sXeTickleDiva
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This is a Story a friend wrote for me, about me and my friends. So, please enjoy.
Derek and Sarah were in trouble with their parents for having questionable grades in math. It was almost the end of the semester, and they knew they had to do something quickly to get their grades up or they'd both be grounded for the summer. The plot they cooked up was devious and cruel. They decided to torture their math teacher, Ms Trista, until she agreed to give them both A's.
Wednesday was Ms Trista's afternoon to supervise Study Hall, so the two students decided to implement their plan right after school that day. After school they waited outside the Study Hall until all the other students had left. Then they went in, locked the door behind them, and approached Ms Trista about their grades. They told her their situation, and how they needed better grades in math. She sympathized, but explained there was nothing she could do at this late date, that their bad grades were the result of their lack of application to the subject.
She turned away to put her papers in her valise. Derek and Sarah looked at each other, and at the now empty hallway outside the door. Derek nodded, and Sarah pulled some lengths of thin rope from her purse. Derek took a handkerchief out of his pocket. All at once he grabbed Ms Trista from behind, putting one arm around her waist and stuffing the handkerchief over her mouth with the other. With Sarah's help, he wrestled Ms Trista into the cloakroom, which was shielded from view of the hallway, and closed the door behind them.
Together, Derek and Sarah managed to tie Ms Trista's wrists to the hanger rod along the top of the cloakroom. She struggled, kicked, and pleaded with them to let her go. Instead they tied her ankles together, then secured another piece of rope around her legs just below her knees. She threatened to scream, and Derek told her to keep quiet or else they'd have to hurt her. She quieted down, and demanded to be released.
"We'll let you go when you promise to give us both A's in math," Sarah told her. "I can't do that, I told you," she explained patiently. "Can't -- or won't?", asked Derek. Then he put the fingers of both hands into her armpits and tickled furiously for a couple of seconds. Ms Trista shrieked and yelled, "Stop that! I'm ticklish!" "Good," Derek replied as he moved his hands down to her ribs and began to squeeze rhythmically.
Ms Trista squirmed and giggled. "Stop it! hehehe Stop it right now-OWWWW!!"
"Are you going to give us our A's?", asked Sarah as Derek continued the tickling. "I ca-ha-ha-han't!", Ms Trista managed to get out. "Alright then," Sarah said. She reached down and began to tickle Ms Trista's knees. Her deft fingers skated over the kneecaps, around the sides, into the sensitive hollows behind. Ms Trista jumped up and down as best she could, trying to escape the twenty fingers that tormented her helpless body.
They stopped for a moment. Ms Trista sagged a bit, heaving to catch her breath. Sarah got behind her, while Derek moved to the front. "How about our grades?", he asked. "No.please...you'll get yourselves into such trouble. Please let me go now and I won't mention this to anyone."
"Wrong answer," Derek replied. He went back to tickling under her arms, while Sarah reached around from behind and started tickling her tummy with both hands. Ms Trista shook her head violently between shrieks of laughter. She struggled to maintain her breathing, but it was a losing battle. She begged, she pleaded, she threatened, but it was all to no avail. The terrible twosome was determined to have their way.
After five minutes of this treatment, they stopped again, but left their hands in place on her upper torso. Sarah, hugging her from behind, asked sweetly, "Now how about those grades, Ms Trista?" "Please, please," Ms Trista said. "You're going to kill me!" "Not if you change our grades," Derek said. Wailing plaintively, Ms Trista said, "I can't!"
Sarah began the tummy tickling again, while Derek dropped down and began to squeeze Ms Trista's inner thighs just above the knees. This caused a new round of shrieking and jumping as the teacher tried desperately to get away from the tormenting hands of her students, but her struggles were to no avail. She was trapped, and they were in complete control.
After a few minutes of this treatment, Ms Trista was drenched in perspiration. Derek and Sarah stopped the tickling. They pulled a chair into the cloakroom and made Ms Trista rest her knees on it so that her feet stuck out behind her. They tied her to the chair so that she couldn't get out. Now her hands were still tied overhead, and she knelt in the seat of the chair. Sarah moved to pull off one of Ms Trista's pumps. This made the teacher scream, "What are you doing?!?"
"Are you going to change our grades?", Sarah asked in that sweet little voice of hers. "Damn you, let me go!", demanded Ms Trista. Derek said, "She's really stubborn. Maybe she likes it". He knelt down to remove her other shoe as she screamed at him to stop. Then the two torturers went to work on her stockinged feet. She went ballistic, as her feet were extremely sensitive, especially in nylons. Derek and Sarah worked methodically over her soles, her heels, the undersides of her toes. Sarah's long nails were particularly devastating.
Before long Ms Trista began to sag down in the chair, her laughter turning to silent sobs. Still the students continued to tickle her feet, not allowing her a moment's rest. She heaved and bucked, breathing heavily, panting and moaning under the duress. After what seemed to her like an eternity, they stopped, but left their fingers poised on her soles. In his meanest voice, Derek demanded, "We want those A's!" Ms Trista, who by this time was no longer responsible for her actions, told him to go screw himself.
"This is going to take longer than we thought," Sarah said.
"That's okay," Derek answered. "We have several hours left before we have to be anywhere." He stood up and moved to the front his teacher. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and put his face right up into hers. "You'd better start being nice," he threatened, "or you're really going to get it!"
"Oh God," moaned Ms Trista. "If you don't stop right this minute..."
She never got to finish that sentence, as Derek dug into her sides while Sarah raked her soles with those fingernails. Yes, this WAS going to take longer than they thought...
