"So ... you've come to live with us, have you my dear?"
The man peered at her from behind his desk. There was a monocle jammed into one eye, although it seemed to be for no purpose, as he kept that eye closed.
"Yes ... I have ... I mean ... I seem to have."
"Veil ... " he said in a thick German accent, "I'm so very glad. You'll be more than velcome here. This is my house ... now it is your house ... do you understand. You are to consider yourself part of the family."
"I'm appreciative ... but, not to sound ungrateful, why?"
"Mmmmmm? Why? Why what?"
"Why me? Why are you granting me all this?"
He chuckled.
"Dear girl, you will be shown all things, in time. For now, you should make yourself at home."
"All right, Mr.-"
He held up his hand.
"No. No." She could see the light glistening off the surface of his totally bald head. "Daddy. You should call me Daddy."
"All right, Daddy," she said. Then, Oliver Warcrimes, richest man in America rose from his desk.
"And now, Anna, I would like you to take off your clothes."
CHAPTER ONE
The sounds of foot steps echoed through the corridors. Her footsteps, steady, regular, falling one after the other with a metronomic determination.
It was night at the Midville Orphanage, the young urchins were all nestled away in their cottages....
No one was around to see her.
The night surrounded her, protected her, hid her.
She could feel her heart beating, she could feel the blood pulsing through her veins, pounding in her throat and at her temples....
Her hands, though steady, contained just the faintest tremors, though none but she herself could possibly notice.
She felt the energy rising in her. She felt the sense of fulfillment coming once again to claim her. It was night, and she ruled supreme. She owned all the lost souls who slept here ... this was her domain, and she would do as she pleased!!
She looked down at the sleeping girl.
Her thicket of curly red hair spilled over her pillow, and her face was relaxed in a calm expression, lost in a dreamless sleep.
The woman allowed herself one last moment of silent contemplation, and then, she acted.
A quick movement of her hands and the girl's covers were torn from around her inert body.
The girl jerked upright, still half asleep, a look of blind panic on her face. "Wha-, who ... ? "
"Get up," said the woman, her voice cold and hard as a stone monolith. "Wha ... I ... I ... ? "
"Get out of bed, please," she said again.
"Now."
"Y-y-yes, Miss Fimp. I ... did I do something?"
The woman laughed, a cruel laugh that sounded more like a snarl.
"Did you do anything?" she repeated in mocking tones. "Why don't you tell me, Anna? Hmmmmm? Did you do anything?"
"I ... please, Miss Fimp. I don't know what you mean."
"I said get out of bed."
There was a rustle of covers from the other girls in the cottage ... there were four assigned to each one, and Almira Fimp, head mistress and chief disciplinarian .of the Midville Orphanage wanted to whisk this bad little girl away from the others as rapidly as possible. No sense in upsetting any more people than was necessary.
Anna jumped to the floor, and immediately began to shiver from the cold wood against her bare feet.
"I want to ask you a few questions, my dear. Get your robe on and come with me."
Anna began to tremble. Everyone knew about Miss Fimp's midnight 'invitations' to 'come with me', and Anna had no desire to learn any more about them than she already knew.
"I ... I don't understand. Miss Fimp. I haven't done anything."
"You haven't? I see. Well then, you needn't worry about anything then, correct? Just come with me, and when you've given me your explanation, you can come back. It's that simple. Assuming, of course, that you're correct in your claim that you haven't done anything."
Anna was already starting to shake noticeably.
"Get control of yourself, young lady. We'll have none of that!"
One of the other girls in the cottage had awakened now, and was sitting up in bed.
"Go back to sleep, Betty. This doesn't concern you."
"Yes, Miss Fimp, the girl said at once, her own voice registering both shock and fear at hearing Miss Pimp's voice, and relief that she was not the chosen.
Anna was quickly hustled out of the cottage and back along the stone pathways of the enchanted setting of Midville Orphanage ... enchanted in appearance only, it would seem.
They walked into the main house, and moved quickly to the dining room.
"Anna, I want to ask you something. What did we have for dinner, tonight?"
There was a pause.
"Anna, you'd best answer me."
"We had ... roast beef, Miss Fimp." The red-haired mop top cast her eyes to the floor, already knowing what was coming. "But did you have roast beef, Anna."
"No, Miss Fimp," the girl mumbled. "What's that? Speak up, I can't understand a word you're saying when you talk like that."
"I said No, Miss Fimp. I didn't have roast beef."
"I see," said the large woman, crossing her arms in a gesture of triumph. "And would you be so good as to tell me what you did have."
"I had ... fish."
"Fish. I see. Was it cooked."
"Yes ma'am."
"Ah, but was it warm?"
"No ma'am ... it was cold."
"I see. And why was it cold?"
"Because ... it was in the refrigerator from last night...."
"Oh. And why was it in the refrigerator?"
"Because I didn't eat it yesterday."
"I see. I think the entire picture is starting to become clear to me, quite clear indeed. Anna, do you think you deserve special privileges?"
"No, Miss Fimp. I don't."
"Really? You couldn't convince me of that, simply from your actions. Do you have any idea what it costs to feed a large group of hungry children like yourselves?"
"No ma'am. I don't. But I'd guess a lot."
"Very intelligent. I've always said you were bright., that if we could somehow find a way to harness that intelligence for good, instead of for the mischief you seem to always lean towards ... but that's of no matter now. You really can't expect us to prepare a separate dinner for each one of you girls, can you?"
"No ... Miss Fimp ... I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it ... you know that I can't-"
"That's not the point, little girl. You know the policy. You eat what you're served, and if you don't, you get it back the next night, and if you don't eat it then, you get it for breakfast, and you keep getting it until you do eat it. You know this. Why do you persist in try to bend the rules for your own benefit. Why can't you simply be a good little girl, why can't you simply do as you're supposed to, instead of trying our patience at every turn--! "
Almira Fimp clenched her Fists, gritted her teeth, and slowly counted to ten. The point was not lost on Anna.
"I'm sorry ... Miss Fimp ... but ... I ... I...."
"Where did you sit tonight for dinner, Anna?"
Anna began to tremble even more. "Over there," she said in a small voice, pointing to the seat.
"I see."
Miss Fimp walked over to the chair, and turned back to Anna. "Right here?" Anna nodded.
"I see. Would you come over here, Anna."
The red-haired girl slowly walked towards the head mistress as if she was approaching a gallows.
"Have a seat. I'm curious to check something."
"Y-yes, Miss Fimp."
She sat in the chair and Miss Fimp said "Would you please reach behind you, and show me how far your arm will extend."
Anna began to cry.
"Anna, you're not doing what I asked you to do."
"This isn't necessary, Miss Fimp. You know I did it. You know I'm not going to deny it."
Almira Fimp got a surprised, confused look on her face.
"Did what? Whatever are you talking about, child?"
Anna jumped out of her chair and looked behind the radiator that was right next to her seat.
"That!" she said, pointing behind it.
Almira Fimp had the gloating smile of a victor on her face. "I see. You admit that you were responsible for this awful waste, then."
Anna was crying now, her entire body shaking with sobs that sprang from a deep-seated fear inside her.
"Yes ... yes ... of course I did. You know I did. Why are you playing this game? Why?"
"Game ... you dare to challenge me? You dare to question anything that I do?"
She walked to the radiator, looked behind it, and saw there a large chunk of white fish steaks.
"You threw good food behind the radiator, while other children are starving in the world, is that right?"
Anna was crying even harder now.
"I said I'm sorry, Miss Fimp. I said I was sorry. But I can't eat it. I'm sorry. I just can't eat it. I hate it. It makes me gag. I makes me want to throw up. I just can't. And when I get it back cold like that, it's even worse."
"Child. You miss my point altogether."
"I-I'm sorry ... I don't mean to."
"You wasted good food. This was paid for by generous donations from our benefactors, and you simply wasted it. I'm shocked. I'm scandalized. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I am. Truly I am, Miss Fimp. I don't know what came over me."
"I do. You're an ungrateful child and you need to be taught a lesson. Pick it up."
"Yes Ma'am."
Still crying, and trembling, Anna reached behind the hot radiator and tried to pick up the piece of fish.
It was covered with dust and dirt, and the hot metal from the radiator burnt her wrists badly.
"Ow! That hurts."
"Oh ... now, isn't that just too bad?"
"I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to do it, Miss Fimp."
"Well, Anna, you must realize that we cannot tolerate waste. In any form. It simply cannot be allowed to happen. So, of course, this will have to be dealt with. You're going to have to be punished. But your punishment will be for the act of waste itself ... it's the thought and the desire to waste for which you shall be punished. Fortunate are you, and fortunate is the orphanage that we were able to prevent the actual waste from taking place."
"Ma'am?"
"Your fish, Anna ... it's for you. It was meant for you, and you're going to have to eat it."
Anna looked down at the dirty, dust covered piece of putrid looking white meat, and began to cry again.
"No," she finally said, "I won't. I can't."
"You misunderstand me, Anna. I'm not giving you a choice in this matter. You will eat that meat."
"No ... " said Anna, still a little uncertain about her course of action, but finding the determination to go on.
Almira Fimp heard that determination, and to her, it was nothing more than a defiant challenge to her authority. Of course, there was only one way to deal with that.
"Anna, you're going to be a very sorry little girl before this night is out. I'm going to personally see to that. But first, I'm going to promise you this. You will eat that fish.'
Finding more determination, Anna said, "No ... I won't. And you can't make me."
"Really? Well, that's very interesting, because, you see, I happen to hold a different perception of the situation. You are a ward of this orphanage. As such you are without rights, except as they come from the orphanage. If you continue to pretend that you can flaunt our authority, you're going to find a very forceful demonstration of exactly how wrong you are. Now eat that fish."
"You eat it," said the plucky redhead. She quickly threw the fish right at Almira Fimp, catching her full in the face.
Miss Fimp screamed, "Oh! You little brat! Oh, you'll regret that," and as she spoke, she lunged for Anna.
The young girl almost was able to dodge her, but Almira's hand snagged her robe at the collar, and as she jerked hard against it, the material tore right down the seam that ran the length of the garment.
The material fell open, and the girl's pajamas appeared beneath.
"Come here," snarled Miss Fimp, tightening her hold on Anna. The two of them began to struggle hard for some form of control, and the girl's strength and rage shocked Miss Fimp, who found that she was having to struggle just as hard as she could to gain any kind of advantage over the young orphan.
The fell to the floor, a mass of intertwined arms and legs, both of them struggling hard now for the upper hand.
Anna was surprised as well by her own strength. She knew that she'd been growing up, but this was something that she'd never expected, that she'd be able to take on Almira Fimp in a fight.
Of course, there was always the nasty complication that the woman did hold ultimate authority over her, but at least she'd be able to get a blow or two in before the final hammer fell.
They were gasping for breath now, and Anna could sense that Almira was getting more and more enraged by the girl's resistance, and particularly by the fact that she was able to do it so successfully.
Almira reached behind her and picked up a large chunk of the fish from off the floor where it had fallen and began to stuff it into Anna's mouth.
The taste of cold, heavily oiled fish is possibly one of the most disgusting that can be imagined ... or produced.
Anna smelled it and immediately started to gag, but then, when Almira started to stuff it into her mouth, the gag reflex threatened to turn serious.
She could smell the putrid meat, she could taste it on her lips, and as she looked up at the woman's eyes, she could see that the lady was totally determined to do this awful thing.
Almira had her legs wrapped around Anna's body, pinning her, and with her hands, she began to pry the girl's jaws opened. She wasn't able to get them very far apart, but she didn't need to. She managed to stuff some of the fish into Anna's mouth, and the girl instantly spat it back out, right in Miss Fimp's face. Something triggered in Anna then, something that filled her so full of rage that she couldn't control herself.
She began to fight, to struggle, to work her hands free and to begin pummeling the woman with them. After all, she was much younger, and as she was well into adolescence (her exact age was unknown to the administration) her strength was considerable. Much more than Almira Fimp had apparently given her credit for having.
She began to kick as well as fight, and succeeded in knocking the rest of the meat out of the woman's hand.
"You little bitch," said Almira, her voice low with anger now.
"You leave me alone," said Anna. "I don't have to put up with this. You treat all the girls this way, and it's disgusting, and I think it's time you stopped. You don't own us. You just get your kicks out of hurting people."
"Oh ... so you're going to tell me what I like to do, is that it?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you, you disgusting creature."
Suddenly, Anna landed a solid blow with her foot right between Almira's legs.
The woman cried out, loudly, and Anna could hear the pain in her voice and knew that she'd scored a direct hit.
Then she started to go for the woman's eyes.
Her fingernails were fairly long, and she had no doubts that she could do some serious damage if she was able to get to them, but the woman was quite strong herself, and once it became clear that Anna was a formidable opponent, Almira had turned herself up to full steam and now the two females were locked in a death grip with each other, rolling around on the floor, literally fighting to the death.
In the course of the struggle, Anna's pajamas, of course, began to come off, and soon Almira could feel those firm young budding breasts pressing against her arm, her hand, her cheek....
Oh, they felt so good, so deliciously good ... she wanted to hold them, to squeeze them....
How old could this girl be? With fine breasts like that, she surely must be easily sixteen ... yet her records had estimated her at only thirteen ... but that would have to be changed, thought Almira to herself ... she was far too advanced in her physical development.
Almira suddenly realized that she'd been allowing herself to become preoccupied with the girl's body ... and her lust for the same, and so, she wasn't expecting it when Anna landed another blow to her crotch ... this time, with her hands, reaching up beneath her skirt and slipping beneath the elastic band of her panties and grabbing a fistful of her pubic hair and pulling just as hard as she could.
"Ow!! " cried Miss Fimp. "Stop that, you bitch. You worthless little brat!! ! I'm going to break you for that."
This was something new to Almira. Never before had anyone ever fought back like this. They all simply submitted ... passively, not liking it ... but not complaining ... and certainly never to utter a public comment about what when on. Perhaps they would talk among themselves, but that was of no interest to Almira. If anything it enhanced her image as an authority figure....
This was something that had never happened before....
A child fighting back. Why, the implications were staggering ... to say nothing of frightening.
Whatever would happen if all the girls developed a habit like this? Or ... horrors, if the boys on the other side of the property got wind of this and became even more rebellious than they already were ... no, that could not be allowed to happen. This little bitch was going to have to be taught a lesson, and fast.
But first, there was this Godawful pain in her cunt lips to deal with, from what felt like her pubic hair all being ripped out by the roots.
"Stop it!! ! Stop it!! " she shrieked.
"Fuck you, bitch," said Anna. "I don't have to put up with your shit. If you're going to play dirty with me, I'm going to play just as dirty with you."
She jerked harder on the woman's cunt, and she felt Miss Fimp's body shudder from the pain. It gave her a great feeling of satisfaction.
But the woman proved too strong for her, and slowly managed to break her grip. But in the course of their struggle, her clothing became quite disheveled, and her panties literally worked their way down her legs, and somehow managed to wind up on the floor.
Anna's pajamas-likewise were becoming quite badly disarranged, and now, she felt not only her breasts touching against Almira's body, but her buttocks and her hips ... and her thighs....
She was almost totally naked.
Miss Fimp's skirt was raised above her waist, and suddenly, she could feel their two pussies rubbing against each other.
Almira started to snarl again (that seemed to be the one thing that she consistently did best) and they renewed their struggle with more intensity then even before.
Slowly their legs interlocked.
Without realizing it, or without trying to accomplish it, Anna had managed to lock her legs into Almira's so that each naked slit was approaching the other....
Legs overlapping, Anna's feet moving up towards Almira's head, cunts in direct contact now, they began to feel a rising heat within their bodies, something that went beyond even the heat from their fight.
They were enraged, and at the same time, their cunts were enflamed. A continuing increase in passion, fueled now by any emotion at all, no matter what.
Almira felt the girl's wet cunt flesh pressing against her own, felt her own clit starting to swell and stiffen, felt herself growing more and more aroused, more and more heated, felt her juices starting to flow with an increased fury now, oozing thick as syrup through the parted lips of her cunt....
She pressed harder and she could feel the girl's body, in spite of herself, press back, responding, reacting, growing more and more aroused from the fury and passion of their encounter.
"You love it, don't you, you little slut," asked Almira.
"Leave ... me ... alone ... " Anna gasped, straining as hard as she could against the grip of the woman's legs. It was to no avail.
"You're never going to escape me, no matter what you do, and you might as well accept it, do you hear? You're here, and you're in my power and control, and nothing you do will change that."
Anna writhed in the grip of the woman's legs and arms, but everything she did served only to increase the pressure against her cunt, the pressure of Almira Fimp's pussy split and open, pressing down on her own.
"No ... no ... no ... " she started to gasp, reaching with her hands at the woman's head, grabbing a hunk of hair and pulling on it as hard as she could.
"Leave me alone ... leave me alone," she cried. She pulled as hard as she could but nothing would slacken the woman's grip.
Suddenly, Almira was able to pull one of her arms free and she jammed it up against the girl's face.
Anna felt the woman's fingers pressing against her cheeks, pressing into her mouth, into her eyes ... there was a finger between her teeth now, and she bit down on it ... hard.
Almira screamed, loudly, and her body jerked.
The pressure of her cunt against Anna's increased dramatically, squashing her pelvic bones up against Anna's clit.
Anna felt a blast of sensation ripping through her body, welling up from within the depths of her cunt, sending an electric charge coursing all through her nerves, shooting sharp tingles of sensation to the very tips of each nerve ending, shattering a blast through all the neurons in her brain.
She began to come, in spite of herself, perhaps, in some strange way, even because of the rage and revulsion she was feeling toward the woman. The increase in her response was due not to any particularly erotic sensation, but simply from the overwhelming wealth of sensation, all of it surging through her at once.
Almira began to feel the heat from Anna's body, and it became infectous. She started to rub her pussy up and down over the girl, back and forth, rubbing her cunt against Anna's, spreading both their juices over their lips, and spreading it through their thick mats of pubic hair....
Suddenly Anna's body went rigid, her muscles all tensed up, and she started to moan, a continual sound, unbroken, building in intensity with each passing second.
"Oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she started to cry over and over, seeming to be unable to control what her voice was saying, and what her body was doing. Again and again, spasms ripped through her muscles, sending blinding currents of electric sensation tearing all through the tissues and membranes of her cunt, sending a rippling current of tingles up and down her spine, causing a rash of goose-bumps to break out over the surface of her skin, causing her nipples to go hard and rigid, and forcing her to forget, even for just a second, that she was sickened by the woman, that the feelings blasting through her brain were alien, were not something that she wanted to be feeling, were something she wanted desperately to gain control of....
And for that moment, she embraced the cruel woman, wrapped her arms around her, pressed her cunt hard against the woman's crotch, felt her clit pressing against the woman's flesh, felt her thick patch of pubic hair scratching and scraping over her clit, felt her juices rising in heat and quantity, and at last, she felt herself coming, again and again....
Wave after wave of it, rolling over her like a steam press ... flattening her, draining her of all energy, sending her mind out into the stratosphere, sending her brain blasting through the back of her skull ... out into space, where it's probably somewhere past Venus by now....
She lost all sense of who she was, of what was happening to her, she lost control of her body, and indeed, for a brief instant, actually felt as if she was floating in space above herself, as if she could look down on the demented scene, and somehow see it as perfect ... beautiful ... right....
And then, they were still.
She felt the blood pound in her veins, felt her heat thumping over and over in her breast....
She was dizzy, she was exhausted, she was totally limp and coated wjth a cooling layer of sweat.
And slowly, as her senses returned ... as she slowly regain her composure, as she steadily returned to the rational world, she began to feel a greater and greater sense of floating....
