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Truth or Dare (Chapter 7)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

	Angie was already annoyed when she came in the door; the odd 
worried looks that the other girls gave her, and that cold dead silence 
didn't help her mood any. For some reason her family had been all 
touchy feely this morning. She hated when they got like that. It didn't 
happen often, but when it did they always took it way to far for her.

	Jenny opened her mouth to say something as Angie walked past but 
the 'you speak you die' look snapped her mouth shut with an audible 
clack. Angie was in no mood for small talk. She was in the mood for 
revenge: Roger was in for a very rough afternoon. Putting on her most 
wicked smile she pushed open the door to Roger's room, opened her mouth 
to say something evil and witty, but the room was empty.

	It was like a match on a dry day. The flames burst inside her. 
She could have lit a candle with her eyes. Roger was gone. Her toy, her 
catharsis, her revenge was gone. Storming into the living room she 
smashed the couch side lamp to the floor.

	"Where the hell is he?" Angie screeched in an almost inhuman 
voice. "I want him and I want him now!"

	"We don't know where he is or Teresa either." Ginger said quickly 
trying to calm her a little, but Angie's look had little comprehension 
and maybe even less sanity in it.

	"Where are they?" Snarling through her teeth Angie was almost as 
red as her hair.

	"We don't know." Jenny said standing up. "We've tried to find 
them, but we can't get through to Teresa's house. Her phone's been busy 
all morning."

	"So that's where they are."

	As Angie turned to the door Jenny caught her arm. "You can't go 
over there. Teresa's mom doesn't work: She'll be there, and we'll all 
get caught." Jenny pleaded.

	"I don't care!" Angie said snatching her arm free.

	"Girl," Melissa said getting to her feet, "you just need to calm 
your ass down."

	Angie shifted her weight so she could move more quickly. "Do you 
think just because you're black that you can scare me?" She laughed, 
"Get a life."

	"Oh, I'm going to show you what this black girl can do."

	Heather jumped up between the two, "Will you both just grow the 
hell up!" She tried to give them both a withering look, but it turned 
more to pleading as she shifted uncomfortably, both their anger focused 
on her now. "We have to think. Roger could have gone to the police by 
now, and if he has, with Teresa as a witness, we're all screwed." Her 
words seemed to take some of the air out of all their sails.

	Jenny sighed, "She's right. We need to think clearly now. 
Otherwise we might all go to jail."

	"And why's that?" Said a rough male voice from the door. All the 
girls' eyes snapped to the large man in the door. "You wouldn't be 
doing anything to get yourselves in trouble now would ya'?"

	"Jason?" Angie said slightly alarmed. What was her brother doing 
here?

	"Me in the flesh." Jason said with a smile, turning his large 
muscular six-foot frame around so they all could see. Also, 
inadvertently showing them the two other large bodybuilder types behind 
him.

	Angie unconsciously stepped back, "But ... but what are you doing 
here?"

	"I've come to get you little sister." His tone and face became 
much more serious. "We all have a lot to talk about."

	"How did you know that I was here?" She said taking another step 
back. Her brother didn't move but still seemed to loom closer if only 
with his piercing eyes.

	"You see," He said with a kind smile, "I got a strange call this 
morning. At first I didn't want to believe what they said, but I can't 
deny that you're here." Jason's face tightened as he teared up a 
little, his hands clenching over and over as he spoke. "So I guess I'm 
going to have to believe everything else they told me." Stepping 
towards Angie he said, "Come on lets go."

	"I'm not going anywhere!" Angie snapped, some of her fire coming 
back. "Whatever they told you was a lie, so you can just leave."

	"I'll leave, but you're coming with me." He said stepping towards 
her. "One way or another."

	Dropping back into a fighting stance, "I'm not going anywhere 
with you!"

