Bought and Sold

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Chapter 4

Rance had finally fallen asleep when he was awakened by a weight landing on his back and a weapon pressed against his neck. It was the worst possible way to wake up. Then a familiar female voice told him she was holding a stun stick. The cobwebs cleared. He remembered where he was and realized who was sitting on him.

“Tammy?” he whispered.

Upon reflection, this was not a bad way to wake up, with a pretty girl on top of him and one who didn’t weigh all that much. Her dainty derriere exerted just the right amount of warmth and pressure against the sore muscles in his lower back. But then he recalled his predicament and decided that this was not his lucky day. He was being hunted. This girl was not his friend. She was holding a weapon on him and would undoubtedly call the police. To add to that, under the blanket he wore only his white briefs. For some reason, that made him grow excited.

Tammy sat on his back relishing her position. She had contemplated revenge numerous times but had never imagined it would actually happen. Here she was sitting on her enemy as if he were a piece of furniture and he had no choice but to tolerate it! Still, this was only the opening gambit of her plan.

“I spent months thinking of how I would get you back for everything you did to me,” she said. “Now give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the cops?”

“Do you hate me so much that you want to kill me?” he asked.

“Sometimes I felt that way but not for real. I brought a stun stick, not a knife. But why are you talking about killing?”

“If they send me back there, I’m gonna kill myself!”

“Why? It’s just a juvie home, not a prison. The chief said you were even allowed out.”

She didn’t tell him that the chief had said he wasn’t going back there but to a place where he would be confined.

“It was a place with guys who were on their way to becoming real criminals. There were eight of us there, four n...black guys, two spanics, me and one other white guy. My roommate was black. As soon as he saw me, he said he wasn’t gonna room with no redneck cracker so I said I wasn’t gonna room with no nig... yeah, I said it. And after that, there was no going back. They all hated me.”

“What did they do?”

“Pull the blanket down a few inches.”

Still retaining her seat on his lower back and holding on to the weapon, she lowered the blanket and gasped. The back of his shoulders was mottled with bruises.

“OMG! Did you tell anyone?”

“I didn’t have to. Lamar, the guy who runs the place, was there. He’s also black. He’s not allowed to hit the guys so he doesn’t get involved when they hit each other. He thought I deserved it. And it wasn’t a one-time thing. Every time they passed me, those n..black guys would hit me again. And they told their friends at school. If I hadn’t run away, it was only a matter of time until one of them killed me or I killed him or myself.”

Rance’s voice broke and Tammy knew he was struggling not to cry. Then she felt vibrations beneath her as he shook and she understood he had lost the battle. She waited for them to subside while a part of her enjoyed the sensation. Then she was shocked at herself for thinking that way. For the first time, she felt sorry for him.

“How did you get back here?” she asked.

“I hitched. I said I was going to Carterville.” That was the next town over. “A guy in a van dropped me off at the exit. I had to walk an extra three miles but I figured the cops were watching the road leading here. I got off the road as soon as I could and walked through the woods. I tried to go home but I saw a cop talking to my mom and knew they would be watching the house. So I hid in the woods. When it got really dark, I jimmied the lock on this cabin and slept here. How’d you find me?”

“I saw you come out of the lake this morning.”

“You saw me?” he gasped. “It was so dark, even I couldn’t see me.”

“You’re right. I couldn’t tell it was you, though I guessed. And I saw you come in here, so I looked through the window and there you were. Now what were you thinking? You can’t stay here. There’s no running water or electricity or heat. And what about food?”

“Yesterday I found some apples and blueberries and raspberries.”

“The season’s over. That couldn’t have been enough.”

“It wasn’t. I’m starving.”

“What were you planning to do about that?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t plan ahead. I just had to get out of there.”

“I can’t believe this! I’ve been planning my revenge on you for months and now that I have the opportunity, I’m actually feeling sorry for you! Okay, here’s my deal. I’ll help you. I’ll sneak you into my house and hide you and get you food. If we get caught, there’ll be hell to pay, more for you than for me but I’ll be in plenty of trouble myself. Since you proved you can’t plan five minutes ahead, you have to promise to do everything I tell you - no exceptions. The first time I ask you to do something and you refuse, I call the chief. Got that?”

“Yes, Sir! I’ve gotten kind of used to saying that.”

