Author's Note: The author does not condone in, nor encourage the
content found in his stories. Any and all characters are purely
fictional. Adults only. If you are underage, or if stories of sex
between minors offends you, please leave now.



Summary: In order to become an official member of a club, a
gullible girl must do whatever the members tell her to do.

(b+/g, inter, oral, pedo, rape)



  The boys' club had a strict policy: no girls allowed. The
clubhouse was actually a treehouse, built by the fathers of a few
club members. The tree was located in the woods, close to the
boys' neighborhood. Inside, the boys were debating about who's
the best out of Batman and Superman, when Sandra approached the
large, wooden treehouse.

  Sandra had short, jet black hair and big, brown eyes. She was a
bit pudgy, with a round face and a round belly. A peach dress,
which covered a white, short sleeve shirt, reached down to her
knees. Also, she wore white saltwater sandals and clear-rimmed
glasses.

  "Hey, guys!", she called with her brown hands surrounding her
pink lips.

  The faint chatter she heard inside stopped and a fat boy with a
backwards, red baseball hat and green eyes poked his round head
out a big, freshly-cut square. He wore a mostly black Jordan
jersey.

  "What do you want?", he asked in an annoyed tone.

  "Can I play with you?"

  "No girls allowed!", another boy answered, sharply. This boy
had red hair, brown eyes, and braces. He was wearing a white,
checkered shirt.

  "Please?", begged Sandra. "I'll do anything to be in your
club."

  "No!", said the fat boy. "Go home and play with your dolls or
something!"

  The rejected girl hesitated, then dropped her hands. With a
deep sigh, she turned around and began to walk away. Her eyes
began to water as she looked over her shoulder, at the grayish
tree.
      ___________________________________________

  "Hold up, Matt", the redhead said to the fat boy with long, red
shorts and red and white sneakers, "she said she'll do anything
to get in, right?"

  "Yeah. So what, Reggie?" Reggie wore black sweatpants and white
sneakers.

  "So, we could make her be our slave for today. We could make
her do all kinds of stuff."

  "Do we have to let her into the club?", Carlos spoke up,
disappointedly. He had curly, black hair and small, green eyes.
He was wearing a dark blue T-shirt with black sweatpants and
black sneakers.

  "Nah. We'll make her think we'll let her in so she'll let us
mess with her."

  "Mess with her how?" asked Matt, in disbelief.

  Before Reggie could respond, Carlos asked: "You mean like, make
her do our homework and chores?"

  "No. I mean funny things, like... getting naked." The rest of
the boys laughed out loud at that suggestion.

  "Yeah, let's do it!", the youngest boy, Benny, agreed. He had
dark skin with very short, black hair. His squarish head had a
wide nose and brown eyes. He was wearing a sky blue T-shirt with
a left chest pocket, a blue pair of jeans, and black sneakers
with blue stripes across the sides.

  "This'll teach her not to bug us", stated Reggie.

  There weren't many parents in the area who had pre-teenaged
kids. Because there were no girls close to her age, Susie would
often try to convince the boys to let her play with them. Though
she wasn't a tomboy, she was willing to play any game she spotted
them playing.

  Matt stretched his flabby arm straight out in front of him. The
other three boys stacked their hands on top of his.

  "One, two, three...", he began.

  "Boys rule!", everyone exclaimed in unison, raising their hands
as high as they could.

  "Carlos, you go get her and bring her back here", commanded
Matt.

  "Aye-aye", replied Carlos, saluting him with his left hand.

  He slid his legs down the square hole that was in the center of
the treehouse and climbed down the rope ladder. When he landed on
the hard dirt, he ran in the direction that his two friends saw
Sandra go. It didn't take long for him to spot Sandra and catch
up with her.

  "Sandra", he panted when he was about a foot away from her. She
spun around and met his eyes, though he was a couple inches
taller than her. She wasn't crying anymore, but there was still a
tear stream on each of her cheeks. "Hi, um, we were talking, and
uh, we decided that we need a new member in the club."

  "Really?", she beamed.

  "Yeah. Do you still want to join the club?"

