightly fluttering her fingers down the left sole, so she started to slowly stroke that index finger down the right foot. She loved how her finger easily pressed into the flesh and the reactions she was getting excited her. She noticed that when her finger went into the arch, the foot got really stiff, and the screaming got louder. She then stroked her finger in a circular motion on the ball of the foot, and she loved it. Ticklish feet were always fun. Every time she tickled some feet, there was such an erotic thrill for her. She moved her finger towards the instep area and heard another powerful ticklish squeal. She wanted to explore the foot, touching spots to determine which one would drive Phoebe the craziest. Her finger then went across the base of the toes and another horrific squeal came out. “Hmmmm….I can’t tell which spot is the worst on her foot. I guess I have to keep exploring.
UP NEXT: Phoebe is finished, Sylvia finds a new target and La Diabla learns the most painful news
Ok folks, how did you like this one? Phoebe went through a lot, and yet, it was so erotic. hahaha This next chapter will be where things really take off! I hope you are enjoying this journey so far. Your comments are most welcomed and appreciated.
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PART 3
Rosa Medoza walked through the streets of Ciudad Azteca, and she felt good. It was a very warm afternoon day, and she was amongst the people of the town. The fiesta was still raging on, and she loved the atmosphere. There were so many people on the streets having such a great time. She wished she was back at the mayor’s mansion, guarding Lorena Navarro, the wife of the mayor, but she was still being disciplined by her superiors for her failure to protect her. She was given a few days off by the mayor, but her commanding officer also suspended her for a few days. She hated her failure at protecting Lorena, but what really bothered her was her second defeat. She had managed to find the notorious outlaw, La Diabla, but she ended up losing that fight and was tied up. She was captured by La Diabla and her companion, a heavy-set woman named Gabby, and she ended up enduring the ultimate humiliation. Those outlaws had tortured her in a very humiliating way. They tickled her. They tickled her all over her body. They had even stripped her naked and literally tickled her all over, including her breasts and her very private place between her legs. They had truly tortured her, and they gave her the ultimate humiliation. They forced her to have an orgasm. Rosa couldn’t stop them from forcing that kind of sexual pleasure on her body and it really got to her. They had left her tied down and completely naked inside that abandoned building. She remembered how terrified she was that she would never be found, and worse yet, if she was found, someone would see her naked. She was also tied up so there would be no way to stop someone from taking advantage of her naked body. Fortunately for her, some ladies who lived on the streets had found her. They had broken into the building, probably looking for something to salvage to make money and found her. They had untied her, and she gave them money that was in the pocket of her uniform pants as a reward. After getting dressed, she went back to her room and cried. She could not believe she was dominated like that and especially from someone she truly loathed in La Diabla. It all happened yesterday and today, she just wanted to recover and relax her mind. Seeing all the happy citizens helped but she still felt some misery inside.
“Pardon me, can you tell me where I can find Javier’s cantina?” a voice asked.
Rosa snapped out of her trance and looked over at the man. He was young and had a smile on his face. She pointed in the direction of the cantina and saw him walk away. She started to walk again and the thoughts of what La Diabla did to her filled her mind. She had to fight the feeling of depression and started to question her role as part of the Rurales. She had been defeated twice, and she believed it was La Diabla and Gabby that were there torturing Lorena. She wondered if she ever would bring the outlaw to justice and finally avenge her vendetta she had for a few years. She still wore her uniform proudly and hoped she could still be a strong member of that fighting group. As she kept walking, she saw two older women approaching her. They did not have smiles but looks of panic on their faces. She wondered if something was wrong, and she paused once they approached her. “Hola Senoras! Is something wrong?” she asked them.
“Yes!! I hope you can help us! We are trying to find a friend of ours. She went for a walk earlier and she hasn’t returned yet! That is not like her at all.” Luisa asked. She was very worried that Isabel never returned from her walk and went looking for her.
“Your friend is missing? Do you know where she went for a walk?” Rosa asked. She could see the terror and sadness on their faces and her desire to help them grew.
“No! She just told us she was going for a walk. That was hours ago! She is not the type of person that just goes away without telling her friends. I am very worried about her. This is not like her. I-I think she might be hurt somewhere.” Julia said. She and Luisa were waiting in their hotel room and when the hours passed by and Isabel never returned, they both grew very worried. They wondered if Isabel might have fallen somewhere and got hurt. They had already visited the local doctor, and he told them that no older woman had come by the office as of yet.
“Oh dear. Hmmmm…..are you sure she is not at one of the bars or the other festivities? Maybe she got caught up in an activity and lost track of time.” Rosa suggested. She grew concerned that an older woman might have gotten lost in town and seeing her worried friends bothered her as well.
“No, I don’t think so. She would have come back for us. That was the plan anyway. She was going to go for a walk and then come back so we could all enjoy the fiesta. We traveled a long way to this town and now, our dear friend Isabel is missing! I hope she is not hurt somewhere!” Luisa said with emotion in her voice.
“Hmmmm…..let me look around town. What was she wearing? Can you describe her?” Rosa asked. She had a desire to help these women. Being a member of the Rurales was an honor to her, and she wanted to help find these women’s friend and relieve their worries.
“She was wearing a beautiful black dress, that had a red sash around her waist like a belt. She also wore these beautiful reddish colored boots. She is about 5’5” tall or so. Not too tall or too short. She has long black hair with some grays in it. Very beautiful face. You would never guess she is 51 years old. Please, you have to find her!” Julia described. She started to have some hope because this woman soldier appeared to want to help find Isabel.
“Thank you. Her name is Isabel, correct?” Rosa asked, trying to take in as much information as possible. The description provided was going to help a lot and she wanted to go look around the town to find her. “What hotel are you staying at? That way if I find her, I can bring her back to your room.” she asked.
“Yes, her name is Isabel. Isabel Veracruz. Gracias, senorita. We are staying at the Hotel de Flamenco. Please, please find her. We are so very worried about her.” Luisa added.
“I know you two are very worried. I am sure she will be fine. Probably got caught up in the festivities. I will keep an eye out for her and if I find her, I will surely tell her she has two great friends that are very worried about her.” Rosa told them with a smile. She really hoped she could find Isabel and make these two women thrilled to see their friend. It would also help her not think about her own humiliation the previous day from the notorious outlaw, La Diabla. She saw the two ladies walking away and she started to think to herself. “Ok, let’s hope we can find this Isabel Veracruz. Poor lady. I hope she is ok.” she thought to herself.
Phoebe was sitting in a carriage and headed to a ceremony of one of the local businesses. She was invited because a successful banker had provided a large grant to build some more hotels in a local town. His generosity was met with such praise and as a leader in the local businesses, she was invited to attend. Today was a busy day for her. She was still very upset that she lost the land bid to Agatha and now she was determined to make sure her own company was still running strong. Agatha having that land, would eventually get her back into a strong position and she had to prepare for a business war with her. She also wanted to go visit some empty plots of land close to one of her cattle ranches. There was this barn that was not part of her property but was very close to it. She thought she might be able to purchase it and use it to help her business grow. The owner of the barn was not selling it, but she wanted to talk to him and give him an offer in hopes he would sell the barn to her. She wore her tan riding skirt, with long black leather boots. She also wore a blue riding top, and her hair was up in a bun. She wanted to go ride horses after the ceremony and after her meeting with the barn owner to help calm her. Riding was always a way for her to relax and she was still very upset over Agatha’s victory. Inside the carriage with her was Bessie. Her business manager was also invited to the ceremony, and she was happy she could come along. Phoebe looked over at her friend and saw how beautiful she looked. She was wearing black trousers with a green blouse and long black leather boots. She had a good conversation with her the previous night and tonight, she wanted to see if she could seduce her and finally have that long awaited sexual moment with her. She was also happy that her maid Kylie was with them. Kylie was driving the carriage, and she continued to try and use Kylie for other tasks besides cleaning the house. That young lady had really grown as a worker, and she knew she could use her skills for other tasks. She then saw Bessie staring at her and she smiled. “Um, is something on my face or something?” she asked with a smile.
“Hehehe no! I am just looking at your face. You need to cheer up, Phoebe. This ceremony is important, and it should be a good time. Stop thinking about Agatha.” Bessie told her. She loved her friend and knew she was still very upset over losing that bid a few days ago. She had a long conversation with Phoebe the previous night and tried to calm her down. She knew the rivalry with Agatha was growing a lot and she had to keep her focused. She would remember when Gloria Wellington would get frustrated over Agatha, and now seeing her daughter do the same was surreal. She even thought about tickling her to get her to have some fun, but knew if she started that, she would be a victim really fast herself.
“I know, I know. I will be fine. Ugh! That woman! I have no idea how she even has money! I can’t let her win, Bessie. I can’t!” Phoebe responded with great agitation. She thought back to those words spoken between her and Agatha and the Ball. It appeared everything was getting personal, and she wanted to crush that woman once and for all.
“Hehehe you know you sound like your mother? Your mother HATED Agatha. Hehehe she would often talk about how ancient she looks and hopes she dies soon. You are not at that level yet, but you want to focus on making your company better and it will work out in the end.” Bessie told her, hoping to calm her down.
“You’re right. I should just try and relax. She may have won the battle, but that bitch will lose this war! Hehehehe Do I really sound like my mother?” Phoebe asked with a sheepish grin. She started to think about Gloria more and more and in her heart, she started to miss her. What her mother did in Santa Selena was horrific, but she still had love for her. She even thought about visiting her in prison again. It was hard trying to get over the fact her mother abandoned her in her time of need, but she still had a soft spot for her, especially after dealing with Agatha.
“Yes, you do. Hehehe Your mother REALLY hated Agatha too. I would overhear her talking to Paul and she used all kinds of adjectives. Hehehe” Bessie giggled.
“Yeah, that is my mother. Hehehehe very strong.” Phoebe smiled. She started to calm down as they approached the location the ceremony was at. There were some nearby horse stables as well, and she figured she might even go for a ride after the ceremony. Perhaps even check out that barn she was interested in. The carriage came to a stop, and she exited the cabin. She looked around and saw a lot of people from high society there and she started to greet them. It was time for her to play nice and be a gracious owner of a company. This event was to honor someone, not necessarily engage in hostilities. She had a feeling Agatha might show up and she had to prepare for any potential confrontation.
Sylvia approached the ceremony event and smiled. She knew that Phoebe Wellington would be in attendance, and she wanted to use this event as an opportunity to capture her and teach her a lesson. She managed to find some uniforms of the servants that were catering for the event, so she and Ingrid could be undercover. She did find it amusing that the famous Tickling Thief was now with her, and they were partnering with each other. Ingrid had great skills in breaking into places, so she figured she could use her skills to help kidnap Phoebe. She looked at her new partner and smiled. “Ok, we are here. Remember, there are a lot of people here, so we need to be careful. We need to find Phoebe Wellington and isolate her. Then we can capture her and have our way with her. Did you bring that potion Marge talked about?” she asked.
Ingrid felt excited that she had the opportunity to go after another woman and torture her. It was still strange that she was partnering with the same woman who exposed her and completely dominated her. She had some respect for her because she was very skilled at tickling a victim and now, she was going to help her. She managed to find a uniform that fitted her, even though it was very loose because of her height and her very slim build. She heard Sylvia talking to her and she nodded her head. She had some of that potion with her and the plan was to drug Phoebe so her body would be very sensitive, and she would have brain fog afterwards. “Yes, I have it with me. So, when will we have fun with her? I can’t wait!” she said with a grin.
“Soon enough. Ok, let’s serve these drinks and find her. Once she is found, we will give her the drink with the potion and then somehow isolate her. This should be a very fun time.” Sylvia responded then headed into the crowd of people. She poured some of the potion into one glass on the serving tray and Ingrid did the same with her tray. She had to remember not to serve the drink to anyone else.
Phoebe continued to mill around and finally she saw some people that she knew. She approached them and then started the pleasantries. She was with Bessie, and they engaged with a few people. Kylie was nearby with other drivers of the carriages and hoped she was doing ok. The conversations continued and then she saw Bessie walk off with another business manager. She felt so proud of Bessie. She had come a long way in learning business and was such a valuable person to the Wellington Cattle Company. It amazed her how Bessie was a maid at her mansion and now she was handling complicated business matters. She continued to chat with a few people and was happy she did not run into Agatha. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone approaching. It was a serving girl, and she noticed that this one in particular was very pretty. She paused her conversation for a moment as the woman approached her and her group.
“Care for any drinks?” Sylvia asked as she finally spotted Phoebe. She recognized her from a photo in the local newspaper that Agatha gave her and when she crossed paths with her at the recent Ball. She got excited because her target was in sight and now it was time to start executing the plan. She also planned to ditch this tray of drinks because once Phoebe had the potion, she didn’t need to be a servant anymore.
“Yes! Thank you.” Phoebe said. She then reached for a drink on the tray and before she grabbed it, the tray rotated slightly, and another glass was now in her reach. She didn’t think much of it and took the glass. She saw her friends take glasses and they all toasted one another. She then took a sip of the drink, and it tasted fabulous. “Mmm…this is good. Thank you.” she told the servant.
“Please enjoy…..” Sylvia said with a huge grin. She luckily rotated the tray just in time for Phoebe to take the spiked drink. She watched her drink from it and now the first phase of her plan was in motion. She then walked away, so she could find Ingrid. Now that the potion was in Phoebe’s body, she was going to be really sensitive and also very horny. She saw Ingrid serving drinks and then she approached her. “Hey, the package was delivered. Go by here later and give her yours. I will now get out of this crappy uniform and spy on her. The opportunity to isolate her will come.” she whispered to her.
“Ok. I will give her another drink after she finishes that one. I know where to find you.” Ingrid whispered back. She then saw Sylvia walk off and she got excited. The plan to capture Phoebe was underway and to torture her would be a lot of fun. She also figured that Phoebe would be wearing jewelry and she could steal it.
