"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.
CHAPTER NINE
"Fucking hell!" he said with feeling. He stared straight ahead of himself at Wendy, who was gagged, and suspended from the ceiling by a rope and handcuffs. When she saw him she started making violent and incomprehensible noises behind her gag. She was wearing only her pale yellow bra and matching knickers. Alan's penis sprang to full size despite the aching in his testicles.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled, starting to struggle again.
"You wanted to see your darling cousin naked didn't you?" said Victoria "Well here's your chance."
Wendy began struggling too, and making more noises. Emily, who stood quietly to the side, stepped over to Wendy, ripped the gaffer tape from her mouth, and let Wendy spit out the socks she had stuffed in there .
"Help!" Wendy screamed "Fucking get them off me, Alan, do something for Christ's sake!"
Paul and Victoria dragged him to the centre of the room, with Ben and the girls in close attendance in case he managed to break free.
"I won't tell on you, I promise" shrieked Wendy "Just get me out of here!"
Alan suddenly flew into a rage and ripped himself away from Victoria, swinging his body wildly to the side. Paul let go of him and threw himself at his legs again, causing Alan to come crashing to the floor. Ben and the girls leapt on him, quickly pinning him down. He struggled furiously, as if his life depended on it, but their combined weight was too much. Eventually he exhausted himself, and feeling pathetic and weak in front of Wendy he just went limp and gave in.
Emily handed Victoria a length of nylon rope, and she tied it to Alan's handcuffs. Between them they managed to haul Alan to his feet, and Paul hoisted him up arms outstretched to the ceiling, and he tied the rope off.
"I'm knackered" said Paul, let's take a break.
"Good idea, let them stew a while" agreed Victoria "Ben, drinks" she added.
"Drinks? Uh, where?" he asked.
"Show him Alison" she said.
Alison took Ben's hand and bounded out of the room with him.
"They make a cute couple don't they?" said Emily, as everyone collapsed onto comfy chairs.
"Do they?" asked Paul "I think that remains to be seen"
"No, not them, Ben and Alison" said Emily.
"Oh, uh, yeh I guess so. Can't say I've really noticed" said Paul.
Victoria rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Boys, if it's not attached to their dicks they don't notice anything."
Emily giggled, and Amy joined in.
"Please, let me go. I don't care what you do to him. I'll even help. But let me go" whined Wendy.
"They're not going to do anything" said Alan, sounding a lot more confident than he felt, "They wouldn't dare."
Victoria smiled at him darkly and was about to say something when Alison and Ben burst back into the room carrying a six pack of coke. The condensation clothed cans looked cold. They handed out the cans, keeping a couple for themselves, and for a moment the room was full of rupturing ring-pulls, the release of carbon dioxide pressure, and the eventual 'aaah's' as people took their first sips.
Alan and Wendy, who'd been out walking for a couple of hours in the hot sun without thinking to take anything to drink with them, were very thirsty. They stared lustfully at the bright red symbols of refreshment.
"Shall we give them a drink" asked Emily, seeing their desperation.
"No, let them suffer" said Victoria coldly.
"No, let him suffer. He's the bastard. I didn't do anything" said Wendy.
"You invaded our patch. You didn't have permission, you just strolled in" said Victoria.
"I didn't know. He brought me here. I didn't even want to come" she pleaded.
"Typical. Bloody tourists. We don't like tourists. No, sorry Wendy, you've got to pay" said Victoria.
"Fuck you!" shouted Alan, emboldened by their inactivity, "We don't need your fucking permission. Who do you think you are? Bloody God? You wait 'til I get free I'm gonna beat the shit out of all of you, and I don't care if you're girls."
"Alan" said Victoria dangerously, quietly putting a placating hand up towards him "I'm going to break a rule today, and do something I don't ever do" she paused for effect waiting for Alan to ask her what, but he wasn't playing her game, so she continued "Normally, when we catch intruders like you, we just punish them. They never know what's going to happen until it happens, that way it's always such a delightful surprise. But with you I'm going to make an exception."
