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 The Coven Part 7 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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   David half sat and half lay on his bed reading when his door opened.  He
didn't bother to look up.
   "I'm alright mum" he said automatically, hoping to deflect any further
interrogation.
   Helen fished something out of her pocket "Hi David" she said cheerfully.
   David's book flew into the air and he nearly jumped out of his skin as
he heard Helen's voice 'What the fuck was she doing here!?' His heart
nearly smashed though his ribs and as the adrenalin flooded through him he
felt sick.  He opened his parched mouth to shout for his mother as he
looked up.
   Right in front of his face was photograph.  A photograph of a boy much
like him.  The boy's trousers were down at his ankles; he wore no pants;
there was a penis - an erect penis; it wasn't a boy that looked like him -
it was him.  He suddenly and miserably realised that someone must have
taken a photograph in the girls' toilets at break this morning.  In his
self-absorbed shock and terror he hadn't noticed.  His scream of 'Muuuuum!'
froze in his throat before he had time to let it out.
   "It's good isn't it?" said Helen conversationally "Wendy's got such a
great camera on her phone.  I printed it out when I got home." Helen turned
away from him and stepped towards his desk "I'll put it here shall I?  Then
if you're mum comes in she can see it." she said leaning the picture up
against his computer monitor so that it faced the door.
   David shrank away from her, squashing himself up against the wall,
clutching the duvet to him like a shroud.  His mouth remained open, and his
face was a sculpture of fear and panic.  Helen turned back to him "You
didn't wait for me at the school gates" she said sounding disappointed. 
She sat on the bed.  "I was worried" she lifted a hand to stroke his hair
but he pulled his head away as though her arm was a cobra.
   "Don't be scared" she said "It's just me.  I haven't got anyone hidden
in my bag you know."
   David stared at her as if her hair was made up of hissing snakes; he
felt himself turning to stone in terror.  "You don't look well" she said
sounding concerned "Shall I call your mum?" she began to rise.  David's
eyes flicked to the photo and then back to Helen again.  "No!" he said
quickly.
   He didn't think she'd dare.  He couldn't imagine she'd dare.  But he'd
thought that all day long, and every time he'd thought it she had dared. 
The most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing of all the terrifying
things, was that he just didn't know how far she'd go; he couldn't trust
his judgement any more - anything and everything seemed possible.
   "It's alright, we won't show the picture to anyone so long as you behave
yourself.  And this is the only copy" said Helen "Apart from Sarah's copy.
Oh and the girls have got one each as well."
   David groaned and shrank further away from her.  "It's a pity you didn't
wait for me, I was looking forward to you coming home with me, and it means
we're going to have to punish you some more as well" she said "But I expect
you're getting used to that now aren't you, you little scamp." She ruffled
his hair as she said this.
   Tears started rolling down David's cheeks and he trembled in Helen's
presence.
   Helen reached a hand out and began to slide it under David's duvet.
   "You're not wearing pants under there are you?" she asked her tone
turning a little harsher.
   "Get off!" he said weakly.
   "Now David you know what I've said, don't make me cross" she said
beginning to sound impatient with him.  She tried to pull the duvet from
him a little, but he resisted.
   "David!" she scolded "I want you to lie down on your back and stretch
your arms out over your head."
   "No, I don't want to" he whined, sobbing heavily.
   "If you don't do as I tell you I'm going to make lots of copies of that
picture, and then I'm going to give them away to anyone who's interested"
she said, her face serious, her tone grave.
   "No, don't do that please..." sobbed David.
   "You know, when the girls see how sweet you are in that picture they're
all going to want to see you properly, in the flesh.  The pressure on me to
strip you for them is going to be pretty hard to resist" she said her voice
reasonable and concerned now.  David just stared at her, not daring to even
consider the prospect.
   "And the boys!  God knows what they'll think, you letting a bunch of
girls strip you and get you hard.  They might think they can get away with
it too, and if the girls are all trying to encourage them I don't think
even I could protect you" she said as if working it all out as she went
along.
   "Why...." He began to bawl "Why are you doing this?  Please Helen... 
just stop..."
   Helen gave him an affectionate, sympathetic look; she sighed.
   "Look, I'll do you a deal" she said "If you do as I say for the next few
minutes...  say, until I leave.  I'll keep the picture to myself, and I'll
tell you why...  properly why."
   David had no option.  The threat of the picture alone was enough to
force him to comply, but if she explained; if he could just understand; he
might be able to figure a way out; a way to return to some kind of
normality.  He didn't say anything, but Helen could see something switch
off in his eyes.
   "So just lie down on your back, let go of the duvet, and stretch you
arms out over your head" she said.
   David slowly inched himself away from the wall, and lay himself flat. 
Raising his arms was more difficult.  The further his hands moved from the
duvet, the more vulnerable and afraid he felt.  "You said you'd say why" he
said quietly, to distract them both from his vulnerability.
   Helen began pulling the duvet down from his chest.
