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Subject: {ASSM} Truth or Dare - Chap. 4 (f+/m, Fdom, bd, cbt)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 15:10:03 -0400
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This story is incomplete. Any comments or constructive criticism is 
welcome.

If I get enough of a response I will continue this story.

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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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long as it does not change the ideas or concept.
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read this story. This story contains violence and sexual situations. If 
this subject matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you.
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Truth or Dare (Chapter 4)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        Roger laid there cold and in pain. He balls pulsed with pain. He 
was sure they were swollen. Female voices drifted in through the tin wooden 
door. A prisoner, all he could do was lay there and wonder his fate. The 
door slowly opened and Jenny peeked in and blushed as she saw him. He was 
still there tied naked to her parents bed. She was glad that they would 
have time to clean up before her parents got home.

        "So what do we do?" Jenny asked in a quiet voice.

        "I say that we stick to the plan and use him like we want for the 
week." Angie smiled, ready for her turn.

        "We were drunk. We can end this all now." Melissa fidgeted as she 
spoke.

        "I agree with Angie. I want to have him some more. Last night was 
fun, and I like the feel of his dick in me." All the other girls stared at 
her, like she'd grow a second head. None of them would have said anything 
so forward. But, they could imagine that it would be nice.

        "I guess we stick to the plan. Since it's already to late to just 
apologize and let him go." Jenny also had plans that she wanted to keep. 
She figured it was better to look like you're just going along then to 
admit what you want.

        "But," Teresa said, a little shocked. "we can't do that. It's not 
right."

        "I think that you should have thought of that last night before you 
suggested him. Anyway I know that you want a piece of him." Teresa blushed 
as Angie poked her. "Just admit it and will move on."

        "Your wrong ... I." Teresa could feel all the eyes on her. "Okay, I 
do."

        "Good, now we need to keep to the plan. One day for each of us. 
That night we stay at his house to make sure he doesn't get away and when 
the weeks over we let him go and tell him how we're going to help him out. 
Deal?" Angie smiled. All the girls nodded, even Teresa reluctantly.

        "Well we did have plans to do some things last night. Wana' 
finish?" Jenny raised an eyebrow. A slow turn of smiles. "Good, I say first 
we give the poor boy a bath."

        "That should be fun." Ginger giggled. "I'll go start the bath, but 
isn't it a little small?"

        "I think that she's right. Maybe we should take him out side and 
give him a shower instead." Angie suggested.

        "We can save that for latter. I say that we just take turns. Half 
an hour each?" Jenny suggested.

        "Sounds good to me." Angie smiled, "We do have all day." The all 
agreed and drew numbers from a hat to see who got to go first.

        Roger laid there with his eyes closed until he heard the door open. 
All the girls came in. It was odd he could almost feel their eyes all over 
him.

        "So did you finally come to your senses and decide to let me go?"

        "Sorry Roger, but we decided to keep you. Just like we said." He 
couldn't believe what he was hearing. They kidnapped him, had their way, 
and still they wanted more. He had never been so humiliated. But, he 
couldn't help getting hard though he tried to fight it. All of them staring 
at him, it was too much. "I'm glad to see that you like the idea." Jenny 
giggled as she stroked the back of his cock with her nails making him slam 
to fully erect.

        "You know I can't control that. And, no I'm not happy with the 
idea, just let me go." Roger started to struggle with his bonds. Luckily 
for him they had left them kind of loose, so they wouldn't cut off his 
blood flow. They were also loose enough that one of them came loose, when 
he started jerking around. The girls all jumped back as he started to 
struggle. Teresa screamed as she saw his hand come free. It was all over 
she thought.

        "Grab him." Jenny yelled. Suddenly, all the girls started to leap 
on to him, holding him down under their weight. Jenny grabbed hold of his 
arm and  tried to keep him from hitting anyone.

        "I'm not going to hurt anyone, just let me go." Roger yelled as he 
struggled with them.

        "Well your not that lucky." Angie said as she smashed her elbow 
into his nuts. Roger choked a bit, and with the second and third hit all he 
could do was lie there and moan - his strength sapped away. As the girls 
crawled from him, his free hand cupped his groin. He rolled in his bonds. 
"Wow, that worked well." Angie snickered.

        "I think that we need to be more careful or some of us are going to 
get hurt." Jenny said. "And we need to be more careful with him. We don't 
want to hurt him." Jenny reached down and removed Roger's hand, it was like 
fighting with paper; he had no strength left to fight at the moment. "Poor 
guy. These look really sore and swollen." She held his sac in her hand and 
moved his balls around a bit. "Let me get my medical book," she said 
dropping them. Roger groaned. "OOPS, sorry." Jenny flinched, then wandered 
up stairs to get her book. Angie went out side and came back in with a 
couple pair of chains and some padded manacles. Everyone started at her.

