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 The Coven Part 2 By Kelly Slimspank KellySlimspank@Googlemail.com
   copyright 2008 by Kelly Slimspank, all rights reserved
   * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are not of a legal
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   Tom caught David skulking by the tennis courts, scribbling last minute
answers to last night's maths homework.
   "Where did you disappear to last night?  I waited at the gates for ages"
said Tom, only slightly annoyed.
   "Sorry, had to rush home...  forgot to tell you" said David, not
comfortable lying to his best friend.
   He'd spent a miserable afternoon yesterday.  He hadn't been able to
concentrate; he'd kept getting shouted at for not paying attention, and
he'd fidgeted constantly.  As hard as he'd tried he'd not been able to get
Helen's assault out of his mind.  He'd stayed hard, and anxious, and moving
from class to class with each bell had him feeling nervous; carrying books
in front of him to cover the embarrassment of his hard-on.  A couple of the
more worldly-wise boys had guessed at his problem and had tried to pull
books from his grasp announcing to the corridor full of children that
"David's got a hard-on." That particular embarrassment had ended with Mr
Thomas sticking his head out of his classroom door to ask what was going
on. Mr Thomas hadn't expected any more than the usual 'nothing sir' but he
was glad for the resulting quiet in any case.
   "So what did Helen want?" asked Tom.
   "What!?  What about Helen?" asked David his eyes widening.
   "Helen, yesterday?  You know, wanted words, was gonna get you?  Did you
ask?" asked Tom, wanting all the gory details.
   "Oh, that" said David, dropping his back down to his maths book "Nah,
it's cool."
   David hadn't told a soul what had happened in the playground at
lunch-time yesterday, and he didn't know how he could if he wanted to; it
was embarrassing enough that it had happened.  He spent all evening in his
room trying to figure it out, but he hadn't come up with any answers.  In
the end he'd just decided that they were trying to scare him; they'd done a
pretty good job of that, and that would be the end of it.  Helen had had
her revenge and now he'd be expected to laugh it off.  In a few days,
maybe, but he didn't much feel like laughing about it now.
   "Really?  I thought she was really pissed off, Sarah said..." began Tom.
   "Doesn't matter what Sarah said" interrupted David "It's cool okay, and
I'm trying to get this done before the end of break!" He ended up speaking
too loudly, too harshly, and with too high a pitch to his voice. 
Strangely, he felt close to tears.  "Just leave me alone okay" he said less
harshly.
   "Okay!  Fuck, who crushed your balls?" said Tom as he turned and stormed
off.
   David hung his head; closed his eyes; wondering why he'd been so angry.
He heard Tom come back and he looked up again, to apologise, to tell him he
was okay really - just a bad night's sleep.
   But it wasn't Tom.  It was Rachel; a freckle faced red head in the year
below him.  David's expression creased into a frown.
   "Helen wants you" she said.
   "What for?" asked David his stomach suddenly churning over.
   "Ask her yourself" said Rachel walking off the way she'd come.
   David grabbed his books; shoved them in his bag.  Maybe she just wanted
to apologise, or have a bit of a laugh about yesterday.
   Rachel paused, a distance away, "If you don't come she's gonna be really
pissed off" said Rachel before continuing on her way.
   'Shit!' thought David, and after a moment's hesitation he ran after her.
   Rachel led David to a small rectangular area, bordered on three sides by
the school building.  On one side was the girls' changing rooms and gym on
the other side the boys'.  Separating the two was a toilet block, one for
each sex.  Mostly serving the changing rooms, these toilets were rarely
used at break times.
   Helen was waiting, so was Sarah, and so were five other girls.  It was
just a bunch of twelve and thirteen year olds, hanging outside the girls'
toilets.  They gossiped about TV and pop stars; they giggled and whispered
about boys they liked.  Nothing at all out of the ordinary, but David's
heart was thumping anyway.
   Helen looked over at him and smiled "Hi David" she said "I just wanted
to talk to you about yesterday."
   David heaved a huge sigh of relief; he'd been right, she just wanted to
apologise, or laugh it off.  He smiled broadly, too broadly, and headed
over swiftly.  He didn't really notice that the other girls fell silent, or
that they all watched him approach with overly cheerful smiles, nor even
that as he drew close to Helen they rearranged themselves in a circle
around him.
   Helen placed a friendly arm on David's shoulder, but her other hand went
straight to his pocket.  Wearing his usual school uniform black trousers
the bottom of the pocket was still missing.  David flinched and tried to
pull back away from Helen, but the girls behind him pressed in and he was
trapped in their close circle.  His mouth opened with surprise and he was
about to utter a complaint when Helen's hand swept across the front of his
boxer shorts again and grabbed his cotton clad penis.
   "I told you no underwear" she said sternly.
   "But I..." began David, but suddenly he was moving.  The eight girls
bundled him into the girls' toilets before he knew what was happening; his
bag fell heavily to the floor.
   "What!?  I..." he tried again, but his arms were seized from behind him
and each of two girls wrenched an arm backwards.  Helen's hands came to the
top of his trousers and without a word of explanation she began undoing the
button on the waistband.
   "What the fuck!  Stop it!" he yelled.  Around him, seven girls, all but
Helen, giggled.  Those he could see held their hands in front of their
mouths and their faces flushed slightly.  All eyes were on his trousers.
   "You were warned David.  Didn't I warn you?" said Helen.
   David tried to struggle, to free himself from the girls but they held
him tight.  Other girls closed in and helped hold him still.
   "But...  what the hell are you doing?" he yelled.
