Victoria took the camera from Katherine and dropped it in her pocket.
"We need to go and get some ugly sleep, just in case we become insufferably beautiful, but remember - we'll be watching" said Victoria and she turned back to Katherine.
Dan and Roger wept; wringing their hands, but neither boy had the courage to speak up or try to appeal their sentence.
"If I were you I'd keep the boys here for a while. Get them used to taking orders from you and the girls before they go back to camp and have time to recover themselves. Otherwise, with us gone they might get a bit feisty later" said Victoria.
"Thanks" said Katherine.
"Don't' thank me yet, you still have two conditions to meet" said Victoria.
"Okay, I'll get them trained. And I'll see you tomorrow, four o'clock" said Katherine.
"Don't be late" said Victoria as she strolled off, an arm around Ben's waist and holding Paul's hand. Emily and Alison followed behind.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Giles was fast asleep; dead to the world. He lay still, breathing shallowly, and was peacefully devoid of dreams or nightmares.
He had waited in the corner of the lounge for a long time. The women had left after an hour or so, but his father had been visiting elderly parishioners and hadn't got back until late. He'd heard his step-mother talking to him in the kitchen and had been afraid of what his father might do to him.
His father had not been pleased when he'd come into the lounge and seen Giles' ridiculous attire. He had sat, called Giles over, and lectured him. He was disappointed that his son had allowed council estate boys, of all people, to treat him like this. It was a humiliation for the whole family. He made it clear that he expected Giles to stand up for himself and fight these inferior boys off. If Giles should allow this to happen again he would take strict measures to ensure that Giles learned that his father was to be feared more than the delinquent sons of the sinful working classes.
Giles had been released, to run to his room and change. His misadventure had not been mentioned again. He had stayed in his room, and ventured forth only for dinner; being sent straight to bed after that without even his customary bath.
He didn't wake when Helen padded quietly into his room, nor when she drew back his duvet and sat on the bed. He did wake when she twisted his ear painfully.
"Ow! What?" he asked sleepily, half sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Helen just stared at him silently. Giles flinched when his eyes focussed and he saw his step-sister sitting so close.
"What... what do you want?" he said looking down at the clock on his bedside table. He noticed she was clutching something.
"It's two o'clock in the morning" he said.
"You're not dressed properly Gillian" she said.
"Stop that, I'm not Gillian I'm Giles" he said growing afraid.
"Take off your pyjamas!" she said.
"No, go back to your room! Go to sleep!" he said.
"I'll tell Victoria" she said, and stood up. He noticed she was holding one of her nighties. The one she wore was blue, with yellow embroidery picking out small flowers and butterflies. It fell to her knees and from the way it fell over her bottom it was obvious she was wearing no knickers underneath.
"No wait!" he said "Don't tell."
"You always tell" she said, as she reached the door.
"Alright" he said, and began unbuttoning his pyjama shirt. Helen walked back over to him slowly, frowning unpleasantly. Giles cast his shirt aside tidily then drew the duvet back over himself and he slid his pyjama trousers off under cover. Helen didn't object. Giles held out his hand expecting her to give him the spare nightie, but she kept hold of it.
"Out of bed" she said.
"I can put it on here" he said.
Helen didn't reply but put her hands on her hips. Giles climbed out of bed, his hands in front of his groin.
"Arms in the air and bend forward" said Helen. Giles obeyed, slowly and reluctantly. Helen unfolded the nightie. It was pink and had fairies embroidered on it in red and yellow. She hated it, like most of her clothes; she always had to wear little girl crap rather the sort of thing the other girls her age wore. She pushed the nightie over his head, manoeuvred his arms through the short sleeves.
"Stand up straight" she said. Giles stood, his face cherry red, pouting.
He looked ridiculous, the nightie fell to the top of his chest, and Helen stepped closer and tried to pull it down. It was a struggle, but she was tenacious. It fell to just below his groin, and his whole body bulged out of it.
Helen stood back to admire him. "What's your name?" she asked.
Giles stared at her for a moment, but he hadn't forgotten his afternoon in the secret cellar of the church, and he didn't ever want to return to that torture chamber. "Gillian" he said.
Helen pulled the front of his nightie up a little to expose his cock and she began stroking it. Giles stared at the ceiling, mortified, while he barely tolerated his step-sister's touch. He grew erect in her hands and she looked at him again.
"Kneel on your bed and wank" she said.