“Okay,” Tammy said, standing up. “The first thing you need is food, so you’ll hafta come to my place. Bring all your stuff because you’ll be staying there.”

Still wrapped in the blanket, he pulled out a knapsack from under the bed. Then he started walking to the door.

“Leave the blanket,” she said. “If my dad finds it at our place, the jig’s up.”

“Uh..okay. Could you leave the room for a minute?”

“Why?” she asked, though she had already guessed.

“Because all I got on is my underwear.”

“Even better,” she said with a gleam in her eye. “It almost makes up for what you saw of me. We made a deal. You have to do everything I say.”

“Come on! You promised to help!”

“I said I would help but I didn’t say I had given up my plan for revenge. You’re gonna be hiding at my house. I’m gonna be washing your clothes and sneaking you food. I won’t be knocking on your door and waiting for permission to walk in. So I’ll be seeing you in your undies and you might as well get used to it. I also have to take photos for evidence.”

“Evidence of what?”

“Eventually we’re gonna get caught. You’re gonna have to explain to the judge why you ran away. By then the bruises will have faded. So we need photos.”

Tammy held her breath. Was it going to be this easy? After months of fantasizing, would she finally teach Rance what humiliation felt like? She began to get excited. With his slightly long black hair, green eyes and neat features, Rance was actually good looking when he wasn’t scowling or smirking. He was in good shape. If he were not the neighborhood bully and son of the town drunk, girls would have flocked to him.

Rance held his breath. Was he really going to drop the blanket and stand there in his tighty-whities in front of this pipsqueak of a girl? But he knew he had no choice. He needed her help. He was starving and his clothes were filthy. With one phone call she could send him to lockup. And as she had pointed out, after what he had done to her it was only fair. It was certainly less humiliating than taking a shower under the eyes of an officer.

He released the blanket. As it fell, he closed his eyes. Then he realized that would be pointless, so he opened them. He almost cringed as she stared at him unabashedly, her eyes scanning his chest, stomach and lower.

Tammy gasped when she saw the bruises all over his chest and belly. She couldn’t help noticing that he really was well developed. She lifted her cell phone and snapped some photos. Then she asked him to turn around. He had a perfectly shaped butt. She snapped a few more photos before taking the time to examine the male specimen before her.

“Turn around!” she ordered. When he did so, her eyes went back to his groin. “Did you stuff socks in there or are you happy to see me?”

Rance blushed. “I don’t know why, but when you were sitting on me, I got excited.”

“I think we both know why. Now fold the blanket and put it on the bed. If dad looks through the window, this place should look untouched. Okay, let’s get going.”

“Lemme put on a pair of pants.”

“Why bother? You’re only gonna take them off to put in the washer. No one else is here and we’re only walking across the lawn to my place.”

“What if someone comes along?”

“The gates are closed and no one’s expected. If someone did come along, not wearing pants wouldn’t be your biggest problem. Now move!”

“Okay, you don’t hafta cattle-prod me. Hey, that’s just a lighter, not a stun stick!”

Tammy held up the gun-shaped device with the long nozzle. She pulled the trigger, which caused a spark and ignited the end of the barrel. It was used to light barbecues and gas stoves.

“It stunned you, didn’t it?”

Chapter 5

Feeling very vulnerable and exposed, Rance stepped out of the cabin. The whole situation was surreal. Here he stood outside, barefoot and in underpants, in front of a female classmate. Then it dawned on him. Deja vu! He had had this dream before. When he woke in the morning, none of this would have happened, not his arrest, the beating, hiding out or being seen in his underwear. Okay, then, he would let this dream play out. Sometimes it had a happy ending.

Tammy locked the door behind them. Then she turned to see her former tormentor walk barefoot across the grass in just his underpants. She enjoyed watching the play of his buttocks. This was just like some dreams she had, only it was usually her in her underwear or even less in front of him.

“First things first,” Tammy said as they entered the Ryder home. “Let’s get those dirty clothes in the wash. Then you need something to eat and a real shower with soap and then a spot to hide out.”

She led him to a room off the kitchen with a washer and dryer and directed him to unload the knapsack into the washing machine.

“Now the underpants,” she said.

“I’m still wearing them!” he protested.

“I know. If you wear them any longer, they’ll become stuck to your skin. You’ve got very few clothes here and I don’t plan on washing them every two days, so I want it all now.”