Phoebe continued to take sips of her drink and felt very happy. The alcohol was settling in, and she felt a tingle in her body. She licked her lips and hoped she could take another drink. She then finished her conversation and then headed off to speak with others. The ceremony was going to start soon, and she wanted to go find Bessie. After the ceremony, there would be lunch served, and she looked forward to that as well. As she continued to walk through the crowd, she saw another servant girl coming and she looked out of place. The uniform she wore looked really loose and a little baggy. She could see how short she was, and she found it amusing. She did like her because that little lady was doing her best to work and make money. The servant approached her with a big smile, and she returned it. “Hello there.” she told her.
“Hi!! Would you like another drink, Madam? I can see your glass is getting empty.” Ingrid offered. She looked at Phoebe and her heart started to flutter. She found her very beautiful and got excited knowing that she was going to be touching her body a little later.
“hehehe I probably shouldn’t. I haven’t even eaten yet. Hehe” Phoebe giggled. She saw the servant take a glass off the tray and move it towards her.
“I will just give you this drink. To refill your glass. You should enjoy yourself and let loose. Hehe” Ingrid giggled, then poured the liquid of the spiked drink into Phoebe’s glass. Now that it was in there, the next part of the plan could start.
“hehehe ok, since you are so persuasive.” Phoebe giggled. She felt that tingling sensation flowing through her body even more and she felt happy. Whatever was in this drink was amazing and she took another sip. She saw the little lady staring at her and she figured she could talk to her for a little bit. “So, is it a lot of work serving drinks at an event like this?” she asked.
Ingrid was stunned that Phoebe was initiating conversation with her. She liked her personality, and she also loved how she kept taking sips of her drink. “Yes. It is a lot of work. But we like seeing the guests so happy and you have such a beautiful smile. Even your laughter is cute. You should laugh a lot more.” she said with a wink.
“Hehehehee yes, laughter is good for the soul. You are such a nice woman. Thank you for your compliments. I hope your day goes really smooth. I appreciate you being here.” Phoebe giggled as she continued to chat with the servant. She could see that she was a little shy but also had this look of determination in her eyes. It was a little odd and she started to imagine if this woman was checking her out in a sexual way. She giggled over that thought and realized she really needed to have sex soon before she went crazy.
“Thank you! You are very nice, and it is a great pleasure to meet you. What will you do after these kinds of ceremonies?” Ingrid asked, trying to solicit any information that she could use to isolate Phoebe and then they could make their move.
“Well, I don’t know about everyone else, but I will probably go horse riding. I might even head off to a place I am interested in. Some barn and then head on back” Phoebe responded. She continued to feel very giddy, yet she did not feel drunk. She also started to feel her nipples swelling and she realized she had better get away for a moment to compose herself. “I am sorry, I have to go see my business manager for a moment. I apologize for cutting you off.” She told her.
“It’s no problem. Thank you for speaking with me and enjoy the ceremony!” Ingrid replied with a smile. Phoebe gave her great information about her whereabouts. If she went horse riding alone, then that would be the perfect time to capture her. She then placed the tray down on the ground and walked away. She was happy she could finally get out of this ill-fitting uniform and get back to what she does best. Spying on targets and making her move.
Phoebe found Bessie and she smiled. She started to feel incredibly horny, and she had no idea where it came from. She was also worried if she appeared to be in sexual heat. “Hey Bessie, there you are!” she said with a smile.
“Oh, Hi Phoebe! I was just talking to John here. He is in the bank business as well.” Bessie said, then introduced the banker to Phoebe. She looked at Phoebe’s face and could tell something was different. She seemed very giddy and also recognized the look. She knew that look better than anyone. It seemed as though Phoebe was aroused and that shocked her. Her friend was always very good at composing herself in public and she hoped that no one else noticed.
Phoebe shook John’s hand, and she felt lust skyrocketing in her body. She quickly let go of his hand and knew she better go somewhere to calm herself down. It was such an odd feeling to be this aroused at the moment. She started to wonder if it was because of the alcohol. “Nice to meet you, John. Hey Bessie, can you come with me for a moment?” she asked.
Bessie smiled at John, then walked away with Phoebe. She could tell Phoebe was hot under the collar and wanted to know what happened to her. Once they were alone, she looked at Phoebe and saw that look on her face. “What is wrong with you? You look….horny! hehehe” she whispered.
“I don’t know. I must have drunk too much because I am feeling really horny right now. I hope this ceremony ends soon. I am very hot right now. Hey, you want to go over to the room over there and—” Phoebe started to say.
“Phoebe!!! No!!! Not here!!! Hahahaa you are so funny right now.” Bessie said in a strong hushed tone. She looked around to see if anyone might have heard and thankfully no one was within earshot. Then she felt some relief when she heard a man announcing the ceremony was about to begin. “Ok, time for the ceremony. Just think of anything else to get your mind off of sex right now. Think of Paul naked.” she joked.
“Ewww!!! Ok, that will work. Hahaha” Phoebe laughed when she pictured the former butler not wearing any clothes. She then headed off with Bessie to where the ceremony was and hoped that she could calm her lust down.
Sylvia was in a secluded area, and she watched the people at the ceremony listening and applauding some man getting an award. She did not care about any of this; she just kept her eyes trained on her target. Ingrid was right next to her, and they both watched Phoebe carefully. She was thrilled when Ingrid told her that there was an opportunity to get Phoebe when she was alone. She had to play it right, and then they would have their way with her. She heard a major applause sound, and it appeared the ceremony was over. She watched as some people dispersed, but most of them were headed inside a building. She remembered lunch was going to be served. She looked over at Ingrid and smiled. “Looks like our chance is coming up soon. You said she wants to go for a horse ride and head towards a barn? That is perfect. We need to follow her but not be seen.” she told her.
“You’re exactly right. We can’t be seen when we follow her. I have to admit, she is rather pretty. I think we could have a really good time with her.” Ingrid replied, then started to rub her hands.
Sylvia smiled when she saw Ingrid rubbing her hands. It was going to be an interesting time when they finally kidnapped Phoebe. The last time she saw a gang tickling was when she saw Marge Broussard and the other dancers tickling some random woman. She also thought about when her bounty hunter friends, Thalia, Helga and Svetlana gang tickled some barmaid in Europe and taught her this technique. She devised a new plan where she would follow Phoebe but have Ingrid ride ahead and to a barn that was near here according to a map. The thrill of the hunt started to build within her and she could not wait.
SIXTY MINUTES LATER
Phoebe finished eating her meal and felt some satisfaction. She still felt incredibly horny, and she also started to have her mind fog up. She hoped she wasn’t getting sick because she still had so much to do. She ate her food quickly and decided she should go for a horse ride so she could get some air and hopefully clear her mind. She told Bessie she was about to go riding and to wait for her until she came back. She told her that she would ride to a nearby barn and then come back. She wanted to check out the barn to see if it was something she could use for her cattle business. She got up from the table and after mingling with a few others, she made it to the horse stables. She smiled at the attendant and pointed out a horse she would love to ride. It was a white stallion, and she loved it. Phoebe went to the horse and petted its side. Then she mounted it and then took off. She could feel the warm breeze on her face and started to feel good. She was still incredibly horny, but at least she could focus on clearing her head.
Sylvia watched Phoebe head to the stables and saw her pick a horse. She looked through her binoculars and when she saw Phoebe taking off, she put the binoculars down and got her horse to start moving. She managed to get a horse from Marge. Marge had a business, so it was easier for her to rent a horse. She started to ride after Phoebe took off and she felt excited. It was now time to go after her target and make this an afternoon she would never forget. Ingrid had already taken off to the barn. She hoped Phoebe was still going to that place. If not, then they would have to change their plans. No matter what, they were going to trap the woman and torture her. She stayed behind far enough for Phoebe not to notice her and to her delight, she was headed towards that barn. “You are all mine…..” she told herself.
Phoebe felt a little better when she got close to the barn. She felt tingling all through her body and she hoped her lust could go away. She finally made it to the barn and looked around. No one was around and she shrugged. She saw the farmhouse ahead and knew she should at least announce her arrival and perhaps state why she was visiting. She really wanted to beat Agatha, so she needed to keep building her own infrastructure to out produce that twisted woman. She then figured she could look at the barn first, then go to the house. She dismounted her horse and made it to the large barn door. She looked around and saw no one around. She then entered inside and looked around. She was in awe of the place. She giggled to herself because her nipples were still tingling. She started to think that perhaps one day, she and Bessie could make love in this barn. “I really need to get my mind right. Hehehe Why am I so damn horny?” she asked herself.
Ingrid sat in the hayloft and heard someone entering. She hoped it was Phoebe. It was sheer luck that the rich woman told her where she was headed. She then looked down below from the loft and saw her target! It was in fact Phoebe and now she got excited. She saw her walking around and started to get herself in position. It was now time to do what she did best and sneak up on a victim. She saw Phoebe headed to a part of the barn where there was still hay and had to take advantage. She quickly came down the ladder and made sure she was very silent. Her feet touched the ground and now it was time to attack! She put on her mask as it was time to get into her thief mode. “Hehehe you are all mine….” she thought to herself.
Phoebe looked at the hay stall and nodded her head. It looked really nice, and she continued to like this particular barn. She imagined storing goods here and it would help out her business. She could make this barn into a distribution center. She then heard something behind her, and she turned around. She then jumped in place as she saw someone standing there. The small person was wearing black clothing. What stunned her was that hooded mask and she had no idea what was going on. “You scared me!! W-Who are you?” she asked.
“Hehehe Your worst nightmare! Do as I say, and you won’t get hurt!” Ingrid said as she walked closer to Phoebe. She hoped Sylvia was nearby because she didn’t have any weapons on her. She could only assume Phoebe did not know how to fight. If she did, then her entire plan might blow up.
Phoebe was stunned to hear that and had a bad feeling this person was about to attack her. She didn’t know if this was a small man or a woman. She slowly put her hands in the air and saw the small person approach. She noticed that the person was not holding a weapon and wondered if she should just lash out. She was not a fighter by any means, but since this person was much shorter, she could potentially fight them off. “Look, do not hurt me! What do you want from me? I was just looking inside this barn. Do you own it?” she asked.
Ingrid listened to Phoebe’s words, and she felt nervous. She knew she had to subdue Phoebe quickly and get her tied up. She wished Phoebe did not turn around when she approached. But then her eyes went wide with excitement. She could see beyond Phoebe and knew everything was going to be ok. “Nighty night…” she said simply.
Phoebe was confused when she heard that response. She had no idea what the person was talking about when suddenly she felt something pinching her neck area and she got woozy. She saw blackness and then fell in a heap onto the floor completely knocked out.
Sylvia looked down on the floor and saw Phoebe now laid out. She had snuck up behind her and pinched a pressure point in the neck area. She was thrilled that Phoebe never saw it coming. Now that she was out, they could prepare her for their own entertainment. “hehehe and just like that, she is out! Ok, let’s get her ready. Oh, did you really have to wear your mask?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes. Just in case she recognized me from the party. Sorry, I always wear it when I do this.” Ingrid replied. She then took out some ropes from her pouch and knew it was time to play with Phoebe. First, they had to get her ready. She looked around the barn, then back to Sylvia. “What are we going to do with her?” she asked.
“Well, we can use that sawhorse over there to put her on. We can expose all her delicate parts doing that. Before we do that, how about we strip her naked right now. That way she would already feel panicked and humiliated.” Sylvia offered. She didn’t want to have to tie Phoebe down and strip her. They may have been isolated, but she knew time was of the essence. Because it was the owner of a very large cattle company, surely someone would go looking for her if she was missing too long. Having her dressed would delay them from fully doing what they wanted.
Ingrid smiled behind her mask and was already excited. Seeing a naked Phoebe would be fun and she went over to the booted feet. She lifted the foot up in the air and started to tug on the long leather boot. She felt it sliding off the leg and soon, she was going to see the naked feet. She looked over at Sylvia and smiled. “I bet she looks sexy naked. Hehehe” she giggled.
“I bet she does. Let’s get her ready.” Sylvia grinned. She watched as Ingrid was going to remove the boots. She went towards the chest area and wanted to remove the blouse. Once she saw the right boot come off of Phoebe’s foot, the leg was lowered back to the floor, and she could see the brown sock. She then lifted Phoebe’s upper body up and into a sitting position on the ground. She wiped away some of the barn floor dirt off the garment, then reached down and grabbed the hem of the blouse. She started to lift it up off the body and soon, the bra was exposed. She felt excited because this was her target and what made it even better was the fact that Phoebe was rich. This would be a lot of fun to humiliate a rich woman. “She has nice skin. I got a feeling; she will look amazing naked.” she said to Ingrid.
Ingrid got excited as she saw that blouse coming off of Pheobe’s upper body. She could see the bra and was impressed with the breasts hiding behind it. She then looked down at Phoebe’s left foot and then started to tug on that boot. The boot slid off easily, and now she had the other brown socked feet exposed. There was something exciting about stripping this woman. She heard of Pheobe Wellington and the Wellington Cattle Company. She knew just how large of a company it was and to have the owner of that company knocked out, and getting stripped naked was going to be a memory that would last a lifetime. She even thought that it was her, not Marge or Rita or any of the others who were going to play with Phoebe. It was her. She started to swell with pride, then reached under the pants leg and found the top of the sock. It was time to see the naked feet, and she was excited. “I hope she has pretty feet. Hehehe” she giggled.
Sylvia chuckled to herself when she heard that giggle coming from Ingrid. She finished taking off the blouse and now Phoebe was in her bra. She found the clasp of the bra and easily got it undone. The garment became really loose and now she took the straps off the shoulders. Now, she was in position to expose the chest, and she felt a little excited. “Here we go! Time for us to get a look at her tits!” she said with excitement.
