Abalam

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

Comments may be sent to pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the underscores (between pietar, the, and fearless) are part of the name and must be included.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

Abalam

Art Beecher cleared his throat after looking over his twin pentagons. Professor Cross appeared to be sleeping. It was time to begin his summoning. He mentally reviewed the speech. It was vital that he say every word correctly. If not, the summoning would fail, and so would he. He was close to the minimum grade already, and a mistake here could get him kicked out of school. His magical ability would be stripped away, and he’d become a commoner, serving the mages who served the King. And he had no doubt that two of his classmates would find some uses for him.

As he bent to light the candles, he didn’t notice that one of his feet had smudged one of the lines on his pentagon.

In his chair above the students, Professor Cross did notice it. He decided to wait and see if Beecher would discover it. If not, he was quite sure he could dismiss any of the minor demons any group of twelve- through fourteen-year-old students could muster.

Art began the process. It included his name as the summoner, the purpose of the summoning (practice, Art thought to himself), and then the name of the demon he was calling forward.

“Abalam, you have been summoned,” he concluded.

“NO, you fool,” Professor Cross shouted. Then the room filled with the sound of trumpets and the smell of a sulfurous mixture. The lights in the classroom went out. The candles flickered, but remained lit. A man, with a stunningly handsome face, appeared. He was wearing red robes, and had a huge crown on his head.

Students at this level were expected to gate in an Imp, a demon of low intelligence and power. However, Professor Cross knew immediately what entered now was far more dangerous than any simple Imp. Here was King Paimon, also known as Abalam. He started a dismissal, but knew it was worthless as the demon had not arrived in the second pentagon. Instead, he had appeared next to Art Beecher.

“Ahh, teacher, do not think you can dismiss me,” Abalam said in a booming voice. “Be very careful what you attempt, for I am not easily sent away and you do not want to anger me.” He turned to the very frightened boy in front of him.

“Let’s start with something simple. Who are you?”

“A-A-Art-t, uh, Art Beecher.” Art tried his best to not stutter but was too scared.

“And why have you summoned me?”

“I, uh, it’s part of the training. I wanted to impress Professor Cross.”

“Well, I am indeed surprised,” Abalam stated. “Summons from humans always seems to be for the same thing. Power, wealth, glory. But you! You wanted to impress your teacher. And you didn’t even summon me as King Paimon, you chose my more intimate name. An A+ for creativity. However, there is one tiny little problem. Can you tell me what it is?”

“I, uh, well…” the boy looked to Professor Cross.

“LOOK AT ME!” Abalam yelled. “Your pitiful teacher knew what was wrong, and didn’t stop you. He is not going to help you now. Figure it out, or else.” He deliberately didn’t say what else could happen. He wanted the young magician frightened.

“He scuffed a line on his pentagon when he was lighting the candles,” one of the girls in the class said.

Abalam turned and looked at her. “And who might you be?”

“Clair Watchman.”

“Well, pleased to meet you,” Abalam laughed. “But I was hoping that the boy would be able to tell me. How are foolish children punished here at your school? Hung by their thumbs? Flogged until they pass out? Or…”

“If it is bad enough, they get paddled,” Clair responded. “That isn’t used very often however.” She was frightened, nearly as much as Art was, but she knew she’d be better off if she could remain calm and not let the demon see her fear.

“Have you seen any of your classmates get paddled?”

“No. It is done in private.”

Abalam turned back to Art. “Have you been paddled?”

“Y-Yes sir.”

“How many times? And is it done on the bare or over clothing?”

“T-Twice sir. And over clothing.”

Suddenly Abalam turned to the door and made a motion with his arm. A ball of fire left his hand and just as the door opened, it hit the man on the other side. Abalam turned to the front desk.

“Mr. Cross. Leave now, and inform those on the other side that if anyone attempts to enter before MY class is over, I will take all of these children to where I live and teach them things not taught her on your plane.”

