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The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

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are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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                            The Tying Game

This fantasy involves a girl age 7 who is tied by girls as part of a
game, humiliated, and forced through several orgasms by two boys age
13 and 8.  More chapters are planned, but not yet written.

The first chapter was originally written as "The Joke" (Gg/b pedo bond
forced-orgasm) by Sylvester T. Kat; it has been rewritten as Bb/g with
essentially the same plot.

There is a brief reference to wet panties, but otherwise, the only
bodily fluid you'll find in the following is tears, and there is no
physical injury described.  (If you want that sort of thing, you'll have
to imagine it yourself.)  If that doesn't sound like a fantasy you would
enjoy, then either don't read it, or blame yourself.  I'm not forcing
anyone to read this fantasy.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope will
never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.

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                            The Tying Game

                     originally by Sylvester T. Kat
                             as "The Joke"
                             21 June 1996

                      rewritten by Georgie Porgie
                    with the kind permission of STK
                             16 July 1996


                               Chapter 1

     Bonnie was not pleased.  If there had been anyone to see her, the
reason for her displeasure would have been obvious to even the most
casual eye.  Bonnie wriggled, but it did no good.  She still could not
move.

     About half an hour must have passed since the other girls had
departed, leaving Bonnie alone in the middle of "The Trees" which was
the name by which this particular patch of bush was known to the local
children.

     Being alone wasn't what bothered Bonnie.  She could have found
her way out of The Trees by herself without any bother and her bicycle
was lying on the ground nearby.  Part of the trouble was that she
couldn't reach her bicycle.  She couldn't even take a single step
towards it.  Bonnie was tied to a tree.  She was tied by her wrists,
with her arms stretched high and twisted back behind her around the
tree.

     Bonnie looked down.  Being tied to a tree was inconvienent, but
it was the Other Thing which really bothered her.  She knew that the
other girls would return in a few hours and untie her so she could go
home for dinner, but someone just might come walking or riding through
The Trees before then and see her.

     Being seen wouldn't have bothered her if the girls had only tied
her up and left it at that, but they hadn't.  If they had, Bonnie
would have been happy to see someone come along, as they would
probably untie her, so she could go home early.  But Bonnie definitely
did not want anyone else to see her like this.

     They had played tying-up games out here several times before.
Roxanne, the oldest girl in the gang and the "sort-of leader", had
started it.  Usually, the chosen victim was one of the younger girls,
six to eight years old, like Bonnie.  The normal routine now was for
the gang to head for The Trees soon after lunch and to tie the victim
to a tree there.  She would then be left like that for several hours
before the gang returned and untied her.

     None of those who had been tied up had managed to escape before
being released by the gang.

     Sometimes the victim would have wet panties when she was released
(to the amusement of the others and to the embarassment of the
victim), although this became more unusual as the potential victims
got wise and went to the toilet before leaving home.

     But that wasn't what was bothering Bonnie this time.

     Bonnie looked around.  There was no one in sight.  She looked
down again and was glad that there was no one in sight.

     The usual routine had been followed - right up to the point when
the other girls should have ridden away on their bicycles and left
her.  That was the point when Michelle, one of the older girls, had
made a suggestion... which was heartily endorsed by the rest of the
gang.  Bonnie had protested of course, but she may as well have not
spoken at all.  The gang had decided: before they left this time, they
would do one more thing to their helpless victim.

     So they pulled Bonnie's slacks and panties down, then stood
around and looked at her for a few minutes, teasing her about how
silly she looked.

     Just before the gang left, they completely removed Bonnie's
slacks and panties, ankle socks, and sneakers.  To complete the job,
they untied her halter top and dropped it on top of the pile with the
rest of her clothes.  Bonnie was completely naked and helplessly tied,
squirming in her bonds and pleading with the other girls to put her
clothes back on her.  That only made them all giggle at her.  There
was some talk about taking her clothes away, so that she would not
have them to wear even if she managed to escape, but Roxanne said that
if she could escape, she would have earned the right to get her
clothes back.  The gang finally agreed, so they left them in a pile
near her bicycle.

