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Subject: {ASSM} Fairies 04: Karen Learns Real Fear {Georgie Porgie} (b+/g pedo nc bond humil tort)
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         Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
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of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons. 

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                                Fairies

Caution! Just because you liked the first chapter does not mean you will
like the following chapters, and vice versa.  Take note of the story
codes, and avoid reading chapters that take these girls places you don't
want to follow.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope will
never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.

                    Chapter 4: Karen Learns Real Fear

What really happened to Karen while Tina watched, as if you didn't
already figure it out.  Karen is having a very bad day.

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                                Fairies

                            by GeorgiePorgie
                            26 February 2003


                    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 possiby 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
start obeying us, it'll be every boy on the street, every boy we can
find, who knows, and has this picture of you to give to your daddy if
you don't obey him.  Do you want that?"

     "No," Karen moaned, hanging her head.

     "Cut your panties off," Jeremy repeated.

     Bob roughly pulled her arm up and slapped the clippers into her
open palm.  He curled her fingers, squeezing harder than necessary,
until she held the clippers herself.

     Karen's braids shook again and again as she looked down at her
beautiful pink panties with the deep pink satin ribbons on the sides.
She would be whipped awfully if her father found out she even cut her
panties off, let alone that she did it in front of four boys, and even
worse that they would take pictures of her doing it.  But she didn't
want every boy they could find to have the picture of her, and be able
to make her do the same thing anyway.  Four boys with that power over
her was bad enough.

     Sobbing, Karen opened the clippers, slipped the blade under her
waistband on the right side, and pushed it down her hip, bunching up
her panties between the blade and the groove.  She squeezed, and the
bright sharp edge cut cleanly through the soft pink material, leaving
only a few threads to hold the side together.

     Now she'd done it, ruined her panties, enough to get a whipping
of at least thirty swats.  Part of the satin ribbon floated free,
disappearing from sight in the grass below.  She reached around her
waist and slid the clippers around the other side of her panties.  She
paused, her upper teeth biting her trembling lower lip as she cried.
At last she closed her eyes and squeezed again, slicing through the
thin cotton completely.  The few threads on the right side tore loose
under the slight weight, and Karen's pretty pink panties fell away,
landing on the grass between her knees.  A couple of teardrops fell
from her chin, spotting her ruined panties to commemorate the event.

     She let the clippers drop, and modestly covered her newly bare
bottom and her vulnerable little pussy slit with her hands, hanging
her head in shame and sobbing.

     The boys hooted and jeered, taking a cascade of pictures of their
naked helpless plaything from all sides.

     "Raise your arms high!" Ken ordered, "Straight up!"

     Karen didn't resist the order, only hesitating a moment before
she removed the last protection her bare body had.  She raised her
arms straight, as required, holding them in front of her to cover as
much of her face as possible.  Jeremy didn't seem to mind, though, and
continued taking more pictures.  Ken and Steve took pictures from some
angles in front of her, and some behind her.

     "Hands on your head now," Jeremy told her. "Elbows out wide," he
added, thus ensuring that she couldn't hide her blush of shame, or her
streaming eyes, or her wailing lips.

     "Uhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh, uhuhhhhh," she sobbed, obeying the demand.

     "Elbows back!" Steve insisted.  He wanted his pictures to show
her tiny pink titties better.  When she bent her elbows back, her
chest stretched, and both Steve and Ken eagerly snapped more shots.

     Bob reached down between her knees from behind, hooked Karen's
panties on a finger, and tossed the soft treasure from hand to hand
as he circled around her.  Then he presented his trophy, holding his
arms high, and turned to give the other boys a good view.  Finally,
right in front of her face, he shredded her panties into four pieces.
He tossed one piece to each of the other three boys, tucking his own
into his pocket.  "In case we ever need to tell your daddy what you
did for us, we'll have proof!" he gloated.

     Karen wailed in despair.  She kept her hands fixed on her head,
but shivered, her whole body shaking as she sobbed.

     "Get out the mallets and stakes," Jeremy called.  "You, keep your
hands on your head," he told Karen.  The boys gathered around the box
and pulled out two mallets, then picked up two stakes from the ground
behind it.  Two boys moved to each side of her.  While one boy waited
with a mallet, another boy placed a stake through a hole in the cinder
blocks that formed part of the restraints on her ankles.

     "Make sure they slope outward a little," Bob reminded, pulling
his stake away from Karen at the top.  The mallets made quick work.
The boys stopped pounding when the top of the stakes were level with
Karen's pigtails.

     "Get your arms out here, hold the poles," Bob ordered her.

     Karen obeyed.  It was no worse than having her arms on her head.

     At least, not until Bob returned from the box carrying two shiny
new sets of handcuffs.  "One around her wrist, chain around the pole,
then the other on her wrist beside the first," he explained, handing
one pair to Steve and the other to Ken.  "And make sure they're good
and TIGHT!"

     "AWWWwww! UhhAwwww!!" Karen screamed as first Ken, then Steve,
squeezed the metal ring closed around her wrist, then squeezed it even
tighter.  "Oowww, uhowww, uhhowww!" she cried, "it hurts, it hurrrts!"
she whimpered, "uhhhowww, oww, it hurrrrrrrts!"  She struggled, but
the boys held her arms beside the poles until they had the other rings
of the handcuffs around her wrists.  "AAaaaaawwww!!  OHHHhhAAaawwwww!"
she shrieked as they tightened them.  They rechecked the first rings,
making Karen moan in agony as they tightened them up one more notch.
When they released her arms, the tormented little girl struggled in
desperation, jerking and twisting, flailing her head side to side and
pulling on the poles in vain.  They were too strong and too firmly
hammered into the ground for her to move them, and she couldn't slide
the chains over the tops unless she could stand, which she obviously
could not.  "Aahwww, it hurrrrrrrrrts!!" she wailed.

     "If you think that hurrrrrrrrrts," Jeremy mocked her, "just wait!
I don't think you're going to like what we do next!"

     "But we will!" Ken crowed.  "We're going to love it!"

     "And my guess is you're really going to hate it!" Bob predicted.

     "I can't wait to find out what you guys have in mind," Steve
chimed in.  "If it's better than this, it's gotta be something great!"

     "You'll see!" Bob promised.

     The four boys laughed with delight, slapping each other on the
back in camaraderie, until Jeremy reminded them, "Hey!  Pictures!"
They quickly backed away from her and began snapping a steady stream
of pictures of their helpless sobbing naked little girl-toy from every
angle.

     Just then, something beyond the fence made a crash-crash-crash
sound, followed by a prolonged thin squeal.  The boys turned in the
direction of the sound, but saw nothing to explain the noise.

     "We better go check that out," Jeremy said.  Turning to Karen,
he took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.  Grinning
at her terrified expression, her whimpering, her misery, he leaned
down to her ear and whispered, "We'll be back just as soon as we can! 
Don't go away!"  He followed his friends around the house and out the
wooden gate.

     All Karen could think of was the promise that whatever they were
going to do to her next, she would really hate it, even worse than she
hated what they'd already done.  How could that be? she wondered.

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
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