   Helen had the button undone and she slid the metal clasp aside.  Her
fingers drew his zip down and his trousers opened up at the front revealing
grey blue cotton boxer shorts beneath.  David tried to bend forwards to
hide this embarrassment, to escape the humiliation of the girls seeing his
underwear.
   "Get the fuck off me!" he yelled again, but this time he was slapped
across the face by Sarah.
   "We do the telling not you" she said, a cruel tone to her voice.  The
other girls continued to giggle, continued to hide behind their hands, but
those to the back started to lean forward to get a better view.
   Adrenalin poured through David's young body.  His mouth dried up and he
began to sweat.  His stomach did somersaults and he felt sick.  He couldn't
think anymore; his mind was numb; stuck on just one fundamental question
'What were they doing?'
   He felt Helen tug his trousers down to his ankles and the cool air that
swirled around his naked legs emphasised his nakedness; making him feel
very vulnerable.  David bucked, and struggled anew with adrenalin fuelled
strength "No!  Stop it...  stop it!  Fuck!" he screamed.  Sarah slapped him
again.  "Just attract more girls why don't you" she said coldly.
   Helen produced a pair of scissors and cut down through the waistband of
David's boxers.  She continued to cut all the way to the bottom hem.  She
turned the scissors elsewhere and cut some more.
   Slowly it dawned on David that his question had been answered.  They
were going to take his pants off and bare him completely.  This was
unthinkable.  The idea of being exposed to a girl, any girl, was
inconceivable but so many girls, these girls!?  Despite the fear of another
slap David had to break free before it was too late.  He threw all his
strength into one last fight, flailing his arms powerfully and throwing the
girls away from him.  Sarah slapped him again, but the pain just spurred
him on.  Another quick series of jerking motions and he had his hands free.
He bent forwards to grab his trousers; to pull them back up and restore his
dignity.
   He was too late.  Helen pulled his shredded boxers from him and as he
bent forward in desperation he was shoved from behind.  He fell in an
untidy heap on the floor, his full and handsome bottom on display.  Sarah
jumped on his back, and a number of giggling girls grabbed for arms and
legs.  Settling herself forwards; bringing her weight down on the top of
David's back, Sarah grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head savagely
upwards.
   Helen moved round and dangled pieces of cut up boxer shorts in front of
his face.
   "Every time we catch you wearing pants, we'll take them off you and cut
them up.  If you're smart you'll learn to do as you're told first time" she
said and she stuffed the scraps in her blazer pocket.  "We'll keep these as
our first trophy" she added.
   While Sarah kept David's hair gripped tightly in one hand she twisted
her body round to look down at his bottom.  She brought her free hand up
and then down quickly, smacking him sharply on the bottom.  She repeated
this while the other girls watched and giggled.
   David let out a strangled "Uunnghhh" sound.  With his head pulled back
and his neck stretched he found it hard to breathe properly.  Sarah's
spanking was hurting, but her hand in his hair was hurting more.  He didn't
struggle now, but tried to lie still.  Being humiliated like this was so
shameful; being beaten up by girls; having his bare arse smacked, and
knowing he was helpless; that they could do whatever they wanted to him
brought tears to his eyes.  He desperately didn't want to cry.
   "We don't have a lot of time" said Helen "Get him up."
   'Up?' thought David, 'Up!?  That would expose him again, they would see
his willy.  He couldn't believe it.
   Sarah climbed off him, but kept her hand in his hair.  The other girls
helped drag him up off the floor until he was held upright.  His hands were
clamped over his groin, protecting his last vestige of modesty.  His
defence was about as effective as the Maginot Line, and his hands were
dragged away from their station revealing all his boyhood charms to the
girls.  New waves of giggles erupted all around him, and tears started to
break through their ducts.
   Helen reached for him calmly, without haste, and cupped his smooth
scrotum in her hand.  She weighed it thoughtfully and then stroked up to
his penis.  David shook with the anticipation and new floods of adrenalin
surged within him.
   "Noooo...." he pleaded "Please..." and tears of shame rolled down his
cheeks.
   Helen wrapped her fingers around him and started a slow and gentle
stroking motion up and down his shaft; David's knees buckled beneath him.
This wasn't like yesterday; as unfamiliar and awful as that was at least he
had only been touched through the protection of his pants; at least no-one
had been able to see him.  This was direct; it was his willy, not his
pants, she was feeling; it was his naked penis that the girls were staring
at.
   While the girls held him upright, Helen continued her gentle work until
she felt him stiffen in her hand.  She looked him right in the eye "From
now on David, whatever we say, you do, and you'd better learn that fast."
   Unexpectedly Helen began to soften; lose some of her resolve.  Maybe
they were being too harsh on the poor kid; maybe they should ease off; cut
him some slack.  David's shame was amplified by her staring him in the
eyes, and he made the mistake of sliding them sideways; away.  Helen
resurfaced, caught her breath, and looked down at his now rigid penis.  She
let go experimentally and she was amazed at how it stood upright under its
own steam.  She brought her hand strokingly across the top of his groin;
tickling the few delicate hairs that had recently sprouted there.  She
wasn't sure whether he was big or small; she'd never seen one before.  She
decided they'd have to measure it; maybe keep a record, but no time now.
   The other girls were giggling furiously.  They were all looking at this
alien object sticking up from David's groin, their mouths were open, and
their eyes were wide drinking in the sight.
   "Remember what I said" said Helen "And we'll see you later."
   Helen strode out of the toilets and the other girls joined her.  Those
who were still holding David let him go and he fell back to the floor
crying.  He pulled his trousers back up unconsciously, an instinctive
reaction, and as he began to fasten them he heard girls' voices
approaching. He leapt to his feet and bolted from the room.  
  
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