   "Well, when you ratted me out for smoking, and I wasn't by the way you
bastard - I just had one fucking drag, I got suspended for a week.  And the
headmaster summoned my parents to the school." She continued lowering the
duvet over David's tummy.
   "What you probably don't know is my granddad, on my dad's side, died of
lung cancer from smoking, and dad's always been rabidly anti-smoking." She
uncovered David's groin and he shook and cried at the shame of it.
   "When they got home he dragged me into the sitting room, made me strip
naked and he beat me with a stick until I bawled my eyes out and begged for
mercy." She threw the remainder of the duvet from the end of the bed,
leaving David stark naked from trembling outstretched fingertips to curled
trembling toes.  She looked own at his body and smiled.
   "In front of my mother, my sister, my brother, and our neighbour Mrs
Underwood who had been baby sitting." She brought a hand down gently to his
tummy and stroked him there.  His stomach muscles and the skin covering
them quivered; he felt his penis twitch slightly.
   "It was the most painful and most humiliating experience of my life
David, and I wanted you to know what it felt like." Her hand stroked down
to that sparse scattering of hair that pretended to adolescence; she ran
her finger back and forth across it.  His penis rose just a little.
   "So that's what I've been doing.  Only to finish the job properly I need
you to come to my house when there's going to be no-one there so I can give
you a beating like my dad gave me" her fingers stroked down, carefully
avoiding his partly tumescent organ, to stroke very closely to it down the
sides.  It erected itself halfway.
   David moaned and tensed his body.
   "So until then David, I just have to keep on with the humiliation part.
I'd like to get it over and done with as soon as possible, but if you want
to drag it out..." she said with a tinge of sadness.  Her hand slid up his
scrotum and she wrapped her fingers around his almost rigid penis.
   "But I have to say, David, the more I do this, the more I like it, and
I'm just hoping that by the time you eventually do agree to do as you're
told and come to my house it hasn't become an addiction." She stroked him
up and down ever so slowly, and he closed his eyes, arched his back and
panted slightly.
   Helen reached her other hand into her bag.  "So what do you think?" she
asked finally.
   David didn't know what to think.  At least now he knew.  At least now
that there was a reason he could make some sense out of it.  The random,
arbitrary nature of it that had somehow amplified the fear was slipping
away.
   "And if I come you'll stop?" he asked.  Her hand abandoned his stiff and
hungry member, leaving it standing of its own volition.
   "It's not going to stop until you do" she replied.
   There was a flash, and David suddenly snapped his eyes open.  She had a
camera, a proper one, not a mobile phone one.  He sat up quickly, his hands
flew to cover himself.
   She put the camera back into her bag calmly.  "So it's up to you" she
said "The ball as they say, is in your court, but remember the rules still
apply: no pockets, no pants, and you do whatever I tell you until I'm done
with you.  If you want that to go on for weeks that's fine.  I'm sure the
girls are going to love it, or you can get it over and done with quickly."
David stared at her not knowing what to say "You should be doing as I
said now shouldn't you?  The picture's still there waiting to be
distributed."
   David's face creased and turned a darker shade of red.  He lay back
again, raised his arms, his willy drooping at half mast.  Helen smiled at
it, and she returned to stroking it gently.
   "You really should have had a shower when you got home.  Boys are so
disgusting!" she said pulling a face of disapproval.
   As David's face burned with shame he began to feel odd again, that
strange uncoiling oddness that infected him deep down.
   "So I'll leave you to think it over, but just remember: don't think too
long, it's the school trip next week, and you still have to be punished for
not waiting for me at the gates when I asked you to." She released him
again and wiped her hand on his bed sheet before getting up.
   "Homework's in your bag" she said "Has to be in next week.  See you
tomorrow." Helen walked out serenely, leaving his bedroom door wide open.
   David just stared at the ceiling examining the strange feeling that was
beginning to subside in him.  He brought his own hand down to his penis and
stroked it experimentally.  He was half conscious of a distant conversation
between Helen and his mother, and he wondered at the slow growth of this
strangeness as he stroked himself.
   He heard the front door close, and then footsteps on the stairs.  He
glanced up briefly, and saw his doo open.  Panic struck him like a
sledgehammer.  He jack-knifed down the bed, grabbed the edge of his duvet
and hauled it up over his erect and naked body as quickly as he could.  He
took a deep sobbing breath as he heard the footsteps reach the top of the
stairs.  The sudden memory of the photograph caused him to dive full length
from his bed like a goalkeeper; he snatched the picture and launched
himself back under his duvet, stuffing the photo down the side of the bed.
He grabbed his book, upside down.
   'Of all places' he thought in abject misery 'I should at least be safe
here!'
   "Helen seems very nice" said Angela and she entered the room, with a
slight knowing smile.
   "Uh, I don't know" said David weakly "I don't like her much."
   Angela shook her head and laughed "You boys, you're always so coy about
that sort of thing."
   She sat on his bed and put a hand to his brow again "Maybe you have got
a bit of a temperature" she said "You're a bit sweaty." 
  
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