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.
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
"What's that for?" asked Mark, sounding worried.
"Decoration" said Victoria "If he moves, Alison - pacify him!"
"Will do" said Alison grinning at Mark, who stayed absolutely still.
With great patience and skill, Victoria tied a beautiful bow in the ribbon, around Mark's willy.
"That is so cute" said Emily.
"Isn't it adorable?" agreed Victoria.
"I'm jealous" said Paul.
Mark just stared, open mouthed, horrified.
"Get him up on his feet" said Victoria, and they dragged him from Emily's lap and made him stand up. Victoria's careful wrapping skills had ensured that Mark stood to attention, and the strange constriction caused by the soft silk were likely to keep him that way.
"Okay, you ready to get dressed Mark?" asked Victoria.
"Oh... yes... please... Thank You!" he blubbered.
That wasn't so bad. He started to worry about what his last punishment was, perhaps it was over now. The ribbon was embarrassing but he had cooperated in the end. Maybe he could go now, run and hide in shame for a while.
Victoria pulled a pair of pink frilly knickers out of her bag and presented them to Mark.
"What... what... are those?" he asked.
"Your knickers" said Victoria.
"What!?" he exclaimed.
"These are your knickers, so be a good little girl and put them on" said Victoria.
"I'm not a girl, I'm a boy" said Mark, thinking that his bloody great stiffy made that patently obvious.
"No Marcia, you were a boy, but now you're a girl, so be a good girl and put your knickers on!" said Victoria.
"I'm not wearing those" he said, without a great deal of confidence.
"Okay gang, lets take this boy out to the forest and tie him to a tree until his friends find him" said Victoria.
Paul started to move Mark towards the door, but without too much haste.
"But, he'll be naked won't he?" said Emily.
"That's right, Emily, boys don't deserve clothes, and besides they shouldn't be so modest. Only girls deserve clothes or any kind of modesty" said Victoria.
"But, what if his friends don't let him go when they find him?" asked Paul "What if they torment him for a while first?"
"Nothing much we can do about that, I'm afraid" said Victoria "They're his friends, if they're that cruel... What do you think they'll do to you Mark? Do you think they'll let you go?"
"Let me go!" he said.
"What if it's not his friends?" asked Alison "What if the girl scouts find him? What do you think they'll do?"
"I don't know darling, you'd have to ask Mark" said Victoria.
"If any of the boys or girls from the council estate find him first, they'll give him hell" said Paul, shaking his head in mock sympathy.
They weren't even halfway across the room yet.
"Alright, I'll put them on!" said Mark, with a sob, dropping his head in shame.
"But you can't, Mark" said Victoria "You're a boy"
Mark lifted his head to stare at her, his face blazed but he looked in her eyes and saw no mercy. He could not bring himself to say it. He wouldn't.
"Come on" said Victoria, and they moved again, slowly, towards the door.
'Oh God!' thought Mark. If the girls found him they'd make him suffer. They'd all laugh at his willy, and they might make him hard again, if he ever lost the stiffy he already had. And he'd have to face them and their jokes and comments all bloody week. If the boys found him they'd probably just do the same and then fetch the girls as well. And what about these other kids they were talking about? He wrestled internally with the competing shames, and decided that he had no choice in the end.
"Alright" said Mark "I'm not a boy, I'm a girl"
"A girl?" said Victoria "What's your name?"
"It's Mar...c..ee....a" he said.
"Have you any... proof that you're a girl Marcia?" said Victoria as she reached a hand down to him and idly stroked his erection.
"No...what proof? What proof would I.... oh, yes, I'm wearing a ribbon"
"What sort of ribbon?" asked Victoria.
"I don't know... it's just a bloody ribbon" he said.
Victoria nodded to Paul and they headed to the door again. "A girl would know exactly what sort of ribbon she was wearing" said Victoria.
"I do know!" said Mark "It's a pink ribbon"
"What sort of pink ribbon?" asked Victoria.
"The pink sort?" he said desperately.
"Alison will you take a look at the ribbon for me" said Victoria.
"Urrrmm" said Alison, making a great play of having to wobble Mark's hard-on around in order to examine the ribbon properly.
"It's a pretty pink silk ribbon" said Alison.
"See? I thought so" said Victoria.
"It's a pretty pink silk ribbon" said Mark.
