PeterVincentTGVK
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Ellie Wisden, AKA The Leopard, was quickly getting tired of Jessica Jester’s antics. It seemed like every time that the clownish villainess was apprehended, she found some way out of Atlas Penitentiary and back on the streets. Whether Jessica had seduced another prison guard this time or worse, murdered one, it was on Ellie to once again apprehend the coquettish criminal.
The Leopard had first visited the old costume shop that used to be Jessica’s primary base of operations. Unfortunately there was no sign of her. Next, The Leopard tried the old Shady Trees retirement home, where She had last encountered Jessica. Still, no dice. Ellie started to think about how much she missed the old days when supervillains would go on the news and announce not only what their evil plans were, but where they were hiding. Then she could just go in, kick some ass all over the place, and call it a day. But with Jessica Jester, it was never that easy.
It didn’t help that just a few years back, Jester had succeeded in revealing The Leopard’s only real weakness: She was ticklish. Jester now liked to concoct her wicked schemes around this Achille’s Heel to humiliate her at every chance she got. And once Ricochet arrived in town, things had gotten much worse. Jessica had now begun incorporating the former assassin since she had discovered that he and The Leopard had feelings for each other.
The Leopard barely registered another thought before she felt the taser at the back of her neck…
The gaming chair that Ellie had been cuffed to appeared to be the only item in the empty, heavily padded room, other than a computer monitor and speaker. As if by some kind of strange, psychic ability, Jessica suddenly appeared on the screen. She was all dolled up in her usual jester costume and face paint.
“Wakey wakey, Kitty Cat.” Jessica mocked. “You know, it’s really funny to me. All of these times that I have succeeded in getting the drop on you and making you take a nap nap and I have yet to try to pull off that mask of yours and find out who you are. Hell, I have even stripped you down to your bare ass before and still left the mask on. And do you want to know why that is?”
“Sure… why not?” Ellie sounded sarcastic and uninterested.
“It’s because I already know so much about you. You’re The Leopard. Mid Thirties. In love with Jack Leiberman. terrific rack…” Ellie scowled at the perverted remark. “And very… very… ticklish.”
“Get to the damn point, Jester? What’s it gonna be? More tickle torture? This is getting so old. I mean at some point, it has to stop being funny.”
“Actually this time, it has next to nothing to do with you.” Jessica said. “You’re not the star of this show. You’re the opening act… though I can very safely tell you that no, you being ticklish will never stop being funny. No, understand that you are just the bait in this scenario. Like Ricochet was the last time that we all got together.” She said that last part as if she had thought of the encounter as some kind of special reunion. “And don’t you fret. He has been sent an invitation to the party.”
“What are you planning, Jester?”
“Well, as I said, I feel like I know you so well. But with him… I dunno. I just have a few questions that I want answered. And maybe if my little experiment works… it will just help me feel all the closer to both of you.”
“I’d rather you feel closer to a prison cell.” Ellie quipped.
“Such a party pooper. But no matter. Lover boy will be here soon. And then… we will see what he is made of…”
Ricochet had abandoned his sniper rifle before entering the massive warehouse just across from Pier 13 in Atlas city. The sky was clear and he knew that using a rifle inside such a building when light could be limited was a bad idea. He still had his 9mm if he needed it.
He pulled out the note that had been sent to him. It had lipstick prints on it. The same shade that Jessica Jester tended to wear. It instructed him to come to the warehouse for a “Special Experiment” and implied that Jester was holding Ellie captive and might harm her if he didn’t show up. His mission was clear: Find his way to Ellie, and rescue her.
There didn’t appear to be many stealthy ways to enter the building. And when the overhead light came on above the entrance, Ricochet scowled. He knew what he had to do. And knowing Jessica… this was guaranteed to be a trap. Jessica Jester had learned over the last couple of years that not only was Ellie incredibly ticklish, but that tickling turned him on. Jessica had used this on multiple occasions to sadistically torment both of them. The former assassin had no reason at all to believe that this would be a simple rescue mission.
He walked in through the front door with his pistol drawn. Suddenly the lights all flipped on and he heard Jessica Jester’s voice over a speaker on the other side of the room.
“Hello, Jack.” She had the nerve to address him by his real name. Her voice, which was typically vexing and condescending, instead sounded steady and sure. It was like a doctor was speaking to him. “I bid you welcome to what promises to be a night of true discovery.”
“No games, Jester!” Ricochet shouted. “Where is she?”
“She is safe. I promise.” Jessica’s voice replied. “As I told her earlier though, this isn’t really about her. She is just a means to an end. Instead, tonight is all about you.”
“What in the Hell are you talking abou-” Ricochet was abruptly cut off by the electric jolt of a taser that quickly rendered him unconscious…
When Ricochet awakened, he was in a nearly empty room. He was still clothed. And that was interesting to him. He had fully expected to be stripped naked as per his previous encounters with Jessica. He was cuffed to a padded, metal chair that was bolted to the floor. His legs was laid out straight in front of him, poking through the back of a similar chair that was facing him. Then just passed that, there was another chair. But this third chair looked more comfortable and formal. Like a gaming chair. He could only assume that it was still somewhere in the warehouse. An assumption that was lent more credibility when he heard Jessica voice come out of a similar speaker.
