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   NOTE FROM VIC RUTHLESS : My dear readers, I have created this adult
fantasy story for both your pleasure as well as my own.  But fair
warning--- the villains in this tale are pure evil and they are meant to
be. Therefore, I have jotted down this little thought that perhaps you
could take a peek at before you read my tale.

   [ For reasons beyond our comprehension most of us have a dark side,
perhaps we all do.  We are always faced with a choice between good and
evil. But to make that choice we must be able to recognize the difference.
Only then can we attempt to reject the temptations of the one, while
fighting desperately to adhere to the other.]









   [ ADULT CREATED FANTASY STORY FOR ADULT READING ONLY ]

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   THE ORPHANAGE---a continuing story



   PART-1 ( theme and main character development )

   At Thirty eight years old Bruno Martin had spent on and off, nineteen
years behind prison walls.  That was 50% of his entire life.  It all
started when he was just ten years old.  He was obsessed with a pretty
little eight year old girl and used to follow her home from school and try
to talk to her.  But she had a little boy friend who she would always walk
home with.  Bruno was quite jealous and one day when he caught them alone
walking though the park, he bashed in the head of her boyfriend and then
tried to kiss the little girl.  She started screaming her head off, so
Bruno bashed her head in as well.  He took her clothes off as she lay dead
in the grass and put his fingers in her pussy, then tossed both bodies in
the lake.  He was caught and put into the states Juvenile detention center
(JDC) and remained there for eight years.

   At eighteen years old, it was thought he had matured enough to return to
society and they let him do so.  But his fetish for sexually abusing little
girls remained his secret for all those incarcerated years.  Psychiatry and
psychology were simply not a priority in "Juvie" which JDC was colloquially
known as.  So in less than six months on the streets Bruno was back in
custody, only this time it wasn't Juvie.  He had abducted a little blond
blue eyed child at the tender age of six and took her to an abandoned barn
where he kept her for five days.  He tortured and raped the poor child
until she died, then he hacked up her body with an axe and buried her under
an old pile of hay.  But just like in the past he was sloppy and left
enough clues to be caught.  This time the judge ordered him sent to a
mental health facility, where for the first time he was interviewed and
analyzed by both the facilities Psychiatrist and psychologist.  He was
given medications and a regular visit schedule was established.

   It was also there that he met for the first time a man who would later
become an associate of his, possessed with the same irresistible urges and
compulsions that led both of them to be held at this facility.  Alex Wicker
was in his thirties like Bruno, had the same unquenchable lust for little
girls, and the same driving force to torture and rape them.  But there is
where the similarities ended, whereas Bruno never had a high school
education nor a nickel to his name, Alex had both education and wealth.  It
was not a clumsy mistake or an oversight that tripped him up and sent him
before the judge, it was in fact his own aunt and uncle who turned him in.
After a tragic auto accident took the lives of both his parents, his
younger twenty two year old brother Tim, and his nineteen year old adopted
sister Veronica, he went to live with the only two relatives he had.  Aunt
Claire and Uncle Ben owned a cottage in the woodlands, and acres of plush
fruit trees with a delightful little brook that was part of the property.
They were wealthy beyond words, and that wealth came from their stock
market investments.  The only bought stocks that paid dividends, and when
they asked advise from their broker, it always seemed to them that he was
peering into his crystal ball when advising them.

   At the time of the tragic accident Alex was twenty eight years old but
still lived at home in his parents house.  For seven straight years
starting when he was twenty one, and when little Veronica was sent to live
with Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben, he had managed to feed his lust for little
girls, without being caught or suspected.  After the accident both Aunt
Claire and Uncle Ben convinced him that maintaining the empty house would
be a burden on him, they convinced him to come live with them in their
cottage.  Alex loved the idea, not so much because it alleviated the
responsibilities of maintaining his parents house, but for another much
darker reason, a reason known up until then by Alex and nobody else.  For
many years Alex had been using the vast acreage of his relatives property
to bury the remains of his child victims.  Both Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben
suffered from arthritis and stayed close to the cottage, They relied on
Alex to occasionally take a tour of their property and do some pruning and
tend to their fruit trees.  They urged him to get involved with gardening
and do some planting on his own.  That is exactly what he did, but it
wasn't vegetables that got planted, it was the body parts of little girls.

