Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion
Part: 26 - 30
Summary: Does Rachel have what it takes to be a champion?
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 26
   "So, what's Rachel up to today?"
   "I don't know.  I haven't seen her since yesterday.  Am I her personal
secretary?" Eric had long tired of Tommy's infatuation with Rachel.  Not
that he could blame him.  She was among the most attractive girls in the
school.  And Eric knew for a fact that Rachel had a thing for Tommy.
   He had been opposed to that sort of relationship from the start.  He
even actively tried to keep them apart.  But when nothing developed after a
while, he stopped caring about it.  If Rachel really was interested, she
sure had a funny way of showing it.  She avoided Tommy at every opportunity
and said little more than a few words to him when they were together.  At
this point Eric would rather they just hook up and get it over with.
   "Chill out, dude.  I just thought we could hang out.  I'm bored."
   **It's not even 7:00 yet and he's already bored.
   "You're always bored" Eric complained.  "All I know is she's not here. I
think she went to some swim thing.  They have meets, like, every weekend."
   Tommy went silent for so long that Eric thought the phone call had
dropped.  Then the voice was suddenly back and very animated.  "AWESOME! 
Dude, you're not going to believe this!"
   "What?  You finally found your dick?"
   Tommy was too excited to answer the insult.  "I just got an email from
Ultimate War.  I've been approved to test their upcoming MMO!  They sent me
two beta keys to UW: Online.  I don't have to be at work until this
evening. I'll send you one of the keys so we can play it together!"
   "I can't.  My laptop is fubar." The mention of computers was a sore
subject for Eric.  "And our downstairs computer won't be powerful enough to
run it."
   "What happened to your laptop?"
   "I don't know.  I think it got hit by a virus.  The OS is totally
scrambled."
   "Man, that sucks.  Well I'm downloading it now if you want to come over
and watch."
   "I might stop by.  Later."
   Eric hung up the phone then studied his laptop.  The last thing he had
downloaded was a corrupted portion of the movie De Pussifier Kronieken.  He
had repaired the .avi file and watched the fragments.  But to his
disappointment, he had salvaged no actual scenes of the Pussifier in
action, only references to it.  It was not enough proof to take to Rachel
yet.
   Then the virus struck.  Other than the files he had on an external hard
drive, Eric had lost everything; including his substantial porn collection.
Nothing makes a teenage boy more grumpy than that.  The timing was all very
suspicious.  Strange things had been happening while he gathered evidence.
Information went missing as if someone was scrubbing the Internet clean
even while he searched.
   On the walk to Tommy's house, Eric seethed.  He couldn't shake the
feeling that someone was taking advantage of Rachel.  If anyone knew the
truth it had to be her swim coach.  When he got to Tommy's house, Eric kept
walking.  He wasn't in the mood to watch Tommy play the Ultimate War:
Online beta.  He wanted to go up to the school and confront the coach. 
Even if he wasn't there today, Eric might be able to find more evidence to
bring before Rachel.
   The aquatic center was unlocked even though school was out for the day.
Eric half expected to see the team practicing but the pool sat unused.  The
first person he encountered was a very happy boy named Oliver.
   Oliver had reached the aquatic center a little earlier and found his
clothes waiting for him in the locker room.  Before dressing and going home
he jumped in the shower for two reasons.  First, Oliver wanted to wash his
carrot.  Rachel had done a pretty thorough job removing the green paint,
but patches of orange remained.  Rachel was the second reason for the
shower.  A few quick strokes took care of the pent-up ardor her mouth had
generated.  He was so aroused that he came again at the tail end of the
long shower.  She had been that good.
   Eric ran into Oliver as he was leaving the locker room.  "I'm looking
for the head coach.  Is he around?"
   "Coach Ron?  I doubt it, but his office is over there." Oliver pointed
at the opposite door.
   "You're kidding, right?  I can't go in the girls' locker room."
   Oliver yawned.  "Suit yourself.  I'm going home." He was spent and ready
for a nap.
   Eric checked the boys' locker room after Oliver left but only found the
office of an assistant coach.  Then he made a complete circuit of the
aquatic center.  There were no other offices.  The girls' locker room was
the only place left that he hadn't checked.  Perhaps Coach Ron's office
really was in there.
