The first part and the story line are by TheThing. I'll be working on this on and off as I can. During that time, just enjoy it, despite the mistakes.

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PART 1 (Damn this sounds like some audio tape lol SIDE 1 PART 1 ROFL)

"Waaaaaaaake up, sweety." My mom called from my closed door. I groaned. "Come, it's your birthdaaay." That last word caught my attention. I got up, tripped over my bedding and changed out of my pajamas and into some real clothes. I was going to have a huge party, even though it was at my house. All my friends, family, neighbors and most kids from school were going to be there, since it was my 16th birthday. I was ecstatic over the fact that I can drive, although I would be hampered by my mom yelling "Stop!" or "Cut the wheel! Cut the god damn wheel!", which would probably end up in a destroyed car.

But I didn't care. I skipped through the house, making my way into the kitchen to eat breakfast. As I skipped to my chair, my mother was sliding a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in front of me. Just as I was about to dig into my favorite breakfast meal when cooked by my mom, something grabbed my shoulders and let out a yell.

I stood up, emitting a high pitched scream and stood up, throwing my fork into the air. The fork stuck into the ceiling, dislodging a little dust onto my food, sticking to the syrup and butter. My chair had been forced back by my knees, and the back of the chair was now under my younger brother. He was the one who sacred me, and he was paying for it. I must have forced the top of the chair into his stomach, because he looked winded when he removed himself, but he still tried to squeak out a laugh.

"Joe! Not funny!" I was pissed at him for ruining my meal and making my heart skip a beat in a bad way.

"Yes it...*wheeze* was. ...*wheeze* And that was... *wheeze* totally worth it." Joe was regaining his breath as he hobbled over to the chair on my left.

"Dad, that wasn't funny!"

"I know, I wasn't laughing." But my father said that with a terrible attempt to hide a smile and a wink at my brother.

"Mooooommm. Do something." I was pleading with my mother for just this once, she would get Joe not to kill me. It was my birthday, after all.

"Joe, it's your sister's birthday. Be nice to her for just this one day at least." She sounded defeated, her words still had the tone of authority.

"Alright." Joe said dismally, and I knew he would oblige; at least for a little while, and in front of my mom.

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The party that afternoon was awesome. The DJ played great music and even some brand new music from emerging artists or advanced copies of a song from established band. Everyone was eating, drink, dancing and having fun. The tables set up to hold all the presents I was getting were filled, and even more littered the floor.

I met up with some cute boys, and started to dance with them for a while, before leaving my number and looking for my best friend Andrea.

Although I'm not gay, or even bi-sexual, I've always thought of Andrea as being hot. I don't know what it was about her, but I was always attracted to her on some subliminal level that always made me want to be near her, no matter how bad we fought the day before. I guess it was the same for her, because she was the same way.

After 10 minutes of searching (with a few minutes of almost giving up and going back to those boys), I found her. For the occasion, Andrea wore her pony tail in the back of her head. She normally doesn't like to wear it there, but rather on the left side of her head, like that girl from Napoleon Dynamite. She had on her brown contact lenses, which covered up the strange yet interestingly beautiful hodgepodge of grey, blue and white.

She wore a tight pink Tee-shirt with a bunny going into a field of land mines unknowingly. It came down to the middle of her stomach, revealing some of the 6-pack she had. Every time I see that 6-pack I shiver; it's not natural for a girl to have such strength, especially at the young age of 12. She also had on some American Eagle kakis in a light green and pink madras pattern.

"Thank God! Some asshole was hitting on me, and he was like 17! He didn't believe I was only 12. And he kept making all this fucking sexual jokes and trying to, and I quote him 'get in my tight pussy'." Andrea. Always so negative and hateful to people she doesn't know.

"Hey, at least he thought you were older. And hot. He was just trying to complement you" I said, attempting to calm her down and make it seem alright that he pretty much verbally assaulted her.

"Oh yeah, those were some nice complements; 'I bet those big titties are nice and soft. Can I feel them to make sure?'" Andrea mimicked the kid by reaching out pantomiming grabbing a pair of breasts. That caused me to laugh.

"Okay, so he wanted to rape you. Whatever. It's only 1 creepy kid. I mean, I'm sure not all the guys who hit on you are like that."