   Alex was clever and meticulous in his planning, he never allowed himself
to rush.  Everything was ideal, everything except the one thing he could
not control and that was locale.  The woodland area where the cottage and
all that gorgeous property could be found was in a seldom visited or
traveled part of the state.  For Alex to feed his lust, he needed to travel
away from the private property owned by his relatives, and thereby away
from the safety it provided.  Kidnapping little girls from as far away as
fifty or sixty miles was hazardous, and took not only planning, but
practice and even though he hated to admit it, a bit of good luck.  Alex
had all three working for him from the time he moved in with them at twenty
eight years old, and for the next five years.  During that time twenty
little girls in the state went missing, but at age thirty eight, the good
luck that he hated to rely on suddenly slipped away from him.  He had
traveled nearly seventy five miles one way to a very rural part of the
state, a place he had visited before, a place where farms and lots of
agriculture abounded, and a place where little girls walked the country
roads alone and unescorted.

   An opportunity presented itself to him, in the name of rain.  A heavy
rainstorm that the local weather station never saw on their radar screens
suddenly swept through the area.  A little girl walking alone on the dirt
road was caught in it, and her clothing got soaked.  She had no place to
hide from the rain and was much too far from her farm house to run.  So
when she heard a car driving along the road she turned and began to jump up
and down and frantically wave her arms to signal it to stop for her.  Alex
needed no urging to do just that and he pulled up next to the child and
opened the passenger side door for her.  She immediately slid in, and
slammed the door shut.....OH THANK YOU MISTER I GOT ALL WET she sobbed and
said my daddy's gonna take me to the barn an whup my bottom she cried as
she spoke.  Mommy and Daddy told me not to go far.  Alex looked at the
little girl, she was maybe six or seven years old and was wearing little
faded denim cut off shorts and a tee-shirt and some slippers.  But her
clothes were drenched and it was easy to see her tiny nipples through the
shirt.  So Alex said to her, so you've been a bad little girl haven't you?
the child looked at him and said oh please mister let me stay in the car
with you till my clothes dry please please, then if you drive me home I can
tell mommy and daddy that you asked for directions and I was giving them to
you when the rain came.

   Alex smiled and said what's your name sweetie?  the child said
Maryellen, Alex said and how old are you Maryellen?  the child wiped the
tears from her eyes and said I'll be eight next month mister.  But Alex had
come prepared and with the opportunity still in his favor said you know
what sweetie I'm a doctor and I see your clothing is soaked, I don't want
you to get sick so I'm going to give you some medicine to drink and that
will make you feel nice and sleepy and prevent you from getting sick ok? 
Maryellen was too young to be suspicious and too frightened of getting a
beating from her daddy that she nodded her head.  Alex reached across her
body and opened the glove compartment and took out the bottle of sleeping
medicine he always carried on his kidnap missions...he said just open the
top dear and take a few sips.

   When Maryellen finally woke up she was laying on a blanket in the grass
with lots of trees around.  her tee shirt was hiked way up around her neck
and her faded blue jeans were opened and her little panties pulled down to
her knees.  Her nippies hurt her very much, there was teeth marks around
them, blood and some funny white stuff was dripping from her little cuny
hole.  The doctor man was over by the trunk of his car and he was taking
out a shovel and an ax.  Maryellen looked around for someplace to run, but
there was no place except for the hill off in the distance.  With her heart
pounding in her chest she got to her feet and ran as fast as she could
towards it, screaming for help all the time.  By the time Alex realized
what was happening, the child had gotten substantially ahead of him,
carrying the ax in one hand he ran towards the fleeing child and nearly
reached her, and he would have.  But that bit of good luck he hated to rely
on, suddenly ran out on him.

