"Your turn then, Mark" she said cheerfully "Are you ready?"
Mark remained immobile; paralysed by fear, and convinced if he tried to move, his legs would collapse. His hands tightened their grip on the front of his white y-fronts, and his eyes renewed their desolate desperate darting.
"Come on then" said Emily, beckoning with a finger.
Mark burst into sudden motion; his body lowered, twisted; his feet drove into the ground propelling him at ever increasing speed towards the door. Paul took a step sideways to meet him, but Mark dropped his shoulder and rammed Paul right in the chest.
Winded, Paul fell to the floor like a wingless condor, and Mark stumbled over him, a foot pressing into Paul's stomach. Paul doubled over, straightened up again; unable to breathe; stunned.
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Super-charged with adrenalin, Mark nearly made it to the door, but he was brought down from behind. Two arms wrapped themselves around his legs; a shoulder impacted his thighs. He didn't stumble; he went straight down like a mighty larch felled by a champion lumberjack. Once he was down, Alison and Amy swarmed over him; punching him, pinching him, extracting vicious retribution for him hurting their beloved Paul. Victoria watched as Ben unwrapped his arms from Mark's legs and with a face full of surprise and pride she smiled at him.
"That's my tiger!" said Victoria in jubilation.
"Go Ben!" shouted Emily.
Ben was fit to burst, and unable to think of anything better to do he sat on Mark's back and smacked his cotton clad bottom like he was riding a reluctant horse.
Paul managed to get his wind back and slowly crawled onto all fours before rising to his feet. He gave Victoria an apologetic look, and she smiled sympathetically back at him. Paul, his head hung slightly in embarrassment, marched purposefully towards Mark.
Mark was yelping and struggling under the girls' assault and they had taken to snatching at the waistband of his pants, pulling it up or back to expose part of his bum, then letting it snap back to bite him. There was no pause in their pinching and punching while they tormented him like this. Ben kept his weight bearing down on Mark, and synchronised his bum smacks with the girls' savage assaults.
A distance away, too afraid to disobey, Oliver lay on his back as the girls had left him, his rigid penis sticking up unfittingly to the ceiling.
Paul grabbed the arms that Mark was trying to use to fend the girls off, and hauled them painfully backwards. Mark yelped.
"You can get off him now Ben" said Paul "He's mine."
"Just bring him over here, Paul" said Victoria "You can have your revenge later"
Ben climbed off Mark's back and the girls retreated a short distance, but alert, ready to pounce at the first excuse. Paul dragged Mark to his feet. "You have no idea how much that is going to cost you" said Paul.
Mark, subdued for the moment, allowed Paul to shove him back towards Emily. The girls circled him giving an occasional growl and feinting towards him as if to renew their attacks. Mark cowered from these two amazons, more afraid of them even than Paul or Ben.
"Come here my brave tiger!" said Victoria, holding her arms out to Ben, and he strode over to her; a conquering hero, like a Roman general at a triumph. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. She kissed him affectionately.
"You are so brave" she said "How did you learn to do that?"
"Rugby" said Ben "Our school was pretty big on rugby"
"Well you're my hero, and you've saved the day" said Victoria giving him another kiss. And later on, if there's time, I'm going to show you how we girls love our heroes. "
Ben beamed and puffed his chest out.
"Now why don't you help Paul keep an eye on our feisty captive" she suggested.
Paul, his hands firmly on Mark's shoulders, held him in front of Emily, who shook her head and tutted.
"You shouldn't have done that Mark. You can't escape us, and now you're going to have to be punished even more than Oliver" said Emily.
"Girls" said Victoria "Why don't you go back and play with Oliver, the poor boy's beginning to droop"
The girls turned to look at Oliver whose mini tower of Pisa was beginning to bend in the middle and flop over. "Okay" they said in unison, and rushed to save this edifice from dereliction.
"See if you can make him come" challenged Victoria.
"Can I stick a finger up his bum?" asked Alison.
"Whatever you like, darling" said Victoria, returning her gaze to Mark.
Mark felt desolate; hopeless; his prospects were bleak. He doubted now that he could fight his way out, but at the same time he couldn't face what he was seeing the girls doing to Oliver. A finger up his bum!!!?
