## Power and Politics in a 6th form :)

Post by SheffieldMatt » Thu Feb 07, 2008 1:21 pm

Hello! it's me again, heres a story I made up when bored this afternoon, all the characters are fictional and so's the situation! But I'll be honest it'd be cool if they were true haha!
Consequences of a power struggle â€“ 18.00 hours
Sarah and I struggled on the grimy floor of the school cafe. It was cooling down from the heat of the mid-day but with the shutters down it made it impossible to tell the actual time of day. We were both exceptionally hot in the little space there was behind the counter and the back shelves, and due to our struggles we were disgustingly sweaty. The grime on the floor made us feel even dirtier as we writhed against our bonds. We had been bound back to back on our sides, and were attached to each other by ropes looped across our chests, knees and ankles. Our wrists had been bound together in front of us and then secured to our stomachs, by yet more rope. We were gagged effectively by two cleave gags which consisted of my socks being sealed in place by two long strips of dishcloth. Even our big toes had been tied bottom of toe to bottom of toe by a shoelace wrapped around the base of them.
Teacher training day â€“ Midday
It was hot. Very hot. I was supposed to be meeting Sarah at half past twelve to sort out a delivery for the school cafe before we broke up for half term. Making my way into the 6th form centre I was pleased to get out of the heat and into the sanctuary of the air conditioned common room. Removing my cap as I entered the room I sat down and propped my feet up on the desk. I was dressed in baggy jeans and a tight fitting grey t-shirt; I was also wearing my vans slip on shoes. Looking at my watch I noticed it was only noon and Sarah wouldnâ€™t be here for another 30mins at least. So I took the account book from the cafe and began going over the finances for the past two months.
â€œHey Matt!â€ Sarah beamed as she entered the common room. Sarah was dressed in blue three quarter length jeans, an orange vest top and had on a pair of black flip flops. Her toe and finger nails were painted a deep brown matching her hair and eyes well.
â€œHello there!â€ I smiled back. Immediately we set about cleaning behind the counter of the cafe and the back storage room. When we had done we were shattered and hot.
â€œHere.â€ She said thrusting me a cold can of 7up.
â€œCheers kidderâ€ I said gratefully.
â€œRight letâ€™s do the safe then we can get off home!â€ she stated happily. Getting up I went into the back room and opened the safe. In it were all our takings since the start of the school year. I brought the money bag back onto the counter of the cafe and plonked it down.
â€œSarah?â€ I called out, but there was no answer. It was then I felt the hand go over my mouth.
â€œRight lay down slowly Iâ€™ve got your arm and you know I can break it easilyâ€ came the gruff voice as I felt my arm being twisted up my back.
The New Regime â€“ 14.00-ish
Sarah and I sat bound and gagged in two separate chairs next to each other but facing our captors who stared hungrily with hatred at us. We had our wrists bound behind our backs, our ankles were tied together with rough rope and our big toes had been bound together with string. Our feet were propped up on two stools and then lashed down securing them to the plastic seat, ensuring our bare soles faced our captors.
We knew them all. They were the oligarchy who â€˜ranâ€™ the 6th form. The popular kids who everyone wanted to be friends with, but were ultimately just annoying and shallow. When Sarah and I took over the cafe we knew they werenâ€™t happy and would do anything to seize control of it. The political war of the playground had moved onto a new young adult format.
In total there were 4 of them. 2 boys and 2 girls who; wouldnâ€™t stop giggling as we struggled in vain against the ropes. So here we sat the two cafe workers, bound and gagged, kidnapped political prisoners.
â€œAwwwh arenâ€™t they cute struggling all tied up!â€ mocked Tina a typical blonde haired cheerleader type.
â€œThey sure are!â€ laughed Tasha who was the most sensible and cunning of the group. She had a short black hair cut into a bob with designer glasses.
â€œWell I know youâ€™re not stupid you know why weâ€™ve done what weâ€™ve done.â€ Began Chad, he was the alpha male of the group, big, muscular with a temper that flipped on the slightest issue. â€œWe want the cafe to ourselves, and you two are going to hand it over.â€
â€œMmmmmph mmmmmph!â€ I protested shaking my head; Sarah was doing the exact same next to me.
â€œWell then it looks like weâ€™ll have to start with the torture.â€ Grinned Doug the weedy one who seemed to leech onto Chad. â€œI hope you donâ€™t mind some tickling of those nice feet of yours!â€ he cackled wickedly wiggling his fingers.
â€œMMMMMPH!â€ we cried out in union as they approached our bare feet with their callous fingers.
Political Torture
The pair of us were shaking in hysterics as they attacked our helpless bare feet. Doug and Tina set about my sensitive soles and toes with their fingers while Chad and Tasha dug their fingers into Sarahâ€™s pretty toes and soft soles. Tears streamed down our faces and sweat ran down us as they mercilessly tickled us into laughing fits.
After ten minutes of solid tickling torture they stopped. Mercifully they removed our gags and gave us long swigs of water.
â€œRight now letâ€™s talk like adults for a minute.â€ Said Tasha taking control of the situation. â€œWe want the cafe to run for ourselves, and you two will give it to us because letâ€™s face it you donâ€™t want details of today getting out to everyone do you.â€
â€œWhy do you want it so much?â€ I asked swallowing deeply as my mouth was still dry from the socks which had been bound in there.
â€œCos we run this 6th form, and you know we do.â€ Chad boomed from his slumped position.
â€œYes, and we canâ€™t have you and little miss shopkeeper ruining this for us can we Matty Boy!â€ smirked Doug.
â€œAnyway, I think you both need some time to think about this. But I hope for your sakes you make the right decision â€˜cos letâ€™s face it, youâ€™ll be the two weirdoâ€™s who let their friends tie them up.â€ Tasha grinned evilly.
â€œYouâ€™re a bitch.â€ Sarah hissed.
â€œYeah I am, but itâ€™s me who decides when we untie you and when we want to tickle you â€˜til you wet yourself, so remember that tonight when youâ€™re thinking tonight.â€ She snarled.
After a little more water we were escorted to the toilet with our wrists bound behind us still before being wrapped together in the cafe.
19.00 hours
When were they coming for us? The question went through my mind over and over again. Whatever happened I knew it wasnâ€™t going to be a simple transfer of power.
TO BE CONTINUED
let me know what you think please everyone x

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Post by Fesselfan » Fri Feb 08, 2008 6:14 am

An interesting story told in an unusual way- nice!
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

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Post by whatever747747 » Fri Feb 08, 2008 6:44 pm

Love it!

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Post by jkingx » Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:01 pm

nice man it sounds like it could be real.