Does anybody have the second half of this story?
The Ticklish Goalie
Cheryl sat at the bar, joking with a large crowd of people who were surrounding
her.. "Frankie's" was an average college bar, with pounding music and a dark
smoky air. Cheryl was here at least twice a week, talking with her friends or
with the team. If any place was "her place" it would be Frankie's. Tonight,
however was different. Tonight was special. Tonight, she was the center of
attention, the darling of Plains State College. She was in heaven.
"How bad are you guys going to demolish Acorn State tomorrow, Cheryl," one of
her new friends asked as he bought her another drink.
"10 to 1!" Cheryl said to the delight of the crowd "No, 12 to 1!" The cheering
could be heard around the bar.
Cheryl quickly downed her drink, knowing a new one would arrive soon. She felt
like a celebrity, like Oprah or Michael Jordan or something. Too bad tomorrow,
she'd go back to being just plain old Cheryl Carter. Why couldn't women's
soccer be this popular all the time?
The truth was, women's soccer was barely even considered a sport by most of the
students. They could win the national championship, and only get mentioned on
page 7 of the college newspaper. That was the way it was at most schools.
But tomorrow they played Acorn State, Plains State's ultimate rival. Acorn
State had already beaten them at football for 5 straight years, and at
basketball for the last 7. If you looked at all the games played between Acorn
and Plains in every sport for the last 20 years, Acorn had won almost all of
them. And won by a lot. Few of the games had even been close.
That left a burning in every Plains State student, to see Acorn State lose. At
anything. And since Cheryl's team was heavily favored (Acorn State was 2-5 on
the season so far, and had lost there best player) she and her team were seen
as the ones to finally beat them.
If there was a chess tournament tomorrow, some skinny nerdy kid would be in
Cheryl's seat.
Tomorrow, however, was a soccer game between the Lady Plains State Tigers and
the Lady Acorn State Acorns. So Cheryl, senior goalie and team captain was the
star of the moment. She was more than a celebrity. Tonight she was a goddess.
Cheryl glanced at the crowd around her. It was fairly mixed between women and
men, but as usually happened, the men had managed to push closer towards her.
And what men they were. Several of them she would have had to place on the
short list she kept in her head of 'A+' men. And tonight, as the star of the
moment, the woman who would defeat the horrible Acorn State, she could sleep
with any one of them.
Not that Cheryl couldn't normally get a man. At 5'8", with soft brown hair, and
the body of an athlete, she didn't have a problem getting most men. But 'A+'
men were hard to find. Most of them had girlfriends anyway. She'd only been
with an 'A+' man once before in her life, and he'd been married! Tonight would
be spectacular. Cheryl was rarely promiscuous, but for one night she'd make an
exception. She licked her lips in anticipation. She just had to pick the 'A+'
man she wanted.
Before Cheryl could get down to picking her man, she felt a tug at her sleeve.
Looking down, she was surprised to see a ten year old girl. How had she gotten
past the bouncer.
"Cheryl," the girl said, "The coach wants to see everyone in the locker room. "
She said in a soft voice.
Cheryl recognized the girls the younger sister of one of her teammates. She was
often used as a messenger. In her alcohol haze, Cheryl didn't even question why
a third grader would be up so late.
"Why now! It's 2:00 am! What is coach thinking!" Cheryl could feel the sexual
frustration building in her body. She'd been so ready!.
The girl, Cheryl couldn't remember her name at the moment (Cheryl wasn't quite
drunk, but the drinks she'd had were defiantly putting her in a fog), could
only shrug.
For a second, Cheryl wanted to say no, to go on drinking and flirting with her
'A+' guys, anticipating what would happen later. Even tipsy, Cheryl feared the
coach, however, and new she would have no problem benching her senior goalie if
she missed a mandatory meeting. (In Cheryl's defense, the coach was known for
some unusual training methods and had infact done things in the past even
stranger than a 2:00 am meeting.)
After getting up and asking a feew of the boys to wait for her, she made her
way out of the bar and towards the stadium. She never even noticed that the
girl hadn't followed her.
Cheryl made her way to the stadium (not staggering, but not exactly walking
fast either) and found the players entrance unlocked. If any doubt about a 2:00
am meeting had gotten into Cheryl's brain, the unlocked door ended them.
She made her way down a dark tunnel and into the players locker room.
The room was empty.
"Hello," she cried. "Coach, I'm here!" Was she late? Was the meeting already
over? Had the girl been late getting her the message because she couldn't find
her in the bar? And how did the girl find her at Frankie's anyway!
One light was on, shinning over the center of the room. Everything else was
out. The locker bays on the right and left sides were surrounded by shadow.
Cheryl thought she heard a noise in the center of that shadow. Ah, that was it.
"Alright," she called out, "I hear you! No use trying to jump out and scare me.
Come on out!" She called. The team always did like practical jokes!
The one light suddenly went out, plunging Cheryl into total darkness. Before
she could even cry out, she felt someone slam into her knocking her to the
ground.
Cheryl screamed, but not before she felt at least two more people piling on to
her.