     This, then, was Bonnie's situation:  tied to a tree, her whole
bare naked body completely exposed, and with no way of covering
herself until someone decided to untie her.

     Bonnie gave another wriggle, which had exactly the same result as
all of the wriggles she had given since this began - no change at all.
She looked around again - still nobody in sight... but wait... did she
hear something?

     This particular spot had been chosen for these games because it
was very isolated.  There were no houses anywhere nearby, so shouting
would be unlikely to attract attention, unless someone else happened
to be exploring The Trees.  Usually, only the neighborhood children
came here to play, so it was fairly safe to assume that no interfering
adults would come along to spoil the game.  If anyone came, it would
almost certainly be another child, who would be more likely to join in
than to interfere.

     There was a definite noise.  It sounded, to Bonnie, like a
bicycle wheel crunching the dry leaves as it was ridden along under
the trees.  A second more, and Bonnie realised that there were at
least two bicycles.

     Then came the sound which brought dread into Bonnie's heart -
voices.  And, what was worse, BOYS' voices!  The cyclists were both
boys, and they were coming in Bonnie's direction.  Bonnie began to
struggle frantically.

     Bonnie had tried struggling before, but this time she pulled
harder than ever.  She simply had to get free before the boys arrived
and saw her bare naked body!

     It was no use.  She simply could not get loose, and the sound of
the bicycles was very close, now.  They would be here any second, and
would see her, and she had no way of covering herself!  Bonnie tried
not to cry, because she didn't want the boys to think that she was a
baby, finding her there, crying.  She turned and stared towards the
place where the sounds were coming from and swallowed hard.  This was
going to be embarrassing, but try as she might, she could not stop
herself from crying.

     Two bicycles came into view, travelling fairly slowly.  As Bonnie
had guessed, the riders were both boys.  The younger of the two was
about Bonnie's age and Bonnie had seen him at school, but he was in
another class and she didn't know his name.  The other boy was about
the same age as Roxanne, and she thought she knew him, the older
brother of one of the girls in her gang.  Andy, she thought, twelve or
thirteen years old.  She had met him once or twice before and didn't
like him.  He was talking to the younger boy as they came into view.

     "I'm sure!  This is about where they were yesterday.  I saw them.
They tied up one of the girls and left her all aftern...", he stopped
talking for a second, as he saw Bonnie.

     "Hey," he continued, "they've taken this girl's slacks off her!"

     Both boys rode up beside Bonnie's bicycle, and put their own on
the ground next to it as the younger boy added "And her panties too!"

     They walked around the tree to where Bonnie was tied and stood
right in front of her.  Andy smirked and gleefully stated the obvious.
"She's naked!  Totally bare stark naked!"  The boys laughed.

     The boys stood and looked at Bonnie for a while, both grinning at
her.  They were highly amused by the display Bonnie was putting on for
them.  The reluctant provider of the display was not even slightly
amused.  Bonnie decided to try diplomacy.  She might as well ask, even
if it did no good.

     "Would you please untie me?  I want to go home."

     Neither boy answered directly.  They both laughed and continued
to stare at her exposed pussy.  Bonnie felt very ashamed and her
cheeks began to feel hot.

     "She's blushing!" Andy teased.

     It was true.  Bonnie was blushing.  Indeed, her cheeks turned
bright red with the shame of her exposure.  They remained that color
through most of what followed.

     Bonnie decided to try one more time.

     "Please!" she insisted.  "Please, untie me!  I... I have to go
home!"  (A small lie, as she didn't have to be home for hours, yet).
A sniffle escaped despite her best efforts to hold back her tears.

     Andy looked her in the face for few seconds, then said
scornfully, "Don't be silly!"

     That ended the argument.  Bonnie realised that they were not
going to untie her, no matter how much she pleaded.  She gave up and
waited to see what they were going to do.  At least they were only
looking...

