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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 PART-2---a continuing story



   (A change in ownership-- some characters depart, others enter)



   Shari and her sister Daisha continued to look through the five foot high
perimeter chain link fence.  They were watching the activity on the other
side of the property line separating the privately owned parcels from what
the state now controlled.  For the past few months the only occupants
seemed to be some old handicapped white lady and her aide.  But now this
big black limousine, and those other white people with that little girl
were holding their interest.  They wondered what ever happened to the old
white man that used to live there.  But when they saw the word funeral in
the window of the limo they realized that these white folk had just
returned from burying him.

   Daisha and Shari were in their mid twenties, with fantastic figures,
pretty faces, and both were bisexual, but extremely choosy which male
partner they would ever consider.  They were quite content being each
others lover, and since both were mercenary, that male had to offer a lot
more than what hung down between his legs.  The State choose them to
operate their little girl orphanage, not for their beauty or sexual
orientation naturally, but because they had been in the system for most of
their lives and knew just how it operated, and one other extremely
important thing, and that was how desperate the situation was to find
somewhere to place the ever increasing abandoned little girl population,
which was quite common in that rundown and neglected poverty laden part of
the state.

   Until the new Orphanage was ready to be occupied, the State was forced
to continue overcrowding the other institutions.  Once saturation occurred
their only other option was to make temporary arrangements to house these
neglected children in hotels and boarding houses, and that was much too
expensive to maintain.  In meetings with both Daisha and Shari, it was
mentioned that the State would pay five thousand dollars for each
additional little girl over the fully occupied quota.  They explained that
in their experience it was common for some of the girls to run away,
thereby creating opportunities for other little girls to be placed.  They
felt it was far cheaper to pay the five thousand to the sisters than to pay
far more to the private hotels and boarding houses.  Additionally they felt
each new girl would have to processed upon entering the orphanage, medical
exams, dental records, educational status, passed history such as any
conduct issues evaluated, sleep disorders, such as nightmares, bed wetting,
or sleep walking would have to be evaluated, and finally clothing would
have to be issued.  The state felt and the sisters agreed that five
thousand dollars for each new little girl was a correct decision.



   The newly built little girl orphanage would when fully occupied hold two
hundred little pre-teen girls, aged from six years old to ten years old,
The states other facilities dealt with girls aged eleven years of age to
fifteen.  Girls reaching their sixteenth birthdays were expected to get
working papers and seek employment and housing on their own.  The brand new
little girl orphanage was to be staffed with twenty teenaged girls the
youngest no less than thirteen nor older than fifteen.  They would be given
the title of "group leader" and they would be responsible for the ten
little girls in their group.  They would be given privileges, but they
would be expected to monitor the actions of the little girls in their
charge, maintaining order and proper conduct was their responsibility.  A
code of conduct would be posted in all the rooms of the orphanage as well
as the main office and along the hallways.  Discipline would be maintained
at all times.

   Daisha and Shari watched as the long black funeral limousine pulled away
from the cottage, the little white girl standing with the man and women
began waving her hands at them.  They smiled and waved back.  Little eight
year old Natalie asked Alex who the two black ladies were?  Alex shook his
head looked over at Jenny hunched up his shoulders and replied I really
don't know.  Come on lets go inside.  As they went inside, Shari said to
Daisha did you get a good look at whitey?  think he's worth a fuck?  Daisha
laughed hard and said whatta you think?  would you fuck him?  Shari laughed
back and said I asked you first.  Daisha said well sister we might not only
have to fuck him, but we might also have to suck his ram rod.  That is of
course if he turns out to be our neighbor and we need him.  As they drive
away from the Orphanage Shari looks behind and says they sure have some
pretty land over there don't they?  Daisha says they sure do, did you check
out the fruit trees?  Shari says yeah and how about that brook?  Good thing
there's a fence up, Daisha says you got that right sister, beautiful green
grass, fruit trees, a cool brook to swim in, and two hundred poverty
stricken little inquisitive girls.