Professor Cross rose. “You will not harm these children. There are others more powerful than me who will…”

“Tell them what I said.” Abalam made a motion with his arms and Cross was thrown across the room where he split the door in half and passed through it. The moment he was on the other side, a dark rectangle took the place of the door. He turned back to the class.

“You are all free to leave if you choose. However, I will warn you that If any of you try to pass through MY door, you will not like where you end up.”

“This is now my class, and it is in session until I say otherwise. A few changes. One, I do not allow disagreement. You may not like what I say or tell you to do, but you will do it anyway without complaint. I am not in the habit of repeating myself. Two, you will be honest when answering any questions I may ask. Punishments will vary by need, but paddling, when deserved, will now be done on the bare.”

“Art Beecher,” Abalam began, looking at the boy still standing in his pentagon. “Has anyone seen you naked?”

There were a few giggles from the girls that caused Art’s cheeks to turn red.

“O-O-Of course. When I was an infant, lots of people, I’m sure. And then…”

“More recently. How old are you, and how old were you when you first were admitted to this school?”

“I’m fourteen. I was ten when I started, just like all the kids here.”

“Okay. In the last four years, who has seen you naked?”

“My roommate, G-George Wilkerson. That’s all.”

“And other than your roommate, who have you seen naked?”

Art looked ill as he looked across the room. “W-W-Wes Fisher.”

Abalam looked to where Art had looked. “I presume you are Wes Fisher?” The boy nodded. “And how is it that Art saw you naked?”

Abalam looked back at Art just in time to see the boy shaking his head.

“Art, why did you just tell him not to answer my question truthfully?”

“I -I-didn’t, sir,”

“Now you dare to lie to me. I hope you’ve been paying attention. What are the rules of this class that I announced not more than 5 minutes ago?”

“Uh, don’t lie?”

“There were more rules than that. Keep going.”

“Uh, paddling will be on the bare.” Art thought for a few seconds. “That’s all I remember.”

Abalam turned around and pointed. “You. Give me your name and another rule.”

“Emma Beecher. You don’t allow disagreement.”

“Beecher? Are you his sister?”

“Yes. He’s just over a year older than me.”

“Well, obviously, you pay more attention. By the way, do you know why he shook his head so that Wes Fisher wouldn’t answer my question truthfully?”

“I don’t know, but I can guess. Art is a bully. He picks on younger kids, mostly just the boys. He probably forced Wes to be naked somewhere for some reason.”

“Wes, is that true? You were seen naked by him because he made you get undressed?”

Wes’ face turned red. “Yes. He and his roommate, George Wilkerson.”

“So, it was just the two of them who saw you naked, or were there others?”

“Others, sir. My sister and her friend. They are both eleven years old. And another girl my age, Carol King.”

“Do you think the three girls in this class would enjoy seeing Art Beecher naked?”

“I think they might be scared of him too. But I think yes, they might enjoy it. If he was.”

“You,” Abalam pointed to the third girl in the class. “Name, age, and would you enjoy seeing Art naked?”

“I’m Michel O’Brian. I’m fourteen. And yes, I would.”

“Emma Beecher and Clair Watchman?”

Both responded they would enjoy it. Abalam turned to Art. “It doesn’t look too good for you, does it? Oh well, I kind of figured you were not all that different from me, and that you enjoy inflicting humiliation on others. I don’t really care if you are naked or not, however, I do take pleasure from human emotion. So, remove all clothing that you are wearing.”

“I, Art Beecher, dismiss Abalam from my service!” Art said suddenly. He smiled when the demon disappeared. Then, a moment later he heard from behind him, Abalam.

“A valiant try. However, you cannot dismiss a Jinn who you did not properly summon, let alone a demon. You might want to think about getting out of those clothes as quickly as possible if you don’t want to get burned.”

