"Hello!" called out Ben as he made his way to the room on the right. No one replied. He went through into the first room, and it was empty.
"It doesn't look like anyone's here yet" he said as Amy came through the door.
"I hope they're not going to be too long" said Amy.
Ben plonked himself down in a chair, ready to wait as long as it took; his mind focussing on Alison and her gorgeous naked body again. Amy began rummaging through cupboards and drawers. When Ben realised what she was doing he sat forward slightly "Amy stop! We shouldn't be poking around, it's private."
"No it's not" said Amy "It's gang stuff, and we're in the gang. Anyway, we've got to get to know where everything is so we can help properly."
Ben was far from sure about this, and was worried that the others would be cross.
"Anyway, you're the junior most member, you're the one who's going to have to do all the running around" she reminded him.
"Bugger" he said, realising she was right. Junior to his little sister! Despite her criminal mastermind intelligence, that came hard.
"I'll see if anyone's in the other room" she said bounding back out the door.
Victoria hadn't had a shower when she'd gone home; instead she'd filled the bath, emptied perfumed oils into it, and sunk under the warm water. Not following her own instruction to Paul, she did masturbate. Long and slow, and dreamily. Her mind wandered back and forth over the day: Ben's initiation; Wendy's torment; Alan's torture; her playing with Ben; and Paul with Wendy; she ended her day dream not with what had already happened, but what was going to happen. She orgasmed violently as she pictured Paul's scimitar like shaft entering her.
Victoria relaxed euphorically, as the warm water lapped at her over-sensitised body. She didn't understand why she felt the way she did. She didn't know why stripping a boy (or girl) and making them do horrible things, or beating them, gave her such pleasure. It just did. She couldn't help herself. But the sense of power and authority; the ability to make people do things they didn't want to do; the expressions on their faces; and the sheer thrill of the nakedness and rudeness just drove her wild. She was slave to these feelings, and as much a victim of them as her captives.
"Victoria, dinner's nearly ready, what are you doing in there?" she heard her mother shout through the bathroom door. The handle rattled, but the door was locked.
"Just having a bath mum" she shouted back "I'm nearly finished"
Victoria sat at the dining room table watching a video on her laptop; she could hear her mother busily stacking the dishwasher.
"Is that a tit?" said her father from behind her, suddenly causing her to jump. She laughed, rolled her eyes dramatically, and shook her head.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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