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 THE GANG

   PART I.  THE INITIATION

   "I wanna be in the gang." Pause.

   "You can't be in the gang." Pause.

   "How come?" Pause.

   "Cuz you're a girl."

   Now, even at the tender age of eleven, nothing brought Gabrielle
Bright's temper to the surface quicker than being told she couldn't do
something because of her gender.

   She was a typical tomboy; skinny and boney, athletic and quick, but
there was an underlying something about her that suggested to many of the
adults who knew her she would someday be a ravishing young lady.  Her hair,
pulled back in a somewhat disheveled ponytail, was sandy brown, already
bleached by the early summer sun which had also tanned her arms and lower
legs.  She had dark blue eyes with naturally long lashes and eyebrows much
darker than her hair.  Her lips seemed always pursed, and her neck was long
and slender.

   "What do you mean, `cuz I'm a girl!' I can do anything you guys can do,"
she shot back.  "I can throw a ball as hard as you, Tommy.  I can climb a
tree as good as Lance, swim as far as Pete, jump as far as Mikey, and... 
run as fast as Pots," she boasted, and not without some degree of truth,
including everyone in the group of boys in her comparisons.  However, the
last inclusion might not have been the best choice.

   "My grampa with a walker can run as fast as Pots!" Tommy countered,
laughing.  The whole gang laughed.  Well, all but Pots.

   "No he can't!" Pots responded quickly.

   Pots was the quintessential chubby kid every gang required.  He was the
comic relief needed to make the others feel a little better about
themselves, and someone to order about.  He was the male equivalent of the
homely girl the pretty ones let tag around with them to make them look
prettier.  Normally he was fine with the role, but somehow this remark hit
him where it hurt.  He realized he was not as adept at the athletic,
physical, and, well, "boyish" achievements of the others, but to be told
that a mere girl could beat him at something wounded his pride.

   His nickname had nothing to do with his real name, which was Marvin.  A
group of older boys, who frequently picked on all of them, particularly
favoring Marvin, began calling him Hippopotamus, because of his physique.
His friends simply shortened it to Pots, and it stuck.

   Gabrielle (Gabby) continued her harangue.  "I can do anything you guys
can do and you know it."

   Still grumbling almost to himself, Pots muttered, "I could beat him".

   Despite the reduced volume, everyone seemed to have over heard.  All
discussion ceased and all heads turned to look at him.

   "Shut up, Pots," Tommy said, disgustedly.  It was a response Pots heard
often, yet he never seemed to consider what he was going to say before he
said it, and, being that his statements were frequently "dumb" as far as
the rest of the group was concerned, they usually merited a "shut up,
Pots".

   Pots turned away, and at an even lower level, asserted, "Well, I could."

   Tommy resumed his case.  "Look.  Girls can't do everything boys can," he
said.  He felt it was a definitive statement, and one that brought the
matter succinctly to a close.

   But Gabby wasn't one to give up when her merits were in question.  "Name
one thing you can do that I can't and if I can't do it I'll go away, but if
I can do it you have to let me be in the gang," she bargained.

   Now it was Lance's turn to speak.  He was unofficially considered second
in command of this little army and was usually the quiet one, but when he
did speak they generally listened.  "Seems fair," he said.

   "Yeah, let her try," Pots chimed in.  He was already considering the
possibility that if there was a girl in the gang she might actually usurp
his position as prime stooge.

   "Ok," replied Tommy, a little put out at being overruled.

   He thought for a few seconds before replying.  "If I can name one thing
boys can do that girls can't you'll go away and leave us alone?" he asked.

   Gabby nodded, "Yeah" she replied, beginning to think this might be a
really hard test, but never letting her apprehension show.  "Name one you
can do I can't."

   The immediate answer was, "pee standing up."

   All the guys laughed, even Pots this time.

   "That's not fair," Gabby roared.

   "You said one thing.  That's one thing," Tommy said.

   "He's right," Pete declared.

   "Yeah," affirmed Mikey, "He got you there."

   She glared at them for a few moments, then, screwing up her face she
growled, "Well, I CAN do that.  So there."'

   "Prove it." was the response.

   "Yeah, prove it," snickered Potts, who had already begun to imagine what
that might entail.

   "Shut up, Potts," Tommy snapped.

   Gabby stood there, glowering.  Her gaze moved from one to the other of
them before making up her mind.  She realized this was a make or break
decision.  If she really wanted to be a part of the gang she would need to
comply with their demand, but if it wasn't that important to be a member
she could just move on and look for other amusements.

   "Ok," she muttered, making her choice.

   "What's that?" Tommy asked, even though he had heard her fine, the urge
to prod and goad was just too powerful.  "What did you say?"

   "I said," emphasizing those two words, "Ok.  But if I show you I can do
it you have to let me be in the gang."

   "You have to show us."

   Gabby looked around her.  The guys had all been standing on a small hill
while she was a little lower on the slope.  She moved a few paces down to a
level area, a small clearing in the trees, surrounded by brush on three
sides.  Turning with her side to the group she undid the button of her
denim shorts and dragged the zipper down.

   Pots tried to nonchalantly move to one side to get a better view, but it
didn't work.  The brush was too thick.

   She was framed like the shell of an amphitheater.  Center stage, act
one, scene one of this one "little woman" show, all eyes in the cheap seats
were watching closely for the performance of a lifetime.

   She took a deep breath and let it out, then slid shorts and panties down
to her ankles and squatted, presenting a pasty white profile, her knees
practically up to her shoulders, sallow colored bum hovering a couple of
inches above the ground.

   "Nope!  Disqualified," Tommy declared.  "That's not standing up"

   Gabby crouched there in shock and disbelief.  Pulling her clothing up
quickly as she stood she said, "I'd have to take off my pants to do that!"

   "Look, if you can't..." Tommy began, but before he had a chance to
finish Gabby faced the group, pulled her shorts down and stepped out of
them, then her Hello Kitty panties followed in the same manner.

   Potts giggled into his clenched hand.  "Hello Kitty," he said pointedly.

   "Shut up, Potts," Gabby snapped.

