"What do you mean?" asked Ben growing a little worried.
"A training exercise. For the next couple of days, except when we've got victims, you'll stay undressed all the time, and you mustn't cover up or cower away when anyone wants to touch you." said Victoria.
"I don't like the sound of that" said Ben "What do you mean if people want to touch me."
"I mean if someone wants to cuddle you, or stroke you, or play with you, you have to let them, even if you've got a stiffy" she said.
"Naw, maybe not" he said.
"It'll help you grow more comfortable with your body" she said "We've all done it, and sometimes we all do it at the same time. It'll be good for you."
"I'll be okay" he said.
"It's part of your training so you don't have an option, unless you want to be naughty and disobedient" she said gently.
"When I get a horrible punishment and still have to do the training?" he said.
"Exactly" she said.
"I think I'm getting the hang of how things work here now" he said, a little dejectedly.
"Good boy. It'll be fun, I promise" she said.
"Will Amy have to do it?" he asked.
"At some point, but she's not as shy as you, and she's not as advanced as you. It'll be a while before she catches up to where you are" said Victoria.
Ben grinned, and Victoria kissed him again. He was just starting to grow hard again when Victoria's phone rang.
CHAPTER FORTY ONE
"Who's got the hood?" asked Emily a little breathlessly.
"Ben has" said Paul.
"I've got the handcuffs. Gag? Who's got the gag?" asked Emily.
"Alison has" said Paul.
"Paul, are you sure your bike's not going to be too obvious with that trailer on it?" asked Emily.
"Calm down Emily. It's going to be fine, and we need to be quiet!" said Paul.
"I'm just worried" she said urgently "We don't want to let Victoria down. If this goes wrong..." she said.
"It won't. Just be cool!" said Paul.
Victoria, Emily, Alison, Paul and Ben had met up in a forest glade about halfway between the church and the den. Hurried whispers had finalised the last minute details and Victoria had left them, to act as bait. The others had hidden the stuff; hidden themselves, and were waiting. It had been a long wait.
"What if she's not coming? What if something's gone wrong?" asked Emily.
"Alison, if she says anything else - gag her!" said Paul.
"She might need us!" said Emily.
"Sssshhhh!" said Paul "There's someone coming."
They went silent as the quiet conversation approached.
"No, I wanted somewhere quiet, more private" they heard Victoria say "If I'm going to take off all my clothes I don't want to risk anyone seeing me."
They didn't hear Giles.
"You do want me to get undressed for you, don't you" she asked, sounding apprehensive suddenly.
"Yeh!" they heard Giles say.
"Are you going to take off your clothes as well?" Victoria asked as they drew closer.
"No way!" Giles said, his voice full of horror.
"I'd like to see you" said Victoria "And, you know, your thing."
Paul knew Victoria well enough to know that she was trying to keep a straight face; to keep herself from smirking and laughing.
"Girls should show themselves, not boys" said Giles "I want to see your fanny, show it to me now!" said Giles.
"I will, just a bit further. We're nearly there" said Victoria.
Paul held up three fingers; out of sight of Victoria and Giles, but in sight of the gang. He counted them down as he silently and slowly mouthed "One... Two... Three" On three they sprang into action. Giles was taken completely by surprise. Just to confuse him further, Victoria slammed the back of her hand hard into his stomach. Giles had the wind knocked out of him and he doubled over. This foiled Ben's attempt to throw the hood over Giles' head and he had to wait, in a panic, not knowing what to do.
As Giles head came back up and he recognised the gang he shouted "You can't touch me, you wouldn't dare!" Ben leapt with the hood and drew it down over Giles head, muffling him and blinding him. Paul took Giles legs and felled him. Jumping on his back, they forced his arms down to his bottom and Emily snapped on the handcuffs. Alison cable-tied Giles' feet.
Once he was secure the gang relaxed. Victoria rolled Giles over and pulled the hood off him. She smiled "Don't worry, it's not what you think" she said encouragingly. Alison gagged him tight and then, readying the blindfold, she stumbled; her foot came out to steady herself and accidentally kicked Giles right in the nuts. Giles screamed. Victoria raised a warning finger "Alison!"
Alison grinned sheepishly and shook her head "I didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident. Sorry". No-one believed her.