     Almost as that thought entered her head, Andy stepped forward
and, grinning with evil joy, began to feel Bonnie's soft little pussy.

     Bonnie yelled, "No!  Don't touch me there!"

     The boy glanced into her face and said, casually, "Why not?"
before looking back at her pussy, which he continued to play with.

     "Because it's rude!" replied Bonnie, indignantly.

     "You don't say!" he said, in accents of mock wonder, continuing
his rough playing.  The younger boy, watching in amused fascination,
snickered impishly.

     Bonnie, deeply ashamed, felt that she simply HAD to make him stop
playing with her pussy.  It was too rude!  He shouldn't be doing it!
How DARE he?  He had no right to do this to her!

     "STOP IT!" demanded Bonnie angrily.

     Andy stopped stroking and feeling Bonnie's pussy.  He looked
straight at Bonnie's face.  Then, slowly, his hands moved up to her
titties - and began to squeeze.

     Within a second Bonnie yelped and screamed, blinking back new
tears.  The pain in her titties was simply horrendous!  "Oww!  Owww
oww oh stop stop owwiie! oh stop it please please please!"  She cried
and whimpered as he continued to squeeze her tiny little titties.

     The boy stopped squeezing harder and simply held Bonnie's titties
tightly as he said, menacingly, "What was that you just said?"

     Bonnie, gasping with pain, could not reply for a few seconds.  He
squeezed harder for a second, producing another whimper of agony from
poor Bonnie.  She was sobbing from the pain.

     He asked again, in the same tone of voice as before, "You were
saying?"

     This time, Bonnie managed to gasp out a reply, "Nothing!"

     "Not good enough!" he replied.  "You were telling me to stop,
before.  Now, you're going to ASK me to play with your pussy!"

     Bonnie considered kicking him.  Her legs were still free.  The
other girls hadn't bothered to tie her ankles before leaving.

     It was too risky.  Bonnie realised that, although she could have
kicked the boy, he would probably have moved beside her then, where
she couldn't kick him, and squeezed her titties even harder as
punishment for her kicking him.  Besides, she would have probably hurt
her toes more than she hurt him, anyway.  Bonnie gave up the idea.

     A second later, she almost went back on that decision as Andy,
becoming impatient with the delay, squeezed again, harder.  Again,
Bonnie screamed in pain, hot tears flowing from the little girl's eyes
and running down her cheeks.

     Compliance seemed to be the only answer.  "Play with my pussy!"
gasped Bonnie, pain still shooting through her titties, squeezed
tightly by the boy's fingers.

     "Say 'please'!" ordered the boy.

     "Please!" gasped Bonnie, her vision blurry from the tears in her
eyes.  The pain was horrible!  She had to stop it somehow - anyhow!

     "Say it all!" demanded the boy.

     "Please, play with my pussy!  Just stop hurting me, oh please!!"
wailed Bonnie, between sobs of agony.  She HAD to make him stop
squeezing her titties, she just HAD to!

     "You REALLY want me to play with your pussy?"

     "YEEES! Yes yes yes!"  Still more tears.

     "Yes, what?"

     "Yes, please" moaned Bonnie.  She gasped another breath and began
crying uncontrollably.  "Please, please!  Play with my pussy, PLEASE!
Please play with my pussy!  Pleeeeease!" she begged.

     Sudden relief!  He had let go of her titties.  The awful pain
quickly subsided and Bonnie sobbed with relief.  Her sobbing quieted
down to whimpering as her shoulders shook.  She pulled once more at
her ropes, straining her little girlish arms to their limits, as much
in vain as it had ever been since she had been tied.

     The boy her age had watched all of this with amazed fascination.
He seemed delighted that Bonnie had been made to ask for her pussy to
be handled, when, before, she had been demanding that it be left alone
and not touched.

     Andy reached out towards Bonnie's pussy but, this time, he
stopped just before touching it, his hand poised just in front of her
little slit.

     "Well?" he demanded.