Art turned, and was now more terrified than before. And he noticed smoke coming from his clothes. Seconds later, visible flames appeared and he could feel the heat. He quickly stripped off his tie, shirt, tee shirt, and pants. Then, as his penis and balls began to feel the heat, his boxers joined his other clothes. Next, his shoes and socks began smoking, so he hurried to remove them. Moments later, he was totally naked, his hands across his privates as he watched his clothing turn to ash.

“I’d advise you not to make this worse,” Abalam said softly. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Art realized that in that position he wouldn’t be able to cover his dick and balls. The demon was threatening worse if he didn’t. He decided he was more scared of Abalam than being seen naked. He got down on his hands and knees, wondering what was next.

He didn’t have to wait long.

“Wes, now is your chance. Grab that paddle off the desk and give Art Beecher the paddling he deserves.”

Wes wanted nothing to do with this. He was smart enough to know that sooner or later the demon would get bored and leave, or the wizards at the school would find a way to send him back to the abyss. And then Beecher would show him no mercy. He didn’t dare speak the words, instead he stood there, shaking his head.

“I see that your former teacher allowed total disrespect for rules or you would all follow mine,” was all Abalam said.

Wes changed his mind, but before he could move, he smelled smoke. Moments later, his clothes burst into flames, just as Art’s had. He had no choice but to strip totally naked.

“Do not cover up,” Abalam ordered as Wes Fisher removed his last article of clothing. “Remember how Art Beecher failed to follow that rule.”

Wes forced his hands to behind his back. He saw the three girls inspecting him and watching as his dick went from soft to hard.

“The girls seem quite interested in the two boys,” Abalam stated with a smile. He looked at Steve Kimbal. “I’m sure they’d like to see if you are any different than the two of them. Strip.”

Steve did not want to be seen naked any more than Wes or Art had, but he knew what would happen if he didn’t comply. He quickly removed his clothing and stood there, hands to his sides, as the girls now looked at him.

“Emma Beecher.”

Emma was scared that the demon was about to order her to strip as well. “Sir?”

“How many girls within a year or so of your age attend this school?”

She had to think for a few seconds. “Four more sir. Michel’s sister Chloe…”

“No, I don’t need their names. You were all supposed to be showing how well you can summon demons and such. Well, your teacher may not have told you, but you can summon humans almost the same way. Clair Watchman and Michel O’Brian, join Emma over here by the pentagons and I’ll explain the differences.”

They began by erasing the two pentagons and replacing them with two hexagons. Then the differences in the summoning spell it self. It took half an hour before he thought they were able to summon a human. He didn’t tell them the dangers involved. It was a pity that only humans could use a spell that few humans knew. He’d love to be back at his post in the Abyss and able to bring all six of these children to him.

Michel went first, succeeding in having her sister, Chloe, come into the second hexagon. After explaining how she’d arrived, Emma replaced Michel in the first hexagon and managed to bring in Kate Gomez. In short order, Audrey Fisher and Joyce West joined the “class”. One girl of twelve, two who were thirteen, and Audry, who was fourteen.

“Next lesson, one I’m sure you are going to enjoy. Creating a Saltire. Do any of you know what that is?” None did, so the Demon created the first one. A large X-Frame made of thick wood with straps on each of the four legs. He gave detailed instructions to the girls, but as he expected, their results were far from satisfactory.

“It takes practice, and I hope that after I leave that you will continue to work on what I teach you until yours look as good as mine.” He quickly created two more, and then, with the girls helping, secured each boy to one of them.

Now, with their legs spread widely to the sides and their arms to the upper straps on the two top parts of the X, the boys could not hide anything. The three Saltires were placed in a triangle so each boy could see the other two.

“Let’s learn another spell,” Abalam said. He took the girls away from the boys and began teaching them the spell and what it did. He had the girls practice many times on a short-haired brush he found in a closet until each of them could do the spell perfectly.

“Now girls, the same principle can be used on the boys. Some of them have needless hair in their arm pits, and down below. Have fun removing those hairs one by one.”