        "What?" Looking down at the things in her hand. "Oh, these are my 
brothers. He does piercing - you know - all kinds. Some people fight a bit, 
so it's safer to tie'em down." Pulling two pair of hand cuffs from her back 
pockets she smiled, a gleam in her eye. "These are mine. Stainless Steel, 
no need to worry about rust." Jenny wandered back in flipping through her 
book. Grabbing hold of his nuts she started to mash and roll them in her 
fingers. Roger grabbed for her hand, but she easily smacked it away.

        "Would someone hold his arm down as I do this." Heather walked over 
and sat on his arm, not like he had much fight left in him. Roger moaned 
and groaned as Jenny examined his bobbles, none to gently. Rolling, 
squeezing, and pulling on them. "They seem okay. He should be fine." Jenny 
smiled, "the book says that testicles are quite tough and can take a real 
beating with out rupturing. Maybe we should test a little." Roger blanched 
at that. He was sure that he couldn't take much more.

        "Look what I have." Angie showed Jenny the cuffs. "Bath time?" 
Jenny nodded. Heather took the arm she had been sitting on and put one cuff 
around his wrist. Jenny untied the other and helped put it behind his back 
as they finished locking them in place. Roger just fell back on to his 
cuffed hands and moaned. he felt like he couldn't breath, a tight pain 
filled him from groin to chest. Teresa and Melissa untied his legs. "Guess 
that we're going to have to help him get there", she said as Roger laid 
there limply, not wanting to move. Angie and Jenny grabbed under his arms 
and helped him up to his feet. His legs were jelly. The girls watched as 
his knees buckled under his weight. Melissa was there, just in time, to 
catch him as he fell.

        "Guess that your going to need a hand." Melissa whispered into his 
ear. The large black girl spun him like a top and stared into his eyes. She 
mouthed 'can't wait till my turn'. As she leaned down and put him in a 
fireman's carry. Jenny and the rest gasped as they watched her carry him 
toward the bath like nothing. Melissa was much stronger then even they 
knew. Roger felt like a sack of potatoes, but didn't have the strength to 
argue about it. Melissa sat him down on the lid of the toilet, as Angie 
came up and clamped the other set of cuffs around his ankles. "Perfect, 
right Roger?" Melissa said as she made him hop over to the tub. She helped 
him slide into the hot sudsy water. It felt good as it sank deep into his 
muscles, it was almost relaxing, if he didn't have them all staring at him. 
The cuffs also made it a little more unpleasant. "Out, out, out!!" Melissa 
said as she pushed the other girls out. "Your all mine little boy." She 
smiled wickedly as she closed and locked the door. "I never knew that you 
were so cute." Wetting  her hand she caressed his check, "You know you 
should skip wearing those glasses." Roger blushed. Grabbing a wash rag she 
started to soap it up. With gentle hands she washed him; gently gliding the 
cloth over his chest and shoulders.

        "Why?" Roger looked at her the question hanging in the air.

        "Why what?" Melissa said a little confused. "I guess, because I 
drew the one from the hat."

        "I mean why are you doing this to me. I never did anything to you 
or them. I've never hurt anyone ever; so why?"

        "Well a game." Melissa said a little ashamed. "We were drunk and 
playing Truth or Dare - it was a dare."

        "You kidnapped me on a dare?" Roger was shocked, if not more so 
then before. "Who dared you all to kidnap me?"

        "Well no one." Melissa said confusing him even more. "You see the 
dare was not about you, it was a general dare. We chose you because Teresa 
told us that your parents were out of town." Roger laughed a depressed 
little laugh. "What?"

        "It's the first time ever I can say I'm sorry my parents decided to 
leave me alone."

        "Aww, come on it's not that bad." Melissa said as she reached under 
the water and massaged his rod. Roger jumped.

        "You say that when you get beaten and raped." Roger hiss. Melissa 
was taken aback. She never considered that - was this what they were doing? 
Melissa dropped the rag and walked from the room. The other girls leapt up 
from the couch as she walked in.

        "What's wrong?" Jenny asked concerned. "Did he hurt you?" 

        "No he didn't do anything to me. He just made me think I guess." 
Melissa spoke slow and thoughtful. "Are we raping him?" All the other girls 
were shocked at the question.

        "No of course not." Ginger said. "He's a guy. You can't rape a 
guy."

