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Subject: {ASSM} Truth or Dare - Chap. 5 (f+/m, Fdom, bd, cbt)
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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
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Truth or Dare (Chapter 5)
by Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        Roger woke with a low moan of pain. His balls were on 
fire, he was groggy, nauseous, and dizzy. It was turning out 
to be another bad day. Slowly he opened his eyes, but only a 
little pink tinged light filtered through the blindfold. 
Suddenly a fearful realization hit him - he was moving. 
Roger jerked himself upright, banging his already bruised 
head on the glass of Melissa's hatchback. The loud thump and 
Roger's angry cursing got everyone's attention. He tried to 
rub his head but they had handcuffed his arms behind his 
back. That was all he could take.

        "Roger just lay back and relax." Jenny said in the 
calmest voice she could muster. But, the angry boy just kept 
fighting a valiant, but futile struggle against the 
handcuffs trapping his wrists and ankles. Anger and fear 
crumbled what little control he had left. Panic filled him. 
Thrashing around like a mad man he attempt to free himself. 
It was do or die. He was struggling so hard the car was 
starting to weave as he banged his head, shoulders, and 
knees into the glass above him and onto the sides of the 
car. Wild mad flailing. Jenny reached out to stop him, but 
as soon as her touch caught his attention he attacked. A 
wild trapped animal, he lashed out with a snarl. Teeth his 
only weapon. Luckily, Teresa pulled Jenny's hand away just 
before he could latch on. A small welt started to form where 
he caught her.

        "Stop it Roger!" Teresa lashed out. The burning sting 
across his face jarred his head back, just as another slap 
caught him full across the face. Roger tried to retreat but 
the glass held him trapped. At that moment he was hit by 
utter helpless; he just crumpled into a sobbing heap. 
Melissa had just gotten the car to the side of the road. All 
they could do was sit there in stunned silence. It was 
deafening, only Roger's sobs pierced the silence.

        "Let's go." Ice crackled in Jenny's voice. She stared 
out the window offhandedly rubbing the welt where Roger had 
bitten her. Teresa leaned over the back of the seat to rub 
Roger's hair and the back of his neck. But, he never 
acknowledged her. 

        The car lurched back onto the road. It didn't take long 
to get to Roger's place. Teresa jumped out of the car and 
hit the button opening the garage door. Melissa pulled in 
right next to Rogers little blue Honda. As the door closed 
behind them they all got out of the car leaving Roger alone 
in his haze of despair.

        "What in the hell was that!" Ginger panted holding her 
chest. "Are you all right Jenny?"

        "Yea, I'm fine." She looked at the little welt on her 
arm. "It'll probably bruise, but that's all."

        "Ahm, what do we do now?" Heather voice shook as she 
spoke. She was always full of ideas, but now she was lost 
and on the verge of crying. "This is too much. I don't know 
 I just don't know." The last she said in a whisper to 
herself.

        "I guess we take him inside and give him time to get it 
back together. That'll give us some time to think." Jenny 
said as she shook her head. She couldn't help but think, 
`this isn't turning out good at all.' "Melissa lets get him 
inside." Melissa opened the back of the car. Roger was just 
laying there quietly breathing.

        "Roger I'm going to pick you up, so don't try anything 
funny okay?" Roger just laid there in silence. "Roger?" 
Melissa reached down and poked him a little, but got no 
response. She looked over to Jenny who just shrugged. With a 
sigh Melissa grabbed him and pulled him from the car. He 
seemed to weigh even more then before. It was like dead 
weight, he didn't move or even seem to notice that she'd 
moved him. All of them were starting to worry, if only to 
themselves. It didn't take long for Melissa and Jenny to get 
him to his bed and tied down. Teresa removed his blindfold 
and pulled the covers over him as she left the room.

        "I don't know about the rest of you but this is really 
starting to freak me out." Ginger huffed as she curled her 
legs under her on the love seat. "I think it's time we call 
this little game off. I know I'm through."

        "Don't you get it Ginger. It's not a game anymore." 
Heather rolled her eyes as she tried not to cry. "We're all 
being blackmailed. We've kidnapped someone. And, we're the 
only thing keeping Angie from really hurting Roger, if she 
hasn't already."

        "Angie's not stupid she'd never go to the police with 
this." Ginger balked. "So if we stop playing along she can't 
do shit."

        "But what about Roger? He could go to the police on 
us." Jenny put in. "You really think that deal he made means 
anything, especially after what she did to him?"

        "Jenny, really, come on. Who's going to believe the 
nerd that we raped him." Ginger laughed. "Anyway we have the 
pictures and we could always say he tried to molest us. Who 
are they going to believe?"

        "Him, because I won't do it." Teresa ground her teeth 
as she spoke. "We're going to get him in trouble after what 
we did to him? I can't and I won't."

        "You better think about this little girl. If we stick 
together their's nothing he can do." Ginger got up and 
loomed over Teresa. "So you better think real hard." Teresa 
just looked away.

        "Well whatever we do we can't let Angie back at him." 
Melissa said, just as the door closed loudly behind them. 
They all turned in shock.

        "And why not let me at him?" Angie smiled at them.

        "How did you get in, I locked the door?" Teresa gasped.

        "Silly girls. While you were nursing poor old Roger I 
came by hear and did a few things." Angie jangled her keys 
in her hand. "No matter what you all decide; I can come and 
go as I please." Reaching under one of the tables Angie 
pulled out a mini-recorder. "Now, lets see what you've all 
been saying." She rewound the tape and listened as the rest 
just stared at her dumbfounded. "Oh Ginger, you are a 
naughty one. I guess this'll help me out a little more." 
Angie smiled and wiggled the recorder in front of them. "And 
the idea to claim he molested us that's good, really good. 
So now if we do hurt him, we can just claim it was self 
defense. Ingenious!"

        "You can't!" Teresa jumped to her feat.

        "Oh I can and will: If you all don't fall in line like 
good little girls."

        "Why Angie?" Melissa hissed. "Why are you doing this?"

        "Because I'm going to get revenge on every fucking guy 
I can." The words seethed from her trembling lips, as tears 
trickled down her cheeks. "All of them are fucking scum. No 
one cared when Brian raped me and now no ones going to care 
when we're done with him."

        "Angie, why didn't you tell us?" Ginger fell back in 
her chair blown over by everything happening at once.

        "Like you would have cared. Your a fucking rapist too, 
just like Brian. You didn't even think twice about taking 
our poor little virgin last night did you?"

        "He was a virgin?" Ginger gasped.

        "That's not the damn point! You raped him - just like 
we all did. Don't you see that." Angie sneered at them. "Now 
I'm just as bad as him. If I go to jail it's what I deserve, 
but it'll never happen because no one ever fucking cares!" 
Angie screamed as she stormed out of the room.

        "Oh god. What are we going to do?" Jenny whispered to 
herself. It was like a sudden chill had taken them all no 
one said a word. All of them were alone in their own 
thoughts.

        Angie walked down the hall to Roger's room. The tears 
still trickling down her cheeks. She crawled onto the bed 
and curled up next to him. Pulling the covers over them she 
laid there holding him crying on his shoulder. "No one 
understands. No one but you." It didn't take long for Angie 
to cry herself to sleep. But, it took Roger longer to do the 
same. He did know how she felt. Violated, alone, and full of 
rage. But, his nightmare wasn't in the past it was now. 
Leaning his head against Angie's he to cried himself to 
sleep, hoping that when he woke it would all be over.

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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