Julie was not an unattractive teenager. In fact her girl- next-door looks many found attractive. Her mousy hair for the past couple of years had been cut in a bob style. She occasionally wore a hair band to hold it away from her face. Despite approaching her 18th birthday she still liked to place girlish broaches in her locks. Her face was childlike, almost impish with a tiny turned-up button nose. She stood at about five foot tall and her petite frame and despite her 17 years had the figure of a budding teenager. Unlike many of her friends she was still a virgin. As yet she hadn't had a boyfriend.

She enjoyed her work in a Call Centre and was only to pleased to say yes to some overtime when the Office Manager asked her. On this particular occasion it was just after 7pm when she and her colleagues finished the extra work. Julie was grateful for the offer of a lift most of the way home. Without it she would have had to wait for the infrequent bus service. She thanked her boss for the lift and started the 15-minute walk home. The bus would have taken her outside of her block of flats, but the car lift had saved at least forty minutes on her journey.

She glanced down at her watch as she started climbing the steps of the long footbridge that spanned the railway lines behind her flats. Normally she avoided the bridge but using it cut a 15-minute walk down to five. On this evening she was tired and eager to get home. It was now nearly 8pm and she quickened her step so as to get in before the top of the hour. The light was now starting to fade on this mild April evening but still bright enough to see clearly. As she got to the top of the steps she noticed a group of young women about half way across the bridge. She could clearly hear their laughing and giggling and was not at all concerned. As she approached the gang she noticed that they were sharing bottles of wine and cans of beer.

She was now within feet of them. A drunken female voice spoke, 'Let the lady through.'

The crowd parted.

Julie didn't say a word. She held her head up and started to walk past trying not to catch any of their eyes. 'Rude bitch!' spate one of the gang.

Another put her foot out attempting to trip her up. Julie saw it coming a stepped over it and continued to walk.

One of the group then blocked her path forcing her to stop.

'Not so fast!' she said.

Another girl then also blocked her way.

'Let's have a little chat! She announced in a drunken slur.

Julie was then aware that someone had taken hold of her left arm. She then recognised some of the girls. They were in a gang that hung around at the local Railway Station. One of the number she recognised from school. Charlotte Smith had been one of the school bullies.

Julie mustered up all her courage and demanded that they let her go. This statement was meet with laughter. The girl holding her arm then grabbed her wrist and brought her hand into view.

'Nice rings!' she said.

She proceeded to try and remove them, whilst Julie clenched her fingers in a fist to prevent her. At the same time another was trying to pull the shoulder bag from her other arm.

To Julie's relief she then notice a man walking towards them. Ordinarily she would have been a little concerned at being approached by a man on this isolated bridge but this evening she was grateful. She planned her next move. Once he was nearby she would scream for help! Unfortunately her plan could not be tried. Members of the gang had also noticed him.

'Quick let's go..' said Charlotte, who was clearly the ringleader.

Julie begged them to stop as they pushed and pulled her slight frame back along the bridge. One of them caught hold of her right wrist and gave her a Chinese burn along with an order to shut up!

Julie was taken back down the steps and back along the route she had just walked. She was surrounded by about ten young women of various shapes and sizes in varying states of alcoholic stupor. She knew the streets all to well, having walked them for many years as a child. The gang then made a detour. Julie wondered why they were taking her along Farm Road. It seemed strange to take her away from an isolated place where they could rob her away from preying eyes to a suburban road.

She then saw the familiar iron railings at the entrance to the local recreation ground. She had played there as a child. Her last two schools had used its sports fields.

She was glad to see that the large black gates were firmly locked with a large padlock. Clearly there plan to take her into the seclusion of the park had failed. She hoped that they would now run-off and let her go as to hold her here would draw too much attention.

Her heart then sank! Julie noticed one of girls pulling out one of the rails, revealing a secret entrance. Four of the gang pushed through the narrow gap. Julie again felt herself being pushed and then pulled towards the gap. Soon she was manhandled threw. The remaining four gang members hurriedly followed her. Once inside they all kept the voices to a whisper as they led the now trebling girl along the tarmac path and past the changing rooms.

They then left the path and trampled across the grass and were confronted by some old tatty paling fencing. A couple of the gang pushed aside some of the hanging wood and got through the hole. Next Julie was shoved through the gap. The rest of the group followed and after a few paces they were in a clearing under some large trees. In the fading light Julie recognised the area as the remains of the Adventure Playground were she had played as a child.

