Surfing [T. W.]

Their wake up call was a brass band. As they shook the fuzziness out of their minds Harry recognised a hymn tune.



“It’ll be the Sally Army,” suggested Jimmy.



Draco looked bemused.



“The Salvation Army comes round to camp sites in the summer,” ventured Harry.



“Okay, it’s Sunday. Let’s go.” Draco smiled encouragingly.



The musicians marched round the site and then went into the marquee. About a third of the campers followed them. Gordon and his mates were there so were the five denizens of the Magicals’ tent. The service was very different to John’s at St. Godric’s, the preaching was very forceful. However the feeling of the Spirit being present was just as much in evidence.



“… Go and fight evil in Jesus’ name,” the preacher finished.



The Magicals and Peacekeepers felt the call personally and were spurred on their way by a lively rendition of: ‘Onward Christian Soldiers,’ at the close of the service.



§§§§§§



Harry and Fred climbed up a very rough hillside and found a thick clump of gorse covering the entrance.



“If we hack it away they’ll know we’ve been here.”



“Mmm … Possibly … Give me a minute.”



Minute over; Harry started chuckling. He stood up and thrust his hand into the bushes. Fred expected a pained response. Instead he watched in amazement as Harry waded through the spiky greenery as though it were water. Harry emerged unscathed.



“I want you to hold my hand, Fred. Grip firmly but don’t stop the circulation, please.”



Fred looked puzzled, but did as he was asked. Harry silently cast a protection charm over Fred and united it temporarily with Harry’s aura.



“As long as you have hold of my hand, or any other skin contact with me you will be protected from the illusion of gorse bushes, just like Jimmy was in the fire.”



“Y-yes.”



Harry walked into the bush, followed by a hesitant Fred. Fred’s amazed reprieve almost made him loose contact, Harry grabbed Fred’s thumb just in time. Once inside the mine, Harry caused a small piece of rock to give off slight phosphorescence, giving only enough light to ensure they didn’t fall down a hole. The smell coming up the sloping shaft was atrocious – sweaty bodies and stale sewage was the nearest description. They got used to the stink as they probed carefully downwards; eventually encountering some light leaking from below. Harry let the rock lose its glow, giving to Fred to put in his pocket for later use.



The floor became smoother as the light increased and the smell became more pungent. Some shuffling sounds came from ahead so the pair grew more cautious. The smell suddenly clicked into place with Harry. He drew Fred close and whispered very quietly in his ear.



“Be prepared to see a giant round the next corner. If it is not caged or tethered, back up quietly the way we came.”



Fred looked incredulous, but nodded his understanding, no doubt imagining another illusion.



There were two corners before they came across the troll. On the gate of its cage was the name ‘Noah’ on a handsome polished brass plate. The pair remained hidden in what appeared to be the ventilation shaft, set high up in the revealed cavern. There was a set of narrow steps leading to its floor. Harry studied the troll who was bare and its accoutrements, when Harry found them, miniscule. Before they attempted to descend Harry became aware of someone in the room looking through the bars at the beast. He wore a wizard’s mantle.



“Now my pretty, you’ll be having a new playmate soon.” The unmistakeable tones of Theodore Nott sounded. “We’ll want you to show us how much you love him.”



The troll grunted, in a way that Harry took to be approval, walking towards Theo’s outstretched hand. The hand, inserted through the thick bars, started to caress the beast’s genitals and an abandoned smile seemed to light Noah’s face. As the book said, the reversed wedge shape became more and more apparent as its todger grew. Theo applied a clamp near the base and continued rubbing the now rapidly expanding engorgement. The troll looked ecstatic; grunting in time with Theo’s double handed manipulation. Harry heard Fred’s intake of breath as he saw the size of the now fully rampant rooter. Theo persisted in playing with the mammoth mushroom; the troll responded in a series of breathy grunts. The show ended as quite a lot of creamy fluid erupted from between the empurpled lips; Theo managed to get most of it into a glass container. There was no need to remove the clamp for, within a minute, Noah’s implement had regained its former size and the clamp fell off. The beast wandered off and lay on what Harry thought was its bed, going to sleep almost immediately.



“How I’d like to get Potter here,” said Theo dreamily to the troll, rubbing his expanding crotch. “I’d love to have him sitting on your end. I can just see his horrified expression as he realises the extent of you expanding inside his guts … No use dreaming,” Theo shook his head: “In a week’s time that Chris should be ready and he’s rapidly becoming expendable.” Still musing he turned and went out of a door, dimming the light as he went.



