Bought and Sold

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Chapter 8

“Did I do something to upset you?” Helen asked Tammy on the way home from school.

“Not at all.”

“So why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you. We’re talking now, aren’t we?”

“So are we going to your house or are you coming to mine?”

“Uh..neither.”

“So you are avoiding me!”

“It has nothing to do with you! It’s just that...”

“What?”

Tammy knew she couldn’t keep this secret from her friend for too much longer. Then she thought of a solution to her dilemma.

“If I told you a really, really big secret, can you promise that you won’t tell anyone else?”

“Of course! We’re best friends!”

“You don’t understand. This is a really big secret and you’re not gonna like it, but you hafta promise you won’t tell anyone.”

“I promise! Do you want it in blood?”

“Do you have any extra food in your house?”

“You know we always do. Oh my gosh! Are you out of food and your dad’s out of money? Did he get fired?”

“No, nothing like that. I need food for someone and no one can know, not even my dad.”

“Why? Is this for a fugitive or something?” When Tammy didn’t answer, Helen stared at her. “Don’t tell me you’re hiding Rance Boyd!”

“I knew you wouldn’t like it. But you promised not to say anything.”

“But Rance Boyd? How could you? After what he did to both of us?”

“Doesn’t that convince you that I’m not doing this lightly?”

“But why?”

“I found him hiding in one of the cabins. He’d been beaten up very badly. He told me if they sent him back, he’d kill himself. I believe him.”

“Someone beat up Rance Boyd?”

“A gang of someones. He said they did it to him every day.”

“After what he did to everyone here, he deserves it.”

“Not like that. He broke down and cried in front of me.”

“You saw Rance Boyd actually cry?”

“Helen, his whole body was covered in bruises.”

“He showed you his whole body?”

“I took photos. I wanted to get evidence before it faded.”

“Show me.”

Tammy unlocked the protected area of her memory card and brought up the photos.

“He’s in his underwear!” Helen gasped.

“That’s what he was wearing when I found him.”

“And he let you take photos?”

“They wouldn’t have been evidence if he was dressed.”

“I wish I could have been there! It would have been great revenge!”

“You probably wish you were there about twenty minutes later.”

“What happened then?”

Tammy reveled in Helen’s expression when she whispered, “The underpants came off.”

Helen continued to stare as Tammy described the rest of what happened.

“I can’t believe you kept him all to yourself! Did you forget what he did to me? I want my turn!”

“And you’ll get it - on two conditions. One, you hafta keep your mouth shut.”

“Of course! I don’t want our slave boy taken away!”

“Two, you gotta bring him some food. My dad’s getting suspicious.”

“No problem. Let’s stop at my house.”

“No!” Rance groaned when he saw Helen. “Why’d you hafta tell her?”

“You said it yourself. It’s so hard to keep a secret from your best friend. Of course! Not having any friends, you wouldn’t know! Helen and I get together almost every day after school. There was no way I could hide this from her for too long.”

“What makes you think she won’t tell?”

“Because she’s more interested in getting some revenge than having you locked up.”

“How much does she know?”

“Everything.”

“Why’d you go and tell her?”

“Because I had to give her a motive for not turning you in. She also brought you food.” She held open the bag. “There’s apples, an orange, a banana, cheese sandwich and Twinkies.”

“Great! Pass me one! I haven’t had Twinkies in a long time.”

“You should save them for later since they’ll keep longer than the other stuff. Anyway, the Twinkies are your reward for what your about to do.”

“What’s that?”

“Whatever Helen wants.”

A rock settled in the pit of Rance’s stomach. He thought of refusing but knew it wasn’t an option. Not only would he go back to the detention center where he was sure to be bullied even worse but it would mean that all the humiliation he had already suffered would have been for nothing. He had done it for one girl, he could do it for another. In a minute he would degrade himself in front of Helen Fisher.

Helen’s heart began pounding. Could this really be happening? Was she about to see her first naked boy, one two years older than her who she had dreamed of humiliating for months? Though she would never admit this, she also realized that he was actually cute, with a buff body she wouldn’t mind seeing in the flesh.

“Helen, it’s your show,” Tammy reminded her.

“Okay,” she said hesitantly, “lose the clothes.”

Rance flushed as he removed his shirt. Then he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. He slowly lowered them to the floor and stepped out of them. Blushing furiously, he stood in front of them in his briefs.

Strange feelings suffused Helen’s loins as her eyes drank in the sight. His bruises had begun to fade and turn yellow. She dropped her gaze lower. Tammy noticed.

“Yes, that’s all him,” she said.

Rance stared at the floor, knowing what was coming next.

“Take them off,” Helen ordered.

His hands hovered over the waistband. Helen stared almost hungrily.

“I can’t do it!” he whispered.

“Turn around!” Tammy commanded.

Helen stared at a perfectly formed male behind clad in only tight white briefs. Tammy held her hands out like claws and motioned. Helen understood her meaning. Trembling with anxiety, she hooked the four fingers of each hand in his waistband and hesitated. She couldn’t believe she actually had her fingers inside a boy’s underpants!

Rance was glad he had his back to them because he couldn’t bear it if he had to make eye contact. Then he felt it and cringed. Helen Fisher’s fingers were inside the waistband of his underwear! A moment later, he felt the air hit his buttocks as she pulled them down.

Helen held her breath and then tugged down. There, she had actually done it! She had revealed Rance’s full moon! She got a clear eyeful as she bent down to push his final garment to the floor. Then she looked up and saw even more than she expected, the underside of his ball sack and penis. She felt something pulse in her crotch.

“Are you through staring?” Tammy asked. “I want to get on with the rest of it before my dad comes home.”

