Danny Gets Stripped Naked! 2
By Alpenhorn
alpenhorn@hackermail.com
Copyright 2018 by Alpenhorn, 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.
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Danny Gets Stripped
Naked!
[Alpenhorn, 2018]
Glossary
bum - buttocks
crew - a gang of
homeless kids banding together
goolies - testicles
swimmers - clothing
for swimming
VR - virtual reality
willy - penis
Part 2
Danny was afraid.
(Even though I am always called “Daniel” in
real life, I like to be called “Danny” in these VRs.)
A ten-year-old
homeless orphan boy is often afraid.
He was desperately
running. The cobblestones of the street were freezing cold on his bare feet.
(Brrr, my feet really are cold. These are
top-notch effects.)
He had to reach an
area where his crew (the Badgers) were in charge---where they could protect him
from the rival crews.
It was late at night. The
streets of London were empty. This part of town had the new gas lighting, so
Danny could see pretty well.
(Gas lights in 19th century London. A nice
touch. I’m glad I thought of that.)
Danny looked forward
to reaching safety, where the Badgers defended a space under a bridge.
He was shivering. Light
snow was beginning to fall. He was wearing only his sleeping clothes---a droopy
pair of boxers,
(Those droopy boxers. One of my best ideas.)
a droopy pair of
boxers, and an oversize T-shirt. Every few minutes he had to pull the boxers up
so they would stay on.
(Were there boxer shorts in the 19th century? Or
T-shirts? Probably not. Certainly not a T-shirt with Albert Einstein on it. Should
I change this? Not now. Maybe next time.)
Oh, no! As Danny cut
through a narrow alley, someone stepped into the space ahead. Martha. Her crew,
the Weasels, was the chief rival of the Badgers. Danny turned around to go
back. But there was Amber, another Weasel. Only brick walls on either side. Ambushed.
‘Well, well,’ said Martha.
‘What is this? A lowly Badger in Weasel territory.’
(She could call me Danny the Sneak.)
‘Well, well,’ said
Martha. ‘What is this? Danny the Sneak. A lowly Badger in Weasel territory.’
Danny squeaked.
Amber cackled. ‘Now
that we have him, what should we do to him?’
Escape was hopeless. Martha
grabbed one of Danny’s forearms, Amber grabbed the other. They lifted him up,
so his feet could not touch the ground. Squirming and kicking did not help. Those
girls were strong!
(Martha should be getting breasts. That’s
right, good. I really like Amber’s hair in ringlets like that.)
Three more Weasels
showed up. Mary Lou, Mary Sue, and Karla.
(No, not Karla. I don’t like her any more. Replace
her with ... let’s see ... How about Richard, my cousin? I liked how his bum
looked in his swimmers last summer. That’s him. Clothes off. Dress him in rags
as a homeless urchin. Cover him in dirt like the others. His hair should be a
bit longer. Yes, like that.)
Three more Weasels
showed up. Mary Lou, Mary Sue, and Richard. All of these kids were about
Danny’s age. Within a year or two.
Mary Lou and Mary Sue
poked Danny in the ribs. That hurt. Richard slapped Danny in the face. That was
insulting.
(Ow ow ow. The pokes and slaps certainly feel
real.)
They were all making
suggestions of what to do with him: Drop him off a building. Throw him in the
Thames. Put him into the pen with Maximilian, that well-known vicious dog.
Then it happened. Danny’s
boxers just slid down his legs. To his ankles.
(I wonder how the VR does that? Make my real
boxers slide down?)
‘Thanks for the
suggestion, Danny,’ said Richard. ‘That’s a great idea.’
He stooped down and
pulled the boxers over Danny’s feet. The T-shirt hung down to mid-thigh level. But
Mary Lou and Mary Sue pulled the shirt up, up, over his head, over his hands,
and completely off.
(I like how it makes Martha and Amber switch
hands, so my shirt can come off.)
Danny had been
stripped naked!
(It’s too dark---how can they see my willy? Put
a light here in the alley. Not like that! One of the gas lights.)
Danny had been
stripped naked! A gas light right there in the alley lit everything.
Danny shivered
uncontrollably. It was getting colder. He kicked and squirmed. But it didn’t
help. Martha and Amber still held his arms firmly.
(I am really shivering now.)
‘Let me get a look at
this willy,’ said Mary Lou.
Mary Sue and Richard
knelt down, too, for a close view.
(Make my willy longer. Not that long---it
looks silly. OK. And thicker. I can be a stud in my own VRs, right? How about
circumcised? No, I don’t like it, put it back.)
‘Mighty interesting,
isn’t it?’ said Mary Sue with a smirk.
‘And see the bollocks?’
said Richard.
(Perhaps it is childish to say “goolies” and
not “bollocks”. But Richard is a child. I think he actually would say
“goolies”.)
‘And see the goolies?’
said Richard.
(Let him say “helpless goolies”. He is
thinking of what he will do to me later.)
‘And see the helpless
goolies?’ said Richard.
The kids made crude
remarks about his private parts, and Danny began to feel strange down there. His
willy was growing. Sticking out right in their faces. All they had to do was
look at it, and it would salute them.
Mary Sue laughed. ‘Now
I know what we should do to Danny the Sneak.’
(Mary Sue can add doing something to my willy
and my goolies!)
Mary Sue laughed. ‘Now
I know what we should do to Danny the Sneak. And his willy. Even his goolies
will get some.’
She ran her hand
slowly up and down on the inside of Danny’s naked thigh. Mary Lou did it on the
other thigh. Martha and Amber ran hands over Danny’s naked sides and tummy.
(Aaaah. Mmmmm.)
His willy was turning
red. It was twitching and trembling. Danny was wheezing. He could hardly wait
for what they would do.
(Wheeze. Grunt.)
Danny’s willy was
ready. Richard slowly moved his hand toward it, while Danny watched, helpless.
RRRRRRR. An electronic
beep. END OF SIMULATION.
(That “erogenous touching restriction” is a
pest. I want to go further. It will not even let me have Martha or Amber put a
hand on by bare bum! What a ridiculous restriction.)
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