J Watson - Chained women

"Ahhhh," Jim said. "The Cross brothers. Well you see, Leslie, it's like this. The Cross brothers have left town and they won't be back. They didn't like the atmosphere around here."

"They didn't like the baseball bats either," Andrew chuckled.

"I don't believe it," Leslie said.

"Then try and find them," Jim said. "We don't have to worry about them any more."

Leslie looked at his eyes and she knew he was telling the truth. She felt a cold shiver go up her spine. She looked around at the faces for some trace of sympathy. There was none.

"All right," she said reluctantly. "What's the price?"

"I'd have thought you'd know that," Jim said. "The same price that Cindy paid."

Leslie's face grew pale. She was no virgin. She had fucked many boys, but never more than one at a time, and never in front of such a crowd. She couldn't do anything like that. She wasn't a whore like Cindy.

"You're crazy," Leslie said.

Jim shrugged. "We're not going to force you. We're just going to keep you in the building until you agree."

"I know your father," Cindy said, smirking. "I know that he'll hit the ceiling if you come home late. He won't let you be a cheerleader any more. He probably won't be letting you date for a while either."

Leslie knew that every word Cindy uttered was true. Her father was a strict master. He liked his children to be home when they were supposed to be. He told them that they were old enough to have responsibility. If she wasn't home before dark then all sorts of things might happen. Her father was also quick to think of suitable punishments for his children who disobeyed him.

Leslie looked at her watch. She had more than three hours to go before dark. There was plenty of time to find a way out of the building.

"Let me think," Leslie said sweetly.

She was running down the hail before anyone realized what she was doing. She knew another door that the janitors came in by. She could reach it easily before they could catch up. She found a light switch in the dark hall and turned it on. She could see the janitors' door.

She pushed against it and it wouldn't open. She pushed again. A figure stepped out of the shadows. A boy she didn't recognize. He held a key in his hand.

"Sometimes they leave the key in," he said, smiling. "You can lock it from the inside and then nobody can get out."

She backed away from him. "You bastard," she said.

"Why don't you give it up, Leslie?" he said. "You can't get out until dark unless you pay your way."

"You bastards," she said again. "All of you are bastards."

He shook his head sadly. "You pay or you don't get out."

She thought of another door. Down the hall near the gym. She turned on her heel and fled down the hall. Her lungs were getting tired and she gasped for breath. She found the stairs. She took the stairs two at a time.

The door was at the end of the hall. Another smiling face waited for her.

"You can't get out," the girl said. "Not unless you pay their price."

"Goddamn you!" Leslie said.

One more door. They could have forgotten it, and they might not even know that she knew about it. The one in the boys' locker room. It stayed open most of the time.

She started running again. Once more she took to the stairs, going deep into the basement part of the building. She turned at the door marked BOYS' DRESSING ROOM.

The room smelled of dirty sweat socks. She ran down the long hall and into the rear where the lockers were. The door was open. She laughed with delight. And then it closed. She couldn't see who must have been standing behind it but she could hear someone's low laughter on the outside.

"Oh shit," she said.

She was beaten. There were no more doors except for the back door, and she knew they would have that one locked. What was she going to do? She walked slowly back up the stairs to the front hall. The rest of them were still waiting at the front door.

"Well?" Jim asked, smiling. "Have you decided?"

"I couldn't get out," she said pitifully.

"Of course not," Jim agreed. "We planned this very carefully. There's nothing for you to do but make a choice."

"That's right," Sherry said. "Make your choice. Do you want the cheerleading job bad enough to take on the boys, or don't you? If you don't then we'll just wait here until dark."

"You're a little bitch," Leslie snarled.

"I am," Sherry agreed, "But not half the bitch you are."

Leslie had an idea. She smiled sweetly at Jim. "Is this all your idea?"

Jim looked proud. "Most of it."

"Then why share me? Why don't we just go somewhere and you can have me all to yourself? Wouldn't you like that better?"

Jim pursed his lips as if he were considering the possibility.

"I see what you mean," he said. "Why don't you and I go somewhere?"

"Yes," Leslie said quickly.

"You mean you're willing to give me some pussy?" Jim asked, his eyes shining.

"We could go somewhere and talk about it," Leslie suggested sweetly.

"I don't want to talk about it. I want a promise if I let you go, you'll let me have a piece of your ivory ass."

Leslie looked around. Her voice grew hard. "Yes, damn you. Did you have to make me say it out loud?"

"Where?" Jim asked.

Leslie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What the hell difference does it make?"

"I just want to know where," Jim said. "Will we do it at your house or at mine, or in the woods or what? Where will I get to fuck you?"

"I don't know!" Leslie said savagely. "Anyplace you want. I don't care if we do it in the Goddamned back seat of your car, but let's get away from these grinning fools."

Jim pursed his lips again. "No deal," he said finally.

Again Leslie couldn't believe him. "You mean you're turning me down?"

"I am," Jim said. "You see, I don't think your pussy would be as good as Cindy's if you worked at it, and I like Cindy. I'm doing this for her. So you make your choice. It's all or nothing, Leslie."

They waited in silence. Leslie was searching her mind furiously for an answer but there wasn't any. It was as simple as black and white. Either she fucked or she went home after dark and lost most of her freedom. It wasn't just the cheerleading job but she would also lose some of the clubs she belonged to. And clubs were a good way to meet older girls in college, girls who would sponsor Leslie for their sororities. And the right sororities helped a girl meet the right kind of boy. The rich kind!

"All right, damn you," Leslie said. "Where do you want me?"

"How about the English classroom?" Sherry suggested. "They've been doing a play and they have some soft carpet spread on the floor of their mock set. After all…" Sherry's voice was mocking, "…we want her ass to be comfortable even if it is getting screwed off."

There was laughter all around.

She followed them into the English classroom. There were more than two dozen people in the crowd. The stage was at the front of the room. Most of the boys and girls took seats in the classroom. Leslie was left standing alone on the raised platform.

There was a mock tree and a background of a painted river and a soft carpet on the floor that resembled grass. Leslie turned to look at the grinning faces of the students.

"Well?" she asked. "What do you want me to do?"

"Let's have a little strip first," Sherry suggested. "Let's see what you have to offer the boys."

Again she searched the grinning faces for sympathy, but there was no sympathy to be found. She sighed. She stood very still as she waited. There was absolutely no sound in the still school.

"All right," Cindy said harshly, breaking the silence. "Sherry and I want to see something. Let's get on with it!"

Leslie knew that the next day this would be all over the school. The boys would smirk at her and tell ugly stories. They would start treating her the way they treated Cindy at times, taking any liberty that they chose. The word would be out that she would be fresh meat for anybody.