Here's another entry in the Monster Hunter Tickling series. As always, feel free to go back and read previous entries in the series if you enjoy monster girls with supernatural powers getting into ticklish situations, but it isn't necessary. None of the stories share anything other than a common setting.
The setting of this one is inspired by anubis111's The Cackling Club and Tysuio's Shoppe series for my own fantastical take on a tickling shop.
Other Monster Hunter Tickling Stories:
Newbie's First Hunt
Bad Boss
Frightful Reflections
Smell the Flowers
Prison Break
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‘And this guest wrote ‘I was miserable from beginning to end’... The hell does that even mean? I swear, no matter how many of these guest feedback forms I read through I can never figure out what they’re trying to say. Half the time they mean exactly what they say and the other half good is bad and bad is good. It’s exasperating. Maybe I should have them fill out little stars or something to show how happy they were with their stay.’ Miesha leaned back in her chair and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her fingers. She looked at the stack of papers in the IN box on her desk in despair. Her steady effort had resulted in the pile of paperwork she needed to sign off on and customer feedback forms she needed to read through from insanity-inducingly huge to simply soul-crushingly large, but her secretary stopping by to deliver the latest batch had reset it to being even bigger than it’d been at the start of the day. A sigh escaped Miesha’s lips that was soon followed by a loud thunk courtesy of her forehead slamming into her solid oak desk.
“What the hell… This isn’t how it was supposed to be at all,” Miesha groaned. A rhythmic thumping sound filled her office as she raised her head only to send her forehead softly knocking against the desk over and over again. The snow maiden had made her way down from the icy wasteland she called home with the intention of building a prison. She’d long had dreams of owning her own little slice of hell where her inmates were sadistically tortured for her amusement. Its austere stone halls were supposed to reverberate with the agonized screams of laughter of women being ticklishly abused day in and day out punctuated by wails and sobs of despair from those awaiting when the torture would inevitably resume. A shiver of joy would run down her spine imagining the fear on the faces of her newest shipment of prisoners as she led them around to take in the sight of their fellow inmates having their worst spots tickled for a minimum of 16 hours a day right before they were dragged off to their own torture chambers to join them.
What she hadn’t been expecting was for so many people to love being tickle tortured. She’d barely finished negotiations to take over the island’s little sheriff’s office when she’d had humans and monster girls alike knocking on her door to ask if she was selling sessions. She couldn’t keep a cell vacant. There had been a waiting list taller than she was of girls signing up to spend a night being subjected to her tickling machines and pet monsters or, for an extra price, to have Miesha herself torture them to the best of her abilities.
In a sense, it’d all played out like she’d wanted. She’d used the proceeds to expand the building from a couple holding cells to owning every usable plot of land on the island. The most sadistic and ruthless ticklers she could find had been sailed in from all over to serve as her torturers, and just like she’d hoped they’d helped make the place infamous even on the mainland for putting their charges through mind breaking games that continued on well past when they were screaming their safe words. It was just that instead of running a monolithic prison complex tickling women against their wills she was now the owner of a prison-themed seaside resort for masochists.
“Ma’am, if I may, it’s almost time for the Prison Break to start. You should get dressed if you want to have a chance of wearing anything at all through it.” Miesha glanced up. She’d been so busy moping that she hadn’t heard her secretary Alina enter the room. The voluptuous blue-haired woman wore little more than thin rags around her breasts and hips that made it abundantly clear that she didn’t have any underwear on. Even the clipboard she typically carried around did a better job of concealing her privates than the slave “outfit” she’d settled on wearing for these events. Despite her own lack of attire, Alina had a pair of jeans and t-shirt draped over her arm.
“Right, right…” Miesha once again sighed. The snow maiden stood up, walked around her desk, and took the proffered clothes. Not bothering to even shoo her secretary out of the room, she stripped down and obediently wiggled into the tiny black side-tie panties, tight blue jeans, and loose midriff exposing white tank top. “What, I don’t get a bra?” she complained.
“And deny everyone getting to see these beauties bounce around as you try to run away?” Alina giggled with a quick jab at Miesha’s E-cup breasts. Miesha shied away with a giggle and rolled her eyes. Providing that sort of service was the absolute last thing she wanted to give her customers, but it begrudgingly fit well with the theme of the event they were holding today. The theme of course being to give customers who normally spent their entire stays here being tortured out of their minds the service of getting the opportunity to toy with her body as they wished.
Prison Breaks were a special event her resort held every couple months. For one day and one day only, guests who had built up enough membership points from frequent stays at the resort were invited back in for a day of getting no-holds-barred payback on their tormentors. The staff of the resort wasn’t allowed to fight back as the women they’d enjoyed tickling as part of their jobs hunted them down for revenge. And standing as the grand prizes for the event was Miesha herself, the proud snow maiden who was normally never available to be tickled outside of a Prison Break.
Miesha knew that she’d be a prime target even if she wasn’t the owner of the island. She boasted a sharp face, grey hair that came down to the small of her back, and icy blue eyes that frequently had girls complimenting her for how cool she looked, no pun intended. Miesha had heard many of the guests admit that they fantasized about spending a night with her that was a little more pleasurable than normal, which she’d probably be more inclined to give a try if the majority of said fantasizes didn’t have her being mercilessly gang tickled from beginning to end as a necessary detail. While the snow maiden could understand that a good number of girls enjoyed that sort of thing, it was quite literally what her business catered towards, it sounded like the absolute worst possible way to spend a night in her opinion.
Once she was done dressing, the snow maiden stuck her head out of her office door to look around. Yet another sigh escaped from her lips. Girls in badly shredded prison garb were merrily chatting with women in dominatrix gear. Some of the “prisoners” were stretching and doing light warm ups in preparation for chasing the resort staff around the island. Others were jotting down notes as the dominatrixes spilled all of their coworkers’ weaknesses and most hated ways of being tickled. Where was the screaming? The howls of dozens of voices being forced to laugh long past the point of their faces aching and their lungs feeling like they were on fire? The sobbing of prisoners overcome with despair? It wasn’t just that there was a plushy red carpet running in between cells that were far too comfortably decked out to be real torture chambers, it was too gods damned happy in here for the sadistic snow maiden.
A loud bell tolled in the distance, jolting Miesha out of her brooding. All around her the dominatrixes were taking off sprinting every which way with the prisoners watching them with sadistic looks of anticipation.
“See you when it’s over!” Alina called over her shoulder with a light wave. Her blue-haired secretary had shouldered past her and taken off down the nearest staircase as fast as her feet could carry her. Her massive breasts had already managed to bounce their way out of the rags she was wearing. The snow maiden kicked herself. She’d spent so long moping over the state of her resort that she hadn’t been watching the time at all. Precious seconds of the head start that that bell had signaled were lost because she was too busy looking around to react to it. She shook her head and started running.