   She stood before the group of boys, naked from the waist down, except
for her sneakers.  From skinny ankles her legs rose upwards.  Shins,
covered with a light coat of fine peach fuzz, scabbed in places with the
trials of sliding into second, bony knees dirty from kneeling on the
ground, and thighs resembling more the legs of a leap frog rather than
those of a young girl terminated on each side in a set of narrow hips, and
in the middle by a delicate cleft set in the midst of two pouting lips,
rosy pink in color, and magnificent enough in its sheer novelty to them of
the opposite sexual assignment to render them speechless.

   Clenching her jaws tight to try to keep the mortification she felt at
this moment from boiling over into a rage against her disparagers, she
moved her feet to the side spreading her legs, and...  and...  and...

   And nothing.  Sudden panic raced down her spine and weakened her knees.
She had never considered this.  She couldn't pee.  She gulped and tried to
force it.  Nothing.

   The sunlight filtered through the overhanging limbs of the trees warming
her shoulders, but a chill breeze picked up, blowing between her legs. 
This should have been enough to make her tinkle, but, still, nothing.

   They stood this way for minutes that seemed like hours to Gabby. 
Finally Tommy asked, with an aggravating smile, "Well?"

   Gabby answered angrily, "Well, I can't do it with you all watching me!"

   "But we have to see you do it in order to KNOW you can," Tommy
countered.

   "You know I..."

   "We have to see," he stopped her before she could complete her
statement.

   She knew they were ogling her and that made it worse, but she steeled
her mind and closed her eyes, thinking of waterfalls and gurgling streams
and huge carved fountains until eventually she felt it coming.  It began
almost as a trickle, a few semi-connected drops drizzling straight down
between her legs, growing into a swirling spray, the likes of which none of
the boys had ever dreamed possible.  The spray became two independent
streams just below her knees and proceeded to stay that way for a number of
seconds before unifying into one staunch torrent dredging a hole in the
dirt like an oil rig drilling for crude.  Indeed, it was a lengthy piss for
one having started so shyly, but all good things must come to an end, and,
even though there is nothing quite so satisfying as a good piss, this one
followed the old rule and began to abate, reversing the steps followed in
its development.

   As the last few independent squirts issued from the hidden hydrant
between her legs, all male mouths had dropped open in amazement.

   A big smile crossed her face in a wordless statement.  "I told you I
could do it!" it said.

   She shook herself and wriggled to free the final stragglers.

   The pool of urine was so large she had to carefully maneuver, stepping
off with one leg and twisting with the other.  This put her back to the
boys for the first time revealing her scrawny white butt with tight,
indented little cheeks.

   She grabbed her panties and quickly slipped them on.

   "Hello Kitty," Potts whispered in a dry, choked voice with a tone
approaching reverence.

   Pete laughed and pointed, "Hey, look!  Pots `s got a boner!" he cried in
a sing-song manner.

   "What's a boner?" asked Gabby.

   "Never mind," hollered Pots.  "No, I don't," but it was difficult to
hide the bulge in the front of his shorts.

   As a matter of fact they all were standing a bit uncomfortably.  As
sexless as this skinny little preteen was, the sight of her naked lower
half incited reactions in their bodies that couldn't be stopped.

   "What's a boner?" she persisted.

   "Mikey's got one, too" shouted Pots.

   "I do NOT," he countered.

   "What's a boner?"

   They all shifted somewhat to try to make the fact that they were all
aroused less noticeable.

   "What's a BONer?!"

   "Never mind," said Tommy.  "We'll tell you later."

   And, she did have other things on her mind.  With her shorts on,
buttoned and zipped, she skipped up the hill, pleased with herself, and
already putting the humiliation of the scene behind her.  "So now I'm in
the gang, right?" she beamed.

   "Well, we have to talk about it," Tommy hedged.

   Gabby couldn't have concealed the anger on her face if she had tried,
and she didn't try.  Grabbing Tommy by the shoulders she pinned him to a
tree and growled between clenched teeth, "you said if I could pee standing
up I could be in the gang, and I did pee standing up, and I had to take off
my shorts and panties to do it, and you saw my hoohaw AND you saw my bum,
and you saw me pee standing up, so I should be in the gang."

   Before Tommy had an opportunity to respond, Lance commented, "She's
right, Tommy.  They was the rules."

   The others nodded, and Pots, who envisioned the possibility of further
chances to see Gabby's hoohaw chimed in, "Yeah.  She should be in the
gang."

   In a vote, Tommy lost, and so, Gabby became a member of the gang, and
scored a major victory for femininity across the...well...school yard.

   It was getting near supper time and they adjourned for the day.  As they
were breaking up Tommy whispered to each boy individually, "Tomorrow.  Ten
o'clock at the fort."

   "What're you whispering about?" asked Gabby, her suspicions aroused that
she was to be excluded from something big.

   Tommy looked around at the other boys, questioningly.

   "She's in the gang," said Lance.  "She has a right."

   So Tommy acquiesced and filled her in on the meeting and how to get
there and they parted ways until the morrow.



   PART II.  THE FORT

   The next morning Gabby headed out in search of the fort.  She only had a
general idea where to look from the scanty information Tommy gave her, so
she was quite happy to meet Mikey on his way there.

   Mikey seemed a bit nervous and Gabby wondered if the initiation she
endured the day before was in some way making him feel uncomfortable.  She
knew guys got some sort of ...well, something, out seeing girls naked, but
she had no idea exactly what that was.  She hoped the rest of them wouldn't
feel that way around her.  She just wanted to hang out and have fun.

   They tramped through the woods, negotiated a brook with a weathered old
board stretched across it, and crawled under a dense growth of thick green
bushes into a small clearing.  The bushes fairly surrounded the clearing on
three sides, with a stand of tall maple and thick beech trees encompassing
it, and one massive oak growing in stately grandeur directly opposite their
entrance.

   "There it is," said Mikey, whose attitude seemed to have changed the
second they reached the clearing.  He was calmer and more relaxed.

   "Where?" asked Gabby, unsuccessfully trying to scope out anything that
even remotely resembled a fort, but all she could find was a circle of
rocks in the middle of this glade, the center of which contained the
remnants of small chunks of charred wood and ashes.  She had expected
something grander and more impressive.

   The disappointment must have shown on her face, because Mikey smiled and
took her wrist in his hand leading her past the rocks, near to the oak.