When the lights came on, Cheryl found three women sitting on her. One was on
her torso, using her strong thighs to pin Cheryl's arms down. Another was on
her waist, and the other was on Cheryl's legs, keeping them pinned together.
Cheryl screamed a few more times, trying desperately to buck one of the three
girls off of her, or free an arm or leg. She slowly became aware of 4 or 5 more
girls circled around her.
This went on for a few minutes until one of the girls in the circle took
advantage of a break in Cheryl's screaming to speak. "Yell all you want,
honey," she said in a southern accent, "We're the only people in the entire
stadium. No one will hear you."
That voice! "Tammy..." Cheryl said in a halting voice. Tammy had been on Plains
State girls soccer team as a freshman, 2 years ago, before transferring to
Acorn State. "Tammy, what are you doing here?"
Tammy stepped forward into Cheryl's line of vision. "I just missed you Cheryl
honey! I though we she talk, like old times!"
"Old times," Cheryl whispered. Cheryl and Tammy had been rivals even when Tammy
had been at Plains State. They'd been bitter rivals at Plains State. With her
long blonde hair and blue eyes, Tammy had stolen away more than one boy Cheryl
had her heart on. Their similar talent made them rivals on the field as well.
They both played the same position - goalie. After Tammy had transferred, she
had become in Cheryl's and the team's eyes, a traitor.
"I just wanted to talk to you about tomorrow's game." Tammy said in an evil
tone of voice. Cheryl looked around and recognized the other 6 girls as players
for Acorn State.
Cheryl knew Tammy well enough to know that she had something evil planned. She
struggled again to try and get free, but the three girls ontop of her were more
than enough to keep her pinned.
Tammy moved out of Cheryl's vision, but she heard her voice again down by her
feet. "Do you remember Cheryl when I taped your ankle when we were freshman?"
Cheryl did. As a freshman, Cheryl had sprained her ankle, and Tammy had helped
her tape it. During the taping, Tammy had scraped a fingernail over Cheryl's
bare sole. Cheryl, caught by surprised, had giggled loudly. Tammy had made the
point of "accidentally" tickling her several more times in the next ten
minutes. Finally, Cheryl had taken ripped her ankle from Tammy's grasp and
finished the taping herself.
Tammy had continually offered to tape Cheryl's ankle after that, even when they
were feuding, and Cheryl had constantly made excuses to avoid that.
Now, Cheryl could feel Tammy's fingers slowly undoing her shoelaces, then
removing her size 5 1/2 Nike's. Cheryl tried harder to pull her legs free, but
couldn't.
"Tammy," Cheri said slowly, trying to find any way out of her current
predicament, "You know you and your friends are trespassing. When the security
guard comes by, you'll all be thrown in jail. The NCAA will kick you of the
team! Acorn State will expel you! Do you hear me, Tammy." The security guard!
Thank god! He'd be by on rounds soon.
"Oh, yes," Tammy said, "The security guard," she began almost absent-mindedly
running her fingers up and down Cheryl's feet, over her white cotton socks.
"Old Bill. Fortunately, I remember him from my own Plains State days. He always
was a sucker for a pretty woman. Would you believe that he gave us the keys and
agreed to take an evening off. All our teammate Brenda had to do was agree to
spend tonight with him. Right now, I imagine they in his office, caught up in
the heat of the moment!"
Even through her thick white socks, Cheryl could feel ticklish twinges from
Tammy's fingers. Bill had been bought off by sex! So much for security! Now
what would she do!
"I wonder, Cheryl," Tammy said teasingly, "Are you still as ticklish as you
used to be?" When Cheryl refused to answer, Tammy spoke again. "Maybe we just
need to get past these socks?"
"Please, Don't do this Tammy!" Cheryl started to beg, "If you leave now, I
won't tell anyone you were here! Don't do this!"
Cheryl felt her socks being slowly pulled off, one by one. The air felt cool on
her bare feet.
Cheryl always had very soft feet. As a goalie, she never had to run laps like
the other players did. She had always been proud of how nice they looked. Now,
they would be her undoing.
"I don't know what you want Tammy, but what ever it is, I won't do it!" Cheryl
hoped her voice sounded braver to Tammy than it did in her own ears.
Tammy laughed, "Oh Cheryl, you always had such a sense of humor! Who says I
want anything more than to hear your beautiful laugh? I've waited a long time
for this!" With that, Tammy started running her fingers slowly up and down the
center of the sole of Cheryl's left foot."
The sharp nails sent ticklish shockwaves up Cheryl's legs. She immediately
started to buck wildly. "Heh heh heh heh heh heh stoooppppppppp heh heh heh
pleeeaaaaseeeee heh heh heh heh Taaammmmmmmyyyyyy heh heh heh heh heh heh
Noooooo Tiiiicckkkllliiinnnggg! Heh heh heh heh."
It took all three girls to hold Cheryl down. A couple of times, she managed to
pull an arm out and flail it around for a while, but it was soon recaptured.
Her legs, however, she couldn't budge. The girl on top of them had thigh
muscles like iron, and when she clamped them around Cheryl's calves, they might
as well have been encased in iron.