Tammy held her breath. Would he actually do it? Rance knew he didn’t have much choice. From her point of view, the sooner she called the police, the less trouble she would be in. It was to her benefit to end this now, his to delay. Then he saw the dirty towels in the laundry basket waiting to be washed. He knotted one around his waist and slipped the briefs off underneath. Inwardly, Tammy sighed in disappointment as she added detergent and started the wash cycle going.

They entered the kitchen, Rance holding the towel in place with a fist at the waist. He had expected her to yank it down in retaliation for what he had done to her. The perfect opportunity had been while he had been slipping off his underpants. He was surprised she hadn’t taken it. Tammy decided she wasn’t going to do anything as crass as yank off his cover. When she decided it was time, she would ask him to reveal himself and he would so because he had no other choice. She would make him her willing slave, or if not willing, at least resigned to following her orders.

Rance sat down at the table, carefully clutching the towel around him. Tammy looked through the pantry and fridge. She brought him bread, cottage cheese, a sliced tomato and lemonade. He wolfed the food down. While he ate, she packed items he could eat later, apples, string cheese packets and an orange.

“I’ll give you a garbage bag,” she said. “Make sure you use it. You don’t want to attract insects or rodents and if my dad smells it...”

She put the bag of food on the table, knocking a spoon to floor as she did so. It wasn’t by accident. Even girls were often careless with their skirts and revealed more than they intended. She could expect even more from a boy who wasn’t used to wearing one, and a towel was the equivalent of a skirt. She bent down to pick up the spoon and glanced at his legs under the table. To her disappointment, Rance was being extra careful.

“That really hit the spot,” Rance said when he finished eating. “Thanks. You saved my life. I really mean that.”

To her surprise, there were tears in his eyes. He was surprised as well. After years of tormenting her and her friends, he never expected sympathy from her. Now he genuinely wished he had been nicer to her. Tammy cleared off the table.

“Now a shower,” she said. “You badly need one. A dip in lake water without soap just doesn’t cut it.”

Rance agreed. She led him to the bathroom.

“There’s soap and shampoo and you already have a towel.”

For a second Tammy thought about staying but decided not to. Rance was surprised when she left. He thought she would insist on watching and he knew there wasn’t much he could have done about it. He enjoyed the feel of clean, warm water on his skin but still kept his shower short. He was worried that Tammy would come barging in on him since she hadn’t locked the door. He braced himself for the intrusion which never came. At one point he was sure he heard the door open but when he peered through the shower curtain, it was still closed. Just thinking about being naked in her house with no one else home except Tammy, made him excited. He would have taken care of it himself, but the worry that she could walk in and witness it made him hesitate. Reluctantly, he turned off the water and reached through the curtain for the towel. His hand met empty air. He peered through the curtain. The towel was gone.

“Hey!” he called out. “Where’d the towel go?”

“It was a dirty one,” she replied, entering the room. “I brought a clean one.”

“Can you pass it here?” he asked, extending his arm.

“I can but I won’t. You want it, come and get it.”

Rance’s stomach knotted. He should have guessed. He had been dreading this moment ever since she had made their deal. After what he had done to her, it was inevitable. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“You have a choice,” she continued, “come out or I’ll call the chief to remove you. Either way, I’ll get an eyeful. In fact, nothing stops me from pulling aside that curtain right now. After what you did to me, you deserve it.”

“You’re right,” he agreed. “So why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t want to stoop to your level. That would be like pantsing you. I want you to understand that you’re gonna do this yourself because you have no choice. As long as you stay here, I own you.”

“Okay,” he said finally.

“I’m waiting!” she sang out after several seconds passed.

“You think this is easy for me?”

The side of his leg emerged through the curtain, then the rest of him. His held his hands over his groin. Because of his state of arousal, they didn’t completely conceal him. Tammy almost forgot to breathe. This was right out of her revenge fantasy. Behind his hands she could see black, wiry hair in a trail almost to his belly button and what looked like the tip of a pink mushroom. Her former tormentor now stood before her totally humiliated. Well, not totally but she was about to fix that.

“Here’s the towel,” she said, holding it out. He made no move to take it. “Do you expect me to wipe you down?”

