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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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Truth or Dare (Chapter 1)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

	Jenny's parents had gone to her grandmother's place in Missouri; leaving 
the girls alone for the weekend.It was almost one in the morning; The girls had 
snuck a few drinks from Jenny's parents' liquor cabinet and were getting a bit 
giddy. It was the first week of their summer break and they planed to have one 
hell of a summer. Next year they would all be seniors and getting ready to go 
off to college - it was hard to think about. The little group had gotten pretty 
close over the past year. Of course, Jenny and Ginger had been friends since 
they were little. But, Melissa, Teresa, Angie, and Heather had just become good 
friends with them. Each one had a strong point that made the group whole; Jenny 
was the leader - she had a strong spirit and always seemed to know what she 
wanted. Ginger knew fashion. She had all the trendy magazines, knew what shoes 
went with what earrings, and of course the whole art of being noticed. Melissa 
owned the transportation and knew all the places to go. Angie was great with 
people - she could sell ice to the Eskimos and talk to anyone. Heather was the 
idea person: she could always think of something to do, or some money making 
idea. And, last but not least was Teresa, she was the brains of the group. She 
could remember anything, and knew some of the most obscure facts. Also, she was 
great in school, computers, and tutored most of the other girls - that's how she 
became part of their click. 

	"Well the drinks were a kick, but what do we do now?" Angie belched out. 
All the girls started to giggle. "This is a slumber party right? What do girls 
do at slumber parties?"

	"Talk about boys?" Teresa chirped.

	"We did that." Angie scolded.

	"Pillow fight?" Melissa  yelled as she yanked out a pillow.

	"Too, childish!"

	"Truth or Dare?" Heather piped in.

	"Yea! Truth or Dare!" Angie cheered.

	"I don't know." Teresa leaned back on the bed, her face cherry red. "The 
last time I played it wasn't so much fun."

	"Don't worry about it Teresa, we'll take it easy on you. You can even go 
first." Taking charge as always Jenny walked over and sat beside Teresa to 
reassure her.

	"Great, this should be fun!" Ginger rubbed her hands together.

	"OK, fine since you suggested it Heather I'll ask you. Truth or dare?"

	"Truth."

	"Fine, what boy in school would you go down on in public?" Heather's mouth 
gaped at the first question, all the other girls stared at her intently.

	"Um . Davie Trudor."

	"The football star? You slut!" Angie blurted out. Heather turned redder 
then a stop sign, while the rest were rolling on the floor.

	"Well, he has a great ass and he's hung like a ." Heather slapped a hand 
over her mouth - knowing she said too much.

	"You've seen him naked! You have to tell us all about it!" Jenny hissed 
out in shock.

	"No I don't. It's my turn. Angie - truth or dare." Leaping to avoid the 
subject, to jeers and boos.

	"All right, dare."

	"I dare you to take off all your clothes and run around the outside of the 
house."

	"You can't expect me ."

	"Oh yes I can!" Heather smirked cutting Angie off in mid sentence. 
"Chicken?" Angie started to strip off her clothes glowing shades of red. The 
other girls whistled and did catcalls as she slipped the last of her clothes 
off. Angie was well built and tan all over - she had her share of nude sun 
bathing. Angie tried to cover her red patch and pert breasts as she ran out the 
room with a squeak. The rest ran to follow. Down the stairs and out the door the 
cute little redhead streaked around the house. Ginger's mean streak kicked in, 
so she lock the door. When Angie bounded back to the front, her nipples erect 
and hard from the cold night air, she found the door impassable. After banging 
on the door for a few minutes the other girls let her in with evil laughter.

	"That was just mean!" Rage burned in her chest as she stormed upstairs to 
get her clothes. "Now it's my turn and because you were so mean I chose dare for 
you all. My dare is you have to kidnap a guy so we can have fun with him." The 
other girls stopped laughing and stared at her.

	"Are you serious? We can't do that! We'll all get in trouble. Anyway 
that's not fair." Jenny blurted out.

	"Chicken? I thought you said we could do anything we wanted Jenny. Can you 
only lead when it's convenient?" Venom burned in Angie's voice as she mocked 
Jenny's words.

	"We can do anything! And, we'll prove it!" Jenny looked at the other girls 
and waved them to sit. "Fine, so who do we kidnap and how do we do it?"

	"Well we have a car. If we could find a guy we could push him in the car. 
But, we need some way to make sure he doesn't tell on us." Melissa mused from 
her thoughts.

	"Pictures." Heather received a slue of questioning looks. "If we take 
pictures we'd have a way to make sure he didn't say anything, or we'd put them 
on the bulletin board at school."

	"Yea that would work." Ginger perked in. "If we got some stockings, 
scarvesand a bed sheet we could tie him up in it. But, how do we stop him from 
fighting back?"

	"None of you have brothers do you? Well if you did, you'd know a good kick 
to the nuts'll put him down." After awhile the girls got their plans down, but 
didn't have a victim. A couple suggested a random guy off the street, but with 
all the diseases who wanted to risk it. When Teresa spoke up.