Everyone's eyes turned to Victoria, waiting to hear what she was going to say next.
"You're a bully, and a very unpleasant person. What you were trying to do to Wendy earlier was cruel and brutal. And I think that probably just sums you up. So, just for you, I'm going to tell you in detail what we're going to do to you, as punishment for what you did to Wendy, for what you might have been done to her if we hadn't stopped you, for invading our territory, for fighting us and trying to escape, and for being rude and obnoxious." Victoria said, pausing again, but this time taking another sip of her coke.
"Are you ready big boy?" she asked "Feeling brave enough to take it, or would you like a few minutes to prepare yourself?"
"Fuck you!" he shouted "You don't scare me"
"That's because you don't know me very well, and because you're very stupid" said Victoria icily.
"I know enough to know you're a frigid cow" he yelled.
"Frigid?" snorted Paul, coke dribbling down his nose. He began coughing.
"Happy with the cow part then?" Victoria asked Paul teasingly, but he wasn't capable of answering her.
"We'll discuss that later" she said slapping him on the back a few times, while he recovered himself. Paul pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and started to clean himself up.
Victoria turned her attention back to Alan. "We're going to start by stripping you down to your underpants, just like Wendy here" she waved a hand casually in Wendy's direction "and then we're going to take your pants off, so you'll be hanging there completely naked. Then we're going to make sure you get an erection, and we're all going to inspect it carefully, see how you measure up. With any luck there'll be something we can ridicule you for, but maybe not. I guess that's going to have to be our surprise. The girls here might want to play with you a bit, but they aren't going to let you come. Maybe they'll tickle you a bit too.
Alan started to blush, he didn't really believe her, but the way she was looking at him, the way she was talking, calmly, quietly, as if she was planning a shopping trip, made him go cold inside.
"And then you're going to get a beating. That's not a normal part of our repertoire, but we do use it to punish naughty boys like you from time to time, but the difference in your case is that it's going to be severe. And I mean really severe. Do you get beaten at home?"
Alan just glared at her. Victoria turned to Wendy "Does he?"
Wendy shook her head violently "No" she said.
"Well that's going to be bit of a shock then" said Victoria turning her attention back to Alan "It's going to hurt, Alan, it's going to hurt a lot, and it's not going to stop until you're crying like a baby and screaming like a little girl. And then, when we've done taking the piss out of you for that, Paul's going to bend you over this chair here, and he's going to take you up the arse."
"Am I?" asked Paul.
"Yes you are" said Victoria, more in the way of an order than a prediction "and then, if Ben wants to, he can do the same."
"Uh, no thanks" said Ben.
"Up to you sweety, no need to be shy" said Victoria giving Ben a wink.
"After you've been well and truly buggered you're going to wank yourself off for us. In a variety of position: standing up, lying on your back, kneeling, and whatever else takes our fancy. Then, you are going to beg our forgiveness, and when you've persuaded us beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're sincere, we'll get together for a bit of a discussion and decide what to do to you next. If you're a very good boy from here on in, we might let you go. When we do eventually let you go, you'll go naked. Your clothes will be left somewhere up the forest trail, and you can have fun searching for them on your way home to your mummy."
Alan sneered at here. Any fear he had started to feel was now long gone. Her description had become so ridiculous that he just didn't believe a word of it.
"So are you going to be a good boy?" Victoria asked.
"Suck my dick!" he said.
"No I don't think so. But, since you're still being rude, I think a roll in some stinging nettles would do you some good. While you're still naked of course" she said.
"Who stuck a turnip up your arse, you country bumpkin?" he spat.
That hit a raw nerve. Victoria hated these big city kids who came here thinking they were so sophisticated, so cool, and that the locals were somehow backward yokels.
"All right then. While all this is going on, exactly as I described it big boy, I'm going to be sitting here watching, and thinking up an especially nasty punishment just for you."
Alan sneered at her in challenge.
"If he doesn't quit it soon, we're going to be cutting his knob off by the time we've finished" said Emily.
"No one's that bloody stupid, are they?" said Paul.
