Chapter 1

As it was late February, it was getting dark by the time I got home from school. I had a knot in my stomach as I walked up to the house, wondering what might be about to happen, and was a bit disconcerted to find the house in darkness. I opened the door with my key and flicked the hall light switch; nothing happened, no flood of light, nothing. A fuse must have blown I thought, so I used the pale light of dusk coming through the hall window to guide me to the kitchen where I knew I could find a torch in the cupboard. I pushed the kitchen door open and stepped inside.

The curtains were drawn for some reason, so as the door closed behind me complete darkness descended. I stepped towards the cupboard where I knew the torch was kept. Suddenly an arm grasped me across the chest from behind, holding both arms to my sides, and a hand covered my mouth, then a familiar voice said in a supposedly menacing tone “Don’t struggle young lady, I’m much stronger than you, so just keep still and you can just wait to see what is going to happen to you!”.

I recognised Uncle Jack’s voice, and knew that he’d know that I would, but this must all be part of the little scene which Dad had planned for me I was sure. I struggled, but not too hard, as this morning’s note advised, feeling the crotch of my panties beginning to dampen at the thought of what might be about to happen to me. At my struggles, Jack let his hand slip from my mouth for long enough to let me call out “No, no, please don’t hurt me!”, but not too loud, just for effect. Jack chuckled and re-covered my mouth, saying “Oh, we’re not going to hurt you, we’re just going to play some dirty adult games with you”.

I gasped, wriggling some more, again managing to free my mouth from Jack’s hand; “No, no, please, I’m only fourteen and I’m much too young to do dirty things! Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this, honest!”. Jack chuckled again, covering my mouth once more.

“We’re going to take you somewhere where nobody can hear you squeal, then we’re going to see how innocent you really are. Once we’ve played some adult games, we’ll see whether you like them or not” he said with a laugh in his voice.

“Put that blindfold on her!” Jack ordered, and a second unseen person covered my eyes with a soft blindfold, which was then tied quite tightly behind my head. “Now tie her hands” came a second order, and Jack spun me round, pulling my hands behind me with his strong arms. Again I ‘struggled’ to avoid being tied up, but Jack was too strong and soon my wrists were tied together with what felt like a soft scarf.

“Cover her mouth so that nobody will be able to hear her” said Jack, and something was wrapped around my mouth, while I made some protesting noises.

“Come on, let’s get her into the van” said Jack, and I was picked up and taken through the door from the kitchen into the garage. I heard the door of a van being opened, then I was lifted into a horizontal position and placed on top of what felt like a mattress in the back of the van, then the door slammed closed. I heard the garage door being opened, then the engine started, the van moved forward, then I heard the garage door close and someone else get into the van, then the van set off.

After about twenty minutes, where I could feel the van turning occasionally, and hear other traffic on the road, the van turned down a bumpy lane and slowly began to bounce along it. I knew where we were going, as I’d been to Jack’s workshop before, where he and Dad and Uncle Pete fixed up cars and sold them on. I wondered what “Adult Games” were in mind for this young, and ‘oh-so-innocent 14 year-old schoolgirl’, and hoped that they would be very adult indeed!

The van’s horn sounded and I heard a roller door being lifted, then the van moved forward and I heard the roller door close behind us. I wanted to look innocent but tempting, so I had managed to wriggle so that my skirt had ridden up around my waist and rolled myself so that the first thing anyone opening the door would see would be my white virginal-looking schoolgirl panties.

The van door opened. “Well, will you look at that!” said Jack, “She’s showing us how willing she is, aren’t you girl?”. I shook my head violently and let out little mewling sounds, trying to wriggle to pull my skirt down, but that only elicited a laugh from Jack and at least two other men; wow, this looked like it was going to be really exciting!

I was lifted out of the van and put face-down on an inclined plane, with something like a foam pad under me, then someone grasped my ankles and held them firmly while somebody else got hold of both of my hands in one of theirs, then the knot around my wrists was released and I was spun around onto my back, with my hands held apart above my head and my ankles still strongly held. “Tie her hands with the straps” said Jack, and I could feel my wrists being clinched tight to the surface I was lying on.

“Right, let’s see some more of this schoolgirl’s knickers” said Jack. I wriggled as I felt someone grasp the hem of my skirt, but couldn’t move my legs as my skirt was lifted up to my waist, revealing my white panties. “Wow”, said Jack, “I wonder what she keeps inside there? Spread her legs and let’s see”. My legs were forced apart by whoever was holding my ankles, then my feet were pushed upwards, spreading my legs apart. I began to close my knees to prevent anyone viewing the crotch of my knickers, but two strong hands pulled them apart and Jack said, “Oh no, we’re going to see what’s inside your panties whether you like it or not!”. I lifted my bum and ‘struggled’ against the force which was holding me, ‘trying’ to keep myself from being exposed, but to no avail. Soon my legs were wide apart and the crotch of my knickers was on display to whoever was out there beyond my blindfold.

“Well, look at that!” said Jack. “Either our innocent schoolgirl has wet herself, or she’s secretly enjoying herself. Look at that lovely damp patch on her panties, doesn’t that look good?”. Suddenly I could feel a hand lift my head and the cloth covering my mouth was removed.

“Well girl. Which is it? Have you peed your panties or are you enjoying being tied up and lusted over?”

“Please!” I gasped, “I’m only fourteen!”

