Paul stopped. For a minute he just gently stroked the beautiful pearly skin of Victoria's bottom. Victoria continued to sob, and her hands came up to Paul's thigh; she held on for security; feeling safer that way.
Paul bent towards her and planted kisses all over her buttocks until every square centimetre had been kissed many times. His lips felt cool and comforting to her, like little fishes nibbling in a natural pool.
Victoria felt relief flood through her; felt a great many weights lifted, and she relaxed in a way that she hadn't for a long time. Paul pulled her up, and pulled her to him. She kissed him passionately; hungrily.
"Thank you" she said.
"You're welcome" he replied.
"Take me?" she asked hesitantly.
Paul lifted her, lay her on the floor, and he took her.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Intimate knowledge of the local terrain is an invaluable aid in many endeavours, and especially so when spying on others unfamiliar with the surroundings. The gang lay on a low bluff overlooking the edge of the lake that would host the initiations. Adequate cover was provided by long grass, but they knew that in the dark of approaching midnight they wouldn't be seen from below.
The lake wasn't large and hardly deserved the title lake at all. It was a sizeable pool; the last vestige of an old quarry that had filled, or been filled, with water. At one end two streams fed it; at the other a broader stream emptied it. The shore was littered with the detritus of years of environmentally unfriendly casual swimmers, and the few shy skinny dippers that snuck out here on brave warm nights.
A couple of boats, a hangover from aborted council dreams of a profitable leisure attraction, bobbed near tall reeds. A small wooden pier failed to impose the land's will over the water; this tentative invasion an attractive location for boys to run and jump into the water.
Trees and bushes and long grass ran around the lake secluding the place from the forest which served to seclude it further. A mile from the scout camp, as the crow flies, with sound deadening trees between. A place where little boys and little girls could play and shout and scream with no risk of waking their booze filled supervisors.
The sky was clear; the moon was full; and the stars watched, twinkling with anticipation. The gang had an excellent view. Victoria held a camcorder equipped with night vision and an impressive zoom; Emily lay on Paul's right, and was armed with a digital camera and a small tripod. She wasn't expecting much, but felt she ought to make the effort anyway. Paul, lying on Victoria's right, had binoculars. He too had to rely on natural light and kept focusing on a boat or a tree, to get the range, get used to the dimness of the image. Ben, on Victoria's left, used nothing but his own excellent eyesight, as did Alison on his left, and Amy on Alison's.
They still had no plan more sophisticated than: see what happens and make it up as we go along. All six of them were excited, both at the prospect of what they might be about to witness, and by the fear of being caught. Victoria had contemplated insisting on taking Ben naked, as part of his training. She had changed her mind, mostly on the basis that their trip though the forest and their lying in cover would likely be physically demanding on his naked flesh.
Victoria lay smiling. Her bottom was still warm and she felt content. She alternated loving pats, to her right on Paul's bottom and to her left on Ben's, as they waited.
Not far past midnight they began to hear furtive movements, and shortly after that shadowy figures emerged and made their way towards the trees below them.
There had been earnest discussions; heated debates; and tough negotiations between the senior boys and girls about what was to transpire here tonight. Initially the boys had insisted that all the girls would have to be initiated, since none of them had been before - unlike the boys. Katherine had flatly refused, and pointed out that only the first timers were initiated, and the fact that this was simply a consequence of the others having already been initiated would not move her. Katherine won that argument. Next they argued over the order of the initiations. Katherine wanted the girls to go first. She knew, although she didn't explain this, that this would mean that the new boys would not see the girls' initiations, but the new girls would see the boys'. It would also mean that anything the boys did to the girls could be reciprocated with justification, and the boys would not be able to take advantage of the girls' superior imaginations, unleashed on the boys, when it came for the girls' turn. Katherine won this argument. Finally they had argued over their respective roles. The boys had intended for the girls to be observers, not participants, but Katherine wanted the girls fully involved in the boys' initiations. Dangling the prospect of the boys being able to participate in the girls' initiations, and not just observe, acted as a small carrot, but it wasn't in and of itself enough to carry the argument. Katherine won the argument all the same. When the meeting broke up, the senior boys left with considerably less respect for Rob than they'd had going in, and the girls left thinking that boys weren't so smart after all.