"Wow," Tammy exclaimed, "Listen to her laugh. This will be more fun than I
thought!" She kept slowly running her fingernails up and down , never getting
as high as Cheryl's long toes. Cheryl just kept laughing and struggling. A
fourth girl joined in holding her down so Cheryl was even more helpless than
before. All she could do was wiggle her feet and laugh.
Finally, Tammy stopped. "I've seen enough. Get her up on the bench."
The four girls holding Cheryl down now lifted her up, each taking a limb. They
brought her over to the wooden bench that ran in front of the lockers. It was
about 1 foot wide, and 2 feet above the ground. Cheryl was limp as they moved
her, still gasping for breath after her short tickle torture, but regained her
strength after being lied face down on her bench, on her belly. Again though,
she was no match for the strength of the four women, and they held her in
place.
Next, a few odd the women still in the audience stepped forward with rolls and
rolls of ace bandages. They started wrapping them around both Cheryl and the
bench. In no time, Cheryl was wrapped up in a bandage cocoon, from neck to
ankles. Only her head and bare feet stuck out. In the cocoon, Cheryl's arms
were pinned to her sides, and her legs forced together. Her ankles had been
forced down until there was no gap between the tops of her feet and the bench.
The soles faced the ceiling, waiting their inevitable torture.
The girls Acorn's stepped back and admired their handiwork. Cheryl was wrapped
up tight. With the bench inside her 'cocoon', Cheryl couldn't even wiggle or
squirm. She was helpless.
Cheryl shut her eyes. She knew what was coming, and all she could do was beg
Tammy and the rest of her teammates not to do it. She'd be damned if she'd beg
Tammy for anything.
Cheryl felt a cool touch on the sole of her right sole. Lying on her stomach,
she couldn't even see her own feet, or who might be standing behind them. But
she knew.
"Are you ready for this," Tammy said in a taunting voice. "You know what I'm
going to do to you, and the wonderful thing is your even more ticklish than I'd
hoped! But maybe, just maybe, if you beg me now and give me what I want, I'll
spare you.
Cheryl didn't answer. She just wished she could see Tammy, see when her fingers
attacked.
"You know, Cheri, I was hoping you'd say that.!" Tammy said.
Cheryl felt two sharp fingernails, one on each sole, moving in lazy
figure-eight motions. The fingers moved from the balls of Cheryl's feet, to the
arches, down to her heel's, around to the instep, then back up to the balls
again.
Cheryl was determined this time to resist. She closed her eyes, and tried with
all her will to block out the sensations shooting up her leg. Soon, a grin
appeared on her face, just a thin crooked line across her face at first, then a
wider, silly one.
"You're trying to fight me, aren't you Cheryl," she heard Tammy's voice, "That
will cost you,"
The fingers started moving faster now, and side to side instead of figure
eight. The change in speed and direction of the tickling took Cheryl by
surprise. A soft giggle started coming from her mouth.
"There we go, laugh for me Cheryl, laugh!" Cheryl felt the number of fingers on
her soles double to two on each. The fingers started to take on a more random
movement, darting from place to place on her sole in no apparent pattern.
Cheryl's giggle grew into a laugh, and she felt her face growing red. She knew
Tammy was close to breaking her. She had to hold out! If only she'd been
tickled more, by her parents, her sister or her boyfriends. Maybe she'd know
how to resist these feelings! But the truth was, except for the ankle taping
incident with Tammy, she'd been tickled very little in her life. Cheryl had
never had the chance to build up any resistance to tickling, and now she was
paying for it.
Tammy was, however, and experienced tickler. In her apparent random tickles
across Cheryl's soles, she was really searching for those bad spots, the places
on Cheryl's foot where the tickling would be unbearable.
She found one, right beneath the balls of her feet on Cheryl's arch. Cheryl
gasped when one of Tammy's nails hit that spot. Tammy quickly zeroed in on it
and it's twin spot on Cherry's other sole. The effect on Cheryl was electric.
One minute she was laughing but under control, the next she lost it. "He he he
he he he he he he stoooooppp he he he he he he eh he he eh he eh he he
Taaaaaaaaaammmyyyyy he he he stoppppp doooon't tiiiiiicleeee!!!" Her laughter
rose in volume and pitch. She desperately started trying to move her arms and
legs, or even just turn her body a bit, but the cocoon held her in place.
"Oh oh," Tammy said mockingly, "It looks like little Cherylie here is ticklish!
Are you ticklish little Cherylie Warilie! Goochie goochie goooooo Cheryl !!!"
Tammy was now using her hands like talons ripping flesh. All five fingers were
tickling each sole, going from heels to just below Cheryl's toes. She found yet
another nasty spot on Cheryl's foot just above her heel. Tammy was showing no
mercy.
Cheryl's laughter rose to new heights, bouncing off the concrete walls. She was
now whipping her head, the only appandage she could move, from side to side.