   Boys were generally prohibited from such places.  It would be bad news
if he got caught snooping around in there; especially if someone was
changing or showering at the moment.  To claim that the other boy had
tricked him was a thin defense.  Still Eric was willing to risk a quick
look around if it meant getting to the bottom of the Pussifier/Pinnacle
mystery.
   He stepped into the locker room and, sure enough, the first thing he saw
on the door to his right was a plaque which read "Ron Lutheford - Varsity
Head Coach".  The door was ajar and the lights inside were on.  Jackpot!
   Eric knocked on the door and called out "Coach Lutheford?"
   He was surprised to be answered by a female voice, "He's not here right
now.  Who are you?"
   Eric stepped into the doorway and saw another surprise.  A fellow
student was sitting in the coach's big office chair.
   "Pipsqu....I mean, Katie?"...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 27
   Eric knew Katie from around school.  She was relatively popular and not
bad looking to boot.  Eric used to tease her years ago about her nickname.
He called her Pipsqueak.  He also knew she came from a big swimming family
but never bothered to make the connection that she would almost certainly
be one of Rachel's teammates.
   Katie knew Eric too, though they didn't have any classes together this
year.  The school was big enough that the circles they hung around in
didn't intersect much.  She held no ill will toward his childish teasing
from long ago.
   "What do you want, Eric?  You're not allowed in here." Pip sat with her
feet on Coach Ron's desk looking at a book.
   Eric relied on his sharp mind to formulate a response.  Verbal sparring
was his specialty.  "I am too allowed in here.  I have an issue that I need
to discuss with Coach Ron.  It's about Rachel."
   Pip sat up and hid the book in her lap he said that "What about Rachel?"
   Eric noticed that she seemed nervous and used that to his advantage. 
"It doesn't concern you.  Maybe I should ask what you're doing here."
   His confrontational words made her bristle.  "I'm the team captain.  I
have every right to be here" then she added with obvious worry in her voice
"if anything happened to Rachel, I...I should know about it.  Maybe I can
help." If something had gone wrong with Lamb to the Slaughter, she could be
held responsible.
   Pip was acting strange all of the sudden.  Eric studied her; wondering
if he could trust her with the information about the Pinnacle.  He knew he
was in the right.  But what good was truth that only existed in his mind?
It would help to share the burden with someone.  He couldn't make
accusations without proof.
   "It's about...her uniform.  Particularly the Pinnacle."
   Pip nodded but said nothing.  She was still thinking about her little
game.  So Eric tentatively continued, "I don't know how to say it.  But
I've seen it somewhere else before.  Only...it wasn't a swim uniform.  It
was a...HOLY SHIT!"
   Just then Eric's eye caught sight of the device on Coach Ron's shelf. 
It was all black and contoured like some futuristic gun or Star Trek
phaser. An analog dial, three big buttons and a touch screen were the only
controls.
   Eric recognized its unmistakable styling immediately.  It was a
Pussifier remote control.  He had laughed aloud when it first appeared in
the porno.  It looked exactly like a bad movie prop.  There was no valid
reason that the swim coach would possess such a device.  His proof of a
conspiracy had been sitting on that shelf staring him in the face all
along.
   Eric directed her attention to where he was pointing.  "That's a remote
control for the Puss-I mean Pinnacle!  Only it's not really a Pinnacle. 
It's...complicated.  I tried to tell Rachel, but she doesn't believe me.  I
need that remote to prove it to her before it's too late."
   Pip eyed him suspiciously while questions flooded her head.
   **How does Eric know all this?  And how does he know Rachel?  Why does
he even care so much?  If it's not a Pinnacle, then what is it?  And why
does it have a remote control?  More importantly, how can I use this to my
advantage?
   She did not yet understand it all, but one thing was obvious.  She
couldn't allow that remote to walk out the door.  She came up with some
stalling questions while she did a little thinking of her own.
   "How is it you came to learn so much about the Pinnacle?  If this remote
is so dangerous, why should I let you have it?  And why do you care what
happens to Rachel?"
   "Rachel's my friend.  She's been staying with us until her family can
find a more permanent place.  And the Pinnacle is...well, like I said, It's
complicated.  Now that I have proof, I can take it to...well, I don't know
who to trust yet.  But somebody.  So either help me or get out of the way."
   Eric had tired of the grilling and took action.  He made his move but
Pip reacted faster.  She jumped up and grabbed it just ahead of him.  When
she did the book slid off her lap onto the floor.
