By KB Montrose
farsighted100@protonmail.com
Copyright 2023 by KB Montrose, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
The Breeze's Daughters, part 1
*****The
following stories are inspired by Captain Quixote, author of the
original Mischievous Breeze stories. Thank you Captain Quixote!*****
Twin breezes were born of the famous Mischievous Breeze. The Breeze
took a brief look at his offspring and swelled with pride. His
offspring seemed to be female in nature, but no less impish in their
mind-set than their father. The Breeze smiled a knowing and
appreciative smile. He had had his fun stripping girls and women. His
daughters, no doubt, were going to do the same to the human males.
Before heading off to further his own adventures, he named them Zephyr
and Squall.
The daughters watched as the Breeze left. The
roguish ways he passed on to them soon dominated and their desire to
carry on his naughty deeds, albeit on boys, compelled them on to their
own adventures. So, onward to their first victim.
A boy stands
at the corner waiting for the light to change so he can cross the
street. The light seems to be taking forever which annoys him but is
very useful to the two breezes. The 14-year-old lad has on a pair of
basketball shorts and a tank top. The breezes formulate their course of
action and descend on the lad. Zephyr blows his shirt up to keep him a
bit occupied. While struggling with his shirt, the boy blushes slightly
at having his torso unexpectedly bared out in public. Passersby chuckle
at the struggling lad’s misfortune with a few girls appreciating his
toned upper body.
While her sister keeps the boy impeded by
his own shirt, Squall circles around his shorts. She finally succeeds
in untying his drawstring just as he wins the struggle against his
shirt. His face betrays knowledge of something not being right as his
shorts fall to his knees exposing his briefs. As their father had
discovered, not only the action of exposing a person brings great
pleasure to the two breezes, but so do the expressions and responses of
the victims. The two breezes laugh as only a breeze can as they fly
away from the befuddled boy.
Zephyr and her sister fly around
looking for another boy. Zephyr spots their next victim. The lad, a bit
younger than the first boy, is walking out to the mailbox. As he pulls
out the mail, Zephyr blows it out of his hands. The boy shakes off his
initial surprise at the sudden breeze and chases after the mail. Squall
knows her sister is moving the boy further away from the safety of his
home. The boy bends down to pick up a piece of mail and Zephyr blows
his shirt over his head. As with their first target, Squall begins
circling the boy’s shorts. The task of undoing them, however, was a bit
tougher than those of the boy at the street intersection. Zephyr let
the boy’s shirt go before Squall can be successful. The two sisters
circle each other regrouping. They don’t want to let this lad off the
hook.
The boy has all but one piece of mail. He and Zephyr
spot the remaining letter at the same time. Not knowing he is in a race
for it, the boy walks toward it in an unhurried manner. Zephyr gets to
it first and the boy watches unbelieving as a sudden very localized
breeze picks up the letter depositing it in a low tree branch. When he
arrives under the branch he sighs. To the sisters’ dismay, he heads
back to his house. Zephyr is quite upset at the failure of her plan at
this second attempt to undress the boy. Squall waits though, believing
all is not lost. Sure enough, the boy takes in the mail he had gathered
up and comes back out. Zephyr lights back up in joy.
As their
target reaches up to try and get the last piece of mail, Zephyr once
again lifts his shirt up. But this time, she blows it completely off.
His puzzled look is pure candy to Zephyr or whatever the equivalent of
candy is to a breeze. She deposits his shirt next to the letter. Not
only does this ensure his persistence in his task at hand but they get
to enjoy his bare upper body as well. Squall enlists her sister to help
with his shorts. As the boy keeps stretching up, they have to hope he
won’t soon decide to simply climb the tree. They finally succeeded in
undoing the snap on his shorts just as he makes a final long stretch up
almost grabbing his shirt. The sisters love his look as his realized
his shorts are dropping to his ankles. They only regret no one else
sees him in his tighty-whities. They leave the blushing lad who has
indeed decided to climb the tree to retrieve his shirt and mail.
The two sisters have enjoyed their activities thus far. But Squall
wants more. She leads her sister back into the city where there are
many more victims and bigger audiences.
They come upon a
park and are briefly overwhelmed at the very large number of cute boys.