"I'm not allowed..." he began but his comment turned to an "Ooowww...eeeek" as she grabbed his balls and squeezed tightly"
"Kneel on your bed and wank!" Helen hissed through gritted teeth.
"Yes" he said in a high pitched voice and climbed onto his bed. Kneeling, he began to masturbate, but he wasn't feeling particularly randy, and Helen's presence was the ultimate turn-off.
"I can't" he said "It's just that I don't feel sexy. I can't just do it."
"Titties, pussy, bum, fanny!" said Helen enjoying saying these naughty words, and the shapes they made in her mouth. She thought that such words would get Giles going.
"That doesn't help" said Giles, beginning to droop.
Helen climbed on his bed and lay back facing him. She stayed wide to one side to avoid his field of fire, and lifted her nightie up to her chest. Giles stared in fascination, not understanding what she was doing. She stroked her newly budding breasts and then brought a hand down to her pussy. She forced her own lips open and began stroking herself.
"Wank!" she said sternly.
Giles stared, mouth agape, and returned to wanking his now rigid penis. Helen watched him, studying the way his foreskin moved up and down, covering and then revealing the head. She studied his face and the funny expressions he made. And all the while she grew more excited, wetter, and her fingers moved faster and faster. It wasn't a race, but it was a photo finish. Giles erupted over his bed sheet and duvet, and Helen dribbled luxuriantly just onto the sheet. She exhaled with a smile and relaxed her body for a moment, flopping an arm over the side of the bed.
Giles continued to kneel, his penis dangling unexcitedly between his legs, but he continued to stare at the almost naked form of his step-sister. Helen noticed his stare and sat up. She didn't bother to cover herself, but she took hold of Giles' nightie and pulled it down far enough to wipe his sticky dick clean with it. Giles fidgeted uncomfortably as she did this, but was grateful when she pulled it down still further covering him up. Helen climbed off the bed, and her nightie restored itself to respectability with the slightest of encouragement.
"Come on!" she said and headed to the door. Giles watched fearfully "Where are we going?" he asked.,
"Come!" she said "On!" and headed out.
Giles paused, contemplated briefly what would happen if he was caught out of bed at night after his bed-time; what would happen if he was caught in a little girl's nightie. He stopped thinking. It was too dangerous, too upsetting. Trembling slightly he climbed from the bed and followed Helen out of the room.
Helen waited for him in her own room which was just below his. Giles entered cautiously, looking round as if expecting to see an entire pack of Brownies waiting to ambush him. Helen directed Giles to a chair in front of her dressing table, by the window. She picked up a hairbrush and started brushing his hair.
"You need to grow your hair longer" she said, but it was a meaningless comment. Giles had no more control over when he went to the barber's than Helen had going to the hairdresser's.
"We'll get you a wig" she said wistfully.
Giles was forced to look at himself in the mirror and he could see Helen watching him there too.
"You're going to be a very good girl aren't you Gillian?" she said.
Giles nodded reluctantly.
"We're going to be great friends" she said.
Giles tried to offer a fake smile.
"And wait 'til you meet my friends" said Helen excitedly, putting down the brush and opening a drawer. 'Friends?' thought Giles, 'What friends?' Helen drew out a tin of water colour paints and opened them. She spat on a finger and rubbed in the red paint until her finger was well coated. Giles looked uncertain, confused. Helen brought her finger up to his lips.
"Stick your lips out properly" she said "You'll look lovely in red lipstick."
Helen didn't stop at lipstick. She used blue paint for eye shadow, and pink paint for blusher. Giles regarded himself in the mirror with horror. He looked like a poorly made-up clown.
"Hmmm" said Helen "This is going to take some practice."
"It's alright" said Giles "Good girls don't wear make-up" remembering his step-mother's views on women who paint their faces like jezebels and harlots.
"But you're not that kind of good girl, Gillian" said Helen "You're a good girl in that you do as I say, but otherwise you're a dirty naughty girl that does dirty naughty things."
Giles stomach sank. He did not like the thought of having to wear make-up, even in the privacy of Helen's room.
"I'll give you your spanking then you can go back to bed" said Helen, putting the paints away again.
"What spanking?" asked Giles.
"For being a dirty naughty girl, silly" said Helen picking up her hair brush and sitting on the bed. She patted her lap.
Giles approached with some trepidation. His bottom was sore already, and he didn't like the look of Helen's hair brush.