   There on top of the hill stood Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben looking down at
Alex carrying an ax in his right hand and chasing a partially naked
screaming child.  For the next five years, at age thirty three, Alex
thought back to that one mistake he made when he turned his back on that
little girl and let her escape the fate he had planned for her.  So he took
the medication and played the roll of the recovering Pedophile.  In all
that time not one of those buried bodies were ever found.  He occasionally
got visits from Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben who had health issues.  Their
arthritis had gotten much worse and they were wheelchair bound most of the
time.  Alex's play acting was superb and his record in the facility
spotless.  He took the medications but when he walked away from the
facilities pharmacy he'd spit it out.  After his latest interview with the
Psychiatrist and psychologist it was determined that Alex was well enough
to leave the state mental health facility, but with the stipulation that he
would be under the supervision of his Aunt and Uncle and also had to make
quarterly visits to a recommended psychologist.

   During his five years Alex stayed mostly to himself, that is with one
exception.  He met an inmate named Bruno who for some reason interested
him. They sat next to each other in the mess hall and hung around during
recreation.  They even met in the psychologists office from time to time,
and once or twice in the Psychiatrists office.  Then one day Alex asked
Bruno why he was there, and without hesitation Bruno told him because the
judge ordered him here for torturing and raping and murdering a six year
old girl.  Well that cemented their friendship and soon Bruno was telling
Alex all about his other victims, and especially that very first girl, that
eight year old girl he murdered when he was only Ten.  He told Alex he
wasn't very clever and seemed to get caught a lot.  But he seemed pleased
with himself for never getting caught after the torture, rape, and murder
of two little twin girls.  That bit of intrigue needed exploring and Alex
pressed him to furnish the details.

   They were both sitting on benches outside in the recreation area when
Bruno completed giving Alex all the details he was asking for.  Alex could
not believe what he was hearing and kept saying to Bruno ARE YOU SURE! 
THINK HARD ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE?  one of the security officers turned to
look over at them when Alex raised his voice.  So Alex said come on lets
move over to the exercise area.  Once they got there Alex once again
pressed Bruno to repeat what he said.  He made him describe in detail the
very spot he buried both twins girls.  What Bruno was describing to Alex
was a cottage in the woodlands, with acres of plush fruit trees and a
little brook.  Bruno told him he buried the twin girls on that private
land, then planted a tree sapling over the grave.

   Alex sat their stunned, mouth agape, it was awhile before he could
regain his composure.  The details laid before him from the mouth of his
inmate friend, pinpointed exactly to the very property owned by Aunt Claire
and Uncle Ben.  It was the same territory he often used himself to deposit
the bruised, battered, and raped dead bodies of his own victims, very often
using the same method of planting young tree saplings over the freshly dug
graves.  How strange to now realize that he must have mistaken one of those
newly planted saplings as one of his own and even tended to it.

   The divulging of that information by Bruno to Alex seemed to draw both
inmates even closer together.  Alex seemed to take Bruno under his wing so
to speak, and began sharing his methods of deceit with him.  How to tell
the Psychiatrist and Psychologist those things he knew they wanted to hear,
such as Oh doctor I don't get those thoughts anymore.  Or perhaps the other
gem.  I have been reading the Bible doctor and now understand how evil I
was.  Then the other rehearsed response......I'm very much at ease now
doctor.  He also showed Bruno how to pretend to the pharmacist that he
swallowed his medications, and then to spit them out when out of sight.

   The one thing he never shared with Bruno was Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben's
property, or that he had bodies of his own buried there.  Being clever and
meticulous about detail and being a very private person for obvious
reasons, Alex would never feel comfortable with another human being knowing
too much about himself, unless of course that person was under his complete
control.  Bruno was that type of individual most likely to fit that
category.  But the timing wasn't right, Alex would be getting out soon. 
Bruno however, was going to have to remain there much longer.