   "Relax, Eric.  I'm on your side.  There is an easy way to test your
theory.  Rachel was here earlier and I sent her out on an errand.  I expect
her back any time.  Until then the Pinnacle happens to be in her locker.  I
don't know why it matters so much, but I guess I can help you out.  If what
you say is true, I should be able to tell pretty quickly."
   "Fine," Eric didn't fully trust Pip but he agreed, "but let me come with
you."
   "I'm sorry, Eric.  You really shouldn't even be in this office without
permission.  I can't let you go any further inside the locker room.  Go
wait outside.  Don't worry.  I'll be right out." Pip's sweet words were
practically dripping.  But she had the upper hand.  Eric had no power here.
He reluctantly agreed to wait outside for the results of her test.
   Earlier Pip had found the pinnacle while rummaging through Rachel's
backpack.  Like any sexually developing female, the phallic device
intrigued her.  She'd inspected it, but had not gone as far as actually
trying it out.  She reached Rachel's locker again and pulled her Pinnacle
from its case.  She laid it out on the bench then pressed the power button
on the remote.
   The LCD display flashed the words `BysCo' then a row of icons appeared
across the top.  Next to a home button in the top corner was an image of
linked gears.  She guessed that to be a configuration or customization
menu. Beside that was a red circle.  As she watched, the circle turned
green and the words `connection established...calibrating' flashed on the
screen.  Next to the circle were indicators for signal strength and battery
life.  Both showed full bars.
   Pip waited a moment until the words `calibration complete' appeared. 
Then six new words filled the screen: Inflate, Vibrate, Timer, Program,
Reset, Help.
   **Inflate?  Vibrate?  How kinky!  Well, here goes nothing.
   She tried the first button: Inflate.  The screen went blank and then a
gauge appeared with plus and minus buttons.  The gauge was labeled 0% -
100%.  Pip pressed the plus button.  She should have expected the Pinnacle
to spring to life, but was still a little surprised when it actually did. A
tiny internal servo pump slowly drew air inside.  The device grew erect in
all the anatomically correct places; almost organically.  By 35% it had
nearly doubled in length and was starting to add girth.  Pip had seen
enough.  She reversed the button and let it deflate back to 0%.
   **It's a freakin' penis.  It must drive Rachel crazy to wear this to
practice every day.  And according to Eric she is clueless about this
remote.
   Though she didn't know how yet, Pip sensed it advantageous to keep the
knowledge to herself.  She was in no mood to help Rachel and could care
less about Eric.
   "Sorry, it looks like you're mistaken.  I tried all the buttons. 
Nothing." Outside she broke the false news to Eric.
   "Are you sure?  Let me try it.  Maybe you missed something."
   "Look, Eric, I'm a captain.  It's my responsibility to protect my team.
I promise I won't let anything bad happen to her.  Trust me.  If anything
comes up, you'll be the first to know.  What's your email address?"
   Eric left his email address and went home empty-handed.  Pip returned to
the locker room and resumed reading the book that had put her in such a
sour mood to begin with.  She had found the box in Coach Ron's office
earlier.  It was a delivery of the Thornwood yearbook fall supplement fresh
from the printers.  Flipping through a copy, Pip was appalled and angry at
the content.
   Because the regular yearbook came out in the spring, the fall supplement
was meant to showcase organizations and teams that had competed in the fall
semester.  Football usually made up the bulk of it, but this year there was
supposed to be a big section highlighting the aquatic center upgrades and
new equipment.  Pip would normally have been happy about that.  Any
exposure to the program was a good thing.
   But exposure is one thing.  This was practically pornographic.  Nearly
every page had a different picture of Rachel in her uniform working out a
piece of equipment.  Marvin Travinsky had technically followed the
instructions not to show her face, but he didn't hold back when it came to
showing any other body part.  In the middle was a big centerfold style
picture of Rachel standing beside the pool with the caption `Varsity swim
captain shows off new uniform'.
   **Oh great!  Now they're calling her a captain.  Wait a minute.  Why
should I be upset?  Come Tuesday these books will be all over the school.
