Danny and the Girl Next Door 7

By David

Copyright 2012 by David, all rights reserved

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Danny and the Girl Next Door, Part 7

by David

 

 

After a horrible morning of being teased and humiliated by everyone from his stepmother to the girl next door, Daniel Gilbert stood on his tiptoes, trapped in his neighbor's closet, naked, helpless and alone.  At first the confused twelve year old started to panic.  He wasn’t particularly scared of the dark, but he didn’t much care for being locked in a closet, either.  And he certainly didn’t like his underwear being pulled down or being hung by his wrists from a hook on the wall like some discarded and forgotten possession. 
 
“Hey!  You’re not going to really leave me here like this, are you?  Hey!  HEY!!!  Hannah!  Edith!  Samantha!  HEY!!!” 
 
Daniel listened for a moment, then took a deep breath. 
 
“Mrs. Wilson!  Hey, Mrs. Wilson!”  Still, there was nothing.
 
“Helloooooo .... anybody?”
 
The frustrated lad strained to listen very carefully for several seconds.  He then bit his lip.  Surely they weren’t serious … they weren’t REALLY going to the movies … and leave him like this ….
 
Or were they?
 
“Mrs. Wilson?  Hannah?”  Daniel strained against the handcuffs, sighed, then strained again.
 
“Delores? Hello?  Margerite?  Is anybody out there?”
 
He sucked in a deep breath, then shouted as loud as he could, “HEEEEELLLLP … MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
 
The tearful lad took another deep breath, sighed, and tried to calm himself down.  Okay, so maybe they really did go to the movies, he thought to himself.  And maybe Mrs. Wilson did go visit his stepmother.  And maybe they all went shopping.  Or maybe they didn’t.  What the heck.  It wasn’t that bad, right?  They would be back, or someone would.  Of that he was sure.  They had to.  He couldn’t believe they would leave him like this for very long. 
 
"At least those stupid, ugly girls are gone!" he spat.  "I don't want to ever see them again!"
 
As if things weren’t bad enough, his underwear was driving him crazy.  Hannah had pulled it down just far enough to expose his penis and balls in the front and his bare butt in the back.  With his arms stretched up in the air he couldn’t do anything to cover himself; that left him to squirm and wriggle in the dark in a futile attempt to fix the problem.  He felt foolish as he twisted and turned and writhed, but it was no good.  No matter what he did he just couldn’t get his tiptoes off the floor high enough to get those stupid handcuffs over that darned coat hook!  He was stuck, and stuck he would stay until someone let him go. 
 
With nothing else to do the unlucky youngster passed the time reliving his weekend thus far and assessing his situation.  The last thing he had seen was little Edith McAdams smirking at him through her thick round glasses.  Then the door shut and he was left hanging by his wrists and standing on his tiptoes in total darkness.  He couldn't see anything, a light under the door, the coats and jackets around him, nothing.  When he looked up he couldn't even see his hands, nor the antique handcuffs that held him prisoner.  He was blind ... and naked ... and without a clue as to what might happen next.
 
It could have been worse, he supposed, though he couldn’t quite imagine how.  He'd just spent most of the morning being teased and mocked by Edith and Hannah Wilson and their weirdo friend Samantha Jones.  That in itself was an unnerving and humiliating experience and he was glad to finally be left alone.  They had to be the three meanest girls he’d ever met in his life.  They were almost as bad as his stepmother and his Aunt Margerite.  And that was pretty bad, indeed!
 
Time passed slowly and with great tedium.  And still, no one came.  The good news that while his arms and legs were getting tired, he really wasn’t in any pain.  He tried not to think about it, just in case he was trapped for an extended period of time. 
 
Instead, Daniel thought about his buddies from school and what they were all doing at that point.  He was supposed to go to the movies that very afternoon – the same one those stupid girls were at that very moment, in fact – but that obviously wasn’t going to happen.  He wondered if Jennifer McCarthy was going to be there.  He frowned as he realized that if she was, she probably wouldn’t miss him much; she was so popular she’d have no problem finding somebody else to sit with. 
 
“How did I ever get in this mess to begin with?” he muttered aloud.  "It's not fair!
 
"Help MEEEEEE!!!" he shouted into the darkness of the tiny closet.
 
A few more minutes passed.  Daniel let out another sigh.  Oh, well.  The closet wasn’t too awful, he decided.  It smelled like old clothes, moth balls and something feminine.  Oh, yeah, fabric softener and probably Mrs. Wilson's perfume.  Oddly enough, the fragrant aroma was somewhat comforting.  He also thought about how cold it had been outside in his bare skin.  The rain would be even worse.  At least in here he was warm.  And alone.  He liked being alone, for now, at least.
 
He squirmed about for a moment.  He had no idea how much time had passed, but he’d been in there quite a while.  His arms were starting to feel the strain and his legs were getting tired from being on tiptoe for so long.  If it wasn’t for that, plus the musty, smells and the itchy touch of wools coats and sweaters against his naked skin, his predicament might have been almost pleasant. 
 
He tried to not think about how miserable he was.  Ever since he’d gotten up early that morning he’d been chastised, teased, berated and antagonized beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.  His bottom still tingled from being poked and washed and inspected; his nipples were still sore from Samantha’s pinching and he ached in his balls from where Hannah had snapped them with the elastic from his underwear.  The sensation of his whitey tighties wrapped awkwardly about his thighs was as alarming as it was odd.  He would have given anything if he could pull them up and cover his pubic area and his bare bottom. 
 
“Why did Hannah have to pull them down?” he complained aloud in the dark.  He wiggled his bottom around, but that didn't do any good.  If anything his underpants slid down even further.  He pressed his knees tightly together to keep from losing them entirely.
 
“Stupid mean bitch!  I won't forget this, you fat pig!”
 
Another little while passed, slow and slower still.  The helpless child shifted his weight from one foot to the next, pushing up on his toes and clasping his hands together in order to relieve the pressure on his wrists.  That helped quite a bit as it turned out.
 
He still couldn’t believe he was trapped in a pair of old military-style handcuffs, his arms stretched up over his head like one of those women in his father’s racy adventure magazines.  He shook his head as he thought about how those stupid books had gotten him in this fix to begin with.
 
“Well, at least my stepmom isn’t here,” he said quietly.  “She’d just love to see me like this.  She’d say this was my own fault … that it was what I got for looking at those dumb old magazines.”
 
Indeed, the longer he hung there the more he thought about his situation and the similarities to his father’s dirty books.  He couldn’t help but replay all the times he’d jerked off looking at the images of women stripped naked and bound into slavery by their ugly and oftentimes brutal captors.  And now he was rendered naked and trapped in what amounted to prison cell by a bunch of bullying, dorky girls.  The idea both repulsed and excited him, which just made things all that much more confusing!
 
“Wow,” he whispered weakly.  “This really is just like in my dad’s old books.”
 
The helpless lad’s thoughts drifted to the various images in his father’s adventure magazines and he smiled.  He remembered all the hours he send looking through them and fantasizing, putting himself in the scenes with the different women and girls.  Sometimes he imagined himself the one in charge, holding one of the helpless beauties hostage and being able to do whatever he liked to their voluptuous bodies. 
 
And sometimes – though he was never admit it – he pictured himself as the captive, trapped and naked under the watchful gaze of a bevy of wide-eyed, voluptuous beauties.  To him there was nothing more exciting than the idea of being on display in front of some leering, mischievous women, their smiles and their eyes roaming over his body, teasing him and looking at him and admiring his naked prepubescent body.
 
This was Daniel’s dirty little secret, something that no one knew and he would never tell;  it was so embarrassing and so shameful, that he was afraid someone might actually read his thoughts and find him out.  And now, in the darkness of his neighbor’s closet, he was in the middle of a fantasy come true.  And like most fantasies, the reality of it was not quite what he expected. 
 
“Delores knows,” he whispered with more than a little regret.  “I’m so stupid … she caught me somehow and she figured it out.  She knows what I’ve been doing and now she’s trying to teach me a lesson.”
 
Indeed, Daniel was faced with the fact that his stepmother discovered his dirty little secret and she was making his private fantasies come true.  She’d formed a conspiracy with his aunt and their neighbors and now he was spending the weekend naked and trapped like one of the pinup girls in his father’s dirty books. 
 
It was all his fault – he reasoned in his twelve year old mind – and now he was getting what he deserved.  Whether he liked it or not.
 
That’s when he realized he had a whole new problem:  his penis was sticking straight out in a full, throbbing erection.  He winced as he felt the tender tip rub against an itchy wool coat.  The sensation was both electrifying and alarming. 
 
“Not now,” he mumbled softly.  “Not like this … not now ….”
 
The longer Daniel hung there the more he thought about how all this came to pass.  He felt his face get hot with excitement as he thought about being naked in front of Delores and Mrs. Wilson and … his Aunt Margerite. 
 
Especially his Aunt Margerite. 
 
The truth was that he kind of liked being helpless in front of all three of these beautiful, attentive women.  Though he would never say it out loud, he could think of nothing more exciting than being the object of these their flirtatious gaze and teasing remarks.  He wasn’t proud of himself for being cast in the role of the naked little slave boy who did all the chores and was the butt of their private little jokes.  On the other hand, he found an undeniable pleasure just thinking about being under their control, being touched and looked at for hours on end.  Despite the shame he felt, the experience was almost heavenly.  Well … almost.
 
That was the fantasy.  The reality, of course, was that Hannah Wilson and her stupid friends messed everything up.  It was a cruel joke that ruined his dream.  Never in a million years did he picture himself being stripped and held prisoner by a bunch of ugly stupid girls, especially girls he knew from school.  The only girl from school he thought about being naked with was his crush, Jennifer McCathy; she was the perfect girl, blond and pretty and shapely for her age.  What seventh grade boy wouldn't want to be naked with a girl like her? 
 
One thing was for certain, however – “Hannah the Hippo” and her goofy girlfriends were nothing like the girls of his dreams!
 
Girls ... stupid, ugly girls ....
 
That's when it struck him.  Hannah and Edith and even that yucky Samantha … they were all girls, right?  They weren’t exactly the girls of his dreams, but they were … girls.
 
Right?
 
The excited boy smiled – just a bit – as he thought about that for a moment.  And as he thought he remembered how the night before Hannah had caressed and tickled him all over his bare body.  Okay, she’d spanked him a couple of times and that hurt his feelings, but she also touched him in a gentle, curious way, too.  At one point she even kissed him on the lips, something that both repulsed and excited him.
 
"Hannah really is a good kisser, that’s for sure," he whispered softly.  "Daggone it!  Why couldn't she be pretty?" 
 
Complicating his feelings was that moment when she tickled him between the legs and gotten him to spurt.  That single orgasm – right there in front of her mother, yet! – was for better or worse imprinted in his adolescent brain for the rest of his life. 
 
“Yikes,” he whispered as he relived that moment in his thoughts.  For an instant, as he hung in the darkness, he could have sworn he felt Hannah’s fat, sweaty hand on his penis, tickling and teasing him to the point of making a mess.  He shook his head as he fought to repress the seductive sensations that threatened to overtake his trembling body.
 
“Okay, not now.  Not now ….”
 
But his thoughts betrayed him.  Hannah Wilson was a girl.  And okay, sure, she wasn’t exactly pretty, but she wasn’t the ugliest girl he knew.  Maybe that made it okay.  So … did that make it okay for Samantha and Edith to touch him, too?  Between the three of them, they knew more about him than any other girls. 
 
Jenny McCarthy, for instance, had never seen him without his clothes.  Plus, she never touched him like that.  Heck, Jenny never even kissed him.  So … maybe … that made Hannah kissing him … and those other girls seeing him naked … okay …?
 
“No!  No way!  I’ve got to stop this!” he muttered ruefully as he realized what he was thinking.  “Hannah Wilson is NOT my girlfriend!  And neither are those other two freaks!  They aren’t supposed to see me like this!  They’re not supposed to be touching me, either!  Nuh-uh!  This is NOT fun!  This is NOT a good idea!”
 
The panicked lad struggled in vain to get rid of his erection.  Lost in his thoughts, he’d grown excited and aroused to the point that he could feel it bouncing about, free and uncontrollable.  He pressed his legs together in an attempt to hide his shame in the darkness; he tried to think about anything, baseball, school, fishing with his father, anything that might dampen his sexual enthusiasm.  But it was futile.  Just knowing he was naked and trapped at the mercy of some mischievous women and girls was enough to keep his passion alive and going strong. 
 
A cool drop of stickiness running down the inside of his bare thigh made him feel dirty and ashamed.
 
“Oh, crap!  This is BAD!  Oh, gosh … Hannah and those girls will be coming back sometime.  I can’t let them see me sticking out!  I need to calm down before they get back and see me like this!  I can’t let them see me with a stupid hardon!”
 
Daniel squirmed about and sobbed in desperation.  "I swear if I ever get out of this alive I'll never jack off again.  I promise, I'll never do it again!"
 
By this time the toll of confinement began to wear on the delirious school boy.  Besides his arms and legs getting tired, he felt a growing urge to go pee.  The combination of pressure on his bladder and his tingling erection was worrisome.  His arms ached and his legs felt strained as he tried to find some way take his mind off his problems and be comfortable.  That was impossible, of course.  Hanging by your arms in handcuffs wasn’t supposed to be comfortable.  It was supposed to be debilitating and humiliating –  and it was.
 
Daniel gave another shot at getting loose from that stupid coat hook, and once again he failed.  The frustrated lad braced his back against the closet wall and the wall of wool coats on one side.  That took some – well, a little bit – of pressure off his tiptoes and his wrists.
 
“Not like this,” he muttered in the darkness.  “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
 
Daniel wiped another tear from his cheek onto his bare arm and prayed for someone to come rescue him from the craziness that engulfed him.
 
“This is not good ….” he whispered as his boyish erection waved about alone in the darkness.  “This isn’t good at all.”
 
 
***
 
 
“Why exactly are we going to the movies?” Samantha Jones whispered.  “Why in the hell are we on our way to the stupid mall when we could be at your house having some real fun?”
 
The skinny, kinky haired girl was sitting next to her friend Hannah Wilson in the back of the Wilson’s sedan.  On the other side of the chubby teenager was the diminutive Edith, her little frog face wrinkled with confusion, her dark eyes afire behind thick corrective lenses.
 
“I’m with Thamantha,” lisped the smaller girl.  “Why the hell are we going to the movieth when you got a naked boy tied up and locked in your clothet?  Tthit fire, Hannah, it’th Danny Gilbert – in your clothet!  With hith underwear pulled down!  Thcrew going to that thtupid movie!  I wanna go play ‘doctor’ with Danny!”
 
Hannah shrugged.  “Hey, look, everything will work out just fine.  Trust me.  My mom said we needed to take a break, that’s all.  She seems to know what she’s talking about, so how about cutting me some slack.”
 
Samantha shook her head.  “Well, I think you need your head examined.  I was just getting into it.  Did you see the look on his face when I gave him that purple nurple?  The spoiled brat almost cried!  That was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!  And now we’re going to see a stupid movie?  By the time we get back he’ll probably be gone, and so will our chances to have any more … fun.”
 
“It ain’t fair!”  Edith crossed her arms and pouted.  “I’ll never get to touch another boy!  Nobody wanth to go out with a … a … girl like me!  Thith wath my big chanthe to have a little fun with a real live naked boy!”
 
Hannah frowned to see her little friend so distraught. 
 
“Hey, come on, munchkin.  It’ll work out.  I promise.”  She put her finger under the small girl’s dimpled chin, lifting her face up just enough to make eye contact.  “My mom is cool with this.  You saw it for yourself.  If she says not to worry, then I’m not going to worry.  Let’s do what she said.  We’ll go see the stupid movie, have a little fun, then go back and see what happens next.”
 
The chubby teenager thought for a moment.  She looked up toward the front of the car and saw her mother watching through the rear view mirror.  The pretty woman blew her a kiss and winked. 
 
“Hey, what’s up with all the pouty faces?” asked Mrs. Wilson.  Her bright white teeth gleamed between a pair of crimson red lips.  “I thought you guys were having a good time.”
 
“We’re okay, Mom.  Thanks for taking us to the movie.”
 
“You don’t look okay.  I thought you all wanted to go see this movie.”
 
Hannah started to reply, but Samantha interrupted.  “Couldn’t we wait and see the movie later, Mrs. Wilson?  Edith and I were having fun with Danny.   We can go see this stupid movie some other time.”
 
Hannah’s mother laughed.  “Oh, is that it?  You and Edith were having a little too much fun and now somebody took your toy away, hmm?  What about you, Hannah?  Were you having fun, too?  You want to go back and play, too?”
 
The large girl forced a frown on her pimply face and shrugged.  “Well, yeah, sure, I guess.  They’re … we’re … just a little worried that Danny might not be there when we get back.”
 
Mrs. Wilson laughed.  “Oh, really?  And where do you think your little slave boy will be going?  If I remember correctly he’s not exactly free to go and do as he pleases.”
 
Hannah blinked.  “But … I … we figured his mom would come get him while we’re at the movies.”
 
“Where did you get that idea?  They went shopping, remember?”
 
Hannah nodded. “Yeah, but ….”
 
“Honey, trust me.  Your little slave boy is not going anywhere.  He couldn’t get down off that coat hook if he tried.  Remember how he tried?  And even if he did, where’s he going to go?  He’s not going to leave the house.  Plus, who’s got the key to the handcuffs?”
 
The three girls perked up and looked at each other.  Hannah stared wide-eyed at Edith.  She turned to Samantha, and then turned back to stare at the small, misshapen girl. 
 
Edith’s eyes went wide as she suddenly remembered something.  Making a cartoon-like gulping sound, she gave a little burp and opened her mouth; sure enough, between her tiny teeth shone a small, silver colored key.  She held it up for the others to see, a sheepish grin on her froggy face.
 
“Um, I forgot I had the handcuff key,” she said with a nervous giggle.
 