She felt the woman's body against hers and it began to feel scaly ... leathery ... like the cold surface of some alien reptile, unable to feel the faintest warmth of human emotions ... and she began to perceive the scene for what it truly was ... a cold-blooded, reptilian rape ... she'd been used, she'd been the instrument by which a perverted sick mind had enabled itself to gain some form of degenerate release.
And it made her feel dirty, feel as though she'd cheapened herself hopelessly, irreparably.
She suddenly let out a loud scream.
Almira Fimp quickly clamped her hand over the girl's mouth, jammed it over her tightly, trying to keep her silent.
"You stupid fool, you're going to regret that. Trying to make me look bad, are you?"
Almira was quickly on her feet and had gathered Anna's clothes in her hands. She tossed them to the girl.
"Here," she said, coldly, "put these on. I'm sick of your naked body. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Anna was shaking , both from fear and from rage ... with a healthy touch of total confusion thrown in. What had just happened to her? And how, when it was so terrible, had she even for a moment found it to be enjoyable? It was incomprehensible ... and it was frightening. Did that mean that down, deep, beneath the surface, she was no better than the sick woman responsible? It was a frightening thought, one that she couldn't hope to come to terms with ... particularly not in the state of shock which that assault had left her in.
She stepped into her pajamas again, and tried unsuccessfully to resnap them, but with her fingers shaking as badly as they were, there was no way that she could.
Almira watched, gloating, and then the woman rearranged her clothing, and said, "I hope you let that be a lesson to you, little girl. Don't ever try to get away something so hideous again. Waste is a terrible thing, and if you are forced to go without food for a day or two, you might begin to appreciate that.
Anna refused to look at the woman. Almira waited a moment for her to respond, and when the girl kept her eyes cast to the floor, she reached out and grabbed Anna by her chin.
She jerked her head upwards, forcing her to look at her face.
, Anna still averted her eyes, and Almira slapped her across the cheek. Hard.
"You look at me when I'm talking to you, do you hear?"
Anna kept her eyes to the side.
"I said look at me," Almira said, her voice approaching hysteria."
Still Anna refused.
Almira slapped her again, and again, and again, and still Anna refused to look her in the eyes.
Almira, already well past the point of being able to control either her lust or her mindless urges, now went completely berserk, and began to slap and hit the hapless girl wherever she could land a blow.
Anna felt the woman's rage as she pummeled her with her fists, striking her face and her back, her neck, her breasts ... every where across her body.
Anna remained silent.
I will not cry out, she thought to herself ... I will not cry out. I will not make a sound.
Her stoicism simply increased Almira's rage, and she increased the force of her blows, trying to force a reaction of some sort out of the girl ... trying hard as she could to break her ... trying to establish her control over her.
Through the haze of her pain, Anna somehow understood this, at least at some subconscious level where words and logic were not only unnecessary, they simply couldn't function.
She realized that every second of silence, every second of cold endurance was a small triumph, a battle won, and as they added up, and as the woman grew more and more frenzied, she sensed that a major victory was within her grasp. For what else did a woman like Almira Fimp have, if not a physical power, an ability to intimidate ... to control, to frighten....
Take that away and she would be forced to rely on her own personal attributes, which were, of course, nil. And she understood that. Anna knew it ... could sense it ... could tell that the woman was running not only out of strength and stamina, but that she was running out of options as well ... she had no where left to turn, once she failed to break Anna with her fists.
Anna drew strength from that knowledge, from the awareness that she had an ability to stand up to the woman ... that she could resist ... that she could retain some minor degree of personal integrity.
Almira's eyes were slowly losing their ability to remain focused on any one object. They began to trace separate and unrelated paths through the room. She started to swing with a much more reckless and careless approach, and finally, she began missing Anna altogether, although those blows that she did manage to land were extremely painful.
But then, Anna heard footsteps, heard voices, felt the presence of others in the room, heard sounds of struggle, heard Almira's voice crying "NO, no, no, no, leave me alone, don't you see, she wants it, she was asking for it, I'm just doing my job ... no, no, no," and she felt herself once again floating ... this time on a bed of pain, none of which she'd asked for ... but which nonetheless was all too real....
And as her world started to go black and she felt supporting hands touching her and holding her, and strained to make out the soothing voices that came to her through the fog of her pain, she sensed that she'd won ... if only she could figure out specifically what her victory had netted for her.
And then, she collapsed. And her world winked out.
CHAPTER TWO
"You have a visitor, Anna," said the nurse.
Anna looked up from her hospital bed, and for a moment, she thought she was looking into the face of Almira Fimp again.
She started to cry out, but then, the nurse flicked on the other lights in the room, and Anna could see that the resemblance was only superficial.
"Hello, little girl. Anna, isn't it?"
The red-haired girl nodded.
"Well, I understand you've been through an awful lot, haven't you?"
Anna pondered for a moment and then said "Well, I guess no more than a lot of people. You know?"
The woman nodded understandingly. "You don't have to try to play down what you feel ... I know the story, and I know what you've been through, and I want you to know that everything's going to be all right."
"Really? And how is that?"
Anna, for some reason, was finding it difficult to trust the woman. Perhaps it was just the residue of her first impression, that the woman was Almira Fimp ... or perhaps the resemblance went deeper ... were there silent, unperceived frequencies that the woman was broadcasting to Anna?
Possibly. Whatever, soon after their conversation began, Anna had already decided that whatever her reason for coming to the hospital to visit, it was for no reason that would do her any good.
The woman was smiling and talking to her in a friendly manner, though, and Anna found that she was compelling, despite the strange vibrations that she was giving off.
"We think that it's absolutely horrible, the treatment that you received, and we just want you to know that steps have been taken to make sure that nothing like that can happen again."
Great, thought Anna. Does me a lot of good. She still felt the painful bruises on her cheek every time she tried to smile. And her clitoris was still sensitive and sore from the brutal rape ... of sorts ... that she'd been forced to endure.
"We understand that you've been through a very traumatic experience...."
The woman was continuing to talk, but Anna wasn't really listening ... what's she want with me, she was thinking instead. What brings her here.
" ... so what we were wondering...."
Ah, here it comes, thought Anna.
". . .and come to live with him...."
Huh? "Wait a minute," said Anna suddenly. "What's that you said?"
"Eh? Excuse me dear? Weren't you listening?"
"Umm ... no ... not really. Look, I'm sorry, but I don't feel all that well, and I'm a little shy right now ... but it you'd just run that by me again ... real slow, I'd be glad to listen."
The woman grimaced, momentarily, and again, Anna felt a pang of displeasure ... God, the woman looked like Almira Fimp when she scowled. Leapin' Lizards, that's all she needed, was Almira's double.
"What I came to suggest, dear," the woman began, forcing a tone of tolerance and patience, "is that you come to live with us."
Anna had no idea what the woman was talking about, but if it involved living with her, there wasn't any way she'd consider it.
She started to shake her head when the woman continued "Oliver would simply love to have you as a house guest for a while."
"Oliver? I don't understand...."
"Oliver Warcrimes. The chief benefactor of this orphanage, child. Surely you've heard of him."
Anna remembered the name now, but she really knew little about the elusive Mr. Warcrimes, other than the fact that he was extremely wealthy, and that he was involved in a wide variety of business deals. She had never seen him ... indeed, very few people had ever seen him.
But many felt the long arm of his influence ... many more felt it than were aware of it.
What does he want with me?" Anna asked, confused.
The woman sighed, an exasperated sigh. "Don't you ever listen to a thing anyone says to you, child. Perhaps Mr. Warcrimes might be advised to reconsider his offer."
Anna frowned. "Look, Tin sorry, I was preoccupied, all right. Now, if you want to make a federal case out of it, fine, we'll go to the Supreme Court, but it'd be a lot simpler if you just told me what was on your mind."
The woman stared at Anna in shock.
"Child, you've got a smart, surly mouth. You should keep it under control. Bad things happen to little girls with smart mouths."
The woman really was starting to sound like Almira Fimp now.
"Look, I don't know what the hell you want, but why don't you either get to the point, or just walk. All right? I mean, who needs this crap?"
Anna was surprised by her annoyance. Usually, she was much more tolerant of people, but there was something about this woman that suggested that she simply wasn't worthy of tolerance ... or of much else, either.
"I'm going to repeat myself this once ... although I do not enjoy repeating myself for any reason ... and then, you may consider what I've said. Alone, for I am going to leave as soon as I am finished, having discharged the duty that I was sent by Mr. Warcrimes to discharge. He has heard of your misfortune, and, he has examined your records, and your past history. He has, for some unknown reason, taken pity on you, and wishes to try and make up the damage that may have been done you here. He has offered to allow you to come live with him. Perhaps for a while, perhaps for an extended time ... perhaps for good ... that would depend on the way the relationship evolves. This is an opportunity that does not often come to an orphan and a waif like yourself. If you want my advice, I'd accept his offer ... despite the fact that I'm going to recommend highly that he withdraw it. Personally, I feel that you are most unworthy of his kindness ... however I can almost safely predict that the offer will stand. Mr. Warcrimes-likes to determine the truth of situations for himself. You may now consider the offer ... in silence ... and alone." She rose to leave.
"Leapin' Lizards," Anna exclaimed, "just a second."
"Leaping ... what?" said the woman, casting a disparaging eye toward the red-haired girl. "I don't even know your name," said Anna. "I'm Amanda Torque. Leaping ... what."
"What's your job?"
"You ask an awful lot of question for an urchin, you realize that don't you?"
"I just want to know if you're going to be around. If so, I don't think I'm going to be able to accept."
"The woman arched an eyebrow.
"I do not appreciate that comment."
"Yeah? Well, I don't care. I don't know who the hell you think you are, or really, who this Mr. Warcrimes is either, but I think I'll do nicely on my own, thank you. I've gotten along real nicely already, and I'm getting on towards fourteen. Maybe more ... they really don't know."
"Yes ... I'm aware of that ... you came here as a baby ... parentage unknown. I've told Mr. Warcrimes that he is taking a grave risk, granting you the scope and social station that his name would afford you ... he knows nothing of your breeding, or of your latent tendencies...."
"Yeah, well, I'll tell you what, Miss Torque. I think a person's breeding doesn't mean a whole lot ... it's what the person is, not where they came from that makes the most sense."
The woman looked at her as if she was crazed.
"Poor child. If that isn't a proletarian sentiment, I've never heard one. Please, I must go. It's been ... fascinating ... chatting with you. Consider the offer. It won't be extended again."
She turned and left. Leapin' Lizards, thought Anna. Now if that wasn't a strange can of worms. What brought that on? And did she need it?
No.
That woman gave her the creeps. She would be worse than Almira Fimp. At least Miss Fimp had been a small time person, with small time lusts and small-time kinks.
But this woman ... wow! It was weird ... she was so much like Miss Fimp it was scary ... except that ... if she worked for Mr. Warcrimes ... Geeez ... what kind of power was she used to?
No way, thought Anna. No way at all. There were some places that a young orphan was just not meant to go, and that was one of them ... she knew that without any problem at all.
She settled back in the bed. Soon, they'd be letting her out of the hospital and they'd be sending her back to the orphanage ... and even though Miss Fimp was not around anymore (they said she'd been shipped off to the State funny farm in a white jacket) there was something about that place that bothered her ... bad.
She'd been feeling closed in for a long time, and now, there wasn't much else that the place could give her except a lot of bad memories. No, she thought to herself. That's the end. I won't go back there. I won't. They're never going to miss me. And I won't miss them . ...
Oh, maybe one or two of the girls, but that wasn't a very strong consideration. There were always friends to be made. After all, tomorrow is another day, right?
She got out of bed and decided to take a walk around the hospital. She was really in there simply as a precaution. They didn't want any harm to come to any of their wards, so the orphanage put her in the hospital right away, to make certain that nothing at all would happen to her. But she was really just frightened and had only been beaten up, and hurt superficially. There wasn't anything seriously wrong with her. So, they allowed her to walk around. That was good. She'd have gone out of her mind if all she'd been able to do all day long was to lie in bed and watch TV.
Ugh! What a horrible thought.
Not that walking around the halls of the hospital was much more fun.
There were people everywhere who were in pain, people who were probably dying, and some of them even knew it ... people without hope ... people who were so much more pathetic than she was....
She had her health, she thought to herself ... that's all that was really necessary. Everything else can be acquired at one time or another, but if you don't have your health, you don't really have too much else going for you.
She decided to walk out onto the sun-deck, just to see what kind of day it was. She wanted to feel the sun on her again. She wanted to feel happy. She wanted to feel free.
Oh wow, she thought. as she pushed open the doors, feel that, would you. It was wonderful. Everything looked so bright, and so gay ... yellow and green and blue as far as she could see.
The hospital was set in the middle of a great expanse of park-like landscaped grounds, and the city was a dim protrusion on the horizon from where she stood. It was gorgeous.
The sun was shining, and everything looked fresh and bright, almost as if a long rainstorm had finally ended.
She thought about it more and more, thought about the orphanage, thought about Almira Fimp, and about her strange doppelganger Amanda Torque, about the elusive Mr. Warcrimes, and finally, about herself. She couldn't see where anyone but her own self was really important to her survival ... that's what it was all about, wasn't it? Her survival. Getting along ... success....
All of that was secondary. It was her survival that was the primary goal, and she was coming to see that she needed only one thing ... her own freedom ... otherwise, she wasn't really surviving ... she was sucking off of someone else. Well ... was that what she wanted?
"NO Sir!! " she said, aloud.
A nurse looked up.
"Yes?" she asked. "Can I help you?"
Anna felt a little embarrassed. "Oh, no, Via sorry. I was just thinking out loud."
The nurse got a worried look on her face. "Are you all right?"
"Sure," said Anna.
"Oh yes ... you're the little girl from the orphanage, aren't you? Yes ... I remember now. How are you feeling?"
"Just fine," said Anna, noting that the nurse was looking at the bruises on her face. "I look a little funny still, but I feel okay, honest."
"Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that," said the nurse. "You had some people pretty concerned about you."
"Really? Who?"
The nurse smiled. "Oh, just some important people."
Anna was confused. "I don't understand ... who'd be concerned about a little orphan like me? No body knows me, and no body owns me or wants to claim me. So why should anyone worry about me?"
"Well, I don't know about that, but I do know that the supervisor of the hospital gave explicit instructions that you be given the best care, and around the clock supervision, and that anything you asked for be given you."
"What? Shucks, that's silly. I don't ask for much."
"Well, all I know is that there were some pretty important people worried about your health."
"Gosh. I guess that's pretty nice, but it sure don't make any sense."
"Doesn't."
"Doesn't what."
"Doesn't make any sense."
"That's what I said."
"No, you said don't."
"Well, it don't make too much sense. Why would he care about me?"
"Well, I think it was one of the Board Members, if you want to know the truth."
Anna frowned. "I don't get it. What's going on here?"
The nurse smiled, patted her on the head. "You're a cute little girl, and I think you've got a guardian angel looking after you. Take care of yourself ... you're a lucky person."
"Wait a minute," Anna called after her, but the nurse turned around and said "I really have to get back to my rounds. Take care, and good luck."
Huh? thought Anna. That made no sense at all. What was happening here.
She frowned again, getting more and more confused. Well ... it didn't matter, she thought.
Probably just someone who didn't want the orphanage to get a bad name, or something like that.
Shucks, maybe it was that Mr. Warcrimes again, though she couldn't figure out why he'd be so interested in her. But she really didn't care all that much. She really only wanted to get out of the hospital, and strike out on her own. Whatever was happening here was something that she was getting ready to leave behind, and fast.
She walked through the hospital some more, wandering all over ... it felt good to be up and about again. Everywhere she went, people turned and smiled at her, treating her with respect, almost. That was pretty strange too.
She found herself in the lobby, and there, along one wall was a large plaque dedicated to the people who had helped build the hospital.
Well gosh darn, she thought, reading over the names, would you look at that. There, near the bottom of the alphabetically arranged list of names, was one Oliver Warcrimes....
So, the man had had a hand in this hospital ... what was it that the nurse had said to her ... that someone on the Board of Directors had pressured the supervisor in her behalf.
Wow ... that's strange, she thought. Why would someone like Oliver Warcrimes, maybe one of the richest and most powerful men in the world, be interested in a little girl like her?
There was something almost eerie about it ... not quite frightening ... but she didn't really like the idea of forces moving her life behind the scenes ... she didn't like to think that someone that rich was playing with her ... no matter what his intentions might be.
That was it, as far as she was concerned. She'd seen enough. It was time to make her escape.
She returned to her room, opened the closet and carefully removed her clothes from the hangers.
There was only a single dress and a sweater, and her shoes and stockings ... she didn't even have a bag.
But she had herself. Who needed anything more. Things were too weird. She hated the orphanage anyway, and she surely didn't want to go back there ... and now, as far as she was concerned, there was a much better reason for running. She didn't know what the deal was with Oliver Warcrimes, but she didn't want to wait around and find out. Who needed it? Her? Not hardly. She carefully slipped down the halls, and then, once in the lobby, she simply walked out the front door, thinking that no one recognized her, thinking that she'd gotten away without anyone knowing. She was, of course, wrong, but she wouldn't realize that until much later.
* * *
Leapin' Lizards, she thought, now what?
She was standing at the busiest intersection in town, and while it was only about fifteen blocks from the orphanage that had been her home for so long, she felt like she was in another world. It was a little scarey not having any place to go for the night. And she was also starting to feel a little hungry. But there just wasn't any point in getting depressed about it. The only thing to do was to put a smile on her face and strike out into the world. She was convinced that everything was attitude. A good attitude could accomplish wonders.
Which meant, she had to figure out a way to focus that good attitude on getting her a meal. Across the street, a sign was flashing.
EATS! HOT MEALS!
Urn hmmmm, thought Anna. That was about right.
"Mister," she said to the man behind the counter, "I'd be glad to do some work in exchange for a meal."
He looked at her like she was crazy.
"G'wan, get out of here. You crazy or something?"
"No," she said earnestly, "I'm serious."
"Look kid, beat it. I don't have time for games. What would your parents say, they knew you were doing this?"
"I don't have any parents. And I don't have any money either. But I'm a good worker, and I'm willing to do anything you need to have done."
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "You're serious, aren't you."
"Sure am."
He continued to stare at her, particularly at her breasts.
"Look kid, how old are you?"
Anna shrugged and said "I don't know. They told me around fourteen, but I don't think they knew what they were talking about."
"Oh ... I see. Look, I don't want to get in trouble with the labor people or anything, you know what I'm saying?"
"Sure. Look, I just need a meal, that's all. I'm powerful hungry."
"Yeah ... well, what can you do?"
"I can wash dishes, I can wash windows and scrub floors, and I can wait on tables ... I can do anything you need to have done.
"You can, huh?"
"Sure."
"All right," he said, his voice taking on a strange sound to it. I got an idea what you can do for me."
"Really? Then we have a deal?"
"Sure. Why not? You look like an honest kid. I'd hate to see you going hungry."
"Oh, wow, thanks mister," she said, hopping up on one of the counter stools.
"So, what do you want?"
"What's the house special."
"Today ... it's beef stew."
"Yummy ... that sounds great."
"Heh, heh, it does, huh? Well then, I guess it's a hot bowl of beef stew coming right up, huh?"
He set the bowl in front of her, and she dove into it with a passion. It was indeed good, and she realized that hospital food really hadn't been doing the trick for her.
"Are you the only one who works here?" she asked.
"Yeah ... I had a waitress, but she was too sloppy and too lazy ... she'd not only make the customers wait for way too long, she'd usually spill shit on them after she got their stuff to them. I had to let her go."