	"I know someone."

	"Really, who?" Melissa clamored.

	"Roger James."

	"Roger the nerd? Why would we want to get him?" Ginger balked.

	"Well, without his glasses, he's kind of cute. He does karate too, so he's 
more fit then he looks. He's just really shy. Also, his parents are gone this 
week, on vacation; they let Roger stay by himself."

	"That's perfect!" leaping to her feet Jenny ran to the stairs. "Come on 
let's do it."

	"Wait! He's a friend of mine. We're not going to hurt him are we?" Teresa 
wore a look of shame.

	"Of course not!" crossing her fingers behind her back Angie smiled at 
Teresa.

	"Just to make you feel better, lets repay him for his service." Heather 
said.

	"With what?"

	"I'll make him popular." Ginger said with a smirk. "Now there's a 
challenge worthy of me."

	"Oh, all right. But,  we can't hurt him." Teresa  caved in to the looks 
the other girls gave her.

	"Now for the fun!" Jenny and the others ran up to her room to get ready 
for their late night raid.

	Roger awoke with a start. Banging noises shook him from his deep sleep. 
Again, the noise came. It sounded like someone knocking on the door. Roger 
thought he must of over slept, and it was Greg, his best friend. They were going 
to go play volleyball with a few of their other friends in the morning; Nothing 
else to do in the summer. He glanced at the clock, but had to take a second 
glance - it was only three A.M.. `Who could be at the door at this hour?' he 
thought to himself, as the knocking continued. Roger fumbled for his glasses and 
slipped the jeans, he had tossed on the floor the night before, over his boxers. 
He grabbed the robe from the back of his door and started stumbling toward the 
front door. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he slipped on his glasses: the world 
was just a blur without them. Flicking on lights here and there he finally got 
to the front door and opened it - slightly annoyed at being woken in the middle 
of the night. A young woman stood with her back to the door. Her long red hair 
swept back into a pony tail.

	"Can I help you?" placing a hand on the girls shoulder Roger felt a little 
concerned for her. `What could a young lady need in the middle of the night?' 
Roger thought 'Maybe someone tried to rape her?' 911 kept repeating in his head. 
Suddenly she turned. Just before the pain hit, Roger had time to notice the 
wicked smile on her face. The Impact to his balls dropped him like a rock. He 
wasn't prepared and half a sleep, so he took the full force without even the 
slightest readiness. After gagging a few times; he could just hear voices 
through the ringing in his ears. Trying to open his eyes he was blinded by 
tears, as he felt many hands grab him. Using all his strength he started to yank 
his arms free - when a second strike got him in the groin again. With a sudden 
violent jerk Roger puked all over his front lawn. He tried to curl up into a 
ball: he could hear a few squeaks of gross and eww as he retched. But, still the 
hands grabbed him - he didn't have any fight left. He felt his arms and legs 
taped together and something cloth pulled over him. Roger tried hard to gain 
control over himself, but the pain in his head and groin was excruciating; it 
was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he still felt like he was about to 
lose his lunch. His temples were pounding and he was scared; scared like never 
before. `Why would anyone kidnap me?' He thought. 'My parents aren't rich. I 
didn't do anything! What's going on?' Confusion reigned his thoughts.

	It wasn't a long drive, but to Roger it felt like forever. His groin was 
aching, and he was starting to lose feeling in his hands and feet. Suddenly, the 
car stopped and shut off. All he could do was wonder what fate was before him. 
The voices were all high and muffled; they sounded female, but Roger wasn't 
sure. The bag, he was in, started to move it lurched back and suddenly he fell 
downward. With a large thud the bad impacted with the bottom of the door frame. 
A shock of pain flashed in his mind before consciousness fluttered away. The 
girls quickly dragged Roger, wrapped in the sheet, into the house.

	"How could you drop him?" Teresa yelled at Melissa. "He could be hurt!" 

	"It was heavier then I thought. Sorry, it slipped . anyway a little fall 
like that wouldn't hurt anyone." Melissa gave a shrug as they pulled him into 
the living room. Melissa didn't seem to care all that much about their new toy.

	"That's enough!" Jenny hollered. "Let's just get him out of this sheet." 
Jenny leaned to forward to untie the stockings around the sheet. The other girls 
quickly unrolled the sheet and noticed Roger wasn't moving.

	"Is he ok?" Melissa wore a look of terror. She hoped that she didn't 
really hurt him. they unrolled the sheet and she saw him laying there, so 
unreal. But, there he was: a product of her carelessness.

	"Angie, you were a lifeguard you check him."

	"Help me untape him." Angie reacted quickly to Jenny's suggestion. She and 
Jenny untied the scarves that bound Roger's hands and feet. A red welt was 
starting to form on his head. She looked in his eyes and checked his pulse. "He 
seems ok to me, but I'm no doctor. I think he'll be fine, but he'll have one 
hell of a headache."They all giggled letting off some of the tension that had 
built up so quickly.

