A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

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It Started With A Trip

Part 1

It was an absolute accident, or at least that is what Alison first thought as she started falling forwards.

One minute the petit twelve year old was hurrying along a corridor towards her next lesson and the next she was flailing her arms as she fell.

She dropped her books, grabbed at the air and clutched onto something or someone with her left hand.

Her grip tightened on fabric but didn't slow her descent as the fabric came with her.

Alison hit the hard tiled floor and felt the air rush from her lungs in protest. Her ears registered a strange mix of commotion, concerned squeals, excited yelps and laughing, lots of laughing.

Turning her head to her left she caught the barest glimpse of sports shorts being tugged back into place before her view was blotted out by her friends who rushed to see if she was alright.

After a few moments she sat upright whilst her head cleared and large gulps of air flooded back into her small frame. She couldn't help but notice Alex Horton glaring at her and made a note to find out why later on.

Alex was a near neighbour of hers. A couple of years older and a serious sportsman as well as being one of the cutest boys in the school. They had walked home together a couple of times but conversation had been sparse and Alison's dreams that he might ask her out had come to nothing.

She allowed herself to be helped up. Her books were passed to her and with her friends on either side she made her way more slowly towards the next lesson. She had gone barely 15 feet when Becky Watson came towards her with a big grin on her face and held her hand up for a high five. Alison reacted instinctively and made another note to check what that might have been for later on.

Behind her, alongside the notice board outside of the sports hall Alex noticed the congratulations and his scowl deepened.

When Alison had fallen she had grabbed hold of the boys' shorts as she fell. The shorts hit the ground as fast as she did and for a brief moment the boy stood in nothing but a shirt and sports support. He had quickly recovered his clothing and stared down the laughter that had surged up from the bowels of student life. Gathering reports from his own compatriots he had quickly assumed that it had been pure mischance. Now though, the obvious congratulations from some of her cronies made him think differently. Now he knew that he needed to have a word with his neighbour.

It took a couple of days for the opportunity to arise. Alex found himself a little ahead of Alison as they walked up the hill towards home. He quickened his pace and slipped through the tattered security fencing of the building site at the top of the rise.

The abandoned site offered the chance of shaving a good five minutes off the normal walk time and was used by many of the local children when adults were not in sight.

He hoisted himself onto one of the partly built low walls and waited for the girl to catch him up.

For her part, Alison had been given a detailed account of the events that she had taken part in but not truly witnessed. Many of her friends assumed it an accident but a significant number believed it to be a carefully contrived and very daring de-bagging of a seriously cute backside. Without asking or encouraging Alison had gained a certain amount of hero status. She knew there had to be a reckoning and was not surprised to find Alex waiting for her when she too chose to cut through the abandoned site.

"I need a word" snapped Alex as he hoisted himself off of the wall.

Alison stopped and waited for him to approach.

"Did you do it deliberately?" he asked instantly

"course not" the girl snapped back "I came close to smashing my face in when I fell"

"So why the celebrations? Why the cult status?"

"Dunno, some of the girls reckoned it couldn't be an accident and I gave up telling them otherwise." Answered Alison truthfully.

"You gotta tell them the truth"

"Ok I will"

"You gotta tell them with me there" the boy finished.

"Tomorrow lunchtime?" Alison offered.

"Fine" agreed Alex as he turned and headed for home.

The following day Alex went straight to Alison's tutor room when the lunch break began. He found her there with a number of other girls. 

He hadn't made it halfway across the room before the first suggestion that he drop his pants again assaulted his ears and he scowled at the jeering girls. Eventually his gaze fell on Alison.

"Well?" he asked sullenly

The truth is that the girl never did work out why she responded the way she did. It might have been the euphoria all around her, her friends egging her on, anything really but she didn't say what she intended to say.

"Hi Alex, nearly didn't recognise you with your trousers on!" she smiled

The room erupted and no matter how hard he concentrated the scowls alone were not enough to silence the girls. His colour rising fast he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.

It was only after he had gone and the cheers had died down that Alison realised that she might have gone too far, realised that Alex would have a hard time letting it go.

A week went by and, despite the fact that the pair had walked home within feet of each other several times, nothing had been said or done. 

On the eighth day that changed.

Alison slipped between the security fencing as she had done so many times before. She marched confidently up what might one day be an avenue between shops and offices and turned left towards the exit nearest home. 

She stopped in her tracks when she saw Alex stood in the middle of the road with a smile on his face.

Cautiously she moved forward.

"Hi Alex" she said more confidently than she felt.

"Payback time" he snapped "You knew it was coming right?"