"So I guess that means that you're going to need a waitress, huh?"
"Well, gosh, I don't know, kid. I don't want to commit myself, you know? I mean, you're pretty young, and I'd hate to get in trouble with the labor people...."
"I won't say anything."
"We might work something out."
He continued to stare at her as she ate, but she was too hungry to really pay much attention. She did look around the place however, and thought it was kind of cute and quaint. There was chrome all around, and glistening white tile ... a place out of the past ... like a set for a period movie, or something. A couple of other people came in while she was eating, but then, when they'd left, she'd noticed that he went over and hung up the CLOSED sign.
"Wow, aren't you closing up pretty early in the day?" she asked.
"Well, I figure if I'm going to train you to do some work around here, it's best if we aren't disturbed."
"Oh. Okay. I guess so."
He walked back behind the counter.
"So come on around here, darling, and I'll show you the ropes. By the way, my name's Gus."
He held out his hand. She took it. "I'm Anna," she said, giving him a smile.
He kept a hold on her hand.
"Anna ... that's a pretty name. A real pretty name."
"Thank you," she said, smiling again, but pulling her hand away from him.
"So, Anna ... I hope you don't mind doing a lot of ... different things."
"Oh no. Really ... I'd be grateful for the opportunity. Really. That's what made this country great, don't you think? I mean, being willing to work for a living, and all."
"Yeah ... whatever you say."
"So, what did you have in mind," Anna said, looking around and noting that everything was pretty clean already.
"Well, I'll tell you, there's not really a whole lot of things that I'd be needing from you, as far as the diner is concerned. You know. I mean, it's a pretty small operation ... and there isn't a lot of things that need doing."
"Oh ... well then, what did you have in mind."
"Well, Anna, I'll be honest with you ... I get lonely sometimes ... I surely do ... and you know, a man gets lonely, he starts to really wishing that someone could be around to ... well, you know ... to take care of him."
Anna nodded slowly, and then she said , "No. I don't know. What do you mean."
He laughed, a little nervously.
"Well ... you see ... there's ... needs ... you know ... ? needs, that a man has ... he needs things.. , he has a powerful need ... that NEED can sometimes get out of hand ... you know ... ?
And then, he NEEDS to have that NEED taken care of ... do you know what I mean?" She shook her head.
"Tell me, Anna, have you known many men?"
She shook her head again. "They wouldn't let us get together with them at the orphanage."
He nodded slowly ... pondering this.
"Well, tell me then, do you know anything about men?"
"Well ... sure ... I mean ... yeah?"
What was this guy getting at.
"Anna, would you tell me this ... do you know much about the facts of life?"
"Huh?"
He was smiling a little strangely now, and he was rubbing between his legs.
"The facts of life ... Anna ... you know ... about men and women, and what they do together?"
She frowned again. Leapin' Lizards, what was this guy talking about. And what was he rubbing himself for?
"I don't know what you mean, Gus," said Anna, not sure if she should be afraid of this guy or what.
"Well, tell me this, Anna, would you be interested in taking care of my needs?"
"Well sure ... I mean, gosh, Gus, you were real nice to me, and fed me and all ... I'd love to help you. What do you need?"
He was staring real strangely at her now.
"Come here, Anna," he said, a distant look in his eyes. He was rubbing himself even harder now, and she thought she could see why. There was something that seemed to be hurting him there ... at least it was swelling up real bad.
"Gosh ... are you all right?" Anna asked.
Gus was rubbing harder and harder, and his eyes were sort of losing focus.
"Oh ... I'm doing all right. Anna my little nymph, but I sure could use a little assistance, if you'd be so kind."
Anna was puzzled, but sure could see that Gus was in some kind of trouble. "What can I do, Gus? How can I help you?"
She walked over to the man, and saw that there was something inside his pants that was getting ready to explode.
"My gosh, Gus, what's happening to you? Why are you so big?"
He chuckled.
"Well Anna, that's sort of what I was hoping you'd help me fix."
"Sure ... if I can. I don't think that I'd know what to do. Maybe you need a doctor."
"No ... oh no ... you're just what I need, I promise you. You're exactly what I need."
"Well, just show me what you want me to do, Gus, and I'll be glad to do whatever I can."
He took her hand and placed it right on his crotch.
"Wow ... what is that, Gus. I don't think I've ever seen anything like this before in my life."
"Really ... well, you're going to be seeing a lot more of it my dear, and you're going to be seeing it quite often too ... oh yes ... press on it, would you ... please press on it."
"On what ... Gus, I don't want to hurt it."
"It already hurts, that's why I want you to press on it."
"But Gus, I don't understand. Really, I don't. You have to explain it to me."
"There's nothing to explain, my dear
"You just have to do it."
She was pressing against him now, and could feel that whatever it was, it was not the large rounded bulge that she'd originally imagined ... this felt more like a much larger version of the thing that she knew all boys had between their legs ... except that this was real stiff and hard....
My gosh ... could it be? Was there something wrong with Gus's thing? That was really a shame ... but even so, it still didn't seem like she was the one who should be dealing with it. It seemed like it was something that was a job for a doctor instead.
But she had to trust him ... she had to assume that he knew what worked for him, and gosh, if she could help him, she surely wanted to. He'd been so nice to her and all.
"Stick your hand down inside my pants, Anna, and touch it. Would you please."
"Are you sure I won't hurt it," she asked.
"Oh, I'm sure. I'm sure. It would feel good."
She did as he asked, and was shocked to feel how stiff it really was.
"Oh, wow," she said, "why's it so stiff, Gus."
"Heh, heh ... " was all he would say.
She kept her fingers on it and then asked, "What can I do for you? How can I make it feel better?"
He quickly unbuckled his pants and let them drop, and his underwear followed at once.
She gasped when she saw him naked.
It was his thing! And it was so swollen, it looked like it would explode. It was easily fifteen times bigger than anything she'd ever seen before. Of course, all those things had been on little children ... but still, it looked like there was something really wrong with it, for it to be so huge and swollen.
"Does it hurt," she asked keeping her fingers on it.
"Only' when you stop touching it," he gasped.
She stared at him, and then she stared more closely at his body ... particularly at the large sack of balls hanging between his legs.
It too looked massive, and swollen, and seemed to hurt. She'd always heard that you shouldn't kick a boy 'there', because it could really hurt him and mess him up, but she'd never really given a lot of thought to whatever it was that was down there.
She sure was now, though. She dropped down to her knees and began to study it more closely.
"What can I do for it, Gus?" she asked.
"Keep touching it. Stroke it. Squeeze it."
"Squeeze it!" she exclaimed, horrified. "I couldn't. It would blow up, wouldn't it?"
He laughed ... well, maybe, but not like you're thinking."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see. Go on, squeeze it."
"Oh Gus, I'm afraid. I couldn't."
"Anna, do it. Do it for me. Please. I need it. I told you that I had things that I needed ... well that's something that I need you to do ... for me ... would you do that?"
She gingerly touched it, and found, to her amazement, that the thing had actually gotten stiffer.
She remembered the one time that she'd helped give a little baby boy a bath, and she'd touched his thing. It had been soft, and real mushy, and there hadn't been anything that would have suggested that they could ever get this bad. She didn't think he would ever be cured, but if he said this would help, she wasn't going to argue with him.
She wrapped her fingers around the long stiff shaft, tightened them carefully ... she didn't want to hurt it if she could avoid it, but when she started to really increase the pressure and she heard him starting to moan, and heard his breathing getting harder, she quickly stopped.
"No!" he cried. "Keep it up!"
"But it sounded like I was hurting you," she cried.
"Trust me, you weren't. Please, do what I tell you. Squeeze it."
"Is that going to squeeze all the stuff out of it?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah ... sure. That's what's going to happen. How'd you know? You ever done this before?"
She shook her head. "Then will it get softer?"
He chuckled. "Yeah. That's what's going to happen. It's going to get softer."
"And then it will feel better, huh?"
"Oh ... well, I don't know if it could feel much better than it does right now, but yeah, I guess it'll feel pretty good."
So, in spite of her reservations, Anna tightened her grip on that swollen thing that was sticking out between Gus's legs, and slowly began to squeeze.
"Mmmmmmm ... yeah," he said softly, his eyes closed. He placed his large hand around her small hand and began to pull and push on it, back and forth, back and forth, pulling her small fists (both of which were closed tightly as she could manage around his swollen cock) back and forth up and down the length of the thing.
"Is that what makes it feel better?" she asked.
"Oh ... it's damn sure helping."
"How come nothing's coming out yet," she asked.
"You have to be patient. It will," he said.
"Yeah, but ... I mean, if it's in there, and it's making you so stiff, why doesn't it come out the little hole when I squeeze?"
"You have to keep doing it."
"Oh ... you mean like this ... " she said, and she began to stroke him harder.
"Yeah ... yeah ... that's fine ... that's real fine...."
"Gosh, this is really strange, Gus. I never knew that something like this was ever supposed to happen. Does it happen to you very much?"
"Not nearly enough."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean just that. It doesn't happen enough. But Anna darling, now that you're here, maybe it will ... eh what?"
"I sure hope so. Gus ... I sure hope that I can help you out."
"Oh Anna, you're doing such a fine job on old Gus ... I do so appreciate it ... I want you to know that. I do so appreciate it."
"I'm glad Gus," she said, noting the way that the tip of his thing was so much larger than the rest of the shaft, particularly at the base of the head.:, it reminded her of a mushroom ... or a spear with a large point on it."
"Am I doing it right?" she asked. "Huh? Oh! Yeah ... God yeah ... you're doing fine. You sure you've never seen um ... one of these before? Never played with one?"
"Never like this, Gus," said Anna, wondering why she was feeling so hot all of a sudden. It was like she was breaking out in a cold sweat, yet, she didn't feel a chill exactly. It was more like ... well, like tingles at the back of your neck when you're scared of a sound in the dark ... and maybe she was a little scared ... but that wasn't quite it either....
And then, there was that strange feeling in between her legs ... a lot like what she'd felt that day with Miss Fimp ... but she'd thought that was because she was angry ... and now ... well ... what was she, anyway? She was starting to have a little difficulty figuring that out.
One thing she was ... she was stroking that big thing of his back and forth, moving a little faster, faster, a little faster still....
"Easy, girl. Not quite so hard ... you'll make it pop."
She quickly pulled her hands away.
"Gosh Gus, I don't want to do that. Maybe I'd better stop."
"The fucking hell!" he said with shocking vehemence.
"I'm sorry, Gus," Anna quickly amended, replacing her hands gingerly. "But I thought you wanted me to get all that stuff out of there that was making you so hard."
"Heh, heh ... cute kid ... " he muttered, and then, with a grin, he said "You're right, Anna ... in a way ... but I'll tell you what ... maybe it would be best if you didn't try to spend a lot of time figuring it all out right now ... it'll start making more sense as we go ... okay? How's that sound ... you just trust old Gus, and I'll tell you how to make me feel real good. How's that sound?"
"Sure Gus, whatever you say," Anna replied, relieved to have the responsibility taken from her shoulders, but still a little confused about what she was supposed to be doing ... and also about what she was feeling.
But there was something really special about touching Gus's thing ... it was so stiff ... and yet, somehow, it felt soft at the same time ... and it was so solid and sturdy and strong feeling ... yet, she knew, instinctively, that she needed to be very gentle with it.
And by listening to the sounds that were coming from his throat, she could tell that he was feeling ... well, she supposed that he was feeling good ... but he also sounded a little like he was in pain.
Which was it? She was a little too confused to know.
CHAPTER THREE
But, there was one thing that she did know ... whatever it was she was doing, it was right ... Gus had already shown her that he'd be very prompt in letting her know when she was doing something wrong, and so ... what else was a young girl to do?
She kept it up ... and damned if it wasn't fun....
There was something about the way that his hips started to roll around, pressing forward toward her, and then, quickly, pulling away, pressing back again, then pulling away.
There was a feeling of gathering energy inside his body, and she could sense it, she could feel it ... in the sound of his breathing, in the pulse of his blood, and in the throbbing of his member....
"Oh yeah, Anna my girl ... ah, those sweet fingers of yours ... they're so splendid, so fine ... so delicate...."
"Do you like it, Gus?" she asked, letting her fingers move down to the base of his cock now.
"Yes little girl ... I do indeed love it. It's so fine, you cannot imagine. Don't be stopping. Ever. For anything. Please ... keep it up."
"Well sure, Gus. Whatever you say. I'll be glad to."
She meant it, too. She squeezed harder and harder, pulled harder and harder on it ... it was so funny looking, and at the same time, so beautiful. She'd never seen anything quite like it ... it was like looking at some weird animal from another planet.
She had her face very, very close to him now, so close that she could make out each individual vein running up the side ... some were thick, some were very thin but they were all a deep rich blue, and they all seemed to be throbbing violently.
The head was slowly growing darker and darker. Each time that she squeezed right beneath it, she could see it grow larger even than it ordinarily was.
She kept squeezing, moving the pace of her contractions up in tempo. He began to thrust his hips in short jerky movements against her fist, in perfect time with her contracting fingers.
Back and forth, back and forth. Harder and harder.
Faster and faster, he matched her beat for beat.
Then, at last, he said, "Anna, would you really like to help old Gus? Would you really like to make me feel good?"
She kept a firm grasp on his cock as she looked up into his eyes and nodded.
"Then would you give it a kiss."
She was momentarily revolted. "With my mouth?! " she asked.
"Oh yes ... with that beautiful young mouth of yours ... oh yes, would you please ... would you please do it for me?"
"Well ... " she said, dubiously, even though in some quirky way, the notion appealed to her, "all right. If you really want me to. But I don't know...."
"Ah, trust me, Anna. Just trust me. I promise you, you'll be rewarded. It'll be such a pleasant surprise, you won't know what to do...."
She still wasn't too sure about this, and when she brought her head close and examined his cock, she was even less certain ... there at the tiny opening, a clear drop of some kind of liquid had begun to gather, forming at the opening, slowly growing larger and larger.
"Is that what's inside you ... is that what needs to come out?" she asked.
He looked down. "Oh ... yeah ... I guess so. Heh, heh ... cute kid."
She gulped once, nervously, and then, bringing her mouth close to the tip of his cock, she planted one, light, delicate kiss at the very tip....
She could taste the liquid all over her lips and her tongue ... it didn't taste bad ... it was kind of good, actually, once she got used to it ... and it was real oily, slick ... not at all what she'd expected. Impulsively, she extended her tongue and let the tip lick across the opening to his cock, let the tip lap up the rest of his liquid, let herself taste what was flowing from his cock.
It was good.
It felt good. It felt exciting ... It felt ... well, it felt like she wanted more ... and more ... and more....
She opened her mouth a little more, and let the entire head in past her lips.
That was almost all that she could get into her mouth. She felt like her jaws were opened as far as they would go as it was....
But there was something really exciting about the way that Gus reacted to her mouth touching his cock.
He began to make a lot more noise, and his breathing grew faster and faster, and he began to thrust his hips hard against her face.
She felt more and more of his cock entering her mouth, felt it starting to force her jaws open even more.
She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to do it. He seemed to want to stuff his entire thing into her.
He seemed to want to completely fill her mouth, and that wouldn't be possible. Would it?
Well, all she could do was try ... and try she did. Slowly, letting her jaws relax she felt the long shaft starting to enter her mouth.
"No ... " she finally had to say though, "I can't do it ... it won't fit ... I'm afraid."
Gus just laughed. "Well, don't let it bother you, little girl ... just keep the tip of it in there, would you ... that'll be fine for me."
And so Anna felt her mouth filled by just the very tip of his cock.
But that was more than enough. It was so silky feeling on the surface, she loved the way that it was spongy and almost rubbery....
Her teeth scraped over the surface and again Gus shuddered through his entire body. She had to brace herself once or twice from the shock of his thrusts.
Again and again, he pulled back his hips, letting that mushroom shaped head rest just inside her lips, and then he would force it forward ... back ... forward ... back and then forward again ... he was starting to do it much faster and rather than attempt to match his thrusts, she simply decided to hold her jaws at a constant position, allowing his glans to freely move in and out ... realizing that it was the feeling of friction that seemed to be the desired sensation ... so she made certain that there was at least enough pressure to keep the friction steady ... but that her lips were loose enough to allow him to simply shove it in and pull it out at whatever pace he desired.
She again braced herself, and he slowly started to move faster and faster against her.
"Ah ... yes ... yes ... yes ... " he began to moan, saying the word over and over again, no longer meaningful, simply one more sound among other sounds, gaspings, wheezings, slurping noises from her mouth, the heavy sound of his breathing ... moans, groans, whimpers....
And then ... My God! she thought ... what's happening....
He began to cry out ... "Oh God! Oh God!" he was screaming. A stab of panic struck her in her gut. What have I done, she wondered. I've hurt him somehow ... what did I do?
But he kept thrusting his cock ... if anything, he was thrusting it against her with greater and greater force ... he was crying louder and louder now, and suddenly there was something in her mouth ... and then there was more ... and more ... and more....
It tasted something like that droplet of clear liquid had tasted, but this was far stronger in flavor, and there was so much more of it ... and the consistency was a lot different as well.
It was hot. She could feel it all through her mouth ... and realized that it was quite sticky as well ... it was sticking to her teeth, to her tongue, to her gums, to the roof of her mouth, to the sides of her mouth....
And still more and more seemed to be spurting out of his cock.
Gosh, she thought ... no wonder he was so stiff. He was filled.
But, to her surprise, even though he'd shot about fifteen heavy wads of that sticky stuff all into her mouth, his cock was still every bit as stiff as before.
She felt it starting to ooze out the corners of her mouth, and on an impulse, she reached her finger up to her mouth and let a bit of the stuff gather on it.
She pulled it back to look at it.
It was a creamy white ... and as she pressed the small blob between her thumb and forefinger, she saw that it was collecting into a long, stringy strand....
What strange stuff, she though, half in fear, half in wonder.
His cock was still inserted in her mouth, and she could feel even more of the stuff flowing out of the tip, but now, the force that had propelled the first bursts was missing, and it simply oozed out into her mouth like water from a leaky faucet.
But his cock remained hard.
Finally, she had to say something. "I don't understand, Gus," she said. "I thought if all that stuff came out, you'd get soft."
His eyes were closed, and he had his hands on her shoulders, supporting himself.
He looked, actually, like he was in a dream world ... like he hadn't even heard her."
"Gus ... Gus...."
"Huh? What?" , "Gus ... I don't understand. Why is your thing ... I mean, did I do something wrong? Is it broken for good?"
"Broken ... ? Are you serious? No ... not at all. It's fine. Can't you tell?"
There was almost a sleepy sound to his voice.
"Gus, are you all right?"
He opened his eyes, and seemed to focus on her for the first time. "Yeah ... sure. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
She said nothing, swallowing the last of his white fluid.
"Did you get it all down?"
She didn't understand what he was talking about at first, and then realized that he meant the white stuff.
"Yeah ... is that what I was supposed to do with it?"
"Sure ... " he said, smiling at her now, looking more like the Gus she'd seen when she first came into the diner.
"Tell me what's wrong, Gus ... how come you aren't losing ... oh. There it goes."
He chuckled. "You gotta realize, Anna, you had me real hot."
"You mean you had a fever?"
"Yeah ... sort of something like that, I suppose."
"But I mean ... wasn't that the stuff that was making you hard?"
"No ... not really ... listen, it gets pretty complicated ... you know ... I mean, I don't know if you really want to know all about that or not."
"Well sure ... why wouldn't I?"
"I see ... you're just a curious girl, huh?"
"Yeah. Miss Fimp said I asked too many questions."
"Who's Miss Fimp?"