     Bonnie guessed what he wanted.  It wasn't a difficult guess at
all.  Quite obvious, in fact.  She sniffled and stopped most of her
crying before she replied, "Please, play with my pussy."

     He still didn't touch her, but asked, as though he was serious,
"Do you like having boys play with your pussy?"

     Bonnie knew the routine, now.  It was humiliating, but she had to
answer in the way she knew he wanted her to.

     "Yes."  Then, realising that he expected more, "Yes, I like
having boys play with my pussy!"

     "Do you want me to play with your pussy?"

     "Yes... I want you to play with my pussy!"

     "All right, I will!" he smirked, and he began to roughly stroke
and rub Bonnie's pussy with his outstretched fingers.

     "Spread your legs for me," he demanded.  Bonnie unhappily did as
he asked, moving her slender thighs apart, giving him full access to
her most intimate places.  She sobbed from the shame of what she was
doing, but she didn't dare disobey, or he would hurt her.  He kept
rubbing and rubbing, pushing his fingers up and down her slit and a
little bit inside.

     After a little while of this, he looked up at Bonnie's face and,
continuing to play with her, asked "Well?"

     Bonnie stared at him, unsure of what he meant.

     "What do you say?" he prompted.

     So that was it.

     "Thank you!" said Bonnie, not feeling the slightest bit thankful,
but trying to sound as though she was.

     " 'Thank you'? for what, and why?  Say it all!" he demanded, not
pausing in his fondling of Bonnie's pussy.

     Bonnie carefully composed a reply, hoping that she had understood
him.

     "Thank you for playing with my pussy, because I like having boys
play with my pussy!"

     It was humiliating, having to say the exact opposite of what she
wanted to say, having to invite him to do the very thing she didn't
want him to do, having to thank him for doing something to her that
made her feel so ashamed she was blushing crimson with embarrassment.
But she didn't dare refuse; she had to obey him.

     Andy kept on roughly stroking and rubbing Bonnie's pussy for
several minutes.  Suddenly Bonnie realised that she was feeling
something which she definitely did not want to feel!  Not here!  Not
with two boys watching her!

     But there was no escape.  Bonnie's pussy, responding to the
constant rough stimulation, began to slowly moisten.

     Bonnie had never heard the facts about sex, since she lived in a
strict family in a strict community.  But she had, as all little girls
do, rubbed herself inside her panties many times, when she was by
herself.  She enjoyed the feeling of sexual excitement, even though
she had no words to describe it.  She had never brought herself to
orgasm; in fact, she had never heard there was such a thing, but her
experimentation meant that she recognised the feelings she was feeling
now.  Bonnie realised that she was getting a juicy pussy, because she
was feeling the same as she did when she rubbed herself, and that she
was feeling that way because of this boy rubbing his fingers in her
pussy.

     And she didn't dare ask him to stop!  She hoped he wouldn't
notice the change in her pussy, or if he noticed it, that he wouldn't
understand what it meant.  A vain hope.

     That Andy knew precisely what he was doing was demonstrated in
another minute, dashing Bonnie's hopes that the boys wouldn't guess
that she was feeling sexy.

     "You're getting wet!" said the boy teasingly, not pausing in his
constant rubbing and stroking.

     He knew!  Bonnie's almost constant blush became a shade redder as
she realised that this awful boy was deliberately trying to make her
feel sexy... and that he was succeeding completely.

     Bonnie's bottom hurt!  A sharp twinge of pain made her realise
that, in a reflexive reaction to try to pull away from the boy's hand,
she was grinding her bare bottom against the hard, rough bark of the
tree behind her.  It hurt, and it wasn't doing any good.  The tree was
hardly likely to get out of her way and let her pull her pussy away
from her tormenter.

     Bonnie tried to relax.  It would have to end.  Sooner or later,
it would have to end.  They couldn't keep this up all day.  She hung
onto the thought "It has to get better.  It can't get any worse."

     But she was wrong!

     Bonnie's pussy was almost as wet as it could be, when her
tormenter turned to the younger boy, who was still watching everything
with fascination and delight.