   After dinner that evening Aunt Claire said Alex I need to talk to you
alone.  Jenny took Natalie into the living room to watch TV, and Aunt
Claire's personal aide Betty went to her room.  Aunt Claire said wheel me
over to my desk in the den.  Good boy, now go sit down and don't interrupt
me, I have a lot to say and its all about you.  First I must tell you that
I am dying, What?  he replied, be quite Alex, I told you not to interrupt
me, she continues.  Its true Alex I'm dying but not because of my
arthritis, that only handicaps me.  Its a lot more serious than that I'm
afraid.  Its my heart, I've had a bad heart for many years there was only
three other people that knew of this.  Naturally my doctor, but besides him
your Uncle Ben and one other person and that was your mother.

   I have always believed that my bad heart was a direct result of what
happened about seventeen years ago.  You see Alex you were twenty one years
old at the time, and you did something then that confirmed to me what your
mother had always suspected.  Alex began to squirm in his seat and began to
say something when Aunt Claire raised her hand in the air to stop him.  Not
a word Alex, just sit there until I'm finished, there's lots for you to
hear yet, I've just only begun.  Actually Alex, it really all began four
years prior to my shocking discovery and validation of your mothers great
concerns.  You were a teenaged boy at that time and you thought you were so
clever in hiding your misdeeds, but you never did.  Your mother knew from
the very beginning what was going on in that basement.  You and your
brother and that Jenny girl thought your parents went to the movies, but on
that particular day your father must have eaten something that didn't agree
with him and they returned home.  Your mother went down to the basement
with your fathers soiled underwear, she was going to drop them into the
washing machine.  But that wasn't the only dirty thing she found that day.

   Oh by the way Alex, I knew once that young lady Jenny began talking
about how you and your brother and sister used to play with her, that she
was the very little girl your mother found in the basement that day.  I
never admitted to her that I knew, I just told her my memory wasn't good at
my age.  But Alex my memory is just fine, its my heart that's killing me,
the memory just keeps aggregating the condition.  Once again Alex tries to
say something but again Aunt Claire stops him.  Your actions that day and
for the next four years nearly drove my sister insane, she had to keep it
all inside herself for your fathers sake.  You see your mother was the
strong one in the family, your father was a good man, but was a very mild,
even meek man, very much like your Uncle Ben was when he was alive.  My
sister never put into your fathers trust just what was happening down in
that basement, she felt the news would drive him mad.

   But her own mental well being was suffering, she had to get it off her
chest, she had to confide in someone, and she did.  She called me over one
afternoon when your father was at work and you kids were out.  We sisters
had coffee in the kitchen, I'll never ever forget what she began telling
me. Once she started she just never stopped, there was a small entrance
area that led into the laundry room and a few clothes closets.  It also led
into the main basement area, your mother had drilled a hole in one of the
closets and used it to spy on the activities you kids were engaging in. 
She described in detail the sexual torture of that little jenny girl and
then the intercourse that followed.  My sister could hardly control herself
when she began telling me how you instructed your eleven year old kid
brother Tim how to torture and fuck the little Jenny girl.  She couldn't
call the police it would mean destroying her family and to make matters
worse, the little girl was enjoying it all.

   The worst part was when she told me her eight year old daughter Veronica
asked to join them.  I could hardly believe what my own sister was telling
me, it just seemed so bizarre, all three of her children involved in such
unbelievable activities.  Torture and raping of a neighbors little girl,
the incest between her two boys and their own eight year old sister.  Alex
just sat there dumbfounded, he had always prided himself in being clever
and meticulous in his planning.  But now all these years later, he finds
out that not only did his own mother, but his Aunt as well knew every
single detail of what was happening down in that basement.  Aunt Claire
knew she was hitting a nerve and she relished her nephews discomfort, and
had lots more shocking news for him to hear.

