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Fairies (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
by GeorgiePorgie
Chapter 1: Karen and Tina at Play
"I'M CUMMMING!!! OH OH OH I'M CUMMING!! OHH HERE I CUMMMMMMMMM!!
I'M CUMMING LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN!!" the lady shrieked, her size 48D
boobs wobbling and bouncing grotesquely.
"Eww, gross!" Karen recoiled. "Shut it off! Shut that thing off!
I'm sure glad my chest doesn't look like that!" She held her arms out
in front of her and leaned back, as if trying to hold up monsterous bags
of flesh bulging out of her body. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she mocked the screen,
and burst into uncontrollable giggles.
Tina vigorously nodded her agreement, and snatched up the controls
to the VCR.
"OH!!! STUFF YOUR STEEL-HARD HOT-ROD UP MY HOT JUICY LOVE-CHANNEL!!
OHHHH!!!! OHH!! I'M CUMMING AGAIN, I'M CUMM-"
Tina had mercifully found the mute button. The silence was golden.
She kept hitting buttons, trying to find the right one to kill the image
as well. "What's that stuff smeared all over her lips?" she asked her
best friend.
"Toothpaste," Karen told her. "Unless you mean the slobber running
down her chin."
"No, toothpaste is green," Tina countered. "That stuff is red,
like blood."
"Well, then it must be blood toothpaste!" Karen giggled. "Whatever
it is, it sure is ugly. And it looks like she's got a black eye, too."
"Yea, two of 'em," Tina agreed. "And look what she did to her
ears. How gross!" Up on the screen, the cow kept bobbing up and down,
the rocks and metal suspended from holes in her earlobes jangling like
windchimes in an earthquake. Tina ran her finger along a row of buttons
on the control, and the VCR finally shut off. The tape slid out.
Karen took it delicately in between her thumb and forefinger, and
pulled it out, holding it at arm's length while holding her nose with
her other hand. Tina put her hand over her nose, put her other hand on
Karen's shoulder, and they paraded down the hall together, to the master
bedroom, chanting, "We're coming like a freight train! We're coming
like a freight train! Woo! Wooooooo!"
By the time they made it to the bedroom, they were too full of
giggles to keep up the chant. Karen tossed the tape back onto the top
shelf in the closet where they'd found it, and they ran out the back
door, chasing and tickling each other.
"Want to go swimming?" Karen asked.
"Yea!" Tina eagerly agreed. "I'll turn on the water for you." She
ran over to the house faucet while Karen pulled the other end of the
hose over to the old bathtub resting on boards between the flower garden
and the swingset. "Ready?" she called.
"Let 'er rip!" Karen shouted back. She held the hose over the tub
and waited for the blast. When it came, she moved her finger over the
end of the hose and sprayed water back and forth into the tub, making it
foam up and dance around merrily. Tina waited by the faucet. "That's
enough!" Karen eventually announced, and the flow stopped. She dropped
the hose. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" she laughed, and reached down
to pull her dress up over her head.
"No fair! You always do that!" Tina objected, trying to pull her
own dress off while high-stepping through the middle of the flower
garden, the most direct path. Jerking it off her arms, she tossed it
aside into the flowers and ran faster. The sun dress fell across a tall
stand of zinnias, and lay drooping miserably, as if already missing the
touch of the soft warm little girl's body it was meant to hold.
Karen already had her panties down to her ankles. She sat on the
end of the tub and raised her left leg, pulling it free. She kicked
her right foot, sending her panties flying. They hit Tina square in the
face as she approached, intent on getting her own panties down without
stumbling. Karen giggled and leaned back, holding her arms and legs out
wide. She fell back into the tub with a smile, the sort of smile that
on a little girl always boasts 'betcha ya can't not love me!'
Tina freed her head from Karen's panties, and bent over to free her
legs from her own. Naked at last, she hopped over the edge of the tub
and splashed in. She scooped up a double handful of water and tossed it
at her friend. Karen retaliated immediately, and within minutes, the
girls had the tub half empty again.
"Let's play on the swings!" Karen suggested. She stood and stepped
out of the tub.
Tina, always the follower in the friendship because she was a year
younger than Karen, threw one last handful of water, then rose from the
tub, her long brown hair dripping, sticking to her back and her chest.
She collected it in her arms, pulling it behind her head, her elbows up
and wide as she faced the sun. Her ribs stood out on her pale chest as
she held her wet hair in one hand and squeezed a stream of water from it
with the other. "Braid me?" she asked.
Karen moved behind Tina and began working the hair in and out, in
and out, making a long braid between her friend's delicate shoulder
blades, on down the middle of her back, and finishing up with a small
tuft of hair laying lightly between Tina's softly rounded bare bottom
cheeks. "I don't have anything to hold it," she apologized.
"That's alright, it's good enough for now," Tina decided. "It
tickles my bottom, when I move my head. See?" She moved her head
forward and back, tickling herself awhile. Envious, Karen watched,
wishing her own hair hadn't been cut so short.
"Now me," Karen commanded. "I want pigtails this time." She
turned her back on Tina and gathered her own shoulder-length blond hair
on either side of her head, twisting it in each hand. "Look at me, I'm
a scarecrow!" she laughed, and struck a pose with her arms out wide, a
hank of hair in each hand, her right knee raised at a silly angle. Tina
giggled and began to braid the left side. Karen held the pose as long
as she could, then lowered her knee back down and stood with her legs
apart, letting Tina work.
"Yours aren't going to stay unless we get something for them," Tina
warned. "I have an idea. Stay there and hold them a bit!" She passed
the ends of the braids into Karen's hands and ran to the wooden fence
that separated Karen's back yard from her own. She ducked and turned
sideways and slipped through a narrow opening.
"Hey!" Karen called, as she saw her friend's bottom disappear from
sight. Tina didn't answer, so Karen stood and waited, still holding her
braids out in her hands. She felt chilly from the water evaporating off
her naked body, and shivered. She didn't have long to wait, before Tina
popped through the opening, her hands full of weeds.
"This should do it," Tina declared, running back up to Karen, "but
I'll have to figure out how." She dropped the bundle at Karen's feet
and extracted a long thin vine. Small white flowers ornamented the vine
at irregular intervals. She experimented, tying it into a knot, looping
it around Karen's braid. She pulled it tight and broke off the rest.
"That's one," she said, and circled around to Karen's other side with
the remainder of the vine. She tied it likewise. "Hold still!" she
insisted, reaching up with another strand of the flowering vine. She
wound it through Karen's hair, and stood back to admire her work. "You
look like a fairy princess!" she announced, well pleased.
"And you look like a fairy yourself," Karen noticed, gazing up and
down at Tina's slender bareness. "You can be my fairy godmother!" The
two girls broke out giggling again, and ran around the yard, leaping and
dancing, carefree and joyful. If there had been any fairies watching
Karen and Tina play, they surely would have sulked in envy of the girls'
beauty.
Karen ran to the swingset and stood by the climbing bars at the end,
gesturing for Tina to follow. "Help me up," she asked, putting a hand
on Tina's shoulder and raising her foot high. Tina bent her knee and
let Karen use it as a step. Karen raised her other foot high and hooked
it over the bar. Tina pushed Karen's bottom at the right time, so Karen
could get her other knee over the bar. Karen reached down and lent a
helping hand as Tina climbed up the side.
Tina's delicate slender body enabled her to reach the bar with less
help, but she didn't stop to sit. She hooked both knees over the bar,
held it with both hands, and swung backwards. Spreading her legs apart
she hooked the tops of her feet against the posts. She released her
hands from the bar and hung upside-down. Looking up at Karen looking
down at her, she waved and smiled. "Hey Karen! You're upside-down!"
she laughed.
"You are!" Karen retorted, wishing that she had Tina's skills at
climbing. She reached out a hand and threatened to tickle Tina in her
most ticklish place. She wiggled her fingers menacingly, holding them
far enough in front of Tina so she could see them.
"You wouldn't dare!" Tina squealed, and quickly grabbed the bar
with both hands just in case Karen dared.
Karen waited until Tina had a good grip, then she dared. Her hand
came down and she wriggled her fingers against Tina's most sensitive
spot, making Tina squirm and gasp. Tina grabbed the post urgently, and
quickly pulled herself up so she could get her legs together again.
