"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.
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
They made a strange and sizeable group as they moved through the forest. Ben led the way, blazing the trail towards the scout camp, with Oliver close behind him looking very glad to be dressed and on his way back to safety. Mark did not look glad; he was beginning to think that being naked would be far preferable to being dressed in girls' clothes; especially these particular girls' clothes. On his right hand side walked Victoria, holding his right hand. On his left, Emily did similarly. Alison and Amy buzzed round him, like skipping flies, hoping for an excuse to swarm her. Paul followed slowly behind, ready to act if Marcia decided to revert to Mark.
"Where are we going?" asked Marcia.
"Where are we going - Mistress" said Victoria, her voice strict and uncompromising.
"Where are we going, Mistress?" she said, her voice sullen and scared.
"Taking you back to camp" said Victoria.
"What, like this!? Oh please, Mistress, let me get changed again?" said Marcia.
"It's your last punishment" said Victoria "Remember how I said that if you didn't cooperate and you were given your last punishment you'd really wish you had done as you were told?"
"I did cooperate Mistress" said Marcia.
"No you didn't, Marcia. You had to be coerced, and so you must now pay the final price" said Victoria.
"Please Mistress, I'm being good now, can't you let me off, just this once" begged Marcia.
"No, Marcia, because then you wouldn't learn anything" said Victoria.
"I have learned, Mistress, I have" said Marcia, her voice desperate and urging.
"Alright then, if you really have learned, ask the stud Master to pull your lovely pink frilly knickers down, bend you over, and show you what an inferior girl really likes having stuck up her naughty little bottom" said Victoria.
Mark's whole body shivered. There were some things he simply couldn't do; some things which were so beyond the possible that they couldn't even be contemplated. Apart from the pounding of her heart, the ragged wheezing of her hyperventilating breath, she was silent.
"I thought so" said Victoria "So, tell me about these initiations."
Mark had refused to tell before. He'd said he'd only tell them if they let him go - before they'd pulled his pants down and bared him. Marcia on the other hand had no intentions of upsetting her Mistress. All along she had thought to herself 'How can this get any worse?' believing that there wasn't anything possible that could be worse, and each time they had forced him to endure something worse; far worse, and now she had learned. There must be many things worse that she couldn't imagine. She didn't want to find out what they might be.
"At the lake, at midnight after the grown-ups are asleep, Mistress" she said.
"Now, the girls have had a good long chat with Oliver, and he's agreed not to say a word about your naughtiness yesterday evening or about your punishments today, so you must do the same" said Victoria.
"But if they find me like this Mistress, what am I supposed to say?" asked Marcia.
"Up to you Marcia. But don't you dare tell them anything about us, our den, its location or anything else that might upset me, because otherwise we will come and find you and subject you to much worse punishments" said Victoria "And I promise you that you will not like them at all!"
"Don't leave me like this Mistress, I beg you" said Marcia.
"You must learn to take your punishment like a good little inferior girl, Marcia and stop whining" said Victoria "The alternative is to be stark naked with a stiffy"
Marcia groaned. As awful, as dread filling, as that prospect was, she couldn't help thinking that it might actually be preferable.
"We're close" said Ben.
"Okay, quiet everyone, we'll have to be careful now" said Victoria.
"Everyone will be swimming in the lake now" said Oliver "So the camp will be empty."
"Perfect" said Victoria.
They hid, the six of them, in dense bushes. They had sent Oliver off to the lake to make his excuses. He and Mark had got lost in the forest, and then separated. Oliver was to say he had no idea what had happened to Mark, but he at least had found his way back again.
Mark, or should we say Marcia, was tied to a tree. Not as Emily had been with her back to the trunk and her arms behind her, but with her arms straight up in the air; suspended from a low branch. This unfortunate pose meant that her lovely pink frilly dress rode up exposing the bottom of her lovely pink frilly knickers. Marcia struggled as best she could to get free, but Paul was also very good at knots.
