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As Ricochet approached the door to the room where Mama instructed him to go, he took a moment to lean against the wall and sigh. He had never been so humbled in his life as he had just been in the previous room. And knowing that both Jessica and Ellie had seen and heard the whole thing made it even more unbearable. It wasn’t that he thought that Ellie would think low of him or anything necessarily, but as someone who built a reputation on being tough and being fearsome… the odds of such knowledge becoming public made him cringe. He thought back to when Ellie had first told him about the video that Jessica had taken of her tickle torture and about how when it leaked, that was the worst part of the whole ordeal. How it had completely stripped her of her image of a tough crime fighter and instead that image was now replaced with that a giggling and pleading child. He tried not to think about it too much more when he took a deep breath and walked into the next room.
It looked like a living room. The carpet was very thick and heavily padded as if to invite one to lay down on it. There was a sofa and even a mock TV near a bookshelf with fake books in it. Everything about the room was made up like a set in a Saturday Night Live sketch or something. Stranger than that however, was that he recognized it. Jessica had gone through great lengths to recreate the TV room from the basement in the house that he had grown up in. He was instantly hit with long buried memories of staying up late at night with the volume off to watch scary movies without his mom finding out, or having friends over for sleepovers in grade school. Of course, he was also hit with memories of other things that used to happen often in that room. Specifically, things that happened between him and his older sister.
“What is this now?” Ricochet asked as soon as his eye caught the one speaker in this room. There was no immediate reply. “Jester?”
“Sorry, I am here.” The voice chimed in. “I decided to take a moment and check on your friend. She’s awfully worried about you, ya know. Makes me sick.”
“You leave her alone!”
“I will as long as you make it through my game.” Jessica told him. “Now, in the last room, you brought up your sister. I got to talk to her too, in fact. She had some fun stories about you. How you two used to bicker like all siblings do. But it didn’t matter who started it, did it, Jack? Because she always knew how to finish it.”
“I am not amused by any of this, bitch.”
“That’s okay. I find it incredibly amusing. Your sensitivity… your suffering… your embarrassment… it’s all pretty good stuff. Anyways, I think I will leave you two alone for a few minutes.”
“You two? Who…” The door opened behind Ricochet and he turned to see a woman enter. This woman was built like a goddess. Statuesque, athletic, but with a healthy bosom and posterior to boot. She was dressed in an old Spice Girls tee shirt and daisy dukes. She flipped her blonde hair out of her face. Though her apparel and make-up gave her the vibe of a girl in her young teens, her face looked closer to thirty. Kelly Bundy with implants. Clearly the other female psychologist.
“Let me guess. You’re…”
“They call me Big Sis.” The blonde told him.
“Uh huh…” Ricochet rolled his eyes and threw off his coat, tossing it to the ground. He was done with this. “I kind of figured something like that. Look, you’re gonna tell me where Leopard is… or I’m gonna smash your goddamn face into the floor.”
“So quick to violence. But I guess that is to be expected.” The blonde remarked. “After all, from what I hear, fighting with your older sister was a pretty normal thing when you were growing up. Typical of siblings really. Teasing each other… rough housing. But the problem is that someone always ends up crying, huh? Or laughing at least.” Her lips curled into a knowing smirk following those last few words.
“This is your last chance. I will hurt you. I do not care that you’re a woman.”
“Come at me, bro.” Bis Sis lifted her fists, more than ready for action. Ricochet wasn’t in any mood for games. He struck first, throwing a punch towards her stomach. She was fast though, deflecting and taking his wrist before pulling him down onto the ground and rolling on top of him. “You should know not to mess with me. I always win.”
Ricochet grunted in anger and rolled out from under her. She offered a kick that planted square in his chest, knocking him back down onto the carpet. This woman was strong and clearly had some kind of martial arts training. He wondered how much time it had taken Jester to find these women. It was at that point though, when he found himself laying under her, his hands pinned down under her knees as she straddled his waist.
“Just like old times, eh?” She chuckled and brought her fingers to the bottom of his black turtleneck sweater, untucking it from his pants and rolling it up to expose his abdomen. “You should know better than to pick fights with Big Sis. Lord knows I babysat you enough to know how to deal with you. Or have you forgotten about the tickle fights we used to have. I was never that ticklish myself but I got to know your body pretty well…” She brought two perfectly manicured fingernails to his toned belly, slowly drifting them from just under his bellybutton to the waistband of his pants. “I am sure that you remember when you used to try and argue with me over what we watched on TV. I would just pin you down and tickle your widdle tummy till you gave in to me.”
