“You check the bathroom and I’ll check round here,” Caitlin instructed, walking purposefully towards the bed where Jack was hidden.

The colossal schoolgirl then began to ferry her menagerie of stuffed animals from the bed onto the floor whilst Amber walked off to the bathroom nonchalantly. Jack’s heart rate shot up as each successive toy was picked up and placed in the middle of the room. Very soon, she’d reached the teddy bear.

He crossed his fingers, something he’d never felt tempted to do before, and said a little prayer as Caitlin’s large, manicured fingers wrapped themselves around teddy’s arm and lifted it up like a victorious prize-fighter. He felt his feet press firmly against the leathery pads at the bottom of the bear’s legs as the toy was pulled upright and into the air. The way his weight was balanced had shifted completely, with some effort he managed to keep himself in position, but it was really awkward to try and hold still without inadvertently wiggling the stumpy little legs.

The oversized toy swayed gently as it was carried, and was then deposited with all the others, Jack let his body go limp to absorb the impact and stifled a yelp as it landed. The bear came to rest on its back, which was actually quite comfortable for him as it took the strain off his legs.

Caitlin continued to drop toy after toy into a heap, as Jack watched nervously through the thin fur around the bear’s neck; from his perspective he was basically a candid camera. Again, under other circumstances this would have been a bit of a teenage fantasy come true for the impressionable young Beta…

The towering redhead finished moving her collection, and then proceeded to lift the mattress clean off the bed and place it against the wall without any visible effort whatsoever, demonstrating her unreal strength in a very lackadaisical way. His view wasn’t great so he couldn’t see what she was up to, but she appeared to be inspecting the whole area very thoroughly and moving things around.

After a few minutes, she placed the mattress back on the bed frame and put the pillows and duvet on top of it. She sat down on the bed, and then picked up the tablet, which she must have put to one side, and unlocked it. He held his breath as she examined the screen with a furrowed brow, the suspense was electric, but, fortunately for the boy, there was no moment of realisation; she simply tapped away at a few things for a while and then locked it again, placing it on the bedside table. He let out a tiny sigh of relief…

“Cait, what’s this?” Amber called out from the bathroom.

The enormous teen launched herself to her feet and strode into the middle of the room as Amber walked out holding something in her hand. The two girls ended up facing one another directly above the heap of toys as Jack noticed, to his horror, the damp fleck of fibre stuffing held between Amber’s finger and thumb.

“I dunno,” Caitlin replied, puzzled, “looks like some kind of fluff.”

“It was in the toilet bowl, like someone had tried to flush it,” Amber explained.

Jack looked up at the pair as a couple of tiny droplets of water fell from the wet stuffing and landed onto the leg of the jumbo-sized teddy he was concealed inside with a soft pit-pat. Amber’s hazel-coloured eyes slowly lowered as she peered down to look at the drop marks. Jack kept absolutely still, but there was this unnerving look in her eye, his stomach lurched as a familiar feeling of dread rose up within the pit of his stomach.

Without saying a word, Amber bent at the knee and reached down for the oversized toy, picking it up around the waist with a little more effort than Caitlin would have, and carried it over to the empty bed. Jack kept completely quiet, scrunching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, battling the urge to whimper or yelp.

“What’s up, Amber?” Caitlin asked.

Jack’s balance shifted as teddy was laid flat on his back, and Amber’s giant fingers poked and prodded at the bear’s furry exterior, not really able to ascertain if anyone was inside the toy but she was definitely onto something.

The stuffed animal was then rolled over onto its front, and he heard Caitlin walk up alongside.

“You’re not seriously suggesting…” her voice trailed off.

Jack heard the clack of varnished nails on metal as a feminine hand discovered the zip. He was hyperventilating massively, he’d spent hours trying to prepare for the reality of this dreadful moment but now his mind was completely, hopelessly blank.

With a *zzzzzzztttt* the zipper was pulled down and long, red nails clawed their way inside the bear’s insides, invading the soft cocoon he had been concealed in for so long.

“He’s here! He’s inside!!” Amber yelled, wrapping her index and middle fingers around his right arm. The boy tried to wriggle his arm free, but the large digits were way too strong as she began to pull firmly on the inside of his elbow. He yelled out in pain but the girl would not relent, it felt like she was going to dislocate his arm. She was able to dislodge him enough so that her other hand could grab onto his shoulder tightly and gradually wrench him out.

“No, no, no, NOOOOOOOO!!!” he howled, his voice breaking into high-pitched screeches as his desperation intensified.

The terrified Beta screamed and screamed as he was removed from the toy, kicking and flailing his arms and legs wildly. He felt warm liquid run down his thighs and realised he had peed himself in his panic, adding to his unbearable humiliation.

