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BR&T date: Wednesday, 25 March 1998

As soon as she arrived home from school, Courtney Weller opened the envelope she'd been given by a boy in her class at school. She read aloud, with a little trouble on the longer words,

Dear Courtney,

You are invited to my 8th birthday party this saturday at my place, at 9 AM. Dress for a dressy party. I hope to see you there.

Roger North

Plus If you don't know where I live, there's a map on the back.

"Wow!" she said, handing the invitation to her mother. "I've been invited to a birthday party for the nicest boy in the class. I wonder if I'm the only girl he invited? Oh, probably not. He knows I know where he lives, so he must have written this for other people, too. What should I wear? Can I get a new dress? I want to be as pretty as I can be!"

BR&T date: Saturday, 28 March 1998

Three days later, early in the morning, wearing a beautiful new party dress (white with pale yellow fringe), shoes, and socks, with her beautiful long brown hair in shiny yellow ribbons, Courtney stood at the door to Roger's house. When she knocked, Roger himself opened the door for her and invited her in. She saw other girls already at the party, but she soon forgot her disappointment by enjoying the cake and ice cream and games.

Half an hour later, Roger approached her. "There's more cake in the kitchen if you want some," he told her. "Chocolate!"

"My favorite!" she cheered, and headed for the kitchen.

While serving herself another piece of chocolate cake, Courtney couldn't help overhearing several boys talking. Thinking it was odd for that many boys to be together in the small pantry, she stepped closer to listen.

"I'm going to put something in one of the drinks that will make a girl fall asleep," a boy said in a hushed voice. Courtney heard clearly despite the closed door. "She'll be out for about an hour," he continued. Other boys murmured. "Because then we can do anything we want, and she'll never know!" he explained. Other boys murmured excitedly. "Here's how," he said. "I'll put it in the middle glass on a tray of five drinks, then one of you can pass out the drinks. Girls only, of course, you dope! We'll watch and see who takes the middle one. She'll get real sleepy real fast, then we can do whatever we want!"

"Who do you hope takes it?" another boy asked, speaking clearly. Courtney pressed her ear to the door to hear.

"Courtney!" a boy said. She jumped away, afraid she'd been caught, until she heard the rest of the boys respond. "Yes, Courtney!" another agreed. "Yes! Courtney is the prettiest!!" a third one said, too loudly, before the other boys hushed him. She put her ear back to the door and heard the rest of the boys all agree: she was the girl they all hoped would take the middle drink and fall asleep, because she was so pretty.

Seven-year-old Courtney thought the plan sounded naughty, and only naughty boys would do something like that. 'That must be why they're hiding in the pantry to talk about it,' she thought. Still, she felt pleased by their compliments. She also couldn't help wondering. 'What do they want to do? What would boys want to do with a girl who was asleep? What do they want to do with me?' she wanted to know, but knew she couldn't just ask them. She knew they wouldn't tell her their naughty plan. But she had an idea how to find out; a daring idea, if she dared to do it.

Courtney quickly left the kitchen so she wouldn't be caught listening to the boys. She hoped no one had noticed how long she was gone. A minute or two later, she saw a boy leaving the kitchen carrying a tray of five drinks arranged in a line. She quickly approached him. "I'm thirsty!" she said, and reached out to take the middle drink. "Thanks!" she added, and turned away, pretending to drink it.

Now she had to make a decision. Should she drink it, and fall asleep, and let the boys do whatever they wanted to do? 'No,' she decided, 'I want to know what they do.' She wandered toward the kitchen, glancing to see that no one was following her (though it seemed that several boys kept an eye on her). In the kitchen, she looked back to make sure no one saw, poured the drink down the drain, and quickly raised it to her lips again. She smiled as she returned to the party pretending to finish off the empty glass. She put it back on the tray.

Courtney noticed more boys watching her with subtle smiles, as if in eager anticipation of something. 'I'm going to find out what your naughty little plan is,' she thought, smiling back at them. She decided she'd waited long enough, and pretended to get sleepy. She approached Roger, wondering if he was one of the boys who was in on the plan. "I'm feeling a little tired," she said. "I don't want to leave your party, but is there some place I can rest for a little bit?"