Ingrid stopped tugging the left sock and looked at Phoebe’s chest. She could see that the cups were still on the breasts but were about to come off at any moment. She could see Phoebe’s face and she was sleeping peacefully. What she also loved was the fact that once they started playing with her, she was going to truly suffer because she was going to be extremely horny. She knew Sylvia wanted that potion for a reason and it appeared that the goal was to sexually humiliate the owner of the largest cattle company in the state. Then her eyes got big when she saw the cups coming off the chest and now, Phoebe’s breasts were exposed! She got really excited as she stared at that naked chest. The breasts were a good size, size B, and she loved the sight of those small, light brown nipples. They had a nice, rounded shape and she couldn’t wait to play with them. “Her breasts look really nice….” she murmured.
Sylvia looked over Phoebe’s shoulder and looked down at the breasts. She could see those light brown nipples, and she was impressed. She did find Phoebe very attractive and now she had a chance to play with her. She tossed the bra over her shoulder, and it landed near the blouse she took off. She then gently laid Phoebe back down on her back on the ground and looked at Ingrid. “Hey, take off her socks so we can then get these pants and her underwear off. I am really looking forward to playing with her.” she told her.
Ingrid snapped out of her lustful gaze and went back to peeling the sock off. She managed to slide it down the leg and it came off the ankle. She then peeled it off the heel and now she was going to see this woman’s foot. The sock continued to slide off the foot, exposing the arch and then the ball of the foot. She quickly whisked the sock off the toes and now the left foot was exposed. She gasped as she saw the beauty of the foot. The foot was slender, and the skin was very pale on top. The toes were longer with the big toe being prominent and the other toes were thinner. The index toe was a little longer than the big toe and the remaining toes descended in length. The nails were perfectly trimmed and natural. She lifted the foot in the air so she could see the sole and was very impressed. The skin was very pale, and the arch was well defined. It wasn’t too high or too low. Even the heel looked really tender. The foot was bigger, perhaps a size 9. She really liked this foot and then gently placed it back down on the ground and started to peel off the right sock. “She has pretty feet! Hehehehe I bet they will be really ticklish, especially after she drank that potion.” she said with glee.
“Yes, this is going to be a lot of fun. I will get to see what this potion does for the first time. It is great that you and others use it. I wish I had some when I was in Europe.” Sylvia replied. She loved the sight of Phoebe’s naked left foot and now she saw the right sock getting peeled off. She could see the pale skin on the top of the foot, then saw it come off the toes. She saw those long toes and really felt excitement building in her body. She really looked forward to torturing this woman. As Ingrid finished pulling off the right sock, she moved her body towards the waist area and started to unbuckle the belt. It was time to take off the final pieces of clothing off of Phoebe, so they could tie her up completely naked.
Ingrid’s eyes widened with excitement as she saw the belt coming loose and then removed from the riding pants. She held her breath in anticipation when she saw Sylvia unbuttoning the pants and then opening the flaps, exposing the white underwear below. This was an exciting moment. They were moments away from stripping Phoebe naked and then it would be playtime. She wondered if she would be able to play with the private areas. She wanted to get better at tickling those areas. Tickling Becky’s was a lot of fun, and when she tickled Millie’s areas, she was hooked. She then felt her heart beating faster as she watched Sylvia pulling down both the pants and underwear at the same time. “Hehehehe this is going to be great!” she said, then clapped her hands.
Sylvia chuckled at Ingrid’s reaction. She could tell the woman was very thrilled and being honest with herself, she was also very thrilled. The pants and the underwear came off the hips and she was impressed by the shape of the hips. The items started to slide down and she started to see those brown pubic hairs appearing. There weren’t many and that delighted her. She remembered the story from Helga that they would shave their victims to ultimately humiliate them. She figured she would do the same to Phoebe and brought the necessary tools to do it. She then managed to get the pants off the entire groin and the pussy was finally exposed. “There we go! How pretty. Hehehe Pull her pants off and we can get her ready.” she instructed.
Ingrid did not waste any time and grabbed the hem of the pants near the ankles. She started to pull away and felt the pants sliding down the legs. She could see the naked pussy and got really excited. It truly was unbelievable that this was happening. The pants came off the ankles, and then she reached up and grabbed the underwear and slid them down the legs and finally off the feet. She took a moment to observe what was in front of her. On the ground in this desolate barn was Phoebe Wellington. The owner of the largest cattle company in Texas was knocked out and now as naked as the day she was born. Ingrid felt her nipples throbbing because the young woman was absolutely beautiful and couldn’t wait to play with her. “She….she is so beautiful. Wow.” she said in shock.
“Yes, she is quite beautiful. Look at her. Sleeping peacefully, not knowing what is about to happen to her body. This is a great moment, Ingrid. It is a moment to savor. The best part is, we are just getting started. Come on, let’s get her in position. Then we will wake her up and then have our way with her. I can’t wait to make her cum. Hehehe” Sylvia said with delight in her voice. She loved how pretty Phoebe looked naked. This was definitely a prize worth remembering. Her ultimate goal was to do this to Darby, but Phoebe wellington was definitely a prize to remember. She then grabbed Phoebe’s arms and her upper body and lifted her up off the ground. She saw Ingrid grabbing the ankles and then they carried Phoebe over towards a sawhorse. The goal was to expose as much of Phoebe’s body as possible to humiliate her. She decided to tie her down perpendicular to the beam of the sawhorse with her belly placed on the beam. She then grabbed some rope and tied a strand to each wrist. She then tied the other ends to the legs of the sawhorse and the arms were spread wide. She then watched as Ingrid started to wrap rope around the naked ankles and smiled. She then looked around and found two small crates. She wanted to use those so that Phoebe’s feet could rest on them, and they could have easy access to her soles. “That’s right, tie her ankles to those crates.” she instructed.
Ingrid felt her hands shaking as she tied the ropes around the ankles. She then saw the crates that Sylvia brought over, and she placed the knees and ankles on the crates, then tied the ropes to the wooden slats of the crate. She finished tying both ankles and then looked at Phoebe. She gazed at the naked body and felt excited. She could see that naked back, and that naked ass. She saw the soles of the feet and they looked very soft and inviting. She then made her way to the front and saw Phoebe’s head drooping down, and her arms were spread wide. She giggled when she saw the hanging tits and knew they were going to tickle destroy this woman at any moment. She looked at Sylvia and could tell she was happy but somehow had a cool demeanor. She wanted to jump for joy, but her partner was calm and collected. “Aren’t you excited? Look at her! She is very exposed and so many places we can play with. We won’t be able to get all of her ribs and tummy, but wow, so many good spots to play with. I can even see her pussy!” she said.
“Hahahah yes, I am excited. We have a toy to play with. Our goal is to embarrass her and teach her a lesson. You see, this woman made a friend of mine very upset and they have one hell of a rivalry. I wish we could take her as a sex slave because with the amount of money we could make off of her, we would be able to forever retire and even live better than Rockefeller or Carnegie. Hehehe” Sylvia joked. She looked over the helpless form and she did feel really excited about what they were about to do to her. There were so many places and crevices to tease. Now, it was time to get all of their tools to torment Phoebe with. She pulled out some feathers, and a shaving brush that she wanted to use when it came time to shave Phoebe. She wanted to mainly use her fingers on that skin to give it a more intimate touch. If that potion was as powerful as Marge told her, then Phoebe was going to lose her mind. She saw Ingrid pull out a gag of sorts, it was a bandanna, and she understood why. If Phoebe was going to be extra sensitive, she would probably scream her lungs out. This barn was remote, but she still figured screams could be heard. She then looked at Ingrid and smiled. “You ready?” she asked.
Ingrid felt her adrenaline flowing like a raging river as the moment had finally arrived. They were going to wake up Phoebe and then torture her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other in anticipation of their fun. She looked at Sylvia and then clapped her hands. “Yes!! I am ready!!! Let’s have some fun!” she shouted.
“Hehehe yes, let’s have some fun. Now remember, we won’t have too much time. I am sure people will come looking for her eventually, so we have to make the most of this opportunity. We will crush her spirit and let’s make sure she is never the same again. It could mean the end of her cattle company, but that is her problem. Hahaha” Sylvia instructed. She wished she could kidnap Phoebe and torture her the rest of the day and then overnight, but Phoebe was a very important person and once people noticed she was truly missing, they would definitely try to find her. She looked at the knocked-out form again, especially that naked ass. She wanted to have her way with everything on Phoebe and now was the moment to begin. “Ok, here we go. Time to wake her up….” she said.
Phoebe started to wake up after a deep sleep. She felt something striking her right cheek and that caused her to stir. Her eyes slowly opened, and she was in a haze. Once her eyes started to clear, she saw what appeared to be dirt with some straws of hay. She felt her body tingling and now she was becoming more conscious. She then tried to wipe her face with her hands but couldn’t. She could not move her hands at all and now her mind started to really spin. She stared at the ground again and wanted to know why she saw the floor. She tried to move her legs and realized that they too did not follow her mental commands and now she started to panic. “What? What is happening to me?” she called out.
“Nice to see you waking up. Hehehe” a voice called out.
Phoebe was startled when she heard that voice and suddenly, she saw a pair of boots appear in her vision. She lifted her head and saw some black pants above the boots and now she saw a waist. She then felt something running through her hair and the bun she had had was undone, and her hair was loose. She was in a state of confusion and wanted to know what was happening. She also felt her body tingling and felt sensitive to any touch. She also noticed she was still very aroused and had no idea why. Her eyes then looked down and she realized something. She saw her breasts dangling and now she panicked. “WHAT THE HELL?? WHAT IS GOING ON?” she cried out.
“I guess you see your tits. Hehehe Hello, Phoebe Wellington. Nice to see you again.” Sylvia called out. She grabbed the top of Phoebe’s head and grabbed her hair. She then forced her head up and made eye contact with her. She could see the glassy eyes and the tired look. This was going to be a really sweet moment. She remembered when she first saw Phoebe at the Ball. Then she met her at the ceremony and now it was time to have some fun.
Phoebe gave a small yelp when she felt her hair being grabbed and her head was yanked upwards. She made eye contact with the woman grabbing her hair and saw that smile on it. She started to have her eyes clear, and she could see the face. It was a very pretty face, and she knew she had seen it before. “W-Who are you? Let me OW go!!” she yelled as her hair was pulled harder.
“Not yet. You are mine now.” Sylvia mused, then released the hair. She saw the head fall back down and it was time to set the tone of this moment. She nodded at Ingrid who was behind Phoebe. “Go ahead….” she told her.
Ingrid was behind Phoebe and saw her naked ass. She then smacked the right butt cheek as hard as she could and giggled. She loved the feeling of that ass. The skin felt very soft and smooth, and she got in a good smack. “Hehehehe bad Phoebe!” she joked.
“OW!!!! Who hit me?” Phoebe cried out after feeling that smack on her rear end. She tried to turn her head but the way she was positioned, she could not see behind her. She saw another pair of shoes now appearing in front of her eyes and she looked up. She then gasped when she saw another person standing there and this one had a mask on. She was now terrified because she had no idea who these women were and why she was in this position. “Who the hell are you two?” she asked.
“Hehehe your worst nightmare, rich bitch. I think today you are going to learn a valuable lesson. You really angered some people and now you will be taught some manners. You earned this moment. You DESERVE this moment. We are going to put you in your place and there is not a damn thing you can do about it.” Sylvia told her and then grinned. She could feel that surge of adrenaline in her body and she really wanted to have her way with Phoebe. It was also time she played with her mind. “Oh, I do have to admit. You look great naked.” she teased.
Phoebe’s jaw dropped when she heard those words. She remembered her breasts were exposed and after being told she was naked; she realized that in fact she was naked. Her toes felt free and worse yet, she could tell she was not wearing anything on her legs and hips. She noticed that her legs were spread wide and her knees and tops of her feet rested on something. With her legs being spread like that, she knew her most personal spot was exposed for anyone to see. “WHY AM I NAKED??? WHO ARE YOU???” she yelled out.
“You are naked because we want you to be naked. You are going to be humbled. You have a very big ego, and it is time we break you. Don’t you worry your pretty little head off. We are not going to kill you. Just break you and make you, our servant. Hehehe” Sylvia teased. She knew Phoebe was in shock and had to keep playing with her mind. She wondered how she would finish Phoebe off, but when she did, it was sure to be epic. “Now, let me introduce you to my assistant! She is a little shy right now, so you won’t see her face. But believe me, when we are done with you, you are going to remember us for the rest of your life.” she threatened.
Phoebe started to get emotional hearing those ominous words from that pretty woman. She wondered how they were going to break her and better yet, who sent these women. She felt great fear and decided to scream for help. “HELP ME!!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!” she yelled.
“Help me!! Help me!!! YOU’RE PATHETIC!!! No one is coming to help you, Phoebe. You are all ours to play with. Now, shall we get started with your torture?” Sylvia teased. She knelt down a bit so she could be eye level with Phoebe. She wanted to put fear into her mind and her heart before she began.
Phoebe felt her heart beating out of her chest hearing those threatening words. These women wanted to torture her. She was so confused as to why this was even happening. She started to get emotional, and the fear paralyzed her. “Please….don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I am sorry for anything I have done to get me here. Please don’t hurt me.” she begged in a sad voice.
“Awww….you hear that? Phoebe is sorry for what she did. Well, you WILL be sorry. You know, I think I will show you some mercy after all. You are pleading with us not to hurt you. I think I have something in mind that is even better! Now remember, you told us not to hurt you. But we are still going to touch you….” Sylvia taunted. She then nodded her head to Ingrid so she could begin the torture.
