AUTHOR: ~*Kaynee*~ TITLE: She Asked For It KEYWORDS: (mmmf, nc [reluc], lt bd, tickling, exhib) SUMMARY: Summer finds out that games can go too far, but by the end, even she has to admit - she asked for it. CREDITS: This story is derrived from the story "Innocence" by Hephaestus. I would like to thank Hephaestus for allowing me to take his story and make it my own. The original can be found at /~Hephaestus/innocence.html Elements of this chapter are (c) Hephaestus and are used with permission. This story and all subsequent chapters are (c) 2004 by ~*Kaynee*~ all rights reserved. WARNING: This story contains subject matter which may be offensive to some readers. It is presumed that if you are on this site, you know what you are looking for, and no apologies are made for this content. Govern yourself accordingly. Comments are welcome, please write to "nospam at tigerfang dot com" ----------------------------------------------------------------- -- She Asked For It Chapter 1 Summer was starting to regret her decision to hang out with 'the boys' - as her mother called them - instead of going shopping with her friends. She sighed, looking around the basement. It was cozy enough, a plush white leather sofa sat opposite the TV, which was a huge wall-mounted flat screen. There was a small coffee table between them, on the cream coloured rug. She was a little bored with the movie they were watching on the "awesome new Home Theatre" Drew's parents just installed. Of course, that was the real reason she was here; Drew. She had liked him for almost two years. She could still remember the first time she saw him. He was playing basketball in front of his house. She almost walked into a tree staring at his tanned skin, the muscles on his lean stomach and back working hard, and the shine of sweat from the effort. Just thinking about it made her tingle in a familiar way. Pushing it out of her head she tuned back into what the boys were saying. "That is so fake," declared Brian, pointing at the screen. "There is no way that top would stay on like that!" On the screen one of the girls from the movie was being pulled into a moving van by her shirt. Summer had to agree, saying, "Yeah, something that small would never stay on. They should just have her tits pop out." The guys all looked at her startled. She loved shocking them, and it was so easy. She just shrugged and they went back to watching what had turned into a car chase. Summer's eyes moved over to Drew, and she started to think again. For two years she just watched him, too shy to say anything. He kind of hung out with a different crowd anyways, being two years older than her. Mind you, she was sure that even at fourteen, she was more mature than he was. Maybe that's why things came so clear this year. She had gone away to camp for the summer, as always, but this time when she got back she felt totally different. It was like some switch turned on. On the second day of school, she walked right up to him and started a conversation. Even more remarkable; he actually talked to her too! It wasn't even the kind of fake interest that people show when they were just trying to be nice. Over the last three months they started hanging out more and more. She was still 'just a friend' - but that was more than anything she had been before. It helped that the other guys he hung out with were actually pretty cool too. She had seen a lot of her friends crush on a guy, only to find out that he and his friends were real idiots. She was ripped from her reverie by a pillow bouncing off her head. "Earth to the moon," Jason said, "anyone there?" Irritated at being caught daydreaming, Summer hucked the pillow back at him. "Hey, it's not my fault you guys picked such a lame movie." Jason laughed and deflected the pillow easily. "What, you would have picked something better, like 'No Holes Barred'?" "Well," Summer shot back, "It might have been more realistic." On the screen, the kidnappers had tied the girl's hands behind her back, and her feet together. She was laying on the bed whimpering, while her 'guards' played cards a few feet away. "What do you mean," said Jason, "what's so unreal?" Summer looked at the screen again, now the hero was making his way slowly in the rafters in some other part of the building. "For one," she said, "there's no way that any guy would just play cards with a girl so helpless in the same room. You can't tell me they wouldn't grope her or try to cop a feel." Drew laughed, enjoying the little argument. "Yeah Jason, come on, wouldn't you try if you were in that situation?" "Not if I knew Jet Li was coming to rescue her," said Jason, half-heartedly trying to regain some ground. "The thing is, doofus, you wouldn't know," Brian said, smacking Jason over the head with the pillow, "but I know what I would do if I were those guards!" "You wouldn't know what to do with it!" Both Drew and Summer shouted at the same time. It was a running joke with Brian - he was probably