Squall focuses on a group of them playing basketball. A small crowd of
kids is watching. Squall likes the fact that several girls were in
attendance. The boys—all 13 or 14 years old--are divided into shirts
and skins. Squall picks the tallest shirtless boy and signals Zephyr to
go for the tallest boy on the shirt team. These boys wear shorts more
like their first victim so will not be terribly difficult to loosen.
Just as the tall shirtless boy jumps up arms high over his head to make
his shot, Squall hoists his shorts down to his ankles. Though he does
make the shot, that’s not what brings the cheers. He lands back on the
ground shocked at the location of his shorts. His cheeks reddened as he
pulls his shorts back up while he endures the laughing of the crowd.
With play halted for a moment, Zephyr takes this opportunity to circle
the tall shirt-clad boy’s shorts. Just as the game gives the impression
of starting again, Zephyr forces her target’s shorts down to his
ankles. The second wave of laughter brings a halt to the game. But it
was more than just laughter. Although she hadn’t tried to do so, Zephyr
had brought the boy’s underwear part way down, too, partly exposing his
butt. He is much faster than the other boy to reposition his clothes
where they are supposed to be since he’d been more exposed. He also
reddened more at his misfortune.
The two breezes are
delighted. They’d had so much fun simply lowering boys’ shorts or
pants, but they had only exposed the lads’ underwear up to now. Seeing
the boy’s and the crowd’s reaction to the partial exposure of his butt
adds a new exciting level to their enjoyment. Of course, seeing the
partial exposure is quite thrilling. They circle each other in
amusement while communicating about their next exploit.
Together, they spot a boy skateboarding. The twelve-year-old lad is
shirtless. His loose black pants sag a bit showing the waistband of his
boxers. The breezes catch up to him and follow him for a few moments.
Squall flies to him. She begins circling his shorts as Zephyr hovers
just above the back of his underwear’s waistband. Just as the boy comes
to a stop in front of a group of admiring girls, the two breezes give
them something extra to admire. Squall brings his pants to his knees
and Zephyr hoists down the back of his underwear. The sudden silence of
the girls leaves quickly to be replaced with whistles and laughter at
the boy’s half-exposed butt. He tries frantically to get them back up,
but Squall blows a piece of paper in his face so Zephyr can keep the
back of his underwear down. He does keep his genitals from being
exposed as his right hand has a death grip on the front of his
underwear. He can’t, however, do anything just yet about his partially
exposed rear as he mistakenly uses his left hand to fight Squall’s
piece of paper. So Zephyr keeps the lad’s cute buns half-exposed for
several seconds (several eternities as far as the boy is concerned)
before he comes to his senses and leaves the paper alone moving his
left hand to try and help cover up. Zephyr reluctantly lets go allowing
the embarrassed boy to pull up his underwear in the back. He quickly
grabs his pants and gets those up, too, much to the dismay of the girls
watching. He looks around bewildered having no clue how his pants
dropped so easily and even worse, that half his butt had been put on
unwilling display in such a strange way. The two breezes actually
strengthened as a result of baring the boy’s rear. The thrill at his
embarrassment and the crowds’ response to it heightens their desire to
continue on in their adventures.
Squall knows where she wants
to go next. However, Zephyr wants to try something on a boy she knows
their father has done to women. Squall likes the idea and wants to see
if they can pull it off. They find a boy about 10-years-old carrying a
couple of boxes down the street. With his hands too occupied to be of
any use in stopping the breezes, Squall and Zephyr move in. Zephyr
wants to be the first to try and Squall acquiesces. Zephyr closes in on
the lad. Though it is a very warm day, the boy shudders slightly at the
sudden breeze that only he seems to be experiencing. He starts to say
something to his mother about it but she stops him short reminding him
they had to keep moving and she doesn’t want any interruptions. He
picks up the pace a bit to catch up to his mother. Zephyr keeps
circling his body relishing her upcoming deed. Squall gets a bit peeved
at her sister taking so long but leaves her alone looking forward to
what Zephyr will soon do.
Zephyr enters the boy’s shirt
filling it and the rest of his clothes. The boy feels even more uneasy
at the bizarre sensation that now seems to be right against his body
rather than on the outside of his clothes. Zephyr braces herself. She
then expands quickly with enough force so that the boy’s clothes
explode off of him in irreparable shreds.