And not a moment too soon at that. Miesha had barely gotten down a few corridors when the bell tolled again. Prisoners came flooding out of the cells all around her. The chase was on. The snow maiden dipped and dodged, nimbly evading grasping hands trying to restrain her. Putting on a burst of speed, Miesha sprinted as hard as she could to put some distance between herself and the resort guests. As tempting as it was to take the shortest route to the exit, she made a point of making a detour. It wasn’t like the staff were the only ones who knew the fastest way out of the building, anyone who visited the island had access to a map of the place. It was all too easy for the prisoners to lay in wait along the shortest routes and ambush anyone who ran past.
“What!?” Miesha yelped in surprise. ‘Since when was there a wall here!?’ she mentally screamed. Miesha knew the resort like it was the back of her hand, and she could’ve sworn that the hallways she’d just turned into didn’t have a brick wall smack dab in the middle of it. The grey-haired snow maiden whirled around and gulped. Emerging out of a nearby room was a woman in tattered prisoner’s garb.
“Lorelei, at your service,” the prisoner greeted herself with a small curtsy. Lorelei wasn’t a terribly large woman, roughly 5’4” by Miesha’s estimate. She had long, finely formed legs, well defined hips, and nicely rounded C-cup breasts. Long kelp green hair that reached her shoulder blades hung around a face the snow maiden would’ve described as innocent looking if the woman in question hadn’t been in the middle of leering at her with a nasty sneer spread across her face. “Nobody is allowed to use their powers once the bells have rung, but there’s nothing saying girls with the power to manipulate stone couldn’t block off all but a few possible escape paths before the game even starts,” Lorelei explained, having apparently noticed Miesha’s confusion at the unexpected renovations to her resort.
“...An obvious oversight. I think I’ll have to prohibit making unapproved changes to the floorplan from here on out,” Miesha snarked back. Her hand swung back to slap the palm of her hand against the brick wall behind her. The temperature of the hallways immediately began to plummet. The snow maiden’s blue eyes took on an otherworldly glow as a wave of ice spread out across the stone around her hand. Ice crystal started to form in the air around her as she applied more and more of her power to freezing everything in her immediate surroundings.
“Uh uh uh,” Lorelei tsked with a wave of her finger, completely unfazed by the display of power. Her smile had somehow managed to grow even nastier. “Isn’t the staff not allowed to fight back until the bell chimes again? It was a rule you made yourself if I recall. Not like it’d do you any good in this case. I’m a mermaid from the Deep, I’m used to the cold at the bottom of the ocean. It’s not like making it a little chilly here would even slow me down.” Lorelei allowed the faint outline of a fish’s tail to form around her shapely legs for a few seconds as proof of her race.
Miesha felt her heart plummet at the reminder. It was in fact a rule she’d come up with after the very first Prison Break. There’d been an incident where a guest had been injured in one of her torturer’s desperation to avoid spending the rest of the day being tickle tortured. Any who broke the rule would find themselves taking a walking tour of every torture chamber on the resort and be subjected to the whims of the mistresses who ran them. Just because she was the owner didn’t mean she was exempt from the rule. The grey-haired snow maiden had no choice but to put her hands up in surrender and allow Lorelei to cuff her wrists and ankles together.
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Miesha was carried down to the lower basements of the resort to what was commonly referred to as the Aquarium. The Aquarium was a torture chamber purpose built for replicating the various methods pirates and slavers tortured their victims with while out on the ocean. Its nickname came from the various fish tanks of all shapes and sizes that gave its victims a preview of what ticklish torments were going to be used on them throughout their stay there.
The room itself had a large fish tank installed underneath it that could be viewed through the thick glass floor. Miesha's captor carried her over to a lightly padded section of the floor surrounded by rows of padded manacles and stocks. Try as she might to struggle away, Miesha couldn't fight back as Lorelei undid the cuffs around her ankles and wrestled her feet into the stocks. Her wrists were similarly forced above her head into the manacles. Once the mermaid had her bound, she wasted no time in pulling off her tanktop and jeans in order to leave her in only her lacy black side-tie panties. The bound snow maiden shivered, not because of the cold floor, but in fear. She knew all too well what particular torture accompanied her choice of bondage.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this," Lorelei purred. She wasted no time in kneeling down to start lightly dancing her nails all over Miesha's tummy. The bound snow maiden went stiff as a board and bit her lip in an attempt to keep the building giggles from pouring out. She fully expected the attack to increase in intensity, but to her surprise her tormentor kept up the same light pokes, strokes, and squeezes that never forced her above the a giggle.
'She’s planning to take me apart slowly,' Miesha realized. Her heart sank at the thought. It wasn't like she wanted the tickling to grow worse, but her pride stung at the idea that the sadistic green-haired woman was going to enjoy breaking her over time. Having her tormentor tickle torture her until she was dancing to their tune was always exponentially worse than if they just forced her to scream herself hoarse, especially when she knew beyond all doubt that they were going to subject her to intense torture once their games were done anyways.
Lorelei's expert teasing was maddening. The sadistic mermaid gently traced the tips of her nails all over her tummy, tap danced around her pantiline down to her thighs, then doubled back to swoop her nails up her taut sides on their way up to massaging each individual rib. Once the hands reached her armpits they lightly fluttered around the outer rims before hopping down to scratch at her E-cup breasts. There they stayed, flicking, stroking, and fluttering all over her giant melons. By the end of it Miesha was a wreck. She couldn't keep herself from instinctively flinching and bucking at the infuriatingly light tickles. A steady stream of giggling flew from her mouth despite her best attempts to keep it in check.
"You really are just too adorable," Lorelei teased. The black-hearted mermaid leaned in to accentuate her taunt by kissing her victim's unwillingly stiffening nipples. Miesha gasped and bucked with shock. Feeling those soft lips make contact with her nipples so a tongue could briefly, expertly wrap around the engorged areola almost broke her. She wished Lorelei would've kept doing it. If the only torture she had to suffer throughout the day was having her partner be a little bit mean while sexually pleasuring her, it’d be worth throwing away her dignity to beg however Lorelei wanted. It was a far better alternative to seeing her tormentor stop in favor of standing up and walking down to her feet. The bound grey-haired snow maiden went rigid seeing her tormentor grab a navy blue bottle standing on the table and begin to pump a heaping helping of a dark amber cream into her waiting hand.
