Giles climbed to his feet as quickly as his tortured body would allow. He raised his hands to the top of his head without being asked. "Please... Victoria... don't hurt me..." he wailed "I can't stand any more... I beg you..."
"Are you going to be good and obedient, Giles?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, I promise, anything..." he said in anguish.
"I can't make any promises, Giles, because there is still more hurt to come. But I can promise that if you are naughty or disobedient, you will be hurt more often, and much more painfully" said Victoria.
"No... I swear... please..." he said.
"Who's turn next then?" said Victoria "Amy"
"I want to make him hurt some more" said Amy.
"Well that's your prerogative, Amy. What would you like to do to him?" said Victoria evenly.
"No....! Please Amy, please Victoria.... I've had enough... I can't take anymore... I'm going to die..." pleaded Giles in abject terror and utter despair.
"Giles, stop being such a baby! Grow up and take it like a man, for heaven's sake!" said Victoria "With the pain you've inflicted on other people, on poor Helen here, I'd have thought you'd have been a bit more able to take it yourself."
Giles just cried and shook, not knowing how he could get himself out of this nightmare.
"I want everyone to give Giles a spanking" said Amy "A very hard, and very long spanking. And I want Helen to go last. I'm going to go first though."
CHAPTER FORTY THREE
"Maybe we could get Giles to clean up the vomit first" suggested Emily "It doesn't smell very nice."
"Yes, good idea Emily" said Victoria "Giles clean up that mess. I want the floor spotless. Use the towel and the bathwater!"
Giles put his pain wracked body to work, but unlike his body - he didn't complain. Paul retreated behind the drape and pulled out an upright chair, settling it in a suitably central spot. Amy sat in it, waiting patiently.
When Giles had finished, he obediently stood with his hands on his head again, awaiting further instructions. The pain is in his balls wouldn't allow him to stand quite straight, and so he was hunched slightly forwards.
Amy patted her knee "Come over here for your spanking, Giles" she said.
Giles moved, taking up a position at Amy's side, and when she gestured, he bent over her lap very carefully. He rested his hands on the floor, and lowered his groin into her lap very slowly. Amy patted his bottom, and Giles suddenly felt very vulnerable, very humiliated.
"I want you to be a good boy and not struggle" said Amy "If you do I am going to have to hold you down by grabbing your balls."
"I'll be good!" Giles exclaimed quickly. Amy began spanking him. She smacked his cheeks alternately, as hard as she could, but was disappointed at how quickly her hand hurt. She did her best, but wasn't able to keep it up for very long. Nevertheless Giles felt every smack, and although he had suffered much worse at the hands of his step-mother, each smack hurt. Giles had suffered so much humiliation since he had fallen into the hands of the gang that he had almost grown used to it. But being in this embarrassing and vulnerable position, laid naked over a ten year old girl's lap, being spanked, filled him with fresh humiliation. Girls were so inferior, so undeserving of any respect, that Giles took the spanking very hard. He cried at the shame of it.
Amy rubbed his bottom again, disappointed at how little redness, how little heat, she had managed to introduce. "Alison next" she said "Up, Giles, up!"
Giles lifted himself carefully and waited for Amy to rise and for Alison to sit. Once she was in position, she pulled Giles down over her lap and pushed him down, rather than letting him settle at his own pace. Giles whimpered, partly in pain as his balls swung more violently that he'd wanted, and partly in humiliation at going over yet another girl's lap.
Alison took her time; placing a firm hand on his bottom she rubbed it first. To increase the anticipation, Alison raised her hand high and held it there for a few seconds before bringing it crashing down hard. Giles yelped as the sting leapt upon him and he bucked causing his groin further pain. Alison was very pleased with the result and so she repeated the process; and again, and again. Giles tears of shame began to be reinforced by tears of pain, and he began squirming. This squirming caused yet further pain as his testicles moved round beneath him and increased his pitiful wailings further.
Alison had no intention of being merciful; quite the contrary, and she continued smacking him hard: arm raised high; brief pause; high powered descent; sharp smacking pain and sharp smacking sound, until she could bear the pain in her hand no longer.
"Get up, you pathetic little girl!" said Alison to cover any sign that she might be in discomfort. Giles rose, crying, and brought his hands round to rub his bottom. Alison smacked his hands away, and then smacked his bottom sharply one last time. "Don't you dare rub your bottom until you're told you can!"