Mrs. Wilson laughed.  “You girls worry too much about the wrong things.  Think about it, children … while you’re having a great time at the movies Danny’s going to be thinking about you girlie girls the whole time.  His mind will be on you, not those silly cheerleader types that most boys fawn over."
 
The pretty woman giggled as she went on.  "Oh, sure, he’ll be a little upset by the time we get back.  He’ll probably be as mad as a wet hen.  But so what?  One thing is for sure.  As soon as he knows you’re home he’s going to be tickled to death.  You know why?”
 
Hannah shook her head.  “Not really, Mom.  No, why?”
 
“Because, silly girl, you three are the ones in the world who can let him go.”
 
Hannah’s eyes were alight with realization.  “We’re the only ones …?”
 
“… Who can let him go.  I mean, I sure can’t let him go, since I’m with you guys.  And his mom can’t let him go since she doesn’t have that handcuff key, remember? Oh, sure, she might let him off the hook, so to speak, but she won’t.  No, I’m pretty sure he's still your little slave boy as long as you guys have the key to his freedom."
 
Hannah smiled to see her mother so into their little conspiracy.  It was like she was one of the gang.
 
"Also, I'm pretty sure you're the only girls who have ever seen him in his birthday suit, if that means anything to you."  The pretty woman laughed.  "Believe me, it sure means something to him! Boys always remember the first girl they got naked with.  Danny is going remember you girls for a looooooong time, believe you me!"
 
Samantha let go an evil laugh.  "Oh my god!  We’ve got the key!  The little gremlin’s got the daggone key!  I didn't think about that!  This is so awesome!"
 
"Now you’re getting it.”  Hannah’s mother giggled.  “There’s only one person who release Danny and she’s with us.  Well, she’s with you and Hannah, that is.”
 
Hannah and Samantha turned to look at Edith, who sat staring at the key in between her little fingers.  A huge grin lit up the pimply faced girl’s face. 
 
“Just think, munchkin, that little thing in your hand makes us the ones in charge.  While we’re out having fun, no matter where we are or what we do, Danny Gilbert is our prisoner.”
 
Edith nodded.  “That’th right,” she lisped. “We’re the oneth in charge.  He ith our prithoner.”
 
Samantha snorted.  “And his fat little ass is all ours!”
 
The little girl with the froggy face suddenly looked thoughtful.  “Thee?  I told you guyth that wath a pretty neat magic trick!”
 
And with that she popped the key back in her mouth and swallowed it, a huge grin beaming from her little frog-like face. 
 
The car filled with girlish giggles as the sedan sped toward the theater. 
 
 
***
 
Daniel woke with a start as he heard something in the hallway.  Despite his awkward position he’d apparently fallen asleep.  It had been so quiet for so long, but now it sounded like some closed the front door, though he couldn’t be certain.  It might have been the storm, but no … it was most definitely a door.  He could hear footsteps approaching, hard soled shoes on the wood floor … and whispers. 
 
The frightened boy fought the urge to cry for help.  Not knowing who was out there scared him.  It might have been one of the girls, or it could have been a thief or a burglar.  He bit his lip.  What if it was one of those guys who break into houses and kidnap children and take them away and do awful things to them?  What if he was about to be kidnapped and raped and who knew what?  What was he supposed to do?  He couldn’t get away, not being hung on a hook with handcuffs on.  And being in his current nude state, he was sure to be raped … or worse! 
 
“What am I supposed to do?” he whispered with panic in his heart.  “Crap!  This isn’t good!”
 
The closet door suddenly opened wide and he turned away, squinting to shield his eyes from the blinding daylight.  He was so scared he couldn’t even cry out.  For several seconds nothing happened.  Then a cool gust of air caressed his bare skin from head to toe and he finally forced himself to look up at the mysterious invader. 
 
To his surprise – and immense relief! – he saw his stepmother and aunt standing at the door smiling at him. 
 
“Oh, Delores, Aunt Margerite!  Thank god you’re here!”  The naked lad was genuinely relieved.  Rescue, after all, had been a long time coming.  “You guys scared me to death!  Please let me down!  Please?  Pleeeeeeease?”
 
“Um, hmmm.”  Delores Gilbert put her hands on her hips and shook her head.  “My, oh, my, honey bunny.  I’ve never seen the like!  This is a fine pickle you’ve got yourself in, isn’t it?” 
 
Daniel suddenly felt self-conscious as he realized how ridiculous he must look.  He was, after all, practically naked!   His arms were stretched up above his head, leaving his upper body completely expose and his underpants were down almost to his knees.  He pressed his legs together and tried to hide his private parts.  Margerite giggled like a school girl.
 
“It looks to me like someone got stuck playing a naughty little game.”
 
“It’s not my fault!” the blushing lad quickly cried.  “Hannah and her stupid friends left me in here like this.  Mrs. Wilson did it, too!  She made me put on these stupid handcuffs and put me on this hook.  Then she put Hannah in charge and ….”
 
Daniel stopped talking.  He had no choice.  Delores Gilbert had stepped in and pressed her hand over his mouth with great force, preventing him from going any further.  The naked child struggled as she shifted her hand slightly, just enough to block his nostrils and keep him from breathing.
 
"Mmmmph!" He grunted with wide-eyed surprise as he struggled for air.
 
“Shhhhhh,” his stepmother whispered.  “Keep quiet, sweetie.  Nobody asked you to speak.  Nobody said a word to you.  I want you to just stand there and keep quiet for a few minutes.  Can you do that?  Can you keep your mouth shut for just a minute?  Can you do that?  Hmm?  Hmmm?”
 
The naked boy wiggled about for a moment, stopped, then nodded his head.  He didn’t like being smothered and so he was quick to comply with his stepmother’s directive.  He didn’t say a word as she pulled her hand away, but instead focused on gasping for air and catching his breath.
 
“Well, do you like playing your little tie up game?” she said with a smile.  “Is being the damsel in distress as much fun as you thought it would be?”
 
“No.”  Daniel looked away, his face in a frustrated pout.  “It’s not fun at all.”
 
“I don’t believe that,” quipped Margerite.  The naked youngster winced with pain as she reached down and gave his little erection a flick with her finger.  “It looks to me like he’s having one heck of a time.”
 
“OW!!!  Stop it, Margerite!  That HURT!!!”
 
Delores grinned.  “That’s what I thought.  Well, Danny, you’re certainly getting a taste of your own medicine now, honey bunny.  I think I’ll let you just hang here for a little while longer and think about how it feels.  Maybe I’ll invite the neighborhood kids over to see how silly you look?  Would you like that?  What if I called your buddies from your ball team over?  I bet they’d love to see you looking like this!”
 
Daniel blinked through his tears.  Delores could be mean, but she wouldn’t really do that … would she?
 
“Please, noooo … don’t do that.”
 
“Oh, not a bunch of boys, Mom!” Margerite said with a teasing smile.  “That wouldn’t be any fun at all.  We need to get some girls in here to see this.  What’s the name of that girl you like?  Jennifer, is it?  Maybe we ought to invite her over for a little show and tell.  Now that would be fun, right, Danny?”
 
An odd shiver went through his body when she said that.  The helpless boy struggled for a moment, then sighed nervously. 
 
“Please, no girls, Delores.  Please?  Don’t let anybody see me like this, okay?  Can I get down?  Please, can I get down?  I just want down.  I’ll be good, I promise!  I promise!”
 
The two women looked at each other and broke out in laughter.  Daniel watched in disbelief as they stepped back into the hallway and shut the door without explanation.
 
For a long time he just hung there staring ahead in the darkness, not quite sure what just happened.  He thought for certain that he’d be free by now.  His stepmother certainly wasn’t going to leave him hanging there, naked and in the dark forever, right?
 
“This isn’t fair,” he fussed out loud.  “You can’t leave me in here like this!  This isn’t fair!  I’m telling Dad!  You hear me?  I’m telling Dad!” 
 
He could have sworn he heard giggling on the other side of the door.  Giggling?  He huffed with frustration.  It had to be either Margerite or his stepmother.  Probably both.  Apparently they thought it was funny for him to be in such a humiliating situation.  He couldn’t believe they’d laugh at him, not like this.  Not when he was in such dire straits.
 
“Let me out, please,” he cried out. “I’ll be good.  I promise!  I won’t be … I won’t do stupid stuff anymore!  I learned my lesson, I promise!  I promise I did!”
 
Daniel blinked as the closet door opened.  His eyes went wide as he realized his Aunt Margerite was standing before him.  His stepmother was nowhere to be seen.
 
“Oh, good grief, Danny!” She looked down at his privates and shook her head.  He winced as she grabbed the tip of his penis and gave it a firm yank.  “This is hilarious!  Having fun, are we, my dirty little boy?”
 
“Ow, please, don’t do that,” he said weakly.  “I can’t help it.  It just does that on its own.  I promise, I’m not doing it on purpose!”
 
“I doubt that,” she teased.   "You little liar ... you're loving every second of this!  Your little lie detector is giving you away."
 
Margerite gave his little erection another couple of playful tugs before letting it go. “See, isn’t this fun?  You liked it earlier when I was playing with it, remember?”
 
“No, it’s not fun!”  Daniel felt like crying.  “Stop it!  This is not funny!  It’s mean!  And you're mean!”
 
The pretty, plump woman giggled.  “Oh, come on.  I’m not hurting you.  Just wait ‘til Hannah and her girlfriends come back and get their hands on you again.  They might not be as nice as I am.  If you’re not careful they might pull it off.” 
 
“Please, Aunt Margerite,” the naked lad sobbed.  “I don’t want to be around those stupid girls anymore.  They’re really mean to me.  They all ganged up on me and they were pinching and poking and hitting me all over.  It was really awful!”
 
“Poor little thing … being picked on by the mean ol’ girls.  Did they make you cry?  Hmm?  Hmmm?” 
 
Daniel blew his long blond hair out of his eyes and nodded.  He hated having to talk about this, but he had no choice.  “Y- … yes.  They were really mean.”
 
“Poor little baby … the mean old girls made my little honey bunny cry.  Isn’t that right, honey bunny?  Hmm?  Did they make you cry?”
 
“Yes … they made me cry.”  The naked lad felt awful having to admit his shame, but if that’s what it took to get down, he’d do just about anything.  “They were mean to me and they made me cry.”
 
Margerite nodded, then let her face take on a devilish smile.  “So what do you want me to do about it?”
 
Daniel gave his aunt his best sad puppy dog look.  “Help me get down, please?  Delores won’t do it.  Please, I’ll be good!  I promise!  I don’t want to be here when they get back.  Please?  Please???”
 
The plump woman shook her head.  “Sorry, honey bunny, but your mommy’s in charge on this one.  I do have to say, you look pretty cute hanging there, all naked and looking so pitiful with your sweet little tears.  It’s like having a special little present tied up all neat and tidy and hiding in the closet with the rest of the Christmas packages.  You better watch out … next time I have you over at my house I might just stick you in my closet.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
 
“Aunt Margerite, please!!!” 
 
The plump beauty laughed.  “Pretty little boy … such a pretty little toy.  Don’t cry, baby.  Maybe I need to cheer you up.”
 
Daniel wiped his eyes on his arm.  “Nothing can cheer me up.  This is the worst day of my life!”
 
“Oh, is that so?”
 
The naked boy flinched as his aunt put her hands on his waist and then ran them up and down his sides, her fingers fluttering against his nakedness like so many tickling butterflies.  The touch of her manicured nails on his bare skin excited his senses and despite his tears he started to giggle.  It wasn’t funny, but he couldn’t help himself from laughing as the mischievous woman attacked his naked body with a skill born of experience. 
 
“Nooohohohohoooo!  Pleeeeeheheheheheeeease … nooohohoho tiiiiiheheheheiiikle!”
 
“I thought you were crying, you big crybaby,” she said with a sing song lilt in her voice.  “I thought those mean old girls made you cry.  How come you’re laughing?”
 
“OW!”  Daniel cried out in pain from a sharp pinch on his bare bottom.  Then there was another wave of tickling up and down his ribs and under his arms and he started giggling again.  As he bounced between tears and laughter, Daniel was all mixed up.  His sexy aunt was obviously playing with him, like a cat might play with a mouse, but he couldn’t figure out why.
 
It never occurred to him that it really didn’t really matter.
 
“Pleeeheheheheheeease, Margeriiiiiheheheheeiiite!” he sobbed and giggled simultaneously.  “Don’t tickle!  No tickle!  Please, no more tickle!!!”
 
“Poor little baby,” she cooed.  “You’ve been a good boy all day, haven’t you.  Poor little baby.  Did those mean old girls make you cry and then leave you locked up here all morning half naked?  I bet you just hated hanging around with your undies all tangled up and pulled down.  Hmm?  Hmmm?”
 
Margerite gave him another tickle up and down his underarms, eliciting a wave of embarrassed laughter.  She then pulled the elastic waistband to his underwear out and let it go with a snap.  Thank goodness she did it from behind.  Daniel prayed she didn’t do him like Hannah did and snap the front, too.
 
“Please, Aunt Margerite, pull them up,” the blushing boy said.  “I don’t like them down like this.  It's embarrassing.  Please, fix them.  Please?  Please?”
 
He closed his eyes as his aunt’s hands ran up and down his sides one more time, sending a shiver of excitement all over his naked body. 
 
“Why, sure I can, sugar.  Here, let me help you out.”
 
For an instant Daniel thought Margerite was going to let him loose.  At least that was what he hoped.  Instead, she slid her fingers inside the waistband of his whitey tighties and pulled them down past his knees, allowing them to drop to his ankles.  He pressed his legs together in an attempt to keep the useless garment from falling to the floor, but it was a waste of effort.
 
"Noooo ... please don't take them down ...."  He moved his feet around in a feeble attempt to pull them back up.  "Pleeeease, Margeriiiiite!  Nooooo!  I don't want to be naked again!"
 
“Oh, hush!  That’s much better and you know it!"
 
The playful woman gave a little giggle and swatted him on the butt with enough force to cause him to squeal out in pain.  She followed that up with a hard pinch. 
 
“Eeeek!  Aunt Margerite … that hurt!” 
 
"Just think how much the girls are going to love seeing you all naked and waiting for them to come and play!  Have fun, honey bunny!  See you later!”
 
The door suddenly swung shut, leaving him in the darkness again. 
 
Daniel was at a loss as what to think.  His body tingled from all the tickling and pinching and smacks on the butt.  On top of all that he couldn’t believe he was still trapped in that stupid closet with his hands still in handcuffs, hanging from that stupid coat hook.  Only now his underwear was tangled around his ankles.  The only good news was that he was still in the dark.  At least he didn’t have to look at himself.  That would have been torture indeed!
 
Time slowly passed and he was convinced he was one again alone in the house.  He was suddenly surprised when the door opened again.  This time his stepmother was standing there.  Delores gave him an assessing once ever with her eyes, her lips pressed together in an arrogant smirk. 
 
"Having fun yet?" she asked, not really caring one way or the other.  "You look pretty silly, I hope you know."
 
The helpless child watched in horror as the pretty woman knelt down and snatched up his discarded underwear.  He struggled to keep his balance as she yanked them from around his ankles.  She waved the battered white tighties in front of his face and chuckled.
 
"You won't be needing these anymore today.  Say bye-bye, little panties."
 
"Please, Delo- ...." Daniel stopped himself.  He took a deep breath and started again.  "Please, Mother ... don't take them.  Please let me put them back on.  Pleeeeease!!!!"
 
"Oh, stop your whining.  You aren't supposed to be wearing anything anyway, remember?  We had a deal, right?  Hmm?  Hmmm?”
 
“But I don’t want to be naked,” the tearful lad cried.
 
About that time the phone rang.  Daniel could hear Margerite say something, but he couldn’t tell exactly what.  His stepmother turned and gave him a little smile. 
 
"Uh-oh, gotta go!  We have an errand to run.  Don’t worry, honey bunny, we’ll be back in a little while.  Don’t go anywhere!”
 
Then, to his horror, she shut the door.
 
Daniel couldn’t believe what was happening.  It was hard to believe that just the day before he was at school, enjoying his friends and secure in the knowledge that his life was pretty normal.  Never in a million years did he even suspect something like this would ever happen to him.
 
The house was suddenly silent and the bewildered lad was pretty sure he was alone in the house.  He shouted a few times, first softly, then loudly and with a lot of anger.  Finally he just gave up and just hung there, his butt resting against the coolness of the wall, his hands clasped together to relieve the pressure of the metal manacles. 
 
“This can’t be happening,” he whispered softly in the dark.  “This can’t be happening ….”
 
 
***
 
 
Daniel woke with a start when the closet door suddenly opened.  He blinked his eyes and squinted to see who was there.  A few seconds went by before he realized his stepmother and aunt were standing before him.  They were both smiling at him in a very mischievous way.
 
“What?  What is it now?  You’re going to be mean to me again, aren’t you?”
 
Delores laughed.  “Mean? Why would you say that?  Really, honey bunny, I can’t believe you sometimes.  We even got you a present.  Well, Margerite did, actually.  We ordered it this morning while we were shopping and had to go back to the mall and get it when it was ready.”
 
The naked lad blinked.  He had no idea what his stepmother was talking about.
 
Margerite giggled.  “Here you go, sweetie.  Isn’t it pretty?”
 
There was a tinkling, bell-like sound.  Daniel blinked as the pretty woman held up something pink.  It looked like a belt of some sort, but it was much too small to go around anybody’s waist.  He blinked again as his aunt dangled the strange thing just inches from his nose, almost too close to see. 
 
“What is that?” he whispered hoarsely.  He hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was.
 
“It’s a collar,” his aunt said brightly.  “Well, it’s a dog collar, actually.  But still, isn’t it pretty?  Your mom and I bought it at the pet store just for our favorite little slave boy.  So what do you think?  Do you like it?”
 