“Don’t worry. I don’t use enough voltage to leave any lasting pain or soreness.” Her voice promised. “I don’t want you hurt. On the contrary, I want you to feel good.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” Ricochet said.
“No, it’s true. You see, ever since I discovered The Leopard’s tender little secret, and subsequently yours… I have been profoundly fascinated with how you could be turned on by such a silly thing as tickling.” Ricochet was pissed at being called out in such a way, even though he could feel his cheeks becoming warm. “So I did some pretty extensive research. I already knew your name from our first encounter, Jack, so all I had to do was visit your old hometown, disguised as a journalist, and just kinda… poke around. I know all about you now, Mr. Leiberman. Of course I already know your old flame, Kelsey. But now, I have even gotten a chance to speak to some of your family members.”
“Don’t you dare hu-”
“I haven’t hurt any of them. Honest Injun.” Jessica promised in a way that actually sounded genuine. “But I did find out an awful lot about your upbringing while I spoke with your mother in my disguise. You don’t talk to her much anymore do you? Not since you left the military. And I can understand that. Being a contract killer isn’t exactly something that might warm the heart of the woman who brought you into this world. And don’t you worry. I didn’t tell her about any of that. In fact, when I told her about your reputation for assisting the most famous crime fighter this side of the country well, she was so proud of you. Her eyes just lit up. And it opened quite the door with her. She just couldn’t tell me enough about your childhood. How she was a single mom at the time and your older sister helped her raise you. How they were responsible for most of your earliest tickle experiences… I want to get to the heart of the matter. Try and figure out when you first made that connection and discovered your love for the tickle. I have even hired a couple of female psychologists to help me out in this matter. Bear in mind also that you are being filmed. I can see everything that is happening to you. And so can The Leopard, by the way. So hopefully, you won’t get too excited by anything that is to come. We wouldn’t want to make her jealous or anything.”
Ricochet angrily bit his tongue as a door behind him opened. He was ready for just about anything, but not the woman who soon came into view. She had an old fashioned looking purse over her shoulder that she placed on the floor next to the comfy chair before she made herself comfortable in it. She looked a bit older than him. Maybe in her mid 40’s? And she wore a very pleasant smile on her face. She was a little on the plump side, with her huge chest covered by a thick Angora sweater and mom jeans.
“Hello, Dear.” The woman said in a cordial voice. “I’m Mama. And we’re going to have a little fun. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Ricochet didn’t reply. She had to be one of the psychologists that Jessica had mentioned. He knew where this was going. It was obviously some kind of role play game. “I heard that you helped your class win dodge ball at P.E. earlier today.” She spoke to him as if he was still in grade school. “I am so proud of you. And I figured that you have earned some Happy Time.
Happy Time. That’s what his mom used to call it when she would tickle him as a boy. Jessica really had done her research. This would likely prove to put him at a disadvantage.
“Now then, I know it’s been a little while, but I know my special boy’s secrets.” Mama reached her hands forward and began to very delicately untie and remove his combat boots. The fact that his socks had to have smelled terrible after the events of the day didn’t seem to affect her in the slightest. She kept smiling as she pulled off one boot and then the other and proceeded to carefully peel off his socks. Soon, his feet felt freedom as she scooted her chair forwards and gently took them into her lap. “Now that we have freed the piggies, let the Happy Time begin!” She eagerly reached into her purse and pulled out a goose feather. She took the big toe of his left foot in between her thumb and pointer finger to hold it in place and stretch the sole taut as she started to softly dust up and down the exposed arch.
Ricochet tried hard to suppress the smile that was already being coaxed from him as the feather dusted. The woman’s tickling technique wasn’t very complicated. Instead, she merely dusted the same spot, just between his arch and his instep, and waited for him to crack as that maternal smile remained on her face.
“Now now… you know that tickles.” She told him. “It’s okay to laugh. You’re with Mama.” The feather finally switched tactics, now slowly sweeping along the stems of his toes. He tried suddenly to pull his feet away and she knew she had him. She dropped the feather and delicately tickled his toes with her fingertips.
“Hehehehehehehe…” Ricochet couldn’t help it. He gave in.
“There’s my little boy.” Mama soon started using her fingers to tickle the bottoms of his feet. “Just as ticklish as you were back when you were a toddler. Remember when I used to tickle you in your crib?. I remember when you were being fussy because you didn’t like your new diapers, so I played tickle with you until you peed so that you could get used to them.”
Ricochet was so mad. He couldn’t believe that his mom had apparently told Jessica such an embarrassing story.
“After that, I knew that playing tickle with my special boy would be a regular thing. So I learned all the tickle songs. I played This Little Piggy with you and pretended that I was the tickle monster and was going to eat your feet. I’ll never forget how much you laughed when you were trapped in Mama’s arms. Whether you hurt yourself outside… or another kid was mean to you… Mama always knew how to make you laugh…” The woman sporadically ran her index fingers up and down the centers of his soles.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha…” There was little that Ricochet could do but succumb to the gentle touches at his feet and recall the events that were described to him. Jessica clearly wanted this woman to confront him with his past in an effort to find out more about the origin of his fetish. It wasn’t enough to just ask him. She had to pry it from him in this way. And this woman who was assisting her seemed all too eager to do so.