   Gabby's face was an obvious indicator of whatever emotion she was
feeling at the time, and at this time it was confusion.

   Mikey, who was clearly getting a kick out of her bewilderment, pursed
his lips and whistled.  It was a fair rendition of the song of a
whippoorwill.  He repeated it one more time, and to Gabby's amazement a
rope ladder dropped down just a couple of feet from where she stood.  Her
gaze followed it up about twenty feet deep into the profuse green foliage
of the oak, where she spied a number of boards placed side by side, with a
square hole from which the ladder dangled.

   In an instant it clicked in her mind.  "A TREE fort!" she cried.

   Mikey nodded, grinning from ear to ear.  The boys took great pride in
their achievement.  Building a fort high in the boughs of this magnificent
tree was no easy task, and they had done it so well no one would notice
unless it was pointed out to him.

   "Come on.  Let's go," Mikey urged.

   Gabby grabbed a rung and started to climb.  The ropes twisted and turned
a little, but she had no trouble in attaining the landing and crawling
through the portal.  Mikey followed close behind and as soon as both were
safely inside the ladder was hauled up and the trap door closed.

   "This is so COOL!" she said, truly impressed.

   The inside of the fort was roughly eight feet by eight feet.  Three of
the walls had window openings, the fourth bordered the trunk and wrapped
around it a little.  The front wall was a couple of feet taller in the
middle than the sides and a beam ran from it to a fork in the trunk over
which they had thrown an old canvas tarpaulin, anchoring it to the outer
edges of the sides, creating a weather proof roof.  All in all it was a
feat of creative building at which some architectural students would have
marveled.

   The place was fairly devoid of furnishings, except for five plastic milk
crates.  Gabby wondered if she would have to supply her own, and was
already plotting where she could acquire one.  However, Tommy placed them
side by side, three on the bottom row, and two on top.

   He turned to Mikey and asked conspiratorially, "You got it?"

   Mikey nodded, acting nervous again, and even a little guilty.  He
reached under his tee shirt and pulled out a DVD jewel case and handed it
to Tommy.  "I gotta get it back before Uncle Frank misses it," he said.

   Tommy reached into a backpack that was sitting in a corner and slid out
a laptop.  "The battery in this only lasts an hour anyway," he said.

   He proceeded to set up the computer and was just about ready to open the
jewel case when he paused, looked in Gabby's direction and said, "I don't
think she should see this."

   Gabby was about to get up in arms over it when both Lance and Mikey
said, "She's..."

   Tommy interposed, "in the gang.  I know!" Facing Gabby he continued,
"Alright, but, rule number one; what happens in the gang stays in the
gang."

   "I'm not a snitch, Tommy!  I won't tell nobody nothing".  Now, Gabby was
a smart little girl who knew that what she had just said was grammatically
incorrect, but she also knew boys sometimes talked that way and she thought
if she talked like them they might be more likely to accept her.

   In any event, Tommy took the disc from the case and placed it in the
tray.  In a few short moments the screen sprung to life showing a man just
waking up in bed.  From the furnishings it was obvious he was rich.  In the
middle of the bed spread, half way between his shoulders and his feet was a
big bulge.

   A buxom young woman enters wearing a French Maid's outfit; extremely low
cut bodice, very short black skirt over white frilly petticoats that don't
entirely cover her black lacy panties (ass cheeks popping out on both
sides), and black net nylons, with high heel shoes.  She goes to the
window, her shoes making a clip clop sort of noise with her short little
steps, and draws back the curtains.  "Bon jour, Master," she says in a very
poor attempt to sound the part.  Noticing the bulge she says, "OOoo, Master
ees ready for heez morning wake up exercise." She pulls back the blankets
and reveals his swollen member.

   Gabby gasped, "What is that?!"

   "THAT'S a boner," Potts explained.

   "OHhh," she said, clearly impressed, and tried to get a sidelong glimpse
of Potts, who shifted uneasily.

   The maid took matters in hand and began to masturbate the man.

   "What's she doing now?" Gabby asked.  All this was new to her.

   "She's jerking him off," Lance told her.

   "What does that mean?" So many questions were being raised in her mind,
and what popped into her mind as queries usually popped out of her mouth as
enquiries.

   "Just watch and you'll see," said Mikey.

   Potts added, "And stop asking so many questions".

   And so they watched, quietly, as the young woman stroked the man until,
finally he began to moan.  Shortly after, a gush of thick whitish fluid
spurted from the opening in the end of his dick, high in the air, then
cascaded down the shaft, over the girl's hand.

   Gabby couldn't control her curiosity.  "What was THAT?!" she squeaked.

   The answers came almost simultaneously, but varied by orator:

   Tommy, "Cum".

   Lance, "Sperm".

   Mikey, "Spunk".

   Pete, "Jism."

   Potts, a little late to get in on it proclaimed, "All of that".

   "Did she hurt him?" Gabby asked.

   "Does it look like she hurt him?" Tommy asked facetiously.

   The action on the screen showed the maid cleaning him up.  As he arose
from the bed he said, "Thanks, Yvette." He headed for the bathroom and
stopped as the doorbell rang.  "That must be the business associates I am
expecting," he said.  "Let them in and entertain them while I shower,
please.  They are very important clients, so...  do an extra good job."

   "Oui, Monsieur," she replied, curtsying.

   He started to go and turned back as a thought hit him.  "Yvette?"

   "Oui, Monsieur?"

   "Don't forget to swallow," he added.

   "But, of course," she replied, as if his thinking he had to add that was
the silliest thing in the world.

   "What did he mean, `don't forget to swallow'?" Gabby inquired.

   "You'll see," said Pete.

   In the following scene, Yvette shows three men into a sitting room.

   "Monsieur will be with you shortly.  He is getting dressed.  May I give
you anything?  Coffee?  Tea?  Blow job?"

   As the men look at each other, unsure they had heard what they thought
they had heard, Gabby started to ask, " what's a..."

   Five nimble voices cut her short in unison, "Just watch!"

   Back on the screen one of the men told Yvette, "I wouldn't mind a
blowjob." The other two agreed that that would be nice.  The first man
asked, "Do you swallow?"

   "But of course, Monsieur".  And so, she set about extracting the man's
penis from his pants and bringing him to an erection with her hand.  Then,
to Gabby's amazement she placed her lips over the tip and slid the length
of it in her mouth.