“This isn’t funny.” Ricochet struggled underneath the blonde. He was angry and flustered but cracked the briefest smile when her fingernails touched his lower tummy.
“Then why are you smiling? Check the grin, bro.” She teased as her fingertips softly played along his waistline. “You look absolutely delighted. Like you’re so happy to see your Big Sis.
“Hahaha… hehehe… stop this now!” He looked up at Big Sis to see her shake her head no and smirk deviously at him. She had found two soft spots, one on either side just above his hips and was now probing them gently with her index fingers. This was enough to break the dam. “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Big Sis always knows what buttons to push.” The blonde grabbed his sides just above his waist and proceeded to vibrate her thumbs into those same spots. “Tickle tickle, little brother…”
“NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP! STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ricochet was soon shaking his head and struggling with all of his might to worm out from under her. But it seemed an impossible task.
“Goosey goosey gonna getcha!” She giggled happily as she mercilessly probed those soft pockets. “Gonna getcha getcha getcha!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Still don’t think this is funny?” She asked him as she let go of his sides. “How about we play Typewriter?” Before he could reply, she started to gently poke his belly in random spots with her index fingers, as if she was using a typewriter. “M-Y L-I-T-T-L-E B-R-O-T-H-E-R I-S S-O-O-O T-I-C-K-L-I-S-H…” She sounded the words out as she typed. “H-E P-R-O-B-A-B-L-Y D-R-E-A-M-S A-B-O-U-T B-E-I-N-G T-I-C-K-L-E-D A-N-D W-E-T-S T-H-E B-E-D. Hahaha.”
“Hahahahahahaha no more…”
“Awww, poor you.” Big Sis stopped typing for a minute to let him breathe. “It must be tough being so ticklish. Tell ya what. I tickle you for twenty seconds. If you keep a straight face, I will let you get up.”
Ricochet didn’t know what to think. At least it was worth a shot. He nodded his agreement.
“Okay. Get ready, little bro. You’re a tough guy. Put on your war face.” She cheered him on. “Start counting down from 20… now!”
“Twenty… Nineteen… Eighteen…” As he started to count, he felt fer fingers dragging lightly up his sides before spidering back down. It tickled, but he didn’t smile. “Seventeen… Sixteen… Fifteen… Fourteen… Thirteen…”
“That’s right. You’re a big boy. You can do this. Just tell yourself that it doesn’t tickle.” She urged as she massaged near his ribs and lightly scratched at his nipples through his shirt.
“Twelve… Eleven… Ten…” He looked up to see her smiling wickedly at him, as if she knew something that he didn’t. But he just kept counting. “Nine… Eight…”
“Atta boy. You’re almost free.” She told him.
“Seven… Six… Fi…” He was suddenly cut off when he felt her index fingers teasing the tops of his ribs, inching near his underarms. She smiled knowingly and slithered the fingers under his arms. Because his arms were locked at his sides, her index fingers were now trapped in their warm new homes. And Big Sis made them into hooks and wiggled them slowly.
A grin formed on Ricochet’s face. A big one.
“There’s a ticklish smile if I’ve ever seen one.” Big Sis said as she continued to wriggle her two fingers under his arms. “I think I’ve got a weak spot. You’re not even counting anymore.”
Ricochet snorted slightly and the giggles returned.
“Hehehehehe hahahahahahahahaha…”
“Oh yeah… definitely a weak spot. You’re really ticklish, little bro. Tickle tickle tickle… Coochie coochie coo…”
As she teased and tickled his underarms, he started to feel himself stiffening again, like he had in the previous room. And as she was straddling him, she had to have felt it under her bottom. Sure enough, she reacted to it.
“Ut oh. Does the T word do something to you?” She asked. “Does it make you feel… good… when I say tickle tickle?” She abruptly got up off of him to let him see the now huge bulge in his pants. He tried to scoot back and away from her but she was almost impossibly fast, seizing his Turtleneck and ripping it right off over his head. “I see a tummy. Hahaha.” She taunted him as she could see him blushing. “I see sides… I see ribs…”
“Two can play at this game.” Ricochet reached out at her and tickled the sides of her breasts near her ribs. She gasped and giggled.