"I don't know" said Victoria "He's about as stupid as you can get"
"I've got a feeling he won't be so big once we've got his pants off" said Alison.
"That usually makes them pretty humble" said Emily
"Or randy" said Victoria casting a glance at Paul, who shrugged "I can't help my extravagant libido" he said with a grin.
"What... what... about me?" said Wendy, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Victoria looked at her and thought for a little while in silence. Eventually she said "Are you going to behave and do as you're told, or are you going to be difficult and rude like your cousin?"
"I'll be good I promise" said Wendy.
"Well, you still have to be punished for invading our territory, although I do accept that Alan led you here so it wasn't entirely your fault" said Victoria.
Wendy let out a huge sigh of relief, and sobbed "Thank you".
"You're still going to be stripped naked, and the boys will probably want to tickle you a bit, and very likely play with you. Do you know what I mean?" asked Victoria.
Wendy shook her head, not daring to speak.
"Well, to put it crudely, they are boys after all, they'll probably want to play with your fanny and tits. They're not going to fuck you though, just play around a bit. Then, if you're good, we'll let you go and you can help us with Alan. You'll have to stay naked though, until we're finished" said Victoria,
Wendy nodded. She didn't really know what Victoria meant about the boys, and she sure as hell didn't want to have to be naked, but she knew she didn't have a choice. Alan might have doubted Victoria, but Wendy had no doubts. They were going to do whatever they wanted with her in any case, and if she went along with it, it was going to be a good deal easier. The last thing she wanted was to be punished the way they were threatening to punish Alan.
"Do you want to get some revenge on this little shit here?" Victoria asked her, nodding her head towards Alan. Wendy glared at Alan "You bet, the bastard, I want him to suffer after what he did to me."
"Good, let's get started then. Girls, get Alan stripped down to his pants, no further though until I say. If you want you can tickle and torment him, but the pants stay on. Boys you sort out Wendy, but don't dawdle okay? I'm not saying rush it, but be as quick as you can" said Victoria, sitting back in her chair, cuddling her can of coke and looking forward to enjoying the show. She was very much looking forward to breaking this arrogant bully. This was a boy she was determined would never be rude to her again.
Paul and Ben rose to their feet and advanced on Wendy, who regarded them with resigned terror. Alison and Amy literally bounced up from their seats, with Emily rising more elegantly, following them. Alan, full of suspicion and fear, did not know what to think. Was this a bluff? A tactic to get him to surrender? Or were they actually serious? He could not bring himself to believe they were serious. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced: they wouldn't dare.
Alison and Amy went to it speedily, attacking Alan's shoes and socks first. Emily, arriving a little later, started to unbutton his black shirt. Alan ignored them, even as his uncertainty began to rise, he levelled his gaze at Victoria, glaring at her. Victoria smiled back sweetly.
"No! Oh God!" yelled Wendy, as Paul pulled her pale yellow bra from her chest. Her skin wasn't quite tanned, but there was enough darkening for the whiteness of this virgin territory to be noticeable. Ben grinned, his second pair of tits in a day, and these were bigger than Alison's, more proper.
Alan couldn't help himself but break his defiant eye contact with Victoria and look to his side, where he saw Wendy's breasts, bare and exposed. This had two simultaneous effects on him. Firstly physical, as his penis began to engorge and stiffen inside his pants, and secondly mental, as his wavering certainty that they were bluffing was critically undermined. He began to seriously worry, but he knew there was one last test. That test was the knickers that Ben had taken hold of. If they were bluffing, if this was all crap to scare him, they wouldn't pull Wendy's knickers down. If they did; if they actually stripped her naked, then it seemed very unlikely they would not also strip him naked. They might still be bluffing about the other stuff, but the possibility that these girls were going to strip him, and see his entire naked body, especially now he had hard-on, was mortifying enough. He held his breath, eyes riveted to Wendy knickers, his heart pounding.
Ben took hold of the elasticated waistband of Wendy's knickers at the sides, near where her hip bones protruded, and feigning a casual indifference that was far from his true feelings, he pulled them swiftly down.