"I’ve always been a huge fan of this torture chamber in particular,” Lorelei idly commented as she kneeled down to start massaging the cream into Miesha’s baby soft feet. “It really is a completely different world down there in the Deep. Barely anyone up here on the surface has even heard of the ticklish threats that lie waiting at the bottom of the ocean, so I really appreciate that you made a room dedicated to giving these girls a taste of just how badly they could be tickled if they ever came down to visit.” The grey-haired hotel owner quivered in terror. For all that she hated being toyed with, she'd been desperately praying that they'd hold off on this particular torture for much later. She clenched her toes shut as hard as possible in an attempt to keep the hyper-sensitive area between her toes from getting coated. All it earned her was Lorelei grabbing a set of toes with one hand and lightly scratching the nails of her other hand against the balls of her feet until she was forced to relax her toes, then thoroughly coating the area anyways.
"Oh god, not this! Stop! Stop stop stohop stohohoHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEASE! NYOHOT THIHEHEHEHEHIS! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PUHULL ME OUT HOHOHOHOHO! PUHUHUHULL MEHEHEHE OHOHOHOHOUT! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Miesha burst out begging and screaming when Lorelei undid a latch on the glass panel her feet were attached to. Free from the lock holding it up, the latch swung down into the fishtank below with her feet being dragged along for the ride. The oil Lorelei had covered her feet in was a special kelp extract that prevented bare skin from shriveling up even after spending an extended time underwater mixed with several ingredients fish found irresistible. The moment Miesha's feet entered the water all of the fish in the tank started swarming over her tender soles looking for a bite.
Miesha's peals of laughter reverberated through the halls, and she thrashed in her bondage as hard as she could. The fish in the tank were bred solely for their ability to tickle. She could feel lips kissing every available space on her soles with each bite. Eels specially bred to have rough skin were swimming in circles to brush up against her bound soles leaving little explosions of agony marking their passage. Even worse than that were the bumpy tentacles and underwater snakes sawing in between her toes, easily her worst spot, to exploit the sensitive webbing in between. Miesha howled with maddened laughter through it all and struggled so hard that Lorelei had to straddle her waist to pin her down in the name of keeping her from hurting herself. The assault on her feet was too varied to keep track. Each sensation was too wildly different and, since she couldn’t see her feet at all, changed up too unpredictably for her to predict how any given section of her foot was going to feel from second to second. Not being able to brace herself in the slightest for how the foot tickling would continue filled Miesha with an overwhelming sense of helplessness that made it tickle all the worse.
It was barely 5 minutes before Lorelei yanked on a chain to drag the panel back up, using a long brush to simultaneously knock the fish away and get in some tickling of her own, but to Miesha it felt like a lifetime. She lay gasping for breath trying to recover from the ordeal when Lorelei walked back around to leer down at her. The mermaid had grabbed a thin, rainbow colored piece of coral that had been shaved down into a thin rod off of a nearby table.
"Now what would you give to have me not do that again?" The mermaid made it clear just what she wanted by sitting on her knees and extending the coral rod to rub against her crotch through her panties. The helpless snow maiden grit her teeth in frustration.
'So that's why this bitch didn't strip me naked immediately,' she belatedly realized. Lorelei didn't want to just make her suffer, she wanted the power trip of making her debase and humiliate herself for her amusement. She looked away in defiance and winced hearing a faint humming sound fill the air in response.
"TeheheheHEHEHE! Stohohop thahat. No! I wohohohn't! EEEK! STOP! STOHOHOHOHAP!" Miesha' laughter and pleas for mercy once again filled the air feeling the hard stick get pressed against her side right above her hip. The coral rod was a made from a species that would start vibrating if rubbed energetically enough. The resort harvested from the nearby ocean to be cut into shapes appropriate for use as torture tools. Lorelei was tracing the vibrating rod all over Miesha's quivering tummy in a large circle that slowly closed in on her bellybutton. When the stick finally reached her waiting bellybutton, the mermaid wasted no time to plunge it in. Miesha shrieked with laughter. Her tummy and bellybutton weren't all too ticklish by comparison, but feeling the thin stick vibrating against the inner walls of her bellybutton was still enough to make her throw her head back and guffaw with deep belly laughs. She twisted every which way in an attempt to dislodge the evil little tool, but Lorelei simply loosened her arm so she could effortlessly follow her around no matter how she squirmed. After a couple seconds the mermaid pressed her knee against Miesha's thighs to pin her down and took the stick away.
"Come now, you're a smart girl. Which would you rather have, more nasty tickles," the stick was reinserted into Miesha's bellybutton again for a second to make her squeal, "or me being nice to you?" The stick changed jumped from her bellybutton to be firmly pressed against her crotch through her panties. She instinctively gasped and bucked, trying her best to squirm away from the unwanted pleasure. Lorelei wouldn’t have any of it. The mermaid sat on her thighs to pin her legs down and insistently pressed the stick against her panties. At the same time her free hand danced all over Miesha’s stomach, sides, waist, and groin, causing the snow maiden to splutter with giggles in between her moans.
Miesha wanted to cry. It was a completely different type of hell from before. Compared to the intense suffering that was having her feet dumped in the fishtank it barely tickled at all, but being so cruelly sexually abused was horrible in its own right. Lorelei would use the vibrating coral to force her to cum, then ruined each orgasm by dropping the stick to use long nails to tickle all over underarms, breasts, ribs, sides, stomach, and bellybutton. Each orgasm felt worse than the last. She wasn’t given any time to recover in between when the ticklish punishment ended and the stick came back to force her to cum again. It was getting increasingly difficult to think straight enough through the haze of multiple orgasms and tickling to do much more than incoherently babble for mercy, much less consider not giving in to her tormentor’s wishes to be a good idea.
“Do it!” Miesha panickedly screamed feeling the coral come back to be pressed against her aching crotch for what felt like the hundredth time.
"I'm sorry, do what exactly? I can't help you if you don't make it clear what you want me to do." Lorelei cruelly pressed the vibrating stick in even harder with a sadistic smile on her face.
"...I-I-I w-want you to take off m-my p-panties," Miesha sobbed. Lorelei made a show of scratching her head in mock confusion.
"And why would you want that? What possible reason would you want another girl to take off your panties when you're all tied up?" Miesha's choked back tears of shame for falling for her torturer's leading questions. She'd played this game too many times with her guests to not know exactly what the mermaid wanted her to say. But at this point she was desperate for the torture to stop. Whatever she had to say was worth even the smallest chance that Lorelei would stop once she was satisfied.
"I want you... to take off my panties... and fuck my dirty pussy," she managed to choke out. Lorelei wiggled the the still vibrating coral at her with a sweet smile, prodding her to continue. "I want you to... fuck me with that stick... and make me cum like the ***** I am." Tears of shame and mortification were streaming down Miesha's face by the end. Hearing the jeering laughter from her tormentor cemented in her misery.
