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From: Shattered_Mind@nospam.hotmail.com (Naive)
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Subject: {ASSM} Truth or Dare - Chap. 7 (m+/f+, Mdom, nc, bd, exhib)
Date: Thu,  5 Jun 2003 09:10:05 -0400
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The seventh and final chapter of the Truth or Dare saga. Hope that you enjoy.

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

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