"Oh, Please!" begged Wendy "Don't, let me go I promise I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want." Her humiliating exposure was accompanied by tears, and flushed red skin, her eyes downcast not wanting to catch anyone's gaze.
Paul, still stood behind Wendy, brought his arms around her and cupped her breasts in his hands, stroking and massaging them gently.
"No, pleeeease!" pleaded Wendy.
As Ben's body bent and stooped to pull her knickers off, his eyes never left her pussy. Framed by white untanned skin, it looked similar to Alison's only more developed, and with more hair. He felt his penis stir again with longing as he dropped the knickers and stood up straight again.
Alan's heart stopped momentarily. He couldn't breathe. His last mental defence crumbled. They had pulled Wendy's knickers down, stripped her absolutely naked, and the older boy Paul was touching her - sexually. How could he now doubt that they would do the same to him. He willed his penis to relax, fought to diminish it, but it was hopeless. His cousin, who he'd been lusting after these past few days, and who he'd even tried to strip himself, was dangling naked just a few feet away from him. Nothing was going to dissolve the concrete in his pants, and he knew it.
Victoria could see the horror painted across Alan's face, and had a pretty good idea of what was going on in his mind. She smiled a little broader, becoming a little impatient to see him bared similarly. Alison, Amy, and Emily had stopped stripping Alan when Wendy had cried out, and they were still watching her. Alan's shirt was undone, pushed up his arms and tied so he was effectively naked from the waist up. His feet were now bare, and Alison, taking the lead, had been about to undo his trousers.
"Ladies?" said Victoria.
The girls looked over at Victoria, then nodded "Sorry" said Alison, on their behalf, and took hold of Alan's belt, slipping the leather out of the buckle.
Alan, with Alison's new assault bringing him very much back to earth, panicked. He started to struggle, physically and mentally. He couldn't reconcile the two opposing ideas that dominated his thoughts. On the one hand he was certain they wouldn't dare, on the other he had just witnessed that they had dared with Wendy. Then suddenly he had it. When they were free, after this nightmare, what was to stop him telling on them, they'd surely be in big trouble. Paul was groping Wendy who they'd stripped, and Ben looked like he was about to touch Wendy fanny. This was tantamount to rape, surely illegal, he could tell the police, or at least threaten too.
Alison had by this time undone Alan's belt, and was undoing the button and metal clasp at the top of Alan's black trousers.
"Stop!" he yelled "Wait a minute, stop!"
Alison continued. She knew well enough that she only took orders from the seniors in the gang, she wasn't going to pay any attention to a mere captive. She pulled his fly down revealing dazzling white y-fronts underneath.
"I said stop, I've got something to say!" shouted Alan, being very careful not to swear or be offensive, he didn't want to provoke them any further.
"Hold on girls, let's hear him" said Victoria. As much as she wanted to get on to him being naked, she was enjoying his suffering and was prepared to drag it out. He'd be naked soon enough, and patience was something she had in abundance.
Alison stopped, leaving Alan's trousers gaping. Paul, who's right hand had been sliding down Wendy's front towards her pussy, also stopped, but Ben who was in the process of pulling Wendy's labia apart continued, far too involved in this exciting new game to be distracted.
"I just think you should know - " said Alan, being as diplomatic as he knew how " -that you're making a big mistake. I mean, when you let us go, we're going to tell. You'll get into trouble. I mean big trouble, with the police and everything. You could go to jail."
"Don't be silly" said Victoria.
"No really! Look, if you let us go now we won't say anything. I promise. We'll just leave, forget this ever happened, and we won't ever bother you again" he pleaded.
"Alan, I always keep my word, and I've told you what's going to happen to you. And what I described is exactly what's going to happen. So stop being a cry baby and just get used to it" said Victoria evenly, giving Alison a quick nod.
Alison needed no other encouragement and swiftly dragged Alan's trousers down his legs.
"No! You stupid fucking bumpkins, you won't get away with this. You'll be caught, and in big trouble. For fuck's sake you'll be in big fucking trouble! Can't you see that?" he shouted losing his cool and all pretensions to diplomacy in his panic.