“Good!” said Jack’s voice, “let’s see what a fourteen year-old schoolgirl’s pussy looks like.”

I could feel something cold slip between my flesh and the side of my knickers, then there was a snip as some scissors cut through the material, then the same feeling on the other side, then Jack said “Ready for the big reveal?”. Nobody answered, but I heard Jack say “Right, let’s see what we’re going to have fun with then!”.

I felt a hand grasp the front of my panties, then they were ripped away, being pulled from under my bum by the force of the tug, revealing my vagina to everyone present, which felt just so amazing and dirty. I had no idea who was looking at my naked flesh or even how many people were there, never mind whether they’d seen me before or knew what a very naughty girl I was.

There were some sounds of appreciation from whoever was watching, as Jack said “Look at how tasty and tight that almost hairless pussy is! Who wants to see how wet we can get her?”.

I heard Jack move away, then a hand caressed my vagina and I jumped, pleading “No, no, please don’t do anything to me! I’m not like that!”. There was a low laugh, which I recognised immediately, then the caressing hand lifted and a finger-tip touched the bottom of my vulva near my anus and slowly slid upwards. I gasped and said “Oh no, you mustn’t touch me there!”. The finger stroked again, this time pushing slightly harder, slipping just between my vaginal lips. The feeling was wonderfully dirty, and my vagina began to lubricate even more freely as I gasped again.

For the next stroke the hand didn’t hold back, it pushed firmly as it moved the finger-tip upwards and the lips of my vagina were forced open, the tip pushing into my vaginal hole and then sliding up over my clitoris. I let out a little moan. The finger-tip rubbed up and down on my clitoris twice, then it dipped downward and slipped about an inch inside my body. Without any pretence I moaned again.

“No, I don’t think she’s wet herself” said my father’s voice, “I think she is secretly enjoying what’s happening to her. Let’s see...”. Dad’s finger suddenly slipped deep inside me and I gasped loudly, then he began to finger-fuck me quickly, almost withdrawing completely, then forcing his finger back inside my vagina, getting it as deep as he could. “No!” I moaned, but Dad kept going, making my vagina squelch as my juices began to really flow.

“What a lovely sound!” said Dad, “let’s see if she likes two!”. He withdrew his finger, but then quickly inserted it and another finger back into my vagina, “No, please!” I gasped out, trying to sound like I wasn’t loving what was happening to me.

“She’s getting really wet now!” that familiar voice said, “what else can we fuck her with?”

“How about a screwdriver handle?” came a third voice, which was surely Uncle Pete.

“Yes, that looks right to start with” said my father, “But we’ll need to use something bigger next, as we want to get her properly opened up for her real treat” he continued.

“No, please, don’t fuck me with anything!” I pleaded. “I’m a virgin and I don’t want you to stick anything up my vagina!”

“Ooooh, listen to her” said Jack, “Her little cunt is sucking Phil’s fingers like she’s desperate for them to be inside her all night, and her little hole is dripping wet, come on let’s see how she feels with something a bit fatter up inside her!”.

My father withdrew his fingers and I could feel my vagina gaping wetly, then I heard someone spit onto something, then my father said, “there, there, innocent schoolgirl, we’ve lubed up this screwdriver, so it should be nice and easy to slide into your little hole.”

I felt something cool and quite a bit fatter than my father’s fingers at my vaginal entrance, spreading my labia open. “No, no, no, please!” I pleaded, but to no avail.

Whoever was in charge of that screwdriver slowly began to force it into my vagina, with me doing my best to resist its entry. “Wow, she’s a tight one” Pete said. Slowly I allowed Pete to win the battle and my vagina began to stretch around what was forcing it open, and I began to pant.

I could feel Pete letting up the pressure, so I also relaxed and the fattest part of the handle of the screwdriver slipped inside my vagina, penetrating me by about four inches, and I could feel my vaginal lips closing around the slimmer part of the handle.

“Oh yes!” said Jack, “Doesn’t she look good with something spreading her cunt open”. My father and Pete agreed.

“Let’s fuck her with that for a bit while she learns what cock tastes like” Jack continued.

The hand controlling the screwdriver began to push it into and out of my vagina, making me gasp at each intrusion, but I was loving it. I was also looking forward to a taste of some cock, but then remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying myself. “Oh my God” I exclaimed, “You can’t make me suck your penises. Only filthy dirty perverted girls do that sort of thing!”.

My father chuckled and said “By the time we’re finished with you, you might not think that you are a filthy dirty perverted girl, but you’ll have done lots of things that such a dirty girl likes to do, so maybe you’ll become one after all.”

“No!” I said, “Don’t make me suck cock!”

I don’t know what sort of table I was lying on, but it must have been very adjustable, as I felt it tip so that I was no longer inclined, then I felt it lower maybe six inches towards the floor, then my head was turned by someone gripping it from above, then I heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. “Oh no!” I gasped out.

I clamped my mouth shut, then felt something soft but firm stroking my lips and my nostrils filled with a manly, slightly sweaty smell. I knew that one of my captors was sliding the head of his penis over my lips and I really wanted to open them up so that I could have cock inside my mouth, but I had a part to play.

I tried to push my head out of the hand holding it to the table, without success, then I opened my mouth to say “I am not doing that!”, but as I was half-way through that sentence the cock rubbing my lips slipped between them and I let out a groan.