        "Can't you?" Melissa said. "We kidnapped, stripped, and did sexual 
things to him. I'd consider that rape."

        "So what?" Angie burst out angrily. "It's a little late to worry 
about that now. He's ours so we're going to play with him." Storming 
towards the bathroom she grabbed one of the scarves and a pair of panties. 
"Open your mouth or I'll crush them." Roger could tell by her eyes that she 
wasn't playing, so he opened his mouth. Angie shoved the panties into his 
mouth hard; Roger gagged as she tied the scarf around his head. "If you say 
another damn thing about anything I'm going to hurt you bad, got it?" Roger 
just stared into her eyes. Roughly she grabbed his face and asked again; he 
could see fire in her eyes, so he nodded. Walking back into the living room 
she stared them all down. "We've done it. Now we go on as is, until his 
times up. It's too late to turn back. End of story. You want to skip your 
turns, fine I'll take them, and make him regret it. But, were going to 
finish this. Other wise I'll tell the whole thing to the police."

        "You wouldn't!" Jenny yelled. "We'd all go to jail."

        "That's right. We ALL would." Angie smiled. "So, what do you wana' 
do? Go to jail, or have a little fun. In the end I'll make sure that he 
won't talk."

        "What do you mean?" Teresa blurted out in shock.

        "Just what I said, he won't tell any one. I'm going to make sure he 
knows what I'll do to him if he does." With a frown she looked at each one. 
"You better put your consciences in a bag till we're done. This is no joy 
ride any more. You better stick to what you were going to do to him, or 
I'll take over and make it ten times worse for him, and I'll enjoy it."

        "What's wrong with you Angie?" Jenny shook her head. "This is going 
too far."

        "Can't you tell - nothings too far for me." An evil gleam shined in 
her eyes, "I'm in it for the thrill and I like to see him in pain. It gets 
me off." Looking to Melissa she said, "So, you going to finish, or do I 
take over?"

        "I'll finish. But this discussion isn't over." Melissa wandered 
back to the bathroom and closed the door. "I'm sorry Roger this is the way 
it has to be." Melissa shook her head. "Guess we know a little of how you 
feel now." Roger cocked his head to the side. "We're being blackmailed now. 
Angie says that if don't follow out the whole thing that she's going to 
turn us in to the police." Melissa looked at Roger with concern, "She also 
said that she's going to make sure that you don't talk either. So, you 
better be careful." Melissa dug her hand into the water and pulled the wash 
rag out. She could still feel Roger's raging hard-on. She smiled a little. 
"I'm sorry, but I have to finish this. If I don't she's going to come in 
here and hurt you." With a little sigh she said, "Guess I need to leave my 
conscience at the door, or your going to get it worse then I could ever 
give you." With that she started to bathe him again. Gently taking the rag 
and rubbing it around his neck down his chest and over his thighs. Roger 
couldn't help but relax, it felt so good. Her hands like silk and the rag 
gently tugging at his skin. Melissa told him to get on his knees; she had 
to help him because it was almost impossible for Roger to get any balance 
with his hands and ankles cuffed together. Melissa slipped the gag off. "I 
have an idea, if you'll listen to it."

        "What now?" Roger sighed.

        "Well, if you'll agree to go along with it I'm sure that'll make 
some of us feel a little better."

        "Yea, that's my main concern."

        "As I was saying." Melissa continued with a little frown. "You can 
set some terms that I'm sure that most of us would agree to."

        "Like what?"

        "Well you could say that their has to be two of us with you at all 
times, that way Angie won't really be able to hurt you. We can stop her." 
Melissa rushed on. "You could also say that we can't do anything to you 
that would be permeate. And we can't use your money except on you."

        "How do I know this isn't some trick to humiliate me more?" Roger 
eyed her as she spoke.

        "I ... I guess I just feel guilty." Melissa dropped her eyes to the 
floor. "We were drunk and not thinking. We figured that you wouldn't even 
mind - since your a guy."

        "Funny, how women claim that men are sexist." Roger shook his head. 
"If you can keep her from hurting me anymore I'll agree, but only to stop 
her. I still think this is the scumiest thing that's ever happened to me."

        "Good, we'll go tell them in a second." Melissa smiled and started 
to stroke his cock. Roger couldn't help but rock in her grip. His dick 
pulsed in her hand as she got him off. Slowly she would move her hand over 
his soapy rod, squeezing the head on the up stroke. Roger just went with 
it, pumping a little with his hips as he tried to keep his balance. Finally 
with the last few quick strokes he blew his load into the water. Melissa 
enjoyed the grunting, and moaning along with having him in her hand: she 
even considered doing it again. Helping Roger from the bath she slowly 
dried him paying close attention to all the right parts. He just let her, 
he was resigned to a fate not of his choosing. But some choice was better 
then none. Melissa placed him over her shoulder as she finished draining 
the bath and carried him to the living room. They could still hear the 
others arguing.