"Ben" said Amy.
Alison got up, gave Ben an encouraging kiss, and stood aside to let him sit in the chair. Giles fidgeted from foot to foot in pain. Ben sat rather embarrassedly, not quite able to bring himself to pull Giles over his lap, or to issue a command, so instead he busied himself with straightening imaginary creases in his jeans. Alison, growing impatient, smacked Giles on the bottom again "Go on, get down, or do you want me to play with your nuts again?"
Giles went down like a French tart on rent day, and Ben squirmed uncomfortably at this intimate naked male contact. He looked at Alison with something like pleading in his eyes.
"Just smack him!" said Alison, exasperated, "Boys! I'm beginning to agree with Amy!"
Ben started smacking Giles, with little enthusiasm, and equally little force. Alison shook her head in despair. "Victoria?" she said "Can we give Ben smacking lessons? He really looks like he needs it!"
"Leave him alone, he's doing just fine" said Victoria.
"Well maybe I could have smacking lessons then" said Alison "Using Ben as a model"
"It didn't look to me like you needed smacking lessons" said Victoria.
Alison stomped a frustrated little foot.
Ben stopped delivering his spanking after half a dozen smacks; the minimum he thought he'd be allowed. With the pain already warming his bottom, Giles had still suffered from this feeble attempt, and although the humiliation of lying over a twelve year old boy's lap being spanked naked was not as bad as over a girl's, he still felt that as well.
"Can you get up please?" asked Ben, with some discomfort. Giles got up, and Ben rubbed the presence of Giles from his trousers and stood aside.
"Emily please" said Amy.
Emily took her seat confidently and with relish. She still owed Giles, and the humiliation of having to lift her skirt, and pull down her knickers so that Giles could feast his gloating eyes on her pussy was burning fresh in her mind. She reached over the short distance and seized his limp penis in her hand. She used it to drag him closer, and then down on her lap. She held him down, his penis still tightly gripped in her hand, and she pushed her knuckles up into his balls making him groan loudly in pain.
"Move, even an inch you pathetic little girl, and I'm going to crush your bollocks and keep crushing them until I'm done whipping you bare sorry arse!" Emily said savagely.
Giles whimpered and tried to hold his body as still and rigid as possible. Emily started spanking him. She didn't alternate buttocks; she concentrated on one for a while and then switched to the other. Then she returned to the first again, and so on. Giles had difficulty staying still. Emily hit him hard, he was sore. Each impact drove his bottom and his groin downwards and his balls impacted on Emily's knuckles with a nauseating pain.
"Stop! Please stop!" screamed Giles in agony. As afraid of Emily's threat to crush his testicles as he was, he could not help himself but squirm and struggle to try to escape the sickening gut wrenching pain. Emily had made her threat with every intention of carrying it out, but faced with the pitiful sight of Giles suffering so badly, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She hadn't weakened to the point of feeling sorry for him, but she had reached the point where she couldn't torture his testicles any more. On the other hand she was well aware that to fail to carry out her threat would make her appear weak, not only to Giles but to the rest of the gang as well. And she could not bear that. She pretended not to notice his violent motions; she flattened her hand a little so that her knuckles wouldn't protrude upwards, and kept spanking him while she tried to consider a way out for them both.
Emily stopped spanking him suddenly and shouted "Giles! What did I say I was going to do if you moved even an inch?"
Giles renewed his bawling and mumbled something incomprehensible at the floor.
"I can't hear you, stand up!" Emily barked, trying to sound angry, and a lot meaner than she was feeling. She released her grip on his penis and Giles stood whimpering. He brought his hands up, and placed them together in front of his chest as though he was praying "Please, not my balls!" he begged. He threw himself to his knees, wrapped his arms around Emily's legs and bawled like a baby. They could just make out an almost incoherent "Not my baaaaalls!"
Emily was so moved that she was nearly brought to tears, and seeing her distress Victoria quickly crossed to her side. She put an arm around Emily's shoulders and bent to whisper to her. When she was done she gave Emily a kiss on the cheek, a quick pat on the shoulder, and retreated back to Paul mouthing a silent 'She's alright' to him.