"Where are you wearing it, Marcia?" asked Victoria spinning around and looking him straight in the eye.
"Uhh.." he said in a panic "On my... my..." He didn't know what to say; he couldn't say where it was; quite apart from the embarrassment, girls didn't have one of those.
"It's urrrr. Oh God! I don't know where it is... I don't know, I'm just wearing it" he blubbered.
"Alison?" asked Victoria. Alison made a great play of examining the enlarged member again to which his ribbon was attached.
"It's tied around her stiffy Victoria" said Alison.
"So where is it Marcia?" asked Victoria.
'It's a trap' he thought. "But it can't be..." he stuttered "Girls don't have stiffies and I'm a girl."
"Don't be silly Marcia. There are two types of girls, the superior kind - without the nasty willy, and the inferior kind - who have the nasty willy. The inferior kind very often has a stiffy, and it's traditional to alert everyone to the fact by tying a pretty pink silk bow around it. Like they used to have people walk in front of cars with red flags in the olden days" said Victoria "So where is it being worn?"
"On my... stiffy" said Mark quietly, his head hung and tears rolling down his cheeks.
"On my stiffy - Mistress" said Victoria "Inferior girls always address Superior girls as Mistress"
"What does that make me?" asked Paul.
"You my darling are... the stud Master, and will be addressed as such" said Victoria "I'm waiting Marcia"
"On my stiffy, Mistress" he replied utterly humiliated now.
"Ask Mistress Alison if she will be kind enough to dress you in your lovely frilly pink knickers" said Victoria.
"Would you dress me in my lovely frilly pink knickers please, Mistress Alison" Mark said quietly.
"I'd be happy to Marcia" said Alison. Victoria handed the knickers to Alison, and she bent to her task; getting Marcia to lift her feet, she drew them up her rather boyish legs, until she could pull them snugly over Marcia's rather large boyish bottom. She left the front until last, making sure she tucked his inferior girl willy inside, carefully, without disturbing the pretty pink silk ribbon too much.
"Aren't we adorable?" said Victoria.
"She's lovely isn't she?" said Emily.
Paul couldn't resist stroking Mark's bottom.
"Oy!" shouted Mark.
"Marcia!" shouted Victoria "It's entirely proper for the stud Master, or any of the Mistresses to touch any part of your body that pleases them, and as an inferior girl, I should have thought you would have appreciated that. Are you sure you are an inferior girl, and not just a boy?"
"No, Mistress, I'm an inferior girl" said Marcia.
"Then ask the stud Master for a nice kiss. An inferior girl would like that" said Victoria.
Mark struggled with himself, he couldn't ask a boy to kiss him. What else could he do though? Be left naked at the mercy of the entire scout troop?
"Please may I have a kiss?" said Marcia to no-one in particular.
"Please may I have a kiss, stud Master, and stand in front of him when you say it, curtsey first, and look him in the eye. You should always look people in the eye, it's a sign of respect" said Victoria.
Mark gulped, sighed, and took a deep breath. He bent his knee slightly in an awkward, ungainly attempt at a curtsey "Please may I have a kiss, stud Master" said Marcia not quite looking Paul in the eye.
"Why I'd be delighted, Marcia" said Paul and he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big kiss. One of his hands slid down inside Marcia's tight knickers onto her bottom, and the other stroked her stiff willy through the material at the front. His lips caressed Marcia's and his tongue slid inside her mouth when she opened it in surprise at the lewd and unexpected contacts in his knicker region.
Marcia staggered backwards when Paul had finished, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Let's see if we can find Marcia a nice dress" said Victoria heading back to her bag.
Alison looked Marcia up and down with a big grin; she occasionally reached out to stroke Marcia's firm willy though her knickers, while Victoria rummaged in her bag. Paul remained alert for any sign of rebellion, and Emily kept giggling into her hands. Amy kept an eye on things from a distance, but she was more interested in playing with Oliver, keeping him hard and studying his responses to a wide range of different stimuli.
"Oh, this'll be lovely" said Victoria holding up a frilly pink dress. Emily fell to a burst of giggling, but Alison kept up her idle stroking. Victoria returned and held the dress up for Marcia to see.
"What do you think Marcia? Isn't it lovely?" she said.
Marcia just stared at the dress in disbelief.
"I should have thought an inferior girl would love to wear a pretty pink dress like this" said Victoria.