  "Yes."

  "Before we let you into the club, you have to do stuff for us
so you can be a member."

  "What kind of stuff?"

  "I can't tell you here. There could be spies from other clubs
trying to learn our secrets. Let's go back to the clubhouse."

  "Okay", she said excitedly.

  Carlos turned around and walked back the way he came. Sandra
followed him, a few steps behind. She grinned to herself, knowing
that all of her pleading finally paid off. When they returned to
the clubhouse, Carlos held the ladder steady for her.

  "You go first, since you're the new member."

  Sandra was flattered, but remained calm. She held the sides of
the fifteen-step rope ladder and put one foot above the other. As
Carlos looked up, he caught a few glimpses of her white panties.
When she reached the final step and climbed through the hole, he
started up the ladder.

  Sandra scanned the large interior with her eyes. Two large,
rectangular holes were in the wall that was facing the direction
of the path that led back to the houses. Because of the many tree
branches and green leaves, it wasn't a good view of the houses.
There was a silver coat rack on the side wall. A small, black
lantern sat in a corner.

  "Welcome to the clubhouse", greeted Benny.

  "We're sorry about what happened earlier", said Reggie.

  "That's okay", replied Sandra, with her hands behind her back.
"So what do I do to be a club member?"

  "All of the old members have to dare the newest member to do
some things", Matt informed her. "There's me, Reggie, Carlos, and
Benny. That's four dares. We have to decide which one dares you
first. Hold on."

  The boys moved to a far corner and huddled up. She leaned in
and tried to hear what they were whispering, but couldn't
decipher the gibberish. They broke up their group and walked back
to her.

  "Do a handstand for ten seconds", said Carlos.

  "I don't know how to do that", replied Sandra.

  Carlos thought about it, then looked around the room.

  "Get against a wall and do it."

  Sandra walked to the wall behind her and got on her hands and
knees. Using her feet, she pushed herself up, lowering her head
to the floor. Her hair cushioned the top of her head as it helped
support her while she positioned her hands on either side of it.
She put the soles of her sandals on the wall. In her head, she
began the count.

  As she performed the handstand, the long skirt of her dress got
reversed. Closer and closer, it inched toward her upper body,
baring her open legs along the way. The boys' eyes were glued to
the hem of that dress. Before they could see anything, ten
seconds were over, and she allowed her legs to fall down. Her
legs were closed at the time.

  "What do I do now?", Sandra asked, spinning around to face
them.
  "Take your clothes off", ordered Matt. Sandra's ears perked up
and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what he just
said. Her eyes dropped to the light brown floor, then back to
him.

  "W-what?", she asked nervously.

  "Take your clothes off", he repeated, trying not to smile.

  Innocent little Sandra wanted to run as far as she could, but
her desire to become a club member kept her in there. She took a
step back, then unbuckled her sandals, before taking them off and
placing them by her side. After putting her right arm into her
dress, she held the thin, right strap with her left hand and
pulled the dress over her head, before allowing it fall to the
floor. The white T-shirt that she wore barely covered her belly
button, let alone her white panties.

  She took off her shirt the same way she did her dress. Her
areolas were small and dark, centered by even tinier nipples. All
of the boys stared at her with their mouths open.

  "Take your underwear off, too", stammered Matt, clearly getting
excited.

  Sandra's heart leapt in her chest. Her thumbs hooked her
waistline, and she froze and looked toward the group, at no one
in particular.

  "Don't you want to be our friend?", Matt inquired.

  She looked at him and gave him a slow, barely noticeable nod.
Her teeth were closed and her mouth was open. The bashfulness was
obvious in her brown eyes. The boys all observed her in anxiety;
like a flock of vultures watching a starving animal wander about,
aimlessly, under the hot sun.

  She hooked her thumbs deeper into the waistline and held the
leg holes with the rest of her fingers. Cautiously, she crouched
down to her knees and pulled the panties from under her butt.
Sitting on the wooden floor, she raised the panties over her
knees and lowered them to her heels. With one hand, she held them
while stepping out of her left, then right leg hole. She sat
there with her knees up to her chin until Matt commanded her to
stand up and open her legs.