Ingrid walked away from the front of Phoebe and went to the left side of the victim. She looked at that very vulnerable left side and wondered where she was going to touch first. She knew that potion was ingested so Phoebe was going to be really ticklish. Even if she wasn’t very ticklish, that potion would make her even more so. She looked down from the left shoulder area and saw that left arm. She knew the armpit was vulnerable and decided she was going to touch her there first. She knelt down and moved her hand closer to that armpit. Once she reached it, she stroked the tips of her fingers across the armpit and loved how quickly Phoebe reacted to her touch.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL?” Phoebe screamed when she felt something touching her armpit. It surprised her a lot because she wasn’t expecting it, but what was worse was how much it tickled. She could feel every nerve in her body tingling, and she had no idea why her body was reacting like that. She felt another stroke in her armpit, and she screamed in laughter again. She was always highly ticklish, but for some reason, she seemed extra sensitive. She wondered if they were trying to tickle her on purpose. That thought made her panic because she did not want to be tickle tortured. “WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING ME?” she called out.
“Because we want to. It sounds like you might be a bit…..ticklish. hehehe Is that the case? Is Phoebe Wellington, the owner of Wellington Cattle Company and beautiful rich socialite, a ticklish little girl? How cute!” Sylvia taunted. She wanted to play with Phoebe’s ego and really break her down. She saw Ingrid’s fingers wiggling inside the armpit and that greatly amused her. Now she would be able to watch Ingrid in action. She was a very successful thief that tickled her victims into submission and gave up their valuables. She wanted to see if this masked woman was as talented as she was.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADON’T TICKLE ME!!!!!” Phoebe screamed as she felt the fingers dancing in her armpit. The sensation was very intense, and she still could not believe her body was reacting this way. The last time she was tickled, it would have led to a sexual encounter with the beautiful Bella Toscano. That was a very fun time and even with Bella tickling her, she never felt this responsive before. She also noticed her arousal continued to spike. That confused her because she was not in a sexual mood, especially as she was naked and trapped by two women who wanted to torture her. She continued to shriek in laughter and hoped they would stop doing this to her.
Ingrid loved the reactions Phoebe was giving. When she went on her thief capers, she didn’t use the potion on her victims. She tickled them in their homes, so she couldn’t take advantage of that potion. She remembered how ticklish her victims were, but no one was like this. The way Phoebe was screaming in laughter, she must have already been very ticklish and now that potion made it much more worse. She wanted to be a little devious and started to wiggle her fingers faster. She loved how soft the skin of the pit was, and the reaction was amazing.
Phoebe shrieked in ticklish terror once again as those fingers started to move faster in her armpit. She tried to close her arm as a natural defense mechanism, but with her arm tied and stretched out, there was no way she could protect that armpit. She lifted her head and saw the smirking face of her captor. That woman was enjoying her ticklish screams and that unnerved her. She started to finally recognize the face and realized it was the same woman who was serving her drinks at the ceremony. She seemed so nice, but she must have been spying on her. That seemed to make this moment even worse because she was targeted. As she continued to laugh, she started to feel regret that she went horse riding alone. If she was with someone else, then perhaps she would not be in this position now. She tried to move her legs again and they wouldn’t budge. She was trapped and if they continued to tickle her, she was going to lose all control. ”STOP!!! YOU HAVE TO STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES!!!!” she screamed.
“I can tell. Hehehe You are screaming your head off. You have some really ticklish armpits, don’t you? I bet your entire body feels like one big ticklish spot right now. Here is some good news! We have just started. I want to find all of your ticklish places. I mean…..ALL of them. I bet you are ticklish between your legs, aren’t you. Tell me Miss Phoebe, do you have a ticklish pussy? Hehehe” Sylvia taunted. She knew the mind games were getting started and she was going to enjoy this. She started to wonder if she should have invited Agatha to witness this entertainment. She could have simply blindfolded Phoebe, so she wouldn’t see Agatha, but she figured she would tickle Phoebe extra hard just for Agatha.
Phoebe heard that question and she really started to panic. She could still feel that horrible tickling in her left armpit, but now that evil blond woman was asking her if she was ticklish on her most private spot. A great deal of fear flowed through her body because she knew if she was tickled there, she would lose her mind. She also noticed her nipples became rock hard and she started to feel wet between her legs. She was still stunned that her arousal was so high at the moment. She should have been petrified, but she was incredibly horny. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!!!! I DEMAND YOU HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!!!” she screamed.
Ingrid giggled when she heard Phoebe screaming like crazy. She wasn’t even tickling her hard yet, and Phoebe was already losing it. She then moved her fingers to the middle of the pit and started to scurry her fingers there. Another delightful squeal came out of Phoebe, and she saw her desperately trying to get her arm free. She loved it when a victim was completely helpless. She saw her loose hair starting to shake all over and the laughter got stronger. She remembered the longer they tickled her, the more ticklish she became thanks to the potion. Even though the potion would also cause brain fog and Phoebe probably wouldn’t remember this ordeal, she didn’t want to take any chances and show her face. Her entire persona was shrouded in secrecy. The only reason Sylvia knew who she was, was because she was captured and had her hooded mask removed. She was happy they were on the same side now and she could torment Phoebe without any concerns. Her fingers moved faster, and she saw the naked body trembling. “Heheheeh she is so ticklish!” she called out.
“Phoebe, are you trying to give us orders? You know you are not our boss, right? Poor rich woman. Think she owns everyone and can do whatever she wants. I think you need to be punished even more. Hmmmm….where should I begin?” Sylvia mused as she heard Phoebe’s ticklish laughter. She saw the hair dropping down and it exposed the back and shoulder area. She smiled and figured that it might be a good spot. She stood upright and got close to the back area. She saw how soft the skin looked and also saw that naked ass. She giggled to herself, then gave Phoebe a quick smack on her ass. The slap was very loud, and she heard a grunting sound from Phoebe. She decided she would “punish” Phoebe a little and play with her mind at the same time. “You ARE a very bad girl!” she taunted, then smacked the ass on the right cheek once again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA OW!!!! HAHAHAHAHA STOP HAHAHA OW! TICKLING ME!!! HAHAHAHAHA OW!” Phoebe screamed and laughed as she felt the armpit tickling but also could feel her rear end getting spanked. That really bothered her because she was getting a spanking like she was a small child. The pain wasn’t too brutal, but it was enough to register in her mind. Her body was so very sensitive that the spanking did cause enough of a painful sensation to make her want to cry, but she also kept laughing. The armpit tickling continued, and she started to panic. She tried once again to move her limbs, but it was futile. She was trapped and now these women were starting to really torture her. She had no idea why this would be happening to her, and who she must have angered to have this kind of humiliation happen to her. She felt a very hard smack on her right ass cheek and that got to her. “OW!!!! HAHAHAHA I’M SORRY!!! I’M SORRY!!!!” she screamed.
“You better be…..” Sylvia grinned as she heard that ticklish apology. She wondered how much the potion affected the body, and it seemed like it amplified anything, just like Marge told her. She then took the tips of her index and middle fingers and stroked them from the tailbone and up the spine. She saw the ass cheeks clench and the back tightened up as her fingers moved slowly up the spine. The skin was incredibly soft, and she loved the reaction she was getting. When her fingers made it to the part of the spine that was between the shoulder blades, she heard this really strong giggle coming out. It seemed to be a very sensitive area, and she wanted to keep playing with this spot. She never really tickled someone’s back as much before, but this was a perfect opportunity to explore this area. “Your back is ticklish too? Oh Phoebe, we really are going to tickle you silly!” she playfully threatened.
Phoebe felt those fingers stroking up and down and it sent an intense ticklish sensation throughout her entire body. She never really had her back tickled before. She would get back massages from Bessie, and she would feel ticklish sometimes, but she never had her back purposely tickled before. She never knew how sensitive her skin was on her back and that soft touch drove her wild in addition to the armpit tickling. These women were really going to torture her and the fact she could not get free made her terrified about what could happen. It brought back memories of when she was captured by La Diabla, and tickle tortured. She and the outlaw were friends and potential sexual partners now, but that moment was horrible for her. She was trapped with nowhere to go then and now it was happening again. Her body was extraordinarily ticklish at the moment, and she prayed it would end soon. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” she roared.
“There is no help! You are all ours! Hehehehe” Ingrid taunted as she heard that begging. She was really enjoying tickling the armpit and she watched as Sylvia tickled the back. She loved the reaction Phoebe was giving and she craved more. She wanted to torture her more. She then pulled her fingers from the left armpit and stroke them down the arms. That seemed to get Phoebe to tremble, and she felt the goosebumps on the arm. She saw the brown hair thrashing around and she felt good inside. She then moved her fingers to the outside edge of the armpit and heard another shrill scream coming from Phoebe. “Hehehehe I love this.” she said softly.
Sylvia watched Ingrid move her fingers across the arm and back into the armpit. There was something very erotic about watching another woman helping her. She remembered watching her friends gang up on a barmaid in Europe and the entire experience was so erotic. She remembered how Helga destroyed the woman; Svetlana pushed her to the edge of insanity and Thalia completely annihilated her by ripping an orgasm out of her. She knew she was going to do the same to poor Phoebe. There was one regret for this experience. According to Marge, Phoebe wouldn’t truly remember all the details of what happened to her. So even if she was mentally and emotionally destroyed when she was done with her, she wouldn’t remember what happened and would be ok again. There was a plus and minus about the potion. She wanted Phoebe to remember this for a very long time, but the tradeoff was her sensitivity was through the roof, and she was very aroused, making an orgasm much more brutal when she tore it out of her. Her fingers were now softly stroking the area near the neck, so she grabbed Phoebe’s hair with her right hand, and forced the hair to go forward, completely exposing her neck. Then with the fingers on her left hand, she stroked the back of the neck softly and heard another squeal coming from Phoebe. She could feel the head trying to snap back, but she continued to force it forward so she could play with the neck. “Looks like you really are ticklish everywhere. I noticed you didn’t answer my earlier question as well. I guess we will find out if you have a ticklish pussy or not.” she said with a smile.
Phoebe felt that continued armpit tickling, and now the back of her neck was being touched. She could feel her hair being pulled, and her neck was completely vulnerable. That soft touch drove her crazy, but it also increased her own lust. Her neck was a weak spot for her and Bessie would play with it from time to time. She could feel her nipples throbbing a little and she wished she wasn’t so horny. She then felt the fingers moving very fast in her left armpit and she completely lost it. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO!!!! STOP HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP!!!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia chuckled as she heard that delicious ticklish laughter. She loved how soft that neck was and those fine hairs. She loved the way Phoebe’s body was so tense and enduring the agony. She could see Ingrid enjoying herself as her fingers moved quickly on that skin. She was still amused that Ingrid chose to wear her mask for this moment but understood as well. That was her way of operating, and she should let her do what she likes. She then moved her fingers away from the neck and looked at Phoebe’s squirming body. It was time to give her a brief rest, so they could continue to play with her mind and get ready to tickle her again. “Ok, that is enough for now. Let’s let her breathe for a moment.” she told Ingrid.
Ingrid heard Sylvia’s words, and she moved her fingers from the armpit. She knew they did have to give Phoebe a break sometimes or she would pass out. She wanted to torture this woman and passing out would not be helpful. She also wanted to keep going at her since they did not have too much time to play with her, unlike her victims where she could go all night if she had to. “Hehehe she is already a mess.” she giggled.
“Thank you….Thank you…..” Phoebe wheezed as the tickling fingers finally left her body. She felt her nerves in her body being on fire and that concerned her. She was afraid of any touch on her body, and she would lose it again. She also found herself in a conflict. She absolutely loved having sex and having sexual moments, but right now, she hated that she was so horny. She did not like these women at all, so it wasn’t like she desired sex from them. She wished it was Bessie, La Diabla, or even Veronica or Bella here doing this to her. It would be a game for them and everyone would have fun. But these women were trying to break her will and she didn’t want to be horny over that fact. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to take a mental assessment of her predicament. It was difficult because her body was tingling, and her brain felt a little foggy. She was still trying to comprehend why she felt this way. “Why? Why do I feel like this?” she muttered.
“Feel like what?” Ingrid asked. She had a huge smile on her face behind her mask and loved listening to Phoebe’s heavy breathing.
“Why am I so….ticklish?” Phoebe asked, trying to catch her breath. She knew they didn’t have the answers, but she was so confused about why she was more ticklish than she normally felt.
“That’s because you are a TICKLISH LITTLE GIRL!!! HEHEHE” Ingrid taunted. She remembered Marge telling her that even though the victims would have brain fog, and they wouldn’t remember details, they were not to take any chances with it. Marge did not want anyone outside of their group to know that this type of potion existed. It was found by some woman in Louisiana who was a voodoo practitioner and wanted to keep their methods top secret. She then placed her hand on Phoebe’s back and rubbed it a little. “You have always been ticklish. That is why you feel it.” she continued.
Sylvia listened to Ingrid mocking Phoebe, and it made sense. The potion couldn’t be revealed and that was a good thing. She looked over the naked body and saw that ass again. She looked forward to playing with it again and really sent Phoebe into ticklish hell. She then rubbed the palm of her hand across the back area, trying to soothe her victim. She heard some giggles and that made her giggle. Phoebe’s body was very responsive to touch and even a soothing touch of her hand sent ticklish sensations throughout her body. She now desired to get this potion for herself after her mission was completed and she returned to Europe. She had a feeling that Thalia would be very interested in this type of liquid for the sex slaves. “You are quite jumpy! Hehehe Yes, you really are ticklish, and we are going to see where your very worst spot is.” she threatened.
Phoebe felt that soft touch on her back and for some reason unbeknownst to her, it really tickled her. She felt so sensitive that any touch on her body was driving her crazy. She heard those two mocking her and she felt so helpless. She was trapped, naked and her body was so responsive. Her emotions started to build because there was no escape. She started to have a feeling of hopelessness. Her eyes looked at the dirty ground and prayed she could be released. “Please….leave me alone. Why do you have to tickle me?” she whined.
