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It's a normal school day for Alisa. She walks to class, her long black hair bouncing with every step. Her small frame is adorable, and it seems like all the guys can't help but stare at her as she passes by. Today, though, something feels different. A group of boys from her class surround her on all sides as she approaches them.

"Hey there, Alisa," one of them says with a sly grin, "we were just talking about you..."

Alisa blushes, unable to hide her excitement at being the center of attention. She knows that these boys aren't always nice, but their attention feels good regardless. "What were you talking about?" she asks innocently, not realizing the trap they've set for her.

The leader of the group steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he looks at her. He leans in close, so that only Alisa can hear him whisper. "We need someone to help us out with a little... project."

Alisa tilts her head, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What kind of project?" she asks, her voice soft and trusting.

The boy pulls back slightly, smirking. "It's nothing too serious. We just need someone to… do something for us. Just for a few minutes. It won’t hurt. You’ll just need to go into the supply closet and let us see you do it. It’s just a little game—nothing too big. You’ll be safe, we promise."

Alisa’s heart races.

The leader of the group takes another step closer, his tone becoming more insistent. "Come on, Alisa. Don't be shy. We know you want to make friends. This is how we do things around here." He gestures towards the supply closet door, which is slightly ajar. "Just go inside and do what we say. It'll be quick and easy."

Alisa hesitates, biting her lip nervously. She knows this isn't right, but the thought of making new friends is so tempting. And besides, the boys promised it wouldn't hurt...

"Okay," Alisa finally agrees, her voice trembling slightly. She turns and walks towards the supply closet, her heart pounding in her chest. As soon as she steps inside, the boys follow behind her, shutting the door firmly.

One of them locks the door, while another flips on the light switch, illuminating the cramped space filled with shelves of cleaning supplies and paper towels. The air grows thick with anticipation as the boys circle around Alisa, cornering her against a wall.

"We're going to show you some tricks,"

The boy who locked the door grins wickedly, reaching out to grab Alisa by her shoulders. "First, take off your shirt." Alisa gasps, her cheeks turning bright red. "But why? I don't want to..." "Shut up and just do it," he growls, not letting go of her. Reluctantly, Alisa reaches behind herself and pulls off her short-sleeved blouse. Her small, perky breasts bounce free from their confines, her dark nipples already stiffening under his hungry gaze. "That's better,"

The leader nods approvingly at Alisa's exposed body. "Now touch yourself." He gestures to her bare chest. "Play with your tits."

Blushing furiously, Alisa hesitates, then slowly brings her hands up to cup and squeeze her pert breasts. She pinches her own hard nipples between thumb and forefinger, gasping at the jolt of pleasure.

"Good girl," the boy praises. "Keep going. Make those tits dance for us."

Alisa continues to fondle herself, growing more comfortable with each passing moment despite feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Another boy steps forward, unzipping his pants and pulling out his already erect cock. "You're doing so well," he says mockingly as he strokes himself. "But we need you to do more than just play with yourself. Come over here and suck me off." Alisa looks at him in horror, shaking her head vigorously. "No...I can't..."

The boy behind her grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her head back painfully. "

"Open wide, bitch," another boy demands, shoving his rigid member towards her face. Alisa has no choice but to part her lips, allowing him to push inside. The taste is salty and musky, making her gag reflexively.

"Suck it like a good little slut," one of them jeers, groping her small breast roughly. Alisa tries her best, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head up and down on the thick shaft filling her mouth.