In the middle of the clearing were some large logs and broken park bench.

Charlotte then spoke, 'Welcome to our residence!' she said, gently mocking Julie's quiet and polite Middle Class voice.

Julie said nothing but was filled with rage and fear. She would have liked to have told her what she thought but knew it would not be a good idea.

'I like to have those rings I saw earlier.' Said a redheaded girl.

'I like her jacket,' said a blond teenager.

Before Julie could think hands were pulling her from all sides. She felt her lovely rings being prised from her hands, along with her silver bracelet. Her handbag was gone and she felt her designer jacket being pulled off her shoulders. Strangely she felt relieved that they had finally got what they wanted. With her jewellery, money and jacket in their possession they could now let her go.

She was upset at losing the rings but she resolved to call the police when she got home and was sure that they would soon get them back for her.

All went quiet for a while as they looked through her bag and shared out her belongings. She waited patiently to be told she could go. Charlotte approached her and then spoke,

'Let's see what else she has got?' She said in a questioning voice like some interrogator.

Within seconds hands were upon her again pulling at her clothing.

'No!' Julie shouted. 'Get off me!' she demanded.

Someone behind her placed his or her arms were now around her waist. Her assailant easily lifted her up right of the ground. She kicked her legs in a desperate attempt to keep the others away. As her legs flew towards them they showed no fear and after a few grasps took hold of them.

Her black-heeled shoes were removed to prevent her injuring any of them.

'What expensive tights!' commented one of the gang as she slightly released her grip and allowed her hand to travel from Julie's ankle to her knee. At this point a couple of other hands began stroking her stockinged legs and two of the gang agreed with the comment of their friend. The hands now got more adventurous. Despite her wriggling and pleading they managed to run their hands up her outer thighs. Fingers now were running around the waistband of her tights. Julie felt so helpless with her feet some distance off the floor. She tried to prise open the arms around her waist, only to have her wrists grabbed and held away.

She could now feel the sensation and indignity of having her tights pulled down. She didn't understand why they would want them. Despite what they had said they were of little value. Her tights were now down to her knees and she accepted the fact that they would soon be off. What she was not prepared for was the new interest in her tight blue lambs wool jumper.

Charlotte had taken hold of its waist and had begun to gently roll it up her body. With a little careful manoeuvring it came to rest just below her bra. In a flash she then felt the tights leave her feet and the jumper yanked up over her bra. The top rested on her chest nesting on top of her white 'A cup' bra. Julie desperately tried to free her hands so as to pull the top back down. She hated anyone seeing her body. She had a strict Baptist upbringing and nudity was frowned upon.

Whilst she was not religious her parents' views had made her somewhat ashamed of her body. At school she dreaded the communal changing rooms and taking part in sports. Prancing around in a skimpy leotard or a short gym skirt was something she was glad to have left behind.

Charlotte was now standing in front of her. To Julie's relief she ordered the other girl to let her go. Julie was relived. But no sooner had her feet hit the ground she was grabbed hold of by her arms by a number of the gang. Charlotte just looked on still facing her. She then reached forward and took hold of the top, which was now resting just below her breasts. She then pulled it forcibly upward. Within seconds it was over her head and being pulled along her arms. Charlotte walked backwards and the garment sprung towards her. At the same time they all released Julie's arms.

They all stood back to admire their work. Julie instinctively covered her bra with folded arms. She looked at the ground not daring to catch their glances for fear of encouraging them.

'She's not so stuck up now!' she heard one comment.

Julie said nothing and hoped now they had what they wanted. Perhaps they had now had their fun and would give her back her top and let her go. As she stared at the ground Charlotte spoke again.

'We still haven't seen everything she's got!'

'That's right!' agreed the Redhead.

With that the whole gang rushed forward and began pushing her back and forth between them. It reminded her of a dreadful game she had been forced to play as a youngster called, Piggy-in-the-middle.' The only difference was that she was the ball.

Hands pulled at her tight grey pencil skirt. She then felt the button give and the garment loosen around her trim waist. She heard the unmistakable sound of the zip travel downward. The skirt feel quickly to her feet. She was aware that despite the fading light they could clearly see her dainty pink cotton panties. She desperately tried to cover herself with her arms and hands but as soon as she tried cruel hands grabbed her wrists.