   The time was drawing closer to Alex's release he had another six months
left, by then he would be thirty eight years old, and he was getting
excited at the prospect of setting his feet down on property not owned by
the state.  But not nearly as excited as the news he was told by Aunt
Claire and Uncle Ben.  It had been nearly six months since their last
visit, poor health the reason.  With Uncle Ben sitting in his wheelchair
and coughing heavily, it was Aunt Claire who spoke of the heavy
construction that was taking place everyday for the past five and a half
months.  A state owned orphanage was being constructed just over the
boarder line separating the two properties.  She had little information to
share with him, except rumors she was hearing from the construction
workers. They seemed to indicate that an orphanage for little girls only
was being proposed by the state.  They went on to say that the state was
being overrun by all the abandoned and parentless little girls from the
many poverty stricken areas throughout the region.

   Alex thought it was Christmas and the information he was listening to
was his Christmas gift.  He anxiously began asking many questions but then
caught himself, remembering where he was, and who had put him there.  He
had fooled both the facilities Psychiatrist and psychologist, and knew he
needed to continue fooling Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben.  So he quickly
changed from the enthusiastic nephew, to the concerned nephew by simply
saying I see we must protect our property now.  We'll probably need lots of
signs saying "private property keep off" posted all along the boarder line
wont we?  Aunt Claire took a moment or two to digest the meaning of what
her nephew was saying, and then said I never thought of that, perhaps your
right Alex.



   That afternoon when Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben left, Alex began to think
things through with less emotion and more Judgment and wisdom.  An
orphanage being constructed just over the border line separating the State
owned property from the private property of Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben.  An
orphanage filled with little girls, little ever so inquisitive girls,
little inquisitive girls who would be seeing lush green land, many fruit
trees, a cool brook for them to swim or dangle their feet in.  Little
inquisitive girls whose curiosity might have them digging around those
newly planted tree saplings.  Alex went rapidly from a feeling of sexual
lust to a feeling of deep concern.  Not only would he need many "no
trespass signs" and " private property stay off " signs but he would need
to be personally vigilant and on guard against snooping little girls poking
their noses where they shouldn't.  He was deep in thought and didn't hear
his friend Bruno talking to him.  Bruno had the sanitation detail that day
and was sweeping up the visiting room when he spotted Alex and greeted him,
but when he got no response he patted him on the back and said, HEY WHAT'S
UP WITH YOU?  NOT TALKING TO ME ANYMORE?.  Alex suddenly snapped out of his
preoccupation and apologized, saying Oh shit man I was doing some heavy
thinking sorry.  But suddenly a light began to shine in his mind, and that
light was his inmate friend Bruno Martin.  Of course he thought to himself,
Bruno oh man Bruno was the answer, Bruno would be perfect.  He smiled at
his friend but never went on to tell him what he was thinking, that would
come at a much later time.





   Three months had passed since their last visit, But this time it was
only Aunt Claire who was able to make the journey.  Uncle Ben had gotten
worse and he was diagnosed as having a pulmonary disease.  He was on heavy
medications and had breathing aids with him all the time.  Aunt Claire's
arthritis continued to plague her and she told Alex this would be the last
visit she could manage.  Alex wanted to know about the construction and how
it was progressing.  She had with her the local newspaper and pointed to an
article in it referring to the grand opening of the states brand new all
girl orphanage.  It had taken a bit over nine months to complete and the
news article blamed the states financial woes as reason for the delays. 
The article also made reference to the recent talks concerning the closing
of many state facilities due to the deficit.



   The next time Alex heard from Aunt Claire it was to tell him that Uncle
Ben had died.  Since his release date was so short, the facility made
arrangements for him to be with his Aunt Claire for the wake and the
funeral, and then to only return to the facility on the weekends until his
actual release papers came through.