"Nightie off, you have to bare for your spanking, you should know that" she said.
Giles wrestled the nightie off with some difficulty and dropped it on the bed. Helen pulled him across her lap, laying him substantially on the bed.
"You have to be good and not struggle, and you mustn't put your hands in the way, or I'll have to give you another spanking in the morning" she said.
Giles lay nervously and embarrassedly as Helen raised the hairbrush for the first whack. Giles jumped and yelped at the force of it.
Giles was bawling like a baby, his hands were on his bottom protectively and he was pulling away from Helen before very long. He hopped from foot to foot, his genitals dancing synchronously. He rubbed his bottom furiously. Helen brought the hair brush up into his testicles and Giles screeched in pain.
"That wasn't very good, Gillian, I hadn't finished. Come back here right now!" said Helen. Giles wasn't sure whether he could, but when they both heard the distant boom of a door closing heavily, he jumped.
"Go to bed!" said Helen "I'll see you in the morning" and she grabbed her pink nightie, folded it ever so carefully and put it in her drawer. As Giles rushed from the room in a complete panic she turned off the light and climbed into bed, to sleep and dream sweetly.
Giles flew to his room, threw himself into bed and hid under the covers shaking in fear. As he waited he grew drowsy, but he heard no other noise. He should have gone to the bathroom to wash his face. He should have put his pyjamas back on. He was too afraid to do either. He lay absolutely still until he fell asleep.
Margaret had been restless. The bedroom was too hot even with the windows open, and Keith lay sprawled next to her taking up most of the bed, as usual, and snoring loudly, as usual. She tossed and turned for a while and decided to get up. She reached for a dressing gown, but then decided against it and made her way quietly out of the bedroom.
She was intending to go downstairs to make a cup of tea, but she paused on the lightless landing and listened for a while. This was an old habit; listening out to make sure her children weren't distressed, having nightmares, being ill. On an impulse she decided to check on Ben. Not because she was worried about him, but just because she felt the desire to see him.
She opened his door quietly and took a pace inside the room. It was quiet. Margaret felt that something was amiss straight away. It was too quiet. There was no slight stirring in his bed, no gentle breathing, and the dark silhouette of the bed looked misshapen. Careful not to wake him, she crossed the room quietly to find his bed empty. She was filled with an immediate panic. She looked up at the closed window, and then down to the empty chair where his clothes would normally be piled in an untidy heap. She turned and rushed to Amy's room to find the same situation there too.
"Keith!" she shouted, as she dashed back to her own bedroom.
She was pacing up and down in the lounge growing more agitated, with a tired looking Keith putting his shoes on.
"I'll drive around see if I can see anything" he said without enthusiasm.
"I should ring Diane, what if her girls are out too" said Margaret.
"It's after three in the morning, you can't start ringing people now" said Keith "You'll start a panic and for all we know they're tucked up in bed fast asleep."
"But what if they're not?" said Margaret.
"Then we'll find them with Ben and Amy, and there's no reason to scare the life out of anybody else until we've found them" said Keith.
"Scare the life out of them? I know two little sods who are going to have the life scared out of them" said Margaret.
"I'll be as quick as I can" said Keith, giving Margaret a quick hug and a kiss "And don't worry, they're probably just playing some game or other with their friends."
After Keith had gone Margaret picked up the phone, stared at it a short while, then put it down again. She went back to pacing.
Keith drove slowly, paying more attention to peering out of his side windows than the empty road ahead. He had driven around the village twice, and was now exploring the roads leading towards the forest. Suddenly he slammed on the brakes when he saw what looked like a group of children off to one side - in the forest. He rolled down his window and took a careful look. He saw nothing. Just to be on the safe side he parked the car up against the side of the road, got out, and walked into the forest to where he had imagined he'd seen something. The forest was cool and quiet. The silence was broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl, and a slight breeze rustling the leaves in the trees.
Feeling a little foolish, he was about to return to the car when he spotted Ben's head poking out from behind a bush.
"Ben, I can see you, come out here. Amy, you too" he said loudly, guessing that Amy couldn't be far away.
For a brief moment nothing happened, and then Ben and Amy emerged from cover. They walked slowly, heads down, to their father. "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when your mother gets her hands on you two" he said.
"And the rest of you, come on, there's no point hiding" said Keith, thinking the bluff was worthwhile, and he walked towards the bushes where Ben and Amy had been hiding. Emily and Alison emerged moments before he discovered them for himself.
