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 Lucky Clover (mg11, reluc, 1st)

   By Mannheim Knot

   mannheimknot@gmail.com

   >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> A bullied sixth grade girl turns to a local gang for
help.  The help comes at a price.

   >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

   mg, reluc, anal, spanking, WS, 1st, mdom, rough

   >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

   Francesca Clover kissed her mother on the cheek.  "I love you, Mommy,"
she said to Emma.

   "I love you, Chess," Emma replied.

   Francesca Clover kissed her other mother on the cheek.  "I love you,
Mommy," she said to Caroline.

   "I love you, too Cheshire Cat," Caroline replied.  "Have a good day at
school."

   Francesca grabbed her book bag on the way out and headed down the too
many steps to the front entrance of their building.  Caroline had an hour
before her bus.  Emma set her own hours.  The eleven-year-old girl heard
Caroline yelp slightly.  Emma had already pounced.  Her mommy was hard on
her mommy when they loved one another.  Sometimes the girl would hear
Caroline pleading or begging at night.  Sometimes Emma would give her lover
little "I'm gonna get you later" looks that meant she might spank her or do
something else when they thought their daughter was already asleep.  These
things didn't bother the little girl.  Her mommies loved one another the
way they were meant to love one another.  The daughter just felt warm
inside.  Both her mommies loved her so much.  The three of them didn't have
much in their world, a cramped little apartment in a neighborhood that was
going from lower middle class to something worse, enough clothes to look
middle class, enough food to eat, even a decent little computer with
internet.  Other than that, all they had was love, but they had so much of
that, so very much.  Their apartment really was a happy home.

   Francesca didn't actually know which of them was her biological mother.
They had all discussed it a few times.  There was no need for her to know.
Her birth had been planned by both of them together.  They'd been lovers
since they were college freshmen, and one of them gave birth to her when
they had still lived in Minneapolis, before they had come here to Miami. 
Francesca's grandparents knew which was the birth mother, but they
respected their daughters' wishes never to tell unless there was a real
reason--something medical or the like.  She carried the last name Clover,
Caroline's.  But that was because they hadn't wanted her to bear Emma's
burden, the last name of Fluggelmeier.  And they never called her Fran or
Frannie.  It was always some derivation of the middle part of her name,
Chess, Chessie, Chessa, Chesca, or Caroline's "Cheshire Cat."

   Chess was probably the most common name she heard at home or with her
grandparents.  Outside her house, though, it was usually "Lucky." Lucky
Clover.  Chess didn't hate it.  Some days she felt like it was a pretty apt
description.  Most of the kids in her neighborhood were parents of divorce,
or their parents had never been married.  Lucky had two moms who were
absolutely devoted to one another, and absolutely devoted to her.  And they
both had college degrees, and they were both poised on the edge of
something bigger in their lives.  Emma was getting mentioned once every
couple months in a big national art magazine, and she'd even been getting
some bigger commissions for her sculptures.  Her moment was close at hand.
Caroline had just moved from one low-level office job to another, but she
now had a boss who didn't call her "the big tit little dyke" behind her
back.  Her new boss was gay himself.  Caroline said he was picky and
demanding, but he was fair.  Good work and her clever mind might help her
move up the ladder she never even got to set foot upon at her old job.

   Chess thought at times that she might really be Caroline's daughter.  At
eleven, she already had the beginnings of a busty little frame like that
mom.  Her rump was a little round already, too.  That was all Caroline. 
But Caroline was blonde, and Chess and Emma were redheads.  Chess was also
well-beyond her years in artistic ability.  So maybe tall, thin artistic
Emma was her mom and Chess's mystery daddy was shorter and stockier. 
Either this mom or that one, she was Lucky to have them both.

   She was less lucky to have the walk to her middle school.  Well, the
walk there wasn't bad for the sixth grader.  This early in the morning
there were no guys on the steps of the buildings, no Hanover Street
Hellions.  They slept in, generally skipping school.  After school they'd
be out, waiting for girls, looking for trouble.  Teasing Lucky about her
tits, telling her they'd be fucking her soon.  They weren't really a gang.
There were only six or seven of them, well eight in total but there were
usually one or two in juvie at any given time.  They had backing, though.
The grown-up gangsters that hung out over at Manihan's Miami Metropolitan
hired them out for odd jobs and kept the hardcore teen gangs from running
them off of their part of Hanover.  The Hellions were kings of a land that
was one block wide and five blocks long.  And it was through that stretch
that Lucky walked to school.

   Lucky had started taking Shea Street for a while.  It was out of her
way, but no boys had been hanging out there.  But then the cars started
showing up.  There were cars filled with boys from an even worse gang. 
They had started cruising slowly down the street there.  One time, they had
jumped out and grabbed pretty Lakenya Raines, the presumptive valedictorian
from the eighth grade.  The next day Lucky had seen Lakenya.  She was in a
daze, a million miles away.  In the weeks that followed, she missed school
and took on a whole different way of dressing and acting.  She seemed
stoned.  Lucky didn't want to know what happened in those cars or wherever
those cars went.  She went back to walking down Hanover.  "The devil you
know," Caroline had said sometimes before she left her old job.  Lucky felt
that way about the Hellions.  They teased her, scared her, but they never
actually hurt her.

   Maria Sanchez had stayed on Hanover.  The boys had harassed her for the
first few weeks of school.  Maria always drew attention.  Lucky was kind of
developed for a sixth grader, but Maria was the hottest girl in her class.
She looked like she was in high school.  But one day all that stopped. 
Maria then wore a silver necklace with an H that looked like it was made
out of flame.  Lucky asked Maria about it.  "I worked something out with
the Hellions," was all she said.  Lucky knew what that meant.  Maria was
one of their girls now.  She still dressed and acted like always, but she
would disappear some days after school, go to their clubhouse.  She was
paying for safe passage and getting help with the eighth grade bullies by
doing things with the Hellions, sex things.  Behind her back, girls at
school whispered about Maria, but nobody messed with her now.  Even the
eighth grade girls who had been stealing Maria's stuff and calling her
names because they were jealous of her stopped.  Maria had seemed sad for a
while, but then she seemed okay.  "I'm Mikey's girl now," she said with a
smile one day.  She fingered a new necklace, a golden H made from flame. 
"It's a lot better."

   Mikey was a boy who would have been a tenth grader if he ever bothered
with school.  He was one of the bigger guys in the Hellions.  Tony Diaz was
the leader, bigger than all but one of the other guys, but scarier by far
than any.  He had beautiful dark hair and eyes, but sort of a boyish face
on a well-muscled body.  All the girls, even Lucky's little crowd of good
girls, admitted that Tony was really cute.  But they all knew he was
dangerous.