They had chosen the tree very carefully. It lay between the lake and the camp, but not quite on the main path between the two. There was a chance, if Marcia stayed quiet, that they might not notice her as they returned from their afternoon swim. On the other hand if anyone strayed off the path, or someone noticed a strange pink colour through the trees, she would attract attention, and in all likelihood, quite the wrong sort of attention.
Before they had left Marcia, Victoria had shown her the photos she had taken, and the video her camera had captured of Marcia sucking Oliver's lengthy rigid penis. This was just a little reminder to be a good little inferior girl.
As they lay watching and waiting, Victoria kept Ben close to her side; she stroked and patted his bottom affectionately, and whispered to him of her pride and her intentions for him later on. Ben wiggled and squirmed in delight and wore the broadest of grins. The wait wasn't a long one.
They heard the excited party returning long before they saw them. Squealing, shouting, laughing, they approached. At the head: two bored looking adults, a man and a women; looking uninterested and hurrying back for a well earned rest and a secret tot of the hard stuff. Behind, frolicking over-excitedly: the scouts; running in rings, flicking towels, mocking, boasting.
As they came into view they could see the six girls, separated from the boys, and in a huddle. They were all whispers and giggles and gasps of disbelief.
"Your ears burning, Ben?" asked Victoria.
"Shuttup!" he said gloomily.
The boys reinforced their rigid hierarchy with their cruel humour are petty acts of violence. These trivial cruelties were part of their lives and they perpetrated them instinctively; without understanding. The adults were way ahead of them, fed up and out of sight. The boys near the top of the pack picked on those lower down; grabbing swimming costumes and threatening, but not daring, to pull them down. Fearful cubs were allowed to think they had escaped, while the wolves snarled and showed their teeth with little intention of biting.
Everyone knew the initiations were tonight, and everyone was excited. Those to be initiated were excited in a gut wrenching apprehensive way; those carrying them out, in a sadistic and suppressed sexual way. Even the girls knew, and the girls intended to gate crash the party. After years of rumours and stories, the hopeful girls had tried to bargain their way into the proceedings, but the boys would only accept a payment they weren't prepared to make. Then their leader Katherine had come up with a plan. This year they would begin their own tradition of initiations, and so this year they could offer the boys an invitation: if of course the privilege was reciprocated. The boys jumped at the offer; so did their penises. So at last, truly equal, the scouts would gather for their age old ceremonies, girls and boys together.
This would become known in their patrol's history as 'The year of the first terror'. Those lucky boys who had been initiated in the past would be grateful for the dull imaginations of their male betters; those of the future would curse the cruel creativity of the girls, who, once involved for the first time would begin to direct; their natural instincts wreaking vengeful torment on all boys - through those initiates at their mercy. And all this inspired by Ben's capture and the unlikely and spontaneous pulling down of his trousers and pants.
The atmosphere ran thick with these anticipations and they bore heavily on everyone's minds. Tonight was going to be unique. With these distractions in mind, it was unfortunate that anyone noticed.
"What's that? Over there?" shouted one of the girls. A dozen eyes peered.
"It looks like a doll or something" said another girl.
"Rob? Have a look at this" said the oldest girl.
The oldest boy detached himself from the pack; top dog stamped all over him.
"What's up?" he said in a voice half an octave too high for his demeanour.
"Over there, it's a dummy or something. Take a look will you!" she said giving him a smile he took to mean she adored him and his masterful ways.
"Jack, Ian?" he shouted, and two fourteen year olds detached themselves from the raucous mob to join Rob.
"Let's go" said Rob, as if he was leading a combat patrol out into enemy territory in 'Nam. They stayed close together; forced by the presence of the girls to approach more boldly than they wanted.
"Fuck!" shouted Ian "It's Mark!"
"He's dressed like a bloody girl!" shouted Jack.
"Come on girls, you've got to see this!" shouted Rob striding bravely now, towards the trembling boy suspended in his pink frilly dress.
