Ruth and Ryan 9

Stripped For Florida: Ruth and Ryan 9

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PART NINE

"Ryan, Ryan, wake up." Ryan woke out of his recurring nightmare. He was in the dark, strapped as human target practice to the back of a truck while unseen assailants tried to pierce him with bullets. Tanya jostled him gently while speaking just above a whisper. "Don't make any sound. You can ask questions later."

Tanya led him out of his room and out the open front door of the house. Mike shivered in the dark, naked and cold. His parents had decided to strip him a few days earlier and he was still not used to having no protection from the elements. Tanya led the brothers to a dark shadow, out of reach of the streetlights and handed them each a strange looking headband. "It has lead in it. To block the microchips and GPS. Come on."

They followed the route Ryan was totally familiar with, the back way through small roads and yards to Ruth's house. Nobody said a word. Without conferring they all knew what they were doing. Things were too bad. Tanya had heard their parents discussing whether it was time to pierce and chain Mike's penis, young as he was. The rumors of Ruth's ordeal had gotten out. Her mother was starting a Christian group promoting 24/7 orgasm programs for girls as young as 5 or 6 years old. "Little Angels" was the name of the organization and it was based on a combination of the school counselor's recommendation that girls be started early if parents wished to condition them to constant orgasms, plus Ruth's mom's own visitations by the holy messengers, presumably carrying large dildos and vibrators.

At Ruth's house they stopped and looked at Tanya. What was her plan? Ryan looked at the window to Ruth's window, wondering if she were awake. He heard soft moans from inside. "We've got to get her," he blurted out.

Tanya held up her finger for silence. She gestured them to lay flat in the darkness under the eaves of the house and she disappeared around the corner. Mike and Ryan waited, fearing any minute to hear loud challenging voices from Ruth's mother and father. After what seemed like an hour Tanya appeared with the naked Ruth in tow. She gestured for them all to follow her. Ruth shivered and shook, but obeyed willingly enough. In the first dark cul-de-sac they stepped off the pavement and walked several hundred yards along a nature trail.

"If we speak softly, nobody can hear us here," Tanya said. "We need to get Ruth off these damn vibrators and then we need to make tracks before dawn."

Ruth lay on the ground and splayed her legs while Tanya undid a complicated strapping mechanism. She pulled an enormous vibrator out of Ruth's vagina. Ryan gaped at its length, easily a foot long! Tanya smashed the vibrator against a rock with uncharacteristic viscousness. "Stupid invention!"

From her handbag Tanya took a small pair of pliers and reaching down, delicately pulled the clit ring as far out from Ruth's flesh as possible. Ruth grimaced but didn't protest. With a snip, the ring was cut. Tanya worked it out from the wet flesh and threw the ring into the darkness.

"Turn over," she instructed. Tanya turned so she was on all fours, while Tanya groped for the end of the slim vibrator that still hummed deep inside the girl. When she got it out Ruth let out a sigh of relief.

"If the CIA ever wants to torture someone," Ruth croaked in a low voice, "I recommend exactly what I've been on for the last two weeks. But, I caution you, I would never have told the truth to a one of my torturers!!!"

"Your turn," Tanya said to her brother. Ryan hadn't even considered that he would be relieved of his apparatus. After all, he wasn't being tortured with constant orgasms the way Ruth had been.

"I can cut the chains, Ryan, and you can take out the nipple rings if you like," explained Ruth, "but I'm going to have to leave the penis piercing in for the time being. It's too likely to cause infection if we take it out now and are on the road."

Ryan nodded. With a few snips the chains were released.

Tanya handed Ruth one of the lead headbands and they were off.

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For two days they walked during the night and slept during the day. Tanya would go off alone and come back with food that she had purchased. Nobody asked her how she had gotten into Ruth's house, where the money came from, or where they were going. By not asking, the three stripped children avoided the anxiety of the unknown. They trusted Tanya implicitly. Each of them knew that Tanya had been a kid, just like them, but although she was only a few years older they viewed her as an adult and accorded her the confidence they would place in an older person who could take care of them. The tragedy is that all the adults they had hoped would be there for them had betrayed their trust. Tanya remained and they did not let a chink of doubt enter into their minds.