Roger led her down a hallway, to the bedrooms, opened a door, and waved her in. Courtney couldn't help noticing a few boys peeking around the corner of the hallway as she entered the bedroom. From the rockets and stuff, she guessed it was Roger's own bedroom. She dropped onto the bed, face up, as if she was really sleepy, closed her eyes, and stayed still. She heard the door close as he left the room. Courtney turned to the door and listened carefully, barely peeking at it. A boy just outside the bedroom door said "Give her a couple of minutes, and she'll be zonked!" For awhile all she heard were snickers and whispers.

When she saw the door begin to open, she turned her head away and closed her eyes tighter. She heard footsteps entering the room. Lots and lots of footsteps. Courtney pretended to be asleep as the boys surrounded her on all sides of the bed.

"Hurry!" a boy whispered.

Another boy spoke. "We don't have to hurry. We have at least an hour. And we don't have to be quiet, either. She can't possibly wake up!"

Courtney recognised Roger's voice, and realised that the 'nicest' boy in the class had planned it all. Still, she wondered what he had planned. She was going to find out.

"I got it going," a boy across the room said. "It's on."

"Make sure it's on her," Roger told him, "then come give us a couple of hands."

With some difficulty, Courtney stayed relaxed, completely loose, as she felt boys gently lift her by her arms, chest, knees, and hips. No one supported her head, so she had to be careful to let her head hang down backward so they wouldn't know she wasn't asleep. She felt her dress slide along her body almost up to her neck, as boys shifted their hands out of the way to let it past. The boys lowered her down onto the bed. She knew they could all see her panties and even her titties.

In confirmation, she immediately felt fingers touching her titties, rubbing all over her chest, sides, and up and down her legs and arms. There must have been at least a dozen boys handling her all at once.

Soon, to her shock, she felt her panties begin pulling down. She felt the elastic bands slide down along her thighs, past her knees, and down along her legs to her ankles. From the nudges to her shoes, she knew the boys had taken her panties completely off of her. She almost gasped when hands on her ankles pulled her legs apart. Wide apart.

Courtney stayed still, almost naked from the neck down, letting the whole swarm of boys do whatever they wanted to do to her. She couldn't very well protest now, or try to stop them, and let them know she'd been awake all along while they pulled her dress up and her panties off. She knew she had to stay 'asleep' until the boys were done and left her alone again. Then she would 'wake up' and go back to the party, acting like she never knew. It would be just like they planned, except that she would know what they did, and they would never know she knew.

Once again, at least a dozen boys ran their hands all over her, but most especially up and down her legs, her belly, and all over her pussy lips. Fingers touched and poked and rubbed her pussy. Fingers pulled her pussy lips apart. Wide apart.

"Sure glad we're getting all this!" Roger laughed. "For later," he added.

"That was a great idea," another boy agreed. Others snickered. "Wait until she finds out," one said, sounding amused. "Hey, she isn't going to find out, I thought. Right?" a boy asked hesitantly. "Nobody's going to tell her about that," Roger declared.

Figuring from their active hands that none of the boys were looking at her face, Courtney very slightly opened her eyes to peek out to see what they were talking about. She saw a video camera pointed at her from the top of the dresser, with its light blinking on and off to show it was recording, just like it had at the party. Roger had aimed it at her earlier and asked her to say her name and age. She did so with a little confusion, since he already knew both. She remembered he did the same with other girls at the party, but none of the boys.

Now it sat there, propped up to aim straight at her. At her naked legs spread out on the bed, and her naked pussy as the boys felt her all over. Again she almost gasped, but stopped herself. She didn't know they were going to be making a movie of her! She was almost naked, and the boys would be able to see her pussy in the movie over and over forever!

Courtney closed her eyes again, to make sure anyone watching the movie wouldn't be able to tell she was awake and letting the boys do everything to her. It was far too late to back out now. For them to know she was letting them do it would be the worst thing that could happen, she thought, and now with the camera on her, she couldn't make even the slightest move that would give her away. If she did, they would have proof that she had been awake. Maybe she would get it from them somehow after she pretended to wake up, but kept still in case she couldn't.