   The wake and funeral were private affairs, attended only by Aunt Claire
her private aide, Alex, some nurses from the hospital who tended to Uncle
Ben dropping by to pay their respects, and some clergy.  After lunch both
Aunt Claire and he returned to the funeral parlor, it was shortly after
that, when a face from then past came in holding a little girl by the hand.
Alex had no clue as to who this face belonged to.  But the pretty twenty
eight year old girl wearing a plain but very short black dress, knew and
remembered Alex, she pulled the little girl along with her over to Aunt
Claire and said, hello Aunt Claire I'm so sorry for your loss, do you
remember me?  I'm Jenny Ross remember?  I lived next door to your sister
and brother in law, the Wicker family.  It was a long time ago, but Alex
and his brother Tim used to play with me, even their little adopted sister
Veronica would join us.  Aunt Claire said well thank you so much for
coming, but I really don't remember it was so long ago and my memory these
days fails me.  But Alex's memory began to spring back to life immediately
after hearing what the young women was saying.  Although she was talking
about times spent many years ago, he began to recall like it was yesterday
those times.  It was he and his younger brother Tim that would take little
Jenny behind the house and play I'll show you mine if you show me yours.



   That was twenty one years ago and Alex at that time was seventeen, his
brother Tim was eleven, his adopted sister Veronica was eight, and Jenny
was just seven years old.  Alex remembered those days very well, especially
those times when His parents would take their eight year old adopted
daughter with them to the movies, and leave the house to the two boys.  Oh
what fun they would have, they would take Jenny inside and play doctor or
Alex's favorite game " interrogation " in that game Jenny had to keep from
telling the "enemy" a secret code number, and the two interrogators would
torture her until she told them what it was.  Jenny was a precocious little
child even at seven, and her nipples were becoming sensitive to touch, and
both Alex and his brother made sure they were touched.  Little Jenny
purposely held back from telling the "enemy" the secret code, and she was
spanked and had her skirt hiked up and her panties pulled down.  The two
brothers did everything to her even put their fingers up her tiny little
ass hole.  Jenny pretended to scream and cry but all the time she was
experiencing feelings little girls her age should never know about.

   Alex remembered the first time his eight year old sister Veronica joined
them.  It was when she was being punished by his parents.  She was sent to
her room and told to stay there while they went to the movies without her.
She lay on the bed wearing only her cute little cotton panties and the
shortest little cotton nightie that barely covered them.  She reached under
the mattress and pulled out the magazine she stole from her adopted brother
Alex.  It had loads of dirty pictures, some of them showed little naked
girls being spanked, choked or whipped or being layed on top of by naked
men with their big pee pee things sticking out.  As she turned from one
page to another she began to hear loud noises coming from the basement,
sounds like screaming and crying and other noises that sounded like a
spanking.



   The little eight year old girl certainly knew what a spanking sounded
like.  Unlike her brothers, Veronica used to get spanked a lot.  There was
always some reason her adopted parents would find to punish her.  Mr.  and
Mrs.  Wicker felt that their son Tim at eleven was too young to help with
Veronicas punishment, but they always made certain he sat there and
watched. It was Alex at seventeen that they called on to join in Veronicas
spanking.  They would pull her panties down and make her lay over Alex's
lap, then they would take the ping pong paddle from the table in the game
room and make Alex whack her until her ass turned bright red.  Alex enjoyed
those sessions and looked forward to them, even made up stories to tell his
parents that would ensure his adopted sister would get another bare bottom
spanking.  Eventually those disciplinary sessions became more sexually
oriented, and both Mr.  and Mrs.  Wicker encouraged Alex to abuse his
sisters vagina by pinching the swollen lips.  Of course Veronica would cry
and scream but that only encouraged her adopted parents to demand more from
their son Alex, and Alex would never hesitate.  What both Mr.  and Mrs. 
Wicker never knew, and what Alex would soon learn, was that his little
eight year old adopted sister Veronica was a born child pain slut.

