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 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