This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: September 1955

Karen lifted her pleated white dress by the hem, pulling it up high enough to show the boys her panties. Bob, her neighbor from across the street, stood behind her, staring at her. His stare rose from her foot, bare since he had just pulled off her shoe and sock, to the knots he had just tied, to her ankles held by those knots to stakes in the lawn, to her bare legs pulled wide apart, to the backs of her bare knees, hurting her enough from being pulled so wide that she still whimpered even as she lifted her dress. His stare followed Karen's bare thighs. He bent down, to get the earliest possible sight of the pink cotton as the wave of clean white cloth followed Karen's shaking hands at her sides.

Ken and Steve, Bob's friends from down the street, watched like vultures from either side of her, cameras ready. The instant the peak of her dress on each side revealed the light pink of Karen's panties, the boys snapped pictures, aimed high enough to miss her ankles and the cruel knots, as if Karen just loved pulling up her dress outside for no reason. They shot picture after picture as the panties came further and further into view, capturing the curly little satin ribbon of deeper pink tied to each side.

"Is this far enough?" Karen whined, holding the hem of her dress level with her belly button. Her dress swung down in an arc front and back, keeping her panties covered where she cared the most. Still, she knew from their smirks that Ken and Steve saw her panties, and she blushed from shame.

"No! I can't even see your panties from here," Jeremy shouted, his camera also aimed and ready. He stood further away, and in front of her, to get a good picture of her showing her panties to the boys who would also be in the picture. Jeremy lived there. It was his own back yard, and he couldn't remember being so excited about anything he had ever done there before. He licked his lips in anticipation of what they planned to do to the little cutie they had helpless and all to themselves for the day. Bob had the plan, Ken had the ropes, and Jeremy had the big back yard with the tall fence that nobody could see over, on the wooded lot that would muffle any screams. They'd brought Steve into it because he was cool, hanging out with older guys a lot.

"I can't see much, either!" Bob called out. He wasn't about to settle for a little peek at a couple of round pink panty cheeks. He knew he wouldn't have to settle for that, of course, but he was just as impatient as Jeremy to get to the good part.

"Pull it up so your hands are by your head!" Jeremy demanded.

"Ohhhhh," Karen moaned. Cringing, she pulled her dress higher still.

"Higher!" Bob demanded. He could see the top of her panties now, but he wanted to see as much of her bare back as he could.

Steve and Ken seemed happy, taking shot after shot, since they had a clear view of her bare sides all the way up to her shoulders.

Karen straightened her arms out, reaching out to the sides, to hold her dress as high as she possibly could. The curve in front almost covered her face, but she couldn't hold the loosely pleated skirt taut enough to hide her shame that way. Her dress didn't hang low enough to cover her titties anymore. She knew they could see her belly button and all of her panties from every direction. She saw Jeremy begin taking pictures of her. She bit her lip to try to keep from crying, but it didn't work. Clicking cameras mocked her from three sides. Every so often, one of the boys would return to the box, drop in a used packet of film and pull out a fresh one. Karen had no idea how much film they had, but they didn't seem to be worried about running out.

"Take it off!" Jeremy demanded.

"No! Let me go home!" Karen begged.

"You'll do everything we tell you to do, and you know it, dolly, so get that dress off now! Or we'll show your Daddy the first picture and all the ones we just took, too!"

Sniffling and weakly crying, Karen began slowly tugging her dress further along her upraised arms, grateful when it finally covered her face. She took the opportunity to wipe her eyes on the dress, pausing until two boys at once scolded her to hurry up about it. She slid the dress past her face, past her elbows, and off. The clicking sounds of the cameras never paused the whole time. She knew the boys now had pictures of her taking her dress off outside, and her father would whip her something fierce if he ever saw them.

"Toss it over here," Jeremy instructed. He had moved in closer. He snatched up the dress when the tearful little girl threw it toward him. He wadded it up into a ball, and dropped it into the same box he had pulled the cameras and ropes from earlier.