"What did you have in mind?" asked the girl keeping her distance.

"Eye for an eye" he snapped

"Don't think so" the girl said as she turned to run.

Alison ran straight into Steve Morris and Andy Jones who held her fast. They turned her around so that she could see Alex march towards her beckoning the rest of his troops as he did so.

"C'mon Alex" she pleaded "It was an accident. Honest!"

"Maybe it was but you still made a fool of me in front of you mates." He snapped

"I'm sorry ok? I'll tell them all the truth tomorrow."

"That's cool. I'd expect that. But you're still losing your trousers and we're still filming it to post on the net." He laughed.

"No Alex you can't" Alison wailed "No filming ok?"

"You don't have a say in this. You had your chance. You didn't take it." The boy snarled.

Alison heard the brief click and whir of a camera and glanced around to find it to her right.

"Be good and it'll b over quick" laughed Steve Morris "Fight us and you might lose more than just your trousers."

"Fuck you" spat Alison

The assembled boys just laughed.

Steve and Andy moved apart each holding one of her arms and Alex moved forward.

"Often thought about unzipping you" he smiled as his hands fumbled with the button at the top of her school trousers.

She snarled at him as his fingers worked her zipper down and then spread her legs to prevent the trousers being lowered.

"Last chance" snapped Alex "Fight this and you get filmed being stripped naked"

Grudgingly Alison drew her legs together and looked anywhere but at any of the boys as her trousers were lowered and her thong came into view.

"Oh nice undies" snapped Alex "Be sure and get a shot of that g string going up her arse."

Alison was aware of the boys slipping around her for a good look and then felt the first contact with the front of her thong. Her head snapped around.

"Don't worry" smiled Alex "Just having a feel for the camera. Who wants to go next?" he asked as his hand wrapped itself around her mound.

One by one the five boys, even the cameraman, groped the twelve year old.

"I'll send you a copy of the finished film" laughed Alex "Cya!"

And they were gone.

Alison wiped away the angry tears as she pulled her trousers back into place and headed home.

It was almost midnight when the tell tale ping told her that a new email had arrived.

Alison slipped out of bed and padded over to her desk as quietly as possible. She turned on the screen and waited the few seconds before it flickered into life.

There, at the top of her inbox, was a message from an address that she didn't recognise. It had an attachment.

Trembling slightly the girl clicked to open the attachment. It took a few seconds before the video clip opened.

The first shot was of her face. She was arguing with somebody out of shot. It looked a little strange that she held her arms so wide apart but there was no sign of the boys gripping her arms as tightly as they had done in reality.

The view changed and the next shot showed hands fumbling with the button of her school trousers, lowering the zipper and the waiting whilst she drew her legs together to allow her trousers to be lowered.

Another cut to her face showed her biting her lower lip. She didn't remember doing that.

Finally the view moved again, taking in her almost bare backside and then the rush of hands cupping her mound and feeling between her legs. 

It had been carefully edited, she realised, to ensure that none of the boys could be identified and to suggest that she was a willing participant.

Alison deleted the email and attachment before clambering back into bed and going over her options. There weren't very many but she spent several sleepless hours trying to magic a few up.

The next morning she was tired and drawn. Her mother asked if she was alright, if she needed a day off school and Alison was sorely tempted. But she was also bright enough to know that her only chance of avoiding true internet based fame was to persuade Alex not to send the film out.

She was less than surprised to find the boy waiting for her at the end of the street. As she approached he turned and walked on forcing the girl to hurry to catch him. His stride lengthened and the girl struggled to both keep pace and speak. 

"Alex, Alex.... You can't show that film to anybody."

The boy turned his head to grin at her.

"Ok Who have you sent it to so far?" she tried

Alex stopped. "Nobody as yet. Only five copies exist - unless you kept yours."

"I didn't" she confirmed "What do I have to do Alex?" she pleaded

The boy stopped again, a vicious gleam in his eye.

"Today, in front of me, you will tell the truth to your friends. You will apologise to me and you will beg, and I mean beg, me to forgive you."

"Cool I can do that" she offered quickly

"At the weekend you will join in a game with me and the boys."

"What kind of game?" she asked suspiciously

Alex smiled "Not entirely sure yet but you will end up naked and we will have some fun at your expense."

"I don't think so" she snapped

"As you wish" said Alex as he walked on rapidly.

Alison stared at his back for a moment and then ran to catch him up.

"Can't we agree something else?" she pleaded

"Nope!"

"Alex please!"

He stopped and looked down on the girl.