Giles didn't understand; what was going on? How could she say 'it's not what you think'? How could she know what he was thinking? He didn't know himself? His bowels weakened; this smacked of witchcraft and devilry!
Alison blindfolded Giles and they picked his cowering nauseous body over to the hidden box. As they bundled him in, and just before Paul inserted the ear-plugs, Victoria said "Let's get him to the secret cellar in the church." That's the last Giles heard, and the hood was then dumped back over his head; his head was shoved down, and that hard wooden lid was slammed shut.
The gang did a strange kind of dance as they approached the den. The box was dropped unceremoniously onto the ground, and then between them, with grunts and groans, they lifted it. They held it as high as they could manage, and then lowered in jerky staggering stages as they lurched forward. Someone inside the box might imagine they were being carried down a flight of stairs. They repeated this process a number of times, each descent being terminated by a jolting crash of the box to the floor, but not so hard as to risk damaging it. An inhabitant might imagine they were descending several flights of twisty turny steps. Amy joined them as they entered the punishment room.
The final descent was hard; deliberately so. They didn't care about breaking the box this time, but did want to avoid damaging their carefully prepared floor. It wasn't perfect, but with the dim light they'd created it might just work, especially if Giles (or should that be Gillian?) was distracted and disorientated by fear.
The gang shivered. After the heat outside and the hard toil, the coldness of the room, with the air-conditioner on as high as it would go, was a stark contrast.
"Now remember" said Victoria, breathing heavily from the effort of carrying the box "We have to avoid leaving any beating marks on him. Anything out of place will be spotted. Alison I'm looking at you particularly."
Alison smiled the sweetest smile you can imagine "No marks. Got that" she said "Balls the size of balloons don't count as marks do they?" she asked sounding as angelic and innocent as a girl could sound.
"Second, when we get to the argument, it's got be convincing, okay, but don't overdo it, we don't want any melodramatic hamming" said Victoria "Paul, Ben, I'm looking especially at you two here."
"Okay" said Ben "I'll do my best, but I've never done acting before."
"No ham baby, I'm beef all the way" said Paul.
"I could do with some of that beef right now" said Victoria wistfully.
"We need more boys in the gang" said Emily.
"No we don't" said Ben.
"We do" said Alison.
"Boys'll ruin everything" said Amy.
"Just wait until the first boy sticks something in her, then she'll change her mind" said Alison.
"Knowing boys, it'll probably be a spider" said Amy.
"What about Paul, he's a boy" said Emily.
"Oh no" said Amy dreamily "He's a man"
"Enough! We'll discuss this later. Right now we have a job to do" said Victoria "Paul, sound effects please.
Paul disappeared behind a large and heavy velvet drape. It was dusty and looked old. Hidden behind it were the chairs, and Victoria's laptop. He scanned the screens unnecessarily, and then started playing the recording they had prepared. He hopped back to join the others. They stood a little while, still getting their breaths back. If you strained, you could just hear a very distant and muffled church organ.
"Okay, we all ready?" asked Victoria, looking at each of them in turn. They all nodded solemnly "Then let the show begin!"
The overture was 'shock and awe', and the gang set to violently kicking the box to pieces, scaring the life out of poor Giles within. They could hear his pitiful whimpering even over the noise they were making.
Out of the devastation Victoria pulled Giles, like a disaster victim. He cowered and tried to twist his bound hands up from behind him to protect himself. He stayed doubled up to protect vital areas like the midriff, groin, face. He wailed as he felt himself seized and dragged. No-one else spoke. Paul ripped off the hood, ripped out the ear-plugs, Emily wrenched away his blindfold, and Ben jerked out his gag.
Giles' eyes darted about the room in terror as he cowered. After the darkness of the manifold blindness the room seemed bright, but very cold. The walls were faced with stone, the floor was stone flagged. Crude iron lanterns provided the light. In the shadows near the walls there seemed to be implements he couldn't make out, hanging like dread promises.
He saw the six; the gang; and he grew a little bolder. They wouldn't hurt him, they wouldn't dare.
"You'd better let me go" he said, his voice shaking with fear and doubt "Father will skin you alive."
"No-one's going to skin us alive, Gillian" said Victoria. Giles didn't pick up on this name switch.
"Where are we?" he asked, looking round for some avenue of escape.
"We're in a secret chamber, far below your father's church" said Victoria "Where no-one will ever find us."