Hardly able to accept that she was doing it, Helen ran her hand over his bare backside. She palmed his crack. She reached between his legs. This tips of her fingers brushed his sack. She reached further and cupped it from underneath.

Throughout all this, Rance cringed. His mind kept shouting, “Helen Fisher is rubbing your ass! Helen Fisher is holding your balls!” Despite the humiliation, his body responded.

“Now turn around!” Helen commanded, beginning to relish her role as dominatrix.

Gazing at the floor, Rance complied. Helen almost gasped as she beheld him in full glory.

“You certainly are big!”

She held out her hand and let his manhood rest on her palm. She reached forward until she was cupping his sack. It grew even larger.

“You’d better let go!” Rance hissed between gritted teeth.

“You’re in the direct line of fire,” Tammy observed.

Helen jumped back with alacrity. Tammy laughed.

“After what we’ve done, I think it will take more than a touch to set Rance off, but let’s not take any chances. Okay, Helen, what next?”

Heart pounding, thighs growing damp, Helen asked, “Can we ride him?”

“Of course. Let me show you a little game I call mechanical horsey.”

Rance bent his knees and put his hands on the sofa. Tammy straddled his back. Then he moved up and down. Helen grew excited watching. After a while, Tammy asked him to lower her.

“Your turn,” Tammy said.

Rance groaned. He was about to become a naked horsey for fat Helen Fisher. He heard her behind him as she adjusted her skirt. Then he felt the whisper of material as she straddled his back. She lowered herself and he groaned as he assumed her weight. She was considerably heavier than Tammy.

Helen lifted her skirt to waist-height before straddling Rance’s back. She slowly lowered herself. The feeling was indescribable. With only the thin cloth of her panties separating them, it was like she was riding him naked. He lifted her up and the pressure against her crotch almost made her moan.

To Rance, Helen felt very different than Tammy and it wasn’t just the added weight. She was more padded. Her pubic bone did not dig into him. Through the thin cotton panties he could feel her heat and dampness. In spite of the embarrassment, his body responded.

“I can tell he’s enjoying this,” Tammy remarked.

“No more!” he gasped after a while, out of breath.

He bent his knees and Helen slid off his back, almost collapsing to the floor.

“That was incredible!” she exclaimed. “I want to do it again!”

“We don’t want to ride our horse hard and put him away wet,” Tammy advised. “He needs a break.”

“Okay, Rance, lie down on that bench face up.”

When he was in the requested position, Helen hiked up her skirt, threw one chubby leg over him and sat down on his belly. She rocked back and forth. As her loins sank into his warm, pliant flesh, she shuddered and moaned. Rance was conflicted between the extreme humiliation and the direct view he now had right up her skirt. Her panties were so damp, they were practically transparent.

“I hate to interrupt your fun but we don’t have much time,” Tammy said. “We still hafta give Rance a shower before my dad gets home.”

Reluctantly, Helen rose. The girls led their boy to the bathroom, where they soaped him throughly together. Tammy handled his buttocks, Helen his rapidly growing manhood. Though mortified at what she was doing to him, the tactile sensations could not be ignored and he erupted. Tammy ordered him to rinse off himself and the tub. When he emerged, the girls wiped him down with a towel.

“Hey, look!” Helen said, reaching to grasp him, “he got much smaller!”

“Of course!” Tammy said. “You can’t expect him to stay that size all the time.”

“Would you let go?” Rance asked in extreme humiliation. “It’s not a toy!”

“It is to me,” Helen smirked, giving it a playful tug.

Chapter 9

“That was awesome!” Helen exclaimed in Tammy’s room. “It was the most fun I ever had in my life! I can’t believe you get to do this all the time!”

“Not all the time. Just in the morning before school and when I get home and then later when my dad falls asleep and all day Saturday and Sunday. I can’t believe you hiked up your skirt and practically put your crotch in his face. You let him see everything!”

“Not quite everything. He saw more the day he got expelled. But it felt so great and I figured considering what I was seeing and touching of his, he deserved a peek at my panties. Now I’ve got to go home and take a cold shower and change. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. Don’t wear him out before then.”

Helen hurried home, still contemplating the situation and the opportunities it provided. She entered her house, permeated with the smell of her mother’s cooking. She was stricken with hunger pangs as she realized she hadn’t eaten since lunch. She had been too busy with Rance to have her usual after-school snack. She entered the kitchen.

“Hi, Honey. What did you do at Tammy’s? You look flushed.”

“We exercised,” Helen answered.

Her parents were always pestering her to lose weight so she knew her mother would be pleased with her answer.

“What kind of exercise?”

“Oh...knee bends and weight lifting.”

She didn’t mention that it wasn’t her who had done these.

“It’s nice that you’re exercising but it won’t help if you burn a hundred calories while ingesting three hundred. I couldn’t help noticing how much food you took today. Two packages of Twinkies? That’s practically your whole day’s caloric allowance. And it’s all junk calories, so you’ll still be hungry.”

Helen started to protest that she hadn’t eaten them all herself but realized that would be a problem. Her mother knew that Tammy wasn’t particularly fond of Twinkies.

“I’ll try to be more careful,” she promised.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve heard that one before. From now on, no more junk food. I’m just going to stop buying it. As for fruit, I’m going to keep inventory and if I feel you’re eating too much, I’ll put a lock on the fridge. I’m sorry, Honey, but it’s for your own good.”

“Did you bring any food?” she asked Tammy the next morning on the walk to school.

“Are you kidding? Anything I can spare goes to you-know-who. Why?”

“I’m starving. My mom put me on a diet. She noticed how much food disappeared yesterday. So no more junk food and everything else is portioned-controlled.”

“So what are we gonna feed you-know-who?”