And she did so very well. Her fingertips would softly poke and tap in various spots and then focus on the points that caused his toes to curl or a giggle to slip out. She would hold her hands out as if allowing a cop to cuff her wrists and then drag all of her nails slowly up and down the arches.
“Coochie coochie coo, baby boy.” She said to him whenever she found a sweet spot. And she had already found several. When she got to his toes though, that’s when she really had fun. “This little piggy went to the market… this little piggy stayed home… this little piggy had roast beef… Oh my, such wiggly pigglies…”
“Hahahahahahahaha hehehehehehehe hahahahahahahaha…”
“These widdle toesie woesies missed Mama, didn’t they?” The older woman sadistically held the toes apart and ran the feather in between them to get at the all too sensitive webbing there. “Tickle tickle, baby boy… tickle tickle, giggle giggle…”
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe…” Ricochet couldn’t believe the effect that the infantile cooing was having on him. He didn’t even know this woman but she was playing her part so well that he felt absolutely helpless with her. Just as he would have felt if it was actually his real mother tickling him so.
“Ut oh! The tickle monster is here!”
“No, Mama please!”
“I’m gonna get those feet!” She taunted him, leaning her head down and taking his left foot in both hands. “I’m gonna get those feet! I’m gonna gobble up all of these little piggies!” She took his toes into her mouth and playfully nommed at them, bringing Ricochet to a state of uncontrollable hilarity.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOO HEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She gnawed at his toes and snaked her tongue over them, sometimes slithering it between them as she had with the feather.
“Oh yes… such delicious piggies! Nom nom nom nom!” She brought her fingertips back into play, stroking his soles while nibbling his toes. “There’s no escape from the tickle monster! She will always find you!!!”
Despite his cackling and desperation. Something else was happening. He was starting to feel aroused. The recreations of his childhood tickles was causing his penis to swell inside of his pants.
Soon enough… Mama gave him a break to get a breath or two in. She just gave him a caring gaze as Jessica’s voice could once again be heard.
“How are you feeling, Jack?” Jester asked. “I can see the bulge in your pants. Did memories of the tickle monster awaken something in you?”
“This is so humiliating! Let me and Leopard go! None of this serves any real purpose, does it?”
“Is that when you first started to realize that you liked being tickled? When your mom would play with you?” Jessica ignored his question completely. You know, the science behind it… the flow of blood to the penis… it happens even in the womb. Odds are that not only do you not remember your first erection, but that you probably regularly got them when she tickled you all those years ago.”
“You’re sick!”
“But not dishonest.” Jessica could be heard giggling cruelly.
“Oh, don’t listen to her, dear.” Mama stole Ricochet’s attention away from the speaker. “I brought some of your old toys.” She reached back into her purse and pulled out something so small that he couldn’t even make out what it was. “You remember your old Hot Wheels cars, right?”
“No… don’t…”
Mama took his right foot, holding it steady, and began to drive the small model car up and down the arch.
“Vroom… vroom… vroom…”
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Oh yes, the tiny cars go vroom vroom vroom…” The little wheels running up and down his skin tickled in a similar way to having a massager rolled up and down. Ricochet was really struggling to keep the giggles inside. A battle that he was currently losing.
“That’s enough.” Jessica’s voice announced. “Mama, you know what to do.”
The woman at Ricochet’s feet immediately stopped what she was doing, dropped the toy car to the floor, and rolled her chair over to Ricochet’s left side. She then reached down and unzipped his pants, yanking them down to his thighs.
“Whoa! Whoa! What the fuck is this?” Ricochet yelled as the woman took his semi hard penis out and began to stroke it.
“I need answers, Jack.” Jessica explained. “So while she stimulates you, we are going to dive a bit deeper into this.” The woman already had him completely hard. How much was Jessica paying her to do this?
“So, we have covered the fact that in all likelihood, your mother was the first one to tickle you. This is crucial to understanding your fetish because it was the origin whether you understood it or not. So… a few questions: How old were you when you first noticed your erections?”
“I don’t… I don’t know…” Ricochet was having trouble concentrating with the woman’s skilled hands manipulating him. “I think it was when I was eight or nine.”
“What was going on at the time?”
“Jessica, please! This is too embarrassing.”
“You aren’t moving forward until I get what I want. And I promise you that you don’t have long before you get REALLY happy.” Her obvious reference to the threat of orgasm when he could be seen by Ellie rang throughout his mind. “Mama… give him the tickle boots.”
“The what?” Ricochet watched as the woman beside him scooted her chair behind him and out of his sight. He heard her lifting something that he couldn’t see and she soon moved back over past him and towards his feet. He could see that she was carrying two leather boots that didn’t look too unlike his own. But the glance or two that he got of the interiors showed him what looked like sheets of circuitry. Mama started to tie his shoes, humming a little tune as she did so and finally securing them to his feet. She then revealed a small remote from her pocket and pressed a button. Suddenly, Ricochet felt various pokes and touches on the soles of his feet. What felt like women’s fingertips and nails.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha what is thihihihihisss hahahahahahahahahahaha…” He asked through giggles as Mama moved back over to give her attention once again to his penis.
