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.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Excitedly, a group of boys ran off into the forest to find their four doomed fellows. They had been left a distance away, far enough that they wouldn't be able to hear anything of the proceedings, but close enough that fetching them wouldn't be too much of a chore. The boys had heard though. There had been enough shouting and laughing and screaming for the sound of it to percolate through the forest, and although they couldn't discern what was going on, they had been afraid. If they had not been tied to trees they would probably have fled.
There was much cheering amongst the assembled company when the four boys were brought out, and when the initiates saw the fire in their fellow scouts' eyes, they grew even more afraid.
All four boys were twelve years old and on their first camp with the patrol. The first to be led out was Nigel; the pale fair haired boy who had stepped forward prematurely when Mark was suspended naked from a tree and about to be wanked off earlier today. Apprehension and a determination to be stoic were written over his slightly feminine face.
Next came Peter, a blonde boy who was as pale as Nigel. He was small for his age, but despite this his face portrayed less fear that the other three.
Third in line was brown haired Michael; his round face enigmatic. He was afraid, and he resented the whole stupid idea of an initiation, but he was not intending to give the others, the girls especially, the satisfaction of seeing him in the least bit bothered.
Lastly came black haired John; the largest and most well developed of the boys. He couldn't hide his nervousness and fear as much as he wanted to, because he was only one who thought they might actually be serious. All day the four boys had been teased by the other boys; they had been told in whispers how they were going to have their trousers and pants pulled down in front of the girls. The initiates had laughed it off, as if they weren't bothered, but the possibility did bother them. Nigel, Peter, and Michael coped by simply not believing it; it was too outrageous an idea for them to grapple with. They just knew that neither the boys nor the girls would dare. John had a different view. His brother Paul had been initiated last year, and he had told him he'd been stripped naked. He'd believed him, and although there were going to be girls present this year, he didn't think that Katherine or the other girls would demand the boys stay dressed to protect their modesty. Added to which there was something about Katherine that unnerved him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the way she stared at the boys when they were in their swimming trunks; the way she glued her eyes to their bulges, large and small, made him terrified that she would demand to see what it was that caused them.
Their escort lined them up in a neat row, and Nigel and Peter grinned appeasingly at their fellow scouts. Michael looked round indifferently, almost, but not quite, challengingly. John stared at the ground, then decided to brave it and looked up again. He tried to force his usual lopsided grin on his face between his crooked ears, but it didn't quite come off.
Katherine faced them, looked up and down the four of them. She had a very good memory, and she recited once again the words she had used with the girls.
"You will be initiated tonight, as all those present have been initiated before you. You will obey the will of the patrol or face dire consequences" she announced "Consequences that will be far worse than the initiation, and you will be ostracised." She heaved a sigh of relief. There had been no comment from Rob; no challenge to her authority. It looked like she was going to be able to boss this one all the way. She smiled broadly and felt a shiver of pleasure run through her.
Katherine took a deep and contented breath and then announced "Initiates will strip to their underwear", with undisguised glee.
The four initiates looked at each other in confusion. John dropped his head again; it was going to happen he thought, he was going to be stripped by the bloody girls. He looked behind him quickly and saw some of the other scouts watching him warily. Simon actually grinned and gave him a little wave as though he knew exactly what was going to happen and was going to make damned sure that John didn't find a way to avoid it - the bastard. John looked to his side and saw no escape there either.
Michael crossed his arms across his chest and planted his feet shoulder width apart, his body a symbol of tacit defiance. Peter began to pull his shirt off; next to him Nigel stared for a moment and followed suit.
"If the two girly cowards who are too scared to do their initiations properly don't get their kit off right now" said Katherine looking at Michael and John "They're going to be in deep shit, and it won't be their underwear they need to worry about standing around in."
There was laughter, and giggling from the girls. John blushed deep red. He could see no escape, and was convinced that resistance was futile. Maybe they wouldn't strip them; maybe he was being paranoid and the boys were just winding them up. He began to unbutton his shirt with little enthusiasm.
Michael continued to stand defiantly; staring at Katherine. Nigel and Peter had ditched their shorts now and stood uncomfortably in just their white y-fronts. They crossed their hands in front of themselves, conscious of the girls, and many of the boys, sizing them up.
"Michael" said Katherine "You seem to be the only girly coward in the group. If you're so scared maybe we should dress you up like Mark, in a nice dress. Then we'll have Sharon sit on you and spend the rest of the night snogging you."
