"We can do it again if you like" she said.
"Okay" said Ben breathlessly.
"Or you can get dressed if you like" she said with a grin.
"No, let's do it again" he said enthusiastically.
"Good boy" said Alison, patting him on the head like he was a dog.
Suddenly the door opened and Amy rushed in. Ben leapt to cover himself up, mortified that Amy should see him like this again.
"Get dressed!" she shouted with urgency "We've got intruders, two of them."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alan Parks eased himself gently down the slope, leading the way for his cousin Wendy who followed reluctantly behind him.
"Where are we going?" she asked looking bored and tired.
"Exploring" answered Alan. Wendy didn't want to go exploring, she wanted to stay at the guest house and read her magazines; watch TV; and spend the day lazing about without having her parents nagging at her.
Alan took a slow careful look round. The hollow they'd descended into looked deserted. An abandoned old building stood at the far end, and they were far enough away from anywhere that they wouldn't be disturbed, and no-one would hear them even if they shouted at the tops of their voices. That might be important, Alan thought.
They were on holiday. Although not the kind of holiday either of them wanted to be on. Their friends all got to fly off to exotic destinations where they could lie on sun soaked beaches, and live it up at night while the parents thought they were fast asleep. No, their parents had decided on a holiday in the New Forest, where Alan's dad and his uncle could practise their tedious photography hobby. The adults had left early this morning, checking one last time to see if Alan or Wendy wanted to join them, but the idea of spending a day tramping around the countryside while their dads discussed 'f stops' and crap like that appalled them both.
Their parents had been reluctant at first, but Alan was fourteen now, and Wendy was thirteen, they figured they could probably trust them to take care of themselves for the day, and had packed themselves off in the car; issuing dire warnings for misbehaviour. Truth be told, the adults were glad not to have to drag two sullen teenagers around with them, even if they did have misgivings about leaving them on their own.
Alan had had a lie in, day dreaming about what he could do today, but in reality there was only one thing on his mind, and that thing was Wendy. He'd never really got on with her before, but he'd noticed this past day or so that she'd changed. Her long brown hair, her elfish face, her body: beginning to blossom into that of a young woman's, was driving him wild. She even smelt different. He'd spent many an hour at night fantasising about her.
She'd been reading in the guest house lounge, some trashy teen magazine full of gossip and tips on boys and safe sex. He'd had to spend ages to persuade her to come out for a walk, the lazy cow, but in the end he had persuaded her. She was tiring now though, and clearly on the verge of turning back.
Alan brought his careful survey of the hollow to a halt, and looked back at Wendy. Her head was down, watching her footing carefully. She wore a lilac t-shirt, and faded old blue jeans. She planted her feet with the greatest of care, in an attempt to avoid getting her pink and white trainers dirty.
Reaching the flat grass she looked up at Alan, her face a scowl. He was grinning at her strangely, and she wasn't amused. Alan was a little short for his age, and hadn't bulked out yet, he still looked boyish. He was cute, but not the sort of hunk that Wendy dreamed of. She only liked older boys, boys who were more grown up, more mature.
"I want to go back, I'm bored with this nature shit" she said.
"Show me your fanny!" said Alan. Wendy's mouth opened in surprise, not sure if she'd heard him right.
"What?" she exclaimed.
"Show me your fanny" he repeated, with a little less authority this time "Please" he added hopefully.
"Fuck off!" she replied, turning away from him and starting back towards the gentle slop that led back out of the hollow.
"Oh come on please!" Alan begged hurrying to catch her up.
"I'm going back. You go and have a wank or something you pervert" she said harshly.
Impulsively, Alan suddenly grabbed Wendy from behind to stop her from leaving.
"Get off me you bastard" she yelled.
"Please Wendy, just a quick look" he pleaded.
"No!" she said trying to shake him off.
Keeping his arms wrapped round her, he lowered his hands to the button at the top of her jeans and he started to undo it. "Get off!" she shrieked as her hands flew to the top of her jeans protectively. Wendy was scared. Alan had never behaved like this before; he'd never been remotely intimidating; she'd always looked down on him like a little boy. She liked this side of her cousin even less than the side she usually saw.
Alan couldn't make any progress with her jeans, with her hands gripped tightly over the top of them, he couldn't undo them properly. Growing more excited at this intimate and powerful contact he decided to change tack.
"Show us your tits then" he said, and he moved his hands swiftly upwards, sweeping her t-shirt up and over her chest.
"No!" she shouted loudly "Fuck off! Get off me!" she struggled wildly but Alan held her tight. Wendy's pale yellow bra came into view, and she tried to raise her hands to protect herself, but with Alan's arms wrapped round her she had limited freedom to move. Alan was tugging one side of her bra up by the time she got a hand there to stop him. Frustrated that he hadn't quite bared a breast Alan suddenly realised that this was a game he was enjoying, and a game Wendy couldn't win.