   So that day when she was sent to her room and told to stay there, she
decided after hearing all those noises coming from the basement, that she
just had to find out for herself if those noises really were spanking
noises and if all that screaming and crying was from some girl being
punished.

   When the basement door was pushed open and little Veronica stood there
in the door way looking in, Alex, Tim, and Jenny were simply caught in the
act.  Jenny was completely naked and tied between two of the basements
support poles, her legs were spread wide and each ankle tied to either one
or the other of those poles, her wrists were likewise bound in the same
manner.  Little Tim stood in front of her and was pinching her nipples. 
Alex was behind her and was spanking her ass with the same ping pong paddle
he used to spank Veronica with.  Alex was the first to speak and shouted
YOUR SUPPOSED TO REMAIN IN YOUR ROOM VERONICA.  Veronica wearing her short
little nightie that hardly covered her panties, walked further inside the
basement and right over to Alex and said what you all doin?  but
surprisingly it was Jenny who answered her.....she said we're playing.  The
answer they all got from Veronica cemented their relationship from then on.
The little eight year old adopted girl said............can I play too?

   And play they did without anybody being the wiser, so now it was four of
them.  For over two years, things remained the same, until the sad day when
Jennifer and her parents moved away.  By then Alex's lust for torturing
little girls had taken over his everyday thoughts.  But he could satisfy
them with his adopted sister Veronica as the play victim.  His younger
brother Tim always looked up to Alex and was easy to control.  Things went
along smoothly for the next two years, although Alex used to think a lot
about Jenny, Veronica was there to satisfy his needs.  But then at age
twelve his parents sent Veronica away to live with her Aunt Claire and
Uncle Ben.  Aunt Claire and Uncle Ben had no children of their own and they
had always loved pretty little Veronica.  Aunt Claire was an excellent
piano player, and she convinced her sister to let Veronica live with her
and be taught the piano.  So after four years of torturing and sexually
abusing little girls Alex was left with no substitutes.  It was then at age
twenty one that he began searching for those substitutes, and it was then
that missing little girls were popping up here and there in a one hundred
mile radius.

   Jenny said hello Alex do you remember me?  her voice snapped him out of
his brief visit down memory lane, he extended his hand and said sure I do,
its been a long time hasn't it?  Yes she replied, nearly twenty one years,
actually nineteen years since we moved away.  Looking her over from head to
toe he said your still quite appealing Jen, you've dyed your hair haven't
you?  you were such a pretty little girl with all that jet black hair. 
Jenny ran her fingers through her blonde hair and smiled yeah she said I
became a blonde about five years ago.  But along with the blonde hair came
the dumb blonde syndrome.  Cant you tell?  she pointed down at the little
girl next to her.

   Jenny said I was so sorry to learn about that horrible accident, but I
was eighteen at the time and was in the middle of exams and couldn't get
away.  As they spoke the little girl with her began tugging her and saying
she wanted to leave.  Alex was eyeing the pretty little girl ever since he
laid eyes on her, especially the way she was dressed.  She was wearing a
very short little skirt, the hem laid three quarters of the way up past her
knees.  She had on a button down white blouse and knee socks with black
shoes, her hair was worn with two pony tails that had red bows on the ends.
Alex looked up at Jenny and asked if the little girl was her daughter. 
Jenny began to explain the child to him.



   She's eight and her name is Natalie, and no she's not my daughter.  Her
mother was a friend of mine, nobody really knows who her father is.  Jenny
goes on to say, my friend had lots of problems and one of them killed her,
she overdosed.  When she was alive I used to watch the kid for her, you
know when she went out hooking for drugs.  So you see I got the little brat
now, and I don't mind telling you I wish I didn't.