"I bet she'd have her hand up his dress as well" said Pretty Nubile.
"And have his wedding tackle out" added Gangly Sour.
Michael set his face like concrete, shuffled his feet a little and pulled his shirt out of his shorts with a dismissive tug.
Katherine waited excitedly. Soon all four boys would be naked, and she knew the girls would get them hard. She just couldn't wait to see. Once all four of the boys were stood in only their matching white y-fronts she took a calming breath and announced "Tie them to the sacrificial posts."
Rob spoke up for the first time, and Katherine felt a great disappointment thinking he was going to try to take over "We've only got two sacrificial posts" he said.
'Shit' she thought, "Um... well tie Nigel and Peter to the sacrificial posts then..." she said.
"And the other two?" asked Rob.
"Have I got to think of everything?" she said in frustration "Tie the other two to the sacrificial branch."
"The scouts looked round searching for a branch that might look sacrificial.
"There!" said Katherine in frustration pointing to a quite ordinary looking tree branch.
The initiates were led, or in the case of Michael - dragged, to their respective stations. Nigel and Peter were tied; their arms above their heads, to the same posts that were used for Sharon and Lucy. Michael and John had their arms tied above their heads to a tree branch, so they were next to each other.
Everyone watched, and there was a considerable pause while Katherine, who was far from alone in this, carefully studied them. Nigel and Peter looked even paler in just their pants, and there didn't seem to be much worth looking at filling them up. Michael had a mole half way down his chest on his left side, and a scar emerging from his pants up his tummy on his right side. The bulge in his pants didn't promise a lot, but was more worthy of investigation than Nigel or Peter. John also had an appendectomy scar, but no-one was focussing on that. He may have been only twelve; the same age as the other three, but it was clear his development was much more advanced, and the bulge in his pants promised rewards for any investigation.
"We will begin with the tickling" said Katherine "Scouts! Tickle!"
With whoops and hollers the scouts pounced. There were no favourites this time, and no order. The boys did not politely bow and allow the girls to go first; the girls did not hold back shyly; no-one formed an orderly queue. Nigel and Peter were the first to shriek as scouts began assaulting their pale skin. Rigid fingers dug into ribs; soft fingers skated down flanks and tummies; rude fingers prodded pants assessingly.
Michael and John had their fair share of tormentors too; it just took a little longer to make them squeal. The girls were the rudest, as might have been expected, and they too squealed when they noticed that bulges were growing larger. Even Nigel and Peter developed bulges that intrigued the girls now. Of course the other boys weren't entirely incurious themselves. This led to shouts ringing out across the shore.
"Michael's got a stiffy"
"Nigel's got a hard-on"
"John's up"
"Peter's hard"
Mostly it was the boys who shouted, but the girls couldn't help join in the excitement too, and some of them were even bold enough to have a feel through the white cotton pants. Mean and Moody shoved her way back and forth between the tickling scouts. She felt all four boys.
Nigel was crying; the shame of the boys seeing his hard-on through his pants was bad enough, but the girls too, and someone was touching it!
Peter was more bothered about being able to breathe; the tickling was too much torment for him. Even if he'd had time to collect his thoughts he wouldn't have been that bothered about it. Having a stiffy like this just made him feel horny, and when it was grabbed by someone he was thrilled with delight.
Michael struggled to be cool; battled to remain indifferent, but he couldn't keep it up, He shouted and screamed "Get off! Get the fuck off! You bastards! Fucking homos!" He was horrified at this attention; horrified at being made and being seen hard; he was horrified to be forced to lose his cool.
John was struggling, trying to squirm away from the invasive hands. He tried to bend, to cover his erection. He didn't even let his own brother see him naked, let alone in this state, and with the entire patrol presents, girls included, he just couldn't bear it. Michael may have lost his cool, but it was John who was crying tears of shame.
Katherine was enjoying watching the show. She couldn't see anything of the initiates but she could hear them and that was almost as good. She wanted to see their bulges, see what difference it made, but she knew she wouldn't have to wait long. Very shortly she would be able to see everything, close up and personal. She tried to calm her excitement for fear she might betray too much of it to the others; to Rob.
"The tickling is done" announced Katherine.
With some reluctance the scouts abandoned their fun, but only because they knew that the naked tickling couldn't begin until they had fallen into line and been obedient. As the scouts backed off and formed up again there was a good deal more pocket jiggling going on.