Karen's hand kept dancing across Tina's body, tingling and exciting her,
making her twitch and giggle, until Tina leapt down from the bar, out of
reach.
"Can't get me now!" Tina teased.
"Oh yes I can!" Karen challenged back, sliding off the bar herself.
The two girls took off, running naked across the yard, around beside the
house, and out toward the street. Karen was so intent on catching Tina
that she didn't notice the boys across the street, watching the girls
run across the front yard, until it was too late. "Eeek!" she screamed,
and tried to cover her bare body in four places with only two hands.
She gave up on covering her tiny pink breasts, and ran awkwardly after
Tina, blushing in embarassment.
Running normally, but looking back with a grin, Tina disappeared
around the other side of the house, long before Karen could catch up
with her. When Karen got to the back yard again, Tina waited by the
swingset, her hand over her mouth, vainly trying to stifle her giggles.
"You did that on purpose!" Karen accused.
"Sure did," Tina admitted. "Fun, wasn't it?"
Karen's reply stopped in her throat. She thought a second. She
slowly smiled. "Yea, I guess it was. Want to do it again?"
Chapter 2: Karen's Regrets
"I'M COMING!!! LOOK OUT!! HERE I COME!!!!!!!" Karen yelled, her
braided blond pigtails wobbling and bouncing delightfully as she turned
this way and that, trying to catch a glimpse of her friend, Tina. She
was nowhere to be seen, which wasn't surprising, since Karen had counted
to the highest number she knew, sixty-nine, before uncovering her eyes
to begin searching.
Even though Karen had unknowingly skipped over the thirties, Tina
still had had plenty of time to find a hiding place. She knew lots of
good hiding places, and being the smaller of the two, she could fit in
places Karen wouldn't even look. A moment before Karen finished her
count, Tina's head disappeared into the old tractor tire surrounding the
sandpile in her back yard.
When she began searching for Tina, Karen went the wrong direction.
That was her first mistake that Saturday morning, but it wouldn't be her
last, by anybody's count!
She went the first place she would have gone to hide: her bedroom
in her own home. She looked under the bed, behind the door, and in the
closet (pushing aside a dozen lacy pastel-colored dresses and moving a
large stuffed unicorn), but Tina wasn't there. "Frizzy, have you seen
Tina?" she asked. She put the unicorn's mouth to her ear and listened
a moment. "No? Well, keep your eyes open!" she told it, as she dropped
it back down by the closet door. As if the unicorn would close its eyes
now anyway! It lay there obediently looking up Karen's dress as Karen
stood and thought. The lucky unicorn got a nice long look at a pair of
light pink frilly panties decorated with curly pink bows of ribbon at
the top and sides. It also got several peeks at a cute belly button and
even a glimpse of the girl's titties as she turned away, her long white
pleated dress twirling out.
Karen looked behind the door again just to be sure, and left her
bedroom. As she walked down the hallway, she passed her father's study
where he sat absorbed in work at his computer. She paused at the door
and considered asking him if he had seen Tina, but decided against it.
He never played with her, hardly noticed her except when she disobeyed
some stupid rule or other, and then only long enough to punish her. She
knew better than to interrupt him in his work; it would be like asking
him for another spanking. He treated her best when she was nowhere near
him.
As she turned away, the doorbell rang. "Get that," he commanded
her, without looking up.
'He always makes me say 'please' to him,' Karen grumbled to herself
but she knew better than to point out her father's inconsistency. She
ran to the front door before the bell could ring again. Making a caller
wait at the door too long was another way to get a whipping.
When she opened the door, to her surprise there were three boys
standing on the porch: Bob, from across the street, and his friends Ken
and Jeremy from down the block. "We don't need the lawn mowed, come
back next -- " she began, but Bob interrupted her.
"Shut up and listen, Karen, and listen good," he said, leaning
toward her with a strange smile on his face, speaking in a hushed tone.
Suddenly nervous, but not understanding why, Karen waited for him
to continue. She looked at Ken, and then Jeremy, and they were both
smiling also, like they knew something she didn't, and liked it a lot.
"Remember what you did yesterday?" Bob asked.
"I played with Tina all day, why?" Karen replied, confused.
"Sure, but where?" he pressed.
"In the back, um..." she thought, "and..." She paused, her feeling
of nervousness growing worse. She knew where else.
"And in the front, right?" Jeremy teased, with a smirk, pulling out
a photo. He held it up for her to see. When she reached out, he pulled
it away.
She'd seen enough though, to recognize herself, naked, on her own
front lawn, raising her arms high. She and Tina had run across the lawn
twice yesterday, the second time stopping for a moment to tease the boys
with a little peek at a couple of pussies before covering up again and
running off to hide. She hadn't realized they had a camera, hadn't seen
it yesterday, and hadn't imagined they could have taken a picture of her
in that brief moment. She was aghast.
"Give me that!" she demanded of the boys, reaching for it again.
They laughed. "Sure thing, we can always make more of them, you
know!" Ken smirked, holding it within her reach but pulling it back at
the last second.
"Like, one for every boy on the street!" Bob added with a grin.
"Noooo!" Karen pleaded, reaching out desperately but futilely as
the boys passed the picture back and forth higher than she could jump.
They laughed at her antics.
"Shut up and listen, Karen," Bob continued in his hushed voice.
She gave up her futile attempts to snatch the photo and stood
meekly listening.
"This one's for your Daddy, Karen!" Bob threatened.
"Oh! Ohhh, nooo! No!!!! He'll whip meeee!!" Karen whined, fear
making her voice tremble.
"Yea! We know!!" Jeremy laughed.
"We can hear it every time he whips you, or didn't you know that?"
Bob added. "Owwiiee! Owwieee! Waahh waaah! Oh stop, I'll be good!"
I will!!" he mocked in as girlish a voice as a boy could manage.
Karen blushed crimson in shame and humiliation. Those were her
exact words the last time she'd been whipped, when was it? Not too long
ago, anyway. She had left the screen door open, and got ten hard swats
for it. "Oh please, please don't give it to Daddy! Please!!"
"As long as you do what we tell you to do, we won't give him this
picture, understand?"
Karen nodded, but she didn't really understand the full meaning of
Bob's words. Her nod made the boys' grins broaden, she noticed, and
that made her even more uncomfortable, somehow.
"Good. Turn around!" Bob barked. Karen hesitated, but didn't
resist when he put his hands on her shoulders and started turning her.
The little girl turned the rest of the way around without further delay.
"Put your arms behind your back," he demanded.
Meekly she obeyed. She felt hands take her elbows and forearms and
pull them further back, holding her wrists against each other. She felt
something rough wrap around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder in
vain, trying to see what they were doing. When she felt the roughness
pull tight, she realized Ken was tying a rope around her wrists as Bob
and Jeremy held her arms for him. She trembled in fear. What were they
going to do?
"WELL? Who was it!?" an impatient voice called from inside.
"Tell him it was a salesman, or we'll march in and show him the
picture right now," Bob hissed in her ear.
"Ju- just a salesman!" Karen squeaked. Bob poked her in the ribs,
making her squirm. She repeated it louder so her father could actually
hear her.
"Now tell him you're going over to Tina's to play," Bob continued,
his tone conveying the unspoken threat.
Karen obeyed, hoping her father would hear the fear in her voice
and come out to rescue her, until she remembered what would happen if he
did. She didn't think anything the boys could make her do would be any
worse than what she knew her father would surely do. Another mistake!
Bob pulled Karen backwards onto the front step and Jeremy shut the
door. "Turn around and come with us," Karen heard from behind her. A
jerk of her braid started her turning, and she went along.
She pulled a little with her arms, and discovered that her wrists
were tied securely, but not tightly. They didn't hurt, but she knew she
couldn't get her hands free in a million years. "Where are we going?"
she squeaked.
"You'll see," Jeremy told her, and they started off down the walk
to the street, the boys moving into position to keep her surrounded.
They turned right and headed down the block, Jeremy leading the way.
When they got to Steve's house, they stopped her while one boy went to
the door. She waited, unable to do anything else, as the boy knocked
and asked for Steve, who came to the door a minute later.