   "That's a blow job," said Pete.

   "Doesn't look like she's blowing on it", Gabby stated.

   "It's just called that," Mikey told her.

   Tommy explained, "She's doing the same thing with her mouth that she did
to her boss with her hand."

   Always wanting to know, Gabby asked, "But what happens if he shoots
his...  jizz...  in her mouth?  Does she swa..." When the answer finally
dawned on her her eyes got huge.

   Pots looked at her, and with the utmost gravity said, "But of course".

   "Oh," Gabby said.  "OH!  EW!  Ugh!  Yucky!"

   By this time the man was coming in Yvette's mouth, and she responded
with moans of delight.

   "Doesn't look like she thinks it yucky," said Lance.

   They watched the other two men get their cocks orally administered to by
the dazzling talents of the lovely Yvette before the battery started to
wane on the laptop.

   Packing up, they sat around for a few minutes (the boys needed time to
let their boners subside enough not to be apparent, a fact Gabby did not
seem to grasp), discussing the disc.  The male contingent seemed to think
it was worthy of an academy award, but, although Gabby had to admit to
herself it was an interesting bit of entertainment, she still adhered to
the opinion that it was yucky, even though Yvette definitely appeared to
enjoy it.

   They climbed down the rope ladder, which was hauled up by way of a
separate rope extending from the center of the bottom rung, woven through
the others to the top, routed over a big limb and back down to the ground.
The device was ingenious for those so young.  By pulling on this end the
ladder rose to the bottom of the floor, then it was tied off on a cleat
mounted in a fork of the trunk, hidden behind thick green oak leaves.

   The gang headed back toward the playground.  The plan was, Tommy would
take his laptop home to get charged up, Mikey would deposit the purloined
disc back in his uncle's collection, and they would all grab lunch, then
meet back at one o'clock to play kick ball.  Now that they had an even
number to form two teams the last item would be easier to do, and more fun,
too.

   PART III.  THE MARTYR

   The day had gone remarkably well, and all were in a good mood as they
came through the last tangle of brush into the little clearing just at the
edge of the school playground where, the day before, Gabby had shown her
pissing skills.  But, at that moment, they all came to a dead halt.

   Upon the hill above them was a group of five teenage boys.  Gabby didn't
know them, but she knew of them.  They were the gang that picked on all the
smaller, younger kids in the schoolyard.  She knew, too, that they were the
ones who had inadvertently given Potts his moniker.  They took what they
liked, broke what they didn't, and often resorted to physical violence on
days when the fancy struck them.

   Somehow, she figured, this would be one of those days.

   It would have been sheer madness to have tried to turn and run.  The
thick tangle of brush would have hampered their retreat making escape all
but impossible.

   The teens were all similarly attired in the latest thug fashion,
complete with home carved tattoos on their arms.  The fact that they were
standing on a prominence made them look even bigger and more menacing.  One
of them immediately developed a big smile on his face on seeing the six
materialize from the thicket.

   "Well, well.  What have we here?" he said, in a tone that sent shivers
down Gabby's spine.  "If it isn't our favorite rivals," he laughed.

   Tommy spoke, an action which raised Gabby's opinion of him as a leader
tenfold, "Leave us alone, Gary.  We're on our way home." He sounded brave
and unaffected by the larger boys' presence; even though she was sure he
was as frightened as the rest of them.

   Gary's smile slowly faded from his face to one of cold malice.  "You can
only pass if you pay the toll," he said, his voice emotionless, yet filled
with threat.  Then, brightening a little he added, "Let's see what you've
got".

   Two of the boys descended the knoll, giving the kids close examination.
"Hey!  They got a girl here," one exclaimed when he saw Gabby, who had been
standing behind the others.

   Gary looked surprised and commented, "Well, I guess we shouldn't be
shocked by that.  A gang of girls WOULD have a girl."

   "What's wrong with a girl being in a gang?" Gabby bristled.

   "Oh, you're a gang, huh?" Gary teased.

   "Yeah, we are," she said, "Now get out of the way and let us go."

   "Mouthy little cunt aren't you?"

   Gabby was steaming, but she couldn't think of a reply.

   "What else have they got?  Something of value, I hope, besides a titless
little twat."

   One of his cohorts, standing behind Mikey, snatched the disc he had
stuck in the top of his jeans.  "Oh, my, my," he said, reading the title on
the case.  "Yvette Sucks at Her Job."

   This got a big laugh from the teens.

   Mikey tried to retrieve the disc unsuccessfully, and yelled, "Give it
back!"

   The other boy pointed to what Tommy had cradled in his arms.  "This one
has a laptop."

   Tommy immediately replied, "You can't have it"

   "Oh, see, there you're wrong.  We will have it, even if we have to beat
the crap out of you." Gary's friends all agreed this was an acceptable
occupation to them.

   Gary pointed to Gabby, "First, you get out of here."

   "How come," she asked?

   "Cuz you're a girl," he answered.  "We don't beat up girls."

   "I'm staying," she declared.  "If you're going to beat them up you're
going to have to beat me up, too."

   By now, Gary was fed up with Gabby's lip.  "Get her outa here," he told
one of his band.  At once the boy grabbed Gabby by the collar of the back
of her shirt and the waistband of her light blue cotton shorts.  Lifting
her so that her feet barely touched the ground he propelled her up the hill
and literally tossed her a few feet away.  His action gave her a crotch
wedgie the likes of which she had never felt before.  The searing pain
burning her pussy with the friction of fabric rapidly grating against
delicate skin, and the dull ache caused by it pressing tightly into her
gash left her breathless for a few moments.  Only the scraped skin of her
knees on the gravel where she landed brought her back to the present.

   Behind her, on the hill, the teen gang prepared to maul their preteen
adversaries.  Pots, never overly courageous, broke into the brush in an
attempt to escape.  Gary growled for one of them to catch him and bring him
back.  The biggest one gave chase.

   That left four against four, but even then the odds were blatantly in
favor of the older, larger boys.

   Suddenly, an awareness occurred to her; the consciousness of her
position in these circumstances.  They didn't want her in the group
originally because she was a girl.  The teen boys would not beat her up
because she was a girl.  And, because she was a girl, she was the only one
who could diffuse this situation.  There was power in her sexuality she
realized, even at the young age of eleven, but in order to utilize that
power she would have to render herself powerless.

