Page 44 of Depraved Boys

Two different sets of hands jostled me to a sitting position, and someone pulled the pillowcase off my head. I blinked to clear my vision. It was still night, and we were somewhere in the mountains. A large pond stretched about five-hundred feet in diameter, and a glowing tent stood on the other side of the bank.

Ashley sat on my right, looking strangely composed. The figures in black were girls from around the academy clad in leggings and sweaters. My eyes bulged. What the hell was going on?

Geraldine and Bianca strolled out from behind us, both wearing black and looking like blonde and raven-haired versions of Audrey Hepburn from the Funny Face movie.

Bianca beamed. “Welcome to the Queens of Brittas Academy initiation ceremony.”

“Hmmmmm!” The gag muffled my words. I shook my head and jerked my arms, but tight ropes held them behind my back.

“What’s that, Pigsty?” Bianca cupped her hand behind her ear.

“Sorry, I don’t understand pork,” said Geraldine.

The girls’ laughter filled the air, and a frustrated breath huffed around my nostrils. Why was I here when I had made no indication of even liking these queens, let alone wanting to join their stupid gang?

“Shut up, Willow,” muttered Ashley. “You’re making us both look bad.”

Bianca paced up and down the bank of the pond, holding a riding crop. “Every woman in Brittas Academy has the makings of a queen, but she must earn her greatness.”

The other girls cheered.

My brows creased. What the hell did they want us to do? I looked around and couldn’t find any signs of roads or mountain peaks. This indicated that we were at a high elevation, but I didn’t know the Lake District well enough to recognize our location in the dark.

A cold wind blew through my cotton nightgown and made goosebumps prickle across my skin. I shivered and wished they would hurry up and take us back to the academy.

“Now, Ashley,” said Bianca. “I present to you a sister’s dilemma.”

Ashley sat straighter, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm, and her unbound hands clasped to her chest. “I’m ready.”

Geraldine pointed at the glowing tent on the other side of the pond. “If both of you swim to that lantern and back, we’ll accept you both into the fold.”

I sucked in a deep breath through my nose. Ashley was just as strong a swimmer as me. When we lived in London, the four of us used to swim in the ponds of Hampstead Heath all the time. I turned to her and flashed my eyes, indicating for her to accept the challenge. I had a feeling that refusing them was not an option.

“Or…” Bianca drew out the word, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “If you accept challenge number two, you join the Queens of Brittas Academy and Pigsty gets the penalty.”

One of their sycophants brought an uncorked magnum of champagne, which I doubted contained any form of sparkling wine.

“What’s the second challenge?” asked Ashley.

Geraldine and Bianca exchanged amused grins. Bianca said, “You have to bring us both to a shuddering climax with your tongue.”

I wrinkled my nose. Even if Ashley was bisexual, she wouldn’t go anywhere near those two skanks. My shoulders relaxed. The choice would be easy. We would swim across the pond, get their lantern, and they’d let us go. But a little voice in the back of my mind told me that these so-called queens might leave us out here once we were in the water.

“Alright,” said Ashley. “I’ll go down on you, but turn my sister the other way, so she doesn’t get to watch.”

A shocked breath huffed out of my nostrils. I doubled over and choked on my saliva. What the hell was Ashley doing?

“Watch!” Bianca yanked me up by my hair, and two girls turned me around.

Ashley crawled on her hands and knees toward a picnic blanket spread out on the ground. One of the girls brought glass lanterns and placed one at each corner of the blanket, as though preparing for a ritual. I jerked my head away, but another set of hands threaded into my hair and yanked my head back to the spectacle.

I shook my head. This had to be a joke. In a minute, the girls would turn around and call me an idiot for getting scared.

But when Geraldine walked in the middle of the blanket and lay on her back, my heart sank. It was really happening. The blonde girl raised her hips and pulled her leggings and panties over her hips and down her knees.

Instead of shouting ‘fuck this’ and bolting away, Ashley continued to crawl toward the other girl on her hands and knees. My twin sister settled herself between Geraldine’s spread legs and pulled the leggings all the way down to her ankles.

Tears filled my eyes, and sorrow made my shoulders sag. Instead of swimming across the pond and getting us both out of this mess, Ashley had chosen to orally pleasure two detestable girls and had left me to suffer a penalty. I turned my eyes to the cloudless, indigo sky, wondering if Mom and Dad could see this.