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This one is another commission that I recently completed. Now as some of you who have read my Leopard books will surely point out, some of the characters being in this tale shouldn't in terms of chronology, but this is a terrific example of what I mean when I say that commissions are not canon. So while I don't consider this an official entry into my Leopard series, I did have a lot of fun writing it and I thought the concept was very well thought out. I hope you enjoy! Commissions are still open!
Ricochet’s head still hurt a little from earlier in the evening. He hadn’t seen the person who had attacked him, but he had lost consciousness all the same. It must have been a Ruger P94 that had maid contact with the back of his head. He knew enough about guns to be able to tell, strangely enough. The pain was beginning to subside before he realized that he had worse problems than having been abducted. The chair that he was strapped to looked as though it was capable of coming away in sections. There was what looked like a sheet of plastic underneath the chair, with what looked like a number of wires underneath the sheet but it was hard to tell for sure.
“Hope my Ruger didn’t hurt you too bad, baby.” He looked to see Kelsey Colden walk in through the only door to the room. Kelsey… Damn. Ricochet automatically knew that he was in trouble. The two of them went back. In fact, at one point they had shared quite a tasty relationship. Kelsey had been the first girl to discover his tickle fetish, and thus had become his first actual play partner. During their time together, she had learned so much about him in terms of his love for tickling. He had always been worried that it would have weirded her out but it had quite the opposite effect. She became obsessed with playing with him. It didn’t matter if he was tickling her or vice versa. She loved every second of it.
But time ultimately soured their passions for each other. And the last time that he had encountered her… he found that she had completely lost her mind. She had turned to villainy.
She approached him with a pair of large shears. He tried not to show fear.
“Hey there, Kelsey. How you been?”
“Me? I’m super.” She smiled at him. Her black hair was in the same bob cut that it had been the last time he saw her. She wasn’t wearing her old supervillainess costume though. Instead, she just wore tight jeans and a slightly loose blouse. She looked more like someone getting ready to Netflix and Chill than she looked like someone who was up to no good. She moved up to the chair. The way that he was positioned in it, his arms were splayed out and his legs, while bent at the knee in the chair, were parted as well. Two straps apiece bound each of his arms and legs so he couldn’t move them whatsoever He had been mostly stripped as well as he was now clad in only his boxers. “It’s you that I’m worried about, though.”
“Worried about me? Why?”
“See, Jessica Jester and I have been working together for a little bit now. My interest in fire and explosive devices and her penchant for jokes and laughter well… we put our heads together and have designed a new kind of explosive device. See the speakers up on the ceiling?” She guided his glance up to six circular speakers that were pointed down at him. “There’s a bomb. One of ours. We hid it just outside of Atlas Penitentiary, not far from their main security hub. That bomb goes off, every criminal in Atlas City stands a fair chance of escaping… and all of the guards in that hub… will die.”
“Why are you doing this, Kels-”
“There are two necessary steps here.” Kelsey cut him off. “As Jessica requested, the sound of laughter will arm the device. You giggle… the bomb is activated.”
“Sounds like her.” Ricochet rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you two just tell each other some jokes and arm it yourselves?”
“It will only arm for you.” Kelsey explains. “Which brings me to the second part of the process.” She lowered the shears and tugged a little on his underwear. “You get happy… the bomb is armed. But if you get too happy? Happy enough to leave a souvenir so to speak? Your DNA hits the clear mat on the floor… it sense your DNA, ties it to audio of your laugh. That happens? The bomb explodes.” She said as she used the shears to cut away his underwear leaving him nude in the chair. The clock to your left is important. Midnight is only an hour away. You make it till midnight with your giggles and your cum still locked up, the bomb becomes a dud. So there is hope, you see. And if you make it to midnight, I will try to convince Jessica to let you live. Best I can do”
“Gee… thanks.” Ricochet said sarcastically.