“Good, now you say eight or nine. What was going on at the time?”
“I cahahahahahan’t…” He shook his head.
“Jackie boy, this isn’t getting you any closer to your lover.” Jessica pointed out. “What was going on when you first recognized an erection?”
“I… hahahahahahaha… I was… I was being tickled…”
“That’s what I thought.” Jessica said. “Tell me about it.”
“I had… I was running around the house with a toy sword… hahahaha… My mom got mad… hehehehehehehe… She had told me so many times not to ruhuhuhun inside the house.”
“So she tickled you as punishment?”
“She made it into a gahahahame. She said… hehehehe… she said that if I wanted to run… I should try running into her bedroom, around her bed… and back out again… hahaha…”
“Go on…”
“I ran in the room with my sword. She had changed her clothes. She was wearing one of her nightgowns and a thin pair of gloves… hehehehe… she pretended to be a queen… as if I had intruded into her castle. She took my sword away and picked me up, lifting me onto the bed and laying me down before she… she climbed on top of me and sat on my legs…”
“What happened next, Jack?” Jessica inquired as Mama continued to masturbate him.
“She announced that she had caught a thief… hahahahahaha… and that the punishment should be severe. Then she started to tickle my feet… with those soft, gloved fingers… I couldn’t move. I couldn’t wiggle out from under her… hehehehe hahahahahaha…” Those boots were tickling his feet as Mama rubbed him down.
“Did she say things to you? Tickle talk?”
“Yeeesss hahahahahaha…”
“Like tickle tickle? Coochie coo?” Mama asked, voicing her own question.
“When she tickled my toes… I looked down to see like… a tent in my shorts. She never noticed…”
“Well her intent was to punish you. She wouldn’t have been paying any attention to it. She just wanted to make you laugh.”
“I eventually got away… ran into my room. I didn’t know what was happening to me… but it went away after a few minutes…”
“Interesting. Very interesting.” Jessica could be heard pondering.
“But that was when she got ho…” Ricochet caught himself. He had said enough already. He didn’t need to continue on.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Nothing. Stop this now!”
“Mama… he doesn’t look happy enough.”
The woman now used both of her hands in a slight twist and tug motion that felt heavenly. But Ricochet had to hold on somehow.
“Tell me the rest of the story, Ricochet…”
“My older sister got home… she thought that I had been in her room and told mom. They cornered me in my room and sat on me… and tickled me till I cried.”
“So you felt in a way that you were being punished for liking it before… hmm… Okay, Mama. We can let him go.”
Ricochet breathed a sigh of relief as Mama let go of him and removed the boots. After that, she untied his ankles and then, walked around him to uncuff his wrists. The process took only a couple of minutes. As angry and humiliated as Ricochet was, he didn’t have it in him to hurt a middle aged woman. Especially one who was clearly just a pawn in Jessica’s twisted game. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t question her.
“Where is Leopard?”
“I promise you that I do not know. Me and the other… we were only hired to play our respective roles.” The woman called Mama explained. “Jessica only told me that once I freed you, I was to instruct you to move to the room across the hall from this one. I can only assume that the next part of her plan begins there.”
Ricochet growled and moved over to the far chair to grab his boots.
“Uh uh uh…” Mama wagged a finger at him. “You are not allowed to take those with you. Jessica’s orders.”
“You better hope that we never meet again.” Ricochet warned as he walked out of the room, realizing that his pistol had been taken away from him as well. He was unarmed. And he would have to face whatever lied ahead without any kind of weapon…
Ellie growled angrily as Jessica entered her room in the flesh. She literally skipped, like a kindergartner, over to where The Leopard sat.
“Well, that was enlightening, wasn’t it?” The evil clown asked.
“He’s right, you know. You are sick.” Ellie spat at her captor.
“It never ceases to amaze me.” Jessica raised a single finger, moving it towards Ellie in a threatening manner. “Just how quickly either you or he can go from being so in charge and intimidating…” The finger got near Ellie’s tummy and the crime fighter tensed in her chair apprehensively. “…To scared and giggly in a moment’s time. I think that it’s why I love torturing you so much.” Jessica reached over with the same hand and placed it on Ellie’s shoulder. “You should be thanking me. The things that are being revealed here tonight… he may never have revealed any of this to you unless he was forced to. You are learning things about your crush that you never would have known if it wasn’t for me.”
“What do you want? A thank you?” Ellie sneered. “You are exploiting a man for your own deviant and perverse amusement. That’s all you are doing.”
“Oh, I’m the deviant? I’m the pervert? Kind of like the kitty calling the puppy furry, isn’t it? Like you don’t play with him or let him play with you? What is the difference? I am just trying to explore all of this a little bit. There is no bomb that is going to go off. No lives that are going to be lost. Well, maybe one. But really just the simple fact that if he ever wants to see you again… he will make his way through the next two challenges and then, finally… he will be able to really prove his love for you.” Jessica clapped her hands together excitedly. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Jessica… You have to know the very real danger that you are in.” Ellie said, getting the clown’s attention.
“Pray tell…”
“I don’t kill. It’s against my code. You know that you can do certain things to me and the worse you’ll get is the shit kicked out of you. But Jack is a killer, Jessica. And though I don’t approve… I might not be able to stop him from eliminating you if you ever push him too far.”