“Urgh, the little freak pissed his pants!” Amber yelled in disgust, abruptly letting go of his diminutive body so he sprawled head-first onto the bed cover.

“Don’t get it on the bed!” Caitlin shouted angrily, grabbing the back of Jack’s shirt in a flash and carrying him at dizzying speed across the room and into the bathroom, dropping him in a heap on the cold, tiled floor.

He was crying hysterically now, squirming to try and back away from the enraged giantess. His eyesight had become all blurry as he realised his glasses had fallen off his face during transit.

“Thought you could hide from me, you piece of shit?!” Caitlin bellowed.

Jack couldn’t even speak, he was crying so hard, all he could do was inhale or wail uncontrollably.

“How the fuck did you get out of the wardrobe? Huh?” she fumed, the frustration in her voice bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

“Answer me!”

He didn’t even attempt to respond, he was too distraught.

Amber came and stood next to her friend, and they both looked down at the pitiful boy by their feet. Amber barely even came up to her shoulder; the fire-haired teenager was simply brobdingnagian, even in comparison with other Alphas.

“I found his glasses, wanna break ‘em?” she suggested eagerly, holding them up in her hand.

“No, not yet anyway,” Caitlin replied, plucking them from her grasp, “Maybe if he doesn’t ‘fess up…”

“Let me try something,” Amber interjected, stooping down and grabbing the boy’s arm roughly, then twisting it so hard the breath temporarily escaped his lungs.

It was like someone was trying to remove his arm, the pain was astonishing, and she just kept twisting it further and further.

“My arm, MY ARM!!!” he squeaked.

If she kept twisting it any more, it was going to snap. He contorted his body to try and counteract some of the rotation but she just corkscrewed his arm some more.

“How did you escape?” the abhorrent girl asked, as cold and disconnected as if she was talking into an answering machine.

“I’LL TELL YOU, STOP, JUST STOP!!!” he yelled.

She gave his arm one last wrench as a parting shot, sending a flash of searing pain along it, before released it reluctantly.

“See Cait, he’ll learn,” she said matter-of-factly.

“How did you escape?” Caitlin asked again, slightly calmer this time, but still raging inside.

The boy didn’t even look up as he tried to catch his breath. He couldn’t think of a convincing excuse, all he could do was tell the truth.

“I… I… picked the lock,” he said eventually.

“With what?” she demanded, bluntly.

“Coat hanger…” he replied.

“Clever little bastard, isn’t he?” Amber interjected.

To a bystander she would have almost sounded impressed, but to Jack this sort of comment was utterly typical of routine Alpha-Beta interaction. It was the same kind of back-handed compliment you might offer up to a Beta athlete who could successfully high jump an Alpha-size track hurdle; not bad for a second-class human being.

Caitlin’s phone punctured the moment by ringing loudly, causing Jack to jump.

“Amber, you watch this little shit while I let Hannah and Alex in,” Caitlin ordered, standing up to her full height, “Don’t let him out of your sight.

The big redhead stomped off to pick up her phone, whilst Amber crouched down, staring at him the whole time with this creepy half-smirk on her face.

The faint odour of urine began to creep into Jack’s nostrils as he lay on the unyielding floor, peeking up at this new, dangerous Alpha. Caitlin could be heard on the phone, telling them to park up and unlocking the door to head out of the bedroom. Amber’s head loomed down incredibly close to his all of a sudden, and he felt her large fingers grip his skull like a vice.

“So you’re Jack,” she said dangerously, her voice quiet but very, very deliberate, so that only he could hear.

The Alpha girl twisted his head so that he faced her, so Jack shut his eyes to try and avoid her gaze - but she increased the pressure on his head so that his eyes shot open again. He clasped his hands on the outside of her fingers and winced but there was nothing he could do to stop the pain.

“Don’t ignore me, you little prick,” she said in a cruel, sterile voice.

“Caitlin and the others want to have some fun with you today,” she continued sternly, “but when they’re done with you, I’m gonna take you home with me.”

He felt like he was going to be sick, what the fuck was going on? This girl was as bad as Caitlin.

Her face then broke into this really sinister tight-lipped smile, there was something truly unhinged about her mannerisms, it just didn’t feel right. She held his face right there, pointed at hers, just staring at him.

She eventually released her grip on his head, much to his relief, but then immediately flipped him over onto his front with one quick motion of her hands. Tucking a couple of sharp, nail-clad index fingers down the back of his pants, she dug out the rear of his y-fronts, and before he knew it, started giving him a full-blown wedgie.

Her other hand sealed itself over his mouth like a facehugger as he went to scream, muffling his cries so that Caitlin would not hear him. The Alpha snorted with derision as his child-like hands tried to grab onto his underwear and stop her from pulling the cotton tighter and tighter. She didn’t utter a word.