“No problem.” She smiled before walking out of the room. “Always happy to help an old friend…”
Ellie Wisden, A.K.A. The Leopard, knew that Ricochet had been captured. Luckily, it had happened just a block or so away while she had been patrolling the rooftops. She was on foot though, and though she only lost track of the vehicle that held him once, it had set her back almost an hour till she was able to find the car again. It was an old blue station wagon. One that was missing a driver’s side window. And it was currently parked outside of what used to be The Shady Trees retirement home. The place had been shut down almost ten years prior when it was discovered that the staff had been poisoning the residents. Ellie approached the front door in her full Leopard costume.
She walked inside to see that there was someone in the nurses’ station about 30 feet to the right. She recognized Jessica Jester immediately. The vixen was safe in the small room, behind a thick pane of glass. And for whatever reason, she was wearing a nurses’ costume.
“Oh, good! You’re here!” Jessica clapped happily. “The patient has been acting very peculiar. I think that you are the only one who can help.”
“No games, Jessica!” Ellie shouted. “Where is he?”
“He’s in the Calming Room. Room 146.” Jessica pointed to a TV screen that was beside her. Ellie became furious when she saw Ricochet naked, strapped to the chair. “You bitch! What do you want?”
“His old friend Kelsey and I have planted a bomb in that room with him. See the plastic on the floor. Underneath it is a series of wires that lead to the bomb. You have no hope in the world of disarming it, but it is active.” Jessica explained, giving a completely different story to Ellie than what Kelsey had given to Ricochet. “The bomb is going to go off at Midnight unless…”
“Unless what?”
“The speakers above the chair have to pick up the sound of his laughter. And the plastic sheet has to catch at least one drop of his semen.”
Ellie realized right away what Jessica wanted her to do.
“Absolutely not!” The heroine growled. “I will not torture him for your sick pleasure!”
“Then he will die.” Jessica said simply. “Now, you could call my bluff but just remember… I’m in here. You can’t get in here. And if the bomb goes off, it won’t be this part of the building that is destroyed. Kelsey and I will get out clean. So there’s three choices, Kitty Cat: Sit here and do nothing to stop the explosion, try to disarm it but fail to do so, killing you both… or find your inner tickler… and save both of your lives. Either way, Kelsey and I will be gone by Midnight. Understand that catching us is not an option. Stopping us is not an option. All you can hope to do is save him. And time is running out.”
Ellie turned to see the nearest clock. It was 11:26. She only had a little over a half hour. She started to rush down the hall.
“Oh, and Leopard?” Jessica caught her attention once again. “Maybe not the best idea to tell him about the bomb. The laughter and ejaculation have to be genuine and I doubt that even a guy like him could perform under that kind of pressure.”
“Mark my words, Jessica… You will pay for this.”
“Just send me your account information and we’ll settle up after. Hahaha!” Jessica laughed wickedly as Ellie rushed to save her lover.
Ellie found room 146, what Jessica had called the Calming Room. She was about to burst in when she thought about what Jester had said. No matter what… she couldn’t panic Ricochet. If he became fearful for his safety, he would never be able to get properly aroused. She was going to have to be careful with him. Treat it like one of their games that they liked to play in private. She was going to have to excite him. She unzipped the front of her costume, pulling away the Kevlar plates that made up her armor, and let her 32GG’s be exposed. That would help.
She opened the door and walked in, making her way slowly to him. Ricochet didn’t know what to think. Ellie topless was an image of sheer perfection. And her “I’m coming for you” smirk made him anxious.
“Hey, look, you need to untie me.” He told her.
“Shhh…” She brought a finger to his lips. “It’s all going to be okay. I know what I’m doing. We’re just gonna have a little fun. Just you and me.” Before he could say anything else, she was trailing the talons on her gloves along his neck. He couldn’t speak. If he did, he would giggle and the bomb would be armed. That’s what Kelsey had told him. “We both know how ticklish you are…”
Though she had indeed tickled him in the past, there was something about her demeanor now that was different. Her voice was more teasing. Her touch was more skilled and determined.
“You d-don’t understand…” He tried to tell her but he was still afraid to speak too much. The talons on her gloves were meant to be sharp enough to be used as weapons during a fight, but as gentle as she was being… they only tickled like Hell.
