The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 9 – Saturday is a Workday – Part 3 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 9 – Saturday is a Workday – Part 3 of 3

 

“Where the hell is he?” Billy asked angrily.

“Busy!” his father told him for the tenth time.  “He’ll be here when he gets here.  I understand your grandmother put together a rather long list of places for him to visit, and your name wasn’t on it.”

“But he’s still coming.”

“I already told you that.  Now settle down and take all your friends into the courthouse.  This is the sheriff’s station, not a social meeting hall.”

The door opened just then, and Deputy Mike came in, followed by Chrissy.

“Finally!” Billy exclaimed.

The one single person that Chris had not wanted to see there was Billy.  Before he knew it, Billy had grabbed his arm and was dragging him right through the building and into the courthouse where he saw not only Billy’s four friends, but Evelyn, Billy’s girlfriend too.

“He’s here!” Billy announced joyously.

“Check his diaper!” Evy said immediately.

Chris had no choice but to stand there while one of the boys lifted his skirt and groped his hand across the front of his diaper.

“How do you tell if he’s wet?” Sam asked.

“You’re so stupid!” Evy said.  She came over and felt the front of Chris’s diaper herself.  “Wet!” she declared with a laugh.

“Time to go!” Billy told her.  “He’s got work to do now.”

“No!  Not yet!” Evy complained.  “What’s my name?” she asked Chrissy.

Chris had a feeling this wasn’t going to be good for him.  She was purposely making him talk.  “Ev-e-wyn (Evelyn).”

Evy laughed.  “Good job!  What’s his name?” she asked, pointing at Billy.

“Biwwy (Billy).

One by one Chris had to go through the names of all of them.  Pete, Tony, and Chet were total letdowns for Evy, but Sam wasn’t.  “The rest of you need new names!” she declared.

“Okay Evy.  Out!” Billy declared.  “Your father said you can’t be here for this.”

“It’s so stupid!” Evy complained.  “I’m almost seventeen!”

“But not yet, now go!”

Evy wasn’t happy, but she laughed.  “At least I can tell Miranda that he was wet.”  With another laugh, she disappeared into the sheriff’s office where her father, who was one of the deputies, was waiting.

“Lipstick time, Faggot!” Billy announced nastily, just before he grabbed a bottle of beer and took a swig.

Once again Chris pulled his lipstick and his small mirror from his purse.  As far as Chris could tell, each of the five boys drank two full beers before he got done with all of them.  Billy and his friends seemed to be having a great time.  He certainly wasn’t.

 

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The door opened and Tess saw Chris come in.  “Chrissy!” she said, being careful to use the right name.  She was relieved to not see the deputy with him this time.  She ran to him and hugged him.  “How did it go?” she asked.

“Okay,” he replied.

“How many demerits today?” she asked.

“Free, I dink (Three, I think).

She hugged him again.  “I’m so sorry I caused you one of them earlier.  So sorry!”

“I know,” he replied.

“Do you need changing?”

“I’m wet,” he replied.  “I’ve been wet fow a whiow (I’ve been wet for a while).

“Do you mind if I feel it?”

“Go ahead.”

She reached under his skirt and felt his diaper.  “Not too bad.  Let me know when you wet it again and I’ll change you right away.  Okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied.

She fixed him dinner and spent the evening trying to be as supportive as possible to him, but she could easily see how troubled he was.  She couldn’t imagine how awful his day…his entire life…had to be.  As the evening wore on, she became more nervous, she could tell that he was becoming more agitated too.  And then the knock came at their door.

When she opened it, she was relieved to see only Deputy Tom there.  “Deputy,” she greeted him as she backed up and let him in.  “Hi Tess,” Thomas said.  “Don and me got the night duty tonight, so I’ll be the one to oversee his punishment.”

Tess nodded, but said nothing.

“Now according to Mike, Chrissy there managed to rack up three demerits today.  Two of them from Olivia Bastien and one from you…of all people.”

“It was stupid mistake,” she replied.  “One that was too easy for me to make.”

“Well, maybe having to punish him for it will remind you about it in the future.”

“But he’s my son!  He’s always been Chris to me.”

The deputy shook his head.  “Not anymore!  Now let’s get busy.  And the sheriff was damn particular about how hard I have to see you hitting him.  And frankly, after insulting the Bastiens like he did and possibly stirring up trouble, I think he deserves it!”

There were a number of things Tess wanted to say to that, but she feared every one of them would get her in worse trouble.  Hating it, she went to the kitchen and dragged one of the chairs out into the living room.  She couldn’t miss Chris’s eyes following her as she did.  And was that hatred for her she was seeing on his face?  If so, she couldn’t blame him.  But he had no idea how much this was going to hurt her as well.  She put the chair in place and looked over at her son.  He wasn’t moving.  “Chrissy,” she said as kindly as she could.

“Move your ass, boy!” Deputy Tom yelled.