"I reckon that I own you right now. You do as I say or you find yourself the new Miss Internet. It's up to you." He snarled

"This game" she began "what are the rules?"

"Don't know yet but you will have some chance of winning."

"But you wanna get me naked?"

Alex smiled "You're kinda lucky the boys liked what they saw or the film would already be posted. They wanna see more."

"But no touching right?"

"Oh there will definitely be touching!"

"Alex!"

"Look Alison you did this. You had the chance to sort it all out and you chose not to. All I can promise is you won't be raped. Now you have about 45 seconds to give me a decision."

The girl stared back at the boy.

Options filed through her head like a slideshow. Most of the views were blank.

"Ok" she finally whispered

Alex smiled, reached out and slowly stroked her breast. "I own you until then girl. I own a fifth of you. The others might want to touch too" he grinned broadly and marched on.

At lunchtime Alex arrived at the tutor room as he had done the week before. This time Alison had pleaded with the girls to be nice and he was met with near silence.

He perched on a desk and beckoned her to start.

"I just wanna say" she started "that I'm really sorry about the accident where I caught hold of Alex's shorts. Alex is a great guy and I want to apologise to him in front of you all. I was silly to let this go on for so long."

Alex clapped slowly as she finished.

"Come here" he said quietly and Alison made her way through the desks to where he sat.

Slowly and deliberately he reached out to the girl, turned her so that she was part way facing her classmates and then very deliberately fondled a breast.

Alison looked at the floor as he did so.

On Friday after school Alex caught up with Alison as she made her way home.

"It's all decided" he said "You need to wear trainers, an old skirt and a halter top of some sort. Meet me on the site at 10.30."

He was gone before Alison had a chance to argue, agree, protest or even sigh.

Alex was indeed waiting just inside the site entrance when the girl arrived just before 10.30 on Saturday morning. He noticed the coverall type coat first.

"What's under the coat?" he asked

Alison unzipped the front and opened the coat to show a faded red halter top which came a couple of inches below her breasts and a green netball skirt below that.

"Good" he announced "Come through"

Alison squeezed through the gap in the security fencing and Alex immediately tugged the fencing back together and fixed it with a couple of cable ties. Another tie was used to replace the original "keep out" signs and he grinned at Alison as he led her away from the entrance.

"Don't want anybody interrupting do we?" he smiled

He led the girl to the far side of the site where the buildings were more complete. The one he had chosen had much of the second storey in place and thus gave the group an enclosed space on the ground floor. There were several large windows to the front and one main door. A potential rear door was boarded over with heavy planks.

"this is it" said Alex gesturing expansively.

Alison looked around the concrete and block shell and then at the eager faces of Steve, Andy, Matt and Thomas.

"Thomas will be our cameraman, but we'll make sure he gets a feel or two won't we guys" laughed Alex.

Alison said nothing.

"so" Alex went on "the game is simple. We have to strip you and you have to try and escape. If you get outside you win, the game ends and all film clips and pictures are deleted. If we strip you we get to play as long as we want. If we grab you we have to start a loud count. We have to let you go by the count of 10. Take your coat off."

"The vid gets deleted at the end right?" said Alison as she slipped her coat from her shoulders.

"Nope" snapped Alex "But you do get a promise that it never leaves the five of us."

"No deal" snapped Alison tugging her coat into place.

"Fair enough" offered Alex "look out for internet fame by the morning."

"Bastard" the girl hissed

Alex and the others laughed as they waited for her to change her mind. Finally the coat came off again.

"You wearing a bra or panties?" asked Steve

"No bra" she replied

"Get rid of the panties" snapped Alex "We don't want to work too hard"

Briefly Alison tried to stare him down. Eventually she reached under her skirt an tugged the whispy garment down and off.

"Satisfied?" she demanded

"I will be when you're naked" giggled Alex.

The boys spread out around her and the game began.

Alison found herself turning as quickly as possible to face any boy who came close. Her defence could only last so long though and Alex himself made the first break through by dashing in, grabbing the tie at the back of her top and tugging it loose.
Andy was next, gripping both her arms and staring a loud regular count as Steve searched for the tie behind her neck.

By the time Thomas announced 8 the tie was undone and both boys stepped back.

Alison continued to whirl keeping her arms tight to her slender body in an attempt to hold her top in place.

Andy made a frontal dash, slapping his hand between her thighs and causing a gasp from Alison as Matt darted in, grabbed a handful of cotton and pulled away with her halter top and a victory howl.

Briefly the game paused as the boys drank in her topless form and then as Steve feinted on her left Alex moved swiftly to deliver a reverberating slap to her right breast. Alison squealed and moved her hands to cover her breasts even as Andy grabbed the hem of her skirt and tugged.