   You know Alex your sister Veronica really had very little talent for
piano playing, as a matter of fact she hated it.  But after Jenney's mother
and father took her away to a new city, your mother just could not handle
the incest that continued for the next two years between your brother Tim,
yourself and your little sister Veronica.  So she made up the excuse about
her coming to live with me so she could practice learning the piano.  Again
Alex is slapped in the face with additional news, up until this moment that
was never suspected.  And once again Aunt Claire enjoys his uneasiness. 
Saving the best for last, she says Alex you better take a really deep
breath before I tell you the rest of what I know.

   First let me explain to you why your Uncle Ben and I turned you into the
authorities.  You never really asked us why we did, I always felt down deep
you really knew why.  But just in case you didn't, I'll explain it to you,
and Alex what I have to tell you now will never be spoken by me to another
human being.  Alex begins to fidget in his chair, his self composure badly
damaged, He says wait before you continue I need a drink.  Aunt Claire
loving every minute of his distress, says sure go ahead bring me a scotch,
my heart can use the stimulation.

   Alex returns with two glasses filled with ice and a half empty bottle of
scotch, he pours them both a drink and sits back down.  Aunt Claire says
drink up Alex your gonna need it.  She takes a sip and then begins, I had
no choice, you left me no choice Alex.  It would have been much better had
you axed little eight year old Maryellen to death and buried her along with
those other little girls under my fruit trees.  Alex's hand shook and he
spilled his drink all over his pants.  OH SHIT!  HE JUMPS UP FROM HIS SEAT.
Aunt Claire could not be happier, she could not have planned her nephews
total lack of control any better if she tried.  Its sort of a very tiny bit
of pay back for all the harm he caused her sister.  GO CHANGE ALEX AND FOR
HEAVENS SAKE WIPE UP THAT MESS ON MY CARPET, go on hurry up I have other
things to discuss with you.

   When Alex returns, Aunt Claire ushers him back to his seat, Tell me Alex
how does it feel when your not in control?  ahhhh never mind don't answer
that.  You see my dear nephew, as ill as I am, I'm still in control of my
estate and Alex, contrary to what you may have thought all those years when
you were roaming around my fruit trees.  I was in control even then.

   Seventeen years ago Alex, that's when I first discovered that you
weren't planting tree saplings simply because you were a good nephew and
wanted to please your Aunt and Uncle.  No my dear boy you were planting
those saplings to hide the remains of a little girl.  You were so sure of
yourself then, never ever thinking anybody would find out about your
secret. I did Alex, I found out then and all the other times as well.  You
see I had a hobby, a hobby you never knew about, it was bird watching, and
I had a very powerful pair of field glasses.  That's how I discovered what
you were up to.  It simply confirmed to me that your mother wasn't
exaggerating what she had told me.  It was a terrible time for me Alex, It
put me in the same corner as my sister was.  If I went to the police I
would destroy my sisters family, and your poor Uncle Ben with his
sensitivities would never be able to cope with it.  I truly believe my
heart problems began way back then.

   It only got worse that day five years ago when your uncle and I saw you
running after that poor half naked little eight year old girl carrying an
axe in your hand.  If we didn't turn you in the police would have started
an investigation.  We simply couldn't let that happen, they would have
found all those bodies buried on my land.  They would have dug it all up
and the newspapers would have plastered it on the front page.  It would
have killed your Uncle.

   Alex sits there, really with nothing to say.  What could he say?  I'm
sorry?  Or I promise not to do it again!  so instead, he plops a few ice
cubes in his glass, pours a bit more scotch on top and downs it.  Aunt
Claire says pour me one also Alex, she downs hers as well.  Then she opens
her desk drawer and pulls out some papers and lays them on top.

   She looks across her desk at him and says.....I hate you Alex, I truly
do, you have managed to destroy not only many many many families all across
the state by brutally kidnapping torturing, raping and murdering their
little girls.  But in so doing you nearly destroyed your own family, and
would have done so, had it not been for the drunk driver who slammed into
your fathers car and killed him, your mother, brother and sister.  Do you
see these papers on my desk?  do you know what they are?  Alex shrugs his
shoulder and says no, no I don't.