Only then did Chris get up and head for the chair.  Tess could see the fear on his face.  As she removed his diaper, she noticed something immediately.  “Chris…sy, you’re soaked.  I told you to let me know when you wet again so I could change you.”  But Chris wasn’t answering, he was staring angrily at the deputy instead.  With a sigh, Tess removed the diaper and sat in the chair.  She pulled on Chris’s arm.  She had to pull harder before he moved.  Too soon, her son’s naked backside was draped across her lap.  She had no doubt it was too soon for him too.

“Thirty!” Deputy reminded her.

The deputy refused to count the first three punishing blows she gave him, but after that, as her hand literally hurt with each swat she gave her son, he counted slowly but continually up to thirty.  At the end, not only were both she and Chris crying, but Chris jumped up from her lap and ran to his bedroom.

Tess found him lying face down on the bed, crying his eyes out.  Once again, she hated herself for what she had been forced to do to him.  She prayed that he understood, but feared that he blamed her all the same.  She tried to pull him into her arms to hold him, but he wasn’t willing to move.

It was a while before he even moved a little bit.  Still lying face down on the bed, he picked himself up on his elbows.  She held him tighter.  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

The tone of his voice let her know how angry and hurt he was.  “I need to pee.”

She sighed and looked back at the bedroom doorway where the deputy was standing and watching.  “I’ll get a diaper for you.”

Five minutes later, Chris was wearing a wet diaper under his girl’s pajamas, while Tess laid there and fed him milk from one of his baby bottles.  She saw the deputy finally nod toward her.

“Have a good night,” Deputy Tom told her.  “Either me or Don will check on you two through the night.”  With that, he walked out.

Another tear slipped from Tess’s eye.  It was like being in prison.  Maybe worse.

As Deputy Tom walked out the door, he saw someone walking towards the house.  He was surprised when that person stopped in front of the house.  “Can I help you with something?” he asked the man.  He could clearly see how nervous he appeared to be.  As a town deputy, that was exactly what he wanted to see from the man.

“Um…they told me…” the man started.

“Out with it.  What is it you’re looking for?”

“Um…Chrissy,” the man said.  “He was at the farm today and…and…”

“And what?”

“The deputy there said we could see Chrissy anytime we wanted, day or night.  So instead of going to bed, I came here.”

Deputy Tom laughed.  “Yeah.  Chrissy’s inside, he’s just going to bed.  “So he was good enough earlier that you had to come back again tonight?” he asked as he led the way toward the door.

“Uh…I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?  But Chrissy was out at the farm where you were?”

“Uh…just seeing how pretty Chrissy was, and then when she started putting her lipstick on right in front of me, uh…I kind of…”

When he didn’t continue, the deputy asked.  “You kind of what?”

“Uh…lost it.”

“You lost it, just watching him do his lipstick.”  The deputy laughed.  “What’s your name?”

“Burty”

“Well Burty.  Let’s go in and see if it happens again, or if this time you’ll make it all the way through.”

Tess heard the door opening again.  She was still lying with Chris, feeding him the bottle.  She could tell he was settling down and would be able to fall asleep soon.  She looked up to see the deputy there again.  “What?” she asked.

The deputy stepped aside revealing a man behind him.  “A customer,” the deputy said with a chuckle.

Tess nearly died.  As far away as she was sitting, the smell of cows seemed to roll off the man.  But it was all made much worse when the man took his hat off and said, “Hi Chrissy.  Remember me?  I’m Burty.  You were so pretty this morning and seeing you just fixing your lipstick just got to me a bit too much.  I wish I had some flowers or something I could bring you, but with all the snow, I couldn't find any.  But the deputy said I could come by here anytime at all, day or night, so…um….”

While the deputy watched, Chris was forced to get out of bed, still wearing just his wet diaper and pajamas.  As he fixed his lips in front of everyone, the man said, “Wow, you sure are pretty.”  Chris barely got his lips over Burty’s cock before he came right in Chris’s mouth.

“Damn!” Burty exclaimed.  “You sure are somethin’!  Next time, I’ll bring you some flowers for sure!”

 

The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 9 – Saturday is a Workday – Part 2 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 9 – Saturday is a Workday – Part 2 of 3

 

Chris wondered where they were going to next.  On the truck’s console he noticed a sheet of paper that looked like a long list.  The top name on it was Alicia Bastien.  He saw her name crossed off.  The next item said Stockton farm.  Indented below that he counted ten names.  Was that where they were going?  Was he going to have to do all ten people who lived and worked there?  A few minutes later, he realized his fears were going to be confirmed as the deputy took the road leading out to that first farm on the outskirts of town.

 The Stocktons ran one of the dairy farms.  Chris had been there a few times on school trips.  He had been to all the farms in the community on school trips.  He knew Hugh Stockton and his wife Bea, but just barely.  He had never really talked to either of them.

The minute he got out of the truck, the smell of the farm hit him hard.  Most people in town barely seemed to notice how bad the farms smelled, but he did.  The deputy took him up to the front door and knocked.  The door was opened a minute later by Bea Stockton.  She looked angrily at the deputy, then turned and looked at Chris.  Chris got the impression she wasn’t happy to see him there.