"Why?" he asked.
"We're here to convert you, Gillian. I expect it's going to be a long and painful process, and doubtless it will be very humiliating for you, but it's for the greater good" said Victoria.
"Convert me?" said Giles "Satan! In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ I command thee!" he spat savagely.
"That's very flattering, Gillian, but I'm not Satan, I'm Victoria" said Victoria calmly.
"You're a demon, a succubus!" he shouted.
"You've been playing too much Dungeons and Dragons" she said.
"What are you going to do to me?" he asked, becoming disturbed by her calm confidence.
"That I'm not going to reveal" said Victoria "You see, fear of the unknown is so much better than fear of the known, however horrible the known is. So what we're going to do to you Gillian, is just do it. Without explanation, fanfare, or heralding. You'll find out when it's done."
"You won't get away with it. You'll be in so much trouble, you don't know what father will do... or... or mother!" said Giles.
"We already have got away with it, Gillian, can't you see that?" said Victoria.
Giles suddenly looked very confused, rolled his eyes to the side and back again, he blushed. "Why are you calling me Gillian?" he said in a small frightened voice.
"Oh dear, you seem to have wet yourself" said Victoria, indicating the wet stain she'd first noticed when they hauled him out of the smashed box.
Victoria moved closer to Giles and across his front. She slapped his face, taking him by surprise. The others circled him too, like vultures.
"We've been watching you a long time, Gillian" said Victoria, as Paul, circling behind, smacked Gillian's bottom hard. He screeched.
"And we don't like what we see" she continued. Alison kicked him in the nuts, perhaps a little harder than had been in the plan, and Giles fell forward retching.
"We've been watching you on the internet" said Victoria, as Emily grabbed Giles' left ear and twisted it savagely. "Oooowwww!" he yelped "Stop it!"
"We've been watching you at school" said Victoria. Amy pinched his arm hard and he howled spinning round towards her, but cowering back.
"We've been watching you at scouts." Ben swung at him and caught him in the midriff with a haymaker. "Oooommppphhhh" Giles fell to his knees.
"We've been watching you out and about" Paul landed a boot up Giles' backside, managing to catch his balls at the same time "Arrrgh, no!"
"We've even been watching you in the privacy of your own bedroom" said Victoria, stopping her pacing and looking directly down at him. She placed a foot on his shoulder.
"And we do not like what we see." she shoved him backwards with her foot, and he sprawled gasping for breath. Alison stamped on his foot and he yelped again, trying to pull his feet to safety, under his body.
"You are a bully" said Victoria
Ben grabbed both Giles' nipples through his shirt and twisted them. Giles' screamed.
"A sneak" said Victoria. Emily grabbed a handful of hair and agonisingly pulled him up by it.
"A coward" said Victoria. Amy kicked him in the shin. He shrieked and hopped.
"A sexual predator" said Victoria. Paul brought his knee sickeningly into the side of Giles' thigh giving him a major dead leg "Awwuuuuwwaaa! Stop please"
"A tell-tale" said Victoria. Emily punched Giles in the side of the bicep as hard as she could.
"And a downright monstrous human being!" said Victoria, slapping him hard across the face again.
"Help me!" he said quietly "Boohoooo" the tears streaming down his face "Noooooo" he bawled like a toddler who'd just had a spanking.
"And today, Gillian, my girl, we are going to change all of that" said Victoria.
"Noooooo!" bawled Giles.
"Alison, pacify him!" said Victoria.
This was the command that Alison had been waiting for, she stepped forward and reached a claw like hand towards his groin, then stopped "But he's all covered in wee" she said disgustedly.
Victoria took a deep breath, rolled her eyes "Alison?" she asked quite matter-of-factly "Are you a lean mean fucking fighting machine?" Victoria blushed at her uncharacteristic use of this expletive, "An avenging angel of retribution? A ravening berserk handmaiden of the Walkurie? A sadistic nymphomaniac of Nemesis? Or..." and here Victoria had to draw breath "A silly little girl who's frightened of a bit of wee?"
Alison had been listening to this long list as though it was a particularly difficult multiple choice question. "Um, all those first ones before the 'or' she said, then snarled viciously and clenched Giles' testicles tight. She couldn't help a small "Eeewww!" before crushing his nuts in her grip.