“I understand everything.” She told him soothingly, not wanting him to be afraid. “But you need to laugh for me. Can you do that? Can you give Momma a giggle, hmm?” Her fingers moved down to his ribs, playing there ever so softly and causing him to tense in the chair. “Come on, baby. I need you to laugh for me.”
Her fingers teased a couple of ribs just below his underarms and he started to wriggle a bit.
“Oh? Oh?” She teased, cooing at him. “Right there, huh? That’s a happy boy place?” She started using her thumbs to massage in those spots, making him suffer even more in his attempts to hold the laughter in. “That’s all Momma wants, you know… a nice, happy boy.”
The way that she was speaking to him was so loving and caring that he was having trouble ignoring the sound of her voice.
“These fingers have made you happy before.” She told him. “And they will make you happy again.” The fingers crawled into his underarms and he started jerking in his bonds desperately. He needed to just get free somehow. He couldn’t reason with her because he couldn’t talk or he would laugh. He couldn’t fight her because he was restrained. And he didn’t know if he would be able to resist her for too much longer. Back in his military days, he had built a reputation for being able to get out of almost any kind of pickle.
But he had no idea how he was going to get out of this.
Just as she knew where he was ticklish, Ellie had also had enough tickle sessions with Ricochet to know how to talk to him and how to manipulate his thoughts to break down his defenses.
“Remember the night you told me about the nightmare you had when you were little?” She asked him, almost coddling him. “The one where you were held down and tickled under your arms until you screamed? Seems to me like that wouldn’t have been so scary for you if they weren’t ticklish…” She stroked up and down the hollows casually but continuously, wearing him down. “But you know… I don’t need you to scream. I just need a giggle. That’s all. You know Momma would never hurt you. I can see my happy boy smiling… I know he wants to laugh.”
He was smiling. He couldn’t help it. Frankly, even if he wasn’t being tickled, he would have been smiling anyways. Despite the possible dangers of the situation that they were in, he loved being treated like a ticklish little boy. And Ellie knew that. But time was starting to run out. The clock showed only 15 minutes to midnight. Ellie realized that she only had that much longer to get the reactions out of him that she needed. She brought her talons down to his belly and only tickled there for a second before she got the reaction that she needed.
“Hahahahahahaha hehehehehehehe… Damn it!” Both of them heard a beeping sound. In Ricochet’s mind, he had failed. In Ellie’s, she had succeeded.
“It’s okay, Honey.” Ellie told him. “This is what we need. Momma’s so proud of you for reaching deep down inside and finding a giggle for her. Good, ticklish boy.” She softly tickled his belly in all of the places that she knew he was sensitive. Before long, he couldn’t stop giggling. And to make matters worse, being broken into giggles was arousing him, as well as her partial nudity was. He was stiffening and Ellie could see it clear as day.
Ellie saw the clock. Only a little over ten minutes left until the bomb would go off. The good news was that he was laughing. The first hurdle had been crossed. And as long as she kept it light and thoughtful, making him feel as though she was only there to make him feel good, she was confident that she could bring him to orgasm. After all, he was already pretty hard. And while a part of Ellie felt used and dirty knowing full well that both Kelsey and Jessica were watching all of this over their screen, she also felt confident and even prideful that she was getting the job done. She had him giggling. She had him hard. And she would bring him to climax.
Meanwhile, Ricochet was terrified. She had him where she wanted him and he would have done anything to be able to control his libido. But her naked breasts and tickling fingers could not be ignored.
“I know where else it tickles.” Ellie brought her hands downward, reaching low to tickle the soles of his feet.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“My boy is so ticklish here. You know… some boys have certain problems when their feet are tickled. They get a swelling issue…” She nodded towards his erection, teasing him about it. “There’s just something about a woman touching your feet that can make you feel so good… And of course, you are so ticklish… Maybe later when we get out of here… I’ll get the baby oil and we’ll take your little tootsies to the Smile Parade. Does that sound nice?”
“Hehehehehehehe hahahahahahahahaha…”
Eight minutes left. Time to get more intimate, she decided. She got down and moved between his legs. She started to gently goose and grab at his hips and inner thighs.