On the third day they were camped in an inconvenient location. Daylight had come while they were still in an area of fast-food joints, motels, and gas stations. As the sun came up they hurried to find a sheltered area where young clothed woman with a naked youngster and two naked teens in tow would not attract curiosity. As a last resort they huddled into a small grove of trees near the highway entrance. The sound of trucks and cars roared in their ears from the nearby traffic lanes. Ruth lay down and was soon fast asleep. Ryan was restless and paced back and forth in the small wooded area. Mike lay on his back twiddling his penis between his thumb and forefinger and staring idly through the treetops.

"I found something interesting," Tanya told Ryan. "Look at this." She opened her purse and pulled out a scrap of paper. "There was a public service ad on the TV when I was in the convenience store yesterday. I copied this down as fast as I could. I hope I got the number right."

Ryan looked at the paper. "Stripped For Florida Abuse Hotline: call 888-344-5555. Confidential help. Call 24 hours a day. If you are a stripped child or teen suffering abuse at home, school or work call for free assistance."

"Are you thinking we should call?" he asked his sister.

She nodded. "I don't think we can live this way for long."

Ryan agreed. Even three days on the road was taking its toll. He felt dirty from the grit and exhaust on the roadways. They hadn't had enough water to drink, let alone to bathe in. Convenience store food was expensive; they didn't get enough and what they ate was unsatisfying. More than any of these factors, however, was that although they had never discussed it all four of them knew they had no idea where they were going. It was just as well, because their progress was painfully slow. Mike was exhausted from each day's walk, but they hadn't even left the endless sprawl of their own home town. The raised line of I-75 was now within sight but the maze of roads and parking lots, medical facilities, offices, strip malls and stores made it even more difficult to make progress into the relative safety of the rural areas. Each day was an ordeal with just one goal: avoiding being caught and sent back to hell. Ryan felt the terrible for Tanya. She had her whole life ahead of her, unspoiled by being naked and all the consequences that had come along with being stripped. Ruth had undeniably escaped the worst situation. Ryan would have come on this journey even if it were only to keep Ruth from ever being in that situation again. His own situation had been tolerable, but had been rapidly getting worse. His parents had always been reasonable people, but he was sure he would never be able to forget the pain he had felt when the piercing went through his dick. He feared very much that his mom and dad were about to do the same to his little brother. Tanya was risking any reasonable future by taking what amounted to harboring three fugitives on the road. By hiding their SFF microchips with the lead headbands, they were already breaking the law.

Tanya went off in the late afternoon to get more food. They sat and ate and waited for dusk to turn to night so they could move on. Perhaps they'd find a better place to camp the next day. The first stars came out and the four set out. Traffic from the highway droned on in the background. A steady stream of cars pulled in and out of the huge parking lots that surrounded the stores, strip malls and fast-food eateries. The children walked liked shadows, willing themselves to blend like wisps of smoke. A great white egret flapped low over their heads, late to her evening roost. She beat her wings in two slow downstrokes and then in a short flurry of back beats she came to rest on a lone cypress that stood guard over a retention pond and a narrow slip of native Florida in the midst of the sprawl of parking lot and stores. The children watched the bird as she nestled herself down for the night, preening her feathers. What a kinship they felt with her, a fellow creature wending its way through civilization but nearly beneath notice to those who bustled about her roost.

Mike lingered, his eyes on the egret. "Can't we just stay here tonight, Tanya," he begged. He was tired already, thinking of another night of walking. But, he had to say farewell to the bird and they trudged on. They crossed another expanse of parking lot. Ahead of them was a long row of stores. At the back of the lot was a large Publix Supermarket.

"Oh," said Tanya, "Publix. They'll have pay phones." She looked at Ryan. "There's a place," she explained to everyone, "I saw an ad on TV when I was in Kangaroo yesterday, getting our food. They might help us. But it's hard to find a pay phone." She rummaged in her purse, looking for coins. "Look, I'm going to make a quick phone call. You all, just walk up and down this row of stores like you're window shopping or hanging out. Don't stand still -- someone will complain that you're loitering. I'll be right back!"

Tanya strode briskly away from them toward the brightly lit Publix with its green sign. The parking lot was packed with people doing their evening shopping. There weren't as many people along the row of smaller shops, some of which were already closed for the day. Ruth and Ryan strolled along as if they did this every day. They felt silly since they would never have patronized any of these places.

"A dry cleaner's, for a stripped kid!" laughed Ruth.

"Dress for less," laughed Ryan, "sorry, I am dressed in less."

