The Tree House
by valerafon
Boys should definitely stay away from that tree house.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

It's tough for a boy to move to a new house and new neighborhood when he's
fifteen years old. At that age, his friends are his whole world, and my world
was being shattered. I was feeling pretty low, but my parents assured me, as
we drove into the drive of our new house that there would be plenty of boys
and girls my own age in the new neighborhood.

We were moving to a better neighborhood in the Cleveland suburb of Shaker
Heights. My father had been promoted and along with the position and money
came a better lifestyle for all of us. At least, that's how it was explained
it to me. I wasn't buying into it. I was leaving all my friends behind.

I hadn't been there more than a couple of hours when Robbie Thompson came up
and introduced himself. He was my own age and we hit it off immediately. He
wanted to take me around the neighborhood and introduce me to everyone, and I
was willing.

We hadn't been walking for more than five minutes when we came upon a large
house that occupied the corner lot on the intersection of two streets. The
house had a huge yard which was surrounded by a small hedge. I immediately
noticed a change in Robbie as we walked by. He seemed more nervous and he was
looking from side to side as if he was expecting someone.

That's when I spotted it and stopped immediately. There was a gigantic tree
house inside the yard not twenty feet from where we were walking.

"Wow! That's a nice tree house!" I exclaimed. "Who does that belong to?"

Robbie stopped walking and looked, but he didn't seem like he wanted to stop
or answer my question.

"You don't wanna know," he told me. "They're bad news, we gotta keep moving."
And he grabbed my arm and tried to get me to start walking again.

I was about to say something when I heard a girl cry out his name in a low
prolonged voice.

"ROOOOBIE! ... ... ... ... ... ROOOOBIE!"

It startled him, he looked from side to side, grabbed my arm again with even
more urgency, and started to drag me along as he said in a very frightened
voice, "Man! We gotta get out of here, now!"

I let him drag me along as I continued to listen to that hypnotic female voice
call out to him.

"ROOOOBIE! ... ... ... ... ... .ROOOOBIE!"

As we left in almost a run, I heard girls laughter. When we were about a block
away, I was able to get him to stop running and I asked, "Who was that girl?"

All he managed to say was, "Bad news! ... ... ..Their bad news, man!"

Why was he so afraid of a girl I wondered? I could tell he didn't want to talk
about her so I tried a different approach.

"That sure was the nicest tree house I ever saw."

"Ya," he said sadly, "It used to belong to my friend Bill Anderson. We spent a
lot of time hanging out in it and drinking beers, and we even had some parties
up there."

"It's not his anymore, did he move?" I asked.

"No ... No, he still lives there, but his friends can't use it anymore."

I could hear the sadness in his voice, and I wanted to know more so I asked,
"Why can't his friends use ... ... "

He interrupted me and said in an agitated voice, "Enough, I don't wanna talk
about it, man! ... ... .Do you wanna meet the guys, or what?"

I wanted to know more, but it was going to have to wait. I did want to meet
the guys so I stopped asking questions and answered him with an affirmative
nod. He seemed relieved and his spirits immediately brightened and he was his
old self again in no time as we walked on, but that tree house and that girl's
voice intrigued me.

It was late afternoon and I was by myself, puttering about in the yard,
thinking about the tree house again when my curiosity got the best of me.
That's when I decided to find out for myself. The neighborhood was quiet, not
many people were out and about, as I walked along wondering about the girl and
the tree house again.

When I got to the house, I slowly walked by and stopped at the exact same
place where Robbie and me had stopped earlier. This time, I just stared up at
the huge tree house in awe. It was like a work of art, like nothing I had ever
seen before. I must have looked at it for a couple of minutes with nothing
happening. I couldn't see anyone in the yard and no one was stirring in the
tree house.

I shrugged, and decided to head home when I heard a female voice yell, "Hey
new boy! Wait! ... ... ... .Where ya goin so fast?"

I looked around and still couldn't see anyone, but the voice was definitely
coming from the tree house.

Then she asked a question.

"Hey, new boy! Do you think you can jump the hedge?"

It sounded like a different girl this time, and she had a definite Spanish
accent. I appraised the hedge, it was less than three feet high so I said,
"Sure!"

"Well, if you want to see the tree house," she told me, "jump it and come on
over."

I didn't hesitate. I jumped the hedge just catching my foot which caused me to
almost lose my balance and fall. Immediately, I heard girl's laughter come
from the tree house.

I quickly regained my balance and tried to walk over with dignity cursing
myself as I did. When I got to the tree house, I looked around for a ladder or
something, but there was none.

That's when a rope came down and the same girl's voice commanded, "Climb up!
... ... If you think you're strong enough!"

That was followed by more girl's laughter.