He always felt self-conscious being naked or even semi-naked in front of the other boys. It was almost impossible to keep entirely covered up at camp so there were always accidents, but they were brief. He always turned slightly when peeing out in the open, but that didn't stop him peering at the other boys' willies dangling from the fronts of their trousers. Last year at camp he had been stripped by the older boys. They said it was an initiation for first timers; they had threatened to bring the girls for a look. He hadn't been able to look anyone in the eye for the rest of the week. He was looking forward to this year's initiations though; this time he'd be helping doing the stripping. But none of this was preparation for what he feared was to come. That stripping had been brief; his genitals exposed for no more than a few seconds before his hands came to the rescue. They'd let him run around for a few minutes, giving him half-hearted whacks with sticks while his hands protected his modesty.
He was sure that here he would be stripped naked, and kept naked, his hands would be impotent; they would make sure of that. They would see everything, and he'd be helpless. He felt faint. Even in the company of boys this would be unbearable, but there were girls, four of them, and they'd see too. And worse, so much worse, it wouldn't just be nudity; it wouldn't just be his nakedness they'd feast their eyes on, they were going to make him erect, see his hard-on. No-one, not ever, had seen that. He didn't dare wonder what else they might do; his heart was already strained; thundering; pumping blood and adrenalin around his body at such high pressure that he thought something must burst.
Emily was smiling at him; the smile of the victor; the smile of the lioness about to tuck into a juicy half live gazelle. "Times up, Mark" she said with a glint in her eye "It's your turn now." The way she said it - he was sure, she didn't mean your Oliver's had his turn and now it's yours, she meant he'd had his turn with her at the tree, and now she was going to have her fun with him here and now. "You little scamp" she added.
Mark opened his mouth, tried to swallow "Um... I'm sorry..." he said "I'll not run away again... Can't we talk about it first. I've got some money... back at the camp, and a penknife - you could have that, it's a really good one, it's in my trousers... do you want to see it?" he ended weakly.
"There's only one thing you've got that we want to see" said Emily.
"Face it kid, you're out of options" said Paul "So just suffer with dignity"
"I've got a PS3 at home, I'll give you that" he said.
Emily shook her head and beckoned with a finger, Paul shoved him forwards to within Emily's reach.
"There's gonna be initiations tonight" he said desperately "I could tell you where and when. If you want to see boys, I mean... you know... in the nude, there'll be four of them, and they're all better looking than me. If you just hide nearby you'll see everything!" he stuttered growing hysterical "I'll tell you, if you let me go."
"There's only one boy in the whole wide world we want to see naked" said Emily "And that's you. As for the initiations, you're going to tell us about those anyway."
"I'm not" he said "Not if you don't let me go. I'll never tell."
Victoria and Emily smiled.
"Do you want us to get the information out of Oliver" asked Amy.
"No darling" said Victoria "We want to get it out of Mark."
Paul pushed him one doggedly resisted step closer, and Emily reached down to take hold of his pants. Mark, keeping one hand tightly clamped to the front of his groin, used his other to fend Emily's hands off.
"Mark, move your hands away, or your punishment's going to get even worse" said Emily.
Mark's panicked face flushed, but he didn't give up the fight. Paul grabbed his wrists, and pulled them behind Mark's back, forcing them up into an almost unbearably painful position.
"Noooo! Please... Wait..." he pleaded, but Emily pulled his pants down anyway.
Mark felt unbelievably vulnerable; his averagely sized penis hung down low over his averagely sized slightly hung balls. A light sprinkling of light brown hair decorated the crown. The whole delicious scene was painted against a startling white backdrop. It was obvious that this boy did not sunbathe in the nude. Mark bent double; tried to bring his knees up to obscure Emily's view.
"Don't know what he's so precious about" said Emily "Looks completely average to me"
Victoria shrugged "Nothing to write home about."
"Maybe when we get him hard" said Paul, emphasising the word hard.
"Maybe that's it" said Emily "Maybe there's something special about his willy when he gets a stiffy."
"You think it's his erection that's special" asked Victoria, despite the fact that if Mark blushed any more he'd be a fire engine; would need a fire engine.
"Well, we'll see" said Paul "We'll all see, when he gets a woody, or do you prefer the word boner Mark? Do you call it a boner? Or is it morning glory?"
Mark tried to cringe away from Paul, away from the girls, but the best he could do was obscure their view of his limp penis by lifting his knee and bending.
"I think morning glory's very appropriate, it is a glorious morning after all" said Emily "And Mark's going to be showing us his glory, in the morning."
"Ben sweety?" said Victoria suddenly.
"Yes, Victoria?" he said obediently, eager to please.
"I have a job, but it's only for a brave and intrepid explorer" she said.
"That's me!" said Ben, hoping to be picked for this obviously important mission.