What a scandal!  Well, if she wants to be the face of the program then
here's her chance...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 28
   Rachel woke after a fitful night of sleep.  Rather, she fought to stay
asleep.  She kept her eyes shut tightly as if that would be enough to
prevent the onset of consciousness and prolong the fantasy.  The past few
hours had been sheer bliss.  Vivid erotic dreams had kept her squirming
beneath the sheets as she slept.  Those same sheets had been discarded at
some point and now lay in a tangled heap on the floor.  Who needs linen
when you've got limbs and body heat to keep you warm?
   A pair of hands, not her own, hugged her bosom.  Her own hands
were...where were they?
   **Buried.  Some place warm and soft.  What a nice dream.
   It was a foreign yet somehow familiar place.  In her sanguine state
Rachel felt an irresistible urge to explore.  She moved her fingers around
and was rewarded with a soft moan.  Everything she touched felt wonderful.
Through continued exploration she found an opening and slipped a finger
inside.
   "Mmm.  You've been teasing me all night," a sultry voice said "finally
decided to come in?"
   Thighs parted to allow her to go deeper and then the squirming began;
like a worm and her finger was the hook.  The squirming continued for some
time followed by a tighter squeeze for a few seconds along with quick
breaths.  And then it stopped.A
   "Mmm, number three for me.  Ready for your turn?"
   One hand found a nipple while the other began to slide down Rachel's
stomach toward her bald pussy.
   "No.  It's not right.  You're a girl." Rachel answered her imaginary
dream partner; a hypocritical objection seeing as she was two knuckles deep
in the other's moist folds.
   Nonetheless the hand obeyed; stopping just beyond the reach of her outer
lips while its pair playfully pinched and tweaked its stiff captive.
   "One time doesn't make you a lesbian.  What's wrong with being an equal
opportunity enjoyer?"
   A particularly strong pinch sent pleasure radiating out over her breast.
This was one of the more vivid dreams Rachel had ever experienced.  At
least that's what she thought.  A distant voice woke her enough to feel the
stiffness in her shoulders once again.  A little stretch would make it
easier to enjoy the massage.  But when she moved to adjust her posture, her
arms did not respond.
   **What's going on here?
   Then the last night's events came flooding back.  Rachel opened her eyes
wide to the sight of midday sunlight streaming through the blinds.  She was
suddenly very aware that her anonymous partner was not anonymous and that
her hands were nestled between Ellie's thighs.  She retreated her wet
fingers as far as her cuffs would allow.  Not far enough for comfort with
the girl's spread legs encircling her waist.
   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that" Rachel said quickly.
   "Sorry for what?  That was amazing.  At least let me return the favor.
You were moaning all night.  I know how bad you need it, Rachel.  It won't
take long."
   Ellie slipped a little lower and Rachel started struggling.
   "STOP!  No offence, just...let me up."
   "Fine.  Don't say I didn't offer." Ellie untangled herself which freed
Rachel to roll over and sit up.  Just then a voice called from downstairs.
   "ELLLLLLIEEE.  Time to go."
   "Oh my gosh, my dentist appointment.  I overslept." Ellie sprung out of
bed and ran to her closet.  "Don't worry Rach.  It's right next to the
school.  As soon as I'm done, I'll stop in and try to find Pip or your
key."
   Rachel was still thinking about where her finger had just been.  "You
can't tell anybody about this."
   "Chill out, Rachel.  Who would I tell?  It's our little secret." Ellie
emerged wearing a bra and panties and with the rest of an outfit in hand.
Her mom called again and Ellie answered that she'd be right down.
   "Just stay up here and no one should bother you.  I'll be back as soon
as I have the key." Ellie took one last look at Rachel's pointy nipples and
added "If I was as horny as you are right now and unable to touch myself,
I'd go crazy before too long.  Think about my offer.  I bet you'll be
singing a different tune by the time I get back.  Bye, Rach."
   Rachel sat on the edge of Ellie's bed for some time after she left,
unable to process what had transpired in the past few hours.  She had
fondled a boy's penis.  That alone was pretty amazing.  But then she had
licked it all over and even taken it in her mouth.  The experiments didn't
end there.  Apparently she had given Ellie not one, but three orgasms while
they slept.
   What did she have to show for all these new sexual escapades?  Throbbing
nipples, an unfulfilled pussy and some sticky fingers.
   **Ugh.
   Ellie was right about one thing, though.  Left alone in private with
plenty of free time and nothing but her own body to entertain her; Rachel
would give anything to be able to touch herself right now.  But her
handcuffs kept everything worth touching hopelessly out of reach.