"HE h he he h HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! HA AH AH
HAHHAHAH HAHA HAH AHH HAH HAHAHAHAH TAAAAAAMMMMMYYYYYYYY HA HA HAH HAH HAHH
AHAH HAH HAH HAH HA PLEEAAAAAASSSEEEEEEE PLEASSEEEEEEE STOOOPPPPPPPP
TICCKKLLEEEEE PLLLEEEAASSEEEEEEE."
"Listen to the tough goalie," Tammy said, ticklign faster and harder, attacking
her arches, "Begging for mercy. Your the one who said all those nasty things to
us in the newspaper, about how pathetic Acorn State was, and how your team was
going to destroy us! Who's pathetic now?"
"SOOORRRYYYYHE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE SORRYYYYYYY HE HE HE HE TAMMMMMYYYYYYY
SOOOO SOORRRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! HEH H EHEH EHEH EHEH HEH HEH PLEEAASSSEEEEE HEH HEH
HEH HEH HEH FOORRRGIVVVEEEEE HEH HEH HEH HEHEHHEH!!!!!!
"That's not good enough Cheryl. I want you to say that you and your team are
both pathetic! Goochie goochie goo weak little Cherylie Werilie! Say it!"
Tears were starting to pour from Cheryl's eyes, and her laughter was starting
to sound horse. She tried to fight again, refusing to say what Tammy wanted.
"HA HAH HAHAH HAH HAH HA HA HA NOOOOOOO!! HA HA HA NOOOOOOO STOOPPP HAH HHAHAH
HAH HAAHA HA HA HA NEEEVVVVVEEEERRRRR.!!!!"
"Oh, the tough little goalie is fighting me again! I told you little Cheryl,
that's a bad idea!" With that, Tammy started tickling beneath Cheryl's toes,
working all 5 of her long, sharp fingernails around and between them as well.
Cheryl moved from laughter to screaming. Her voice was now hysterical. " HE
HEHEH HE HEH HE HE HE HE HE HEHEH EHEH EHEH HE NOOOOOOO!!!! STOOOPPPPPPP HE HEH
HEH HEH HEH EHHEH EHEH HEH EHEH HEH HEHEEHE HEH HEHEH HEHEH.....
.OOOOOKKKAAAAAYYYY. WEEEEEEEEE'RRRRRR PATTTHH HEH HE HEH HEH HEH HEH
PAAAAAAAA..." Cheryl was laughing to hard to say the word pathetic,
"BAAAAAADDDD HEH HEH HEH HEH HEHEH HEHEH HEHEH!!!!!! VEEERRRRYYYYYY BAAAADDD
HEH HEH HEHEHEHEH."
The tickling stopped. Tammy moved around infront of Cheryl, and patted her on
the cheek while Cheryl gasped and gulped down air like she had been drowning.
"That's right, little Cherlyie. Your bad. Your team sucks, and so do you. You
suck so bad in fact Cheryl, that you are personally going to let us score four
goals tomorrow. Aren't you?
Cheryl's was still recovering from her tickling ordeal, but those words cut
through the cloud surrounding Cheri brain. Four goals was a huge amount in
soccer, where games typically ended 1 - 0, or 2 - 1. "You... (gasp
choke...gasp) you want me to ...(gasp) throw the game ... game tomorrow!"
"Do it," Tammy said, running her fingers through Cheryl's hair, which was now
matted with sweat. "Agree to throw the game right now, or I go back to your
feet and start tickling again. I just tickled you for 30 minutes. If I start
again, I'' keep those delicious feet under my nails for another 2 hours!"
Cheryl couldn't believe what she was hearing. Tomorrows game was her big
chance. Her chance to be a hero. Her chance to be the most popular person at
Plains State, even if just for a week or so. Her chance to beat Acorn State,
the team that had embarrassed her every other time they'd played. Her chance to
beat Tammy.
But the tickling...She just couldn't handle the feeling of those nails on her
soft soles anymore.
"If I agree," Cheryl said slowly, "You give me your word you'll stop tickling
me?"
"Of course," Tammy said eagerly, "I'll never tickle your feet again. In fact,
you'll never feel my nails on your skin again."
Cheryl took a deep breath. She had to say whatever would get her out of this
mess. She could still play her best tomorrow, regardless of what she said!
After all, what could Tammy do? Take her to court for playing a fair game
tomorrow.
"You win, Tammy," Cheryl said finally, "I can't bear this tickling anymore. You
win. I'll.. let up 4 goals tomorrow."
"Excellent, I knew you'd see things my way," Tammy turned away from Cheryl to
the rest of her Acorn teammates who were waiting patiently. "Tell Susan and
Tina to get their stuff ready. We'll give her ten minutes and start Phase Two."
"What!" Cheryl screamed, "Phase Two! You said you wouldn't tickle me anymore!"
"Cheryl, do you think I'm a fool?" Tammy asked slowly, "I know you have no
intention of letting up four goals tomorrow, regardless of what you just said.
Phase One got you to agree to throw the game. Phase Two will get you keep your
word....And I won't tickle you anymore, Cheryl. I always keep my word. Trust me
though, I think Phase to will... still get a laugh out of you.