The anxious boy’s eyes blurred with tears as he thought about what he was looking at.  It was indeed a dog collar, made from pink leather and decorated with a dozen or more diamond like rhinestones.  It was a silly, feminine thing, what you might expect to see on a poofy poodle or Chihuahua, only bigger.  His stomach fell as he realized it was large enough to fit him.
 
“You bought that … for … f-f-for … m-m-me?”
 
“A pretty toy for our pretty boy,” Delores Gilbert said with an evil lilt to her voice.  “We got the idea last night when we went to that movie you wanted to see so badly.  There was a beautiful princess in it who was captured and turned into a slave.  She wore one kind of like it.”
 
“Only this one is a lot prettier,” Margerite said.  “This one is pink, pink for our pretty Danny!”
 
Tears burned the naked child’s eyes.  “Nooooo … you’re not really going to make me wear that … are you?”
 
Delores laughed.  “Yes, this one is just perfect for our pretty little slave boy.”
 
Daniel’s breathing became difficult as the full truth of the matter became evident to his adolescent mind. 
 
“Wh- … where did you get it from …?”
 
His pretty aunt giggled.  “From the pet shop at the mall, of course, silly!  We went in and, bing, there it was!  I thought the pink was just right for you and the pretty rhinestones just made it perfect.  Don’t you agree?”
 
Daniel blinked.  This can’t be happening, he thought to himself.  This can NOT be happening. 
 
If Dad was here he wouldn’t let this happen ….
 
“Nooooo … you wouldn’t … you can’t!  You can’t make me … wear that,” he sobbed.  “Please, Delores … Aunt Margerite … not that ….”
 
Margerite raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the pink collar.  “Oh, stop whining.  It’ll be fun!  See, it’s even got a little bell so we can keep track of you wherever you go.  And there are some cute little dog tags, too.  You’ve got to have those, right?  Here, take a look.  We had them made just for you.”
 
Daniel sniffed.  He wiped his runny nose and eyes on his upstretched arm and looked at the tags.  There was the bell, all right, and two shiny pink metal tags, each about the size of a silver dollar, hanging from a chrome ring that was part of the fastening for the collar.  He felt his pulse quicken as he saw that the silver bell was engraved with a floral pattern.  The pink metal tags were even worse, being heart shaped, an alarming match to the feminine design of the collar.  He bit his lip as his aunt shook the whole thing, creating a musical ringing, tinkling sound. 
 
“Read the inscription, baby doll.  We had it personalized just for our cute little slave boy.  That’s what took so long.  We had to go back to the mall and pick it up, but it was worth it.”
 
“Go ahead, read them out loud, Danny,” said Delores.  “Read them very carefully.  I want to make sure you know what they say.”
 
The naked lad took a deep breath.  Margerite was right.  There were words deeply embossed into the shiny steel hearts.  His heart beat fast and hard as he read the words.
 
“My name is … Danni,” he croaked as he read the first tag.  He looked up and made a pouty face.  “You misspelled my name.  I spell it with a ….”
 
“Yes, yes, we all know.  We decided to make a little change, something more suitable to our little pink pet.  You’ll just have to get used to it.  Slave boys don’t get to spell their names.  Slave boys get to wear their birthday suits and do chores and keep the women and girls all happy.”
 
Daniel pursed his lips and tried not to cry.  This was worse than anything he could have imagined.  To make matters even more miserable he felt the urge to pee suddenly return.
 
“I have to go to the bathroom,” he said sullenly.
 
“That can wait,” Margerite said with a giggle.  “You didn’t read the other one, honey bunny.  They both say something cute.  Read it again, out loud if you please.  Read the first one, then the other.”
 
The helpless boy tried to ignore his bladder and looked at the ridiculous dog tags. 
 
“My … my name is Danni.”  He paused as his aunt rotated so he could see the second tag.  “I belong to … to ….”
 
He looked up at the two women.  He couldn’t believe his eyes!  There was no way … how could they?  Surely they couldn’t be serious!
 
“Go on … read it, please.”
 
“My name is Danni.”  That was the first tag.  He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he continued.  “I belong to … Hannah Wilson.”
 
The youngster let out a sob.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  He couldn’t believe what he’d just said.  This was ... was ... unbelievable!
 
“You’re not really going to make me wear that, are you?  Please say you’re not.  Please?”
 
"Oh, stop whining before I give you something to whine about," said his stepmother.
 
His stomach sank as Delores took the collar from her sister and wrapped it around his throat, fastening it securely in place. 
 
"Well, look at that!  A perfect fit!"
 
“Please, don’t do this!  Delores, please … no!  I don’t wanna belong to Hannah!  Please, don’t let her … have me.  I don’t wanna belong to her!”
 
Margerite giggled.  “I don’t know why you’re complaining, baby doll.  You’ve been begging for something to wear since last night.  And here we went out and bought you something pretty to wear!”
 
"You really should be flattered, Danny," trilled Delores.  She made a final adjustment to the collar, gave the youngster a wink and stepped back.  “It took two trips to the mall to get all this together.”
 
“That’s right,” Margerite said.  “Two trips!  Wow, that actually looks better than I thought it would!  It goes great with his blond hair!  Hey, Danny, at least this way you can’t say you’re naked, right?”
 
Daniel moved his head and swallowed.  The feeling of the stiff leather around his neck was alien and scary to him.  Plus, the dog tags tickled him in the middle of his chest.  He struggled against his bonds, causing the shiny steel hearts to rattle and ring in a humiliating display.
 
"Take it off, please.  Please take it off.  It's too tight and it hurts."
 
Daniel winced as his stepmother raised her hand up.  For an instant he thought she was going to slap him in the face.  But then he felt her warm finger slide against his throat.  The forceful digit slipped back and forth between his tender skin and the unforgiving leather. 
 
“What do you think?” She nodded as her sister used her finger to do the same.  “Is it too tight?”
 
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” cooed the smiling Margerite.  “You don’t want it too loose or he might think we’re not taking this seriously.  Oh, Danny, honey, stop crying.  Really, don’t be such a crybaby.  Just calm down and enjoy yourself, honey bunny.  It’s not like you can do anything about this anyway.  Just lay back and have fun.  In a few years you’ll look back at this day and thank us for doing all this.   Come on, trust me.  Your ugly old auntie wouldn’t lie to you now, would she?”
 
Daniel watched with wide eyes as his stepmother produced something else.  It appeared to be … a matching leash? 
 
“Pretty snazzy, huh?”  Delores gave him a sinister smile.  “I thought you’d like it.  See, it’s all matchy-matchy with your pretty pink collar.  Isn’t that neat?”
 
Indeed, if you had a fluffy pink poodle, it would have been perfect.  The pink leather portion made up about half of its length, the remainder being a brightly polished stainless steel chain.  Daniel noted with morbid curiosity that the leather strap was decorated with shiny rhinestones just like the collar he now wore.  His stepmother held up the formidable looking snap link attached at the end of the chain and tapped him playfully on the nose with it. 
 
“Oh, yeah, we’re going to have fun with this ….”
 
The forlorn child cringed as she fastened the leash to the collar around his slender neck, letting the snap link shut with a distinct “clink”! 
 
“Please, no …,” he whispered.  The tinkling bell and tags added to his humiliation.  “Noooooo … Don’t do this ….”
 
“I can’t wait for the girls to see you with your pretty new accessories!” his stepmother said with a mocking tone to her voice.  “I think they’ll be surprised, don’t you?”
 
“Oh, yeah, they’re going to love it, all right,” said Margerite.  “This is going to add a little something special to their play date.  I have to admit, I’m a little bit jealous.  Somebody is in for a very interesting afternoon.”
 
“No doubt,” replied Daniel’s stepmother. 
 
The stunned boy didn’t know what to say.  He was so upset, so disgraced and frightened on so many levels, he was nearly in shock.
 
He watched helplessly as the two women stepped back into the hallway.  Delores reached over for the doorknob. 
 
“Well, we gotta run!  Have fun, baby doll!  See you later!”
 
“Wait!” yelled the desperate lad.  “Don’t leave me!  Not like this!"
 
Daniel took a deep breath and yelled.  "At least let me go pee!  I really gotta go!  Please, Delo- … Mother!  Please!  Don’t go!  I gotta go peeeeeeeeeeee!!!”
 
Daniel watched with disbelief as the closet door shut one more time.  Alone in the dark, he listened in a panic as feminine footsteps moved down the hall, only to be followed by the slamming of the front door. 
 
And once again he was alone.
 
 
***
 
 
Hannah Wilson was as giddy as, well, as a school girl as the car approached her house.  It had been a pretty good afternoon.  She’d just seen the big movie everyone had been talking about and, yes, it was much more exciting than the previews promised.  To make things even better, she was with her two best friends in the world and they were all three in a great mood. 
 
After the movie Mrs. Wilson took the girls to that nice Italian place in the mall.  Hannah surprised herself by ordering one of the fancy salads instead of her usual giant pizza.  She couldn’t resist dessert, of course, though she did share it with her friends since it was so large.  She just wasn’t that hungry for some odd reason.
 
All three girls had things other than the movie of the year and a fancy Italian meal on their collective minds, of course.  Hannah could see it in her friends’ expressions as they giggled and whispered through their meal at the restaurant, and she could see it as Mrs. Wilson pulled the sedan into the driveway.  Samantha and Edith both were flushed and excited and ready to leap out of the car before it came to a stop. 
 
“Don’t go in just yet, girls.”  Mrs. Wilson nodded toward the house next door.  “Let’s step next door and check in on Mrs. Gilbert and her sister.  I think they have a surprise planned for us this afternoon but I need to make sure.”
 
Hannah frowned.  “Aw, Mom, can’t you do that without us?” 
 
“Come along, ladies.  Just humor me for a few minutes.”
 
The three girls followed Mrs. Wilson reluctantly but dutifully to the Gilbert home.  Hannah nudged her two pouting companions to straighten up as her mother pressed the doorbell. 
 
The meeting was short and sweet.  Yes, Mrs. Wilson was having a little dinner party that evening and Hannah and her friends were invited.  Mrs. Jones and Mrs. McAdams, Samantha and Edith’s mothers, were also invited.  All three girls thought that rather odd, but they didn’t say anything.  Phone calls were made and a time was set.  Six o’clock.  Finally … the three friends were all too eager to get next door and check on their mutual friend.
 
Just as they were about to leave for home Mrs. Gilbert and her sister invited themselves along.  Hannah’s mother took the lead and the girls looked at each other with dismay as they realized another delay in their plans had just taken place.
 
They needn’t have worried.  Upon entering the house the adults immediately retired to the kitchen while the young ones were left to their own devices.
 
Hannah turned slowly toward the hallway.  “Um, we’re gonna go check on Danny.  Okay?”
 
“Go ahead, dear.  We’ll be right here if you need anything.”
 
“Okay.”
 
“Have fun!  Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
 
“OKAY MOM!!!” 
 
Samantha and Edith followed their large blond friend to the closet door.
 
“Well, it’s about damned time!”  Samantha whispered anxiously.  “I thought we’d never get rid of them.  What the hell are you waiting for, Hannah?  Open the daggone door!”
 
“Yeah, open the daggone door, Hannah!” Edith echoed.  The little misshapened girl looked like she was going to have a fit, she was so excited.  “Oooooh, I can hardly thtand it!  I think I might pith my pantth!”
 
“Good god, Edith, go ahead and piss your pants already!” Samantha fussed.  “But if you do you’re gonna miss out on all the fun.  You’re not gonna stay here and smell up the place.”
 
Hannah shook her head.  She understood her friends’ exuberance.  For some reason, however, her own excitement level had dropped and she felt an odd calmness overtake her.  She suddenly felt in control, as if everything that was about to happen would be just as she expected.  It was a feeling that she had never experienced before, but she liked it.  She reached out, put her hand on the doorknob … and turned it. 
 
The sight that greeted the three girls was even better than Hannah remembered.  Daniel Gilbert was still there on his tiptoes, naked as the day he was born and hanging pitifully from the coat hook, his wrists still bound in the antique steel handcuffs.  Hannah couldn’t help but smile.  Aside from his tear-stained face he didn’t look too bad, considering that he’d been held captive for most of the day.
 
The nude boy blinked and squinted as if he’d been asleep.  A warm feeling drifted over the pimply faced Hannah as she realized just how vulnerable he looked.  He reminded her of the slave girl in the movie she’d just seen, all stretched out and imprisoned in metallic shackles.  The only difference was that this was a boy and he was in his bare skin instead of some science fiction version of a girl in a bikini.  And that was all right.  This was way, way better!
 
Hannah was also surprised – and extremely pleased! – to see that Daniel’s underwear was now completely missing.  Instead of being tangled around his legs like she’d left him, they were nowhere to be seen.  She glanced down at the floor.  Nope, they weren’t there.  She thought about Daniel’s mother and aunt and how playful they’d been throughout this entire weekend.  There was no doubt in her mind that her dream boy’s lack of underthings was caused by some feminine mischief.
 
Her eyes paused at Daniel’s crotch.  Amusement lit up her face as she saw his slender erection, weak as it was, bobbing about from between his plump white thighs.  The little pink head gleamed in the hall light and she could see his little tea bag underneath, looking vulnerable and ripe for a tickling. 
 
The other thing that caught Hannah’s eye was the shiny chain that hung down Daniel’s naked body.  She frowned for a second, then blinked.  A chain?  She blinked again.  Was that a … a … a leash?  She shook her head and, yes, by darn, it WAS a  leash!  And what was that shiny, sparkly thing around the flustered lad’s throat?  Was that … a collar?  A DOG'S COLLAR???
 
“Holy crap,” she whispered aloud.  “What the heck is that around your neck?”
 
“Yeah, what the heck ith that thing?” squeaked an excited Edith.
 
Samantha snorted.  “OH!  MY!  GOD!  Danny … is that … a DOG COLLAR???”
 
Daniel frowned.  “Yes,” he whined.  “Delores and Margerite put it on me.  I hate it!  Can you take it off, please?  Please?”
 
The grinning freckle faced girl stepped in for a closer look.  A tingling, bell-like sound filled the air. 
 
“It’s so pretty!  Pink is really your color, you know.  Oh, and look at all the pretty rhinestones!  It's even got a little bell!  And some cute little heart shaped dog tags!  And they’re inscribed!  Oh, my god, Hannah, you’ve got to read this!  It is hilarious!”
 
“What do they thay?” Edith asked.  “I wanna know, too!”
 
Hannah took her turn, moving close to read the tags.  A huge smile spread across her face as she read the inscription.  A queer, warm feeling swept over her body and she suddenly felt squishy between her legs. 
 
“My name is Danni … Oh, look, Danni is spelled with an ‘i’ just like a girl!  Isn’t that cute?”
 
Edith nodded.  “What’th the other one thay?”
 
Hannah felt her face turn red with excitement.  “Oh, my god.  It says – get this! – ‘I belong to Hannah Wilson.’  Oh, my god!  This is freaking hilarious!  Danny Gilbert belongs to me!!!”
 
Edith was practically jumping up and down, she was so excited.  “Let me thee!  I wanna thee, too!”
 
“So you really do belong to me, huh, slave boy?”  Hannah looked Daniel dead in the eye, savoring the submissive expression in his blushing face.  “Nice. Real nice.”
 
“I wanna thee, too!” squeaked Edith.  “Let me thee!  Come on, guyth, you got to thee. I want my turn!”
 
The large girl with the pimply face stepped aside and let her little friend pass by.  She watched Daniel as Edith read the inscription and then squealed with delight.  He looked miserable, almost like he was going to cry. 
 
Hannah suddenly felt dizzy.  For some odd reason she was overcome by the urge to take the helpless lad in her arms and give him a big hug and a kiss.  She thought about it for a minute and wished her friends weren’t there.  She would have definitely done something with the naked boy, though she wasn’t sure exactly what.
 
Needless to say, the dog tags were a huge hit with all three girls.  Hannah watched with amusement as Samantha and Edith kept repeating the words over and over again:  “My name is Danni.  I belong to Hannah Wilson.”  They did it for so long it began to sound like a cross between a chant and a song.
 
"My name is Danni!
I belong to Hannah Wilson!
My name is Danni!
I belong to Hannah Wilson!
Na-na-naaa na-na naaaaaa!"
 
Daniel, of course, was not happy with any of this.  “It’s not funny!” he kept saying.  “It’s stupid and it’s not funny!”
 
“You better watch your mouth, Danni with an ‘i’!” teased Samantha.  “You belong to Hannah now.  She won’t take any crap from you!”
 
“This is not funny,” the naked boy repeated.  “It’s my stepmother and my aunt’s fault.  It’s their little joke.  I hate my stepmother!  I hate my Aunt Margerite, too!  They’re mean and I hate them for doing this to me!”
 
“That’th not a very nice thing to thay about your mommy and your auntie,” teased Edith.  “I think I’m going to tell them what you jutht thaid.”
 
Daniel’s eyes went wide with terror.  “No, please!  Don’t tell them I said that!  I didn’t mean it!  It was an accident, I swear!  They’ll kill me if they hear I said that!”
 
Hannah grinned.  “They may not kill you, but you’ll wish you were dead.”
 
The panicked lad begged.  “Please, don’t tell them I said that.  Please, Hannah!  PLEASE!!!”
 
The large girl pushed her glasses back up her nose.  “Okay, we won’t tell, but you owe us one.  Understand?”
 
She watched with triumph as the defeated boy sighed and then nodded his head. 
 
“Okay … I owe you one.”
 
Hannah shot a look at her friends.  They reminded her of a pair of energetic, mischievous cats, ready to pounce on their prey.  And Daniel was the poor little mouse caught in a trap. 
 
“Okay, so what do you guys want to do now?  Want to leave him tied up like this or do you wanna let him down?”
 
Samantha snorted for the second time.  “Leaving him hanging here like that is just fine with me.  Especially if he’s gonna be running around with his little wiener all cocked and locked.  You never know when those things are going to go off.”
 