“Hehehehehehehehe stop… stop or t-… escape…” He was trying to tell her about the possibility of the bomb going off at the prison and the criminals escaping. But with his incoherent babbling and what Ellie had already been told, his mutterings only served to reinforce what Jessica had told her: Get him to laugh and cum and then you can both escape.
“That’s right, baby. That’s right. Just let Momma do what she does and everything will be okay.” Ellie assured him. “Tell me, you ever have nightmares about being tickled over here?” She lifted his balls and started to wiggle two talons ever so lightly just under his balls. The spot that Kelsey used to call his Happy Spot. The single most ticklish spot on his body.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO DON’T! IT WON’T TAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ricochet was freaking out as she just nodded yes to him affectionately teased that terribly ticklish patch of skin. As she tickled him, she pressed her breasts up against his cock, trapping it. It was over. He would cum within moments, and as soon as he did, she would jump back and let his semen hit the plastic and they would both be safe.
“It’s okay.” She told him. “It’s okay to cum. That’s why you’re so ticklish there to begin with: So that I can tickle the cum right out of you. So that I can be proud of you. It’s okay. I’ll hold you between my breasts until you cum. I’ll hug him so tight that…” That was when Ellie saw it: Ricochet was laughing too hard to talk, but he kept shaking his head towards the floor on his right. The wires under the plastic weren’t connected to anything in the room. If there was a bomb in the room… then why were the cables leading through a small hole in the wall going into the next room. It made no sense. As confusion set in, she stopped tickling as much… and he had just enough time to get a few words out.
“I’m cumming! It can’t hit the floor! It can’t hit the fl-AAAAAAGHHH!” Just before his orgasm set in, Ellie thought fast, and brought her face to him, taking him in her mouth and allowing him to cum in it. She grabbed ahold of him and swallowed every last drop until the second the clock struck midnight.
“The bomb… was in the penitentiary. It would have gone off if I came on the floor.” He explained. Ellie felt like such a fool. Knowing Jessica for as long as she did, she should have known that the villainess had a joker up her sleeve. But now… she was mad.
“I’ll be back for you.” Ellie promised before running out the door and zipping up her costume.
When Ellie got back to the front lobby, Jessica and Kelsey were already just out the door. But Ellie’s rage more than compensated. The two had gotten in the station wagon, but by that point, Ellie had leapt on top of it. The car sputtered to life as Jessica turned the key but Ellie thought quickly, throwing herself down by the missing driver’s side window and firing a knock out dart from her belt buckle. The dart hit Jessica directly in the neck. And it was at that point when Ellie knew to just jump off the vehicle.
Jessica could be heard muttering a swear word as she passed out and lost control of the car. Ellie rolled on the concrete before getting back to her feet in just enough time to watch as the car crashed directly into the next building. A satisfied smile on her face, Ellie approached the car and peered inside. Jessica was out like a light but would probably just have a mild case of whiplash. But Kelsey had hit her head on the dashboard and now had a slight, bloody wound on her temple.
“Tell me how to defuse the bomb.” Ellie demanded. “I know that his laughter armed it. Tell me how to disarm it.”
“There never was a bomb…” Kelsey coughed and sputtered weakly.
“I don’t understand.” Ellie furrowed her brow.
“Jessica wanted to humiliate you.” Kelsey said weakly. “It’s like… her favorite hobby. Ever since the night she first tickled you… she’s obsessed with humbling the mighty Leopard.”
“I know.” Ellie said, almost solemnly. “But I don’t understand what was in it for you.”
“I used to love him.” Kelsey replied with a tear down her cheek. “I wanted to see if I could make you two hate each other. If mutual fear would tear you apart.”
“You’re so silly.” Ellie just shook her head. “Despite what Jessica might think, there is more to things like tickling than just torture and humiliation. You saw what happened tonight. You saw that he enjoyed it… even when it might mean something terrible. That’s not because he is turned on by it. It’s because I’m the one doing it. No matter what you or anyone else says or does, he and I trust each other. And that will never change. Think about that while you wait for the ambulance.”