   As the massacre was about to begin, Gabby, now on her feet, hollered,
"Wait!"

   All eyes turned toward her, standing with bloody knees and a camel toe
the after effects of which would be uncomfortable for days.  She felt very
alone.  She knew the consequences of what she was about to say, and wanted
very badly not to say it, but in her heart she felt there was no other way.


   She had been received into the gang as a part of them.  Only she had the
ability to keep them from getting badly beaten and having their possessions
stolen.  She hedged for a few moments, delaying as long as possible
speaking what she had made up her mind to say.  Hoping, in a way, it would
not be accepted.  Knowing, down deep, it would be.

   "I got a deal," she said, finally.

   Gary, who had been as immobile as the rest, sneered, and asked, "What
kind of deal?"

   Gabby stood erect, her shoulders thrown proudly back, and replied, "I'll
give all of you blow jobs, but you gotta promise from now on to leave us
alone.  No beatings.  No taking things.  No nothing.  You just leave us
alone.  Forever."

   Once the words left her mouth she wished she had not said them, but she
knew she had to.  Now, as she waited for a response, she felt vulnerable,
alone, and very, very frightened.  She hoped it didn't show.  She tried to
put a look of defiance on her face, but sensed it failed.

   It seemed like an eternity before Gary spoke.  It was clear this
development had taken him by surprise.  The evil smile returned to his
face, but it was somehow tinged with nervousness, as if he didn't know
exactly how to proceed, and this was out of character for one with so much
self-assurance.  "Let me get this straight," he probed.  "You want to suck
our cocks to get us to leave you alone?"

   "I don't want to, but I will," she answered.

   He asked, mockingly, "Do you swallow." The teens all laughed.

   Gabby replied with the only answer she had ever heard given to this
question, "But, of course".

   At a loss, Gary chuckled and turned to his friends.  "See.  I told you
she was a mouthy little cunt." They laughed, uneasily.  "Well, what do you
think, guys," he asked.

   At that particular moment the teen who had been chasing Potts returned
dragging him in a head lock.  "What do we think about what," he enquired.

   "The little bitch wants to give us all blowjobs to leave them alone
forever."

   "Does she swallow?"

   Eight male voices, from both groups answered together, "But, of course."

   "Shit, I'll go for that," he said.

   The others agreed as well.

   They all looked toward Gabby.  She was so nervous she wanted to pee
(sure, now it felt like it!), but she tried very hard to keep her
nervousness from showing.

   PART IV.  THE SACRIFICE

   Gary extended a hand to her and said, "Come on Buttercup, let's fill
your mouth with cock."

   The idea sickened her.  She still had thoughts of running away, but
instead, she took short, slow, unsure steps in Gary's direction.  When she
was close enough he grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hill behind him
and through the brush.  When they were out of sight of the others he
stopped.

   He turned to her and said, "Get down on your knees little cunt."

   Gabby considered the injury she received on being tossed in the gravel.
"My knees are all scraped up.  I can't kneel in the dirt," she said.

   "Ok," Gary replied, "take off you shorts and kneel on them.  That ought
to protect them."

   "No.  They'll get all bloody."

   "Then kneel in the dirt, but make up your mind cuz I'm losing patience,
and when I lose patience I feel like beating up little kids."

   Even more mortified now, Gabby slid her shorts off and placed them on
the ground in front of her.  She was about to kneel when Gary stopped her.

   "Panties, too," he said.  "I want to get a look at that little twat."

   Knowing arguing was useless she tugged the panties down, relieved,
actually to be unfettered by the camel toe that had been causing her some
discomfort.  He eyed her closely, snickered, and shook his head.  "Not even
a hair.  Pretty poor excuse for a bitch."

   Now she knelt.  She reached up tentatively and unfastened his jeans,
then unzipped them.  Reaching into his boxers she touched a male penis for
the very first time in her life.  Extricating it with finger and thumb like
some wild creature she might have to drop at the first sign of attack.

   It didn't attack, but it did grow big and hard in her meager grip.  She
allowed herself to grasp it with the rest of her hand and worked it slowly
in an up and down motion.  Then, deciding the sooner she did it the sooner
it would all be over she brought her lips to it, engulfed the tip with them
and slid it into her mouth.

   She had to fight back a feeling of queasiness.  To Gabby, the whole idea
of what she was about to do was still "yucky".

   She couldn't see from this angle, but Gary's eyes were closed in sheer
delight as he felt her working his cock.

   She tried to emulate Yvette's movements to the best of her ability and
hoped her inexperience wasn't too apparent.  Mostly she tried not to gag.

   For Gary, it was the first time this young teen had ever had any sexual
contact with a female that wasn't in his father's girlie magazines.  As a
result it didn't take very long before he started to feel an orgasm
building.

   The moans that began coming from him were a warning to Gabby that he was
getting ready to come.  She wanted to stop.  She wanted anything right at
that moment other than having this schoolyard bully shooting a load of
sperm in her mouth.  But, of course, that wasn't to be.  She kept moving
her mouth on the shaft of his dick even after he started coming.  She
swallowed as fast and as much at a time as she could, and managed to keep
ahead of the flow.

   At the first ejaculation her immediate feeling was one of disgust.  It
was thick and warm, almost hot, and tasted like the bottom of a bag of
peanuts when you tilt it up to get the last of them but end up getting
mostly salt.  She wanted to retch, but willed herself not.

   Yvette seemed to have no trouble swallowing the loads, but Gabby found
it overwhelming.  She gulped the first big flood, but more followed on top
of it.  "Did boys ever stop ejaculating," she wondered, in thoughts a
little less refined, after what seemed like dozens of gulps trying to keep
ahead of the deluge.  Eventually, though, it tapered off, until she felt
him strain to produce the last few drops.

   When Gary pulled away she looked upward to find him looking down at her.
Their gazes locked for only an instant.  Hers was defiant, angry; his
showed, briefly, guilt, possibly remorse.  It vanished in an instant, but
that mere moment was enough to confirm in her mind that he had second
thoughts about what he had just done; about what he had made her do.