"Giles, get up, now!" Emily shouted. Giles got up, still bawling. Tears and snot streamed down his face alluvially. His whole body quaked violently in fear, and his knees knocked audibly.
"Giles, I am prepared to be merciful with you just this once. If you will make me a promise I will spare your balls for now" said Emily, trying to keep her voice as strict and unwavering as possible.
"I'll promise, I promise, whatever it is... I promise" bawled Giles.
"You don't know what I'm going to ask yet" said Emily, a little surprised.
"I don't care, anything..." he said.
"Anything? Are you sure Giles?" she asked and forced her hand claw like towards his groin as encouragement.
"Yeeeeeesss! Anything...." He yelled as his eyes bulged at the terrifying threat approaching him.
"Then I want you to promise that you will be my slave for evermore" she said tentatively.
"I will" he said.
"I don't think you understand Giles. I mean you will be my slave for ever more. You will do whatever I tell you without any argument whatsoever" she said.
"Yeeess! Please I will, I promise, anything" Giles renewed his bawling again, and Emily realised her hand was still advancing toward him. She dropped it down to her lap. Giles took a huge breath, and started hiccupping.
"I want you to be absolutely sure you understand Giles. If I tell you strip naked in the middle of class at school I will expect you to do it" said Emily "If I ask you to go home, strip naked and masturbate in front of you mother and father, you will do it. If I ask you beg your entire scout troop to take you up the arse, you will do it!"
"Yeeeeesss!" screamed Giles "Anything!"
"That's easy to say now, Giles. Later, when you're away from here, when you've had a chance to recover, you might change your mind. You might renege"
"Noooo, I won't, I swear it!" he howled.
"If you do Giles. If you fail to keep your promise, we will bring you back here and we will crush your bollocks slowly over a long period of time, with kicks and punches and stamps until you are in much worse pain than now. And then... and then... we'll take a big hammer and squash them permanently and irrevocably flat!" said Emily with force.
"I won't... I'll keep my promise!" he yelled.
"Giles, come here!" said Victoria.
Giles wailed and looked between Emily and Victoria, not knowing what to do. He didn't want to disobey Victoria, but he didn't want to abandon Emily until she was finished with him, unless she grew angry, changed her mind.
Emily waved a hand at him "Go on! Victoria wants you!"
Giles was so grateful he actually said "Thank you, thank you!" and dashed to Victoria.
"Giles" said Victoria, Emily has let you off having your bollocks crushed just this one time, for squirming when she spanked you. You do realise that we will still crush your bollocks if you give any of the rest of us any trouble. And we may just do it for fun"
"Please don't, Victoria, I'm begging you..." whimpered Giles.
"If you show any disobedience and we have to unleash our dislike on you again I expect your bollocks are going to be a prime target, especially for Alison... and Helen" said Victoria, and at the mention of her name Helen snarled viciously at Giles. Giles jumped aside, away from Helen and let out a terrified whine. The very real probability of this treatment caused Giles to bawl like a baby again and fall to the floor in despair.
"However, I can arrange it so that, just for the rest of your time with us today, no-one will hurt your balls any more" said Victoria.
"Oh thank you!" sobbed Giles, and sniffing he crawled towards Victoria to grab her feet in supplication. Victoria kicked him away.
"But only if you make the same promise to all of us that you made to Emily" she said.
"Yes..." he said "I promise"
"So you will be the slave of everyone here present and you will obey every command, at any time, in any place, with the same sanction for failing. No matter what they tell you to do!" said Victoria.
"I will, I will, anything please, just don't hurt me..." he begged.
"Giles, we're still going to hurt you, just not your bollocks" said Victoria.
"Yeees, okay I promise!" he said.
Victoria sat back 'That was easier than I thought it was going to be' she thought.
"Now who's next for the spanking Amy?" asked Victoria.
"Um, Paul" said Amy.
"Good choice" said Victoria and she gave Paul an enigmatic smile, that made him both blush and hard at the same time.
"I don't want you over my lap, Giles, so... on the floor, on your back and put your legs up as if your having a nappy put on" said Paul.
Giles quickly complied. "I need a volunteer - Alison, will you help me darling?"
"You bet" said Alison dashing over.
"Hold his legs down" said Paul.
"Okay" said Alison forcing Giles' legs down over his head.