        "Don't tempt me Jenny." Angie screamed at her. "I have nothing to 
loose."

        "I'd say that jail should concern you a bit. I know that I don't 
want to go there." Jenny shot back.

        "Pardon me," Melissa said as she put Roger down in one of the 
chairs. No one had noticed them come in. "We need to talk."

        "Who the hell told you to take the gag off him." Angie yelled as 
she walked towards them. Fists balled to hurt someone: Roger could tell it 
was going to be him, her eyes glaring at him.

        "Back off Angie!" Melissa said as she pushed her away before she 
got to Roger.

        "What the hell do you think your doing!?" Angie said as she focused 
on Melissa.

        "I'm making a deal." That threw Angie for a loop. Melissa hurried 
on. "Roger and I have spoken on the subject. He says that he'll allow us to 
go on if we follow a few rules."

        "When the hell did he get a choice in this." Angie raged. "He's our 
God damned prisoner."

        "I say that we give him a choice, it saves us all from allot of 
problems." Melissa said.

        "Like what?" Jenny added in before Angie could start yelling again.

        "Like not going to jail and worrying about what to do with him when 
it's all done."

        "What kind of rules?" Angie asked in an angry voice; though she 
knew that her advantage was slipping away. Her threats from that point on 
would be hollow. She'd have to change that. She liked having control over 
the group and him especially. He was going to teach her the meaning of pain 
and torture, she would watch it in his eyes.

        "Well no permeate damage to him. No using his money or taking 
things from his house. And at least two of us with him at all times, for 
everyone's safety."

        "And no more hitting me in the groin." Roger interjected.

        "No deal." Angie fired in as soon as it left his mouth. "Your 
property till we let you go." Melissa shot him a look.

        "Fine, but remember nothing permeate, so your going to have to be 
careful." Melissa smiled. She had a few shots she wanted to get in her 
self.

        "Hey! I thought that I was the one ..." Melissa turned and shoved 
the panties into his mouth and tied the scarf as he spoke.

        "So, deal?" She looked around the room. All the girls nodded, 
though Angie did so reluctantly. Roger protested a bit into his gag but no 
one seemed to notice. "So who was next."

        "I was." Angie smiled evilly at Roger. "Can you take him back in 
there for me?"

        "Sure." Melissa smiled, grabbing him and throwing him over her 
shoulder. "You know I kind of like carrying him around." Angie snorted at 
her.

        "Why did I guess that." Angie pulled the keys to the cuffs out of 
her pocket, and unlocked the ones around his ankles. Shoving them back in 
her pocket she waited for Melissa to leave. "The deal starts after this 
right?"

        "I guess." Melissa shrugged. What could she do to him in the bath. 
"Later hot thing." She said with pecking him on the cheek and gave him a 
wink. Angie started the water running; very hot by the look of it. Steam 
filled the room.