“I guess I’ve got no choice,” she said unhappily.

“I’m afraid not,” the deputy replied.  “The judge’s wife said no exceptions, and charged me with making sure of it.”

That caught Chris’s interest, although he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“If I have to do this,” Bea replied angrily, “I’m not doing it in front of you!  It’s bad enough I’ll have to expose myself to him!”

“Just so long as it gets done,” Deputy Mike told her.

Bea stared angrily at the deputy for a moment, then turned her attention to Chris.  “I guess it’s supposed to be Chrissy now?”

Chris nodded, trying to say as little as possible.  “Then come along,” she said to him.  “We’ll go to the bedroom.”  She looked at the deputy.  “And you can go find Hugh.  He should be out in the barn somewhere.  Let’s get this over with Chrissy, and then you can do Abby after me,” she said as she turned and pulled Chris into the house with her.

Once again, Chris got the distinct impression that she didn’t want to do this.  Like with the sheriff’s wife, she was being forced.  But then he had heard Deputy Mike say something about no exceptions, and that he was supposed to make sure of it.

“I don’t want to do this,” Bea Stockton told him as they reached her small bedroom.  “What they’re making me do today is wrong.  What they’re making you do is even worse!  I’d change it all for you if I could, but you probably know better than anyone now how impossible, not to mention dangerous, that would be.  If it wasn’t for Olivia Bastien herself calling me this morning and telling me I had no choice, then saying she would call later to compare experiences, I’d just tell you to sit there quietly and relax.  But I can’t if there’s even a small chance that Olivia might do that…and knowing her, even as little as I do, I don’t dare!”

Chris nodded.  He felt he had to say something.  Very slowly and carefully, he said, “Dank you (Thank you).”

Bea nodded.  “Olivia told me about how you’re supposed to talk.  Stupid!  More of their disgusting behavior.  Come on,” she said as she started pulling her pants down.  Let’s get this over with as quick as possible.”

Chris got his lipstick out and was getting ready to fix his lips again.

“Do you have to do that?” she asked.

Chris nodded.

“Well don’t!  Don’t bother.  Just…let’s get this over with.  I don’t like it.  I don’t approve.  I don’t want my husband doing it either.  And as for the men working for us?  As much as I hate to admit it, they’ll probably love it.  But that doesn’t mean I approve of it.  Now do whatever you have to do and let’s finish this, because I’m not comfortable with any of it.”

She laid back on top of her bed and spread her legs.  This was a new position for Chris, but he climbed on top of the bed and put his head between her legs.  It wasn’t just the farm that smelled bad.  The same smell seemed to permeate the entire house and Bea Stockton herself.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t clean, it was just that all her clothes, her bed, and everything seemed to smell like cows.  Having no choice, he got to work.  He felt her squirming a bit under him, but he expected that now.  Strangely, before he knew it, she was pushing him away.

“Enough!” she told him.  She waited while he got off the bed, then she sat up on the side of it.  “Thank you,” she said softly.  “That was very…nice.  I’m just sorry you had to do it.”

Chris nodded.  As he pulled the makeup wipes from his purse to clean his face, he saw the bottle of chocolate milk in there.  He wanted a drink more than ever now, but he still wasn’t willing to go as far as to drink from that bottle.  Especially not in front of anyone else.

“Are you going to wipe your entire face with those things?” Bea asked.

Chris nodded again.

“Don’t.  I’ll get you a towel.  I have no doubt those things will destroy your makeup.  Why should you make more work for yourself?  She quickly donned her panties and pulled a pair of pants on, then she hurried out of the bedroom.  She was back a moment later with a damp washcloth and a dry towel.  She herself carefully wiped his face, keeping mostly away from his eyes.  Where his eye makeup was slightly ruined, she was extra careful.  “There,” she said when she was done.  “Better?”

Chris nodded.  “Yeth.  Dank you (Yes.  Thank you).”

“Stupid!” Bea muttered.  She watched as he pulled out his lipstick.

“Don’t bother,” she told him.  “I guess you’ve got to do that to Abby next, and no doubt you’re going to be just as much of a mess as you were after me, although Abby may not mind as much as I do.  Come on.”

He followed her out to the kitchen where another woman was working.

“Abby,” Bea Stockton said.  “Your turn.  Take him back to your bedroom.”

Chris wasn’t sure he had even seen Abby before.  She was younger than Bea, but not that much.  He couldn’t help but notice the way she was staring at him, looking him over carefully.

“This way,” she said as she walked past him, once again glancing back at him as she passed.

He followed her though the house to another bedroom.  A much messier bedroom than Bea Stockton had. 

Abby laughed.  “I’ve never had this done to me before.  All the guys I sleep with are only interested in doing it one way.”

Chris wasn’t entirely sure what she was talking about, even though he had a pretty good idea about sex…normal sex.