"Well why didn't you just say so?" Lorelei gleefully taunted. The mermaid reached down to grab the two thin strings tied in neat bows at Miesha’s waist. A quick tug was all it took to remove the last bit of protection the bound snow maiden had been afforded. "But I don’t think just using this stick on you would satisfy me. It isn’t personal enough.” Miesha’s eyes went wide seeing the pair of items Lorelei grabbed off of the table. The snow maiden screamed in fear seeing her tormentor turn around to show her the pair of starfish she held in her hands.
It was a common myth that mermaids wore starfish in place of bras. What was surprisingly rarely known was that the little sea creatures were actually considered the worst torture tool available in mermaid culture. Mermaids like Lorelei were often blessed with sizable endowments, but that came at the cost of universally having the most ticklish breasts and nipples in the world. Their starfish were specially bred tickling monsters. Having one of those cling to their breasts meant the mermaid in question had to endure a non-stop hell of having their ultra ticklish nipples teased around the clock. Once the starfish had someone in their grasp it was incredibly difficult to get them off. They would continue to tickle their victims until they’d eaten their fill of the unfortunate woman’s laughter, which could be anywhere from hours to days of merciless nipple teasing if the girl was unfortunate.
Miesha's screams and pleas for Lorelei to stop soon transformed into bloodcurdling howls of laughter when the woman carefully placed the starfish over her nipples. Even having heard the rumors, she'd completely underestimated how bad it would be to undergo it herself. The insides of the marine animals' mouths were lined with countless tiny feathers that swirled around and brushed against her swollen nipples from every conceivable angle. Each suction cup lining their arms was setting off little electric shocks that made the whole of her quivering chest tingle with ticklish sensations.
Not content with just that level of suffering from her victim, Lorelei went in for the killing blow. The second item she had taken off of the table was sets of vibrating coral toe ties. Miesha had always resented that keeping her guests’ toes stretched taut with toe ties meant her torturers no longer had access to their sensitive toes, so she’d had lengths of coral cut into the shape of toe separators. They were designed to hook onto the stocks so whoever was unfortunate enough to be trapped in them had to endure the vibrating coral buzzing in between their toes at the same time their ticklers worked over the rest of their taut feet.
Miesha went completely berserk. Animalistic howls of suffering poured out of her mouth. Once all of her toys were in place Lorelei had taken up position in between her legs to start eating her out. Miesha’s body went rigid feeling the tongue and mouth coax one orgasm after another out of her without any time to rest in between. Being forced to cum like that pushed her body to the limits of its sensitivity. Countless fish pecking and swimming against her feet, the coral vibrating between her toes, and the starfish working over her breasts that had all already tickled too much for her to take now were so overwhelming that she couldn't even form the words to beg anymore. The need to laugh out prioritized even breathing, forcing the hysterical snow maiden into fits of silent laughter until she had no choice but to take in enough air to start screaming again.
It was simply too much to stand. The horrible ticklish sensations completely dominated her world. They smashed against her brain to drive out every sensation other than pure, unadulterated agony. The proud resort owner was reduced to little more than a hyper-ticklish lump of flesh for her "inmate" to toy with as she saw fit, and the mermaid was certainly having enough fun with her to continue doing so well past the point that she was capable of even processing how she was being tortured anymore.
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Miesha lay recovering in her bed. It'd been a few days since the Prison Break had ended, but she still felt sore. Lorelei had been utterly ruthless in torturing her not only until the bell rang to signal the end of the event, but until the staff had physically pried her away.
"Come on, up and at 'em. Can't lay around all day if you feel like getting any better." The snow maiden's attempts to rest were interrupted by the door opening. She peeked out from under her covers to glare at Alina for barging into her room. Attempting to hide back under the sheets didn't spare her from feeling a pair of hands grab her shoulder to start shaking her.
"Get up. You need to at least walk around if you ever want the muscle pain to stop. I'll give you a massage afterwards, okay?" Alina cajoled. Miesha sighed in defeat. She knew the busty human girl was right, though that didn't make trying to walk when every step made her legs twinge in protest any less unpleasant. She threw off the sheets and stuck out her hand for her secretary to help her stand up.
The pair walked hand in hand throughout the resort, as much so they could support each other in case walking got too hard as so they could both enjoy some of the first skin-to-skin contact in recent memory that didn't tickle. Miesha broke out grinning when they passed a window overlooking the main entrance.
Down below was Lorelei bound standing to a wooden pole. Her wrists were bound by lengths of rope attached to the top of the pole while her legs were kept separated by a spreader bar tied to her ankles. The mermaid had been stripped naked, blindfolded, gagged, and positioned such that she'd be the very first thing new arrivals off the boat would see. As revenge for continuing to abuse her for several hours after the Prison Break was over, Miesha had “awarded” Lorelei a week’s free stay at the resort. The sadistic mermaid had spent the few days tied up in the courtyard with starfish attached to her nipples, vibrating coral taped inside her pussy, and a sign saying new arrivals were free to tickle her as much as they wanted, which every guest so far had been happy to take advantage of even when the mermaid was too exhausted to laugh. The grey-haired snow maiden figured even the most masochistic of her guests would think twice before ignoring the bell signalling it was time to stop with an example like this.
"See? It all works out in the end," Alina commented after following her gaze. "Sales spiked the moment it was all over, just like they always do. People are already jumping to sign up for enough nights to qualify for the next one."
"Mmm." Miesha answered with a noncommittal grunt. While getting revenge always made her feel a little better, she wasn't exactly happy that she was the number one priority target every time they held the event. Getting more guests was barely a consolation prize if it meant it’d be all the harder to avoid being tickled like that again when the next one rolled around.
Still, she had to admit that it was proving effective as a marketing tactic. She still didn't appreciate that she'd somehow ended up running a resort instead of a prison, but there was something gratifying about seeing new customers flock in every day all the same.
"I guess you're right," Miesha said after taking a bit of time to think about it. "Every Prison Break event so far has been a big PR boost. There's no reason to stop hosting them until they stop being profitable."
"So I guess we're going to have to schedule another one in the future," Alina said. Miesha glanced over at her. Normally, having the blue-haired beauty smile at her was a source of joy. The fact that this one was over scheduling a time to have her tortured again meant that it was one of the few exceptions. She gave the girl's hand a light squeeze as affirmation, then went back to enjoying the sight of Lorelei feebly twitch over the umpteenth hour of having the starfish working over her excruciatingly sensitive melons while the coral brought her to yet another knee-weakening orgasm. The next Prison Break was still firmly in the future. She might as well enjoy all the perks of running her resort in the meantime.