   He looked at the kid and said have you been a good little girl?  you
know if your bad we have to punish you don't we Jenny?  Jenny immediately
picked up on what Alex was saying.  She recalled those sexy interrogation
games they played, so she looked down at Natalie and said you better behave
yourself.  Mr.  Alex hates little girls who act up.  Natalie looked up at
Jenny and said....I don't even know him so I don't have to listen to him.
Besides you promised this was only a visit and I wanna go back now.  Jenny
looked over at Alex and said, see I told you.

   He looked back at her, where you staying?  She said we're not staying
anywhere, Look Alex I gotta be honest with you.  I read about Your Uncles
death in the obituaries, but that's not why I dragged the kid with me.  It
was that article in the newspapers saying the Governor was shutting down
most of the states mental health facilities.  You see Alex, I remembered
back five years ago reading that article about an Aunt and Uncle who turned
in their own nephew for attempting to ax to death some little girl.  When
they printed the name of the Aunt and Uncle I just knew the nephew had to
be you.  I wanted to come back then but once again I couldn't get away.  So
here I am Alex, here I am at last, and you must tell me.  Tell you what
Jenny?

   She looked down at little eight year old Natalie, then reached inside
her purse and took out a dollar, here she said to the child, go outside and
buy yourself some candy.  Then she said to Alex come lets go outside the
parlor to the waiting room.  I don't want Aunt Claire or those others to
hear us talking.  Alex followed her out into the parlor and both sat on one
of the plush couch's placed along the walls.  Alex patted her knee and said
ok Jen what's this all about?  why are you so damned anxious to find out
about my past?  He never took his hand from her knee, so she simply placed
her own hand on top of his.  Because she said I'm part of your past, and
I'm the same girl now that I was when I was seven years old.  I'm just
older but those feeling have never left me, do you know what I'm saying to
you?

   Alex squeezed her knee and said I think so Jen but it was twenty one
years ago.  Jenny put her finger to his lips and said yeah that's right
Alex it was twenty one years ago but let me ask you something, and she
leaned over and put her lips to his ear......she whispered how about you
Alex?  those things you did to me and your little adopted sister Veronica,
I bet you continued doing them, but with other girls and maybe even with
different results huh?  come on Alex the truth, I gotta know, and oh yeah
I'm not you're Aunt Claire, if your worried I'd turn you in.

   Alex let his hand stay on her knee with her own hand still on top of
his, then said I did five years for that bit of clumsiness.  I wont make
that mistake again.  Jenny then came right out and asked...........Alex If
your Aunt and Uncle never showed up, would you have murdered that little
girl?  she looked right into his eyes.  He stared right back at her and
said.....Oh yeah Jenny for sure.  Jenny took several minutes to respond,
but then said you know something Alex I was hoping you'd say that, really I
was.  He pulled his hand from her knee then grabbed both her shoulders and
said ok Jenny now its your turn to level with me.  I told you what you
wanted to know now you gotta do the same for me.....What are you after
Jenny what is it that you want to hear from me?

   Jenny looked into his eyes again, but this time her breathing became a
bit labored, and a look of concern came over her face.  She looked past him
to see if there were people about but when she satisfied herself they were
for the most part alone, she leaned into him once more and whispered in his
ear.....................Alex your Uncle is dead and Your Aunt cant take a
piss without her personal aide wheeling her into the bathroom.  My question
to you is if one day we were alone with the little brat I got with me,
would you do to her what you used to do to me and your sister Veronica? 
only when you got finished with her would you murder her ass for me?

   This time it was Alex that needed to take several minutes to compose
himself.  He also looked around the waiting room of the funeral parlor to
make sure there weren't people near them.  Then he replied, what if I said
yeah?  huh?  what if I also said it wouldn't be the first or even the
second time for me?  suppose I told you I started doing stuff like that
twenty one years ago and never stopped until they locked me up in that nut
joint.  Now Jenny I aint saying its true and I aint saying its not true,
but you pressed me for an answer and I supplied it.