Fred patted Harry’s shoulder in sympathy. He helped a shaking Harry to return the way they had come as silently as possible.



§§§§§§



Draco followed Mr Doubter, his guide, down a valley until they came to a small pool.



“The entrance is drowned, Sir. Now what do we do?”



“First we become friendlier, I’m Draco.” Said Magical held out his hand.



“Oh! Now don’t laugh. I’m Tom.” He returned the shake.



“Quite appropriate, in the circumstances. How long as this pool been here?”



“It wasn’t here last winter; I used the entry as my base during one of our war games.”



“I see … either they’ve blocked the entrance, or it’s an illusion.” Draco stripped and walked in. He came out quite dry.



“Err … How did you do that?” Tom bent down and splashed some water with his hand.



Draco cast a unifier charm and held Tom’s hand. “Now splash!”



“I can’t.”



“It’s an illusion, like Harry’s fire. Dry your hand thoroughly whilst I get dressed.”



Draco led Tom by the hand until they reached the adit entrance. This one had rails embedded in the dirt. Once inside they saw that the shimmering water formed a mirage window at the mine’s exit. Tom was gasping for air; looking surprised that he was not wet at all.



“I did say to breathe normally Tom.”



“The illusion was too realistic, Draco; my body wouldn’t believe what my brain was telling it. Give me a minute or two.”



“Listen carefully; you got through that illusion because you were touching me. You may well drown if you try to get out without touching my skin, understand?”



Tom nodded his acquiescence, and signalled Draco to lead on. The slope was downward but quite gentle, the gallery was fairly straight. The moonlight refracted through the false water filled the passage with a myriad twinkling colours, so it was difficult to see anything properly. Also, the sides of the gallery were wet and reflected the light at differing angles. It had the effect of disguising the two explorers, which was good, but it also might disguise pitfalls or defenders, which was not. There was a recess into which both of them retired to rest their bedazzled optic nerve endings.



Draco thought about the glasses that his lover used to wear, and made a pair; quietly experimenting with Polaroid ideas until he had the right mix to cut out most of the confusing images. He secretly made a copy and handed a pair to Tom.



“Much better,” Tom breathed almost silently, “thanks.”



Using the new glasses they were able to go more surely, without having to worry about hidden enemies, nasty holes and hanging lumps, although they were still cautious. As the adit curved so the twinkling faded, eventually pocketing their glasses when they saw a glow ahead. Accompanying the glow were the murmurings of low voices. Then a scream rang out, followed by a series of subsiding sobs. It was not real agony, but the sort that made their libidos stir their loins. Then there was this smell, unwashed bodies was part of it, another part was familiar, but escaped their naming it.



Another scream followed by diminishing blubbering. They had moved nearer the source. As Draco conjured a disguise screen he recognised the smell – human semen.



Draco hinged his camouflage screen on the side of the gallery, slowly moving it out like a door, so that no one would realise it was there. The inch by inch movement was agonisingly slow, made extra difficult as the sex-smell was becoming overpowering and their increasing bulges needed regular adjustment.



At last Draco fixed the screen, and then fixed his cramped erection into a more comfortable position. Tom followed suit. The screen was opaque, but had holes through which they could peer. There was a small queue of glassy eyed naked captives; the front one had a fully engorged erection. Nearest to the observers was a wooden frame on which another of the internees knelt with his legs apart. One of the toughs was there milking the kneeling young man with Calum’s inserted finger encouraging the flow. The ejaculate was spurting into a large glass container. As the flow finished the milker nodded, Calum withdrew his finger and slapped the bare cheeks hard. The hostage straightened up and was led away by another tough and put into one of the cages lining the room. When that tough came back he made the next captive drink a small dose of a creamy liquid. Draco watched hotly as that captive’s snake wriggled its way to full attention.



Meanwhile the foremost captive had knelt down; Calum grabbed his balls and pulled down hard. The prisoner screamed and, as he did so, Calum’s finger penetrated to its fullest extent. The blubbing noise was the result of the manipulator roughly twizzling his fingers round the mushroom’s edges. The internee twitched for a few minutes and his discharge spurted forth, with an audible sigh of contentment.



Smack - - - Scream - - - Blubber - - - A-a-a-a-a-ah - - - Smack - - - Scream - - - Blubber - - - A-a-a-a-a-ah - - - Smack - - - Scream - - - Blubber - - - A-a-a-a-a-ah - - -.



Draco and Tom watched, mesmerised.



