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 Lidington Ninjas

   The first time it happened Nikki was 12.

   Every Tuesday evening she would visit Samantha Johnson at the other end
of Fore Street for her flute lesson.  She had been visiting Sam for over a
year now and thought nothing of the relatively short stroll.  Even the
return trip, in the dark other than in the summer months, held no concerns
for Nikki.

   It was about 9.15 and Nikki was walking quickly because of the light
rain.  She passed the lane to Far End cottage and set her sights on the
light above her own front door about 150 yards further on.

   When the bag went over her head she froze momentarily.  By the time her
brain had regained control her arms were being held fast and a hand was
clamped over her mouth through the musty cloth.

   A voice hissed in her ear.

   "Shhh.  Don't struggle."

   She was dragged back against a garden wall.  She felt the rough
stonework pressing into her lower back.

   Her arms were held tight and away from her body.  All kinds of thoughts
rushed through her head.  Fearful thoughts mixed up with concerns about the
earthy smell of the bag and what might have been kept in it previously.

   She felt a brief tug and heard the zipper on her jacket being lowered. A
chill ran through her as the material was parted.  She held her breath as
her sweatshirt was shoved up to her armpits.  She felt her nipples harden
as the cool night air found its' way past the thin cotton of her tee shirt
and then she felt the hands.  Many hands grabbing at her breasts through
the thin cotton.

   She wanted to shout out but that hand remained firmly clamped over her
mouth.

   Then, as fast as it had started it was finished.

   The bag swept up and off her head, her arms were her own again and she
heard footsteps, many footsteps, running up the lane towards Far End
cottage.

   The darkness in that lane was absolute.  There was no way she could have
seen anybody even if she had felt inclined to try.  Instead she hurried
home.

   Her decision not to tell her parents wasn't really made then.  As she
entered the old house her mother called out a greeting and asked how the
lesson had gone.  Nikki replied and, by the time she had highlighted the
good and bad points of her lesson, everything else seemed a distant memory.


   Retiring to bed she undressed slowly and stood in front of her mirror to
examine her small but well proportioned breasts.

   There was little evidence of her assault.  A small redness to one breast
was all she could identify.

   As she lay in her bed her mind wandered to who it might have been, why
she was picked, was she safe to go out at night.  She fell asleep and slept
well.

   A week earlier the four boys were gathered in one of the bedrooms.  Old
battered copies of Playboy and Hustler were passed between them.  There was
generic chatter about wanting to get their teenage hands on female flesh
and then a quiet authoritative statement cut through the room.

   "You can feel a girls tits if you want.  We all could."

   The boys huddled around their new found leader and in hushed tones the
Lidington Ninjas were formed.

   It had been two weeks before the ninjas struck again.  The Tuesday
following the initial attack Nikki had walked quickly in each direction
staying alert to even the slightest sound.  The boys had been there, but
they merely watched.  They had been expecting all hell to erupt around
them. They had their mutually protective alibis in place and were just
waiting for the battle to commence.  When nothing happened they were
stunned.

   After watching the young girl walk to her lesson and then home again
with no sign of surveillance or protection they once again found themselves
convened formally.

   "Next time we do her tits proper."

   There were no dissenters.  So, a fortnight after the initial attack
Nikki found herself with a bag over her head, her arms held stiffly to
either side and a hand clamped over her mouth.

   Inside the sack her eyes darted from side to side to try and catch any
glimpse of sight and her ears strained for any tell tale sound.

   All she heard was her coat zipper being lowered.  She felt her
sweatshirt being pushed up and hands grab at her breasts as they had done
last time.  Then she froze again as her tee shirt was tugged from out of
the waistband of her jeans and lifted up under her armpits.  She found
strength and tried to struggle and shout.

   The struggle was useless and the shout was almost inaudible.  Still, the
boys took no chances and she was dragged and shoved around the corner into
the lane leading to Far End cottage.  Here her bra was roughly shoved up
and her breasts were finally exposed.  She heard a click and noticed a
slight change in the darkness.

   "A torch.  They have a torch." She thought to herself.

   She heard, or at least thought she heard, a stifled giggle and then
hands descended upon her flesh.  Her breasts were squeezed and her nipples
pinched and she found herself gasping at the pockets of pain and pleasure
that formed in her mind.  Then it was over.