He stood back and watched as the seven girls had fun removing all the hairs on the boy’s armpits, groins, and ball sacks. As they worked, all three boys had erections, and their dicks were jumping up and down. The girls found it necessary to hold them still while working close to their penis’. And that led to another new discovery. Girls knew what sperm was, but watching it shoot or flow out the pee hole on the boys was a much better demonstration then they’d had in a lecture.

As the girls giggled and had fun, Abalam could feel the presence of a powerful wizard approaching the school. He knew that he would have to leave soon, but he had one more thing he wanted to finish. He found the appropriate wall and made a six-foot by three-foot open rectangle in it. Beyond it, he created a new space in a different plane.

He entered the new space and began with white chalk to make two hexagons on the floor. Then he filled the rest of the space with a Saltire, paddles, blindfolds, and other interesting devices.

From the classroom, he next created a very complicated illusion of the wall in the opening he’d created, and put a spell on it that would block any attempt to use a spell to find hidden rooms. Then he created a portal that allowed any female human to enter if she knew the password.

By the time all that was done, the three boys no longer had hairs anywhere except on their heads. All three were begging the girls to release them as their dicks continued to jump up and down, demanding attention the boys could not provide.

“Girls, come here for a few seconds,” Abalam called to them. Once they were around him, he created a screen so the boys could not see or hear him. “The password is simple. Playground. Try it, any of you.”

Emma didn’t hesitate. “Playground.”

The opening was revealed and the girls entered. They immediately guessed what the room could be used for.

“Only human females can use the portal to enter here. But you can summon any of your classmates. If the summoning spell is done correctly, your classmates will willingly follow any of your orders. It might be useful to make them forget what happens here, or it will be a very good punishment room. Just remember to properly dismiss them when you are done as there is no food or water here.” He led the way back to the classroom.

“What would happen if I went in there and summoned my brother?” Emma asked. “He’s currently bound to the X-Frame. Would that come with him?”

“An excellent question,” Abalam said. “I knew you were the right girls to create this playground for. Go back in and try it. He won’t be harmed. Have some fun with him. Make him do anything you want. And when you are done, dismiss him and see what happens.”

Emma gave the password and she and the other six girls entered the playground. A few minutes later, Art Beecher disappeared from the Saltire he’d been bound in. Interested in what she would do to him, Abalam turned invisible and entered.

“Do jumping jacks,” Emma ordered. She giggled with delight as her brother began doing what she’d ordered. His dick, which was still hard, bounced up and down. It gave her another idea.

“Stop doing jumping jacks and masturbate.”

All seven girls giggled and laughed as fourteen-year-old Art Beecher stood in front of them and began running his fist up and down the shaft of his penis. They all watched as his cum shot out in a wide arc and landed a few feet from his feet.”

Abalam knew the danger the girls were in and became visible. “Dismiss him, right now,” he ordered.

Emma had so much she wanted to do with her brother, but she didn’t want to anger Abalam, so she mentally went through the new dismissal spell King Paimon had taught her and the others and then said it out loud. Art disappeared.

“Look,” Abalam said as he pointed to the ground inches away from the second hexagon. “You need to be very careful. If he’d shot just an inch further, it would have nullified the containment. Before you do anything, it is best to order your slave to exit the hexagon without touching any of the sand. Then you are safe. Now, you wanted to know what happens when you dismissed him. Go back to the classroom and look.”

And there was Art Beecher, bound hand and foot to the Saltire, just as he had been before being summoned to the playground.

“You didn’t make him forget his time there, so he knows what you did,” Abalam said. “I can erase that if you want.”

“Yes sir, please do,” Emma stated.

It was a very complicated spell, but one that was easy for a high-ranking demon like Abalam.

He turned to the girls. “My portal to the abyss will be removed soon, allowing your teachers to enter the room and rescue you and the boys. Mind that you don’t mention the playground. I need to return home. Also, make them believe that I controlled your minds and made you do what you did to the boys.”