	"Sorry you want to play it this way little sister." Jason said 
moving in on her. Angie's first kick hit him square in the abs, but he 
didn't even flinch, he just grabbed her leg and pulled her to him. His 
large arms wrapped around her like iron bars, but he held her gentle as 
a kitten. Picking her up, he seemed to have little trouble controlling 
his little sister. "You two be careful with her," he said handing the 
struggling screaming girl to his two friends, "not a scratch you 
understand?" Nodding they took a flailing biting Angie from the house. 
"Didn't mean to disturb. I'll leave the cleaning up to you guys." He 
said with a wink and headed for the door.

	"But what are you going to do with her?" Heather couldn't help 
asking.

	Turning back, "She's going to a hospital. Somewhere, where she 
can get some help. The rest of you might want to find some yourselves." 
Then he just left.

	"What are we going to do now?" Heather said wringing her hands.

	"We're going to clean up and then get the hell out of here." 
Jenny sighed as she leaned over to start picking up the pieces of the 
broken lamp. "Whatever's going to happen it's too late to change things 
now."

	"But..." Melissa croaked, her throat almost too dry to talk.

	"No buts," Jenny whipped around to look at her, tears in her 
eyes, "no excuses, it's over. We've lost."

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	They all spent about an hour putting the house back in order. 
Plopping down on the couch Ginger said to no one in particular, "It 
can't be over like this."

	"Shit," said a new male voice from the door, "it ain't over yet 
bitch! It's just starting." All the girls jumped to their feet as six 
guys came in wearing ski masks. "Look boys, they're all excited to see 
us." He said thumping an aluminum bat in his hand. The rest of the guys 
just laughed as they adjusted their own implements; some had knives, 
others had bats, and one guy even had a gun.

	"What do you want?" Jenny stammered staggering back to the clutch 
of other girls.

	"We've come to play." The leader said with a smile. "We heard 
that you bitches like to play." Closing the door he leaned against it. 
"Now, let's get down to the fun stuff."

	"We're not going to do anything you say!" Heather said, her voice 
shaking as she stepped forward.

	The large guy near her swung his bat into the table lamp next to 
him, shattering it across the room. "Your going to do everything we 
fucking say!" His deep voice cracking over the sound of shattering 
glass and surprised shrieks. "Otherwise you're going to look just like 
that lamp."

	"Now that we've gotten that over with," the leader snarled, "lets 
get the rules down. You don't talk unless we say so. You do what we 
say, when we say, or else. End of story." Pointing to the guy with the 
gun, "Or you can always take it up with Smith and Wesson."

	"What are you going to do with us?" Jenny asked, fear thick in 
her voice.

	"Nothing that you wouldn't do yourselves." The leader said with a 
crooked smile and a gleam in his eyes. Pulling some rope from a bag 
tossed by the door, he threw it to Jenny, "I've heard that you like to 
tie people up, so get to it: hands and feet. Tight too. I don't think 
the other girls will appreciate it if we have to redo it ourselves."

	"But..." Jenny stammered looking confused and worried.

	"Just do it. Or we'll do it ourselves, and not so nice."

	The pleading looks from the other girls only confused Jenny, did 
they want her to tie them or were their eyes pleading for her not to. 
Quickly she decided she had no choice - one of them had a gun. Grabbing 
Melissa's hands she started binding them. "Behind their backs." One of 
the guys holding a knife said as he started cutting the rope into 
strands so Jenny would have enough for all of them. Undoing what little 
she had, she started tieing Melissa's hands behind her. Pushing her 
onto the couch Jenny started binding her feet. In silence one by one 
the girls were bound and placed in one of the chairs. Jenny moved like 
a robot through each one. Trying not to think about what was coming 
next.

	When the last girl was tied hand and foot the leader came forward 
and pushed a pair of scissors into Jenny's hand. "Now lets see what we 
have under all that cloth."

	Jenny backed away, "Please, don't make me do that."