"Scouts - should the initiates lose their underwear?" Katherine shouted a little too enthusiastically.
There was an uproar of approval for this most outrageous of suggestions and both boys and girls jumped up and down whooping and hooting.
Nigel froze in fear unable to believe his ears. Peter's expression didn't change too much, but to the perceptive eye his smile might have broadened a little.
What little cool Michael had been able to regain since the tickling he quickly lost again. He went pale and began to shake. He tried to imagine what it would be like to be naked and erect in front of the girls; the patrol. After a horrifying moment he stopped imagining, but at least he didn't have to worry about the erection part any more.
John's worst fears were confirmed. The boys hadn't been teasing; they really were going to be stripped. This had an equally pacifying effect on his penis too, and he quickly grew flaccid as adrenalin surged round his body.
Katherine watched the boys closely; reading them. She measured the extent of their bulges. She saw Michael's and John's had shrunk disappointingly, but she also noticed that Nigel's and Peter's hadn't. She was quite certain that she would see Michael and John hard before the proceedings were through; she would insist on it.
"As most senior of the girls present this duty falls to me" said Katherine, capitalising on her setting Rob up to do the girls earlier. There were gulps and groans from the initiates.
Katherine approached Nigel first, intending to leave the best until last. Nigel was blushing plenty already, and his red face was pointed at his feet. He didn't plead or beg, or try to negotiate a deal because he knew there was no escape from this fate, and he knew he was too insignificant to have any influence on Katherine's or the patrol's plans at all.
Katherine took hold of Nigel's pants and drew them down. His twelve year old penis sprang up, still erect, before her eyes. It was disappointingly small, the scrotum was tight, he was completely hairless. Katherine couldn't resist raising a hand to it, and giving it a quick stroke. Nigel flinched at this unfamiliar and unwanted touch and he began to cry more vigorously. Katherine, never having touched a penis in any state before, was surprised at how silky smooth it was.
With a smile, she moved on to Peter, and as she moved away from Nigel and he came into sight of the other scouts again, a great cheer went up.
Nigel stood calmly, accepting his fate, and being neither desirous nor undesirous. Katherine sensed his indifference to his fate and frowned slightly. Katherine studied him for signs of some secret underlying fear, but found none.
"Aren't you bothered everyone's going to see your willy?" she asked quietly.
"Not really" said Peter "I don't know why they'd want to anyway."
Katherine didn't waste time, she just pulled his pants down and inspected his stiff offering. It was smaller than Nigel's, but equally erect, equally hairless, and with a tighter, smaller scrotum - hugged more closely to his body. She gave it a stroke, for luck.
Growing more excited at the prospect of Michael and John, she moved away from Peter, and as another great cheer went up, she approached the branch where they were tied side by side. She could see they were both nervous, both embarrassed, and both trying to prepare themselves for a terrible fate.
Katherine stopped in front of Michael, and to drag it out just a little, she said: "Are you ready Michael?" He just glared at her, his face full of resentment and hatred. But she wanted more. She stroked his cheek and he turned his head aside to avoid her. "I'm going to pull your pants down now, and the entire patrol is going to see your little willy. There's no need to be shy" she said.
Michael blushed a deeper red "Fuck off!" he said. He wanted to show no sign of caring at all, he wanted to act in a completely indifferent manner, but the prospect of being naked in this way was too awful and he couldn't control himself. He trembled slightly as Katherine squatted in front of him, her face not eight inches from his groin. She took hold of his white y-fronts at the sides and drew them down slowly. She wasn't expecting much after the first two initiates had been exposed - both small and bald - she had thought that Michael at the same age would offer little more. He wasn't erect like the other two, she guessed, although he had displayed a larger bulge before when they had all got excited with the tickling.
Katherine was very pleasantly surprised when she uncovered a fringe of dark pubic hair and she paused the descent of his pants momentarily. She brought a hand up and stroked it gently. "You've got pubes" she said. Michael tried to back away from her in shame but she kept hold of his pants with her other hand. With mounting excitement she pulled his pants down further to expose a penis that had begun to develop beyond its little boy shape and size.
Michael's ball-sack was larger than the other two boys and hung slightly lower. His penis had grown longer than it had thick, and the body of it was not as long as his foreskin - so it came to a point, the foreskin closing tightly around the end. His penis didn't quite hang, it sat up ever so slightly, and she wondered if he might be just a little bit excited.
