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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