     "Hey Brad, would you like a go?"

     The younger boy seemed to be so overcome with excitement that he
was unable to speak, but the energy with which he nodded his head left
no doubt that his answer was along the lines of "I thought you'd never
ask!"

     "Okay, here you go!" said Andy.  "Do just what I've been doing...
Hang on a second..."  he turned to Bonnie.

     "What do you say?"

     Bonnie said her lines.  "Please play with my pussy!"

     "Ask HIM!" said Andy, pointing to Brad. "And make sure you say
why, too," he demanded.

     Bonnie turned her crimson face to the younger boy.  It was like a
nightmare!  Having to say these things.  Having to allow these things.
And she couldn't refuse!  Bonnie, deeply ashamed, still crying softly,
said her lines again, to the younger boy this time.  "Please play with
my pussy.  I like having boys play with my pussy."

     "Oh-kay!" Brad chirped cheerily.  He immediately reached out and
began to poke her and rub her pussy slit in the same way as he had
seen Andy doing.

     Bonnie's pussy had recovered somewhat after Andy stopped playing
with her, but now it quickly began to get wet and sensitive again as
Brad began rubbing it.

     After several more minutes of this treatment, Bonnie's pussy was
as wet as it could be and was throbbing inside while hurting outside.
The inner feelings Bonnie was getting were actually quite pleasant,
but her enjoyment was completely spoiled by the fact that she was
being forced to feel sexy for the entertainment of these two boys.

     Andy carefully guided his young apprentice's hand, instructing
him in exactly how to rub Bonnie's pussy in order to have the greatest
effect as possible.  The younger boy learned how deeply to rub his
fingers inside her pussy, and what the effects were.  With increasing
excitement, he rubbed faster and harder, causing Bonnie to give a very
deep sigh of pleasure.  She didn't mean to do it, but the rubbing felt
so good that the sigh just happened, almost by itself.

     "She's enjoying it," laughed Andy.  "Do it a bit faster, if you
can."

     "Oh no, please stop, please," Bonnie thought to herself.  She
didn't dare protest out loud for fear of getting her titties pinched
again.  She just hung there naked, straining against the ropes on her
wrists.

     Brad happily obliged, rubbing Bonnie's pussy even faster than
ever before.  The sexy feelings Bonnie was experiencing became even
stronger, causing her to give an involuntary gasp of pure pleasure.

     "She'll get off soon," instructed Andy. "Keep on going, keep
playing with her.  It'll be real soon now!"

     Bonnie wasn't sure what he meant by "get off", but she hoped for
a second he meant "get off the tree".  She had no such luck.  Brad
kept playing energetically with her pussy, rubbing his fingers up and
down in her wet little slit with increasing speed, as Bonnie realised
that something was about to happen inside her body.

     "Any second now..." said Andy, standing off to Bonnie's left.
"Just listen to her.  She should get off in just a few seconds now!"
he chuckled.

     Bonnie hadn't realised that she was gasping with the pleasure.
She felt ashamed of her weakness - her lack of control.  She felt that
she should be able to control herself - to stop feeling sexy, but the
longer Brad rubbed her pussy, the sexier she felt.

     And then it happened.

     Finally, unable to resist the sexy feelings forced upon her by
the relentless rubbing of her pussy, Bonnie felt the most intense
sexual pleasure ever - and had an orgasm for the very first time in
her seven years of life.

     Unable to help herself, Bonnie hung loosely from the ropes
securing her to the tree, as her whole body jerked and twisted.  Her
pussy throbbed against the relentless rubbing fingers.

     As this happened, Bonnie heard Andy exulting, "She's doing it!
She's getting off!"

     It felt great... fantastic... marvellous...  Bonnie quite forgot
her circumstances for a few seconds as she experienced the most...
beautiful, lovely, delicious (she was running out of suitible words to
describe it) intense pleasure she had ever felt, running through her
entire body, originating from her throbbing pussy.