the horniest kid in school, but he hadn't even gone on a date yet. Brian got up off the floor and swaggered over to the couch where summer was sitting. Spreading his legs a bit, he grabbed his crotch and waved it at her. "You wouldn't know what to do with it, you mean, baby." He could be so silly sometimes. Without thinking Summer threw what was left of her ice water at him, giggling "You need a cold shower Brian". Brian saw it coming, and danced backward, sitting hard on the coffee table behind him and taking a face full of ice water. "That wasn't very nice," said Drew, launching himself across the couch towards Summer. "You're going to have to be punished now." Drew pushed her down on the couch and began tickling her sides. Summer squirmed and wriggled, trying to get away. She snapped her arms down to her sides, and for a moment Drew couldn't access any ticklish areas. They were both breathing hard, and something about seeing Drew towering overtop of her made a tingle run down Summer's spine. She noticed he was staring down at her too, and for a moment they were looking directly at one another. It only lasted a second, when suddenly Brian was standing at the end of the couch, looming over her head. He reached out and grabbed her wrists, saying, "Get her Drew, I'll hold her arms." An evil grin spread across Drew's face as he playfully hooked his hands into claws and slowly lowered them to her ticklish sides again. Not wanting to be left out, James got up and grabbed one of her legs, tickling the bottom of her feet. "You're not so mouthy now, are you Summer?" By this point, she was laughing too hard to answer. As she struggled to get out of their grip, she realized that her shirt was riding uncomfortably high. Another tingle ran through her as she realized she was about to give Drew, and the rest of them, a show. One of the things the guys liked about her was that she was unlike any other girl they knew - she took seconds to get ready and go out with them. In this case it meant that she didn't spend any time looking for a bra. The only thing between her boobs and the world was the thin fabric of her hastily grabbed t-shirt. They were all laughing, and part of her wanted to believe they were just horsing around. They were just having fun and it was all very innocent. Another part, however, knew that where boys were concerned there were always other motives, mostly sexual. Finally Summer managed to wriggle herself off the edge of the couch, turning over in the process. As Brian lost his grip on her hands, she clutched them to her sides. She brought her legs up underneath her, and lay there pressing her forehead into the carpet. Brian, thinking the game was over, laughed saying, "That'll teach you." Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "...what a wimp you are, maybe." She immediately regretted it as she felt Drew sit lightly on her back. "That's it, now you're really gonna get it," he said, working his arms under her elbows. She squirmed a little, but was enjoying his closeness, even if it meant getting tickled. Pulling her arms, he rocked her into a sitting position, her back pressed tightly against him. Her arms loosened a bit as she tried to stay balanced, and he seized the opportunity. He hooked his arms through her elbows and pulled them behind her back. A flush darkened her cheeks as she felt her nipples harden, poking up through the flimsy t-shirt. Drew had her firmly in his lap. She tested his hold, and found that she was quite helpless. She was really getting worked up, her mind split between getting away from being tickled and the sexiness of the situation. She wriggled around, pressing her ass into Drew's crotch trying to escape. Brian leaned in and started to tickle her again. She could feel Drew growing hard behind her, and she fought to think straight. Brian suddenly grabbed her belt buckle, and she stiffened. "That's it," she thought, "you were having too much fun with this, and now it's going to get out of control." Brian looked up at her smiling. He unbuckled her belt and pulled it off. She could feel her pants loosen as it passed from loop to loop. She desperately hoped that they were just teasing her, while wondering if they were as turned on as she was. Brian passed the belt to Drew, who moved away, pulling her down and flipping her back onto her front. Holding her hands with one hand, he fed the belt under her elbows. As she felt the leather slide along her skin, she knew they were going to tie her up, just like in the movie. The thought of it excited her tremendously, and instead of listening to her urge to fight out of Drew's hold, she just lay there. She knew she was all but asking for whatever happened next. Wrapping the belt a few times around her elbows, he buckled it and stood up. He gave her a nudge with his foot. "There, now you can't throw water around my basement anymore." There was a broad smile on his face, and she knew it was just his excuse for tying her