“Do you think we can sneak some food from lunch?”

“Without anyone noticing?”

“So what are we gonna do?”

“I can only think of one person with access to unlimited food,” Tammy said. “She volunteers in the church.”

Helen’s eyes widened as she understood who Tammy meant. “But she hates Rance!”

“Everybody does, including you. You still helped.”

“For the benefits. Are you gonna bring her in on this?”

“I doubt she’d go for it, being so religious. I may not have to mention Rance at all. I think I can appeal to her Christian sense of charity.”

On the way home, they approached their friend, walking on either side of her.

“You still volunteer at the church packing food boxes, right?” Tammy asked.

“Sure. Why? Do you want to help?”

“That’s not a bad idea! How does the food get distributed? Do people just show up and take it?”

“We have regulars who come down for it and we have volunteers who deliver.”

“If someone was temporarily down on their luck and needed a little help to tide them over, is there a way they can get some food without anyone else finding out?”

“I don’t see how. They either have to come to the church or let them know to deliver.”

“If I knew someone who needed help and they didn’t want to ask, can I go to the church and get food for them?”

“Tammy, did your dad lose his job?”

“No, it’s not us. Not Helen’s family either. It’s someone we know.”

“If they need help, they should come to the church. They’ll need not only food, but clothes, supplies, help with rent...”

“They’ve got it all covered. All they need is some extra food. So can you help?”

“I can’t just take a box of food and walk out with it. People are gonna ask me where it’s going. I suppose I could sneak a box through the back door but if I’m caught, I need a good explanation.”

“Why can’t you just say it’s for a needy person who wishes to remain anonymous?”

“In order to come up with a good cover story, I need to know the real one.”

“But we promised not to tell!”

“Then you’ll hafta ask someone else.”

Helen and Tammy conferred in whispers.

“Okay,” Tammy said, “I’ll tell you but only if you promise me you’ll treat this like the confessional. You don’t breathe a word to anyone.”

“I’m not a priest so all I can promise is to do my best to keep the secret.”

“That has to be good enough. Okay, I’ve been hiding Rance Boyd.”

“Why? Are you crazy? He’s a fugitive!”

“He ran away because he was getting beaten up every day. His back and chest were covered in bruises. He said if they sent him back, he’d kill himself. As much as I hate him, I couldn’t have that on my conscience.”

“Me either,” Helen added.

“Well, I know you both hate him so if you’re willing to do this, he must really need help.”

“So you’re in?”

“I was told that you should forgive your enemies, so this is my chance. Walk me to the church.” She led them to a side door. “Wait here. I might be a while.”

It was almost ten minutes before she came out the side door carrying two shopping bags filled with groceries.

“Sorry it took so long but the secretary was chatty. I had to wait until she got on the phone to grab this and sneak out.”

Helen took a bag and they continued to Tammy’s house. They paused at the door to the rec room.

“Let us go in and prepare him for your visit,” Tammy suggested.

She and Helen entered the room empty-handed. Rance stood up from behind the sofa.

“Bad news,” Tammy announced, “Helen’s mother was upset at how much food disappeared, so she’s putting her on a strict diet. She won’t be able to bring you any food.”

“Great!” Rance said sarcastically. “So I went through all that humiliation for nothing?”

“It wasn’t for nothing. You got food and Twinkies out of it. And Helen would have found out eventually. Which leads me to my next topic. We figured how to get food but it meant telling someone else about you.”

“Who?”

“LaDonna Pierce.”

Rance groaned. “Of all people, you had to tell her?”

“Yes. She can get you plenty of food which no one will miss.”

“And I suppose I’ll have to strip for her and give her horsey rides.”

“We didn’t tell her about that. She’s doing this out of the goodness of her Christian heart,” Tammy said, hoping it was still true. Had LaDonna heard and if so, how would she react? “LaDonna, you can come in.”

She entered, carrying the bags of food.

“Where’d you get all this stuff?” Rance asked.

“The church. I volunteer to pack food donations for needy people.”

“Since when do you do that?”

“For years. My dad’s the pastor.”

“Your dad’s a pastor?” Rance repeated in shock.

“Yes. What did you think he was? A drug dealer?”

Rance remained silent but the expression on his face answered for him. LaDonna laughed.

“I kinda guessed that was the reason you never flipped up my skirt! And now I also understand why the two of you agreed to hide him. So when does the show start?”

“What happened to forgiving your enemies?” Tammy asked.

“I can forgive him,” LaDonna replied. “That doesn’t mean I’m gonna pass this up. I was also taught something about turning the other cheek. It’s Rance’s other cheek I want to turn.”

“Sorry, Rance, but this one’s all on you. You’re the one who blabbed.”

LaDonna fixed Rance with a predatory glare and a smirk on her lips. He shuddered, a cold boulder settling in his stomach. Tammy was right. This was entirely his fault.

“Rance, I’m waiting!” LaDonna sang out, hands on her hips.

Despite projecting an attitude of being calm and in control, internally she was quivering with excitement. Could this really be happening? She was the youngest of three sisters. Her parents had seen to it that she didn’t socialize with boys outside of school and church. Other than the infants she had babysat, she had never seen a naked boy. Now she was about to see her first and he was older than her and not unattractive. She was sure the others could hear her heart pounding.

Once again Rance braced himself for the ultimate humiliation. This was worse than Tammy and even worse than Helen. For one thing, he had never flipped up LaDonna’s skirt. He had never seen as much as a flash of her underwear and she was about to see all of him. For another, she was black. He didn’t understand why that made it feel worse but it did. He peeled off his shirt, then unsnapped his jeans and let them fall. Now he wore just his briefs and as he expected, LaDonna’s wide eyes fastened on his bulge.