	"Let's just get him up stairs to my room," Jenny said.

	"Do we have to?" Ginger sighed. "He's way to heavy. For a small guy he 
sure weighs allot."

	"Yea, we don't want to hurt him anymore." Teresa said with a pitiful 
guilty look.

	"Fine, let's drag him into my parents room." Jenny grabbed an arm and 
started to heave him toward her parents room. The other girls jumped to help, 
picking up his arms and legs and carried him to the bed. Melissa ran and got 
some ice and a wash-rag to put on his head, at Angie's request. Jenny left to go 
get `things' as she put it. After awhile Jenny came back with some lingerie and 
a pair of scissors.

	"I thought we might do something interesting with these." She put the 
lingerie on the chest of drawers. Jenny picked up a handful of scarves and 
tossed  them to a few of the girls and they started to tie Roger to the bed. His 
glasses were gone, lost during the kidnapping. Heather reached out and slid his 
robe open and looked at their prize. As she looked at his face, she couldn't 
help but notice he was kind of cute. His chest was well sculpted, and he had 
tight abs. She let her finger run around his belly button and pull at the hair 
that grew from there down into his pants. She didn't notice that the other girls 
had finished and were watching her.

	"What? I'm just looking." Her said her face flushed. The other girls 
giggled at her.

	"Your right he's not so bad looking." Angie admitted as she placed the 
wash-rag across his forehead, gently brushing his hair back. "But, what do we do 
now?"

	"Now we see what we got." Jenny snipped at the air a few times with the 
scissors, her face wore a wicked little smile. "So, who wants to cut him free of 
those constricting clothes?" Jenny asked. "I know I would, but we should be fair 
about it."

	"So how do we decide?" Ginger looked ready to jump for the scissors.

	"How about we draw cards for it?" Heather suggested, to quick agreement. 
It took a little while for them to find a pack of cards. One by one they drew 
their card and placed it before them. Ginger got lucky and pulled the ace of 
hearts - the scissors were hers. Ginger took them from Jenny and walked toward 
her prey. She felt like a predator; hunting her wounded helpless prey. It made 
her wet thinking of the power she had over him. He belonged to her at the 
moment. She walked to the head of the bed and looked at his unconscious form 
before her. Placing the scissors to his neck she ran them down the center of his 
body, letting them ride gently over his skin, as they trailed behind her 
fingers. Turning them around she slid the sharp metal under his jeans and his 
underwear, but that would be too quick she thought to herself. Pulling them back 
out she placed them between his underwear and the left seam of his jeans. She 
started to snip away at the cloth. Like pealing an orange she took it slow and 
gentle: it made her tingle with each little cut. She could feel her whole body 
flush and her nipples start to harden under her thin blouse. With the last snip 
his leg was free. Ginger quickly cut off his sock and walked to his other side. 
Again she ran the scissors down his chest; the silence in the room was 
deafening, as the others watched. Working her magic little snips, Ginger had to 
stop as she shook with pleasure. Her other hand wandered over her breasts as she 
finished the last few slices. Heather and Jenny pulled the remnants of his pants 
away. Gently she slide the blade under the left leg hole, pulling it away so she 
wouldn't cut flesh as she sniped them away, then the other side. Angie reached 
in and pulled the underwear away leaving him stark naked before them. The room 
was a hushed silence.

	"Is that all?" Teresa broke the quiet, changing through various shades of 
red.

	"No silly. It's gets bigger when he's aroused. Want to see?" Angie didn't 
wait for a response as she started rubbing his cock and massaging his balls. It 
didn't take long for Roger to rise to the stimulation. A thin sweat started to 
glisten over his body, and his breathing became raspy. Suddenly, Rogers eyes 
popped open. The room was a blur for a moment, and it took all his concentration 
to focus his eyes.

	"What the hell!?!?" Roger roared as he started to struggle to get up. He 
noticed his nudity, so struggled even harder. All the girls gasped and retreated 
in surprise. "Help! Somebody Help!" He yelled hoping beyond hope someone would 
get him out of this. Melissa and Heather reacted simultaneously. Melissa clamped 
her chocolate colored hand over Roger's mouth as Heather  reached down and took 
hold of his balls and started to squeeze. Roger's call for help died in the palm 
of Melissa's hand as pain ripped through his balls.

	"Shut up or I'll keep squeezing." Heather said. Melissa looked so calm as 
she stared into Roger's frightened eyes. But, not another sound left him. 

	"Good boy," Melissa said. "Now you stay quiet while we talk. You belong to 
us now, so you will do as we say or you will be punished." With that she let go. 
Roger caught his breath and had time to look around. His situation just starting 
to dawn on him. He knew these girls they were all from his school. The shocker 
though, was Teresa, his own friend, betraying him like this. A cold feeling of 
fear and anger burned in his chest as he pondered his fate.

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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