"She's the lady at the orphanage ... I didn't like her, and she didn't like me, and she's the one who put me in the hospital."
"What were you doing in a hospital?"
Gus was starting to sound like his old friendly self again, and he was looking normal again too. For one thing, that terrible swelling really was going down now.
"Oh ... " Anna said, not really wanting to talk too much about the orphanage, "she just hurt me."
"How?"
"I don't want to talk about it, Gus," said Anna, suddenly feeling more uncomfortable than she could really explain.
"Why don't you want to tell me, Anna? If you're going to be my helper here, we shouldn't have any secrets from each other, should we?"
"Gee Gus, I don't know. Maybe not. But I don-t know ... it's all kind of weird."
"Well, all you need to do is talk to old Gus about it, and it'll be all right. You aren't afraid that I'll mind, or anything, are you."
"No ... I guess not."
"Here," said Gus, pulling a napkin out of one of the holders on the counter, "wipe your mouth off. You've got stuff all over it still."
"Oh ... yeah ... it's your stuff. I'll tell you what. I'll make a deal with you."
"And what would that be?"
"Well," she said, watching as he tucked his now soft cock back into his pants and fastened them, "I'll tell you about Miss Fimp if you'll tell me about why that got hard and then soft again."
"My, my, you do have an inquisitive mind, don't you, for a little girl?"
She nodded. "Sure do. I really like to know how things work."
"Ah yes ... but you know, don't you ... curiosity killed the cat."
"It did, huh?"
"Yep. Haven't you ever heard that?"
"Yep ... sure have. Miss Fimp used to say that all the time. She told me that I was too nosey and that it was going to get me in trouble. But you know what I told her about that old cat?"
"No. What did you tell her?"
"I told her that satisfaction brought it back."
Gus laughed and then got very serious. "Not the poor cat I'm talking about."
"Tell me," said Anna, finding him more and more enjoyable.
"Well," Gus began, "you see, there was this old cat sitting on a railroad track, and he had his tail strung right over the railing ... you know ... not even thinking about what might happen if a train should happen along."
"Boy, he was a silly old cat, wasn't he?"
"Much worse that that. Because you know what did happen?"
"No, what?"
"Well, you should be able to guess it, a smart young girl like yourself ... here comes the one o'clock special, just a chugging and a huffin' and a puffin' down the tracks, and what do you think happens?"
Gus made a hatchet motion with one hand, bringing it down hard into the open palm of his other hand.
"Splat!! ! ! Off with his tail!"
"Oh, that's a terrible story."
"Yeah, well, it gets worse. 'Cause you know what happened then?"
She shook her head, slowly, almost afraid to hear.
"Well, that stupid thing was just so curious about what had lopped off his tail, he just whipped right around to check it out and there went his head. Plop! And no more cat. That's how curiosity killed it, and maybe he was satisfied, but I'll tell you something else ... he didn't catch no more mice. You can bet your life on that."
Anna started to giggle and gave him a playful punch in the arm. "You're teasing me, aren't you?"
"What? Who, me? Never! What gives you that idea?"
"Because you're putting me on."
"Well ... maybe just a little bit. So ... now. . tell me about Miss Fimp ... and what she did to you."
There was almost an eager sound in his voice ... almost an urgency. Anna felt good that Gus was so interested in her ... the way he was peering at her now ... closely, so as not to miss a single thing about her ... that made her feel good. He seemed to be really taking an interest in her.
"Well," she said, "I'll tell you all about it, if you really want to know ... but first you have to tell me about your ... thing."
"You mean my cock?"
"Is that what it's called?"
"It sure is. Well ... it's called other things as well ... but cock will do nicely in just about any situation."
"Okay ... yeah, tell me about your cock. What made it hard."
And so Gus took a deep breath and began a long story about his cock ... and about how good it felt when he touched it, and about how his balls felt real good too, and about how they were all hooked together, and about how his cock just got stiff and then would get soft again, not because that white stuff (he called it cum) was filling it ... but that when it got stiff, it made his balls want to make some of it, and how when they did. and when it came shooting out through his cock, it was the most delicious thing that anyone could imagine.
Anna listened to all this with pure, undiluted fascination. She'd never heard anything like this in her life ... but then, she'd learned a lot of other things already that she'd never imagined before in her life.
"You really liked it, huh? When I did that to you?"
"Anna my dear, you can't imagine ... really, you can't imagine."
"Well, I'm trying to. So ... I mean ... what's the point?"
His eyes got a slightly glassy look about them now, and he was staring at her ... well, not quite at her ... more like at her breasts, and "also between her legs....
"Why don't you tell me about what Miss Fimp did to you? I have a feeling that it might have something to do with this."
"Really? Well ... if you insist ... she just beat me up. That's all. You can still see the bruises a little bit."
"Yeah, I noticed them. But that's not all she did ... is it? I don't think that's all she did."
Anna was feeling uncomfortable again ... well, not really uncomfortable ... just a little weird and strange ... feeling things that she couldn't explain. She was feeling something that was a lot like what she'd felt while she was playing with Gus's cock. And that had been something like what she'd felt when Miss Fimp had been fighting with her.
"Tell me, Anna, did she do anything to you. while she was fighting with you, I mean?"
"Do anything? I don't know ... " Anna said, hesitantly.
"Yeah ... you know ... touch you anywhere ... like, between your legs...."
"Yeah ... she did. How'd you know?"
"It just sort of made sense."
"Yes ... she did ... and it made me feel real funny. I just thought that it was because I was so scared and mad ... but you know something strange ... when I was playing with you ... with your cock ... I felt a lot the same way ... and I don't understand why? Can you tell me, Gus? What is it? Why do I feel that way?"
"Well. I don't know, Anna darling, but I'd think it might be for reasons that are a lot like what makes my cock get all hard and stiff."
"You mean, I'm going to get stiff too?"
Gus laughed. "Well, I hardly think so. I mean, you don't have much there to get stiff, do you? Not quite like me, are you?"
"No ... I guess not."
"Tell me, Anna," said Gus, his voice getting real soft now ... and his eyes looking at her hard ... never wavering ... moving from her face, down to her breasts ... down to her crotch ... back up over her body....
She felt like he was looking right through her.
"Tell me," he said again ... "down there ... between your legs ... right where you've got that pretty little slit ... does it ever itch there?"
She nodded ... feeling uncomfortable again, not knowing quite why ... not really knowing how to deal with the strange heat that she could feel crawling all over her body ... in fact, his question had created the very thing he'd asked about.
"Like ... right now ... " he went on. "Do you feel it right now?"
She nodded again, unable to say anything.
"I thought so ... and is it wet? Do you ever get real wet ... are your panties ever wet when you take them off?"
She felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment.
But she nodded again, still transfixed, almost mesmerized by his voice.
"I thought so ... it doesn't surprise me in the least, Anna. When I get hard, it's the same thing as you getting wet ... do you understand?"
She shook her head a couple of times, still in a trance-like stupor, and then she shifted to a nod, and then back to shaking her head again.
She watched him coming closer and closer ... he reached out for her....
"You're such a pretty little girl, Anna," he said, "you should be treated right.
"How do you mean, Gus?" she asked, in a small voice, somehow already knowing what he meant.
"Come here, my little child, and I'll gladly show you exactly what I mean."
She glanced down at his crotch and saw there, to her amazement, that he was once again starting to swell.
"Gosh, Gus," she said in amazement. "You're getting all stiff again ... does that mean you need to unload more sticky stuff?"
He chuckled. "Cute kid," he muttered under his breath. "Why don't we just see what happens." he said to her. He reached out and touched Anna on the face.
His fingers were hard and leathery, and there was the smell of onions and celery and garlic on them ... but his touch was appealing nonetheless ... and she didn't flinch, even though she sensed that she was preparing to enter a realm to which she'd never been exposed before.
He was staring hard at her now, and his breathing began to come more thickly. He was starting to sound just the way he'd sounded when he was pushing his cock in and out of her mouth.
He reached down and touched her breasts ... both of them....
To Anna's surprise, the nipples both were hard, and there were bursts of electric sensation fluttering through her body from each one....
He began to press against her breasts, cupping them firmly with both hands, pressing against them, squeezing-them....
She remembered the way that Miss Fimp had squeezed them ... how badly it had hurt, and she was surprised that someone with hands as thick and coarse and leathery as Gus's could possibly be so gentle....
But he was, and she had to admit that it felt extremely good. He seemed to know exactly how to bring the most profound reaction out of her nerves ... it was scary ... and at one point, she pulled away.
"Now, now, let's have none of that little girl ... come back here ... come to Gus."
"I don't know, Gus, is this right? I mean ... should we be doing this?"
"Now now, Anna, don't be bothering yourself with silly questions that don't have solid answers ... you're just letting yourself in for a lot of pain and trouble ... do you follow me?"
He was looking strangely at her again, and this time, she began to wonder if he was really safe, or if she'd be smarter to just run out the door.
But ... well, she'd already come this far, and she couldn't deny that she was really curious about all this ... she was really wondering what it was all about ... and she couldn't deny that there were sensations racing up from between her legs that were driving her wild ... she wanted to leave ... she was starting to be afraid of Gus ... but she couldn't stop ... she couldn't bring herself to just turn and run.
Instead, she stood silently by while he pulled her close to him again, while he reached between her legs, while he started to stroke her....
He let his hand slide up beneath the material of her dress and touched her body outside her wet panties.
"Ah ... I feel you ... you're just as I imagined you'd be, little girl ... you're all hot and wet for old Gus, aren't you?"
She nodded again, once more transfixed by his voice, but this time with the added effect of his fingers, touching her ... there ... God, it felt good. Her legs started to get weak feeling ... her muscles were beginning to shake and tremble, and she couldn't help but feel that there was something building inside her ... some kind of pressure inside her that wouldn't be turned back until it reached a point of exploding on its own momentum.
She felt something else ... there was that tiny bud of nerves that she'd discovered before ... on her own ... she'd felt it that day with Miss Fimp ... that woman had known about it too and had made a point of pressing against it....
She felt it again now ... and she knew that Miss Fimp's pressure against it had been no accident ... it was meant for exactly that kind of treatment....
"Oh," she moaned at last, almost falling.
Gus wrapped his arms around her, and said "Easy there, Anna. Easy there. Take care of yourself, now." He picked her up and carried her out of the main room of the diner, where they'd been up to now.
In the back there was a cot, where he would sometimes go to rest when business was slow ... or when he'd had waitresses working with him, and they'd work late, and one of them would want to rest.
Often he'd imagined breaking the thing in right, but thus far, it had served only to give him a place to sleep. Now, he thought ... now, it's going to get the christening it deserves....
Anna felt herself tumbling through space, and then, with a creaking of springs, she landed in a tangled heap on the soft mattress.
"Yes," said Gus, "you should be treated right ... a little girl like you should be given the kind of treatment that she deserves ... and I'm the one to do it to you Anna ... you do believe that, don't you?"
She wasn't sure, even now, precisely what he was talking about, but she'd already come to the conclusion that whatever he had in mind, he was going to see it through to a conclusion, no matter what she did ... and the truth was ... she wanted to find out for herself what it was ... she knew that it had a lot to do with what was going on between her legs ... and what was between his legs ... and what had happened to her body that day that Miss Fimp had attacked her ... but now, she felt like everything was going to come together, that she was at last going to really understand what everything was about ... that she was going to grow up.
She thought, momentarily about all the strange references that people would make over the years ... things that she only half comprehended ... implied meanings ... slang ... none of it had ever really fit together in any kind of coherent tapestry ... she'd simply stopped worrying about it, and had almost accepted that she would never really know everything that the other girls were always talking about ... so she'd pretended to know, and had acted like she thought things were funny when everyone else had laughed, and she'd nodded sagely when they'd made sarcastic cracks, but she'd never really understood all the strange bits of information that were racing through her head.
Now ... now, she might finally begin to put it all together. It was already starting to make a lot more sense.
And then Gus began to unbutton her dress, opening the material rapidly as her buttons popped open.
She was wearing a bra, and panties, the standard model that all the girls at the orphanage wore....
He quickly pulled her dress off her.
"Never let a man see you naked" Miss Pimp's cold voice rang in her memory, but nowv she had no qualms. She wanted to go forward ... she wanted to know what was going to happen.
He pulled at her bra cups, pulled at the clasp, and then, suddenly, they fell away and her two well developed, yet still young and tender breasts popped free, hanging lazily from her firm body.
He stared at her.
"My God," he muttered softly, "you're very beautiful, you know that?" She blushed.
"Gosh ... thanks, Gus. No one's ever said that to me before."
"That's because you've always worn that dress, I guess. It doesn't do the best things for you, you know."
She just watched him, and listened, and she waited, and waited, holding her breath, scarcely daring to breathe.
He reached now for her panties. She could feel how wet they were.
He touched her, and she felt his finger sliding along the slit between her two lips.
Then, he touched her clit ... it was hard, and stiff, and it was sticking up above her two lips ... and when he touched her there, she began to feel very, very hot indeed. And the insides of her body began to melt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gus slowly pulled her panties down her legs, and she was now so aroused that she could do nothing except arch her back, raise her legs into the air, and make it easier for him to remove that last item of clothing.
And then, he was looking down at her naked body, and the feeling in his cock and balls returned, full force, with a maddening vengeance.
Damn! So round, so tight, so firm ... so unknowing ... it was like having the Garden of Eden walk right through the door, and pull you in.
He kept wanting to pinch himself to see if he was really dreaming ... but if it was a dream, it was the most realistic dream he'd ever had ... and maybe he wouldn't pinch himself just yet ... he damn sure wouldn't want to end this.
She was looking up at him now with those wide opened eyes of hers, spreading her legs, almost as a reflex ... she couldn't really know what was going on, could she? Perhaps she was simply reacting to her instincts ... perhaps she was simply following patterns of behavior that had been etched on the brain millions of years ago, when we were still swinging from trees.
But whatever, she wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted to feel his fingers ... reaching out now ... touching the inner surface of her thighs ... touching her pubic hair ... her lips ... slipping beneath now ... touching her slit ... feeling the warmth and the incredible softness of the flesh beneath ... feeling her muscles all start to contract, feeling her hips shudder, shake and begin to roll around in response to the mounting fire within her.
And then, he touched her clit and Anna cried out. It was a long, low cry, deep and heavy with passion.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... " she gasped, sucking in her breath.
It was soooooo sensitive. She couldn't believe it. He touched it again, this time pressing in on the little button with greater force.
She felt more sensations racing through her nerves, blasting through her muscles, and shorting out her brain.
She'd lost the ability to think, to wonder if this was right or not ... it no longer mattered ... it-was happening, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it ... nor did she want to do anything to stop it. She wanted only for it to continue.
"Oh, Gus ... Gus ... Gus ... " she said, closing her firm thighs around his fingers with a demonic passion.
"No no no, little girl," he said, "don't be closing up on me. I don't want that. It's the exact opposite that I want from you. Spread 'em apart. Let me see you. Let me see what you've got to offer ... let me look into the pink depths of your pussy."
"Like this," she asked, hesitantly, spreading her legs back open.
"Ah ... yes. That's better. That's much better. You're really starting to get there ... now, that's such a fine sight. You wide open like that ... I can't think of anything finer ... truly I can't."
She stared up into his eyes, and found that what had looked earlier like a strange demented kind of expression, was really nothing more than what she herself was starting to feel. It was something that she couldn't explain, and she was already getting the idea that there would never really be an explanation for it ... it was something that simply was there ... you couldn't understand it., you simply had to accept it, and go with it.
She was trying, and found that it was a lot easier to do than she'd have imagined.
He reached back for her pussy now, and once again, she felt his fingers sliding up through her slit ... felt them spreading her apart ... felt them touching her ... there ... right on the sensitive bud of nerves ... her clit ... touching, stroking her ... pressing against her ... pushing onto it now ... hard ... harder....
He took the entire thing ... between his thumb and forefinger, she could feel the entire length of the tiny shaft ... he began to squeeze it ... very gently ... harder now ... pressing against it from both sides ... much the same as she'd done to his cock, but this was so much tinier ... and yet, she was certain that the sensation that he was feeling couldn't possibly have been any stronger than what she was feeling right now.
It was insane ... it was delicious ... it was something that she never wanted to end....
"Oh, Gus ... Gus ... " she moaned again, "that's wonderful ... I can't stand it, it feels so good."
"Sure you can."
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh," she began to moan, simply an unbroken sound of arousal, sensation building upon sensation, the effects piling up, making her feel as if she was filling with something solid, some tangible object ... instead of simply growing more and more aroused.
She couldn't control the feelings, nor did she want to ... there was only that continuing delicious sensation between her legs, that seemed now to be a simply, constant sensation ... no longer coming in waves of feeling ... now it was like an unshaded bulb ... a sun ... a small chip of radioactive metal inside her ... a constant stream of feeling ... all of it slowly, steadily, inevitably filling her to a point where she would have no choice but to explode.
That thumb and forefinger combination was deadly.
He continued to pinch, again and again, and again, never really pressing hard, only seeming like it was hard, because she was growing more and more sensitive with each passing second.
He continued to keep it up, and even after she was getting so hot and aroused that she could no longer keep still, even for a second, he managed to retain his careful grasp on her delicate organ.
"Oh Gus, that's the most incredible thing in the world ... I had no idea ... I had no idea ... I had no idea...."
She couldn't believe it was happening. It was like discovering a room in a place where you'd always lived ... a room you'd never before known about ... and when you opened the door ... discovering fantastic treasures, far beyond anything you could have ever contemplated.
He stopped, at last, and she looked up at him, frightened for a moment that he was finished.
But he simply laughed.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Sure. You know I do. You knew I'd love it, and that's why you did it, huh?"
He laughed again.
"Like I said, you're a bright little girl. I'm real impressed with you."
And then he lowered his mouth to her crotch.
She started in disbelief ... but then, she figured that if she could do it to him, surely he could do it to her.
"If you thought that was good," he said to her, "wait till you sample this."
And then, she found herself in the midst of a gathering fury of sensation, a blizzard of exploding nerve endings, sizzling neurons and overwhelming feelings.
Her body was experiencing something that had never been inflicted on it before, and she was still not quite sure where, exactly, she was....
She only knew that she was feeling things that she'd have considered sinful, had anyone described them to her. There was something wrong with feeling so good, wasn't there?
Well, Gus apparently didn't think so ... he was the one driving her up the wall and he was doing it quite expertly too.
His tongue touched her body first, down at that small isthmus of flesh between the crack in her ass and the slit running down between her pussy lips.
It was extremely sensitive by this time, and she could hardly keep her hips still long enough to allow him to get his tongue all over that small area.
But then, the real sensations started up.
He began to lick along the surface of her slit ... not allowing his tongue to dip between her lip ... simply keeping it running along the wet surface ... and he continued it ... again and again and again.
Starting down at that same point, that small piece of flesh between her cunt and her ass, he licked up over the entire length of her slit, licked over her clit, licked over her hole....
And every small point along the way became so super-charged, it was as if her entire cunt had turned into a giant clit.
Then, he grasped her two lips, pulled them apart, spread them wide, at the same time pulling them up....
She wasn't sure what that achieved, but then his tongue touched her clit, and she was certain what it meant.
Her clit was much more exposed than it usually was ... there was a much greater expanse of flesh there ... waiting for his tongue....
And the result was devastating....
She felt her body swelling up ... she felt herself falling, as if there was a vast pit opening beneath her on the cot....
She felt like she was flying....
She felt like she was falling.
She felt like a bird, she felt like a stone ... she felt like she was turning into abstractions ... her arms and legs flailing wildly in the air were strains of music, her eyelids fluttering were a fresh breeze, and her brain was turning to pure light ... and shining, burning, searing light, one that was blinding her, and consuming her....