Ellie stepped away from the car and pulled out her Android, calling for medical assistance and police. The response time would be next to nothing in this part of town, she thought. She had just enough time to go back in and get Ricochet free.
And hopefully sneak him out before anyone else saw his bare ass…
Ricochet’s head still hurt a little from earlier in the evening. He hadn’t seen the person who had attacked him, but he had lost consciousness all the same. It must have been a Ruger P94 that had maid contact with the back of his head. He knew enough about guns to be able to tell, strangely enough. The pain was beginning to subside before he realized that he had worse problems than having been abducted. The chair that he was strapped to looked as though it was capable of coming away in sections. There was what looked like a sheet of plastic underneath the chair, with what looked like a number of wires underneath the sheet but it was hard to tell for sure.
“Hope my Ruger didn’t hurt you too bad, baby.” He looked to see Kelsey Colden walk in through the only door to the room. Kelsey… Damn. Ricochet automatically knew that he was in trouble. The two of them went back. In fact, at one point they had shared quite a tasty relationship. Kelsey had been the first girl to discover his tickle fetish, and thus had become his first actual play partner. During their time together, she had learned so much about him in terms of his love for tickling. He had always been worried that it would have weirded her out but it had quite the opposite effect. She became obsessed with playing with him. It didn’t matter if he was tickling her or vice versa. She loved every second of it.
But time ultimately soured their passions for each other. And the last time that he had encountered her… he found that she had completely lost her mind. She had turned to villainy.
She approached him with a pair of large shears. He tried not to show fear.
“Hey there, Kelsey. How you been?”
“Me? I’m super.” She smiled at him. Her black hair was in the same bob cut that it had been the last time he saw her. She wasn’t wearing her old supervillainess costume though. Instead, she just wore tight jeans and a slightly loose blouse. She looked more like someone getting ready to Netflix and Chill than she looked like someone who was up to no good. She moved up to the chair. The way that he was positioned in it, his arms were splayed out and his legs, while bent at the knee in the chair, were parted as well. Two straps apiece bound each of his arms and legs so he couldn’t move them whatsoever He had been mostly stripped as well as he was now clad in only his boxers. “It’s you that I’m worried about, though.”
“Worried about me? Why?”
“See, Jessica Jester and I have been working together for a little bit now. My interest in fire and explosive devices and her penchant for jokes and laughter well… we put our heads together and have designed a new kind of explosive device. See the speakers up on the ceiling?” She guided his glance up to six circular speakers that were pointed down at him. “There’s a bomb. One of ours. We hid it just outside of Atlas Penitentiary, not far from their main security hub. That bomb goes off, every criminal in Atlas City stands a fair chance of escaping… and all of the guards in that hub… will die.”
“Why are you doing this, Kels-”
“There are two necessary steps here.” Kelsey cut him off. “As Jessica requested, the sound of laughter will arm the device. You giggle… the bomb is activated.”
“Sounds like her.” Ricochet rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you two just tell each other some jokes and arm it yourselves?”
“It will only arm for you.” Kelsey explains. “Which brings me to the second part of the process.” She lowered the shears and tugged a little on his underwear. “You get happy… the bomb is armed. But if you get too happy? Happy enough to leave a souvenir so to speak? Your DNA hits the clear mat on the floor… it sense your DNA, ties it to audio of your laugh. That happens? The bomb explodes.” She said as she used the shears to cut away his underwear leaving him nude in the chair. The clock to your left is important. Midnight is only an hour away. You make it till midnight with your giggles and your cum still locked up, the bomb becomes a dud. So there is hope, you see. And if you make it to midnight, I will try to convince Jessica to let you live. Best I can do”
“Gee… thanks.” Ricochet said sarcastically.
“No problem.” She smiled before walking out of the room. “Always happy to help an old friend…”
Ellie Wisden, A.K.A. The Leopard, knew that Ricochet had been captured. Luckily, it had happened just a block or so away while she had been patrolling the rooftops. She was on foot though, and though she only lost track of the vehicle that held him once, it had set her back almost an hour till she was able to find the car again. It was an old blue station wagon. One that was missing a driver’s side window. And it was currently parked outside of what used to be The Shady Trees retirement home. The place had been shut down almost ten years prior when it was discovered that the staff had been poisoning the residents. Ellie approached the front door in her full Leopard costume.