“Step out of those pants and turn around,” Tammy ordered.

LaDonna stood transfixed by the sight of the firm buttocks in tight underpants.

“Your move, LaDonna,” Tammy said.

She reached out a trembling right hand and slid it under his waistband. Her mind shouted at her, “You’ve got your hand in a boy’s underpants!” She moved it lower until her palm cupped his right ass cheek. “You’ve got your hand on a boy’s ass!” her mind screamed. She inserted her left hand and cupped the other cheek. Then she slowly lowered the garment to his ankles, bending as she did so. She got a clear view of his behind followed by the back of his scrotum. She palmed his crack and slid her hand forward to cradle his sack. “You’re holding a boy’s nut sack!” her brain shouted.

“Turn around!” she ordered.

Rance cringed and flushed as he felt his underpants coming down and his lower extremities being handled by the girl. Unlike his previous experiences, this time he felt no pleasure and his body did not react. When he turned around and saw the smirk on the dark features of a girl he had never humiliated in this fashion, he could almost feel his manhood shrink.

“Is that normal size?” LaDonna asked.

“Considering that our knowledge is based on one boy, how would we know?” Tammy replied. “But I can tell you that it’s usually much bigger than that.”

“So why is it smaller now?”

“Try touching it.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Absolute not. It’s amazing to feel it grow in your hands and if you’re holding it when it goes off, it’s awesome! Just don’t stand in the line of fire.”

Tentatively, she reached out and put her palm just under the tip, raising it. Then she used her other hand to cup his testicles. Rance burned with mortification. In his fantasies, she had been a slave on the auction block, standing naked before him while he examined her. In reality, it had been reversed. He looked down, unable to meet their gaze. His eyes were caught by the contrast between her dark hands and his pale pink member. It dawned on him that he was being held by one of the prettiest girls in class. Somehow her color no longer made a difference and he gave himself over to the sensation. Within moments he felt himself respond.

“You’re right! This is amazing! How can I know when he’s about to go off?”

“Rance will tell you. But after what we put him through the past few days, he’s gotten much better at control. It takes more than a touch to set him off.”

“I want to see him do it!”

“We’ve got a while to go before that happens.”

“Right. I heard him say something about horsey rides.”

“Watch this. Helen, you’re up first.”

LaDonna stared as Rance bent over the sofa while Helen hiked up her skirt and mounted him. She rode him up and down for several minutes until he was out of breath.

“Take a two-minute break,” Tammy said. “I’m next.”

She kicked off her sneakers. Then to everyone’s surprise - particularly Rance - she peeled off her jeans.

“Why are you staring, Helen?” she asked. “This was your idea. You said it felt better this way. Besides, he’s already seen more of me than this.”

Despite still being winded from carrying Helen, Rance enjoyed the feeling of the lighter, almost naked girl on his back.

“Helen, you were right. This feels amazing! But I don’t want to tire our horse until LaDonna has her turn. You can put me down.”

A pulse pounded in LaDonna’s groin as she contemplated what she was about to do. She tried to hike her skirt as she had seen Helen do but had some difficulty. Her skirt was longer - a few inches below the knee - as well as being of a thicker material.

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” she said, unzipping the waistband and letting the garment fall to the floor.

The others stared, Rance hardest of all. The pastor’s daughter now stood there in her shirt and a pair of plain white briefs.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Tammy exclaimed.

“Why not? You did!”

“But Rance had already seen me in less!”

“So he’s already seen two girls’ bare butts. What’s this compared to that? You said it feels incredible. I want to find out.”

“What would your dad say?”

“Before or after he killed me? Seriously, if he ever found out, he’d make me spend all my free time in the church. As it is, I’m there every Saturday and Sunday and a couple of nights during the week. If not for having homework, I’d be there every night. Good thing no one here is gonna tell him. Now let’s get on with it.”

Once again Rance bent over the sofa. This time LaDonna straddled him. When he straightened his knees and lifted her, she had to fight to keep from screaming in ecstacy. As she rode him up and down, her crotch became hot and moist.

To Rance this was the best of the three. Not only was she the prettiest, but she wasn’t as heavy as Helen or as bony as Tammy. The feel of those long bare legs wrapped around his sides and that perfectly shaped ass against his back completed what she had started.

“I can’t hold out much longer!” he gasped.

“Get to the shower, quick!” Tammy ordered.

“Okay, LaDonna, today you get to do the honors,” Tammy decided, once they were standing outside the shower Rance was in.

The three girls rubbed bars of soap in their hands until they were well lathered. Tammy and Helen rubbed Rance’s rear while LaDonna used both hands to apply the suds to his growing member. Soon he exploded.

“That was awesome!” the pastor’s daughter exclaimed. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”

“Sure. And on the weekend, if your dad lets you get away.”

“He will if I tell him we’re working on a school project.”

“Tell him we’re studying biology together.”

Chapter 10

After supper Tammy did the homework she should have been working on earlier, while waiting for her father to fall asleep in front of the TV. The doorbell rang and he answered it.

“George, Louis, what brings you here?”

Tammy’s stomach knotted. George was Helen’s father. Louis was LaDonna’s. She heard more than two sets of footsteps enter. Peeking out her bedroom door, she saw their mothers enter as well, along with her two classmates.

“Frank, call Tammy and let’s all sit down,” Louis said.

“Tammy, could you come here please?” her father called.

As they all gathered in the living room, LaDonna mouthed “Sorry.”

“This afternoon, my secretary saw LaDonna sneak food out of the church,” Louis began. “Quite a bit of food. She also saw Helen and Tammy help her. I questioned her about it and she tried to tell me she had discovered a needy family who wished to remain anonymous. When I asked if it was you or the Fishers, she finally admitted something. Now I want you to remain calm when I tell you this. It seems that our girls have been harboring Rance Boyd right here.”