"Perhaps it clashes too much with the lovely pink frilly knickers" said Emily, between fits of giggles.
"Oh!" said Victoria "You might be right. Do you think we should take her knickers off, let her wear the dress without underwear?"
"Wouldn't be very ladylike" said Paul "That dress doesn't look very long"
"We'll be able to see her pretty pink silk bow, though" said Alison "Which would be nice"
"It's lovely" said Marcia "The dress I mean, it'll go fine with the knickers"
"You must learn to address me properly, Marcia" said Victoria "And speak about your clothes correctly. We're being very patient with you because you're new to this, but there is a limit, and if you keep testing it, you'll have no clothes at all"
"I'm sorry, Mistress" said Marcia "What I meant was the lovely pink dress will go very nicely with my lovely pink frilly knickers - Mistress"
"Good girl" said Victoria "Alison?"
Alison took the dress and dropped it onto Marcia's head. She pulled it down into place, and the hem fell to mid thigh.
"Oh isn't that lovely! You're such a pretty girl" said Victoria "Wait! We need more ribbons."
Victoria returned to her bag and produced two red ribbons, which she proceeded to tie, with some difficulty, into Marcia's short hair. Marcia stood mortified; wondering what new humiliations they might invent; what more suffering could be inflicted; how it could possibly get any worse.
"Pity she doesn't have a nice hat" said Emily.
"Oh, hat! I nearly forgot!" and as if by magic, Victoria pulled not a rabbit from a hat, but a hat from a bag. It was a straw boater, with a pink ribbon tied around it. Victoria settled this on Marcia's head.
Victoria took a picture, then another, and then another. The competition between Marcia's face and her red ribbons, over which was redder, was still undecided.
"Sadly, I don't have any shoes that will fit" said Victoria "So she'll have to make do without."
"Did you have all this planned for Gillian, then?" asked Emily.
"And much more" said Victoria.
"I can't wait!" said Alison.
"Well we're going to have to wait I'm afraid. What shall we do until Ben returns?" said Victoria.
"If he returns" said Amy.
"Amy, why are you so hard on Ben? He's adorable" said Victoria.
"You haven't had to live with him for the past ten years" said Amy "If you did you wouldn't think he was so adorable."
"Well stop making negative comments about him. I have warned you, and you don't want a spanking in front of Oliver and Marcia do you?" asked Victoria.
"No, sorry" said Amy.
"What would you like to do Marcia?" asked Victoria.
"Urm, nothing" said Marcia.
"Oh don't be so shy" said Victoria "We know what inferior girls like to do"
Marcia didn't dare ask.
"What were you thinking of Victoria? Inferior girls like to do so many things?" asked Emily.
"I was thinking about inferior girls' love of sucking willies" said Victoria.
"Oh, that is such a favourite" said Emily.
"No, I don't do that. I'm not doing that!" said Mark.
"But inferior girls love licking other boys' love pumps" said Victoria.
"Maybe he isn't an inferior girl, maybe he's been lying to us all along and he really is just a boy" said Emily.
"No.... I...." began Marcia.
"No, of course he's an inferior girl" said Victoria "I know what the problem is." Victoria smiled at Marcia, and pinched her cheek gently. "She's disappointed."
"What about?" asked Alison.
"She does love sucking long hard penises, but she was hoping that the stud Master would bend her over, pull her lovely pink frilly knickers down, and ram his masterful cock up her arse for a real inferior girl workout" said Victoria "Stud Master, if you would?"
Paul put his hands up Marcia's dress and took hold of her pink knickers.
"No, please... I don't... you can't...." shrieked Mark. Paul stopped and looked at Victoria.
"Well..." said Victoria "If you'd rather suck a stiffy... I suppose we could..."
"Yes, Mistress, please..." said Marcia, her face a picnic of reluctant eagerness.
"Well, we do have to make a decision" said Victoria "What is it you'd like to do?"
"I'd like... to... suck a... stiffy... please, Mistress" said Marcia, her head down, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her face was finally declared champion over the red ribbons.
"Come on then" said Victoria taking Marcia's hand and leading her over to Oliver.
"Here's a nice stiffy for you to suck on" she said "You be a good little inferior girl and get to sucking, and if you do a good job the stud Master might get all excited and turn his masterful attentions on me instead of you"
Victoria reached hand behind her and stroked the front of Paul's trousers. She found a tree there, which right now, she'd love to be tied to naked.