“How do you want to do it?” she asked.

He shrugged.  Very carefully he said, “How…ev-a…you…want (How ever you want).”  He was happy that it was such an easy thing to say.  Abby laughed and he watched as she stripped totally naked in front of him.  He certainly got an eye full of her breasts and body.  He was still staring at her as she jumped up on her bed and centered herself there.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

Chris started to climb up on the bed.

“You’re not going to get undressed?”

“No,” he replied.

“Aw!  That’s half the fun.  I hear though that you have to wear diapers under that skirt.  Is it true?”

“Yeth (Yes).”

She laughed.  “You can take it off if you want.  I’m pretty good at diapering babies.  Actually, I don’t know a woman or girl in this town that isn’t.”

That was the last thing Chris needed.  “No danks (No thanks),” he replied.

Abby laughed again and waited while he settled himself between her legs.  She watched his head as he went down on her, and she laughed again.  A moment later she exclaimed, “Best thing the Bastiens have ever done in this town!”  With another laugh, she laid back to enjoy the wild sensations she was feeling.

Two orgasms later, she pushed him away.  She laughed.  “I already can’t wait till you come back.  Thanks.”

He nodded as he climbed down from her bed.  He pulled the makeup wipes from his purse and used them to clean his face.  Then while she sat naked on her bed and watched, he redid all his makeup.

“I wish I had a reason to wear makeup,” Abby told him.  “But with my job, helping take care of the farm and the guys who work here, I don’t need it.  Especially not with any of those guys!  But at least Bea lets me have a man in here whenever I want.”  She laughed again.  I wonder how I can get you back again…like maybe for the entire night.  Would you like that?  Keep me company all night.”

Chris shuddered.  “I don’t fink (I don’t think)…” he said, but didn’t finish.

Abby laughed again.  A minute later, he left her room and headed back to the kitchen where he found Bea.

“All done?” Bea said as she looked him over, noticing that his makeup had been completely redone.”

“Yeth (Yes),” he replied.

“I’d offer you a drink, but I remember Olivia mentioning something about baby bottles.  What’s that about?”

Very carefully, Chris tried to say, “I’m…not…thu-po-thed…to…d-dwink…fff-wom…any-ffing…ewwwfe (I’m not supposed to drink from anything else).”

Bea shook her head.  “I’m sorry, in more ways than one, but I don’t have any baby bottles here.”

“I…haffe…one (I have one),” he said.

“Well feel free to have a drink if you want.  You need me to put something in your bottle for you?  Milk?  Water?  Something stronger?”

Chris shook his head.  “No…danks (No thanks)” he replied.  “It-th…ffuuww (It’s full).”

“It’s what?”

“Ffuuww (Full).

“I can’t understand what in the world you’re saying.”

Chris pulled the baby bottle of chocolate milk from his purse and held it up.

“Okay, you’ve got something to drink then.  Feel free.”

Chris wasn’t sure he wanted to drink anything in front of her since it would have to be from the bottle, but he did put it to his lips for a few moments and sucked to at least get a bit of liquid into him and wash some of the taste from the two women out of his mouth.  Even cold, the chocolate milk felt good going down his throat and coating his mouth.  He didn’t dare drink much though.

A few minutes later, Bea pushed him out the door and sent him off toward the barn where she knew her husband, son, and all their farm hands would be anxiously waiting for him.  Disgusting!  What on earth had ever gotten into the Bastiens to do something like this to a person?

The awful smell of cows back at the house had been nothing at all next to the smell in the barn.  It was powerful enough to almost overwhelm him.  But Chris had smelled that many times before on class trips to all the farms around town.  When he arrived at the barn, Chris noticed more than a few of the men watching him.  He saw Deputy Mike talking with Bea’s husband Hugh.

“There you are,” the deputy said as Chris walked up to them.

Chris purposely said nothing, but he saw the way Hugh Stockton looked disapprovingly at the deputy.

“I guess we better get started and get it over with,” Hugh said.

“Enjoy yourself,” the deputy replied with a smile.

“Come on…Chrissy,” Hugh said as he led Chris toward the far corner of the barn.

Chris got the impression that Mr. Stockton wasn’t happy about doing this either.  As they headed through the large barn, Chris noticed the way all the farm hands he could see were looking at him.  He got the impression they were rather anxious to see him.  That was confirmed when one of them let out a wolf-whistle at him as he passed by.

“Ignore them,” Hugh Stockton said without turning around.

Hugh led them into a small storage room.  Once there, Hugh stopped and started pulling down his pants.  Chrissy fixed his lipstick, and a moment later, he was servicing him.  When he was finally done with Hugh Stockton, Chris barely had time to fix his lipstick before another naked cock was exposed in front of him, Hugh’s son.

After that, it was one cock after another, as if the men there couldn’t get to him fast enough.  Chris found it ludicrous when a few of them excitedly told him how pretty he looked.  Fortunately, most of them were so excited over it that they came within just a few moments.  In fact, one of them watched as he redid his lipstick, then he suddenly got a strange look on his face and walked away holding his crotch.  Chris looked at the deputy questioningly.