Derek and Sarah were in trouble with their parents for having questionable grades in math. It was almost the end of the semester, and they knew they had to do something quickly to get their grades up or they'd both be grounded for the summer. The plot they cooked up was devious and cruel. They decided to torture their math teacher, Ms Trista, until she agreed to give them both A's.
Wednesday was Ms Trista's afternoon to supervise Study Hall, so the two students decided to implement their plan right after school that day. After school they waited outside the Study Hall until all the other students had left. Then they went in, locked the door behind them, and approached Ms Trista about their grades. They told her their situation, and how they needed better grades in math. She sympathized, but explained there was nothing she could do at this late date, that their bad grades were the result of their lack of application to the subject.
She turned away to put her papers in her valise. Derek and Sarah looked at each other, and at the now empty hallway outside the door. Derek nodded, and Sarah pulled some lengths of thin rope from her purse. Derek took a handkerchief out of his pocket. All at once he grabbed Ms Trista from behind, putting one arm around her waist and stuffing the handkerchief over her mouth with the other. With Sarah's help, he wrestled Ms Trista into the cloakroom, which was shielded from view of the hallway, and closed the door behind them.
Together, Derek and Sarah managed to tie Ms Trista's wrists to the hanger rod along the top of the cloakroom. She struggled, kicked, and pleaded with them to let her go. Instead they tied her ankles together, then secured another piece of rope around her legs just below her knees. She threatened to scream, and Derek told her to keep quiet or else they'd have to hurt her. She quieted down, and demanded to be released.
"We'll let you go when you promise to give us both A's in math," Sarah told her. "I can't do that, I told you," she explained patiently. "Can't -- or won't?", asked Derek. Then he put the fingers of both hands into her armpits and tickled furiously for a couple of seconds. Ms Trista shrieked and yelled, "Stop that! I'm ticklish!" "Good," Derek replied as he moved his hands down to her ribs and began to squeeze rhythmically.
Ms Trista squirmed and giggled. "Stop it! hehehe Stop it right now-OWWWW!!"
"Are you going to give us our A's?", asked Sarah as Derek continued the tickling. "I ca-ha-ha-han't!", Ms Trista managed to get out. "Alright then," Sarah said. She reached down and began to tickle Ms Trista's knees. Her deft fingers skated over the kneecaps, around the sides, into the sensitive hollows behind. Ms Trista jumped up and down as best she could, trying to escape the twenty fingers that tormented her helpless body.
They stopped for a moment. Ms Trista sagged a bit, heaving to catch her breath. Sarah got behind her, while Derek moved to the front. "How about our grades?", he asked. "No.please...you'll get yourselves into such trouble. Please let me go now and I won't mention this to anyone."
"Wrong answer," Derek replied. He went back to tickling under her arms, while Sarah reached around from behind and started tickling her tummy with both hands. Ms Trista shook her head violently between shrieks of laughter. She struggled to maintain her breathing, but it was a losing battle. She begged, she pleaded, she threatened, but it was all to no avail. The terrible twosome was determined to have their way.
After five minutes of this treatment, they stopped again, but left their hands in place on her upper torso. Sarah, hugging her from behind, asked sweetly, "Now how about those grades, Ms Trista?" "Please, please," Ms Trista said. "You're going to kill me!" "Not if you change our grades," Derek said. Wailing plaintively, Ms Trista said, "I can't!"
Sarah began the tummy tickling again, while Derek dropped down and began to squeeze Ms Trista's inner thighs just above the knees. This caused a new round of shrieking and jumping as the teacher tried desperately to get away from the tormenting hands of her students, but her struggles were to no avail. She was trapped, and they were in complete control.
After a few minutes of this treatment, Ms Trista was drenched in perspiration. Derek and Sarah stopped the tickling. They pulled a chair into the cloakroom and made Ms Trista rest her knees on it so that her feet stuck out behind her. They tied her to the chair so that she couldn't get out. Now her hands were still tied overhead, and she knelt in the seat of the chair. Sarah moved to pull off one of Ms Trista's pumps. This made the teacher scream, "What are you doing?!?"
"Are you going to change our grades?", Sarah asked in that sweet little voice of hers. "Damn you, let me go!", demanded Ms Trista. Derek said, "She's really stubborn. Maybe she likes it". He knelt down to remove her other shoe as she screamed at him to stop. Then the two torturers went to work on her stockinged feet. She went ballistic, as her feet were extremely sensitive, especially in nylons. Derek and Sarah worked methodically over her soles, her heels, the undersides of her toes. Sarah's long nails were particularly devastating.
Before long Ms Trista began to sag down in the chair, her laughter turning to silent sobs. Still the students continued to tickle her feet, not allowing her a moment's rest. She heaved and bucked, breathing heavily, panting and moaning under the duress. After what seemed to her like an eternity, they stopped, but left their fingers poised on her soles. In his meanest voice, Derek demanded, "We want those A's!" Ms Trista, who by this time was no longer responsible for her actions, told him to go screw himself.
"This is going to take longer than we thought," Sarah said.
"That's okay," Derek answered. "We have several hours left before we have to be anywhere." He stood up and moved to the front his teacher. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and put his face right up into hers. "You'd better start being nice," he threatened, "or you're really going to get it!"
"Oh God," moaned Ms Trista. "If you don't stop right this minute..."
She never got to finish that sentence, as Derek dug into her sides while Sarah raked her soles with those fingernails. Yes, this WAS going to take longer than they thought...
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