Giles squeaked at several octaves higher than this his normal vocal range, begging to released.
Victoria waited, letting Alison wreak an agony of testicle crushing pain on Giles, but actually she was listening for faint clicking noises in the recording. Cues they'd dubbed on. When she heard the right sequence she raised her voice angrily.
"Don't get the idea this is your punishment Giles" warned Victoria "Don't think this is our attempt to convert you. We haven't even started yet!" she shouted.
As her voice rang round the room, and died down there was the distant thunder of a very heavy door being pulled shut; the faint jangling of chains.
"Alison, enough" said Victoria, and with reluctant obedience Alison released him, but kept her hand as far away from her body as possible.
"See, Giles?" said Victoria very quietly pointing her finger up to the ceiling "That was your father. You've been abandoned. No-one will ever find you here" her voice got quieter and quieter so he had to strain to hear her "It just you... and us" this last was barely audible.
"Don't hurt me... please don't hurt me..." begged Giles, bawling his eyes out now.
"Lick my shoes clean!" she said. Giles crawled to her, it was impossible to avoid the many pains in his body and he sobbed as he crawled, arms still locked behind his back. He licked at Victoria's shoes. She watched him briefly, then looked up at Paul and winked. Paul nodded and smiled back; he unlocked Giles' handcuffs and removed them. Giles brought his hands to his front and rubbed his wrists.
"It's time Giles" said Victoria.
"Time? T.t.t.time f.f.for.....w.w.w.what" he stuttered.
"Time for you to show us your willy" said Victoria.
"Oh N.n.n.nnoo I... I c.can't" he said.
"You've made girls show you their fannies Giles. I think it's only fair you show us your willy" she said.
"It... it... can't b.b.be seen, it's p.p.p.private" he said.
Victoria nodded almost imperceptibly to Ben, who kicked Giles in the side of the chest. He tried to roll away from it and fell on his back with a shriek. Alison pounced grabbing both of his ears and wrenched them round viciously. Amy grabbed his nipples and did the same. Emily twisted a hand into his hair again and pulled, engaging in a tug of war with Alison.
"Arrrr, owwwww oooh eeekk nooo! Help! Help! HELP!" he screamed.
Victoria called off the attack dogs with a wave of her hand. "It's willy time, Giles!" she said.
Sobbing, Giles sat up and turned painfully around. Pulling himself to a sitting position he began to undo his soggy fly.
"No, Giles" said Victoria "Stand up and do it properly!"
Giles struggled to his feet, wobbled, and steadied himself. He poked a finger into his fly and pulled the tiniest scrap of foreskin out, and waited.
"If you won't do it properly..."she said.
Giles quickly pulled his penis out of the front of his fly and left it, hands shaking, dangling from the front of his trousers. Victoria had already seen his penis of course, on camera, but in the flesh it seemed more real. It hadn't really thickened much and so was still rather juvenile, although it wasn't particularly short. The glans was well hidden in the protective hood of his foreskin.
"That's not fair" said Emily "We had to lift out skirts and pull our knickers down."
"She's right, Giles" said Victoria "I think you should pull your trousers and pants down and show us properly."
Giles stood for a little while; his only motion his blubbering shivering cowardice.
"Giles!" said Victoria sharply. Giles' trembling hands shot to the top of his trousers and began undoing them. Victoria watched, as did the other girls who had drifted to Giles' front. Paul and Ben remained behind him.
Giles drew his trousers and pants down together, slowly, but only as far as absolutely necessary to display his penis hanging over a small pair of testicles in an unhaired pruny sack. He remained with his head down, his face flushing traffic light red, shaking.
Victoria left him like that, waiting for several minutes. Eventually she spoke again "I hope it's clean Giles."
Giles didn't speak.
"After he wet his pants? I doubt it" said Emily.
"Oh that's right" said Victoria pretending to have forgotten "You wet your pants didn't you?"
Victoria waited half a minute for that to sink in, not expecting Giles to answer her.
"Giles? You wet you pants didn't you?" she said.
Giles mumbled a sort of "Yes."
"Say it properly Giles, say 'I wet my pants'" instructed Victoria.
"I wet my pants" mumbled Giles.
"He's going to need a bath" said Emily.
"I think he is" said Victoria, and then she looked at Paul "Is the bath ready?"