“No, please let me down!” the naked boy pleaded desperately.  “My arms are really tired and I gotta go to the bathroom.  I really gotta go pee!”
 
“Let him down, Hannah!” croaked Edith.  “Let him go pee and then we can play with him.  Maybe we can play doctor or …” – she giggled like a little monkey – “maybe we can take him on a walk outside using his leash!”
 
Hannah and Samantha looked at their little friend.  Once again her creativity belied her odd appearance. 
 
“That’s actually a pretty good idea,” Samantha said.  “I like that idea a lot. Way to go, munchkin!”
 
“No!  You can’t do that!” exclaimed a panicked Daniel.  The ringing tinkle of the bell on his collar made the seriousness of his situation seem comical.  “You can’t take me outside!  Not like this!  Not naked!  And not on that stupid leash!”
 
Hannah reached over and put her hand on the frightened lad’s mouth.  “Hey, shush it, slave boy!  Keep quiet or else I show my friends here how to blister your butt!”  She turned to Edith.  “Take him for a walk where?”
 
The little girl shrugged and grinned.  “Oh, I don’t know.  How about we take him down to the creek and maybe to the old church?  Nobody ever goeth there.  It could be fun.” 
 
“Hey, I gotta go with the munchkin,” said Samantha.  “Let’s take naked boy outside for a walk.  I would have never thought of that!  Come on, let’s do it!”  The freckle-faced girl shot Daniel a smug look.  “Taking naked boy on a walk with his new collar and leash!  This is something I gotta see!”
 
“Me, too.”  Hannah stepped up to Daniel and looked him in the eye. 
 
"You're not really making me go outside naked, you?" 
 
"Come on, li'l puppy.  Time for your walkies ...."
 
The pimply faced girl smiled at him for a second before slipping her hand through the pink leather loop at the end of the leash.  She then grabbed him by the wrists and lifted him up just enough to release him from the coat hook that held him prisoner for the better part of the day. 
 
“Thanks,” the weary lad said.  “Can I go to the bathroom now?”
 
She nodded.  “Okay, slave boy, let’s go pee.  Then we get to have some fun.”
 
 
***
 
 
Daniel felt just awful as he followed Hannah through the house.  It was bad enough being led around on a leash with a little bell announcing his every move, but his captors decided to make his life even more difficult by hooking his manacles to the snap link attached to the pink leather collar around his neck.  Actually, that idea came from Edith.  Daniel was shocked when the little girl first made the suggestion.  He thought she was just kidding, but he was quickly proved wrong.
 
“Thee here?"  The frog faced girl pointed to an illustration in one of the men’s magazines left on the hall table.  "Don’t you think it would be fun if we could make Danny do that?”
 
Daniel felt a pang of fear in his stomach to see it depicted a young woman wearing little more than chains being led before enemy soldiers.  
 
“Sounds like a good idea to me!” Samantha shot a vindictive look toward the frightened lad.  “Wow, you just can’t catch a break, can you, slave boy?”
 
“You guys are just kidding,” he said with a weak voice.  “I mean, come on … you’re not serious!”
 
Hannah laughed.  “Sure we are.  And why not?  You obviously find stuff like that interesting.  Why not try it out and see just how much fun it really is?  I bet you’ll find out that you love it!”
 
“I don’t think so.  I don’t think it would be very much fun.”  The naked boy squirmed uncomfortably under the gaze of the three girls and tried to smile.  “Let’s not do it and just say we did.” 
 
Samantha snorted.  “I got a better idea!  Let’s ignore what little pervert here says and do it anyway!” 
 
“That thoundth good to me!” giggled Edith.  She gave Daniel an impish grin.  “You can thank me later, cutie pie!”
 
Hannah shook her head.  “I’m in.  Come here, slave boy.  Let’s see if we can make this work ….”
 
The large girl moved in close, causing the seventh grader to back away, but she yanked on the leash and held him in place.  The tinkling of the little bell caused the other girls to giggle.  Hannah then grabbed his wrists, looking him dead in the eye.
 
“You may as well just let me do it,” she said with a bullying grin.  “You know I’m gonna win no matter what you do, so just give up and let me do what I want.”
 
Daniel bit his lip, then nodded.  He couldn’t do much else; his knees were weak with fear and Hannah holding onto that stupid leash kept him from running away.  The trembling lad stood helplessly as his wrists were immediately secured just below his chin with a secure “click!”
 
“Oooo, I like thith,” whispered Edith.  “He really ith our thlave boy now!”
 
The naked lad tugged for a moment or two at his bonds, but there was no way for him to get loose.  He was left completely unable to fend off any unwanted touching or tickling to his naked body.  He felt like he was begging, just like a dog, which created a constant stream of teasing comments from the girls.
 
“Look at the sad little puppy,” Samantha said with glee.  She reached over and patted him on the head.  “Poor, pretty little thing.  You look so pitifuuuuuuuul!  Don’t you worry, little fellow.  We won’t let anything bad happen to you, we promise!”
 
“I love our little puppy!” exclaimed little Edith.  “He’th tho cute like that!  I jutht want to take him home and tie him to the foot of my bed and take care of him for the retht of my life!”
 
Hannah grinned at Daniel and nodded.  “Hey, Danny, that’s a pretty good idea.  What do you think about going home with Edith and being her pet?  I bet that would be pretty interesting, wouldn’t you think?”
 
“I don’t want to talk about it,” croaked the humiliated boy.  “This isn’t fun or funny to me!”
 
Daniel’s comment triggered laughter from all three of his captors.  Of course he was horrified at the idea of being anybody’s pet, much less someone like Edith McAdams.  He was worried enough about what the next few minutes held, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what might happen if what the little ugly girl said ever came true.  The way she looked at him and talked, she was capable of who knew what kind of weirdness.  The image of himself tied to the foot of her bed, curled up naked on a small rug flashed through his mind.  There was no way on earth he was going to end up living like that!
 
Then again, he mused, it wasn’t but twenty four hours before that he couldn’t have imagined being naked in front of a bunch of girls.  A bunch if UGLY girls, he thought ruefully. What might happen in the next twenty four was anybody’s guess!
 
A moment later the children entered the kitchen where Daniel’s stepmother, aunt and neighbor were all standing around the counter sipping coffee.  He felt so foolish, so humiliated as he was paraded before them.  He hoped his stepmother would make the girls let him go when she saw him.  He was sorely disappointed when he saw the smile on her face.  She obviously approved and she made no move improve his situation.
 
Mrs. Wilson, of course, greeted the foursome with her usual cheerful flair.  “So, where are you guys going?  Hey, Danny.  Oooo, nice collar.  Pink … and with rhinestones?  Is that a little bell, too?  Oh, my … that is so funny!  Don’t you just love it?”
 
“Read the dog tagth, Mithuth Wilthon!” lisped Edith.  “Thee?  Danny belongth to Hannah now!  Ithn’t that funny?”
 
The pretty woman reached over and cupped the little pink metal hearts in her hand.  She then looked at Daniel with her big beautiful eyes; with the raising of a single eyebrow she let him know that she endorsed the message they contained.  His knees suddenly went wobbly and he felt his bladder on the verge of letting go. 
 
“You’re right, Edith.  That is very funny,” cooed the pretty woman.  She gave Daniel a mocking, vindictive smile.  “It looks like my darling Hannah just got herself a pretty little pink pet.”
 
“We’re going to take him outside for a little walk,” said Hannah.  “The clouds are clearing up and we thought maybe we’ll go out behind the property and look for flowers or something.  Maybe even go up near the old church or down by the creek.”
 
“That sounds like fun,” said Delores Gilbert.  Daniel winced as his stepmother shot him an evil look.  “Danny likes wandering around in the woods, don’t you, honey bunny?”
 
"At least you won't have to worry about getting your clothes dirty," teased his Aunt Margarite.
 
“Not like this,” he whimpered.  “Do I have to go?  You’re not really going to make me, are you?  I ain’t got no pants on.”
 
“You haven’t any pants,” corrected Mrs. Wilson.  “Speak proper English, dear.”
 
Daniel looked down at the floor.  He didn’t care about speaking good English.  He just wanted his clothes back!  He glanced up to see all eyes on him, young and old alike, smiling at him and giving him the teasing looks and mocking expressions that made him so miserable before.  He tried to glare back at them, but all he got back was laughter; apparently it’s hard to look menacing when you’re being led around on a leash in your birthday suit. 
 
I wish I was dead, he thought silently to himself.
 
While the women and girls talked Daniel pondered his situation.  He couldn’t believe he was about to be taken outside naked.  Why anyone would want to make him do that was hard to comprehend, but he didn’t have the strength to wonder much about it.  His bladder was hurting and he had to pee something awful.  By that point he was so desperate he didn’t care if they took him to the mall and paraded him around naked ... as long as they let him pee he'd be happy.
 
“Well, don’t be long, dears,” Mrs. Wilson said.  “Remember, we’re having dinner at six.  Edith and Hannah’s mothers will both be here about five thirty.  I need Danny back a little early to help set the table and serve the food.  After that you kids can have your little slumber party and do whatever you want, okay?”
 
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Samantha said with enthusiasm.  She shot Daniel an impish look.  “I can’t wait for my mom to see Danny Gilbert in his birthday suit!  This is gonna be sweet!”
 
“Me, neither!” chirped the ever joyful Edith.  “I’ve never been to a thlumber party before.  Thith ith gonna be awethome!!!”
 
The three grown up women all went “awwww” and everyone enjoy a good laugh.  Everyone except Daniel, of course. 
 
The nervous youngster jumped as Hannah gave a little tug on the leash, guiding him toward the back door.  With every step he took the little bell rang ding-a-ding!  Ding-a-ding! 
 
“Come on, little pet.  It’s time for your walk.”
 
“Can’t I at least go pee first?” Daniel pleaded.  He pressed his knees together in desperation.  “I really gotta go bad.”
 
The pimply faced girl grinned.  “Sure thing.  Why do you think we’re taking you outside for your walk?”
 
He froze as he realized what she was saying.  He didn’t want to pee outside … not with a bunch of girls watching him! 
 
“Can’t I just use the bathroom?”
 
“Why bother?  We’ve got a whole yard for you to pee in.”  She grinned at him.  “Besides, in the bathroom you need to use your hands.  Out in the yard that’s not a problem.”
 
Another round of feminine laughter made the naked lad feel even more humiliated, as if that was possible.
 
“Yeah, we don’t want pee all over the bathroom,” teased Samantha.  “That would be bad.”
 
Mrs. Wilson chimed in cheerily with “My marigolds could use a little watering.  Take him around to the side of the house.  The rain always misses them because of the overhang from the garage.”
 
The naked school boy looked at his stepmother for help, but the evil expression on her face told him he was on his own. 
 
“Hey, you don’t belong to me anymore, honey bunny,” Delores said smugly.  “You’re Hannah’s problem now.”
 
Resigned to his fate, a discouraged Daniel traipsed along behind Hannah and followed her to through the back door and onto the porch.  The tinkling of the little bell on his collar made him uncomfortable and self-conscious.  From there they made their way down the steps, Edith and Samantha following close behind.  The next thing he knew he was standing in the Wilson’s back yard in nothing but his bare skin.
 
“Please don’t let anybody see me,” he begged. “I don’t want people looking at me naked.”
 
“Don’t worry about it,” Hannah muttered.  “Okay, where are those marigolds?”
 
Daniel felt like he was in a trance as he felt himself being pulled toward the side of the house and toward the garage.  He trembled with fear as they passed through the gate; Hannah, of course, had no problem with the latch.  Likewise walking on the rough gravel made him feel even more helpless and vulnerable.
 
The four children were dangerously close to the front of the house when they finally stopped.  The nervous boy jumped as a car passed by on the street.  The musical sound of the bell and tags added to the absurdity of his situation.
 
Hannah laughed.  “Okay, pet, calm down and do your thing.”
 
The naked lad frowned.  “Here?  In front of you guys?”
 
The pimply faced girl pushed her glasses up her nose.  “We’re not going anywhere.  You need to pee, so just do it.  Beggars can’t be choosers.”
 
"This is really mean," he whined.
 
The other two girls giggled.  Daniel gave a sigh and stepped in front of the bed of red and gold blossoms.  Feeling extremely self conscious, he spread his legs slightly and pushed his hips forward just a bit.  He then closed his eyes, let go and waited.
 
After a few seconds someone said, “Hey, what are you waiting for?  Go on and pee!  We’ve got things to do, you know.”
 
Daniel opened his eyes and looked down.  His erect penis was just hanging there, sticking out at the odd little angle that it always did, not doing a thing.  He closed his eyes once more, just for a second, and let go again.
 
The frustrated child couldn’t believe it!  As badly as he needed to pee, he couldn’t do it!  He looked over at Hannah and shrugged.
 
“It won’t do it,” he said helplessly.
 
The ugly girl looked down at him and frowned.  “What do you mean, it won’t do it?”
 
He shrugged.  “It won’t do it.”
 
“Okay, why not?”
 
“I don’t know,” he said.  “Maybe because you all are staring at me.”
 
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain right on the tip of his penis.  For an instant he thought he'd gotten stung by a bee or maybe even a hornet, it stung so bad.  He looked over to see Samantha right beside him.  She flicked him again with her fingertip, giggling all the while like a freckle faced hyena.
 
“Ow!  Dang it, Samantha!  That hurt!  Stop it!”
 
“Maybe it needed a jump start,” joked the tall girl as she flicked him again.
 
Stop it!  Aaaagh!  That really hurts!"
 
Oddly enough, Samantha wasn’t far from wrong.  The pain from getting hit caused Daniel’s penis to go limp, which in turn allowed him to pee.  All of a sudden he felt a powerful need to let go and he turned quickly to the little fall flowers and let the urine flow. 
 
“Here you go, pretty flowerth,” chirped Edith.  “Danny’th pee will make you grow big and thtrong!”
 
“I kinda doubt that,” Samantha sourly replied.  “We’ll be lucky if he doesn’t kill them.”
 
Daniel’s captors laughed, but he didn’t care.  Once he started peeing he couldn’t stop.  He peed and he peed and he peed some more.  He peed so much he thought he might drown the flowers.  But he didn’t care.  It felt so good, so wonderful, to relieve the pressure on his bladder and get it all out, he didn’t care about anything.  It didn’t even bother him that he was doing his intimate business in front of three girls who he feared and despised.  At least not right then it didn’t. 
 
At one point while he peed he looked over at Samantha.  The look on her face was cruel and mocking and not at all comforting.
 
“You look really stupid.”  She shook her head.  “I wish I had my camera right now.  You really need to take a good look at yourself sometime.”
 
Daniel frowned.  Turning away from the bitchy Samantha, he looked at Edith.  That was a completely different experience.  The little frog faced girl beamed with joy as she watched him do his business, her eyes taking it all in, his penis and the unending stream of urine, his naked body and even looking him directly in the face.  It was as though she was having the time of her life, as if she was enjoying his peeing even more than he did. 
 
“You’re tho cute when you pee!” She clasped her hands together with genuine delight.  “Really, it’th like watching thothe little cherubth fill the fountainth in Italy!”
 
Daniel frowned.  “It’s like ... what?”
 
“She said,” Hannah sighed, “watching you pee is like watching those little cherubs fill the fountains in Italy.”
 
“Oh.” The naked lad shrugged.  “Okay.  What the heck does that mean?”
 
It was Hannah’s turn to shrug.  “I dunno.  I guess you do kinda look like one of those statues in Italy.”
 
“Hey, munchkin, since when were you ever in Italy?” Samantha asked.  “You’ve never been out of the state in your scrawny little life.”
 
Edith shrugged.  “All that time I was in the hothpital I thtudied and watched a lot of documentarieth.  You thee that kind of thingth all over Europe.  All over the world, really.  Read a book thometime, Thambo!  You might learn thomething.”
 
Samantha grinned.  “You’re a funny kid, Edith.”
 
“I know,” giggled the little misshapen girl.
 
By this time Daniel was finally done.  He was about to reach down and shake his penis out of habit, but remembered he couldn’t.  His hands were still manacled to that stupid collar.
 
“See, that’s why I did that,” Hannah said.  “Your mom said not to let you ever touch your weiner and I knew I’d have to keep you handcuffed to do that.  Understand?”
 
The embarrassed lad nodded.  “I was just going to ….”
 
“I know.  You guys like to shake it.  Here, I’ll wipe it off for ya.”
 
Daniel watched with horror as the huge girl picked up a leaf and moved close.  He tried to get away but Edith grabbed the leash and yanked on it.  He would have fallen down if Hannah hadn’t caught him. 
 
“Bad Danny!  Thtand thtill and let Hannah wipe you!  Thtay, Danny!  Thtay!”
 
“Way to go, Edith!” cheered Samantha.  “You go, girl!”
 
The confused boy rolled his eyes as he felt Hannah’s fat, sweaty hand slide under his limp penis and balls.  He tried not to wince as she rubbed the tip with the leaf, looked at it closely and repeated the action.  The dry autumn leaf did not feel good against the sensitive tip of his member.  He closed his eyes as she continued to play. 
 
“You kinda like being touched down there, don’t you?”
 
He opened his eyes to see Hannah grinning.
 
“What?”  Daniel looked down.  He felt his heart flutter when he saw his penis standing straight out again, stiff and erect as can be.
 
“Ew!” Samantha was not impressed.  “How nasty!  I can’t believe you’re sticking out again like that in front of us.  And we just got rid of that thing, too!  Don’t you have any self-respect or control?”
 
“I can’t help it,” whispered the embarrassed boy.
 
“Hey, that’th all right by me,” said Edith.  “I like looking at hith little thing when it’th thticking out.  I don’t get to thee that kind of thtuff very often.”
 
Daniel wasn’t sure if should be flattered to hear Edith’s observation.  He felt embarrassed enough to be flaunting another stiffy in front of the girls.  He closed his eyes and tried to think it down.  That’s when he got hit by a sudden blast of cold water.
 