Figures began to coalesce below the ridge; shadows sharpened to recognisable shapes. They could see Mark stood close to Oliver, the girls who had tormented Ben, Rob, Katherine, and most of the others. A quick head count by Victoria revealed four missing boys, and she supposed these were to be initiated after the girls were done with. The scouts' excitement was hushed but palpable as they milled about uncertainly at the prospect of this new and unfamiliar ritual. No one really knew what was going to happen, and the boys who waited with breathless excitement didn't dare believe that they might actually see a girl naked.
Who those girls were was obvious. Mean and Moody, looking meaner and moodier than ever, was being held by her two friends Nubile Pretty and Sour and Gangly. They did not look underjoyed at their task. The other was being held by an equally happy girl, and a delighted looking lumpy boy. This poor soul was Lucy, or Pig-tails and Freckles; the girl who had been tasked with removing Mark's pink knickers earlier.
Hands jiggled in pockets as the boys' anticipation expressed itself physically, but no-one spoke. There were nervous coughs, giggles, and the shuffling of feet, but no words were exchanged between the members of the assembled company.
Finally, with a deep breath, Katherine stepped up "Bring the initiates forward" she said in what she hoped was an authoritative voice. Mean and moody, full of resentment and defiance, was dragged, while Lucy, filled with fear and embarrassment, was simply encouraged.
Katherine gave each of them a long hard stare "You will be initiated tonight, as all those present have been initiated before you" she lied. For a start none of the other girls had been initiated at all, and the boys who had, underwent a quite different treatment to what was in store for these initiates.
"You will obey the will of the patrol or face dire consequences" she continued "Consequences that will be far worse than the initiation, and you will be ostracised."
Mean and Moody glared with insolent eyes, and Pig-tails and Freckles trembled and inhaled sharply.
"Initiates will strip to their underwear" said Katherine.
Eyes darting left and right, face blushing crimson, Lucy began undressing; fearful of what might happen if she refused. Mean and Moody continued to stare disobediently.
"If you don't submit to the initiation Sharon I'll have the boys strip you naked" threatened Katherine. Mean and Moody stood immobile, assessing the veracity of this threat. Looking round at the slavering boys, she's concluded that it was a lot more likely than she cared to test. Mean and Moody began a begrudging disrobement.
Lucy was done long before Sharon and she stood shivering, despite the warmth of the night air, an arm across her trainer bra and a hand over the front of her knickers. Sharon protected herself not with her hands, but with an expression like a Rottweiler with a hangover.
"Tie them to the sacrificial posts" said Katherine, making it up as she went along.
Scouts looked around them, searching for what might be considered posts of a sacrificial nature.
"There!" said Katherine in exasperation, pointing to two young beech trees a few yards apart. Willing hands seized the initiates and brought them to their posts. There was a delay while boys rummaged around in pockets for string, or anything else that could be used to tie the girls, since the seniors had forgotten to prepare any equipment.
At the merest suggestion from Oliver, Mark stepped forward and volunteered his belt with a lack of enthusiasm which did not match the gesture. Above them, Victoria raised an eyebrow and whispered "Interesting."
With the initiates bound the others gathered round. Pocket jiggling had intensified as the girls arms had been bound high above their heads, and despite the fact neither of the girls could be described as pretty, they were nonetheless girls, in their underwear, tied to a tree.
Mean and Moody threw angry threatening glares at them, whirling them round in front of her like a pair of expertly wielded nunchakus. Her flabby chest was bare, and the first buddings of breasts were largely concealed by her unnatural shape. If she wore knickers they were not visible from the front, as her overhanging belly obscured the view. From the back, her dark green bloomers were huge as they spread across an immense expanse of obese buttocks.
Lucy hung, head down, red-faced and tearful; threatening no-one and trying to will herself invisible. Her white trainer bra sagged across her un-needy chest, and a tiny triangle of dark green knickers was just visible between her crossed legs.
"We will begin with the tickling" said Katherine "Scouts! Tickle!"
The crowd pressed forwards at this surprise opportunity to get their hands on bare flesh. Lucy was mobbed; hands all over her. There wasn't a great deal of tickling going on, mostly she was groped and fondled, and she shrieked and struggled helplessly.
Mean and Moody was ignored until the boys at the back, pressing to get at Lucy, finally conceded defeat and turned on her as a slightly better option than inactivity. They didn't do as much groping and fondling as squeezing and pinching. Mean and Moody issued enraged stares, threats, and insults, but the boys were too present in the now to concern themselves with some vaguely possible future fate.
"The tickling is done" announced Katherine.