"The bath is ready, Victoria" he said.
"If you wouldn't mind then. Ben, give Paul a hand" said Victoria.
Paul and Ben disappeared behind the old velvet drape, and they heard the sound of an old metal bath scraping on stone.
"Giles, you need to get undressed for your bath" said Victoria, her voice stern and uncompromising.
"I... no... I c.c.can't" he said.
"Giles, you need to get undressed for your bath" Victoria repeated, raising her voice just a little.
"P.p.please Vict.t.toria, I c..can't get und.d.dressed" he begged, and he began sobbing again.
"Very well" said Victoria "Alison, Amy, undress him!"
Alison and Amy moved up close to Giles, their hands reaching for his clothes.
"No... p.p.please, I... I c.c.can t" said Giles.
"I know Giles, you said you couldn't. The girls will take care of it" said Victoria.
Amy went straight to work on Giles shirt buttons, her small fingers working the buttons through the holes in the stiff white cotton. Alison wrenched his trousers and pants to his ankles and then began unlacing his shiny black shoes. Giles squirmed, his hand tried to fend Amy off; he bent to cover his front, shuffling back from Alison.
"Stand still, Giles!" Victoria shouted like a sergeant major drilling recruits. Giles froze in fear, and the girls continued their work.
Paul and Ben brought the scraping bath round and positioned it between Giles and Victoria, before taking up their stations behind Giles again.
"We'll need bath things, Emily, if you please" said Victoria.
Emily headed to the cupboards wearing a smirk.
Amy pulled Giles' shirt off him, leaving his naked from the waist up, while Alison pulled his trousers and pants over his ankles, leaving him naked from the waist down. Giles stood, one hand covering his groin, the other across his chest covering his nipples. He was crying and shaking in shame "Please don't d.d.do this" he blubbered.
"Do what Giles? What is it you don't want us to do?" asked Victoria, her tone making it quite clear she expected and answer.
"I d.d.don't want to b.b.be in th.th.the nuddy" he said.
"You have to be in the nuddy Giles, for your bath" said Victoria.
"Please, have mercy..." he sobbed.
"I will have mercy" said Victoria, and Giles sighed and even relaxed a little "This is something I have learned from you. I will show you the same mercy you have shown to Emily, and Alison, and Helen, and the many other poor souls you have been merciful to."
"N.n.no I was j.j.j.just doing wh.wh.what was right, f.f.f.for their own g.g.g.good" said Giles.
"And so are we Giles. Get into your bath!" said Victoria.
Giles stood crying, but not making any move towards his bath. "Pacify him Alison" she said.
"Noooo!" shouted Giles and brought both hands down to protect his groin. Paul reached round from behind and pulled Giles hands away, leaving him exposed. Alison brought up a steel talon and struck with vengeance, crushing his balls hard. Giles screamed.
"Are we getting in the bath Giles?" asked Victoria loudly.
Giles' head nodded vigorously.
"That'll do Alison" said Victoria "For now." Reluctantly, Alison let go. Paul followed suit. Giles doubled up making pained self-pitying noises.
"Bath, Giles, now!" snapped Victoria, and Giles shuffled painfully forward. He put a foot in, took a sharp breath and pulled it out.
"Yes, it's cold, I'm afraid" said Victoria "In you go."
Giles took one faltering step, planting his right foot in the cold water, followed by another, bringing his left to join it. He stood in eight inches of cold water. Victoria pointed a finger downwards, towards the bath, and stabbed with it a couple of times. Giles lowered himself, slowly, into the cold water. The chilliness of the room and the cold of the water conspired to cause a more violent shivering in him. He couldn't straighten his legs, the bath wasn't long enough, so his knees stuck up in the air, and he wrapped his arms around them, rested his miserable head on them, and cried.
Emily handed soap and scrubbing brushes to Alison and Amy. She kept the towel and razor for herself. Paul and Ben moved round, one each side of the bath, but leaving ample space for Alison and Amy to work. Ben ended up close to Victoria, and she reached out a hand and patted him on the bottom. He looked up at her and she smiled warmly. Ben grinned back.
"Girls" said Victoria "Giles is waiting."
Alison and Amy sprung into action, dipping their soap and scrubbing brushes into the water. The brushes were not soft, but the bristles were not as hard as they could have been. Victoria wanted them to hurt, but not to cause too much lasting abrasion.