She felt herself burning, felt herself at the same time shivering as her muscles reacted to these unfamiliarly intense sensations.
She could no longer help herself. He was licking harder and harder over her clit, he was licking and sucking and biting now ... and his teeth were scraping over the surface of her clit, her hips were jerking spasmodically, as were the rest of her muscles all through her body....
"Help ... " she cried out as last ... "Oh God ... help ... help ... help ... help ... I can't ... I can't ... My God ... My God ... oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God...."
Her body was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm now ... it was driving her onward, it was being driven itself by a force that seemed to be visited on her from without but which she knew was all her own ... boiling up from within the depths of her cunt.
Again and again the waves rolled up, seeming to grow larger each time ... swell after swell, yet none would break ... and always, they left her more aroused ... hungrier than before ... needing more and more ... wanting more ... craving it ... longing for it ... casting aside all else to attain it....
And then ... almost taking her by surprise ... it struck.
Something like what had hit her the day she'd been attacked by Miss Fimp ... but this was so much more intense that she couldn't even compare the two experiences, really.
Nuclear weapons compared to firecrackers ... that's what it was ... there was nothing in her experience to prepare her for this ... nothing at all....
As if a large hand descended from the clouds and pressed against her entire body, she felt the air rush from her lungs ... just as quickly she gasped in another breath, but found that she was forced to hold it ... fearing that the intensity of the experience would prevent her from taking in any more air.
Her muscles went totally rigid, and then, almost as quickly, they began to flutter, spilling over into wildly spastic reactions that she certainly couldn't control.
Nor did she want to.
It felt like he was doing a lot more than he actually was ... which was nothing more than simply licking his tongue back and forth over her clit ... keeping that same feather-light pressure against her sensitive bud.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she began to moan ... louder and louder ... harder and harder....
"You like that, don't you, Anna girl? Huh? Come on, tell me. You like that don't you?"
"Oh, Gus, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she cried out, pressing her hips up into his face.
"I love it too, little girl," he said, moving his tongue faster now, .scraping it back and forth over that hard bud of nerves.
She was losing her mind ... she was oozing juices everywhere, and she was crying louder and louder.
Finally, she was at the peak of her passion.
Gus stopped licking her, stepped back and looked her up and down. "Well, girl, I think you're about ready."
"Ready for what?" she asked.
"For this," he said holding his cock.
"Oh ... really? I don't know ... what are you going to do with it?"
He chuckled. "You really don't know, do you?"
"Well ... yeah ... I mean ... well...."
"I'll show you what I'm going to do, little girl," he said, climbing back onto the cot with his hard cock aimed right for her cunt.
She instinctively knew what was coming, even though she still wasn't completely sure.
"She spread her legs, wider ... wider. . knowing what was going to go between them.
He brought the glans up to her pussy, pressed it against her moist lips, began to rub the head up and down through her slit, pressing it against her clit each time he did so.
She felt it slide into the crevice of her hole each time he moved it over the top ... each time, a little farther than before.
He was pressing now-pressing the head of his cock right into her hole, and she felt it, she was writhing at the end of his cock like a worm on a hook ... she was moaning, she was feeling the membranes inside her pussy starting to stretch wildly....
He was chuckling softly under his breath now ... there were beads of sweat forming along his forehead....
And then, just as she was starting to feel another orgasm starting up inside her, rippingly, she felt the muscles begin their wild, delicious contractions....
Just as she was convinced that she was heading for the edge of the pit, that this time she would be sucked off the edge, to spill dizzily down, down, down through the wild depths of orgasmic torrents that already were being unleashed within her....
Just as all this was starting to come to a mad frantic boil ... Something happened.
What, exactly, she couldn't have said at first. She thought she heard a breaking of glass. She thought she heard voices ... She thought she heard voices ... She did!
There were people in the diner ... people breaking the front door down ... people moving rapidly, people knocking things around.
She felt Gus tense up, then he turned around.
"What the fuck ... " he began, but then, there were men on him, men dragging him off her.
Anna stared, wide-eyed and frantic, as she focused on the two men in the room.
One was easily six feet eight inches tall. He was virtually a giant. He wore a turban on his head, and large, jeweled earrings, and baggy clothing that suggested the orient. Somehow, she had the feeling that whatever he was, he was the genuine article.
The other man was of more normal proportions, but with an expression on his face that would have easily turned the blood to ice, should it be encountered under the wrong circumstances.
Anna still wasn't sure what these circumstances were, so she was damned frightened.
The tall oriental giant reduced Gus very rapidly to a blubbering ball of pleading consciousness.
Perhaps this had something to do with the fact that he was being suspended in mid-air from one of the giant's hands, held at the end of his enormously strong arm, held up like a puppet, and there had already been two or three very solid blows landed about his person. They'd quickly subdued Gus, and now they seemed to simply be waiting for the next move ... except that no one seemed to know who was to make the next move.
"Leapin' Lizards!! ! " Anna exclaimed, finally. "I don't belive it!! "
The cold-faced man turned to face her. He seemed to be making an effort to smile at her ... but it didn't appear to be something that he'd had a lot of practice doing, and the expression simply looked like he was in great pain.
"Dear child, you needn't fear us. We simply do our master's bidding ... which is to see that no harm becomes you."
"Hey, look, hang on a second," Gus protested, "you check her out if you don't believe me. There's not a mark on her. And she enjoyed every minute of it, didn't you Anna, little girl?"
Anna looked from the giant to Gus, back to the giant, and then to the cold-faced man. There was little doubt in her mind as to who was holding all the cards.
"He raped me," Anna said, looking frightened as if a tenuous hold on a facade of normalcy and control had just collapsed, and she was now on a collision course with hysteria.
"HHY!! What are you saying?! That's bullshit, and you know it." He faced the giant. "She's feeding you a line of shit. Come on, Anna, tell the man. I never did nothing to her."
"There was little doubt about precisely what you were doing to her when we walked in, my friend. Please you shall be silent now."
And with that, the giant, still supporting Gus from the neck, while the hapless man dangled in the air, kicking his feet like a helpless child, he punched Gus right in the stomach so hard that Anna could feel it herself.
The man went totally stiff for a second, and then he went limp, as if dead.
The giant dropped him on the floor.
Then the cold-faced man turned to Anna. "Come. We must go. We are expected." .
"Oh no," said Anna. "I don't think I'm going with anyone. I don't like any of this." , With that, she jumped off the bed and was about to race out into the main part of the diner, but before she could make her escape, the cold-blooded man had a grip of her arm.
"Let me go, let me go," she squealed. "Let me go. You don't have any right to hold me. You can't even touch me unless I let you. Now stop it!! ! Stop it!! ! Stop it!! ! "
She was squirming madly now, trying to break his grip, but it was like steel.
She turned around and saw that he was regarding her with a detached air of amusement.
"How dare you!! ! How dare you!! ! "
She tried to claw her way out of the man's grip, but was unable to do so.
Finally, she stopped, and relaxed. He peered at her a little skeptically. '
"You'll be a good girl now?"
She looked dejected, but she glumly nodded.
"Fine," said the man, releasing her from his grip, "you'll see what I was talking about when--!
She kicked him right in the balls. She did it hard, too. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite as tall as he'd like to have been ... but she managed to land a fairly good blow anyway. "ULP!! " went the man, turning white.
The giant tossed Gus against the wall, with stunning force, just to make certain that he wasn't going to be moving very much for a while, and he turned to grab Anna.
She easily dodged the cold-faced man, since he was so busy clutching his balls.
But the giant ... he was a different matter. He stood right in her path. She saw that had she tried to kick him in the balls, her foot most likely wouldn't have made it.
He laughed, his voice booming like a large bass drum.
"You shouldn't be such a troublesome little girl. You are proving most difficult to contain," he said.
"Don't talk like that to me," said Anna, suddenly running right through the man's legs.
That seemed to shock him as much as it shocked Anna.
She really didn't think she'd have the balls for that.
He quickly whirled about, very quickly in fact, for one his size ... but it was his size nonetheless that did him in.
People that big operate at a slightly different schedule than the rest of us. Time is slowed down for them, however slightly. It takes a little longer ... a little more energy and a bit more space for them to accomplish the same things.
Thus, when the giant spun around, his center of gravity shifted ... slightly, it's true ... ever so slightly ... but it took him a bit longer than it would have taken your or I to adjust....
Also, given his bulk, the slight shift of which we spoke was still amplified to great proportions than it would have been in you or I.
Have you guessed it?
While Anna scampered out the broken front window, and the cold-faced man leaned against the wall clutching his crotch trying to remember what and where he was, the giant toppled to the floor with a crash like a felled redwood.
He painfully picked himself back up, took a last look at Gus, who seemed to be coming around. The giant went to the sink in the next room, moving a bit painfully from the bump that he sustained on his knee ... filled a pitcher with water and then returned to pour half of it on Gus and the other half on the cold-faced man. His face grew even more chilled.
"You magnificent goon," he growled at the giant. "You'll pay for that."
"Ah ... and when Mr. Oliver asks who allowed the little girl to defeat him, what will you say?"
"At least I went down fighting, you worthless pituitary case, but you, you simply tripped. I told him, 'don't let Sinbad come along ... I can't take his clumsiness. But noooooo ... he had to match me up with you."
"Please, Cobra, you do neither of us the least bit of good by this senseless bickering. We must trace the little girl. She has made her escape."
"Maybe the joy boy over there in the corner knows something."
"My point precisely."
"Well then, why are you wasting time talking. Question him, you mutant!"
The giant stared at the small man.
"You could so easily be crushed between my open palms, I must confess that I am nearing the point where I may well succumb to the temptation."
"What! Why, you stupid deformity. You're mother lived too close to a nuclear reactor, is my guess, and it not only fucked your genes, it played havoc with your brains. Now get over there and see what you can get out of that sicko, before she get s so far ahead of us we never find her."
Sinbad stared with open hostility at the man he'd called 'Cobra', and then turned back to Gus, who once more found himself dangling in mid-air from the end of the giant's branch-like arm.
"You will, of course, tell us everything you know," Sinbad calmly explained. "That, I fear, is not up to you to attempt to control. You have only to decide whether we learn what you know before we remove your fingernails, or after."
Gus stared at the man. "Go fuck yourself," he said. "And you owe me for that front window."
Sinbad smiled.
"But of course."
Then he produced a pair of pliers from his pocket.
And then, Gus began to scream.
Anna ran, and ran and ran.
She had no idea where she was, or which way she was going ... only that she needed to get as far away from Gus and his diner as he possibly could.
Who that fuck were those two guys? That was the strangest thing she'd ever seen in her life. They just came barging in, and they'd been looking for her!
That was something she didn't need!
No way!
She ran through block after block of unfamiliar streets ... her experience of the city had been confined to the orphanage, the trip to school, the thrice yearly shopping sprees, the occasional outing to the Botanical Gardens or the Zoo ... but for the most part, they had kept her well secluded from the city....
And she was just beginning to learn the extent of that seclusion. She felt like she was on another planet.
Sights that she could never have imagined greeted her shocked eyes.
Suffering, to an extent that left her emotionally wasted ... on all sides of her.
Drunkards lying against buildings ... people begging for money ... people begging simply for attention....
And then, there were the others ... the rich ... they too were in evidence. They too were there on the street, ignoring the suffering and the poor, ignoring everything except for their own selfish pleasures.
That's how it struck Anna. When people could allow themselves to live such garish lives, and pay no attention to those who were less fortunate, that was selfish. There was no way out of it.
Well, gosh, she thought. What now.
That Gus had turned out to be pretty strange.
She could still feel the tingling inside her thighs, feel the way that he'd gotten her so close to the edge of madness....
And then left her there.
Damn, that wasn't fair. She'd sure gotten to love what he was doing to her, and in a damn short time too.
Oh well ... she doubted that she'd be going back there.
She didn't think that he'd really be wanting very much to run into her. But where....
She was starting to get hungry again, and she still had no money ... she had nothing ... no blankets ... no clothes....
She looked around, and wherever her eyes fell, she saw nothing but buildings, concrete ... she saw strange people, she saw unfriendly places....
She didn't think that she'd have a chance to run into someone like Gus again ... someone that she could get a meal from....
Even if it did mean doing the same thing that she'd been doing with Gus.
Strange, but now that she thought about it, she was starting to get the idea that maybe he hadn't been telling her the entire truth about what had been wrong with him . ... if, indeed, there'd been anything at all wrong with him. That too, she was starting to doubt.
Because as much as he talked about the 'painful swelling', and needing it to come down, and needing her to bring it down, she would have bet real money that down deep, for whatever reason, he really didn't want her to get it down.
Now ... what that could mean, she wasn't sure. But it sure did demand some further study.
But whatever the real truth, she was starting to be convinced of one thing. Whatever it was that had been on his mind, she thought that that strange stuff he was doing with his cock ... and with her body ... well, it just seemed like it had been responsible for the fact that he'd given her a meal in the first place.
But she'd loved the feelings that he'd been awakening in her. Didn't that mean that she was sinning.
And was it right for her to do that kind of stuff simply because she needed food?
Well....
There was this rumbling in her stomach that told her that ... yes, it was quite right. But where now? She was hungry.
She was starting to get cold. She was frightened. And she was alone.
Where ... where . ... where oh where, in this big city, would she find refuge and shelter?
Why ... there, of course. In that church.
COME YE WEARY AND YE RESTLESS AND ALLOW THE BOSOM OF JESUS CHRIST YOUR SAVIOUR TO COMFORT AND FEED YOU!! !
Comfort and feed, huh? Sounded pretty good to Anna.
And what do you know ... the door was unlocked.
She pushed it, and went inside.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was dark.
The air had a musty smell to it. It seemed as though there weren't too many members of this congregation. It seemed, in fact, that there wasn't a lot going on here at all.
"Hello ... " she called out.
No answer. "Is anyone here?"
No answer.
She heard the sounds of feet scurrying across the floor, and thought, my God, mice ... or rats! Creeeps.
What kind of strange church was this?
"Hello!! ! " she called out.
Suddenly, she heard a duor open and a thin voice call out, "Go away, we have no money."
"Hello," she called out again.
"Hello," said the voice, surprised. "You sound like a female."
"There's a very good reason for that," Anna replied.
"Have you come to rob us?"
"No. I've come to be comforted and fed."
"What?"
"The sign. There's a sign out front."
"There is? What's it say."
"You're kidding."
"It says 'you're kidding?' That's absurd. Why would I put a sign up that said something like that? We have enough trouble getting people in here, without insulting them before they even set foot in the door."
"No ... I meant you."
"ME? Would I kid you?"
"No ... I don't mean that...."
"Listen kid, what do you mean?"
"I mean...."
"Look, let me give you some advice. What you don't mean, won't hurt you."
"Huh?"
"Precisely the point. Now ... what can I do for you?"
He seemed to be waking up now, and was starting to assume a more authoritative stance.
"Father Speilberg, at your service."
"Speilberg ... that doesn't sound Catholic."
She took his hand and gave it a squeeze.
"It's probably not. I don't really know my name."
"Because I was an orphan, child, and I was raised by two fine parents who didn't know who they were either."
"That sounds terrible."
"Oh, it was all right. We just didn't do a lot of talking to each other. You know, suburban identity crisis, and all."
Anna was finding him somewhat engaging, despite the fact that he seemed to find it difficult to focus on a single topic for more than two minutes.
"Listen, father, I have to tell you ... I'm really hungry. And I need a place to stay tonight. Do you think I could sleep on one of these pews?"
"Huh?"
"Well ... you know ... just for tonight."
"Child, I'll have none of it. Heh, heh, you'll be more than welcome here ... why, I've got plenty of room right here in the...."
Suddenly the door through which he'd first emerged opened again, and this time a woman looked out.
She seemed to be naked ... at least the part of her that Anna could see was unclothed.
"Father ... aren't you coming back? I've finished my confession, but I want to get communion."
"Certainly, my child ... I shall gladly produce a quantity of the heavenly host for you."
He looked a little awkward, turned to Anna and said, "Go on down to the kitchen dear, and there's a cook down there who'll fix you up right. Just tell him the Father sent you.. "
"Certainly," she said. "Just one thing."
"Eh?" he asked, turning back over his shoulder, as he eagerly made for the door to the room.
"Where is it?"
"What?"
"Where is it?"
"No. Where is what?"
"What about it?"
"NO ... what is it?"
"What is what?"
"No ... you're supposed to tell me what ... then, I'll tell you where ... assuming of course, that it has a where."
"Where is the kitchen?"
"Oh. Well, why didn't you say so? It's right through that doorway and down the stairs."
She watched the strange priest go back through the doorway, and then, the door shut firmly. She heard a large tumbler click into place as he locked it.
She frowned. This was a strange turn. There didn't seem to be a lot going on here that reminded her of any kind of church that she'd ever been familiar with.
But then ... was that necessarily bad?
She'd always hated church. Maybe this one would be a little different.
She went downstairs and found the kitchen exactly as he'd said she would.
There was a friendly looking cook there, and he gave her a curious glance.
"My my my ... what have we here? Ain't you a little young, honey, to be working here?"
"Working? Father Speilberg just told me to come down here and get something to eat?"
"Oh ... the good father did, did he? Well ... I see. You must have come in her because you was looking for a church."
"Well, yeah. I mean...."
"Nevermind ... you'll figure it out soon enough. What can I fix up for you?"
"Gosh ... I really don't have any preference ... you know ... whatever is available."
"Honey, you're the kind of girl that I really like. Just take my advice ... don't hang around here too long ... it's going to grab hold of you and you won't ever get out."
"Huh? I don't get it. Everyone talks in riddles here."
He laughed. "You'll find it helps to keep you sane."
"Why? I don't understand."
"That's just as well ... you don't want to understand. If the good father said you could have a bite to eat, enjoy it, and then drag your ass out of here."
She frowned.
"But he said I could spend the night here." Anna began to cry.
"I don't have anywhere to go ... and I'm all alone in the world, and I'm afraid and I don't know what I'm going to do."
"Yeah ... " said the cook, spooning out a hearty bowl of soup for her, "well, don't go telling any of that to the good father. He'll probably suggest that you stay on for a while."
"Why would that be bad?"
The cook just looked at her.
"Because it ain't no church, for one thing."
"What?"
"Sure ... ain't you figured that out yet?" She shook her head.
"Well, let me ask you this. Where was the good father when you came in upstairs? What was he doing?"
I'll
"Well ... I'll admit, it seemed like a pretty unorthodox way to hear confession, but that's his business, I figured. You know, live and let live ... and all that."
"Christ ... such optimism. I'm stunned. My hat's off to you, little girl. Of course, you're not going to last out there for much more than a day or two before someone decides to fuck with you, but that attitude's refreshing."
"You don't agree?"
He shook his head.
"No ... my attitude is 'Do unto others, and then split', "
"But that's pretty cynical, isn't it?"
"Wait till the good father gets hold of you. You'll learn what cynicism is all about."
Anna was pretty disturbed by all this, and as soon as she'd finished eating, she decided to take the cook's advice and get out. She wasn't sure what was going on in this 'church', but she was rapidly getting the idea that she didn't want to be any part of it. She was upstairs again, and making her way past the dusty pews (how long since people had actually sat there, she wondered. She heard a door open.
"Ah ... there you are, my child ... there you are ... come here, come here ... praise God ... let us pray ... domini domini domino and all that...."
He was trotting amiably down the aisle after her.
"Come, come, don't be shy. You were taken care of downstairs?"
"Oh, yes ... yes. Thank you. I really appreciate it. But I have to be going...."