The boys tormenting Sharon were glad for the excuse to retreat back to their places; those surrounding Lucy took a little longer to come to order. Katherine looked at Sharon and Lucy briefly, and then turned her attention to the boys. She wasn't sure how they would react, but she was hopeful.
"Scouts - should the initiates lose their underwear?" she yelled.
"Yes!" came an excited chorus of shouts from the boys. Katherine smiled to herself. The precedent was set. When the boys' turns came to be initiated no one could complain when she ordered them stripped naked, and no-one could blame her for the order. The scouts themselves had demanded it.
"As most senior of the boys this duty falls to Rob" said Katherine, setting up her own role for later.
Rob stepped forward, not entirely happily. He looked first at Lucy then Sharon. He sighed and grimaced, heading to Sharon first. "Save the best to last' he thought. Without ceremony, and devoid of delight, he grabbed Sharon's knickers at the back, and with every effort to avoid his hand coming into contact with her fat arse, he wrenched them down. All the while Mean and Moody screamed at him threateningly.
"Is she the one who grabbed your willy, Ben?" asked Victoria quietly.
"Yeh" said Ben, blushing.
Rob backed away, his ears ringing, and a great cheer went up amongst the others. He turned to Lucy, and although she was no beauty she was at least a lot more attractive than Sharon. He took her bra and fumbled a while until he eventually pulled it free. Another cheer went up, despite Lucy's flat chest looking no different from any of the boys'. Rob stooped for the next part, and this time he approached from the front. Lucy just sobbed, but didn't shout or threaten, or even plead. Rob drew her knickers down, exposing a young and hairless virgin pussy. More cheers followed this unveiling and Rob backed away, disappointed.
"Let the naked tickling begin" announced Katherine, and Lucy was mobbed again. Hands spread all over her body, but none of the boys was bold enough to violate her uniquely feminine parts. The boys were not so shy with her chest, nor her bottom, and as before the amount of actual tickling was insignificant.
Even the boys at the back, who had no chance of getting their hands on Lucy, pressed on regardless. Mean and Moody hung alone; ignored. Katherine, enjoying her commanding role, shouted again "Mark, Oliver... do Sharon"
Mark looked at Katherine as if she'd just asked him to eviscerate himself. He replied "No way!"
"I can't wait to get back home and tell your sister about your new taste in girls' clothes" said Katherine.
"Aw, fuck!" said Mark "You'd better not." He trudged across to Sharon and stared at her unattractive fatness. Oliver joined him with a smile. "She's a whale" shouted Mark in disgust. Oliver leaned close and whispered something to Mark, and at first he shook his head. It took more urgent whispering from Oliver before Mark finally nodded and stepped closer to Sharon. Mean and Moody was feeling especially mean and especially moody, and she described all manner of unpleasant things she was going to do to Mark if he dared to touch her.
Mark leaned forward, his face drawn back like a mummy's and kissed her; a quick, reluctant, stabbing kiss. Oliver poked Mark in the back with a sharp finger, and Mark leaned forward again and kept his hard unyielding lips in contact with Sharon's for longer. His hand rubbed her flabby breasts, and the other slapped flatly on an obese buttock. What for the gang watching above was no more than five seconds, was for Mark an eternity, and finally, hoping that Oliver was satisfied, he retreated spitting, wiping his mouth, shaking his hands violently as if to dry them.
Oliver pulled Mark aside; turned him so they wouldn't be seen by Sharon or by Katherine or the others. Victoria, using the zoom on her camera had an excellent view. Oliver began unbuttoning Mark's shorts, and Mark was objecting in loud whispers. A warning look from Oliver was all that was needed to convert Mark to indignant silence. Oliver slid his hand inside of Mark's pants and played with his willy bringing it back to its pre-Sharon stiffness.
"Very interesting" said Victoria quietly.
Oliver suddenly spun Mark round and he shouted "Mark's got a stiffy from kissing Sharon."
The raucous groping of Lucy stopped; heads turned, and suddenly there was an eruption of laughter. Every boy present had an erection, and they thought it likely it would remain even if they had kissed Sharon, but this was not a court of law, this was the justice of the playground.
"Mark fancies Sharon" someone shouted.
"He wants to fuck her!" shouted someone else.
"He's got the horn for the fatty"
"Give her one Mark!"
"He must be gay!"
Other shouts, taunts and accusations joined together in a mass of humiliation and Mark dropped his head, a tear coming to his eye, unable to deny so many taunts at once. This gave Katherine an idea and she ran through it quickly; wondering.
