Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2001 17:53:21 +0000
From: leigh clyde <lclyde17@hotmail.com>
Subject: Julie Ford's First Time

Julie Ford is a naive teenager who makes the mistake of taking a short cut
on the way home. A gang of tough females try to rob her. They are
interrupted so they change plan and abduct her. Soon the unfortunate
17-year-old virgin is subject to a sexual ordeal at the hands of her
perverted captors.



The Story

Julie Ford was glad to have left school and started her first job. Whilst
not the most gifted of children she had always been a model pupil as far as
her behaviour. She was rarely in trouble and gained a reasonable number of
basic qualifications. Her time at school was not without its traumas though.
Being slightly small for her age and of average looks she had been teased
and bullied a little. Consequently she was a little shy and often lacked
confidence.

Julie was not an unattractive teenager. In fact her girl-next-door looks
many found attractive. Her mousy hair for the past couple of years had been
cut in a bob style. She occasionally wore a hair band to hold it away from
her face. Despite approaching her 18th birthday she still liked to place
girlish broaches in her locks. Her face was childlike, almost impish with a
tiny turned-up button nose. She stood at about five foot tall and her petite
frame and despite her 17 years had the figure of a budding teenager. Unlike
many of her friends she was still a virgin. As yet she hadn't had a
boyfriend.

She enjoyed her work in a Call Centre and was only to pleased to say yes to
some overtime when the Office Manager asked her. On this particular occasion
it was just after 7pm when she and her colleagues finished the extra work.
Julie was grateful for the offer of a lift most of the way home.  Without it
she would have had to wait for the infrequent bus service. She thanked her
boss for the lift and started the 15-minute walk home. The bus would have
taken her outside of her block of flats, but the car lift had saved at least
forty minutes on her journey.

She glanced down at her watch as she started climbing the steps of the long
footbridge that spanned the railway lines behind her flats. Normally she
avoided the bridge but using it cut a 15-minute walk down to five. On this
evening she was tired and eager to get home. It was now nearly 8pm and she
quickened her step so as to get in before the top of the hour. The light was
now starting to fade on this mild April evening but still bright enough to
see clearly.  As she got to the top of the steps she noticed a group of
young women about half way across the bridge.  She could clearly hear their
laughing and giggling and was not at all concerned. As she approached the
gang she noticed that they were sharing bottles of wine and cans of beer.

She was now within feet of them. A drunken female voice spoke,
`Let the lady through...'
The crowd parted.
Julie didn't say a word. She held her head up and started to walk past
trying not to catch any of their eyes.
`Rude bitch!' spate one of the gang.
Another put her foot out attempting to trip her up. Julie saw it coming a
stepped over it and continued to walk.


One of the group then blocked her path forcing her to stop.
`Not so fast!' she said.
Another girl then also blocked her way.
`Let's have a little chat! She announced in a drunken slur.
Julie was then aware that someone had taken hold of her left arm. She then
recognised some of the girls. They were in a gang that hung around at the
local Railway Station. One of the number she recognised from school.
Charlotte Smith had been one of the school bullies.

Julie mustered up all her courage and demanded that they let her go. This
statement was meet with laughter. The girl holding her arm then grabbed her
wrist and brought her hand into view.
`Nice rings!' she said.
She proceeded to try and remove them, whilst Julie clenched her fingers in a
fist to prevent her. At the same time another was trying to pull the
shoulder bag from her other arm.
To Julie's relief she then notice a man walking towards them. Ordinarily she
would have been a little concerned at being approached by a man on this
isolated bridge but this evening she was grateful. She planned her next
move. Once he was nearby she would scream for help!

Unfortunately her plan could not be tried. Members of the gang had also
noticed him.
`Quick let's go..' said Charlotte, who was clearly the ringleader.
Julie begged them to stop as they pushed and pulled her slight frame back
along the bridge. One of them caught hold of her right wrist and gave her a
Chinese burn along with an order to shut up!

Julie was taken back down the steps and back along the route she had just
walked. She was surrounded by about ten young women of various shapes and
sizes in varying states of alcoholic stupor. She knew the streets all to
well, having walked them for many years as a child. The gang then made a
detour. Julie wondered why they were taking her along Farm Road. It seemed
strange to take her away from an isolated place where they could rob her
away from preying eyes to a suburban road.

She then saw the familiar iron railings at the entrance to the local
recreation ground. She had played there as a child. Her last two schools had
used its sports fields. She was glad to see that the large black gates were
firmly locked with a large padlock. Clearly there plan to take her into the
seclusion of the park had failed. She hoped that they would now run-off and
let her go as to hold her here would draw too much attention.