"Any more?" he asked as he walked around the clump of bushes.
"Right you lot better get in the car" he said "I'll take you girls home first."
It was a very quiet and solemn car full as they drove back towards the village. Alison, Ben, and Amy sat in the back, with Ben in the middle. None of them spoke. Emily sat up front with Keith, wringing her hands and looking nervous.
"Mr Davison?" asked Emily tentatively
"You can call me Keith" he said.
"You don't have to tell my mum" she tried.
Keith spared her a quick glance. He felt sorry for her. He'd heard Margaret's account of Alison's punishment and he didn't think that the girls would get away without something similar or worse for their misadventures tonight.
"I'm not going to do anything" said Keith "Except drop you off at home and hand my two miscreants over to their mother. It's Margaret you need to worry about not me."
"Can't you persuade her?" asked Alison, from the back seat.
Keith shook his head and smiled "You girls have got a lot to learn about marriage." He turned his attention back to the road and drove in silence for a while.
"Why don't you tell me what you were doing?" said Keith.
"We just wanted to play" said Emily weakly "See what the forest was like at night."
Keith cast his mind back through the years to when he was their age. He could appreciate the excitement of being out late at night; playing games in the forest. He didn't blame them, but neither did he think they should be encouraged. He also remembered some of the games. Innocent games by and large, but they'd take it in turns to expose body parts to each other, growing bolder as time went on. Keith smiled to himself as he remembered, but he couldn't imagine Ben doing anything like that. He looked in the rear-view mirror quickly and caught Alison looking to the side, biting her lower lip nervously. Mind you, if he was, he couldn't really blame him.
He pulled the car to a stop and turned in his seat "You girls had better get inside."
"Thanks, Mr Davison" said Emily.
"Keith" said Keith.
"Thanks Mr Davison" said Alison.
"I give up" said Keith.
Alison and Emily climbed out of the car carefully and Keith found himself staring at Emily's well rounded bottom. He turned away quickly in embarrassment. 'God, to be young again!' he thought to himself.
The girls tried to close the car doors as quietly as possible, but needed two attempts to do so. They crept through the garden to their front door and Keith drove off again.
Keith herded Ben and Amy in front of him into the lounge. Margaret stood by the window with a black look. "Where the hell have you been?" she shouted as they came in. None of them answered. Keith sat and began taking his shoes off while Ben and Amy stood fidgeting nervously and staring at the floor.
Margaret looked at Keith with thunder in her eyes.
"Found them in the forest" he said "They were on their way home" he added giving them the benefit of the doubt.
"What were you doing in the forest at this time of night? What the hell were you doing sneaking out in the middle of the night?" shouted Margaret. No answer.
"You could have been killed. Some lunatic or pervert could have got his hands on you! What if you'd had an accident? And here we are frantic with worry while you're out having a great time!" she shouted.
Ben and Amy remained silent, doing their very best to look contrite.
"Get to bed the pair of you. It's too late to deal with you now, but don't think we won't be discussing this in the morning. At length!" shouted Margaret.
Ben and Amy needed no other invitation; they bolted from the room and up the stairs like hares from a trap.
Giles woke with a start. His eyes opened and he saw Helen pulling back his duvet.
"Time for your morning spanking" she said.
"Please Helen" he said without much hope.
Helen stared down at his early morning erection with distaste.
"Lie on your front, good girls don't have nasty willies like that" she said.
Suddenly realising he was displaying himself embarrassingly he span round onto his front. Helen brought her hand down onto his bottom sharply. Giles winced, but he was at least relieved that it wasn't her hair brush.
Helen was washed and dressed and had risen early, looking forward to the day's excitement. She had it all planned out in her mind and she couldn't wait to get started. She didn't spank Giles for very long, just until he started to cry, but it wasn't mercy that stopped her, it was her eagerness to get on.
"You're going to be a very good girl today, Gillian, or I'm going to have to take your knickers down and give you a proper spanking" said Helen as she turned to leave.
Giles lay sobbing, feeling sorry for himself. He was terrified that now Helen had had a taste of this kind of cruelty it was just going to go on and on and he'd never be safe again. He had no idea.
Helen sat at the breakfast table eating scrambled eggs on toast. She fidgeted slightly as Grace poured tea for her.
"Mummy?" said Helen.
