New School Blues

By: John Bowling
(© 2011-2015 by the author)

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Author's note: Hi, I apologize for being so late in doing a new chapter, what with being busy and not having a real concept of where to go with this, it languished.

Chapter 6 

When we were last looking and even lusting over the lives of the new kid in school and his new friends, they were discussing going to church.

Let's hear from Mike, in his bedroom with Greg:

How can this be only Sunday? We did more yesterday than I would expect to do in a week, and Greg was being his normal, unruly self, hands on, horny sex fiend.

"Do I have to cuddle jail your cute, puny body?"

"Try it. Just being a muscle freak won't save you from me stretching you out. And I'm not that puny."

"Yea, you'll love every squeeze."

"Quit you're noisy jawing, then get working those flapping lips on me."

"Why, you horny stud. Take this." And Greg did a tight squeeze and held it. "Turns you on doesn't it?"

"Yea, hot as hell! You make me horny enough to fuck you right now."

"Awe, hell! I'm horny enough to let you fuck me right now."

And, just then Doug and Dave barge in along with Tramp.

"Look at the two of them, almost joined at the crotch. If I didn't know better I would say they are congenital twins."

"Damn lot of wood pressed, and probably glued. If it were me, I would have cum already!"

"You are not exactly soft yourself!"

"Alright, you sex fiends. Get out of that bed and get dressed. We have a mission to go on!" Tramp told them.

"Awe, how's a guy going to have fun anymore?"

"Is there an orgy going on in there?" They heard Sara talking loudly through the door. She peeked in, "At least it's not a fight, even if there are some swords drawn. Where's my phone when I need a picture?"

"Yea, you just want to watch. Guys, Sara's the biggest sex fiend here."

"I'm not standing here with an extremely extended sword, but this scene is pretty hot."

"All of you sex fiends, hot or horny or not, we have some rescuing to do, so get on the move."

"Rescuing? Grandma Parker reported her cat up a tree again? That's a one person operation."

"No, something much more important, and I'll tell you what I can as we continue along."

We conceded and went a couple at a time into the bathroom and managed to calm down the swords, usually with appropriate stoking and tongue lashing, and then cleaned up the spewed results, finally spraying room deodorizer. Then it was off following where Tramp led us, to a decades old trailer park, with a couple of dozen rather decrepit house trailers. The park was old, though kept clean, and many residents were older retirees. The park provided more than just a space for trailers. Most of the trailers were now property of the park, having been left by expired residents without descendants to take over. The park provided a full time nurse, a cleaning woman, and brought meals to the residents.

"There are some very run down trailers here that have a special mark on top of the space numbers posts, which identifies them as the ones we are looking for. This park has three such hovels. The marked ones are no longer family homes, but have become way points." Those trailers looked their part of being junk, though still intact.

"What? That's confusing."

"Sure, by design. We are looking for house trailers that are way points marked with those symbols,” Tramp showed them on a piece of paper, “where they are storing young people temporarily to end up as sex slaves. We will be doing the rescuing. It was a smart perp who chose those marks, knowing they are confusing to people. Only he didn't realize that the 'Underground Railroad' has surfaced and was making ways to escape."

"Rescuing? Did someone lose a pet dog?"

“This is not the mid 1900's, and isn't slavery illegal now?”

"No, well perhaps, but a dog is not the object. I recorded some video using the cameras at the Internet company Mikes dad is running. With some added long distance lenses, I watched the perps bring them here."

"'Perps' and 'them'. You are getting more mysterious all the time."

"Some other countries allow slavery. We have to make sure they don't make their planned shipment later today. The sheriff and some deputies are going to be close by when we are ready. Just one stop first, for some tools in case we have to do some deconstruction or detaining. Then it's off to see how fast we can rescue the teens in distress and get them out of the danger zone.

"Now, take a belt with tools. We may have to use some to break in, disable perps, and get the escape done quickly. Do your best to walk into each marked trailer quietly, on my signal. Any adults are to be taken out of action and injured only if you must. Remove any phones, pagers, or guns and tie them to a chair or something. Then check the other rooms and release any young people. There will be a caravan of vans you can lead them into."