I was never very athletic, and I always hated rope climbing in gym, but I
couldn't turn the challenge down. I grabbed the rope and immediately started
to climb. I struggled with the rope almost from the start, it was taking me
longer than it should have and I heard a different female voice yell out,
"He's a weakling!"

That was immediately followed by the girl with the Spanish accent saying, "Hey
new boy! Do you hear that? ... ... .Lorrie thinks your a weakling?"

I didn't answer the taunts, but it did make me more determined and I managed
to navigate the last part of the rope in better time. When I managed to pull
myself up and in, a very pretty girl came right over. She was young I thought,
younger than me. She appeared to be about thirteen maybe fourteen. She looked
Latino to me as well, and she had a blue headband on and she was in a halter
top and cutoff genes. Three other very young but very pretty girls were
casually sitting nearby.

I started to look about and I was about to comment on how big and nice the
place was when I spotted two guys laying in the corner. They both had their
hands tied behind their backs and their feet were tied as well, and both were
gagged. They were each wearing a small blue ribbon fastened to their right
arms. One of the hapless boys was looking at me and trying to say something,
but I couldn't make out what he was saying because his gag muffled his words.

The Latino girl saw my look of astonishment, laughed, and casually walked over
to them.

She kicked the bigger boy in the stomach before she introduced them. It wasn't
a strong kick, but it made him stop talking and curl up into a ball.

"This piece of crap is Willie the wimp! ... ... .He's seventeen, aren't you,
wimpy? ... ... ..He's Lorrie's older brother and their parents own the house
out back ... ... ... And the other one's his friend Tom the timid."

I didn't know what to say, but I managed to blurt out, "What they do?"

This time another girl spoke, I recognized her voice as the one from earlier
in the afternoon.

"They didn't do their chores fast enough or to our liking so their being
punished."

Before I could say anything, the Latino girl was talking again and introducing
the girls, "I'm Maria and that's Lorrie, she's the one who thinks your a
weakling, and that's Heather over there."

None of the girls said hi or anything, rather they just sort of looked me over
as I looked them over.

Lorrie was in halter top and shorts and she was also wearing that blue
headband as was Heather, but Heather was wearing cutoff genes just like Maria.
All the girls were extremely pretty and very young.

There was one other girl who wasn't introduced and she didn't have a blue
headband on but she was just as good looking as the others.

When Maria saw me giving her the eye, she said very casually, "That's Jen,
she's not a member of our club yet so she doesn't get to wear our colors ...
... ... She has to pass our initiation first."

So, that's what the blue headband meant. Curiosity getting the best of me, I
asked, "What's the initiation?"

Maria smiled devilishly, looked me square in the eye, and said, "She has to
kick your ass!"

Her statement caught me completely off guard, and I looked at her in disbelief
for a moment. Then she put her hands on her hips in a very dominant pose, and
she smiled back at me even more menacingly.

Maybe it was her statement or maybe it was the guys tied in the corner, but I
decided to run. It caught them completely off guard. I was shimmying down the
rope before I heard Maria yell, "GET HIM!"

I was almost to the hedge when I got tackled from behind. I thought I had a
big lead, how could I have been caught so fast? There was only one set of
hands on me, but as I wrestled with her, I could see the other girls forming a
circle around us.

I struggled with the girl for a few seconds, neither of us gaining the
advantage as our bodies turned over and over on the grass till the girl
managed to gain the upper hand and keep me on the bottom. That's when I saw my
adversary for the first time. It was Jen who was sitting on my shoulders and
pinning my body to the grass. She had a big grin on her face and it didn't
seem like she had to expend much energy to keep me down while I struggled with
her.

Maria looked about to see if anyone was coming and she turned a radio on loud
that she had in her hand. Then she gave an order to Jen, "Drag him back
further into the yard so we won't be disturbed."

A boy named Carl Dawson, eighteen and a member of the wrestling team, was
walking down the street when he spied the girls and heard the loud rock music
behind the hedge. He knew exactly what that meant. He quickly veered off in a
ninety degree angle and took off in a jog away from the tree house.

By this time, Jen was dragging my body, by the legs, further back into the
yard while the girls cheered her on. The other girls formed another loose
circle around us when she finally let go of my legs and backed off.

I was mad as I got back up, and I just wanted out. I said the first thing that
came to my mind. I balled my fists up and yelled, "You bitches are nuts! ...
... ..I'm getting out of here."

I looked over at Jen, and she had assumed a boxing stance waiting for me to do
something.

It was Maria who responded by saying, "The only way you're getting out of here
is in a body bag."

That was it, I was ready to hit even a girl and I responded by throwing a long
loping right hand. Jen ducked under it and hit me right in the gut with a
quick short right. The punch took all the wind right out of me and I slumped
to the ground trying to catch my breath. This isn't happening I told myself
through the pain.