Katherine's smile broadened and she stroked it, hoping it would respond with a salute. Michael was too humiliated and too resentful for Katherine's touch to reach him in any pleasant way, and he remained defiantly flaccid. Katherine sighed 'Plenty of time for that' she thought. She got up, patted Michael on the cheek and moved across to John. The scouts cheered even louder than they had done for the previous two boys, enjoying seeing Michael humbled in this way. The girls set up a cheer "Michael! Michael! Michael!"
She tried to catch John's eye; tried to get some greater insight into his tortured feelings, but John wasn't playing ball. He kept his head turned to the side away from her, but he couldn't completely erase his lopsided grin. Like a beaten dog he tried to appease his mistress with flashes of passive teeth. Katherine smiled at him "Last but not least, eh?" she said. She patted the front of his pants where the largest and most interesting of the bulges lay.
"Katherine, please don't..." said John, his face a giant tomato of shame.
"Don't be silly" said Katherine "You've all got to be naked for the initiation" she said this as though it had been handed down as law to Moses on stone tablets.
"Can't I keep my pants on? Please, not in front of everyone..." he began pleading.
"John" she said "You should be proud. You're the same age as the other boys, but by the looks of you you're much bigger. In fact for a twelve year old you look quite well developed. I think you're going to be very popular with the girls."
"No, I don't want to be popular... I want to be dressed" he said miserably.
"Well let's have a look at you shall we?" she said sweetly, with no hint of compromise in her voice. She squatted again, to bring herself close to her desired target and she brought her hands delicately down John's tummy, tickling him as she went. Her cool hands slid inside his waistband and she pulled ever so gently.
"Katherine..." he pleaded.
She kept pulling. Thick pubic hair came into sight, much more than Michael had had and again she stroked it gently. Not wanting to waste any more time she impatiently pulled his y-fronts to the floor. John bucked and gasped, his penis swaying with his movement. Katherine fixed her eyes on it. It was longer and thicker than Michael's but it also had a foreskin that closed around the end. His balls were bigger and hung lower. John was much closer to manhood than any of the other boys and she was amazed. His penis hung straight down, there was no hint of tumescence at all, but again Katherine comforted herself with the knowledge that that would change.
She lifted a hand and stroked his penis briefly, but John was far too scared and embarrassed to react in the way she had hoped and so she let him go and stood up. With a last look along the line, from John to Michael, to Peter to Nigel, and back to John again she returned to join the others.
As she moved away the biggest cheer of the night erupted, and the girls changed their chant from "Michael! Michael! Michael!" to "Johnny! Johnny! Johnny!"
Katherine gave the patrol time to enjoy the sight of these four boys tied naked to their respective sacrificial stations; two of them erect and two of them limp, and she drank in the atmosphere of excitement.
"That girl is really enjoying this" said Victoria.
"Looks like it to me" said Paul.
"I wonder why the boys put her in charge" said Victoria.
"Maybe they didn't" said Paul "Maybe she put herself in charge."
"Maybe she did" said Victoria.
Katherine drew a deep breath. The warm night air, charged with barely concealed sexual tension, was intoxicating. She made a loud announcement "Let the naked tickling begin!"
There was an uproar again. Loud shouts and cheers accompanied a mad scramble as the patrol surrounded the four boys. The shrieks and screams, beggings and pleadings, threats and promises from the four initiates were drowned out by the over-excited eruptions of their fellow scouts. As with the girls earlier the tickling was a front; hands roamed everywhere. The boys' bottom were fondled, pinched, smacked, their genitals stroked and squeezed. No parts of their bodies were left unexamined or untouched.
Katherine stood watching and again the mob obscured her view of the boys, but she entertained herself with the knowledge that the boys would by now all be erect, and she tried to imagine what Michael and John would look like in such an excited condition. She was very much looking forward to comparing her imagined images with the reality. As she waited she was becoming increasingly aware of her own excitement. She felt a little dizzy, her insides felt warm and squishy. She was moist between the legs. She was yearning for something, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Katherine drew herself up to her full five feet and four inches and shouted to be heard over the chaos "The naked tickling is done! Now begins the kissing of the knob." This time she felt no temptation to giggle.
The patrol, having witnessed this previously, knew what to do. They untied the initiates, and brought them out to Katherine. As she had suspected all four boys were erect. Nigel and Peter were a little more rigid than they had been before, but it was Michael and John she was focussing on. Michael stood straight up, his cool indifference completely broken now, and tears rolled down his red cheeks. John was crying also, and his much larger organ was also straining for the dark sky. Katherine couldn't help but emit a "Wow!"