   Well Alex I'll tell you what it is.  It's a legal declaration of my
intentions to the disposition of my entire estate after my death, in other
words its my will.  It has my lawyers name written on it.  All that is
missing now is your signed name.  Alex nearly falls off his chair.  Aunt
Claire says Once again Alex I find myself up against a stone wall.  Even
though I hate your guts, I cant just leave all my wealth, which is quite
substantial to charity.  I would never be sure those in charge wouldn't
manipulate it in their favor.  So what choice do I have left?  turning over
millions of dollars in assets to a sadistic murderer like you?  I've
thought about it for a long time, and cant come up with one single good
reason for doing that, except to think to myself that I'd be doing it in
memory of my sister.  You see Alex your mother suffered with the knowledge
that you converted your siblings into practicing incest, but she never
found out that you were a fucking murderer.  That I will take to my grave.
So sign your filthy name to the will and then take Jenny and the little
girl and all of you get the fuck out of my house.  The next time I want you
to set eyes on me is during my funeral.  After I'm buried you can come
back, claim your inheritance and bury all the little girls you want.  I'll
be long gone by then.  Alex told Jenny to take Natalie and return to her
apartment in the city, he said he'd find his own place, and then when that
bitch Aunt of his died, he'd send for her.

   Two months had passed since that time, and the two state institutions
that had, and would have an affect on Alex's life were undergoing changes.
The states mental health facility where Alex was reporting on the weekends,
was closing its doors forever as ordered by the Governor as part of his
fiscally sound policy to combat the deficit.  At the same time the states
brand new Little girl orphanage was being occupied.  That too was a plan
the Governor approved of.  It was felt the orphanage in the long run would
be saving the state lots of money in their search to find places to house
all the abandoned little girls, which that area was plagued with.

   Daisha and Shari were extremely busy during those early days, staffing
the institution and getting the little girls settled in.  Nearly every
single day another bus load of girls would pull up to the institution and
begin off loading the children.  The two sisters were much to busy to make
contact with their neighbors on the other side of the perimeter fence, and
never knew that the cottage was only occupied by a dying old lady and her
aide.  It took all of two months for the brand new Orphanage to reach its
quota of two hundred pre-teen girls.  Once that was accomplished all that
was left to do was to assign each of the ten teenaged group leaders their
particular group of girls, the next step was to set up the rules that both
Daisha and Shari insisted upon.  All their little girls had to strictly
follow of those rules to the letter.  Naturally along with those rules came
the disciplinary penalties they could expect if those rules were not
obeyed.

   Daisha and Shari held a meeting with their ten teenaged group leaders.
They stressed the importance of maintaining discipline throughout the
institution, stating that two hundred little girls aged from six years old
to ten years old, had to be kept under complete supervision and not allowed
to run off on their own.  Even though the group leaders themselves were
very young, they were the ones the state insisted on furnishing.  They were
aged from thirteen years old to fifteen years old.  Daisha and Shari told
the group leaders that the rules they had to enforce carried stiff
penalties if broken, and they stressed that if discipline had to be
inflicted upon the guilty girl, it was quite possible that under review,
that guilty girls group leader might herself be disciplined.  Before the
meeting ended the two sisters handed a list of disciplinary actions that
they said would be posted in all the sleeping areas, the hallways, the main
eating area, and a copy would be posted in the main office for referral
purposes if a group leaders disciplinary review was pending.