   This time her attackers left her in the dark lane and ran out the other
way but by the time she adjusted her clothing and followed there was no
other sign of life.

   The attacks didn't happen every week.  Not even every two weeks.

   After a while they weren't even confined to Tuesdays and Nikki realised
that whoever it was lived close by and were able to take advantage of her
movements even if they were unplanned.

   Nikki never considered telling her parents, or anybody else for that
matter.  Early on she had reasoned that she wasn't in any real danger.  She
hadn't yet admitted that she enjoyed the attacks but somewhere, deep
within, she knew that one day she would do so.

   Every now and then the attackers would be bold enough to cup her
buttocks through her jeans.  Once they even unzipped her jeans but they
never went any further.  Until the dance that is.

   Shortly after Nikki's 13th birthday there was a disco at the school to
celebrate the end of the summer term and that school year.  The disco was
not out of the ordinary.  Most of the girls stood on one side of the hall
and most of the boys on the other.  A few hardy souls actually danced but
there were very few girls dancing with boys!

   Nikki herself had taken up position at one end of the room and was
happily chatting to a few of her friends.  Over a period of time most
drifted away and Nikki was left chatting with Alison Walters.  Talking can
be hard and thirsty work and after a while Alison suggested that she get a
couple of drinks.  She wandered off leaving Nikki stood alone.

   The lighting in the hall was subdued but by no means dark.  When hands
slipped either side of her head from behind a real risk was being taken. 
The hands held her head facing forwards, firmly but not aggressively.  A
voice hissed close to her ear.

   "Step back three steps."

   She hesitated only briefly and then allowed herself to be guided
backwards.  She found herself passing through the heavy curtains that
divided the hall from the stage area.  As she slipped behind the heavy red
fabric hands grabbed her arms and a familiar bag slipped over her head.  No
hand clamped over her mouth this time though.

   "who are" she started

   "Silence" the voice hissed back.

   She stood silent whilst just a few feet away on the other side of the
curtain Alison peered around the gloomy room looking for her friend.

   Nikki had worn a white shirt and blue pleated skirt that evening. 
Clumsy fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt.  She gasped as the
shirt was flung wide open and her gasp was met with a stern "shhh."

   Hands slipped around her waist and up to her bra strap.  A few more
fumblings and she felt the bra go loose about her shoulders and her breasts
started to tingle in the draught coming from somewhere to her right. 
Anxious hands and fingers collided with each other as her nipples were
pinched and twisted.  Nikki fought the urge to make any noise and, as she
had learned to do, simply enjoyed the sensation.

   She started as hands lifted her skirt but calmed when those gripping her
arms held on just a little tighter.

   "Good girl.  Be a good girl." Came the voice.

   Nikki was relieved that her skirt had stopped rising but rather alarmed
that hands, two hands, were currently feeling around under her skirt.

   There was a good deal of sudden movement and Nikki found herself back on
the party side of the curtain, minus her hood.  She half turned to look
back behind the curtain when Alison thrust out a can of coke.

   "Where did you go?" Demanded Alison.

   "Um.  Er.  I haven't really moved.  Well not far anyway.  I've just been
waiting for you."

   Alison didn't look entirely convinced but Nikki had other problems.  She
had just realised that under the folds of her blue pleated skirt were no
panties.  She tried to picture the events behind the curtain but was having
a hard time dividing the feelings and flushes of her nipples being
manipulated from everything else.

   "Helloooooooo.  Earth to Nikki........" shouted Alison.

   "Oh right.  Yeah sorry.  I was just thinking about something." She
offered weakly.

   For the next several days Nikki tried to recall the details of that
evening.  She tried to analyse that voice but to no avail.  Her attackers,
if that is what she should call them, were obviously students at her school
and must live reasonably close as well.  That still left a lot of choices.

   For some reason her village boasted significantly more boys than girls.
As Nikki walked towards Samantha's house the following Tuesday evening she
found herself wondering why she had changed out of her jeans and into a
skirt.  She rationalised that it was a warm evening and that she merely
wanted to be comfortable.  Anyway, why shouldn't she wear a skirt if she
wanted to?

