That day and that morning

As the day went on, Pansy noticed more of the older boys smirking at her, and she was postive boys were making excuses to say the word "come" to her: "Come along, Pansy." "Come here!" "Come on, you're in the way." "Come off it." She was sure she did not hear that word that often on a normal day.

All day long, she thought about waking up coated in semen and how wet her crotch was. She knew shew as hexed, but did not know by whom and who knew about it, but she vowed to not let it happen again.

That night, Pansy cast a spell around her bed to alert her to anyone approaching. She eventually went to sleep.

The next morning, Pansy awoke with the morning sun. She sat upright. Her anus was very, very sore, and again, the crotch of her panties were very wet and sticky. "The fuck?" She climbed out of bed and hurried to the girls lavatory. She stripped and looked over her shoulder. She saw what looked like dried cum around her red anus and someone had written _Anal slut! _across her lower back in ink.

"FUCK ME!" she cried. "When I get my hands on the bloke who did this...ggggrrrrr!"

Someone walked into the lavatory behind her.