   She looked down at her aching nipples and wondered if they were fated to
remain engorged like that forever.  She could rub them against the mattress
but that would probably just frustrate her even more.  Instead Rachel
risked a dash across the hall into the upstairs bathroom.
   She took care of bodily functions and was able to climb up onto the sink
backward to reach the faucet.  While she was washing Ellie's lingering
essence from her hands, she stared at the bathtub.  It reminded her how
sweaty and dirty she had gotten trudging across the fields behind the
school.
   **Might as well take a shower while I'm waiting.  Ooh, that's cold!
   The only way to adjust the valves was to stand directly in the path of
the oncoming water.  She endured temperature swings from ice cold to
scalding before she got it comfortable.
   She couldn't use her hands to scrub or apply shampoo, but the water
pressure was decent and adequately soaked and cleaned her body and head. 
She turned around and around letting the hot shower melt the knots in her
muscles.  She even opened her mouth and rinsed the green paint off her
tongue.
   Before long her attention was once again focused between her legs.  For
weeks she had ended every private shower with a mini-bate.  Today she had
to settle for aquatic stimulation.  She backed up to the opposite wall and
stood on tiptoes so that her mound was directly in the path of the spray.
   The tempest pelted her to create a nice vibrating sensation.  But as
usual, her body was greedy for more.  She strained and stretched; thrusting
her pelvis out for maximum effect.  But no matter how she stood, the angle
was wrong and lacked the force to stimulate anything deeper than her outer
lips.  After a while she gave up and turned off the water.
   Drying was a chore.  Rachel racked a towel she found in the cabinet and
rubbed up against it to get most of her body dry.  Her hair would have to
drip dry.  She considered taking the towel with her to Ellie's room.  But
it was only across the hall and she wouldn't be able to secure it very
well. So she left it hanging and scampered back without it.
   Rachel passed the time much like she would on any lazy afternoon.  She
waited by the window for what seemed like hours expecting Ellie to show up
any minute.  When she tired of that, she lounged on the bed.  But she
wasn't tired and soon started to explore her confines.
   Being nude, her territory was limited.  She waded through the untidy
stacks of strewn clothes in Ellie's walk-in closet.  She couldn't hope to
wear any of the shirts; not while the handcuffs remained in place.  She
perused the skirts to see if she could squeeze into one.  Ellie had
breasts, but the rest of her body had not yet begun to develop beyond
childhood.  Any of her skirts would either too tight or too skimpy to be of
any use to Rachel.
   The wait was agonizing.  By late afternoon her stomach complained that
she hadn't eaten anything all day.  Since Ellie hadn't returned she
considered sneaking down to find food.  The house was empty for all she
knew.  But it wasn't worth the risk.  She was glad for that decision when
just then the family car returned.
   **Urgh!  Where is she?
   Ellie's mom and brothers piled out but Ellie was not with them.  Noises
from activity picked up downstairs as they entered the house.  She heard a
TV turned on and plenty of foot traffic.  But as Ellie had promised, they
didn't bother Rachel.  Just to be safe she double checked the lock on the
door before returning to lounge on her perch by the window.
   In her boredom, Rachel must have dozed off, because she was surprised by
the knock at the door some time later.  It was Ellie's mom come to check on
her.
   "Rachel?  Are you in there?"
   Rachel jumped up and ran to hide in the closet as if Ellie's mom
intended to burst through the door and see her.
   "Yeah, do you need something?"
   "Actually, I do"...TO BE CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 29
   "She mentioned you had a late night and are resting up" Ellie's mom said
through the door.  "Are you recovered?"
   "Yes.  I'm much better now, thanks." **Except I'm naked and cuffed.  But
just peachy beside that**
   "Good.  Well, I don't mean to bother you, but I'm in kind of a pickle. I
am supposed to pick up the fall vegetables for our garden before the
nursery closes today.  If I don't get them planted today, we will have to
wait until next Saturday.  I'm afraid that will be too late in the season.
Ellie told me she would be back by now, but something must have kept her.
Would you mind terribly watching the boys for a little while?"
   Rachel didn't know what to say.  She couldn't babysit Ellie's brothers
while naked and in handcuffs.  But she couldn't very well refuse either. 
She had just said she felt fine.  So to claim sudden onset of sickness
would arouse suspicion.