Oliver was by nature a sweet and timid boy. He had never been cruel, never been bossy, and had never had any influence with anyone - not even his seven year old sister. But when they had finally returned from the den and found some privacy, Mark had begged him not to say anything about what had happened. Oliver had had no intention of telling anyone, but Mark kept on. Mark didn't mention it specifically, in fact he specifically didn't mention it, but Oliver knew that Mark especially wanted to keep secret the fact he had sucked Oliver's erect penis. At first irritating, Mark's pleadings started to become attractive. He started to enjoy the way Mark fawned over him, anxious to please, making promises in return for silence. Oliver had sensed that their relationship had changed. Instead of him following Mark around, looking up to the more mature boy; he felt that the power had shifted and he might be able to influence Mark. He experimented, with small things, getting Mark to do jobs for him, and as the requests became bolder and Mark began to balk, he found that he only had to raise the threat of lifting his vow of silence to force acquiescence. After everyone had gone to their tents to retire for the night; to get a nap before the late night initiations, Oliver had taken Mark off into the forest. Oliver confirmed his new authority for both of them by forcing Mark to suck on his erect penis again. Oliver was intent on exploiting this new relationship at every opportunity.
Katherine shouted again, attempting to restore some kind of order "The naked tickling is done! Now begins the kissing of the knob." Katherine tried hard not to giggle, but she couldn't quite manage it. Rob looked over at her, surprised, wondering what she meant.
"Scouts!" she shouted "Seize Mark!"
Mark was quickly seized and dragged over to Katherine.
"Are you a good scout, prepared to sacrifice yourself for the benefit of your brothers and sisters?" asked Katherine solemnly. Mark, having no idea where this was going, but wanting to do something to gain acceptance and put a stop to the jibes nodded, and weakly said "Yes."
He was sorry very soon afterwards when Katherine pointed a finger straight at his groin and shouted "Expose the knob!"
Eager hands swarmed his shorts, and despite Mark's struggles and protests his shorts and pants were roughly pulled down. Katherine stared at his erect penis and giggled. She had seen it before of course, but the experience was still novel for her.
"Release the initiates and bring them" announced Katherine.
Scouts dispersed, but unevenly. Lucy was again mobbed as an unnecessarily large number of hands competed to free her. Sharon was dealt with a great deal more reluctantly. Both girls were brought naked before Katherine and forced to kneel. At Katherine's direction Mark was pushed in front of Sharon, his erection bobbing embarrassingly before him.
"Kiss the knob!" ordered Katherine, but Mean and Moody just stared at it defiantly.
"The punishment for not kissing the knob is to be held down on your back, your legs to be forced open, your pussy lips pulled apart and the boys to take turns pinching you in the fanny" said Katherine, still making it all up as she went along.
Mean and Moody bent forward and hastily kissed Mark's erection. Everyone waited holding their breaths, hoping that Mark would come, but he didn't. He just closed his eyes and screwed his face up in disgust. Katherine had intended Lucy to kiss his willy next, but she decided she didn't want to waste a good opportunity, and wondered if she could get away with her new idea.
"Release Mark!" she announced "Scouts! Seize Jonathon!"
Jonathon was thirteen, well tanned like Mark, sporty and with a good physique. Katherine would have rather had one of the older boys, but she didn't think she'd be able to get away with that. Seeing Jonathon's erection would be good enough for now, though.
Katherine was pleased to see the scouts mob Jonathon and bring him forward. Perhaps, she thought, she'd underestimated the natural cruelty of these boys. She looked at Jonathon, trying to appear grave and serious.
"Are you a good scout, prepared to sacrifice yourself for the benefit of your brothers and sisters?" she asked. Jonathon having witnessed Mark's humiliation knew exactly what the consequences of his compliance would be shook his head and making sure he was loud enough for everyone to hear said "No!"
Katherine faltered. She kicked herself mentally for not having considered he might say no, but of course it was obvious if you thought about it. She did not want to appear stupid; lose face; she didn't want to compromise the position of command she had built up. She smiled.
"Then the punishment for refusing to sacrifice yourself for your brothers and sisters is to be knob kissed naked" she said loudly "Scouts! Strip him!"