Oliver looked up at Marcia, and laughed uncontrollably.
"Get to it!" said Victoria harshly.
Marcia dropped onto her knees and with tears flowing freely, she bent her head over Oliver's crotch. She took the oversized member in her hand, and inch by inch brought her sweet cherry lips to the head.
"I think she doesn't really want to" said Victoria "I think she really wants the stud Master, and is just too shy to say"
Marcia plunged the prepubescent organ into her mouth and sucked.
"Keep it up until we say you can stop" said Victoria "Amy, keep an eye on her - give her some instruction. If he's uncooperative, let me know, and I'll send the stud Master over to deal with her. That bum-hole of hers is just begging for him, I know it."
"Okay" said Amy.
"You come with me" said Victoria to Paul, pulling him with her into her chair. Emily sat next to them, watching Marcia.
The three girl scouts circled Ben like hyenas. One was fat and ugly; she looked moody and mean, wearing her twelve years like mourning dress. One was thin and plain; too tall for her thirteen years, sour and gangly. The third was pretty; thirteen years of nubile over development wrought lustful curiosity on her face.
"What's this?"
"It's a boy!"
"What's he doing here?"
"Spying!"
"On us?"
"Are you spying?"
"No" said Ben, his head beginning to spin as the girls circled him. The comments always came from behind; he had to keep turning; he was getting dizzy.
"Trying to see us naked!"
"We're you trying to see us naked?"
"No... I was just walking" he stammered.
"Hiding behind a bush?"
"Watching us!"
"That isn't walking!"
"He's lying!"
"He's spying and lying!"
"Trying to see us naked!"
"I'm sorry... I wasn't... I'll go home I promise" said Ben.
"We should get the boys!"
"They be really mad!"
"Beat him up!"
"Maybe worse!"
"Worse?"
"You know what the boys are like"
"Yeh, they're mean!"
"Could do anything!"
"Strip him maybe!"
"That'd be good!"
"Serves him right!"
"For spying!
"And lying!"
"And trying to see us naked!"
"No... really... I wasn't" said Ben.
"We don't need boys!"
"We're as good as them!"
"Better!"
"We could strip him!"
"Oh... now, come on..." said Ben "I'm just walking, I live near here. I always play in the forest. I didn't know you were here."
They stopped circling him. They had just intended to torment him. They hadn't meant to do anything more. But, once the idea had been presented; thrown into the open, they could none of them ignore it. A naked boy! What would that be like? They'd tried to spy on the other boys at camp, but the boys were too careful. They exchanged glances.
Ben stood like a startled hare, not knowing which way to run. He could sense the change in mood; he knew this was a powder keg waiting to explode. It just needed a spark.
Mean and moody provided the spark "Get him!" she said as her considerable bulk bull rushed Ben. He tried to run, but was too slow. She slammed him to the floor and sat on his chest, kneeling painfully on his arms. Ben struggled but she was just too heavy for him. She leaned her face close to his and gave him an ugly, pudgy grin.
The other two girls pounced on Ben's leg.
"Get his trousers off!" said sour and gangly, and pretty nubile went eagerly to work.
"No!" shouted Ben "Please!"
Mean and moody shifted forward a little, further up Ben's chest and leaned over him again. She summoned a large gob of saliva and let it drool from her lips. It hung precariously over Ben's mouth and he thrashed his head from side to side trying to avoid it.
Pretty nubile had Ben's trousers undone, and sour and gangly pulled them from his ankles; running backwards. She stumbled and fell on her skinny bottom as they flew from Ben's feet.
The gob of spit finally dropped onto Ben's left cheek. Mean and moody summoned another.
Sour and gangly scrambled quickly to her feet and rushed to rejoin pretty nubile, not wanting to miss any of the action. Pretty nubile pushed Ben's shirt up toward mean and moody's prodigious posterior; exposing his belly, then she pulled his pants down. No ceremony or teasing, just straight down to his knees, and she and gangly stared at the mystery beneath.
"Oh my God!" screamed pretty nubile, before erupting into laughter.
Gangly just shrieked incomprehensibly and fell to giggling.
"No!" yelled Ben "Get off, please don't..."