While Alison forced Alan's trousers off over his feet Victoria smiled sweetly at Alan again. "Although your punishment is going to be far worse than normal Alan, we have done this sort of thing many times, and so far no one has ever told on us. The reason for that is that, unlike you, we know what we're doing, and you should know that we're very clever bumpkins" her words dripped like honey from her mouth.
"Very clever bumpkins" emphasised Emily with a grin.
"And, since you've insulted us all again by calling us bumpkins I'm going to add yet another punishment. I think after you've demonstrated your wanking skill to us you can be spanked, by each of us here, including Wendy, and on top of the beating you're going to receive that's going to hurt. Really hurt. If you want more punishments, you only have to say. We'll be happy to oblige." Victoria winked at him, and nodded again to Alison.
"You must be about the stupidest boy we've ever caught" said Alison, looking down at the bulge in the front of his pants. She had no doubt that Alan was rigid, but there was no threat that his diminutive tumescence was going to escape the confines of his underwear.
"You're not very big" she said "Is that why your mummy buys you little boy pants."
Amy giggled, and Emily patted Alan on the bottom. Growing bolder, Alison placed a hand on the front of his pants and grabbed his penis. "It's no bigger than Ben's and he's only twelve. I'm not surprised Wendy wasn't interested in you" she taunted.
"We'll measure it in a bit" said Emily "Once we've got him naked. But for now, let's just tickle him."
Alison grinned and started wiggling her finger just above the waistband of Alan's pants. Amy went to work on his tummy and chest, while Emily, from behind, brought both her hands down his flanks simultaneously. Alan shrieked.
Ben had not stopped for a second. He was running his fingers up and down Wendy's labia, occasionally dabbing at her clitoris gently. Wendy grunted, and thrashed slightly in her bonds. She had never felt anyone touch her down their before, and it wasn't pleasant. She wanted to die, just to put an end to it, but she didn't want to make a fuss. A pragmatist, she knew they could do whatever they wanted, and letting them, she thought, would bring the ordeal to a speedier close, and more than likely less arduous. She felt sick, but overwhelmingly, she was glad she wasn't in Alan's shoes.
Ben was irritated when Paul's hand descended into his territory and gently knocked his hands aside. He looked up at him with a frown, but Paul's beautiful dark brown eyes just smiled at him. Ben fixed his gaze on Wendy's breasts, planning to play with those next, but he was further irritated by the fact that Paul's left hand was monopolising those.
"What am I supposed to do?" he whined.
"Watch, and learn" said Paul.
Ben was going to complain further, but he remembered that Paul was his senior and he should do as he was told. The prospect of punishment weighed heavily on him. He decided to go along with it, play a passive role, and watch what Paul did. Maybe he could learn something useful, although he felt he already knew all there was to know about girls.
Paul moved closer behind Wendy, holding her tenderly in an embrace. He lowered his head and whispered something in her ear, then he kissed the side of her neck. His left hand caressed her breasts and worked her nipples gently, while his right slid between her legs and massaged gently up and down, focussing more and more on her clitoris.
Wendy's nausea and the revulsion to Ben's touch gave way to different sensations. She could feel Paul's warm body behind her, feel the presence of his manhood, stiff and warm, pressing into her bottom through his trousers. Paul was so much more desirable than Alan, or Ben, she thought, and his touch awakened feelings in her she hadn't known she was capable of.
As Alan shrieked and screamed at the tickling he was receiving from the girls, Wendy moaned and writhed erotically, trying to turn her head round so that she could kiss Paul. Obligingly he moved his head forward, and their lips met. She kissed at him hungrily as she rapidly approached orgasm.