The boys pulled on her ankles again, stretching her legs wider, spreading her pussy wider open, in front of the video camera. She let them. Boys lifted her waist, boys felt her, rubbing their hands all over her bare bottom. She let them. Boys pulled her dress up onto her neck. She let them. Boys unbuckled her fancy white party shoes and pulled them off of her. She let them. Boys slid her lacy white ankle socks down and stripped them off of her so she was barefoot, now completely naked from her neck down. She let them. She realised that a boy had picked up the video camera and had begun carrying it around to record her from other angles, and other boys moved out of his way when he asked, yet she let them.

Boys flipped her over, face down. She felt little tugs on the back of her dress from them undoing the buttons. They flipped her over again, face up, and pulled her arms up by her head. She knew what they were going to do: the boys were obviously getting ready to pull her dress past her face and all the way off of her. She let them, knowing she was going to be completely naked in front of them, even completely naked in the movie. She whimpered just a little when her dress pulled past her face, but none of the boys seemed to notice. Courtney stayed absolutely quiet, pretending to be asleep, letting the boys do as they wanted, wondering when they would be done and would leave her alone.

They untied her yellow hair ribbons and pulled them off of her. They pulled her ankles and wrists wide to the sides of the bed. For awhile she wondered if they had tied her hair ribbons around her wrists and ankles. Then they pulled them tight, stretching her across the bed, and she was sure of it. She let them. When would they finish and let her be? At last they untied the ribbons. Courtney imagined herself on the bed, utterly naked, without even a single hair ribbon left to her, in front of all those boys. And the camera.

For half an hour, the pretty, slender, naked seven-year-old girl, spread wide across her classmate's bed, let the boys at the party do whatever they wanted to do with her body. She'd let them strip her completely naked, see her all over, and touch her all over. Then she limply let them put her in any position they wanted, flip her over, spread her legs wide, prop her up various ways, flip her face-up again, and even make a video recording of her as they did everything to her they wanted. She'd certainly learned what boys wanted to do to a girl. At least some of it. Probably all, by then, she thought. Soon they would all go away, then she could pretend to wake up. They'd done a lot of things, even repeated some, so she must already know everything they wanted to do, she was pretty sure. Not even close. Not yet.

Then she got the shock of her life.

"By the way, everyone, there's something you didn't know," the birthday boy snickered. "She isn't asleep! There was never anything in her drink at all! I sent her into the kitchen at the right time, and Zach let her hear him say all that stuff about the drinks. She took it on purpose, but even if she drank it, which I doubt, it couldn't put her to sleep. She's faking it!"

"Huh?" said the boy who had carried the tray. The other boys were surprised also. Most were very amused, but one was skeptical. "What? You mean she's just letting us do this??" he challenged, tweaking her titty hard.

Courtney barely suppressed a whimper.

"And this?" he continued, flicking her clitty hard with his finger, then pulling it out between his fingers and pinching.

"Eeu," she squealed.

"Yes, that's what I mean. Right, Courtney?" Roger teased.

She stayed still and silent, shocked that he knew, even more shocked that he had obviously planned for her to be awake, yet she kept pretending to be asleep. She thought if she could fool them long enough, maybe he'd give up. She couldn't let them know she'd been awake the whole time. She couldn't bear the shame.

"Here, I'll prove it," Roger said. "Get her off the bed. Stand her up. Right. Out here in the middle of the room. Keep that camera on her." He paused. "Now let go of her!" he said suddenly.

Just as suddenly, there she stood, on her own, quite obviously awake, stark naked in front of all the boys at the party. Courtney slowly opened her eyes, and saw the boys all grinning at her. She didn't say a word. What could she have possibly said? What could she do now?

What would they do now, she wondered with dread. Now that they knew. Now that they could tell ... or show everything she'd let them do... and show absolutely everything she had.

"Once more, for the record," Roger, the nicest boy in the class, smirked. "Look at the camera and tell everyone your name and age. Your full name this time. Then get back on the bed and spread out just like you were, but with your eyes open."

She faced the camera and began to cry. Courtney realised she had made a very big mistake. She still had no idea just how big it was. Not even close. Not yet.

BR&T date: Monday, 30 March 1998

To the guys of B R and T Magazine.

We all like your magazine a lot. We like seeing what you do to girls. We have something we think you will like. I mean we have someone we think you will like. Her name is Courtney Grace Weller. She is 7. This is a copy of a video we made of her. Let us know if you want her for your magazine. Please? All of us want to see her in your magazine. We will all love to see what you do to her!!

