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 The Coven Part 8 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 stared at his stripy green boxer shorts and he began sweating. 
This was not the best way he could imagine to start the week.  He hadn't
returned to school after Helen's visit, and he had not even left the house.
The symptoms he'd given the doctor the next morning were rather vague and
half hearted and the doctor had failed to make any kind of diagnosis.  The
doctor suspected it was probably a case of scivyitus and so he had just
told Angela to let him rest for a day and see how he was tomorrow.  He'd
said that if David was still unwell in a week's time to bring him back and
he'd investigate further.
   Each morning since, David had managed to convince his mother he was
really too unwell to go to school, and she'd given him the benefit of the
doubt.  She hadn't failed to notice how he perked up as soon as the morning
wore on, and how he happily watched TV, played computer games, and ate
enthusiastically until he relapsed just before bed-time.  After the weekend
she'd decided he was fit for school, and despite his pleadings to the
contrary she had laid out his school uniform Sunday night, and this morning
had woken him in an uncompromising mood.
   David didn't want to go to school.  David didn't want to leave the
house. He was terrified of what was going to happen to him if he did either
of those things, and now he genuinely did feel sick.  He had shocked his
mother by volunteering to help with the laundry, and he'd managed to sneak
his filthy trousers into the washing machine without her seeing the state
they were in.  He stared at them now, clean, ironed and ready to tease him.
   He hadn't seen Helen again.  She had made no further visits, and he
didn't know if she might already have shown her pictures around school. 
What he was certain of though was that she was going to be really cross
with him for skipping three days off school, and for not going to her house
as she'd wanted him to.
   He wondered what the side effects of gluing his underpants on would
have. He did seriously consider doing it; he had some superglue in his
drawer, but he realised that if he couldn't get to his own penis he'd end
up wetting himself at some point, and if he could get at it...
   He procrastinated, pulling his socks and shirt on first.
   "Are you getting up?" his mother called impatiently from the landing.
   "Don't come in!" he shouted, covering himself up just in case "I'm
getting dressed."
   "You'll be late" she warned.
   David stared at his stripy green boxer shorts.  He screwed his face up
in anguish, not knowing what to do.
   "Two minutes and I'm coming in" shouted Angela.
   "I'm coming I'm coming!" he yelled frustratedly.  'I'm trying to think!'
he thought.
   He grabbed the boxer shorts and shoved them in a drawer, and pulled his
trousers on.  The feeling of being without pants again brought back painful
memories and he tried not to cry as he tied his shoelaces.  'Maybe they
won't pick on me' he thought with no conviction whatsoever.
   What David was unaware of was that Helen and her gang had grown
frustrated and bored waiting for David to turn up at school, and in
addition to spending their time discussing all manner of unpleasant
punishments for him, they had also decided to expand their operations. 
Inspired by their success with David, and the surprising ease with which
they had got away with it so far, they had carefully selected two other
victims, and had begun new campaigns of terror.
   David couldn't have been more nervous if he'd been patrolling the DMZ in
'Nam.  He passed through the school gates surrounded by children subdued by
their temporal location.  His eyes darted to and fro wildly just hoping to
be able to get through to registration without incident.
   "Hi David" he heard Rachel say.  He looked to his side in a panic, and
although it would be an exaggeration to say he was relieved, his panic did
subside a little when he saw only Rachel.  He scanned the schools of
children swimming around her at the gates, and then he scanned the horizon.
   "Helen wants you" said Rachel.  David looked down at her.  She was
shorter than him by a good six inches and a year younger.  Her freckled
face was wrinkled in an excited little smile.
   "No" said David "I won't."
   Rachel pulled a photograph from her pocket and held it up in David's
face.
   "She's really cross you skipped school last week" she said cheerfully
"If you don't come she's going to be even more cross."
   David stared at the picture of him lying on his own bed, stark naked,
with his erection poking up in the air.  His face went bright red, and he
snatched it from Rachel quickly; screwed it up and shoved it in his blazer
pocket.
   "We've got loads more" said Rachel quite unconcerned by his rudeness
"Every girl in your class is going to get one if you don't come now.  But
it's up to you." Rachel walked off towards the back of the school, leaving
David stood frozen in terror.
   David approached the girls' toilets next to the gym cautiously.  There
was no-one in sight, but he had just caught a glimpse of Rachel heading
into the toilets as he had come round the corner.  He stopped and took a
deep breath.  He'd only ever been in those toilets once and they'd
virtually stripped him.  He didn't want to go through that experience
again. He looked behind him; round the other corner.  There was no-one else
nearby.  He considered the prospect of Helen distributing that photograph;
of all the girls in the class seeing it; getting a copy.  All those girls
he had to sit in class with every day, who'd look at him and giggle knowing
what his willy looked like; knowing what his erect willy looked like!  And
if they had their own copies, who else might they show it to?
