"Here is what we know..." said police officer Lydia Berry to other officers gathered in her office, looking at a map with pictures of women and red X-marks.
"The five women who have during last months have nothing in common. No connection at all. Except the presumed area of their disappearance." She pointed at a large red circle around the photos pinned on the large map. It encircled the part of the city where every woman most likely went missing.
"Despite there being no witnesses, they probably all passed through this zone." She started to point at photos of missing women as she continued the briefing. She begun by pointing at a smiling blonde, posing in rocky terrain wearing tight crop top and shorts, much flattering her large breasts, somewhat toned belly and thick thighs. "Nurse Lucy Flowers, 29, the first one to disappear almost three months ago. She went missing after leaving her night shift in the city hospital, over here." Berry pointed to the map, right next to encircled zone.
Berry pointed at next picture, which held a young brunette woman in a modest yellow summer dress, that still could not hide her very ample bosom. "Mary Stevens, 18. She was last seen leaving her home on early Saturday roughly ten weeks ago. Mary never showed up to early morning practice of church choir, never returned home either. The church is located right by the area of interest. Also, her bicycle was found there, abandoned. There was no signs of struggle."
She went on as the officers listened carefully. Next up was a tanned woman with slightly curly dark brown hair, only her pretty face framed in the photograph. "Gianna Beneventi, 20. Exchange student from Italy. She was reported missing by her roommate exactly two months ago when she didn't return to her dorm from her morning jog. The roommate, who stayed behind due to cold, told us their usual jogging route, which is mostly located withing bounds of encircled zone."
She directed room's attention to another picture, a fair skinned, alluring redhead in a crimson evening gown with generous cleavage. "You all know her. Miranda Hunter. 32 years old socialite, daughter of our beloved mayor, constantly scandalous in our tabloids. Five weeks ago, on a Friday night, she and her entourage of lady friends were returning from a party, when their taxi broke down. According to her friends, she was being her feisty and impatient self, and decided to walk home in anger. Her friends knew not to try to reason with her during her... outburts, and let her go while waiting for a new taxi. Miss Hunter has not been seen since, but her friends and the taxi driver witnessed her storming off towards her home the shortest way for a walker... Through here" Berry tapped the map. "This case should have gotten us interested on area already. That's too many disappearances in same area to be separate cases. But we were too late to prevent one more disappearance, presumed to also be related..."
Berry put a final photo on the map, a cropped photo of a short yet busty Latin American woman smiling while hugging her friend. She was wearing glasses and had lovely, almost seductive eyes which created charming contrast with her otherwise good girl's appearance. She kept her long, black hair in a lengthy ponytail. "Catarina Antia, 27. Teacher in local high school, who vanished just 19 days ago, on her way home when returning from movies late in the night. Both the theater and her apartment are within the circle, the poor woman had only 10 minutes walk home but she didn't make it."
"There have been no signs of struggle, no interviewed citizen living in the area has seen or heard anything unusual. There are no clues. There has been no ransom demands, family members and friends of the missing women haven't been able to think of reasons why their loved ones would disappear, or would be made to disappear. As there hasn't been signs of violence and no corpses have been discovered, we currently presume that all women are alive, possibly victims of kidnapping. All disappearances have occurred either very early in the morning or late in the night, and being mostly residential area, the scenes of suspected crimes have been quiet. Lone pedestrian could be easy target for sinister intentions. I trust you all understand that we can't have things like these taking part in our city, so we will put an end for it. Disappearances have been occurring every two-three weeks, and starting from today, we are tasked with uncovering the fate of missing women and bringing the responsible to justice." Berry stepped away from the map, watching the police in room with stern eyes. The 45 years old senior officer was known to be as strict as she was pretty, a mature lady with short, auburn hair and amazing figure for her age due to life of exercise and career of field work. If there was anyone who could crack this case, she would be the one.
"How shall we proceed?" Mira Jacobs, the youngest officer in the squad asked. She was quite inexperienced but eager, and getting to work in a case like this had been her dream since graduating from police academy. She felt certain unease and even dread for the missing women, but she would use those feelings to work tirelessly until they're found.
"By setting a trap." Berry answered. "One female officer will pose as a civilian, of course carrying GPS tracker, sound bug and concealed weapon. I know you are green and the assignment is dangerous, but I was going to ask you, Jacobs. We don't know what we are up against, so our best bet is a face that isn't too familiar around criminal circles of the city. Based on your record, you would be up for the responsibility, but you got a right to refuse."
Mira went silent for a moment, feeling incredibly flattered, excited and worried, all at the same time. She stood tall and took a deep breath. "I'll accept!". Lydia Berry smiled with approval. "Then let's get to work. We begin tonight."
*Meanwhile elsewhere*
"Please! Don't do this! Not again!"
Pitiful wailing echoed in the dark corridors of underground facility, as a girl restrained on a wheeled hospital bed was pushed in a faint light. On the bed laid Mary Stevens, tears staining her face and her hair already messy from all the struggling.
"Why? God why? Please, why are you doing this? Why me?"
Her pleading got more desperate as she was taken to one of all too familiar rooms by her stoic jailer. She had woken up here over two weeks ago, after being assaulted from behind and drugged when she got off her bike to walk it over a crosswalk. Woken up straight to a nightmare. She found herself in a beige cell wearing only grey sweatpants, together with one other woman who shared her predicament. Several more had came since, all taken similarly. She didn't believe it at first when Lucy told her what she had been going through, not until her first session. It always worked the same. Sleeping gas would fill the room, knocking the women out. They would wake up in another room laying on the hospital beds, tightly bound with tightly locked limb restraints covering most of their bodies, but always leaving their breasts completely exposed. Then, one by one, they would be taken to their own personal Hells. The woman holding them would come, wearing bizarre outfit including a white lab coat, black face mask and equally black leather hood. Tapping of her black high heels and sound of the wheels were sounds that had been imprinted on nightmares of Mary already, as they heralded unbearable agony.
The captives were brought to rooms with devilish contraptions. Feather pendulums hanging on the ceiling. Automated rotating brushes. Spinning feather dusters. Torture devices meant to make Mary and the others scream through breast tickling. When sobbing Lucy first told Mary what's been done to her, it sounded so silly, but after first time under torture, Mary had grown to equally fear the daily sessions. The first one had her breasts licked all over by conveyor belt of feathers, under which she was placed. She cried for her captor who abandoned her there to come back, laughed until she was in tears and thought she would die, but it would not be over for hours as the feathers kept stroking against her breasts, sensitivity of which she had grown to truly hate. Finally, the terrible woman would return, turn off the machine and knock Mary out with a rag of chloroform. She would wake up back in the cell with other captives, their bodies washed and taken care of and food and water awaiting them.
It had been like that almost every single day. They often got one or even two days to rest and recover, but knew they could not count on it. They were completely at mercy of their abductor's sadistic streaks. The tickle torture machines used on them varied and their captor loved to switch things around, but other than change in the ways their breasts were tortured, all the days went the same. They would cry together, think of ways of escaping, try to find distractions by chatting of other things. Nothing could prevent their tickling sessions. The sleeping gas poured in no matter how much they tried to block it, and unconscious women were restrained on bed, ready for transportation to torture rooms. No matter how much they tried to beg or reason with their captor, she would remain silent, leaving them to laugh at mercy of infernal devices.
