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The Elm Street Tickling
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Written By Tower98
Elm Street was an older street in the middle of Dallas. The type of street in
most cities where people sat out on their porches and took in the sun set and
talked with their neighbors. It was a warm day but a nice breeze helped to stay
comfortable. On this particular evening the street was treated to a show. The
local girl's basketball team was practicing their shooting in the street in
front of one of the girl's houses.
The girl's were shooting and not running all over, just taking some shots.
Some times someone would yell out nice shot when a long range basket was made.
The team was admired for their spirit and winning streak. No team has ever won
their division before this team arrived. The girl's were known around town and
were all respected. Good grades, pretty, and all were skilled players.
The six girls were always together. Guess that made them so good. They were
all close to 5'10 or slightly taller. This gave them the advantage of height
against most teams.
Walking down the street were the two block punks. They always teased the
girl's about not being able to play against them. The boy's were always teasing
the girl's about this or that, just your typical smart ass kids. Acting all
tough and mighty to impress the girls.
This time the boy's stopped and watched a few minutes as they talked their
smack. Normally the girls would just ignore or tell them to get lost. Perhaps
it was the fact the girl's were tired of hearing it, but today they snapped.
The six basketball girl's got up in the face of the younger boys and they
didn't know what to do. Kenny, the 5'3 tough guy started pointing his finger at
one of the girls and quickly had the girls slapping at him and pushing and
pulling from every direction.
Kenny's friend took off running afraid of what would happen if he was beat up
by girl's. On the porch across the street this older couple looked on and
wondered what was going on. They saw the six girls struggling to hold someone
down.
A few of the girl's new Kenny was a good person, but they were sick of him
acting all tough and gangster with them. The one think they all new, was Kenny
was so ticklish he use to scream like a little girl. Today they were going to
show him who the little girl was.
Everyone watching from the safety of their homes new Kenny was just a good kid
with the wrong crowd. Watching from their homes everyone was interested to see
what the girls were up to. The girl's loud screams were heard by all. Tickle
him and teach this fool to cry when he stands up to girls were words that had
husbands calling to their wife's to come take a look.
Across the street one couple asked their neighbors where Kenny was. They were
told he was under the girls. The six girls were pinning Kenny down under them.
Then the laughter could be heard and everyone believed he was in the pile.
Taunts then came from houses. Some called and told the girls to tickle the
little man. Others simply laughed and told Kenny he was lucky to be with the
girls.
No one thought it was mean, just simple fun. Tickling was not evil, after all
the kid was laughing. It was fun listening to the girls telling one another to
hold him here and tickle him their. They were all telling Kenny he was in
trouble and he was going to get it good.
No one thought Kenny's pleading cries for help was real. Even as his sneakers
and socks came flying out of the pile and each foot being tickled as another
held his legs did anyone think of his begging as anything but joking around.
"Were gonna get these feet big man" one of the girls told Kenny.
Looking from a distance you were unable to see Kenny struggling to get free.
The girls pinning him by sitting on him and holding his arms and ankles with
their arm locks was not that clear to those watching. With out standing over
him you would not have seen the tears and terror in his eyes. All anyone heard
was the laughter.
How could anyone know Kenny was in a head lock and his cries for help were
real? After all, would the girls torture someone with tickling? The girl
sitting on his back seemed to be giving a good play by play. Letting those
watching know where he was being tickled next and just how ticklish he was.
No one thought he was being tickled by everyone at once. Each leg had a girl
sitting on it and the backs of his knees were tickled by them. Each lower leg
had a girl with a leg lock on his ankles now and each girl used all ten fingers
to make sure he was not denied his right to laugh.
"He's calling for his momma" called one of the girls which drew laughter from
those watching. How could anyone take that as anything but a joke?
"Was that a snort" Mrs. Johnson asked from down the street.
"Yes Maim" replied one of the girls.
"Make that boy pee" yelled Mr. Franks.
"Don't be mean Henry" scolded Miss. Hooker.
The girls were tickling so much and so hard they were sweating just as much as
Kenny. Constantly moving to better tickle and for better position to pin him
down the girls were working hard. He was so ticklish every where all the girls
were having fun with him. It was exciting holding him and making him laugh and
beg them.
"Toughen up Kenny" someone yelled sick of all his begging.
"SOMEONE…PLEASE…" everyone heard at one point with much strain in his voice.
Those girls, must be working him over good the neighbors all thought. Some
were reading as they listened and others watched and thought about what it must
feel like being with six of the best girls in town.