   Her change in attire wasn't lost on the scout waiting for her passing.
Soon the ninjas were appraised of the opportunity and discussing options.
As darkness became complete they were in position at the end of the lane
leading to Far End cottage.  They chattered amongst themselves quietly and
were almost surprised when they heard Nikki saying her goodbyes as she left
Samantha's house.  She was early.

   On arrival, Samantha had apologised and explained that she had to go out
unexpectedly.  Would it be ok to postpone the lesson.  Nikki smiled good
naturedly and, whilst her teacher had flapped about trying to both get
ready and talk to the girl, Nikki had taken it upon herself to make a pot
of tea and a sandwich for the flustered woman.

   As she left the garden path that night she admitted to herself that she
had delayed her departure long enough for darkness to fall.  Even so, it
wasn't nearly as dark as normal and she wondered whether or not her
"attackers" would be concerned about the lack of cover, or even whether
they would be ready for her at all at this much earlier time.  She kind of
hoped that they would be.

   As she passed the end of the lane she made a point of slowing and
looking in the other direction.  Her heart was beating faster and she found
herself holding her breath to listen for signs of pursuit.

   She didn't have to wait long.  No more than a stride or two past the
lane entrance her arms were grabbed and that smelly bag slipped over her
head to stifle her vision.  Then she was quickly turned and marched back to
the lane.  Obviously worried about the lack of cover and the possibility of
passers by the girl was hurried quite a long way down the lane this time.

   Eventually, she was led around a further corner and the troop stopped.

   There was no preamble or pretence this time.  Hands lifted her skirt,
reached for and found the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. 
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and she was lifted from her feet
just long enough for the discarded underwear to be slipped off her ankles.
Her skirt was hoisted up at the front and tucked back into her waistband.

   She knew, even without the change in temperature, she knew from the
eerie silence around her, that her most private area was exposed.  She felt
a body move close to her.  She felt her blouse being undone.

   A blouse.  She hadn't even realised that she had changed her sweatshirt.
By the time that thought had passed through her befuddled brain her blouse
was gaping.  Her bra was undone and hanging loosely beneath her breasts and
she was being looked at.  She could feel the stares burning into her flesh.


   This had never gone on for so long before, but then she was at least 40
minutes early.  The boys might not be certain but she knew that nobody
would miss her for at least another 45 minutes.

   A shiver ran through her as she realised how helpless she was.

   One by one the boys moved forward, cupped her mound for a moment or two
and then moved away to make room for the next one.

   Round and round they went and Nikki had no idea how many there might be
enjoying the show.  Eventually, after what seemed an eternity Nikki felt
soft cloth pressing against her mound.  Her legs parted slightly of their
own volition and the cloth was eased up between her outer lips.  A finger
probed just the other side of the cloth, pressing and pushing.  It didn't
go very far.  Just far enough to secure the cloth between her thighs.  Then
the bag was whipped off her head and a single pair of feet sprinted off
into the now total darkness.

   Nikki did up her bra.  Re-buttoned her blouse and untucked her skirt
from the waistband.  She left her panties where they were though.

   All the way back home she felt the soft cloth between her thighs as she
walked.

   Nothing more happened for several weeks.  Tuesday evenings passed
without incident and Nikki thought that maybe something had happened or
that a better, prettier target had become available.  More and more she
found herself with her hand inside her pyjamas reliving memories before
dropping off at night and, as the days wore on, the memories became even
more intense.

   It was a Thursday morning some weeks later, right at the end of August.
Her father had long since left for work and her mother had just pulled the
door shut for a days shopping in the city.  Nikki had declined the
invitation because mum was going with a group of friends and she just
didn't want to be the only member of the group under 40.

   The thought of hours spent in the lingerie department of Marks & Spencer
did absolutely nothing for the girl.

   Nikki cleared away her breakfast things just as her brother, Pete, came
into the kitchen.  At 15 Pete was a typical teenage boy.  He spoke rarely
except to grunt, and he slept a lot.  His thick dark hair was still tousled
and he hadn't even bothered to properly do up the jeans that he had pulled
on.

   "hey sis" he said "any tea left?" Nikki sighed theatrically.  Decided
against the usual staged brother and sister hatred thing and grabbed a mug
from the shelf.  She put his tea in front of him.