Today, Mary would be up against the worst things she had personally experienced yet at hands of this madwoman. She saw them right away after being wheeled to torture chamber of today. There was table, and on it, two objects that looked like large metal cups.
"No, oh no! Not those! NOT THOSE! MERCY!"
Mary tried to thrash in her bounds, to no avail. She was taken next to the table, and captor placed both cups - a bit larger than her tits - on her breasts. She pushed buttons on tops of them, and small suction cups attached them on Mary's skin from their edges. Mary knew what would follow and was already shrieking. Then she felt it. The vibrating of cups, prodding of small plastic tendrils inside them. It struck her like lightning, as terrible ticklish sensations attacked every inch imprisoned by the cups. She shook her head from side to side like crazy, her eyes tightly closed, as she uselessly tried to form begging words out of desperate instinct to make this unbearable torture stop. Even if she could beg, make her usual assurances of doing anything to end it, it would have been for naught. Her torturer had already left the room, abandoning Mary to her ticklish agony of hours.
After all, she had four more pairs of breasts to torment.
Lucy was almost broken by her ordeal by this point, just quietly whimpering her eyes shut as she was taken to her torture of the day. Her nipples were excruciatingly ticklish, a fact her torturer was well aware of, and which she just loved to exploit. She was taken to a room where where two long, stiff feathers attached to robotic arms were awaiting her. The surgically precise robots were programmed to wave their feathers in extremely small area but in incredibly high speed. They could focus on Lucy's nipples, kind of torture the poor nurse was not able to stand but which she would have to endure - again. Lucy kept her eyes closed until the very end, whimpers turning into sobs as she first heard the sound of robotic arms moving towards her. When it began, her eyes opened wide as saucers, she threw her head back, and let out long, desperate scream, that could be recognized as crazed laughter only by those who knew that she was being tickled. Her nipples already were stiff from fear and cool air of the complex she was being held in, which made the sensations even worse. It was like ticklish electric shocks were being sent all over her body just by feathering her nipples, and if her limb restraints weren't extra tight, she would have jerked away from them. As things were for her however, she could only scream, scream and scream... Praying that it would be over soon.
Next up, the mysterious woman directed her attention to the newest captive, Catarina. The nervous wreck of a teacher had went through this a lot already, and was panicky. She was utterly horrified about stories of other women, how they had been held here for several months already and tickled ruthlessly. She could never stand it. She just could not. Her pleading would of course not prevent her from getting tortured. Catarina wailed pitifully all the way to the torture room, despite Gianna trying to encourage her. The sadist holding her enjoyed tickling Catarina a lot, and today she would - once again - surround her tits with terrible feathers. Two huge feather dusters were attached to a machine under which Catarina was taken, the feathers already brushing against her when she was pushed there, forcing few frightful giggles out of her already, which paled in comparison to hysterical laughter pouring out of her mouth when the dusters started spinning, the feathers dancing all over her hypersensitive tits and driving her absolutely nuts. She thrashed her hair around, her face contorting in expressions of laughter people often only see in nightmares. Catarina's tickle torture was a spectacle worth observing, but her tormentor didn't have time for it today. It's not like Catarina was going anywhere in coming days, weeks or months.
It was Miranda's turn next, and she was as she usually is. Still both offering the captor huge fortunes as ransom and threatening her with a prison cell where she'll rot for rest of her life, but day by day, Miranda's bargaining and ultimatums had more shaky tone.
"Y-you don't have to do do this, my father, just contact my family already, they'll pay you! I promise you they'll pay you as much as you want! My God why don't you answer me, what do you want?!"
As the door to Miranda's torture chamber opened, she switched to threats.
"You don't get away with this! I swear, if you touch me one more time I'll have yo- W-what s that?"
She was put under a disc-shaped device, that looked like a cleaning buffer. With a press of a button, it started spinning, and lowering down towards Miranda and her helpless tits.
"Stop it... Stop it right now! No, no, no, pleAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"
It barely even touched her breasts, and Miranda could already feel intense tickling on top of them. Like millions of brushes rapidly crossed over her skin. The disc moved lower, and angled to cover left side of her chest. Then it begun to rotate, tickling sides, tops and bottoms of her boobs, slowly but steadily moving the tickling along Miranda's ticklish skin. No matter how rich she was, she could not buy her way out of being tickle tortured, and was left to suffer.
Gianna was the final victim, and as such impressive as ever. Despite cruel tickle treatments her titties had been subjected to for two months already, she remained absolutely defiant, as only of the captive girls.
"Go ahead, bitch. Can't wait until I see you pay for all of this!" She hissed from between her teeth as she was taken to room meant for her.
"You're sick in the head. Lunatic!"
The masked lady didn't react. She never did. It pissed Gianna off, which made her lash out more and more to conceal her fear and sadness. She truly wished that rescue would be coming soon. She despised the thought of breaking and giving this freak any sort of satisfaction, but she honestly wasn't sure how long she would be going to stand anymore. Despite her sensitivity she could handle tickling better than other prisoners. It was a fact that had not been lost to the woman torturing her, but she was patient sort. Gianna would crack eventually. And she had methods for hastening it.
Gianna was taken next to a table with general collection of tickling instruments on it. Gianna was relieved despite not showing it. At least she would not be put into any terrible machines. Relief changed into a surprise when the silent masked woman took two egg shaped vibrators from the table.
"What the fuck?"
Gianna was was confused. Even more so when her captor turned the vibes on, and started caressing Gianna's breasts with them. She was getting turned on, whether she wanted it or not, and it felt more humiliating than anything before in her life. She hated this woman. She hated this woman making her feel good. Gianna's breathing got heavier and she blushed, as she bit on her lower lip to not moan. It was a losing battle.
"Ah!"
She tried to arc her back, but could not. To make matters worse - or better - for her, the captor also played with her nipples with her fingers, making them swell from involuntary lust building up within Gianna. Her breasts had always been particularly erogenous zone for her, which might be the reason why tickling them didn't really feel that bad. Still, tickling didn't feel like straight up erotic teasing to her, like this.
"What are you... Doing? Pleasuring me to death?" Gianna managed to say, smiling mischievously.
She soon understood, as the vibrators were taken off, and two strange rings were put on her, barely fitting through her swollen nipples, causing her to groan. Then, the masked woman took a remote controller, pushed a button, and the nipple rings came to life. Small bristles emerged from inside, and started stroking against her nipples and areolas.
"IIIIIIIIIIIH"
Gianna let out a high pitched shriek before uncontrollable laughter erupted from her mouth. It tickled. It tickled real bad. It felt like torture. True torture. She could not take this! Not while aroused like this. The tickle sadist tormenting her had discovered a weakness Gianna never knew she had. She struggled and screamed like she was possessed, her mind and senses quickly overrun by this brutal tickle attack on her nipples. The little begging she could manage to do came out in her native Italian, she was too overwhelmed by unbearable sensations to think straight. Her torturer left the room feeling pride. She knew exactly how to torture the Italian beauty from now on.
At this point, she would often wander in rooms of her victims, maybe changing torture methods, just watching or getting hands on with her tool box of tickling instruments. Not today though. She was not satisfied. She needed more victims. And today would be the night to claim a new one. She would have time to take her prisoners back to their cell after making the preparations. It would just be some hours...
*At night*
"So, let's go through this one more time." Officer Berry said to her squad. They were all wearing civilian clothing, and were gathered to the back of police surveillance van.