“Oh, I’m going to push him, Leopard.” The villainess promised with a twisted grin. “Until he bursts…”
The Leopard had first visited the old costume shop that used to be Jessica’s primary base of operations. Unfortunately there was no sign of her. Next, The Leopard tried the old Shady Trees retirement home, where She had last encountered Jessica. Still, no dice. Ellie started to think about how much she missed the old days when supervillains would go on the news and announce not only what their evil plans were, but where they were hiding. Then she could just go in, kick some ass all over the place, and call it a day. But with Jessica Jester, it was never that easy.
It didn’t help that just a few years back, Jester had succeeded in revealing The Leopard’s only real weakness: She was ticklish. Jester now liked to concoct her wicked schemes around this Achille’s Heel to humiliate her at every chance she got. And once Ricochet arrived in town, things had gotten much worse. Jessica had now begun incorporating the former assassin since she had discovered that he and The Leopard had feelings for each other.
The Leopard barely registered another thought before she felt the taser at the back of her neck…
The gaming chair that Ellie had been cuffed to appeared to be the only item in the empty, heavily padded room, other than a computer monitor and speaker. As if by some kind of strange, psychic ability, Jessica suddenly appeared on the screen. She was all dolled up in her usual jester costume and face paint.
“Wakey wakey, Kitty Cat.” Jessica mocked. “You know, it’s really funny to me. All of these times that I have succeeded in getting the drop on you and making you take a nap nap and I have yet to try to pull off that mask of yours and find out who you are. Hell, I have even stripped you down to your bare ass before and still left the mask on. And do you want to know why that is?”
“Sure… why not?” Ellie sounded sarcastic and uninterested.
“It’s because I already know so much about you. You’re The Leopard. Mid Thirties. In love with Jack Leiberman. terrific rack…” Ellie scowled at the perverted remark. “And very… very… ticklish.”
“Get to the damn point, Jester? What’s it gonna be? More tickle torture? This is getting so old. I mean at some point, it has to stop being funny.”
“Actually this time, it has next to nothing to do with you.” Jessica said. “You’re not the star of this show. You’re the opening act… though I can very safely tell you that no, you being ticklish will never stop being funny. No, understand that you are just the bait in this scenario. Like Ricochet was the last time that we all got together.” She said that last part as if she had thought of the encounter as some kind of special reunion. “And don’t you fret. He has been sent an invitation to the party.”
“What are you planning, Jester?”
“Well, as I said, I feel like I know you so well. But with him… I dunno. I just have a few questions that I want answered. And maybe if my little experiment works… it will just help me feel all the closer to both of you.”
“I’d rather you feel closer to a prison cell.” Ellie quipped.
“Such a party pooper. But no matter. Lover boy will be here soon. And then… we will see what he is made of…”
Ricochet had abandoned his sniper rifle before entering the massive warehouse just across from Pier 13 in Atlas city. The sky was clear and he knew that using a rifle inside such a building when light could be limited was a bad idea. He still had his 9mm if he needed it.
He pulled out the note that had been sent to him. It had lipstick prints on it. The same shade that Jessica Jester tended to wear. It instructed him to come to the warehouse for a “Special Experiment” and implied that Jester was holding Ellie captive and might harm her if he didn’t show up. His mission was clear: Find his way to Ellie, and rescue her.
There didn’t appear to be many stealthy ways to enter the building. And when the overhead light came on above the entrance, Ricochet scowled. He knew what he had to do. And knowing Jessica… this was guaranteed to be a trap. Jessica Jester had learned over the last couple of years that not only was Ellie incredibly ticklish, but that tickling turned him on. Jessica had used this on multiple occasions to sadistically torment both of them. The former assassin had no reason at all to believe that this would be a simple rescue mission.
He walked in through the front door with his pistol drawn. Suddenly the lights all flipped on and he heard Jessica Jester’s voice over a speaker on the other side of the room.
“Hello, Jack.” She had the nerve to address him by his real name. Her voice, which was typically vexing and condescending, instead sounded steady and sure. It was like a doctor was speaking to him. “I bid you welcome to what promises to be a night of true discovery.”
“No games, Jester!” Ricochet shouted. “Where is she?”
“She is safe. I promise.” Jessica’s voice replied. “As I told her earlier though, this isn’t really about her. She is just a means to an end. Instead, tonight is all about you.”
“What in the Hell are you talking abou-” Ricochet was abruptly cut off by the electric jolt of a taser that quickly rendered him unconscious…
When Ricochet awakened, he was in a nearly empty room. He was still clothed. And that was interesting to him. He had fully expected to be stripped naked as per his previous encounters with Jessica. He was cuffed to a padded, metal chair that was bolted to the floor. His legs was laid out straight in front of him, poking through the back of a similar chair that was facing him. Then just passed that, there was another chair. But this third chair looked more comfortable and formal. Like a gaming chair. He could only assume that it was still somewhere in the warehouse. An assumption that was lent more credibility when he heard Jessica voice come out of a similar speaker.
“Don’t worry. I don’t use enough voltage to leave any lasting pain or soreness.” Her voice promised. “I don’t want you hurt. On the contrary, I want you to feel good.”