“Would you rather have us burn your skin? Or rip your flesh open? You should be happy we are just tickling you. Now, by the time we are done, you will be very remorseful. In fact, I think you should go back to your business and stop growing it. You already did enough. You should let other companies thrive instead of being greedy.” Sylvia taunted. She didn’t care one way or another what Phoebe did with her business, she just wanted to mess with her mind to break her will. If her company failed after that, she would be satisfied. She then started to use the tips of her fingers and stroke right down the spine again. She went from the neck area, down the spine between the shoulder blades, through the small of the back and then off the tailbone, only to reverse course and go right back up the spine. She could feel the body twitching and she heard some very cute giggles coming out. She loved the sound of those giggles and kept moving her fingers very softly. “You really do have some soft skin. You rich bitches know how to take care of yourselves, don’t you?” she asked with a hint of anger in her voice.
“Hehehehee that tickles hehehe that tickles...” Phoebe giggled as she felt that soft touch. Even though she always enjoyed soft caresses, this soft touch was driving her crazy. The intensity started to build, and she started to get worried. If they tickled her more aggressively, then she would truly suffer. She did feel grateful they weren’t tearing her flesh, but the tickling was pure torture as well. She couldn’t help but hear that woman talking about her business. She heard that she should not expand her business anymore and let others take over. Just those words got her mind racing. There was one particular rival out there that wanted to see her fall. There was one particular rival that hated her. The woman touching her mentioned she was hired to do this to her and that one particular rival now came to her mind. Agatha Walden. She did seem like the type that would do something like this and it made her angry. She felt ridiculous because her anger was growing, but she was giggling too. “Hehehehehehe Agatha!!!! Agatha!!!” she yelled out during her giggles.
Sylvia smiled when she heard Phoebe calling out Agatha. She had a feeling that Phoebe suspected her business partner in this set up. She could have admitted that Agatha did in fact request this moment because the potion would affect Phoebe’s memory of this moment, but she rather tease her and make her think it could have been anyone. That would drive Phoebe crazy because she would be focused on her chief rival. “Agatha? Who is that?” she asked teasingly as her fingers kept going up and down the spine.
“Hehehehe AGATHA!!!! THAT BITCH!!! Hehehehe She sent you!!” Phoebe cried out. She felt more and more convinced that it was Agatha that was doing this to her. That made her start to strain her arms and legs, trying her best to break free. She wanted to get fight that woman and punch her lights out for humiliating her like this. She then shrieked in ticklish terror when she felt fingers in her left armpit again. She looked up and saw that masked woman looking right at her and her fingers were in her armpit. “HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!” she screamed.
Ingrid wanted to get involved with the torture and she started to run her fingers in that armpit again. She listened to Phoebe yelling out some woman’s name and she had no idea who it was. She figured that Phoebe had a long enough break and now she should suffer. She wanted to tickle the right armpit as well, but Sylvia was standing there. “hehehe I love your laugh. I could listen to it forever.” she taunted.
Sylvia chuckled when she heard that explosive laughter and saw Ingrid tickling Phoebe again. This was getting to be a lot of fun, and she knew this rich woman was suffering. She decided to make things worse and then reached over with her left hand and grabbed the hip bone on the left side and then her right hand on the right hip bone and squeezed. “Does this tickle?” she asked with a smile.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! NOOOOOO!!! OH GAWD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Phoebe screamed when she felt those hands now squeezing her hip bone area. That sent a very intense ticklish shockwave throughout her body, and it completely overwhelmed her. That was always a very ticklish spot on her body and with her feeling extra sensitive, it was much, much worse. She closed her eyes and just laughed as hard as she could. There was nothing soft about this feeling. It was intense and really pushed her body. She could feel those fingers in her left armpit and that made the situation even worse. She started to shake her head violently and tried to move each of her limbs as she was in ticklish agony. She could feel her hair thrashing all over and she was in deep torture.
“Wow, look at her!! You found a really good spot! Hehehee Listen to how loud she is.” Ingrid said as she loved the reaction that Phoebe was giving right now. She loved the way her head was thrashing and some of the strands of hair would smack her face. She giggled because she was wearing her mask and wouldn’t have to feel that wild hair hitting her right on her face. She moved a little to her right and kept stroking her fingers in the armpit. She then moved closer and started to press her fingers into the armpit. She was rewarded with an even louder shriek. “Whoa!” she said in surprise.
Phoebe’s voice hit another octave, and she was in sheer ticklish agony. The sensations she felt were unlike any other she felt before in her life. Not even La Diabla torturing her in Santa Selena was this bad. She could feel her body temperature rising and she felt her lungs burning. She could not stop laughing and couldn’t think of anything else. Then she felt those hip squeezes getting harder and her screams soon turned into silent laughter. She kept thrashing her head around, but she also started to get tired and lose hope. The way those hands kept squeezing was destroying her mind. Her head then slumped down, and she started to have a hard time breathing. She wondered if she could die this way, and her fear got the better of her. She desperately tried to beg them to stop, but her voice was barely audible. “No more….nooooo moooooorrreeee…..” she murmured softly.
Sylvia saw the head slumping down and the laughter was turning silent. She really loved these hips and wanted to keep pushing her into ticklish insanity. She loved the reactions that Phoebe was giving and knew there was a great chance she would break this woman forever, even if she barely remembered what happened. She heard the wheezing and remembered her mandate to not kill anyone. She giggled to herself and then let go of the squeezes. She felt a rush of excitement in her own body because Phoebe was already falling apart. Whatever that potion was made of it truly worked wonders. She never had a victim go this wild before this quickly and she loved it. “Hehehe poor Phoebe. She is so ticklish!” she taunted.
Ingrid saw that Sylvia stopped tickling and figured she should do the same. She took her hand away from the armpit and looked at Sylvia. She really loved what was happening to this woman and she wanted to keep playing with her. “Yes, she is REALLY ticklish. Hehehe I bet we haven’t even found all of her spots yet. I think we have so many more to play with! Do you think she will die before then? Hehehe” she joked.
“Maybe, it is possible. Listen to her. She is already a wreck. We barely played with her, and she is already done for. I think by the time we are actually done with her; she will never be the same. You’re right. We haven’t played with ALL her ticklish spots. I mean, we haven’t even gotten to her feet yet and I think they are going to be wonderfully ticklish.” Sylvia teased. She then walked towards Phoebe’s head and grabbed her hair. She lifted that slumped head up and could see her face now. She smiled when she saw all the sweat that was on the face. Phoebe’s mouth was wide open, and she was breathing very hard. Her eyes were closed, and she looked a mess. That was a beautiful thing to see because rich women always made sure they looked great. Now, she looked like a complete mess and there was still a lot to do to her. “Phoooeeeebe. Phooooeeebe. Hey darling, open your eyes please.” she requested in a sing-song voice.
Phoebe felt her lungs were about to explode and she felt her body still tingling all over. It was such a powerful sensation, and it seemed to be getting worse. She was grateful the tickling stopped at the moment so she could breathe again. Her heart was beating very fast, and she felt herself trembling from exhaustion already. She then felt some pain as her hair was grabbed and head was forcefully pulled up. She felt some drool coming from her mouth and she was miserable. She heard the woman’s voice calling her name and she felt a little emotional. They were still threatening to tickle her all over and she knew she would not be able to handle it for much longer. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that pretty face staring right back at her. She could see that evil smirk and wondered what was going to happen to her next. “Please….stop this. I…..I am begging you. It is…too much.” she panted.
“We are not done yet. We have just begun dear. Don’t tell me you are already giving up! What happened to Phoebe the fighter! What happened to Phoebe the strong businesswoman who runs a very large cattle company and lives in a big mansion. Are you a fraud? Are you really a weak little girl trying to pretend she is like her mommy and run a company? Huh? I think we are seeing the REAL Phoebe Wellington. A weak little girl just because she is ticklish. Hehehe” Sylvia taunted. She loved playing with the mind of a victim, and she knew her words should hit the ego of the woman. She did have a disdain for rich women and loved making them a target when she was in Europe. She continued to hold Phoebe’s hair and watched her face make these tired expressions and desperately trying to get air into her lungs. She looked over at Ingrid and smiled. “Hey, maybe I am wrong. I called her a ticklish little girl. But maybe she is not human. Maybe she is a cow. Hehehe See how her udders are dangling there. You should touch them to see if they are human tits. Hahahaha” she joked.
Ingrid giggled over Sylvia’s taunting words. She loved how she was trying to humiliate Phoebe and break her soul. She also felt a tingle in her loins because she was about to touch the naked breasts of the rich woman. She started to really enjoy touching her own victims and now she was going to play with these. She saw how the breasts were dangling, and she reached her left hand forward and grabbed the dangling left breast. She felt how soft the skin was and gave the mound a gentle squeeze. “Hehehe I think they are human. I must say, they feel really, really nice.” she said with lust in her voice.
Phoebe felt that hand touching her left breast, and she felt sad. They were now touching some very personal spots on her body, and it was embarrassing. She was still trying to recover from that last tickling assault and now one of them was groping her. She felt really sensitive with that touch and her nipple started to throb. She still could not comprehend why she was feeling so horny. Her body was on fire, she was being tortured, but her lust was still sky high. The hand touching her breast was very gentle with it and she felt her nipple being very stiff. She looked tried to look down, but the main blond woman still had a handful of her hair. She could see her enjoying herself and that bothered her. She was used to being in control of situations, but right now, she was totally helpless. She started to whimper and prayed they would stop doing this to her. “Please stop touching me. What have I done to you for you to do this to me?” she whined.
“You pissed off someone, that’s what you did. Now, just enjoy yourself. I know you like my friend touching that tit of yours. I know it feels good. How do I know? Your nipples are very hard right now. They are really poking out. Hehehehe Admit this, Phoebe. You WANT us to touch you like that. You WANT us to play with you and make you feel so good. Am I right?” Sylvia teased. She did love looking at the very stiff nipples and with the potion inside of Phoebe’s body, she must have been extremely horny. She could see the look of confusion in Phoebe’s eyes. It was as though she was wondering if she should admit she liked the sexual teasing that was taking place. “Well?” she asked.
Phoebe heard those words, and her body reacted. She could feel herself being teased on her breast and down deep, her body loved it. The touch was very gentle and the way she was being touched was so sensual to her. She knew her nipples were rock hard, and her loins were very warm too. She didn’t want to admit she was horny because if she did, they would surely try to torture her sexually. Her eyes started to water because this was very overwhelming to her. She was being dominated and there was nothing she could do except have her body enjoy the sensual touches. “Don’t do this to me. What is it that you want from me?” she asked.
“What do I want? I want you to suffer, that’s all. Hehehe I think it is time you suffer some more.” Sylvia told her, then let go of her hair. She saw the head immediately slump down and she wanted to tickle her. She got over to the right armpit and moved her fingers towards that vulnerable spot. She then looked over at Ingrid and smiled. “Keep playing with her tits. Let’s keep her horny while she screams.” she said.
Ingrid nodded her head, then started to use both hands and groped the breasts. She loved how soft the skin was, and she heard that gasp coming from Phoebe. She was really enjoying teasing her and wondered when they were going to play with the pussy too. She then heard a loud shriek and saw Phoebe’s head shoot up and now she was staring at her. She saw that fear in her eyes as they were very wide open and her mouth as well. She then heard some horrific laughter coming out and she grinned. She looked over at Sylvia and saw her tickling that right armpit. She then looked back and Phoebe and just had to taunt her. “What’s the matter? Ticklish? Hehehe” she taunted.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GAWD!!!!” Phoebe screamed as she felt fingers on her right armpit. The fingers were stroking that tender flesh, and she absolutely lost it. The sensations were very intense, and it appeared the more she was tickled, the more ticklish she became. She looked at that burlap sack mask of the person and she just screamed. The person looked small and was probably a woman. She couldn’t believe that she was still being groped when her poor armpit was being tickled. It was as though these two wanted nothing more but for her to suffer. She then screamed louder when the fingers started to press into her flesh. She shut her eyes again and just endured what was happening to her. Her mind was racing all over and she really hoped this would all end.
Sylvia continued to press her fingers into the armpit and was very pleased she was getting this kind of reaction. She focused on the center of the pit, doing her best to drag out the most intense sensations she could create. She loved how smooth the armpit was as well. It appeared that Phoebe shaved her armpits, and that made it even better. The sound of that hysterical laughter really sounded pleasant to her. She could feel the agony that Phoebe was in. She knew this woman was losing her mind and she wanted to keep pushing her. She knew Ingrid must have been having fun groping the breasts, but she wanted to get her more involved in the tickling attack. She also wanted to tickle both armpits at the same time, so she needed Ingrid to tickle somewhere else. “Hey, can you tickle her ribs? I want to get to her other armpit.” she requested.
Ingrid let go of Phoebe’s breasts and felt excited. It was her turn to inflict some more tickle torture on Phoebe. She stood up and made her way to the left side of the trapped body. She wouldn’t see directly the front of the ribs, but she knew where they were. She wrapped her right hand around the body and placed them on the right ribcage. She placed her left hand on the left side, then started to diddle her fingers up and down the exposed ribs. She felt a thrill in her body because she saw Phoebe’s head snap up again and that hysterical laughter came pouring out once again. “Who has ticklish ribbies? Huh? YOU DO!!! Hehehe” she teased.