"Jacobs will walk around the streets, wired and armed. We hear everything going on around her, and always know where she is located. She is wearing a concealed mic and earphone, meaning that we can communicate. She will walk around the area, trying to look as helpless and oblivious to danger as possible, discreetly reporting anything suspicious she sees to us. As there has been no signs blood or even torn clothing, we don't believe the possible kidnapper is hurting the victims, but still, stay vigilant. Once you got 'em, we'll rush to your aid like cavalry."
Last words were directed directly at Mira, who nodded. She was wearing casual clothes that could be typical for a stylish woman in her 20s, a knee long denim skirt, black jacket, hand bag and red high heels. She often kept her dark brown hair air as a ponytail, but let it fall on her shoulders now.
"I got it, ma'am. I assure you I won't let you down."
"As expected Jacobs. Good luck. We got your back."
Mira shook hands with Berry, and could see that she definitely didn't handle picking casual clothes. The senior officer's white shirt was way too small and her gigantic breasts looked like they could escape out of it, a what for the men in van tried not to stare. It made Mira feel wistful in a strange way since her chest was on a smaller size, but she shook it and left the van, beginning her mission.
Mira had walked for few blocks, when she received a call from Berry.
"Jacobs, I'm sorry to inform you, but we lost your GPS signal. And we know why. The boys had not recharged battery and didn't remember it. They were in charge of equipment, they'll hear what they deserve back in the station."
Mira could hear some protests in the background, which Berry ignored.
"Please stand by and come to the alley at Denton Street. I will bring you new one myself."
"Ma'am, should you as a leader leader of operation really leav-"
"Yes, Jacobs. I don't know if I can trust these morons with anything simple. I'll be there."
Mira started walking. It would not be a long way. She just hoped this would not be a spot where their suspect would strike. The streets were quiet, nobody in sight. She made it to the Denton Street, and went to the alley, expecting to see Lydia Berry waiting for her... She arrived just in time to see a figure clad in back dragging unconscious senior officer to back of the van. Mira grasped, and crouched behind a trash can, speaking to her mic.
"Mira here. It's the kidnapper! Berry has be-"
The lights of the van blinded her as it was getting ready to go.
"Fuck!"
Mira too cover behind a corner, her mind racing. GPS didn't work. The van was leaving with captive Lydia inside. What should she do? She acted on what she thought was only possibility. As the van drove away from the alley, she jumped and grabbed it, holding hard on the handles and standing on the small stepping grate. The van wasn't driving too quickly, she could hold onto it. It would not get away.
"Jabobs? Mira? What's going on?" The voice on her headphone asked.
"The kidnapper took Berry! I'm in, ehm, pursuit."
"What? We can't hear you, please repeat."
God damnit, Mira thought. They can't hear her over the engine of the car. She did her best to memorize the route, once the van would stop, she'd call for backup. The trip wasn't very long. The van drove to outskirts of the city, to derelict warehouse area. It stopped by one where nature had already started taking back the premises, and the driver wasn't the most careful one. The sudden breaking caught Mira off guard, and she fell to a nearby bush head first.
Sharp headache woke Mira up. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was still laying in the bush, and sun was shining. She got up slowly, and saw the van parked next to her, and there was nobody in sight. After making sure she didn't get hurt badly, she remembered her mic and headphone - and saw that both laid broken on the ground.
"Shit!"
Mira was on her own. She drew her gun and investigated the van, discovering it to be empty. Berry had been taken away. but where? Wit her gun ready to fire, Mira walked into the closest warehouse, and was surprised to see that it wasn't abandoned at all. There were lights, and inside of it looked like some of it has been recently repaired. Mira followed the developed parts of the building, and discovered an elevator. She felt her heart beating. This could be point of no return. Nobody knew where she was, tracking device was out of power and her communications were broken. She should find a way to contact the station, but she had wasted hours already by just laying in the bush. Her superior officer might be in immediate danger. Besides, cracking a case like this all alone excited her. She entered the elevator, pressed lower of two buttons, and down she went.
Mira found a dark corridor, which she traversed while constantly holding up her gun. She walked carefully, listening to smallest of noises. She heard more than she expected soon. Distant screaming. Door closing and screaming fading. Soon door opening again, moment of even louder, tortured screaming. Sound of tapping heels disappearing to the distance and then silence. Mira was sweating and her hands were shaking. What the fuck is this place? She continued forward, until she ran into a door. Opening it carefully, she saw a room that seemed like a bizarre medical room, with a hospital bed and strange contraption. She was sneaking to take a closer look, when she heard a hissing noise and smelt something funny... Before collapsing on the floor once again.
Mira opened her eyes from unconsciousness for a second time today, with gentler headache this time. When trying to move, she realized she was tied to a wheelchair, being pushed by someone. She heard tapping sounds of high heels just behind them, and tried to watch behind her, seeing glimpses of masked woman.
"W-what the hell? Who are you?" Mira demanded to know. The woman didn't answer. She brought Mira to another room, crouched in front of her, and took off her mask, revealing a pretty, pale face of thin and tall woman in her early 40s with auburn hair. She spoke to Mira - sounding creepily enthusiastic.
"Hello Mira! Oh, you must wonder how I know your name... Your boss told me. I had quite a chat with her after I subdued you. She told me a lot about you. Lot of other things as well. How are you doing? Are the binds too tight?"
"What? I - I don't understand. What have you done with Lydia? What is going on here?"
"You will get it. You will get it all." The strange woman answered.
"My name is Hannah. Nice to meet you. You're my first guest, I was quite surprised when I saw you in security cameras."
Mira cringed. Of course there are cameras.
"At least I know my security measures work. Still, I need to be more careful in the future, he he."
"Cut the bullshit. Where is Berry? What is this place? Have you kidnapped the other women as well?"
Hannah kept smiling. "As I told you, you will get it all!"
She pushed Mira to room next door, which obviously was a surveillance center. Hannah pointed at the monitors, that showed various places in the underground complex - including the torture room which Mira looked at, shocked, disgusted and awestruck.
Even from the feed of cameras, Mira could tell that they were the missing women, strapped on bed and seemingly tortured... by tickling?
Blonde nurse Lucy was having rotating, bristly brushes that covered her nipples completely rotating wildly around them, driving the poor woman nuts. The firm hospital bed she was laying on seemed to be shaking a bit, something that should not be possible for a woman bound so tightly.
Good girl Mary had milk dripping on her tits from two tubes, that was constantly being licked off by four obviously hungry kittens, each lick making Mary's head shake wildly from side to side.
Gianna, in addition to having a feathery pendulum swinging over her breasts over and over again seemed to have a large vibrator lodged tightly between her legs. Her face was twisted in unnatural expression of extreme agony and highest pleasure. Hannah had discovered a way to make this sensual girl suffer, and would exploit her finding to the fullest.
Miranda was under two robotic arms, the other shooting ice cold water on her boobs and the other scrubbing them with a sponge. The porcelain skin of her breasts looked so polished, pampered and soft that many women who like to show off those assets could be green with envy, but they probably would not want anything to do with excruciating procedure Miranda was forced to endure.
Finally, Catarina was just writhing and crying, without anything seemingly happening to her. Her breasts and face were glistening with sweat as she was invisible discomfort that had kept her weeping for almost an hour already.
"Itching powder" Hannah said. "It seems to be effective for these purposes."
Mira found the sight she was beholding incredibly appalling... and absurd.
"You... You are tickling women's breasts? Why?"
Hannah sighed, and laid her hand on Mira's shoulder.