Alison brought her lathered brush to Giles' head, and started to scrub his hair. Giles yelped at this rough contact, and when Amy brought her brush to bear on Giles' leg, he yelped even louder. The girls worked him over, scrubbing uncompromisingly: his feet, his legs up to his knees, his head and face, his neck, his back and chest. Giles yelped and shrieked at the pain, and at the indignity of it. When the girls had scrubbed all that they were able, Victoria spoke again "Stand up, Giles!"
Giles didn't argue. He kept his head down and slowly raised himself to a standing position. His hands folded over his groin. Although the clean parts of his soapy body were a heavy pink colour from the scrubbing, his blush was still evident on his face as a deeper red. Soap dribbled down from his hair stinging his eyes.
"Put your hands on your head!" said Victoria. Giles complied.
Amy began scrubbing Giles' back. Alison went to work on his tummy. Giles swayed in a circular motion, trying to minimise the discomfort both front and back, but the girls' work was neither interrupted nor compromised. When they had finished their current labours they moved to his legs; Amy at the backs of his thighs; Alison at the front. Again Giles cringed and flinched from the stubborn bristles assaulting his flesh. Giles complained throughout this treatment, but not in any comprehensible way. He was great leather cushion of involuntary yelps and gasps, and squeaks, and shrieks, and moans, and groans, and cries.
The girls left the best to last. Both girls paused before their final assault. Amy renewed the lather on her brush before bringing it roughly to Giles' buttocks. Alison on the other hand put her brush down, leaving it under the bath water, lathering her hands instead. She brought these soapy hands to Giles' groin. Giles', trembling violently, shoved his backside painfully into Amy's brush as he tried to evade Alison's hands.
"Giles, stand still!" barked Victoria.
"I have to wash your little willy, and your little balls" said Alison sweetly "So be a good little boy and behave."
Giles stood still, and apart from his quivering, he held his body rigid. Alison began with his already sore balls. Running her slippery hands over his scrotum with a little more pressure than was strictly necessary and Giles let out a cry of pain. Alison took no notice and slid a soapy hand underneath towards his anus. Amy was already separating Giles' buttocks and scrubbing inside his crack. The dual discomfort, the dual shame, caused Giles to renew his crying again.
Alison's finger ringed Giles' anus with soap and she withdrew it just in time for Amy's brush to violate this sensitive area with its rough bristles. Giles let out a shriek and tried to push his bottom forward out of the way. Amy slapped his bottom sharply "Stay still!" she snapped.
Alison soaped her hands again and brought them back to his groin. Ignoring his chill shrunken penis for the time being she massaged around its sides, and up over the area above, ensuring that the pubic hair growing above and around the sides of his retarded organ was well lathered. Only when this was done did she bring her hands to Giles' reluctant cynosure of shame. Her small hands worked with an assured confidence, soaping up and down, retracting the foreskin and cleaning skilfully and thoroughly around the glans; the fraenum.
"Ooooh, Nooo!" complained Giles pitifully "Please... not that!"
"Don't be such a baby" said Alison, as she continued her endeavours long after the point his willy was clean.
Amy set her brush down; her work complete and she moved round to Giles' front in time to see his organ stiffening. Giles continued to whine "Oh.. nooo. Nooo. Please..."
Alison brought Giles to full hardness and his four inch erection stood up straight like a Guard Officer on parade. Alison removed her hands and stepped back.
"What's the matter, Giles?" asked Victoria.
Giles' face was a scarlet racecourse of tears, and he shook his head mumbling unintelligibly.
"Don't you masturbate Giles? Don't you like to have an occasional wank?" asked Victoria.
Giles' unintelligible mumbling turned to something like a wail.
"Answer me, Giles!" said Victoria sternly.
"No" he said quickly "It's... d.d.dirty"
"Do it now Giles!" said Victoria.
"No!" said Giles his voice full of terror and indignity.
"Do it!" Victoria said with commanding authority.
Giles brought his hands from his head and down to his groin. They hovered near his raging hard-on, but they couldn't quite bring themselves to touch it.
"Do you want to make me have to punish you?" asked Victoria. Giles let out a distressed moan, his hands remained hovering.
