The Legend of Bastien - Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 2 of 3

 

The Legend of Bastien

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 6 – Plotting – Part 2 of 3

 

Chris sat against the wall in Pomeroy’s office and closed his eyes.  Once he had finished with the principal, Pomeroy had suggested he just stay there out of sight.  Chris was grateful.  The only place he’d rather be just then, was home, and he had no illusions as to how likely it was that anyone would let him go there.

He opened his eyes.  The colorful leg warmers his mother had made him stood out boldly.  He supposed the red background of them was supposed to go with his red skirt.  Not that he cared.  The only thing he was wearing that he…sort of liked, were the warm boots he had left on today.  They were girl’s boots, but he still like them. 

He drew his knees up and wrapped his arms around his legs, briefly catching a flash of the pink nail polish he was wearing.  Ugh!  Every single time he did anything with his hands, he couldn’t help but notice it.  He wanted to shake his hands to shake the weird color off, but that of course was stupid.  Almost as stupid as he was.  And there was no longer any doubt as to how stupid he really was.  No doubt anymore at all.

The bell hadn’t even rung yet for the next period when Billy came waltzing in.  “What the hell are you doing?” Billy demanded.

“What I was told to do,” Chris replied.  “Sit here.”

Billy shook his head and glared angrily at Pomeroy.  “This isn’t working.  He needs work.  He’s still way to slow at what he does.”

Pomeroy shook his head.  “Billy, I really don’t know how to help with that.”

“Of course not,” Billy replied angrily.  “You’re too stupid.  You’re all too stupid.  Come on flake, get up.  Let’s go!”

Chris got up from the floor, worried now about where Billy would take him next.  But he had no illusions at all about what he would be doing once he got there.  So why should it matter where they were going next?  He guessed it didn’t.  But they didn’t even get out of the outer school office when he saw the sheriff come in.

“Dad,” Billy said.  “What are you doing here?”

Tom Bastien looked Chris over.  “I need him again,” Tom told his son.  “We’ve got a request.”

“Yeah?” Billy said brightly.  “From who?”

“Never mind.  That’s town business, not yours.”

“But…”

“Billy!  You don’t need to know!”

Billy backed down quickly.  “Yes Dad,” he replied.

“Now go to class.  And Chrissy, you get your coat and get back here.  Fast!”

Once again Chris climbed into the sheriff’s pickup truck, and once again he noticed that they were heading toward the judge’s house.  He could already picture himself stuck under that big desk again, having to unzip the judge’s pants and do all the work.  When they arrived, as always now, he said nothing.  He got meekly out of the truck and followed the sheriff up to the front door.  The maid opened the door for them and let them inside.  He noticed the judge’s wife watching as they came in.  Just seeing her gave him shivers.  Chris felt her eyes on him all the way through the door.

“Go on back.  He’s free right now,” Olivia told them.

Once again Chris had to follow the sheriff into the judge’s office.

“Hey Dad,” Tom said as he walked in.

“Tom,” the judge said, greeting his son.  He turned his attention to Chris.  “What are you standing there for.  You don’t need an invitation.  All you need to do is come straight over here and get to work!”

Chris didn’t bother fixing his lips first.  He didn’t even bother taking off his coat.  He hurried right over to the judge’s desk and crawled under it.  A moment later, he was unzipping the judge’s fly while he heard the judge and the sheriff talking about town business as if he wasn’t even there.  When he was done, he carefully zipped the judge’s pants back up and crawled out.  He stood off to the side while the judge and sheriff were talking and fixed his lips.

“Chrissy!” Olivia’s voice rang through the room, interrupting the conversation.  “Now that you’re done with them, get your ass over here.”

Chris hurried over to the woman and stood in front of her.

“Hm!” Olivia grunted.  “The last time I saw your mother, she curtseyed.”  She turned on her heel.  “Come along.”

Chris followed, wondering what she would want.  She led him into another room nearby.  Another office he realized, but one that looked a lot brighter and nicer than the one the judge used.  He noticed Olivia closing the office door after them.  He got a bit more nervous then.  He got much more nervous when the woman pulled her pants and her panties off, right in front of him.  Naked from the waist down, she sat in one of the chairs.

“Take your coat off,” she told him.  “Let me see what you’re wearing.”

Chris pulled his coat off and dropped it on the floor.  He stood there while Olivia seemed to study him.

“Pull your skirt up.  Let me see your diaper.”

He pulled up his skirt, exposing the embarrassing toddler diaper he was wearing.”

“Are you wet at all?” she asked.

“No,” he mumbled shyly.

“Then wet it!  Now!” she ordered.

Chris was shocked.

“Did you hear me?  Wet that thing!”