   Caroline had wished her Cheshire Cat a good day at school, but she
didn't have one.  She rarely did now that she was in middle school.  She
was little but busty, an easy target for bully girls, and a magnet for
creepy boys.  She was constantly shoved by some of the older girls.  They
even would yank on her red hair for no other reason than that it was pretty
and caught the eye.  The older boys were no better.  She was pinched on her
bottom, sometimes cornered by guys who said they'd protect her if she was
their girlfriend, but Lucky knew they were lying.  None of these kids could
protect anyone from the others.  Maria had chosen the only route that
offered protection, but at a steep cost.

   The day wasn't any worse than normal for the first few hours, but then
right before fourth hour Brandon Miles had grabbed Lucky's boob in the
hallway.  "Titty twister!" he cackled as he painfully cranked on her
nipple. Lucky was usually quick enough to avoid him, but she'd been
compromised when the books in the locker that was too tall for her had
started to tumble out on her.  Her hands were up in the air, holding back
the avalanche, when he'd struck.  When she'd turned to knee him in the
groin, the books had tumbled everywhere.  Brandon slumped to his knees. 
"Totally worth it," he squeaked.  "Love those tits." His friends dragged
him off to class, making jokes about the little redhead's tits the whole
time, promising her they'd see her soon.

   Lucky had then begun to gather her things.  "Hey, sweetie,," she heard a
girl's voice softly call from right next to her.  She looked up to see who
was speaking.  Three big globs of spit hit her in the face.  Becky
Champlain and two other seventh grade girls were there.  "Brandon's mine!
Quit flirting with him, little whore!" Becky hissed.  The other girls
kicked Lucky's books down the hallway in two different directions and then
walked away.

   Lucky was crying as she gathered up her scattered things.  She could
usually take it, but too many things had just happened at once.  On top of
everything else, she would now be late for math class, and the only
explanation she could give would have involved tattling.  And no one
tattled at this school.  That just made everything ten times worse.  A
slender brown arm reached down from above and handed Lucky a stack of her
things.  Maria had been gathering them up, helping her friend at the cost
of being late herself.  "I have Wilson," she said softly by way of
explanation.  Wilson wouldn't write up Maria for being tardy.  The teacher
had a fourteen-year-old son.  If Wilson acted out against the Hellions or
the girls, her boy paid the price.  Still, even though she wouldn't get in
trouble, Maria was being kinder than she had to be.  She'd been bullied. 
It was over now, but she still remembered.  "We need to stop in the
bathroom, Lucky" Maria said.

   There were no words exchanged between them as the beautiful Latina took
damp paper towels and washed Lucky's face.  The spit was gone, but a couple
of strands of Lucky's red hair were now wet.  They'd had to run a towel
through them.  "Thanks for taking care of me," Lucky said at last as they
parted to go to separate classes.

   Maria opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but she
didn't say it.  "You're really sweet, Lucky," Maria said instead.  "I hope
nothing changes that." She walked away.  Lucky went to class and just
nodded when she got the detention slip and Mr.  James told her to stay
after class.  Great, he'd give her a well-meaning lecture, but that would
make her last in the lunch line, not even have time to sit down and eat.

   After class, though, something strange happened.  Mr.  James came to
where Lucky sat and waited for her lecture.  But then his huge dark hand
lowered in front of her and gently placed a sandwich and half of a
ridiculously large apple on the desk.  He pulled the detention slip she was
using for a bookmark out of her geometry text and crumpled it up.  "If you
were late, you had a reason, Lucky," he said in his bass voice.  "I had to
give you the detention slip in front of the class, because three-quarters
of the kids in here would be late or skip every day if they thought there
were freebies."

   Lucky picked up the sandwich.  "Thanks, Mr.  James," she said and took a
bite.  He nodded and ate his half of the apple.  He was giving up his lunch
break for her, and apparently most of his actual lunch.  She handed half
the sandwich back to him.  They exchanged smiles.

   "You're going to get out of here someday, Lucky.  You're going to be
something, somebody.  Maybe look back and remember some of here us as being
decent."

   "Maria helped me," she said.  "She was the only one."

   "It's scary to try and help people here.  If I hadn't had five brothers
and a 300 pound dad, I might have had to join a gang to make it through
school." He seemed to weigh over what he said next.  "Don't think ill of
Maria's choice," he said.  "Sure not pushing you in that direction," he
added quickly.  "I just hate when others act like they're better than a kid
in a spot like her.  She's one of the nicest kids here.  She's kept her
grades up, too.  I thought she might fall into what Lakenya's fallen into,
but Maria kept things together."

   "Why are people like they are, Mr.  James?"

   "I don't know.  I could pretend I did, but I'd just be lying to sound
like a wise old man.  I see you, and I see a gorgeous little girl with a
big heart and hopes and dreams.  If I was twenty years younger I'd be in
love with you.  Maybe I even am--in a totally non-creepy way--a little in
love with girls like you and Maria and a half dozen others who make my time
here worthwhile."

   "That didn't sound creepy," she said.  "But if you really loved me, you
wouldn't make me do geometry." She grinned the grin that had given her the
Cheshire Cat nickname from her mom.

   "Okay, starting next week I won't," he said.  "Geometry unit is over on
Friday.  Fraction unit starts Monday." He gave her a smile that was even
more effective than hers.

   "You ain't half sexy, Fraction Man," she said with a bit of a sigh.

   "That can be taken two ways," he said.

   "I meant it the nice way, Mr.  James.  Like British people say it."

   "That's what I was afraid of," he said.  "Lucky, I would never."

   "I know.  Neither would I.  Just...  you've been nice to me, and you
didn't have to be.  And you called me gorgeous, and I figured you ought to
know that goes both directions.  I have a crush on you.  That's all.  If
you weren't twenty years older...."

   "Then I wouldn't get to be the teacher of a very pretty little redhead
who is going to grow up and have a wonderful life." He squeezed her hand
and looked at her like men sometimes looked at women.  "Damn, girlfriend,"
he said and moved off to his desk.  Lucky thought about him, about Brandon
and his cronies, about Becky and her clutch of nasty hens, about Lakenya.
But mostly she thought about Maria.  In the end, she decided she couldn't
do what Maria had done...was still doing.  Letting boys fuck you in
exchange for protection was just going too far.  She took Mr.  James'
advice, though.  She didn't judge Maria for how far she had gone.

   Lucky decided she would just have to figure out a way to endure.  She
was bolstered by what Mr.  James had said about her.  Despite her awful
morning, she was almost happy.  "To hell with that," she decided.  "I am
happy.  Mr.  James believes in me."