Phoebe felt those fingers on her ribs, and she absolutely lost it. The sensations tore right through her and now her armpits and ribs were being tickled at the same time. If those two wanted to make her suffer, they accomplished their goal. The sensory overload was breaking her down and she was now getting desperate. She once again tried in a futile effort to pull her arms and legs free, but it was no use. The helplessness of the situation was what was breaking her mind down. No matter how much she begged, no matter how much she tried to reason with them, they were going to tickle her until she cracked. She felt the fingers dancing up and down her ribs and each touch sent off ticklish electric bolts throughout her body. What was even worse was now both of her armpits were being tickled. She looked up and now her face saw the evil woman in front of her, and her arms were forward and those fingers danced in both of her pits. She felt her eyes starting to water because she wanted to cry. She shook her head in ticklish frustration and for a brief moment, she wanted to fight the torture. They were trying to humiliate her, and her natural instinct was to keep fighting. But the tickling in both places was too much for her and she felt her mind slipping. She had no idea how she was even conscious at the point, but it wouldn’t be long before she was knocked out.
Sylvia loved the feeling of the armpit skin on her fingers. She could feel Phoebe’s hair smacking her own chest as the woman was constantly moving around. The laughter was still very strong, and she wondered how this woman was still alive. She thought about her most ticklish victims in Europe and even victims such as Kylie, April and even Ingrid. They were all really ticklish, but Phoebe appeared to be much worse. She always tickled her victims alone, so now that she had a tickling partner, the victim could get tickled in multiple places at once. It also helped there was a potion involved to make Phoebe even more responsive. She looked at that naked back as she tickled those armpits, and her eyes went all the way to the ass. She couldn’t see it clearly, but thought about when she could see it. It was a very nice-looking ass, and she planned on playing with it. She wanted Phoebe to truly suffer. She wanted her to feel the most intense torture ever, then she was going to play with her sensually. Making her have an orgasm was going to be a lot of fun and she couldn’t wait.
Phoebe felt herself starting to fade. She slowly slipped back into silent laughter and felt the urge to breathe. She was laughing so hard; she couldn’t get air into her lungs as fast as it was leaving. She closed her eyes and now she prayed she would lose consciousness. It would allow her to stop feeling those ticklish sensations. It would allow her to finally have some peace. She felt those fingers drumming up and down her ribs. She felt those fingers pressing into her trapped armpits and it was brutal. She started to feel lightheaded, and her peace was coming soon. Then she felt the fingers leave her ribs and her armpits. She then felt a hard smack on her ass, and she yelped in pain. “Ow!!! No……please no…..” she cried out.
Ingrid could tell Phoebe was fading and she did not want that. They needed to keep her conscious so they could keep on tormenting her. When she saw the head falling and silent laughter presented, she knew from her own tickling experiences that the victim was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. She looked at Sylvia during that moment and she could tell she understood that as well. She saw the hands leave the armpits and then she took them off the ribs. Once she did that, in order to keep Phoebe awake, she smack her ass with a hard shot to the left cheek. “Hey! No passing out on us!” she demanded.
Sylvia had to hand it to Ingrid. She was the one who wanted to make a pause in the torment and keep Phoebe awake. She was impressed with her so far because she seemed to understand the art of tickle torture. She still hasn’t seen her go full bore on a victim, but her recognition of the situation made her believe that she was quite skilled. She really loved how she smacked Phoebe’s ass to keep her awake. She looked down and saw that slumping head. She could hear those soft whimpers, and she wanted to keep playing with her mind. She grabbed her hair again and yanked the head upwards. She stared at Phoebe’s face and loved it. The sweat was a lot more prominent now, and she loved that Phoebe started to drool. It meant she was so exhausted and wanted air so bad, that her mouth stayed open, and saliva dripped out. She wished she had an artist to draw the face or even had a photographer to take a picture of this tired face. It would make a great gift for Agatha to see her main rival in such a humiliating moment. “Awww….Poor Phoebe. You look so tired right now. Do you want us to stop tickling you?” she asked in a mocking voice.
Phoebe grimaced when she felt her hair being grabbed once again and forced to look at Sylvia. She felt so ashamed, and she got emotional. She had no idea how much she could take. Her body was on fire, and she was still extremely horny. She felt her eyes watering and she wanted mercy. “Please….stop tickling me. I don’t want it….please…I don’t want it.” she whimpered.
“That’s too bad because we are not done with you yet. I think it is time we found some other places. I think your ribs still need to be played with and we haven’t even gotten to your lower body. I suggest you take a moment to rest. Because what I have planned will probably kill you. Hehehe” Sylvia teased. She started to feel even more powerful the longer this moment was taking place. Phoebe was a mess, and it wasn’t even over yet. Her desire to keep humiliating this woman was turning into a raging inferno and she felt such great satisfaction. She figured she could play with her mind for a moment and have some fun. “But first, I want to see what you think of us. I will start with me. Do you think I look pretty?” she teased, wanting to make Phoebe play games.
Phoebe felt so exhausted, and her throat was hurting after all the screaming laughter that she did. She felt her body temperature rising and the sweat started to trickle down her forehead. These women were definitely trying to embarrass her, and she had to try and maintain her composure. She really wanted to cry at this moment. She then heard that question posed to her and her heart sank. They were definitely trying to humiliate her, and she knew she had better play along or she was going to be tortured again. The woman was asking if she was pretty or not, and truth be told, she did find her attractive. So, it wasn’t going to be a lie she told. “Y-Yes…you are really pretty….” she replied, hoping that was a good answer.
“THANK YOU!!! You are so nice.” Sylvia said with a huge smile. Even though she knew Phoebe answered under duress, it still felt nice to be told she was pretty. She then motioned Ingrid to come over and mess with Phoebe’s mind. Ingrid still wore her mask, and it was time to play with Phoebe. “Now, do you think she is pretty?” she asked.
Ingrid looked over at Sylvia and felt a little disappointed that she revealed her gender. She liked being mysterious because many of the victims thought she could be a small man, and not a woman. It made it harder for people to think she might be behind it whenever they crossed her paths. “Hey, why did you tell her I was a woman?” she whispered to her partner.
Sylvia felt embarrassed because she didn’t know Ingrid was purposely trying to hide her gender from her victims. She shrugged her shoulders and gave her a half smile. “My apologies. You did say she won’t remember any of this clearly, right?” she asked.
“Yeah, good point. Just be careful. I like them not knowing. It gives me that mysterious aura.” Ingrid responded. She then looked at Phoebe who had a confused look on her face. She could understand why, because she was wearing a mask, but wanted to have fun anyway. “Well, do I look pretty?” she asked.
Phoebe was stunned when she heard that question. They were surely playing with her mind at this point. She had no idea what the person looked like and at least she found out it was a woman. She saw that mask and shook her head. She already knew what she had to say, or she was going to be tortured. “I-I can’t see your f-face. B-But I can tell…..you….are very pretty.” she said with fear in her voice.
“Why thank you! Yes, you can’t see my face, but I am smiling. You are a very sweet woman. But I must ask you. Why are you such a bitch? Hehehe” Ingrid asked. She had never met Phoebe before in her life but knew that Sylvia wanted to capture her and torture her because of some rivalry Phoebe had with another person.
Phoebe heard that response and felt nervous. They were really trying to play with her mind, and it was driving her crazy. She gulped a little and hoped they would at least admit that Agatha was behind all of this. “I-I don’t know. W-Who am I a bitch to?” she asked nervously.
“I think you know. Ok, let’s get back to business. I think we need to find some more spots! Where shall we tickle you next?” Sylvia said, then cracked her knuckles. She wanted to keep playing with Phoebe and drive her mad.
“NO!!!! DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!!! Please, I am begging you. I am too ticklish right now! You’re going to kill me.” Phoebe begged. She saw both Sylvia and the smaller woman stand up and she knew they were about to touch her again. She felt her neck muscles getting tired from the constant attempts of looking up. She started to feel some aches in her limbs from all the desperate pulling on them, trying her best to get herself free.
“Poor Phoebe….she sounds like she doesn’t like our tickling. Well, can we touch you instead? How about this? We play with your nipples a bit and maybe play with your ass. Would that be better?” Sylvia offered. She wanted Phoebe to start making hard choices. Either way, she was going to enjoy this moment.
Phoebe gasped when she heard that offer. She desperately did not want to be tickled again. However, she did not want to be tickled sexually either. She started to tug at her binds once again and she just couldn’t get loose. “W-Why do you want to touch me? Please, just let me go!” she cried out.
“So, not making a choice huh? Ok, tickle time! Let us know when you want us to play with your nipples and your ass.” Sylvia said, then made her way to the hip area. She wanted to squeeze the hips again and drive her insane. She looked at Ingrid and motioned her to the ribs again. It was time to make her go crazy again and looked forward to her begging to be touched sexually. She then stood behind Phoebe, between her spread out legs tied to the crates. She then gripped the hips and started to squeeze. “Does this……tickle?” she taunted as she squeezed.
“NOOOOOOO NOT THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT AGAIN!!! HAHAHAHAHA HELP ME!!! HAHAHAHA SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEE!!!!!” Phoebe screeched as she felt those very strong hands squeezing her very sensitive hips. It seemed even worse now and she really started to shake her body as much as she could. The squeezing was ruthless and sent powerful ticklish shockwaves throughout her entire body. She could feel Sylvia pressed against her rear end, maintaining some kind of balance and she roared. This was such a helpless feeling, and she could not stop it from happening.
Ingrid laughed when she heard that explosive laughter. She saw how Sylvia was squeezing the hips, and she was very delighted. She then made her way over to the left side of Phoebe and resumed her rib tickling. She pressed her dainty fingers into the crevices and heard another explosive shriek. She saw the head snap up and heard that hysterical laughter. She felt so powerful. She would tickle the ribs of her victims and loved how they screamed and laughed. She normally had them gagged, but hearing the pure laughter felt even better. She moved her fingers from crevice to crevice, trying to draw out the most intense ticklish sensations possible and it seemed to be working. She could feel Phoebe thrashing in her bondage, desperately trying to get herself free. That made her press her fingers in a little harder and she loved the reaction. “This is great! Listen to her! This woman is so ticklish! Hehehe” she taunted.
Sylvia smiled when she saw Ingrid tickling the ribs. Once again, she knew that their double team was going to bring out the most intense ticklish feelings possible. There was no turning back. This was about teaching this woman a lesson and destroying her. The laughter was almost musical right now. It appeared Phoebe had a great set of lungs on her. She could only imagine how she felt. Her ticklish victims were always a wreck after she was done with them. This was going to be really fascinating to her because this victim was being double teamed. She did a few more hard squeezes and started to think about how that potion would do wonders on the new sex slaves that would arrive. If they were tickled out of their minds, they would be far more docile. She was wondering about the memory lapse, but the more appealing thing was the increased sensitivity. Sylvia knew that after they were done with Phoebe, even though she wouldn’t remember all the details, her body would be worn out. She giggled to herself imagining Phoebe laying up in her bed for a few days. “hehehe she sure is a screamer. Do you think we need to put a gag on her? She might draw the attention of people in Maine. Haha” she joked.
“Hehehe we might. But her laughter is beautiful. She does have a sweet voice, even though she is screaming. Her ribs are a very good spot. I love how she is trying to get herself free. I hope she realizes there is no escape. That we are going to keep tickling and tickling and tickling and tickling and tickling and we are never…..going…..to…stop. hehehehe” Ingrid teased as her fingers were now running up and down the ribs. She could feel that soft skin and loved the reaction. She even moved her fingers down to the belly area and started to tickle that flat area. She loved the way Phoebe shrieked when her fingers went to the stomach, and it was a beautiful thing. She loved how soft that skin was and when she found the navel, she played with it a bit. “Ooooh! She has a ticklish tummy as well!” she teased.
Phoebe felt the finger going up and down her ribs and those hip squeezes were absolutely destroying her. It tickled so much, and her body kept getting more sensitive. Her lust was still flowing, but she felt nothing but those very powerful ticklish sensations tearing through her very soul. Then she felt the fingers touching her stomach and that got her roaring again. She couldn’t even believe she could still laugh. The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her, and she just wanted all this to stop. She had no idea how much more she could actually take and wanted to beg these women. But when the fingers probed her belly button, she completely went wild. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!!!!! NOT SNORT THERE SNORT SNORT” she snorted.
Sylvia heard those snorting sounds, and she couldn’t help but laugh. They actually managed to get this powerful businesswoman to start snorting and it really made her laugh. She paused her hip squeezing for a moment to cover her mouth with her hands. She wanted to burst into hysterical laughter herself because it sounded really funny. “Hehehehe did we just make her snort?” she asked Ingrid.
“Hahaha yes, we did! Her cute tummy is really ticklish! Especially her belly button. I love how it feels. She really is just one big tickle spot.” Ingrid replied and continued to tickle around the navel. She couldn’t help but enjoy the torment she was inflicting on Phoebe. She loved how much she made her laugh just by playing with the other parts of the body. She felt like she was missing something, which was to ask Phoebe where her jewelry was. This was a new adventure for her. She wasn’t stealing Phoebe’s valuables; this was all about just torturing her. It meant she could keep going without having to constantly ask the questions. She did miss doing that, but for right now, this was a very enjoyable break.
Phoebe felt tears coming from her eyes and she felt completely embarrassed. She normally did not snort in her laughter. Whenever she was tickled, she would laugh really hard, but snorting was not a part of it. They were pushing her way beyond her limits and now she really felt humiliated. She could feel herself breaking down. She was lightheaded a few times before, but now it felt like she was going to just surrender. This was getting to be too much and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She had to do something before she lost all of her mind. She knew there was one way to stop it. Even though it would be very humiliating, she had to get them to stop tickling her right now. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP!!! TOUCH ME!!! TOUCH ME!!! HAHAHAHAH I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA TOUCH ME!!!!” she screamed.
Sylvia let go of the sides and started to laugh. She heard that desperate cry from Phoebe to touch her and it really made her happy. She knew her victim was breaking down and she was going to take full advantage of it. Now it was time for her to explore the other side effects of the potion. Not only did it make a person’s nerves far more sensitive, but it was also supposed to increase their arousal to very high levels. She looked at Phoebe’s naked ass and figured she would play with it a little to get this woman’s juices flowing. That would eventually lead to her forcing an orgasm from her. She looked over at Ingrid and smiled. “You heard her. She wants to be touched. Play with her nipples. I am sure she will love it.” she told her.