  The seven year old girl was now standing completely nude, in
front of four boys, who were all at least one year older than
her. There were no signs of puffiness on her chest, and her labia
stuck out beneath her hairless mound. First Benny, then Reggie,
then Carlos, then Matt stepped to her and began to feel on the
first nude female they ever saw in person. A faint smile appeared
on her reddened face as hands traced her nipples, caressed her
belly, rubbed her butt, and poked her cunt lips.

  "Am I in now?", she asked no one in particular.

  "Not yet", Matt told her, while rubbing her soft butt. "There's
still some more stuff for you to do."

  "Well, can I put my clothes back on?"

  "No. Not until we tell you to."

  Hands went up and down her little legs, squeezed her butt
cheeks, and pinched her brown nipples. When everyone was
satisfied, they stopped feeling on her.

  "For your next dare", began Reggie, "you have to suck our
willies."

  Sandra had no idea what he meant.

  "How can I put a whale in a straw?", she asked, curiously.

  The room filled with laughter as she looked at them with a
serious expression on her face, wondering what was so funny.

  Reggie unzipped his jeans and put his thumb into the front of
the white and red waistband of his Superman underwear, pulling it
open.

  "This is a willy", he told her.

  Sandra stared at his stiff pole in disbelief. It was four
inches long, with a purple head.

  "Do all of you have that?", asked Sandra.

  "Yup", answered Carlos. He then tugged the waistbands on his
black pants and white underwear, revealing his four-inched,
mushroom-headed member.

  Matt and Benny mimicked the other two. Sandra was now staring
at four, hard poles of different sizes.

  "Since it's my dare, you have to suck mine first", said Reggie.

  Sandra watched it bob up and down as Reggie approached her.
When he was standing a few inches in front of her, she got on her
knees. Confused, she looked up at him.

  "Put it in your mouth", he said, in anticipation.

  Sandra opened her mouth and slowly moved her head toward his
cock, staring at his flat stomach. She stopped when it hit the
back of her throat and her nose was inches away from the base.
Her lips closed on it and she stopped moving. Reggie backed his
hips away from her, making his cock slide along her lips, teeth,
and tongue, then quickly pushed himself back in.

  "Move your head up and down."

  With caution, Sandra bobbed her head forward, then backward.
She didn't taste anything foul, so she did it faster. Suddenly,
Reggie flinched, prompting her to look up at him.

  "Watch your teeth. Don't put your teeth on it."

  Without a word, Sandra opened her teeth and bobbed at a steady
pace. His hands went to her head and his fingers ran all over her
silky hair. His chest heaved up and down as his breathing
quickened. After a while, he tapped her left shoulder.

  "Now, you do them", panted Reggie, indicating the other boys,
who were gazing at her, hungrily.

  Matt waltzed over to her, held his shirt up, and pulled his
shorts down to his knees. His erection was about three inches
long, under his potbelly with the deep, dark belly button.
Sandra's mouth made an "O" shape and let him in. Matt moaned
shrilly as he entered her warm, wet mouth. Like Reggie's cock, it
didn't taste bad.

  Matt slowly bucked his hips back and forth. Sandra bobbed her
head to meet him. Her cheeks hollowed and filled, with every
thrust. Amateurish, she was, but her monotone efforts didn't
matter to Matt, or any of the other boys she soon suck off.
      ___________________________________________

  "Here, put your clothes back on", Benny said, tossing her
clothes to her. "The next test is at my house. She was relieved
that she could put her clothes back on.

  'They're letting me into his house', Sandra thought to herself
while getting dressed. 'I must be almost done.' When she finished
getting dressed, they marched out of the woods and to a white,
wooden house with a brown, triangular roof. There were rows of
houses close by, that looked similar to this one. Benny unlocked
the door with a bronze key and they followed him to the upstairs
bathroom.

  The bathroom was big enough to hold four boys and one girl. It
had tan walls with a green carpet. A white, ceramic sink sat
between a white bathtub and a white toilet that had its black
seat up.