Karen knew she would probably get spanked for getting her dress all wrinkled up, even though Jeremy had done it. She watched it slip over the side of the box and disappear. Now she had on only her light pink panties, and nothing else, right there in front of four boys. Even her feet were bare, unless she counted the painfully tight ropes on her ankles. They had taken off her shoes and socks earlier. And she couldn't stop them from taking even more pictures of her like that. She stopped trying to hold back her tears, and cried out loud, her blond pig-tail braids shaking. When the boys laughed at her and teased her, she cried harder, making even her bare shoulders tremble. Karen had never been so miserable before, except during and after the times her father had spanked her.

Jeremy reached into the box, fumbled around on the bottom, and extracted a pair of gardener's clippers. He brought it over to his helpless captive and held it out to her. "Take it," he demanded.

Karen took it and looked at it, wondering what it was for.

"Cut your panties off," he smirked, looking down at her face to catch her reaction.

"Ohhhh! Noooooo!!" she wailed. She looked at the clippers again, screamed "Nooo!" and hurled them away, as far as she could throw them. "No, no, no, let me go, please let me go!" she kept sobbing, wiping away more tears, but she saw Bob retrieve the clippers and bring them back to her. Meanwhile, Jeremy fished the original photo out of the box and brought it up to her face, waving it before her and yanking it back every time she made a move to grab for it.

"We can make lots more like this one, if we feel like it, Karen! It doesn't have to be your Daddy who gets this picture, you know. We are the only four who have one now, but unless you stop whining and start obeying us, it'll be every boy on the street, every boy we can find, who knows, and has this picture of you to give to your Daddy if you don't obey him. Do you want that?"

"No," Karen moaned, hanging her head.

"Cut your panties off," Jeremy repeated.

Bob roughly pulled her arm up and slapped the clippers into her open palm. He curled her fingers, squeezing harder than necessary, until she held the clippers herself.

Karen's braids shook again and again as she looked down at her beautiful pink panties with the deep pink satin ribbons on the sides. She would be whipped awfully if her father found out she even cut her panties off, let alone that she did it in front of four boys, and even worse that they would take pictures of her doing it. But she didn't want every boy they could find to have the picture of her, and be able to make her do the same thing anyway. Four boys with that power over her was bad enough.

Sobbing, Karen opened the clippers, slipped the blade under her waistband on the right side, and pushed it down her hip, bunching up her panties between the blade and the groove. She squeezed, and the bright sharp edge cut cleanly through the soft pink material, leaving only a few threads to hold the side together.

Now she'd done it, ruined her panties, enough to get a whipping of at least thirty swats. Part of the satin ribbon floated free, disappearing from sight in the grass below. She reached around her waist and slid the clippers around the other side of her panties. She paused, her upper teeth biting her trembling lower lip as she cried. At last she closed her eyes and squeezed again, slicing through the thin cotton completely. The few threads on the right side tore loose under the slight weight, and Karen's pretty pink panties fell away, landing on the grass between her knees. A couple of teardrops fell from her chin, spotting her ruined panties to commemorate the event.

She let the clippers drop, and modestly covered her newly bare bottom and her vulnerable little pussy slit with her hands, hanging her head in shame and sobbing.

The boys hooted and jeered, taking a cascade of pictures of their naked helpless plaything from all sides.

"Raise your arms high!" Ken ordered. "Straight up!"

Karen didn't resist the order, only hesitating a moment before she removed the last protection her bare body had. She raised her arms straight up, as required, but held them in front of her to cover as much of her face as possible. Jeremy didn't seem to mind, though, and continued taking more pictures. Ken and Steve took pictures from some angles in front of her, and some behind her.

"Hands on your head now," Jeremy told her. "Elbows out wide," he added, thus ensuring that she couldn't hide her blush of shame, or her streaming eyes, or her wailing lips.

"Uhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh, uhuhhhhh," she sobbed, obeying the demand.

"Elbows back!" Steve insisted. He wanted his pictures to show her tiny pink titties better. When she bent her elbows back, her chest stretched, and both Steve and Ken eagerly snapped more shots.

Bob reached down between her knees from behind, hooked Karen's panties on a finger, and tossed the soft treasure from hand to hand as he circled around her. Then he presented his trophy, holding his arms high, and turned to give the other boys a good view. Finally, right in front of her face, he shredded her panties into four pieces. He handed one piece to each of the other three boys, tucking his own into his pocket. "In case we ever need to tell your Daddy what you did for us, we'll have proof!" he gloated.

Karen wailed in despair. She kept her hands fixed on her head, but shivered, her whole body shaking as she sobbed.

"Get out the mallets and stakes," Jeremy called. "You, keep your hands on your head," he told Karen. The boys gathered around the box and pulled out two mallets, then picked up two tall stakes from the ground behind it. Two boys moved to each side of her. While one boy waited with a mallet, another boy placed a stake through a hole in the cement blocks that formed part of the restraints on her ankles.

"Make sure they slope outward a little," Bob reminded, pulling his stake away from Karen at the top. The mallets made quick work. The boys stopped pounding when the top of the stakes were level with Karen's pigtails.

"Get your arms out here, hold the poles," Bob ordered her.

Karen obeyed. It was no worse than having her hands on her head.

At least, not until Bob returned from the box carrying two shiny new sets of handcuffs. "One around her wrist, chain around the pole, then the other on her wrist beside the first," he explained, handing one pair to Steve and the other to Ken. "Make sure the chain crosses so it gets tighter, not looser, as it slides up the pole," he added, miming the correct direction. Grinning wide, he finished, "And make sure they're good and tight!"

"AWwwwww! UhhAWWWww!!" Karen screamed as first Ken, then Steve, squeezed the metal ring closed around her wrist, then squeezed it even tighter. "Oowww, uhowww, uhhowww!" she cried. "It hurts, it hurrrts!" she whimpered, "uhhhowww, oww, it hurrrrrrrts!" She struggled, but the boys held her arms beside the poles until they had the other rings of the handcuffs around her wrists. "AAaaaaAWwww!! OHHHhh AAaahhwww!" she shrieked as they tightened them. They rechecked the first rings, making Karen moan in agony as they tightened them up another notch. When they released her arms, the tormented little girl struggled in desperation, jerking and twisting, flailing her head side to side and pulling on the poles in vain. They were too strong and too firmly hammered into the ground for her to move them, and she couldn't slide the chains over the tops unless she could stand, which she obviously could not. "Aahwww, it hurrrrrrrrrts!!" she wailed.

"If you think that hurrrrrrrrrts," Jeremy mocked her, "just wait! I don't think you're going to like what we do next!"

"But we will!" Ken crowed. "We're going to love it!"

"And my guess is you're really going to hate it!" Bob predicted.

"I can't wait to find out what you guys have in mind," Steve chimed in. "If it's better than this, it's gotta be something great!"

"You'll see!" Bob promised.

The four boys laughed with delight, slapping each other on the back in camaraderie, until Jeremy reminded them, "Hey! Pictures!" They quickly backed away from her and began snapping a steady stream of pictures of their helpless sobbing naked little girl-toy from every angle.

Just then, something beyond the fence made a crash-crash-crash sound, followed by a prolonged thin squeal. The boys turned in the direction of the sound, but saw nothing to explain the noise.

"We better go check that out," Jeremy said. Turning to Karen, he took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. Grinning at her terrified expression, her whimpering, her misery, he leaned down to her ear and whispered, "We'll be back just as soon as we can! Don't go away!" He followed his friends around the house and out the wooden gate.

All Karen could think of was the promise that whatever they were going to do to her next, she would really hate it, even worse than she hated what they'd already done. How could that be? she wondered.