Steve looked her way, following the other boy's gesture, listened,
and suddenly grinned broadly. He stepped out and eagerly ran out to the
street. Tugging Karen's arm, he spun her around and yanked on the rope
holding her wrists. Then he laughed loudly. "Count me in! This'll be
a lot of fun!" he declared.
Karen nervously wondered what he meant.
"Get moving!" Bob commanded, and shoved her. Karen obediently
turned to follow Jeremy. He kept a brisk pace, and with her shorter
legs, Karen nearly had to run to keep up with him. The boys behind her
pushed and prodded her insistently whenever she slowed down. They soon
approached Jeremy's house, the oldest and largest house on the block,
hidden behind shrubs on a largely overgrown lot. He led her down the
long driveway, opened a wooden gateway, and stood aside. Karen knew if
she went in, she'd regret it, but she didn't have much choice. When Bob
gave her another rough shove, she passed through the gateway. Three of
the boys surrounded her and kept her moving, while the other boy latched
the gate behind them with an ominous click.
"Mission accomplished!" Ken gloated. "That went perfectly!"
"Is everything ready?" Bob asked Jeremy.
"Everything, just like we planned!" came the cheerful response.
The boys led her and pushed her along, against her feeble but
increasing resistance, to the middle of the lawn. "On your knees!"
Bob ordered.
Karen hesitated, tears welling up in her eyes. She felt helpless
and alone. "Can't I please go home?" she pleaded without much hope.
"Please just give me the picture and let me go, please?"
"We told you, Karen, but apparently you weren't listening. As long
as you do everything we tell you to do, we won't give your Daddy this
picture. I just told you to get down on your knees. Now! Do you need
some help or something?"
She found it was a little awkward getting on her knees without her
hands to catch her, but she managed it without falling. She looked at
the boys around her, looking back at her with evil smiles. A shiver ran
down her body. Her braids shook, exaggerating every little tremble,
much to the boys' amusement.
"See those pegs in the ground beside you?" Jeremy pointed. Karen
nodded. "Move forward a little," he waved. Karen obeyed, knee-stepping
awkwardly. "That's far enough. Move your ankles apart. Wider. Wider!
A little wider! Stop." Karen opened her legs wide enough to satisfy
him, hopping her cute little body side to side to move her knees. Her
dress swayed side to side with her. The boys grinned in anticipation.
"Now back up," he ordered. Obediently Karen tried to move back, and
found it even more awkward than moving forward had been. Gradually she
made progress while the boys waited. "Stop. And stay there, or else!"
Jeremy said, waving the photo before her face, giving a clear message.
Eagerly, Bob and Ken knelt beside her. Karen felt her shoes jerked
past her heels and off. The boys hadn't even taken the time to unbuckle
them, and she heard a rip as one of the straps broke free. The ruined
shoe hit the ground in front of her, where she could see the damage.
Bob tossed her other shoe aside, and Karen glanced over to see it laying
bottom-up in some muddy water beside the walkway. Both of her new shoes
were ruined, and she knew her father would blame her for it. They were
supposed to be for church tomorrow, not for play. They were worth sixty
swats, maybe more, she figured, probably on her bare bottom. Cringing
at the thought, she felt a little teardrop trickle down her cheek.
Chill air on the soles of her feet brought her attention back to
her current problems, and sent another shiver through the frightened
little girl, as Bob and Ken slid her lacy white ankle socks down and
tugged them off. "These will come in handy later," Bob told her, with
another sly smile and a wink, but he didn't explain further.
Jeremy reached into a box and pulled out a long coiled rope. With
a grin, he waved it once in front of her face, then tossed it on the
ground behind her. Bob and Ken each took an end of the rope and tied it
tightly around her nearest ankle. She twisted around, looking back over
her shoulder, first at one boy and then the other, as they worked on the
knots.
"Owww!" she screamed, as Bob tugged his knot tight on her ankle and
forced her foot up and over the peg, spreading her strained legs even
further. He began a quick series of wraps around the peg, left one turn
slightly loose, made a few more tight wraps around the peg, and tucked a
final loop of the rope through the loose wrap. He left the last loop
hanging out. Ken was a little slower, but finished his knot on Karen's
other ankle. "Owwwwwie! OwwOwwwowiee!! It hurrrts," Karen whimpered as
her other ankle leaped the peg and landed on the other side in Ken's
grip. He imitated Bob, leaving a loop of rope hanging down. Her knees
were in torment and she couldn't move them. "It hurts, it hurts, oh it
hurts!" the little girl moaned.
"Oh really, ya think?" Jeremy mocked her. Everyone laughed except
Karen. "Now, Karen, we have something to demonstrate to you. The knots
on your ankles come out with a little tug on the rope to pull the loop
out. Watch."
Karen twisted around to see her ankle. Bob pulled slightly on the
rope, and she saw the loop shrink.
"All you have to do to get loose is to pull the ropes, got it?"
Karen nodded, wondering what this was leading up to. Were they
going to go away and let her untie herself? She held that glimmer of
hope.
"Try it," the boy urged. When Karen tried to lean back to get her
hand anywhere near her ankle, she found it impossible, because of the
ropes on her wrists, keeping her arms centered behind her. The glimmer
of hope left her, and her tears welled up further, threatening to break
out and flow. She swallowed.
"Aww," Jeremy teased, "Can't do it with your hands tied, can you?
Untie her hands and let her try it again."
Ken took the end of the rope on her wrists and gave a quick sharp
tug, and to Karen's amazement, the rope on her wrists fell away. "It's
just that easy!" he informed her. "Your turn now."
Karen's glimmer of hope returned threefold, and she leaned back to
reach for the rope that would pull out the loop on her right ankle and
set her leg free. She found that even with her hands free, it hurt her
to lean backwards. Still, she managed to get two fingers around the
rope and began to pull it. Just then, Ken lightly tapped her wrist with
his little finger. She lost her grip on the rope and had to start over.
Twice more, she got ahold of the rope, and a quick light tap knocked her
hand away. Her slight glimmer of hope dimmed and died again. Her eyes
watered, and she blinked away a tear.
"See how easy it is for us to keep you here?" Jeremy emphasized.
"But you haven't seen anything yet. Get the pole," he said.
Karen could only watch fearfully and helplessly as Steve helped Ken
with a long pole. Bob pushed the loop of rope below her right ankle,
and held it in place as the pole thrust through it. Steve pushed as Ken
guided and Bob held the second loop. In less than ten seconds, they had
the pole centered behind the helpless little girl, running through the
loops in the knots on both of her ankles.
"Now, you see, it's absolutely impossible to untie the knots around
your ankles without taking the pole out first. Right, Karen?" She only
nodded, her pretty pig-tail braids bobbing in unison. "Obviously. So
go ahead, take the pole out."
She expected the boys to stop her like before, but her hope came
back to tease her, and she tried anyway. Her feeble efforts to push
the pole to one side or the other met only with chuckles and no success.
And then, Bob pulled the rope harder, tightening the loops around the
pole. Once again her hope of escape was dashed to death.
"The blocks." Karen turned to watch as Ken and Bob lifted heavy
cement cinder blocks and carried them over. The boys dropped one at
each end of the pole, and with difficulty nudged them into place. She
didn't have to think hard to see she would have to move one or the other
heavy cement block by pushing sideways on a pole she couldn't move even
before they'd pulled the loops tight. But as she thought about it, a
small glimmer of hope returned again: she could just lift the ropes off
the pegs! She didn't have to move the pole sideways after all.
The boys returned to the pile of cinder blocks, strained with all
their muscles to carry over two more, and dropped one on each end of the
pole. Karen's shoulders shook with sobs. Hot tears of despair began to
flow down both cheeks. The boys looked delighted at their handiwork.
"I take it you've figured it out by now, doll? You're going to
be here until we feel like letting you go. And we won't, until you've
done everything we want you to do, and we've done everything to you we
want to do. Is that all clear to you?"
"Yes," Karen cried.
"And the longer it takes you to do what we tell you to do, the
longer you're going to be here, right?"
"Yes," Karen repeated, wiping her tears away.