The setting of this one is inspired by anubis111's The Cackling Club and Tysuio's Shoppe series for my own fantastical take on a tickling shop.
Other Monster Hunter Tickling Stories:
Newbie's First Hunt
Bad Boss
Frightful Reflections
Smell the Flowers
Prison Break
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‘And this guest wrote ‘I was miserable from beginning to end’... The hell does that even mean? I swear, no matter how many of these guest feedback forms I read through I can never figure out what they’re trying to say. Half the time they mean exactly what they say and the other half good is bad and bad is good. It’s exasperating. Maybe I should have them fill out little stars or something to show how happy they were with their stay.’ Miesha leaned back in her chair and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her fingers. She looked at the stack of papers in the IN box on her desk in despair. Her steady effort had resulted in the pile of paperwork she needed to sign off on and customer feedback forms she needed to read through from insanity-inducingly huge to simply soul-crushingly large, but her secretary stopping by to deliver the latest batch had reset it to being even bigger than it’d been at the start of the day. A sigh escaped Miesha’s lips that was soon followed by a loud thunk courtesy of her forehead slamming into her solid oak desk.
“What the hell… This isn’t how it was supposed to be at all,” Miesha groaned. A rhythmic thumping sound filled her office as she raised her head only to send her forehead softly knocking against the desk over and over again. The snow maiden had made her way down from the icy wasteland she called home with the intention of building a prison. She’d long had dreams of owning her own little slice of hell where her inmates were sadistically tortured for her amusement. Its austere stone halls were supposed to reverberate with the agonized screams of laughter of women being ticklishly abused day in and day out punctuated by wails and sobs of despair from those awaiting when the torture would inevitably resume. A shiver of joy would run down her spine imagining the fear on the faces of her newest shipment of prisoners as she led them around to take in the sight of their fellow inmates having their worst spots tickled for a minimum of 16 hours a day right before they were dragged off to their own torture chambers to join them.
What she hadn’t been expecting was for so many people to love being tickle tortured. She’d barely finished negotiations to take over the island’s little sheriff’s office when she’d had humans and monster girls alike knocking on her door to ask if she was selling sessions. She couldn’t keep a cell vacant. There had been a waiting list taller than she was of girls signing up to spend a night being subjected to her tickling machines and pet monsters or, for an extra price, to have Miesha herself torture them to the best of her abilities.
In a sense, it’d all played out like she’d wanted. She’d used the proceeds to expand the building from a couple holding cells to owning every usable plot of land on the island. The most sadistic and ruthless ticklers she could find had been sailed in from all over to serve as her torturers, and just like she’d hoped they’d helped make the place infamous even on the mainland for putting their charges through mind breaking games that continued on well past when they were screaming their safe words. It was just that instead of running a monolithic prison complex tickling women against their wills she was now the owner of a prison-themed seaside resort for masochists.
“Ma’am, if I may, it’s almost time for the Prison Break to start. You should get dressed if you want to have a chance of wearing anything at all through it.” Miesha glanced up. She’d been so busy moping that she hadn’t heard her secretary Alina enter the room. The voluptuous blue-haired woman wore little more than thin rags around her breasts and hips that made it abundantly clear that she didn’t have any underwear on. Even the clipboard she typically carried around did a better job of concealing her privates than the slave “outfit” she’d settled on wearing for these events. Despite her own lack of attire, Alina had a pair of jeans and t-shirt draped over her arm.
“Right, right…” Miesha once again sighed. The snow maiden stood up, walked around her desk, and took the proffered clothes. Not bothering to even shoo her secretary out of the room, she stripped down and obediently wiggled into the tiny black side-tie panties, tight blue jeans, and loose midriff exposing white tank top. “What, I don’t get a bra?” she complained.
“And deny everyone getting to see these beauties bounce around as you try to run away?” Alina giggled with a quick jab at Miesha’s E-cup breasts. Miesha shied away with a giggle and rolled her eyes. Providing that sort of service was the absolute last thing she wanted to give her customers, but it begrudgingly fit well with the theme of the event they were holding today. The theme of course being to give customers who normally spent their entire stays here being tortured out of their minds the service of getting the opportunity to toy with her body as they wished.
Prison Breaks were a special event her resort held every couple months. For one day and one day only, guests who had built up enough membership points from frequent stays at the resort were invited back in for a day of getting no-holds-barred payback on their tormentors. The staff of the resort wasn’t allowed to fight back as the women they’d enjoyed tickling as part of their jobs hunted them down for revenge. And standing as the grand prizes for the event was Miesha herself, the proud snow maiden who was normally never available to be tickled outside of a Prison Break.
Miesha knew that she’d be a prime target even if she wasn’t the owner of the island. She boasted a sharp face, grey hair that came down to the small of her back, and icy blue eyes that frequently had girls complimenting her for how cool she looked, no pun intended. Miesha had heard many of the guests admit that they fantasized about spending a night with her that was a little more pleasurable than normal, which she’d probably be more inclined to give a try if the majority of said fantasizes didn’t have her being mercilessly gang tickled from beginning to end as a necessary detail. While the snow maiden could understand that a good number of girls enjoyed that sort of thing, it was quite literally what her business catered towards, it sounded like the absolute worst possible way to spend a night in her opinion.
Once she was done dressing, the snow maiden stuck her head out of her office door to look around. Yet another sigh escaped from her lips. Girls in badly shredded prison garb were merrily chatting with women in dominatrix gear. Some of the “prisoners” were stretching and doing light warm ups in preparation for chasing the resort staff around the island. Others were jotting down notes as the dominatrixes spilled all of their coworkers’ weaknesses and most hated ways of being tickled. Where was the screaming? The howls of dozens of voices being forced to laugh long past the point of their faces aching and their lungs feeling like they were on fire? The sobbing of prisoners overcome with despair? It wasn’t just that there was a plushy red carpet running in between cells that were far too comfortably decked out to be real torture chambers, it was too gods damned happy in here for the sadistic snow maiden.
A loud bell tolled in the distance, jolting Miesha out of her brooding. All around her the dominatrixes were taking off sprinting every which way with the prisoners watching them with sadistic looks of anticipation.
“See you when it’s over!” Alina called over her shoulder with a light wave. Her blue-haired secretary had shouldered past her and taken off down the nearest staircase as fast as her feet could carry her. Her massive breasts had already managed to bounce their way out of the rags she was wearing. The snow maiden kicked herself. She’d spent so long moping over the state of her resort that she hadn’t been watching the time at all. Precious seconds of the head start that that bell had signaled were lost because she was too busy looking around to react to it. She shook her head and started running.