“Somehow I doubt that.” Ricochet said.
“No, it’s true. You see, ever since I discovered The Leopard’s tender little secret, and subsequently yours… I have been profoundly fascinated with how you could be turned on by such a silly thing as tickling.” Ricochet was pissed at being called out in such a way, even though he could feel his cheeks becoming warm. “So I did some pretty extensive research. I already knew your name from our first encounter, Jack, so all I had to do was visit your old hometown, disguised as a journalist, and just kinda… poke around. I know all about you now, Mr. Leiberman. Of course I already know your old flame, Kelsey. But now, I have even gotten a chance to speak to some of your family members.”
“Don’t you dare hu-”
“I haven’t hurt any of them. Honest Injun.” Jessica promised in a way that actually sounded genuine. “But I did find out an awful lot about your upbringing while I spoke with your mother in my disguise. You don’t talk to her much anymore do you? Not since you left the military. And I can understand that. Being a contract killer isn’t exactly something that might warm the heart of the woman who brought you into this world. And don’t you worry. I didn’t tell her about any of that. In fact, when I told her about your reputation for assisting the most famous crime fighter this side of the country well, she was so proud of you. Her eyes just lit up. And it opened quite the door with her. She just couldn’t tell me enough about your childhood. How she was a single mom at the time and your older sister helped her raise you. How they were responsible for most of your earliest tickle experiences… I want to get to the heart of the matter. Try and figure out when you first made that connection and discovered your love for the tickle. I have even hired a couple of female psychologists to help me out in this matter. Bear in mind also that you are being filmed. I can see everything that is happening to you. And so can The Leopard, by the way. So hopefully, you won’t get too excited by anything that is to come. We wouldn’t want to make her jealous or anything.”
Ricochet angrily bit his tongue as a door behind him opened. He was ready for just about anything, but not the woman who soon came into view. She had an old fashioned looking purse over her shoulder that she placed on the floor next to the comfy chair before she made herself comfortable in it. She looked a bit older than him. Maybe in her mid 40’s? And she wore a very pleasant smile on her face. She was a little on the plump side, with her huge chest covered by a thick Angora sweater and mom jeans.
“Hello, Dear.” The woman said in a cordial voice. “I’m Mama. And we’re going to have a little fun. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Ricochet didn’t reply. She had to be one of the psychologists that Jessica had mentioned. He knew where this was going. It was obviously some kind of role play game. “I heard that you helped your class win dodge ball at P.E. earlier today.” She spoke to him as if he was still in grade school. “I am so proud of you. And I figured that you have earned some Happy Time.
Happy Time. That’s what his mom used to call it when she would tickle him as a boy. Jessica really had done her research. This would likely prove to put him at a disadvantage.
“Now then, I know it’s been a little while, but I know my special boy’s secrets.” Mama reached her hands forward and began to very delicately untie and remove his combat boots. The fact that his socks had to have smelled terrible after the events of the day didn’t seem to affect her in the slightest. She kept smiling as she pulled off one boot and then the other and proceeded to carefully peel off his socks. Soon, his feet felt freedom as she scooted her chair forwards and gently took them into her lap. “Now that we have freed the piggies, let the Happy Time begin!” She eagerly reached into her purse and pulled out a goose feather. She took the big toe of his left foot in between her thumb and pointer finger to hold it in place and stretch the sole taut as she started to softly dust up and down the exposed arch.
Ricochet tried hard to suppress the smile that was already being coaxed from him as the feather dusted. The woman’s tickling technique wasn’t very complicated. Instead, she merely dusted the same spot, just between his arch and his instep, and waited for him to crack as that maternal smile remained on her face.
“Now now… you know that tickles.” She told him. “It’s okay to laugh. You’re with Mama.” The feather finally switched tactics, now slowly sweeping along the stems of his toes. He tried suddenly to pull his feet away and she knew she had him. She dropped the feather and delicately tickled his toes with her fingertips.
“Hehehehehehehe…” Ricochet couldn’t help it. He gave in.
“There’s my little boy.” Mama soon started using her fingers to tickle the bottoms of his feet. “Just as ticklish as you were back when you were a toddler. Remember when I used to tickle you in your crib?. I remember when you were being fussy because you didn’t like your new diapers, so I played tickle with you until you peed so that you could get used to them.”
Ricochet was so mad. He couldn’t believe that his mom had apparently told Jessica such an embarrassing story.
“After that, I knew that playing tickle with my special boy would be a regular thing. So I learned all the tickle songs. I played This Little Piggy with you and pretended that I was the tickle monster and was going to eat your feet. I’ll never forget how much you laughed when you were trapped in Mama’s arms. Whether you hurt yourself outside… or another kid was mean to you… Mama always knew how to make you laugh…” The woman sporadically ran her index fingers up and down the centers of his soles.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha…” There was little that Ricochet could do but succumb to the gentle touches at his feet and recall the events that were described to him. Jessica clearly wanted this woman to confront him with his past in an effort to find out more about the origin of his fetish. It wasn’t enough to just ask him. She had to pry it from him in this way. And this woman who was assisting her seemed all too eager to do so.
And she did so very well. Her fingertips would softly poke and tap in various spots and then focus on the points that caused his toes to curl or a giggle to slip out. She would hold her hands out as if allowing a cop to cuff her wrists and then drag all of her nails slowly up and down the arches.