The Ticklish Goalie
Cheryl sat at the bar, joking with a large crowd of people who were surrounding
her.. "Frankie's" was an average college bar, with pounding music and a dark
smoky air. Cheryl was here at least twice a week, talking with her friends or
with the team. If any place was "her place" it would be Frankie's. Tonight,
however was different. Tonight was special. Tonight, she was the center of
attention, the darling of Plains State College. She was in heaven.
"How bad are you guys going to demolish Acorn State tomorrow, Cheryl," one of
her new friends asked as he bought her another drink.
"10 to 1!" Cheryl said to the delight of the crowd "No, 12 to 1!" The cheering
could be heard around the bar.
Cheryl quickly downed her drink, knowing a new one would arrive soon. She felt
like a celebrity, like Oprah or Michael Jordan or something. Too bad tomorrow,
she'd go back to being just plain old Cheryl Carter. Why couldn't women's
soccer be this popular all the time?
The truth was, women's soccer was barely even considered a sport by most of the
students. They could win the national championship, and only get mentioned on
page 7 of the college newspaper. That was the way it was at most schools.
But tomorrow they played Acorn State, Plains State's ultimate rival. Acorn
State had already beaten them at football for 5 straight years, and at
basketball for the last 7. If you looked at all the games played between Acorn
and Plains in every sport for the last 20 years, Acorn had won almost all of
them. And won by a lot. Few of the games had even been close.
That left a burning in every Plains State student, to see Acorn State lose. At
anything. And since Cheryl's team was heavily favored (Acorn State was 2-5 on
the season so far, and had lost there best player) she and her team were seen
as the ones to finally beat them.
If there was a chess tournament tomorrow, some skinny nerdy kid would be in
Cheryl's seat.
Tomorrow, however, was a soccer game between the Lady Plains State Tigers and
the Lady Acorn State Acorns. So Cheryl, senior goalie and team captain was the
star of the moment. She was more than a celebrity. Tonight she was a goddess.
Cheryl glanced at the crowd around her. It was fairly mixed between women and
men, but as usually happened, the men had managed to push closer towards her.
And what men they were. Several of them she would have had to place on the
short list she kept in her head of 'A+' men. And tonight, as the star of the
moment, the woman who would defeat the horrible Acorn State, she could sleep
with any one of them.
Not that Cheryl couldn't normally get a man. At 5'8", with soft brown hair, and
the body of an athlete, she didn't have a problem getting most men. But 'A+'
men were hard to find. Most of them had girlfriends anyway. She'd only been
with an 'A+' man once before in her life, and he'd been married! Tonight would
be spectacular. Cheryl was rarely promiscuous, but for one night she'd make an
exception. She licked her lips in anticipation. She just had to pick the 'A+'
man she wanted.
Before Cheryl could get down to picking her man, she felt a tug at her sleeve.
Looking down, she was surprised to see a ten year old girl. How had she gotten
past the bouncer.
"Cheryl," the girl said, "The coach wants to see everyone in the locker room. "
She said in a soft voice.
Cheryl recognized the girls the younger sister of one of her teammates. She was
often used as a messenger. In her alcohol haze, Cheryl didn't even question why
a third grader would be up so late.
"Why now! It's 2:00 am! What is coach thinking!" Cheryl could feel the sexual
frustration building in her body. She'd been so ready!.
The girl, Cheryl couldn't remember her name at the moment (Cheryl wasn't quite
drunk, but the drinks she'd had were defiantly putting her in a fog), could
only shrug.
For a second, Cheryl wanted to say no, to go on drinking and flirting with her
'A+' guys, anticipating what would happen later. Even tipsy, Cheryl feared the
coach, however, and new she would have no problem benching her senior goalie if
she missed a mandatory meeting. (In Cheryl's defense, the coach was known for
some unusual training methods and had infact done things in the past even
stranger than a 2:00 am meeting.)
After getting up and asking a feew of the boys to wait for her, she made her
way out of the bar and towards the stadium. She never even noticed that the
girl hadn't followed her.
Cheryl made her way to the stadium (not staggering, but not exactly walking
fast either) and found the players entrance unlocked. If any doubt about a 2:00
am meeting had gotten into Cheryl's brain, the unlocked door ended them.
She made her way down a dark tunnel and into the players locker room.
The room was empty.
"Hello," she cried. "Coach, I'm here!" Was she late? Was the meeting already
over? Had the girl been late getting her the message because she couldn't find
her in the bar? And how did the girl find her at Frankie's anyway!
One light was on, shinning over the center of the room. Everything else was
out. The locker bays on the right and left sides were surrounded by shadow.
Cheryl thought she heard a noise in the center of that shadow. Ah, that was it.
"Alright," she called out, "I hear you! No use trying to jump out and scare me.
Come on out!" She called. The team always did like practical jokes!
The one light suddenly went out, plunging Cheryl into total darkness. Before
she could even cry out, she felt someone slam into her knocking her to the
ground.
Cheryl screamed, but not before she felt at least two more people piling on to
her.