“Eeeeeeeeeeeek!!!” he screamed.  “What heck!  Hannah?  Samantha?  What the heck???!!!!”
 
Sure enough, while he was concentrating on controlling his errant erection, the two girls had picked up Mrs. Wilson’s garden hose and turned on the spigot, spraying him all over with cold water.  The shock of the freezing water was enough to take his breath away.
 
“Did you hear that?  He sounded like a little girl!”  Hannah laughed.  “Give him another blast, Sambo!”
 
“N-n-n-nooooo … s-s-s-s-top … iiiiiiiit!” he cried out helplessly.  “Eeeeeeeeeeeew!!!”
 
The terrified youngster tried to cover himself but that was impossible with his bound hands; he couldn’t even turn away because of little Edith yanking him around by the leash. 
 
“NOOOOOO!!!! PLEEEEEEEEASE!!! STOOOOP IIIIIIIIIT!!!!” he screamed.  “Oh god it’s cold, oh god it’s cold, oh god it’s coooooooooold!”
 
“I think that did it,” Samantha said with confidence.  She stared at the shivering boy’s privates and laughed.  “Yep, it’s gone night-night.  Sleep tight, little weeny!”
 
Hannah stepped up and leaned in for a closer look.  “Holy moly, look at it!  It’s almost gone.  I mean, it’s the size of his belly button!  I swear, look at that crazy thing!  How in the world does it do that?”
 
Daniel didn’t have to look down but he did anyway.  He knew what he’d see.  His penis had shrunken down to a fraction of its already miniscule size, withdrawing into its hiding place between his thighs.  He hated when it did that.  With no hair between his legs his body looked just like a little baby’s.  And that was not how he wanted to thought of by a bunch of stupid girls!
 
“T-t-t-that w-w-w-wasn’t f-f-f- … f-f-funny,” he stammered.  “I c-c-could c-catch a … a c-c-cold … f-from … t-t-that!”
 
“Oh, good god, what a crybaby!” sneered Samantha.  “It’s just water, you dumb ass!  And besides, it’s not that cold!  The sun will warm you up in a few minutes.  Geez, what a sissy!”
 
The naked boy hunkered down in an attempt to hide his shrunken penis, no easy feat with Edith tugging on his leash.  He knew he looked foolish, but it was the only thing he could think to do considering his hands were still trapped at the base of his neck.
 
“I don’t like being wet,” he said with a pout.
 
“Keep complaining and we’ll spray you again,” warned Hannah. 
 
Daniel was hoping they’d go right back inside after he peed, but that didn’t happen.  He remembered with regret that the girls decided to take him for a walk.  Edith took the lead, tugging at his leash and forcing him to trail alongside her like he was her pet.  The little girl’s pace was remarkably brisk considering the odd way she walked.  Then again, his sense of proportion was severely out of whack as he was extremely distracted by being naked in the great outdoors. 
 
“Where are we going?” he asked as the foursome headed for the back of the yard. 
 
He sighed to hear the tinkling bell remind him of his lowly position.  He looked over his shoulder to see Hannah and Samantha smiling at him.  He felt like a little child walking naked before them.
 
“You heard your mom,” Hannah replied.  “You’ve been cooped up in the house all day and need some exercise.  We’re taking a little hike, that’s all.”
 
Daniel saw that they were heading for the back gate to the Wilson property.  He knew that led to a path through the woods and another neighborhood beyond.  He looked across the fence to see his own house getting smaller and smaller.  He was getter further and further away from the safety of his home … and his clothes!
 
As they entered the woods the girls chattered and giggled and laughed with excitement.  Someone started singing a familiar song and pretty soon they were all in on it.
 
"My name is Danni!
I belong to Hannah Wilson!
My name is Danni!
I belong to Hannah Wilson!
Na-na-naaa na-na naaaaaa!"
 
Over and over they sang, giggling and laughing like a gang of bandits with a valuable prize.  All three were having the time of their lives, leading a cute boy in his birthday suit around on a leash.  Daniel stumbled along, trying his best to change the subject to something less embarrassing.
 
“So, um, how was the movie?” he croaked at one point.
 
Samantha snorted.  “Oh, it was just great!  Too bad you didn’t get to go.  It’s probably the best movie of the year!”
 
"It wath the betht movie ever!" squeaked little Edith. 
 
The naked boy sighed and nodded.  “Was anybody else from school there?”
 
“I think just about everybody in the audience was from school,” the tall skinny girl replied.  “There were some little kids and a bunch from high school.  But most everybody we saw was from our school.”
 
“Did anybody say anything to you about me?  What did you tell them?  You didn’t say anything about where I was, did you?  You didn’t tell them … about … me.  Please say you didn’t!”
 
Samantha grinned.  “Oh, sure, as soon as they saw us they wanted to know all about why you weren’t there and what you were doing.  We couldn’t lie, of course.  We told them everything, all about how you how you made cookies in your cute little apron and how you were locked up in Hannah’s closet stark naked.”
 
“Yeah,” chirped Edith.  “We told everybody we knew how you were ‘hanging out’ with uth all weekend!  We told them everything, the whole ‘naked’ truth!”
 
Daniel bit his lip.  “You didn’t really do that, did you?  Please say you didn’t!”
 
“Of course we didn’t, you idiot!” Hannah shook her head.  “Holy cow, you are so stupid!  Don’t you get it?  Nobody ever talks to us.  And if they did why would they ask us about you? Your friends aren’t our friends."
 
The large girl was so mad it actually scared Daniel.  He cowered away from her as she continued her rant.
 
"Don't you get it, you stupid idiot?  We don’t have any friends.  Thanks to stupid, selfish morons like you, nobody wants to talk to people like us!  Nobody!”
 
There was an awkward pause, then Edith spoke up.
 
“Tell him about the thlave girl.  He’ll like that.”  She scrunched her froggy face up and squinted at him through her thick glasses.  “You know, with that cute butt and thothe little tittieth you kinda look like her?”
 
"Edith said 'titties'," Hannah squealed, laughing.
 
Daniel was grateful for the opportunity to change the subject matter.  “Oh, yeah, the slave girl.  Delores and Aunt Edith said something about that.  Is this going to gross me out?”
 
Samantha snorted.  “I don’t think so, pretty boy.  This is actually right up your alley.”
 
“Yeah!” Edith yanked on his leash, pulling him off balance on purpose.  “Right up your alley!”
 
The freckled faced girl stared at him for a moment.  “You know, Edith’s right.  You do look like her … a lot like her, in fact.  I still can’t get over your little boobies.  A boy with boobies … that’s kinda creepy.”
 
Daniel looked away, shame warming his naked and chilled body.
 
While he tried to pretend he was somewhere else far, far away, the girls proceeded to talk about the movie and how the space princess had been captured by the alien smuggler and forced to be his slave. 
 
Daniel couldn’t help but listen and he was grateful for the distraction in more ways than one; the attention was away from him and his nudity, plus he was hearing a little bit more about the big movie.  He would have much rather seen it himself, as they ruined all the plot lines and big secrets with their silly talk, but at least this way he’d know a little bit about it the next time he saw his friends.
 
Oddly enough, the more he heard the more he was both fascinated and horrified.  Besides all the special effects, he would have given anything to have seen the space princess in her gold metal bikini, forced to serve her cruel alien master; at the same time he made the connection to his own unfortunate position and the irony of being trapped in a similar and arguably worse situation. 
 
“No doubt you’d have thought that was the best part of the movie,” quipped Samantha.  “You pervert!  You would have loved seeing that girl half naked in chains like that.  You’d have probably jacked off right there in the middle of the theater.”
 
Daniel was shocked to hear the tall skinny girl say such ugly words.  He felt a pang of guilt sweep through his entire body.  He hated talking about masturbation, not just with girls and women, but anybody; he didn’t even joke about it with the guys at school.  It all ran a little too close to home as far as he was concerned. 
 
Samantha gave him a smug grin.  “So, is this why you’re wearing a collar and leash?  Did your mommy get you a souvenir for you since you couldn’t go to the movie?  Isn’t pink a little prissy for a guy?”
 
“Oh, I like thith one way better than the one in the movie!” exclaimed Edith.  “Pink lookth good on our pretty Danny.  If I had my way he’d wear pink all the time!”
 
“Pink does suit him,” agreed Hannah.  “Sissy boys just love pink, and from what I’ve seen, Danny is just about the biggest sissy I know!”
 
“I’m not a sissy,” he grumbled as he carefully picked his way through the path. 
 
While they talked the three girls guided Daniel off the path into a small clearing in the woods.  There was an old abandoned church about the size of a small house.  Nobody ever went inside because some of the floor was rotted out and the structure was about to fall down.  Still, it was a neat place to explore, for those who knew it was there. 
 
On the edge of the clearing were a couple of old stone benches next to a huge old oak tree, forming a natural sitting place.  The girls each found a seat, encircling the naked boy and putting him in the middle.
 
Daniel dug his bare toe into the soft mossy ground.  He felt extra self-conscious with so many eyes watching him.
 
“So, what are we doing here? Can someone unhook my hands.”
 
Hannah grunted.  “We’re waiting for Jennifer McCarthy.  And no, they can't!” 
 
The naked lad froze.  He looked at Hannah with fear in his eyes.  “Waiting ... Jennifer … what for?”
 
The fat girl grinned.  “Why do you think?”
 
Daniel shook his head.  “No!  Wait … did you really?  You're kidding, right!  You didn’t really call her.  Did you?”
 
“Sure, I did. I did it just before we left the house.”  She glanced at her watch.  “She should be here, oh ... in about fifteen minutes or so.”
 
“Fifteen minutes?”  Daniel thought for a moment.  Jennifer lived over on French Avenue, which was about a five minute drive.  But if she walked … that would take at least ….
 
“Fifteen minutes,” he repeated in a whisper.
 
Hannah grinned.  “Like I said, naked boy, I called her before we left the house and told her to meet us here.  She’s not very smart, you know.  I just told her the truth.  I said that you lived next door and that you were in the woods and had something she might be interested in.”
 
The fat girl smiled, her buck teeth shining brightly between thin lips.  “Guess what that something is?”
 
Daniel looked around, trembling with fear.  The woods were so thick he couldn’t see very far, which was not good.  Was Hannah telling him the truth?  She couldn’t be.  Why would she call Jenny?  But … what if she did?  What if Hannah wasn’t kidding?  What if …?
 
“She’s really coming … here?” he croaked hoarsely. “Really?”
 
Hannah nodded.  “Yep, she’s really coming.  Really.”
 
“But … why did you do that?” he asked, his voice whining on the verge of crying.  “Hannah, no!  You can’t let her see me like this!  She’ll tell everybody she saw me naked!”
 
"That's what I'm counting on, slave boy," Hannah replied.
 
“Yeah, we know all about Jennifer McCarthy,” said Samantha.  “She’s got a big mouth, just like you do.  She’ll see you like this and the next thing you know, it’ll be all over school.  She’ll tell everybody all about how you were in the woods naked with those three dorky girls.  Won’t that be fun?  Just like how fun it was last summer when you told everybody that awful story about how you saw Hannah and her mom naked.  Between your big lie and Jennifer’s big fat mouth, Hannah's had to put up with that crap all semester!  So pardon me if I don't feel sorry for you!” 
 
“That wathn’t very nithe, Danny!” fussed Edith.  “You’re gonna get what you detherve!  Then we get to play ‘doctor’!  That’th gonna be fun!”
 
Daniel was terrified!  He couldn't believe he was really caught up in this mess. A quick look down at his naked body was a harsh reality check.
 
“Okay, okay, I get it.  I’m sorry.  I made a mistake.  I’ve already apologized more than once!  Can we please go back to the house before Jenny gets here?  Please?  Come on, Hannah, this isn’t funny!  I’m cold and I wanna go home!”
 
“Sorry, slave boy, but you had your fun and we’re going to have ours!” Hannah said bitterly.  “You put me and my mom through hell, now it’s your turn!  I can’t wait for Jennifer to see your teeny tiny little thing and your fat girlie butt!  That will be the talk of the school next week.  When everybody hears about her finding you naked nobody will even remember that lie you told about me and my mom!”
 
The tearful boy shook his head.  “But I already apologized for that!” he sobbed.  “And I got punished for it already, too!  That makes us even, Hannah!  You can’t punish me again, okay?”
 
The pimply faced girl pushed her glasses up her nose and smiled.  “I can do whatever I want.  And I don’t think you’re in much of a position to stop me.”
 
Daniel’s eyes dropped downward.  He saw his pale, plump body and winced to see how vulnerable and puny he looked.  The leather collar around his neck suddenly felt stiff and uncomfortable.  Hannah was right.  He was totally helpless and in her power.  A wave of dizziness swept over him and he felt his knees getting weaker by the moment.
 
“I’m skanky Jennifer McCarty!” Samantha said in a mocking voice.  “Guess what?  My boyfriend, Danny Gilbert told he saw Hannah Wilson naked!  Ew, gross!  And Hannah’s mom, too!  Ew!  He said they were having sex in their back yard … Ew!  Can you imagine how gross that was?  Ew!  Ew!  Ew!”
 
Daniel felt sick.  Samantha’s impression of Jennifer McCarty was shockingly real, not just in content, but the way she said it, right down to Jenny’s favorite words, “ew!” and “gross!”  Other girls said the same thing -- even Hannah -- but nobody said it the way Jennifer did.
 
“Danny Gilbert is a peeping tom and a little fat pervert!  Ew, gross!  I wonder what HE looks like naked?  Ew, gross!  I bet he’s got a teeny tiny weenie, that’s what I bet!  Oh, my god, and he’s got titties like a girl?  Ew!  Ew!  Ew!”
 
If he hadn’t known better Daniel would have thought Jenny was standing right there in front of him.  The memory of him spreading the rumor about Hannah was not a pleasant one and he felt ashamed as the tall skinny girl with the freckled face taunted him with it.
 
"Okay, okay ... I get it," Daniel said.  ""You don't have to be so mean!"
 
The naked lad winced to see all three girls grinning at him.  He tried not to think about how ridiculous he looked naked, especially his pointy nipples, his shrunken weiner and his bare bottom.  It was bad enough these three girls could see him, but if Jennifer saw him it would be the worst!
 
"Mean!  That was nice.  Just wait 'til the real Jennifer gets here!" Hannah grinned.  “Oh, yeah, Danny Gilbert, you got yours and now I’m gonna get mine.  And all I have to do is let your little girlfriend do all the work!”
 
“Please, Hannah … don’t ….”
 
There was a crackling sound in the woods and the flustered boy spun around, fully expecting to see Jennifer McCarthy standing behind him.  His heart dropped and … there was nothing.  He felt an instant of relief, but he knew it was short lived.  At any moment the girl of his dreams would be along and his life would then be over. 
 
“You know, Hannah,” Samantha said in very dramatic, conspiratorial tone of voice, “we could make a deal.”
 
The fat girl turned to her friend with a mocking, inquisitive look on her face.  “A deal?  Whatever do you mean, Sambo?  What kind of deal?”
 
“Well, if Danny here was cooperative and agreed to do whatever we said,” – the skinny girl with the freckles paused for dramatic effect – “we could go back to the house before Jennifer gets here.”
 
Hannah shook her head.  "I don't know ...."
 
Daniel nodded his head with nervous enthusiasm.  He knew he was being toyed with.  He also knew he was in a bad spot.
 
“Okay, okay, I’ll do whatever you guys say.  Let’s just get out of here!  Please, before Jenny shows up?”
 
Hannah held her hand up.  “Hold on, slave boy.  It’s not just that easy.  This isn’t just about me.  We’re all in this together, okay?  You have to promise to do whatever we all say.”
 
"You mean ... Samantha and Edith, too?"  The tearful lad shrugged.  “Oh ... okay, sure. I'll do whatever you all say."  He frowned.  "But ... for how long?”
 
Hannah laughed.  “For how long?  Oh, I don't know ... how about the rest of your life!”
 
Daniel Gilbert froze.  What?  Did she really say that?  For the rest of …?  What?
 
“What do you mean, the rest of my life?”
 
Edith suddenly spoke up.  “It’th pretty thimple, Danny.  You have to do whatever we say for the retht of your life.  It’th either that … or we let that thlutty thkank Jennifer McCarthy ruin your life.  Jutht like you tried to ruin our Hannahth.”
 
Daniel blinked.  “What did she …?”
 
Samantha sighed.  “She said you do what we say or we let slutty skanky Jennifer ruin your life like you tried to do Hannah’s.”  She looked over at Edith and winked.  “That’s the deal, naked boy.  Take it or leave it.”
 
By this time Daniel’s anger had built up enough to become defiant.  “I can’t do that!  I'm NOT going to do that!  I’m not going to do everything you guys say for the rest of my life!  I don’t care if you do let Jennifer see me like this!  I’ll just tell her what happened and she’ll be on my side!  You just wait and see!  I’m not scared of you guys!”
 
“Oh yeah, Jennifer McCarthy is going to be on your side all right” Samantha sneered.  “She’s going to rat you out just like she did Mary Beth last week in class.  Remember that, how she got caught cheating on her exam and blamed it all on Mary Beth?”
 
Daniel watched in amazement as the skinny Samantha went into her mocking Jennifer impression once again.  It was like hearing the girl of his dreams at her very worst. 
 
“Oh, no, teacher, I don’t know anything about that.  Ew!  I would never cheat, I promise!  It must have been Mary Beth.  Ew, gross!  I would never cheat on a test, I promise!  Ew!”
 
Hannah laughed.  “Yep, that’s about how it sounded.  Funny, how they were best friends up until that happened.  But Jennifer didn’t care.  She doesn’t care anything about anybody but herself.  And it almost got Mary Beth thrown out of school!”
 
Edith nodded vigorously.  “And what about that time Jennifer thtole Karen Brown’th diary and let everybody read about how the wath in love with that high thcool boy?  Karen wath her friend, too, but Jennifer didn’t care one little bit.”
 