"And you're going to do everything we want you to do, because you
don't want us to give this picture to your Daddy, right?"
"Yes," Karen whimpered. She knew she had no other choice.
"Absolutely everything?"
"Yes, yes," Karen confirmed. "Everything!"
"Great! Now the real fun can start," Bob stated smugly.
"Just a second," Jeremy mumbled, and reached into a box and pulled
out a camera. He handed it to Ken. He pulled out another and gave it
to Steve. He took out a third and readied it for action.
"Pull up your dress and show us your panties, girlie."
Karen, kneeling on the ground with her legs spread wide, her ankles
tied securely with ropes and pegs and poles and blocks, looked around at
the boys gathered around her. "No! You'll take more pictures of me!"
she protested.
The boys responded with laughter. "She's smarter than we thought,
isn't she, guys?" Ken taunted. "Didn't you just say you were going to
do everything we told you to do?"
Bob reminded her, "The longer you wait, the longer you'll stay, you
know. You will pull your dress up before we let you go, because we said
so. Get it over with."
Chapter 3: Tina's Fall
Tina stayed hidden in the tractor tire in her back yard for a long
time, or what seemed like a long time to a girl her age, then gave up
waiting for her friend Karen to find her. Squeezing out and onto the
sandpile the tire held, she stood and brushed the sand off her light
yellow sundress, then her bare knees, then bent over to brush off her
bare feet. As she did, unfortunately only the row of blind stone lawn
ornaments behind her saw the great view of her matching yellow panties,
and her bare chest as her dress floated down along her arms.
When she straightened up, her long black ponytail, braided by her
friend the day before, fell back down to her bottom and waved back and
forth across her bare back, from one delicate shoulder blade to the
other as if undecided which one it preferred to caress.
She began looking for the girl who was supposed to be looking for
her. Since Tina was supposed to be hiding from Karen, she wanted to
find her without being seen first, so she didn't call out. She peeked
through the fence into Karen's back yard, but didn't see anyone. She
slipped carefully through the narrow opening and looked around. Karen
was nowhere in sight. Karen wasn't supposed to be hiding, so Tina
didn't look in any of her usual hiding places. She tried the back door
to her house, and found it had locked shut when it closed. She peeked
through the window on the side of the house, but didn't see her friend
in her bedroom. Tina sneaked in behind the shrubs and snuck up to the
front of the house. She heard voices.
Peeking around the corner of the house, Tina caught a glimpse of
Karen's white dress and her bare leg before she disappeared from sight,
followed by a boy from down the street that Tina didn't know very well.
Quickly but cautiously in case Karen came back and spotted her, Tina
crept across the lawn and peeked around the corner of the hedgerow Karen
had passed. Karen, accompanied by three boys, not just one, was walking
away apparently in a big hurry.
"Well great!" Tina huffed, "She's gone off and played with someone
else, right in the middle of our game! Some friend!" She followed
along behind, keeping at a distance. She stopped when Karen and the
three boys stopped. She waited as they waited, and she saw another boy
join them. Karen turned her back on the new boy for a second, but he
didn't seem to mind, and laughed about something. The sight annoyed
Tina even more. "Oh sure! Go off and play with four boys instead of
me! And leave me there waiting for you to find me, too!"
Tina followed again when the group hurried off down the street, but
she held back to avoid being seen. They turned down a driveway that led
into the old overgrown lot. By the time Tina reached the turn, Karen
and the boys had disappeared. Bravely, she followed the long driveway,
wanting to see where Karen had gone. She came around a curve just in
time to see a wooden gate closing. By the time she reached it, it had
shut and Tina was locked out. "Fine! Be that way!" Tina called over
the fence, but no answer came back.
Although Tina possessed great skill as a climber, as least for a
girl her age, she still had no hope of climbing over the fence or the
gate in it, but she wanted to see what Karen and the boys were doing in
there. She looked around for a tree to climb, one high enough to let
her see over the fence. She rejected one after another of the nearest
trees as being too short or too weak at the top to be any good, and
finally decided to try a large oak off to the side of the house. It
would be too far away to hear anything, especially with the breeze
stirring the leaves, but it should be close enough to see, she hoped.
She began her climb, easily reaching the first branch and picking
the next. She worked her way slowly up the tree, and at last she could
see over the fence into the house's back yard. She was in luck. She
could see Karen kneeling down in the middle of the open area, with the
four boys around her. Too many leaves blocked her view for Tina to
see much, and she felt she needed to be higher, so she returned to her
climbing, finding a higher branch strong enough to support her weight,
slight as it was, quite a distance from the trunk. She rested on the
branch and found Karen back through a larger opening in the leaves.
Tina gasped. Karen had her dress pulled up high enough to show the
boys her titties! And the boys had cameras, and were taking pictures of
her! Tina gasped again. She couldn't believe it when Karen pulled her
dress off over her head and tossed it aside. One of the boys picked it
up, wadded it up into a ball, and dropped it into a box. That was when
Tina realized that Karen's feet were bare, too. She saw that Karen had
on only her light pink panties, nothing else, right there in front of
four boys! She must have taken off her shoes and socks earlier. And
she was letting them take pictures of her like that! Tina wondered why.
Another curious thing puzzled her. Tina could see Karen's blond
pig-tail braids shaking, shaking, shaking. Sometimes she could even see
Karen's shoulders shaking. "She must be laughing about it, and having a
lot of fun without me," Tina griped, to no one in particular, except for
a small male butterfly sharing the branch with her. It flew away, down
to her toes, looked up her dress and saw Tina's yellow panties, and flew
off eager to reproduce.
Tina's eyes grew wide with amazement when she saw what Karen did
in front of the boys next. One boy took something shiny from the box,
and handed it to her. Karen's braids shook, apparently from laughter,
as she threw it away as far as she could. But then another boy waved
something in front of her face, and the first boy brought it back to
her, and Tina watched Karen take it and hold it down by her panties, on
each side. Tina almost slipped and fell off her branch in surprise as
Karen's pretty pink panties fell away and landed on the grass between
her knees.
Karen was stark bare naked!! And laughing, from the signs of her
braids and her shoulders shaking so much, as she let all four boys see
her like that, and take pictures of her. She even stopped covering
herself in front and back, putting her arms up, then she put her hands
on top of her head, while they took more pictures. Even from that far
away, Tina could see Karen's bare bottom crack, and she knew the four
boys could see even better from where they were, except when they stood
in front of her, which they mostly did.
A boy reached down between her legs from behind, picked up Karen's
panties and waved the pink cloth all around as he circled around her.
Holding it in front of her face, he tore it into four pieces and handed
one to each of the other three boys. Karen must have thought that was
really funny, Tina knew, from all the shaking of her braids as she knelt
there with her hands on her head. Tina thought that was strange, since
she knew Karen's father would give her an awful spanking if he found out
about her letting four boys rip up her panties.
Something even stranger confused her next, as the boys brought out
two long stakes and hammered them into the ground beside Karen, through
the holes in two cinder blocks on each side of her. When they had the
stakes in place beside her, Karen reached out and held a stake in each
hand. Tina knew Karen was deliberately letting the boys see her bare
titties even better, as the boys held up their cameras. But then she
finally saw the reason Karen was doing all that, and letting the boys
see her without even her panties.
"Bracelets!" Tina cried out in envy. "Silver bracelets!" She
watched the boys putting the beautiful shiny silver bracelets on each of
Karen's wrists as she held the poles. Karen's pigtails shook even more,
so Tina knew she was laughing with delight at having the bracelets on.
She seemed to have two bracelets on each wrist, and she held the stakes
even tighter. The boys took more pictures of Karen with her new silver
bracelets, from all sides.
Tina finally understood. The boys must have promised to give Karen
some silver bracelets if she would go play with them, Tina decided. Why
else would she go off to play with them instead of her best friend? And
why else would she agree to take off her dress, shoes and socks, even
cut off her panties, with the boys taking pictures of her? Tina wished
the boys had asked her, instead. She would have done a lot more than
that for some silver bracelets as pretty as those were. Maybe she could
get the boys to give her some silver bracelets, too. She would ask, the
very next time she had a chance. Karen wouldn't be the only girl on the
block wearing shiny silver bracelets and laughing, Tina vowed.