Alan moved his hands again, swiftly dropping them to her jeans. He grabbed her solitary protective hand with one of his and easily pulled it aside while he pulled open the front of her jeans with the other. The old, well worn, zip at the front slid down smoothly as if it had a mind of its own. Peering down, he could see the top of matching yellow knickers, and his penis stiffened dramatically in his pants. Wendy's hand came down in a panic grabbing her jeans again to stop them being forced down, and as she did so Alan's free hand came up again, wrenching her bra up and over her breasts. Wendy shrieked and tried to cover her breasts, using both hands this time, but it was too late. Alan had seen all he needed to see of Wendy's beautifully developed, though still small, breasts. His hand passed hers in the opposite direction and he pushed at the front of her knickers trying to force them down so he could get a look at her fanny.
Wendy screamed, but Alan knew that no one would hear her. That's why he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice behind him.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" asked Victoria.
Alan dropped Wendy like a hot potato and span round. He saw six other children staring at him in a quite unfriendly way.
"Just messing about" he said "With my cousin" he added as if that excused him.
Wendy was sobbing and frantically trying to restore her clothing. Emily went over to her, putting an arm around her shoulders "It's alright" she said sympathetically "he's not going to hurt you anymore"
"Fucking bastard, he tried to rape me" she shouted hysterically "You wait 'til dad gets back, you're in deep shit you fucker!" she yelled.
Alan flushed bright red, having no idea what he was going to tell his parents if she told them. He just hoped he'd have time to talk to Wendy, persuade her somehow not to tell on him. But for the moment, he just smiled sheepishly, to placate the angry looking mob in front of him. "We were just mucking about" he said weakly.
Victoria narrowed her eyes "We'll take her inside, get her a drink, calm her down a bit. You wait here" she said, and she joined Emily and Wendy, and led them towards the old wooden building. Over her shoulder she said "If he tries to run away or anything, beat the crap out of him!"
"I'm not going anywhere" Alan said.
Ben watched the girls head away, wondering if he was going to see Wendy naked. He somehow doubted it, feeling sure the girls were feeling sorry for her after her ordeal with Alan. He was disappointed. The only compensation was that he was sure they'd strip Alan, and although it wouldn't be the same, it would be fun.
Alan stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do or say. He sized them up. Two little girls, about ten or eleven years old scowled at him angrily. The boys though just smiled at him. He could take them, he thought, no problem, but there was no reason to go, he needed to talk to Wendy. Maybe the girls would persuade her not to say anything. He could make it up to her somehow, he was sure.
Paul waited until the girls were out of earshot "Girls eh?" he said sympathetically "they're such cry babies"
"Watch it mister" said Alison with an edge of threat to her voice. Paul just turned and gave her a scathing look, and abashed, she shut up.
"You just want to see a bit of fanny and they go all stupid on you" continued Paul.
Alan relaxed a little, at least this boy understood. Ben realising that Paul was trying to put Alan at ease nodded "Yeh, they're not as mature as us boys"
Trying to be surreptitious, Alison kicked Ben in the back of the leg.
"So, have you seen her naked before?" asked Paul.
"Not really" replied Alan.
"I'm Paul by the way, this is Ben, Alison, and Amy" said Paul, motioning to people as he introduced them.
"Alan" said Alan.
"Where you from Alan?" Paul asked.
"Croydon" said Alan, beginning to feel a lot more comfortable now.
"Croydon? I've got a cousin in Croydon. What school do you go to?" asked Paul, repeating a common mantra of the gang.
"Royal Oak, same as Wendy" he said.
"Cool" said Paul "So, has she ever seen you naked?" he added.
"No way!" said Alan, shocked at the thought.
"Looked like you weren't far away there for a minute" said Paul.
"No, I just wanted to see her fanny. I wasn't going to do anything" said Alan defensively.
"Did you see it?" asked Ben.
"Nah. I saw her tits though" he said brightening up.
"Wow!" said Paul nodding approvingly.
"Yeh" said Alan, grinning broadly.
"Got a girlfriend? Back home?" asked Paul.
"Loads" said Alan.
"Get any action?" asked Paul.
"Have you seen any of them naked?" asked Ben excitedly.
"Loads of times" lied Alan "The girls all love me, 'cos I'm so cool" said Alan.
Alison and Amy eyed him up and down sceptically "You don't look very cool" said Alison.
"I could show you a good time" he said to her.
"I doubt it" said Alison "I bet you don't even know what to do"
"I do" said Alan "I've done it"
"Have you?" asked Paul.
"Yeh, loads of times" lied Alan again.
"Liar!" said Alison. She was looking forward to stripping this boy, she wanted him to beg and cry and plead. She was going to do her damndest to make sure he did.