Squall squeals
with glee at Zephyr’s accomplishment. One moment a boy is carrying some
boxes while walking next to his mother. The next moment is nearly the
same except the boy is stark naked with his clothes blown to bits!
Zephyr keeps circling the boy’s naked body thrilling at his
embarrassment and nudity.
The boy stops in shock. His mother
turns back to yell at him to keep up but stops, too, dropping her jaw
open in disbelief. She begins yelling at him asking why he is naked.
This brings much unwanted attention to him. Zephyr leaves the boy and
joins her sister up above to watch the festivities. Passing pedestrians
chuckle at the nude lad’s bare butt (not that it helps his
embarrassment much, but at least the way he was holding the boxes
covers his privates) and overall naked situation.
Having no
idea why her son is suddenly naked and getting nothing from him except
a shocked look and embarrassed silence, she at least saves him a bit of
further humiliation by taking up a position behind him to walk the rest
of the way to their destination mostly shielding his bare bottom from
view. As surprised and confused as she is about her son’s inexplicable
naked state, the boy’s mom does have to chuckle (to herself so he can’t
hear, of course) as she sees his bared-buns in front of her. A playful
nature arises in her every now and then causing her to walk a bit
further back so others can see and giggle at the cute bared buns.
Zephyr swirls several minutes in merriment before Squall can bring her
back to earth, so to speak. Though Squall still desires a certain
destination for her and her sister, she wants to try the same feat her
sister just accomplished to see how well she can do it. Both breezes
notice this has taken a lot out of Zephyr as she has slowed down and
lost a lot of power following all of this. She needs to rest so is
happy to watch Squall at work.
Squall searches for a while.
She wants someone who won’t have anything to hide behind, no boxes, no
mother or anyone or anything else, at least not nearby. Then she spots
a boy, older than their other victims so far, who will do just fine. He
is carrying a soda in one hand and a hotdog in the other, both of which
he has just purchased from a street vendor. Even though it is a warm
day, he has on a hoodie (with the hood up) and jeans. Squall figures
this can be a real challenge as this boy’s clothes look hardier than
those of the boy Zephyr had stripped.
The boy has not yet
indulged in either of his purchases. He just walks along slowly
carrying the food and drink as if they are very fragile antique vases
of great value. Squall enters his clothes through his hood. The boy
feels the sudden odd draft and looks around. No one else seems to
notice the abrupt arrival of a breeze, so he attempts to ignore it and
trundles on. Squall covers his body head to foot. Zephyr had not
mention how thrilling it is to touch a boy’s bare body directly and all
over at once. Then, she expands rapidly, blowing the boy’s clothes to
smithereen!.
The surprise of his clothes suddenly exploding
off of him causes the boy to stop in such a manner as to spill most of
his drink. He sees the looks on the people approaching him.
Embarrassment and alarm cover his face. Then the laughing, pointing,
and camera phones come to life. He stands there stunned as he
unwillingly bares all to a growing crowd. Squall performs the same
thrilling dance as her sister had upon this lad’s body being publicly
bared. And as she had hoped, he has no place to immediately run,
nothing to easily cover up with except the cup holding his drink, and
isn’t with anyone to help him out. If it’s any consolation—and it
isn’t—he should be happy the girls like what they see!
The
naked lad stands holding his food while paralyzed with embarrassment.
Squall relishes her accomplishment as the stunned boy leaves himself
completely exposed to these people. She and her sister swirl with
hilarity as they watch the lad slowly looks down finally realizing he’s
flashing those he’s facing. He looked back up in renewed horror.
Somewhat luckily for the boy, a policewoman had noticed what had
happened although she couldn’t figure out how the boy’s clothes had
just burst apart like that. The officer has to fight her way through
the crowd which had formed a nearly impenetrable ring around the naked
lad within moments of his unexplainable stripping. Though happy for
some help, the boy blushes all the more that he is being escorted away
from the crowd by a female police officer. Making matters worse for
him, they have to walk through the people who don’t hesitate to take a
hands-on approach to enjoying the situation regardless of the
policewoman’s commands to leave him alone. Squall found herself
exhausted, but keeps in a position to observe the naked boy leaving
with the policewoman. Zephyr helps her sister as she can, but also
maintains vigilance on the nude boy. Squall hopes to get to her next
stripping destination soon.
End part 1