“Ew!” Samantha said in her mocking Jennifer McCarthy voice.  “Can you imagine Karen Brown making out with that high school boy?  How gross!  Karen is such a whore!  Ew!  She is so gross!”
 
Hannah giggled.  “It was gross, but Jennifer should have kept her mouth shut.  It wasn’t her business.”
 
Samantha snorted.  “I’m Jennifer McCarthy and I can say anything I want!  Oooo, I can’t wait to see Danny Gilbert all naked!  I bet he looks gross, too!  I’m going to tell everybody in school all about his teeny tiny weenie!”
 
"How about hith itty bitty tittieth?" teased Edith.
 
The little girl with the froggy face turned to Daniel and shook her head.  “Danny, honey, thee what we’re talking about?  Jennifer McCarthy ith one mean little bithch!  If you think the’th going to keep a thecret for you, you’re thadly mithtaken.”
 
It was Hannah’s turn to snort.  “You heard her, slave boy.  Do what we say or we leave you to your gossipy little girlfriend.  It’s your choice.”
 
Daniel thought for a moment.  It was easy to imagine Jennifer McCarthy saying exactly those words.  As much as he loved looking at her and being around her, he knew she was not exactly a nice person to people she didn’t like.  He could only imagine the misery he would endure if she told his friends how she saw him naked. 
 
Still, he couldn’t do it.  He shook his head.  “But … I can’t ….  For the rest of my life … do whatever you guys want?  I can’t do that!  This weekend maybe, but not the rest of my life!”
 
The fat blond girl pushed her glasses up her nose and sighed.  “Okay, well, we tried.  I’m getting tired of this game anyway.  Edith, give me the leash.”
 
Daniel watched with dread as Hannah took the pink leather strap from her small friend.  A hard yank was enough to make him follow her over to the enormous oak tree that shaded their sitting area.  His bare feet hurt as he stepped nimbly over the rough roots and fallen limbs.
 
“Wha - … what are you going to do to me?”
 
“I’m not doing anything to you,” she said quietly.  “I’m just going to make sure you don’t run off before your crappy girlfriend gets here.”
 
“That is going to be sooooooooo great!” Samantha said with a huge grin on her face. 
 
Daniel was startled as he felt Hannah’s warm hand press against his bare chest, forcing him back against the tree.  The cool, rough bark against his naked back was a shock to the system and he suddenly felt scared.  He was trapped, frightened and helpless before the three girls and he didn’t know what to do.
 
“No … please … don’t ….”
 
It took Hannah a couple of minutes, but when she was done Daniel was in a very vulnerable, very humiliating position indeed. His hands were now behind his head, locked in place by the antique handcuffs and the shiny metal snap link to the ring in his collar.  The leash had been wrapped around a stout limb just a few inches above and looped through itself, making escape impossible for the naked seventh grader. 
 
"You ... you're not going to leave like this, are you?"
 
"Um-hmm ... and why not?  It's pretty exciting if you think about it.  Just like in your little adventure stories."  She raised an eyebrow and gave him a cruel smile.  “Only this is REAL!”
 
Daniel did feel like a prisoner of war in one of his father's magazines, but this was much, much worse; without clothes and with his hands bound behind his head, his private parts, his bare belly and whole body was open to view to the three grinning girls.  They could do anything they wanted to him if they wanted.  He never felt so helpless – and humiliated – in his entire life!
 
"I hate this," whispered the trembling school boy.
 
“Come on, Edith … Sambo.”  Hannah motioned to her friends to follow her.  “Let’s let slave boy here wait for his skanky girlfriend.”
 
Daniel shook his head, not quite sure he heard her correctly.  The tinkling sound of the little bell on his collar was irritating and embarrassing.
 
"You ... you're not really leaving me like this are you?  Hannah, no ... please!  Not like this!  Not again!  Please don't leave me here!"
 
Hannah smiled.  “Hey, you had your chance.  Since you have so much faith in your skanky girlfriend, then you can just let her be in charge of your life.  We were going to keep what we do secret between the three of us, but Jennifer ….”
 
“Oh, yeah!  Jennifer will make sure she tells everybody in school all about this,” Samantha added with a sneer in her voice.  “You could have kept this quiet, just Hannah, Edith and me.  We know how to keep a secret.  But that’s all right … Jennifer will take care of you just like you took care of Hannah!”
 
That didn’t make the naked lad feel any better.  If anything it made him feel worse.
 
The three started to leave.  But then Edith stopped.
 
“Hold on guyth!  I forgot thomething.”
 
Daniel watched through blurry eyes as the little girl limped close to him.  For an instant he hoped she would let him go.  It turned out things weren’t quite that simple.
 
“Hey, Danny, would you like the handcuff key?” she cooed playfully.  “Jennifer can’t let you go without it.  I owe you that much, at leatht.”
 
“I guess so,” he replied.  
 
The bewildered lad watched as Edith pulled something shiny from her pocket.  He immediately recognized it as the key to the handcuffs he’d been wearing most of the day. 
 
“What the …?  I thought you swallowed that!”
 
"I did!"  The little girl grinned. 
 
She popped the key into her mouth.  Daniel’s eyes went wide with horror as she made a curious movement with her neck and then opened her mouth.  The key was gone, of course. 
 
“No, not again!  Edith, come on … how am I going to get loose …?”
 
“Geez, don’t be thuch a crybaby, you big crybaby! Watch and learn thomething.”
 
The odd little girl then a little burping sound.  Daniel’s jaw dropped to see her smile brightly, revealing the handcuff key between her lips. 
 
“Ta-daaaa!” she said through clenched teeth.  “See, it’th a magic trick!  Pretty neat, huh?” 
 
The confused lad nodded his head.  This was undoubtedly the weirdest thing he’d ever seen … and it was the last thing he needed considering his vulnerable situation.
 
Edith wiggled her eyebrows with mischievous glee.  “I had to cough it up before we ate lunch.  Good thing, or elthe it might have gotten fluthed down the toilet thometime tomorrow.”
 
“Ew, Edith!  Too much information!” cried Samantha.
 
Hannah shook her head.  “I gotta go with Sambo on that one, munchkin.  Do you have to talk about your poop?”
 
The little girl giggled.  She then turned toward Daniel with her tongue sticking out.  The naked boy could see the handcuff key laying across her tongue.  He thought he was supposed to do something, but he didn’t know what.
 
The impish girl pulled her tongue back in and grinned.  “Well?” she cooed.  “What are you waiting for?  Take it!”  She then stuck her tongue back out, the key laying on top of it like some sort of childish offering.
 
Daniel struggled for a moment, then sighed.  “I can’t … my hands.”
 
The little girl with the froggy face and thick glasses moved in closer, until they were nose to nose.  She tilted her head as she moved in, as if she was going to give him a kiss. 
 
“Then uthe your mouth, thilly,” she whispered.
 
"Yeah, use your mouth, silly," Hannah repeated mockingly.
 
“Use my mouth …?”  The naked boy blinked. 
 
Daniel felt his heart flutter.  Was she serious?  She wanted him to use his mouth?  But … that would just like kissing her!  And kissing frog-faced, four-eyed Edith McAdams on the mouth was NOT something he wanted to do.
 
The confused lad looked up at the other two girls and saw them grinning at him.  Hannah tapped her watch and looked toward the path to the house. 
 
“We ain’t got all day, Edith.  Hurry up so naked boy can keep his rendezvous with his slutty bimbo girlfriend.”
 
Daniel sighed.  As much as he hated the idea of kissing an ugly girl like Edith, he hated being naked even more.  Maybe if he got the key he could get loose and get away before Jennifer got there.  But first he had to get the key ….
 
“Oh, okay. I’ll do it.” 
 
Edith’s face lit up and he heard the two other girls giggle.  Taking a deep breath he opened his mouth – just a bit – and closed his eyes.  He could smell the scent of … licorice? … as the odd little girl moved in close and pressed her plump lips against his. 
 
First it was a light kiss, teasing and gentle.  He waited for the key, but it didn’t seem to be there.  He was about to protest, but then she moved in for a second kiss, this one forceful and overpowering and wet.  His eyes opened as something – Edith’s tongue, as it turned out – forced his mouth open and he succumbed to being French kissed with a power that quite literally took his breath away.  The taste of licorice was strong.  He hated licorice, but for some reason he didn’t mind it at that moment.  He would remember this kiss for a long time to come.
 
“Ew!” squalled Samantha in the background.  “This is even more gross that I thought it would be.  How can she do that with him?”

“Shut up, Sambo,” growled Hannah.  “Let the little munchkin have her fun.  He’s not a bad kisser, actually.  You ought to give it a try.”
 
There was a gagging sound, then Samantha’s voice went “Eeeeew!” again.
 
Daniel forced himself to relax as he was being kissed by the odd little girl.  It was actually a very nice experience – much nicer than he expected – and he found himself resisting less and engaging more.  If his situation wasn’t so desperate, he might have wanted it to go on a lot longer.
 
When Edith finally pulled away Daniel felt something in his mouth.  It was the key!  He was so excited he almost swallowed it!  He quickly tucked it in the side of his mouth for safekeeping.
 
The trembling boy then opened his eyes.  He felt conflicted as the homely little girl looked up at him.  How could someone so weird looking be such a good kisser?
 
“Wow, that was pretty nithe!  Thankth, Danny!”  She winked at him through her thick glasses and smiled a very sweet smile.  He decided that she was actually kind of cute, despite her odd looks. 
 
“Jutht think, if you had agreed to go with uth, we could do that all the time.”  She then turned away while shrugging her shoulders.  “But you didn’t, tho, oh well, nithe kithing you.”
 
Daniel would have put his plan into action, but … well, the only problem was, he didn’t really have a plan.  Well, that is to say he hadn’t really thought it out.  He had the key, sure, but with his hands trapped behind his head it was practically useless.  If he couldn’t reach his hands he couldn’t free them.  And if he couldn’t free his hands he couldn’t get loose from the leash.  And if he couldn’t get loose from the leash, he couldn’t ….
 
"Noooo!" he cried.  "I still can't get loose!"
 
"Imagine that," snorted Samantha.  “Geez, Danny, what did you expect?  You’re not very smart, are you?”
 
Hannah laughed.  “How do you think he ended up in this situation in the first place?”
 
The naked lad jerked on his bonds.  “It’s not fair!  You tricked me!  Let me go!”
 
“But Danny, the thow isn’t over yet,” little Edith said with a dramatic flair.  “And now for my nextht trick ….”
 
Daniel moved the key around in his mouth as he watched the odd looking girl with the pug nose and round glasses pulled a long piece of cloth from her pocket.  It had a bright floral pattern, pink and lavender mostly, and appeared to be made of something similar to silk.  She grinned as she held it up for him to look at.
 
“Thee?  It almotht matcheth your pretty pink collar!”  Edith wiggled her eyebrows in a playful manner.  “You’re probably wondering what I’m going to do with thith, aren’t you?” 
 
The baffled lad nodded, triggering a wave of giggles among the girls.  The little girl spun the colorful scarf between her hands until it resembled a twisted length of silk rope.  She held it up for him to see.
 
“It’th a blindfold, thilly boy.  Well, it’th acthually a thcarf, but it maketh a great blindfold.  Want to thee?”
 
Daniel shook his head slowly and deliberately.  The pit of his stomach suddenly felt queasy.  “No … not really.”
 
Edith giggled.  “Good, cauthe that’th the idea!”
 
Before he could stop her, the little misshapened girl moved in close and wrapped the silken bond around his face, covering his eyes and tying it tightly in place behind his head.  It happened so fast his eyelashes got trapped in his eyes, causing more than a little pain and bringing out the tears and cries for relief.
 
“Ow, Edith!  That hurts!  Please, don’t do this to me … ooooowwwww!  You got something in my eyes and it really hurts!  Please, let me go!  Don’t leave me like this!  Please?  Please, Edith?  It hurts … please let me go.  Pleeeeeeeease?”
 
Plead as he might, Daniel got very little sympathy from his captors.  The weird thing is, they didn't say a word.  He fussed and he fumed and he finally realized that for all he knew, he could be alone.  He caught his breath, paused … and listened for signs of life around him.
 
“Hello?  Edith?  Hannah?”  Nothing.  “Samantha?”
 
He struggled against his bonds and tried to reach the blindfold and pull it loose.  He couldn’t, of course, no more than he could release his hands with the key that he had tucked in the side of his mouth.  He felt hopeless with no clothes, blind as a newborn kitten and tied to a tree by that stupid collar and leash.  A sweeping sense of fear caused him to cry out for help. 
 
“Hannah, I know you’re here!  Make her take this thing off me!  I can’t see and it hurts!  Please, Hannah, don’t leave me like this!  Not again … not after being locked up in the closet … I’m tired and I want to go home.  Please, Hannah, let me go!  LET!  ME!  GOOOOOOO!!!”
 
The flustered boy calmed down again and listened, but he could hardly hear a thing except for the birds chirping and the sound of the creek several yards away ... and the fairylike tinkle of the bell around his neck. 
 
"Stupid bell!  I hate this!"
 
Daniel froze as still as he could.  He thought he could hear someone whisper, then laugh, but it was hard to tell for certain.  As far as he knew the girls were already down the path. 
 
"They really left me.  Crap!"
 
He took a deep breath and tried to assess his situation.  No matter how he added it up, his plight was a miserable one.  He was alone.  In the woods.  Naked and blind.  And chained to a tree.  With no way to get loose … or protect himself … or even cover up his private parts. 
 
“Don’t leave me like this!” he cried out.  “Please, Hannah!  Edith!  Samantha!” 
 
A chorus of girlish voices suddenly yelled back, “You had your chance, Danny Gilbert!  You’ll be sorryyyyyy ….” This was followed by a flurry of gleeful laughter. 
 
Daniel was shocked to hear how far away the girls were already.  They really were going to leave him alone, tied naked to that darned tree on a stupid leash … just like a dog!  He tugged and pulled at his bonds.  He’d already spent the better part of his day alone in the dark, hanging in a closet, alone and scared.  He wasn’t about to go through all that again. 
 
Maybe Hannah Wilson was bluffing.  Maybe this was just her little joke and she was just trying to scare him.  Surely she wouldn’t leave him trapped there for very long. 
 
“No way,” he muttered to himself.  “She’s just giving me a hard time.  That’s it … she’s just getting back at me.”
 
But what if – and he felt ill just thinking about this – what if she was telling the truth?  What if Jennifer really did show up … and she saw him like this … naked and chained to that stupid tree?  Oh, good lord, his world would fall completely apart!  He’d be ruined!  It was bad enough this ugly trio saw him naked, but Jennifer, as much as he liked her, she would make sure the whole world knew his dirty little secret. 
 
“Oh god … oh god … no, please … don’t let this be real ….”
 
Daniel felt a panic coming on.  He’d made a mistake.  Even if the terrible trio of girls was just teasing him, he couldn’t take the chance.  If Jennifer really did show up in the next few minutes, he was doomed.  He couldn’t let that happen.  Why in the world did he even think about refusing to do whatever it was Hannah and her friends wanted?
 
“Hannaaaaaaaaaaah!!!  COME BACK!!!  I’LL DO IT!  I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY!!!  DON’T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!!!  HANNAAAAAAAAAH!!!” 
 
He took another deep breath and yelled again. 
 
“I PROMISE HANNAAAAAAAAAH!!!  I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY!!!  FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!  I PROMISE!!!
 
“JUST DON’T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!!!"
 
"HANNAAAAAAH!”
 
“Oh god … oh god … don’t let this be real ….”
 
"HANNAAAAAAH!”
 
 
*                *               *
 
 
“Oh, hey Mom!” Hannah Wilson entered the kitchen breathless and in an obvious hurry.  She ran past her mother and Mrs. Gilbert and Danny's aunt with an urgency that hadn't been evident in quite some time.  “Can’t stay.  I’m just here for minute.  I just need to get something from the basement.”
 
Mrs. Wilson nodded, giving her guests a bewildered smile.  “Um, okay.  Where are Danny and the girls?  Is everything all right?”
 
“Oh, everything’s fine.  Sambo and Edith are watching Danny.  They’re out back somewhere.”  The plump girl grinned mysteriously.  “We’re, uh, just hanging around playing and … you know, having some fun.”
 
“Playing and having some fun, hmm?”  Daniel’s Aunt Margerite smiled as the excited teenager disappeared down the basement steps.  “What kind of fun, I wonder?”
 
Delores Gilbert shook her head.  “I’m almost afraid to ask.”
 
A minute later the plump girl ran back into the kitchen, a ping pong paddle and a coil of clothesline in one hand and one of the infamous men's magazines in the other.  All three women broke out in smiles, then began laughing.
 
“Oh, my,” giggled Margerite.  “It looks like someone is in for an interesting time.”
 
“Is that really necessary?” Mrs. Wilson asked as she stared at the slender cord and the paddle. The concern in her voice contrasted with the smile on her face.  “Nobody’s going to get hurt, are they?”
 
"No."  Hannah blushed.  She stuck the paddle in the back pocket of her jeans.   “Well, yeah, probably a little.  We just thought it might be fun.”
 
Mrs. Gilbert gave a little titter.  “You go right ahead, Hannah.  I trust you.  Do what you think is necessary.  I’m sure you’re not giving him any worse than he gave you last summer.  If there are any problems at all I’ll back you up.”
 
The pimply faced girl grinned.  “Don’t worry, Mrs. Gilbert.  We’ve got everything under control.”
 
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” cooed the smiling woman. 
 
“And what exactly are you going to do with that?"  Hannah's mother looked at the magazine in her daughter's hand.  On the cover a young woman was hanging upside down, her legs spread eagle, surrounded by a tribe of fierce looking warriors.  "Or do I even want to know?”
 
“Oh, sorry.”  Hannah smiled sheepishly and rolled the magazine up in a belated effort to hide the offending illustration.  She gave her mother a kiss on the forehead as she headed for the back door.  “Well, see ya later!  Gotta go!”
 