And not a moment too soon at that. Miesha had barely gotten down a few corridors when the bell tolled again. Prisoners came flooding out of the cells all around her. The chase was on. The snow maiden dipped and dodged, nimbly evading grasping hands trying to restrain her. Putting on a burst of speed, Miesha sprinted as hard as she could to put some distance between herself and the resort guests. As tempting as it was to take the shortest route to the exit, she made a point of making a detour. It wasn’t like the staff were the only ones who knew the fastest way out of the building, anyone who visited the island had access to a map of the place. It was all too easy for the prisoners to lay in wait along the shortest routes and ambush anyone who ran past.
“What!?” Miesha yelped in surprise. ‘Since when was there a wall here!?’ she mentally screamed. Miesha knew the resort like it was the back of her hand, and she could’ve sworn that the hallways she’d just turned into didn’t have a brick wall smack dab in the middle of it. The grey-haired snow maiden whirled around and gulped. Emerging out of a nearby room was a woman in tattered prisoner’s garb.
“Lorelei, at your service,” the prisoner greeted herself with a small curtsy. Lorelei wasn’t a terribly large woman, roughly 5’4” by Miesha’s estimate. She had long, finely formed legs, well defined hips, and nicely rounded C-cup breasts. Long kelp green hair that reached her shoulder blades hung around a face the snow maiden would’ve described as innocent looking if the woman in question hadn’t been in the middle of leering at her with a nasty sneer spread across her face. “Nobody is allowed to use their powers once the bells have rung, but there’s nothing saying girls with the power to manipulate stone couldn’t block off all but a few possible escape paths before the game even starts,” Lorelei explained, having apparently noticed Miesha’s confusion at the unexpected renovations to her resort.
“...An obvious oversight. I think I’ll have to prohibit making unapproved changes to the floorplan from here on out,” Miesha snarked back. Her hand swung back to slap the palm of her hand against the brick wall behind her. The temperature of the hallways immediately began to plummet. The snow maiden’s blue eyes took on an otherworldly glow as a wave of ice spread out across the stone around her hand. Ice crystal started to form in the air around her as she applied more and more of her power to freezing everything in her immediate surroundings.
“Uh uh uh,” Lorelei tsked with a wave of her finger, completely unfazed by the display of power. Her smile had somehow managed to grow even nastier. “Isn’t the staff not allowed to fight back until the bell chimes again? It was a rule you made yourself if I recall. Not like it’d do you any good in this case. I’m a mermaid from the Deep, I’m used to the cold at the bottom of the ocean. It’s not like making it a little chilly here would even slow me down.” Lorelei allowed the faint outline of a fish’s tail to form around her shapely legs for a few seconds as proof of her race.
Miesha felt her heart plummet at the reminder. It was in fact a rule she’d come up with after the very first Prison Break. There’d been an incident where a guest had been injured in one of her torturer’s desperation to avoid spending the rest of the day being tickle tortured. Any who broke the rule would find themselves taking a walking tour of every torture chamber on the resort and be subjected to the whims of the mistresses who ran them. Just because she was the owner didn’t mean she was exempt from the rule. The grey-haired snow maiden had no choice but to put her hands up in surrender and allow Lorelei to cuff her wrists and ankles together.
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Miesha was carried down to the lower basements of the resort to what was commonly referred to as the Aquarium. The Aquarium was a torture chamber purpose built for replicating the various methods pirates and slavers tortured their victims with while out on the ocean. Its nickname came from the various fish tanks of all shapes and sizes that gave its victims a preview of what ticklish torments were going to be used on them throughout their stay there.
The room itself had a large fish tank installed underneath it that could be viewed through the thick glass floor. Miesha's captor carried her over to a lightly padded section of the floor surrounded by rows of padded manacles and stocks. Try as she might to struggle away, Miesha couldn't fight back as Lorelei undid the cuffs around her ankles and wrestled her feet into the stocks. Her wrists were similarly forced above her head into the manacles. Once the mermaid had her bound, she wasted no time in pulling off her tanktop and jeans in order to leave her in only her lacy black side-tie panties. The bound snow maiden shivered, not because of the cold floor, but in fear. She knew all too well what particular torture accompanied her choice of bondage.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this," Lorelei purred. She wasted no time in kneeling down to start lightly dancing her nails all over Miesha's tummy. The bound snow maiden went stiff as a board and bit her lip in an attempt to keep the building giggles from pouring out. She fully expected the attack to increase in intensity, but to her surprise her tormentor kept up the same light pokes, strokes, and squeezes that never forced her above the a giggle.
'She’s planning to take me apart slowly,' Miesha realized. Her heart sank at the thought. It wasn't like she wanted the tickling to grow worse, but her pride stung at the idea that the sadistic green-haired woman was going to enjoy breaking her over time. Having her tormentor tickle torture her until she was dancing to their tune was always exponentially worse than if they just forced her to scream herself hoarse, especially when she knew beyond all doubt that they were going to subject her to intense torture once their games were done anyways.
Lorelei's expert teasing was maddening. The sadistic mermaid gently traced the tips of her nails all over her tummy, tap danced around her pantiline down to her thighs, then doubled back to swoop her nails up her taut sides on their way up to massaging each individual rib. Once the hands reached her armpits they lightly fluttered around the outer rims before hopping down to scratch at her E-cup breasts. There they stayed, flicking, stroking, and fluttering all over her giant melons. By the end of it Miesha was a wreck. She couldn't keep herself from instinctively flinching and bucking at the infuriatingly light tickles. A steady stream of giggling flew from her mouth despite her best attempts to keep it in check.
"You really are just too adorable," Lorelei teased. The black-hearted mermaid leaned in to accentuate her taunt by kissing her victim's unwillingly stiffening nipples. Miesha gasped and bucked with shock. Feeling those soft lips make contact with her nipples so a tongue could briefly, expertly wrap around the engorged areola almost broke her. She wished Lorelei would've kept doing it. If the only torture she had to suffer throughout the day was having her partner be a little bit mean while sexually pleasuring her, it’d be worth throwing away her dignity to beg however Lorelei wanted. It was a far better alternative to seeing her tormentor stop in favor of standing up and walking down to her feet. The bound grey-haired snow maiden went rigid seeing her tormentor grab a navy blue bottle standing on the table and begin to pump a heaping helping of a dark amber cream into her waiting hand.