"Nonsense ... if you had any place to go, you'd have gone there before coming here, isn't that right?"
"Um . ... "
"Sit ... sit. Don't be bashful ... we're not going to hurt you. I just wanted to get to know you a little ... we like to establish a little rapport with all of our staff ... if you know what I mean."
"I really have to be going, father...."
"Father ... oh! Right. I see...."
He was peering at her closely. "Say ... he said. "Who sent you?"
"I don't get it."
"Who are you here from? Who referred you to us?"
"No one ... honestly, I saw the sign...."
"Christ ... you're here because you're looking for a church!
"You sound like Fd better still look. What is this, if it isn't a church?"
He looked exasperated ... and also a little angry.
"Christ ... I can't believe it ... I fucking can't believe it."
"You mean, you aren't a priest?"
"What? Oh. Yeah ... sure. Of course I am. What do you want? I'm a priest. See ... " he said holding out his robes. "You want priest, that's me. Direct pipeline to God. Ready to meet your maker? Let me make all the arrangements ... reservations at the guest hotel upstairs and everything."
"You're not making sense."
"Of course I'm not!! ! ! Does it make sense for supermarkets and shopping centers to go popping up all over the landscape? Hell no! It's a disgrace. That's what it is."
"I don't understand."
"I'm the religion for the age, dear. I give men what their souls truly crave. You see ... what we provide, you won't find in the Bible."
"And what do you provide?"
"Well ... actually ... you want to know the truth ... what we provide looks a lot like you ... with less clothes, of course."
"Oh. I think I'm starting to see."
"Very good. You're a bright kid."
"So you don't have anything to do with God at all, do you?"
"Don't go saying that. The lord moves in mysterious ways. And don't you ever forget it."
"Yeah ... but somehow, I don't think he had this in mind. I mean ... isn't this a ... a ... what's the word...."
"House of ill-repute:"
"Yeah ... that'll do. And you're disguising it as a church. That's disgraceful. It's a terrible thing to do."
"It's also cheap. Do you have any idea the tax break we can get by being a church?"
"No, but I think you should be reported."
"So who's going to do it ... you?"
"No ... I just need a place to sleep."
"Well ... if you don't mind working on your back, I think I can provide one."
"No thanks."
"Suit yourself. Tell you what, you need a place to sleep tonight ... I'll go ahead and let you stay anyway. Just don't ever tell anyone. I'd hate for people to get the wrong idea aobut me."
"Hmmmmmmmm ... " said Anna. "I somehow don't think I have a wrong idea about you."
"Yeah? Well, look, just to show you that I'm a good guy, why don't you go ahead and spend the night. No strings attached ... it's on the house, all right? I mean, what more could you want? Right?"
"Well ... I don't know."
"Come on, we'll set you up in one of the rooms to the back, and no one's going to bother you. I just hate to see a young kid out on the street. It's just not fair."
"Wow ... I sure would appreciate it."
"No problem. My pleasure, as a matter-of-fact."
He was looking at her kind of strange, but she knew better than to argue. It was late, and the city out there was strange and unfriendly ... and besides ... there had to be a lock on the door, didn't there?
He showed her the way to the room, and said, "There's a bathroom down the hall, should you need it. Knock first. You never know who else might be inside.'.
"Somehow, I think I'll be tempted to hold it in."
"Nonsense, child ... the lord doesn't want you to suffer."
"What do you know about the Lord?"
"I talk to him regularly. He gives me my instructions, and I carry out his desires."
"By running a place like this?"
"I told you, the little bugger moves in mysterious ways. Hey, I don't question it. But if he says to me, "Father Speilberg, set up a brothel to ease the sufferings of mankind ... " well, who am I to say no? I mean, that's how he got to be God, right? I'm not about to tell him he's wrong."
"You're really sick."
"Bless you my child."
She slammed the door, and found herself almost shaking. There was something about that man ... at the same time ridiculously tame, and yet seemingly dangerous too..
Sick. That was it. He was sick.
And then, there was still the matter of those two men who barged into Gus's diner after her. Who were they working for ... and why were they after her?
She was too tired to think about it.
In the morning ... in the morning ... she'd worry about it in the morning....
CHAPTER SIX
She thought the door was locked. She'd turned the button on the doorknob, at least.
So, when she found herself wide awake, staring up into the inky black darkness, she didn't at first think that there was anything amiss.
Then,, she heard it ... the sound of a footstep ... a soft, shuffling sound.
"Who's there?" she asked, her body suddenly alive with a charge of adrenalin.
"It's just me ... " said a mousy voice. "It's Wednesday ... remember? Oh ... tell me you haven't forgotten. Please, tell me you haven't forgotten."
"Get out of here ... who are you?"
"Oh ... that's cute. A new game. Oh, you know how much I like games and you've come up with a new game. Well ... let's just see if I can figure out what my role is supposed to be."
"Get out of here before I scream."
"Oh ... I get it ... you think I'm a prowler ... that I have evil intentions ... Oh ... lovely, lovely ... I do so like it. It's so deliciously wicked ... don't you know."
"Look, you've got the wrong room. Now you get out of here ... I'm not one of the girls who works here."
There was a pause, and then, uncertainly, he said, "Th-that's what y-you'd like me to believe, isn't it."
"Cut it out. I'm not playing a game."
More silence.
"Y-you, b-b-b-bc quiet, now ... a-and n-no one's going to hurt you."
Anna couldn't help herself. She started to laugh.
"Oh God ... you know ... if this was a game, you'd have already lost. Gosh, I've never heard such a lousy job of role-playing in my life."
"You're making f-fun of me, aren't you?" said the man, suddenly starting to catch on that he might have made a mistake and might very well be on the verge of acting silly.
"No ... of course not ... I just want to go to sleep. Now I told you, I don't work here. I just--! "
He was all over her.
She wished now that she'd turned on the light ... it occurred to her that she had no idea what he looked like, or anything about him.
Except that he was extremely strong. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight, and she started to scream.
But he was too quick for her.
Anticipating her scream, he had already clamped his hand over her mouth, sealing off all the sound ... trapping it, like her breath, in her throat.
She felt herself seized by a stab of blind panic.
"So ... you think you can fool me ... is that it. You try to send me out ... well, it won't work. Oh yes ... I'm on to your clever game. The good father informed me well ... 'You'll have to be a little firm with her, because she tends to wander off on her own little tangents ... ' he said. Well, you just listen to me, lady ... I don't tolerate any tangents. I know what I like, I know what I want, and I'd damn sure better get it ... or else I'm going to be very, very upset ... do you understand me? I'm going to be very, very upset indeed."
His arms were tightening around her ... clamping harder and harder around her body, constricting the breathing passage in her throat.
"Please," she finally managed to gasp, "please ... you're hurting me."
"Oh ... is that it, you want a little mercy, now. Well, let me tell you, I show no mercy to whores. If there's a class of people who deserve no mercy at all, it's whores ... that's why I pay for them ... my money is my mercy ... what more do you need? That's all you want, right? You want money ... that's what I have ... so don't go asking for a lot of mercy, because I'm too tough a customer for that. I don't take kindly to mercy."
Right ... thought Anna. He's deranged. Sick. And I was set up ... badly.
He had his hand back over her mouth now, and the quivering, mousy voice that she'd first heard was no longer in evidence ... he was a vicious person now ... one who was after only vengeance....
"What are you trying to play games with me for? You should know better. You should know better! You'll have to be taught a lesson!! Yesssss, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
He was slowly working something out of his pocket, keeping his grip firmly wrapped about her mouth.
She was struggling, remembering the ease with which she'd stopped that cold-faced man who broke into Gus's diner.
If only she could get around ...
But he was too quick, and was already taking precautions.
He was ... my God! He was tieing a gag around her mouth!
NOnonononononononooooooo she screamed, but already it was only in her mind ... he'd effectively stifled any sounds from escaping her throat.
Then, as she tried with renewed vigor to kick him in the balls, he grasped both her wrists and held them tightly.
"No ... no you don't, you slippery little slime ball you. This is not going to happen ... you're not going to hurt me, no matter how much you'd like to try. My, Father Speilberg was right, wasn't he? You really do need to be tamed. Well, I'll tell you this ... if you can be tamed ... I'm the one to do it. And if you can't, you'll die before I let you get the best of met So, you'd best decide right now to allow me to tame you. You'd best calm down ... but don't do it too quickly, or too easily ... That would ruin all the fun ... and we certainly don't want that, do we?"
He started to laugh, and it was a laugh that chilled Anna's blood.
He pulled her arms behind her now, and despite all her struggling, he easily bound her wrists together.
She was shrieking as loudly as she could into the gag, but there was virtually no sound coming out, and certainly none escaping through the heavy oak door out into the hall way.
She was effectively isolated from the rest of the world.
And if that world itself was hostile and unfriendly, and the shelter that she'd found equally hostile and treacherous ... what then was left to her?
He had her arms tied tightly now, and only then did he turn on the light.
He threw her onto the bed, and she immediately tried to get up.
He reached for her breasts, grabbed one of her nipples, and as he began to pinch it ... as hard as he possibly could, he started to grin ... an evil grin, devoid of all warmth ... there was no human emotion at all to be seen there on his face.
"You're a feisty one," he said, half with respect.
He pinched harder, and then, with both hands on each of her nipples now, he gave them terrible twists, pulling hard as he did so.
She cried out.
Through the gag even, the sound was loud, so laden with pain that even he seemed to have been surprised.
But he quickly recovered. He seemed, if anything, to be excited by her pain and her suffering.
He threw her back onto the bed, and this time he tied her legs as well as her arms.
"You'll be going no where now. Not unless I tell you to."
He laughed again, and then from his magical briefcase, he produced a long length of rope.
He quickly tossed it over a hook that was attached in the ceiling ... one that she'd not noticed earlier ... although similar hooks sticking out from the walls had captured her attention.
He pulled the two ends of the rope even and then, walking over to the bed, he picked her up and carried her to the center of the room where the rope was dangling freely from the hook in the ceiling.
"Stand," he said. It was a simple one word command, but she was in no mood to cooperate, and she refused.
He grabbed her breasts again, this time, squeezing them as tightly and as harshly as he possibly could.
She could feel his fingers digging into her mounds of soft, mushy, spongy flesh as hot darts of pain began at once to shoot up through her body.
She felt all of her muscles go rigid, and then begin a spastic dance of mindless overwhelming reaction to the sensation.
He simply laughed, squeezed harder, and then said, "Will you be a good little girl now?"
She looked up into his eyes, peering at her like two chips of cold ice ... and finally, overcome by the pain, she haltingly nodded.
He grinned with satisfaction and released her tender breasts.
Then he said, "Now stand. Right there. You cooperate, and you'll fare much better."
She stood.
She couldn't see that she had much of an alternative. Not if she wanted to keep both of her breasts.
He spun her around and with a practiced efficiency hand her bound wrists attached to the hanging rope almost at once.
She felt her arms being pulled up behind her.
It was incredibly painful ... more so than anything she'd ever contemplated before in her life.
She felt the joints in her shoulders being stretched more and more, pressed further and further to the point where they were going to pop right out.
She could feel it ... she knew that it would happen.
The only thing that she could do, as he pulled the rope tighter and tighter was to bend over further and further ... so that finally, while her arms were in no danger of popping out of joint, she was bent over at more than a ninety degree angle, and her arms seemed to be sticking straight up in the air, pulled into that awkward position by the rope that he had wrapped around them.
She was totally naked now.
Her ass and her pussy were completely exposed to him.
She felt his hands rubbing over them ... felt him probing up into her slit ... felt him pressing into her ass-hole ... pressing against her clitoris ... pressing against the inner walls of her cunt.
A single finger ... then two ... finally three and then four.
She was writhing at the end of the rope, feeling like a hooked fish.
He pressed hard against the rim of her hole, pressed" steadily harder, forcing the tight, narrow opening to slowly stretch ... further, further ... further..
How many fingers did he have up there? She couldn't say.
She only knew that it was so incredibly full, the feeling of being stuffed was so utter and complete, that she couldn't stand it.
She was shaking now ... there were cramps in her lower back, cramps in her thighs, cramps in her neck, cramps in her shoulders, in her arms....
All of her muscles were starting to spasm ... all of her joints were starting to feel unduly pressured.
She was in more pain than she'd ever thought possible.
He was stuffing more and more fingers into her....
Christ! He had fingers in her cunt ... fingers in her ass ... two? Three?
She could tell. She could feel him bringing the tips of the fingers in her cunt together with the tips of the fingers in her ass-hole ... pressing them together through the membranes that separated ... membranes that were all too thin, delicate, fragile, membranes that could too easily tear....
She felt him starting to move those fingers in and out ... felt him pressing harder and harder against any point of insistence that he could find.
He ignored her clit.
She'd have been grateful for that small a gesture ... it might well have gone a ways to counter the ever increasing pain that he was inflicting on her.
But as it was, there was nothing to translate the sensations into anything resembling pleasure ... there was only pain and discomfort.
"Yeah ... " he said, with satisfaction, "you're a hot slut ... I can tell. There's juice everywhere ... you're really asking for it, aren't you? Ha! Don't try to fool me. It won't work. You can't get away with it!! ! "
He then pulled all of his fingers out of her holes.
"I told you that you were going to need to be tamed. Well, my dear, this is the moment. You are now going to see what happens to little girls like yourself who are insolent, rude, and unfriendly to their customers ... to their masters."
He stopped.
She wished she could see what he was doing, but there was virtually no way for her to turn around.
She could hear the latches of his briefcase opening again.
He was taking something out of the briefcase ... she couldn't see, but she already had an idea what it might be.
"You are going to discover what happens when you are insolent. It is a terrible thing to be, my dear. It's something that you should strive just as hard as you are able to purge from your system. It is truly a terrible thing. Truly a terrible thing. And now you shall discover exactly how terrible."
She tensed up her muscles, and steeled her nerves for the beating that she was certain would follow at once.
But there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
Then, she felt his hands reaching around the side of her body, reaching once more for her large, firm breasts, hanging nearly straight down from her.
She caught a glimpse of something metallic.
It was between his fingers.
And then, as he held it up to her nipples, she realized what he was doing.
They were nipple clamps, and there were jagged, sharp teeth running along both the top andbottomof the spring tension jaws.
He closed the clamps, one at a time around each of her nipples.
She felt as if someone has poured molten lead right on her naked flesh.
The heat of the pain was literally unendurable.
The fact that she was forced to endure it, that she was forced to remain in exactly the position in which she had been placed ... the fact that she couldn't move an inch, no matter how bad the pain was, did nothing to alter the fact that the feeling was absolutely intolerable.
All she could do was to moan.
And moan she did. Loudly. Unceasingly.
He began to stroke her naked buttocks with his hands again, running his fingers up and down along both cheeks, running the tip of his fingers through her crack, touching her on her ass-hole, this time running down into her slit again, but focusing on her clitoris.
The thing was so hard and stiff, all he needed to do was to give it the scantest amount of contact....
She started to feel such a incomprehensible mixture of sensations, she didn't know what to do.
Her brain was slowly melting....
She was feeling a blinding hot pain ... and yet, her clitoris was sending equally strong impulses to her brain that she could only interpret as pleasure.
She was, in a word ... confused wide and slid out her tongue, to take long, slow swipes at his ass-hole.
I was a little frightened, now. I thought he was into being dominated, but as it turns out his bag is making me his slave. The only thing to do was to be as good a slave as possible.
So I was a good, dutiful slave. I was a good little girl, I was Daddy's little girl. I swiped at his ass-hole with my tongue, taking long, slow licks.
"You like this, don't you, my little lovely ... you'll like it even more when I get finished with your milky white skin ... when I've left my mark across your body ... and I promise you ... when I'm finished ... you'll have been tamed. I will guarantee it.
He let the tip of his whip dangle now over her buttocks.
Anna felt it. She could feel that there were several strands of leather ... she didn't know how many ... but her sense of touch was acute enough that she knew there were multiple strands of leather in the whip.
She knew what that meant.
She was in for a rough ... very rough ride.
His first stroke confirmed this.
He raised his arm ... she perhaps could tell by some faint shadow cast against the wall ... perhaps simply from some kind of heightened intuition that her dangerous situation enhanced in her ... but she knew that it was coming.
He let the whip fall across her buttocks, bringing the stroke down parallel to the crack between her buttocks, raking the leather strands right over her ass-hole and through that part of her cunt that was exposed in her bent over position.
She felt like her body was starting to melt.
He brought it down again.
And again.
And again.
And again. He was moving faster now ... and swinging with greater and greater force.
She started to cry out ... she was moaning louder and louder ... unable to control herself at all....
The pain was almost religious, in a way ... it was certainly a transcendant experience ... lifting her out of the temporal realm of her day to day life ... virtually lifting her right out of her body altogether.
He swung again and again, harder and harder....
Never once did he break stride....
Slowly, the surface of her skin seemed to go numb ... she felt a moistness ... and at first, to her dismay, she thought that possibly ... just possibly, she might be getting aroused despite her lack of desire....
But no ... it was no juice of arousal that she felt....
Rather ... it was blood ... smearing all over her body ... blood from her broken flesh ... blood from the open wounds that the whip was slicing over her body....
Blood ... but without pain ... her nerves had been so thoroughly assaulted that they were completely unable to react ... to respond. She would have to wait, she thought ... and later, she would feel the pain....
The awful pain of the wounds that he was opening across her body. She could still feel the striking of the leather against her skin, particularly when he would move to a new area....
Her thighs ... her back ... her buttocks ... the lower portions of her legs....
Each new spot brought with it an entirely new wave of blinding pain ... until it too slowly winked out into the dull numbness of a pain that was so intense that it spilled over into no-pain.
She was past thought ... past any ability to comprehend what was happening....
She felt his cock, and gave it no thought whatsoever.
She felt him pressing it against her pussy lips, felt the swollen glans pressing past the tight rim of her cunt hole, and gave it no thought.
It was simply one more sensation lost among all the others.
He pressed harder and harder ... he was opening her now ... the stretched membranes that he'd caused with his fingers now stood ready to receive his cock ... and the combination of blood and cunt juice made certain that the way would be smooth and unfettered and that there would be no friction to impede his entry.
He began to push harder ... his cock started to actually slide into her!
He continued to stroke her with the whip, bringing it down around the sides of her body now.
She could feel those awful leather straps ripping over the soft flesh of her two tortured tits, feel them actually pulling on her nipple clamps ... which were not going to be dislodged without taking a considerable chunk of her flesh with them.
He was sliding further and further into her virginal cunt.
Was it only that morning that she'd run from the hospital? It didn't seem possible. But she had ... and during that day, she'd learned more about life than she'd ever thought possible.
And now ... before the next day could even have a chance to begin, she was now enduring the ultimate violation ... not only was she being raped, she washaving her body torn and scarred, and she was feeling the very spark of her life and her endurance ebbing from her.
How much longer could she last?
How much more did she have to put up with?
The chances are very good that she would have been dead before much longer.
She was, after all, a young girl, with a body that until then, had been totally unaccustomed to the kind of abuse that she was enduring. One simply does not inflict that kind of torment on an untrained body, and expect any thing but destruction.
A woman must be brought along slowly, allowed to accustom herself to each new graduation in the level of pain to which she is to be subjected ... otherwise she will find herself collapsing ... as Anna was doing right now.
A pity too ... for there is perhaps nothing so delicious, so inviting, so enticing as a woman with a well trained body ... a body that has been slowly toughened and seasoned through a well planned training program ... brought up carefully through stages ... allowed to experience each new level to it fullness ... allowed to get used to the dynamics of each level before being forced onto the next higher plateau.