"I'm sure you will understand." She said as she started pushing Mira out of the room.
"I was in university, and met the chosen of my heart. He was smart. He was strong. He was all a nerd like me could ask for. I'm from a rich family, but never had felt attention of a boy before. When he asked me to a date - oh, I was in heaven." Hannah's voice went from dreamy to angry. "Only if it wasn't for Isabelle... Damn Isabelle! She stole him from me! I did everything for love. I would order hundreds of flowers to him. I would prefill marriage contracts for us. I would always want to see him. I would crawl in his room to surprise him with gifts and myself! I would chase after him even after he pretended to be hard to reach! I would do anything! But no! She took him. He fell for her and abandoned me... All because I'm flat and she's a cow! That's what men want!"
Mira tried to listen politely as she wasn't really in a position to do anything else, but then tried to respond.
"Umm, did it ever cross your mind that he might not have dumped you because of breasts, but because you were... Well... Quite intrusive!" Mira wanted to say 'crazy' but contained herself.
"Nonsense. I did it all for true maiden's love." Hannah proclaimed. "And at that moment, I decided that I would dedicate the rest of my life for justice. The big breasted harlots will feel my pain, through tickle torture! It's revenge for all the women like me - like us."
Mira was regretting not going back for backup more and more all the time. This was getting too weird for her to handle.
"I've been working for years, investing my inheritance and salary in this place... House of just retribution. Lucy was the second one to get what she deserved. She was working under me, and I could never stand her. How happy she looked with those cowtits of hers. Well, now she has something to laugh about. But I could not stop there. I must do more. More, until vengeance is truly mine."
"But why take your wrath on innocents? They didn't do anything!"
"They are just practice." Hannah insisted. "I've been tracking down Isabelle for 20 years, but true vengeance is a dish best served cold. Now that I've started, I'll perfect my art on her big breasted kind - then make her wish she had never been born. She has a daughter too you know. 18 years old and oh so like her mother. She will share the same sin and punishment."
Mira knew she had to stop this madwoman. This kind of insanity almost made her feel faint, and Hannah's madness would surely claim much more victims.
"Listen. I can get you help. Just let me and officer Berry go, and we promise you will be treated well. You need aid."
"Ah, Berry. I had almost forgotten about her. I'll show her to you."
Mira was brought to the torture chamber where poor Lydia Berry was suffering agony she could have never believed to exist. Strapped on hospital bed and clad in grey sweatpants like her sisters in torment, she was having her breast tickled by machines that looked like scalp massagers gotten from any story, only a sinister torture tool version of them. The thin black claws were moving up and down along surfaces of her tits, as the always strict police officer was laughing, tears flowing from her eyes as she did her utmost to squirm away. Upon seeing Mira brought in the room, she started pitiful pleading.
"AAAHHAHAHAHHA OH NOAAHAHHAAHAH, MIRAAHAHHHAHAH HEEHEEHELP, MAHAAHAHAKE IT STOHOHHOOOP!"
Mira tried to struggle hard to get off the wheelchair, to even rock it down maybe loosen the tied, but Hannah held it firmly. She spoke to Mira's ear.
"She's been like that since beginning. Told me everything I wanted to know about police investigation about me. Everything about you went I caught you. I know how to cover my tracks now, and have one more subject to torment. My best catch ever."
The police officer was naturally abandoned to her ticklish doom like all other Hannah's victims. The went back to the corridor, and Hannah talked to Mira like she was a lifelong friend.
"As a fellow woman of small breasts, I hope you understand now. Do you?"
"You're fucking insane." Mira shouted. "Trust me, I will see you put in a padded cell for all this, you hear me you maniac?"
Hannah shook her head. "I'm disappointed. If you're not on my side, you're on their side." She pulled out a syringe, stinging Mira's right arm.
"Ow!"
Mira felt her consciousness fading once more. "Not... again..." She said as she fell limp.
Mira's third awakening was ruder than the previous two. She found herself restrained, not on a hospital bed, but on something that felt like a damn operating table. She was heavily restrained, her arms over head and leather straps holding her taut, toned body completely immobile. Next to her, sat Hannah, again wearing her mask and hood.
"If I hate something more than big breasts, I hate traitors."
"Listen you damn lunatic, you're just making this worse for yourself."
Hannah didn't answer anymore. She too a single electric brush in her hand, turned in on, and put it on Mira's flat belly. The effect was instant.
"WH-WHAT THE HEHEHEHELL?!"
Mira tried to squirm away, laughing hysterically. Sure she had seen others being tortured by tickling today, but she never realized she would be this ticklish. The brush was joined by another, and Mira went absolutely berserk as one of them entered her deep navel, brushing against it's walls as she felt first tears streaming down her cheeks. This would be just beginning of "traitor"'s punishment, the brushes were moved up on her armpits, and Mira's laughter turned into maniacal cackling. The first was yet to come, and to surprise both of women - the tortured and torturer. Hannah moved the brushes closer to Mira's breasts - they were barely B-cup, nothing outrageous Hannah would get worked up about, and her amazement was great when Mira went completely bonkers from brushes just approaching that sweet spot. She howled like a banshee, and looked like she was ready to jump out of her own skin just to escape the tickle torture. Brushes closed in to Mira's nipples, and once they got there, seemed to utterly destroy the young policewoman. Hannah wasn't sure if regular hospital bed could contain her. The reaction was most intense she had ever seen, driving Mira into silent laughter so fast that Hannah had to stop long before she would have wanted to. She would not want this wonderful new specimen to faint on her.
"Looks like I misjudged you." Hannah whispered in sadistic tone as Mira caught her breath. "You could never understand me. That is what your natural place is. Among the tickle tortured. No matter your size."
"No... NOOHOOHOHOOOOO!"
"Save your lungs. After I'm done with you, it's YOUR turn to tell me every single detail YOU know about police investigation on me."
The blood curdling screams echoed around the whole complex as Hannah resumed the tickle torture of her nipples, and Mira Jacobs joined the ticklish and desperate prisoners - one to hold dubious honor of being there for her ticklishness alone.
*Many, many months later*
"Ready for the beach darling?"
"Yes mom!"
Isabelle Gem was getting ready for a day outside with her dear daughter, Vanessa. Clad in bikini tops, both women - stunning tanned blondes, whose remarkable breasts would turn heads even without being almost exposed - walked in their car. They set off towards their destination. Sands, water, sun.... They could hardly wait, which made their disappointment even harsher when their car abruptly broke down, on a quiet country road.
"Oh no mom..." Disappointed Vanessa lamented. "What will we do now?"
"No choice but to call someone to haul us home darling... Or wait!"
A van approached the pair, and out stepped a tall, slender woman of Isabelle's age, wearing a summer dress.
"Is there an emergency?" Hannah asked.
"Yes! Our car got busted and we don't know what to do."
"Fear not. I may not look like it but I know a thing or two about cars. I could look into it."
"Good heavens, it would be great! By the way, you look like familiar somehow, have we ever..."
"No, I don't think so." Hannah answered. "There's quite a lot of junk in back of the van, would you be so kind as to come get the tools with me?"
"Of course. Come on Vanessa. God, aren't we lucky to run into you like that." Isabella exclaimed happily.
"Lucky indeed." Hannah said as the women climbed inside her van, and she pulled a stun gun from her pocket.
She could not wait to see Isabelle and Vanessa try out bikinis she made for them from huge tickle-cups. Testing them on Lydia had been so much fun already.