   "I, I guess."
   "Oh thank you!  They're watching cartoons and should be no trouble. 
Just keep them from killing each other or destroying the house.  Help
yourself to a snack if you like.  I will be back around dinner time. 
Thanks again."
   As Rachel watched the car pull out of the driveway from Ellie's window,
a sense of foreboding fell over her.  She peered down the street hoping to
see her friend strolling down the sidewalk.  But Ellie was nowhere to be
seen.
   **OK.  Don't panic.  Ellie will be back any minute.  And the boys are
watching TV.  They are old enough to take care of themselves.
   Not two minutes later the peace downstairs was breached by a resounding
thud followed by a piercing scream.
   **Oh great!
   They must have been fighting.  Or maybe it was horseplay that got out of
control.  Whatever had happened, it was bad enough to warrant her
intervention.  She was their babysitter.  Ellie's 10 year old brother came
stomping up the stairs with his younger wailing brother right behind.  The
knock came promptly.
   Rachel answered it through the closed door with an authoritative voice
"OK, settle down and tell me what happened."
   "Uh, Miss Rachel, Tanner's bleeding."
   Rachel's heart jumped into her throat.  There was only one way to find
out if Tanner was seriously hurt.  Even in her nude state, she had to go
out and face them.  Rachel glanced wistfully at Ellie's closet.  She could
spend a precious minute struggling into a skimpy skirt.  But what
difference does that make when you're going to be topless anyway?
   **They're just boys.  You can do this.
   Rachel took a deep breath and opened the door.
   Tanner, the younger one, was sobbing in the middle of the hall holding
his wounded hand up by his other hand like a grotesque trophy.  Blood was
seeping through his fingers and running down his wrist.
   "It's not my fault!" Jackson was quick to jump in.  "I was watching my
show first and he kept taking the remote so I put it up high where he
couldn't reach it and then he..." Jackson stopped to take a breath never
continued.  When he saw that Rachel wasn't wearing any clothes, he lost his
voice.
   Turning to the side and clamping her legs closed to hide her bare cleft,
Rachel calmed Tanner's sobs down to sniffles and convinced him to open his
hand and show her the wound.  On closer inspection the cut didn't look too
serious, though the large amount of blood was worrisome.
   Rachel asked the boys if they had a first aid kit.  Jackson was useless.
He had been struck dumb; mesmerized by the teenager's curvaceous anatomy.
He particularly stared at the bulging orbs on her chest as if losing sight
of those pointy pink tips would break the illusion and cause them to
disappear.
   Tanner was more concerned about his injury, though, and said his mom
kept a kit of bandages and stuff in her bathroom.
   "Great!  Lead the way." Rachel followed Tanner downstairs with Jackson
right on her tail.  As her bare body swayed and jiggled down the stairs,
she was thankful that at least she no longer had her nipple bells as
accompaniment.
   As they went through the living room, they passed old Uncle Herbert
sitting in his wheelchair.  How could she have forgotten about him after he
practically molested her in the storm shelter?  He looked as old and senile
as ever, but grinned nonetheless when the naked blushing teenager crossed
his path.
   The bleeding had stopped by the time Tanner unpacked the kit.  His
crying had stopped as well and he was getting excited.  For boys his age,
wearing a bandage was part of the fun of getting banged up.  He was too
focused on himself to care about Rachel's condition.  She got him to
recount his side of what had happened.  While reaching for the remote that
Jackson had placed above his reach, Tanner had tipped over a glass vase and
got cut.  It sounded like neither boy was completely innocent.
   Since Jackson was ogling Rachel and not helping, she ordered him to go
clean up the broken glass.  Unable to do it herself because of the cuffs,
Rachel talked Tanner through cleaning and disinfecting the wound.  The end
result was not perfect, but decent enough.  Tanner wore it like a badge of
honor and swore it didn't hurt anymore.
   Since she was downstairs anyway, Rachel stopped in the kitchen to get a
snack.  Then she told the boys she was going back to Ellie's room.  She
left a stern warning that they were to behave and to stop fighting.  Tanner
nodded seriously and promised to behave, but Jackson just kind of stared
glassy eyed at somewhere that was not her eyes.  True to their word, they
didn't have another altercation.