Rance had never been so embarrassed in his life. Even showering under the eyes of a officer hadn’t been this bad. At least he had been male and didn’t stare at him with so much interest. He held his hands over his groin, even though he knew it was futile. For one thing, it didn’t quite cover him and the pressure was causing him to enlarge, which was making things worse. For another, he knew it was only a matter of time until he was forced to remove them. Sure enough, she held out the towel and waited for him to take it. That would entail removing at least one hand.

“Come on, Rance, you’re only postponing the inevitable. You knew this was coming. As you agreed, after what you did to me, this is only fair.”

“I only saw your butt!” he protested.

“Because that’s all you got to see. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done more if you could have gotten away with it. And don’t forget what you did to me afterward, when you laid on top of me and pressed yourself against me. I can still feel it. Since I can’t do that to you, I’ll have to improvise. So drop those hands!”

Slowly, Rance moved his hands to his sides. He was beyond mortified. Tammy’s pulse pounded as she filled her eyes with the sight. This wasn’t like the toddlers she had babysat. This was a real penis in full view only inches away, belonging to the boy against who she had fantasized vengeance for months. It was thicker than she expected and longer. Now she understood why it had hurt so much when rammed against her. She dropped to her knees and studied it, looking up from underneath at the sack.

“Can you hurry it up?” Rance asked, mortified at his involuntary reacion.

“This is my first one. I’ve dreamed about this moment for a long time and I’m not gonna rush it. Besides, it looks like you’re enjoying this.”

“I’m not making that happen! It’s doing it all by itself!”

“Here’s the towel. Start drying your hair.”

While he worked on his top half, she studied his bottom half. She asked him to turn around so she could see his bare bottom, which looked even better without the grimy underpants. He finished toweling off with his back to her.

“Time to put your clothes in the dryer, then I’ll show you where you can hide,” she said. “Leave the towel. When my dad sees the shower was used, he’ll expect to find a damp towel.”

“You expect me to march around your house naked?”

“Just until your clothes dry. It’s not like you have anything I haven’t already seen.”

Now Rance was once again convinced he was dreaming. How could any sensible scenario have him walking around naked in Tammy’s house? He followed her to the laundry room where she transferred his clothes from the washer to the dryer. Because he had entered after her, he had to precede her of the room. She directed him down the hall, enjoying the sight of his firm buttocks and the scrotum dangling between his legs. He walked in front of her red-faced, knowing that she was staring because if their positions had been reversed, he certainly would.

At the end of the hall was a door. She told him to turn the lock and open it. They entered a large room filled with boxes and furniture. Rance recognized the miniature golf equipment.

“This is the rec hall during the summer,” Tammy explained. “It’s where we store everything over the winter. Since everything’s been put away, my dad hardly comes in here. There are sofas along the walls and piles of blankets on some of them. That corner all the way over there is sort of hidden, so even if my dad walked in, he wouldn’t see you unless he pushed his way past all this stuff, so that’s a good sofa to sleep on. That corner also shares the wall with our house, so though the heat is off here, the radiator on our side should give off enough to keep you warm. The outlet on that wall works, so I can give you a lamp which runs off a rechargeable battery, so you can make your way around in the dark. But keep it low and covered.

“But here’s the best part. There’s a bathroom here with a shower. I sometimes use it when my dad’s in the other one or I want to take a long shower, which drives him crazy. So you have a toilet you can use in middle of the night. Just don’t flush unless my dad’s out of the house. If he hears the toilet flush when I’m not home or he knows I’m sleeping, you’re dead meat.”

“You don’t hafta tell me.”

“Now as far as the shower, you can’t use that when I’m out even if my dad’s out. He can come home at any time and if he hears the shower, you’re caught.”

“So I can only shower on weekends?”

“No. I thought about it. My dad showers at night. I usually shower both night and morning. When the weather gets colder, I don’t really need two showers a day. So at night I’ll come in here as if I were showering only you’ll take it. I’ll just wet my hair and come out. If for any reason my dad knocks on the door or shouts out a question, I’ll be able to answer.”

Rance wasn’t thrilled with the idea of showering in front of her but here he was standing naked in front of her, so he had no dignity left.

“There’s a bookshelf over there with the whole Diary of A Wimpy Kid and Captain Underpants series, so you won’t be completely bored. I’ll provide you with food, do your laundry when I can and take out your trash. Your job is to stay here and be quiet and do whatever I tell you. Got that?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Time to check on the wash.”