The end
"The five women who have during last months have nothing in common. No connection at all. Except the presumed area of their disappearance." She pointed at a large red circle around the photos pinned on the large map. It encircled the part of the city where every woman most likely went missing.
"Despite there being no witnesses, they probably all passed through this zone." She started to point at photos of missing women as she continued the briefing. She begun by pointing at a smiling blonde, posing in rocky terrain wearing tight crop top and shorts, much flattering her large breasts, somewhat toned belly and thick thighs. "Nurse Lucy Flowers, 29, the first one to disappear almost three months ago. She went missing after leaving her night shift in the city hospital, over here." Berry pointed to the map, right next to encircled zone.
Berry pointed at next picture, which held a young brunette woman in a modest yellow summer dress, that still could not hide her very ample bosom. "Mary Stevens, 18. She was last seen leaving her home on early Saturday roughly ten weeks ago. Mary never showed up to early morning practice of church choir, never returned home either. The church is located right by the area of interest. Also, her bicycle was found there, abandoned. There was no signs of struggle."
She went on as the officers listened carefully. Next up was a tanned woman with slightly curly dark brown hair, only her pretty face framed in the photograph. "Gianna Beneventi, 20. Exchange student from Italy. She was reported missing by her roommate exactly two months ago when she didn't return to her dorm from her morning jog. The roommate, who stayed behind due to cold, told us their usual jogging route, which is mostly located withing bounds of encircled zone."
She directed room's attention to another picture, a fair skinned, alluring redhead in a crimson evening gown with generous cleavage. "You all know her. Miranda Hunter. 32 years old socialite, daughter of our beloved mayor, constantly scandalous in our tabloids. Five weeks ago, on a Friday night, she and her entourage of lady friends were returning from a party, when their taxi broke down. According to her friends, she was being her feisty and impatient self, and decided to walk home in anger. Her friends knew not to try to reason with her during her... outburts, and let her go while waiting for a new taxi. Miss Hunter has not been seen since, but her friends and the taxi driver witnessed her storming off towards her home the shortest way for a walker... Through here" Berry tapped the map. "This case should have gotten us interested on area already. That's too many disappearances in same area to be separate cases. But we were too late to prevent one more disappearance, presumed to also be related..."
Berry put a final photo on the map, a cropped photo of a short yet busty Latin American woman smiling while hugging her friend. She was wearing glasses and had lovely, almost seductive eyes which created charming contrast with her otherwise good girl's appearance. She kept her long, black hair in a lengthy ponytail. "Catarina Antia, 27. Teacher in local high school, who vanished just 19 days ago, on her way home when returning from movies late in the night. Both the theater and her apartment are within the circle, the poor woman had only 10 minutes walk home but she didn't make it."
"There have been no signs of struggle, no interviewed citizen living in the area has seen or heard anything unusual. There are no clues. There has been no ransom demands, family members and friends of the missing women haven't been able to think of reasons why their loved ones would disappear, or would be made to disappear. As there hasn't been signs of violence and no corpses have been discovered, we currently presume that all women are alive, possibly victims of kidnapping. All disappearances have occurred either very early in the morning or late in the night, and being mostly residential area, the scenes of suspected crimes have been quiet. Lone pedestrian could be easy target for sinister intentions. I trust you all understand that we can't have things like these taking part in our city, so we will put an end for it. Disappearances have been occurring every two-three weeks, and starting from today, we are tasked with uncovering the fate of missing women and bringing the responsible to justice." Berry stepped away from the map, watching the police in room with stern eyes. The 45 years old senior officer was known to be as strict as she was pretty, a mature lady with short, auburn hair and amazing figure for her age due to life of exercise and career of field work. If there was anyone who could crack this case, she would be the one.
"How shall we proceed?" Mira Jacobs, the youngest officer in the squad asked. She was quite inexperienced but eager, and getting to work in a case like this had been her dream since graduating from police academy. She felt certain unease and even dread for the missing women, but she would use those feelings to work tirelessly until they're found.
"By setting a trap." Berry answered. "One female officer will pose as a civilian, of course carrying GPS tracker, sound bug and concealed weapon. I know you are green and the assignment is dangerous, but I was going to ask you, Jacobs. We don't know what we are up against, so our best bet is a face that isn't too familiar around criminal circles of the city. Based on your record, you would be up for the responsibility, but you got a right to refuse."
Mira went silent for a moment, feeling incredibly flattered, excited and worried, all at the same time. She stood tall and took a deep breath. "I'll accept!". Lydia Berry smiled with approval. "Then let's get to work. We begin tonight."
*Meanwhile elsewhere*
"Please! Don't do this! Not again!"
Pitiful wailing echoed in the dark corridors of underground facility, as a girl restrained on a wheeled hospital bed was pushed in a faint light. On the bed laid Mary Stevens, tears staining her face and her hair already messy from all the struggling.
"Why? God why? Please, why are you doing this? Why me?"
Her pleading got more desperate as she was taken to one of all too familiar rooms by her stoic jailer. She had woken up here over two weeks ago, after being assaulted from behind and drugged when she got off her bike to walk it over a crosswalk. Woken up straight to a nightmare. She found herself in a beige cell wearing only grey sweatpants, together with one other woman who shared her predicament. Several more had came since, all taken similarly. She didn't believe it at first when Lucy told her what she had been going through, not until her first session. It always worked the same. Sleeping gas would fill the room, knocking the women out. They would wake up in another room laying on the hospital beds, tightly bound with tightly locked limb restraints covering most of their bodies, but always leaving their breasts completely exposed. Then, one by one, they would be taken to their own personal Hells. The woman holding them would come, wearing bizarre outfit including a white lab coat, black face mask and equally black leather hood. Tapping of her black high heels and sound of the wheels were sounds that had been imprinted on nightmares of Mary already, as they heralded unbearable agony.
The captives were brought to rooms with devilish contraptions. Feather pendulums hanging on the ceiling. Automated rotating brushes. Spinning feather dusters. Torture devices meant to make Mary and the others scream through breast tickling. When sobbing Lucy first told Mary what's been done to her, it sounded so silly, but after first time under torture, Mary had grown to equally fear the daily sessions. The first one had her breasts licked all over by conveyor belt of feathers, under which she was placed. She cried for her captor who abandoned her there to come back, laughed until she was in tears and thought she would die, but it would not be over for hours as the feathers kept stroking against her breasts, sensitivity of which she had grown to truly hate. Finally, the terrible woman would return, turn off the machine and knock Mary out with a rag of chloroform. She would wake up back in the cell with other captives, their bodies washed and taken care of and food and water awaiting them.
It had been like that almost every single day. They often got one or even two days to rest and recover, but knew they could not count on it. They were completely at mercy of their abductor's sadistic streaks. The tickle torture machines used on them varied and their captor loved to switch things around, but other than change in the ways their breasts were tortured, all the days went the same. They would cry together, think of ways of escaping, try to find distractions by chatting of other things. Nothing could prevent their tickling sessions. The sleeping gas poured in no matter how much they tried to block it, and unconscious women were restrained on bed, ready for transportation to torture rooms. No matter how much they tried to beg or reason with their captor, she would remain silent, leaving them to laugh at mercy of infernal devices.
Today, Mary would be up against the worst things she had personally experienced yet at hands of this madwoman. She saw them right away after being wheeled to torture chamber of today. There was table, and on it, two objects that looked like large metal cups.