"I want you to go out and see if you can find this scout camp" she said "Don't go too near it, and don't let anyone see you, just find out where it is."
"Okay" he said "Um, where is it?" he asked.
"That's why we need a brave and intrepid explorer, darling, we don't know" said Victoria.
"I'll find it" said Ben determinedly.
"Don't be more than two hours though. If you haven't found it by then come back, we'll need you" said Victoria.
Ben saluted smartly and ran off.
"Isn't he cute" said Emily.
"Ninja Ben, off on a suicide mission" said Amy.
"Amy! Stop it!" said Victoria.
"Well he's bound to get captured, probably by girls, and it's bound to involve his bottom somehow" she said in her own defence.
"I think I might need help holding him" said Emily, waggling a forefinger at Mark.
Between Paul and Emily they managed to drag his reluctant form over Emily's lap. Victoria grabbed his legs and held them down; Paul did the same on the other side with his arms. Emily wrapped her arm around his waist.
"I'm going to use the ruler on this little scamp" said Emily "He's so naughty he deserves it"
"Brought it on himself" said Victoria matter-of-factly.
"Practically begged for it" said Paul.
"Let me just explain something to you little boy" said Emily "If you struggle and squirm too much I'm going to have to take drastic measures to hold you down. Do you know what that means?"
Mark didn't answer; didn't nod or shake his head; he just tried to be as small and unnoticeable as possible.
"He doesn't' know" said Paul.
"You'll have to show him" said Victoria.
"Okay" said Emily with a sigh "I'm going to have to do this." Emily slid a hand underneath Mark's tummy and searched for his willy. When she found it she wrapped her hand round it and tugged it downwards.
"Aaaarggh, get off!" he screamed.
"Oh, is it not nice having people touch your private parts?" asked Emily sounding surprised "I thought, after last night, that you did, or you wouldn't have done it to me."
"No!" said Mark.
Emily could feel his willy begin to stiffen a little bit at her touch, but she let go and pulled her hand away, wrapping her arm back over his waist. "So just don't struggle too much, okay? Otherwise you know what to expect" she said.
Mortified by Emily's intimate contact, Mark hung his head as low as he could to hide his scarlet face, a tear began to form in one of his eyes "Just get on with it!" he yelled angrily.
Emily caressed his bottom for a little while "Nice, but not as nice as Ben's" she said, and then "Oh I wonder if he's clean. He'd better be clean."
Emily prised Mark's buttocks apart "I can see his bum-hole" said Victoria.
"Hmmm" said Emily "About as clean as you'd expect for a boy on a camping trip, i.e. not very"
Emily tickled his anus with a finger.
"Get off. Get the bloody fuck off" shouted Mark.
"He's getting feisty" said Victoria.
"Better quieten him down" said Paul.
Emily smacked him across the bottom with the ruler - hard.
Mark yelped and bucked, surprised at the intensity of the pain. After the initial shock there was a violent stinging stripe across his bottom that caused him to suck up air in little gasps. Emily hit him again, with a remarkably similar result.
"This is fun" said Emily "I could do this all day."
"We're not in any hurry darling, you take your time" said Victoria.
Emily took her time, bringing the ruler stingingly down on Mark's virgin bottom. His yelping turned to more solid cries of woe, until they all merged into one long sobbing wail; just like the pain across his bottom merged into one great stinging mass.
"I'm bored now" said Emily "Let's look at his willy again"
"Good idea darling" said Victoria "Let's roll him over"
It was a struggle. Mark did not want to be rolled over. His arms and legs held tight, his body stretched out, he knew that face up he would be completely exposed. He fought like a rabid dog. Paul and Victoria fought back, with Emily bringing up the rear with more stinging smacks with the ruler. It was a fight that Mark lost.
They held him that way, while he still struggled; waiting for him to tire himself out. As he bucked and tried to twist, his penis flopped from side to side, up and down, and Mark was frantic to protect it from their gaze. Exhausted, he gave up, and lay panting.
"That's better" said Emily.
"You've already earned an extra special punishment for trying to escape" said Victoria "Plus one for struggling while we tried to get you over Emily's lap, and another for struggling while we tried to turn you over. What's the matter with you?"
"If he doesn't like being all naked and exposed where we can see his willy, if that's bad enough, you wouldn't think he'd want any more" said Emily.
"So what's he going to get?" asked Paul.
"He hasn't finished his first punishment yet" said Emily "He gets the same as Oliver, and then we'll add more."