   Lucky headed for her next class with her head held high.  She was about
five steps from the bottom of the main stairwell when something heavy
dropped onto her, glancing off her ear and mainly striking the side of her
neck.  She stumbled and fell sideways.  The world went black.

   "She's coming around, Em!  She's coming around!"

   "Blessed be.  Chessa!  Chessie, my darling, talk to Mommy."

   She felt that each of her hands was being held by someone.  She was
being kissed.  Her hair was being stroked.  "Come on, Cheshire Cat."

   "Mommies?"

   "Like an angel singing, Cari.  Like an angel singing."

   Chessie's eyes opened.  She was in an emergency room.  Her mommies were
there.  A nurse was there.  Maria was there.  "What hit me?" she asked.

   "A geography text," she heard Maria whisper.  She was angry.  Most
people wouldn't have known that, but Chess could tell how Maria felt even
though she didn't show it much.

   "Yes," Emma said.  "Apparently a book fell after a student left it on
the rail of the second story landing.  That didn't do the damage, though.
You fell and hit your pretty little head on the bottom step.  You're going
to miss two or three days of school.  You have a bit of a concussion."

   The nurse asked for her mother to sign some paperwork.  Both moms left.

   "Geography?" Lucky groaned to Maria.

   "Yeah.  Becky has geography fifth hour.  One of her friends grabbed the
book and took off before any teachers got there.  But Amelia saw the book.
It was geo, for sure.  And she said it hit you way too hard to have just
fallen.  It was whipped at you."

   "My head really hurts.  They could have hurt me even worse."

   "I know, Lucky."

   "Don't feel very lucky."

   "I-I can't get any help with this, Luck.  We're not allowed to settle
our friends' debts if our friend isn't....  If you want me to, I'll fight
all three of them myself."

   "Don't Maria."

   "They won't stop just because they hurt you!  Becky will think this is
funny."

   "Maria, when I come back to school...  take me to see Tony."

   "Lucky!"

   "I need help, Maria."

   "It doesn't come free, Lucky."

   "Well, I can do it now or after they hurt me again.  Either way..."

   "Yeah," Maria whispered.  "Yeah, I get it."

   With the weekend, it was five days until Lucky went back to school
again. She felt a lot better, and the lump on the side of her head was
small enough that her hair completely covered it.  Her moms had fussed over
her, but they never suspected that their precious angel had been attacked.
It was all a terrible accident.  How could you expect anything else from a
school filled with awkward adolescents?

   Maria was at Lucky's side every step of the way.  She walked her to
every class before she headed to her own.  Twice, Mr.  James just happened
to show up and walk with them.  His friend, some said lover, Miss Harper
seemed to be all over the hallways as well.  Lucky suspected that Maria had
spoken to James and that he had put out the word for teachers to watch over
the girl.  Even her music teacher seemed to be in on it.  Mrs.  Farber
always seemed to like jazz standards, but she gave Lucky a knowing wink
when she decided to have the choir try "Someone to Watch Over Me." All of
it was heartwarming, but the girl was too smart to think it was anything
but a temporary solution.  Then, she kind of shuddered as she thought about
the Hellions.  They would be someone to watch over her, alright.  But like
Maria said, it wasn't free.

   Maria held her friend's hand right up until they reached the door of the
clubhouse in the old warehouse off of Hanover.  One of the real gangsters
owned this building.  The Hellions just got to use it.  When they got to
the door, Maria let go of her hand.  "I can't help in there," she said.  "I
don't make rules around here."

   "I understand, Maria.  You're my best friend, though.  Thanks."

   Maria's eyes misted over a bit.  She just nodded and then knocked.  The
boy at the door waved Maria in, but he took Lucky by the elbow and led her
over to where Tony sat with a high school girl on his lap.  The girl stood
up and squared off with the little redhead.  "Maria brought her, Kendra,"
Tony said, and the older girl moved off.  "What can I do for you, Francesca
Clover?"

   "I-I want to be...  I need friends like you, Tony." She was thrown off
by the use of her full name.  She had no idea that Tony even knew she was
Chessie much less Francesca.  Well, he'd probably had four days since Maria
had first spoken to him about her.  His stare made her want to run, but at
the same time, she kind of didn't want to move away from him.  He was
really good-looking, and kind of cool.  Right here, five feet away.  This
was about right.

   "You're little," he said.  "That's no big deal as long as you know what
you're asking for.  Do you know how this works, Francesca?"

   "I-I kind of become like a girlfriend to you guys."

   "What's that mean?"

   "We have sex."

   He nodded.  He thought for a moment.  "Everybody," he said to a boy who
seemed to be stationed about fifteen feet from him.  The boy circulated the
room and quietly gathered people.  Six more boys, and five girls, most of
them high school age, gathered around in a circle.  "Lucky here wants to be
our friend, guys."

   "She foine!" one of the boys called, and the others agreed.  Lucky
turned bright red and trembled.

   "Seems like a wimpy little thing," the girl who'd been in Tony's lap
scoffed.

   "We all were when were in sixth grade, Kendra," the oldest girl said.

   Tony took what had been said as a yes from the group.  He turned to the
oldest girl.  "Tell her, please, Chanique.  It's your show with that sort
of thing."

   The pretty but fierce-looking black girl crossed to Lucky.  Her H
necklace was gold like Maria's, but it had a red stone set in the center.
"We have different levels of girls here.  The first level is an Annie Body.
Anybody can fuck them.  For the first two months, they come in twice a week
after school and any of the guys can fuck them, or they can all do it
together.  It's hard being an Annie, but it's over in a little while.  Then
you're completely free while still being protected by the Hellions.  You
only fuck who you want then.

   "You might become a Hellbitch," Chanique continued.  "A Bitch belongs to
just one guy, but she really belongs to him.  It doesn't ever end unless he
says it does.  Bitches don't get to break up with their Hellion.  And she's
gonna fuck him every day, in pretty much every way imaginable.  Some of the
guys are way rougher on their Bitch then we let them be with the Annies. 
You can't hit or choke or spank an Annie.  A Bitch gets whatever her boy
figures he wants to give her.  But, it's only one guy."

   Lucky tried not to cry.  Both things were so damned scary.  "I
understand," she said softly.

   "The last level is a Hellcat.  Me, April and Dinah are Hellcats.  Maria
and Kendra aren't.  There's three Annies still going through initiation,
but they aren't here today.  If you were a Bitch, and your first boy
decided he wanted a new Bitch, then you either restart as new Annie, become
another guy's Bitch, or you become a Hellcat.  That involves things we're
not going to tell a newb about.  Whatever level you start at, you have to
pay with blood to start.  Each new level costs new blood." Chanique looked
at Lucky.  "Pure little thing like you has blood to give anyway, I bet."