"Line up girls!" said Katherine trying to contain herself at deviating from the previous initiations.
"Each of you is to kiss each boys willy" she said, hoping that Rob wouldn't protest this inequality. The girls made faces of disgust and comments of dismay, but they lined up quickly enough. As the boys held the three reluctant struggling initiates, and the passive Peter, the girls did their duty; kissing each boy's willy in turn. The scene was silent apart from the scuffling of the initiates and their guards, the quiet weeping of the initiates, and the spittings and disgusted "uuurrr" noises from the girls as they wiped their mouths with the backs of their hands.
Katherine waited for the girls to clear and then she stepped forward for her turn. She squatted down again and kissed Nigel's little boy erection, pushing it up against his belly to get at the underside. Peter grinned at her as she did the same to him. Coming to Michael she flicked his erection a couple of times and then took it in her fingers giving it a little rub. The end was moist, and seemed to be oozing a clear fluid. Katherine pushed his hard-on up to his belly like she had done with the others and brought her lips to the underside. She kissed gently. Feeling quite daring, she then ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft until she reached the now exposed glans. Her tongue continued up and over the head, and Michael jerked violently. Katherine released him from her grasp and smiled up at John who had been watching. For a brief moment their eyes locked and she saw the depth of his shame and fear; she also saw his stiffy lurch.
Katherine felt a thrill run through her, and she moved across to him on her knees with undue haste. She brought both hands up and cupped his balls, massaging them gently, and slowly she let them slide upwards onto his shaft. She worked his penis gently up and down, letting the tips of her fingers roam up and over his glans. "You like that, don't you John?" she asked in a husky voice.
"No..." he shouted. The humiliation of having his hard penis played with like this by a girl, in front of everyone, stung him deeply. "Leave me alone" he wailed. Katherine had no intention of leaving him alone and she brought her lips up to him. She planted them firmly on his shaft and kissed her way up to the head. Withdrawing for just a moment, she returned to kiss the glans. Her kiss was brief before her tongue emerged from her mouth and the licked across the top of him. Gripped by alien feelings, alien urgings, she opened her mouth a little and plunged it down over his dick. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked gently, before sliding him out of her again.
Katherine felt John tremble and his body tense suddenly. Fearing what might be about to happen she pulled her head to the side just in time to avoid John's ejaculation "Aaaarggghhhh!" he yelled as he pumped his seed across the grass.
There were loud gasps, and shocked intakes of breath from around the others, and then nervous laughter and giggling, but eventually that was swept away by more raucous laughter. John hung his head in shame and cried.
Pleased at this new experience and the reaction to it by the patrol, Katherine stepped back with a huge grin. She held her arms up, almost in triumph "Scouts! Scouts!" she shouted to restore some kind of order.
It came slowly and it came with difficulty, but order did eventually impose itself. Or at least the closest thing to order that was going to be possible with the now jubilant and over-excited scouts. Apart from John there wasn't a limp dick within a mile, and even the girls were feeling the stirrings of unfamiliar sexual desire.
"Bring the initiates" shouted Katherine, as she strode off to the lake shore. With an excited roar the four naked boys were grabbed by eager hands and pushed and pulled and smacked along.
Katherine took up her position and struck what she hoped was a commanding pose as she pointed. "Initiates will line up there, and place their hands behind their heads. Initiates who cause trouble or disobey will be dealt with severely by the whole patrol." Katherine felt the need to add this threat, because although she thought Nigel and Peter would comply, she was afraid that Michael and John might be defiant.
The boys were brought and placed side by side spaced a few feet apart. They all raised their hands behind their heads and faced Katherine; their backs to the lake and the boats; the reeds to one side.
Katherine took a moment to enjoy the sight of these four naked boys: boys who only this afternoon, at this very lake, had swum in costumes that they'd never have contemplated removing in front of the girls.
Nigel had lost his erection now. He stood embarrassed; his willy drooped downwards towards the floor. Peter was still half erect, or nearly so, and he looked at Katherine with a mixture of apprehension and excitement at what might happen next. Michael might have been a tube of lipstick given the colour of him, and resentment burned in his eyes. Katherine studied him carefully, and was reassured. He had already blown his cool; he'd already shown everyone that underneath his indifferent exterior he was just a little boy; a little boy who was embarrassed that everyone was staring at his erect little willy. John was shaking, still limp, and far beyond the point of offering any resistance.
