Lucy-Loo, as her friends called her anyway, was the picture of innocence as she headed home from school on Halloween. She was still in her school uniform and her blond curls perfectly framed her rosy little cherub face. She was slightly flushed from the chilly night and her fast skip home so far. Luckily she still looked young enough to get some sweeties while 'shaparoning' her younger siblings and so she was exited for the night ahead. Despite her stricts mothers instructions she cut through the park saving herself the much longer walk.
She had a skip in her step and a pop song under her breath as she joyishly headed home, excitement overcoming the young girl. She had planned out her outfit and couldn't wait to go see the neighborhood decorations. The park was empty, quite and suddenly eerie. Her song suddenly vanished from her lips and Her breath grew visible in the cold night air. Her heart started racing frantically, the only sound she could hear. An unexplainable fear slowly grew in the young girl's chest as her pace quickened even more to almost a run. She looked around frantically, where was everyone? The park was still.
She let out a little squak of surprise as she caught the glimpse of someone behind the tree line. A boy’s laughter echoed around the quiet park, making her jump out of her little skin. He was suddenly gone as she blinked, but then from behind a different tree another boy peaked out. Her heart really did stop then, but for another reason all together. For a moment she thought he was naked but then as he stepped out it was clear he was wearing some kind of loose fabric draped over one shoulder like a roman toga. He was cute and his smile somehow sent her heart fluttering with youthful excitement. His blond messy hair was not in style but this didn’t stop him looking very cute to a newly budding teenager.
"Do you want to see a naked boy?" The first boy laughed again running from behind a different tree. His voice echoed oddly but his likewise half naked appearance was all Lucy-Loo could think of as her eyes jumped between the two. He ran away beckoning her further into the woods, away from the safety of the path. Did she want to see a naked boy? She did... more than anything she wanted to see what all the other girls giggled about in the back of class. Her parents had put on parental locks and her own brother was only five. She had no idea what a REAL naked boy looked like naked.
She knew she shouldn't, she knew she needed to go home. She followed the boys. A quick glance back and the boy laughed beckoning her on. Several times she lost sight of the boys, but each time their sing song voices pulled her forward. Her school pumps, squelched in the mud and even her white long socks were splashed as she ran through concealed puddles in the grass. Her mum would go mad but the little angel on her shoulder could not be heard as the laughter and giggles of the boys surrounded her.
Then she was alone again. Oppressive silence pressed down on the petite thing as she braved a cry. “Hello?” her voice was swallowed and only silence met her again. Cold sweat ran down Lucy-Loo’s back sticking her shirt to her back. Her bare pale legs and arms suddenly filled with goosebumps as looked around in panic realising she was alone and lost.
Not a bird, not a squirrel could be heard as she folded her arms and hugged herself, a tear threatening to drip down her sweet face. “Hello?” she cried out again more fearful and desperate now.
She tried to retrace her steps but everything was suddenly unfamiliar, every few steps she shouted out again, crying for help now but no response followed. Night was dropping and all thoughts of a naked boy were gone now.
A branch crunched nearby and Lucy let out an ear piercing scream her head snapping in it’s direction. For a moment an impossibly tall sharp figure watched her, spikes and bone and dark cloth were all she could see. She blinked and it was just a tree blowing in the windy, leafless branches reaching like horrifying limbs.
She ran on again, she lost both loose pumps to the mud but she didn't care now. Suddenly there was a light ahead. A house, a flood light. Lucy-Loo staggered into the garden, her breath heavy, her face a mess of tears. The relief of safety drowned out the absurdity of the house. Why was there such a building in the park? There was no road or path, just a house and it’s massvie collection of statues.
Lucy ran to the door past hundreds of statues and pounded on the old wood. There was no answer. After calming herself down, wiping her tears and snotty nose, she collected her thoughts. For the first time she noticed the statues properly. All porcelain white, not a bit of weathering or blemish. Each one depicted a young teenager, all wearing robes, each in a different pose.
She looked around a part from a few empty plinths the rest were all the same. She slowly walked from statue to statue adirming how lifelike they looked, the boys oddly cute. Most were grinning but a few seemed to cry. Thouse ones were often in the process of losing what little coverage their robes aforded. Lost in a trance her hand traced over a half naked bottom, the mortified boy seeming to be grabbing wildly at his robe as it dropped away from him.
Most of the statues were young girls and women similar age to Lucy-Loo. Nearly every girl looked pitiful however, she saw none happy. One her hands clamped over her naked breasts, her robe just slipping to her hip. Another clutching the robe to her front, her naked rump on full display. Another crouched covering her full nudity as the robe pooled at her feet. A final one made Lucy-Loo go weak in the knees. It looked so realistic. A young girl with arms twisted behind her head as if held. Her face a mask of shame and agony, her expression in the mist of crying out. Her body, every inch of budding beauty exposed, two small pointy breasts, even the nipples expertly carved, her private flower open and on show, her legs open.
She staggered over to a boy trying to shake the unease and wrongness of the situation. A crying boy his little boyhood on full show. The artist had captured his humiliation perfectly. His willy in question stood stiff, Lucy could only stare. He might not have been real, but he was very realistic and naked and boy her age.
She reached out and touched it, feeling the cold stone of his member brought an even greater blush to her cheeks.”Naughty Naughty Naughty” suddenly came an echoing laugh.