When the lights came on, Cheryl found three women sitting on her. One was on
her torso, using her strong thighs to pin Cheryl's arms down. Another was on
her waist, and the other was on Cheryl's legs, keeping them pinned together.
Cheryl screamed a few more times, trying desperately to buck one of the three
girls off of her, or free an arm or leg. She slowly became aware of 4 or 5 more
girls circled around her.
This went on for a few minutes until one of the girls in the circle took
advantage of a break in Cheryl's screaming to speak. "Yell all you want,
honey," she said in a southern accent, "We're the only people in the entire
stadium. No one will hear you."
That voice! "Tammy..." Cheryl said in a halting voice. Tammy had been on Plains
State girls soccer team as a freshman, 2 years ago, before transferring to
Acorn State. "Tammy, what are you doing here?"
Tammy stepped forward into Cheryl's line of vision. "I just missed you Cheryl
honey! I though we she talk, like old times!"
"Old times," Cheryl whispered. Cheryl and Tammy had been rivals even when Tammy
had been at Plains State. They'd been bitter rivals at Plains State. With her
long blonde hair and blue eyes, Tammy had stolen away more than one boy Cheryl
had her heart on. Their similar talent made them rivals on the field as well.
They both played the same position - goalie. After Tammy had transferred, she
had become in Cheryl's and the team's eyes, a traitor.
"I just wanted to talk to you about tomorrow's game." Tammy said in an evil
tone of voice. Cheryl looked around and recognized the other 6 girls as players
for Acorn State.
Cheryl knew Tammy well enough to know that she had something evil planned. She
struggled again to try and get free, but the three girls ontop of her were more
than enough to keep her pinned.
Tammy moved out of Cheryl's vision, but she heard her voice again down by her
feet. "Do you remember Cheryl when I taped your ankle when we were freshman?"
Cheryl did. As a freshman, Cheryl had sprained her ankle, and Tammy had helped
her tape it. During the taping, Tammy had scraped a fingernail over Cheryl's
bare sole. Cheryl, caught by surprised, had giggled loudly. Tammy had made the
point of "accidentally" tickling her several more times in the next ten
minutes. Finally, Cheryl had taken ripped her ankle from Tammy's grasp and
finished the taping herself.
Tammy had continually offered to tape Cheryl's ankle after that, even when they
were feuding, and Cheryl had constantly made excuses to avoid that.
Now, Cheryl could feel Tammy's fingers slowly undoing her shoelaces, then
removing her size 5 1/2 Nike's. Cheryl tried harder to pull her legs free, but
couldn't.
"Tammy," Cheri said slowly, trying to find any way out of her current
predicament, "You know you and your friends are trespassing. When the security
guard comes by, you'll all be thrown in jail. The NCAA will kick you of the
team! Acorn State will expel you! Do you hear me, Tammy." The security guard!
Thank god! He'd be by on rounds soon.
"Oh, yes," Tammy said, "The security guard," she began almost absent-mindedly
running her fingers up and down Cheryl's feet, over her white cotton socks.
"Old Bill. Fortunately, I remember him from my own Plains State days. He always
was a sucker for a pretty woman. Would you believe that he gave us the keys and
agreed to take an evening off. All our teammate Brenda had to do was agree to
spend tonight with him. Right now, I imagine they in his office, caught up in
the heat of the moment!"
Even through her thick white socks, Cheryl could feel ticklish twinges from
Tammy's fingers. Bill had been bought off by sex! So much for security! Now
what would she do!
"I wonder, Cheryl," Tammy said teasingly, "Are you still as ticklish as you
used to be?" When Cheryl refused to answer, Tammy spoke again. "Maybe we just
need to get past these socks?"
"Please, Don't do this Tammy!" Cheryl started to beg, "If you leave now, I
won't tell anyone you were here! Don't do this!"
Cheryl felt her socks being slowly pulled off, one by one. The air felt cool on
her bare feet.
Cheryl always had very soft feet. As a goalie, she never had to run laps like
the other players did. She had always been proud of how nice they looked. Now,
they would be her undoing.
"I don't know what you want Tammy, but what ever it is, I won't do it!" Cheryl
hoped her voice sounded braver to Tammy than it did in her own ears.
Tammy laughed, "Oh Cheryl, you always had such a sense of humor! Who says I
want anything more than to hear your beautiful laugh? I've waited a long time
for this!" With that, Tammy started running her fingers slowly up and down the
center of the sole of Cheryl's left foot."
The sharp nails sent ticklish shockwaves up Cheryl's legs. She immediately
started to buck wildly. "Heh heh heh heh heh heh stoooppppppppp heh heh heh
pleeeaaaaseeeee heh heh heh heh Taaammmmmmmyyyyyy heh heh heh heh heh heh
Noooooo Tiiiicckkkllliiinnnggg! Heh heh heh heh."
It took all three girls to hold Cheryl down. A couple of times, she managed to
pull an arm out and flail it around for a while, but it was soon recaptured.
Her legs, however, she couldn't budge. The girl on top of them had thigh
muscles like iron, and when she clamped them around Cheryl's calves, they might
as well have been encased in iron.