     Brad, amused at her reaction, rubbed Bonnie's pussy as fast as he
could, intensifying her orgasm and causing it to last about a second
longer than it otherwise would - a second that seemed like an eternity
to Bonnie.

     Her orgasm was over in just a few seconds, but they seemed like
the longest seconds of Bonnie's life.

     But then it was over.

     Or was it?  Bonnie, still breathing hard from the intensity of
the pleasure she had just experienced, looked down... at the boy's
hand, still rapidly pumping her pussy.

     Bonnie looked at his swiftly-moving hand for a second, then
looked up at Andy in mute appeal.  After the episode of the
"titty-pinching", she didn't dare ask him.  She just looked at him,
hoping that he would tell Brad to stop now.

     It was over, wasn't it?  Wasn't it??

     Andy looked into Bonnie's eyes for a second, and an evil smile
crossed his face.  Then he looked at Brad, still busy with Bonnie's
pussy.

     "Keep going," he counselled, ignoring Bonnie's look of horror.
"She'll do it again in a few minutes, if you do it hard enough!"

     Bonnie hung her head in despair, staring at the hand rapidly
pumping her pussy.  Again!  They were going to make her do it again!
And if she said a word in protest...  She closed her eyes and waited,
softly crying.  There was nothing else for her to do.

     Some uncounted minutes later, Bonnie once again felt a stirring
within her sexually excited body.  It was about to happen again.

     Only a minute or two later, it happened.  Once again Bonnie
gasped her way through the most intense sexual pleasure she had ever
felt in her whole life.

     But still there was to be no relief for poor Bonnie.

     Her tormentor looked up at Andy and asked simply, "Again?"  His
hand continued to rub Bonnie's pussy rapidly.

     "Of course," came the reply.  "Three times at least!  After that,
we'll think about stopping - maybe."

     For a few seconds more the two boys were silent, one watching,
the other busy with his play, then the younger boy looked up at his
mentor again. "I want to go on, but my hand hurts."  He sounded
disappointed.  Bonnie, not at all disappointed, hoped...

     ...and her hopes were dashed.

     "Okay, I'll take over and you can watch!" said Andy, moving into
position on Bonnie's right, his hand poised to take over immediately
when Brad stopped his sex-play.  "You've fetched her off twice, so
I'll do the same... Now!"

     The change-over was so quick that Bonnie hardly felt an instant
of relief.  In a fraction of a second, Brad let go and Andy grabbed
Bonnie's pussy and began to rub his fingers up and down in her slit.

     She only knew they had switched because Andy rubbed faster and
harder than Brad had been doing.  Bonnie's third orgasm came fairly
quickly, although she got little pleasure from it, because her
overworked pussy was starting to feel quite sore by now.

     Still the rubbing went on, without a pause.  Almost frantic,
Bonnie began sobbing harder.  She was desperate for him to stop, but
she still didn't dare ask him.

     "Are you enjoying this?"

     With all her heart, Bonnie wanted to yell "NO! NO! I hate it!
Stop it, NOW!" but she didn't dare.  Instead, she whimpered a reply,
"Yes, I'm enjoying it."  Surely she wasn't fooling him.  He must know
how much he was hurting her.  Both of them must know, she thought, as
her gasping and sobbing continued unabated.

     "Do you want to get off once more?"

     Why was he doing this?  "Yes, I want to get off once more,"
sobbed Bonnie.  She felt horror at being forced to beg for more when
she was actually frantic for it to stop.

     "Good!" laughed the boy, happily, "then I'll make you get off
again," and he rubbed Bonnie's pussy a little faster.

     Bonnie began to whimper in distress as she approached the point
of orgasm for the fourth time.  She strained at the rope which held
her hands behind the tree.  Surely it had to give!  She just HAD to
escape!  She HAD TO get away from these horrible boys!  But it was no
use.  Even her most frantic efforts made no difference.  She was tied
securely, with no hope of escape.

     Still whimpering and sobbing alternately, Bonnie had her fourth
climax in a row.  She was so tired that the waves that shook her frail
body were just a torment to her, with no pleasure at all.