"Yes, dear" said Grace looking at her daughter closely. She recognised that tone, it sounded like a confession was coming, or she was going to ask to be allowed to do something she oughtn't.
"I just wondered" said Helen "If you've been doing something with my nighties"
Grace frowned "Like what?" she asked.
"Well" said Helen "I noticed last night when I went to bed, that my nighties were all crumpled up in my drawer."
"Crumpled up?" asked Grace disbelievingly, as if Helen had suggested that she'd found a fairy at the bottom of the garden.
"I folded them all up again neatly" said Helen quickly "But... there was a funny smell."
"Funny smell?" asked Grace, incredulous. In her house everything was ordered; everything stayed the same. There was no variation. There was no change. There were certainly no crumpled nighties or funny smells. Grace stood up suddenly, as though Helen had just given her warning of a communist invasion and she hurried from the room with small urgent, angry steps.
Helen couldn't help but smile into her scrambled eggs, and then she dashed them down far faster than she would ever have dared if her mother had been present. She washed her plate as quickly as humanly possible, while ensuring it was spotless, and then ran from the kitchen.
Grace passed a rather subdued Giles on the stairs.
"Good morning, mummy" he said, but she didn't respond, instead she just hurried past him. Giles continued on his miserable way to the kitchen as Grace burst into Helen's room. She crossed quickly to the chest of drawers and pulled it open; her head back a little as if she expected the Red Guard to leap out.
She lifted each nightie out in turn and inspected it carefully. When she came to the pink one she wrinkled her nose, squinted her eyes and her face began to boil.
While Giles munched on cold toast in the kitchen, Grace burst into his bedroom followed by Helen who had only just caught her up.
"Is everything all right, mummy?" asked Helen.
Grace didn't answer; she stormed to Giles' bed and ripped the duvet from it. She saw the stains on his sheets straight away, and after a moment or two she saw the stains on his duvet. Her face was by now apoplectic.
"Get every one of your nighties, including the one you wore last night, in the wash!" said Grace as she rushed past Helen for the stairs. Helen turned with a grin, and dashed to her room, hoping to get to the kitchen in time to see Grace confront Giles.
Giles looked up as he heard Grace come into the kitchen. He was still subdued, lost in his own self-pity as he munched indifferently on his toast. When he saw Grace's face, and saw her charge towards him he felt himself seized by panic.
He pushed his chair back, began to stand, but she was on him before he had a chance to prepare himself. A stinging slap crashed into his face and he felt his ear pulled savagely.
"You filthy disgusting perverted little boy!" screamed Grace. She dragged him to his feet and he yelped at the pain in his ear. She slapped him again savagely.
"You're going to be sorry you were ever born!" she shrieked.
Giles was already sorry he'd ever been born.
Helen dashed into the kitchen carrying a pile of nighties; she smiled at Giles quickly before adopting a more sober expression. She didn't dare delay, not with her mother in the mood she was in at the moment and so she hurried into the scullery.
"Get your clothes off, all of them. Now!" Grace shouted giving Giles one last slap, one last savage twist of the ear before she let him go.
"Mummy?" said Giles crying already.
"To think of the time and effort we've put into trying to bring you up properly, like a nice boy, and you reward us with this disgusting behaviour" she yelled.
Giles started getting undressed.
"You've been told about abusing yourself - it's a sin, a filthy disgusting sin, and doing it with your sisters night wear, you make me feel sick" she said, slapping him heavily again.
"But, mummy I..." he began.
"Your own sister, you filthy pervert. I'm ashamed. You wait until I tell your father. If there's anything left of you after I've finished he's going to want to deal with it" she screamed.
Giles dropped his pants and stood shaking, his hands crossed in front of his groin. Helen returned from the scullery, the washing machine beginning to sing in the background.
"You stink of it" said Grace "You stink of your shame and sin and disgusting behaviour. I'm going to whip you until you bleed but first I'm going to wash that filth off you" she shouted "Get up to the bathroom and run a bath."
Giles moved quickly, speeding up as he approached the door. He saw Helen smiling at him, and he ran. Grace went to a cupboard and rummaged angrily. She pulled out a bar of old fashioned carbolic soap and a very unfriendly looking scrubbing brush. When she turned back towards the door she saw Helen standing looking sad.
"You come with me girl!" said Grace "It's about time you learned to take care of your brother."
Continued in Chapter Fifty