  "For your last test", began Benny, "you have to put your head
in here and stay there until we tell you to get out."

  Sandra still seemed too nervous.

  "It's no big deal", said Matt. "All of us had to do it when we
wanted to get in. You gotta do it, too."

  "If you don't, you can't be a member and you can't go inside
the clubhouse anymore", warned Reggie.

  Nervously, Sandra sighed and looked at everyone again. Her
hands were shaking and her heart was beating like a drum. Before
taking a final look around her, she gripped the edges of the bowl
with both hands. Sandra looked inside the toilet bowl and was
thankful that it was clean. She took a deep breath and stuck her
head into the bowl.

  With her head in the toilet, she heard a series of cheers
coming from the outside. Believing that the boys were satisfied,
she expected them to tell her to get out. To her surprise, she
felt the cotton material of the dress get pulled over her back.
Next, her shirt was pushed up, exposing her bare back and her
panties. The panties were then swiftly pulled down to her ankles.

  A pair of hands held her hips and a thin, hard, and warm object
slowly rubbed her butt. The object then repeatedly poked against
her tiny hole, making her a bit nervous.

  "It won't fit", complained Carlos.

  His black pants were around his ankles and his three inch
erection was sticking out.

  "You should use something slippery", suggested Matt.

  Benny took a white bar of Dove soap and wet it with bath water.
Then he gave it to Carlos, who rubbed his dick up and down with
it, covering it with white suds. Carlos threw the soap into the
tub-- which hit the floor with a loud thud-- and attempted to
penetrate Sandra's puckered rosebud again. He held her hips and
pressed his head against her hole. Very slowly, the head
disappeared, as did half of his dick.

  "Sssss!", Sandra hissed in pain, arching her back and balling
up her fists. "What's that? What's happening?"

  "Do her up the butt, Carlos!", cheered Benny, who was sitting
on the edge of the tub, next to Reggie.

  "Ahh", she complained, "it hurts, stop. Ouch."

  Carlos ignored her and slapped the side of her right cheek.

  "Ow. I'm telling your daddy if you don't stop right now."

  "Are you thirsty, little girl?", taunted Matt.

  He then pressed the silver handle down with his index and
middle fingers. Sandra coughed and sputtered as a tornado of
toilet water splashed into her face. When the water rose from the
drain, she gargled as some of it managed to get in her mouth.

  "Do it again!", laughed Carlos. "Flush her ugly face down the
toilet!"

  Matt pressed the handle again, causing a smaller torrent of
water to drench the poor girl's face and hair. A loud retching
sound escaped her throat, which made the boys cackle like
maniacs.

  "My go!", said Matt.

  Reluctantly, Carlos pulled his dick out with his hand and stood
by the door. Eagerly, Matt moved behind ASandra, lifted his
jersey, and stuck his dick into the soapy hole. The pink hole was
so well lubricated from Carlos's "anus scrubbing", that Matt's
shorter dick slipped in easily. Sandra yelped at the feel of a
new filling of her violated spot. He rammed his entire tool up
there, making her hit her head on the underside of the toilet
bowl.

  "Stupid!", teased Matt, repeatedly slapping the sides of her
butt.

  Next, he flushed the toilet for the third time. He then reached
over and grabbed the girl's ponytail. His fat hand held the long
hair while his pelvis ground into her little hips.

  "It's even more fun when you hold her hair!", he laughed.

  "Lemme try!", begged an excited Benny.

  The fat leader moved aside and let go of Sandra's hair. Holding
his stiff, three-and-a-half inches in one hand, Benny lifted his
shirt and stood behind Sandra. He guided it to her hole, put his
hands on her back, and pushed it in. Gently, he pet her on the
head.

  "Don't pull on my hair!", wailed Sandra. "Please stop it!"

  He banged his pelvis against her butt as hard as he could,
while repeatedly yanking her hair.

  "Ding-dong!", Benny joked, pretending her ponytail was a
doorbell.

  "Stop it! Staaaahhp iiiiiit!! No!!"