“So you DO want to tickle fight? Okay. You’re on. Let’s even out the playing field.” She took off her tee shirt and unsnapped her bra, releasing her 30 M cups to the naked eye. His eyes went wide when he saw them. “Come on and try to tickle me, Bro.”
Ricochet reached out and grabbed her sides. She wiggled a little and giggled, her breasts wobbling with her laughter.
“Hehehehehe not bad little brother… hahaha… But I’m coming to get you…” Her nails found his belly again and as the two of them tickled each other, he found himself getting harder and harder. He almost didn’t notice when she deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His erection was solid, jutting out of the hole in the front of his boxers. He moved his fingers back up to her ribs and she slumped down in front of him. At first, he felt proud, thinking that it meant he was tickling her too much for her to stand, but he quickly realized his error when she went in for the kill. “Wrap your arms around his waist and bring his belly to your face.” She sing songed before pressing her chest against his groin and blowing into his bellybutton.
Prrrrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrttt…
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ricochet instantly became weak at the knees and went down to the floor. She didn’t let go, though. She held on to him, following him to the carpet and blowing raspberry after raspberry.
“Tickle tickle…” Prrrrbtbtbtbtbtbtbtbt. “Tickle tickle tickle…” Prrrrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrttt. Her fingertips tickled his sides as she blew and he found himself losing control. It was then that she shifted her position just slightly, and his penis ended up firmly between her breasts. He realized right away what she was doing as he remembered that everything was being filmed. He couldn’t cum on camera with Ellie watching. She would never forgive him. He fought through the weakening effects of the tickle torture and successfully pushed Big Sis off of him, backing himself up and climbing up onto the sofa.
“Where you going, bro? You’re not scared, are you?” Big Sis moved towards him, wiggling her fingers in the air menacingly.
“That’s enough.” Jessica’s voice was heard over the speaker and though Big Sis looked a bit disappointed, she stopped where she was and nodded. “Jack, since you look pretty hard up at the moment. Hahaha. We’ll proceed to the next step of this round. Big Sis, could you fit our friend here with the feather donut?” Ricochet wondered what the Hell Jessica was talking about when Big Sis moved over to the sofa and reached underneath it to pull out what looked like a large, padded donut that was missing it’s center half. He could see that there were about two dozen tiny feathers inside of it as Big Sis locked it around his midsection, trapping his belly, sides, and lower back inside of it and locking it shut. She then inserted a small tube of some kind into the right side of it.
“What is this?” Ricochet asked before Big Sis took a seat on his right side.
“So as you got a little older, your mom didn’t tickle you as much. But your sister still did. Being a few years older than you, she didn’t care if you became aroused when she tickled you. It was all in good fun.” Jessica reminded him. “Tell me about the most important memory that you have of your sister tickling you.”
As Ricochet tried to think back, Big Sis pressed a button on a tiny remote that had been under the couch as well and he heard a slight whirring noise as air was sent through the tube into the donut. This caused the feathers inside to all fly and drift about, breezing along his tummy and sides here and there.
“Hahaha hehehehehe…” Ricochet giggled quietly as Big Sis reached over and took his erection in her hands, much like the woman in the previous room had, lovingly masturbating him as he tried to focus.
“Feels nice, huh Mr. Tickle?” The blonde teased.
“Ricochet, I am waiting for an answer.” Jessica regained his attention.
“She… she walked in on me… hahahaha when I was about eleven. I was getting dressed for school… hehehehe… she pushed me on my bed. I only had a pair of shorts on. She tickled me in my bed… sat on my chest and pinned my arms… her back to me… she tickled my tummy for almost twenty minutes. She didn’t say anything about it when I got hard. She just kept tickling. I don’t think that she cared at all about it. It meant nothing to her.”
“Do you think she was trying to bully you?”
“No… hehehehehe hahahaha…”
“It sounds like she was just being a good sister and taking care of her little brother, playing with him before he had to go to school. Making him laugh so he would start out the day happy.” Big Sis offered.
