The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 1 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 1 of 3

 

It was again an hour earlier than his usual getting up time for school.  This time Chris had been sleeping when she woke him up.  She herself had slept a little too – restlessly, but at least she managed to get a few hours’ sleep.  After neither of them sleeping at all the night before, she was just glad that each of them had gotten some rest.  She hadn’t made him wear a diaper to bed last night.  She didn’t make him use one this morning either.  But as soon as breakfast was over and he got out of the shower, that bit of freedom for him was gone.  Having only one short skirt, he had to wear that again, but she gave him a different sweater top to put over it.  The colorful patterned leggings today were the biggest difference.  He hugged her tightly and thanked her for them right after he put them on.

He didn’t thank her though when she made him stand in front of the bathroom mirror and put eye shadow on his eyelids himself.  He didn’t thank her when she watched carefully as she made him put his lipstick on using nothing but the small mirror from his purse.  He even looked angrily at her for a moment when she told him to be more careful with it.  After that, he had to sit still while she finished with his eyes and recombed his hair.

She watched as he went out the door, on his way to school and…who knew what else.  Horror!  He was dressed better today.  Warmer.  He was wearing a hat on his head and mittens on his hands.  He had complained about them being mittens, but Miranda had said she liked them better than the gloves she would have bought him.  Everything she had bought for him yesterday had come with Miranda’s seal of approval, and from what Tess had seen, Miranda had expensive taste.  She didn’t want to think about the time she would probably have to spend in jail once the payback period for the store account came due.  People who owed too much money for too long a period were allowed to go to work, but after that, they spent every other minute of their time in the city jail until the debt was paid.  Who would take care of Chris if that happened?

Chris felt much warmer walking to school.  Not better, but warmer.  He hated the mittens, but he liked their warmth.  He hated the leggings, but he liked their warmth too.  He hated all the clothes he was wearing, but he liked that they were at least keeping him warmer today.  Like yesterday, he still felt strange walking around wearing a skirt.  He still felt more exposed, vulnerable, and afraid.  Should he be afraid?  He knew without a doubt that he should.  Like yesterday, he could only conclude that girl’s clothes felt weird to wear.

He had gotten through yesterday, but would he manage to get through today?  He could only hope.  He still continued to picture the blood dripping from his mother’s neck as the sheriff had held his knife to her throat.  Yesterday, he had done everything possible to say as little as he could and meekly do whatever they wanted.  He had done that and had wound up with no further problems…other than the ones he already had.  With the reminder in the back of his mind of the blood on his mother’s neck, he decided that he would have to keep doing whatever they wanted with no fuss at all.  Once again, he would try not to say anything at all…if he could.  But that didn’t stop him from worrying about what horrors today might bring.

The door to the school seemed to magically open for him and Billy literally dragged him inside.  “Hey cocksucker!” Billy greeted him nastily as he pulled him in the direction of the boy’s room.

As he had decided, Chris purposely said nothing.  He simply meekly followed along.

“Hi Chrissy,” Miranda said as she ran up to walk next to him.  “I love those leggings.”

Chris looked at her and almost said thanks, but he held his tongue.

“Did your mother make them?”

Chris looked at her again, but said nothing.  A moment later, Billy and his friends dragged him straight into the boy’s room.  Chris had no illusions as to what for.  Without even getting the time to remove his coat or mittens, Chris found himself forced to refresh his lipstick, then kneel down and service Billy, noticing that as usual, Billy was putting himself first.  And of course, after Billy, he had to do Sam, one of Billy’s other friends.  But this time, instead of being allowed to go to class after two blowjobs, Chris had to suck off Chet first.  Three today.  Only then was Chris released so he could go to his locker and put his coat up.  This time, he stuck his other shoes in the locker along with his coat and kept the warm boots on his feet.

He was late of course, walking into class.  But he tried to be as silent as possible as he slipped inside and sat at the very back.  Why was he even there?  As far as he could see, the only reason he was in school now was to be closer to Billy and whatever he wanted.

He wanted badly to wipe his lips off with his arm, but he didn’t dare.  Since this started, he couldn’t seem to get away from the taste and feel of the lipstick they required him to keep putting on.  And each time he did, the feel of it got heavier and heavier, and of course, he couldn’t ignore the odd taste of it at all.

As the teacher droned on at the front of the room, his mind replayed the entire day yesterday.  And in the middle of remembering it all, was the bridge.  The bridge that led to…where?  And why would the deputy park on this side of the bridge if he needed to prevent big trucks from driving over the bridge from the other side?  He should have been parked over there.  Maybe he was just being lazy.

 

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“Nine yesterday,” Alicia said into her phone.

“Does that count Vincent here too?” Olivia asked.

“Yes.  Tom told me he took him there.”

“Okay, good.  I’ll take care of it.  I just wish Miranda hadn’t made things so much worse yesterday.”

“You and me both, but I had a little talk with her about it last night, and she won’t be spending any more of their money again.”

“Good.  We’ve got a big enough problem to watch out for now.”

“You should have heard what she really wanted to do to Chrissy though.  It was…surprising.”

“Miranda?”