"No, oh no! Not those! NOT THOSE! MERCY!"
Mary tried to thrash in her bounds, to no avail. She was taken next to the table, and captor placed both cups - a bit larger than her tits - on her breasts. She pushed buttons on tops of them, and small suction cups attached them on Mary's skin from their edges. Mary knew what would follow and was already shrieking. Then she felt it. The vibrating of cups, prodding of small plastic tendrils inside them. It struck her like lightning, as terrible ticklish sensations attacked every inch imprisoned by the cups. She shook her head from side to side like crazy, her eyes tightly closed, as she uselessly tried to form begging words out of desperate instinct to make this unbearable torture stop. Even if she could beg, make her usual assurances of doing anything to end it, it would have been for naught. Her torturer had already left the room, abandoning Mary to her ticklish agony of hours.
After all, she had four more pairs of breasts to torment.
Lucy was almost broken by her ordeal by this point, just quietly whimpering her eyes shut as she was taken to her torture of the day. Her nipples were excruciatingly ticklish, a fact her torturer was well aware of, and which she just loved to exploit. She was taken to a room where where two long, stiff feathers attached to robotic arms were awaiting her. The surgically precise robots were programmed to wave their feathers in extremely small area but in incredibly high speed. They could focus on Lucy's nipples, kind of torture the poor nurse was not able to stand but which she would have to endure - again. Lucy kept her eyes closed until the very end, whimpers turning into sobs as she first heard the sound of robotic arms moving towards her. When it began, her eyes opened wide as saucers, she threw her head back, and let out long, desperate scream, that could be recognized as crazed laughter only by those who knew that she was being tickled. Her nipples already were stiff from fear and cool air of the complex she was being held in, which made the sensations even worse. It was like ticklish electric shocks were being sent all over her body just by feathering her nipples, and if her limb restraints weren't extra tight, she would have jerked away from them. As things were for her however, she could only scream, scream and scream... Praying that it would be over soon.
Next up, the mysterious woman directed her attention to the newest captive, Catarina. The nervous wreck of a teacher had went through this a lot already, and was panicky. She was utterly horrified about stories of other women, how they had been held here for several months already and tickled ruthlessly. She could never stand it. She just could not. Her pleading would of course not prevent her from getting tortured. Catarina wailed pitifully all the way to the torture room, despite Gianna trying to encourage her. The sadist holding her enjoyed tickling Catarina a lot, and today she would - once again - surround her tits with terrible feathers. Two huge feather dusters were attached to a machine under which Catarina was taken, the feathers already brushing against her when she was pushed there, forcing few frightful giggles out of her already, which paled in comparison to hysterical laughter pouring out of her mouth when the dusters started spinning, the feathers dancing all over her hypersensitive tits and driving her absolutely nuts. She thrashed her hair around, her face contorting in expressions of laughter people often only see in nightmares. Catarina's tickle torture was a spectacle worth observing, but her tormentor didn't have time for it today. It's not like Catarina was going anywhere in coming days, weeks or months.
It was Miranda's turn next, and she was as she usually is. Still both offering the captor huge fortunes as ransom and threatening her with a prison cell where she'll rot for rest of her life, but day by day, Miranda's bargaining and ultimatums had more shaky tone.
"Y-you don't have to do do this, my father, just contact my family already, they'll pay you! I promise you they'll pay you as much as you want! My God why don't you answer me, what do you want?!"
As the door to Miranda's torture chamber opened, she switched to threats.
"You don't get away with this! I swear, if you touch me one more time I'll have yo- W-what s that?"
She was put under a disc-shaped device, that looked like a cleaning buffer. With a press of a button, it started spinning, and lowering down towards Miranda and her helpless tits.
"Stop it... Stop it right now! No, no, no, pleAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"
It barely even touched her breasts, and Miranda could already feel intense tickling on top of them. Like millions of brushes rapidly crossed over her skin. The disc moved lower, and angled to cover left side of her chest. Then it begun to rotate, tickling sides, tops and bottoms of her boobs, slowly but steadily moving the tickling along Miranda's ticklish skin. No matter how rich she was, she could not buy her way out of being tickle tortured, and was left to suffer.
Gianna was the final victim, and as such impressive as ever. Despite cruel tickle treatments her titties had been subjected to for two months already, she remained absolutely defiant, as only of the captive girls.
"Go ahead, bitch. Can't wait until I see you pay for all of this!" She hissed from between her teeth as she was taken to room meant for her.
"You're sick in the head. Lunatic!"
The masked lady didn't react. She never did. It pissed Gianna off, which made her lash out more and more to conceal her fear and sadness. She truly wished that rescue would be coming soon. She despised the thought of breaking and giving this freak any sort of satisfaction, but she honestly wasn't sure how long she would be going to stand anymore. Despite her sensitivity she could handle tickling better than other prisoners. It was a fact that had not been lost to the woman torturing her, but she was patient sort. Gianna would crack eventually. And she had methods for hastening it.
Gianna was taken next to a table with general collection of tickling instruments on it. Gianna was relieved despite not showing it. At least she would not be put into any terrible machines. Relief changed into a surprise when the silent masked woman took two egg shaped vibrators from the table.
"What the fuck?"
Gianna was was confused. Even more so when her captor turned the vibes on, and started caressing Gianna's breasts with them. She was getting turned on, whether she wanted it or not, and it felt more humiliating than anything before in her life. She hated this woman. She hated this woman making her feel good. Gianna's breathing got heavier and she blushed, as she bit on her lower lip to not moan. It was a losing battle.
"Ah!"
She tried to arc her back, but could not. To make matters worse - or better - for her, the captor also played with her nipples with her fingers, making them swell from involuntary lust building up within Gianna. Her breasts had always been particularly erogenous zone for her, which might be the reason why tickling them didn't really feel that bad. Still, tickling didn't feel like straight up erotic teasing to her, like this.
"What are you... Doing? Pleasuring me to death?" Gianna managed to say, smiling mischievously.
She soon understood, as the vibrators were taken off, and two strange rings were put on her, barely fitting through her swollen nipples, causing her to groan. Then, the masked woman took a remote controller, pushed a button, and the nipple rings came to life. Small bristles emerged from inside, and started stroking against her nipples and areolas.
"IIIIIIIIIIIH"
Gianna let out a high pitched shriek before uncontrollable laughter erupted from her mouth. It tickled. It tickled real bad. It felt like torture. True torture. She could not take this! Not while aroused like this. The tickle sadist tormenting her had discovered a weakness Gianna never knew she had. She struggled and screamed like she was possessed, her mind and senses quickly overrun by this brutal tickle attack on her nipples. The little begging she could manage to do came out in her native Italian, she was too overwhelmed by unbearable sensations to think straight. Her torturer left the room feeling pride. She knew exactly how to torture the Italian beauty from now on.
At this point, she would often wander in rooms of her victims, maybe changing torture methods, just watching or getting hands on with her tool box of tickling instruments. Not today though. She was not satisfied. She needed more victims. And today would be the night to claim a new one. She would have time to take her prisoners back to their cell after making the preparations. It would just be some hours...
*At night*
"So, let's go through this one more time." Officer Berry said to her squad. They were all wearing civilian clothing, and were gathered to the back of police surveillance van.