Roger and all boys in her class


Plus We think Courtney is the prettiest but if you want Kelly Mindy Sharon Carmen Lynn or Katie instea too we can probably get them the same way. They are 7 or 8 like they say at the start of the video.

Plus Zach hopes you do to Courtney what you did to Cindy Michelle Graymont even if you have to keep her. Will you? If you do we all want to be there to watch!

BR&T date: Thursday, 2 April 1998

To all the boys of Courtney's class, especially Roger,

Great start! We want Courtney, of course, and every girl in the video you can get, too. But before we decide what to do to Courtney, we want you to make another video for us. We are including a brand new video camera, much better than the one you had. Happy birthday! We think you'll be very happy with it, and you'll make us happy with it!

We are also including four BR&T cuffs for you to use when you make the next video. Be careful handling them. We don't want any of you boys to be hurt by the little tacks on the insides of them.

Make the second video of her in the same room, but with her saying her name and age at the beginning of it, not at the end like the first one. Have her say she's a little fuckrag, she's going to do what she's told, and she's going to get what she deserves. Make her take off her clothes, all of them. Put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. (They're too small to use for a collar!) Have her get on the bed, and use the cords we're sending to tie her to the bedposts we saw in the last video. Face down or face up, we won't care which you do first.

When she's tied, do whatever you want until the time on the camera says one hour. We know you'll have some good ideas, but just to make sure, we're including some things you might want to use. (Here's the collar to go with the four cuffs!) You can keep everything we sent, of course. We have lots more.

Robert Blackrock
BR&T Magazine


PS: We agree, Courtney is the prettiest, but if you can get Lynn next, we want her just as much! Kelly, Mindy, Sharon, Carmen, and Katie will have to wait, but not very long. After all, they won't be pretty for much longer. Do any of them have little sisters? Can you get any of them?

PPS: Cindy lives a long way from you, so we can't take all of you to see Courtney on the same stage, but if the second video you make is good enough, you can all watch what we do to Courtney for her third video, in that same room! We're sure you'll love it as much as we will.

BR&T date: Monday, 6 April 1998

You guys are the greatest!

We made the second video just like you said. It was hard to get the pink things on her after the first one with her kicking and fighting us so much but we did it. Then she stopped fighting we guess because it hurt to pull away from us holding the rings on them. We had to use longer cords to tie her to the bed because we tied her sideways so we could get her legs wider. Was that okay or do we have to make the video all over again? We will if you say so.

Roger and the rest of us


Plus Courtney says Hi! Just kidding! She really says Haaaauuwwiiee!!

Plus She has a little sister named Leanne. She is six. Here is her picture from the school class picture. We said to bring her with her next time. Is that okay?

Plus Whats a fuckrag? We keep seeing that word in the magazine but none of us knows what it means. Zach says it must just mean a pretty girl. Is he right? Is Leanne a little fuckrag too?

BR&T date: Wednesday, 8 April 1998

You boys are the greatest, too!

You're learning quick! Here are four more BR&T cuffs now that you're doing two girls at the same time. Thanks for the school picture of Leanne. We're going to put it in the magazine to see if anyone votes for her to be the next featured BR&T girl.

Yes, Leanne is a sweet little fuckrag just like Courtney, and we'll make sure she gets what she deserves! We'll show you exactly what that means when we make our own videos of both of them, but we want them to be virgins when we start, so you'll have to wait until we show you.

The way you tied Courtney is fine. Better than fine. We should have thought of that ourselves and included longer cords.

Send us any new videos or pictures you take of her. Here's a brand new camera for you to take better pictures of Courtney and Leanne and any other girls you get.

Robert Blackrock
BR&T Magazine


PS: You don't have to hide what you're doing from your neighbor. You might want to ask if he'll let you play in his back yard. Who do you think left the magazine in your treehouse where only you would find it?

PPS: If we hurry, we can take both Leanne and Courtney to this month's Swat Meet on the 15th! You won't have to worry about them missing school, since they wouldn't be going home anyway. You boys will still get to see both of them a lot, though. They'll be in the magazine over and over, getting all kinds of fun things done to them.