   "I don't understand," Lucky said.  This sounded too dangerous to go into
confused.  Better to look a little dumb than make a mistake.

   "She means your cherry, Lucky," Maria said.  "You'll be giving blood
when they pop your cherry.  It was my first blood."

   Chanique looked at Maria.  "She came in as an Annie.  Her first blood
was her cherry.  She became Mikey's Bitch after only two weeks.  I guess
her pussy was so good Mikey just had to keep it for himself.  He had to
draw blood from her a different way, then, to make her a Bitch."

   "Thanks, Chanique," Tony said.  He was polite with her, respectful.  In
a way he was kind of polite with everyone.  Still, Chess thought that
Hellcats must hold a pretty important position.  "Well, Lucky Clover, are
you ready to be an Annie?  The boys might like a turn at you."

   "I'll hit that shit anytime," one of the boys said, to unanimous
approval.

   "How does the Bitch thing work?" she asked, stalling for time as much as
anything.

   "A boy has to speak for you.  But if they take a Bitch, they have to go
for a year without Annies to pay the boys for taking a sweet pussy out of
the mix.  That's a rule I enforce.  The Hellcats handle it if a girl breaks
a rule.  Don't break a rule.  Anyway, we got three new Annies running
around right now.  Most of the guys like the variety.  Plus, we got a
couple nine-year-olds stopping by and sucking dicks.  The boys really like
those little honeys and don't want to give them up for a Bitch.  We're not
all sappy romantics like Mikey here, so in love with Maria's cute little
ass that he'd give up the other five."

   "My ass is worth it," Maria said.  "And I'd do anything for my big, dumb
boy." Lucky had rarely seen Maria so confident, so outspoken.

   "You have to stick to it if you pick Bitch, Lucky Clover.  You can't
declare it and then take it back because you didn't get the boy you wanted.
No Hellion is gonna get treated like that in his own house." Tony was stern
as he said that.  In a way the tone was more protective of his guys than
threatening to Lucky, though.

   Some of the guys here terrified, Lucky.  She'd seen them beat people up.
There was even a rumor that they'd gotten carried away with a couple
gangbangers who had disrespected their tiny piece of turf.  The invaders,
it was said, were found dead across town, beaten to death.  If she was an
Annie, club rules protected her from them getting violent with her.  But
then she'd have to be a slut, taking every cock shoved at her for two
months.  And she got the impression that the other girls treated Annie's
like dirt, too.

   Maria had seemed sad at first, then happy.  She had been a sad Annie and
a happy Bitch.  Being a Bitch would expose Lucky to harsher treatment, and
could last longer, but it was just one guy, and the other girls would be
nicer to her.  She chanced one last look around at the guys.  One of them
was about to own her.  "Bitch," she said.  "I'll be a Bitch if anyone wants
me." No boy stepped forward.  She was an Annie, then.

   "Dumb move, little girl," Chanique said.  "Maria proved she was a great
fuck first, then asked for Bitch.  If you had done that, I think you'd turn
out to be such a little honey that someone would have snatched you up.  But
these guys have it too good to get saddled with a girl who might be a dead
lay, even a pretty little one like you.  Rule is that if no one takes you,
you have to do your full two months as an Annie.  No one can step in until
then."

   "Fortunately for you," Tony said.  "I get plenty of pussy from girls
that aren't part of this club at all.  So, I can afford to take the chance.
Lucky's my Bitch, guys."

   Oh god.  The scariest one.  Tony frightened every one of these tough
guys, what would he do to an eleven-year-old fuckslave?  "Yes, Tony," Lucky
squeaked.  "I'm your Bitch."

   "I fucking knew it!" Kendra hissed.  "Little redhead whore!"

   Chanique backhanded the girl and knocked her on her ass.  "Annies don't
ever talk to a Bitch like that!" she said and put a foot on Kendra's
throat. "Tony took Lucky as his Bitch.  Your time there is over now.  Are
you a good little Annie, or are you going home?  You did your duty.  We'll
protect you, but you won't be able to let you hang out here anymore."

   "You're my only friends," she criedd in alarm.  "Annie," she whispered.

   Chanique helped her up.  She quietly held out her hand and Kendra gave
her the gold necklace she was wearing.  She took a silver one from April.
"Sorry, Kendra," April said.

   Kendra turned to the Hellion's leader.  "A whole year as your Bitch,
Tony!  Wasn't I good to you?"

   "I still like you, Kendra.  But you knew there'd come a day.  There
always does.  Go for Hellcat instead and be somebody." Chanique shook her
head and glared at Tony.  She thought it was a bad idea.

   "I'm afraid," Kendra whispered.  "You don't know what they might ask."
Chanique nodded.  Lucky saw Tony give the lead Hellcat eyes that apologized
for overstepping his bounds.

   He nodded.  His tone was soft with as he spoke to his former Bitch. 
"You'll be a good Annie, Kendra," Tony said as if he was trying to talk her
into auditioning for a play or something.  "You like fucking, and the guys
won't treat you rough.  Most everyone here likes you.  As a matter of fact,
I think we all do." Everyone chimed in in agreement.  She had seemed
disagreeable to Lucky, but now the younger girl realized that she had come
in and presented a threat to Kendra's position.  Kendra had recognized it.
Her response was logical.

   "I'm sorry I called you names, Lucky," the new Annie said.

   "It's okay, Kendra.  I hope we can be friends."

   "Kendra, I'm horny," one of the boys said.  She smiled weakly, or
perhaps bravely, at Lucky and turned to go where summoned.

   "Take off your clothes, Bitch," Tony said, addressing Lucky.  "Let the
boys see what they fucked up and missed out on."

   Lucky hadn't counted on this.  Everyone stared at her.  Even the boy who
had just called Kendra to him stopped in his tracks, turned around and then
opened his fly as he gently pushed Kendra to her knees.  She began to suck
on his cock as Lucky began to weep in humiliation as she took off her
clothes.  "He won't pass you around to the rest of the guys," Mikey told
her.  "If he wanted to share he wouldn't have claimed you.  He's just
showing you off now."

   "Shut up, Mikey," Tony said.

   Mikey fell silent.  He looked to Kendra sucking the boy off and grabbed
Maria.  He stuck his hand under her skirt and began pushing his thumb up
into her pussy from behind.  Mikey must have figured that his order to shut
up only had to do with talking to Lucky.  He started talking to Maria. 
"Look at your little friend, Bitch," he said.  "Fuck my thumb and look at
her." Maria moaned and stared at her friend as Lucky worked her way out of,
well everything.  Maria kept rocking her hips on Mikey's big thumb. 
"Already wet," he chuckled.