"If it's difficult for you, given the circumstances, just bring to mind the sight of Alison's and Emily's beautiful pussies. Think about Alison lying naked in the grass, how it felt to molest her, groping her bare breasts and bare pussy" said Victoria.
Giles whimpered pathetically, and his penis throbbed.
"Think about your beautiful step-sister, Helen, you've just told on her haven't you? She's having to strip naked in front of you, father's going to beat her. She's so scared, so embarrassed, she's bending over Giles right now and begging for mercy as father begins to discipline her for the crime you have made up" said Victoria in a seductive voice.
Giles could stand it no longer, his right hand gripped his rigid penis and he began pumping it furiously backwards and forwards. All the while he whined "No, please, have mercy. It's not my fault... I didn't want to do it... they made me..."
The gang exchanged glances, shaking their heads, and wondering at his strangeness, as Giles masturbated. He came quicker than a thirteen year old watching his female classmates indulge in their first lesbian orgy. And he kept coming, over and over; shooting his sperm across the floor and almost to the wall.
His knees buckled, and he nearly fell "AaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhH!" he yelled.
"Good boy" said Victoria "You will repeat that whenever I ask you to"
Giles sobbed loudly, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
"Giles, you are a craven coward, a bully, and a baby" said Victoria "And none of those things should have any hair except on their heads."
Emily handed the razor to Alison, and she held it up in front of Giles face with a big smile. Giles stared, uncomprehending, and then suddenly the realisation dawned on him. The only hair he had on his entire body was on his head... and... in his groin.
"No, not that... please..." he whined.
Alison was not moved by his pathetic appeal, and she began scraping the blunt blade across his groin. Giles' renewed sobbing inspired no sympathy in anyone, not even the soft hearted Ben. And before long Alison had painfully removed every last strand of hair from Giles' groin.
"Bald as a coot" said Alison, pleased with herself "Do you think it would be worth pacifying him again, just as a reminder?" asked Alison hopefully.
"Do you need reminding, Giles?" asked Victoria "Do we need to pacify you again?"
"No" he sobbed "No please... you don't need to..."
"I think we'll save that for now" said Victoria, and Alison retreated looking disappointed.
"Well Giles, it seems that you were right, it is dirty. And since you've made your willy dirty again it will need to be cleaned again" said Victoria.
Alison picked up her scrubbing brush this time and stared Giles in the eye as she lathered it. He stared, not wanting to believe... Alison brought the brush to bear and scrubbed all around his groin, and Giles squirmed and groaned and hoped. His hopes were dashed when she seized his limp penis and began scrubbing it. He shrieked loudly; and louder still when she pulled his foreskin back and employed the brush on the most sensitive parts of his shy organ. Alison stepped back again, dropping the brush in the bath with a satisfied grin. Giles rotated his hips, wiggled his bottom back and forth, as his brain, overloaded with pain, tried to maintain its sanity. He yelled and cried out, tears flowing freely again. The gang watched him impassively for a little while; waiting for him to calm down.
"Do you want to get out of your bath and get dried now, Giles?" Victoria asked.
"Yes, please" he said shakily.
"Then get out and ask Emily nicely if she will dry you" instructed Victoria.
Giles stepped out of the bath, shivering with the cold. His penis had shrunk again, and was hiding close to his body trying to find some warmth.
"W.w.will you d.d.dry me please E.e.e.emily" asked Giles.
"You've still got soap all over you, especially in your hair" Emily said "Rinse yourself off first"
Giles looked back at the bath full of cold water and shivered again. He climbed back in and submerged himself in the freezing water as best he could to rinse the soap off.
"You'll have to get out, to do your hair properly" said Emily. Giles climbed back out again, dripping wet with icy water.
"Bend over, dunk you head in" said Emily.
Giles hesitated only a little before bending to comply. He felt very vulnerable, very humiliated, to be sticking his bottom so far up in the air as he lowered his head to rinse it. No-one in the room was without a strong temptation to strike that inviting bottom as hard as they could with some implement of torture or other, but everyone remained disciplined and in place. Giles re-emerged, water streaming down from his hair and he stood, shivering more violently now, in front of Emily.
"Ask her again Giles" said Victoria.
"W.w.w.w.will y.y.you d.d.d.dry m.m.m.m.me p.p.p.p.please E.e.e.e.em.m.m.mily?" asked Giles, his teeth chattering with the cold.