"Meh, I usually get the shy and nervous ones, or the fucking douche bags."

"You need to hang out in different places. So you can avoid these people."

"Whatever. Did your mom okay me sleeping over?"

"Yeah. And it's only going to be me and you; she doesn't want a lot of people dancing through the house, getting in the way of her and the maid service."

Andrea didn't have time respond to that last comment, because the DJ boomed for everyone to gather around the cake. The cake was massive; easily 7 feet across and 5 wide. It had a giant picture of me plastered in the middle, along with the words "Haley's Sweet Sixteen" in 2 arches around it.

And then when I got to see it, I was so excited because I knew that hundreds of people were going to be singing happy birthday to me. And then they did, led by the disc jockey. It sounded amazing; all the houses in Suburbia made it perfect for such mass chanting. The sound filled the air, and I'm sure it filled half the town, too. But when they were done, my parents had surprise for me.

"And before we cut the cake, we would like Haley to go out to the front yard with this blind fold. There's one more surprise for her." My parents said. And I put on the blindfold and was led to the front of the house, with everyone trailing me. The scene reminded me of Salem, when they would drown women because they thought they were witches.

I couldn't see anything except for whatever was directly in front of my feet, and that was only when I looked down. I thought it might be a car, but this might also be a giant set up for a $50 necklace. That was something that my dad and brother might think of. But I trudged on silently like the crowd behind me, excited to see if it was a car.

"Alright....stop. Okay, on the count of 3, take off the blindfold. 1. 2. 3!"

I took it off just in time to see a moped come to a halt in front of me. I yelled and let off a scream that caused bat's echolocation to go awry. I began jumping up and down, hugging anyone I felt might have been responsible for this. I hopped over to the moped and sat down, feeling the soft leather under me.

"OH MY GOD!!! I LOVE IT!!!" That's all I could say at the time. I started it up and did a couple circles in the street, testing it out. Everyone cheered at me and the moped, but I knew that they really just envied me; first the party, and now a new moped. But I didn't care, because I just got a new toy for me to go around town in.

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"Oh my god. That party was amazing!" I said, as I pulled my too-big tee shirt over my breasts and panties as I got ready to sleep.

"I know. Especially when you got that moped. I so fucking jealous of you right now." Andrea said, doing the same. I took a side glance at her just before she put her shirt on. I'm sure she did the same with me, although I couldn't be certain.

I began to poke at her muscles. It was an odd habit I have. It always makes Andrea mad; I'm not sure how it feels, since I'm not strong and she only says "Stop fucking poking me!", which was what she was saying right now.

"Why the fuck do you always have to touching my God damn muscles?"

"I dunno. I just wanted to see if they were tense or not."

"Aww yeah," she said, beginning to feel her own abdominal muscles and biceps, "they're real tense. I mean, I just picked up a fucking shirt and PUT IT ON." There wasn't any real loudness to her sentence; she just emphasized the 3 last words.

"Whatever." I said. After a moment, I had an idea "Hey, I'll race you to the bathroom!

We both raced each other to the sink in the bathroom. I won, even with Andrea's strength. Maybe she let me get ahead because it was birthday, or maybe I just had the better angle. Either way, I was able to start my nightly routine first.

I got my toothbrush out and put some toothpaste on it. Andrea continued the conversation while I scrubbed at the plaque.

"So, I saw you were talking'n'dancing with some cute boys. Did the birthday girl get any presents from them? Or are they saving them for another night?" She must have said with a smirk. I couldn't see anything below her eyes in the mirror. Even though she was only 5'4", she still stood 5 inches taller than me.

I spit out a little so I could talk better. "Meh, I gave my phone number to a couple people. I'll be able to get a couple dates." I continued to brush my teeth.

"Oh. Going to get a little uh uh, huh?" and she had moved closer to me, and punctuated the "uh"s with pelvic thrusts against my butt, which was sticking out a little more because I was hunched over.

"Hey! Stop that, you perv!" I waved my hand around, as if to brush her away. But after my feeble attempt to ward her off, we both began giggling.

"I know, I know, I need a boyfriend. You've had so many. What's your secret?" I bent over to rid the used toothpaste from my mouth once and for all.