He followed her to the laundry room where she put the now clean, wet clothes into the dryer.

“Okay, we have a couple of hours until my dad gets home. I just took care of your needs. It’s time you took care of mine.”

“And what needs do you have?” he smirked.

“Just one - revenge.”

Chapter 6

“You mean you’re not done?” he asked in disbelief.

“I’ve barely gotten started. I haven’t even repaid you for what you did to me, much less to fifty other kids in town. Since I can’t bring them all here, I’m gonna hafta be their proxy. Let’s go to my room.”

Rance couldn’t believe he was in an actual girl’s bedroom. Looking around at the pink-and-white motif, he grew even more excited. Tammy noticed.

“Judging from your reaction, this might be fun for both of us. Get down on all fours.”

With a groan, Rance did so. He couldn’t believe he was naked, on his hands and knees submitting to the demands of this slip of a girl. Every fibre in his being wanted to jump up and protest but he knew that even this was not as bad as what waited for him if he went back to juvie.

“Any time you feel like stopping, just let me know,” she said. “Then I’ll call the chief to come pick you up.”

When he made no reply, she took that as his tacit consent to continue. She walked around him as she would a horse, examining him from every angle. Then she mounted him.

“Giddy Up!” she exclaimed, slapping his backside.

Tammy couldn’t believe it. She had gone horseback riding before but there was no comparison. She was not sitting high on top of a smelly animal but on the back of her former classmate and tormentor. The sensations being transmitted to her nether regions were indescribable. And she was slapping his bare behind! She was touching the naked butt of a boy two years older!

“Around the room!” she ordered.

If embarrassment could kill, Rance would need a coroner. He crawled around on his hands and knees while the younger girl slapped and felt up his naked ass. He began to wonder if this was worth it. Maybe he should just let her call the chief. But then he realized it was too late. If he surrendered now, all his humiliation would have been for nothing. So he continued crawling, cringing each time her hand made contact.

“Out in the hall!” she said, and she rode him up and down the length of the house.

The dryer stopped. She made him carry her to the laundry room where she finally rose to put his dry clothes in his knapsack. He grabbed a pair of underpants and prepared to get dressed.

“Not yet,” she said.

“Then when?”

“I still have some time to look at you.”

She stared at his manhood, which had grown even longer. Despite the humiliation, crawling around her bedroom with a pretty girl on his back had its effect.

“It looks like you enjoyed some of that,” she teased.

She reached out and grabbed the end of his knob.

“Hey!” he shouted. “I didn’t say you could touch!”

“You’re not in charge here,” she reminded him. “Besides, I thought boys enjoyed being touched there.”

“They do,” he admitted. “But I might make a mess.”

“No problem. Come with me.”

She led him back to the rec hall/storage room and to the bathroom it contained.

“Get in the shower. Stand with your back to me.”

Now she took her time running her hands across his buttocks. She reached between his legs and cupped his sack. Then she ordered him to turn around so she could explore every inch of his manhood. She felt the strangest, most wonderful sensations in her budding breasts and between her legs. Rance was mortified as his most private parts were explored, lifted and prodded. But physical reaction trumped humiliation as an iron bar sprang from his groin. He turned to face the drain as he erupted.

“See that? It wasn’t all so terrible,” she said with a smile. “You had fun, too. Now rinse yourself off and the shower and you better do a good job because I’ll be using this one.”

She left him alone to deal with it. Afterward, he sank to a sitting position on the shower floor and contemplated what had just transpired. Had that actually happened? Here he was in an unfamiliar bathroom with strange sensations running through his nether regions. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the room.

“Now you’re getting modest?” she asked, pulling the towel away. “I see you’ve gotten considerably smaller.”

“After what you just did to me! Do you think I can keep it up a whole day?”

“How long does it take you to...um...recharge?”

“I don’t know. A couple of hours.”

“That’s something we’re gonna hafta test,” she said with a smile, while inwardly he groaned. “My dad will be home soon, so go find a book to read and be quiet.”

She made a visual inspection of the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room and her own room to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. Then she locked the door to her room. The day’s activity had stimulated her almost to the peak of pleasure and now she needed release.

Afterward she did the homework she should have done earlier. Fortunately, there was not that much of it. Her father arrived with a bag of take-out. Over fried chicken he told her the usual stories about the various jobs he had done.