As fate would have it, her chance came much sooner than she hoped.
Tina felt a caterpillar starting to crawl across her hand, and instantly
jerked her hand away. In doing so, she squished it against a smaller
branch. "Eewwww! Yuuuck! Iccky!" she squealed, trying to wipe it off
against the bark and having no success. Forgetting where she was, she
reached for some leaves with her other hand.
And fell.
Tina crashed down through the tree, passing branch after branch,
luckily avoiding serious injury since she had been out among the thin
branches. But the tree caught her dress an instant before she escaped,
hooking it solidly with a lecherous clawlike dead branch on the lowest
of its main branches. Tina screamed. Her pretty yellow sundress held
her by her armpits as she struggled vainly trying to climb back into it.
She dangled from the tree, exposed from her bare feet to her bare neck
except for her light yellow panties with little yellow flowers all over.
Her arms, pinned inside the dress, found nothing to grip except leaves
and twigs, which broke off and fell on her face when she tried pulling
on them. Tina twisted and pulled and squirmed helplessly, frantic to
find some way of escape. At last she had only one option left.
Tina took a breath, got her legs ready for a landing, wherever it
might be, and began to wriggle out of her dress. The tree kept a tight
grip on it, unwilling to relinquish such a pretty token of pre-pubescent
femininity. She relaxed and put her arms by her head and let her weight
pull her out of her dress, hoping she wouldn't be hurt when she fell
again.
"I'll bet that's what made the noise!" a boy shouted, from not very
far away. "Check it out!!"
Just as she slipped out of her dress, she heard three other boys
answer, but Tina had already committed herself to her course of action.
She landed on a soft bed of leaves and fell over backward. She saw the
branch above her, teasing her by holding her sundress just out of her
reach. She looked up at four boys surrounding her on all sides, and
realized she had on only her panties. Tina blushed. "Hi," she waved,
timidly covering her titties with her other hand.
"What are you doing on my property?" the biggest boy thundered.
Chapter 4: Karen Learns Real Fear
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 possiby 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 long 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, as required, holding 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 tossed 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 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 cinder
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 arms 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. "And make sure they're good
and TIGHT!"
"AWWWwww! UhhAwwww!!" 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!! OHHHhhAAaawwwww!"
she shrieked as they tightened them. They rechecked the first rings,
making Karen moan in agony as they tightened them up one more 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.
Chapter 5: Tina in Trouble
"Bracelets?" Steve asked. "You mean the ha-" he began, but Bob's
hand on his arm interrupted him.
"Hold on," Bob warned. Turning to the girl laying on the ground
between him and his friends, he glowered down at her. "What bracelets
are you talking about?"
"Like the ones you gave Karen," Tina answered, getting to her feet
awkwardly, modestly keeping her hands in front of her titties. She knew
she couldn't hide her panties from the boys, especially since all she
had on was her panties, and they had her surrounded, so she didn't try.
Only the very end of her long black braid hid any part of the thin lacy
waistband.
"How do you know what we gave Karen?" Jeremy asked, admiring the
view from behind her. He grinned at the other boys. They all grinned
too, enjoying the sight of the little girl's light yellow panties with
the little bright yellow flowers. They enjoyed even more her pale bare
legs and bare chest, the excitingly slender body of a little girl who
loves to run, climb, and play.
"I saw them," Tina said. "When I was up," she pointed up into the
tree, past her yellow sundress dangling from the lowest branch. When
she realized what she had admitted, she covered her mouth. She stood
silent.
Jeremy growled. "So, you were spying on us, too? Trespassing on
my property wasn't enough? And now you expect us to do something nice
for you, and give you something?" Far more than her nudity, the boys
enjoyed her embarassment and trembling, her abashed look of shame, the
trace of fear on her face.
"You stay right there while we decide what to do. Maybe you'll get
some bracelets," Bob told her, leading the rest of the boys away into a
huddle.
"Can I have my dress back?" she asked, meekly pointing to the tree,
and the clothing she'd lost in her fall. Any of the boys could reach it
easily, but she would have to climb back up into the tree to get it.
"No. Now shut up and wait," Ken scolded. He turned to Bob and
whispered, "We need a plan, and we need it now!"
"We can't take Tina in and let her see Karen," Jeremy noted. "We
don't have any way to keep her from telling, like we do with Karen."
"It's worse than that. She saw the handcuffs, so she must already
know Karen is naked, too. Even if we don't do anything to Tina, she can
still tell someone about Karen!" Nervous grunts from Jeremy and Steve
gave emphasis to Ken's warning.
"Do we even have any more handcuffs to 'give' her?" Bob asked.
"I have one more pair at home," Ken said, "and some more ropes if
we need them," he grinned. "But I don't have a very good place to put
her. My parents are home and they'd hear her even if she was gagged."
"We can use my back yard, as long as she's gagged," Bob offered,
"Dad's watching the 'big game' and won't leave the tv for hours," he
explained, "and Mom's off to some stupid social thing and won't be back
until dark."
"Sounds like fun," Steve smirked, "but what about her telling?"
"Yea, that's the problem, not where to take her," Jeremy agreed.
"Maybe we can make it so she won't think there's anything to tell,
so it all seems like her idea. After all, she wants silver bracelets,
how about if we make her earn them? That will mean she has to do what
we say, and keep it a secret. We can even keep her from talking to
Karen about it, if we work it right." Bob straightened up. "Let's get
going. I'll figure out the rest of the details later."
"Wait!" Ken pulled Bob back, before he left the huddle. "What do
we do with Karen in the meantime?"
Jeremey laughed quietly. "She isn't going anywhere! Let her stew
awhile, wondering what we're going to do to her. That will only make it
that much worse, and that much more fun, when we finally do it!" Bob
and Ken broke out laughing.
Steve grinned, but complained, "You guys are killing me with all
the suspense, too, you know."
Tina obediently waited as the four older boys finished plotting.
She resisted the temptation to run away. She didn't want to run home in
just her panties, and they might get mad at her if she climbed up in the
tree again to get her sundress. But most of all, she wanted some silver
bracelets like Karen, and she knew the boys would never give her any if
she just ran away. When the boys returned to her, surrounding her once
more, she moved a hand to cover her belly button while covering both of
her tiny nipples with the other.
"We've decided you can have some silver bracelets," Bob told her.
Tina brightened and cheered, "Goodie!"
"But you have to earn them. Something that expensive doesn't come
cheap," he added. "What's more, before we'll even let you start earning
them, you have to be punished for spying on us."
Tina's bright smile melted away.
"And for trespassing," Jeremy growled.
Tina faced him, fearful. "I'm sorry," she pleaded.
Bob pulled her bare shoulder to turn her back toward him. "But
after the punishments, you can earn your bracelets," he reminded her,
softening the threat in her eyes.
Tina smiled again. "Okay." All four boys smiled too, for other
reasons. "Can you get my dress back for me now?" she pleaded.
"No. That will be your punishment for trespassing. You don't get
your dress back, ever. So don't ask." Bob crossed his arms.
"But-" Tina protested.
"We can make the punishment worse than that," Ken warned.
"An awful lot worse, if you get us mad enough," Jeremy promised.
Tina gulped. She gazed around at the four big boys surrounding
her. Suddenly she realized how strong they all were, compared to a
little girl like her. She decided she had better accept whatever
punishment they wanted to give her, instead of arguing and making it
worse.
"Now, as for the rest of it, you were spying on all of us, so we
all get to give you a punishment for that. And you were spying on Karen
too, but she's busy-" Bob paused until the snickers died down, "so we'll
have to give you a punishment from her, too."
"What are you going to do?" Tina murmured.
"Each of us gets to decide for himself what to do," Bob declared,
"and one of us will go ask Karen what punishment she wants you to get.
I'm going to spank you. What do the rest of you guys want to do?"
"Ohh," Tina began to protest, then remembered they could make it a
lot worse if they got mad.
"I want her panties as punishment," Steve said.
"Ohh!" Tina whined.
"I'm not sure yet," Ken said. "Probably a spanking too."
"Ohhhh!"