Emily brought the towel to his head and began rubbing his hair roughly. She circled round him as she did this; getting it as dry as she could. Giles couldn't stand still, he was so cold he shook violently, and he recoiled from Emily's rough treatment of him. Emily smacked him as hard as she could on his bottom "Stay still!" she barked. Giles yelped loudly at the smack. It was only a hand, but the cold wet stiffness of his skin amplified the pain ten-fold. Giles tried to stay still, but his shivering was uncontrollable.
Emily kept drying him, but as she did so she repeated the smacks. The towel rubbed his face and neck, his chest, tummy and back, and all the while she punctuated this process with heavy and frequent smacks to his bottom. Giles jumped and cried and shrieked.
Victoria watched unmoved. Giles deserved much worse than this, but whatever he deserved hardly mattered. The object of the exercise was to break him to their will, to force him to mend his ways. She was disappointed that he had seemed to break so easily. He was already far more compliant than she had expected, and the process of breaking him that she had been looking forward to seemed to have been pre-empted. She wondered if perhaps they could exceed their expectations. She wondered if it would be possible to break Giles to the point that he not only changed his ways but became totally submissive to them; prepared to do whatever they wanted. She wondered if they could turn the arrogant bully Giles, into the pathetic submissive slave Giles. It didn't seem to her, after careful consideration, that that was beyond possibility.
She was concerned not to leave the wrong kind of marks on him though. They had already planned to get him into a host of problems at home, and she suspected that when he was beaten for the crimes they were intending to frame him for, he'd be stripped naked. Any marks would have to be explained. General bruises would be fine; anything consistent with random violence would easily be explainable. Giles could be briefed to claim he was set upon by a gang of the council estate boys. The Reverend would believe that in a trice. But the marks of a beating would be more difficult to explain away. It was a pity, but they had to worry about security above all other things. At least they could give him a good spanking. The evidence of that would fade quickly enough.
Having dried the rest of his body, Emily turned the towel, like a weapon, to his groin. She rubbed vigorously, causing further pain to his aching balls and stimulated his penis anew.
When Emily stepped back, Giles stood a little warmer; his short hair a shaggy mess on his head; his hands recovering his half-masted erection.
"Put your hands on your head Giles!" said Victoria. Giles complied slowly.
"You have a very great deal more to do to convince me that you will behave yourself properly in future, Giles. That you will stop being a bully and a tell-tale, and that you will treat other people, girls, with respect" said Victoria, and she began circling him again, signalling the others to do the same.
Again, as she circled him, talking, the others darted in and punched and pinched and slapped his naked and vulnerable body. Every time he brought his hands down from his head to protect himself, Alison rushed in to pacify him.
"You must still be punished for your crimes, Giles, and that punishment will not stop until I am convinced, convinced, Giles, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are a reformed character"
Giles flinched from her words, recoiled from their assaults; cried and screamed; begged for mercy, and eventually he sank to his knees and crawled into a ball, howling. The gang did not stop; they continued to attack his foetal form with punches and pinches and kicks and slaps.
"The first requirement we have of you, Giles is complete and total obedience. From this moment on when you are asked to do something, it will be done. You will not question, you will not argue, you will not hesitate. You will obey. The penalty of failure in this regard will the unleashing of our dislike for you, Giles, an unleashing that will take a physical form, and an unleashing that will grow progressively more violent and more painful each time you force us to resort to " said Victoria, still circling, but not attacking him.
"Please do bear in mind, Giles that I have not yet unleashed any of my dislike for you. I fear that if I started to do that I wouldn't be able to stop myself, and God only knows what state you'd end up in." With a quick hand gesture from Victoria the gang ceased their assault.
"So, Giles, what's it to be?" asked Victoria.
Still in a ball, still howling, Giles mumbled something incoherent.
"I can't hear you. Stand up!" Victoria shouted in a fury.
Giles jumped to his feet; his hands flew to his head. "I'll obey" he said in a tiny pathetic voice.
"Good" said Victoria in a calmer voice "Now, I have a lovely surprise for you, so I want you to close your eyes." Giles closed his eyes. "I want you to keep them closed until I say you can open them. And no peeking, Giles, that would be disobedient" said Victoria.
Victoria nodded to Emily, and Emily left the room.
Continued in Chapter Forty Two