   She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his and gave him a big kiss
and held her lips there for longer than just a friendly kiss.  She said
Alex if I could do to little Natalie what you say you did to all those
girls I really would.  But Alex I'm a receiver of pain as you remember and
always have been, not the issuer of it like you are.  I wouldn't be able to
do Natalie like you could.  I want you to also know one more thing about
me....one thing you never knew, even though I couldn't torture or murder a
little girl, I get really hot seeing somebody else doing it.  Alex leaned
over and returned the big kiss he received, and this time slid his fingers
under her short black dress reached between her thighs and pinched her
panty covered pussy lips Aaaaiiiiiii she yelped hoping nobody heard her. 
Then reached between his legs and rubbed his cock which had begun to tent
his pants.  After the swelling subsided between his legs, both he and Jenny
got up from the couch and went back into the funeral parlor.

   After the funeral, Alex sat in the only limousine that was needed for
the few guests in attendance.  Aunt Claire, her personal aide, Jenny,
little Natalie, were the only other passengers.  As they drove back from
the Cemetery to their private property, Alex kept thinking of his plan, but
it was his plan to hold and not share with anybody at this time.  First he
had to convince both Jenny to stay on and not return to her old job, and
since school hadn't started yet there was no hurry in getting little
Natalie back.  That he had no difficulty at all with, especially after
hearing what Jenny wanted him to do.  secondly he had to convince Aunt
Claire of the benefits it would be having Jenny remain with them in the
cottage to help out, especially now that Aunt Claire was so handicapped,
and Alex having to return on the weekends to the Mental Health facility. 
That part took a little more convincing to arrange.  Aunt Claire didn't
remember Jenny and having a stranger living with them beside her personal
aide troubled her.  But Alex knew there was an underlying side to her
objections.  He looked over at the pretty little eight year old Natalie and
knew for sure what that underlying motive was.

   But he persisted and won his argument, by saying that Jenny would be
taking care of the little girl, but also taking care of Aunt Claire's
property and cottage.  Especially when Alex was away on those weekend trips
back to the Mental Health Facility.  He would say to her, how could your
personal aide manage taking care of you, the cottage and the property all
at the same time?

   So it appeared all was set, Alex was pleased with himself and was
looking out of the limo's window when it rounded the curve in the road. 
Then his eyes widened in complete surprise.  With all that was happening,
he had temporarily forgotten to keep up with the news of the construction
going on for the past nine months.  His first glimpse of the progress was
the five foot high perimeter fencing that seemed to surround Aunt Claire's
property.  As the limousine traveled further Alex got his first look at the
States brand new little girl orphanage.  Little Natalie was staring out of
the window and was pointing to it.  What's that place she asked?  Jenny
stared at it also, and asked Alex the same question.  Aunt Claire however,
didn't seem curious at all, having lived there all the time the
construction was taking place.  Alex still fascinated by the sight of the
nearly finished construction, just mumbled oh yeah Jen its something I have
to talk to you about.  The limousine pulled onto the grounds and up to the
front of the cottage.  Aunt Claire was helped out of the limo, her
wheelchair was taken from the trunk and set up for her.  Soon the rest of
them left the limousine When her personal aide wheeled her into the
cottage, Alex, Jenny, and little Natalie stood outside looking through the
newly erected chain link perimeter fence at the states Little Girl
Orphanage.

   At the same time on the other side of the fence, two young black ladies
stood leaning with their backs against their car, which was parked in front
of the unoccupied Orphanage.  They too were looking through the five foot
high perimeter chain link fence.  One of them said Just you take a good
look over there sister, bet that's those white folks who own all that
property.  The other young black girl said, I think you're right sister, we
best give them some time to adjust then we got to introduce ourselves.  The
first sister then said yeah Shari and we got lots to talk about aint we?





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