The deputy talked to the man, then laughed and came over to Chris.  “He got so excited just watching you do your lipstick, that he came in his pants,” the deputy told him.

Chris was just grateful that it was one less cock he would have in his mouth.  Each and every one of them had tasted so bad that he had to take brief swallows of the chocolate milk in his baby bottle to get the taste momentarily out of his mouth…only to have another cock shoved into it a few moments later that tasted just as bad…or worse.

After the Stockton farm, the deputy drove him to the farm next to the Stockton’s where he had to start all over again.  But shortly after he got there, he began fighting with something else.  He needed to pee.  And it was made worse by having to keep rinsing his mouth with the chocolate milk in his baby bottle.  It wasn’t long after that he had no choice but to wet himself.  Trying to get out of what he was doing, he told the deputy that he needed to get changed.  The deputy told him not until he had finished everyone on the farm.  Chris had no choice but to go back to work.

 

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“Chris!” Tess exclaimed the moment Tess saw Chris and the deputy come into the house.

“Mom!” Chris replied as he and his mother ran to each other and hugged.  Their joyous reunion was cut short however when the deputy said, “It’s my understanding that his name is supposed to be Chrissy now!  That’s one demerit!”

Tess looked at Deputy Mike with total hatred in her heart.  She hugged her son again.  “How’s it going today?” she asked in a whisper.

“Awfuw! (Awful!)” Chris replied.  “You haf no idea how bad ev-we-one who woks on the fahms can taste.  (You have no idea how bad everyone who works on the farms can taste).”

There was nothing Tess could say to that.

“We’re just here so he can be changed,” Mike told her.  “Then it will be back to work for him.”

“How about lunch?” Tess asked.  “Doesn’t he get a break for that?  It’s well after lunchtime.”

The deputy looked uncertain.  “The sheriff didn’t mention anything about that, but…yeah, if you want to give him something, that might be a good idea.”

“How about you?” Tess asked.

“No.  I got something already at the last farm.”

“And you couldn’t let Chris eat?”

“He was working.”

Tess glared angrily at the deputy.  She fixed Chris something for lunch and replaced the baby bottle in his purse with a full one.  This time with water in it.  A few minutes later, Chris and the deputy were out the door again.  For the next two hours Chris did two more small farms, neither of which were dairy farms this time so for him they were somewhat better.

Afterwards, back in the deputy’s truck, Deputy Mike told him that their last stop of the day, as far as he knew, was going to be at the sheriff’s office downtown.

Chris wasn’t exactly happy about going there, but he had no doubt what he’d be doing there.

 

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The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 9 – Saturday is a Workday – Part 1 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 9 – Saturday is a Workday – Part 1 of 3

 

Riding in Deputy Mike’s truck was frightening, but he wasn’t nearly as nervous as when he was riding with the sheriff.  It took him no time however to realize where the deputy was taking him – out to the bridge.  And he had no doubt what he’d be doing there.  As they approached the truck blocking the road, Chris saw the deputy in the other truck get out to wait for them.  Deputy Mike, driving him, pulled off the road and parked.

“Get out!” Deputy Mike ordered.

Chris got out of the warm truck and walked around toward Deputy Thomas. 

“Hey Mike,” Thomas greeted his friend.  “You said you’d bring him first thing.  Thanks.”

“No problem,” Mike replied.  He looked to Chris.  “Say hello to Deputy Thomas,” Deputy Mike ordered.

Very carefully, Chris considered the spelling of each word and said, “He-wo, Dep-u-ty D…Dom-ath (Hello, Deputy Thomas).”

The two deputies laughed.  A minute later, Chris was fixing his lipstick and putting his mouth to work.  When he was done, Deputy Thomas zipped up his pants and asked, “How many has he done already today?”

“We just started,” Mike replied.  “You’re the first, but you’re not the only one he can do right here.”

A minute later, Chris had his second cock of the day in his mouth.

“Nice and warm!” Mike told Thomas.

“A real pleasure,” Thomas agreed.  “Where are you going next?” he asked.

“The judge’s house,” Mike replied as the feelings of pleasure were washing through him. 

“Then where?”

“I don’t know.  “The judge’s wife is supposed to give me some kind of list.”

“So you won’t be just driving him to wherever you want?”

“Not yet at least.”

Chrissy kept working, but he listened to it all.  The judge’s wife was making a list of places for him to go?  He had a feeling she would be keeping him very busy all day.

He was just finishing up with Deputy Mike when a small truck drove up from town.  Chris swallowed the last of Deputy Mike’s cum and stood up while the deputy zipped up his pants.  Chris took a look at the truck and saw it was from the cheese factory.  Evidently, they were going out to deliver the round wheels of cheese they produced.

