From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Fairies 4  of 8   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   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 possibly could.  The curve in front   
   almost covered her face, but she couldn't hold the loosely pleated   
   skirt taut enough to hide her shame that way.  Her dress didn't hang   
   low enough to cover her titties anymore.  She knew they could see her   
   belly button and all of her panties from every direction.  She saw   
   Jeremy begin taking pictures of her.  She bit her lip to try to keep   
   from crying, but it didn't work.  Clicking cameras mocked her from   
   three sides.  Every so often, one of the boys would return to the box,   
   drop in a used packet of film and pull out a fresh one.  Karen had no   
   idea how much film they had, but they didn't seem to be worried about   
   running out.   
      
         "Take it off!" Jeremy demanded.   
      
         "No!  Let me go home!" Karen begged.   
      
         "You'll do everything we tell you to do, and you know it, dolly,   
   so get that dress off now!  Or we'll show your Daddy the first picture   
   and all the ones we just took, too!"   
      
         Sniffling and weakly crying, Karen began slowly tugging her dress   
   further along her upraised arms, grateful when it finally covered her   
   face.  She took the opportunity to wipe her eyes on the dress, pausing   
   until two boys at once scolded her to hurry up about it.  She slid the   
   dress past her face, past her elbows, and off.  The clicking sounds of   
   the cameras never paused the whole time.  She knew the boys now had   
   pictures of her taking her dress off outside, and her father would   
   whip her something fierce if he ever saw them.   
      
         "Toss it over here," Jeremy instructed.  He had moved in closer.   
   He snatched up the dress when the tearful little girl threw it toward   
   him.  He wadded it up into a ball, and dropped it into the same box he   
   had pulled the cameras and ropes from earlier.   
      
         Karen knew she would probably get spanked for getting her dress   
   all wrinkled up, even though Jeremy had done it.  She watched it slip   
   over the side of the box and disappear.  Now she had on only her light   
   pink panties, and nothing else, right there in front of four boys.   
   Even her feet were bare, unless she counted the painfully tight ropes   
   on her ankles.  They had taken off her shoes and socks earlier.  And   
   she couldn't stop them from taking even more pictures of her like   
   that.  She stopped trying to hold back her tears, and cried out loud,   
   her blond pig-tail braids shaking.  When the boys laughed at her and   
   teased her, she cried harder, making even her bare shoulders tremble.   
   Karen had never been so miserable before, except during and after the   
   times her father had spanked her.   
      
         Jeremy reached into the box, fumbled around on the bottom, and   
   extracted a 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   
      
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