She was again lifted up and held in mid air facing towards the ground. Every limb was held firmly whilst another couple of arms supported her middle. She wondered what might happen next. A hand was now resting on her back and its fingers were fiddling with her bra clasp. It was expertly unclasped, allowing her small 30 A breasts to fall free from their confines.

To her horror she was then turned over. She now faced towards the starry sky. She was all too aware that her bra was resting above her naked breasts and that all could view them. She felt herself going red with embarrassment as she noticed some eight pairs of eyes ogling her bare flesh. Then she felt herself being lowered. As she hit the ground with a gently bump she was aware that her bra was leaving her arms. She quickly covered herself with her freed arms.

'Get on all fours like a dog!' ordered Charlotte.

Julie knew better than to disobey. If she submitted it would be les humiliating she reasoned in her mind. Once on all fours she felt a bit more comfortable as they could no longer see her bare breasts.

She then felt a hand pushing her shoulders to the ground.

She didn't fight it. She was only too aware of her vulnerable and strange position. Half naked with her bottom in the air. How she hoped that no one else would discover her in such a humiliating state.

She soon forgot her worries when she felt a stinking sensation across one of her buttocks! Charlotte had smacked her with all her strength. Julie gave out a shriek and lowered her bottom to avoid any further pain.

She was ordered to get back in to position. She obeyed. Each girl then took it in turn to give her cute little rump a smack. Some were gently whilst others stung. Julie wisely kept in position and bit her lip whilst fighting back the tears.

Charlotte then spoke again, 'I hope we haven't heart you soft little bottom! She joked.

She then began to caress the tingling flesh through the thin fabric. Julie was aware that someone was shinning a torch onto her bottom.

'Let us make sure that we have not damaged the little virgin' quipped Charlotte.

To Julie's horror she felt her panties being pulled up between her reddened buttocks. The girls then made various jokes about her sore bottom.

'I think we should sooth her pain!' said one.

With that Julie felt a warm breath on her sore buttock followed by a kiss. Other kisses followed and she guessed that all of them must have followed the other girl's lead.

Julie was then aware that someone had hold of the waistband of her panties.

'Time these went!' announced charlotte. Julie felt the coldness of the back of a knife blade as it slid between her and the waistband. In one quick slice the tiny garment felt away from her right leg. Another quick cut and they were all too easily pulled from her body. Again the torch was on. There obscene comments made it clear that this time it was highlighting her exposed pussy.

'I think we should make up for so horrible' said the Redhead.

Julie wondered what she meant. Again she felt a warm breath caress her bare buttocks. A kiss followed and then another. They started on her thigh and then moved across her bottom. Then down.and down. Then it happened. A most disgusting thing. A kiss fell on her exposed labia! She recoiled.

'NO!' she shouted. 'Not there!'

She rolled on to her side to prevent the indignity occurring again. Like a pack of wolves they jumped on her. Within moments she was pinned on her back. Her legs were then pulled open and her feet put over her shoulders.

It was Charlotte who then went down. Her tongue and fingers expertly dividing the virgin's pinkness. Julie's please were ignored as Charlotte gently licked her tight little orifice. One by one they then followed until all had tasted her sweet juices. To start with Julie pleaded for them to stop. To her shame her pleading became less with each partner. By the fifth one she was meekly murmuring. The last one was the Red-haired girl. Julie tried to fight her feelings but she found herself gasping with an unknown pleasure.

The others looked on knowingly. The watched with glee as Julie experienced her first orgasm. They were not sure why that night they had done such a thing. They all knew that Charlotte was a lesbian and most of the gang had experimented with her. What had started as a robbery had turned into something none of them had planed. How lucky they were to have found such a willing victim.

As Julie came to her senses she noticed the girls in various compromising positions and in different states of undress! Girls were licking and fondling each other, masturbating and kissing. Julie had forgotten her nakedness. The red-haired girl took her by the hand to the edge of the clearing and began to kiss her. Soon Julie found herself welling up with lust and desire. With a little wine, guidance and encouragement she was soon pleasuring her new friend as she had been pleasured.

The gang returned her possessions. Her clothing whilst a little dirty was undamaged with the exception of her dainty panties! They walked with her back to the bridge.

They took it in turn to kiss her goodnight. She returned home and enjoyed a long hot bath contemplating what had happened. She wondered just how her life might change.

The End