“Anything new on Rance?” she asked.

“Last I heard, they hadn’t caught him yet. Now they’re beginning to think he saw a cop near his house and left town. The question is where? He’s got fewer friends out of town than he has here and here he’s got none. I bet he’ll turn up when he tries to mug someone.”

Following his usual ritual, he drank a beer while sitting in his armchair watching TV. By nine thirty he was snoring. Tammy took a towel and pajamas into the rec room where she found Rance hiding in the corner behind the couch.

“It’s okay. He’s asleep,” she told him. “Nothing short of screaming will wake him up but let’s not take any chances. I brought you some take-out chicken and more food for later. Now I’ll shower here and you can take one after me. If I take one out there, my dad will wonder why I then came to take one in here. I know the lock isn’t very secure and you can probably jimmy it open, but you do that and I’ll scream and that’ll wake my dad up. Remember, he swore to beat you up before he calls the chief. I don’t think you want him to do that.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll stay on this side of the door.”

While she was in the shower, it took all of Rance’s self-control not to pick the lock and peek in. But her warning rang in his ears. Instead he imagined what she looked like with the water cascading over her dark hair, down the nubbins of her breasts, into the triangle of curly hair at the juncture of her legs. The water stopped running. Now he imagined her toweling herself dry, rubbing the towel over her chest and between her legs. The door opened and she came out, wearing pink pajamas the color of cake icing. She looked so cute. He fought with himself not to pants her or slap her butt playfully. He had too much at stake.

“Okay, your turn,” she said.

She followed him into the room. There was no use in protesting since she had already seen everything. In any case, she had a good point. If her father knocked on the door, she would have to answer him from inside the room. He stripped off his clothes under her direct gaze. Then he moved aside the shower curtain and prepared to step inside.

“What’s your hurry?” she asked. “I want to play first. We have a theory to test.”

“What now?” he groaned.

“Put both your hands on the sink,” she directed. “Keep them there and back up. Now bend your knees. Perfect.”

She walked behind him and Rance flinched, expecting a spanking. Instead, she straddled his back.

“Now straighten your knees.”

He did so, which raised his back and lifted her feet off the floor.

“Now down. Now up again. Keep doing that. This is like those twenty five cent horsey rides at the general store.”

Rance fumed as he moved up and down like a mechanical horse. At the same time, he was very conscious that there was a pretty girl in pink pajamas sitting on him. He could clearly feel the contour of her lower body and her heat through the thin material.

Despite having given herself release only hours ago, Tammy was once again excited. She was mounted on her naked classmate, this time moving rhythmically up and down. She could feel the play of his muscles and his body heat through the thin material of her PJjs. Was he getting warmer or was she? Could he actually feel her dampness? She ordered him to lower her until her feet touched the floor, then she dismounted.

“You’ve recharged,” she observed. “Step into the shower and I’ll take care of that for you.”

He needed no urging. To him that was the only good part of the experience. She took her time. She lathered up her hands with soap and rubbed them all over his butt, reaching underneath to the underside of his scrotum. Then she turned him sideways facing the drain and concentrated on his front, taking care to remain out of line of fire. Eventually he exploded.

“You know the drill. Clean yourself up and wash the floor throughly. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He enjoyed the chicken almost as much as he had enjoyed her ministrations. Lying on the sofa later with a pleasant tingling in his groin, he wondered if the reward was worth the ordeal.

Tammy awoke the next morning to the buzzing of her alarm clock, with vivid memories of an extremely pleasant dream in which she had taken revenge on Rance and turned him into her personal slave. She saw the time and wondered why it had rung fifteen minutes early. Then she remembered setting it so she would have additional time to play. She found her father already up, which was not unusual, but he was already leaving, which was.

“Where are you going?”

“I was thinking that maybe Rance broke into one of the cabins to hide out,” he said. “I’m gonna go check ‘em out.”

“They have no electricity or running water, not to mention food,” she reminded him.

“I know. I really don’t expect to find him but maybe he took care of his needs somewhere else and just crashed here for the night.”

Rance was having a nightmare in which he was naked and being ridden by all the girls in his class. Then he was awakened by someone calling his name. He opened his eyes to see Tammy standing over him realized he had awakened to a nightmare in which he would soon be naked and ridden by a girl in his class.