Katherine felt a wave of warm moistness flow through her and altered her stance a little to give her pussy room to breathe. "The initiates will masturbate!" she commanded with confidence. The girls jumped and cheered, followed quickly by the boys, but the initiates just stood immobile, either not understanding or not believing what they had heard.
"Come on, John, get that thing up and wanking" said Katherine "I'm sure a big boy like you knows what to do"
John, shame faced and avoiding anyone's eye, quickly got himself hard and began stroking.
"Michael" said Katherine "Don't be shy, I bet you're at it all the time at home. We can always get one of the boys to do it for you."
Michael's eyes could have been flamethrowers, projecting from an equally fiery face, but as new tears began falling he took himself in hand.
"Nigel, Peter, just watch John and Michael, and then copy what they're doing" said Katherine. Peter was keen to play this new game and when he began stroking himself he rose to full hardness and speeded up his action. Nigel on the other hand just stared at the floor desperately.
"Mark can help him" shouted Oliver.
"Fuck off!" said Mark is a sharp whisper.
"Good idea" said Katherine, delighted at this suggestion "Mark go and give Nigel a hand will you?"
Knowing that to refuse would likely bring some dread retribution down on his head Mark stepped forward and with a sigh of resignation took hold of Nigel's willy from behind and began copying what the other boys were doing.
"Who feels like living dangerously?" asked Victoria suddenly.
"Are you going to?" asked Paul.
"Afraid so" said Victoria.
"Better count me in then. Someone's got to keep you in check" said Paul.
"I'm in" said Alison cheerfully.
"What have you got in mind?" asked Emily, more cautiously.
"I thought we'd go and join them, have a bit of fun" said Victoria.
"You're mad" said Emily "There's too many of them, they'll murder us! Or worse!!"
"I said it would be living dangerously" said Victoria "But I'm not without a plan"
"What's the plan?" asked Paul.
Victoria smiled at him "You'll have to wait and see, the anticipation'll do you good."
Emily groaned and rolled onto her back. Victoria put an affectionate hand on Emily's tummy "If it works out it's going to be brilliant"
"And if it doesn't?" asked Emily.
"If it doesn't..." mused Victoria "Well... it could be a long and naked night."
"There's a hell of a lot of randy boys down there" said Emily "It could get rough."
"Not willing to follow your beloved leader into almost certain doom then?" asked Victoria with a laugh, patting Emily's tummy again.
"We still have the option of running for it if it turns bad" said Paul "Don't we?"
"All right" said Emily, with a degree of reluctance "I'll follow you, but it had better not turn nasty."
"I can't promise darling" said Victoria "It's too unpredictable to call, but I'll do my best, and if it goes sour I'll sacrifice myself."
"How do you mean?" asked Paul.
"If I say run, you lot run for it, and I'll let myself get caught. That might buy you a bit of time to get away" said Victoria.
"No way, Victoria! I'm not leaving you in that situation" said Paul "If we run we all run."
"They won't do anything too drastic" said Victoria.
"I wouldn't be too sure, Victoria, they look pretty excited and desperate to me" said Emily.
"True, but my period's just started, and you know what boys are like - they'll run a mile" said Victoria.
"I'm still not leaving you" said Paul.
"Ben, Amy, how about you two?" asked Victoria.
"Um..." said Ben "What are we going to do?" he asked sceptically.
"Yes or no darling" asked Victoria.
Not wanting to let Victoria down or appear a coward, Ben nodded slightly "Okay, I guess"
"I don't mind" said Amy.
"We can't all go" said Victoria "Someone has to stay here."
"Me!" said Ben, sticking his hand up and volunteering enthusiastically.
"Not you darling, I want you with me. Amy would you mind?" asked Victoria.
"I don't mind" said Amy.
"Okay darling, take the video camera and keep filming" said Victoria "If things go bad film everything. If it looks like anyone might be coming up here, or things have quietened down, collect up all the equipment and get it back to the den."
"Or rescue us?" suggested Emily.
"If we're tied up or something and the others have gone, you can come and rescue us, but don't rush. Make absolutely sure there's no-one left and the coast is clear. And in that case leave the equipment here."
"Okay" said Amy, pointing the camera at the now ejaculating Michael and playing with the controls.
"Come on then gang, let's go live dangerously" said Victoria uncoiling herself from the floor.
Continued in Chapter Forty Seven