Frank’s eyes bulged as he turned to his daughter. “Is this true?”

“Yes,” she whispered, knowing there was no way to deny it.

“But why? This is the boy who assaulted you! In fact, it was his assault on Helen which led to his being arrested!”

“Doesn’t that tell you something, Frank?” Louis asked. “Our girls have every reason to hate this boy yet they conspired to help him. They must have a good motive.”

“Which is?” Frank asked.

“We were trying to save his life,” Tammy explained, tears running down her cheeks. “He was getting beaten up in the place where he was sent. He said if they sent him back, he would kill himself. I believe him.”

“How do you know he was telling the truth?”

“I saw the bruises. He was covered with them.”

“She took pictures for evidence,” Helen added, before Tammy glared at her.

“I’d like to see them,” Frank said.

“Well, you hafta understand that when I found him, he wasn’t fully dressed,” Tammy began.

“What exactly does that mean?”

“I saw someone sneak into the lake cabin early one morning. I guessed that it was Rance so I went in to talk to him.”

“You went in by yourself to confront someone who had assaulted you?”

“Frank, take it easy,” Louis cautioned. “Nothing happened.”

“Dad, Rance is a troublemaker, but he’s never hit a girl,” Tammy reminded him.

“He’s done things I consider worse.”

“He considers those pranks. To him, flipping up a girl’s skirt or yanking down her bottoms is funny. The day I found him in the cabin, he was too pitiful to try anything. He had tried bathing in the lake. He was in his underwear and freezing. He was crying, Dad. And when I saw the bruises, you’ll understand why I had to help him.”

She brought the photos up on her cell phone and showed her father. His eyes widened.

“This older boy posed in his underwear and you took photos?”

“You make it sound dirty. He was in his underwear when I found him. I’d already seen him. So I took those photos for evidence. If the judge tries to send him back, he should see what’s gonna happen.”

“Who else did you show these photos to?”

“Just Helen when I needed her help.”

“LaDonna didn’t ask to see them?” Louis asked.

“LaDonna didn’t even know about them. She agreed to help when I explained the situation.” That was actually true.

“Did you email them to Helen or copy them to your laptop?” Frank asked.

“No. The ones on the phone are the only ones I have.”

“Good. You’re going to email me those photos so I can have them for evidence,” her father said. “Then you’re going to delete the photos from your phone and the sent email. I don’t want a trace of it on your phone. Things like this have a way of coming back to haunt you. After I show these to the chief and the judge, I’ll erase my copies. Now bring Rance out here.”

Tammy went to the rec room where she found Rance hiding behind the sofa.

“How much did you hear?” she asked.

“Enough. They’re talking pretty loud.”

“The pastor found out. He brought Helen’s parents. We explained why we hid you. I showed my dad the pictures. They want to talk to you now. I think they want to help.”

Rance followed her to the living room. All conversation stopped for several moments.

“I said if I ever saw you on this property, I’d beat you within an inch of your life,” Frank reminded him.

“Sorry, Sir, but someone beat you to it,” Rance said quietly.

“I know. We saw the photos. That’s the reason we’re not rushing to call the chief. If the girls can forgive you, maybe we should cut you some slack.”

Rance flashed them a look of gratitude.

“Now the question is what should we do?” Louis said. “As you probably guessed, I’m LaDonna’s father and the pastor of Faith and Friendship Church.”

“Can I just stay here?” Rance asked. “I’ll help out around the place.”

“That won’t work. For one thing, you’re officially a fugitive with an arrest warrant out. That never goes away. It stays on your record forever, which means you can’t get a driver’s license or a job and you’ll be subject to arrest at any time. That has to be addressed. For another, you still have to go to school.”

“School is a waste of time for me. I’d rather go to work.”

“That’s the wrong attitude to have, particularly in front of a judge. Do you realize that public school costs the government almost ten thousand dollars a year per student? By the time you graduate high school, they’ll have invested over a hundred thousand dollars in your future. You should be taking full advantage of that to be all that you can be.”

“I never did well in school.”

“Then maybe it’s time you got some help. I’m sure the girls would be happy to tutor you.”

“We would,” Tammy said, “if he behaved himself and if he really tried.”

“Hear that, son? Despite what you did to them, the girls are ready to forgive and even help you. The rest is up to you.”

“So what happens now?”

“We have to call the chief. We’ll explain the situation. He’ll probably lock you up overnight and bring you in front of the judge tomorrow. We’ll all be there to support you. I believe we can make the judge see reason and send you home. Now before we call the chief, I think we call your mother to come over. She’s been sick with worry.”

Mrs. Boyd was ecstatic to hear that her son was well. She came running right over. After an emotional reunion, the adults discussed strategy before calling the chief. After the situation was explained to him, the chief allowed that perhaps there were extenuating circumstances but procedure dictated that Rance be held at the station overnight.

The next morning, the girls dressed in their Sunday best and accompanied their parents to the courtroom. They waited for several cases to be called before Rance was brought in. Even in a faded suit provided by his public defender he looked handsome. The attorneys and his case worker conferred with the judge. At one point Frank was asked to come up with the cell phone and display the photos of Rance’s bruises. The judge winced.

“I understand some of his victims wish to speak on his behalf. I’d like to hear them.”

Tammy was called up and at the judge’s prodding, told him how Rance had come up behind her at the lake and pulled down her bottoms.

“And yet you hid him in your house for a week?”

“When I saw those bruises, I couldn’t let him go back there.”

“So you feel he’s been properly punished for his crimes and has learned his lesson?”