“You look like you had a good sleep,” she commented. “I’m sure it was more comfortable than the cabin without electricity or running water.”

“It was. I guess I owe you.”

“You do, and I mean to collect. My dad’s out searching the cabins for you. See? If not for me, you would have been caught. Now let’s get to it. I only have about fifteen minutes.”

“Can I take care of business first?”

“Sure. Make it quick.”

He opened the bathroom door and hesitated. “Should I close the door?”

“Of course! I don’t want to see or hear you pee.”

He was out in under five minutes. Once he saw her in the pink pajamas, he began to grow excited.

“Clothes off!” she snapped.

When he was in his birthday suit, she made him put his hands on the sofa and bend his knees. Then she straddled his back and made him play mechanical horsey. After several minutes, she went to take a shower and finish off what he started. She changed into her school clothes and emerged with her hair still damp.

“Your turn for the shower,” she said, “and you know I’m gonna watch.”

She did more than that. While he shampooed his hair, she lathered his butt and penis until he exploded.

“I brought you some more chicken and other food,” she said. “My dad might be in and out so keep quiet. I’ll see you after school. You should be recharged by then.”

“Yeah,” he said, both humiliated and excited at the same time.

Chapter 7

On the walk to school, the topic of conversation was Rance and where he was hiding and how soon before the police found him. Some thought he had run afoul of the wrong person and was lying dead in a ditch. Tammy didn’t participate.

For her the school day had never seemed so long, particularly the final hour where she stared at the clock and willed the hands to move. Finally the bell rang. She walked home with the usual group but at a pace which forced them to hurry.

“What’s your rush?” Helen asked.

“Uh...I have a lot of homework.”

“You have the same as me and I was away yesterday, so I hafta catch up. I was hoping we could get together so you could help me.”

“Today I think I’ll be holding you back.”

“So I’ll help you.”

“Uh...not today, thanks.”

“Tammy, is something wrong?”

“Uh...no.”

She wanted so much to tell Helen about her slave boy but couldn’t take the risk. Her friend had even more reason to hate Rance than she did and might run straight to her parents or the police. Helen said good bye coolly as they passed her house. Tammy continued to hers. Her father wasn’t in. From the window in her room she could see that his crew was working on distant cabins. The coast was clear.

She stopped in the kitchen to fill a bag with some fruit and to set pasta to cook. Then she went to check in on her guest. Knowing her father could come home at any moment, she only took the time for a short round of mechanical horsey.

“Helen’s mad at me,” she said, as she bounced up and down on Rance’s back. “I didn’t want to do homework with her.”

“Why not?”

“Because then my dad would be home by the time I got back and I wouldn’t be able to check on you until he went to sleep. You could have been starving.”

“I am a little hungry but I can wait. If you keep blowing Helen off, she’ll get suspicious.”

“But if I went to her house today, she’ll want to come to my house tomorrow. Sooner or later I’ll hafta invite her over. You’re gonna hafta be real quiet. If she wants to borrow a book, you’ll even hafta hide until we leave the room.”

“I can do that. It must be so hard keeping a secret from your best friend.”

“She probably hates you the most in this whole town. I can’t trust her not to run straight to the cops.”

“She has good reason to. Until recently, I had no idea how much I embarrassed her.”

“And me,” she added.

“Yeah. But you got me back so much worse. So now I know how it feels.”

“Then this is an educational experience. It’s like you’re being home-schooled. And what I’m doing isn’t so much worse. You spent a few years humiliating and tormenting about fifty kids. You’re only getting it back from one. So while I did more to you than you did to me, I still think it’s a lot less than what you did to all fifty. They’ll never get closure. Helen will probably feel the shame over what you did for years. Stuie will never get over your riding him like a horse and making him pay you for it. And all that nasty stuff you said to LaDonna?”

“You’re right,” he agreed. “And I wish I had the chance to apologize. I can tell you I’ll never do anything like that again.”

“A little late for that, don’t you think? Okay, let me down.”

He bent his knees and she dismounted.

“I’ll be back after Dad goes to sleep. I hope you like mac and cheese.”

“Love it.”

“Hey, Honey, how was your day?” her father asked.

“Same old.”

“Can I ask you something? Are you going through a growth spurt?”

“Not that I’m aware of. Why?”