   "So, what ya got planned for today Petey boy?" she asked as she ruffled
his hair.

   "Uh?  Oh yea well.....some of the guys are coming round for a
bit.......in fact they'll be here any minute."

   "In that case" said Nikki "I'm going for a walk.  I can't stand loud
music this early in the day."

   She grabbed her coat as the doorbell went.

   "I'll let them in as I leave" she yelled back up the hallway.

   Nikki opened the door, coat in hand.

   "Hi guys" she started "c'mon on...."

   A bag dropped over her head and strong arms dragged her back from the
doorway.  As the realisation hit her she stopped struggling.

   "Pete?" she asked quietly.

   He laughed.

   "Yea sis.  I should have said some of the guys are coming round for a
bit of you!"

   Her struggles were genuine enough but they were wholly inadequate.  Four
pairs of hands grabbed her and bundled her up the stairs to Pete's room. 
Taking care to ensure that she was always being held properly, the boys
removed her shoes and socks, followed by her jeans and panties.  It took
longer to get her sweatshirt, tee shirt and bra off without letting her
arms go for any length of time, but not too long.

   Once naked her wrists were tied together and she was tossed onto the
bed. Her already bound wrists were then tied to the headboard, whilst other
hands tied her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed.  Then, and only
then, was her hood removed.

   Nikki blinked into the light and looked into each of the four anxious
and eager faces above her.  Pete, her older brother.  His best friend
Nigel. Nigel's younger brother Mark and Andy Monk who lived next door to
Samantha.  Their ages flashed through her mind.  15.  15.  13.  12.

   "Pete" she started "You can't do this."

   He grinned.  "We can and, what's more you enjoy it.  I never though that
you would be such a slut....but you are." As he finished speaking he
motioned to Nigel.  Nigel reached down between her tied legs and started
softly stroking her mound.  At the same time Andy leapt across the bed to
kneel on the other side of her and, in unison, he and Mark started playing
with her nipples.

   Pete just stood and watched.  After a few minutes Nigel gently probed
her outer folds.

   "She's getting wet.  You're right.  She loves it." He stated.

   Nikki bit down on her lower lip to avoid making too much noise but her
body was betraying her.  Her hips just wouldn't keep still and her
breathing was becoming irregular.  The fire in her nipples was driving her
crazy and Nigel probing her cunt was an absolute delight.

   Eventually she gave up.

   "unnnurg" she said as she pushed her hips up to make faster contact with
Nigel.

   "What was that sis?" asked Pete.

   Nothing.

   He unzipped his jeans.  The top button was already undone and he wasn't
wearing underwear.  His erection sprang forward.

   "Did you say you want me to stuff this in your mouth?" he asked sweetly.


   Her eyes flashed wide.

   "That's so sick.  You're my brother for fucks sake."

   Pete signalled and, whilst the boys all kept in contact they stopped
moving.

   Nikki jiggled to try and encourage the feelings to continue but the boys
simply lessened the contact still further.

   "Can't all be one way sis" said Pete.  "You're having fun so why can't
we?"

   He waved his erect cock in her direction.  A fury in her eyes she turned
her head the other way and then slowly, very slowly, turned back towards
him.  Her lips parted slightly, hesitatingly, and Pete took the opportunity
to feed his cock to her mouth.  Nikki had to stretch her mouth to
accommodate her brothers' erection but it didn't taste as bad as she
expected and she was immediately rewarded with the other boys restarting
their manipulation of the most sensitive areas of her body.

   Pete didn't last long before filling her mouth with his cum.  She
coughed and spluttered a bit but any anger was quickly overtaken by the
first orgasm to rip through her virgin body.  She was still recovering from
that orgasm when Nigel's cock filled her mouth and her body started
building towards a second orgasm.  After Nigel came Mark and then young
Andy.

   Each time one of them finished with her mouth they took over from the
next so she was never allowed to rest.

   By the time she had swallowed all four loads she had already enjoyed 5
orgasms.  The 6th was quick to follow.  The boys untied her after that and
they all trooped downstairs for food and drinks.  The boys had tugged on
jeans and shorts depending upon what they were originally wearing.  None of
them bothered with tops or underwear.  Nikki was kept naked.  Her bound
wrists replaced by a loose collar tied around her neck.
   END.