“Coochie coochie coo, baby boy.” She said to him whenever she found a sweet spot. And she had already found several. When she got to his toes though, that’s when she really had fun. “This little piggy went to the market… this little piggy stayed home… this little piggy had roast beef… Oh my, such wiggly pigglies…”
“Hahahahahahahaha hehehehehehehe hahahahahahahaha…”
“These widdle toesie woesies missed Mama, didn’t they?” The older woman sadistically held the toes apart and ran the feather in between them to get at the all too sensitive webbing there. “Tickle tickle, baby boy… tickle tickle, giggle giggle…”
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe…” Ricochet couldn’t believe the effect that the infantile cooing was having on him. He didn’t even know this woman but she was playing her part so well that he felt absolutely helpless with her. Just as he would have felt if it was actually his real mother tickling him so.
“Ut oh! The tickle monster is here!”
“No, Mama please!”
“I’m gonna get those feet!” She taunted him, leaning her head down and taking his left foot in both hands. “I’m gonna get those feet! I’m gonna gobble up all of these little piggies!” She took his toes into her mouth and playfully nommed at them, bringing Ricochet to a state of uncontrollable hilarity.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOO HEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She gnawed at his toes and snaked her tongue over them, sometimes slithering it between them as she had with the feather.
“Oh yes… such delicious piggies! Nom nom nom nom!” She brought her fingertips back into play, stroking his soles while nibbling his toes. “There’s no escape from the tickle monster! She will always find you!!!”
Despite his cackling and desperation. Something else was happening. He was starting to feel aroused. The recreations of his childhood tickles was causing his penis to swell inside of his pants.
Soon enough… Mama gave him a break to get a breath or two in. She just gave him a caring gaze as Jessica’s voice could once again be heard.
“How are you feeling, Jack?” Jester asked. “I can see the bulge in your pants. Did memories of the tickle monster awaken something in you?”
“This is so humiliating! Let me and Leopard go! None of this serves any real purpose, does it?”
“Is that when you first started to realize that you liked being tickled? When your mom would play with you?” Jessica ignored his question completely. You know, the science behind it… the flow of blood to the penis… it happens even in the womb. Odds are that not only do you not remember your first erection, but that you probably regularly got them when she tickled you all those years ago.”
“You’re sick!”
“But not dishonest.” Jessica could be heard giggling cruelly.
“Oh, don’t listen to her, dear.” Mama stole Ricochet’s attention away from the speaker. “I brought some of your old toys.” She reached back into her purse and pulled out something so small that he couldn’t even make out what it was. “You remember your old Hot Wheels cars, right?”
“No… don’t…”
Mama took his right foot, holding it steady, and began to drive the small model car up and down the arch.
“Vroom… vroom… vroom…”
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Oh yes, the tiny cars go vroom vroom vroom…” The little wheels running up and down his skin tickled in a similar way to having a massager rolled up and down. Ricochet was really struggling to keep the giggles inside. A battle that he was currently losing.
“That’s enough.” Jessica’s voice announced. “Mama, you know what to do.”
The woman at Ricochet’s feet immediately stopped what she was doing, dropped the toy car to the floor, and rolled her chair over to Ricochet’s left side. She then reached down and unzipped his pants, yanking them down to his thighs.
“Whoa! Whoa! What the fuck is this?” Ricochet yelled as the woman took his semi hard penis out and began to stroke it.
“I need answers, Jack.” Jessica explained. “So while she stimulates you, we are going to dive a bit deeper into this.” The woman already had him completely hard. How much was Jessica paying her to do this?
“So, we have covered the fact that in all likelihood, your mother was the first one to tickle you. This is crucial to understanding your fetish because it was the origin whether you understood it or not. So… a few questions: How old were you when you first noticed your erections?”
“I don’t… I don’t know…” Ricochet was having trouble concentrating with the woman’s skilled hands manipulating him. “I think it was when I was eight or nine.”
“What was going on at the time?”
“Jessica, please! This is too embarrassing.”
“You aren’t moving forward until I get what I want. And I promise you that you don’t have long before you get REALLY happy.” Her obvious reference to the threat of orgasm when he could be seen by Ellie rang throughout his mind. “Mama… give him the tickle boots.”
“The what?” Ricochet watched as the woman beside him scooted her chair behind him and out of his sight. He heard her lifting something that he couldn’t see and she soon moved back over past him and towards his feet. He could see that she was carrying two leather boots that didn’t look too unlike his own. But the glance or two that he got of the interiors showed him what looked like sheets of circuitry. Mama started to tie his shoes, humming a little tune as she did so and finally securing them to his feet. She then revealed a small remote from her pocket and pressed a button. Suddenly, Ricochet felt various pokes and touches on the soles of his feet. What felt like women’s fingertips and nails.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha what is thihihihihisss hahahahahahahahahahaha…” He asked through giggles as Mama moved back over to give her attention once again to his penis.
“Good, now you say eight or nine. What was going on at the time?”
“I cahahahahahan’t…” He shook his head.
“Jackie boy, this isn’t getting you any closer to your lover.” Jessica pointed out. “What was going on when you first recognized an erection?”