"I’ve always been a huge fan of this torture chamber in particular,” Lorelei idly commented as she kneeled down to start massaging the cream into Miesha’s baby soft feet. “It really is a completely different world down there in the Deep. Barely anyone up here on the surface has even heard of the ticklish threats that lie waiting at the bottom of the ocean, so I really appreciate that you made a room dedicated to giving these girls a taste of just how badly they could be tickled if they ever came down to visit.” The grey-haired hotel owner quivered in terror. For all that she hated being toyed with, she'd been desperately praying that they'd hold off on this particular torture for much later. She clenched her toes shut as hard as possible in an attempt to keep the hyper-sensitive area between her toes from getting coated. All it earned her was Lorelei grabbing a set of toes with one hand and lightly scratching the nails of her other hand against the balls of her feet until she was forced to relax her toes, then thoroughly coating the area anyways.
"Oh god, not this! Stop! Stop stop stohop stohohoHAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEASE! NYOHOT THIHEHEHEHEHIS! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PUHULL ME OUT HOHOHOHOHO! PUHUHUHULL MEHEHEHE OHOHOHOHOUT! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Miesha burst out begging and screaming when Lorelei undid a latch on the glass panel her feet were attached to. Free from the lock holding it up, the latch swung down into the fishtank below with her feet being dragged along for the ride. The oil Lorelei had covered her feet in was a special kelp extract that prevented bare skin from shriveling up even after spending an extended time underwater mixed with several ingredients fish found irresistible. The moment Miesha's feet entered the water all of the fish in the tank started swarming over her tender soles looking for a bite.
Miesha's peals of laughter reverberated through the halls, and she thrashed in her bondage as hard as she could. The fish in the tank were bred solely for their ability to tickle. She could feel lips kissing every available space on her soles with each bite. Eels specially bred to have rough skin were swimming in circles to brush up against her bound soles leaving little explosions of agony marking their passage. Even worse than that were the bumpy tentacles and underwater snakes sawing in between her toes, easily her worst spot, to exploit the sensitive webbing in between. Miesha howled with maddened laughter through it all and struggled so hard that Lorelei had to straddle her waist to pin her down in the name of keeping her from hurting herself. The assault on her feet was too varied to keep track. Each sensation was too wildly different and, since she couldn’t see her feet at all, changed up too unpredictably for her to predict how any given section of her foot was going to feel from second to second. Not being able to brace herself in the slightest for how the foot tickling would continue filled Miesha with an overwhelming sense of helplessness that made it tickle all the worse.
It was barely 5 minutes before Lorelei yanked on a chain to drag the panel back up, using a long brush to simultaneously knock the fish away and get in some tickling of her own, but to Miesha it felt like a lifetime. She lay gasping for breath trying to recover from the ordeal when Lorelei walked back around to leer down at her. The mermaid had grabbed a thin, rainbow colored piece of coral that had been shaved down into a thin rod off of a nearby table.
"Now what would you give to have me not do that again?" The mermaid made it clear just what she wanted by sitting on her knees and extending the coral rod to rub against her crotch through her panties. The helpless snow maiden grit her teeth in frustration.
'So that's why this bitch didn't strip me naked immediately,' she belatedly realized. Lorelei didn't want to just make her suffer, she wanted the power trip of making her debase and humiliate herself for her amusement. She looked away in defiance and winced hearing a faint humming sound fill the air in response.
"TeheheheHEHEHE! Stohohop thahat. No! I wohohohn't! EEEK! STOP! STOHOHOHOHAP!" Miesha' laughter and pleas for mercy once again filled the air feeling the hard stick get pressed against her side right above her hip. The coral rod was a made from a species that would start vibrating if rubbed energetically enough. The resort harvested from the nearby ocean to be cut into shapes appropriate for use as torture tools. Lorelei was tracing the vibrating rod all over Miesha's quivering tummy in a large circle that slowly closed in on her bellybutton. When the stick finally reached her waiting bellybutton, the mermaid wasted no time to plunge it in. Miesha shrieked with laughter. Her tummy and bellybutton weren't all too ticklish by comparison, but feeling the thin stick vibrating against the inner walls of her bellybutton was still enough to make her throw her head back and guffaw with deep belly laughs. She twisted every which way in an attempt to dislodge the evil little tool, but Lorelei simply loosened her arm so she could effortlessly follow her around no matter how she squirmed. After a couple seconds the mermaid pressed her knee against Miesha's thighs to pin her down and took the stick away.
"Come now, you're a smart girl. Which would you rather have, more nasty tickles," the stick was reinserted into Miesha's bellybutton again for a second to make her squeal, "or me being nice to you?" The stick changed jumped from her bellybutton to be firmly pressed against her crotch through her panties. She instinctively gasped and bucked, trying her best to squirm away from the unwanted pleasure. Lorelei wouldn’t have any of it. The mermaid sat on her thighs to pin her legs down and insistently pressed the stick against her panties. At the same time her free hand danced all over Miesha’s stomach, sides, waist, and groin, causing the snow maiden to splutter with giggles in between her moans.
Miesha wanted to cry. It was a completely different type of hell from before. Compared to the intense suffering that was having her feet dumped in the fishtank it barely tickled at all, but being so cruelly sexually abused was horrible in its own right. Lorelei would use the vibrating coral to force her to cum, then ruined each orgasm by dropping the stick to use long nails to tickle all over underarms, breasts, ribs, sides, stomach, and bellybutton. Each orgasm felt worse than the last. She wasn’t given any time to recover in between when the ticklish punishment ended and the stick came back to force her to cum again. It was getting increasingly difficult to think straight enough through the haze of multiple orgasms and tickling to do much more than incoherently babble for mercy, much less consider not giving in to her tormentor’s wishes to be a good idea.
“Do it!” Miesha panickedly screamed feeling the coral come back to be pressed against her aching crotch for what felt like the hundredth time.
"I'm sorry, do what exactly? I can't help you if you don't make it clear what you want me to do." Lorelei cruelly pressed the vibrating stick in even harder with a sadistic smile on her face.
"...I-I-I w-want you to take off m-my p-panties," Miesha sobbed. Lorelei made a show of scratching her head in mock confusion.
"And why would you want that? What possible reason would you want another girl to take off your panties when you're all tied up?" Miesha's choked back tears of shame for falling for her torturer's leading questions. She'd played this game too many times with her guests to not know exactly what the mermaid wanted her to say. But at this point she was desperate for the torture to stop. Whatever she had to say was worth even the smallest chance that Lorelei would stop once she was satisfied.
"I want you... to take off my panties... and fuck my dirty pussy," she managed to choke out. Lorelei wiggled the the still vibrating coral at her with a sweet smile, prodding her to continue. "I want you to... fuck me with that stick... and make me cum like the ***** I am." Tears of shame and mortification were streaming down Miesha's face by the end. Hearing the jeering laughter from her tormentor cemented in her misery.