“I don’t think the Rance who hid out at my house is the same boy we knew a couple of weeks ago.”

Helen and LaDonna agreed.

“Young man,” the judge said sternly to Rance, “typically when I place a boy in a facility and he runs away, I send him to a stricter facility with lockdown. However, there are extenuating circumstances here. There was obviously a complete lack of supervision where you were sent which led to an egregious assault. I will deal with that issue at a separate time.”

He glared at the casework before continuing. “Now I have to decide what to do with you. I can’t just send you home. For one thing, there appears to be no supervision there. I understand your mother works long hours. For another, it could send the message that any miscreant who runs away from detention will be rewarded with a reduced sentence. So I am willing to make a compromise in this situation. There are three families present who came to plead your case. If one of them is willing to take you in for the duration of your sentence, I will release you to their custody. Otherwise I am forced to send you to a different detention center. Take time to discuss it and get back to me with your decision.”

The group gathered in the defender’s office.

“I could offer Rance a room in the church,” the pastor said, “but we have other people staying there, mostly minority. I understand he has something of a bias.”

“My dad said a lot of nasty things about blacks and Hispanics and I repeated them,” Rance admitted. “That was part of the problem at the place where I got beaten up. I don’t really feel that way anymore but sometimes my big mouth runs away from me.”

“So I think it best if you stayed with someone else.”

“Our house is too small,” Mrs. Fisher said. “Given his history with Helen, we really wouldn’t feel comfortable.”

“I understand. Frank, it’s up to you.”

A boulder settled in Rance’s belly. All his hopes rested on a man who would like nothing better than to beat him up.

“I’m not comfortable with the idea either.”

“Dad, Rance stayed with us for a week and you didn’t even know he was there,” Tammy pointed out. “He can sleep in the rec room. That’s practically a whole other house.”

“You don’t even have to feed him,” the pastor said. “LaDonna can bring over food from the church.”

“Food wouldn’t have been a problem if I knew we had a guest.”

“Still a growing boy eats a lot and you don’t have to foot the bill yourself.”

“We’ll send something over too,” Mrs. Fisher promised, then added with a smile. “I believe he likes Twinkies.”

“I can bring food home from the restaurant,” Mrs. Boyd said.

“You see, Frank,” the pastor concluded, “all you have to provide is a place to sleep. You could be turning around a boy’s life. Your own daughter, despite being one of his victims, wants you to do it. Listen to her.”

“Please, Daddy,” Tammy said on cue.

“Okay, we’ll try it,” Frank agreed. “But if I hear you stepped out of line even once, I’m calling the chief.”

“I’ll behave, Sir,” Rance promised.

They returned to the courtroom to report the decision.

“Frankly, I’m surprised,” the judge said. “I thought when I turned it around and made you responsible, there would be a change of heart. Young man, I hope you appreciate what these people are doing for you. The Ryders are taking you in and the girls who were your victims agreed to tutor you. Don’t squander the opportunity. I expect you to be on your best behavior both in their home and in school. I will be calling your principal and imploring him to give you one last chance. Don’t make either of us regret it. I want to hear that you’re paying attention in class. If there are any negative reports or you give the Ryders reason to terminate their invitation, you’ll be sent to a place even stricter than where you were. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then I am placing you with the Ryders for the next thirty days. The chief and your case worker will be monitoring your progress and reporting to me. Let’s hope that at the end of that time I will be able to send you home.”

Outside the courthouse, Rance’s legs gave way and he sank on to a bench in relief.

“Thank you,” he said with heartfelt sincerity.

They celebrated by going out to a diner for lunch. The three men split the bill.

Rance rode back with his mother in the Ryders’ car. Mrs. Boyd got out at the restaurant where she was already hours late for her shift. They continued to the Ryder home.

“I’ve got to get to work,” Frank said. “I’ll be home late since I got a late start today. It’s too late for school so Tammy can set Rance up in the rec room, then get started on that tutoring.”

“Sure,” Tammy agreed. “The girls are coming over to help as soon as they change out of their good outfits.”

Tammy changed in her bedroom while Rance changed in the room which would be his for the next month. Tammy brought a sheet, pillow and blanket to the rec room. Several minutes later, Helen and LaDonna arrived. They gathered in Tammy’s room and put their books on her desk.

It was strange for Rance to be out in the open with them and not hiding as before. It was even stranger to be in a girl’s room with three girls. He exchanged glances with them, blushed and looked away. Inside he was so torn. On the one hand, they had hidden him, fed him, pleaded his case and practically saved his life. On the other, they had subjected him to such abject humiliation, he didn’t know if he could ever recover. Would he ever be able to look them in the eye and hold a conversation without remembering how it felt to be stripped naked, ridden like a horse and have his private parts handled? Would it take a month, a year, several years?

At least he could be thankful that the ordeal was over. Now he could relax and take the time to recover.

“Before we begin,” Tammy said, “Let’s get comfortable.”

She peeled off her jeans while LaDonna and Helen took off their skirts. Rance stared as the three girls stood their in shirts and panties.

“What are you waiting for, Rance?” Tammy asked. “Get those clothes off!”

“It’s not like you’re hiding me here anymore,” he said. “I don’t hafta obey your orders.”

“After all we did for you, you’re giving us attitude? Remember what my dad said? If I tell him you stepped out of line, you’re outta here. You know what that means.”

Unfortunately, he did. With trembling hands, he peeled off his shirt. It looked like relaxing and forgetting were not yet on the agenda.

Chapter 11

Once again Rance was naked in a girl’s bedroom only this time there were three girls staring at him.

“So where do we start?” Helen asked.

“Let’s go out in the hall,” Tammy suggested.

Rance cringed. He knew what was coming next.