“She talked to me the whole time… hahahahaha… telling me how ticklish I was and playing little games with me… Trying to see if I could hum a song or recite the ABC’s while she tickled me. I couldn’t do any of it… hehehehe…”
“Like I said… she was being a good sister. Cheering you up.”
“No… it was because I had… hahahaha… I had done something bad…”
“The plot thickens…” Jessica’s voice could be heard once again. “What crime had you committed, crime fighter?”
“The night before… she had two of her friends over… she caught me peeking on them… All three of them had tickled me that night but only for about a minute or so to chase me out. The next morning… she was getting revenge…hehehehehehehe…” He cracked into giggles after the confession.
“Those feathers really tickle on your tummy, don’t they?” Big Sis gave him a sexy wink as she continued to jerk him. Ricochet was getting super turned on. If this continued for too much longer, he would lose it for sure. “Tickle tickle, little bro. Tickle tickle tickle on your tummy wummy wummy…”
“Okay, Big Sis, that’s enough.” Jessica ordered. Big Sis let go of his massive erection and kissed him on the cheek before taking the donut off of him. He was relieved. He knew that he needed to take a few breaths and try to control his libido. He had come so close to orgasming just a couple of minutes ago. And he could only guess at what other erotic challenges Jessica had set up for him.
“Hey.” Big Sis completely broke character. “You got a nice cock. If I ever see you at a bar or anything, feel free to buy me a drink.” She got up off of the couch. He didn’t respond top her flirt, but lifted himself up after a few moments, reaching for his pants. “Uh uh uh…” Big Sis wagged a finger at him. “Jester’s orders. If you lose it…”
“I lose it. Got it.” Ricochet understood. It was the same rules from the previous room. He would have to continue on… completely naked…
When Jessica Jester walked into the padded room where The Leopard was being held, she was met with instantaneous hostility.
“You fucking bitch! You end this now!”
“What? You didn’t like seeing your boy toy with his cock between Big Sis’ tits?” Jessica taunted. “I don’t know about you, but I think we almost saw him fire off a shot or two. Between us, I don’t think he’ll make it through the next room without giving in to biology, if you catch my drift.”
“I meant what I said before, Jessica.” Ellie struggled in her chair a little. “Though I can’t speak for what he might do to you if given the chance, I would never kill you. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t break your bones and beat you within an inch of your life if you don’t stop this shit right now!!!”
“Look, Kitty Cat. You can’t stop any of this.” Jessica smirked. “I will see the rest of my plans for the two of you come to fruition. And you will sit there… and like it.”
At that, the clown walked out of the room, and left Ellie cursing quietly.
It looked like a living room. The carpet was very thick and heavily padded as if to invite one to lay down on it. There was a sofa and even a mock TV near a bookshelf with fake books in it. Everything about the room was made up like a set in a Saturday Night Live sketch or something. Stranger than that however, was that he recognized it. Jessica had gone through great lengths to recreate the TV room from the basement in the house that he had grown up in. He was instantly hit with long buried memories of staying up late at night with the volume off to watch scary movies without his mom finding out, or having friends over for sleepovers in grade school. Of course, he was also hit with memories of other things that used to happen often in that room. Specifically, things that happened between him and his older sister.
“What is this now?” Ricochet asked as soon as his eye caught the one speaker in this room. There was no immediate reply. “Jester?”
“Sorry, I am here.” The voice chimed in. “I decided to take a moment and check on your friend. She’s awfully worried about you, ya know. Makes me sick.”
“You leave her alone!”
“I will as long as you make it through my game.” Jessica told him. “Now, in the last room, you brought up your sister. I got to talk to her too, in fact. She had some fun stories about you. How you two used to bicker like all siblings do. But it didn’t matter who started it, did it, Jack? Because she always knew how to finish it.”
“I am not amused by any of this, bitch.”
“That’s okay. I find it incredibly amusing. Your sensitivity… your suffering… your embarrassment… it’s all pretty good stuff. Anyways, I think I will leave you two alone for a few minutes.”
“You two? Who…” The door opened behind Ricochet and he turned to see a woman enter. This woman was built like a goddess. Statuesque, athletic, but with a healthy bosom and posterior to boot. She was dressed in an old Spice Girls tee shirt and daisy dukes. She flipped her blonde hair out of her face. Though her apparel and make-up gave her the vibe of a girl in her young teens, her face looked closer to thirty. Kelly Bundy with implants. Clearly the other female psychologist.