   He flipped his dick back into his pants and zipped up.  "Not bad, little
cunt," he said, his self-image returning, looking down on her now with
contempt.  "Let's see if you can handle the other four."

   `The other four'.  That simple statement hit her like a slap in the
face. "I have to do this four more times," she thought dejectedly.  But,
before she had time to agonize over her fate, the second teenage boy came
crashing through the brush.

   He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, bare ass naked, kneeling
on her shorts.  His mouth split into a wide grin.

   He unzipped his pants on his way to where she knelt.  His dick was out
in an instant and it was erect.  She took it in her hand and brought the
tip to her mouth.  She drew in a deep breath, let it out, and parted her
lips to admit the head.  He moaned as she slid it in deeper.

   This boy was about the same size as Gary, but he lasted much longer. 
Gabby was beginning to fear he might not ever come.  She didn't know much
about boys and their penises so this was a very large concern to her. 
However, after what seemed an eternity, his legs stiffened and he began to
shudder.  His ejaculation was as voluminous as Gary's and she had to fight
to keep ahead of the surge, swallowing as quickly and as much as she could
without choking.

   When she had drained the last of his sperm from a rapidly flagging penis
he stepped away from her, gave a look of disgust as he adjusted himself,
and left.

   As she awaited the next arrival it occurred to her for the second time
in three days a group of boys was seeing her naked bottom.  Being in a gang
was nothing like she had expected it to be.

   The third boy came through the brush and advanced to the spot in front
of her.  Unlike the others, he completely unfastened his pants and pulled
them down to his knees.  He was bigger than the first two.  The length and
breadth of his erect member standing upright and proud directly in front of
her face, plus the added effect of seeing his full growth of pubic hair and
two free hanging testicles dangling beneath were an impressive and daunting
site to a little preteen girl.

   He grabbed her left hand and positioned it around his dick.  The right
hand he slid under his balls.  Gabby didn't have to ask why.  She
remembered Yvette massaging them with tender care and mimicked the action.
Then into her mouth went yet another rock hard cock.

   Another never-ending period of sliding back and forth on the shaft
finally succeeded in his massive explosion of cum to be swallowed as fast
as she could, but he came more than she was expecting.  Some of his sperm
squeezed out of one side of her mouth, ran down her jawline and dropped on
her shirt.  She sensed what had happened and was angered by it.

   Her anger wasn't against the boy whose spunk had soiled her new tee
shirt, but at herself for not being able to contain it all in her mouth
until it could be swallowed with the rest.

   The sudden recognition of this confused her.  Why would she be mad at
herself?  She didn't ask to be debased in this manner.  She wasn't a
teenaged boy, four or five years older, forcing a little girl only about to
enter puberty (because, even though she did volunteer, it was to save her
friends, and she did feel like a martyr), to perform a sexual act against
her will on not one, but five of them.  Yet, there it was, she was pissed
at herself for getting some on her shirt.

   The boy withdrew his dick, and used it to wipe the cum trail from her
face, then forced it back between her lips.  Unconsciously she allowed her
tongue to clean it of the residual sperm.

   When he was gone she sighed.  She was tired by now.  Her jaws were
beginning to ache and her stomach was rapidly developing a sick feeling. 
She wanted it to be over.  Her trial into womanhood was horrific.

   "Here I am on my knees," she thought, "Like I was praying at church."
She wondered if this was a woman's lot in life, to kneel before the altar
of man worshipping the Phallic God (although, again, the words she used
would have been different).

   In her reverie she had not noticed the approach of her fourth
assignment. This one was about the same size as Gary.  When he saw her bare
ass he laughed aloud.  "Fucking little whore, you getting into it so much
you just want to tempt us with your other holes, huh?"

   "Gary made me take them off," she responded quietly, looking straight
ahead and showing no emotion.

   "Yeah, and I bet you loved it, didn't you?" he taunted.

   She shook her head vaguely.

   He continued his assault, "Yeah, you did.  You want us all to see your
twat, but you ought to be naked." He grabbed the sides of her tee shirt and
yanked it up over her head and tossed it on the ground beside her.  By now
she was numb to all that was happening.

   Examining the front of her he said, "No titties yet.  I'll bet your
still a virgin, too, aren't you?"

   She didn't move.  Her whole character had become automated, mechanical.
She tried to tune out all this unpleasantness by ignoring it and to let
happen what was going to happen, and getting it done with.  Please, let it
be done, she thought.  She was aware she was being spoken to, but her mind
was not on providing answers or even processing the questions.

   "You a virgin, cunt?" he asked.  "Any boy ever stick his cock in your
pussy?" Her lack of response seemed to goad him into to further vile and
suggestive questions, even heightening his rage.  "I doubt it.  You look
more like a boy than a girl.  That's probably why they let you in their
group.  You can suck all the little faggots off and they can imagine it's
another faggot doing it."

   He hauled his pants down to his ankles and shoved his erection, made
stiff from the verbal abuse he had been giving her, into her mouth.  "Show
me how you suck off them queers," he commanded and grabbed the back of her
head, slamming her face against his abdomen.

   "Let's see what you can do with a MAN'S cock," he blustered.

   He wasn't as big as any of the other boys and was shorter in length. 
She passively allowed him to fuck her face.  His stamina was less than the
others as well.  In a short period of time he started to cum, ramming into
her throat with each forceful thrust.  This was a new tactic.  One she
wasn't prepared for.  The spurts of cum were more difficult to swallow this
way, because the end of his dick was pressed against the back of her throat
with each ejaculation, taking away control of the swallowing mechanism, and
she gagged a couple of times.

   When he was finished he said, with vehemence, "My little four year old
sister does it better than you."

   Gabby remained silent, looking directly ahead.

   "I hope you suck your gang better than that.  Or maybe they just butt
fuck you like real homos.  Is that it?  They butt fuck you?  That's what I
shoulda did." He moved behind her and pushed her forward on to all fours.
Bending down he straddled her hips and tried to push his still somewhat
erect penis into her ass hole.  He was rapidly flagging, but managed to get
a couple of near invasive thrusts against her anus.  This was the stimulus
Gabby needed to bring back from her trance-like state.

   Spinning around to face him she shouted, "That isn't part of the deal."