	"Well, we can always just start on you." The leader said in a wry 
voice. "I'm sure that we can find some more rope. And, the boys'll have 
fun touching and feeling as the cut all those clothes off." Jenny 
turned dropping the scissors and tried to bolt for the door, but one of 
the guys just caught her from behind, lifting her into the air. She 
struggled against him for a second then broke out into tears. There 
were just to many of them, she'd never be able to get away. All she 
could do was close her eyes and sob a little in her captor's arms. 
"Lets try this again." The voice of the leader was in her face. She 
opened her eyes to find him inches from her; eye to eye. "You can do 
what I tell you and no one gets hurt. Or, you can be stupid again and 
everyone gets hurt. Your choice." Jenny just managed to nod. The guy 
holding her let her go. The leader leaned down to retrieve the 
scissors, then pushed them back into her hand.

	Heather pleaded as Jenny came towards her, "Jenny, please don't!" 
Jenny mouthed 'I'm sorry' as she put the scissors down and started 
taking off Heather's shoes and socks. It was more then Heather could 
handle, as the scissors started slicing their way up through her jeans, 
and she too started to cry. Ignoring the tears, Jenny kept cutting her 
friend's clothes carefully off. Steeling herself she moved from one 
side of the girls jeans to the other, slicing right up the hem. It was 
up to her to keep them safe by doing what these men wanted. It was now 
all up to her to protect her friends. Mechanically, not looking into 
her friend's eyes, Jenny cut away each vestige of the girl's modesty, 
tossing them to the floor beside her: first jeans, then blouse, bra, 
and pink frilly panties stripped away.

	There was no way for Heather to hide herself. She tried to pull 
her knees up to cover her breasts but all that did was give her 
tormentors a more intimate view. Burying her head into the couch, she 
balled up and tried to hide anything she could.

	"Now don't do that." One of the bigger guys said as he leaned 
down to stage whisper in Heather's ear. "We wouldn't want to have to 
put you in a more ladylike position, like say - leaning over the back 
of this couch. Because then I'd feel compelled to put this bat 
someplace you might not like it." Heather turned her head looking up 
into the face of the man with the laughing voice. "I've seen it on the 
Internet, and would just love to see it done in person. So, are you 
volunteering?" Heather quickly shook her head and struggled back to a 
sitting position: terror stark in her eyes. What were these men going 
to do to them?

	"Come on girl, on to the next one." The leader sneered at Jenny.

	"Go ahead and do me." Melissa growled at Jenny. "I'm not going to 
give them the satisfaction of being scared."

	"Well this should be good then." One of the guys said from 
behind, as he leaned over her. "I've been waiting to see this bitch 
without her clothes. I just bet she's dripping with excitement. Just 
like her dike friend over there," he said nodding to Heather who was 
trying to get back into a good position, "rubbing herself all over that 
couch." Heather flushed a deep crimson to her toes. "Maybe we'll even 
get to see what half a sex Oreo looks like. I've heard that black girls 
have tongues you wouldn't believe."

	"Fuck you!" Melissa hissed, but the guy just laughed and backed 
away.

	Jenny knelt at Melissa's feet and looked up at her. Melissa just 
gave her a curt nod to get on with it then stared off into space. For a 
second time Jenny started the process of disrobing her friends. Shoes, 
socks, little snips of the scissors. It was a little bit of a surprise 
for all of them when Jenny pulled Melissa's panties away and they found 
her clean-shaven. Melissa tried not to blush but the room's sudden and 
obvious interest caused a definite darkening of her caramel colored 
skin.

	"Alright shows over. On to the next unless you're going to show 
us how a girl uses her tongue." The leader said then laughed at Jenny's 
shocked embarrassment.

	Ginger knew what was coming and steeled herself. She didn't try 
whit or bravado. She tried to act like this happened to her every day. 
Jenny knew exactly what Ginger was doing. She'd seen Ginger do it so 
often that it was almost like the other girl's self defense mechanism 
for stress.

	One of the guys leaning against the far wall said, "Well damn, 
she looks like this happens to her every day."

	The one standing behind the couch said, "From what I've heard I 
wouldn't be surprised."

	"Oh, so you're saying that she's been around." Bantered the one 
against the wall.