“Let me guess. You’re…”
“They call me Big Sis.” The blonde told him.
“Uh huh…” Ricochet rolled his eyes and threw off his coat, tossing it to the ground. He was done with this. “I kind of figured something like that. Look, you’re gonna tell me where Leopard is… or I’m gonna smash your goddamn face into the floor.”
“So quick to violence. But I guess that is to be expected.” The blonde remarked. “After all, from what I hear, fighting with your older sister was a pretty normal thing when you were growing up. Typical of siblings really. Teasing each other… rough housing. But the problem is that someone always ends up crying, huh? Or laughing at least.” Her lips curled into a knowing smirk following those last few words.
“This is your last chance. I will hurt you. I do not care that you’re a woman.”
“Come at me, bro.” Bis Sis lifted her fists, more than ready for action. Ricochet wasn’t in any mood for games. He struck first, throwing a punch towards her stomach. She was fast though, deflecting and taking his wrist before pulling him down onto the ground and rolling on top of him. “You should know not to mess with me. I always win.”
Ricochet grunted in anger and rolled out from under her. She offered a kick that planted square in his chest, knocking him back down onto the carpet. This woman was strong and clearly had some kind of martial arts training. He wondered how much time it had taken Jester to find these women. It was at that point though, when he found himself laying under her, his hands pinned down under her knees as she straddled his waist.
“Just like old times, eh?” She chuckled and brought her fingers to the bottom of his black turtleneck sweater, untucking it from his pants and rolling it up to expose his abdomen. “You should know better than to pick fights with Big Sis. Lord knows I babysat you enough to know how to deal with you. Or have you forgotten about the tickle fights we used to have. I was never that ticklish myself but I got to know your body pretty well…” She brought two perfectly manicured fingernails to his toned belly, slowly drifting them from just under his bellybutton to the waistband of his pants. “I am sure that you remember when you used to try and argue with me over what we watched on TV. I would just pin you down and tickle your widdle tummy till you gave in to me.”
“This isn’t funny.” Ricochet struggled underneath the blonde. He was angry and flustered but cracked the briefest smile when her fingernails touched his lower tummy.
“Then why are you smiling? Check the grin, bro.” She teased as her fingertips softly played along his waistline. “You look absolutely delighted. Like you’re so happy to see your Big Sis.
“Hahaha… hehehe… stop this now!” He looked up at Big Sis to see her shake her head no and smirk deviously at him. She had found two soft spots, one on either side just above his hips and was now probing them gently with her index fingers. This was enough to break the dam. “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Big Sis always knows what buttons to push.” The blonde grabbed his sides just above his waist and proceeded to vibrate her thumbs into those same spots. “Tickle tickle, little brother…”
“NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA STOP! STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ricochet was soon shaking his head and struggling with all of his might to worm out from under her. But it seemed an impossible task.
“Goosey goosey gonna getcha!” She giggled happily as she mercilessly probed those soft pockets. “Gonna getcha getcha getcha!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Still don’t think this is funny?” She asked him as she let go of his sides. “How about we play Typewriter?” Before he could reply, she started to gently poke his belly in random spots with her index fingers, as if she was using a typewriter. “M-Y L-I-T-T-L-E B-R-O-T-H-E-R I-S S-O-O-O T-I-C-K-L-I-S-H…” She sounded the words out as she typed. “H-E P-R-O-B-A-B-L-Y D-R-E-A-M-S A-B-O-U-T B-E-I-N-G T-I-C-K-L-E-D A-N-D W-E-T-S T-H-E B-E-D. Hahaha.”
“Hahahahahahaha no more…”
“Awww, poor you.” Big Sis stopped typing for a minute to let him breathe. “It must be tough being so ticklish. Tell ya what. I tickle you for twenty seconds. If you keep a straight face, I will let you get up.”
Ricochet didn’t know what to think. At least it was worth a shot. He nodded his agreement.
“Okay. Get ready, little bro. You’re a tough guy. Put on your war face.” She cheered him on. “Start counting down from 20… now!”