  The wild tugs of Sandra's hair eventually got her head out of
the toilet. The girl rapidly gasped for fresh air. Her face and
bangs were soaked with toilet water.

  "Look! I caught a fish!", Benny said.

  "I got a worm for it!", said Reggie, who advanced from the tub
to the toilet. He sat on the seat and put his hands on the sides
of Sandra's wet face. His hands guided her head closer and closer
to his lap. Toilet water from her cold, wet hair dripped onto his
legs, but he didn't care.

  "Pleeeeease!!", she yelled just before Reggie put his dick into
her warm mouth. She yelled into it, flickering her tongue over
it.

  Just then, Benny started bucking faster and faster. Feverishly,
his hands ran all over her back and sides, as if trying to rub
oil into it. Though he wasn't able to shoot sperm, his orgasm was
a powerful one. His cock throbbed inside of her, the head rubbing
all over her anal walls.

  When it was over, Benny stumbled backwards and fell, with his
back against the wall. Before Sandra could react, Matt held her
upper back with one hand and sat on her mid-back, putting on just
enough weight to not crush her, and to not let her get up. She
squealed in protestation, with Reggie's dick resting on her
tongue.

  "Are you okay, Benny?", Carlos asked in concern, bending down
to look at his fallen friend's face.

  "Uh-huh...", Benny grinned, dazedly. In his brown eyes, Carlos
was surrounded by small, colorful spots.

  "He had an orgasm", explained Matt.

  "A what?", asked Carlos.

  Or-gaz-um", repeated Matt, getting impatient at having to
explain. "It means that he was doing it too long, so his willy is
getting tired."

  "That felt really, really good", announced Benny.

  "Let me try", said Reggie, who was watching the whole thing
from the toilet, firmly holding Sandra's head in both hands.

  Reggie pulled himself out of Sandra's mouth and got behind her.
With Matt still on her back, she couldn't move. When Reggie stuck
it in, Matt got off of Sandra and sat on the edge of the tub.
Reggie then held the sides of her head and pushed her head into
the toilet.

  "Please don't do it again!", Sandra shouted.

  "Ah, shut up!", Reggie demanded, sternly. He then flushed the
toilet. Her sobs became gargles as her head bobbed in the water;
a result of Reggie's repeated pumping.

  Eventually, something arose within Reggie. It started off slow,
then quickly built up to a strange feeling that took over his
mind and body. Finally, his dry orgasm came, making his legs
shake and his cock pulse wildly. A wave of pleasure crashed down
on him, sending him to the floor, landing on his bare butt.

  It went on like that for about ten minutes. One boy would take
her from behind while the others watched. Occasionally, one boy
would put it in her mouth while the other pumps his it up her
butt. Then they would move aside and allow the next boy or boys
to have a turn. Sometimes, they wouldn't leave until they had
their orgasm. Whenever they felt that she was complaining too
much, someone would flush the toilet.
      ___________________________________________

  Carlos ended his final turn, before pulling his pants up and
moving toward the tub, to sit on the floor, next to his friends.
Matt was sitting in the tub with his back against the wall,
Reggie sat against the wall, opposite the toilet, and Benny sat
against the bathtub. They all were covered in sweat and their
erections were down. Each of them had at least three turns,
including at least one orgasm.

  Exhaustedly, Sandra lifted her head from the toilet. Her
soaking wet hair clung to her face, back, and shoulders. Beads of
cold toilet water rapidly cascaded down her body and puddled the
floor. Her face, now puffy from the sobbing, showed a soured
expression. Her hole stung as a result of the action it had just
received.

  Sandra looked to her left, only to find that all eight eyes
were on her. The cruel boys were actually smiling at her!

  A mixture of emotions were within her: anger, fear, and
despair. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to
go somewhere and never be seen again.

  Sandra opened her quivering lips, getting salty water on her
tongue, to say something. But all that would come out was a low
whimper. The whimper rose into a soft cry, and then into a series
of sobs as she lowered her head and closed her eyes. She turned
around and ran out of the bathroom, bawling uncontrollably. 