   "I love you, asshole," Maria grunted.  "I love you bad."

   Lucky was naked then.  Gone were the skirt and the little sweater, the
big girl bra she wore nowadays, the little green panties.  She stood in
front of a dozen people, stark naked.  She knew Tony would tell her to drop
her arms, so she did.  She even turned around, quietly weeping as she let
everyone see her whole body.

   "Firecrotch coming in a little bit there," one of the boys cracked. 
"S-weet ginger pussy!"

   "Woman, I have needs," Mikey said and suddenly swept Maria off of the
ground and carried her to one of the makeshift rooms they'd made out of old
boxes.  Chess would learn that they all had mattresses in them, and that
the Annies had to wash the used sheets in a big tub before going home each
night.  Otherwise, the whole place reeked of stale sweat and sex.

   Tony crossed to his Bitch and scooped her tits with his big hands. 
"These are nice," he said.  "Real nice, Bitch.  Not huge, but big on your
little body.  Bigger than a couple high school Annies we've had.  You have
my attention.  Come on." Tony led her to what had been the warehouse office
and was now his personal playroom.  It had a full bed with a headboard and
everything.  "Chanique?" he called back over his shoulder.  "Blood
witness?"

   Chanique laughed.  "I don't think anyone's going to have any doubt on
this one.  She's cherry.  You don't need me." She looked at the trembling
girl.  "Do what he says, Lucky.  He's nasty, but he's good at it.  Some of
the others are just mean, but he has style."

   "I miss you sometimes, 'Nique," he said.

   "You did a good job with all this," she said, indicating her gorgeous
body.  "But I needed to own my pussy.  Maybe you can be my Bitch, Tony."

   "Tempting, but you scare me," he said with a little laugh.  It occurred
to Lucky that it was very possible that handsome Tony and beautiful
Chanique were in love but didn't know quite how to behave like people in
love should.  Either that, or both of them were like Emma, and neither of
them was like Caroline.  That would have looked kind of like this.

   Lucky entered the room and turned back to face Tony.  Her eyes took in
his handsome face for only a second before she cast her gaze down onto the
floor in shame and fear.  She saw his jeans hit the linoleum tile then, his
underwear twisted up inside of them.  His t-shirt dropped on top of them.
He kicked out of his shoes.  He was as naked as she was now.  "Get on your
knees and suck my cock like you were never born to do anything else," he
ordered.

   Lucky could taste her own tears as she opened her mouth to take in the
big thing that was pressed into her face now.  The cock looked so much
bigger than she'd imagined, looking at it like this.  She'd seen pictures
and even seen one or two flashed, but she'd never really had one right in
front of her.  And Tony was a big kid.  His cock wasn't overly long, but it
was so thick.  Ridiculously thick from Lucky's point of view.  There was a
slightly musky odor around his crotch, and then the taste of skin as he
pushed the wide head of it between her lips.  There was no foul taste, and
the scent of it wasn't really that strong.  Most relieving of all, it
didn't hurt.  Common sense told Lucky that just sucking on one wouldn't
hurt.  Still, her imagination had made her wonder.  She just hoovered it
for a little bit.  She didn't know what else to do.

   "Will you teach me?" she asked, knowing there had to be more to it.  "I
never did anything before."

   "Okay, little one, that's sensible enough.  I'll do that for you." He
put his hand in her hair.  His grip was firm, but not painful.  "Move your
head up and down the shaft like this.  Use your tongue.  Try to do just the
head sometimes, other times go deep.  Use a hand on my balls some of the
time, but not all the time.  Think of it this way.  You love this
fuckstick. You want to taste it, lick it, kiss it, suck it...  any way you
can experience it with your mouth, you should try.  If the fuckstick is
happy, you're earning your way.  You're being a good little Bitch then."

   She did as she was told.  He was bossy, and he really did act like he
owned her, but he wasn't mean like some boys would have been.  He'd use
dirty words to remind her of her part in their arrangement.  That stung. 
She was raised by women.  She knew that girls were supposed to demand
respect.  But following the rules of etiquette and civilized society had
bought her nothing in the middle school world.  There would have to be this
one part of her life where she was a slave, but unlike real slaves, she
would go home later.  She would go to school and be safe.  This really was
just an arrangement.  "I didn't think it would be so big," she whispered as
he let her up for air.

   "Normally, I don't like Bitches talking during a blowjob," Tony said
with a chuckle.  "But that sort of thing, I think you can say whenever you
want." He groaned a little.  "God, I can smell your cherry cunt." That
smell seemed to do something to him.  He got more aggressive.  He pushed
her head down further and held it there longer each time.  Then he began to
move her head around faster and faster as he pumped his big cock into her
mouth and sometimes pushed the tip into her throat just a bit.  It was
scary now.  She really was a little playtoy to him.  She was in his
clubhouse.  Nothing she could do or say would stop him from taking
everything from her body.  Everything she'd learned in the first
ten-and-a-half years of her life made her want to go home.  The six months
of it she'd spent in middle school and the image of Becky and Brandon and
the others made her realize that what she'd learned before was wrong.  This
was what she had to do.

   "I love this fuckstick," she panted when he let her breathe.  They both
could tell she was just trying to trick her brain so that she didn't panic.

   "You're scared out of your little mind," he said with a laugh.  "Just
wait until we get to fucking or I start having fun with those tits of
yours."

   "Don't let me run away," she said and gave a little sob.  "I HAVE to be
here.  I need you."

   "I know," he said.  "Glad to be of service.  Shut up and suck it on your
own.  But if you can't make me cum in the next sixty seconds, I'm going to
slap the shit out of your tits."

   She attacked his cock then.  It had hurt when Brandon had given her the
titty twister.  She'd had boys do that to her before, but as the boys got
bigger, their grip didn't just cause a sting, but real pain.  She figured
slapping with big boy hands would be just as bad, maybe worse.  She jacked
Tony's cock off with her hand and rolled her tongue around and around on
the head.  She sucked it, licked it.  She jammed it down her throat on her
own.  He was straining, then.  He was groaning, trying to hold back from
cumming.  But he didn't interrupt her.  That would clash with his weird
sense of honor somehow.  But he was also laughing at her, and that was
slowing things down.  But then, finally, finally, she felt the fuckstick
start to twitch, and then it blasted warm, sticky goo into her mouth.  She
swallowed all of it that she could.  It didn't bother her to do that.  It
was just a thing, and it didn't hurt.  Maybe it should have been
humiliating, but the way he'd set things up, it was sort of a victory to
have it running down her throat.  She'd gotten him to cum pretty fast.  Was
it fast enough?  She looked up hopefully.  He shook his head.  "I counted
seventy-eight seconds," he said.