"Jacobs will walk around the streets, wired and armed. We hear everything going on around her, and always know where she is located. She is wearing a concealed mic and earphone, meaning that we can communicate. She will walk around the area, trying to look as helpless and oblivious to danger as possible, discreetly reporting anything suspicious she sees to us. As there has been no signs blood or even torn clothing, we don't believe the possible kidnapper is hurting the victims, but still, stay vigilant. Once you got 'em, we'll rush to your aid like cavalry."
Last words were directed directly at Mira, who nodded. She was wearing casual clothes that could be typical for a stylish woman in her 20s, a knee long denim skirt, black jacket, hand bag and red high heels. She often kept her dark brown hair air as a ponytail, but let it fall on her shoulders now.
"I got it, ma'am. I assure you I won't let you down."
"As expected Jacobs. Good luck. We got your back."
Mira shook hands with Berry, and could see that she definitely didn't handle picking casual clothes. The senior officer's white shirt was way too small and her gigantic breasts looked like they could escape out of it, a what for the men in van tried not to stare. It made Mira feel wistful in a strange way since her chest was on a smaller size, but she shook it and left the van, beginning her mission.
Mira had walked for few blocks, when she received a call from Berry.
"Jacobs, I'm sorry to inform you, but we lost your GPS signal. And we know why. The boys had not recharged battery and didn't remember it. They were in charge of equipment, they'll hear what they deserve back in the station."
Mira could hear some protests in the background, which Berry ignored.
"Please stand by and come to the alley at Denton Street. I will bring you new one myself."
"Ma'am, should you as a leader leader of operation really leav-"
"Yes, Jacobs. I don't know if I can trust these morons with anything simple. I'll be there."
Mira started walking. It would not be a long way. She just hoped this would not be a spot where their suspect would strike. The streets were quiet, nobody in sight. She made it to the Denton Street, and went to the alley, expecting to see Lydia Berry waiting for her... She arrived just in time to see a figure clad in back dragging unconscious senior officer to back of the van. Mira grasped, and crouched behind a trash can, speaking to her mic.
"Mira here. It's the kidnapper! Berry has be-"
The lights of the van blinded her as it was getting ready to go.
"Fuck!"
Mira too cover behind a corner, her mind racing. GPS didn't work. The van was leaving with captive Lydia inside. What should she do? She acted on what she thought was only possibility. As the van drove away from the alley, she jumped and grabbed it, holding hard on the handles and standing on the small stepping grate. The van wasn't driving too quickly, she could hold onto it. It would not get away.
"Jabobs? Mira? What's going on?" The voice on her headphone asked.
"The kidnapper took Berry! I'm in, ehm, pursuit."
"What? We can't hear you, please repeat."
God damnit, Mira thought. They can't hear her over the engine of the car. She did her best to memorize the route, once the van would stop, she'd call for backup. The trip wasn't very long. The van drove to outskirts of the city, to derelict warehouse area. It stopped by one where nature had already started taking back the premises, and the driver wasn't the most careful one. The sudden breaking caught Mira off guard, and she fell to a nearby bush head first.
Sharp headache woke Mira up. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was still laying in the bush, and sun was shining. She got up slowly, and saw the van parked next to her, and there was nobody in sight. After making sure she didn't get hurt badly, she remembered her mic and headphone - and saw that both laid broken on the ground.
"Shit!"
Mira was on her own. She drew her gun and investigated the van, discovering it to be empty. Berry had been taken away. but where? Wit her gun ready to fire, Mira walked into the closest warehouse, and was surprised to see that it wasn't abandoned at all. There were lights, and inside of it looked like some of it has been recently repaired. Mira followed the developed parts of the building, and discovered an elevator. She felt her heart beating. This could be point of no return. Nobody knew where she was, tracking device was out of power and her communications were broken. She should find a way to contact the station, but she had wasted hours already by just laying in the bush. Her superior officer might be in immediate danger. Besides, cracking a case like this all alone excited her. She entered the elevator, pressed lower of two buttons, and down she went.
Mira found a dark corridor, which she traversed while constantly holding up her gun. She walked carefully, listening to smallest of noises. She heard more than she expected soon. Distant screaming. Door closing and screaming fading. Soon door opening again, moment of even louder, tortured screaming. Sound of tapping heels disappearing to the distance and then silence. Mira was sweating and her hands were shaking. What the fuck is this place? She continued forward, until she ran into a door. Opening it carefully, she saw a room that seemed like a bizarre medical room, with a hospital bed and strange contraption. She was sneaking to take a closer look, when she heard a hissing noise and smelt something funny... Before collapsing on the floor once again.
Mira opened her eyes from unconsciousness for a second time today, with gentler headache this time. When trying to move, she realized she was tied to a wheelchair, being pushed by someone. She heard tapping sounds of high heels just behind them, and tried to watch behind her, seeing glimpses of masked woman.
"W-what the hell? Who are you?" Mira demanded to know. The woman didn't answer. She brought Mira to another room, crouched in front of her, and took off her mask, revealing a pretty, pale face of thin and tall woman in her early 40s with auburn hair. She spoke to Mira - sounding creepily enthusiastic.
"Hello Mira! Oh, you must wonder how I know your name... Your boss told me. I had quite a chat with her after I subdued you. She told me a lot about you. Lot of other things as well. How are you doing? Are the binds too tight?"
"What? I - I don't understand. What have you done with Lydia? What is going on here?"
"You will get it. You will get it all." The strange woman answered.
"My name is Hannah. Nice to meet you. You're my first guest, I was quite surprised when I saw you in security cameras."
Mira cringed. Of course there are cameras.
"At least I know my security measures work. Still, I need to be more careful in the future, he he."
"Cut the bullshit. Where is Berry? What is this place? Have you kidnapped the other women as well?"
Hannah kept smiling. "As I told you, you will get it all!"
She pushed Mira to room next door, which obviously was a surveillance center. Hannah pointed at the monitors, that showed various places in the underground complex - including the torture room which Mira looked at, shocked, disgusted and awestruck.
Even from the feed of cameras, Mira could tell that they were the missing women, strapped on bed and seemingly tortured... by tickling?
Blonde nurse Lucy was having rotating, bristly brushes that covered her nipples completely rotating wildly around them, driving the poor woman nuts. The firm hospital bed she was laying on seemed to be shaking a bit, something that should not be possible for a woman bound so tightly.
Good girl Mary had milk dripping on her tits from two tubes, that was constantly being licked off by four obviously hungry kittens, each lick making Mary's head shake wildly from side to side.
Gianna, in addition to having a feathery pendulum swinging over her breasts over and over again seemed to have a large vibrator lodged tightly between her legs. Her face was twisted in unnatural expression of extreme agony and highest pleasure. Hannah had discovered a way to make this sensual girl suffer, and would exploit her finding to the fullest.
Miranda was under two robotic arms, the other shooting ice cold water on her boobs and the other scrubbing them with a sponge. The porcelain skin of her breasts looked so polished, pampered and soft that many women who like to show off those assets could be green with envy, but they probably would not want anything to do with excruciating procedure Miranda was forced to endure.
Finally, Catarina was just writhing and crying, without anything seemingly happening to her. Her breasts and face were glistening with sweat as she was invisible discomfort that had kept her weeping for almost an hour already.
"Itching powder" Hannah said. "It seems to be effective for these purposes."
Mira found the sight she was beholding incredibly appalling... and absurd.
"You... You are tickling women's breasts? Why?"
Hannah sighed, and laid her hand on Mira's shoulder.
"I'm sure you will understand." She said as she started pushing Mira out of the room.