"Well why didn't you just say so?" Lorelei gleefully taunted. The mermaid reached down to grab the two thin strings tied in neat bows at Miesha’s waist. A quick tug was all it took to remove the last bit of protection the bound snow maiden had been afforded. "But I don’t think just using this stick on you would satisfy me. It isn’t personal enough.” Miesha’s eyes went wide seeing the pair of items Lorelei grabbed off of the table. The snow maiden screamed in fear seeing her tormentor turn around to show her the pair of starfish she held in her hands.
It was a common myth that mermaids wore starfish in place of bras. What was surprisingly rarely known was that the little sea creatures were actually considered the worst torture tool available in mermaid culture. Mermaids like Lorelei were often blessed with sizable endowments, but that came at the cost of universally having the most ticklish breasts and nipples in the world. Their starfish were specially bred tickling monsters. Having one of those cling to their breasts meant the mermaid in question had to endure a non-stop hell of having their ultra ticklish nipples teased around the clock. Once the starfish had someone in their grasp it was incredibly difficult to get them off. They would continue to tickle their victims until they’d eaten their fill of the unfortunate woman’s laughter, which could be anywhere from hours to days of merciless nipple teasing if the girl was unfortunate.
Miesha's screams and pleas for Lorelei to stop soon transformed into bloodcurdling howls of laughter when the woman carefully placed the starfish over her nipples. Even having heard the rumors, she'd completely underestimated how bad it would be to undergo it herself. The insides of the marine animals' mouths were lined with countless tiny feathers that swirled around and brushed against her swollen nipples from every conceivable angle. Each suction cup lining their arms was setting off little electric shocks that made the whole of her quivering chest tingle with ticklish sensations.
Not content with just that level of suffering from her victim, Lorelei went in for the killing blow. The second item she had taken off of the table was sets of vibrating coral toe ties. Miesha had always resented that keeping her guests’ toes stretched taut with toe ties meant her torturers no longer had access to their sensitive toes, so she’d had lengths of coral cut into the shape of toe separators. They were designed to hook onto the stocks so whoever was unfortunate enough to be trapped in them had to endure the vibrating coral buzzing in between their toes at the same time their ticklers worked over the rest of their taut feet.
Miesha went completely berserk. Animalistic howls of suffering poured out of her mouth. Once all of her toys were in place Lorelei had taken up position in between her legs to start eating her out. Miesha’s body went rigid feeling the tongue and mouth coax one orgasm after another out of her without any time to rest in between. Being forced to cum like that pushed her body to the limits of its sensitivity. Countless fish pecking and swimming against her feet, the coral vibrating between her toes, and the starfish working over her breasts that had all already tickled too much for her to take now were so overwhelming that she couldn't even form the words to beg anymore. The need to laugh out prioritized even breathing, forcing the hysterical snow maiden into fits of silent laughter until she had no choice but to take in enough air to start screaming again.
It was simply too much to stand. The horrible ticklish sensations completely dominated her world. They smashed against her brain to drive out every sensation other than pure, unadulterated agony. The proud resort owner was reduced to little more than a hyper-ticklish lump of flesh for her "inmate" to toy with as she saw fit, and the mermaid was certainly having enough fun with her to continue doing so well past the point that she was capable of even processing how she was being tortured anymore.
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Miesha lay recovering in her bed. It'd been a few days since the Prison Break had ended, but she still felt sore. Lorelei had been utterly ruthless in torturing her not only until the bell rang to signal the end of the event, but until the staff had physically pried her away.
"Come on, up and at 'em. Can't lay around all day if you feel like getting any better." The snow maiden's attempts to rest were interrupted by the door opening. She peeked out from under her covers to glare at Alina for barging into her room. Attempting to hide back under the sheets didn't spare her from feeling a pair of hands grab her shoulder to start shaking her.
"Get up. You need to at least walk around if you ever want the muscle pain to stop. I'll give you a massage afterwards, okay?" Alina cajoled. Miesha sighed in defeat. She knew the busty human girl was right, though that didn't make trying to walk when every step made her legs twinge in protest any less unpleasant. She threw off the sheets and stuck out her hand for her secretary to help her stand up.
The pair walked hand in hand throughout the resort, as much so they could support each other in case walking got too hard as so they could both enjoy some of the first skin-to-skin contact in recent memory that didn't tickle. Miesha broke out grinning when they passed a window overlooking the main entrance.
Down below was Lorelei bound standing to a wooden pole. Her wrists were bound by lengths of rope attached to the top of the pole while her legs were kept separated by a spreader bar tied to her ankles. The mermaid had been stripped naked, blindfolded, gagged, and positioned such that she'd be the very first thing new arrivals off the boat would see. As revenge for continuing to abuse her for several hours after the Prison Break was over, Miesha had “awarded” Lorelei a week’s free stay at the resort. The sadistic mermaid had spent the few days tied up in the courtyard with starfish attached to her nipples, vibrating coral taped inside her pussy, and a sign saying new arrivals were free to tickle her as much as they wanted, which every guest so far had been happy to take advantage of even when the mermaid was too exhausted to laugh. The grey-haired snow maiden figured even the most masochistic of her guests would think twice before ignoring the bell signalling it was time to stop with an example like this.
"See? It all works out in the end," Alina commented after following her gaze. "Sales spiked the moment it was all over, just like they always do. People are already jumping to sign up for enough nights to qualify for the next one."
"Mmm." Miesha answered with a noncommittal grunt. While getting revenge always made her feel a little better, she wasn't exactly happy that she was the number one priority target every time they held the event. Getting more guests was barely a consolation prize if it meant it’d be all the harder to avoid being tickled like that again when the next one rolled around.
Still, she had to admit that it was proving effective as a marketing tactic. She still didn't appreciate that she'd somehow ended up running a resort instead of a prison, but there was something gratifying about seeing new customers flock in every day all the same.
"I guess you're right," Miesha said after taking a bit of time to think about it. "Every Prison Break event so far has been a big PR boost. There's no reason to stop hosting them until they stop being profitable."
"So I guess we're going to have to schedule another one in the future," Alina said. Miesha glanced over at her. Normally, having the blue-haired beauty smile at her was a source of joy. The fact that this one was over scheduling a time to have her tortured again meant that it was one of the few exceptions. She gave the girl's hand a light squeeze as affirmation, then went back to enjoying the sight of Lorelei feebly twitch over the umpteenth hour of having the starfish working over her excruciatingly sensitive melons while the coral brought her to yet another knee-weakening orgasm. The next Prison Break was still firmly in the future. She might as well enjoy all the perks of running her resort in the meantime.
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