"How old are you?" asked Paul.
"Fourteen" said Alan.
"Your cousin?" he asked.
"Thirteen" said Alan.
"Perfect" said Paul absent-mindedly.
"What? What does that mean?" asked Alan.
"Oh nothing, just a great age to be. I'll be fourteen in the October, looking forward to it" said Paul with a smile.
Before Alan could reply everyone turned to look back at the old building, as they heard Emily call out "Paul? Bring everyone in."
Paul waved and shouted back "Okay", he turned back to Alan, "Come on, I guess they've got her calmed down now."
The whole crowd of them began walking to the old wooden building. Paul knew what was going to happen. The gang had been through so many different kinds of capture that they'd pretty much worked out all the possibilities now. He knew what Victoria and Emily would do, and he knew what they would expect of him. He smiled to himself; Alan was going to get such a shock.
"What is that place?" asked Alan.
"It's our den. Isn't it cool?" he said proudly.
"Yeh it is, is it all yours?" he asked.
"Sure is. All our very own. We've done it up really nice inside, you should see" Paul said as they approached the door. He dropped back a little so that he was behind Alan, and he grabbed Ben by the back of his shirt and tugged him back too, with a silencing look. Ben got the idea and nodded quickly, growing more excited at the prospect of his first proper stripping. He wondered what they were going to do with Alan, and started to get hard again.
Alison, knowing her role well, led the way. She opened the door and marched in without hesitation. Amy followed her. As Alan hesitated slightly on the threshold Paul just gave him an encouraging shove in the back "Go on" he said.
Alan stepped into the darkness of the entrance hall, unable to see clearly for a minute as his eyes adjusted from the bright light outside. Paul followed him directly, with Ben just behind. At that moment Victoria came out of the room on the right, her hands behind her back.
"I wondered what was taking you so long" she said.
That was Paul's cue, he quickly squatted down, wrapped his arms around Alan's legs, and before Alan could respond, lifted and tipped him forward. Unable to do anything but throw his hands out in front of him to prevent his head hitting the floor with a force that would knock him senseless, Alan flailed helplessly. Victoria pounced, and with a speed and dexterity that amazed Ben, she snapped the handcuffs on his wrists.
"What the fuck!" said Alan, too surprised and angry to be scared.
With Victoria's help, Paul rolled Alan onto his back and sat on his legs. Victoria knelt near his head and pushed her face down close to his.
"Let me go!" he spat.
"We will" said Victoria, "but not yet. What you did to Wendy was terrible and you're going to have to be punished. Before we're through with you, you are going to be sorry you were ever born."
As the surprise subsided it was replaced by fear, and he began to struggle. He was strong enough to control Wendy, but he wasn't strong enough to free himself from Paul and Victoria, especially with his wrists cuffed in front of him. Ben leapt to help out, while Alison and Amy just watched, grinning at the prospect of humbling this boy.
They dragged him to his feet and toward the door at the back on the left, while he struggled.
"If you struggle you're only going to make it worse" said Victoria "If I were you I'd just cooperate and not cause any trouble."
Alan wasn't persuaded, he continued to struggle, and Victoria looked back at Alison "He might need pacifying" she said. Alison grinned and pushed her way to the front and turned to face Alan, while Paul and Victoria fought to keep him held and upright.
"Do you want Alison to pacify you?" she asked Alan calmly.
"Fuck off, I'm gonna get you for this" he said stupidly.
"Pacify him Alison" said Victoria simply.
Alison took half a step forward and reached for Alan's fly. As she took hold of the metal tag, he started struggling even more violently, making it hard for her to get hold of it.
"What are you doing, get off" he yelled.
"Ben, give us a hand" said Paul.
Ben grabbed Alan from behind and tried to hold him steady, and at last Alison was able to get his fly undone. She didn't waste any time and thrust her hand in quickly. Surprised to find him wearing y-fronts instead of boxers, she groped for his balls, and when she found them her hand locked on tightly, squeezing hard.
"Aaaaaaahhhh! Shit!" Alan yelled "Get the fuck off, get the fuck off!" Alison didn't let go, she just squeezed a little bit harder.
"Are you going to behave yourself? Or is Alison going to have squash your balls flat?" asked Victoria. Alison didn't wait for an answer, she just squeezed harder still.
"Oooowwww! Fuck! Alright, alright!" he shrieked.
"I think he's pacified now, Alison" said Victoria.
Reluctantly, Alison withdrew her hand, and refastened Alan's fly, but she couldn't resist giving the front of his trousers a quick pat before she backed away again.
"Now you behave yourself!" said Alison, enjoying her role in all this.
"Come on then" said Victoria, as she and Paul dragged Alan down the hall and through the door at the end on the left.
When they entered Alan's eyes suddenly widened, and his jaw dropped open.
Continued in Chapter Nine