   He stood, pulled his pants up, and said, in a very sincere voice, "Wait
till Manny gets back here.  He loves butt fucking whores.  Deals don't mean
a thing to him.  He'll cram his big pecker so far up your ass it'll come
out your mouth.  You'll still be able to suck him off, but it'll be from
the wrong direction.  They'll hear your screams all the way to the next
county," he said, contemptuously.  Grabbing her clothing, he laughed as he
disappeared through the brush.

   She felt more alone and more naked now than at any other time.  She was
worn out, tired, sick, and, she could feel where the left over drops of the
last boy's sperm had collected between the cheeks of her ass.  And, now,
she was very, very frightened.  She began to appreciate that the danger
factor to her had escalated and things might get terribly out of hand.

   She grabbed a leaf and tried to wipe the sperm from her ass.

   As she waited for Manny to appear she sat on her left hip, supporting
herself with her left arm, her legs curled back against her buttocks,
unconsciously protecting her bottom.  She heard the brush move and started
to tremble.  When Manny materialized before her her eyes began to water. 
He flipped his dick out of his already unzipped pants.  He was huge;
physically taller and more muscular than the other teens, with a longer
penis of much thicker girth.

   Gabby started to sob.  "Please don't butt fuck me," she sobbed.

   "Wh...what?" he asked, confused.

   "Please don't shove your big pecker so far up my ass it'll come out my
mouth," she bawled.

   "All I want is a blow job.  That's what you gived the others.  Right?"

   "Right, but the last guy..."

   "Sid?" he interrupted.  "Sid is a psycho.  Man, dude's crazy!  For sure.
Loco."

   "Then you're not going to butt fuck me?" she sniffed.

   "Little chica, just suck my dick and you'll be all done." Manny was like
the Lance of the teen gang; quiet, a little more empathetic.

   Gabby got to her knees as he positioned himself before her, but found he
was too tall to be able to get his penis in her mouth, and the ground hurt
her knees, so she stood, bending a little, just to one side of him.

   She had to open wider than for any of the others and for some reason she
thought of the dentist's office.

   As she worked his shaft with lips and tongue, he caressed the hair on
the top of her head.  At one point, when she knew he was getting close,
from the soft moans he made, he asked permission to touch her bottom.  How
could she deny him?  He had been the nicest one of all.

   His hand roamed over her buttocks, fingers gently probed between the
cheeks of her ass and toyed with her anus.  Apparently she had successfully
wiped up Sid's cum, or it had dried and was unnoticeable, because Manny
never asked about, or mentioned it.  Gabby found this action actually
stimulated her to perform even better at her task.  But, when he rubbed
between the lips of her hairless pussy the moans came from another source;
her.

   He came seeming buckets of sperm and she swallowed desperately, hoping
to make it as pleasurable for him as she could.  Why?  After all the abuse
she had received in the previous hour and a half, a little bit of
tenderness from one, who never-the-less was still taking advantage of her,
made all the difference in the world.

   When he was done and dressed he offered her his hand and said, "Come on.
Let's go get your clothes."

   Gabby held back a moment and said, "Wait." She ran her arm across her
eyes, hoping to remove all traces of her tears; she didn't want to appear
weak.  Then she repeated the action across her lips.  She didn't want to
show any vestige of what she had been through.  Taking his hand they made
their way through the brush.

   It seemed only natural; a six foot male with a four foot naked female in
tow; a child; a girl child who had basically been orally raped by five
teenage boys.  Natural.

   But once they reached the crowd it became awkward.



   PART V.  DECEIT AND BLACKMAIL

   Gabby was a mess.  Her hair was more disheveled than normal.  Despite
wiping her eyes, they appeared red and swollen.  She looked as if she might
be sick at any time, and felt that way.

   Manny led Gabrielle into the midst of ten sets of male eyes which
surveyed her head to toe.  Some of the eyes regarded her with loathing and
contempt, some with pity, some with guilt, and some regret.  And, perhaps,
some saw her with a mixture of all of it, but every set of eyes regarded
her with at least a small amount of lust.  No matter whether he was her own
age or as much as five years older, as Manny was; no matter if he had just
stuffed his cock down her throat, or simply wished he could, all of the
boys reviewed every inch of her and saw something erotic; felt something
carnal.

   Gabby was wholly aware of this in some unconscious perception.  Maybe it
is an innate sense women possess.  She dropped one arm in front of her, her
hand covering her pubic area, the other arm reached across her chest. 
Though there was nothing significant to shield from view.

   Her absolute embarrassment placed her off guard.  She was at a loss as
to how to proceed; what to do to make this situation resolve itself and put
her back on an even par, at least clothing wise with others.

   No one spoke.  No one knew what to say.

   Finally, Gabby spotted Sid still clutching her clothing.

   "Gimme my clothes!" she demanded.

   He grinned, "Oh, the little slut wants her clothes?" He extracted her
panties from the bundle and held them to his face.  "I think I'll keep
these," he said, stuffing them in his pants pocket, "but you can have the
rest." He shoved her tee shirt into the shorts and wadded them up tightly,
then tossed them high into the branches of the big oak he stood under.  By
some misguided miracle they lodged about fifteen feet up in a fork of two
limbs.  "All you have to do is climb up there and get them," he taunted.

   It was, for Gabby, the straw that broke the camel's back.

   "You ass hole!" she screamed and launched herself on him.  Caught by
surprise and off balance he tumbled to the ground under her.  As she
straddled him she beat his face with her fists Sid was still laughing,
until he realized her punches hurt.

   "Get her off me," he bellowed.

   Manny surrounded her body with a massive arm and lifted her into the
air. In her anger she continued to flail arms and legs, unaware of what a
stunning show of her crotch she was affording the crowd.  He set her down a
few feet away from Sid, who, by this time, had regained his feet and was
brushing himself off.  "You little cunt!" he spit, "I ought to beat the
crap out of you."

   "Now, now," Gary interjected, "we said we wouldn't beat up a twat."

   "The little bitch split my lip," Sid yelled, touching a finger to the
damaged area and looking at the blood.

   "We have other things to attend to, right now," Gary said with a smirk.
"Like the porno disc and the lap top."

   Tommy spoke up, frowning at the inference, "What're you talking about?"