At one point when the words, "HELP…HELP" were cried out, people wondered which
girl was screaming it? No one believed a guy's voice could be broken and so
girlish. It was indeed Kenny, who was breaking down after his hour long
tickling.
What was not heard were the soft voices of the girls telling Kenny he was going
to never get free? No one heard him being told how much fun it was watching him
suffer in such a fun way. Being told you were going to be tickled for many more
hours after you were already broken into tears must have been awful. Trying to
wiggle free and being told you were weak and not capable of getting free from
ruthless ticklers would make anyone cry.
What drew lots of laughter was when Kenny was turned onto his back with one of
the girls holding his arms above his head and her arms were wrapped tight around
his neck holding his arms up high. The girls then took turns tickling his
stomach. One would tickle all out and after a few minutes would step away and
let another take her place.
Rested now when they tickled poor Kenny had no chance. They tickled all over
his ticklish stomach and then they even were getting his underarms. Now one
tickled his stomach as two others tickled his sides and underarms. They were all
over poor Kenny.
"WHAT YOU GOT TO SAY NOW?" one of them asked him.
"NOTHING, THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT" she said when he could only produce laughter
and no words.
Perhaps when Kenny collapsed to the ground when the girl holding him up lost
her balance someone should have stopped the girls. Even as Kenny tried crawling
away from the girls and was pushed back onto his stomach no one intervened. As
the girls all sat around Kenny now, not having to sit on him because he lost
most of his energy nothing was done to help him.
Kenny's hands attempted to block the ticklers hands coming at him from every
where. His hands were simply pushed away and he was powerless to do more.
Trying to sit up was useless, each time he tried someone pushed him back down.
If he tried rolling onto his side, yep he was pushed onto his back again.
Whimpers and gasping was heard by the girls but to others farther away all you
could hear were the girls giggling. As the tickle went on even the girls talked
less as they all focused on finding out how much more Kenny could take. For
them it was all about making sure Kenny showed more respect, and they didn't
know how much tickling that would take.
Once Kenny seemed as if he began to stutter and say things no one understood
did they finally stop and rest next to him. They all watched Kenny curl into
the fettle position. After a long rest the girls grew bored and went inside to
watch some TV.
Kenny was left to walk down his street and take the verbal abuse from the
neighbors. It was a long walk of shame. From that night on if Kenny tried to
act tough a girl would always point and remind him of the tickling on Elm
Street.
Fffff-m
Written By Tower98
Elm Street was an older street in the middle of Dallas. The type of street in
most cities where people sat out on their porches and took in the sun set and
talked with their neighbors. It was a warm day but a nice breeze helped to stay
comfortable. On this particular evening the street was treated to a show. The
local girl's basketball team was practicing their shooting in the street in
front of one of the girl's houses.
The girl's were shooting and not running all over, just taking some shots.
Some times someone would yell out nice shot when a long range basket was made.
The team was admired for their spirit and winning streak. No team has ever won
their division before this team arrived. The girl's were known around town and
were all respected. Good grades, pretty, and all were skilled players.
The six girls were always together. Guess that made them so good. They were
all close to 5'10 or slightly taller. This gave them the advantage of height
against most teams.
Walking down the street were the two block punks. They always teased the
girl's about not being able to play against them. The boy's were always teasing
the girl's about this or that, just your typical smart ass kids. Acting all
tough and mighty to impress the girls.
This time the boy's stopped and watched a few minutes as they talked their
smack. Normally the girls would just ignore or tell them to get lost. Perhaps
it was the fact the girl's were tired of hearing it, but today they snapped.
The six basketball girl's got up in the face of the younger boys and they
didn't know what to do. Kenny, the 5'3 tough guy started pointing his finger at
one of the girls and quickly had the girls slapping at him and pushing and
pulling from every direction.
Kenny's friend took off running afraid of what would happen if he was beat up
by girl's. On the porch across the street this older couple looked on and
wondered what was going on. They saw the six girls struggling to hold someone
down.
A few of the girl's new Kenny was a good person, but they were sick of him
acting all tough and gangster with them. The one think they all new, was Kenny
was so ticklish he use to scream like a little girl. Today they were going to
show him who the little girl was.
Everyone watching from the safety of their homes new Kenny was just a good kid
with the wrong crowd. Watching from their homes everyone was interested to see
what the girls were up to. The girl's loud screams were heard by all. Tickle
him and teach this fool to cry when he stands up to girls were words that had
husbands calling to their wife's to come take a look.
Across the street one couple asked their neighbors where Kenny was. They were
told he was under the girls. The six girls were pinning Kenny down under them.
Then the laughter could be heard and everyone believed he was in the pile.