   She realized, as his hand drew back, that he was always going to want to
smack her tits anyway.  He'd just created an excuse.  That was easy for
him. He held all the cards.  His right hand struck her left breast with a
loud thwack.  It burned.  It ached.  But the pain wasn't torture.  There
was even kind of a thrill to it after a few seconds.  He brought the other
hand down on her right tit.  The same sensations followed.  He looked down
at her, then knelt and took each tit in a hand.  He inspected them.  He
twisted her nipples and held them.  He had to be doing it at least as hard
as Brandon had done, and it hurt as much, but the pain was different.  She
whimpered and cried a little.  But she knew there was some sexual charge in
the way she breathed now.  If she'd had a choice, she wouldn't have had
this done to her.  But she had no choice.  And without a choice, she
guessed he was the one she'd most likely choose to do this.  There was some
kind of admiration for her in the way he looked at her body and face as he
abused her.  "I'm your little Bitch," she groaned in surrender.

   "And a good one so far," he said.  "No more on your tits.  They're
pretty, and I don't want them all black and blue right now."

   Lucky had a weird thought.  "He likes me.  He does things that hurt,
says bad things, but he likes me." She didn't get much time to think about
that.  He was rising up again, taking her by the back of the neck.  He was
taking her to the bed.  She hadn't even realized her knees hurt from
kneeling on the cold linoleum, but now she felt the slight pain like an
aftertaste.  Then she was falling.  He was throwing her onto the bed
face-first.  Without a word, he brought his big hand down on her buttocks.
He did it again, three times, four, five.  "Did I do something wrong?" she
squeaked.

   "No, I just like your round little ass," he said with a chuckle.  Lucky
ignored the stinging.  Things would hurt.  She knew that now.  But none of
them hurt so bad that she couldn't stand it.  He was some kind of master of
control.  He really could have hurt her badly.  He was way more dangerous
than any of the bullies at school.  But he was hers in some ways.  Tony
belonged to her, just a little maybe, but enough.  All she had to do was
please him, and then her life would be free from the bullies.  Hell, she
would even be free from the threat of the Hellions.

   "I'm glad you like it," she said meekly.

   "Trying so hard to be brave," he said as he massaged her sore rump. 
"It's the cutest thing." He pushed his middle finger to her asshole, teased
it and watched her squirm but not try to get away.  Then, he pushed the
long finger into her ass.  It burned, and her muscles fought against it. 
"I can barely get it in there!" he said.  "Gonna have some fun with this
next time.  But I gotta have that pussy now." His big hand rolled her over
by grabbing one leg and giving a lift.  She was nothing next to him,
physically.  She thought he could probably grab her by the ankle and swing
her like a tennis racket.

   "I'm your Bitch," she squeaked.  Again he chuckled.  "You can fuck me if
you want to."

   "Oh, I want to, baby girl." He rubbed his big hand over her mound.  "How
long you had hair?" he asked her.

   "About six months.  It came as a set with the tits," she said, using a
joke she'd shared with Emma.

   "The hair's pretty," he said.  He kept massaging her pussy.  "Only a
little wet," he observed.  "Let me help with that." He put his lips on her
pussy then.  Lucky hadn't been driven to much passion just by him touching
her.  She was scared, and it was hard to get turned on.  She'd been a
little wet just from having a good-looking guy make her do sexual things,
but it had only gone so far.  And now, after he'd stuck a finger in her
ass, she had been on the verge of freezing up, not being able to get more
excited.  But when he started kissing her pussy lips and running his tongue
around on them and circling her clit with his thumb...  that changed
things. She'd never had that kind of attention before.  Well, she'd never
had any of the things they'd done before.  This was different though.  It
was so intense, and it was sheer pleasure.  Gentle, if hungry, lashes with
his tongue sent sparks through her.

   "I like it," she whispered.

   He looked up at her grinned.  "You're not lying about it to make
yourself brave this time," he said.  "Lucky, you might just turn into a
horny little Bitch.  Wouldn't that make your life easier?"

   She should have hated him for being so smug about it.  But she didn't.
She had lots of reasons to hate Tony, but he was right about something. 
Wanting him made it all easier.  She still wished she could go home without
him fucking her, but she didn't really want to go home just to get away
from Tony.  She believed he would keep his promises to her.  She believed
he would protect her.  More than that, she believed he COULD do it in a way
no one else would have been able to.  And maybe even greater than that, she
believed that he wanted to do it.  If she played by the rules of the
Hellions, then he had the excuse to take care of her.  Once again, it
occurred to her that he liked her.  So, even though he was making it all
happen so much faster than she wanted it to, she decided she liked him.

   She tried to sort it all out, to question whether she was thinking
clearly, but she heard a sound and realized it was her own voice, moaning
as he had moved his lips to her clit.  She was feeling like she was being
swept away in a current, now.  Her body felt like she had some kind of
fever, and only more of his attention could cure it.  "I'm your Bitch," she
cooed.  "Fuck me."

   "Good little Bitch," he said.  He latched onto her clit with his lips
then, but his tongue moved rapidly within the little vacuum he'd created.
One hand moved to her tits and massaged them.

   "I'm gonna...  Oh my god, Tony!" The sparks came so rapidly then that
they were like a wave coursing through her body, firing every nerve as it
passed.  She came for the first time with a boy.  It wasn't like she
thought it might be.  It wasn't like in the videos.  She didn't grab things
and punch the bed and scream.  She just quivered and felt like her body
wasn't hers to control for several seconds.  And the pleasure she'd felt
before and during the wave was nothing compared to the pleasure that
followed.  She received some kind of chemical shower from inside.  And it
was a damned good chemical.  Her body basked in it, felt like it was
complete in a way it hadn't been before.  She knew it was a childish word,
but in the moments after she felt "yummy."

   "That should help," he said in that confident tone.  "You said something
about fucking you?"

   "I...  I...  did.  But we don't have to." That fear was back.  Her body
felt great, but she was finding that when his tongue wasn't working her
pussy her mind was more clear, and her mind counseled her to be afraid.

   Tony grinned.  He didn't say anything at first.  He just pinned her arms
above her head with one hand.  He actually kissed her for the first time,
her first kiss ever.  Then, he used his free hand to line his cock up with
her pussy.  Lucky started to protest, to try and think a way out of it. 
She squirmed.  "Stay still, dammit," he hissed.  "You're getting it anyway.
Don't get stupid and make me hurt you." The last wasn't a threat.  He'd
meant that he wanted to get a good angle for a clean thrust.  But he had
said something else, then.  He'd admitted he'd take her by force.  How
could she have started to like him?  He was so damned confusing.  She
started to squirm more fiercely.  "Fine then," he snapped.  He somewhat
roughly jammed the head of the cock into her while still holding her arms
in one hand.