"Good idea, keep him waiting and wondering" said Paul.
"So, first up we need to measure him" said Emily cheerfully.
"Can't measure him if he hasn't got a hard-on" said Paul.
"Well he's a bit hard" said Emily. It was true, the struggle, the six hands on his body trying to keep him down, the flopping about of his penis had all conspired to firm up Mark's willy just a little, maybe twenty-percent. "But we need him properly hard for the measurement" said Emily.
"No... enough!" said Mark "You've humiliated me enough. You can see me naked already. I didn't do that much to you... please... please don't"
"I'd save your pleading for your other punishments" said Victoria "You'll need them much more then."
Emily stroked a finger across Mark's pubic hair, just where it grew in a little patch at the top "I love doing this" said Emily "It's so silky soft, and always embarrasses a boy."
"He's already rising a bit" said Victoria.
"Another good thing to do" said Emily stroking a finger down the inside of his groin, without touching his penis "Is to tickle this flesh just here, it's really sensitive, and if a boy isn't used to being touched there it really sends a shiver down the spine."
"He's halfway there already" said Victoria.
"Stop!" shouted Mark. His penis was already at half mast and he couldn't stand it any more. If they didn't stop he'd be fully erect, fully humiliated. He couldn't imagine what else they could do to him after that.
"And tickling the scrotum's always fun" said Emily. Emily let her fingers play lightly on Mark's scrotum, tickling all the way underneath to the perineum.
"I always like that when you do it to me" said Paul.
"Two thirds maybe" said Victoria.
"Oh it looks so delicious" said Emily "I'm going to have to touch it"
"Don't! Don't please..." begged Mark.
"What a funny boy" said Victoria "I would have thought he'd be begging to have such a beautiful girl as yourself stroke his nearly rigid little boy pump"
"Ooohhhh please" pleaded Mark.
"See, he's desperate really" said Emily, her hand growing closer centimetre by centimetre.
"No, I'm not... Wait... don't..." yelled Mark.
Emily wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and slowly closed them until she held it lightly.
"Oooh it goes up and down" said Emily "See how the foreskin stretches over the head, and pulls all the way back again leaving the head all naked and exposed."
Mark grunted and wailed, his cock as rigid as a Siberian winter.
"I think you've done it" said Victoria.
Emily let go and Mark's penis stood straight of its own accord. She employed the ruler quantitatively. "A disappointing three and a tiddly bit inches" said Emily.
"Aw, poor boy" said Victoria "How are you getting on with Oliver, girls?"
"I think he's come a couple of times, but there's nothing coming out" said Alison
"Well perhaps he's not developed enough for that yet" said Victoria "Did you stick a finger up his bum?"
"We both did" said Amy.
"At the same time?" asked Victoria.
"No, silly, separately" said Alison.
"Make sure he licks them clean for you" said Victoria.
"We have done" the girls said in unison.
"Have you started masturbating yet?" asked Victoria turning back to Mark.
Mark remained silent, just wishing this nightmare gone.
"Do you squirt boy juice?" asked Emily.
"Leave me alone" he managed.
"Well since we are scientifically minded people" said Victoria "We must investigate empirically"
Emily gave Victoria a puzzled expression
"Wank him off, darling" Victoria translated.
"Oh, okay" said Emily and she started stroking him up and down, while tickling his balls.
Mark started squirming a little, then moaning, and his breathing became heavier and more rapid. Emily stopped the tickling and pushed her hand between his legs, and searched for his anus. Carefully she pushed her finger inside him and twisted it up and around.
Mark squawked like a parrot and bucked "Get off, stop it, you homo!" he shouted ridiculously.
"Em" said Victoria "Don't point that thing at me, dear, it won't be funny"
"Oh sorry" said Emily and she re-orientated Marks penis up his body.
"Or me" said Paul.
Emily lowered its trajectory, and Victoria, still holding Mark's legs, sighted down his shaft "That's it" she said. Emily tried to keep it true as she worked, and speeded up her stroking.
Mark felt something like a freight train about to hit him and he tried to duck, spiritually. The eruption shook him violently as his entire childhood was squeezed out of his penis in pulsing palpitations of pleasure. His first burst hit him under the chin.
"Bullseye!" shouted Victoria.
The second hit his neck, as he pulled his head back from the first. The third arched over his neck and landed on his face, the rest carpet bombed his chest.
"Well that looked like a needy boy" said Emily.
"He doesn't wank" said Paul.
"I think you must be right" said Victoria "Although I suspect that this morning might be a turning point."