Mean and moody released her second gob, and nearly caught Ben in the mouth as he shouted, but a last second twist of the head caused it to fall just in the corner where his upper and lower lips met. She cheered "Yes!" when it slid inside. Ben choked, trying to spit it out again.
Hearing the shrieks behind her, Mean and moody turned round and looked at Ben's limp boyhood. She grinned fatly, and grabbed it in her hand; squeezing and pulling.
In the distance they heard a whistle blowing, and they all froze momentarily; exchanged quick glances. Mean and moody shuffled quickly up Ben until she was sat on his face. She farted wetly, and then ran off.
The other girls ran too, laughing all the way.
Ben rolled onto his side, spitting and screwing his face up in disgust. His hands reached for his pants and he pulled them up.
Victoria sat with Paul beside her, her hand was inside the front of his undone trousers, and she was caressing his erect penis. "If only you knew how much I wanted this right now" she said. Paul kissed her tenderly "It's all yours, if you want it" he said.
Victoria sank for a moment in the quicksand of his eyes, and felt she was drowning. She snapped her head aside. "I can't, we don't have time" she said.
"Sure?" he asked, raising a hand to stroke one of her breasts.
"Why were you so glum this morning?" asked Victoria, trying to change the subject.
Paul blushed "You don't want to know" he said.
"Come on, you can tell me" she said giving him a kiss on the cheek, and stroking fingers lightly up and down his shaft.
"I had the weirdest talk with my mum last night" he said "She came to my room after I'd gone to bed and started... well, I thought she was going to start talking about the birds and the bees... you know... the dreaded 'talk'"
"Managed to avoid that, fortunately" said Victoria, with a sympathetic smile.
"Anyway, as bad as that would have been it just went weird. She started talking about erections and masturbation... not directly exactly, but in a round about way"
"Oh my God! What did you say?" asked Victoria.
"Not much, I just tried to stop her. Only she's been talking to Grace" he said.
"Grace?" grimaced Victoria.
"Yeh, so she was going on about how wanking's really bad for you and I mustn't do it, but then she said that... if I needed to, or if I got funny feelings... I think she was alluding to getting all excited and wanting to have a wank... then I should go and tell her... and she'd sort it out for me" said Paul.
"Meaning what?" asked Victoria.
"Well that's the bit I'm not sure about, she didn't say... but it sounded... and maybe I'm just being paranoid... but it sounded like she was intending to... you know" said Paul, blushing.
"No, I don't know, what?" said Victoria perplexed.
"Wank me off herself" said Paul.
"You have got to be joking!" said Victoria.
"Maybe I've completely misunderstood, but... that's what it felt like at the time" he said.
"No, you're just being paranoid, she wouldn't do that. God almighty! She probably meant give you a nice cup of tea, or a pep talk or something" said Victoria.
"She said that Grace had volunteered to help if there were any problems" he said, grimacing again.
"That doesn't sound very encouraging" said Victoria.
"No" said Paul.
"Look it's probably all a storm in a tea-cup" said Victoria, giving him another kiss.
"You're probably right" he said with a brave smile.
The laptop started beeping alarmingly, and Emily picked it up; scanned the screen.
"It's just Ben" she said "He's on his way back. Running pretty fast, though"
"Any pursuit?" asked Victoria.
"Doesn't look like it. It's probably just Ben being Ben" said Emily.
A short while later Ben burst in breathing heavily "Found it!" he said before dropping his hands to his knees bending forward and taking big gulps of air.
"Any trouble?" asked Victoria.
"Urrr, no?" he tried.
"Ben? What happened?" said Victoria recognising when a boy was prevaricating.
"It was the girl scouts. They caught me" he said.
"Told you" said Amy.
"Amy be quiet" said Victoria "And?"
Ben blushed "It's okay. I didn't tell them anything"
"What did they do?" asked Victoria.
"Aw, do I have to, it doesn't matter, I'm back now" he said.
"Tell me sweety" said Victoria.
"They pulled my pants down" he said.
"And?" asked Victoria.
"The fat girl grabbed my thing, oh and she farted on my face, and spat in my mouth" he said.
"Oh you poor darling, you have been in the wars haven't you. Come here, tiger" she said.
Ben took another breath and dashed over to Victoria. She hugged him and gave him a kiss. His face flushed with gratitude and excitement.
"All right everybody, time for a walk. Oliver get dressed!" said Victoria.
Continued in Chapter Thirty Nine