        "So ready for a nice warm bath?" Angie said as she started to strip 
of her clothes. "Hope you like what you see." Roger did of course. She was 
a beautiful red head, natural he could now see. Her breasts were firm and 
pert. Her legs were those of a run strong and powerful. She stepped 
gingerly into the tub. Grabbing his arm she pulled him over and helped him 
in. She sat him down and slowly lowered herself down his back. Letting her 
cunt lips run down his spine. Roger felt his dick hardening as she slid 
down. Angie let her legs slide down his and rested her feet on his inner 
thighs. Pushing him forward she forced him to rest his head between her 
breasts. She couldn't help but think it felt nice to have a man against 
her. So much fun she had planned, and nothing was going to change it; deal 
or no deal. Reaching up Angie pulled a rag from the bar and started to wash 
him with the hot water. "See Roger it's not all that bad. Funny thing is I 
agree with you, it is rape." Angie giggled. "I think it's about time that 
men know what it's like to be raped. What it's like to be helpless. Not you 
in particular. Hell I think you were a virgin till last night, but plenty 
of others need that lesson." Grabbing hold of his throat and squeezing a 
bit she asked, "Don't you think?" Roger nodded a little scared what she 
might do if he didn't agree. "I'm glad Roger. But, like with all things, I 
think examples need to be made." Angie placed her head on his. "It can be 
you, or you can help me get one who does deserve it. The person that made 
me this way: so angry and wanting revenge. You can help me get the one that 
raped me." Roger tried to turn to see if she was joking, but she tightened 
her grip on his throat. Her voice hitched a little, "not that I'm not going 
to hurt you, but it's him I really want. If you promise to help me, I'll 
take it easy on you - well at least easier then I would have." She stroked 
his throat a bit as she let it go. "So do you agree?" Roger thought for a 
second. Angie pounded her heel back into his groin, and asked in a rougher 
voice. Roger could only nod and hope that she would never really want him 
to help her. "As I said we need examples, though, and I need practice 
before I get a hold of him." Angie rubbed her hands down his chest and 
massaged his shoulders with a soft gentle touch, but as she did she started 
alternating heel to heel into his groin. It was a nightmare, pain and 
pleasure mixed. Angie used both heels into his balls to help push him back 
towards her. Roger could only moan in pain. Kissing his neck and shoulders 
she kept the barrage going. A hazy world of pain was all he had to cling 
to. Reaching around she started to pump his cock getting it hard in her 
hand. Twisting and pulling it; playing it like putty as she kept up the 
attack on his jewels. Roger couldn't stop from getting hard even through 
the pain. Angie could feel his body shaking against her, confused by it's 
own impulses. She twisted and stroked it hard, kissing and kicking. As she 
felt Roger start to come she slammed her heels back in to his balls over 
and over. Roger shot off like a race horse, spurting across the tub. Pain 
and pleasure became one. Angie stopped her attack as the last few drops of 
cum were forced from him. Roger laid against her weak and in pain, but also 
pleasured like never before. Angie slid from the bath and started it 
draining. Fumbling through her things she pulled a long cord from her 
purse. Roger just laid there with his eyes closed as the last of the water 
drained away. He wasn't even sure if he could move. His mind and body 
overwhelmed.

        Angie looped the cord and tied it into a noose, reaching down she 
placed his balls in it and pulled it tight. Roger grunted in pain, his eyes 
shot open as he could feel her tugging on them. The pain was intense.

        "Now your in for some real fun lover boy." She said as she pulled 
the cord over the towel bar. "Funny thing is that most of these won't take 
all that much weight, but this one was built into the wall." Angie started 
pulling on the cord. Roger had to push his hips up to take off some of the 
pressure, but she kept pulling. Soon his back was arched as far as he 
could, but her pulling never seemed to stop. As he lifted himself onto his 
toes the pressure was intense: a pain like never before. It was like she 
was trying to rip them off of him. They were stretched as far as they could 
go cords pulled to the limit. His feet kept slipping leaving his balls the 
only thing keeping him from falling. Roger screamed in pain into the gag, 
as Angie tied off the cord. "When I get him, he won't even get to lean on 
the ground. I'm going to have him hanging by his balls till he screams for 
mercy, and then some." Angie calmly walked from the room and sat down on 
one of the chairs. All the others looked at her. "You know if I were you 
all and wanted to keep your deal. I'd go help the poor boy." For a second 
they all looked confused and started running to the bathroom. Had she 
drowned him? As they ran in one by one they all stopped in shock Roger was 
hanging there by his balls crying and trying to screaming through his gag. 
Jenny grabbed the cord and started trying to untie it, but it was knotted 
tight. As she pulled and fought with it Roger screamed even louder.

        "Jesus." Heather said in shock. "Is Angie insane." Jenny tried and 
tried at the knot but was getting no where. Giving a big yank, in 
frustration, she tried to pull it free, but all she managed to do was pull 
Roger off his feet. Pain coursed through him as his weight landed on his 
already sore balls. Jenny's pulling and shaking was the last he could take 
as he slipped into unconsciousness.

        "Will someone help me please!!" Jenny yelled in a panic. She could 
see that he was no longer moving and he was starting to choke into his gag. 
His balls were turning an odd burgundy blue as his weight pulled the noose 
even tighter. Melissa reached down and picked Roger up. Teresa was quick to 
grab the noose and pull it free of his groin. Ginger untied the scarf so 
she could pull the gag out. Melissa rushed him to the bedroom and lay him 
down. Jenny reached down and checked his testicles. Both were still intact, 
swollen but intact. When they were sure that he was okay they stormed into 
the living room, but Angie was gone. A note and the key to the cuffs sat on 
the table. It said:

        Be back soon. Take good care of my boy, because I have plans for 
him. And don't get any ideas of letting him go, because I'm sure that at 
the moment he'll call the police on us. He's a good guy, but he can't be 
trusted yet. But, I'll fix that. Angie.

All they could do was sit and wonder what was going to happen next.

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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