Victoria was struggling with Paul; they were both concentrating on making it look real and didn't see Helen's unscripted improvisation. Emily, gripping Giles tightly, had her head buried in his neck and could see nothing. Ben and Alison were struggling equally convincingly and were equally distracted. Only Amy stood apart, but she was watching Paul, admiring the way his hair flew about over his face; the way his bottom curved outwards and thrusted and swung in the struggle.
It was a riot. Everyone was screaming and shouting at the tops of their voices: Victoria at Paul, to let her go; let her castrate Giles; Alison similarly with Ben. Emily kept shouting that she'd got him, and they should cut them off now. Helen snarled and growled but uttered nothing intelligible or comprehensible, or even human; as she closed the blades around Giles testicles.
Above all of this was Giles' high pitched screaming. He no longer begged God for help, he no longer pleaded for mercy. As the blades closed he just screamed like a little girl.
Alison, who was supposed to be fighting to get to the bolt-cutters herself, looked down at the floor as she tried yet again to pull away from Ben. She was surprised when she saw the bolt-cutters gone. She looked up and saw Helen; saw the bolt-cutters; saw what was about to happen. 'Shit!' she thought "Let go, Ben!" she shouted and tried to pull away, but Ben, still wrapped up in the drama, kept hold of her. Alison couldn't get free.
With a silent mental apology, she stamped her foot down hard on Ben's and at the same time smashed a hand back into his groin. Ben doubled up, fell forwards, and let out a pitiful "Aaaaaawwwghhhh!" as he released her. Alison flew at Helen slamming into her and knocking her backwards. The bolt-cutters fell to the floor again and Alison tried to wrestle Helen down, trying to make it look like she was fighting her for possession of the bolt-cutters; for the honour of being the one to castrate Giles. Helen fought back like a wounded tiger, scratching and biting at Alison in a rage.
The clatter of the bolt-cutters, and this explosion of unexpected, unstaged violence drew the attention of the others. Paul and Victoria stopped struggling; Amy looked over; Emily released Giles and looked up.
Paul and Victoria dived in pulling the two girls apart. Paul grabbed the feral Helen, while Victoria grabbed Alison; growing suddenly angry, thinking that Alison had lost her temper again. Victoria slapped Alison sharply across the bottom "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Sorry" said Alison quickly beginning to tear up "You don't understand, Helen had the bolt-cutters, she was going to cut Giles Bollocks off, I had to stop her" after a pause she added "Because I wanted to do it" hoping that Victoria would see the point. Victoria held Alison for a moment then relaxed. She gave Alison a quick hug and mouthed a silent apology.
Paul was wrestling with Helen; he had her held from behind, but her arms and legs were flailing violently. Her dress had ridden up and her knickers were flashing at everyone. Victoria slapped Helen across the face, and this seemed to calm her. Helen brought a hand to where she had been slapped and suddenly started crying. Her body went limp, and Paul's restraining grip turned to more of a cuddle.
"Only one person is going to cut his bollocks off" shouted Victoria firmly, returning to the script "And that's me!" She stooped to pick up the bolt-cutters. Quickly, Paul jumped up abandoning Helen, but instead of grabbing Victoria he put an arm around her shoulders.
"Victoria, just now you told me you loved me with all your heart" he spoke quickly, urgently, with pleading in his voice "You said there was nothing you wouldn't do for me. Well do this for me: give Giles a chance. I think he's sorry, I think he'll do as he's told, I think he'll be an obedient slave. Please, for the love of God, don't cut his balls off"
Victoria turned to Paul and said very softly "Paul, please don't ask me that"
"I am asking, Victoria. I am asking" he said firmly.
Victoria turned her head to Giles very slowly. "Is he right, Giles?"
Giles threw himself to Victoria's feet and smothered them with kisses. "Yes, I am sorry, I will be your slave, do whatever you want, I'll never disobey, please belieeeeve meee..."
Victoria dropped the bolt-cutters. "If you're lying to me, Giles..." she said without completing the threat, but her voice was cold enough to cause frostbite.
"Nooo, I'm not, never..." he said bawling. His terror and his relief pouring from him in one great long howling bawling sob.
The atmosphere in the room calmed down. Paul went over to help Helen up again, who sat crying and looking quite subdued. Victoria gave Alison another hug and whispered "Sorry, darling, I thought you'd lost it."
"No" said Alison quietly "She was going to do it honestly, if I'd been a split second later he really would have been castrated."
It was then that Victoria noticed Ben still doubled up on the floor, squirming in pain. Victoria hurried over and dropped to her knees, putting an arm around him "What's the matter Ben, what happened?" she asked. Ben didn't feel able to speak yet, he just grunted miserably.
Alison thought she ought to confess before Victoria got angry at her "My fault" said Alison.
"Why? What did you do?" asked Victoria.
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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Changes last made on: Thursday, March 15, 2018