"I want you to know Giles that this is really going to hurt, because you've pissed me off" said Paul.
"No, I'm sorry, please don't" said Giles.
"See that girl over there" said Paul pointing at Emily.
"Yes" said Giles.
"I love that girl, and you upset her, and that pissed me off. You see that girl there." He said pointing at Alison.
"Yes" said Giles. Alison gave him a little wave.
"I love her too, and you upset her, Giles, a lot, and that really pissed me off" said Paul "And do you know what else Giles?" said Paul.
"No?" said Giles, his voice shaking.
"That girl over there" said Paul pointing to Victoria "By upsetting Alison and Emily, you really upset her too. And that, Giles, super pissed me off."
"Sorry?" said Giles.
"So, now I'm going to unload some of that pissed-offness on your arse" said Paul, taking several paces away from Giles. Paul took a run up, swinging a wild arm from high above his shoulder and down past his legs to give Giles an almighty wallop on his upturned bottom. Giles howled as the sound exploded around the room.
Paul repeated this manoeuvre a dozen times while Alison held his legs down and Giles howled. After the dozen Paul stopped, and caught his breath.
"You get a really good view of his bumhole from here" said Alison "And his balls, and I hate to worry anyone, but they look really big and swollen."
"Never mind" said Victoria "I'm sure the swelling will go down. Let's just hope it's before he gives us a reason to smash his balls again"
"Victoria, I'd like you to go next please" said Amy "I'm saving Helen for last, see."
"Good idea" said Victoria "Giles, be a good boy and come over here please."
Alison released Giles' legs and he got to his feet with pitiful groans and hurried to Victoria's side.
"Now ask me very politely for a spanking on your naughty bottom, Giles" said Victoria.
"Please will you spank me on my naughty bottom" said Giles quietly.
"Yes, Giles, it will be a pleasure. You may drape your revolting body over my beautiful lap, but if you make a mess of my jeans, Giles, I will be forced to do something quite excruciatingly painful to you. Do you understand?" said Victoria.
"Yes" he said, lowering himself carefully into Victoria's lap.
"I suppose your bottom must be getting quite painful now" said Victoria.
"Yes" said Giles "Please, it does hurt, don't..." Giles began.
"Stop asking us not to hurt you, Giles. It's pathetic" said Victoria "You know we have to hurt you, it's for your own good, and we enjoy it. You wouldn't want to spoil our fun would you?" asked Victoria.
"No" mumbled Giles reluctantly.
"So from now on I don't want to hear you say that. What I want to hear is you asking us to hurt you. Would you like to practise?" said Victoria.
Giles thought about it briefly and knew he had no real choice in his answer.
"Please... hurt... m.m.me" he said.
"It will be my pleasure, Giles" said Victoria.
Victoria started spanking Giles, slowly and relatively mildly, but building up power and speed as she went. Giles was yelping and squirming from the first, and by the last he was bucking and writhing and bawling again.
"Get up, Giles, inspect my jeans very carefully and tell me if you've made any mess on them" said Victoria. Giles rose, still crying and with great trepidation stared at Victoria's lap.
"They're clean" he said with great relief.
"Would you like to see my pussy, Giles?" asked Victoria.
Giles paused, then "Yes, please."
"Well you can't. Only nice boys I like can see my pussy, Giles, and you are a revolting despicable boy I do not like" said Victoria "I think it's time you reported to Helen, don't you?"
Giles looked terrified, but he hauled his shaking body slowly over to Helen, with his head down, unable to look her in the eye.
"What do you say, Giles?" asked Victoria.
"Please will you spank me on my naughty bottom" asked Giles quietly.
"No not that Giles, the other one!" said Victoria.
Giles swallowed hard "P.p.p.p.lease... hur... hurt me" he said.
"I'm going to, Giles, really really hurt you" said Helen, her face screwing up into a mask of hatred. She grabbed him by the limp penis, pinching it hard, and dragged him closer. She grabbed his ear and pinched that too. Giles shrieked, and she pulled him by the ear over her lap.
"Can I bite him?" asked Helen.
"Well, only if he misbehaves" said Victoria.
"Misbehave, you bastard!" said Helen, shocking even herself at her coarse language, but she didn't care anymore. The rules had changed; all of them.