Lucy jumped back ashamed of being caught, and looked around wildly. “Where are you?” she cried but only laughter from all around was the response. A vlicking, knocking noise could be heard from just out of eyeline. The eerie sound almost made the poor girl wet her knickers as she spun around in total panic again now.
“This isn’t funny! Please help me” She cried which only brought a chorus of laughter from all around her, the warmth of the boys laughter was suddenly creepy. She shivered, shaking this was a nightmare.
She was suddenly pushed to the ground form behind, she let out a cry as she landed on the wet grass. Hands assaulted her pinning her down as her white dirty socks were pulled from her feet. “Get off noo!” she cried as her face was pushed down again as she tried to turn her head. She could only see blurs as the boys got off and ran back out of site behind trees or statues.
Shaking, she stumbled back to her feet.
“Little Lucy Loo… Little Lucy Loo … Losing her socks… whatever will she do?”
Came a chant from all around her, perfectly in sync horribly creepy in their childish voices.
“Who are you?” she cried trying to figure out how they knew her name.
“Little Lucy Loo… Little Lucy Loo … Losing her socks… whatever will she do?”
Lucy-Loo tried to make a run for it but as she ran past some statues a boy jumped out form behind it. She fell backwards only to be caught by another half naked boy. “Let me go..” she squealed as he wrapped his arms around her groping her small boobs. Over her shirt.. “Don’t touch me!”
The first boy used her restraint to pull her school skirt straight down revealing her pure white panties. He crouched in front staring closely at her clinging little panties showing the outline of her lovely little slit. The girl’s scream only brought more laughter as other boys appeared watching her stipping closely. He forced her bare feet out from her skirt fully stipping it away.
“Georgie-Porgie Pudding and Pie… Strips the girls and makes them cry!” The boys sang as the groping boy quickly swapped his grip and ripped her school shirt sending buttons flying everywhere as her little white bra was revealed to the boys, showing them her lack of cleavage.
Lucy felt helpless, the freaky fair skinned boys all crowded around her forcing her the ground and stripped her of everything but her knickers and bra. Grabbing a limb each they spread her and dragged her into the bright spotlight. Her damp knickers now stretched further showed the boys all her lack of womanly secrets as they all crowded around for a look.
Lucy-Loo cried and screamed and begged but there was nothing she could do as the freaky boys touched and prodded and nipped and poked and tease her private places with the nimble cold little fingers. Sobbing and choking on forced laughter the boys tickled her sensitive bare underarms and legs and feet others groped her bottom hands slipping under her panties, another flicked her nipples pulling her bra away revealing her little pink bullets much to the joy of the other boys.
She was dropped her bra forced over her head. Lucy-Loo cried in shame and fear as she huddled in a ball finally hiding her buddy breasts from the deviant boys. She scrambled to her feed and ran, she didn’t know why they let her go, but she ran.
Step by step only her knickers to cover her from the cold, she sprinted for the treeline. A click… An animal skull, a reaching impossible hand slid from behind a tree. Cold dread was all she could feel. Lucy-Loo couldn't even scream, she staggered backwards, she turned aroundm, her eyes shut fast and she ran again.
She bumped right back into the boys and they cheered as she fell against their groping hands again. Her knickers quickly slipped down her legs as the boys completed her stripping. She was as naked vunerable as the day she was born.
“The little girl oh Lucy-Loo … lost all her clothes …what will she do?
She tried to cover up by the boys were already picking her up again. She was smaller than all of them, so they easily separated her bare little slit from her hands and everyone laughed and teased as her most private areas was exposed to the laughing mean boys. She found herself pushed up on an empty stone plinth the boys all around looking up at her laughing.
A robe was thrown over her and she gratefully wrapped it around herself covering her nudity for the first time in an age. The clicking started again, drawing her attension from teh boys. The sound of snapping bone and chains rattling filled her head.
The boys all cheered and started chanting.
Witch, old witch, what do you wear?
Bone, and twig and scraps of black with childrens lost hair.
Witch, old witch, what do you eat?
Shame, and pain of girls so sweet.
Witch, old witch, what do you drink?
Tears and woes, what do you think?
The shape manifested, 8ft tall, arms of twig and jaggared bone, black hair falling from the deer skull on it’s head.
“Another for my collection” It’s voice like the rattle of the grave.
Despite the fear, despite the utter terror, Lucy-Loo looked around. A spell fell over her and suddenly every boy she could see was looking at her. they were suddenly familiar, she was on stage at school… all the boys and girls she knew were looking at her, waiting… the robe fell. She let out a scream… humiliation … life ending humiliation flew from her lips as everyone laughed and pointed and cheered. Her undeveloped body on display, her friends, family, teachers everyone could see her little pointy boobs, the boys she crushed on… the boys who perved and lifted skirts could see her hairless little slit… pink and swollen in excitement.
In that moment the witch took it’s fill eating the emotion from poor Lucy-Loo who turned to stone a new perfect statue for the her garden. A towel in mid fall totally exposing the young girls nudity.
Around her the boys danced and laughed but soon returned to their own plinths taking up smug poses ready to sleep until next year. The fog rolled in. The house vanished… the statues vanished…Lucy-Loo Vanished.
The story was inspirted by some of my earliest memories. My late grandmother used to have little statues of naked boys and girls wearing just robes. One of them she looked very embarrassed as teh robe as falling showing her bottom. Aparently these were quite common.