He watched as Deputy Thomas went over to the truck with his clipboard and greeted the two men in it.  As he fixed his lipstick, he watched as one of the men got out of the truck and opened the back of it so the deputy could look inside.  A moment later, the deputy and the man laughed, and the deputy came back to his truck and moved it so it wasn’t blocking the road.  In seconds, the truck was driving slowly across the wooden bridge away from Bastien and the deputy pulled his truck across the road again.

Why was it so necessary for the deputy to see into the back of the truck?  Chris wondered about that as he was being driven to the judge’s house.  He thought about the clipboard he had seen twice now, once yesterday when that TV truck had arrived, and again today when the cheese truck had gone out.  And each time the deputy had checked something off on that clipboard.  Why?  Did the deputy have a list of everyone that was supposed to come in or go out?  If so, what would happen if anyone came in or went out and didn’t have their name on that list?  It was all a lot to think about.

Trouble hit him out of the blue a few minutes later.  Deputy Mike pulled up in front of the judge’s big house and ordered him to get out.  Chris knew the deputy was supposed to get a list from the judge’s wife, but would he be required to service the judge while he was there?  The judge’s wife too for that matter?  Deputy Mike knocked on the door and the door was soon opened by Olivia herself.  With the deputy in front of him, Chris stood back and watched, but Olivia opened the door wider, and he followed the deputy inside.  Olivia closed the door and stood there staring at him.  “That’s one demerit!” she said in that nasty voice of hers.

Chris was shocked.  “What for?”

“That’s two!” she announced quickly.  “The first was for not curtseying.  The second for what you just said now.  I heard an R sound at the end of ‘what for.’  Two demerits…already!”  She looked to the deputy.  “Has he racked up any others yet?”

“No, ma’am,” Deputy Mike replied respectfully, suddenly seeming very nervous.

“Well watch him closely.  Ones like him think they can get away with anything.  We’ve got to watch them like a hawk to teach them they can’t.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the deputy replied.

Olivia looked at Chrissy.  “You know where my husband’s office is.  Go!”

Chris hurried away.  Two demerits – in just seconds.  He berated himself for what he had done.  He should have known better.  His mother had warned him, and he had simply forgotten to curtsey.  And then the shock of her announcing the demerit had made him forget how he was supposed to talk now.  As much as he hated it, he probably deserved the beating he would get for that tonight.  He already wasn’t looking forward to it.

When he came out of the judge’s home office a little while later, he didn’t see any sign at all of the deputy, but he did find Olivia waiting for him.  This time, just to be on the safe side, he curtseyed.

“Charming,” Olivia said with her wicked smile.

Once again, she dragged him into her office and closed the door.  Once again, his face was a total mess by the time she was finished with him.  But this time, she watched as he carefully tried to redo all his makeup right in front of her.  When he was done, she let out a laugh.  No doubt you’ll get better and faster at it in time.  Right now, I have no doubt that you’re wear more makeup than anyone else in this town, and I enjoyed every minute of you trying to put it on.  Now get out of here!”

Chris hurried out of her office and out of the house.  He saw the deputy’s truck sitting outside and he hurried to it.

“Two demerits,” the deputy said as Chris got into the truck.

Chris looked at him but said nothing.  Keeping his mouth shut was more important than ever.  Why hadn’t he kept it shut that day in school when Billy had confronted him?

As the deputy pulled out of the driveway, Chris’s mouth felt overly used and tired.  He could still taste all of Olivia’s juices that had filled his mouth for so long.  He wished he could get a drink to rinse his mouth out, but since he was only allowed to drink from baby bottles now, he didn’t even want to think about that.  Despite having a bottle in his purse, he wasn’t ready for any more of that humiliation yet.

The drive wasn’t very far.  When they got there, Chris recognized the big house that belonged to the sheriff.  He immediately got nervous again.

“Next stop,” the deputy said.  “I’ll be waiting here till you’re done.”

Reluctantly, Chris got out of the truck and made his way to the front door.  He knocked.  A moment later, the door opened and he saw the sheriff’s wife standing there.  He was slow to remember, but this time he did remember.  He curtseyed to her and saw her smile as if she was trying not to laugh.

“Come in Chrissy,” she said as she noticed the deputy sitting and watching from his truck.  “I guess we’ve got no choice but to do this.  Even me.”

She led him through the house, all the way to her bedroom.  As they walked, Chris looked for any sign of either Billy or Miranda, but he didn’t see either of them.

In her bedroom, Alicia looked at him for a moment, then said, “You can take your coat off.  Get comfortable.”

Chris gratefully removed his coat, hat, and mittens.  Then, while he watched the sheriff’s wife removing her pants and panties, he got his mirror out and redid his lipstick.  By the time he was done, she was naked from the waist down and was sitting in a chair.

“Let’s get this over with,” she told him.

As Chris approached her, he noticed her gripping the arms of the chair.  From the way she acted, he had a feeling she didn’t want to do this.  Why?  But a minute later, as his tongue was hard at work on her, he felt her squirming around and making soft noises.  As with Olivia Bastien, it was a while before she stopped him, but he was sure it wasn’t nearly as long as it was with Olivia.  As he was wiping off his face, he saw her get up and head into a bathroom that was connected to their bedroom.  She took her panties and her pants with her.