“Twenty… Nineteen… Eighteen…” As he started to count, he felt fer fingers dragging lightly up his sides before spidering back down. It tickled, but he didn’t smile. “Seventeen… Sixteen… Fifteen… Fourteen… Thirteen…”
“That’s right. You’re a big boy. You can do this. Just tell yourself that it doesn’t tickle.” She urged as she massaged near his ribs and lightly scratched at his nipples through his shirt.
“Twelve… Eleven… Ten…” He looked up to see her smiling wickedly at him, as if she knew something that he didn’t. But he just kept counting. “Nine… Eight…”
“Atta boy. You’re almost free.” She told him.
“Seven… Six… Fi…” He was suddenly cut off when he felt her index fingers teasing the tops of his ribs, inching near his underarms. She smiled knowingly and slithered the fingers under his arms. Because his arms were locked at his sides, her index fingers were now trapped in their warm new homes. And Big Sis made them into hooks and wiggled them slowly.
A grin formed on Ricochet’s face. A big one.
“There’s a ticklish smile if I’ve ever seen one.” Big Sis said as she continued to wriggle her two fingers under his arms. “I think I’ve got a weak spot. You’re not even counting anymore.”
Ricochet snorted slightly and the giggles returned.
“Hehehehehe hahahahahahahahaha…”
“Oh yeah… definitely a weak spot. You’re really ticklish, little bro. Tickle tickle tickle… Coochie coochie coo…”
As she teased and tickled his underarms, he started to feel himself stiffening again, like he had in the previous room. And as she was straddling him, she had to have felt it under her bottom. Sure enough, she reacted to it.
“Ut oh. Does the T word do something to you?” She asked. “Does it make you feel… good… when I say tickle tickle?” She abruptly got up off of him to let him see the now huge bulge in his pants. He tried to scoot back and away from her but she was almost impossibly fast, seizing his Turtleneck and ripping it right off over his head. “I see a tummy. Hahaha.” She taunted him as she could see him blushing. “I see sides… I see ribs…”
“Two can play at this game.” Ricochet reached out at her and tickled the sides of her breasts near her ribs. She gasped and giggled.
“So you DO want to tickle fight? Okay. You’re on. Let’s even out the playing field.” She took off her tee shirt and unsnapped her bra, releasing her 30 M cups to the naked eye. His eyes went wide when he saw them. “Come on and try to tickle me, Bro.”
Ricochet reached out and grabbed her sides. She wiggled a little and giggled, her breasts wobbling with her laughter.
“Hehehehehe not bad little brother… hahaha… But I’m coming to get you…” Her nails found his belly again and as the two of them tickled each other, he found himself getting harder and harder. He almost didn’t notice when she deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. His erection was solid, jutting out of the hole in the front of his boxers. He moved his fingers back up to her ribs and she slumped down in front of him. At first, he felt proud, thinking that it meant he was tickling her too much for her to stand, but he quickly realized his error when she went in for the kill. “Wrap your arms around his waist and bring his belly to your face.” She sing songed before pressing her chest against his groin and blowing into his bellybutton.
Prrrrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrttt…
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ricochet instantly became weak at the knees and went down to the floor. She didn’t let go, though. She held on to him, following him to the carpet and blowing raspberry after raspberry.
“Tickle tickle…” Prrrrbtbtbtbtbtbtbtbt. “Tickle tickle tickle…” Prrrrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrttt. Her fingertips tickled his sides as she blew and he found himself losing control. It was then that she shifted her position just slightly, and his penis ended up firmly between her breasts. He realized right away what she was doing as he remembered that everything was being filmed. He couldn’t cum on camera with Ellie watching. She would never forgive him. He fought through the weakening effects of the tickle torture and successfully pushed Big Sis off of him, backing himself up and climbing up onto the sofa.
“Where you going, bro? You’re not scared, are you?” Big Sis moved towards him, wiggling her fingers in the air menacingly.
“That’s enough.” Jessica’s voice was heard over the speaker and though Big Sis looked a bit disappointed, she stopped where she was and nodded. “Jack, since you look pretty hard up at the moment. Hahaha. We’ll proceed to the next step of this round. Big Sis, could you fit our friend here with the feather donut?” Ricochet wondered what the Hell Jessica was talking about when Big Sis moved over to the sofa and reached underneath it to pull out what looked like a large, padded donut that was missing it’s center half. He could see that there were about two dozen tiny feathers inside of it as Big Sis locked it around his midsection, trapping his belly, sides, and lower back inside of it and locking it shut. She then inserted a small tube of some kind into the right side of it.