Chris was shaking inside.  She was scaring him.  It had been a while now since his mother had put the diaper on him.  Most of the morning already.  Too afraid not to do it, he searched the feelings in his body.  Yeah, he could pee.  Absolutely.  The question was, could he do it in front of her?  But what choice did he have?  None!  Standing right in front of her, he pushed and forced himself to start peeing in his diaper.  Once it started though, it was nothing but a miserable experience.  He moved around a little, trying hard to make it better, but no matter what, he simply got wet inside his diaper.  Very wet.  He felt like crying before it was all over.

Olivia smiled.  Making him wet himself in front of her had been amusing.  She’d have to remember to do that again.  But now that he was wet…  “Now that you’ve proved what a big baby you are, get over here and get busy.  Has Billy had you do any women yet?”

“Uh…not Billy.”

“Tom?”

“Uh…no.”

“So you’ve never done a woman?”

“Uh…”

“Out with it!  Who?”

“Um…my mom wanted to kind of…prepare me.”

Olivia burst out laughing.  “Your own mother made you lick her out.  That’s precious!  Now get your ass over here and get busy.  Let’s see if your mother actually managed to teach you anything, although I’m betting she didn’t teach you a damn thing!”

Chris hurried over and knelt down in front of Olivia.  He didn’t know why, but this woman scared him even more than the judge.  He wasn’t sure if she scared him more than the sheriff or not.  All he knew was that she was someone who made him very nervous.

It was different doing a woman instead of a man.  Much different.  Instead of having something stuck in his mouth, he had to use his tongue to stick part of himself up into her.  In a way, it was all backwards.  She tasted different too than any of the men he did.  They just tasted gross, mostly like they never took a bath.  But like his mother, Olivia was soon all wet inside and that moisture kept running right into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it often.  There was another big difference between doing a man and her.  It was easier to tell when a man was done.  With her, she just seemed to keep wanting more and more.  He was getting a lot more tired working on her than he got working on anyone else.

Olivia sat there and let him bring her to three orgasms.  That was far better than she ever got from her husband.  With him, she was lucky if she ever got one…when the few times came around that they actually had sex together, so this was pure decadence as far as she was concerned.  And as far as she was concerned, she deserved every bit of it.  After coming down from her third orgasm, she finally shoved his head away from her.  “Enough!  For now,” she told him.  “You need work!  Hopefully, by next time, you’ll be better at it.”  He had actually been fairly wonderful, but he didn’t need to know that.  His entire face was an absolute mess.  “Clean yourself up and redo your makeup,” she ordered.

Chris grabbed his small mirror and his lipstick, but after looking at his face, he put the lipstick back.  His face looked almost as much of a mess as it felt like it was.  He used the makeup remover to wipe everything off.  Finally, he redid his lipstick while Olivia Bastion watched him.

“Your eyes need redoing,” she told him.

“I don’t have any of that makeup,” he told her.

“You what?”

“I don’t.  My mom does it for me.”

“Well she better start teaching you to do it yourself.  Soon!”

“I think she already is,” he replied.

“How’s that?”

“She made me do my own eyeshadow this morning.”

Olivia let out a laugh.  “Eyeshadow.  The easiest thing in the bunch.  When you get home tonight, you better tell her to teach you all of it, and fast!  Next time I won’t be so easy on you for it.”  She thought about something.  “In fact, maybe I shouldn’t be so easy on you about it this time.  The judge’s order specified makeup, and if I remember, it specifically said eye makeup as well as lipstick.  So as I see it, since you don’t have any with you right now, and you don’t even know how to put it on, then you’re breaking the law.”

Chris was suddenly scared out of his wits.  “I’m sorry!” he begged.  “My mom didn’t give me any.  I didn’t need any yesterday, so we didn’t know.”

“Tough!” Olivia said.  “Now get out of here before I decide to make a real issue out of it.  And get your mother to teach you.  As I see it, she didn’t raise you right before, and she’s still not capable of doing it.”

Chris hurried from the room as fast as he could.  He didn’t just leave her office, he went all the way out of the house and sat in the sheriff’s truck.

It was another ten minutes before the sheriff came back.  “What happened in there?” the sheriff asked.

“Guess!” Chris muttered angrily.

The sheriff laughed.

Once again, instead of driving Chris back to school, the sheriff drove him out to the bridge.  There was a different deputy there this time, but like the last one, he too was parked on the town side of the bridge.  Were they all too lazy to drive across the thing?  Or was it dangerous to drive across it?  The sheriff had mentioned that they had to be careful about that.

Without a word, he soon found himself kneeling down taking care of the deputy as he stood right next to his truck.  Chris was wondering if this was going to be a daily occurrence now.  First the judge and his wife, then do one of the deputies out by the bridge.