The next two captives in line were the two recent abductees, they were not quite as glassy eyed; they still struggled. They had gags in their mouths and restraints round their pubes, which stood proud and glossy, throbbing with need. Draco watched as the first one received the same type of treatment as he had been given. Just before he squirted the milkman bent the prisoner’s tool painfully down. Afterwards, instead of being smacked the cock-tie was undone and the treatment continued, but now in the milking position, with the donor’s leg muscles quivering uncontrollably.



“He’ll give us at least too more loads before he passes out. The next one and the new one should make Noah’s breakfast cup full enough. Then there’s those other three with fat pricks, still to be captured. They’ll give at least eight each, first go.”



At this point Draco became alarmed and indicated to Tom that they should retreat. Draco placed the elfish talisman unobtrusively in a small hole and, as Harry had done, set his barrier to slowly dissolve so as not to attract attention.



§§§§§§



Back at the camp, the corps agreed that it was too late to have a council of war, so everyone retired to bed.



Harry and Draco had to scrub hard in order to feel clean, telling the other three tent dwellers what had been seen as they shared the shower.



“I thought Theo was in prison,” mused Harry as he rubbed Draco dry.



“He was, but the only thing they could pin on him successfully was interfering with us and we hardly strident in our accusations, were we?”



“Um … Part of me enjoyed what he did … Um …”



“He’d probably get a short sentence and be allowed out early for good behaviour,” suggested Jimmy.



Once in bed they exercised each other’s libido using loving words and caring caresses, trying to recover from the disturbing things they had seen.



§§§§§§



“I shall be the next victim.” Jimmy announced to the council of war, after the reports had been given. “We still haven’t found Chris, nor do we know how they are using the main cavern. I’ll take a camera in with me and transmit the pictures to you.”



“They’ll strip you, you know.”



“I have a false finger, Gordon.” Jimmy unscrewed it to show them. “I have a transmitting TV camera that will fit inside. Is anyone still proficient in Morse Code?”



“Yes I am.”



“Good, I’ll give you a special head set and key. I’ve a false tooth that gives the signals.” Jimmy saw some open mouths. “I’m not cyber-man, if that’s what you’re thinking. I got injured in a fight some time ago and had the prosthetic finger made up specially. Some of my teeth were knocked out at the same time so my denture has been modified.”



‘We could use the invisibility cloak and watch over him.’



‘Mmm! Let’s keep quiet about it though. Might take a lot of explaining away.’



‘We could tell Jimmy, at least.’



‘Possibly. Let’s see how things go.’



Gordon was looking at the silent partners: “Is there something wrong with the plan?”



“Apart from putting Jimmy in the hot seat; no. We were just thinking things through.”



Other plans were laid so that, if Jimmy called for help, they could respond quickly.



Jimmy had some dummy runs so that Gordon’s operative could get used to the miniature equipment. A television was adapted so that they could see what Jimmy was describing. Gordon, Tom and Fred had medallions made, charmed with the recogniser codes. Our threesome pretended they were special electronic tags which would allow the wearers, and anyone they touched to beat the Illusions; reinforcing the fact that they had to have skin contact, in order to convert the skin’s electricity to power the tags. In turns everyone had rest periods so that, when night came, and if necessary, they could function when everyone else was asleep.



Fred and the operator planted a miniature signal relay point opposite the main adit. Following that there was a quick expedition to plant similar items at the end of the explorations and outside those tunnel entrances also, hoping that electronic coverage would be adequate enough.



§§§§§§



During the jostling in the evening queue at the Chippy van, Jimmy was kidnapped. He pretended to pass out quickly, so the sweet smelling drugs only made him feel extremely drowsy. He was carried through the main portal and managed to relay pictures of all his abductors.



“This – is – the – main – room.” The operator relayed as they watched the TV in the fogou.



“Door – on – right – goes – to – exec – rooms.”



“Note – niches – with – helpers – beds.” Jimmy did a scan as he entered the exec rooms.



“Comfortable – lounge – stripping – me – now.” Picture of Theo watching and then walking towards Jimmy. The picture then showed the oscillating ceiling of the room.



“Finger – very – effective – now – cock – tied.”



“Fuck.”



“He’s – rubbing – hard – legs – jelly.”



“Exit – same – door – next – one – open – Chris – chained – on – bed.” A fleeting picture of Chris in chains on a bed showed on the monitor.



“In – next – door – row – of – cages.” The screen showed assorted naked occupants behind bars. Various observers named a few more of them as being ex-campers.



The picture jumped about all over the place then steadied.