“What is this?” Ricochet asked before Big Sis took a seat on his right side.
“So as you got a little older, your mom didn’t tickle you as much. But your sister still did. Being a few years older than you, she didn’t care if you became aroused when she tickled you. It was all in good fun.” Jessica reminded him. “Tell me about the most important memory that you have of your sister tickling you.”
As Ricochet tried to think back, Big Sis pressed a button on a tiny remote that had been under the couch as well and he heard a slight whirring noise as air was sent through the tube into the donut. This caused the feathers inside to all fly and drift about, breezing along his tummy and sides here and there.
“Hahaha hehehehehe…” Ricochet giggled quietly as Big Sis reached over and took his erection in her hands, much like the woman in the previous room had, lovingly masturbating him as he tried to focus.
“Feels nice, huh Mr. Tickle?” The blonde teased.
“Ricochet, I am waiting for an answer.” Jessica regained his attention.
“She… she walked in on me… hahahaha when I was about eleven. I was getting dressed for school… hehehehe… she pushed me on my bed. I only had a pair of shorts on. She tickled me in my bed… sat on my chest and pinned my arms… her back to me… she tickled my tummy for almost twenty minutes. She didn’t say anything about it when I got hard. She just kept tickling. I don’t think that she cared at all about it. It meant nothing to her.”
“Do you think she was trying to bully you?”
“No… hehehehehe hahahaha…”
“It sounds like she was just being a good sister and taking care of her little brother, playing with him before he had to go to school. Making him laugh so he would start out the day happy.” Big Sis offered.
“She talked to me the whole time… hahahahaha… telling me how ticklish I was and playing little games with me… Trying to see if I could hum a song or recite the ABC’s while she tickled me. I couldn’t do any of it… hehehehe…”
“Like I said… she was being a good sister. Cheering you up.”
“No… it was because I had… hahahaha… I had done something bad…”
“The plot thickens…” Jessica’s voice could be heard once again. “What crime had you committed, crime fighter?”
“The night before… she had two of her friends over… she caught me peeking on them… All three of them had tickled me that night but only for about a minute or so to chase me out. The next morning… she was getting revenge…hehehehehehehe…” He cracked into giggles after the confession.
“Those feathers really tickle on your tummy, don’t they?” Big Sis gave him a sexy wink as she continued to jerk him. Ricochet was getting super turned on. If this continued for too much longer, he would lose it for sure. “Tickle tickle, little bro. Tickle tickle tickle on your tummy wummy wummy…”
“Okay, Big Sis, that’s enough.” Jessica ordered. Big Sis let go of his massive erection and kissed him on the cheek before taking the donut off of him. He was relieved. He knew that he needed to take a few breaths and try to control his libido. He had come so close to orgasming just a couple of minutes ago. And he could only guess at what other erotic challenges Jessica had set up for him.
“Hey.” Big Sis completely broke character. “You got a nice cock. If I ever see you at a bar or anything, feel free to buy me a drink.” She got up off of the couch. He didn’t respond top her flirt, but lifted himself up after a few moments, reaching for his pants. “Uh uh uh…” Big Sis wagged a finger at him. “Jester’s orders. If you lose it…”
“I lose it. Got it.” Ricochet understood. It was the same rules from the previous room. He would have to continue on… completely naked…
When Jessica Jester walked into the padded room where The Leopard was being held, she was met with instantaneous hostility.
“You fucking bitch! You end this now!”
“What? You didn’t like seeing your boy toy with his cock between Big Sis’ tits?” Jessica taunted. “I don’t know about you, but I think we almost saw him fire off a shot or two. Between us, I don’t think he’ll make it through the next room without giving in to biology, if you catch my drift.”
“I meant what I said before, Jessica.” Ellie struggled in her chair a little. “Though I can’t speak for what he might do to you if given the chance, I would never kill you. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t break your bones and beat you within an inch of your life if you don’t stop this shit right now!!!”
“Look, Kitty Cat. You can’t stop any of this.” Jessica smirked. “I will see the rest of my plans for the two of you come to fruition. And you will sit there… and like it.”
At that, the clown walked out of the room, and left Ellie cursing quietly.
This is a fine series. 