   Ellie finally returned about an hour later with some bad news...TO BE
CONTINUED
   Thornwood Episode IV - The Champion Part 30
   "I'm sorry, Rach.  I looked everywhere.  I found the room in the art
department.  It wasn't exactly as you described it.  They had moved
everything into the exhibit hall.  The lamb was gone but I'm sure it was
the same room."
   "I searched that room from top to bottom.  There was no key.  I checked
the aquatic center; including both locker rooms.  I even went skinny
dipping just in case Pip had hidden it at the bottom of the pool.  I didn't
see any sign of Pip or the lamb.  But I found your backpack!"
   "Don't worry, Rach.  I have a backup plan.  There are a bunch of tools
in my dad's workshop" Ellie thought aloud.  "I bet there's something in
there that can at least break the chain between your cuffs."
   "Why didn't you say so?  Let's go, just as soon as I get dressed."
   Ellie got the wonderland dress from the backpack.  But Rachel wasn't
able to wear it yet.  The cuffs got in the way.  So Ellie helped her put on
the woolen panties then scavenged together some clothes to make a temporary
outfit.  For a top Ellie used a white button down sweater which she hung
over Rachel's shoulders like a shawl.
   Skirt options were similarly limited.  None of Ellie's fitted skirts
were big enough.  The only item with an adjustable waist was a children's
tutu that she hadn't worn in years.
   The combination of shawl, tutu, and rainbow panties made Rachel the
funniest looking ballerina ever.  But it would suffice for the time being.
The girls went downstairs and slipped out the back door.  The garden took
up most of the surprisingly big backyard.  It had been harvested and tilled
and was now awaiting Ellie's mom's return with the autumn vegetable
sprouts.
   The workshop stood separate from the house.  Ellie's dad didn't work in
there much in the summer as evidenced by the cloud of dust that stirred
when they opened the door.  The reason became obvious when the girls
stepped inside and started sweating immediately due to the lack of
ventilation.  Despite the hot stale air and coughing fit it was a beautiful
sight to Rachel.  There were so many tools to choose from that they hardly
knew where to begin.
   Ellie took control and went straight for the hedge shears.  Being
manually operated this was one of the few tools that didn't intimidate
either of them.  She removed the glued on feathers from around her target
then positioned the business end of the shears over a middle link of the
chain.  Ellie put all her miniscule weight into cutting, but after several
attempts she had made not even a scratch in the steel.
   "I think we're going to have to use a power tool" Ellie said.
   Rachel wasn't so certain.  "You sure you know how to use them?" Sharp
blades on such heavy machinery made her understandably nervous.  "Let's try
this first."
   She walked over to a massive clamp mounted on a workbench.  Her theory
was that steady pressure slowly applied should be more effective than a
single snip from the shears but safer than a power saw.  Ellie agreed to
try it.  Rachel backed into position and placed her hands over a corner of
the clamp.  The two huge iron blocks slowly came together as Ellie turned
the crank.
   "Yes, this is going to work.  Just a few more turns should do it."
   Ellie met resistance when the blocs reached the chain.  It took
everything she had to keep turning.  The steel groaned and popped beneath
the pressure, but the links held.
   "That's as far as I can go," Ellie said with a gasp, "do you want me to
unwind it?"
   "Not yet.  Give it time to work." Rachel didn't want Ellie's exertion to
go to waste.
   Ellie shrugged, "So, how did your day go?"
   "Fine.  I took a shower and hung out." Rachel yanked on the chain every
little bit to see if it had broken loose yet.
   "A shower, huh?" Ellie got a gleam in her eye.  She herself had enjoyed
countless orgasms at the hands of that shower.  "Did you...take care of
yourself like you took care of the lamb?"
   Ellie had seen the leftover parts of the art exhibit including the
curator's note.  She pieced together from that and the green paint what had
really happened with the lamb.  Rachel's blush was the only confirmation
she needed.
   "You know my offer still stands from this morning." Ellie popped the
buttons on the shawl so that Rachel's breasts sprang free.  She grabbed a
handful of flesh.  Her friend struggled a little but was trapped in the
clamp and unable to escape.  "I could do it right here and be done in a
flash."
   "Ew, Ellie.  That's not funny." Rachel acted offended, but her excited
nipples told a different story.
   "Fine.  Your loss.  You're so lucky to have big boobs.  I don't know how
you keep your hands off them.  I know I can't!" Ellie exacted a playful
pinch before letting go and moving around behind to undo the clamp.  At
first the crank wouldn't budge and Rachel feared for a few tense moments
that she was stuck.  But then with a heave Ellie got it moving.