He was still struggling with his eye makeup by the time she came out.  She watched him closely as he worked on it.  “You might try getting yourself a different eyeliner,” she told him.  “Maybe a pencil kind instead of that brush.”

Chris nodded, trying not to say anything.

“Who picked out your makeup?” Alicia asked.  “Your mother?”

“Chris shook his head.”

“Who!” Alicia insisted.

Now he had to speak a very difficult name.  “Ma-wan-da, (Miranda)” he said slowly.

Alicia nodded.  “Figures.  Finish up, the deputy should still be waiting outside.”

Two minutes later, Chris climbed back into the deputy’s warm truck.

“Any demerits in there?” the deputy asked.

“No,” Chris said easily.

“Too bad,” the deputy replied with a laugh as he put the truck in gear.

The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 8 – Home School – Part 2 of 2

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 8 – Home School – Part 2 of 2

 

Alicia waited until her entire family was seated at the breakfast table.  She had prepared pancakes for them, one of the family’s favorite breakfasts.  Before she sat down at the table with them, she dropped copies of the Addendum in front of Billy and Miranda.

“What’s this?” her daughter asked.

“Read it!”

Only seconds later, “Miranda squealed with delight.  “You made his name official!”

“Keep reading,” Alicia told her.

It was Billy though who spoke next.  “What?  No.  No.  Mom!”  He looked to his mother, then to his father.  “Dad, what’s this?”

“It’s all right there in writing son,” Tom told him.

“But…but this means that Chrissy won’t be in school anymore.  How the hell am I going to do anything with him?  He won’t be there for all the kids to see it.”

“Yeah, well, let’s talk about that son.  As much as I hate to say it, Pomeroy was right.  School isn’t the place for that kind of thing.  Most of those kids are really way too young to be seeing that kind of thing.”

“But Dad…”

“Don’t but Dad me!  From now on, Chrissy stays out of that school unless me or one of the deputies brings him there.  Understand?”

“But Dad…”

“Billy!  According to what your mother told me recently, you haven’t legitimately passed a single course in that school since eighth grade.”

“Hey!  Every report card I got has straight ‘A’s.”

“Yeah, only because you’re a Bastien.”

“Why should I bother with any of that.  When I graduate, I’m going to be a deputy, then someday, I’m going to have your job.  Sheriff.”

“That’s right.  But to do my job, and someday also be judge of this town, you’ve got to know a whole lot more than you do now.  So Chrissy stays out of the school.”

“But what if I want him to suck my cock?  What if I want him to suck my friends off too?”

“Not…in…school!  I’m not happy with you wanting him to do that to you and your friends either, but I don’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter.  Tell you what.  I’ll have the deputies bring him by the office anytime he’s not too busy.  You and your friends can play with him for a few hours then.  After school!”

Billy wasn’t happy about it.  The whole point of it all was for the kids in school to see how powerful he was.

Miranda went back to reading the Addendum.  She got to the main part of it.  The biggest part.  “Momma.  Momma.  Momma,” she said excitedly.  “This is everything I tried to tell you about yesterday.  All of it!  You just wrote it out better.”  And then she got to the part about the baby bottles.  She squealed loudly and excitedly.  “The bottles.  You’ve got that in here too.  I don’t believe it.”

“Yes dear.  I mentioned it all to Grandma and she seemed to like the idea.  All your ideas.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Miranda said excitedly.  But then she realized something, and her face fell.  “But…it’s like Billy said.  If he’s not ever in school, how will I ever get to see him drinking from a bottle?  How will I ever get to hear him talking like a toddler?”

“I don’t know,” Alicia told her.  “I guess you’ll just have to take comfort in the fact that you added a major amount of trouble to his punishment.  Oh, and one other thing.  Anytime you see him, he and his mother both have been ordered to curtsey to you.”

“Curtsey?”

“Yes.  Just don’t be surprised.”

Miranda tried to picture that, then burst out laughing.

 

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Chris and Tess were still in their pajamas, still at the kitchen table while Miranda was laughing on the other side of town.  Tess had fixed them a breakfast of eggs and bacon.  The empty plates were still in front of them.  Chris’s baby bottle, now containing cold chocolate milk, was still full and sitting in front of him.

“Thank you very much for letting me service you,” Tess said, giving her son another sentence to try to say.

“Mom, I’m…not…goo-ing…to…thay…dat (Mom, I’m not going to say that),” Chris replied as carefully as he could.

“Say it anyway!” she told him.

He was just about to try, when the front door opened.  They both watched in horror as one of the deputies walked in and headed for the kitchen table.

“Deputy Mike,” Tess greeted him.  “What can I do for you?”

“I’m just here to make sure Chrissy here is following orders,” the deputy replied.

“He is.  Trust me!” Tess told him.  “We’ve been working hard on his speech all morning.”