Despite the boisterousness; the cursing, and the readjustment of their roles with the top dogs gone, the other boys didn't fail to notice the activity off the path, and once they saw the gaggle of girls move off, giggling excitedly, they followed at undisciplined speed.
"Oh, poor boy!" said Victoria, keeping low "Careful now, everyone, don't make any noise. There are a lot of them, and if we get caught it might get rough." None of the gang had any intention of making any noise.
The scouts surrounded Mark, making comments, asking questions; they were bewildered. Such a phenomenon was completely outside their experience and they could make no sense of it. Mark tried to appease them. He wasn't in a safe position to do anything else. But he was vague: something about a gang of rough boys, much bigger than him of course, and a dozen or so at least. He didn't go into detail about what they did, just that he ended up as he was now.
Rob and the others looked round nervously, in fear of a rough 'girly clothing' armed horde about to descend on them at any minute.
"I blame all these makeover programmes on telly" said gangly sour.
"What are you going to do with him?" asked mean and moody.
"Don't, just let me down... please!" yelled Mark.
"We can't just let you down, you tosser" said Rob "You've disgraced the entire bloody troop."
"It's not my fault!" yelled Mark.
"What if someone had seen you?" Rob asked.
"No-one saw me" said Mark "Untie me please"
"Phil, Pete, Sam, go keep a lookout, make sure we're not disturbed" said Rob, and three boys, who knew better, didn't argue, despite wanting to stay to see whatever was going to happen next.
"We can't leave him like that" said Katherine "If the old bores see him there'll be hell to pay"
None of the onlookers, who scratched their heads or stretched their mouths sideways in mock thought, had any doubts about what they ought to do, or about what they wanted to do; it's just that no-one wanted to be the one to suggest it, for fear that it might rebound on them. Not necessarily now, but maybe later. All except mean and moody, inspired and excited by their earlier encounter with Ben; she spoke up.
"I think we should strip him" she said.
Everyone looked up the chain, no-one wanting to add their support to this outrageous suggestion until there was a consensus. The consensus, as always, came from top to bottom. Rob nodded, slowly at first gauging the reactions of the boys around him, and then more enthusiastically.
"We can't let him go back to camp like that" he said "Looks like his uniform's over there, he can wear that. The screws will probably not even notice he wasn't swimming."
"He's got nice brown legs" said pretty nubile.
"It's girls' clothes" said Ian "The girls should do it" abdicating responsibility,
"Just pray he isn't wearing a bra" said Katherine "Else you losers'd really be up shit creek without a paddle"
"I can do bras" said Rob dismissively.
"Yeh" said Jack.
A few of the other boys joined in the general pretence of understanding this most fundamental of male adolescent challenges.
The girls advanced, all six of them, and they formed a ring. They all stared at Mark with the same thought 'What would he look like completely naked?' The excitement was palpable; breaths were being held.
"How are we going to get the dress off?" asked Katherine looking up at his tied hands; the rope.
"Rip it off" said Rob slightly breathlessly.
"Oh no!" whispered Victoria "I needed that for Giles". She took solace from Ben's bottom.
Katherine advanced purposefully, raised her hands and took hold of the front of the dress at the neck.
"Come on guys, this isn't funny!" yelled Mark.
Katherine wrenched her hands apart and the loud ripping noise rippled through the forest.
"Give me a hand girls" she said, and ten other eager hands savaged what was left of the lovely pink dress.
Mark swayed slightly, dangling by his wrists, dressed now only in his lovely pink frilly knickers, straw boater and pretty pink silk ribbon. He didn't want to cry; didn't want to be naked.
"Stop! That's enough! You've had your fun, let me go! Please let me go!" He wailed.
No-one was listening. Mark's cries were just a pleasant background music, like the score of a Hollywood film; there to set the tone; create the atmosphere. Things had gone too far now; a line had been crossed; no-one was going back. There was only one direction; forward; to nudity and humiliation.