"I was in university, and met the chosen of my heart. He was smart. He was strong. He was all a nerd like me could ask for. I'm from a rich family, but never had felt attention of a boy before. When he asked me to a date - oh, I was in heaven." Hannah's voice went from dreamy to angry. "Only if it wasn't for Isabelle... Damn Isabelle! She stole him from me! I did everything for love. I would order hundreds of flowers to him. I would prefill marriage contracts for us. I would always want to see him. I would crawl in his room to surprise him with gifts and myself! I would chase after him even after he pretended to be hard to reach! I would do anything! But no! She took him. He fell for her and abandoned me... All because I'm flat and she's a cow! That's what men want!"
Mira tried to listen politely as she wasn't really in a position to do anything else, but then tried to respond.
"Umm, did it ever cross your mind that he might not have dumped you because of breasts, but because you were... Well... Quite intrusive!" Mira wanted to say 'crazy' but contained herself.
"Nonsense. I did it all for true maiden's love." Hannah proclaimed. "And at that moment, I decided that I would dedicate the rest of my life for justice. The big breasted harlots will feel my pain, through tickle torture! It's revenge for all the women like me - like us."
Mira was regretting not going back for backup more and more all the time. This was getting too weird for her to handle.
"I've been working for years, investing my inheritance and salary in this place... House of just retribution. Lucy was the second one to get what she deserved. She was working under me, and I could never stand her. How happy she looked with those cowtits of hers. Well, now she has something to laugh about. But I could not stop there. I must do more. More, until vengeance is truly mine."
"But why take your wrath on innocents? They didn't do anything!"
"They are just practice." Hannah insisted. "I've been tracking down Isabelle for 20 years, but true vengeance is a dish best served cold. Now that I've started, I'll perfect my art on her big breasted kind - then make her wish she had never been born. She has a daughter too you know. 18 years old and oh so like her mother. She will share the same sin and punishment."
Mira knew she had to stop this madwoman. This kind of insanity almost made her feel faint, and Hannah's madness would surely claim much more victims.
"Listen. I can get you help. Just let me and officer Berry go, and we promise you will be treated well. You need aid."
"Ah, Berry. I had almost forgotten about her. I'll show her to you."
Mira was brought to the torture chamber where poor Lydia Berry was suffering agony she could have never believed to exist. Strapped on hospital bed and clad in grey sweatpants like her sisters in torment, she was having her breast tickled by machines that looked like scalp massagers gotten from any story, only a sinister torture tool version of them. The thin black claws were moving up and down along surfaces of her tits, as the always strict police officer was laughing, tears flowing from her eyes as she did her utmost to squirm away. Upon seeing Mira brought in the room, she started pitiful pleading.
"AAAHHAHAHAHHA OH NOAAHAHHAAHAH, MIRAAHAHHHAHAH HEEHEEHELP, MAHAAHAHAKE IT STOHOHHOOOP!"
Mira tried to struggle hard to get off the wheelchair, to even rock it down maybe loosen the tied, but Hannah held it firmly. She spoke to Mira's ear.
"She's been like that since beginning. Told me everything I wanted to know about police investigation about me. Everything about you went I caught you. I know how to cover my tracks now, and have one more subject to torment. My best catch ever."
The police officer was naturally abandoned to her ticklish doom like all other Hannah's victims. The went back to the corridor, and Hannah talked to Mira like she was a lifelong friend.
"As a fellow woman of small breasts, I hope you understand now. Do you?"
"You're fucking insane." Mira shouted. "Trust me, I will see you put in a padded cell for all this, you hear me you maniac?"
Hannah shook her head. "I'm disappointed. If you're not on my side, you're on their side." She pulled out a syringe, stinging Mira's right arm.
"Ow!"
Mira felt her consciousness fading once more. "Not... again..." She said as she fell limp.
Mira's third awakening was ruder than the previous two. She found herself restrained, not on a hospital bed, but on something that felt like a damn operating table. She was heavily restrained, her arms over head and leather straps holding her taut, toned body completely immobile. Next to her, sat Hannah, again wearing her mask and hood.
"If I hate something more than big breasts, I hate traitors."
"Listen you damn lunatic, you're just making this worse for yourself."
Hannah didn't answer anymore. She too a single electric brush in her hand, turned in on, and put it on Mira's flat belly. The effect was instant.
"WH-WHAT THE HEHEHEHELL?!"
Mira tried to squirm away, laughing hysterically. Sure she had seen others being tortured by tickling today, but she never realized she would be this ticklish. The brush was joined by another, and Mira went absolutely berserk as one of them entered her deep navel, brushing against it's walls as she felt first tears streaming down her cheeks. This would be just beginning of "traitor"'s punishment, the brushes were moved up on her armpits, and Mira's laughter turned into maniacal cackling. The first was yet to come, and to surprise both of women - the tortured and torturer. Hannah moved the brushes closer to Mira's breasts - they were barely B-cup, nothing outrageous Hannah would get worked up about, and her amazement was great when Mira went completely bonkers from brushes just approaching that sweet spot. She howled like a banshee, and looked like she was ready to jump out of her own skin just to escape the tickle torture. Brushes closed in to Mira's nipples, and once they got there, seemed to utterly destroy the young policewoman. Hannah wasn't sure if regular hospital bed could contain her. The reaction was most intense she had ever seen, driving Mira into silent laughter so fast that Hannah had to stop long before she would have wanted to. She would not want this wonderful new specimen to faint on her.
"Looks like I misjudged you." Hannah whispered in sadistic tone as Mira caught her breath. "You could never understand me. That is what your natural place is. Among the tickle tortured. No matter your size."
"No... NOOHOOHOHOOOOO!"
"Save your lungs. After I'm done with you, it's YOUR turn to tell me every single detail YOU know about police investigation on me."
The blood curdling screams echoed around the whole complex as Hannah resumed the tickle torture of her nipples, and Mira Jacobs joined the ticklish and desperate prisoners - one to hold dubious honor of being there for her ticklishness alone.
*Many, many months later*
"Ready for the beach darling?"
"Yes mom!"
Isabelle Gem was getting ready for a day outside with her dear daughter, Vanessa. Clad in bikini tops, both women - stunning tanned blondes, whose remarkable breasts would turn heads even without being almost exposed - walked in their car. They set off towards their destination. Sands, water, sun.... They could hardly wait, which made their disappointment even harsher when their car abruptly broke down, on a quiet country road.
"Oh no mom..." Disappointed Vanessa lamented. "What will we do now?"
"No choice but to call someone to haul us home darling... Or wait!"
A van approached the pair, and out stepped a tall, slender woman of Isabelle's age, wearing a summer dress.
"Is there an emergency?" Hannah asked.
"Yes! Our car got busted and we don't know what to do."
"Fear not. I may not look like it but I know a thing or two about cars. I could look into it."
"Good heavens, it would be great! By the way, you look like familiar somehow, have we ever..."
"No, I don't think so." Hannah answered. "There's quite a lot of junk in back of the van, would you be so kind as to come get the tools with me?"
"Of course. Come on Vanessa. God, aren't we lucky to run into you like that." Isabella exclaimed happily.
"Lucky indeed." Hannah said as the women climbed inside her van, and she pulled a stun gun from her pocket.
She could not wait to see Isabelle and Vanessa try out bikinis she made for them from huge tickle-cups. Testing them on Lydia had been so much fun already.
The end