   Rachel couldn't tell how effective it had been other than to know that
she was still in chains.  "How does it look?"
   "A few of the links are smashed pretty good" Ellie reported, "Wait! 
There's an opening."
   Because the link had been weakened, Ellie was able to work it wider with
some pliers, but the stubborn chain held on.  "I know I can get it with the
table saw now.  One quick swipe will do it.  I've seen my dad use it plenty
of times" Ellie said; though her dad had been cutting wood dowels or two by
fours and not steel chain.
   "OK, but be careful" Rachel replied.
   Ellie guided her over to the machine and plucked some more feathers to
clear the spot better.  Then she carefully positioned Rachel's hands on
either side of the big round blade.  Rachel couldn't see what was
happening. She closed her eyes and waited for it to be over.
   "Here goes nothing!" Ellie flipped the switch and the saw began a
screeching whir.  Metal grinding on metal drowned out all other sounds as
the cutting teeth contacted the chain.  A glow formed around the contact
point and sparks began to fly.  One landed on Rachel's arm causing her to
open her eyes in alarm and begin shaking her head.  But Ellie only smile
reassuringly and prodded her to scoot a bit closer.
   But when she did, the table jerked as the blade caught on the chain and
came to a sudden halt.  A safety mechanism tripped which cut power to the
saw and essentially locked the blade to prevent kickback.  Ellie pulled the
plug before moving in closer.  The chain was unbroken and trapped between
the saw and the table.  The sweater was singed where sparks had landed.
   "It's almost completely cut through now!" Ellie put a positive spin on
the situation.  "Try to yank it free."
   Rachel yanked with wild abandon, but both blade and chain refused to
budge.
   "Ellie, is that you?" a voice called from outside.
   "Oh no.  It's my mom." Ellie rushed to the doorway and looked out. 
"Yeah, mom.  I'm out here with Rachel."
   "Where have you been all day, young lady?"
   "I was just helping Rachel with...a school project."
   "Well you've put my gardening behind schedule.  I need both you girls to
help transfer my vegetables into the garden before they dry out.  Grab the
wheelbarrow and come help me unload."
   "Sure, mom.  I'll be right there."
   While her mom left to start unloading the station wagon full of organic
vegetable sprouts around the house, Ellie returned to Rachel carrying a
large hammer.
   "Hold still." She said it like Rachel had a choice.
   On the third strike, the chain finally broke.  The cuffs still hung from
her wrists but they were no longer connected to each other.  Ellie grabbed
a couple of old gardening aprons from a hook on the wall.
   "You don't mind, do you?" she said as she tossed one to Rachel.
   "Huh?  Oh, not at all."
   "Here, put this on.  I'll be back soon." Ellie threw her an apron before
pushing the wheelbarrow out the door.  Rachel immediately forgot what she
was supposed to be doing and just stared blissfully at her freed hands for
a moment.
   **I'm actually free.  Well, except for the cuffs, but that's not such a
big deal.  If Ellie's mom asks, I can just tell her they are a new type of
bracelet.  Just another fashion fad.  That's a small matter.  I'm actually
FREE!
   Rachel was on cloud nine as she started for the door.  Then she realized
she was still holding the apron and stopped to change into it first.  She
knew nothing about gardening but had agreed to help.  It might be fun to
learn and the prospect of a little hard work didn't bother her.
   She laid the sweater on a wooden table before undoing the tutu.  Then
she stepped out of her panties and folded them on top of the sweater before
turning to look at the apron.  It was dirtier than her regular apron at
home; the one Susan had trained her to wear whenever she did her chores. 
Made of a thicker material, probably canvas, it had one string which looped
over her neck and another that tied at the waist.  It was stained in places
and frayed at the edges.
   It never occurred to Rachel that she should have left her clothes on. 
It was automatic by now to strip before chore time.  She had been doing it
every day for nearly a month.  The fabric mostly covered her front but left
her exposed in back.  Her legs and feet were bare.
   As she was adjusting the skirted front, another learned behavior kicked
in.  Her hand slipped beneath the fabric and nearly brought her to her
knees.  A quick mini-bate calmed her nerves just in time for Ellie and her
mom to return...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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