	"Hell, I have old underwear that's not as used as she's suppose 
to be." The room broke out into laughter.

	Jenny could see that Ginger was starting to loose it, tears 
forming in her eyes. Squeezing Ginger's leg, she tried to support her 
friend. They looked into each other's eyes and found strength. Ginger 
nodded and hardened herself even more as Jenny continued to snip away 
her clothes. It didn't take long; shorts, shirt, and panties. Ginger's 
large breasts got a few 'ewws' and 'ahhs' but no one said anything 
more.

	"Now it's your turn girl." The leader stared Jenny in the eyes. 
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of looking scared. 
Grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt she started to pull it over her 
head. "I didn't say take them off. I said cut them off!" The leader 
interrupted. Jenny almost snarled at him, but kept her cool. It was 
still up to her to get the rest of them out of here safely.

	Placing the scissors to the neck of her t-shirt she started 
cutting it off. It was hard for her to do. Snip by snip she was opening 
herself up. The shredded cloth was like her ragged emotions. Each cut 
stripping away her protection. When the t-shirt fell to the floor she 
felt more naked then she had in years, and she still had most of her 
clothes left. Was this worse than having someone strip you? She wasn't 
sure, but Jenny knew that she had to be strong. Her shorts took longer 
then she would have liked, but the scissors were getting dull and the 
thick denim wasn't cooperating. Soon, though, they too laid in a heap 
at her feet.

	The metal scissors felt too cool as they shook in her trembling 
fingers. She looked up to see the leader watching her. She thought 
about taking the scissors and stabbing him with them, but then none of 
the others would get out of here alive. Placing the cold steel under 
the left strap of her bra, she held the thin cloth close with her other 
hand, as metal sheered through cloth. After that it took all her 
resolve for Jenny to cut the other strap free. With one more cut, for 
the first time ever, she would bare her breasts to the world. The click 
of the cloth snapping free sounded like thunder in Jenny's ears. 
Without thought she had sliced away the last piece. The bra fluttered 
and careened like a broken butterfly to the ground as Jenny watched. It 
was hard to think, hard to breathe, but she knew she still had more to 
do.

	Jenny didn't want to think. Didn't want to be there. The scissors 
moved to her panties almost recklessly. Lace rended easily under the 
harsh blades, leaving Jenny naked, in front of men, for the first time. 
It was the sound of snapping fingers that brought her back to the 
present. The leader looked her in the eyes, did she see concern there? 
Couldn't be. He said, "Just sit down now." Jenny nodded almost like a 
little child and sat down between Heather and Ginger.

	"Now that the preliminaries are done with," the leader smiled 
walking back to his bag, "on to something much more interesting." 
Leaning down he started rummaging through his bag. "Ah!" He said as he 
came up with a large shinny dildo in hand. "Just what the doctor 
ordered." With a quick turn of the bottom the plastic thing seemed to 
come to life in his hand, shaking with an audible hum. "New batteries." 
He winked. The rest of the room seemed to let out a collective gasp 
that no one realized they were holding. "Now," the leader said smiling 
as he walked over to stand in front of Ginger who was watching the 
thing in his hand with a horrified look, "I hear that you like to fuck. 
So, I brought this little toy just for you." Ginger tried to pull back 
to move away from the plastic phallus buzzing in her direction. Even 
Jenny didn't move to help, too shocked, as she looked on with disgust.

	"That's enough!" A voice said from the shadows of the hall. Roger 
stepped out into the light so they all could see who spoke, Teresa 
trailing behind him. "That's enough." He said in a calmer voice.

	"But shit, we were just getting to the fun part!" The leader 
whined. Roger just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

	"We're done here." Roger said. "Jenny..."

	"But we're not." Teresa interrupted, moving away from him. 
"There's still one more girl to strip."

	"What do you mean?" Roger asked not comprehending what she was 
planning.

	"You still have me."

	"But you don't have to." Roger said stepping towards her hand 
extended, but Teresa just stepped away.