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” trilled Daniel’s plump but sexy Aunt Margerite.
 
"Well, that could be anything!" retorted Mrs. Gilbert. 
 
The sound of womanly giggles and laughter followed the teenager out of the house.  That gave her great comfort and reenergized her confidence.  Hannah had to grin.  It felt wonderful to have these smart, attractive women giving her so much power. 
 
“This is the best day of my life!” she said as she headed toward the woods.
 
 
*                *               *
 
 
Daniel stood naked at the base of the giant oak tree for quite a while before he heard the sound of leaves and sticks rustling nearby.  At first he tried to ignore the odd series of snaps, crackles and pops, but then he could have sworn he heard someone cough and then clear their throat.  A chill went down his spine as he slowly realized that someone or something was definitely moving through the woods! 
 
He tried to convince himself it was all just random noise and he ignored it.  But then it got louder and louder.  It was definitely a person shuffling through the debris that covered the forest floor.  He listened carefully and finally determined that the crunching and crackling was coming directly toward him.  He tried to see who it was, but Edith had done such a good job on his blindfold he just as well had been born blind. 
 
“Hello?” he whispered.  “Hellooooooo?  Hannah, is that you?  Edith?  Samantha?”
 
“Anybody?”
 
The sound paused for a moment and he thought he heard whispering.  He moved the useless key in his mouth from one cheek to the other, then sighed.  The near silence just made him even more desperate, for he knew somebody was there.  Why weren’t they saying anything? 
 
"Stupid blindfold!  Stupid Edith!"
 
The panicked lad took a deep breath and tried to think.  He’d made a mistake, a horrible, stupid awful mistake.  He should have just done what the girls wanted and lived with it.  It wasn’t like they’d really make him do all this stuff the rest of his life, right?  He took a deep breath and nodded.  Yeah, he’d messed up.  He should have done whatever they wanted, at least until he had the chance to get home and get some clothes on.  At least then he wouldn’t be in the mess he was in now!
 
There was that sound again.  Daniel bit his lip and then cried out, “Hannah?  Is that you?  Come on, guys, this isn’t funny!  Edith?  Samantha?  Hannaaaaaaaaaaah!”
 
The snapping and cracking resumed, putting him into a fierce panic.  He hoped and prayed it was Hannah and the girls.  They weren’t exactly his favorite people to be around, but if anybody else saw him bound and naked like this, he would just die!
 
“Hannah?  Samantha?  Edith?”  Nothing. 
 
He cleared his throat and croaked, “Jennifer?”
 
That’s when he heard someone giggle.  A chill ran down his spine as he realized that they – she or he … or whoever it was – was right in front of him.  He turned his head to the left and to the right to see if he could hear something, breathing, whispering, anything.  There was nothing.  He strained his ears but, again, all he could hear were the birds chirping and the sound of running water in the distance. 
 
“Daaaaaaanieeeeeeel ….” whispered a breathy, feminine voice.
 
The stunned lad froze, holding his breath and not daring to move.  Did he hear correctly?  Did someone just say his name?  It sounded like it, but it might have been his imagination.
 
“Ooooh, Daaaaanieeeeel ….”
 
There it was again, the soft, airy whisper, this time followed by another giggle.  Daniel tried not to scream or do anything to make things worse.  As if that was possible.
 
“Jennifer?  Is that you?” he whispered.
 
There was that giggle again, only this time it was practically in his ear!  The panicked boy pulled against his bonds.  That stupid blindfold kept him from seeing them, her, it … whoever!  He was desperate to get loose!  The problem was, he was stuck and there wasn’t a thing he could do but wait impatiently for his mysterious guest to do or say something.  But all he could hear was silence.  Painful, excruciating silence.
 
“Jennifer, is that you?  I can hear you!  Jennifer?  Hello?  Anybody?”
 
Daniel sighed.  Hannah was right and he knew it.  If this really was Jennifer McCarthy he was doomed.  As much as he liked her, he knew Jennifer could be mean spirited and cruel.  Seeing him like this would make her the queen of their little social circle.  If any of his friends from school ever heard about him being found naked in the woods, well, that would be the end of life as he knew it.  He’d have to go into hiding, maybe even witness protection, and start all over again in another town!
 
Maybe even another country, he thought to himself.
 
The frightened boy jumped as he heard another sound.  There it went again, a light, musical giggle, followed by a soft lilting whisper.  And it was very, very close ….
 
“Ooooh Daaaaanieeeeeel … I see you, Daniel Gilbert.  I see you in your naked birthday suit ….”
 
The horrified lad froze.  It was definitely Jennifer McCarthy!  He’d recognize the sound of her soft, girlish voice anywhere, having heard it class and during study hall.  She was always calling him “Daniel” and not “Danny,” which he hated.  He loved hearing her say his name.  It usually made him feel funny inside. 
 
Today it just made him feel sick.
 
“I see you, Daniel Gilbert,” the melodious voice repeated.  “I see you in your birthday suuuuuuuuuuit ….”
 
“Jenny, is that you?” the naked twelve year old whispered back.
 
“Mmmm-hmmm.  I came as soon as I could.  That girl Hannah said you wanted to talk to me.  She said you had something you wanted to show me.  I had no idea this was what she meant.  What in the world are you doing here naked?  Mmmmm, mmmmm … this is veeeerrrrrry interesting ….”
 
For an instant Daniel remembered the pretty, fair face that went with the lilting voice.  He imagined the look Jennifer so often gave him, the perfect smile and tilt of her head … the long, perfect blond curls and fluttering eyelashes.  Sometimes he would jack off just thinking about being near her … after all, that’s what twelve year old boys do, right?
 
And then he remembered where he was … and the ridiculousness of his situation.  His moment of comfort turned to despair and he knew his reputation and his life were in someone else’s hands.
 
“Really, how come you’re all naked?" the girlish voice cooed.  "Did you do this for me?  Or maybe you got kidnapped by some pretty girls.”  There was that giggle again.  “Wow, nice collar! And it’s pink and sparkly.  Very cute!  Oooo, look … a little bell!”
 
Daniel winced as curious fingers touched his neck and played with the pink leather collar fastened around his neck.  The tinkling of the silver bell made him feel even more ashamed.
 
“Oh look, dog tags!  Really?  What do they say ...?  My name is Danni … I belong to … Hannah Wilson?”  This time she laughed an evil, mischievous laugh.  “Oh, my god!  Danny!  What’s with that?  Is Hannah your girlfriend or something?  Do you belong to her now?  Is that why her name is on this cute little dog tag?”
 
“Jennifer, please, oh please, help me,” Daniel said weakly.  “Please, Jenny, don’t look at that!  Please?  I didn’t want you to see that!  Hannah and these two other girls did this to me!  Please, you got to hurry and let me go before they come back!”
 
There was a moment of silence, followed by a soft whisper, then some more giggling.
 
“You’re telling me that Hannah … Hannah Wilson … did this?  Hannah Wilson from school got you naked … and tied you up like this?”  A trill of girlish laughter filled the air.  “You’re teasing me, right?  You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”
 
Daniel nodded his head.  “But she did!  She and her friends did this to me!  Please, Jennifer, you’ve got to help me!  Please, I’ve got a key to ….”
 
The frightened lad paused.  Yes, he had a key.  But what was he thinking?  He couldn’t tell Jennifer about the handcuff key.  He still didn’t know if he could trust her.  If he offered it to her now she might set him free.  And then again, she might not.  What if he gave her the key and she took off with it?  As far as he knew it was the only key in the world that could set him free.  If she kept it or lost it, he’d be stuff in those danged handcuffs for who knew how long.  And that was the one thing he surely didn’t want to happen! 
 
No, he would not give her the key.  But maybe he could get her to do something else.
 
“Jenny, please don’t look at me!  How ‘bout this … go get my stepmom.  Please?  She’s over at Hannah’s house.  Please go get her so she can come let me loose!  Please, Jenny?  Please????”
 
He waited for a moment, then he heard the giggling again.  That was followed by the whispering voice.  It was right next to his ear.  He about had a heart attack, he was so scared.
 
“I see you, Daniel Gilbert,” the soft voice said.  “I see you and now I know what you look like in your little naked birthday suit.  Ew, you’re all fat and gross!  What’s up with those little girl boobies?  And your little weenie is so teeny!  You look like a fat little baby!  Eeeeeeeewwww!!!  You look like a girl!”
 
The naked boy couldn’t help but giggle involuntarily as curious fingers went up and down his naked body, tickling and exploring his soft, plump flesh.  With his hands locked behind his head he was helpless to resist.
 
“Nooohohohehehehe!  Stop it!  Please, Jennifer … hehehehehe … please don’t tickle … don’t … tickle … meeeeeeheheheheheheeeee!”
 
“What’s the matter, Daniel?  I thought you were all upset.  How come you’re laughing? Hmm?  Hmmm?”
 
Despite his protests the probing and groping only increased.  The tickling along his sides was enhanced by the sudden flicking and pinching of his nipples.  He bit his lip as a hand cupped his plump breast and then gave it a cruel squeeze.
 
“Ew, this is gross!  You’ve got boobs and a dick?  How did that happen?”
 
Daniel blushed as the curious hand traveled up and down his belly and then rested against his bald pubic area.  He suddenly realized how absurd he must look, his pointy breasts contrasting with a small penis the size of a button. To make things even worse – if that was possible! – the area between his legs were smooth and hairless.  He took a deep breath and tried to pretend he wasn’t naked, which was difficult under the circumstances. 
 
“Eeeeeew!  I can’t believe how little your thing is,” Jennifer’s voice said.  “It’s like a little baby’s weenie!  Eeeeeew!  This is soooooo GROSS!!!”
 
“I’m sorry ….”  Daniel gasped as the warm hand slid in between his legs and groped his balls and penis.
 
“No wait,” he whined helplessly.  “Please, Jenny … what are you doing …?”
 
Despite his protests the forceful hand pressed against his small, limp member, then completely cupped his pubic mound.  He gasped as curious fingers slipped up under his balls and the little area of skin between them and his butthole.  He tried pressing his thighs together, but froze when the sweaty hand suddenly squeezed his balls. 
 
“Nuh-uh-uuuuuuh,” the soft girlish voice whispered.  “Don’t do that or you might get hurt.  Open up so Jenny can play ….”
 
Struggling to keep standing upright, the fearful lad reluctantly spread his legs.  The hand burrowed in further and the probing continued.  He squirmed uncomfortably as one of the fingertips caressed his hole and took his breath away.
 
“No … don’t … please, don’t touch me there,” he softly sobbed.
 
“Why not?  You like the idea of touching girls there, don’t you?  You’d like to touch me there, wouldn’t you?  At least that’s what you keep telling all your friends isn’t it?  Hmm?  Hmmm?”
 
Daniel bit his lip.  He couldn’t argue that fact, not now at least.  He’d heard the other boys talking about girls and he’d gotten caught up in telling lies with them.  He’d suggested that he’d gotten his hands down in Jennifer’s pants, but he had no idea she knew that.  Now he was regretting everything he ever said or thought about touching a girl in her private parts. 
 
“Yikes!”  He winced as the finger pressing against his bottom hole made momentary penetration.  Suddenly the hand pulled away, but not before cupping his testicles and giving them another painful squeeze.
 
“Ooooh!  Please, be careful ….”
 
The cruel hand then slowly slid up his belly, then his chest and his neck.  Daniel started to say something, but he was interrupted as the intrepid fingers reached his chin and pressed against his lips.  He was surprised as they tried to force its way into his mouth.  The aroma was familiar and alarming.  He almost gagged as he realized this was the same hand that had just pulled on his penis and touched his butthole. 
 
“No, please, don’t ….”
 
The horrified lad was repulsed by what was happening and he desperately resisted … at first.  A hand suddenly pinched his nose, blocking his breathing and forcing him to gasp for breath.  The next thing he knew he had the offending fingers deep in his mouth.  The odor and taste was just awful and he felt violated as his mouth was rudely explored and probed. 
 
“What the matter, Daniel?” the lilting voice asked.  “How do you like how you taste?  Ew, I bet it’s pretty nasty, hmmm?  Don’t you dare bite me!”
 
“Mmmmmph!  Aaaaargh!” Daniel gagged as the intrusive fingers went to the back of his throat.  He choked and tried to spit.  He felt a sudden pain in his nipple, which only added to his agony.
 
“Stop struggling and suck my fingers.”  There was giggling, followed by some odd whispering.  “You heard me!  Suck my fingers!”
 
The helpless boy obeyed, but he was disgusted with himself and his situation.  He tried to spit the invaders out, but only got more grief for his effort.
 
“Don’t you bite me, Daniel Gilbert!”  He shuddered as a hand brushed back his long dark blond hair and the whispering mouth breathed warm, moist air into his ear.  “You bite me and I might bite you back!”
 
A sudden, stinging pinch on tip of his penis punctuated the threat.  The mortified child tried not to cry as the fingers suddenly withdrew from his mouth.  He felt awful as they smeared his spit down his chin to his neck and his naked breasts.
 
“You hurt me,” Daniel whined as he pressed his legs together.  “My wiener really hurts!”
 
“So?”  There was that giggle again.  “Ew, that little thing is so gross!  Nobody’s going to miss it if it gets pinched off.  You know, if I knew you looked like this with no clothes on I’d never want you as my boyfriend in the first place.  Your little weeny is so teeny tiny!  And boobies on a boy?  Ew!  That’s even more gross!”
 
“Jenny, please don’t be mean!”  Daniel felt so ashamed, but he had to convince this cruel girl to help him get free.  “Please, can you please go get my stepmom for me?  Please?”
 
“Shhh, not so loud,” the teasing voice whispered.  “There’s other people in the woods.  If you’re too loud they might hear us and I don’t think you want that, do you?”
 
The terrified lad bit his lip.  He then nodded.  It was bad enough a bunch of girls from school had seen him without his clothes.  He didn’t want total strangers seeing him, too.
 
“Can you help me get away?” he asked.  “I can’t get loose and need help.  Can you go get my stepmom?”
 
There was a long silence, then another giggle. 
 
“I don’t think so, Danni with an 'i' ...” the soft, fairy like voice replied.  Daniel felt fingers caress his throat.  "Remember, you don't belong to me.  You belong to Han-naaaaaah!"
 
Daniel frowned.  "No I don't!  Don't say that!"
 
“I think I’m going to leave you here.  I’ve got some friends I want to see this.  They won’t believe me if I tell them I saw Daniel Gilbert naked.  You are so gross – ew, you look like a big old baby!  I’ve got to show them what you look like!  I can’t wait to show them your gross little weenie and your big fat ugly butt!  Just wait ‘til everybody at school hears how I found you and then they get to see your teeny tiny weenie and girlie boobies!”
 
“Nooooo … please, Jenny, don’t let anybody see me like this!  Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them about this … or let them see me ….”  The panicked lad’s voice cracked as he struggled to say the right words.  “Please, no … don’t do it!  Please, no!  Jenny … Jenny …?”
 
The sound of footsteps in the woods receded as slowly and painfully as they had approached.  The only difference was the sound of humming and singing. 
 
“I can’t wait to tell on you … tell on you … tell on you … I can’t wait to tell on you, Daniel Gilbert ….” 
 
“I’m telling everybody I knooo-oooooow ….”
 
 
***
 
 
Hannah was breathless with excitement as she met up with her friends along the path to the old abandoned church.  Samantha and Edith both were also flush faced and beaming with pleasure.  She hadn’t seen either of them so happy since, well, ever since she first met them, she imagined.
 
“So?” she whispered.  “How did it go?”
 
Edith was the first to speak.  She was so fidgety she was practically jumping up and down.  Her whispering lisp was even more difficult than usual, but the other two girls quickly picked up on what she was trying to say. 
 
“Holy thit, Hannah, it wath great!  You thould have been there!  Thamantha had him fooled completely!  It was thoooo thweet!”
 
The heavy blond girl looked surprised.  “So he really fell for it?  No shit?”
 
“No shit is right,” Samantha said with an evil grin.  “I’m as surprised as you are.  I mean, I can’t believe he’s so stupid.  I just went into ‘skank mode’ and took off from there.  He really thought I was Jennifer!  All those acting lessons my mom makes me take are paying off, I guess.”
 
“And I got to touch him thome more!” Edith exclaimed proudly. 
 
Samantha rolled her eyes.  “Yes, and Edith did all the touching.  Blech!  Boys are so gross!  His wiener isn’t any bigger than my little pinky!  Oh, my god, you really need to wash your hands, gremlin.  I can’t believe you put your fingers in his mouth!”
 
“She did what?”  Hannah blinked and shook her head.  “Edith, why the heck would you put your fingers in his mouth?” 
 
“She just about jacked him off,” said Samantha.  “Then she put her fingers in his mouth and made him suck them.  It was sooooo GROSS!”
 
“It was pretty groth,” Edith said with a giggle.  “Hey, it’th a dirty job, but thomebody’th got to do it!  It was thoooo much fun!  Pluth, I got the key back!”
 
“Oh.  So … you got the handcuff key back?”  Hannah nodded.  “Out of his mouth?  I’m impressed.”
 
“Okay, now that makes sense,” said Samantha.  “I guess that made it worthwhile, munchkin.  Still, it was nasty and you really need to wash your hands.”
 
“Don’t worry about it,” Edit said.  She held up her hands and giggled.  “Danny already did it for me.”
 
“Anywaaaaaaay,” Hannah said, impatient to get on with their report.
 
“Anyway,” Samantha continued, “our little play worked.  Danny is a nervous wreck.  He’s convinced Jennifer actually saw him naked and now he is scared to death she's bringing her friends to see him.  I guess I would be, too, if I was in that position.”
 
Hannah nodded thoughtfully.  “But you’re not.  You’re in charge now, Sambo.  You too, munchkin.  We all are.  And we’re not done with him yet.” 
 