“Oh yeah?  Let me hear something.”

Tess looked over at Chris.  “Say hello to the deputy,” she told him.

Slowly and hesitantly, Chris said, “He-wo, dep-u-ty.”

The Deputy Mike let out a small laugh, then looked to Tess.  “I see the baby bottle on the table.  Is he in diapers like he’s supposed to be?”

“Chris…Chrissy,” Tess said, correcting herself.  “Stand up and pull your pajama bottoms down.”

Hesitantly, Chris stood up and pulled his pajamas down just far enough so that the deputy could see his diaper.  “I’m…wet,” he told the deputy, happy that neither of the two words he tried to say could give him any reason for concern.

Mike chuckled a laugh.  “Good enough then.  I’ll be back later.  About ten.”  With that, he cockily strode out of the house.

Tess breathed a sigh of relief.  “That’s why we can’t let our guard down.”  She looked over at Chris and noticed a tear slipping from his eye.  “What’s wrong?”

“You-w  wwwight.  I can-t ev-a be no…now…now-mal…now-maw (You’re right.  I can’t ever be normal).”

Sadly, Tess agreed.  “No.  Now do your mess in your diaper, then get a shower and get dressed.  We both need a break.”

A few minutes later, Chris walked into the bathroom and stared longingly at the toilet.  It wasn’t that he couldn’t use it, it was simply that he no longer had any need to use it.  His mother had made him mess and wet in that small diaper again.  Then she had removed it for him and sent him in for his shower.  His life was getting nothing but more miserable with each passing minute.  Fifteen minutes later, his mother helped him get dressed again.  Different leggings, and top, same stupid short skirt.  Once again, the girl’s clothes felt weird to wear, even though he had spent two days already in essentially the same clothes.

His mother made him do his makeup again, all of it, including his eyes.  She watched and offered suggestions.  He knew it still looked bad when she told him it was good enough, but in truth, he didn’t care.  She had him comb his hair again and add his lipstick.  Then she took him out to the living room.

“I’ve got to teach you this too, Chris,” she told him.  “As stupid as it seems, thanks to the judge’s wife, we’ve got no choice.”

“What now?”

“Curtseying.  Remember?”

He vaguely remembered that from last night too.  “But it’s not on any of the papers.”

“Do you think that’s going to matter?  Olivia Bastien herself ordered it, right here last night.  And she did it while the sheriff and his wife were watching.  You…and me…we’ve got no choice but to do what she wants.  In this case, curtsey to each of the Bastien women every time we see or talk to them.  Olivia, Alicia, and Miranda!”

Chris shook his head.  “How about the men?”

“She didn’t say that, so I’ll leave it up to you.”

“No!”

She looked at him for a moment then said, “Okay.  Now this isn’t difficult so it shouldn’t give you any trouble.”  She demonstrated as she gave him the directions.  “First, nod your head down respectfully a little.  Then grab the sides of your skirt.  Put your right foot back, and dip.  Then just stand up straight.  See, easy.  Now you try it.”  Step by step, she led Chris through the process, then watched him try it half a dozen times.

When they were done with that, she checked the clock.  Fifteen minutes to go, but what if the deputy was early?  She grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk from the table and stuck it in his purse.  As she did, she remembered something else from that Addendum last night, she was going to need to be ready to change him at any time, which meant that she was going to need to pack some kind of diaper bag.  She had to have not just diapers and cleaning supplies for him, but bottles too.  It wasn’t just Chris’s life that was getting more difficult, it was hers too.

Then she remembered having to beat him like she had last night.  She realized that the Bastiens weren’t just punishing her son, they were punishing her as well.  She had no doubt that Olivia Bastien knew just how all of this would affect her.  Tess had no doubt at all.

The front door suddenly opened, and Deputy Mike walked in again.

“He’s just about ready,” she told him.  She watched as her son got his coat, hat, and mittens on.  She handed him his purse and Chrissy draped the strap over his head and shoulder.  She hugged him tightly.  “Good luck.  I love you,” she whispered.

He wanted to say he loved her too, but there was a letter in the word love that he couldn’t use anymore.  “Yeah,” he said.  “Bye Mom.”

Tess watched as her son followed the deputy out the door.  What horrors was he heading for?  She could only imagine.

It was Saturday.  The bank was closed but she needed to get to the dry-goods store for some things to put together a diaper bag for him.  Everything they seemed to be doing to him was at odds with everything else.  They wanted him to go around sucking cocks, while at the same time, they wanted him treated like nothing but a baby.  And all of it was designed to make her son look like a total idiot.  A total loser.  A total fool.

They were trying to erase the son she used to have and replace him with something else.  Something that was nothing but a total mockery of what her son used to be.  And in doing so, she had no doubt that the Bastien women were very aware of what all of that was going to do to her.  They wanted her to wish she was dead too.  Well, she was almost to that point.  Her only reason for living anymore was to make sure her son lived.  That was all that mattered anymore.  He had to live!