Just as I was about to reach the door Ms Davis did catch up to me enough to kick against my right leg. I fell face down to the ground. My teacher took my left ankle and dragged me back to the other end of the gym. I wanted to do something and tried moving my bound arms. It worked, the belt must have become loose during my escape attempt. So I reached for the open door and was able to get my fingers on the door frame. I used all my strength against Ms Davis pulling, but I wasn't able to drag myself through the door. I was probably still weakened by all the tickling I received. But my teacher couldn't continue pulling either, because of my resistance.
"No! Let me go. I want this price! I want to tickle you!" I shouted. Ms Davis told me encouragingly: "If you really wanted this you should have run faster. But you still have a chance, just pull as if your life depended on it." With that I tried it again. I used all my strength and kicked with my legs and started moving forward. It was terribly slow, but the door was coming closer. This was the right motivation I flexed my muscles as much as I could and observed how the door got closer and closer. My head was now in the door.
I was so focused on my goal that I didn't notice anything my teacher was doing and so when I felt her soft left index finger on my left foot it took me completely by surprise. I should have been prepared for it, but I was too concentrated on escaping.
And so it began "No! ha don't do ha this haha." I could stand this little tickling even on my ticklish feet, but the surprise stopped me from pulling so Ms Davis used her strength to pull me a bit backwards again. I clenched my teeth to resist the tickling sensation on my foot and continued to pull again, but the increased tickling of two fingers my teacher started to use on my left foot sucked so much strength out of me that I was not able to move forward and even with a lot of afford was only capable of staying at my current position. Keeping my muscles flexed was exhausting and the tickling didn't help me either. So when Ms Davis started applying her third finger to my sensitive foot I became even weaker.
"Please! haha don't haHa do this HaHaHaHa!" I was desperate, my price has been so close and now she increased the distance again. My teacher was too concentrated with tickling me to answer. Looking back I saw that she had a great time doing this test with me. My arms were now completely stretched out. I don't know where I got the power allowing me to hold onto the door frame from, but I wanted to win this: "HaHaHaHaHaHa LetHaHaHaHa mHeHeHeHaHaHa GOHoHoHaHaHa". She didn't. My laughter only encouraged her and so she started using all five fingers of her left on my foot. She even started to tickle my toes.
I wanted to resist, but I couldn't. I lost my grip on the door frame. Ms Davis didn't stop tickling me, instead she continued and pulled the laughing and kicking ball I was away from the door. When we reached the starting point of the test her tickling slowed down. I was still laying face down on the ground laughing for a bit "HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA". Once I had calmed I felt that she was sitting on my butt. She took my right arm and bend it behind my back. She then used my belt again, I didn't know when she took it, to tie my arms behind my back. This time tighter than before. "I think it will not get loose this time.", she told me "Your pants smell, I think you have to wash them." With that she got up a little to kneel over me, put her fingers under the rim and pulled them down revealing my blue underpants.
"They suit you well.", she teased while sitting down on my ankles. My feet were really close together. From my own tickling experience I knew what was coming and that I wouldn't be able to escape. And that was exactly what happened. "I think I didn't tickle your feet good enough." Ms Davis said while starting to use her ten soft fingers to tickle both my feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA" my feet were less ticklish than my tummy, but it still tickled like crazy. "This works really good, unlike all your dirty tricks". She continued to tickle my feet concentrating mostly on the center, because she didn't have much experience and it was having a strong effect on me: "HAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHA" I didn't stop laughing.
But only tickling the centers got too boring, so my teacher started to resume the tickling of my toes which she had tried while pulling me over. She also began to tickle my heels. She was now tickling everywhere on my feet and it was maddening: "HAHAHAHA STOHOHAHAHAHOHOHAPP HAHAHAHAHAHA"
She didn't, instead she continued her fighters life advice: "Don't use dirty tricks, use your actual strength, come on passing this test isn't that hard." Was she serious I felt like I was dying and couldn't even move my body. Ms Davis noticed that right under my toes were my weak spots and so she concentrated on this part which resulted in the first few tears streaming down my cheeks. "AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"It's so fun to tickle him, but I think I got more laughter out of his tummy, or I still have to get to know his feet better." Ms Davis thought. "I will continue with his..."
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