She walked inside to see that there was someone in the nurses’ station about 30 feet to the right. She recognized Jessica Jester immediately. The vixen was safe in the small room, behind a thick pane of glass. And for whatever reason, she was wearing a nurses’ costume.
“Oh, good! You’re here!” Jessica clapped happily. “The patient has been acting very peculiar. I think that you are the only one who can help.”
“No games, Jessica!” Ellie shouted. “Where is he?”
“He’s in the Calming Room. Room 146.” Jessica pointed to a TV screen that was beside her. Ellie became furious when she saw Ricochet naked, strapped to the chair. “You bitch! What do you want?”
“His old friend Kelsey and I have planted a bomb in that room with him. See the plastic on the floor. Underneath it is a series of wires that lead to the bomb. You have no hope in the world of disarming it, but it is active.” Jessica explained, giving a completely different story to Ellie than what Kelsey had given to Ricochet. “The bomb is going to go off at Midnight unless…”
“Unless what?”
“The speakers above the chair have to pick up the sound of his laughter. And the plastic sheet has to catch at least one drop of his semen.”
Ellie realized right away what Jessica wanted her to do.
“Absolutely not!” The heroine growled. “I will not torture him for your sick pleasure!”
“Then he will die.” Jessica said simply. “Now, you could call my bluff but just remember… I’m in here. You can’t get in here. And if the bomb goes off, it won’t be this part of the building that is destroyed. Kelsey and I will get out clean. So there’s three choices, Kitty Cat: Sit here and do nothing to stop the explosion, try to disarm it but fail to do so, killing you both… or find your inner tickler… and save both of your lives. Either way, Kelsey and I will be gone by Midnight. Understand that catching us is not an option. Stopping us is not an option. All you can hope to do is save him. And time is running out.”
Ellie turned to see the nearest clock. It was 11:26. She only had a little over a half hour. She started to rush down the hall.
“Oh, and Leopard?” Jessica caught her attention once again. “Maybe not the best idea to tell him about the bomb. The laughter and ejaculation have to be genuine and I doubt that even a guy like him could perform under that kind of pressure.”
“Mark my words, Jessica… You will pay for this.”
“Just send me your account information and we’ll settle up after. Hahaha!” Jessica laughed wickedly as Ellie rushed to save her lover.
Ellie found room 146, what Jessica had called the Calming Room. She was about to burst in when she thought about what Jester had said. No matter what… she couldn’t panic Ricochet. If he became fearful for his safety, he would never be able to get properly aroused. She was going to have to be careful with him. Treat it like one of their games that they liked to play in private. She was going to have to excite him. She unzipped the front of her costume, pulling away the Kevlar plates that made up her armor, and let her 32GG’s be exposed. That would help.
She opened the door and walked in, making her way slowly to him. Ricochet didn’t know what to think. Ellie topless was an image of sheer perfection. And her “I’m coming for you” smirk made him anxious.
“Hey, look, you need to untie me.” He told her.
“Shhh…” She brought a finger to his lips. “It’s all going to be okay. I know what I’m doing. We’re just gonna have a little fun. Just you and me.” Before he could say anything else, she was trailing the talons on her gloves along his neck. He couldn’t speak. If he did, he would giggle and the bomb would be armed. That’s what Kelsey had told him. “We both know how ticklish you are…”
Though she had indeed tickled him in the past, there was something about her demeanor now that was different. Her voice was more teasing. Her touch was more skilled and determined.
“You d-don’t understand…” He tried to tell her but he was still afraid to speak too much. The talons on her gloves were meant to be sharp enough to be used as weapons during a fight, but as gentle as she was being… they only tickled like Hell.
“I understand everything.” She told him soothingly, not wanting him to be afraid. “But you need to laugh for me. Can you do that? Can you give Momma a giggle, hmm?” Her fingers moved down to his ribs, playing there ever so softly and causing him to tense in the chair. “Come on, baby. I need you to laugh for me.”