Anna was allowed none of this ... and so there is obviously no way that she could have been expected to perform with any degree of credibility.
Her tormentor, of course, was interested in none of it. He was merely concerned with satisfying some degenerate craving within his twisted mind, and having been given the go-ahead from the equally degenerate 'Father', there were virtually no restraints on him.
He had his cock buried all the way in her now ... he had, perhaps, never experienced a cunt that was quite this tight ... quite this wet ... quite this helpless.
All cunts should be so wet ... all bodies, so supple, all virgins, so helpless.
Again and again the whip descended.
Again and again the horrifying cracks sounded.
And he began to fuck her, in earnest.
So captivated with her was he, that the rising commotion out in the hallway simply escaped him.
Anna too remained oblivious, having much more pressing matters to concern herself with.
But there was a rising commotion, squeals of fear, screams of pain....
What was it?
Finally when the din reached the point right outside the door, Anna began to become aware of it.
Her thoughts were far too twisted by this time for her to make any sense of it, but she-was clear enough to recognize a scream of pain when she heard it.
"Yessssssssssssss!" came a shattered, tortured voice. "In there!! ! "
Her tormenter seemed to be so lost in his own world that he couldn't possibly recognize any variation in what was happening outside, but even though she couldn't think clearly, Anna seized upon the sound as something akin to hope ... not something that she could reach through logic ... but it triggered a similar reaction anyway.
Then, the door splintered.
There were more screams, and suddenly, the cock in her cunt was ripped out of her body.
There was a hideous scream' of agony, and it continued ... unabated.
She felt the tension at her arms slacken, at last ... and then, suddenly, nerves that had been tortured into a mute kind of unfeeling numbness sparked back to life as blood began its restless pulsing through her veins.
And she knew then the extent of the damage. She felt as if she'd had gasoline poured over her, and a lighted match tossed at her.
She felt almost as if she was on some kind of drug ... so intense was the pain.
And it was growing more and more intense with every passing second.
She fell to the floor.
The bonds at her feet and her wrists were hastily removed and she felt gentle hands on her, turning her over.
She looked up into the eyes of the man she'd kicked in the balls earlier that day.
Amazingly enough, there was compassion there....
He pulled the gag from around her mouth.
"Oh ... " she gasped ... "oh thank you, thank you. I'm sorry for what I did today ... really I am...."
"Shhhhh!" he said. "There will be time enough for words when we talk. Now, it is the present, and we must seek the future before it finds us."
"Huh?" said Anna, fearing that she was so dazed that she couldn't understand ordinary English.
The huge Oriental giant paused a moment, keeping the man who'd been whipping her hanging in mid-air with one of his massive hands clasped about that thin, scrawny neck, turned to Anna and flashed her a dazzling smile. Unfortunately, one of teeth was missing, somewhat tarnishing the effect, but still and all, he was big enough that she doubted anyone would have bothered mentioning the fact to him.
"Worry you not about him. He talk always like that."
"You ... big boy, you shut up, you hear?"
"Ah, I take care of you next," said the giant.
He then returned to the face in his hands, already well on its way to becoming hamburger. He quickly finished the job, to sickening effect, and they gathered up Anna and carried her out.
The scene in the hallway was stunning, to say the least.
There had been items of furniture, earlier that evening, as Anna had made her way back to the room.
Now, they were rather carelessly arranged in shattered fragments around various unconscious forms.
She saw Father Speilberg. His arm seemed to have been wrapped around his neck in a way that nature hadn't intended.
He wasn't moving.
His face was quite bloody.
Up and down the hall, naked men and women seemed to have fallen to the ground ... and their positions, as well as many strange markings on the walls, suggested that they'd landed where they remained, after having been propelled with great force INTO the walls.
It was frightening.
The giant surveyed his handiwork (for it was obvious that no one else could have possibly been responsible for the carnage that greeted her) and smiled a satisfied grin.
"You were a bit heavy handed, don't you think?" asked the smaller man, whose face was still as cold as she'd thought earlier, but whose overall presence seemed now to have warmed considerably.
They raced out into the night, just as the first wail of sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Are they coming for you?" she asked the giant.
He laughed a deep merry jovial rolling laugh, and said "Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here. I'd hate to have to explain that mess in there."
And they bundled her into a massive limousine, and they were gone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She took a long time waking up. Perhaps it was the bed.
The orphanage had never had a bed this intense before.
That was the word all right. Intense. It seemed to go on forever.
She'd gotten so used to having her feet stick out over the edge of the bed in the orphanage that she wasn't sure what to do here ... she stretched out, as far as she could possibly go, and she was still covered up. All of her!
Wow, she thought.
And then, there were the windows.
In the orphanage, you were usually awakened by the light pouring through the cheap yellow paper window shades.
Easily a half hour after dawn and there was enough light to make you squint whether you were asleep or not.
When she opened her eyes here, she thought that it was still night.
Then she saw the thin line of light around the edge of the curtains, and realized that there was a world out there that had already begun its day.
In here, however, wherever that was (she still had no inkling) the day waited on them. Daylight did not enter until it was called.
The temperature was perfect, as well. She'd gotten used to sweltering in the summer and freezing in the winter.
There had been perhaps two weeks out of the entire year that had been comfortable.
But she had the feeling that here, they were comfortable whenever they chose to be. Again, the weather seemed to be at the mercy of the people who controlled this world.
For that's how it felt to her, like she'd been plucked from the world she knew and set down in this strange environment.
Every sensation seemed to be new ... alien ... bizarre.
Certainly not unpleasant.
But strange ... things that she would have to learn to accustom herself to in the future.
She could smell a faintly delicious scent from somewhere in the house, and she assumed that somebody was preparing breakfast for someone.
Her?
She hoped so. She was, as usual, hungry. Perhaps, whoever these people were, they would place as much importance on having good food, and lots of it, as they did on having a comfortable environment.
She slowly got out of bed, and again, there was a new sensation. Her bare feet came into contact with a thick carpet, one that extended from wall to wall.
She was once again stunned.
She'd gotten so used to the hard wood floors of the orphanage, and of feeling sand and dirt whenever she walked barefoot that the change was profound.
And significant.
She touched the blankets that had been covering her.
Some kind of finely woven material ... maybe silk. Maybe something else ... but without a doubt of the highest quality.
She looked around the room, which she could now see in sharper detail. It was beautiful ... there were paintings on the walls, and without even checking, she knew that they would be originals, and not some cheap department store reproduction.
That, for some reason, frightened her.
It, more than anything else, seemed to be a symbol of the opulence into which she'd been dropped, and she wasn't sure at all how to cope with it.
She pulled the curtain back from the window and looked out....
And she gasped.
Immediately below her, there was a large, rolling lawn extending down a gently sloping hill, perfectly clipped and manicured for almost as far as the eye could see.
It looked like a park.
There were several expensive automobiles parked in the driveway, which seemed to curve away out of sight ... curve around the most imposing element in the view that greeted her.
It was a house ... palace was more like it.
It was the most splendid mansion that she'd ever seen in her life, either with her eyes or in a book.
She saw that she herself was in some kind of smaller structure ... a guest house perhaps....
The mansion itself was across a large courtyard, salted with beds of flowers, beautiful hedges and other foliage.
She was in another world.
"Leapin' Lizards," she said softly to herself. "I've got a feeling that I'm not anywhere I've ever known before."
She was a little stunned, a little frightened, and quite a bit excited.
Then, she realized that she was still very weak.
This was made known to her in a most direct fashion.
She fell to the carpeted floor when her legs grew weak and gave out beneath her.
She cried out, and for a second was afraid that no one would be around to help her and wondered if she was just dizzy or if she was really sick....
But then the door opened and a maid came rushing in.
"Oh my ... my. Mistress Anna, are you quite all right?"
"Yeah ... I think so," said the plucky girl ... "but I really don't know."
"Come on ... come on ... I'll help you up."
"Thanks. Who are you."
"I'm Rose."
"Rose. I like that name. You're from England, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes ... how could you tell."
"I think it was your accent."
"Oh, it's still pretty thick, then, is it?"
"Yeah ... kind of."
"Well, I don't mind. I guess there's worse places you could be from, ain't there?"
"I wouldn't know. I've never been anywhere."
"Oh, I know. But that's all changing."
"What do you mean, it's all changing."
"Well, now that you've come here to live, you'll be like royalty. Well, you are royalty, kind of. It's like being a princess or something."
"Umm ... right. Listen, uh, Rose. I was wondering. Just exactly where am I?"
"Oh, you mean you don't know?"
Her eyes widened in shock."
"No ... all I know is that these two weird clowns were following me around yesterday after I split from the hospital, and-"
She was smiling. "What's funny?" asked Anna."
"That was last week."
"What?"
"Yes. You've been in bed for a week."
"You're not serious."
"Yes. They kept you sedated ... it was safer that way ... you were very sick and in great pain."
Anna was stunned. "How long have I been here."
"Oh, several days."
"You're not serious."
"Oh yes. I wouldn't lie to you. Hardly. It wouldn't be proper."
"Well ... I'll go along with that, but I'm a little confused. Why ... I mean, where the fuck am I?"
Rose's eyes widened at her language, but she giggled and said "This it the home of Mr. Oliver Warcrimes."
"Really?"
Somehow, it didn't surprise, her. "You know, I thought I'd turned down the offer."
"Mr. Warcrimes doesn't like to be turned down ... for any reason. He simply won't tolerate it."
"But ... who am I? I mean ... what is it about me that he wants? I'm just a nobody, and I don't have anything that would make someone like him want me?"
"Oh? And how would you know that?"
"Gosh ... look at this place, Rose! I mean, it's like the Roman Empire ... he's a fucking Ceasar ... and who am I? Why me? Why would he go to all the trouble of watching over me ... and of protecting me...."
She fell silent.
She hadn't quite thought about it in those terms before ... but in a way, that's what had been going on. He was her guardian angel....
But she hadn't asked for it, and she wasn't sure she wanted it to continue ... despite the fact that he'd been very, very good to her....
"I'm feeling a little strange, Rose ... " said Anna. "I think I need some food."
She giggled.
"I'm not a bit surprised. That's why I'm here. Now ... you just crawl right back into bed, and I've got a nice surprise for you."
"A surprise ... for me? Oh ... wow ... I don't think I can take too many more surprises...."
"I think you'll find this one fairly easy to take."
"Really ... ? "
She climbed back into bed ... not without a touch of trepidation ... she'd had more than enough surprises for anyone in the past week or two....
Still and all ... Rose seemed to be honest, and a good person.
She waited, pulling the thick quilted blanket up over her head, sort of as means of protection ... and then ... Rose opened the door and came in with a push cart that was packed with the most sumptuous breakfast that Anna had ever contemplated ... in her dreams or anywhere else.
"Leapin' Lizards ... is all that for me."
"Well, the servants certainly don't eat that well."
"I'm ... I mean ... gosh! I guess I just don't know what to say."
"That's best! You shouldn't talk with your mouth full anyway ... and unless I miss my guess ... you're going to be keeping it full."
She stared down at the cart.
"I don't believe it. I really don't believe it."
There were eggs ... there were English muffins ... there were bowls of jam and jelly ... there were pancakes ... there was french toast ... there were crushed walnuts.
There was fresh fruit, fruit juice (three different kinds) there was cake, there was whipped cream (real whipped cream, in a bowl, that you spooned out ... not that you sprayed from a can) there was coffee.
"I don't think I can possibly eat all this."
"Oh ... well, of course not. But you deserve the right to choose."
"What?"
"Well of course. That's what Mr. Warcrimes is always saying. 'We live in America!' he says, 'and in America you have freedom of choice!" Oh, and it's so stirring, to hear him speaking in his deep rolling bass voice ... ah, he's such a fine splendid example of what the upper classes are supposed to be."
Anna stared down at the array of food set before her.
She found it hard to believe that she'd been put in the hospital by Miss Fimp for sticking one small filet of fish behind the radiator. Waste ... she had said. Waste. My God ... what was this?
"What's going to happen to the food I don't eat?"
"Oh, it will be thrown away, of course," Rose said in passing.
"Well, if I'm supposed to have freedom of choice, why didn't you come and ask me what I wanted before you fixed all this stuff ... then, you could have prepared just what I was going to eat, and there wouldn't have been any waste."
Rose giggled. "My, but I find that so charming. I suppose that's what the lower classes out in the world have to do, don't they ... develop a pragmatic attitude. Well ... I can tell you this, you'd best get rid of that in a hurry. Mr. Warcrimes does not approve."
"You're kidding?"
"Oh no!"
"But, I would think that with all his money, he'd be the kind of person that would insist on saving."
"Oh no ... " Rose giggled. Then, she assumed a solemn look, lowered her voice and imitating
Oliver Warcrimes, she said "The consumers, God-bless 'em, they're the ones who make America what it is. How else do you expect business to record profits, if they don't sell! And how the fuck are they going to sell if all those stupid consumers are out there being frugal and thrifty. Hell, consume ... consume ... CONSUME!! ! "
"Oh my," said Anna, "he gets very worked up over it, does he?"
"Yes ... quite."
Anna looked back at the array of food that was in front of her, swallowed one last bit of reluctance about the waste that was in evidence, and then, succumbing to hunger, she dove in.
By the time she had finished, there was much less wasted than she would have imagined.
"Well leapin' lizards ... would you look at what I've gone and do ... I think I've eaten a lot more than my poor stomach can hold."
Rose giggled.
"I think it's splendid. I did so enjoy watching you eat. It's evidence of a healthy body, when one has a good appetite."
"What about you, Rose? Don't you want some?"
"Oh my heavens, no," she said, sounding just a little shocked and scandalized. "I've already eaten, thank you, but even so, it's just not proper for the servants to eat with the family."
"But I'm not family."
"Well ... you are now ... at least, we've been instructed to treat you as such."
Anna sat back, feeling stranger and stranger.
"Now," said Rose, "I think it's time you had a bath. It's been over a week you know."
"I guess so. I'm starting to get just a little ripe, aren't I?"
Rose laughed.
"Come, I'll draw your water, and then we'll wash you."
"We!"
"Why, of course. That's why I'm here. I'm your personal maid. I've been assigned to you. I think we'll get along famously, don't you?"
"Gosh ... I don't know ... I've never had a maid before. It all sounds kind of barbaric, sort of."
"Oh, don't say that. It's a quite honorable profession, I assure you. I'm very proud to be in the employ of the family. It's such a prestigious post. I really couldn't ask for anything more."
"Wouldn't you like to be your own person though? I mean, don't you get tired of existing only to serve someone else's whims?"
"Oh my ... " she said looking nervously about. "I don't think that's proper thinking at all. I mean, it's virtually subversive."
"I agree ... there's no harm in stirring the stew now and then, is there?"
"Oh, Anna, you have such spunk and spirit."
Rose sounded almost envious. "I don't know what to do with you. But please, for my sake, don't be talking all the time about such notions ... it's really unthinkable."
"But why ... ? "
"Please ... I shouldn't be letting you say such things to ine. It's not proper, and it's not right. Now. What about that bath."
"I'm quite able to wash myself."
Rose looked very hurt.
"But you don't understand ... that's my job. It's why I'm here. If you don't allow me to do my job, there won't be any use for me ... and they'll just send me elsewhere...."
There was a catch to her voice, as if that prospect was far more horrifying than she was suggesting on the surface.
"Where would they send you?"
Rose fell silent for a moment. Then she said "Never you mind. Lordy, but aren't you the snoopy one?"
She was lighthearted again, all smiles, but the cloud that had crossed her face remained in Anna's thoughts. So, she thought to herself, things weren't all roses for Rose, here in fantasy land.
"Come along now," Rose said to Anna at last. "I'm going to run your bath, and then, I'm going to show you why you have a personal maid, and why it's something that you won't want to give up."
"Okay," said Anna, resigned to the fact that if she refused she would hurt Rose ... not only her feelings, but in ways that she couldn't understand yet. But she would. She was going to learn what made this place tick.
The bathroom was opulent ... that's the only word for it.
"I feel like a queen," said Anna, stunned by the glittering fixtures. "Gosh, are they really ... ? "
"Oh, yes. Quite. Gold. Mr. Warcrimes insists on it. He feels that unless one is allowed to surround oneself with the finest, one's values tend to become blurred, and the temptation to compromise oneself increases ... he refuses.
Anna stared in stunned awe.
"He's been known to say 'I'll wipe my ... my butt ... only he doesn't say 'butt' ... with silk, before I'll settle for second rate."
Anna was starting to get an idea of what the man was all about. She wasn't at all convinced that she liked it.
The water was the perfect temperature ... of course.
"My ... what's in it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well ... it feels so good against my skin ... kind of oily ... but not greasy or anything...."
"Oh ... of course, I forget ... I suppose you were only used to water from the pipe lines, isn't that right?"
"Yeah ... you mean this isn't ... ? "
"Good heavens no. Mr. Warcrimes has his own personal wells that provide the entire estate with nothing but fresh, pure spring water."
"Wow ... I don't know what to say."
"Well, if you want my advice ... I'd say that you should lie back, and close your eyes, and relax. And let me take over from here."
The tub had at first seemed to be strangely contoured, but as Anna allowed herself to relax, she realized that her body fit into the gentle sloping curves almost as if it had been molded to her.
"I've never felt so comfortable in a tub in my life."
"That's only the beginning," said Rose. Anna opened her eyes and saw that Rose had removed her white maid's dress, and now was wearing a small, two-piece bathing suit.
"Wow, that's a neat suit," Anna said.
Rose blushed.
"Well, I don't want to get my outfit all wet, now do I."
Anna was looking at the girl's body. "You've got a great build, you know that?"
"Oh ... now stop that. You're going to give me a swelled head."
Anna noticed that she was very nicely swollen elsewhere. She compared the girl's breasts to her own, and found that she had a ways to go before they developed to those dimensions.
"Gosh," she said "I wish I was that big."
"Anna! Really ... you do say the most amazing things."
"Well, it's true. I've wanted big ones for the longest time now, and they seem to have stopped."
"Oh, I think you've got a very nice shape."
"Not as nice as yours."
Rose again blushed. "You hush now ... it's just going to get in the way of your enjoyment of this. I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life."
The welts and broken skin that Anna had sustained in the whipping back at Father Speilberg's church seemed to have for the most part healed ... the skin was still tender, but the water was extremely soothing, and comforting. " Rose's fingers touched Anna on her shoulders.
Her touch was soft and delicate. Anna felt a surge of tingling sensation flutter down her back. "Oh ... my...."
"Shhhh ... " soothed Rose. "It's going to get better. Much better."
Rose began to gently work on the muscles in Anna's shoulders. Anna felt the girl's fingers pressing into her skin, felt her pressing harder and harder, almost hurting from time to time ... but the feeling was never really unpleasant.
"What are you doing?" she asked Rose.
"I'm doing something that I don't think you've ever had done before."
"I know ... I'll agree to that, but what is it?"
"You've got all this horrible tension in your muscles. I swear, some of them feel like thick rope. I'm just trying to force them to relax. You have no idea how much energy is taken up by keeping all that tension in your muscles ... it's terrible."
Anna felt pockets of energy as if they were suddenly materializing out of nowhere and then exploding inside her.
"Oh ... " she moaned at one point.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No ... it feels great. I've never felt anything so wonderful in my life."
"Oh, I do so like that. Tell me more."
"I like the way you touch me, Rose. It feels great."
"Mmmmmm ... I like hearing that too. I like the way you feel."
She continued her almost loving caressing of Anna's body, softly bringing her fingers closer and closer to the girl's breasts, yet never making herself obvious.
She worked the muscles of Anna rib-cage, slipping her fingers beneath the girl's body, pressing up and down along her spinal column.