“It seems Miranda was more than a bit hung up over Chris before this all happened.  When she heard that Chris wet his pants three times the day it happened, the first thing Miranda thought about was what a big baby he had become.  You know the diapers Chris is stuck in was her idea, but what she really pictured was him turned into a complete baby, including baby bottles and spending the rest of his life crawling around on a nursery floor.”

“Oh my,” Olivia exclaimed.  “At least she got her way with the diapers.  I’d think she’d be happy about that.”

“I’m sure she is,” Alicia replied.  “She seems to be hung up now over how smart Chris was before he made his mistake, and how stupid he really turned out to be.”

“Well, I think Billy is taking care of that misconception rather well.”

“That’s what I told her, but I get the impression that she now has a personal vendetta against him, so she’d still like to come up with more to make Chrissy’s life even worse.”

“Worse?  I’m not sure that’s even possible.”

“I haven’t even seen him yet,” Alicia replied, “but I can’t imagine anything worse for him.  And where Billy came up with the idea for him being a town cocksucker, that’s just…dare I say it…awful!  My son!”

“Yes, but at the same time, Vince and I both think that Billy is already showing everyone in the town that he’ll be a huge force to reckon with someday.  He’s already earning the respect he deserves.”

“That much I can agree with,” Alicia replied.

 

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As first period ended and Chris walked out into the hallway, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Billy already there waiting for him.  He figured that Billy must have walked out before the end of his class to be there that early.  The moment Billy reached out and started dragging him toward the front of the school, Chris knew where they were going.  Principal Pomeroy’s office.  Just as Billy had threatened to do before.

Pomeroy stood up the minute he saw Billy entering the outer office with Chris in tow.  He wasn’t surprised when Billy dragged Billy all the way into his office.  “Billy,” he said.  “I don’t think…”

“I don’t care what you think!” Billy told him.  “Now get those pants down.  The faggot here has work to do.”

“But Billy…”

Instead of answering, Billy picked up the phone on the principal’s desk.  He dialed the number for the sheriff’s office.  “Dad,” he said as soon as his father had answered.  “Dumb Pomeroy here doesn’t seem to be interested in taking advantage of our new town cocksucker.  What do you think about that?  If Chrissy here doesn’t have cocks to suck, how’s he going to get any better?”

“Put him on,” Tom Bastien told his son.

Billy turned the phone over to Pomeroy.

“Yes sir?” Pomeroy replied, now clearly worried about the consequences.

“Billy says you’re not interested in what Chrissy needs.”

“It’s not that,” Pomeroy replied, trying to find an excuse.  “It’s just that…this may not be the best time or place.”

“Pomeroy,” the sheriff said.  “Is this a good time for you to leave that job and start working as a fieldhand with the cows instead?”

“No!  No, of course not.”

“Then do you have a problem?”

“Uh…no sir.  Not at all.”

“Good.  I didn’t think so.”  With that, he hung up the phone.

Pomeroy looked at Billy, who was smiling back broadly.  Without saying another word, he dropped his pants and watched as Chris dug some lipstick from his purse and coated his lips.  A moment later, he closed his eyes as the warmth of Chris’s mouth engulfed him.  This was a bad thing.  A very bad thing.  But that didn’t mean that it didn’t feel good.

 

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“Miranda,” the teacher said as nicely as she could.  “Do you have a problem?  Did you understand everything we’ve been talking about?”

Miranda brought herself back to reality.  “What?”

The teacher forced herself to smile kindly.  “I asked if you understood what we’ve been talking about.  You looked like you have a problem of some sort.”

Miranda considered that.  “Yeah, I do,” she said as she grabbed her purse and her books and got up from her desk.  “But sitting here isn’t going to solve it.  I need to go to the library instead.”

“Anything I can help with?” the teacher offered.

“I seriously doubt it.”

Five minutes later, Miranda sat down at one of the few computers available for students to use.  Now, where should she start.  How did she even go about finding out what she needed to know?

 

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Tess was doing everything she could to concentrate on her work at the bank, but it was difficult.  The only thing her mind wanted to concentrate on was on Chris.  What was he doing?  What was happening to him?  Was it as bad as yesterday?  She worried about him incessantly.

The phone rang and she answered it.  “Hello”

“Tess,” Betty Tucker’s voice came from the receiver.  “How are you today?”

“Sick!”

“Sick?”

“In my head anyway.  Maybe to my stomach too.”

“You’re not coming down with anything, are you?”

“All I’m coming down with is a bad case of worry about my son.”

“That much I can understand.  “Listen,” she said.  “I just got a call from Olivia.”

“Olivia?  What did she want?”

“Tess, she just cancelled nine dollars of your debt to the store.”

“Nine?  That’s a weird number.”

“That’s what she told me.  We’ve already fixed the accounts.”

“But nine dollars?”

“Yes,” Betty replied.  “I don’t understand it either.  I just wanted to let you know.”

“Yeah.  Thanks,” Tess replied.  She hung up.  Why would Olivia Bastien cancel nine dollars’ worth of her debt.  It was almost nothing at all.  Why bother?  And then she remembered another number nine.  The number of people Chris had evidently had to service yesterday.  Was something happening here that she wasn’t aware of?  Was Olivia trying to send her some kind of message?  She really had no idea.  It was all just…strange.”

 

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