up. She struggled a bit at the belt, and glowered up at them in false frustration. "Can she get out of that?" Brian asked, stripping off his wet shirt. Drew looked down at her. "I don't think so - can you Summer?" She tested the belt again and found that it was very well tied. She couldn't move her arms at all. "No," she said, "It's pretty tight." She paused a second and added, "I'm completely helpless." Just the thought of the words had made her insides flutter, but actually saying them sent a pleasant shiver right through her. She felt goose bumps rise on her skin and her nipples hardened almost painfully. She rolled onto her side and looked up at them. She could see the lust in the boy's eyes. Another pleasurable thrill ran through her, and even though she was very nervous, she put on a cocky face. "So, now what big shots?" Her mind raced, imagining what they might do next, but they stayed back, examining her body from where they were. She missed the feeling of their touch, even if it had been tickling. Wanting to overcome their reluctance, she continued, "If you wanted to do something to me, there's nothing I could do to stop you." Brian and James looked to Drew, as always. Drew kept staring at Summer, obviously thinking hard. She finally looked away, blushing fiercely as she felt a familiar warmth between her legs. She knew this was going too far, but she didn't care. She was caught between wanting to end it and wanting to see what they would do. Drew slowly kneeled down in front of her and reached for the bottom of her t-shirt. Watching her reactions closely, he started to slide it up her body. She could feel the fabric as it slid, and the warm pressure from his hands. "I don't think we should do that, Drew," stated Jason, "she could tell anyone and we'd be in hella shit." "I don't think she'll tell," said Drew, still studying Summer's face, "besides, I've been waiting months to see these tits." A shudder ran through her as he spoke. He liked her! Of course, this wasn't how she imagined finding out, but still - he liked her! She felt the shirt keep rising until it brushed past her sensitive breasts. She felt the cool air on her skin and heard the other boy's sharp intake of breath as they saw her. She looked up at Drew, but his gaze was fixated on her chest. She looked down and saw her pink nipples straining, standing out from the small orbs peeking out from beneath the hem of her shirt. Flushing with sudden embarrassment, she looked to the floor, trying to hide her face, letting Drew get as close a look as he wanted. Brian was beside her now, his hand reaching out and cupping her exposed mound, exploring her with his fingers, sending shivers of excitement through her. She gasped, wondering at how something that seemed so wrong could feel so good. Drew's attention moved downward, running his hand along her smooth stomach, over her hip and along her leg. He slid his fingers around her leg, closer and closer to her privates. He played with the soft skin between her legs through the fabric of her jeans. The feelings were driving her crazy, but she knew that she could do nothing but enjoy it. Still, she wondered, how far would they go? Would they stop if she asked them to? Would she even ask? Drew's other hand moved to the top of her pants, unsnapping them and slowly drawing the zipper down. He opened up her jeans, revealing her black panties. His hand brushed up against the front of her, and she bit her bottom lip as the wave of pleasure washed over her. She looked at Drew and saw him smiling, enjoying her reactions to their attentions. She was getting nervous now, but the feeling of his hand in her pants was too good. He slipped his hand inside her underwear; his fingers lightly brushing down passed the short hairs above her sex. He started slowly peeling her underwear away, pushing it down along with her pants. She felt incredibly intoxicated. The fear that was making her gut shake mingled with the overpowering sexual tension building inside her, and she realized that she hadn't even half-heartedly objected to anything so far. As Drew kept the pressure on her pants, she found herself raising her hips off the floor, allowing them to continue down her legs. Feeling the cool air on her hips, she hung her head to the floor. As she felt the jeans slide down over her ass, she knew he could see the short fuzz of her trimmed pubic hairs come into view. Summer brought her knees to her chest, trying to curl up and hide herself as Drew pulled her pants off. Her eyes were tearing more now, but from sorrow or excitement, even she did not know. Smiling at her, Drew gently took hold of her ankle, and slowly lifted her leg up, spreading her. She felt the wetness between her legs chill as the air began to touch her most private area. As Brian continued fondling her breasts, she didn't fight Drew's grasp, letting him open her up until her pussy was completely exposed to him. Her head drooped hiding her face behind her