   "OW!  OWIE!" she cried, as much from fear as actual pain.  It did hurt,
but it was the sense of having her body penetrated that caused her the real
distress.  Part of her actually craved it, but her brain was labeling it as
unnatural, an invasion.  The head pushed on her cherry.  Her leg muscles
tightened.  Her stomach muscles clenched.  He pushed again, and this time
it went right through her seal.  She opened her mouth to scream, but merely
squeaked.  There had been a sharp sting, and her pussy had been stretched,
but the pain she had feared, burning, searing, mind-shattering pain...  it
just wasn't there.  She was tender.  She'd likely be sore.  But it was in,
and she was whole.  He held still and let her body adjust.  The pain
receded.  She found her voice again.  "You better take good care of me,"
she whispered.  She didn't hate him anymore.  Maybe he wasn't confusing. 
Maybe her own heart was.

   "I will, Lucky.  I'll take real good care of you.  I will.  I want to."
He meant it.  She could tell.  But it always seemed like he never wanted to
be too nice to her, to just act like a boyfriend or something.  He pulled
out of her and moved up so that he was straddling her chest.  His cock was
there again, thick and wide and hovering right in front of her face.  It
was stained red.  "Blood to get in," he informed her, "You're a Hellbitch
now, Lucky.  When I go back into that sweet little cunt of yours, I'm going
to fuck it hard, harder than you probably figured a guy could."

   "I'm your Bitch," Lucky said and sniffed back a few tears.

   "And you're going to be a good one.  If you ever try to be anything
else, I'll fix it.  Understand?"

   "Yes, Tony."

   "Spread your fucking legs and tell me you're a horny little fucktoy."

   Lucky pulled back on her knees as he slid back below her waist.  "I'm a
horny little fucktoy."

   "I live for Tony's cock."

   "I live for Tony's cock."

   "Hurt me, Tony."

   Her voice almost left her.  When she could speak, it was a pitiful
whisper.  "Hurt me, Tony."

   He grabbed her tits again and twisted them.  They were still tender from
before.  She yelped, but then he drove his cock back into her pussy.  He
didn't stop until it was all the way inside of her.  It was so fat and
thick that Chess thought that it would tear her apart.  He was way deeper
than he'd been before.  Buried to his full length, it hit on her cervix a
little, and that created a pressure she didn't like.  But the outward
pressure that stretched her too, too far brought some pleasure with it. 
And, the pull on her tits made her want to get away from his fingers, but
she also knew that after a few seconds relief she would have been willing
to have him do it again.  Not that willingness on her part was an important
factor in things.  "So fucking tight!" he roared.  "My fuckhole!  Mine!"

   Then he started fucking her, really fucking her.  His hands left her
tits and found their way to her round little bottom.  He squeezed it so
hard that it almost hurt, but not quite.  Lucky didn't even feel confused
about that.  She liked his big strong hands on her ass, and she liked that
it almost hurt.  His strength, his roughness, they would plunder her body.
But they would also protect her.  And with his change in grip came a new
action from him.  He lifted her, changed her angle, and plowed into her
over and over.  His cock filled her.  There were some twinges of pain, but
most of the time it was like the hands on her ass.  It almost hurt.  Or
maybe it hurt a little, but in a way that she sort of liked.  Again and
again he stuffed her pussy.  Again and again she was sure it was being
stretched past where it was supposed to go.  But again and again she found
that she liked when it went almost too far.  Again and again, the relief of
his pulling back was followed by a craving to feel him hammer his way back
into her.  She was crying, bawling her eyes out.  She felt an urge to run
away, escape.  But her hands were grabbing his ass, pulling him into her,
and the weight of his body, the very thing that prevented her escaping,
brought her comfort, pleasure even.  "Trap me," she whispered.  "Pin me. 
Please Tony.  Don't let me move."

   "My fucking little whore," he said with a triumphant grin.  He grabbed
her behind her knees and brought them up over her head.  She was stacked
up, and his whole weight was pressing down onto her.  Lucky was completely
unable to move anything but her arms.  Those could barely reach him, and
even though some instinct wanted to fight her way out of this, she found
that she could exert no real pressure on him.  "Helpless little cunt," he
said in a throaty voice.  He fucked her like that for a while, and Lucky
hated it because she loved it.  Ten-and-a-half years had taught her to ask
for courtesy and respect.  Six months of middle school had taught her to
yield some of that for protection.  Half an hour with Tony had taught her
to abandon all of it and submit to the will of the boy who made her feel so
helpless at the same time he filled her pussy with pleasure.

   And it was pleasure she was feeling.  She realized now that she had a
side to her that drew pleasure from things that caused just the right
amount of pain, and that this boy could give her that.  He knew the balance
point, somehow.  He could do this to her anytime he wanted.  She would tell
herself she hated it sometimes, but then come back to him every chance she
got.  She would feel shame that she was letting a boy own her, but she
would also feel a thrilling ecstasy that she could otherwise never know. 
She could never let another boy treat her like this.  It could only be him.
She wasn't just some horny little bitch.  She was his his Bitch, and that
was different.

   Suddenly, Tony pulled out of her.  He dropped down sideways on the bed.
As she was trying to figure out what was happening, his arm wrapped around
her neck.  He had her tight, but she could breathe.  "Get your cunt on my
cock," he instructed.  "Now." He flexed his bicep.  She couldn't breathe!
She scrambled to spoon into him, to reach down and grab his cock and line
it up with her pussy.  It was difficult.  She was panicking.  When she felt
the head of it slip into her, she felt like she had just won a life and
death struggle.  She'd never felt so alive.  He pushed deep into her and
relaxed his arm.  She drew in a deep breath.  He kept his cock in her and
rolled her to her belly.  He fucked her hard, and he kept flexing that
bicep and cutting off her air.  Every time he released, she would take a
deep breath, and her lightheaded body felt an incredible thrill.  Being
alive was a victory.  Being alive and having that thick cock in her was a
rush she had never imagined possible.

   "Gonna....  Oh fuck, Tony!  Oh fuck!" she croaked in a scratchy voice.
Then she had an incredibly intense orgasm.  She wasn't sure whether or not
she passed out.  The next thing she could remember, he was hauling her hips
up and fucking her from behind.  His cock slammed deep into her pussy, and
she could feel her own juices running down her legs.  "I'm a slut," she
moaned.  "I'm a horny slut, slut." She knew she was babbling, but she
didn't care.  It felt like she was high or something, not that she really
knew what that felt like.  "I cum for you.  I cum for you.  Fuck me.  Hurt
me.  Just be here, Tony.  Just be here with me." More babbling.  She
couldn't shut up.  "Fucking whore.  Born for just this.  Hellbitch.  Titty
twister.  Safe.  Safe.  Fucking means safe little girl.  You can hit me. 
You can hit me." Where were these things coming from?  She was delirious.
She'd asked him to hit her.