Victoria watched Alan squirm and thrash, as the girls terrorised him with their delicate fingers. His erection pushed his pants outwards, but it remained in place, moving little, and still not threatening to emerge. She turned her attention to Wendy, and a surge of pride welled up in her. She had taught Paul well, he was quite a master at this now. She looked at Ben who watched Paul and Wendy with envy. He was going to have to learn too, and with careful instruction, she felt, he could be just as adept as Paul. She was looking forward to his training. She was overwhelmed suddenly with joy, realising that there was so much to look forward to. This afternoon was going to be brilliant, breaking Alan was probably going to be the most fun they'd ever had with a captive, and later Ben and Amy were going to need training. Alison too, needed further instruction. Victoria became quite moist, and began to writhe a little herself. She was definitely going to want some sex for herself later on. With Paul first, she decided, but maybe she'd give Ben a lesson too. She took a big sip of coke to cool herself down.
Paul brought his right hand a little lower, and feeling how wet Wendy was, he pushed a finger inside her and stroked it up and around. Wendy took a sharp intake of breath at this new, but welcome invasion and stiffened slightly in his arms. Paul's finger explored creatively, searching for the g spot. Wendy was slammed by a sudden wall of pleasure that she had never even imagined possible before and she cried out loudly "Oh God!" Paul felt the powerful contractions begin to pulse in the lower part of her belly, and he knew to cease his efforts. He didn't let go of her, but his hands stopped caressing her breasts and her pussy, and brought them around her, holding her in a tight hug, and his kissing became more tender and less passionate.
"Bugger me!" said Ben in amazement, as Wendy melted into Paul's arms, surrendering utterly to the waves of pleasure that washed over her, and realising with a frightening intensity, how much she had fallen in love with this beautiful, sexy, and talented boy she had only just met.
Victoria watched Wendy's first orgasm with the briefest touch of jealousy. She gave Wendy a few moments to recover herself before she spoke, but she had to raise her voice in order to be heard over Alan's shrieking.
"So are you going to behave yourself Wendy?" she asked.
Wendy nodded, her long brown hair falling across her face, obscuring Victoria's view of it. "I'll be good I promise" she managed to gasp.
"And you'll do exactly as you're told. No arguments, no fuss?" continued Victoria.
"Yes, yes" said Wendy quickly.
"All right, good girl, but remember, we can string you up again any time we want, and if we do there'll be no second chances, and it'll only get worse" said Victoria.
"No, you won't have to, I'll do as you say I promise" said Wendy desperately.
"Okay, you can let her down now" she said to Paul, who just smiled and nodded.
"I didn't get a go" complained Ben.
"Ben, behave yourself" said Victoria "Your chance will come."
Alison had paused her tickling of Alan when Victoria had told Paul Wendy could be released. Knowing that once Wendy was done with, they could deal with Alan properly, and that would likely start with his pants coming down. She wanted to be in position ready. Amy had been given the privilege of pulling Ben's down, and she wasn't going to be cheated out of the fun of pulling Alan's down.
After Paul had released Wendy from the rope, and with a strong arm around her, lowered her to the floor, Victoria tossed a key across to him. He caught it easily and bent to remove the handcuffs. Wendy, still feeling weak from her orgasm, rubbed her wrists, and tried to come to terms with what had happened to her. She felt strange, not at all her usual self. Oddly she didn't blame Paul or Victoria or any of the others, perhaps because her feelings for Paul had clouded the issue. She could still feel his arm around her shoulders as he squatted beside her comfortingly. She felt warm and content; alien feelings that her teenage cynicism should not allow. She reached up a hand and took Paul's in hers, gave it a squeeze and tilted her head up towards him hopefully. Paul obliged, bending a little further, he kissed her, but only briefly.
"Come on, we've got work to do" he said gently.
"Okay" she said.
Paul helped her to her feet, and although she was quite conscious of her complete nudity, she somehow didn't care. As she rose she couldn't help but brush her hand lighty across the front of his trousers, feeling the mysterious lump there. She wanted to see it, to hold it, feel it. Paul, a hand still around her shoulders, patted her gently on the bottom.
"Maybe later" he said reading her mind "If you're a good girl."
Slightly disappointed, but with an ember of hope, she looked up at Alan who still wore his pants. She scowled darkly at him. It was him; he was to blame; for the whole thing, and she was looking forward to helping make him pay.
Continued in Chapter Ten