"This."

And as I straightened up, I was able to just catch a glimpse of Andrea's hand headed for my shoulder before I was knocked unconscious.

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PART 2

I woke up groggily; feeling as if my head were bloated up like a ballon, I realized I was upside down. I heard nothing but my own heavy breathing. The one question in my mind was why was I there and what was going to happen to me. As I pondered that, a light flickered on over the center of the floor, both burning my eyes, and revealing a figure dressed in black, sitting in a chair.

The figure tapped it's foot impatiently, evidently waiting for me to make a move. Finally, after realizing that I wasn't about to respond any time soon, the figure spoke.

"Well, aren't you going to ask why the fuck you're here? Or am I simply wasting my time?"

The voice was so familiar, but it's identity still somehow illuded my grasp. A few seconds passed as I stared at the person. Between the bright light and whatever sort of substance was in my system, I could barely make out an estimate of how high I was off the ground, much less who was in front of me.

The person spoke again, dimming the light, "Do you even know who I am?"

Then I was able to recognise that it was Andrea, which suprised me.

"What the hell is going on?! Why am I here?!" I yelled, struggling against my bonds.

She grinned, "Well" she cracked her neck and slowly began walking toward me, "It's because I LOVE you" Andrea said, with heavy emphasis on the "love" Andrea laughed and leaned in for a kiss.

I wasn't just mad, I was pissed and slightly degraded. I bit down on her lip. Hard. She jumped back and wiped her lip with her finger, pulling it back and looking at the blood. Her expression changed dramatically, and she looked like she was holding something back. Suddenly she punched the nearby wall and I heard something crack. It wasn't her fist evidently because when I looked back at the wall, there was a crater about the size of a melon in it's rocky exterior. (suprising eh?) It was then that I realised how stupid that was. Anyone else would have just said 'to hell with it' and put a crater in my face.

She twitched and wiped her lip again. I never knew that she was such a damn neat freak... atleast when it came to lips and such.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

I didn't answer and looked away.

"What, you expect me to not be pissed when you try to amputate my lip?" she cursed under her breath, "I mean I went through all this fucking trouble to rig all these ropes up and all for what? To have you use my lip as an appetizer? I think not." she said, half joking, half mad-as-hell. She tossed her head and blew hair out of her face.

"I never knew that you were such a selfish little brat, you know that? And I'd rather die than let you lay a finger on me." I said, pretending to be disgusted, despite how much I just loved her. She was too damn lovable and generous (if you got to know her) to hate.

She pulled a large chain, which caused me to be flipped around into a typical bondage position (eg: the 'X')

She laughed, "Well, get used to it then... And before you go doing the 'my body may betray <insert name here>, but my heart never will so just kill me' thing, think about this. If you died, do you have any idea how much I would suffer? Hell, if it turned out to be my fault, I'd have killed myself before 30 minutes passed. Not just me, a lot of other people too, but... I can arrange that." She looked up, "I guess you can tell why I've been branded as a psycho now, eh, if you don't then you're just plain stupid. And, by the way, I wouldn't pull to much on those binds unless you intend on being in a lot of pain."

"So the fuck what? What're you gonna do about it?!" I screamed at her. She was standing directly in front of me, deciding what to do. I continued, not really thinking about what I was barking out, "I don't give a shit if I die, go to hell, bitch!" I spat in her face, which reminded me of Drew.

She looked up at me and wiped my saliva from her face. She said, "What's with all the bitchyness here? If I wanted to, I could shove a pipe wrench up your ass and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, infact, I could take anything, and do as I pleased to you with it. I'm being nice compared to what someone else would do to you. Get it?"

I got the message. Again she leaned into me for a kiss; this time I didn't bite the hell out of her though. I still wasn't much on this idea, however. She inched her tongue into my mouth, evidently second guessing since I bit her lip earlier. I was tempted to bite down on it, but decided against it, besides, she wasn't ramming me in the ass with a pipe wrench, so I had no real reason to.

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If you have any BDSM hentai movies/previews/anything themed like this (even guro might help. DON'T SEARCH FOR IT IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS) give me a link or something. It'll help me wrap the story up. Btw, music helps too