From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Fairies 8  of 8   
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Chapter 8: Karen's Nightmare   
      
         Crying, Karen stood in the midst of a crowd of boys, her arms high   
   over her head, her wrists pinched by tightly wrapped chains kinked into   
   an unyielding knot.  The lusty jeers of the crowd filled her with fear   
   as she stood trembling, helpless.  Despairingly, she looked up at her   
   wrists, trying to see some way of escape, but she could only see the   
   flagpole on the playground at her school, and the chain running up the   
   pole to the flag flapping in the brisk breeze.  Two boys on either side   
   of her lifted her dress, higher and higher, and there was nothing she   
   could do to stop them.  The dress soon covered her face, and she knew   
   with certainty that it covered absolutely nothing else, and the whole   
   crowd of boys could see her pink panties with the silver ribbons on the   
   sides, and her belly button, and even her bare titties.  She whined and   
   pleaded, but mostly cried.  She felt a tug on the ribbons.  She squirmed   
   and struggled desperately as she felt her panties begin to slide down.   
   The cheers and laughter of the boys redoubled, kindling a deeper crimson   
   blush of shame, wasted since nobody saw.  She heard the chain against   
   the metal flagpole, keeping time with the jeers and cruel taunts, as her   
   panties descended to her thighs, to her knees, and finally dropped to   
   her ankles.  She knew the whole crowd of boys could see her naked pussy,   
   but again, there was nothing she could do about it.  Hands began pushing   
   her socks down.  Clank, clank, clank went the chain against the pole...   
      
         Karen woke from the nightmare and opened her eyes.  She still heard   
   the clanking sound, only it wasn't a chain on a flagpole.  In confusion   
   she pushed the blanket off her face and looked around her dark bedroom,   
   trying to figure out where the sound came from.  In a sleepy fog, she   
   pushed aside the covers and sat up, slipping soft white bunny-rabbit   
   slippers onto bare feet.  She stood and smoothed down her silk nightie,   
   feeling the familiar outline of a teddy bear hugging a large red heart.   
   She fumbled for the lamp switch.   
      
         Before she could turn on the lamp, a brief flash of light caught   
   her attention.  She turned to her bedroom window, the one that faced   
   away from the street.  She could still hear the clanking noise, only it   
   was now more of an insistent tapping, and it was coming from the same   
   window where she had seen the flash.  Still feeling frightened by her   
   nightmare, she hesitated before going to the window.   
      
         Low voices murmured from outside, and the tapping sound stopped,   
   then a flashlight lit up, revealing shadowy faces.  Karen cringed when   
   she recognized three of the neighbor boys grinning in at her.  And she   
   cringed even more when Jeremy pointed up at the window latch, and said   
   threateningly, "Open the window.  OR ELSE."  Bob and Ken held up photos.   
   Karen knew what they were, and what the threat meant, without needing to   
   see them closer.   
      
         "No, no, ohhhhh go awaaay!" the girl pleaded, gesturing as if her   
   timid protests could banish evil spirits, instead of attracting them.   
      
         "OR...  ELSE..." came a growl that chilled her.  The photos waved   
   more earnestly.   
      
         Karen bit her lip, trembling, on the verge of tears.  She didn't   
   want to do what the boys wanted.  She knew what they wanted would be   
   very nasty and very mean.  But she saw she had no choice.  Weakly, the   
   girl moved the lace curtains aside, reached out and opened the latch   
   that kept the window locked.  A half-second later, the boys had slid it   
   open.   
      
         "Get over here," Jeremy ordered.   
      
         Karen stepped closer to the window.  She shivered from the touch of   
   cold night air.  She thought of getting her thick warm robe from where   
   it hung on the corner of her four-poster bed, but Jeremy's glare changed   
   her mind.   
      
         "Reach out."   
      
         She reached out a hand, just a little bit, fearful but trying to   
   obey.   
      
         "Both hands out here, all the way.  Now!"   
      
         Karen knelt down on the floor and reached both hands out the window   
   as demanded, bracing her stomach against the window sill for balance.   
   It didn't surprise her that Ken produced a spool of thin nylon cord and   
   began wrapping it around her wrists.  Seven times around, as tightly as   
   he could wrap it, he wound the cord, then three times down between her   
   arms and back up between her hands, wrapping around the first seven and   
   pulling them tighter.  As he jerked the cord tight, she whimpered, a   
   sound almost like a cry, but just a single note of pain instead of a   
   melody of misery.  Three boys' lips curled up in smirks.   
      
         "Lean out further.  Open your mouth.  Wide!"   
      
         Her braids hung down by her head as Karen submitted to the demand,   
   leaning further out the window.  She felt hands moving behind her head.   
   A thick leather strap slid across her open mouth.  Several painful jerks   
   later, the belt forced her teeth apart and lodged behind them, holding   
   her mouth wider than she could have opened it herself.  She whimpered   
   again and again as it tightened even further, hurting her.  And it also   
   terrified her when she realized what it meant.  The boys expected her to   
   scream.  They KNEW they were going to do something that would have made   
   her scream, if not for the gag.  And with the gag, nobody else would be   
   able to hear, even in the silence of night.  At that realization, the   
   poor girl's separate little whimpers blended into an unceasing cry.  Her   
   crying continued as she tried to pull back inside.   
      
         And that cry certainly didn't stop when the boys pulled her out the   
   open window by brute force, and dropped her on the grass, wet with dew.   
   With no help from the boys, and unable to use her hands, Karen struggled   
   to her feet, and finally stood, outside her bedroom window, at night, in   
   a cold wet silk nightie and little else.   
      
         "Look at that, Karen, you left the window open!" a boy taunted her.   
      
         "When you snuck out in the middle of the night," another added.   
      
         "You better get back home before your daddy finds out, or you'll   
   get in big trouble!" the last boy teased.   
      
         "And to get back in time, you'll have to hurry hurry hurry, when we   
   tell you to do something," the first boy concluded.  "Right, Karen?"   
      
         Dejectedly, Karen only nodded.  They forced her to walk with them   
   toward the street, and she hurried to obey, her soft white bunny-rabbit   
   slippers getting soaked and muddy.  Out at the street, they forced her   
   to stand with her back to the metal streetlight pole and raise her arms.   
   The boys lifted her, hooking the tight cords on her wrists over a peg.   
   It was then that she saw other lights moving on the street, small lights   
   aimed downward, being carried by several people in several groups, all   
      
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