   He sighed miserably, knowing what he had to do but lacking the courage
to do it.  Maybe she was bluffing.  He didn't believe that for a second. 
His first step was ponderous, like a freshly reanimated corpse; and like
the birth of Frankenstein's monster he added more in his inexorable march
to his doom.
   The girls were waiting, but far from patiently.  He could hear them
whispering, giggling in anticipation.  As he stuck his wretched head
through the door Helen snapped at him "Get in here right now!"
   He faltered; he was exactly halfway between throwing himself at her
feet, begging for forgiveness and fleeing for his life.  Sarah grabbed his
nose and dragged him in by it.  She then stood sentry on the door.
   David swallowed hard.
   "I am very disappointed and very angry at you David.  I've been waiting
for days and you've just been skiving.  I don't think you're taking me very
seriously.  I think you need a lesson to teach you just how serious I am"
she said, her voice full of repressed rage.
   "No, I've been ill, I've been to the doctor and everything.  Really" he
said.
   "You've been hiding like a little girly coward" said Helen.
   "No, honestly, I've been ill, really ill, honestly I promise" he said
with real conviction despite his lie.
   "So you'll do as you're told then?" she asked.
   "Yes, I'll come to your house today, after school.  I promise.  Then we
can get it over and done with" he said, feeling a sudden rush of relief at
finally having made the decision.
   "Good.  At last you're learning to be a good boy.  But now I want you
take off all of your clothes" said Helen looking him directly in the eye.
   His face reddened furiously, and he grew scared again; the relief
dissipating fast.
   "I said I'll come" he said in a small squeaky voice.
   "I know, but you have to be punished, and you have to do as you're told.
I keep telling you this David.  You have to do whatever I say.  You already
have five punishments waiting for you, I can add more if you like."
   "Five?  Why?" he whined pathetically his eyes watering.
   "You've been very naughty David.  You didn't wait for me at the school
gates like I said, that's one, you've missed three days of school, that's
another three, and I'm in a bad mood so that makes five" said Helen growing
angrier "So either you can take off your clothes now, all of them, and God
help you if you're wearing any pants, or we'll strip you naked and leave
you here with no clothes.  We'll dump them somewhere a long way away."
   David stared at her believing every word she said, but still he couldn't
bring himself to...
   "Alright then if that's the way you want it" she said taking a step
towards him.
   "No!" he shouted dropping his bag and shucking his blazer off.
   "Quickly!" said Helen.
   David was as quick as he could be.  He was terrified, he was shaking,
and he was crying.  But eventually he undid his trousers and slid them off.
He stood with his hands in front of him in utter humiliation.
   "Hands on your head" yelled Helen.  David placed his hands on his head
and he felt eight pairs of eyes stroke his penis to hardness.  He squeezed
his eyes shut, and was in no doubt what the girls were doing when bright
lights flashed for a few seconds.
   He felt hands, in his groin, around his groin, on his penis.  It
couldn't have got any harder anyway.  Then he felt something cold and hard.
He didn't dare look, and held his breath waiting for some terrible pain.
   "Seven and a half centimetres" said Sarah.  Helen made a note in a small
pink notebook, adding his size to the other two she had already recorded.
   The cold hard thing was withdrawn, but David kept his eyes closed.
   "Open your eyes and look at me" said Helen.  David opened his eyes and
looked sorrowfully into hers.
   "You will take your clothes off for me any time I ask you to.  And you
will do whatever else I ask you to.  If you're a good boy you needn't spend
all day being scared.  The horrible little incidents will stop" said Helen.
   "Alright" said David.
   "Alright what?" asked Helen.
   "Alright I'll do what you say" said David.
   "But you still have four punishments to come.  They might happen at any
time" she added with sadistic glee.  David didn't respond.  He stood
motionless, tears still rolling quietly down his cheeks.  Helen reached out
hand and tickled her fingers under his tight scrotum.  He blinked and
flinched slightly, but it felt so good.  His erection, that had begun to
falter, was reinvigorated.
   "The first thing I want you to do David, is walk back out of the door
you came in by.  Just as you are, all naked and erect, and with your hands
by your sides" said Helen.
   "But...  what about..." he began, his face crawling with rising panic.
   "You'll just have to learn to trust me" she said.  
  
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