Once Giles was settled over her lap, the shame of being in this position with his ten year old step-sister suddenly hit him and he started crying again. Helen braced herself and the hatred within her boiled up. She started smacking him. She hit him as hard as she could, and she hit him as fast as she could. The blows came down like a Gene Kruper drum solo, and Giles was stunned by the pain which built to an agonising fire at the speed of light. There was no relenting, no pause, just lightening fast smacks on and on, long after Helen's hand had grown painful, long after her arm ached. And Giles bawled and squirmed until he could take no more. He tried to struggle away from Helen, and as soon as he started his slow and desperate escape she swooped like an eagle. Her teeth sank straight into his bottom and he screamed. She sank her teeth deeper and savaged him.
Paul and Victoria closed in quickly and with some difficulty pulled her off.
"Helen, I said control yourself. Remember what I said!" said Victoria.
"You said I could bite him" said Helen "You said I could if he misbehaved and he did."
Victoria sighed "I did" she confessed "But I think that's enough biting for now."
Victoria gave Giles a kick, not too hard, in the side of the ribs "Up you get, Giles" she said.
Once again Giles climbed painfully to his feet and stood with his hands on his head.
"It's Paul's turn to test your obedience now, Giles. Paul?"
Giles moved sideways, turned, his hands on his head. He didn't look Paul in the eye, and he hoped that Paul's anger had been assuaged by the fierce spanking he'd received from him. He hoped he wasn't going to hurt him any more. He waited; tears still streaming down his face his body shaking.
"Giles, you are now our slave. You have promised to do whatever we want you to do, wherever you are, and at any time. You have been a craven coward, and a pathetic little baby. You deserve no respect, no dignity, and you should be stripped of any shred of self respect that remains" said Paul his voice serious and ominous "To teach you that you are now no more than our plaything, our slave, to drive this lesson home, I am going to make you my catamite."
Giles remained shaking. He didn't like any of what Paul was telling him, but 'Cata' what?
"Bend over and touch your toes, Giles, and stay down in that position until I give you permission to get up" said Paul.
With much pain and discomfort Giles did as he was told. Paul moved up behind him and with a slight sigh undid his trousers. Victoria moved over to Paul's side. This had been her idea, and Paul yet again, was the instrument of her vengeance. She helped Paul. She pulled his trousers and pants down to his ankles and then stroked him to hardness. She kissed him. It was a kiss that promised rewards to come.
Erect and ready, Paul placed his hands on Giles's hips. The rest of the gang watched, but Helen stared goggle eyed. She didn't know what Paul was going to do; had no inkling of normal sexual activity let alone buggery, but the sight of Paul's erect penis entranced her. She had seen her first erection only a short while ago, but Giles' erection had not attracted her. She had enjoyed it, his totem of shame, his humiliation at having to expose it publicly, but had not liked 'it'. Paul's was different; it fascinated her as an object in itself. She wanted to touch it, to stroke it. She wanted to hold it close to her and cuddle it like it was a doll or teddy bear. She wanted... she didn't know what she wanted, but there was something... something else.
Paul took a hand from Giles' hip and used it to guide himself carefully to his target. As he entered Giles, Giles suddenly yelped and stood up straight "Nooooo!"
Victoria grabbed Giles hair and forced him down again "Giles, one more refusal from you to do as you're told and your balls are history. You promised - anything. Do you remember? - Anything!" she shouted.
Giles wailed and returned to his wretched, emasculating position. Victoria released his hair.
"I've a good mind to kill him anyway" said Victoria, under her breath but loud enough for Giles to hear. Giles tried to remain very still and quiet.
Paul began again, re-entering Giles. His gentleness was not out of concern for Giles, but was out of concern for his own delicate penis. Once he had entered fully, the gentleness ceased. He rammed himself forcefully in and out causing Giles to lose his balance. Giles had to take his hands off his ankles and brace himself on the floor to avoid toppling with Paul on top of him.
Helen didn't understand what was happening; didn't know what she was saying, but she shouted "Do him! Do him! Do him!"
Paul leaned his head back and let out an "Aaaarrrrrhhhhh!" as he came and his spunk shot deep inside Giles. A high pitched keening sound erupted from Giles as if he understood that suddenly things had changed; as if he understood deep down in his soul somewhere that this act symbolised something irrevocably damning.
He was right.