Ingrid nodded her head and then went to the front of Phoebe where she could see her breasts still dangling. She heard the wheezing coming from her mouth and her hair was draped downwards to the floor. It was a mess, and she knew this woman was just about done for. Now it was time to play with her sexually for a little bit, then resume the hellacious tickle torture. “Hehehehe I bet you will love what I do with your nipples.” she told her softly.
Phoebe was breathing very hard as she tried to recover from that brutal tickle attack. Her body was still tingling, and she really wanted the tickling to stop. She also felt ashamed. She felt ashamed because she begged these women to touch her in a sexual manner. She hated that feeling of surrendering but she just couldn’t take the hysterical laughter and those strong ticklish sensations anymore. She heard Ingrid’s voice, and she looked up. She still couldn’t see the woman’s face, but knew she had to be smiling just from the looks of the eyes. Her eyes were still wet from the tears of laughter, and she wanted to keep begging for mercy. “Please…don’t do this to me. I am begging you.” she whimpered.
“Awwww….don’t be shy right now. You begged us to touch you, so we will touch you. I really do like your nipples. They look so hard for me. I bet they are aching to be touched. Here, let me take care of that for you.” Ingrid said, then reached her hands forward. She placed her thumb and index finger on each hand on both nipples and gave them a very gentle squeeze. She loved how hard they were, and she could see the misery on Phoebe’s face. She then started to softly rub them with her fingers, and she knew it was really going to drive Phoebe crazy with lust.
Phoebe gasped when she felt her nipples being touched. The touch was firm, but also tender. The way this person was touching her, they must have played with women before. She couldn’t stop her from touching her nipples and when she started to rub them, she felt an incredible surge in her arousal. Despite being tortured, the lust in her body was still there and the touch felt really good. Her mind was totally confused on how she could enjoy this woman forcefully touching her. She wondered if it was because she was tired. She remembered her body having the same kind of reaction when La Diabla tortured her in that wine cellar in Santa Selena. She started to feel wetness growing between her legs as the nipple play really turned her on. She couldn’t stop from feeling that lust and she didn’t know what else to do. “Mmmmmm….mmmmm….” she cooed.
Sylvia heard that soft, cooing sound and she smiled. It appeared that Phoebe was in fact feeling arousal and now it was her turn. She placed her hands on Phoebe’s ass and gave the two cheeks a gentle squeeze. She liked how firm the ass was, and how soft the skin was. She spread the cheeks a little, then closed them. Her hands started to massage the ass and wanted to keep teasing her. She then started to do a very light spanking on the ass, and she heard those little yelps. She smacked the ass a little, just to get the blood flowing in that area, and wanted to keep her arousal flowing. “You really do have a nice ass. I really like it.” she told her.
Phoebe felt the slight stings from the smacks on her ass, but it also kept her arousal building. She knew what they wanted to do to her. She knew they wanted to get her very aroused and do very naughty things to her. She wanted to fight them. She didn’t want them to dominate her sexually. She usually liked to be the dominant one when it came to sex. She wanted control and now that she was tied up and her naked body was completely vulnerable, she felt really helpless, and it affected her emotions. The nipple play continued and so did the slight spanking. She could feel the fire between her legs growing and she did her best to fight that feeling. She remembered the stories from those captured in Santa Selena and also with Thalia in Ciudad Del Reina. She remembered the stories of her friends being forced to orgasm and she felt bad for them. Now it was happening to her, and she felt so humiliated. She felt another smack on her ass, and she grimaced. “Please…ow….have mercy. Ow….” she whined softly.
Ingrid heard the smacks on the ass, and she knew Sylvia was having fun. It also seemed with each smack on the ass, the nipples in her hands were throbbing. She could see that look of lust on Phoebe’s face and knew the woman was going to experience some sexual humiliation. She felt herself getting very aroused. Phoebe was a very beautiful woman and playing with her naked body was amazing. She wondered if she could touch her pussy, but had a feeling it would be Sylvia to play with that. She saw Phoebe staring right back at her and she chuckled because of that desperate look. “You are a BAD girl! I bet you like being the bad girl, huh? I bet you crave for us to touch you in your places. I know you like me touching your nipples. I know you like being spanked. Will you cum for us? Huh? Will you cum?” she asked teasingly.
Phoebe heard those questions, and she felt fear. The way her body felt at the moment, she knew an orgasm was not out of the question. What she wondered though was would it be forced from her, or would she willingly give it up to these two women. Her lust was tearing right through her, and this was better than being tickled. She knew she should tell this masked woman no. That she will not cum, but her body had that craving. She shook her head no and tried her best to fight the raging lust. “No….please don’t make me cum. Please don’t that to me. I don’t want…..don’t hehehehehe….want…hehehe to ..heheheheh hey!” she tried to say and started to giggle.
Sylvia giggled to herself when she heard Phoebe starting to giggle. She started to lightly trace the tips of her fingers across the ass cheeks very softly and it appeared to tickle Phoebe. She saw the ass cheeks clench together and then heard those cute giggles. Her fingertips moved from where the crease was located where the leg connected to the ass and slowly moved up over the cheeks. She saw the ass quivering and she loved it. She started to make little circles on the skin and the giggles were getting even louder. It was time to start tickling Phoebe again. After giving her that spanking, she knew the skin was even more sensitive and it was time to exploit that.
“What’s the matter with you? Why are you giggling?” Ingrid teased. She loved the way Phoebe was giggling and wanted to keep playing with her mind. She could see the smile on her tired face and loved that sight.
“Hehehe she’s tickling my butt! Hehehehe make her stop!!! It tickles!” Phoebe begged. She felt those fingers constantly stroking up and down both of her ass cheeks and it was driving her crazy. She clenched her ass cheeks together, but those fingers never changed. She felt small circles being “drawn” on her skin and now she was really starting to laugh. The ticklish sensations increased and now she grew worried they were about to tickle torture her again. They had teased her sexually and now that horrible tickling was coming back.
“Haha she is tickling your ass, huh? I like that! I think it is great that your ass is ticklish. I bet this is a tickle spot too….” Ingrid teased, then moved her fingers off the nipples and started to reach under the dangling breasts and started to softly stroke the delicate undersides. She saw Phoebe’s eyes light up and knew she hit a very sensitive area.
Phoebe felt the fingers tickling the undersides of her breasts and that really drove her crazy. That delicate skin was a weakness for her, and it drove her wild. Now that they were tickling her ass and her breasts, she didn’t know what to do. The lust she had built was still there and now those ticklish feelings were colliding with the lust. It was all overwhelming to her and she was genuinely concerned about her well-being. She was at a sensory overload and now everything grew intense. The simplest touch on her skin grew really intense and she couldn’t stand it anymore. “HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU BOTH HAVE TO STOP!!!! YOU ARE HAHAHAH GOING TO KILL ME!” she screamed.
“You won’t die, Phoebe. We won’t let you die. Because then we can’t play with you. Hehehe” Sylvia teased as she continued the light stroking of her fingers on the ass. She looked down at the rump and made sure her fingers kept exploring this very ticklish ass. She then wanted to test something. She took the tip of her left index finger and placed it right on the tailbone. She then slowly stroked the finger down the ass crack and the cheeks immediately clenched and she heard a very shrill ticklish scream coming out of Phoebe. It appeared that she found a very ticklish spot and now she was going to exploit it. The finger moved all the way down the crack, and then slowly went right back up. The ass was wiggling as much as it could, but with the legs spread, the ass and hips really couldn’t move around too much. This was the perfect torture. She then used her right hand and placed it on the right butt cheek. She moved her hand to the right, which moved the cheek away from the other and exposed that very delicate skin down the ass crack. She looked at that cavern and then she noticed that small, brown puckered hole and smiled. Sylvia started to think of ways to play with that hole and make Phoebe’s brain turn into mush. “You have such a cute ass! And look at this hole! I bet it is a very sensitive hole! I will find out soon enough if it is ticklish too. Hahaha” she teased.
Ingrid heard Sylvia talking about Phoebe’s ass and she loved it. When she heard her partner talking about the hole, she just had to go look. She wanted to see how Sylvia was playing with that ass, and her curiosity got the better of her. She thought that perhaps she could learn a tickling technique from her. After being tickle tortured herself by Sylvia, she knew that woman had great skills. She stood up and headed towards Phoebe’s rear. When she got there, she positioned herself so she could see the ass clearly. She saw that crack so helpless and vulnerable and then she saw that small, puckered hole as well. That sent a tingle through her body because the opportunity to drive Phoebe insane was right there for the taking. “Are you really going to play with that hole? Can I watch?” she asked.
“Sure!! Hehehe I would love you to watch. Bring me a feather from the pouch. She is going to love it!” Sylvia said and watched Ingrid jump for joy. The idea of tickling Phoebe’s ass and driving her wild with a mixture of tickling and lust turned her on. She smiled when she saw Ingrid handing her an owl feather that she used on previous victims and now it was time to drive poor Phoebe crazy. She saw the giddiness in Ingrid’s body demeaner and now it was time for a show. She took the very tip of the feather and placed it right on the tailbone. She then slowly dragged that tip right down the crack of the ass and got an instant reaction.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! WHAT IS THAT??!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT IS THAT???!!!” Phoebe screamed as she felt something trickling down her very sensitive ass crack. The feeling was indescribable, and she felt a very intense tickling sensation in her body. She clenched her ass cheeks together as best as she could, but that object continued to slide down that very sensitive skin. She couldn’t help but scream because that object was really driving her wild. She knew it wasn’t human flesh touching her and now she panicked.
Ingrid felt her nipples throb with lust when she heard that horrific ticklish scream. She loved that reaction and loved how the feather slowly went down the ass crack. She saw the ass shaking a little and quivering. The way the feather slid down that area was very appealing to her. She watched as the feather finished sliding down the crack, then lifted up and was placed right back on the tailbone and did another torturous path down the crack, forcing hysterical laughter once again. She really liked how this moment looked. She loved how Phoebe’s ass was being tickled with that feather. She wanted to touch it herself and tickle her into insanity. “Hehehehe yeah, that’s a really good area. Keep doing it!” she called out.
Sylvia methodically stroked the feather down the crack and even did a little sawing action as the feather traveled down that very sensitive skin. She absolutely loved the reaction she was getting, and she was determined to bring out the very worst sensations possible. She watched as the feather touched that skin. She wanted Phoebe to feel every single touch and to lose her mind. She then used her left hand and pulled the left cheek away from the other, further exposing that sensitive area and dragged the feather down the crack again. That fresh scream of hysterical laughter appealed to her, and she smiled. “That’s right, Phoebe. You have such a ticklish ass. I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am.” she teased.
Phoebe’s eyes were shut tight, and her fists were balled up. She truly felt the intense tickling sensation in her entire body, and it really drove her to the pint of madness. All of her body was ticklish, but to be tickled in this particular area really seemed to get to her. She never felt so vulnerable in her life. Not even La Diabla did this to her. This was unexplored territory for her, and she didn’t know how else to react but to scream. Her eyes started to roll back into her head as the feather made stroke after stroke, after stroke in that crack. She knew she was going to lose her mind, and her emotions were getting to her. Tears started to flow from her eyes again and she wanted nothing else in the world right now but to have that evil feathering stop. Her head slumped down, and she continued to scream in ticklish agony when the feather started to saw down the crack.
Sylvia really loved the sawing method and knew Phoebe had to be truly suffering. This was a great method, and she wanted to keep doing it until Phoebe’s mind turned to mush. She also dragged the tip of the feather near the hole to make Phoebe panic. She wondered how ticklish the hole was going to be and to violate it with this feather would be an amazing moment. She looked over at Ingrid, who was obviously excited. She loved her enthusiasm in her body language and that made her happy. She then had an idea. She craved Phoebe’s pussy and figured that Ingrid would want to have a little fun herself. She looked over at her and smiled. “Hey, why don’t you take the other feather and tickle her tits? We can break her right now and get her ready for more fun. Because once we finish doing this to her, we can do something really fun before the grand finale. We can tickle her feet….” she offered.
Ingrid grew excited that she was going to be able to use a feather on Phoebe. She was going to be able to feather her breasts and after she used her fingers, she knew those mounds were very ticklish. She clapped her hands and then went over to the pouch. She pulled out another owl feather and then sat down on the ground on Phoebe’s left side and had a clear look at the dangling left breast. She saw poor Phoebe’s head slump down and that horrific laughter continued to flow from the mouth. The hair was flowing to the floor, and she could see her neck and back as well. She then reached the feather forward and started to drag it along the side of the left breast. She heard a ticklish hissing sound and saw Phoebe turn her head towards her. She could see how the brown hair was over her face, but she could still see her eyes. They had a look of desperation in them, and she loved it. “Hehehe ticklish on your tit?” she taunted.
Phoebe felt the feather touching her left breast and that sent a new wave of ticklishness in her. The feather on her ass was still breaking her very soul, but now she had to deal with her breasts being feathered. The stiffness of the feather was what truly made her suffer. The way it stroked around the outside edge of her breast was maddening to her. She started to shake her chest, but the feather simply stroked the skin underneath the mound and on her rib area. She felt the hopelessness of the moment. They were now feathering her very responsive body and she couldn’t stop them. They were trying to destroy her and couldn’t stop them. She was one of the wealthiest people in the entire State, but yet, she was completely powerless to stop them from torturing her with feathers. Her mind really started to race knowing that she was going to keep suffering with no end in sight and that forced more tears coming from her eyes.