“I… hahahahahahaha… I was… I was being tickled…”
“That’s what I thought.” Jessica said. “Tell me about it.”
“I had… I was running around the house with a toy sword… hahahaha… My mom got mad… hehehehehehehe… She had told me so many times not to ruhuhuhun inside the house.”
“So she tickled you as punishment?”
“She made it into a gahahahame. She said… hehehehe… she said that if I wanted to run… I should try running into her bedroom, around her bed… and back out again… hahaha…”
“Go on…”
“I ran in the room with my sword. She had changed her clothes. She was wearing one of her nightgowns and a thin pair of gloves… hehehehe… she pretended to be a queen… as if I had intruded into her castle. She took my sword away and picked me up, lifting me onto the bed and laying me down before she… she climbed on top of me and sat on my legs…”
“What happened next, Jack?” Jessica inquired as Mama continued to masturbate him.
“She announced that she had caught a thief… hahahahahaha… and that the punishment should be severe. Then she started to tickle my feet… with those soft, gloved fingers… I couldn’t move. I couldn’t wiggle out from under her… hehehehe hahahahahaha…” Those boots were tickling his feet as Mama rubbed him down.
“Did she say things to you? Tickle talk?”
“Yeeesss hahahahahaha…”
“Like tickle tickle? Coochie coo?” Mama asked, voicing her own question.
“When she tickled my toes… I looked down to see like… a tent in my shorts. She never noticed…”
“Well her intent was to punish you. She wouldn’t have been paying any attention to it. She just wanted to make you laugh.”
“I eventually got away… ran into my room. I didn’t know what was happening to me… but it went away after a few minutes…”
“Interesting. Very interesting.” Jessica could be heard pondering.
“But that was when she got ho…” Ricochet caught himself. He had said enough already. He didn’t need to continue on.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Nothing. Stop this now!”
“Mama… he doesn’t look happy enough.”
The woman now used both of her hands in a slight twist and tug motion that felt heavenly. But Ricochet had to hold on somehow.
“Tell me the rest of the story, Ricochet…”
“My older sister got home… she thought that I had been in her room and told mom. They cornered me in my room and sat on me… and tickled me till I cried.”
“So you felt in a way that you were being punished for liking it before… hmm… Okay, Mama. We can let him go.”
Ricochet breathed a sigh of relief as Mama let go of him and removed the boots. After that, she untied his ankles and then, walked around him to uncuff his wrists. The process took only a couple of minutes. As angry and humiliated as Ricochet was, he didn’t have it in him to hurt a middle aged woman. Especially one who was clearly just a pawn in Jessica’s twisted game. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t question her.
“Where is Leopard?”
“I promise you that I do not know. Me and the other… we were only hired to play our respective roles.” The woman called Mama explained. “Jessica only told me that once I freed you, I was to instruct you to move to the room across the hall from this one. I can only assume that the next part of her plan begins there.”
Ricochet growled and moved over to the far chair to grab his boots.
“Uh uh uh…” Mama wagged a finger at him. “You are not allowed to take those with you. Jessica’s orders.”
“You better hope that we never meet again.” Ricochet warned as he walked out of the room, realizing that his pistol had been taken away from him as well. He was unarmed. And he would have to face whatever lied ahead without any kind of weapon…
Ellie growled angrily as Jessica entered her room in the flesh. She literally skipped, like a kindergartner, over to where The Leopard sat.
“Well, that was enlightening, wasn’t it?” The evil clown asked.
“He’s right, you know. You are sick.” Ellie spat at her captor.
“It never ceases to amaze me.” Jessica raised a single finger, moving it towards Ellie in a threatening manner. “Just how quickly either you or he can go from being so in charge and intimidating…” The finger got near Ellie’s tummy and the crime fighter tensed in her chair apprehensively. “…To scared and giggly in a moment’s time. I think that it’s why I love torturing you so much.” Jessica reached over with the same hand and placed it on Ellie’s shoulder. “You should be thanking me. The things that are being revealed here tonight… he may never have revealed any of this to you unless he was forced to. You are learning things about your crush that you never would have known if it wasn’t for me.”
“What do you want? A thank you?” Ellie sneered. “You are exploiting a man for your own deviant and perverse amusement. That’s all you are doing.”
“Oh, I’m the deviant? I’m the pervert? Kind of like the kitty calling the puppy furry, isn’t it? Like you don’t play with him or let him play with you? What is the difference? I am just trying to explore all of this a little bit. There is no bomb that is going to go off. No lives that are going to be lost. Well, maybe one. But really just the simple fact that if he ever wants to see you again… he will make his way through the next two challenges and then, finally… he will be able to really prove his love for you.” Jessica clapped her hands together excitedly. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Jessica… You have to know the very real danger that you are in.” Ellie said, getting the clown’s attention.
“Pray tell…”
“I don’t kill. It’s against my code. You know that you can do certain things to me and the worse you’ll get is the shit kicked out of you. But Jack is a killer, Jessica. And though I don’t approve… I might not be able to stop him from eliminating you if you ever push him too far.”
“Oh, I’m going to push him, Leopard.” The villainess promised with a twisted grin. “Until he bursts…”
I envy Ricochet. 