"Why don't you sit up a moment," Rose suggested, and Anna did so, leaning forward a ways.
"Right ... that's fine," said Rose. "You're going to find this a little painful at first, but I promise you, it will be worth it."
Rose then began to seek out specific points along Anna's back, seeming to fall right between the joints of her bones, and there, she would apply pressure that was so intense that Anna thought she was going to cry out in pain.
"Be careful," she said at one point. "That's still sore and tender."
"Oh, I know," said Rose. "I can tell. My God, I'm just shocked that you were so badly abused."
"I know ... but it's all worked out for the best, probably."
""I hope so," said Rose, once more moving her fingers around Anna's body, moving them to the front, touching them to the girl's breasts.
Anna's nipples were hard and taut.
She felt Rose's fingers on her, felt them stroking and caressing the tender flesh.
It seemed perfect, somehow, for Rose to be doing this. It felt so delicious, and the oils that had been added to the water made her skin feel perfectly smooth and yielding.
Rose's fingers slid easily over the surface of Anna's body, and as they did so she managed to continue to seek out. pockets of tension, work on them till they relaxed somewhat, and then move on to somewhere else.
Anna had never dreamed that she was so wracked with tension ... but she couldn't deny the results that Rose was having on her body.
It was as if new and vitalizing energy had been pumped into her.
She felt as if there were places in her body that she was now suddenly aware of, that she was able to reclaim as her own.
And all the while, Rose managed to continue returning to Anna's breasts, pressing into the soft, pliant flesh, rubbing them, squeezing them, however, doing it softly, with loving care ... and not with the harsh finality that she'd experienced at the hands of other men.
She was devoting all of her attention now to
Anna's breasts. Pressing her palms against Anna's nipples, the girl began to rub her hand slowly but firmly up, then back down ... up, then down ... up, then down."
Anna closed her eyes, feeling the sensation seeming to build up within her, each new tactile stimuli simply adding to the overall effect....
And then, as if her conscious thoughts had for a moment been suspended, she felt like she woke up suddenly, and realized ... she's getting me aroused ... the same way that Gus did....
She could feel sensations gathering between her legs, even though Rose hadn't yet touched any part of her below the waist.
But her cunt was starting to feel that familiar warm glow that told Anna that there was a lot more sensation in store for her ... a lot more than was being felt at the moment.
She closed her eyes, settled back and allowed Rose to just do whatever she wanted to do with her breasts.
A breasts massage ... that's what it was turning into ... and Rose knew what she was doing, too.
Anna had never been so aware of her breasts, or of all the minute pleasure centers within those spongy mounds of flesh. She began to want more.
Please, she was thinking to herself, touch me harder ... work on my nipples more ... squeeeze them a little harder....
Rose held back though, deliberately or not, Anna couldn't tell ... but it had the effect of driving her wild.
She felt frustration and tension mounting ... strange, because Rose was supposedly there to ease the tension.
But the tension that she was creating was of a far different variety....
It was a carefully controlled sexual tension, and Anna slowly allowed herself to fall into the rhythm that Rose was setting up inside her body.
She found that the desire for more, was in itself arousing.
Each moment that she thought to herself, I want more, I want more, she was becoming hotter and hotter ... whereas if Rose had simply granted her the release that she thought she wanted, right then, it wouldn't have been nearly as effective.
Higher and higher, still with the girl's fingers touching her only above the waist.
But Anna began to think about that mossy grotto between her legs, and she knew even without touching herself that her clitoris would be stiff and throbbing.
She could feel it pulsating there, sending out gentle itching sensations.
And was she ever starting to want someone to scratch it! Rose!
Oh please, she thought to herself, please ... touch me ... touch me there....
She wanted to feel those gentle fingers right on top of her clit ... she wanted to feel her body respond to Rose's touch ... she wondered, did the girl know what she was doing?
Was it possible that Rose was merely giving her a 'rub-down' with no real thoughts of sex intruding?
No, thought Anna ... it wasn't possible. The girl knew exactly what she was doing and she was doing it with exquisite style.
Finally Anna couldn't take any more.
She moved around in the tub, halfway stretching her body, emitted a low moan from her lips, and looked up at Rose.
"You've got lovely fingers."
"You've got a lovely body to touch," said Rose.
"Mmmmmmm ... well why don't you just keep on touching it."
"I'd like to ... I'd like that very much," said Rose, her voice deeper now, sounding as if she herself was growing as aroused as she was making Anna.
"Anna arched her back just a little, but it was enough.
As if she'd openly offered Rose her cunt, Rose let her fingers move for the first time below the girl's waist.
"Oh," Anna said, feeling a sudden surge of energy rippling through her body.
"I don't know what to say ... " said Rose, staring at Anna's cunt now. "You're so pretty ... I can't believe that someone was allowed to do such terrible things to you. Oh ... it's tragic."
"Yeah, but it's over now."
"Is it. But what about the scars ... on your body ... and on your poor young, impressionable mind?"
"I guess I'll just have to hope they're not there."
Rose touched Anna's clit. The girl cried out.
"Did that hurt?" asked Rose, alarmed. "I don't want to hurt you."
She quickly pulled her fingers away from Anna's pussy.
Anna grabbed them, and jamming them back between her legs, said, "Don't you worry about that. I'll tell you if you're hurting me. But let me promise you now ... if you keep that up ... you're going to have to get used to hearing me make a lot of noise."
"Mmmmm ... " said Rose, sounding pleased, "I think I could easily tolerate that."
"Then what are you waiting for, lady?"
A good question.
There was, in fact, nothing left to wait for. And with that, Rose began to make Anna feel like she'd never felt before.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh God," Anna moaned. "I don't know how to...."
"Shh!" soothed Rose. "I'll make you feel wonderful."
"You already are making me feel wonderful. I've never felt so wonderful in my life."
"Good. Now, you just lie there, and I'll take care of you. You won't have to do anything. I'll take care of you real fine, my little lady, and you won't have a thing to worry about. Rose is your personal maid, and we're going to get along real good."
She gently pulled Anna up from the bath, helped her out, and softly dried her off.
Once, Anna made a move to take the towel from Rose's hands, but the maid indignantly snatched it back.
"Now ... we'll have none of that. You're a lady here ... you're supposed to simply stand there, and let the servant take care of you. I can see we're going to have a lot of teaching to do."
"Well ... Leapin' Lizards. I don't know how to just stand there and let someone take care of me. I've never done it before!"
"I'll bet that if you just try, you'll find it's a lot easier than you would have thought."
"But...."
"No buts ... " said Rose, pulling the soft towel through Anna's pussy. Anna felt the tingling sensations rippling all through her body, felt them shuddering through her muscles....
"Oh, Rose ... the way that you touch me ... it's really amazing."
"I know. I've had a lot of training ... do tell me that you like what I do to you. Please ... tell me that you like what I do to you."
"Well golly, Rose, isn't it obvious?"
"I suppose so. But I'm feeling as strange as you are, I think. This is the first time I've ever been assigned to one person, all by myself."
She finished drying the young orphan off and taking her hand, gently led her back to the bed.
"Now ... you lie down there, and I'm going to show you what I mean."
"Okay. If you insist."
She lay across the soft quilted down covers, on her stomach, spreading her legs, and Rose leaned over the bed after her, climbing aboard.
Anna watched in fascination as Rose lowered her head, closer, closer, closer, closer....
Gus had done that, hadn't he. Sure ... but this was different. This was a" sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life.
It was like a hot blast of white light, white heat, white electricity, surging through her entire body at once.
"Ohhhhhh!! " she cried out, arching her back abruptly. She felt the world start to spin.
"Oh, so you like that, do you?"
"You already knew that I would," Anna said, regaining her thoughts.
"Sure ... but it's always nice to see a reaction, to know that it's working.
"Believe me, Rose, it's working ... oh God ... do it again ... please...."
She lowered her head again, letting her tongue touch the outer lips of Anna's pussy, letting the soft wet tip lick slowly over the moist pink flesh between the girl's parted legs.
Anna was already moaning loudly. She felt a quickening in her heart.
She could feel blood pounding through her veins, through her whole body, sounding in her ears and throbbing in her breast like a mammoth bass drum.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she began to moan over and over, unable to say anything else now, unable to think, unable to do anything past the simple experiencing of the sensations rippling off of the tip of Rose's tongue ... that delicious, wonderful, devastating tongue....
"More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more," Anna begged at one point.
"My, aren't we the demanding sort ... I'm amazed. I truly am. A minute ago, you were telling me that you didn't want me to serve you ... now you're begging for more."
"Oh ... I know ... I'm terrible ... but I can't help it. It feels so good ... and it's been such a long time since I felt good."
"There, there, child, you take it easy now ... you're going to be fine. Rose promises it."
So saying, she slipped her arms underneath Anna's legs, positioning them directly behind the girl's knee-caps.
She began to raise Anna up ... she bent the girl's legs, pressing them up off of the bed and pushing them back toward Anna's head.
This opened the girl's pussy like it was a new flower, and as those dewy petals unfolded, she felt her back curving upwards.
Rose lowered her head, extended her tongue and licked across the length of the girl's wet slit.
Electric depth charges went off all through Anna's abdomen.
Rose licked up through her slit a second time.
Again, the girl felt as if her body was coming apart.
A third time, still keeping her tongue in a position to simply glide along the surface, she licked her way up through the girl's cunt.
Anna was starting to feel herself lose her grip on reality.
The sensations between her legs were becoming the most significant thing in her life., the only thing, in fact, that she was able to concentrate on.
The orphanage ... Gus, Miss Fimp, Sinbad, the Cobra ... all of them vanished behind a curtain of passion that Rose was lowering with a fierce determination.
She was making her strokes along the length of Anna's slit shorter now, but at the same time she was moving deeper into the girl's cunt.
Anna could feel her inside, between her lips, tickling around the edges of the rim of her cunt hole, pressing on through, moving up just a little to play at the bottom edge of her stiff clitoris.
She felt Rose's tongue moving further on ... she felt the girl moving up her pussy slit, focusing almost completely now on her stiffened, engorged clit.
It was like having a feather tickling her, so light was the maid's touch.
"Oh. yes, oh yes," Anna moaned, rolling her body as much as she was able in the position in which Rose had her, but it wasn't necessary. Rose had no intentions of teasing the girl. She was simply going to drive her to the ultimate peak of her arousal, and then, keep her there ... until at last, the girl's own body took control, claiming the orgasm it so craved and desired.
She pulled the muscle of her tongue into as tight a knot as she could, and pressing the tip right onto Anna's clit, she began to slowly move her head from side to side, still keeping the pressure very light, moving her tongue almost as if it was a stylus, and she was tracing a pattern of lust over the girl's enflamed membranes.
She now began to move faster, faster ... a little faster....
She was keeping the tip of her tongue right against Anna's clit, and the girl was slowly, but steadily, going out of her mind.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... " she moaned. "I can't get enough. More ... oh, don't stop ... please, don't stop. I can't get enough. I really can't get enough. I'm going out of my mind ... I'm going crazy ... I ... I ... I ... " and then, she was blasted by the first wave of her arousal, not a full orgasm, but perhaps the first tremors of one.
She sucked in her breath in a single vicious gasp as all her muscles went totally stiff.
She threw her head back and for a moment, she felt a vast space opening up beneath her ... felt the first sensations of falling ... of tumbling down, down, down into an empty cove....
But it was illusion, and Rose, sensing how close the girl was, pulled her tongue back. Not yet, she said to herself. Not yet. Not yet....
* * *
"This is all your fault," said the Cobra to Sinbad.
"Please, you worthless turd, would you kindly refrain from attempting to assign blame. You, I might point out, were aligned with me ... we were paired together, and if you want to know the truth, it was you who was holding me back.
"You overgrown mutant ... tell me, what reactor were you born next to?"
"Silence, worm, or you shall see how closely you resemble a toothpick."
"What! Indeed. You'd be taking on much more than you could handle, if you ever once tried-"
The light over the door went on.
The two of them fell silent. They exchanged glances. Then, both of them swallowing, the extended hands, shook, rose, and walked through the door.
At first glance, the opulent office appeared empty.
There was a large globe along one wall ... the land masses stood out in relief, with all the major ocean currents outlined, and an up to the minute topographic outline, including whatever political developments might be affecting the world at that moment.
A handsome library lined the other wall. Thick draperies, pulled, allowed no light from the outside world. There was a massive desk, cluttered with papers, but not chaotic. One got the impression that the owner would be able to locate anything within a matter of seconds.
There was a series of various electronic implements tucked neatly into the shelves.
Both men knew that behind that wall, the nerve center of Oliver Warcrimes' empire was located. The man could be in contact with any point in the world, in a matter of minutes, from this very room. From the banks of computer chips that were assembled next door, he could call up fully detailed reports on virtually any subject whatsoever, all of the information perfectly tabulated and footnoted....
Oliver Warcrimes paid more money to make certain that his data banks were up to date each year than General Motors, IBM and ATT earned, combined.
It was the whereabouts of that man that now concerned the Cobra and Sinbad. The best guess was that he was seated in his chair, the back of which faced them, that he would begin speaking to them, and then, slowly, rotate the chair around to show them his displeasure.
They were wrong.
Suddenly, both men were coated with a dose of ice water.
"WHA--! " shouted the Cobra.
Sinbad, knowing better, simply turned around, and saw, perched atop a ladder over them, the wickedly grinning countenance of Oliver Warcrimes, empty bucket in hand.
"GOTTCHA!! " he shouted, triumphantly.
Cobra simply fumed, but Sinbad, knowing his employer's strange quirks, merely smiled and allowed "Yes sir, it would appear that you did. The joke's on us, I believe the saying goes."
Oliver Warcrimes hopped down from the ladder, his tuxedo which he always seemed to wear (Did a man of his wealth own no other clothes, wondered Sinbad) and grinned at them some more. With his perfectly bald pate, he looked to Sinbad like a crazed skull.
"You two have disappointed me. I thought to myself, how can I best show them my displeasure? I first considered that you were no longer of any use to me, and that perhaps I could use you to determine the endurance of the human brain when subjected to my kneW high-frequency laser beam. HA! You wouldn't have liked that too fucking much would you, you overgrown ape?"
"No sir, I have to say I would find it most unpleasant."
"Damn fucking straight you would. But then, I thought to myself, Nah! Why waste so much time on them?"
The cobra began to scratch.
"They fucked up, but they're insignificant, right? So, I said, I'll just embarrass them. Play a little joke on them, eh?"
He nudged the giant in the ribs.
Tire cobra was scratching more furiously now.
And as if the condition was infectious, Sinbad now began to scratch, first on his chest, then, on his back, and then, more intensely, all over his body. The Cobra began to make whining noises....
Oliver Warcrimes watched, in amusement.
"Yes, gentlemen, you have truly disappointed me. That little girl almost died due to your neglect. I wish that wasn't the case, but alas, it is. I cannot tolerate failure of such a magnitude. I removed Almira Fimp, my personal operative, when she crossed the line and was no longer capable of functioning properly ... and now, I'm afraid I must remove you. Because you see, that little girl is no orphan. She's my daughter. And now, after looking after her for all these years, you two fools nearly lost her."
Sinbad and the Cobra were on the floor now, rolling around, rubbing themselves all over. They were whimpering, crying, moaning and groaning.
"That wasn't water that I poured on you. It was a slow acting acid. There is, I'm afraid, no antidote. It will dissolve you in approximately a half hour. Good day, gentlemen, and good luck."
And with that, he turned, opened the door and left, singing the lyrics to a mindless song he'd heard in a club recently ... "It's a new day ... Tomorrow...."
* * *
"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!! ! " Anna screamed. "More, more, more, more ... more...."
She was in the middle of her tenth or fifteenth or God know which orgasm ... one after the other, piling up on her like a traffic jam on a busy street....
She couldn't stop ... there was nothing left for her to do but to completely give herself over to the experience and let the sensations run their course.
She was dizzy, she was exhausted ... there was 't anything she could do to stop it, and even though she was convinced that she couldn't take any more, she never wanted the sensations to stop ... she couldn't stand the thought that they would stop ... she wanted to feel her body doing this very thing for the rest of her life ... and if that life should end in the next few minutes ... she would feel as though she'd already led a full and rewarding life ... simply from feeling this.
"Oh, it's wonderful ... it's so good ... I can't stand it ... don't stop ... please don't stop.
Rose had no intentions of stopping. It was the most amazing thing, she thought to herself, the way the girl's body was responding ... so wet, so utterly yielding....
She hadn't really expected it. But there was no doubt that she was going to be one of the most sensual ladies that Rose had ever sunk her tongue into.
She let the tip move up, down, up and down, down and up, back and forth....
It took virtually nothing to draw more reactions out of the girl ... she was starting to move into a spontaneous kind of coming ... one that required almost nothing beyond the fact that she was already coming, to maintain herself in the midst of an orgasm.
She was rolling her body around, screaming, grasping her hands onto Rose's head, burying her fingers in the girl's hair ... she screamed louder and louder with each flick of the girl's tongue.
She slammed her hips up into the maid's face, and she pressed them as hard as she could.
Rose responded by letting her tongue slither back through those parted lips, letting the tip move right through her hole, letting it slide up and down, always, however, returning to the source, the fount of her feeling, that tiny bud of engorged tissue, that packed point of nerve endings, her madly swollen clit.
She always returned, as if her tongue was on a leash and could stray only so far, before it was tightly yanked back to where it belonged.
She touched the tip now to Anna's clit yet another time, and she felt the girl's body writhe anew.
She touched it again, she pressed a little harder, and she watched Anna's face once more become transformed.
She was driving the girl deep into madness.
She was forcing the girl to go totally crazy ... she was driving the girl harder and harder and harder ... and there seemed to be no upward limits on how intense her reaction could grow.
Nor did she seem able to exhaust her ability to come.
It was, in fact, starting to wear her jaw out....
She was getting tired, and her. tongue, in particular, was getting numb, and soon, she feared she wouldn't be able to use it at all.
But the girl was insistent.
"Don't stop," she screamed, as soon as Rose slacked off on the movements over her clit.
"Please, missy, let's rest a moment...."
"NOOOO!! DON'T STOP!! ! "
Rose sighed. My God, she thought, I've created me a monster. Mr. Warcrimes told me to comfort her and soothe her, but this is ridiculous.
But, she dove back to her task, letting her tongue once more tighten itself into a thick, cord-like form, and as she pressed it against Anna's clit, she thought to herself, here we go again. And indeed, the girl began to come once more.
* * *
Oliver Warcrimes opened the door to the bedroom in the guest cottage, and stared a moment in shock and disbelief.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!! ! ? " hhe thundered.
Rose shrieked and fell off of the bed.
Anna quickly clamped her legs together and flung her arm over her breasts....
She stared up into the face of one of the strangest looking men that she'd ever seen. He didn't have any hair. None.
"Leapin' Lizards!" she said. "You must be Mr. Warcrimes."
He scowled. "Daddy, to you. Is that understood. I'm daddy. None of this 'sir' shit."
Then he turned to Rose who was standing at attention, her naked breasts trembling from fright.
"What is going on here?"
"I'm ... well ... I'm ... I mean, sir ... well ... she was feeling depressed ... and you told me that I was going to be her personal maid, and that I was to make her feel good."
He frowned.
"Hmmmmmmm ... so I did. Yes ... so I did. Well, what can I say ... I'm not going to fault you for taking personal initiative in the field. That's what makes America great ... we're not centralized like those stupid Commies. As a matter-of-fact," he said, starting to rub his crotch as he stared at the girl's naked body, why don't you continue. I think I'd like to watch you in action."