We went by a shed where Tramp had some assorted tools on belts, walking casually into the trailer park, and stationed ourselves in pairs close to, but out of sight from three trailers. We were joined by a plain clothes deputy. We donned gloves and Greg and I entered with the deputy, we found a woman in the living room watching a movie on TV and with a drink in her hand. She was not yet drunk, but close, wearing an old one piece outfit that once would have been pretty but was now stained and rather threadbare. I spied a gun that was slipped between the arm rest and seat cushion of the overstuffed, ratty and ripped chair.

"What do you perverts want? This is my home, and I don't like strangers." She looked like an older prostitute who had gained too much weight.

"Strange, are you feeling a bit tipsy?"

She downed the rest of the drink and threw the glass at Greg who ducked, then grabbed her arm and held her struggling arms, showing his strong forearm muscles. I wrapped plastic coated wire, like the twist binding on plastic bags with long strips around her wrists. She struggled so I wrapped it several times around her wrists, and then her ankles. Sure the deputy had handcuffs, but this was more fun, quicker, and if she struggled enough she would really feel it.

We then removed any contact devices she had, and the gun after assuring the safety was on, into a plastic bag, while wearing gloves, and checked the other rooms. They had padlocks on the outside of the doors, which we removed with a tire iron we used like a crowbar, and led eight boys from one room and ten girls from another. They all looked to be between ten and fifteen years old. The captured perps, still tied up, were put into a paddy wagon to be driven to jail. We got the young people into a couple of vans that were driven by plain clothes female deputies, who immediately drove off to a police station that previously was a small hotel. There they cleaned up, dressed in their choice of assorted clean clothes from Goodwill, and were given a buffet style meal while the deputies and office workers confirmed their identities and contacted relatives.

The other trailers were almost the same, one with a smaller man as the captor, and another one with a woman, younger than the last one, who tried to use her presumed sensuality, typical of an over aged hooker, to entice us. Those two trailers went down much the same way, and altogether we had thirty-seven young people and two babies on a quick trip to the hotel, which was deemed to be a safe place. All the police, office personnel, and FBI had been vetted recently to make sure none of them were part of this plot.

There were doctors and nurses who checked the kids physically and psychologically, along with kitchen personnel. They had all been confirmed good guys.

During this process several other vans dropped off young people, and the rest of the gang that was kidnapping the kids were rounded up and taken to holding cells by the FBI. Twenty-eight perps were arrested.

After the young people were cared for, we were treated to a refreshed buffet lunch along with the deputies, FBI and office people. They were making the best use of the advantages the small hotel had, while it was too small to be profitable as a hotel, it could do this, housing the young people until they were able to reunite them with their families.

The chief of the local FBI, along with the mayor and police chief, thanked us for our efforts, and said that they would not have been able to accomplish freeing that many young people whom the perps had planned to sell into sex slavery. They suggested that we keep the 'Underground Railroad' active.

"Well, that was very exciting, and much more worth doing than any church service." Sara told us, in her most provocative style. "I need to take a nap. Any of you guys want to join me?"

"No thanks, go get a girl friend. We have our male partners to play with. In fact, I'm feeling horny for Greg right now. From the looks of the teens they had rescued from their captors, there are lots of gorgeous future sex toys who no longer have to be slaves of the sex trade. Now that they are no longer sex toys, let's let them save themselves for someone they love or will love!"

“Well, all I was suggesting was just for a nap, not sex play. You guys sure have dirty minds!”

“Oh, and who has been trying to worm her way into a trio? Greg and I am now matched and mated mutual sex boi toys, even if he did screw up all of last week."

"Me? As if you were perfect!"

After that day of exciting work, we were ready for boring school tomorrow. Not! But we still had to go. Mondays: boring, gloomy, cloudy, rainy, etc. Not anything to look forward to. We made sure we enjoyed ourselves that evening.

To be continued... 

Posted: 03/13/15