There was a pause; girls licked their lips; boys adjusted their pants. The air was electric. A pig-tailed girl with freckles and thick heavy glasses asked: "Are we really going to take his pants down and see his willy?" It almost sounded innocent, but there was huskiness to the girl's pre-teen voice.
"No! No! NOOOO!" yelled Mark.
"No point hanging about" said Katherine unintentionally, and the boys laughed. The girls cottoned on quickly and laughed too.
"Go on Lucy, you do it" said Katherine.
"I don't want to" said pig-tails and freckles.
"Yes you do, it's okay, I told you to" reassured Katherine.
Pig-tails and freckles licked her lips, stepped forward and squinted through strong optics. Small hands rose to the Mark's lovely frilly pink last line of defence, and he yelled at the top of his voice "HEEEELLP! HEEEEEEEELLLP!! HEEEEELLLP!!!"
"No-one's going to hear you, little girl" said pig-tails and freckles, and she pulled Mark's knickers straight down. There was uproar.
"He's wearing a fucking ribbon!"
"He's got ribbon on his dick!"
"Ribbon dick! Ribbon dick!"
Mark hung his head in shame and cried. He'd never be able to look anyone in the eye again. His life was over.
"He's got no pubes!"
"Baldy, baldy, baldy baldy baby!"
"We can't see the bow, show us the bow" shouted Rob excitedly.
"Show us the bow! Show us the bow!" the chant circled round the boys, and spread infectiously to the girls.
Pig-tails pulled a freckled face of distaste and took the end of Mark's limp bow bound willy and raised it up to display the expertly tied bow underneath. Laughter circled the forest like a tornado. This intimate feminine contact had an edificial effect on Mark, reinforced by the laughter, and the close presence of the eager innocent eyes of the girls, and Mark's shame was completing itself.
"Urghh" yelped Pig-tails as she snatched her hand away from the thing with a mind of its own.
"It's moving!" she shrieked, entirely unaware that such a thing was possible.
And move it did, inexorably upwards, until Mark was thoughtfully displaying his bow - without the need for any assistance at all.
Someone shouted "Wank him off!", and a new chant began "Wank him off! Wank him off! Wank him off!!"
None of the girls wanted to betray their ignorance, and embarrassed, Katherine stepped away.
"I'm not touching it" she said "One of you boys will have to do it" hoping that someone would show her how it was done; what it was that happened.
A pale, fair haired boy called Nigel took an enthusiastic step forward, and realising that in his over excitement he hadn't waited for a consensus, he stopped and stepped back again; embarrassed. Everyone stared at this first-timer.
"Cut him down!" said Rob, to no-one in particular. His trusty lieutenant, Jack, stepped forward "Um, I haven't got a knife" he said looking down at his enlarged swimming trunks.
"His shorts are over there, see if he's got his with him" said Rob.
Jack hurried over and rummaged" "Got it" he said pulling the Victorinox open and waving the sharp blade around. He went round to Mark's rear, not wanting to come into contact with his beribboned hard-on, and stretched up to cut the rope.
"Get the ribbon, Lucy" said Katherine.
Pig-tails stepped up again and while doing her best to touch Mark's stiffy as little as possible, tried to free the ribbon with delicate fingers. The silk slid up and down his shaft; pig-tail's fingers brushed his glans, he was squeezed and released, and he suddenly felt a storm brewing. "Oh God No!" he yelled.
Everyone stared, wondering what had caused him to break the silence he'd held since his pants had come down. He bucked his hips; his buttocks clenched, and he squirted; pumping powerful streams of weak watery come all over pig-tails. She screamed and fell backwards; the seed dribbling down her glasses, blinding her.
The forest went silent, apart from the quiet sobbing of a poor little inferior girl, who for a brief spasm thought she was a boy.
"Let's go" said Victoria quietly, and the six of them backed slowly and carefully away under the cover of the bushes.
Continued in Chapter Forty