"Or watershed" said Paul.
"Or..." said Emily "Bugger, can't think of anything"
"Never mind darling you must be tired from all that work" said Victoria.
"He's a bit of a mess" said Emily.
"Amy darling?" said Victoria "Can you get Mark's shirt for me?"
"Do you want me to get Oliver to lick my finger clean again first" asked Amy.
"No, I'm sure Mark won't mind, his shirt's not going to be very clean anyway" said Victoria "Oh, and when you've done that can you bring me my bag?"
"Okay" said Amy.
"Alright there, sweety?" Victoria said to Mark "We'll get you all cleaned up."
Alison brought the shirt, but Victoria just held it until Amy brought her the bag. Carefully, Victoria opened it
"What have you got in there?" asked Emily trying to peek.
"Surprises. They're for Gillian actually, but I thought we could have a dry run with Mark here, since he's such a naughty boy" said Victoria, pulling a digital camera out of the bag.
"And since we don't have our normal setup in here, I thought we might want some souvenirs" said Victoria.
Mark suddenly bucked again when he saw the flash. "What are you doing?" he yelled.
"Just getting some pictures, sweety" said Victoria.
"Nooo..." yelled Mark, struggling again.
Victoria took another picture and then put the camera down; she started to wipe the come off him with his shirt. Victoria then went back to the bag and pulled out a razor.
"Let's make him a bit more like Oliver" said Victoria.
"No cutthroat then?" asked Emily.
"Couldn't find one" said Victoria.
"Is it sharp?" asked Paul.
"One of my dad's old ones, but I shaved a breeze block with it, so... probably not" said Victoria.
"Ouch!" said Emily.
"Hold still sweety, or this is going to hurt" said Victoria.
"What? What's going to hurt? What are you going to do?" Mark shouted.
Victoria drew the razor carefully over Mark's tender flesh. It wasn't a big job, and soon the sparse growth above his penis had vanished and Mark was as bald as Oliver.
"There we go" said Victoria.
"What have you done?" asked Mark.
"Never mind about that for now" said Victoria, taking another picture.
"Stop taking pictures!" yelled Mark.
"It's for our collection, sweety, we need pictures" said Victoria.
"We should get at least one with him hard" said Emily.
"No! Please stop...." sobbed Mark.
"Good idea" said Victoria.
"Emily, if you'll do the honours" said Victoria.
"Pleasure" said Emily, and she stroked Mark again.
"Do you remember tying me to a tree?" she said "Stripping off my underwear? Groping my beautiful naked body?"
Her reminder brought that image back to Mark. He remembered all right. That first sight of naked female flesh was not one he was likely to forget. With that, and Emily's stroking, he was hard very quickly. The camera flashed.
"Oh noooooo!" he screamed. Victoria took more, from different angles.
"Now listen, sweety, this is very important" said Victoria "Are you listening?"
"Noooo!" yelled Mark.
"Alison? Pacification needed please" said Victoria.
"Okay" said Alison bounding over. She grabbed Mark's nuts and squeezed "Ooooooowwwww!" he shrieked.
"Are you listening now, Mark?" asked Victoria.
"Yes I'm listening, I'm listening, let go..."
"Alison will let go when I tell her to, and that's not going to happen until I'm satisfied you've heard what I've got to say, and you've given it due consideration. Let him up a bit Paul so he can see me."
Paul kept hold of Mark's arms, but let him sit up a bit. Mark's face was ruby and tear stained. When he saw his own penis, erect and bobbing, he closed his eyes and sobbed at the shame.
"Your next punishment is going to be difficult for us to administer if you're going to fight us" said Victoria. If you cooperate I am prepared to waive your final punishment."
"What are they?" he sobbed.
"I'm not going to tell you, but I promise that the last punishment will be the worst of all, and if you have to endure it you will be very sorry you didn't agree to cooperate."
Mark was scared, but he just couldn't see what more they could do to him. How could it get any worse? "Bog off!" he said.
Alison squeezed and Mark screamed. "No darling, it's alright" said Victoria "He's allowed to turn the deal down"
"Oh, sorry" said Alison, "Just got a bit over enthusiastic."
"That's okay darling" said Victoria "I like to see a girl who enjoys her work" Victoria gave Alison a kiss.
"Are you a lesbo?" asked Mark.
"What's one of those" asked Victoria.
Mark blushed.
Victoria reached into her bag and pulled out a pink ribbon.
Continued in Chapter Thirty Eight