"I already get to keep her dress as punishment for her trespassing,
but for spying, I think she should have to walk down the block and back
without it," Jeremy decided.
"Nooo!" Tina wailed.
"Who goes first?" Steve asked.
"You can go first," Bob offered. "You get her panties!"
Tina immediately realized what that would mean, and wailed "Ohhh,
nooo!" But it took her a couple more seconds to realize what it would
mean in regard to her walking down the block and back. "No, please!!
No, no, please no," she begged.
"We can always make it worse!" Bob snickered. "And if we have to
do that, you'll never get any silver bracelets, either."
Steve didn't wait for the frightened girl to submit. He wrapped
his arms around her from behind and slid one hand down to her panties.
Holding the sexy struggling sprite in one strong arm, he pushed the soft
yellow cotton down one leg, dragging the rest along. "Shut up and stop
fighting, or we'll make it a lot worse," he ordered her.
Tina held still, eyes pleading to each of the three leering boys
in turn as Steve knelt and shoved her panties to her ankles. Nobody
made a move to save her. She could barely keep a hand close enough to
cover her pussy, and his other arm kept her chest completely bare, so
all three of them saw her tiny pink nipples. Tina blushed in shame, but
didn't resist any further.
Steve lifted her up, off her panties, leaving her naked. Snatching
up her panties, he stepped back to see the result: one frightened bare
little girl, outside, holding her pussy and her titties and trembling.
Bob spoke. "Okay, I'll go ask Karen what punishent she wants us to
give you, then we'll do Jeremy's punishment next, walking down the block
and back. Don't anyone even think of leaving without me." He dashed
off, through the gate, out of sight. He counted to ninety just inside
the gate, and returned, running, pretending to pant.
"What did she say?" Jeremy winked, getting a wink in return.
"Karen is awfully mad at you, Tina, for spying on her. I don't
think she wants to be your friend anymore. And I'll bet after we do
what she told me she wants, you won't want to be her friend, either!"
"I'm mad at her already, for going off in the middle of our game,
but what did she say?" Tina demanded.
"Oh, you'll find out," Bob teased her, "but right now, it's time to
take a little walk, isn't it?"
"Yea, let's get moving!" Jeremy prodded Tina, shoving her around
until she faced the long driveway leading to the street. Two more boys
joined him beside her, poking and pushing her until she stepped forward.
Tina stepped, and stepped, and stepped again, nearing the driveway.
Her bare foot touched the same cold asphalt she'd passed over without a
thought not long before. It felt much colder to her then. She shivered
and huddled her arm closer around her. Rude prodding pushed her toward
the street. She kept her titties hidden, and her pussy, unable to keep
her bare bottom hidden from the boys behind her. The day before, she'd
run across Karen's front lawn, knowing there were three boys seeing her
naked from across the street, but she controlled what they saw and how
long. She'd done it again, even letting them all see her pussy from a
distance for a second. But now she walked down a driveway, boys on all
sides of her, close enough to shove her, and poke her. She felt ashamed
and helpless.
They reached the end of the driveway. The sidewalk lay before her,
a pathway in either direction, unmindful and uncaring of her or the boys
or their actions. "Get going, Tina, all the way down to the end of the
block," Jeremy ordered.
"But," Tina pleaded, "but I'm naaaaked!"
"You spied on us. You want us to do something else, something even
worse, as punishment for that? Move it!"
"Yea, move it!" Ken insisted.
"Move, now!!" Jeremy thundered, thrusting her out onto the street
with a forceful hand on each shoulder.
Tina stumbled and fell, caught herself on her hands, and lay there
on the grass beside the street, very ashamed and very frightened.
"Hey, come on, when the punishment's over, you can get those silver
bracelets you wanted, right?" Bob reminded her again. He reached out a
hand and helped her to her feet. He looked over his shoulder and gave a
sly wink to his three friends, watching the naked little girl's backside
as she rose to stand again.
When she straightened, she had only a second to get her balance
before the boys began pushing her. She stepped. She stepped again.
She began walking down the street, naked in plain view, broad daylight,
submissive to four big boys. To her relief, she saw nobody else on the
street.
The boys had no need to urge her to hurry, she hurried. "I said
walk, not run!" Jeremy mentioned, but he didn't slow her down. They
kept up with her easily.
"Wait here," Ken said, when they reached his house. "I'll go get
the bracelets," he laughed. "The, I mean the, the ones you get," he
chuckled, hurrying away up to his front door.
The remaining three boys kept Tina mostly hidden from view as they
waited. Still, Tina crouched down and quavered when a car drove past,
afraid of being seen. The boys laughed. As long as she was afraid of
anyone else finding out, they knew she wouldn't tell on them.
Ken ran back out, carrying a large sack. "The bracelets," he said,
almost laughing again. "And a few other things. Plus, I decided what I
want to do for her punishment," he explained, "and I got what I needed."
Tina stood and began walking. A second later she realized the boys
hadn't moved, but stood back watching her walking down the street naked.
She turned and hesitated, not wanting to be around the boys, but wanting
even less to be seen walking naked down the street by herself, with no
apparent reason. "Eeeek!" she screamed, when she saw Ken's camera.
"Get moving!" Jeremy ordered. "We'll be right behind you!"
All the boys laughed and laughed as they followed the naked girl,
walking along as fast as she could with one hand behind to cover her
bottom, the other to cover her pussy, just like Karen had done on the
first run across her lawn the day before. Ken shot two rolls of film
before they reached Bob's house at the end of the block. Luckily, he
had plenty more.
Tina waited, hiding behind a shrub as the boys caught up to her.
"My turn now," Bob said. "A spanking, before you go back down the
block." He began taking his belt off. "Do you want it out here where
anyone driving by can see you, or would you rather go to my back yard?"
He pointed along the side of the house.
Three seconds later, Tina ran past the house and into the back
yard, still trying to cover her bottom. The four boys followed, Ken
taking pictures, Bob swinging his belt cheerfully, Steve and Jeremy
wearing tandem grins.
Bob approached a short round white patio table. He removed the
umbrella from the center, exposing the table to the bright sun. He
waved Tina over to him. "Bend over the table," he demanded. "Put your
arms out wide and hold the far edges," he directed her.
"What for?" Tina cringed, as she meekly obeyed. Her slender chest
stretched out across the white expanse. Her hip bones and ribcage and
shoulder blades stood out. Her toes barely reached the ground when she
stretched her feet. The cold metal surface chilled her bare chest and
belly. She shivered, despite the warmth on her pale back and legs. The
sunlight brought out a glow in her tender bottom cheeks, stretched taut
as she lay across the edge of the table. "What is this for?" she asked
again.
"You get the spanking first, then what Karen wanted us to do to you
as your punishment from her, then you get your ha- uh, silver bracelets,
then you go back down the block and your punishment will be over."
"I get the bracelets before it's over?" she asked, hopefully.
Tina wanted those pretty silver bracelets more than anything.
"You'll definitely get more punishment after you get the bracelets.
Is that what you meant?" Bob laughed, raising his belt.
Chapter 6: Tying Up Tina
"Please don't spank me very hard," Tina quavered, looking over her
shoulder at the boy, her neighbor, who stood behind her frowning, stern
yet somehow amused. The belt in his hand frightened her, but she kept
her arms spread out across the patio table, holding the far edges, as
instructed. Tina had been spanked before, of course, but never on her
bare bottom, and never with a belt, and never with anyone watching.
And never by boys in her neighborhood. She trembled. Nor with a
boy taking pictures of her as she lay naked on a table out in the full
light of day waiting for it to begin. Aside from fear of her punishment
Tina also felt embarassed, being completely naked with four boys around
her, looking at her. Sure, with her front on the cold metal table, only
her bare back and bottom showed, but only her long black braided hair
running down her back covered her bare body at all, and it shirked its
duty, draping across her right hip. She had kept her braid covering her
bottom crack at first, but she'd accidentally flipped it to the side by
turning her head to see Bob, leaving herself completely exposed.
Tina had seen her next-door neighbor and friend, Karen, getting
spanked before, with a belt, on her bare bottom. She'd seen it happen
many times, in fact, since Karen's father spanked Karen regularly, for
every little thing the girl did that displeased him in any way. Even
though she was a year older than Tina, Karen had always started bawling
before the third swat, all the times Tina had seen her getting spanked.