I could here the other girls encouraging Jen and taunting me. Jen, wasn't
pressing her advantage. Instead, she was standing over me motioning with her
hands for me to get up. While she did that, she taunted me, "Come on tuff guy,
fight!"

I slowly got back up and looked at Jen with a little more respect this time.
She obviously had fought before. As soon as I got back up, she assumed another
fighting pose. She was crouched low and both of her hands were guarding her
face.

The situation felt so unreal to me. I had just moved into this neighborhood
and here I was fighting a beautiful teenage girl who wanted to hurt me. It
didn't seem possible. I looked about and didn't see an escape rout. I saw no
way out but to fight.

I raised my hands and got ready to protect myself. As we circled each other,
each waiting for the other to make the first move, I couldn't help but look at
my opponent and admire the way she looked. She looked so determined, so
dangerous looking despite her age and sex, and so beautiful too. It just
boggled my mind.

I had a few inches on her and more than a few pounds. I still thought I was
going to hurt her if we fought, and I was taught never to hit a lady. It ran
so counter to all my conditioning. That's when she hit me. Her little fist
connected with my jaw staggering me and knocking me back a few steps. It
didn't hurt as much as it just reinforced how desperate my situation was.

I heard Maria yell, "Fight! Ya pussy!"

That was it. Something snapped in me and I rushed forward with all I had. I
threw a lot of punches at my foe who was backing up and trying to defend
herself. Not many punches got through her defenses and the ones that did
didn't seem to hurt her much. We stood toe to toe for a few seconds till she
landed first one punch to my jaw which was followed quickly by another punch
that was even harder and more devastating.

After those punches, everything seemed to slow down. It was as if I was
fighting in slow motion. Even the girl's voices retreated into the distance. I
could barely hear them. I remember trying to throw another punch when she hit
me flush on the jaw again.

The yard started to spin and I slumped to my knees in slow motion. Again, Jen
did not press her advantage. I think she could have finished me off right then
and there. As I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, the girls voices began to
return and as I struggled to my feet, I could hear them plainly again.

"Easy win!" Heather yelled out.

While Lorrie commented, "He's meat!"

While I started to circle my beautiful determined foe again on unsteady feet.
She dropped her guard inviting me to rush forward. By this time, I felt a new
emotion surge though me. The emotion of fear.

When I didn't attack, it was Jen who rushed forward throwing bombs as she came
in breaking through my defenses like a knife cuts trough butter. Her tactics
were different this time too. With my defenses crumbling, she decided to work
on my body. She was hitting me with short quick powerful body shots. A couple
of which doubled me up and then she grabbed my head with her hands, and
slammed her knee right into my face.

To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. My body and face were
forced upwards, and as I teetered on the brink of falling backwards, she
delivered the coup de grace. She threw a long powerful right hand which
connected just below my left eye, and I went down like a sack of potatoes.

I still could hear the girls comments above me.

"Good one! Jen!" Lorrie commented.

"He's had it!" Heather commented rather mundanely.

This time Jen pressed her advantage and as I laid sprawled out on the grass,
she sat on my chest and hit me with two more punches to the face. If someone
would have walked by the yard at that very moment, it would have looked like a
smaller younger teenage girl was absolutely mauling a larger and older teenage
boy, and that was exactly what was happening.

By now, my face felt like a piece of meat being tenderized by a butcher. I was
barely conscious and I couldn't fight back anymore. Besides, she was pinning
my arms with her legs so defending myself was not an option. Then, she grabbed
my hair with one of her hands and raised my head. I could see her little fist
ready to strike once more. I was defenseless at this point, and I actually
closed my eyes in anticipation of the blow hoping that she would take pity on
me at the last moment.

It was Maria who saved me. She grabbed Jen's arm stopping her last punch as
she yelled, "Whoa girl! ... ... ... .You've kicked his ass! ... ... .We don't
want anyone going to the hospital!"

Jen looked up at Maria and nodded. Then she roughly let my head go, and
immediately raised her hands in victory. With her hands clasped above her head
in the standard victory salute, she posed for the other girls as they
continued to cheer her on. She looked so beautiful and victorious above me, I
found it difficult to hate her.

After a few seconds, she turned her attention back to me and her smile turned
more ominous. Almost immediately, she started to slap my face back and forth
with very powerful blows.

"I heard Lorrie yell, "That's it, Jen! ... ... ..Bitch slap him! ... ... .Show
him who's boss!"

I already knew who the boss was.

After awhile, she stopped slapping me and then she just took her small hands
and played with my face squishing my mouth, or distorting my looks with her
strong little fingers, or playing with my nose. It hurt like hell too because
my face had been through a meat grinder.

Finally, she looked up at Maria and said triumphantly, "He's gotta kiss my
ass!"