	"I have to Roger." Teresa shook her head. "I was part of this 
too." Saying that she started unbuttoning her blouse. She turned to 
look at Jenny. "I'm sorry."

	"You betrayed us!" Jenny hissed.

	"Yes." She said taking a breath. "Yes, I did."

	"Why? We could have gotten away with it."

	"Because now you all know how he felt." Teresa said staring into 
Jenny's eyes as she dropped the blouse to the floor. "Don't you?" Jenny 
just looked away: for the first time she had to wonder just what Roger 
had felt. What was it like for him? Teresa stepped on the back of her 
sneakers to pull them off then leaned over to pull her socks off. As 
she reached to unbutton her pants Roger stepped forward and grabbed her 
hands.

	"Please don't." Roger pleaded.

	"I have to." She smiled up at him, touching his cheek softly. "I 
have to." Roger turned his head and nodded, then stepped away from her. 
Only conviction kept Teresa's hands moving. She could feel all those 
eyes on her. It was eerie and exhilarating at the same time. As she 
unfastened her bra and let it slip off she felt her first real doubts. 
A blush crawled down her face and over her newly exposed chest. 
Slipping out of her panties one foot at a time, she almost fell but 
Roger was there in an instant to catch her. As soon as his arms were 
around her she knew that she'd done the right thing. She smiled looking 
up at him and knew that everything would be all right.

	Roger smiled back, though his was a bit forced, "Now it's over. 
Jenny, untie your friends. Teresa brought some clothes for you." 
Pointing to a bag in the hall he stared Jenny right in the eyes: a 
harsh unforgiving look. "Get dressed then get out." Jenny could only 
nod.

	In what seemed like a flash the girls were untied and dressed. 
Ginger gave Teresa an evil look as she left, but none of the rest so 
much as looked around as they slunk out the door. Roger closed and 
locked the door watching as the girls got in to Melissa's car and drove 
off.

	"Did you have to smash my lamp?" Roger turned and asked one of 
the boys who'd just slipped off his ski mask. He was handsome and had 
thick black hair and a sheepish smile.

	"Sorry, guess that I just got into the part."

	Roger rolled his eyes, "This is the last time I ask one of the 
drama club to help me out." He slipped into a smile at the hurt look on 
his friends face. "I'm just kidding, David."

	"I knew that." David said looking a little abashed. "Anyway, what 
are best friends for?" He said with a wink.

	"And where the hell did you get that?" Roger said pointing at the 
now silent dildo sitting on the table.

	"It's my Mom's." Said the blond haired leader. He still had a 
crooked smile on his face. "I thought it would add realism." He said 
with a shrug of his hands.

	"Did you have to bring the whole Drama Club?"

	"I only brought the guys." David said with a shrug.

	"And what a show!" Said the short red haired kid with the gun.

	"What's with the gun anyway?" Roger looked at it a little 
apprehensively.

	"Oh it's just a prop," Said the redhead as he twisted the gun in 
two, "see? Rubber." Roger had to laugh as some of the tension went out 
of him. He pulled Teresa close as he sat down on the couch beside her. 
All the rest of the guys found a place to plop down.

	"Well thanks." Roger looked at each one of them. "Thanks all of 
you. Really."

	"Hey, it was no problem." David said patting Roger on the 
shoulder. "Now all we need to do is find some way to get that old Brian 
character and everything's good as done."

	"Don't worry about that." Teresa said with a little smile.

	"Why's that?" Roger asked. "I know Brian's a football player and 
all but someone needs to do something."

	"Don't worry." Teresa smiled. "He's going to get his. Jason, 
Angie's brother, is going to make sure of it. When we talked this 
morning I explained everything. He told me that he has a couple of gay 
friends that would just love to help out. Some of them are like a 
second brother to Angie." She sighed. "I just hope that Angie can get 
better, and not end up hating all men."

	Roger pulled her close. "We'll just have to hope."

(c) 2003 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
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