“Held – nose – was – drugged – taken – antidote – hollow – tooth.”



“Some – effects – going – hard – now – shiny.”



“In – milking – line – focus – on – locks.” The screen showed the locks of the nearest cages. One of the peace-squad took notes and sketches.



“Finger – in – stop – can – not – con – cen – trate.”



Somehow, when he was made to kneel down Jimmy’s finger camera was pointing directly at his prick. They watched as he gave two more loads, pretending to be disgusted, but the many bulges told a different story.



“Three – times – at – end – of – queue – again.”



Jimmy was very weak after the third time in the queue and the edges of his knob were badly inflamed. He was taken into a room; had it dipped in a stinging antiseptic and then locked into a cell. He transmitted a few cell-mates pictures and then fell asleep.



§§§§§§



Theo watched as they stripped the new captive, taking the clothes out of the room. Theo’s eyes admired the fit body and the fat fidpin as it hung there. As Jimmy was tied akimbo in a frame, Theo walked towards him feeling his libido rise. Once there, Theo started to caress Jimmy’s torso playing with his nipples, watching Jimmy’s horn harden and change colour.



Theo let his long finger wander down the cleft, tickling the target once he found it. Jimmy reacted and his glans began to shine. In went Theo’s finger, Jimmy let out a gasp and started to dribble precum. One of Theo’s associates slipped a wide necked bottle over the appendage, and Theo upped the ante with his finger. As Jimmy creamed, a noose tightened round his prick and behind his balls, keeping his attributes on immediate standby. The associate carefully milked every last drop into the bottle.



Jimmy hung there panting. Theo used the hinged frame to bend Jimmy, exposing his target. Theo parted his garments and inserted, using a little of Jimmy’s juice as lubricant. Jimmy appreciated Theo’s cockmanship; enjoying the exciting feeling inside him. Intercourse finished, Theo righted the frame and found a strip of stained velvet. He used this to wipe Jimmy’s glowing mushroom gently. Jimmy wept in abandoned lustiness and jiggled his abdomen in delight, because the caressing of the fabric filled his whole body with a voluptuous yearning for more. He was not allowed a second fruition although he neared it more than once. Half an hour of unfulfilled titillation made sure he was ready to be milked when his turn came.



Theo felt that initiating the new captive had been pleasing, but continuing the dalliance with Chris would be more fulfilling than just sexually. Theo went next door and sat on Chris’s bed, using the counterbalances to lift and part Chris’s legs.



“When do you let me go?” Chris pleaded.



“When you no longer please me!” said Theo, massaging Chris’s newly exposed butt.



“But it was my idea, so’s to get more money for my allowance.”



“And I expanded on it, but not for the money.” Theo moved the extra king-sized dildo in and out, ensuring the widening taper was pushed in a little further each time.



“Ouch! Why not for money?”



“I want my friends freed from prison, Lovely Boy.” Theo pressed the button starting the buzzing and revolving motion going.



“Uh – uh – uh!”



Theo watched fascinated, as Chris bucked every time the pressing mechanism stroked his prostate. Theo played idly with Chris’s throbbing member enjoying the power he had over this squirming teenager. He would pause just as Chris started to leak, and then continue the treatment bringing his chained captive almost to the boil again. After an hour of fun, Theo switched the contraption off, pushed the wedge in a little further and manually brought the weeping, twitching boy to his fruition; making sure that the copious results ended inside a bottle.



As he came out of the room, Theo heard raised voices. Locating the source of the noise he went over and removed the item over which the two men were arguing.



“Where did you get this?” he demanded, harshly.



“It was round the neck of the most recent captive, Sir.”



“You know you are to show any unusual items to me. Why did you not do it?”



“He wouldn’t let me.”



“Liar! You wanted it for yourself.”



“Hmm … I see … Calum … These two are to have the usual punishment for stealing.”



“Yes Sir.” Calum and some cronies grabbed the two men, stripped them and put them in a punishment frame each – much the same kind as the one Jimmy had inhabited. Calum’s finger got to work on the begging miscreants. Once they were hard they were tied off and Calum’s finger was removed. Then the slapping began: alternating cock and bum. Each cheek had a blow in turn, the members were slapped up and then down every turn. After half and hour they were released, howling in pain, covered in angry anal and penile bruises.



Theo rolled the coin round in his hands, wondering why it felt familiar. He watched the punishment, growing hotter by the minute. So, putting the coin in his pocket he went to play with Chris again, knowing that the slut’s sucking lips would cure his arousal.