The ripping sound caused great delight but the fabric held.

Alison found she had too few hands. She couldn't protect her damaged skirt, cover her breasts and prevent the swats landing on her backside and a second lurch from Andy saw the girl naked save for her trainers as her skirt finally gave way.

Alex gripped both her arms now, counting as he did so. Steve made a bee line for her nipples and twisted them viciously, Andy stood back to watch and Matt slapped her mound hard.

The boys circled some more. Each would dash in, slap or tweak a breast or slam a hand between her legs and then dance away laughing. Alison was hurting in all the most sensitive places but still she tried to defend herself.

Finally Alex organised a concerted attack. Matt and Andy took and arm each as Alex rammed fingers into her tight pussy and Steve mauled her breasts.

The count was forgotten as she was wrestled to the floor and all four boys took their hateful pleasure with her body as Thomas calmly filmed events. 

Eventually nature took its course and Alison writhed on the cold concrete floor as Alex finally drew her first orgasm out of her.

The camera never lies and as Alison watched the footage again in the quiet of her room she had little choice but to acknowledge that her body had betrayed her in that moment.

Close ups of Alex's come covered fingers being smeared over her face helped to reinforce the point..

As Alison deleted the clip she remembered the last words Alex spoke to her as he bundled her back through the security fencing.

"We better have a private chat tomorrow - be here 10.00"

Alison slept fitfully. She had managed to creep back in using the coat to hide the fact that she had been unable to find her clothes and had walked home naked save for her trainers. She had showered, eaten with her parents and, announcing a headache, had gone to bed early.

She awoke early too.

Using a late homework assignment and the need to collaborate with Charlene down the road she was out of the house by 9.30 on Sunday morning.

By 10.00 she was back in that building waiting for Alex.

"hi" he said breezily "found these, do you want them?" he asked holding out the tattered remnants of her clothing.

Alison shook her head.

"Thanks for yesterday - it was fun" he continued

Alison said nothing.

"Reckon we should do it again next week" he continued "won't bother with the game though. You can't afford to lose too many clothes huh?"

"I don't think so" said Alison quietly

Alex smiled. "You don't do well for thinking sweetheart. Until we get something to replace you you're our best toy."

"You promised!" squealed Alison

"don't think so - doesn't matter anyway" he said smiling

Alex walked over to the girl. He unzipped her coat and slipped his hands inside to fondle her breasts.

"See" he hissed "you're mine"

Her eyes flared and her hands moved to grab his wrists.

"Let go sweetmeat" he urged as he squeezed her nipples hard "LET GO NOW!"

Alison jumped at his voice and dropped her hands to her sides.

"Good girl. Now let's see those tits huh!"

With a trace of a tear forming in the corner of one eye Alison unbuttoned her shirt. That done Alex didn't wait. He moved forward and hoisted her bra over her breasts before stepping back.

"Nice" he acknowledged "now take the rest off"

Alison gave a pleading look which resulted in the boy slowly shaking his head.

"when I tell you to do something you just do it. Understand?"

The girl nodded quietly as she slipped her coat off her shoulders and started on the remainder of her clothing.

Alex eyed the naked girl as she stood, shaking slightly, before him.

"You ever sucked a cock?"

"No" she said quietly

"wanna try?"

"Not really"

"'k I'll let you off for now."

"Thanks"

"lie down and spread your legs. I wanna look."

Alison lay down, as much as possible on her discarded clothing and, after just a little more prompting, spread her legs as wide as she could.

"Good girl. I'm gonna finger fuck you `til you scream."

"'k" she whispered as the boy slipped the first digit between her pink folds.

Alex was true to his word. Three times he brought her to orgasm before she cried out for him to stop. Then he stood astride her, withdrew a throbbing erection from his jeans and, with two or three fast strokes, erupted all over her torso.

"You know" he pondered "I was gonna ask you to the Christmas dance this year"

"You still could" she whimpered

"Naw you're group property now"

"It really was an accident Alex" she cried

"Not from what Steve saw it wasn't"

"What does Steve think he saw then?" she stormed

Alex chuckled "Steve saw who tripped you"

"What? You mean you knew it wasn't my fault all the time?"

"uh-huh"

"And you still did this to me?"

"You had a chance to walk away from it. You chose to be the big I AM. Live with it."

"Who tripped me?" Alison demanded

"Really want to know?"

"Yes I do"

"Kelly Beams" the boy replied "Next time" he continued as he zipped himself up "you suck cock."

"'k" Alison whimpered

End of Part One