Sylvia loved the additional reaction from Phoebe’s mouth and knew Ingrid must have been feathering the breasts. She now could send a terrible message to Phoebe and let her know that she owned her body right now. Her eyes then looked at that puckered hole, and it was time to break Phoebe. She then moved the feather away from the ass crack and then pointed the very tip of the fronds at the hole. She then carefully placed the tip right on the outside edge of the hole, then did a slow circle around it. The reaction from Phoebe was instantaneous.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE HELL????!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO!!!! WHAT HAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE????” Phoebe screamed when she felt that same object tickling the crack, now tickling around her hole in her ass. She had never felt anything like that before, and the intensity completely overwhelmed her. The object continued to stroke and slide across that area, and she used every ounce of strength she had to try and pull her limbs free. She also felt her left breast being grabbed by a hand and the feather was stroking her mound. The double sensation sent her into tickle hell, and she knew there was no coming back now.
Ingrid got tired of the left breast jiggling away from her, so she reached out with her left hand and held the breast still, while her right hand used the feather to stroke and tease the skin. She heard that reaction and wondered if Sylvia finally went into the hole. That made her shudder, and she clenched her own ass just thinking about how that would feel. This was such a surreal moment for her. They were both tickling this very rich woman into tears and touching areas of her body that a lot of people would never touch. She felt like she controlled and owned this woman, and it was such a powerful feeling. She disliked a lot of rich ladies. They were usually so egotistical and looked down on people like her and her fellow dancers. To have one screaming in ticklish agony as her body was tickle violated felt really good. She then moved the feather and stroked it across the hard nipple and heard another cackle come out. “hehehe you are in hell!!!” she told her.
Sylvia continued to circle around the hole and loved the reactions she was getting. She saw that hole puckering up and she wanted to make it open up. She knew she would probably have to get a new feather, but she wanted to see if she could get this feather to go inside the hole. She stroked it right across the center area and that seemed to make Phoebe scream louder. The hole opened up and she started to push the feather inside the hole. It was difficult, but it slowly made its way inside the hole. She didn’t get very far because of the feather’s design, but it was inside enough to make a difference. “This will be fun….” she told herself, then started to twirl the feather.
Phoebe felt that object now being pushed inside her body and her brain didn’t even know what to think. It absolutely shocked her that her hole was being feathered and now it was being pushed inside her. Her eyes bugged out from the mere sensation of it going inside and then she felt it twirling. She couldn’t even scream. The feeling was too intense and so overwhelming, her body took a moment to realize what was happening. She felt like everything was frozen in time. She felt things in slow motion as she felt something stroking across her left nipple and something was twirling inside her body. It was a surreal feeling at the moment. Nothing else existed in her world except two very powerful sensations happening at the same time. Then everything came back to reality and the ticklish feelings exploded from the depths of her very soul. “OH GAWD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH” she screamed with great intensity.
Ingrid was stunned by that laughter coming from Phoebe’s mouth. It was very shrill, and it was very intense. She wondered what diabolical thing Sylvia did to the woman’s hole with that feather. She saw the look of sheer terror in Phoebe’s eyes and knew whatever she felt was unlike any other that she felt up to this point. She continued to saw her own feather across the nipple and loved how hard the nipple was. She then moved her feather to the underside of the breast and wanted to play with that delicate skin. She saw Phoebe’s deranged facial expression and she loved it. She had never seen a look like that before and knew it had to be absolute madness that Phoebe was experiencing. This was going to be a moment that she would never forget herself.
Sylvia continued to twirl the feather inside the hole and the sound of that laughter filled her body with joy. She knew she just hit a new level of torture on poor Phoebe, and she wanted to savor it. The way this powerful woman was screaming was going to be in her memory for the rest of her life. She decided that this reaction was the new measuring stick with other victims. Never before did she get this reaction, and she wanted to hit this level each time. The thought of Darby’s hole being feathered motivated her and she kept twirling. She also knew this potion made everything that much worse and she wanted to find the voodoo woman who had it, so she could get her own supply. She looked at the feather twirling and it looked so appealing. She wondered if doing this to a woman’s ass would be just as fun with the pussy. Then she grinned. There was still a very sensitive and very wet pussy still to play with. She felt a tingle between her own legs because they haven’t even gotten to Phoebe’s pleasure center yet. Sylvia giggled to herself knowing that even though Phoebe was surely on the edge of a nervous breakdown, there were still some fun areas to play with. Her eyes then looked down at the bent knees and remembered what was behind her. The thought of the ends of those legs thrilled her because she figured her next tickle target would probably destroy Phoebe. It was one of the greatest weak spots on a woman and she was very confident that when she tickled there, this rich woman would surely lose it. She decided her next tickle target on Phoebe’s body would be……her feet.
Phoebe had no idea how she was still conscious at this point. That feather twirling was excruciatingly ticklish, and it drove her way past her limit. She could feel that twirling inside a very intimate spot and she screamed. The nipple feathering wasn’t helping her either and she felt just how rock hard they were. She could feel the fronds of the feather slowly sliding across her aching nipples and they felt as though they had their own heartbeat as they were thumping away. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. She had no idea how far these women were going to push her. She closed her eyes, and her head slumped as she continued to scream hysterically. She was fading fast and prayed she could just sleep.
Ingrid started to saw the feather a little faster across the nipples and loved how they looked. She licked her own lips and wished she could suck on those buds, but that would require her to take off her mask. She did think about taking it off because Phoebe would have brain fog later and probably would not remember what she looked like. However, she didn’t want to take any chances, and this was part of her operation. She then thought about a way she could take off her mask and enjoy Phoebe. The way Phoebe was tied across the sawhorse, if she were to play with her feet or her pussy, then she could take off her mask and savor those spots. Phoebe wouldn’t see her, and she could truly enjoy feasting on her. The thoughts of Phoebe’s feet came to her mind, and she got excited. This rich woman had been tortured in very intense spots, but they haven’t even touched her feet yet. She really hoped the feet were extra ticklish before the potion was administered. Because if they were, and the potion was flowing through the body, then Phoebe would lose her mind when the feet were touched. The thought of that really got her excited and she looked at Sylvia. She could see how focused she was on feathering that hole. Even though she was personally tortured by the same woman, right now, she had a lot of respect for her because of how she was systematically destroying this rich and powerful woman. “Hehehehe I think she is about to die, or she will have a major orgasm.” she giggled.
Syliva looked towards Ingrid and heard her words. She did see how Phoebe looked so exhausted with her slumping head and figured it was time to give her a break. She wanted Phoebe to somewhat recover because her desire to tickle her feet grew. She slowly pulled the feather out of the hole and looked at it. She started to smile as she twirled it slowly between her fingers. “I don’t think I will be using this feather anymore. Hehehe It now belongs to her ass.” she joked.
Phoebe groaned in agony as finally the feather left her delicate hole. The nipple feathering also ceased and now she started to cry. Her body was completely overwhelmed by the ticklish feelings and the extreme lust she felt. She set her emotions free because she could not take it anymore. What they did to her hole and her nipples was just too much. Her body felt like it was on fire and any touch on her skin would probably decimate her. She felt how hot her face was and knew she looked like a total mess. She realized that she was pushed too far and really prayed this was finally over. “Please….no more….sob stop torturing me…sob I can’t take it anymore…I really sob can’t take it anymore….” she cried.
Sylvia had a smirk on her face as she heard the sobbing. It felt really good to know this woman was a complete wreck and she wasn’t even done with her yet. It was amazing how effective the potion’s effects were, and she started to love it even more. She then came from behind Phoebe and went near her head, next to Ingrid. She once again grabbed Phoebe’s hair on the crown of the head and forcefully pulled the head up, so she could look at that face. She could see how red the face was, and how wet the eyes were. She could see tears streaming down her cheeks and heard those cries. She knew Phoebe was broken at this moment, but she did not care. She wanted to keep pushing her until she broke, perhaps forever. She wondered if she broke her, would she remember any of it. She wanted to see if she could make Phoebe feel like a helpless victim for the rest of her life. “You look so sad, Phoebe. What’s the matter? Tell me what’s wrong?” she asked sarcastically.
Phoebe felt her head pulled up and she felt so helpless. She continued to cry as she was overwhelmed and just wanted to leave this horrible place. It was without a doubt the second worst day of her life. The first day was when her mother abandoned her to be tortured, so that her mother could escape and save her own skin. Right now, this was all about her physical suffering and no one was coming to help her. She was so tired, yet felt so horny and her body was tingling, it made her really start to break down. Then she heard Sylvia’s questions and that made her cry harder. This woman was mocking her, and she couldn’t stop her. She felt her dignity slipping away at the moment and she did not care. She wanted this torture to stop. “Please sob no more tickling….I really sob can’t take it anymore. Please…sob have mercy on my soul.” she cried.
“Hehehe interesting choice of words. Have mercy on your soul? Hmmm….I don’t think we will. We will visit your sole though, so this should be fun. You are mine, Phoebe Wellington. Your days of being powerful are over. You are MY bitch now and will forever be. Now, let me get back to business. I suggest you get some air because I have a feeling what I do next, you will never forget for the rest of your pathetic life.” Sylvia threatened, then let go of the hair and saw the head immediately slumped down. She continued to hear the cries, and she smiled. She looked over at Ingrid and nodded her head. “I think it is time we visit…..her soles. Hehehe” she told her.
Ingrid grew really happy once Sylvia told her they were about to go to Phoebe’s feet. She absolutely loved tickling a woman’s feet and now with this woman completely destroyed at the moment, tickling the feet was going to be extra special. She saw Sylvia walking over to the right side of Phoebe’s body, so she headed towards the left. She made her way to the left foot resting on that crate, with the sole upturned. She felt giddy and looked forward to tickling that left foot. She saw the narrow sole, with the nice arch and the nice toes. The skin looked really soft and supple, and she got on her knees, so she could get a closer look. Her eyes saw the creamy skin and she saw the “print” lines on the skin. She saw the toes slightly wiggle and she felt so excited. She looked over at Sylvia and saw she was in position as well. “Her foot looks so good! In fact, they look…..delicious.” she told her.
“I bet they are. I do know this, she will lose her damn mind when we touch this foot. I got a feeling these pampered feet are going to be the end of her. I bet she will remember this, even with the potion attempting to make her brain forget. She is going to scream. She is going to beg. She is going to cry. But you know what? I don’t care. Let’s have some fun.” Sylvia told her companion and then looked at the helpless right foot. She saw the toes slightly moving and the foot looked so nice. It looked like it was going to be really ticklish, and she wanted to have her way with it. She looked over at Ingrid and was stunned. She saw the woman taking off her mask and now she could see her face. She wondered why she took it off because she had it the entire time. “Hey, you are taking off your mask?” she asked.
Ingrid got her mask off and set it to the side on the ground. She licked her lips because she wanted to devour this foot. She wanted to not only tickle it, but to taste it as well. She was sexually charged up herself and just wanted to indulge in feasting on the foot. Normally when she tickled victims, she couldn’t take off the mask, but now, since Phoebe could not see her because of the way she was tied, she could experiment and have some fun. She knew her other dancers loved to lick and worship the feet of those victims, and she wanted to do the same. She looked over at Sylvia and smiled. “Yeah, I wanted to lick her foot. Hehehe I bet it really does taste good.” she grinned.
“Ok then. Enjoy!” Sylvia said, then looked back at the right foot. She could still hear Phoebe sobbing away and felt her own nipples tingling. She knew that crying was about to stop, and that beautiful hysterical laughter was going to echo throughout this entire abandoned barn. She took the tip of her left index finger and placed it on the heel. She was already loving it because her finger sank into the tender flesh. She then quickly zipped her finger down the length of the sole, going from that tender heel to that very soft arch, and off the ball of the foot and the undersides of the toes. She saw the toes immediately crunch together and she smiled. “Hmmmm….ticklish?” she joked.
Phoebe felt that stroke on the bottom of her foot and she stopped crying as her brain registered what happened. She felt that finger quickly stroking her right foot, and those ticklish sensations immediately bubbled up. That put great fear in her because now she knew what they were going to tickle next. Her feet. Her precious feet were trapped and now they were going to torture her. Her feet were always highly ticklish, and with her feeling extremely responsive, she feared she might not survive this. “NOOOOOOOO!!!! NOT THERE!!!!! ANYTHING BUT THERE!!!! DO NOT TICKLE MY FEET!!!! PLEASE!!! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DO NOT TICKLE MY FEET!!!!” she screamed in sheer desperation.
“Sounds like, she IS ticklish! Perfect...” Ingrid smiled. She then started to lightly flutter her fingers down the length of the left sole and immediately felt that foot squirming and the hysterical screaming had already started. Her eyes went wide with excitement because the feet were definitely a very sensitive spot. She felt herself swooning because the fun of torturing Phoebe was about to hit another level. She continued to flutter her fingers up and down the sole and she did like how soft the skin was. The rich woman definitely pampered her feet, and it would be the end of her for sure.
Sylvia saw Ingrid lightly fluttering her fingers down the left sole, so she started to slowly stroke that index finger down the right foot. She loved how her finger easily pressed into the flesh and the reactions she was getting excited her. She noticed that when her finger went into the arch, the foot got really stiff, and the screaming got louder. She then stroked her finger in a circular motion on the ball of the foot, and she loved it. Ticklish feet were always fun. Every time she tickled some feet, there was such an erotic thrill for her. She moved her finger towards the instep area and heard another powerful ticklish squeal. She wanted to explore the foot, touching spots to determine which one would drive Phoebe the craziest. Her finger then went across the base of the toes and another horrific squeal came out. “Hmmmm….I can’t tell which spot is the worst on her foot. I guess I have to keep exploring.
UP NEXT: Phoebe is finished, Sylvia finds a new target and La Diabla learns the most painful news
Ok folks, how did you like this one? Phoebe went through a lot, and yet, it was so erotic. hahaha This next chapter will be where things really take off! I hope you are enjoying this journey so far. Your comments are most welcomed and appreciated.
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