   "We want them.  Do we have to beat the crap out of you, or will you just
give them to us?" The smirk had vanished and a look of foreboding had
replaced it.

   All the boys began speaking at once saying it wasn't fair, they had made
a deal, and the like.  Gary raised his hand to silence them, saying, "Hey.
What can I say?  I lied."

   Now, Gabby vented her rage on Gary, pummeling him with her fists.  He
easily parried all of her assault, but, once again, Manny stepped in.  As
he lifted her up she began kicking wildly trying to lay some hurt on Gary.
Manny had to gather her up behind the knees, pinning her with her back
against his chest and her knees against her chest.  With her legs spread as
he held her and her butt higher than the rest of her body.  The boys had an
even better look than before.

   Her bright pink gash, bordered on either side by naturally swollen,
fleshy lobes, and pouty sphincter surrounding her tiny anus became the
center of focus for all, but drew Gary's minute scrutiny specifically.

   "You know," he said, getting very close, with his head between her legs,
"I kinda got a new respect for you boys, having this around so you can poke
it any time you feel like it.  I can tell from the way she sucks cock it's
nothing she hasn't done many times before."

   Sid added his take on the situation.  "Yeah, but I think she only sucks
their cocks and let them butt fuck her, so the little faggots can think
they're fucking a boy."

   "You may have something there, Sid," Gary replied, looking from her
pussy to the younger boys.  "That the truth?"

   Potts spoke up in their defense.  "We ain't faggots," he said, "And we
don't..."

   At this point Tommy turned toward Potts and mouthed, "Shut up, Potts."

   Tommy knew there might be some benefit to having the older boys believe
they kept Gabby around for sexual purposes.  Gabby, herself, helped add to
the illusion.  After finally wriggling free from Manny's grip she flew to
her gang.

   With all the venom she could muster, snarled, "Yeah, well they're ALL
better than you are, Gary.  And Sid, you're a joke!"

   Sid growled back, "I don't care if you ARE a cunt, I say let's beat them
all up, take the stuff, and get the hell out of here."

   Gary shrugged his shoulders.  "Ok.  Let's do it".

   "You ain't gonna do nothing," a calm, but powerful voice spoke; one that
hadn't spoken before; one which, in its freshness and, despite the obvious
errors in grammar, the sonorous inflection of its tone, commanded to be
heard without being commanding.

   No one was sure who had spoken, but it was enough to make them all stop
in mid stride.

   Lance stepped from the group.  He was the biggest one of the gang, but
he was no match for any of the teens.  Gabby certainly hoped he had more
going for him right now than courage.

   "Why not," asked Gary.  His voice carried in it the hint that all his
plans were about to be dashed; though how was a mystery.

   "Beat us up and she goes to the police and tells them how you guys
jumped us, pounded us, then took off all her clothes and forced her to suck
your cocks, and she has five witnesses," Lance started.

   Gabby quickly threw in, pointing at Sid, "And HE tried to stick it in my
butt!"

   Lance continued, "You guys are four and five years older than us.  You
might even be tried as adults considering the crimes; battery, theft,
sexual contact with a minor, and sodomy.  That's big time.  Not Juvie type
stuff either."

   Tommy summed it up, "Leave us alone.  Don't talk to us.  Don't ever even
look at us again.  Got it?"

   The teens stood still, letting it all soak in.  Then Manny started to
walk away.  One by one the rest followed.

   None of the gang knew what to do next.  They were all elated, but unsure
of how to go on from here.

   Tommy looked at Gabby who seemed a little green.  "You ok?" he asked. 
"You gonna be sick?"

   She wanted to be.  It had just occurred to her she had five loads of cum
in her belly and it was all she could do to keep from hurling; definitely
feeling yucky.  But she wouldn't give anyone, friend or foe, the
satisfaction of knowing she couldn't handle a little adversity.

   "No," she murmured.

   He put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Thanks.  You saved us
all."

   She shrugged like it was no big deal.

   Tommy asked, "Did Sid really try to put his cock in your ass?"

   "Yeah," she said, then thinking about it started to chuckle, "but it was
too soft and wouldn't go in."

   They all laughed heartily, the tension having been broken.

   Suddenly, Gabby remembered she was still naked.  She had been without
clothing for so long it seemed somewhat normal.  But that feeling died in a
hurry.  "Can someone get my clothes down, please," she requested.

   It took a little doing, but Lance managed to climb into the branches and
retrieve her clothing, which amounted to a pair of shorts and a tee shirt.
The panties were still in the possession of Sid, which made her angrier
than anything.

   As she dressed she noticed some blood stains from her knees when she
knelt on the shorts.  She was worried that she wouldn't know how to explain
them, but Tommy saved the day by grinding a little dirt over them.  It was
a whole lot easier to explain being dirty than it was to explain being
bloody, he told her.

   When she was dressed she turned to the group and said, meekly, eyes
lowered in obvious embarrassment, "Remember rule number one.  What happens
in the gang stays in the gang." They all nodded their agreement, solemnly.

   They broke for the day and went their ways, which was somewhat
indicative of the gang in general.  There were a few more escapades, and
adventures, and a couple of misadventures, but somehow things weren't quite
the same.  There was a stigma lurking underneath the exterior of
camaraderie.

   By the end of summer, with sports, and clubs, and music classes, the
gang had disbanded; nothing official, just faded away and gone like the
mist in the morning.  They maintained their friendships throughout the
following school years, but they were not as close as during that summer.

   Though, seven years later, Gabby would attend her senior prom on the arm
of Lance (who would go on to become a successful attorney), and he would
become the only one of the original gang to discover just how well Gabby
had learned Yvette's craft.

   But that would be then.  Right now, Gabby headed home, where she was
scolded for being filthy (if they only knew).  As she sat at the table her
mother pointed to the spot on her shirt.

   "Gabby, what have you got on your new shirt?" She poked at it with a
finger.  "It's stained and crusty."

   Gabby didn't even try to think of an excuse.  One just came out on its
own.  "I had a creamsicle and some of it ran down my chin onto my shirt."

   With a tone of irritation and a sigh, her father, sitting across from
her asked, "Don't you know it's supposed to go in your mouth, and you're
supposed to swallow it?  All of it?"

   Gabby heaved a sigh and, to herself, mumbled, "But, of course."