Feeling the magic as his portal blocking entrance to the classroom was being attacked, Abalam took his leave. He knew the girls were the perfect fit to his adventure. They, like creatures who lived on the abyss, could be cruel and mean, especially young teens. As they got older and began liking boys in different ways, he knew they would gradually forget first the password, and then that the space he’d created even existed. But the knowledge of the space would be passed down to younger girls.

And since he created the space in the abyss itself, he’d be able to visit and watch what went on in it, as often as he wanted.

As the portal to the abyss was eliminated, several older wizards rushed into the room, only to find that Abalam was gone. The seven girls shrieked and ran to the boys who were bound to the X-Frames, crying out that Abalam had entered their minds and made them do what they’d done.

They apologized repeatedly as they released the boys.

Steve Kimbal was able to dress as soon as he was free, but the clothes belonging to Art and Wes were nothing more than ashes. And the wizards did not let them leave until each student gave a full account of all that went on while they’d been under the control of King Paimon, AKA, Abalam.

Through the questions and answers, the girls learned that when Art Beecher had been summoned to the playground, Steve and Wes were unaware he was gone. Information they knew was important.

Only after each one of them answered all the questions the senior staff asked were any of them allowed to leave. Then the room was searched for hidden passages, traps, and the like. None were found.

But that night, Emma Beecher and Kate Gomez returned to the playground. Once there, they summoned a boy their age that Kate liked. Jason Smith arrived in his nightshirt, and like with any properly completed summoning, he was bound by magic to do whatever the girls asked of him.

Of course, they had him remove his nightshirt. Jason for sure didn’t want to, but the magic didn’t care what he wanted. Once he was naked, they secured him to the Saltire. Then it was time for the girls to enact the second part of their plan. Emma summoned her brother.

He arrived wearing pajamas, but he didn’t get to keep them for long. Once naked, Emma told him to give Jason a blowjob. The look on her brother’s face was almost enough to satisfy her enjoyment at the ability to control him. Almost.

The two girls stood to either side, knowing that Art was not able to resist the command. They watched as he dropped to his knees and proved that he knew exactly what was expected of him.

To his credit, Jason tried to tell him not to do it. He tried to stop the feeling he had when Art took all four and a half inches of his dick into his mouth. Then he stopped fighting it because it felt so damn good.

Invisible in the back, Abalam watched with interest. He was more than pleased to see the two girls having fun.

Once the blowjob was over, Emma dismissed her brother, making sure to make him forget leaving bed. Then she spotted the pajamas and knew he was going to wake up naked and not know why, or where his pajamas were.

She and Kate turned their attention back to Jason. They tickled him, and even removed about a third of his pubic hair. But they had to cut short their fun, as tomorrow they were both expected to pass their summoning test, and they needed to get a good night’s rest.

They allowed Jason to put his nightshirt back on once they released him, and gave him Art’s pajamas. Then Kate dismissed him, such that he would dream that he’d gotten a blowjob from Art. And that it had happened in the room he shared with Dave Jurgenson, which he could prove by producing the pajamas that Art had been wearing.

The girls exited and returned to their rooms and went straight to bed.

The next morning the boy’s dorm area was alive with rumors that Art Beecher had come to Jason Smith to offer him a blowjob, and had returned to his room naked, leaving his pajamas behind. And once George Wilkerson announced that his roommate had woken naked and not sure where his pajamas were, the rumor became accepted by all as factual.

Over time, Abalam was there to witness girls mildly torture dozens of boys, some as young as ten. Masturbation, blowjobs, paddling, enemas, and more were frequently required of the boys. A few girls even learned that their control over the boys could be extended to outside of the playground if they carefully modified the dismissal. Thus, they got to see boys pants other boys in the hallways, or see a boy forget to dress before going to class. They were careful enough to make sure that none of the school’s professors were aware of what was taking place.

As girls reached the age of sixteen, they began to forget the password, and by the time they were seventeen, they had completely forgotten that the playground existed.

But it remained in use as younger girls were taught how to use it.

The end