     And a few seconds later, the rubbing stopped.

     Bonnie gasped with relief.  He had stopped!  At last!  He had
actually stopped pumping her pussy!  Without the constant stimulation,
the ache in her pussy slowly began to subside.  She felt exhausted.  She
hung limply from the ropes, her complete nakedness momentarily pushed
from her mind.

     Both boys stood back and looked at her for a few minutes.  Bonnie
was almost too tired to care, but she still reddened in shame as, once
again, she realized she was providing an entertaining exhibition for
the boys' amusement.

     "What now?" Brad asked, after a while, looking at Andy as he
spoke.

     "Now," said Andy, with the attitude of a teacher talking to a
student, "we go away and leave her like this for a while.  We'll come
back later, when she's had a chance to think about it a while, and
we'll play something else with her."

     The younger boy snickered.

     "And we'll bring along some more boys, too," Andy smirked, making
sure Bonnie heard him.  She cringed.  "We'll get Jake, and Eric, and
Martin..."

     Brad protested.  "Martin's no fun.  He's too mean."

     "But that's what will make him fun, today," Andy explained.

     "Oh, I get it," Brad snickered.  Bonnie didn't like the sound of
that at all.  She pulled again at her ropes, though she knew by now
her frail arms could never affect them at all.

     "Oh please, please, untie me now!" Bonnie begged them.

     "Not a chance, doll!  You're OURS for the day!" Andy gloated,
grinning with delight.  "Our little toy, to play with as we choose!"

     Bonnie twisted and wriggled again, pulling on her ropes, only
hurting her wrists more in the attempt.  Brad snickered.  Bonnie just
leaned back on the tree and sobbed.

     The boys turned their backs on her and walked away, and Bonnie
strained to hear what they were saying.  She caught only a few more
words.

     "... over at his cousin's place today ..."

     "So, his cousins can come along, too ..."

     "... keeps extra rolls of film in his ..."

     Bonnie stared at them in horror as they walked over to the place
where their bikes lay on the ground.  More?  Later?  With a whole lot
more boys to see her bare nakedness??  And what was that about film?
Oh NO!!!  They couldn't really mean it, could they?  With a sinking
heart, Bonnie realised that there was nothing to stop them from doing
exactly what they were threatening to do.

     The boys mounted their bicycles and prepared to leave.  Andy,
just before riding off, looked back over his shoulder at Bonnie and
called out "Glad you enjoyed it, we'll be doing it all again, later!"
Then the leaves crunched under the bicycle wheels as the boys rode out
of sight, chuckling delightedly.

     Bonnie waited a few minutes after the sound of the bicycles faded
into the distance, just to make sure that the boys were well out of
earshot, then she let loose a wail.

     It was a wail of rage; a wail of frustration; a wail of pure
misery.  More followed, interspersed with sobs and whimpers.

     Bonnie couldn't believe what those boys had done to her!  But she
knew it was true, her arms still ached from pulling on the ropes, her
bottom still hurt from pressing onto the rough bark of the tree, her
little titties hurt with remembered agony, and most of all, her little
pussy was sore and aching from the brutal rubbing.  It had actually
happened!  And it would happen again!  She continued to whimper and
sob loudly.

     Bonnie let out her feelings with as much noise as she could,
partly hoping that someone else would hear her and come to help her.
She no longer worried about being seen by her rescuer.  It was better
than having those boys come back and play with her pussy again.

     But no one heard her.  No one came to help her.  Bonnie remained
just as she was; helplessly tied to a tree with her whole body naked.
There was no escape, and the afternoon was still young.  The rest of
the girls would not return to untie her for many more hours.  She knew
the boys would be back long before then: lots of boys, plenty mean,
with the whole afternoon to torment her.  Bonnie's tears flowed freely,
streaming down her chest past her tiny titties, down her tummy, making
moist trails around her soft, sexy little pussy.  Sobs gently shook
her fragile body, as though trying to awaken her from a nightmare just
beginning.

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