   "Don't fucking ask that again!" he hissed.  "Don't send me there!"

   "Hit me, Tony." Thank god he didn't use a fist.  A big open hand to the
back of her head sent her mind reeling.  If he would have punched her she
would have gone back to the hospital again.  It had seemed like such a
chance for a wild thrill.  Getting her tits slapped and twisted, and
getting herself choked had brought such thrills that in her wild reverie
she had thought getting hit might bring her something even better.  "I'm
sorry," she sobbed.  "I was wrong."

   "Dumb fucking Bitch!" he snapped.  "I like hitting people.  Don't tell
me to hit you anymore!  I'll do it."

   "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry," she sobbed.  "I got carried away."

   He locked his hands onto her hips again.  His fingers dug into her hips
in that almost painful way he had.  He was ragged in his strokes now,
searching for something.  She knew what it was.  He was getting ready to
cum in her.  She was going to take it right in her pussy.  She needed that
now.  She was exhausted.  The blow to her head had snapped her from her
weird sex-addled state.  It still felt good to have him in her pussy, but
her legs, her arms, her neck, her lungs, they were all spent.

   "Take it bitch!" he roared after three very deep strokes.  "Fucking take
it."

   "I want it!" she cried as she felt something warm inside of her.  He
seemed to tremble and shake as he eased his cock in and out a few more
times, working the last of it out of him.  "Thank you, Tony.  For all of
it," she whispered and collapsed onto the bed the second he let go of her
hips.

   He flopped onto his back, right on top of her, nearly smothering her
into the mattress.  "You're a natural sub," he said as he regained his
breath.  "Almost a pain slut, but not quite."

   "Wazzasub?" she mumbled into the mattress.

   "Someone who likes it when others take control of them, likes it even
when they treat 'em bad." He playfully bounced on her a few times and
laughed.  He rolled off of her and onto his own belly alongside her.  He
ran his hand over her ass.

   "I don't like it when people treat me bad," she said.

   "You like it when I do."

   "You're different," she said.  "I'm your Bitch."

   "I'm no sub," he said with a shrug, "but I think a lot of them will only
feel that way about certain people.  Think about it.  Anyone else you'd be
like this for?"

   "No, but I think my one mom is like that for my other mom.  I know she
is."

   "Wish I had two moms," he said.  "My dad was an asshole.  Another mom
would have been a good trade."

   "I don't love you," she said.

   "I know.  But you like me."

   "Yeah, but you're kind of an asshole."

   "I know.  Speaking of my asshole tendencies...  you're not done here."

   "I'll try, Tony.  But my legs are still shaking.  I'll do my best for
you."

   "You can do this.  Get your lazy ass out of bed." She had a hard time
not tipping over when she first stood.  She felt lightheaded.  She managed
with effort.  "Bring me that metal wastebasket.  Set it on the floor next
to the bed." Lucky did as she was told.  He leaned over the bed and looked
at it.  For a second she thought he was going to throw up into it.  "Squat
over it," he said.  Lucky then knew what was coming.  He reached over and
gently teased her nipples.  "Now," he whispered.  He looked down as she let
out a stream of piss.  It had some of his cum in it, and just a little of
her blood.  Most of that was long gone, though.  The pee made a loud sound
in the empty metal can.  "Don't know why," he said, "but I just love that."
He leaned over and kissed her gently.  He looked at her.  There was
fondness in his eyes.  Then he got a mischievous twinkle in them.  "Done
with you, Bitch," he said and waved her away with the back of his hand. 
"Go away."

   Lucky gave him a sad little smile and then walked out of the room. 
"I'll come back every day," she said softly.

   "Good little Bitch," he said with a fake yawn and pretended to go to
sleep.

   Chanique met Lucky in the main gathering area.  She handed the girl her
clothes.  "Take this," she said and handed her a pill.  "Not drugs," the
older girl said with a laugh in response to Lucky's worried look.  "Drugs
make you weak.  This makes sure you don't become a preteen mommy."

   Lucky took it and swallowed it.  "Thanks, Chanique."

   "You good at reading?"

   "Yeah.  Real good."

   Chanique handed her a disk of birth control pills.  "Read every
direction and follow 'em exactly."

   "I will."

   Chanique waited until Lucky got dressed.  She whistled, and all the
girls and boys except Tony came to the gathering place.  Some were naked.
Maria had big globs of cum in her hair.  "Lucky gave blood and got taken as
a Hellbitch today.  Little sister to Hellions and Hellcats, sister to other
Hellbitches, big sister to Annies." Chanique put a golden H necklace around
the new Bitch's neck.  "Welcome to Hell, Lucky," Chanique said.

   "Welcome to Hell!" they all chorused.  Chanique and the other girls
hugged her.  The boys all gave her a kiss on the cheek.  Maria held her
close for a long time.  "You okay?" she whispered as the crowd broke up.

   "I'm tired and sore," Lucky confessed.  "But I feel safe now.  Yeah,
Maria.  I'm okay."

   The next morning, Lucky walked into school.  She could tell people were
already talking about her.  Many of them looked from her over to the far
corner of the commons.  Becky Champlain sat there.  She had a black eye and
a split lip.  Her right arm was in a sling.  She met Lucky''s gaze for an
instant and then looked down at the floor.  "Hellcats," Maria whispered. 
"Found her last night.  They told her she had to come to school today so
that everyone could see."

   Mr.  James came down to the commons.  It was obvious he was looking for
someone.  He crossed right to the two Hellbitches.  "You okay, Lucky?" he
asked in a hushed tone.

   "I'm fine, Mr.  James," she said.

   He looked at her for a long moment.  "I understand," he said.  "I grew
up here, too.  Try not to change too much, okay?"

   "Don't worry," she said softly.  "I'm still a little girl with a crush
on her handsome teacher.  And I'm gonna get straight A's this quarter."

   "Probably not in my class," he said.  "You only have an 87 per cent.  A
girl would have to be Lucky to get a grade on her quarter final high enough
to pull that off."

   "I am Lucky," she said.

   "And I pray you always will be, honey.  Fourth hour then." He turned to
Maria.  "You have a 96 per cent.  Help her out."

   "She always does, Mr.  James."

   Maria offered Lucky her hand.  The two of them walked into the mass of
middle school kids waiting for the bell for homeroom.  The crowd parted as
they passed.
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