Tina hoped Bob wouldn't spank her hard enough to make her cry like that.
She didn't want to be a bawlbaby like Karen.
Three of Bob's friends watched, leering at the naked girl from both
sides. "Wait a sec," Jeremy said. "Don't forget your..." he looked at
Bob and pointed to the house.
"Oh, right." Bob remembered, his father sat just inside, watching
a game on tv. He didn't think it would be smart to let Tina disturb his
father. He glanced around his back yard, searching for something to use
as a gag, but didn't immediately find anything suitable.
Ken put his camera down and lifted the bag he'd retrieved from his
home on the way to Bob's. "I have what we need, right here," he said
with a smile. He reached into the bag and drew out a thick rod and a
rubber strap with metal hooks on each end. Intended for holding items
on a bicycle, it still served Ken's purpose perfectly. He added a few
short coils of sash cord, dropping a shiny pair of handcuffs back into
the bag before Tina saw. "I sorta thought we'd be needing this," he
laughed, handing one coil to Bob and the others to Jeremy and Steve.
They knew what to do, without any words exchanged. After all, they
had a naked little girl laying across a table, arms outstretched in the
sunlight, submissively waiting to be spanked. And they each had a coil
of thin cord in their hands. What else could a boy possibly do, in that
situation?
Steve and Jeremy lifted Tina's hands, holding her fingers together,
and pushed a loop of the cord onto each of her wrists. Ken's coils of
sash cord came with loops already tied on each end. The boys pulled the
loops snug, just where her wrists bent.
"What?" Tina wondered. "What's that for?" She waited in vain for
an answer. "Hey!" she exclaimed, when she felt a loop of cord slide up
past her feet and pull tight around her ankles. "Heym!!" she protested,
when a thick rod pressed in across her mouth. "Whumt zat form? Shtop,"
the confused girl mumbled, while clenching her teeth tightly to keep the
rod out of her mouth. "Heeeeeymm!" she squealed, when she felt the cord
on her ankles tighten, and the cords on her wrists pull down under the
table. She twisted her head trying to avoid the rod, but it followed
her wherever she turned.
"You'll get spanked with this in your mouth, or spanked ten times
worse without it," Ken threatened, pushing harder. He leaned close to
her ear and added, "So I suggest you open up right now."
"Whaaa- uhhh uhhmmm, ahhh," Tina mumbled. The rod grated in past
her teeth as she spoke. She felt four boys working on her all at once.
Still afraid of making them mad, and getting a worse punishment, Tina
tried not to squirm, but she couldn't help herself. She tried to tell
them when it hurt her, so they would stop, but only whimpers escaped the
rod filling and hurting her mouth. "Eehhhhaahhh! Uhaahh! Eahh!" Her
whimpers only seemed to make the boys chuckle and pull harder, hurting
her even more.
Ken slid the rubber strap under her braid behind her head, past her
ears, up around the rod on both sides of her face, and back beside her
ears again. Taking the ends firmly in both hands, he stretched it far
beyond its normal range, bending Tina's neck back, forcing a moan of
anguish from the helpless girl as he jerked the metal hooks together and
connected them. The strap snapped the back of her head as he suddenly
released it. The ends of the hooks dug into the top of her braid.
Tina's chin hit the table hard. Her teeth bit into the wooden rod.
Pain jolted her. "Uuhh!" she moaned. She lifted her head and turned to
look at him. She couldn't see Steve, Jeremy, or Bob, only Ken, the boy
who had just gagged her. Tina tried pulling her arms, then her legs,
and found herself helpless. And naked. And unable to tell them to stop
it, unable to scream for help. Which she desperately wanted to do.
Ken stood back and grabbed for his camera, hurrying to record the
first sight of Tina's terrified look, the first tears beginning to form
in her watering eyes. He moved around the table to get other views of
her naked form.
It took a while longer for the other three boys to complete their
tasks. Steve had the thin sash cord looped around her left wrist. He
ran the end around a table leg and back to her wrist, squeezed it back
through the loop, and pulled out the slack. He jerked it, and jerked it
again. The thin cord on Tina's wrist tightened painfully. He chuckled
when he heard Tina's little whimper of fright and pain afterward. Just
to make sure she'd whimpered from his action, and not someone else's, he
jerked the cord again, harder. Another whimper, louder, more anguished,
rewarded his efforts.
"Eeeehh!" the helpless girl squeaked.
Meanwhile Jeremy did much the same with Tina's right wrist, except
he first ran the cord around two distant table legs before returning it
to her wrist, pulling two ways so she couldn't slide her arm along the
table top at all. When he jerked the cord to tighten it up, the little
girl squealed. Jeremy had to be sure, just as Steve had, since Tina's
moans and soft whimpers rarely stopped for long. He wrapped the end of
the cord around a stick from the ground, held the ends of the stick with
a thumb over the end of the cord, and yanked.
"Aaahhwww!!" Tina whined, as the cord bit hard into her tender
right wrist. "Ahwww!! Aaahhhwww, aaaawwwww" she continued whimpering.
Satisfied with the cord's tension, Jeremy pushed the stick between
two bars of the table's frame, and twisted it until it held in place.
Bob knelt by Tina's legs as they hung down over the rounded edge of
the patio table. Once he had the first loop of cord around her ankles
to keep her legs still, he added more wraps, then several wraps crossing
those. He knew there was probably some Japanese name for the way he'd
tied the knots, but he didn't care. He wasn't tying the knots for the
sake of the knots, and he couldn't care less whether anyone else had
ever tied the same knots he had. He tied knots for a different reason.
He grinned, as his reason squealed in pain above him. Someone else had
caused that, but Bob knew his chance would come soon enough.
When he had the cord looped around the center of the frame under
the table, he made another trip to Tina's ankles and back to the center.
Then he could stand back and pull on the cord to tighten everything up,
able to watch Tina as he did. Noticing the clever idea Jeremy had used,
he pulled a short stake out of his mother's flower garden, and held it
as a handle for the thin cord. After all, he didn't want the cord to
cut into his fingers and hurt him. There was only one person he wanted
it to hurt.
Since he'd been the last to finish, Steve and Jeremy joined him, as
Ken continued taking picture after picture of the sexy little doll they
had before them. Standing behind her with a great view of her bare ass,
Bob gripped the stick, leaned back, and began a series of tugs on the
cord, tightening it up a little at a time.
"Eeeuuhh! Eeeeeeuughh!!" Tina moaned. Her legs straightened, her
leg muscles tensed, and her feet pulled under the table. The cord bit
into her ankles, the loops cutting deeper into her with each of Bob's
hard jerks. Tina whimpered louder after each pull. "Aaahhhwwwwwwww!"
Bob's relentless jerks on the cord tightened the loops between her
ankles further and forced her legs to follow her feet under the table.
The backs of her legs began to ache as she stretched.
Tina forgot all about that pain as the biting pain in her wrists
intensified. The leverage of her thighs against the table forced her
body back slightly. "MMmwwwwaeeeaaaahhh! Ohhhwwwwwh!!" she wailed in
agony, plenty loud enough for the boys to hear, but stifled by the rod
held fast between her teeth. Nobody except them heard anything.
Ken continued circling her, snapping many more pictures as Tina's
slender body stretched around the table's edge. He framed her from the
side, her ribcage clearly outlined, her stomach taut to her hipbones,
her shoulder muscles bunched up as her arm stretched up and to the side,
a tiny nipple peeking out at him, a little pink spot on her beautiful
smooth chest, a dark black braid laying across her pale back.
He loved it that she kept turning her head to follow him, since he
loved to get her tear-streaked face and the rod-and-strap gag in as many
pictures as possible. He laughed, thinking she expected him to release
her if she only looked miserable enough. He zoomed in on her face and
clicked a perfect shot of that misery, just as she moaned again.
Bob gave a final yank, satisfied once Tina's feet disappeared into
the shadow of the table. The sun still lit her legs down to her knees,
locked straight by the strain of the cords. He pushed the stake into
the ground and hammered it in place, and retrieved his belt where he'd
left it earlier.