The stretched material chafed between his legs horribly as she stood up and lifted him high into the air, easily over ten feet from the floor, dangling him in front of the mirror and bouncing him up and down like a yo-yo. He could feel she was straining a little to keep him elevated as she was nowhere near as strong as Caitlin, but it was still devastatingly easy for an average-sized Alpha girl like Amber to inflict this type of humiliation on him.

Through eyes flooded with tears he kept catching glimpses of her face in the reflection, smirking with glee at her own depravity, his screams of discomfort muffled by the warm, cloying embrace of her palm. Suddenly, with a sickening snap, the back of his underpants gave way to the strain mid-bounce, sending him flying towards the earth.

Amber reacted quickly, managing to hook an arm around him in mid-air and pinning him awkwardly against her body, then clamping her other hand over his face before he could cry out. Falling to her haunches, she brought his restrained body in against hers like a toddler, then looked over to the doorway to check if anyone had seen.

Jack squirmed in her grasp, he couldn’t even move his lips she was gripping him so tight, and he was beginning to feel weak. His ball sack stang red raw from the super-sized wedgie he’d had to withstand and it was more than likely he’d have some kind of friction burn down there.

As she held him to her, Amber methodically started to undress him with her free hand, removing the shoes and socks from his kicking feet, and dragging the sodden jeans off each leg. He struggled against this enormous foe, but he was powerless to stop her from stripping him. His tattered y-fronts practically fell off by themselves so she proceeded to pull his t-shirt off his torso as he writhed and wriggled, then slid it quickly over his head before clamping her palm back over his mouth.

This was hugely embarrassing, he knew that the others would be back any moment and Amber had now restrained his arms so he couldn’t even protect his modesty.

Excited female voices got louder and louder as Caitlin and her friends walked round the corner and into the bathroom. Hannah noticed him first, shouting out and almost dropping the bottle of spirits she was holding.

“Oh my god, who is that?” she yelled, scampering over and getting down on her knees to inspect him.

“Why is he naked?” Caitlin frowned, her enormous, tree-like legs stepping closer, making the ground shake underfoot, or so it seemed.

“Mister pissy-pants here needed a change,” Amber explained frankly, shuffling back on her knees and relinquishing her hold on his arms and mouth. Jack fell back onto the floor and covered his nether regions with both of his hands. He was now surrounded by Alpha teenagers on three sides.

“He’s so cute!” Hannah squealed, reaching out to touch him on his leg, causing him to flinch.

“Isn’t that the little dude from the other day?” Alex asked gruffly, remaining slightly distant from the other three and watching from the doorway.

“Yeah,” Caitlin explained, “Jack here has volunteered to have some fun with us this weekend, and he knows that if he says nothing, WE say nothing, right girls?”

Hannah and Amber nodded in approval as Caitlin looked around at them, Alex was a bit hesitant and appeared reluctant to agree but the others didn’t seem to notice.

Jack tried to pluck up the courage to try and dissuade these four giants; he started to shake his head, and looked up at his captors, trying to say ‘no’ but his voice was too weak to make anything more audible than a peep.

Before Caitlin could think about it further, Amber took the initiative and grabbed the small boy around the arm, lifting him up so that he dangled in the air, his feet clear of the ground.

“Careful with him!” Alex warned, nearly taking a step forward.

“He’ll be fine, Alex, don’t be such a spoilsport,” Hannah laughed, “These little guys are tougher than they look.”

Jack wriggled around, still holding one hand over his privates as his whole body twisted and shook as she carried him out of the doorway and through the bedroom like a ragdoll toy.

“Are you sure about this, Cait?” he heard Alex’s voice say behind him as he was borne away, his suspended form swooping through the enormous Alpha-sized kitchen and out of the back door into the garden. He never heard the response.

He squinted as the full light of day hit his eyes; a cool breeze washing over his naked body as his vision tried to attune to the dazzling sunshine.

Just as he began to adjust to the brightness of his surroundings he felt the arm carrying him swing his body back and suddenly hurl him forwards through into the air, sending him hurtling for what felt like ages until he landed with a cold, all-engulfing splash into what seemed like a vast body of water.

It was like a sensory explosion and left him in shock and totally disorientated; it took a few seconds of blinking, gasping panic to figure out what had happened and propel himself towards the surface, breaking through and taking a huge breath of air.

As his ears cleared of water the sound of Hannah laughing loudly at his predicament started leaking into his consciousness, and then Amber and Caitlin’s voices too as they talked animatedly with one another.

Looking around, spluttering water from his nose and mouth, Jack saw that he was in a large back-yard swimming pool, probably in the deep end (it was hard to tell as it was so big), and the others were busy stripping down into swimming attire not more than 20 feet away.

Mustering up as much energy as he could, he began to swim towards the opposite end of the pool, away from the girls.