Taunts then came from houses. Some called and told the girls to tickle the
little man. Others simply laughed and told Kenny he was lucky to be with the
girls.
No one thought it was mean, just simple fun. Tickling was not evil, after all
the kid was laughing. It was fun listening to the girls telling one another to
hold him here and tickle him their. They were all telling Kenny he was in
trouble and he was going to get it good.
No one thought Kenny's pleading cries for help was real. Even as his sneakers
and socks came flying out of the pile and each foot being tickled as another
held his legs did anyone think of his begging as anything but joking around.
"Were gonna get these feet big man" one of the girls told Kenny.
Looking from a distance you were unable to see Kenny struggling to get free.
The girls pinning him by sitting on him and holding his arms and ankles with
their arm locks was not that clear to those watching. With out standing over
him you would not have seen the tears and terror in his eyes. All anyone heard
was the laughter.
How could anyone know Kenny was in a head lock and his cries for help were
real? After all, would the girls torture someone with tickling? The girl
sitting on his back seemed to be giving a good play by play. Letting those
watching know where he was being tickled next and just how ticklish he was.
No one thought he was being tickled by everyone at once. Each leg had a girl
sitting on it and the backs of his knees were tickled by them. Each lower leg
had a girl with a leg lock on his ankles now and each girl used all ten fingers
to make sure he was not denied his right to laugh.
"He's calling for his momma" called one of the girls which drew laughter from
those watching. How could anyone take that as anything but a joke?
"Was that a snort" Mrs. Johnson asked from down the street.
"Yes Maim" replied one of the girls.
"Make that boy pee" yelled Mr. Franks.
"Don't be mean Henry" scolded Miss. Hooker.
The girls were tickling so much and so hard they were sweating just as much as
Kenny. Constantly moving to better tickle and for better position to pin him
down the girls were working hard. He was so ticklish every where all the girls
were having fun with him. It was exciting holding him and making him laugh and
beg them.
"Toughen up Kenny" someone yelled sick of all his begging.
"SOMEONE…PLEASE…" everyone heard at one point with much strain in his voice.
Those girls, must be working him over good the neighbors all thought. Some
were reading as they listened and others watched and thought about what it must
feel like being with six of the best girls in town.
At one point when the words, "HELP…HELP" were cried out, people wondered which
girl was screaming it? No one believed a guy's voice could be broken and so
girlish. It was indeed Kenny, who was breaking down after his hour long
tickling.
What was not heard were the soft voices of the girls telling Kenny he was going
to never get free? No one heard him being told how much fun it was watching him
suffer in such a fun way. Being told you were going to be tickled for many more
hours after you were already broken into tears must have been awful. Trying to
wiggle free and being told you were weak and not capable of getting free from
ruthless ticklers would make anyone cry.
What drew lots of laughter was when Kenny was turned onto his back with one of
the girls holding his arms above his head and her arms were wrapped tight around
his neck holding his arms up high. The girls then took turns tickling his
stomach. One would tickle all out and after a few minutes would step away and
let another take her place.
Rested now when they tickled poor Kenny had no chance. They tickled all over
his ticklish stomach and then they even were getting his underarms. Now one
tickled his stomach as two others tickled his sides and underarms. They were all
over poor Kenny.
"WHAT YOU GOT TO SAY NOW?" one of them asked him.
"NOTHING, THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT" she said when he could only produce laughter
and no words.
Perhaps when Kenny collapsed to the ground when the girl holding him up lost
her balance someone should have stopped the girls. Even as Kenny tried crawling
away from the girls and was pushed back onto his stomach no one intervened. As
the girls all sat around Kenny now, not having to sit on him because he lost
most of his energy nothing was done to help him.
Kenny's hands attempted to block the ticklers hands coming at him from every
where. His hands were simply pushed away and he was powerless to do more.
Trying to sit up was useless, each time he tried someone pushed him back down.
If he tried rolling onto his side, yep he was pushed onto his back again.
Whimpers and gasping was heard by the girls but to others farther away all you
could hear were the girls giggling. As the tickle went on even the girls talked
less as they all focused on finding out how much more Kenny could take. For
them it was all about making sure Kenny showed more respect, and they didn't
know how much tickling that would take.
Once Kenny seemed as if he began to stutter and say things no one understood
did they finally stop and rest next to him. They all watched Kenny curl into
the fettle position. After a long rest the girls grew bored and went inside to
watch some TV.
Kenny was left to walk down his street and take the verbal abuse from the
neighbors. It was a long walk of shame. From that night on if Kenny tried to
act tough a girl would always point and remind him of the tickling on Elm
Street.