Her fingers teased a couple of ribs just below his underarms and he started to wriggle a bit.
“Oh? Oh?” She teased, cooing at him. “Right there, huh? That’s a happy boy place?” She started using her thumbs to massage in those spots, making him suffer even more in his attempts to hold the laughter in. “That’s all Momma wants, you know… a nice, happy boy.”
The way that she was speaking to him was so loving and caring that he was having trouble ignoring the sound of her voice.
“These fingers have made you happy before.” She told him. “And they will make you happy again.” The fingers crawled into his underarms and he started jerking in his bonds desperately. He needed to just get free somehow. He couldn’t reason with her because he couldn’t talk or he would laugh. He couldn’t fight her because he was restrained. And he didn’t know if he would be able to resist her for too much longer. Back in his military days, he had built a reputation for being able to get out of almost any kind of pickle.
But he had no idea how he was going to get out of this.
Just as she knew where he was ticklish, Ellie had also had enough tickle sessions with Ricochet to know how to talk to him and how to manipulate his thoughts to break down his defenses.
“Remember the night you told me about the nightmare you had when you were little?” She asked him, almost coddling him. “The one where you were held down and tickled under your arms until you screamed? Seems to me like that wouldn’t have been so scary for you if they weren’t ticklish…” She stroked up and down the hollows casually but continuously, wearing him down. “But you know… I don’t need you to scream. I just need a giggle. That’s all. You know Momma would never hurt you. I can see my happy boy smiling… I know he wants to laugh.”
He was smiling. He couldn’t help it. Frankly, even if he wasn’t being tickled, he would have been smiling anyways. Despite the possible dangers of the situation that they were in, he loved being treated like a ticklish little boy. And Ellie knew that. But time was starting to run out. The clock showed only 15 minutes to midnight. Ellie realized that she only had that much longer to get the reactions out of him that she needed. She brought her talons down to his belly and only tickled there for a second before she got the reaction that she needed.
“Hahahahahahaha hehehehehehehe… Damn it!” Both of them heard a beeping sound. In Ricochet’s mind, he had failed. In Ellie’s, she had succeeded.
“It’s okay, Honey.” Ellie told him. “This is what we need. Momma’s so proud of you for reaching deep down inside and finding a giggle for her. Good, ticklish boy.” She softly tickled his belly in all of the places that she knew he was sensitive. Before long, he couldn’t stop giggling. And to make matters worse, being broken into giggles was arousing him, as well as her partial nudity was. He was stiffening and Ellie could see it clear as day.
Ellie saw the clock. Only a little over ten minutes left until the bomb would go off. The good news was that he was laughing. The first hurdle had been crossed. And as long as she kept it light and thoughtful, making him feel as though she was only there to make him feel good, she was confident that she could bring him to orgasm. After all, he was already pretty hard. And while a part of Ellie felt used and dirty knowing full well that both Kelsey and Jessica were watching all of this over their screen, she also felt confident and even prideful that she was getting the job done. She had him giggling. She had him hard. And she would bring him to climax.
Meanwhile, Ricochet was terrified. She had him where she wanted him and he would have done anything to be able to control his libido. But her naked breasts and tickling fingers could not be ignored.
“I know where else it tickles.” Ellie brought her hands downward, reaching low to tickle the soles of his feet.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“My boy is so ticklish here. You know… some boys have certain problems when their feet are tickled. They get a swelling issue…” She nodded towards his erection, teasing him about it. “There’s just something about a woman touching your feet that can make you feel so good… And of course, you are so ticklish… Maybe later when we get out of here… I’ll get the baby oil and we’ll take your little tootsies to the Smile Parade. Does that sound nice?”
“Hehehehehehehe hahahahahahahahaha…”
Eight minutes left. Time to get more intimate, she decided. She got down and moved between his legs. She started to gently goose and grab at his hips and inner thighs.
“Hehehehehehehehe stop… stop or t-… escape…” He was trying to tell her about the possibility of the bomb going off at the prison and the criminals escaping. But with his incoherent babbling and what Ellie had already been told, his mutterings only served to reinforce what Jessica had told her: Get him to laugh and cum and then you can both escape.