“Get over by the rec room door and get down on your hands and knees.”

When he was in position, she mounted him and made him carry her to the other side of the house. She ordered him to turn around. Then she rose and beckoned to Helen. Rance groaned as she straddled him and lowered her considerable weight. Once again he crawled across the floor.

“It’s too bad we don’t have another pony,” Tammy remarked. “We could have had races.”

“Maybe we can,” Helen said. She dismounted Rance and crouched next to him. “LaDonna can ride Rance and you can ride me.”

Tammy sat down on her friend’s back. It wasn’t as exciting as riding a naked boy but due to her padding, Helen was actually more comfortable. LaDonna mounted Rance. Tammy gave the countdown and they were off. Not surprisingly, Rance won.

“Wanna go for best two out of three?” Tammy asked.

“How about we trade riders?” Helen suggested.

Tammy sat on Rance again and LaDonna on Helen. Rance won easily.

“Helen, I can’t believe you’re doing this!” LaDonna exclaimed.

“Did you forget that I am?” Rance chimed in.

“You don’t have a choice. She does.”

“It’s actually fun and you guys don’t weigh much,” Helen said.

“I wanna try!” LaDonna decided, crouching down. “With Tammy.”

“I sorta guessed,” Helen said.

Now Helen rode Rance while Tammy rode LaDonna. Due to Helen’s weight and his exhaustion from the previous races, Rance finally lost.

“What next?” Helen asked, still sitting on Rance.

“Let’s try something new. Shoulder rides!” Tammy exclaimed.

Helen dismounted and Tammy made Rance get on his knees. She straddled his neck.

“Up, Boy!” she commanded.

With a grunt, Rance rose to his feet. Once there, he tried to decide if this were better or worse than being ridden as a horse. Standing up was more natural. Carrying weight on his shoulders was more difficult. But the worst part of standing was having to face the other two with his manhood on full display. Now he carried Tammy up and down the hall. Then it was LaDonna’s turn and she weighed even more but he had the benefit of her smooth thighs pressed against either side of his face to distract him. Finally it was Helen’s turn and he staggered under her weight, collapsing at the rec room door.

“I can’t take any more!” he gasped.

“Okay, let’s try something easier,” Tammy decided. “Come into the rec room. Now lay across that bench face down.”

Tammy sat down right behind his neck, her legs over his shoulders. Helen sat behind her. LaDonna settled on his rump. Aside from the humiliation of being reduced to a sofa cushion, he was actually comfortable. He reminded himself that he was being caressed by the panty-clad bottoms of three pretty girls. The warmth and pressure against his sore muscles felt like the perfect hot water bottle. He lay for a while enjoying the sensation.

“This is starting to get boring,” LaDonna complained.

“Okay, everybody on their feet!” Tammy ordered. “Rance, turn over.”

Now Tammy was on his chest, her crotch concealed only by a narrow strip of cloth inches away from his eyes. He could even see a few dark curly hairs peeking out. Helen sat on his belly. He could clearly feel her heat and dampness. LaDonna was on his pelvis, her crotch right against his penis. He rapidly became excited.

“You better get up quick!” he warned.

The girls jumped up and Rance ran to the shower. Once he reached it, he felt himself growing calmer.

“False alarm?” Tammy asked, having followed him in with her friends.

“If you had stayed seated, it wouldn’t have been,” he said.

“I suppose it’s uncomfortable for you to be in that situation,” Tammy remarked, pointing at his extended member. “We’ll take care of that for you.”

Though the most humiliating part of the ordeal, it was also the most rewarding as three pairs of feminine hands stroked his butt and manhood until he exploded.

“Clean up, then come to my room,” Tammy said. “We hafta get started on that tutoring.”

LaDonna was called home a few hours later and Helen shortly thereafter. Tammy and Rance were still studying when Frank Ryder returned home.

“Nice to see you’re taking this seriously,” he said approvingly.

He had brought home Chinese take-out. Rance found it strange to be sitting at their table as an invited guest rather than hiding in the back. Later that night, he waited in the rec room for Tammy to join him after her father fell asleep but she didn’t. He was actually a little disappointed.

The next morning he and Tammy set out for school together. They found Helen waiting in front of her house.

“Helen, do you mind carrying my books for me?” Tammy asked. “I’ll carry yours on the way back.”

“No problem but why?” Helen asked, accepting the knapsack.

“Because I had an idea. Why should I walk to school when I can ride?”

“OMG!” Helen exclaimed. “Are you really gonna do it?”

“Why not? Remember what he did to Stuie? Come on, Rance.”

“You can’t be serious!” he protested.

“I’m washing your laundry and cooking your food. You’re living in my house instead of a detention center because of me. Should I tell my dad this isn’t working out?”

With a groan, Rance bent down so Tammy could straddle his shoulders. He straightened up, lifting her. Though she was comparatively light, ninety pounds was still a load. His only comforting thought was that at least he wasn’t naked. As they approached the school, more students joined them. They laughed and pointed. Rance was relieved when they reached the final block and Tammy told him to put her down.

He struggled through school to pay attention in class, to ignore the comments made by other students who were trying to get him into trouble, to look the other way when girls deliberately leaned over the pencil sharpener or water cooler hoping he would flip up their skirts and get expelled. Somehow he was able to maintain proper behavior. He even surprised a teacher with the correct answer to a question due to his tutoring the day before. He was actually in pretty good spirits by dismissal. He had made it though his first day without incident. Then he saw Helen hand her knapsack to Tammy and he remembered what was coming up.

“Come on, horsey,” Helen said.

With a groan he kneeled. Helen swung a chubby leg over his neck and sat down his shoulders. He grunted and heaved to a standing position. He staggered under her weight until they reached her house.