"Wow," Tammy exclaimed, "Listen to her laugh. This will be more fun than I
thought!" She kept slowly running her fingernails up and down , never getting
as high as Cheryl's long toes. Cheryl just kept laughing and struggling. A
fourth girl joined in holding her down so Cheryl was even more helpless than
before. All she could do was wiggle her feet and laugh.
Finally, Tammy stopped. "I've seen enough. Get her up on the bench."
The four girls holding Cheryl down now lifted her up, each taking a limb. They
brought her over to the wooden bench that ran in front of the lockers. It was
about 1 foot wide, and 2 feet above the ground. Cheryl was limp as they moved
her, still gasping for breath after her short tickle torture, but regained her
strength after being lied face down on her bench, on her belly. Again though,
she was no match for the strength of the four women, and they held her in
place.
Next, a few odd the women still in the audience stepped forward with rolls and
rolls of ace bandages. They started wrapping them around both Cheryl and the
bench. In no time, Cheryl was wrapped up in a bandage cocoon, from neck to
ankles. Only her head and bare feet stuck out. In the cocoon, Cheryl's arms
were pinned to her sides, and her legs forced together. Her ankles had been
forced down until there was no gap between the tops of her feet and the bench.
The soles faced the ceiling, waiting their inevitable torture.
The girls Acorn's stepped back and admired their handiwork. Cheryl was wrapped
up tight. With the bench inside her 'cocoon', Cheryl couldn't even wiggle or
squirm. She was helpless.
Cheryl shut her eyes. She knew what was coming, and all she could do was beg
Tammy and the rest of her teammates not to do it. She'd be damned if she'd beg
Tammy for anything.
Cheryl felt a cool touch on the sole of her right sole. Lying on her stomach,
she couldn't even see her own feet, or who might be standing behind them. But
she knew.
"Are you ready for this," Tammy said in a taunting voice. "You know what I'm
going to do to you, and the wonderful thing is your even more ticklish than I'd
hoped! But maybe, just maybe, if you beg me now and give me what I want, I'll
spare you.
Cheryl didn't answer. She just wished she could see Tammy, see when her fingers
attacked.
"You know, Cheri, I was hoping you'd say that.!" Tammy said.
Cheryl felt two sharp fingernails, one on each sole, moving in lazy
figure-eight motions. The fingers moved from the balls of Cheryl's feet, to the
arches, down to her heel's, around to the instep, then back up to the balls
again.
Cheryl was determined this time to resist. She closed her eyes, and tried with
all her will to block out the sensations shooting up her leg. Soon, a grin
appeared on her face, just a thin crooked line across her face at first, then a
wider, silly one.
"You're trying to fight me, aren't you Cheryl," she heard Tammy's voice, "That
will cost you,"
The fingers started moving faster now, and side to side instead of figure
eight. The change in speed and direction of the tickling took Cheryl by
surprise. A soft giggle started coming from her mouth.
"There we go, laugh for me Cheryl, laugh!" Cheryl felt the number of fingers on
her soles double to two on each. The fingers started to take on a more random
movement, darting from place to place on her sole in no apparent pattern.
Cheryl's giggle grew into a laugh, and she felt her face growing red. She knew
Tammy was close to breaking her. She had to hold out! If only she'd been
tickled more, by her parents, her sister or her boyfriends. Maybe she'd know
how to resist these feelings! But the truth was, except for the ankle taping
incident with Tammy, she'd been tickled very little in her life. Cheryl had
never had the chance to build up any resistance to tickling, and now she was
paying for it.
Tammy was, however, and experienced tickler. In her apparent random tickles
across Cheryl's soles, she was really searching for those bad spots, the places
on Cheryl's foot where the tickling would be unbearable.
She found one, right beneath the balls of her feet on Cheryl's arch. Cheryl
gasped when one of Tammy's nails hit that spot. Tammy quickly zeroed in on it
and it's twin spot on Cherry's other sole. The effect on Cheryl was electric.
One minute she was laughing but under control, the next she lost it. "He he he
he he he he he he stoooooppp he he he he he he eh he he eh he eh he he
Taaaaaaaaaammmyyyyy he he he stoppppp doooon't tiiiiiicleeee!!!" Her laughter
rose in volume and pitch. She desperately started trying to move her arms and
legs, or even just turn her body a bit, but the cocoon held her in place.
"Oh oh," Tammy said mockingly, "It looks like little Cherylie here is ticklish!
Are you ticklish little Cherylie Warilie! Goochie goochie goooooo Cheryl !!!"
Tammy was now using her hands like talons ripping flesh. All five fingers were
tickling each sole, going from heels to just below Cheryl's toes. She found yet
another nasty spot on Cheryl's foot just above her heel. Tammy was showing no
mercy.
Cheryl's laughter rose to new heights, bouncing off the concrete walls. She was
now whipping her head, the only appandage she could move, from side to side.