"I think she's ready for the spanking now," Steve smirked.
The terrified little girl, already sobbing from the excruciating
pain in her wrists and ankles, mouth and legs, heard him. "Oooaaahhhh,
uoohh, uuhhhhohhh," she moaned, quietly. She desperately pulled against
her bonds, but it only hurt her even worse. "Aaww, UhhAwww, UhhAawww,"
she bawled, awaiting her punishment, wondering if it could possibly get
any worse, but fearing that it could, and would. She knew she had no
escape. Her only hope was rescue, but she knew that nobody knew she was
there, or knew what the boys were doing to her.
Chapter 7: Tina's Punishment
Bob stepped up beside the little girl who lay face down across the
patio table. He gripped her long black braid and tugged it back, hard.
Her head rose, her neck twisted backward, and a long tormented sob shook
the naked girl, stretched painfully between cords on her wrists at the
edges of the table and the cords on her ankles pulling her dangling legs
underneath it. "Now for my part of the punishment for spying on us. If
you ever do it again, you'll get the same again, so remember this!" He
didn't expect an answer, since she had a wooden rod strapped across her
mouth to keep her moans and crying quiet. Not that Bob or his friends
minded her moaning and crying, just that they had her in Bob's own back
yard, and didn't want anyone else to hear her. He suddenly flipped her
braid aside, letting her head fall forward.
Tina already regretted trespassing on Jeremy's property, regretted
climbing the tree to see why her friend, Karen, had gone with the boys
to Jeremy's back yard, and regretted staying around wanting to get some
silver bracelets like those she had see the boys give to Karen. She
regretted living on the same block as the cruel boys who had her naked
and helpless, gagged, and tied up tight enough to hurt her terribly.
Bob raised his arm, belt in hand.
"Wait!!" Ken shouted. "Wait! I want to get this moment! I'll let
you know when I'm ready!" He ran around to the other side of the table
from Bob, raised his camera and framed a shot showing Tina's face and
her bare arms spread wide apart, with Bob in the background. Frowning,
he complained, "I can't see much of her from here." He turned over a
large clay pot and stood on it. "That's better," he said, but he still
wasn't satisfied. Unmindful of the flowers within, he flipped two more
pots and put the first on top between them. "Alright, just a second,"
he said, framing his ideal view, looking along Tina's bare back, to the
two mounds of her ass and his three friends standing behind her, one
with a belt. The shot included Tina's tear-streaked face, the wooden
rod in her mouth gagging her, the rubber strap holding it in place, both
wrists and the cords binding them to the table, and enough of her body
to prove the girl was completely naked. "Ready!!" he called out.
"Uhhh," Tina moaned after Ken's warning, even before Bob brought
the belt down. "Ohhhh-" Crack! An inch of hard leather struck across
her bottom cheeks. Her body jerked, but in the unyielding grip of the
cords, had nowhere to go, and the motion stabbed pain through her wrists
and ankles to match the stinging pain from behind. "UUUhhhhwwww!" she
sobbed.
Ken clicked a picture as Bob swung the belt down for the first
blow, and took shot after shot of Tina's writhing and twisting as much
as her bondage allowed, as the pain of the blow traveled through her
frail slender body.
Crack! the belt struck her again. The muscles in her legs and
arms jerked again, her body attempting to avoid harm by reflex, pulling
away from sudden intense pain. Crack! "Uhhaaahhhhwww!" she sobbed, a
low quiet wail. Crack! "Uhaahhww!" Crack! "UhhUhhhUhhhh... UhhhUhh,"
Tina moaned. Crack! "Eeeieee! Uuheee Uhheee!" Crack! "Uueeee!" she
screamed, but only the barest whimper escaped, which was more than Tina
could hope for herself. Crack! Gasping between sobs, Tina felt on fire
across her entire bottom, the sensation competing for her attention with
the raging agony of her wrists and ankles. Crackk! "Ahhwwww! Aahhhwww!
Aaahhhwww!" she wailed.
Bob hesitated, arm raised, belt in hand, frightened by the sound of
a sliding glass door as it rumbled open. Music from a commercial for a
sports car floated from the house.
"What the hell are you doing back here?" a voice called out. "What
in the hell is all that cracking? You damn well better not be breaking
anything, or you won't live to regret it!" Bob's father growled warning
as he emerged from the house. He stepped off the landing and turned to
see what mischief his son was up to.
Everyone froze.
Bob's father froze, taking in the situation.
Bob froze with his arm upraised, the belt drooping. He stared at
his father.
Steve and Jeremy froze, then inched away, trying to put distance
between themselves and Bob without being too obvious about it.
Ken froze, standing on a pile of flower pots with nowhere to step,
unable to back away from the scene. He slowly lowered his camera down
to shoulder level, but otherwise held very still.
Tina, well, Tina didn't move much either, not that she had much
choice about it. She moved more than anyone else, in fact, raising her
head to see the man better. She sniffed, still sobbing, shoulders still
trembling. Enormous relief flooded through her. She sniffed again, her
large streaming eyes on her rescuer, trying to express her thankfulness
to him.
Bob's father stood with his hands on his hips, staring at his son,
at the other three boys, and at the naked little girl who was obviously
helpless and obviously suffering intensely.
"We... We're..." Bob stammered. "We're not breaking anything," he
offered lamely.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" his father growled.
Still nobody moved.
"Um," Bob gulped. His father hadn't told him to stop or anything.
"Just this," Bob answered, hesitating. "This is the cracking you heard
before." He brought his belt down hard on Tina's ass. Crack!
Tina wailed! "UAAaahhww!! OHHhhwwww!" She jerked in her bonds.
"Is that a girl?" the man demanded angrily.
"Um," Bob started, "uhmm, yes, of course!" He reached out and
flipped her long black braid across her pale back, to the other side of
the patio table, so his father could see it.
"Well at least there's that," his father softened, relieved, "but
you still haven't said just what the hell you're doing."
"We're spanking her," Bob stated. It was obvious anyway, so he saw
no reason to try to hide it anymore. He brought his arm down again, as
hard and as fast as before. Crack!
"UUUhhhhUhhhh! Awwwwwieee!" Tina sobbed, new tears streaming down
her face as she thrashed her head. "UUuhhhh Uhhhh," she moaned, staring
at the man who only stood staring at her.
"See? We're not breaking anything," Bob stated timidly, waiting a
few more moments for a reply. When his father still said nothing, he
raised his arm again.
Crack!! "Eeeehhhhwww! Eehhhww! UhhhhhwwwUhhhhUhhhhhwww!" Tina
whimpered. She stared at the man, her eyes begging him to stop them, to
save her from her suffering.
Bob looked at his father again. He shrugged. He raised his arm.
"You boys," the man grunted. "You damned boys, you get away with
so damned much these days, that I never would have got away with when I
was your age." An artificial voice from inside commented, 'It's third
down and fifteen at the thirty...' "Damn!" the man swore. He turned
and ran back into the house, yelling back over his shoulder, "Just keep
the damn noise down, or you won't live to regret it!" The door quickly
rumbled shut behind him.
The boys looked at each other. Nobody spoke. Shocked expressions
slowly gave way to grins, then delighted smiles.
Crack! "AAaaaAAwwwwwww!"
"Where was I?" Bob griped. "I was going to give her twenty, but I
lost count. How many did I give her already?" he asked his friends.
"I don't know."
"Me neither."
"Beats me."
"No!" Bob chuckled. "No, it beats Tina! Looks like I'll have to
start over at the beginning. One."
Crack! Tina wailed, biting hard into the wooden rod. The strap
held it in her mouth so tightly it hurt her nearly as much as the thin
cords on her wrists. Despair flooded her as completely as relief had
just a minute earlier. Crack! "Aaaawwwwwwww," she moaned, and kept
moaning, as Bob counted out more unbearably brutal smacks on her bare
ass. "Aaaawwwww," she moaned, not for a moment expecting the spanking
to ever end. She knew there was no escape, and now she knew there would
be no rescue, either. Crack!! Her naked body twitched and strained in
agony, but the terrible thin cords cutting into her aching wrists and
ankles held her so tightly she barely moved. Crack!!