“LaDonna, tomorrow it’s your turn,” Tammy promised.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“Why not? I thought you enjoyed it.”

“It’s one thing to play games in your house. It’s another to do it out in public. I don’t think my dad would approve.”

“Hey, is Rance gonna do this every day?” Stuie asked.

“I can’t say for sure. It’s his way of paying us back for what we did for him and what he did to us.”

“You know what he did to me, so do I get a turn? I’ll pay you five bucks.”

“You got a deal.”

“Not him!” Rance protested.

“He weighs a lot less than Helen,” Tammy pointed out, “and after what you did to him, you owe him. I say you’ll do it.”

“Do I get to keep the five bucks?”

“Are you kidding? I’m giving up my ride so the money’s mine.”

The girls demanded Rance strip as soon as they entered Tammy’s house. In view of the fact that it was late and he was exhausted from having carried Helen, they showed him a little mercy by asking him to choose the activity. He selected lying across the bench while they all sat on him. Their heat did its magic and soothed his sore muscles. They asked to turn over and this time LaDonna was on his chest splaying her legs and revealing her panty-covered crotch while Tammy’s was pressed right up against his testicles. He almost didn’t make it to the shower.

The next morning his humiliation was acute when he had to drop to his knees and take Stuie on his shoulders. This time he could not console himself with the thought that he was carrying a pretty girl because it was actually a rather geeky boy. A block away from the school he bent to let Stuie down.

“I’ll give you another five bucks if you make him give me a horsey ride,” Stuie said.

Somehow he had figured out that Tammy was in charge.

“You got it,” she said. “Do it, Rance.”

Thoroughly mortified, Rance got down on all fours and allowed the nerdy boy to ride him across the grass. Other students came running over.

“Hey, can we get a turn?”

“You’ll hafta wait until after school,” Tammy announced. “It’s five dollars for a horsey ride, ten if you want him to carry you home.”

For the next few weeks, Rance became the community plaything. Each day after school students lined up with their money for horsey rides or a shoulder ride all the way home. Most did it because they were former victims seeking revenge. Others just enjoyed it. Rance had to carry them all, boys and girls, fat and skinny, cute and ugly. There was only one silver lining. Tammy had made it a condition that they could not bait Rance or do anything which might get him expelled. After his humiliation outside, he then entered Tammy’s house to be subjected to the girls’ embarrassing games.

Finally the month was over. Rance was brought before the judge who commended him on turning over a new leaf.

“I’m glad your neighbors’ trust in you was not misplaced. Because of your improved behavior and grades, I am allowing you to return home. I know your mother works long hours and isn’t around to supervise you. Don’t let that deter you from the path you have followed this last month. If you appear before me again, I will have no choice but to send you to detention.”

Rance returned home a free man. He no longer had to give horsey rides or carry students to and from school. Best of all, he no longer had to participate in the girls’ humiliating games. After school, he went straight home, unless Mr. Ryder found a chore for him to do for which he was paid. He had offered to do these gratis but his neighbor wouldn’t hear of it.

“It’s time you got some real work experience and learned the value of honestly earned money. Maybe this summer you can even come work on my crew.”

Rance looked forward to it. But sometimes in the evening in his empty house waiting for his mother to come home, he missed the girls and actually wished he were in Tammy’s room, even if it meant being ridden like a horse.

At school his interaction with the girls was cool and cordial. He usually looked down when they spoke to him. He wondered how long it would be before he would be able to meet their gaze.

Though the money was no longer coming in, the roll of bills Tammy kept in a box on her desk at home amounted to three hundred dollars and sixty five dollars, twenty five of which she had earned baby sitting.

“What are you gonna do with it?” Helen asked on the way to school.

“You mean what are we gonna do with it. I believe we should share it. So let’s all think of something good.”

“I’ve been eyeing the Kindle Fire,” LaDonna said. “I’m hoping they go on sale for a hundred dollars by Thanksgiving and my family will buy me one.”

“That sounds like a good thing to get!” Tammy agreed. “And we have enough for three of them.”

Rance listened to their conversation, upset that they weren’t cutting him in at all. He had done all the work.

The students were planning a holiday party. Anyone who wished to attend had to bring in ten dollars. LaDonna had been elected treasurer when she announced that she could get food at a discount from the stores which supplied the church.
She deputized Tammy and Helen to assist. They collected three hundred and fifty dollars which they kept in a lock box in the school office.

“Amazon is having a one-day sale on Kindle Fires for ninety nine dollars!” LaDonna said excitedly one morning. “Now we can buy them!”

“Do you have a credit card we could use?” Tammy asked. “I don’t think Amazon accepts cash through the mail.”

“No, but Staples matches any Amazon offer. We can walk to Staples in town.”

“It’s a long walk.”

“It’s a great deal. We can buy them now and just hide them until our folks give the go-ahead. Or I can say you lent it to me out of your babysitting money. That’ll make them give it to me faster since they won’t want to owe you.”

“My babysitting money’s in the bank where I can’t touch it without my dad’s permission.”

“They don’t know that.”

“Okay. After school we’ll go home and get the money, then walk to Staples.”

“That’ll add over a mile to our walk!”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Yeah. We take the money from the party to Staples. Then you give me the money you have at home so I can order the food.”

The girls went to the office and explained they needed the money for party supplies. When the usual group gathered after school, the girls told Rance they weren’t going directly home. He understood, having overheard their earlier conversation. Staples matched the Amazon advertisement and the girls walked out with three Kindles, which they stowed in their knapsacks. They walked to Tammy’s house where they hid their acquisitions under a sofa. Tammy went to her room and opened the box where she kept her money. The roll of bills was gone.

“OMG! I’ve been robbed!”

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