"HE h he he h HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! HA AH AH
HAHHAHAH HAHA HAH AHH HAH HAHAHAHAH TAAAAAAMMMMMYYYYYYYY HA HA HAH HAH HAHH
AHAH HAH HAH HAH HA PLEEAAAAAASSSEEEEEEE PLEASSEEEEEEE STOOOPPPPPPPP
TICCKKLLEEEEE PLLLEEEAASSEEEEEEE."
"Listen to the tough goalie," Tammy said, ticklign faster and harder, attacking
her arches, "Begging for mercy. Your the one who said all those nasty things to
us in the newspaper, about how pathetic Acorn State was, and how your team was
going to destroy us! Who's pathetic now?"
"SOOORRRYYYYHE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE SORRYYYYYYY HE HE HE HE TAMMMMMYYYYYYY
SOOOO SOORRRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! HEH H EHEH EHEH EHEH HEH HEH PLEEAASSSEEEEE HEH HEH
HEH HEH HEH FOORRRGIVVVEEEEE HEH HEH HEH HEHEHHEH!!!!!!
"That's not good enough Cheryl. I want you to say that you and your team are
both pathetic! Goochie goochie goo weak little Cherylie Werilie! Say it!"
Tears were starting to pour from Cheryl's eyes, and her laughter was starting
to sound horse. She tried to fight again, refusing to say what Tammy wanted.
"HA HAH HAHAH HAH HAH HA HA HA NOOOOOOO!! HA HA HA NOOOOOOO STOOPPP HAH HHAHAH
HAH HAAHA HA HA HA NEEEVVVVVEEEERRRRR.!!!!"
"Oh, the tough little goalie is fighting me again! I told you little Cheryl,
that's a bad idea!" With that, Tammy started tickling beneath Cheryl's toes,
working all 5 of her long, sharp fingernails around and between them as well.
Cheryl moved from laughter to screaming. Her voice was now hysterical. " HE
HEHEH HE HEH HE HE HE HE HE HEHEH EHEH EHEH HE NOOOOOOO!!!! STOOOPPPPPPP HE HEH
HEH HEH HEH EHHEH EHEH HEH EHEH HEH HEHEEHE HEH HEHEH HEHEH.....
.OOOOOKKKAAAAAYYYY. WEEEEEEEEE'RRRRRR PATTTHH HEH HE HEH HEH HEH HEH
PAAAAAAAA..." Cheryl was laughing to hard to say the word pathetic,
"BAAAAAADDDD HEH HEH HEH HEH HEHEH HEHEH HEHEH!!!!!! VEEERRRRYYYYYY BAAAADDD
HEH HEH HEHEHEHEH."
The tickling stopped. Tammy moved around infront of Cheryl, and patted her on
the cheek while Cheryl gasped and gulped down air like she had been drowning.
"That's right, little Cherlyie. Your bad. Your team sucks, and so do you. You
suck so bad in fact Cheryl, that you are personally going to let us score four
goals tomorrow. Aren't you?
Cheryl's was still recovering from her tickling ordeal, but those words cut
through the cloud surrounding Cheri brain. Four goals was a huge amount in
soccer, where games typically ended 1 - 0, or 2 - 1. "You... (gasp
choke...gasp) you want me to ...(gasp) throw the game ... game tomorrow!"
"Do it," Tammy said, running her fingers through Cheryl's hair, which was now
matted with sweat. "Agree to throw the game right now, or I go back to your
feet and start tickling again. I just tickled you for 30 minutes. If I start
again, I'' keep those delicious feet under my nails for another 2 hours!"
Cheryl couldn't believe what she was hearing. Tomorrows game was her big
chance. Her chance to be a hero. Her chance to be the most popular person at
Plains State, even if just for a week or so. Her chance to beat Acorn State,
the team that had embarrassed her every other time they'd played. Her chance to
beat Tammy.
But the tickling...She just couldn't handle the feeling of those nails on her
soft soles anymore.
"If I agree," Cheryl said slowly, "You give me your word you'll stop tickling
me?"
"Of course," Tammy said eagerly, "I'll never tickle your feet again. In fact,
you'll never feel my nails on your skin again."
Cheryl took a deep breath. She had to say whatever would get her out of this
mess. She could still play her best tomorrow, regardless of what she said!
After all, what could Tammy do? Take her to court for playing a fair game
tomorrow.
"You win, Tammy," Cheryl said finally, "I can't bear this tickling anymore. You
win. I'll.. let up 4 goals tomorrow."
"Excellent, I knew you'd see things my way," Tammy turned away from Cheryl to
the rest of her Acorn teammates who were waiting patiently. "Tell Susan and
Tina to get their stuff ready. We'll give her ten minutes and start Phase Two."
"What!" Cheryl screamed, "Phase Two! You said you wouldn't tickle me anymore!"
"Cheryl, do you think I'm a fool?" Tammy asked slowly, "I know you have no
intention of letting up four goals tomorrow, regardless of what you just said.
Phase One got you to agree to throw the game. Phase Two will get you keep your
word....And I won't tickle you anymore, Cheryl. I always keep my word. Trust me
though, I think Phase to will... still get a laugh out of you.
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