All Maria said was, "Go for it, girl!"

Then Jen quickly turned around and squatted over my face. She again pulled my
head up by the hair and commanded, "Kiss my ass, wimp!"

I can't remember if I kissed her ass that day, but I remember I was real
scared at the time and I might of done anything she ordered.

While the show was going on, Maria reached into her jeans and pulled out a
blue headband. She tossed it to over to Jennifer who grabbed it out of the air
and smiling fixed it to her forehead. The other girls started to clap and
cheer for her and she responded with a big glorious smile.

As Jen placed the badge of honor on her forehead, Maria exclaimed, "You did
good, girl! ... ... ... ..Even though he's a candy ass!"

Then Maria looked down at me while she asked Jen, "Do you want him for your
bitch boy!"

Jen turned again so that she was facing me and she looked deeply into my eyes
as I looked back at her with a mixture of emotions. Two predominant ones were
fear and humiliation, but as I looked up at her pretty little triumphant face,
I wondered why I still couldn't hate her for what she just did to me..

She turned back at Maria and silently nodded that she did want me. Maria
reached into her other pocket and pulled out a blue ribbon this time. Again,
she threw it to Jen who caught it and immediately fixed it to my right arm
just above the elbow.

While Jen was tying the ribbon around my arm, Maria was telling me the rules,
"Now listen up new boy! ... ... .You belong to the Blues now! ... ... .And you
have to obey all of us, but especially Jen! ... ... .Never take that ribbon
off when your in the neighborhood, and you have to wear it to school too!"

Then she looked at me very seriously and said very slowly so I got the
message, "If you disobey any of us or any of our rules, you will be punished
very severely. Your punishment will make you think today was a picnic.

I was completely defeated and all I could do was to nod my complete
capitulation to everything she said.

Afterwards, Maria's mood brightened and she said, "Bring him, Jen, and you can
play with your prize up in the tree house for awhile."

As the other girls moved off, Jen grabbed me by the hair and slowly yanked me
to my feet. I could barely stand but when I made it, Jen then twisted my arm
behind my back and snaked her other arm around my throat putting me in two
killer holds at the same time. One a choke hold on my neck and the other a
painful arm twist.

Then, she yelled into my ear, "March!" And I had to struggle forward towards
the tree house while she strong-armed me along. We waited for the girls to
drop the rope ladder because I was to whipped to climb a rope. While we
waited, she whispered into my ear, "I like you, what's your name?"

"Scott," I answered back fearfully.

"Well Scotty, I won't be so rough on you if you do everything I say ... ...
..Were going to have a lot of fun together!"

Then as she forced me to climb the ladder, she issued another warning and an
order, "Don't ever embarrass me in front of the girls ... ... .Do you
understand? ... ... ... ... ... And you must call me Queen Jen in front of the
other girls too."

"Yes, Queen Jen I replied as I climbed the ladder feeling like my life had
changed forever.

EPILOGUE

The next day, as I waited for Robbie so we could walk to school together, my
face still hurt like hell. I had a black eye and other cuts and lacerations as
well. My cheeks were puffy too, like I had the mumps. My face was a complete
mess. Not the way any boy wanted his face to look on the first day of entering
a new school.

As Robbie came up the drive and saw me, he just stopped, shook his head, and
commented, "I warned ya!" Then he just let out a giant sigh.

I just hung my head in shame as he approached.

When he got close enough, he grabbed my chin lightly with one of his hands and
moved my head so he could better check out Jen's handiwork.

"Man! Who did this to you?" he asked as he continued to look at my face.

"It was Jennifer Brown," I said sadly.

"I know her ... ... She's not a member of the Blues."

"She is now! ... ... ..I was her initiation."

Robbie shook his head and then he spied my badge of shame.

"She claimed you too?" he said like he was surprised.

"Ya, how do I get out, man?" I asked sort of desperately.

As we started to walk down the drive, he told me the bad news.

"You don't! ... ... ..You'll have to hope she gets tired of you ... ... .Then
maybe, they'll let you go, but then one of the other girls can claim you ...
... It's not good, man."

Then I had some bad news for Robbie too as we walked towards school.

"Do you know Heather?" I asked.

"Ya, I know her," he replied sharply ... ... .What about her?"

"Well, she told me to tell you to come to the tree house after school."

Robbie stopped dead in his tracks, turned to face me, and yelled at the top of
his lungs, "WHAT!"

"She says if you don't come, shell come to your school, pull down your pants,
and spank you in front of everyone ... ... ... And she told me to tell you
that she could do it too."

Robbie's voice got real worried as he said, "OH Man! ... ... ..I'm doomed!"

I tried to pick his spirits up as we walked, and I said, "Look at the bright
side, we're both gonna be in the same club!"

The End