The large girl pulled out the things she’d brought from the house.  She had to smile when her friends saw the paddle.  Samantha’s eyes lit up and Edith licked her lips with glee. 
 
“We’ve still got plenty of time to play around,” said the pimply faced teenager.  “Supper’s not for another couple of hours.  Let’s go teach naked boy a lesson in respect.  And then let’s see what happens after that.”
 
“I’m game,” replied Samantha.  “Let’s do it!”
 
Hannah nodded.  She held up the men’s magazine she brought from the house.  She pointed to the young woman hanging upside down.  “Now, here’s what I thought we’d do ….”
 
Samantha whistled.  “Oh, boy … I like that one.  Let’s do it!”
 
“Yay!” whispered little Edith McAdams.  “Now we get to have thome real fun!”
 
 
***
 
 
Daniel Gilbert was in a panic!  It had only been a few minutes since Jennifer left and already he was in more trouble than before she showed up.  Not only was he still a prisoner, but now he couldn't find the darned handcuff key.  In all the excitement it disappeared.  It wasn't in his mouth and, well ... he had no idea where it was.
 
"Stupid Jennifer!" he fumed.  "You better not have taken it!"
 
Still blindfolded, he tried to feel around with his feet and see if it was on the ground, but he couldn't tell for certain.  His biggest fear was that he'd swallowed it.
 
"Nooooo," the hapless child said aloud to himself.  "If I did that I am so screwed!"
 
The way Daniel's day had gone so far, things  couldn't end well.  Bound and blindfolded, there was nothing he could do but wait for the inevitable ... whatever that might be.
 
"I just want to go ho- ...."
 
“BOO!!!"
 
The terrified child practically jumped out of his bare skin!  He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely heard Hannah and her friends until they stepped around either side of the tree and greeted him with their childish yelling.   It was a simple, silly thing that they did, but it caught him off his guard and scared him silly.
 
“BOOOOOOOO!!!” the trio of girls all screamed again, then burst into an explosion of laughter and giggles.
 
“Oh, geez!  You about gave me a heart attack!” the frightened lad yelled in a panic.  His eyes burned with tears beneath his blindfold and he felt foolish as he struggled against that stupid collar and leash.  “Come on, you guys scared the crap out of me!  That wasn’t funny!  How would you like it if I scared you?”
 
“We’re kinda used to it,” replied Samantha.  “Your bullying friends are always pulling that kind of stuff on us at school.  After a while it’s not scary.  It just gets annoying.”
 
“Aw, don’t be tho mean, Thamantha,” cooed little Edith.  “We thcared pretty Danny and made him cry.  Don’t cry, pretty Danny.  It’th not that bad.  We were jutht having a little bit of fun.”
 
Daniel blanched to hear the little girl step up close.  He cringed as he felt her give him a little tickle along his stomach and he squirmed as her hand slid down to his penis and tickled it as well.
 
“You don’t mind if we have a little fun, do you, thweetie?”
 
Frightened and ashamed, Daniel wriggled under the misshapened girl’s touch.  “Please, no.  I just wanna go home!  I can’t stand this anymore!  Just let me loose so I can go home!”
 
“Stop whining, slave boy!” Hannah ordered.  “And stand still so I can get you unhooked.”
 
To the youngster’s surprise he felt the tension on his leash loosen and the next thing he knew he was able to move about.  Of course, he was still blindfolded and his wrists remained bound to his collar.  But at least he had some semblance of freedom.
 
“Can we go back to the house, please?” the naked child begged in his involuntary darkness.  “Seriously, I’m not feeling well.”
 
There was some whispering, followed by giggling.  Hannah’s voice suddenly spoke up, very loud and in charge.  “In a few minutes.  But first you have to get your punishment.”
 
Daniel felt a flutter in his stomach.  “My … punishment?  What the heck are you talking about?”
 
“Your punishment.  You are our slave now and slaves need punishing.”
 
The naked lad frowned.  “I don’t want to be your slave anymore.”
 
Samantha snorted.  “It’s little late for that, slave boy.  You already made a deal, remember?”
 
“A deal?”
 
“You said you’d do whatever we said for the rest of your life,” Hannah said.  “You said it no more than fifteen minutes ago.  We all heard it with our own ears.”
 
“Yep, with our own ears,” echoed Samantha.  Her voice was sassy and sarcastic.  “You sounded really sincere.” 
 
“It’th true, Danny!  You thaid for the retht of your life,” little Edith lisped with a giggle.  “In our book that maketh you our thlave!”
 
“But I didn’t … think ….”  Daniel weakly protested.  He bit his lip and sighed.  “What kind of punishment …?”
 
There was some whispering and giggling.  Daniel fretted as he waited.  He had no idea what was going to happen next.  And with good reason.  If he had known he would have most likely broken down on the spot and begged for mercy.
 
“Come with us, slave boy!” a harsh voice suddenly ordered.
 
Still blindfolded and barefoot, the helpless seventh grader was led through the woods by someone tugging at the leash and collar around his neck.  It was scary and intimidating, as the ground was uneven and there were rocks and sticks everywhere, making progress slow and tedious. 
 
“Can we please go home?” he begged pitifully.  “Jennifer was here just a little while ago.  She said she was going to bring some of her friends back to see me.  I don’t want anybody else seeing me like this!”
 
“Oh, yeah, tho you had a vithit from Jennifer, huh?” lisped Edith.  A wave of giggles fluttered about the quiet woods. “How did that go?”
 
Daniel sighed.  “It was awful!  She was really mean to me.  She said she’s gonna tell everybody she saw me naked.  And seriously, she said she’s going to bring some of her friends to see me. She's probably on her way back, so can we please go home? Pleeeeease???”
 
“Don’t you worry about that skanky Jennifer,” Hannah replied.  “You’ve got plenty of other things to worry about.”
 
“But ….”  He almost fell over as someone jerked on his leash, choking off his words.
 
“Quiet, slave boy!”  That sounded like that stupid skinny Samantha.  “Speak when you’re spoken to!”
 
He quickly figured out where they were going.  It was just the old abandoned church, only a few yards away.  He didn’t know if that was good or bad.  Being blindfolded and naked and walking around in the woods was a terrifying experience; he couldn’t wait for it to be over. 
 
“What are we doing here?  Are we going home soon?” he asked as he made his way up the cold, worn wooden steps.
 
“Didn’t we thay be quiet, thlave boy?” Edith’s unmistakable lisp gave way to more giggles.  “You’ll find out thoon enough!”
 
The sounds of the woods faded to an odd, cool muted silence as they entered the old building.  It wasn’t very large on the outside, but inside it sounded like a cavern.  Daniel was reminded of an old horror movie as he stumbled along the uneven floor and smelled the musty, dusty odor of loneliness. 
 
There was some more whispering, followed by, “Sit down, slave.  Do it!  Now!”
 
Daniel did as he was told.  He sat down on the cold, dirty wooden floor, no small task considering how his hands were still trapped behind his head prisoner of war style thanks to the little snap link at the back of his collar.  He cringed to feel how gritty and nasty the aged wood felt against his butt cheeks and ball sack.  He felt someone tickling the tops of his feet and then his ankles.  It felt as if they had tied some sort of rope around his ankles.
 
A chill went down his spine.  A rope, he thought.  A rope???
 
“Wha- … what are you doing?”
 
“Don’t worry about it,” replied Hannah.  “You’ll find out soon enough.”
 
As if in answer Daniel felt something tug at his feet, spreading his legs wide apart.  He tried to close his knees together, but it did no good.  The force pulled again, much harder this time, forcing him to raise his feet up and even further apart.  He felt himself lose his balance as his legs suddenly jerked up above his head.
 
“What the …?  What are you doing to me???” he cried out fearfully.
 
The blindfolded lad fell on his back.  The cool, grimy floor against his soft skin made him squirm.  He wanted to get up and away from it, but before he could say a word he felt his legs pull up and spread wide apart.  There was the sound of rope rubbing against wood and the next thing he knew he was hanging completely upside down, naked, bound and blind. 
 
“HELP!” he yelled desperately.  “Hannah!  Let me down!  I don’t like this!  Hannah!  Get me down from here!  I’m telling your mom!  Hannah!  Get me down!!!!”
 
Daniel couldn’t believe what was happening!  He was topsy-turvy, hanging from his feet inside an old abandoned church.  The fact that he was in his birthday suit and blindfolded didn’t help matters, especially considering he was surrounded by three very odd and very resourceful girls. 
 
A soft hand pressed against his bare belly, causing him to swing back and forth, his long, dark blond hair dragging across the floor.  He felt scared and nauseous.   
 
“Wha- … what are you doing?  Stop it!  Stop pushing me!”
 
“Wow, this is just great,” an excited voice said.  “It looks just like the magazine, only waaaaaay better! What do you guys think?”
 
A cheer rose filled the old church as the panicked lad recalled the images of the partially clad and bound women in his father’s adventure magazines and he groaned.  Oh, he got it, all right.  He was now being victimized by the very techniques that he once found so mysterious and fascinating. 
 
“Wha- … what are you going to do to me?” croaked the frightened boy.  “You’re not going to leave me again, are you?  Please, don’t leave me like this.  Please …?”
 
Once again there was some whispering, then some more giggling.  Daniel jerked his body as someone ran their fingers along the inside of his naked thighs.  He struggled in vain against the rude caresses.  His legs were spread wide apart, leaving his privates completely open to view and unwanted touching.  His body tensed up as a soft hand caressed his penis and balls, triggering a mixed reaction of fear and excitement in his adolescent mind.
 
“Please, don’t … leave me.”
 
“We’re not going anywhere, slave boy.” Hannah was speaking this time, her voice measured and sure. “We’re staying right here.  Aaaaand ... we’re going to punish you.”
 
“Punish me?” cried the lad.  “But … whyyyyyy …?”
 
“Because you’re a shithead, that’s why!” Samantha snorted.  “You hurt people, so you deserve to be hurt, too!”
 
Daniel started crying.  “But … I want down.  I don’t want to do this anymore!”
 
Hannah spoke again.  “Too bad, so sad, slave boy.  You need a little reminder of who’s boss around here.”
 
The upside down child sobbed.  “What are you going to do to me?  Is it going to hurt?  Please, don’t hurt me.” 
 
“Of course it’s going to hurt. That’s the point. But you don’t have much choice in the matter, so you may as well just give up and enjoy it.”
 
“This isn’t fun!” Daniel said desperately.  “Please, let me down!”
 
Samantha snorted.  “Not a chance, slave boy!  You agreed to do whatever we wanted … for the rest of your life.  Remember that?  Well, we want to give you a little paddlin’ … and a little paddlin’ is what you’re going to get!”
 
“A paddling?” 
 
Daniel felt something hard and flat rub against his bare bottom.  It was the unmistakable touch of a ping pong paddle.
 
“Oh, yeah, a paddling,” Samantha cooed playfully.  “Right on your big fat butt!  You’re gonna just hate this, Danny Gilbert!”
 
The frightened boy struggled, but it was futile.  He was completely upside down and stressing.  He coughed and took a deep breath.
 
“You don’t have to punish me!  I’ll do whatever you guys want!  I promise!  Just don’t paddle me!  Please, god, Hannah … Samantha, get me down!  I don’t want a spanking!  I promise, I’ll do whatever ….”
 
“Sorry, slave boy,” Hannah replied.  “We don’t believe you.  So maybe you’ll believe this.”
 
WHAP!!!
 
The burning smack on his upside down bottom felt like a hot flame.  That single blow was so strong, so fierce, it took his breath away … and much of his will.
 
“That’s one,” Hannah said.  “Take a deep breath, because here comes another.”
 
Daniel wiggled about in a panic.  “Ooooh, god … Hannah, no!  Please, don’t … that really hurt …..”
 
WHAP!!!
 
The second blow felt even worse than the first.  As if that was possible.  The burning sensation flowed over his bare butt, through his legs and around to his penis and stomach.  Being upside down didn’t help.  He felt like he was dying. 
 
“Nooooohohohohohooooo …,” he sobbed pitifully.  “Please … noooooo ….”
 
“That’s two,” he heard the large pimply faced girl say.  “Get ready for number three.”
 
WHAP!!!
 
“Oooooh, god … nooooooo … please, no more … no more …..”
 
“He’s awful loud,” another voice – Samantha? – said.  “What if somebody hears him?”
 
Daniel bit his lip as he heard Hannah laugh.  “It’s not my problem.  If they hear him, they hear him.  Maybe Jennifer will come back and want a little paddle action, too.”
 
WHAP!!!
 
“Oooooowwww!!!” The helpless lad tried to stifle his cry.  The last thing he wanted was for anybody else to see him like this. 
 
“Hannah, please, I give up!” he said, his voice hoarse with pain.  “I promise, I give up!  I’ll do whatever you want!  Pleeeeeheheheheease, just make it stop.
 
Daniel winced as he felt Hannah’s pudgy hand run her hand over his flaming butt cheek.  He bit his lip as she then ran her fingers over his exposed balls and give them a callous flick.   
 
“Okay, that’s four.  Who wants the next shot at him?”
 
“Me!  Me!”  Daniel winced as Samantha begged like a little kid vying for the first treat from the ice cream man.  “Boy, oh boy … I’ve been waiting for this all day long!  Look out, slave boy.  You think Hannah hits hard, just wait ‘til you feel the wrath of me!”
 
WHAP!!!
 
Samantha’s first blow caught Daniel completely off guard.  The pain on his bottom was so bad, it felt like the skin all over his body was on fire.  He didn’t cry out though, partly out of fear of discovery, partly because he couldn’t catch his breath.
 
The blindfolded lad was startled as a gentle hand caressed his face. 
 
“Don’t worry, Danny,” whispered Edith.  “It’ll be over thoon.  You can go ahead and cry if you like.  I don’t mind at all if you cry.”
 
The youngster tried not to cry, but that was impossible.  With each hit came the shock of pain and fire on his naked posterior, triggered grief and agony through the rest of his body.  The blows came slow and steady, the space in between allowing the burning sensation to permeate his body, creating indescribable agony that left the sobbing child weak and helpless.
 
WHAP!
 
“Oooowww!!! Oh, gosh … oh gosh … oh gosh ….”
 
WHAP! 
 
“Noooo!!!” he sobbed softly.  “Oh, gosh!  Stop!  Please, no … stop it!!!”
 
WHAP!  
 
“OOOOWWWW!!! NO!!!  STOP IT!!!  Please, Samantha … Hannah … make her stop!  It hurts ….”
 
On and on it went, a dozen smacks in total, so hard, so fierce, they left Daniel breathless, sobbing and in shock.  He was so stunned he didn’t even notice when Hannah took over again, though he did feel it with the increased ferocity of the blows.
 
WHAP! 
 
“OOOOOWWWW!!!!  Oh god … oh god … you hurt me … oh god … you hurt me ….”
 
WHAP! 
 
“EEEEEOOOOOWW!!!  Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod ….”
 
WHAP! 
 
“EEEEOOOOWWW!!!  No, please, no more!  No moooooooooorrrrre ….”
 
“You want us to stop?  Then say you’ll do what we say!  Say it, or we’ll start all over again.  Come on, all you have to do is say it!”
 
The naked boy caught his breath long enough to reply.  “Okay, I’ll do it!  I’ll do whatever you say … I’ll do whatever you say.”
 
“For the rest of your puny little life!” Samantha demanded.  “Say it!  Say, for the rest of my life!  Better yet, for as long as I live!”
 
Daniel nodded in defeat.  “Yes, for the rest of my life.  For as long as I live!  I promise!  I’ll do whatever you say for the rest of my life and as long as I live!  I promise!  Just don’t hit me anymore!”
 
The hapless boy sobbed so hard, he almost got choked.  He heard some whispering, then there was silence. 
 
Soft hands caressed his face and head.  It was Edith, of course, brushing his hair from his face. 
 
“Poor Danny,” cooed the small, misshapen girl.  “Don’t worry, thweetie.  I’ll take care of you.  Thothe mean old girlth made my pretty Danny cry … now I’m gonna make it allllllllll better ….”
 
He was surprised when she began kissing him, her soft lips touching him all over his tearful face, lingering to kiss him on the mouth momentarily before loosening his blindfold. 
 
“Poor little thing … thooooo pitiful … my pretty little pink pet ….”
 
At least he was free of that stupid blindfold.  Not that it helped much.  Still upside down, Daniel’s eyes burned with tears and the light was so bright he could barely see anything.  Plus he was having trouble breathing, his runny nose and saliva dripping from his mouth complicating matters.  He managed to make out the terrible threesome standing before him, hands on their hips, studying him as if he was the subject of some misguided science experiment.
 
“What do you think?” someone said.  “You think he’ll do what we want?  We can start it all over again if you like.”
 
“I dunno.  Let’s ask him,” said another voice.  “You're going to be a good slave boy, hmmm, pretty Danny?  Right?  Say it.  Say, I’ll be a good slave boy.  Say it or we can go for another paddling.”
 
“No, please, no more,” whispered the beaten lad.  “You win.  You win.  I’ll be a good slave … I promise … I’ll be a good slave ….”
 
The next thing he knew he was lowered to the floor.  Someone lifted up his head and wiped the tears and snot from his face with the scarf that had served as his blindfold.  He blew his nose and coughed, grateful to be shown some kindness.
 
“Poor little Danny,” Edith McAdams said.  “Poor little thlave boy ….”
 
Daniel looked up so see her pug nosed face beaming joyfully.  He closed his eyes as she pulled back his long dark blond hair and kissed him on the forehead.
 
“You’re going to be a good thlave boy, aren’t you, thweetie?  Hmm?  Aren’t you?”
 
As he laid there with his head in Edith’s lap and cried his heart out, the helpless lad made a decision.  He would agree to the terms set forth by Hannah and her friends.  Yes, he would do anything they wanted.  No matter what he was asked or told, he would do it.  He would do anything at all.  For the rest of his life.
 
After all, what choice did he have?
 
 
 
To be continued ....


 
 

   
(The End)