“I stopped by lunchtime to finish off the leftover chicken and found that it was already gone. Did you do that or did Rance break in and steal it?”

She started. “No, it was me.”

“I bought four portions yesterday. Did you really finish three of them yourself?”

“I think you had more than one portion yourself.”

“Maybe one and a half,” he conceded. “That still means you finished two and a half.”

“I brought some to school. They were serving their slimy fish sticks I can’t stand.”

“You know if you don’t like the main dish, there are always side dishes and cheese sandwiches. I was counting on that chicken for lunch. Then I thought I’ll just have some fruit, but you seem to have finished most of that, too. That’s why I asked about the growth spurt.”

“I was home alone all day yesterday. I guess I ate more than I realized.”

“You’d better be careful or you’ll look like Helen.”

“Dad!”

“I know she’s your friend and she’s a nice person, but you told me yourself how mean they are to her. You don’t want to go through that.”

After her father fell asleep, Tammy went to the rec room, wearing a robe over her PJs.

“I brought you mac and cheese. Eat it while it’s still warm.”

“Thanks!”

As he devoured the pasta hungrily, Tammy said, “Do you have to eat so much?”

“I’m a growing boy and lately someone’s been working me hard.”

“Well, we have a problem. My dad was upset at how much food I’ve been eating. It’s gonna be hard to keep bringing you this much.”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I’ll have to think of something.”

When he finished eating, he asked, “Now what?”

“I want to try something different,” she said. “Come into the bathroom. We’re gonna take a shower together.”

His manhood jerked at the idea of the two of them naked together in the shower. She locked the door while he rushed to strip off his clothes. She took off the robe and pajamas. To his disappointment, she was wearing her bathing suit, the same one she had on the day he had yanked down her bottoms. They were pink of course. Then he realized that even this was an improvement. She would be in the shower with him and practically naked herself.

“Okay, you know the drill,” she said. “Get down.”

He put his hands on the sink and bent his knees. She straddled his back. As he rose, lifting her, he knew he had been right. This was much better. Her bare inner thighs wrapped around his sides. He could feel her behind and pubic bone against his back. As he rose up and down, he could feel her heat and dampness.

After the increased pleasure she received when wearing her thin Pjs, Tammy had thought of ways to enhance it. It would probably feel incredible doing it naked but there was no way she was stripping in front of Rance. Then she thought of wearing a bathing suit, which would be the closest thing. She was right. When she wrapped her bare legs around his waist and pressed her mound to his back, it was almost like being naked. The feelings transmitted to her crotch were indescribable. She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming.

“Okay,” she all but gasped, “shower time.”

They got into the shower together. She stood behind him. After throughly lathering his rear, she reached around him and grabbed his penis. It pulsed in her hands, grew and finally exploded. She released him as he sank to his knees.

“I bet you sleep well tonight,” she said.

Rance agreed.

Her father was in the shower when Tammy awoke the next morning. She hurried to the kitchen to collect some food. There were only a handful of apples left. She took two. On a shelf front and center she had left a tupperware container of leftover macaroni and cheese. Knowing her father would notice if it disappeared and she couldn’t claim she had brought it to school for lunch, she had put a smaller one in the meat bin which they never used.

“I hope you like cold mac and cheese,” she told Rance. “Because it’s that and two apples until I can figure out where to get more food.”

She had a quick horsey ride before taking a short shower. To his disappointment, she didn’t have time to play with him.

“Dad’ll be working off the premises now that he’s finished here,” she said. “We’ll have more time and more room for fun and games.”

“Good. It’s hard being cooped up in here.”

“A prison cell is smaller,” she reminded him. “Maybe later we can even take it outside.”

He brightened at that prospect. She was now his lifeline, the one who sheltered him, fed him and talked to him. He couldn’t believe that after what she had done to him, he now spent the day anticipating her return.

His heart actually speeded up when he heard the door open. From his hiding place behind the couch, he watched to make sure it was her entering the room before he stood up. She approached holding a shopping bag.

“Is that food?” he asked.

The cold pasta and two apples had only gone so far. He was starving. She nodded.

“Where’d you get it?”

“You won’t be happy with the answer. I hadda make a deal with someone. Food in exchange for coming in on our secret.”

His stomach dropped as Helen Fisher entered the room.

(End of File)