Jonathon freaked out; he began punching and kicking and screaming, but he disappeared under a pile of bodies. Bits of clothing were tossed from the heap; sometimes whole, mostly in pieces, until the heap dismembered itself, pulling up a red faced, angry, and completely naked Jonathon. He still struggled, but with less fire now, and Katherine looked him up and down. His erection was larger than Mark's and he had more hair. She wanted to poke at it, but thought better of it. Instead she announced "Let the knob be kissed!"
Boys dragged and held Jonathon in front of Lucy. She looked up at the penis stood rigidly in front of her and gulped. Slowly she brought her mouth up and kissed the shaft. She didn't want to be too quick for fear they would doubt that she had done it; for fear she would have to do it again, but she didn't want to linger either. She was terrified of being shot again.
"Release Jonathon!" Katherine announced. As soon as he was let go Jonathon ran round trying to rescue his clothes. He hauled his pants on as quickly as possible, and grabbing what he could, he hid at the back, away from laughing eyes.
The girl scouts were frantic, jumping up and down clapping their hands and shrieking. They had not imagined they would have been treated to such fun. Seeing naked boys and willies - erect willies, they were elated, and the prospect of four boys to be initiated later filled them with even more joy.
"Bring the initiates!" said Katherine, walking down to the water's edge. She wanted to get on; do the boys; she was bored with the girls now, but she had to keep setting precedents, so that when it came to the boys there wouldn't be any dissent.
Sharon and Lucy were bundled along. The boys had taken to slapping Lucy's bare bottom with their hands to keep her moving; with Sharon they used sticks instead. At the water's edge she had the girls stand with their hands behind their heads.
"Who'd like to see the girls masturbating?" Katherine asked.
"Yeh!" came a deafening chorus of boys shouts and cheers, having no idea what they were being set up for.
"Sharon, Lucy, masturbate!" said Katherine.
Lucy stared at Katherine blankly. Her face was already red with shame, but she couldn't see what Katherine was talking about. Masturbating was a boy things, she didn't have the equipment.
"Rub yourself, between the legs" said Katherine.
Appalled but too afraid to argue, Lucy began rubbing herself; it was uncomfortable.
Mean and moody stared.
"Oh just throw her in the lake" said Katherine. Boys rushed forward, and despite more protests and threats, Sharon was lifted off the ground, carried down the pier and dumped off the end, causing an almighty splash. She swam away, and climbed out further down the shore.
"Lucy's come everyone" lied Katherine, hoping none of the boys would have any idea what a girl coming looked like "You can stop now Lucy."
Gratefully, Lucy stopped the unpleasant rubbing and stood with her hands in front of her.
"The boys get to spank the girl initiates" said Katherine, and boys jumped on Lucy and began spanking her. "And Sharon don't forget" said Katherine. Some of the boys ran off after Sharon. She tried to run away, but running wasn't something she was very good at, and her fat body was dragged back. Her bottom was not as well tended as Lucy's, but she received a fair number of whacks from boys who didn't much like her, which was most of them.
Katherine let this go on as long as she could bear, before announcing "The initiation of the girls is over. Initiates, get dressed and fall in with your patrol!"
Lucy ran to her clothes and began to get dressed. She was miserable and humiliated by the whole experience, but was grateful that it was over and she'd never have to suffer it again. She was looking forward to the attention switching from her to the boys. She hoped the boys would get the same treatment; that she would enjoy.
Sharon dressed meanly, and moodily. She knew none of the boys liked her, and she had hated her fat body being exposed to them, but she didn't care; she'd have her revenge with the boys when they were brought.
Victoria turned her head towards Paul "Did you notice that Oliver seemed to be telling Mark what to do? Blackmail do you think?" she asked.
"I did, and yes, I think it is blackmail. He's going to be a bit of a bugger" said Paul.
"Poor Mark" said Alison.
"It's not right" said Victoria.
"Have you gone soft?" asked Emily "He stripped and groped me!"
"No, darling, you misunderstand" said Victoria "It's not right he's a got a boy telling him what to do. It should be a girl."
"Oh!" said Emily "Sorry."
"Well that is the natural order of things, after all" said Victoria.
"You should wear skirts more often" said Paul.
"What's that got to do with anything?" asked Victoria.
"Nothing" said Paul "But at least then I'd have somewhere to put my hands."
"You should exercise your imagination more" said Victoria.
Below them, the crowd began to grow restless now the girls were dressed again, and they wanted more action. Hoping to remain in control, but expecting to have to relinquish it to Rob, Katherine spoke up again "Bring the boy initiates!" she announced loudly.
Continued in Chapter Forty Six