Paul retreated "Giles you are no longer a man, no longer even a boy, you are now a pathetic grovelling little girl" said Paul "Get up and lick my penis clean, like a good little girl"
Giles got up, his face drawn and his manner even more submissive than it had been a few moments before. He knelt before Paul and took him in his mouth again, washing Paul's limp penis with his tongue. When he'd finished Giles remained on his knees with his head down, and Victoria handed Paul a flannel to remove Giles' saliva.
"From now on Giles you will be called Gillian, a name of your own choosing. Whenever you are in our company you will respond to that name" said Victoria "What's your name Giles?"
"Gillian" said Giles.
"It is now time for my test of your obedience Gillian" said Victoria "But first a question: What do girls not have that boys have?"
Giles thought for a moment but there were too many possible answers: intelligence; courage; integrity; loyalty; pride; strength; respect; authority; superiority - he didn't dare offer any of these.
"What's dangling between your legs, Gillian?" asked Victoria.
"A penis" he said quickly.
"That's right. A little girl like Gillian shouldn't have one should she?" said Victoria.
Giles looked up at Victoria in fear. He couldn't figure out what she was saying, what she was meaning. Emily, on cue, collected the bolt-cutters from the wall where they had been projecting their menacing promise all along, and brought them to Victoria.
"Stand up Giles" said Victoria.
Giles stood, trembling, his eyes wide with fear "What? No, you're not going to..."
Paul had discarded the flannel and had dressed himself; he stood impassively now at Giles' side.
Giles hands were hovering nervously in front of his penis, in case he had to protect himself.
"Hands on your head, Giles" said Victoria coldly. Very slowly, his eyes never leaving the bolt-cutters, he put his hands on his head.
Shattered, Giles could only weep and plead when Victoria placed the bolt-cutters against his groin and drew his penis and testicles between the cold sharp blades.
"No, no, don't, please not that... Oh God!" he begged, his eyes widening further, his nostrils flaring, his breathing in a heavy, ragged, rapid torrent.
"Giles, you should be grateful" said Victoria "No more pain in your balls, and we won't be able to squash them any more. We'll keep them in a jar, and if you're a very good boy we might let you visit them once in a while." Victoria began closing the blades slowly."No.... no .... Oh God! Please Oh God! Help me....." he screamed.
Paul grabbed Victoria, pulled her away from Giles "No" he said "Victoria don't, we've gone far enough" he sounded convincing.
"Get off!" shouted Victoria.
"Castrate him and be done with it" shouted Emily with feeling.
"Let me crush his bollocks one last time first" said Alison with fury. Alison moved towards Giles quickly and with purposes, but Ben grabbed her; wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back
"I think it's okay Victoria, I think he's sorry now and he'll do what we say" said Ben, so carried away by the reality of the drama that he was hardly acting at all.
"He's not sorry enough, and this bastard's having a sex change operation - the hard way" Victoria shoved Paul off and reapplied the bolt-cutters.
Giles was frozen in terror and couldn't move. Even if he had been able to mobilise his paralysed limbs he wasn't sure he'd have the courage. To disobey would be an almost suicidal invitation for more pain, more suffering, but would it be worse, or better? Giles had got to the stage where he just couldn't think any more. All options were so appalling that his brain refused to choose between them and it just locked up.
Victoria began closing the blades again, and this time to the point that they began pinching Giles' scrotum, on the verge of cutting through his flesh. Again Paul grabbed her and pulled her away. This time the bolt-cutters fell to the floor with a noisy metallic clatter. Ben had to hold Alison tight as she struggled to free herself; struggled to get to the bolt-cutters to finish what Victoria had started. Emily rushed at Giles and grabbed him from behind, holding his as securely as she could.
"I'll hold him, chop them off!" she yelled.
"Let me at him!" shrieked Alison.
"Paul! Let go, let go you bastard, I'm going to castrate him!" shouted Victoria also fighting for her freedom.
Inspired by the atmosphere, Giles' terror, and the awesome prospect of her step-brother having his willy cut off, Helen dashed forward and grabbed the bolt-cutters. She rammed them painfully into Giles groin and started opening the blades and sliding Giles' balls in between them. This was not part of the plan, but everyone was so involved in their own part in this drama that they hadn't noticed.
Continued in Chapter Forty Four