Mike dawdled just behind them. It felt good to relax among people for a change, even if most of the people were closer to the supermarket. Even two days on the run had made normal behavior a wonderfully precious thing.

"I gotta pee, Ryan," Mike yelled and darted into one of the smaller stores.

"Mike," Ryan shouted after him, but the door had already shut behind the boy with a clang. Ruth and Ryan rushed in after him. They found themselves in the foyer of a small office. Ryan glanced behind him at the lettering stenciled on the window. Reading it mirror image he saw that they were in some type of real estate office.

"Good evening, children. Are you lost?" inquired a middle aged woman who sat at a desk. A computer monitor glowed in front of her. She was immaculately dressed, her hair perfect, nails professionally done, a pair of glasses hanging from a chain around her neck. She looked quite prim and proper -- the kind of lady that instinctively set the children's hair on end.

"Ma'am, please. I gotta go pee. Do you have a bathroom?" Mike did a little dance, holding his hands at his penis to keep himself from going on the carpet.

"I've had the sensors installed. It wasn't mandatory, but since it was offered as an option I did my bit. You're all nude but the sensor hasn't picked up any signal. I'm afraid I'm going to have to call."

Ryan and Ruth looked at one another. What was going on? What sensors? Call whom?

Mike looked desperate. "Ma'am . . . "

"Just a minute young man. You can't just waltz around with no clothes on. You have to be stripped first. Your parents will have to pay a hefty fine or strip you on the spot -- so I guess you'll be getting what you want quite shortly. . . Yes, hello, I hope I'm calling the correct number. This isn't an emergency per se, but I would like immediate action . . . yes, I have three children in my office -- all quite naked -- but my SFF sensor hasn't picked up any signal whatsoever. . . . Very good, I'll be keeping them here until you arrive."

The woman turned and looked them over. They weren't much of a sight for sore eyes, she thought. They looked tired and scruffy. The little one was actually quite filthy. The boys had flaccid penises just hanging down. Really, the only good thing about the SFF program was the stiff dicks -- boys looked really stupid with those little willies dangling about. If you were going to strip your kid, at least put him on the pills. She chalked this up to further evidence that the children hadn't been properly stripped. They'd simply taken off their clothes and wallowed about in some pond. Any reasonable parent would have kept those boys on the pills every day.

"I . . . I can't hold it, sorry, since you don't have a bathroom . . . " Mike ran out the door. Ruth and Ryan ran after him.

"You all get right back here, you hear!" shouted the real estate agent, "the police are on their way to deal with you."

Mike stood on the sidewalk peeing onto the pavement, the urine catching the light as it flowed in a golden stream.

"The police. She called the police on us," gasped Ruth.

"We've got to find Tanya and get out of here." Ryan's voice was urgent.

As the last drops trickled out of Mike's penis they could see the real estate lady getting up from her desk. Not waiting another second, Ruth and Ryan each grabbed one of the little boy's arms, swung him into the air between them and ran down the lot towards Publix. Tanya was just coming out the door.

"We've got to get out of here," gasped Ruth, slightly out of breath.

"But, it's good news. They're going to help us," said Tanya.

"Gotta run," Ryan added, "Come on Tanya, we'll explain later."

The three older ones ran towards the clump of trees where the egret had nestled herself into the cypress, while one younger boy dangled by his arms. "Ow, you're hurting me, put me down, ow!"

Ruth and Ryan hurled themselves down into the grasses around the retention pond, their hearts pounding with adrenaline. Mike tried to gather his dignity. "Why'd you do that to me . . . "

"Mike, the police. Shut up!"

Seeing the flashing blue and red lights, Tanya belatedly flattened herself on the ground beside them. The patrol car continued past them and stopped in front of the real estate office on the other side of the lot. They couldn't see any more than that, but the lights flashed on and on for quite some time before they were turned off and the patrol car left.

The four of them remained absolutely silent, flattened to the ground. Mike's breathing changed to the regular rhythm of sleep. Ryan put his arm around him, soothed by his little brother's ability to fall asleep even in these circumstances. Above them, the egret rustled from time to time, shifting her sleeping body on the branch of the tree. Tanya, Ruth and Ryan stayed awake for hours. Their reversed schedule and the huge dose of fear and flight chemicals kept sleep at bay. Sometime around 3 in the morning they let themselves drift off.

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(The End)