He had just finished with the deputy and was fixing his lipstick when he noticed both men’s attention being caught by something.  He turned and saw a van from the satellite TV company approaching the bridge from the other side.  He watched as the van slowed way down as it came all the way across.  By the time it got to the other side, the deputy had pulled a clipboard out of his truck and went to talk to the driver.  It was clear even to Chris that the deputy and the van driver knew each other.  A minute later, the deputy came back and moved his truck out of the way so the van could get through.  In seconds, the van disappeared into the trees on its way into town.  Chris wondered who was having trouble with their TV, or who might be getting TV service.

“Chris!  Back in the truck!” the sheriff ordered.

On the way back to town, the sheriff asked, “Do you need your diaper changed again?”

“Yes.  If I can.  The judge’s wife wanted my mom to fix my makeup for me too.”

The sheriff nodded but said nothing.  A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of the bank and let Chris out.  “Get your business taken care of as quick as you can, then get back over to the school.  If I call over there and find out you’re not there yet, trust me, there’ll be hell to pay.  Now hurry your ass up!”

Chris ran for the door to the bank.  A minute later, he was inside, watching as the sheriff drove off towards his office.

“Chris!” Tess shouted as she ran to her son.  She quickly enveloped him in a tight hug.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Mom.  The sheriff just gave me a quick break to get my diaper changed and my makeup redone.  But he’s going to call the school soon and make sure I get back there as quick as possible.”

Tess stared at him for a moment, now noticing how messed up his makeup was.  She turned her head.  “Hugh!  I’ve got to run home for a few minutes.  I’ll be back as soon as I can.”  Without bothering to find her coat, she grabbed Chris’s hand and ran all the way home with him.

 

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Miranda stared at her notebook.  She wasn’t having much success at all.  Everything she had tried to find on the internet, didn’t seem to be there…much.  She found a few small clues, but that was it.  She couldn’t even find any hints for someplace she could go to for more information.  She finally decided she was going to have to figure it all out by herself.

So how?  What could they do?  She had a few tiny bits of clues from the internet, but nothing more to work with.  She was so focused on it, that she didn’t even bother with lunch.  In fact, she didn’t even think about lunch.

 

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By midafternoon, Chris had sucked off Billy’s other two friends, Tony and Chet.  Each time Billy had dragged him from the end of one class into the boy’s room to do it, and each time Chris had to slip into his next class where he automatically sat in the back now and didn’t bother to listen to what was going on.  All he could think about now was what was going to happen next…and the fact that the judge’s wife was mad at him for not having any eye makeup.  As soon as school was over, Billy dragged Chris to two different male teachers and made him suck each of them off.  Finally, Billy stuck his cock into Chris’s mouth himself one more time before sending Chris home with the warning to be ready in case anyone called for him.

By the time Chris got to his locker to get his coat, he opened it, then collapsed into a sitting position on the floor where he stared blankly into it.  This wasn’t life.  This was death.  He’d much rather the sheriff had put a bullet into his brain than go through this every day.  He would try to do something, force the issue, make the sheriff shoot him, if not for one thing and one thing only.  His mother.  He had to protect her.  He knew she was going almost as crazy as he was over his situation.  But he couldn’t let them kill her.  He couldn’t!

“Chris!”

Chris turned and saw Principal Pomeroy heading for him.

“Are you alright?”

“Do I look alright?”

“Are you hurt?”

“In my soul.”

“Yeah.  I believe that,” Pomeroy replied.

“What am I going to do?” Chris asked.

“I don’t know,” Pomeroy admitted.

“I’m to the point now where I already want the sheriff to shoot me, but I can’t.”

“I have no doubt it’s that bad.  And as bad as it is, I wouldn’t want to die either.”

“No!  I do want to die.  But if I don’t do what they want, they’ll kill my mother.  All I keep picturing is when the sheriff held his big knife against her neck, and I saw the blood start flowing.”

Pomeroy was shocked.  “He did that?”

“Yes!  Why do you think I’m trying so hard to do everything they want?  I don’t dare give them any trouble at all!”

“No.  Of course not,” Pomeroy replied.

“What am I going to do?”

“I don’t know Chris.  Now, I really don’t know.  I didn’t know they threatened your mother too.”

Chris took a breath, then climbed to his feet.  “I better get home,” he said.  “Billy warned me to be there and ready in case anyone called for me.”

Pomeroy said nothing.  He watched as Chris put his coat, hat, and mittens on.  Then he put his arm around the boy as he walked him to the door of the school.  “Good luck, Chris,” he told him.

Chris didn’t answer.  With his head down, he crossed the expanse of snow covered green, heading back towards the tiny little house he and his mother called home.

 

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