long hair. Looking shyly through the protective curtain hanging in front of her face, she watched Jason and Drew examine her. Jason finally got up his courage and started rubbing and stroking her ass. She lay there, completely exposed, and she knew that it was obvious how wet she was... How much she was enjoying this. She struggled for a moment against the bonds holding her, hoping that she could get free but also hoping the belt would hold. It did. Summer was so confused, turned on by the feelings and emotions flashing through her, but hesitant, not wanting her first experience to be like this. She felt another tingling surge as she realized that Drew had been absently stroking himself through his jeans. She could see the bulge there growing, and felt almost triumphant - blushing with embarrassment at the emotion - that she felt happy that he was being turned on by her. She quickly turned her head away as Drew's gaze moved to her face. Brian was kneeling over her head now, pinching and rubbing her erect nipples. Goosebumps were forming in waves over her skin and she could feel her pussy pulse with the excitement of everything. She could feel Drew shift his grip on her raised leg. She watched as he pulled his hard dick free of his pants and starting to stroke it. Seeing it there, she was stricken once more with a sense of fear, her emotions warring. How far did she want this to go? She had yet to even hint to them that she wanted them to stop - was it too late? Taking his cue from Drew, Brian pulled out his own cock and started stroking it over her head. She looked up at Brian's dick, only inches away. She closed her eyes, a part of her wanting so lean up and take it into her mouth. Drew would almost certainly start fucking her then - the thought of having both of them inside her made her unbelievably hot. She half-hoped that things wouldn't go that far, even as she savoured the feelings, this wasn't how she wanted to lose her virginity. She turned to hide her face again, but Brian's hand found her chin and turned her back towards him, stroking her face now as he continued masturbating over her. Suddenly feeling that things had really gone too far, she tried to close her legs. Drew shifted his grip, placing his hand under her raised knee. He shimmied closer, placing his body between her legs, sitting on her other knee. His cock was now only a foot or so away from her wet pussy. With her arms secured behind her back, she knew there was nothing she could do. She tried to speak, but the words were caught in her throat. She couldn't believe what she was allowing to happen. It came to her then, tied on the basement floor, the three boys playing with her body, that she would let them do it all. She would lose control - if she hadn't already - and let them use her body, right there, hungrily pounding their cocks into her as she begged for more. Her breath was as heavy and ragged as the boys, as she began to let the feelings wash over her. She felt the heat from Brian's cock and hand working above her face; She felt Drew's free hand working up and down her thighs; She felt Jason's cockhead rubbing back and forth on her ass. Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the basement door. "Drew? Drew its getting late, time for your friends to go home." There was an instantly cold void as the boys all jumped off of her guiltily. "Coming, Mom," Drew yelled, fumbling with his fly "We'll just be a sec." Summer lay there, limp. Her mind was swimming and confused. She had just accepted that she was going be gang fucked, and suddenly it was over. She didn't know if she should feel cheated or saved. She could feel one of them now, unbuckling the belt, freeing her arms. She sat up, blinking, looking around her, absently pulling her shirt down. She knew she had to move, or the boys would start to think something was wrong. The boys shuffled uneasily, not sure how to react to the awkward situation. They too knew that they had been on the verge of an almost mythical event, but now reality had returned, and they had nothing to say. Summer sat up, looking down at her shirt. Ironic that the shirt she chose to wear today had the word "Angel" blazoned across the chest. Not wanting to feel any more embarrassed, she got to her feet, grabbed her pants and went into the washroom. She couldn't look any of them in eye - much less say anything. Alone in the washroom, she could hear them as they made their way up the stairs. She heard Drew tell his mom that Summer would be right up, she's just using the can. She had to wonder if Drew's mom suspected anything. She looked at herself in the mirror, leaning on the bathroom sink. Somehow she expected herself to look different, but it was the same reflection. She shut her eyes and could feel the boys touching her again. She expected to feel dirty or ashamed, but the feelings she got were of those last few moments... The feeling of giving in. "Next time", she thought, "I'll ask for it".