Her heart then sank! Julie noticed one of girls pulling out one of the
rails, revealing a secret entrance. Four of the gang pushed through the
narrow gap. Julie again felt herself being pushed and then pulled towards
the gap. Soon she was manhandled threw. The remaining four gang members
hurriedly followed her. Once inside they all kept the voices to a whisper as
they led the now trebling girl along the tarmac path and past the changing
rooms.

They then left the path and trampled across the grass and were confronted by
some old tatty paling fencing. A couple of the gang pushed aside some of the
hanging wood and got through the hole. Next Julie was shoved through the
gap. The rest of the group followed and after a few paces they were in a
clearing under some large trees. In the fading light Julie recognised the
area as the remains of the Adventure Playground were she had played as a
child.

In the middle of the clearing were some large logs and broken park bench.
Charlotte then spoke,
`Welcome to our residence!' she said, gently mocking Julie's quiet and
polite Middle Class voice.
Julie said nothing but was filled with rage and fear. She would have liked
to have told her what she thought but knew it would not be a good idea.
`I like to have those rings I saw earlier...' Said a redheaded girl.
`I like her jacket..' said a blond teenager.

Before Julie could think hands were pulling her from all sides. She felt her
lovely rings being prised from her hands, along with her silver bracelet.
Her handbag was gone and she felt her designer jacket being pulled off her
shoulders. Strangely she felt relieved that they had finally got what they
wanted. With her jewellery, money and jacket in their possession they could
now let her go. She was upset at losing the rings but she resolved to call
the police when she got home and was sure that they would soon get them back
for her.

All went quiet for a while as they looked through her bag and shared out her
belongings. She waited patiently to be told she could go. Charlotte
approached her and then spoke,
`Let's see what else she has got?' She said in a questioning voice like some
interrogator.
Within seconds hands were upon her again pulling at her clothing.
`No!' Julie shouted. `Get off me!' she demanded.
Someone behind then placed her arms around her waist. Her assailant easily
lifted her up right of the ground. She kicked her legs in a desperate
attempt to keep the others away. As her legs flew towards them they showed
no fear and after a few grasps took hold of them. Her black-heeled shoes
were removed to prevent her injuring any of them.

`What expensive tights!' commented one of the gang as she slightly released
her grip and allowed her hand to travel from Julie's ankle to her knee. At
this point a couple of other hands began stroking her stockinged legs and
two of the gang agreed with the comment of their friend. The hands now got
more adventurous. Despite her wriggling and pleading they managed to run
their hands up her outer thighs. Fingers now were running around the
waistband of her tights. Julie felt so helpless with her feet some distance
off the floor. She tried to prise open the arms around her waist, only to
have her wrists grabbed and held away.


She could now feel the sensation and indignity of having her tights pulled
down. She didn't understand why they would want them. Despite what they had
said they were of little value. Her tights were now down to her knees and
she accepted the fact that they would soon be off. What she was not prepared
for was the new interest in her tight blue lambs wool jumper.

Charlotte had taken hold of its waist and had begun to gently roll it up her
body. With a little careful manoeuvring it came to rest just below her bra.
In a flash she then felt the tights leave her feet and the jumper yanked up
over her bra. The top rested on her chest nesting on top of her white `A
cup' bra. Julie desperately tried to free her hands so as to pull the top
back down. She hated anyone seeing her body. She had a strict Baptist
upbringing and nudity was frowned upon. Whilst she was not religious her
parents' views had made her somewhat ashamed of her body. At school she
dreaded the communal changing rooms and taking part in sports. Prancing
around in a skimpy leotard or a short gym skirt was something she was glad
to have left behind.

Charlotte was now standing in front of her. To Julie's relief she ordered
the other girl to let her go. Julie was relived. But no sooner had her feet
hit the ground she was grabbed hold of by her arms by a number of the gang.
Charlotte just looked on still facing her. She then reached forward and took
hold of the top, which was now resting just below her breasts. She then
pulled it forcibly upward. Within seconds it was over her head and being
pulled along her arms. Charlotte walked backwards and the garment sprung
towards her. At the same time they all released Julie's arms.

They all stood back to admire their work. Julie instinctively covered her
bra with folded arms. She looked at the ground not daring to catch their
glances for fear of encouraging them.
`She's not so stuck up now!' she heard one comment.
Julie said nothing and hoped now they had what they wanted. Perhaps they had
now had their fun and would give her back her top and let her go. As she
stared at the ground Charlotte spoke again.
`We still haven't seen everything she's got!'
`That's right!' agreed the Redhead.
With that the whole gang rushed forward and began pushing her back and forth
between them. It reminded her of a dreadful game she had been forced to play
as a youngster called, Piggy-in-the-middle.' The only difference was that
she was the ball.