“That’s right, baby. That’s right. Just let Momma do what she does and everything will be okay.” Ellie assured him. “Tell me, you ever have nightmares about being tickled over here?” She lifted his balls and started to wiggle two talons ever so lightly just under his balls. The spot that Kelsey used to call his Happy Spot. The single most ticklish spot on his body.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO DON’T! IT WON’T TAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ricochet was freaking out as she just nodded yes to him affectionately teased that terribly ticklish patch of skin. As she tickled him, she pressed her breasts up against his cock, trapping it. It was over. He would cum within moments, and as soon as he did, she would jump back and let his semen hit the plastic and they would both be safe.
“It’s okay.” She told him. “It’s okay to cum. That’s why you’re so ticklish there to begin with: So that I can tickle the cum right out of you. So that I can be proud of you. It’s okay. I’ll hold you between my breasts until you cum. I’ll hug him so tight that…” That was when Ellie saw it: Ricochet was laughing too hard to talk, but he kept shaking his head towards the floor on his right. The wires under the plastic weren’t connected to anything in the room. If there was a bomb in the room… then why were the cables leading through a small hole in the wall going into the next room. It made no sense. As confusion set in, she stopped tickling as much… and he had just enough time to get a few words out.
“I’m cumming! It can’t hit the floor! It can’t hit the fl-AAAAAAGHHH!” Just before his orgasm set in, Ellie thought fast, and brought her face to him, taking him in her mouth and allowing him to cum in it. She grabbed ahold of him and swallowed every last drop until the second the clock struck midnight.
“The bomb… was in the penitentiary. It would have gone off if I came on the floor.” He explained. Ellie felt like such a fool. Knowing Jessica for as long as she did, she should have known that the villainess had a joker up her sleeve. But now… she was mad.
“I’ll be back for you.” Ellie promised before running out the door and zipping up her costume.
When Ellie got back to the front lobby, Jessica and Kelsey were already just out the door. But Ellie’s rage more than compensated. The two had gotten in the station wagon, but by that point, Ellie had leapt on top of it. The car sputtered to life as Jessica turned the key but Ellie thought quickly, throwing herself down by the missing driver’s side window and firing a knock out dart from her belt buckle. The dart hit Jessica directly in the neck. And it was at that point when Ellie knew to just jump off the vehicle.
Jessica could be heard muttering a swear word as she passed out and lost control of the car. Ellie rolled on the concrete before getting back to her feet in just enough time to watch as the car crashed directly into the next building. A satisfied smile on her face, Ellie approached the car and peered inside. Jessica was out like a light but would probably just have a mild case of whiplash. But Kelsey had hit her head on the dashboard and now had a slight, bloody wound on her temple.
“Tell me how to defuse the bomb.” Ellie demanded. “I know that his laughter armed it. Tell me how to disarm it.”
“There never was a bomb…” Kelsey coughed and sputtered weakly.
“I don’t understand.” Ellie furrowed her brow.
“Jessica wanted to humiliate you.” Kelsey said weakly. “It’s like… her favorite hobby. Ever since the night she first tickled you… she’s obsessed with humbling the mighty Leopard.”
“I know.” Ellie said, almost solemnly. “But I don’t understand what was in it for you.”
“I used to love him.” Kelsey replied with a tear down her cheek. “I wanted to see if I could make you two hate each other. If mutual fear would tear you apart.”
“You’re so silly.” Ellie just shook her head. “Despite what Jessica might think, there is more to things like tickling than just torture and humiliation. You saw what happened tonight. You saw that he enjoyed it… even when it might mean something terrible. That’s not because he is turned on by it. It’s because I’m the one doing it. No matter what you or anyone else says or does, he and I trust each other. And that will never change. Think about that while you wait for the ambulance.”
Ellie stepped away from the car and pulled out her Android, calling for medical assistance and police. The response time would be next to nothing in this part of town, she thought. She had just enough time to go back in and get Ricochet free.
And hopefully sneak him out before anyone else saw his bare ass…