Hands pulled at her tight grey pencil skirt. She then felt the button give
and the garment loosen around her trim waist. She heard the unmistakable
sound of the zip travel downward. The skirt feel quickly to her feet. She
was aware that despite the fading light they could clearly see her dainty
pink cotton panties. She desperately tried to cover herself with her arms
and hands but as soon as she tried cruel hands grabbed her wrists.


She was again lifted up and held in mid air facing towards the ground. Every
limb was held firmly whilst another couple of arms supported her middle. She
wondered what might happen next. A hand was now resting on her back and its
fingers were fiddling with her bra clasp. It was expertly unclasped,
allowing her small 30 A breasts to fall free from their confines.

To her horror she was then turned over. She now faced towards the starry
sky. She was all too aware that her bra was resting above her naked breasts
and that all could view them. She felt herself going red with embarrassment
as she noticed some eight pairs of eyes ogling her bare flesh. Then she felt
herself being lowered. As she hit the ground with a gently bump she was
aware that her bra was leaving her arms. She quickly covered herself with
her freed arms.

`Get on all fours like a dog!' ordered Charlotte.
Julie knew better than to disobey. If she submitted it would be les
humiliating she reasoned in her mind. Once on all fours she felt a bit more
comfortable as they could no longer see her bare breasts.
She then felt a hand pushing her shoulders to the ground. She didn't fight
it. She was only too aware of her vulnerable and strange position. Half
naked with her bottom in the air. How she hoped that no one else would
discover her in such a humiliating state.

She soon forgot her worries when she felt a stinking sensation across one of
her buttocks! Charlotte had smacked her with all her strength. Julie gave
out a shriek and lowered her bottom to avoid any further pain. She was
ordered to get back in to position. She obeyed. Each girl then took it in
turn to give her cute little rump a smack. Some were gently whilst others
stung. Julie wisely kept in position and bit her lip whilst fighting back
the tears.

Charlotte then spoke again,
`I hope we haven't heart you soft little bottom! She joked.
She then began to caress the tingling flesh through the thin fabric. Julie
was aware that someone was shinning a torch onto her bottom.
`Let us make sure that we have not damaged the little virgin' quipped
Charlotte.
To Julie's horror she felt her panties being pulled up between her reddened
buttocks. The girls then made various jokes about her sore bottom.
`I think we should sooth her pain!' said one.
With that Julie felt a warm breath on her sore buttock followed by a kiss.
Other kisses followed and she guessed that all of them must have followed
the other girl's lead.

Julie was then aware that someone had hold of the waistband of her panties.
`Time these went!' announced charlotte. Julie felt the coldness of the back
of a knife blade as it slid between her and the waistband. In one quick
slice the tiny garment felt away from her right leg. Another quick cut and
they were all too easily pulled from her body. Again the torch was on. There
obscene comments made it clear that this time it was highlighting her
exposed pussy.


`I think we should make up for so horrible' said the Redhead.
Julie wondered what she meant. Again she felt a warm breath caress her bare
buttocks. A kiss followed and then another. They started on her thigh and
then moved across her bottom. Then down...and down. Then it happened. A most
disgusting thing. A kiss fell on her exposed labia! She recoiled.
`NO!' she shouted. `Not there!'
She rolled on to her side to prevent the indignity occurring again. Like a
pack of wolves they jumped on her. Within moments she was pinned on her
back. Her legs were then pulled open and her feet put over her shoulders.

It was Charlotte who then went down. Her tongue and fingers expertly
dividing the virgin's pinkness. Julie's pleas were ignored as Charlotte
gently licked her tight little orifice. One by one they then followed until
all had tasted her sweet juices. To start with Julie pleaded for them to
stop. To her shame her pleading became less with each partner. By the fifth
one she was meekly murmuring. The last one was the Red-haired girl. Julie
tried to fight her feelings but she found herself gasping with an unknown
pleasure.

The others looked on knowingly. The watched with glee as Julie experienced
her first orgasm. They were not sure why that night they had done such a
thing. They all knew that Charlotte was a lesbian and most of the gang had
experimented with her. What had started as a robbery had turned into
something none of them had planed. How lucky they were to have found such a
willing victim.

As Julie came to her senses she noticed the girls in various compromising
positions and in different states of undress! Girls were licking and
fondling each other, masturbating and kissing. Julie had forgotten her
nakedness. The red-haired girl took her by the hand to the edge of the
clearing and began to kiss her. Soon Julie found herself welling up with
lust and desire. With a little wine, guidance and encouragement she was soon
pleasuring her new friend as she had been pleasured.

The gang returned her possessions. Her clothing whilst a little dirty was
undamaged with the exception of her dainty panties! They walked with her
back to the bridge. They took it in turn to kiss her goodnight. She returned
home and enjoyed a long hot bath contemplating what had happened. She
wondered just how her life might change.