   The list of rules and penalties read as follows:



   RULES:

   1.  failure to observe lights out at bed time 2.  Oversleeping in
morning and not joining assigned group for breakfast 3.  Failure to wear
assigned institution uniform ( proper uniform shall consist of plaid
pleated

   skirt six inches above knee, white cotton undershirt, white cotton
bikini type panties ) 4.  Failure to do homework assignment 5.  Coming late
to class or talking in class 6.  coping homework from other girls 7. 
Fighting with other girls or refusing to obey group leader 8.  Caught with
stolen property belonging to other girls or Orphanage 9.  Caught with
pornographic material in room or reading such material on Orphanage grounds
10.  Caught off Orphanage property

   PENALTIES:



   1.  Ten hard whacks of the ass cheeks inflicted by Administrator Daisha
or

   Shari on panty covered ass cheeks.  Spanking by palm of hand.  2. 
Fifteen hard whacks of the ass cheeks inflicted by Administrator

   Daisha or shari on panty covered ass cheeks.  Spanking by palm of hand
3. Twenty hard whacks of the bare ass inflicted by Administrator Daisha

   or Shari 4.  Same as above with added bare breast and nipple pinching
and twisting

   duration of punishment to be determined by Adminstrator Daisha or shari.
5.  Fifteen hard whacks over bare ass with hair brush, ten with ruler, ten

   strokes across bare breasts and nipples with cat-o-nine tail flogger.

   Punishments to be inflicted by Administrator Daisha and shari.  6. 
Twenty painful swats of the bare ass with a spanking paddle, fifteen

   with ruler, inflicted by Administrator Daisha and Shari.  7.  Twenty
hard whacks over the bare ass, inflicted by Orphanage

   disciplinarian in basement punishment room.  Spanking by paddle, hand,

   or cane additional punishment of bare breasts and nipples.  The duration


   and implementation of breast and nipple punishment to be determined by

   disciplinarian.  8.  Taken to basement punishment room to suffer at the
hands of the

   disciplinarian a naked body punishment consisting of whippings,

   floggings, with additional painful breast and nipple punishment.

   Duration to be determined by Orphanage disciplinarian.  9.  Same as
above with added vaginal device insertions, the duration

   and selection of such devices, to be determined by disciplinarian.  10.
To be taken from Orphanage to a place not yet determined, and to receive

   a punishment much greater than has already been listed.





   After allowing the ten group leaders an opportunity to read through the
rules and associated penalties, they reminded them that if a review found
they did not supervise properly, or meet their responsibilities, that the
sisters would not hesitate for a minute in having them punished.  Both
Daisha and Shari smiled inwardly when they saw the frightened look come
over the faces of their group leaders.  They then told them to gather their
individual group of girls and assemble them in the auditorium.

   Once the entire population was seated and the ten group leaders placed
behind the podium, Daisha began to address the children.  She told them
they were taken off the streets and brought to this brand new Orphanage
where they would be fed and taken care of.  They would be taught school
work by their group leaders and have access to the playground outside the
main building.  But she told them that they would have to obey their group
leaders, and observe all the rules that would soon be posted in their rooms
and along the halls and in the main eating area.  She told them to read the
rules carefully and observe them.  Then Shari took the podium and told the
children that a five foot high perimeter fence was created to separate the
grounds owned by the state from the private property owned by other people.
She told the children that under no circumstance should they ever cross
over onto land not belonging to the orphanage.  After the meeting was over
they dismissed the children, and instructed the group leaders to post on
the walls of their individual groups sleeping unit, the rules and penalties
that were just explained to the population.  Then to post the remainders in
the institutions main eating area, and hallways.

   Once the two sisters were back in their office, Daisha said to her
sister Shari, you know we're going to have to find a real nasty son of a
bitch to be our disciplinarian.  Shari laughed and said with all those
rules and penalties, we might need more than one nasty son of a bitch. 
Daisha looked at her and said back have you been reading the newspapers
lately?  Shari said not really why do you ask?  Daisha walked over to the
stack of mail and other paper work sitting in the box marked incoming mail
and lifted the newspaper sitting on top.  She walked back to her sisters
desk and stood there for a moment while she flipped the pages until she
found the article she had been looking for, than dropped the newspaper on
her desk and pointed to that particular article.  Shari looked down and saw
in bold print the article that read......States local mental health
facility to close.  Daisha said you know who gets locked up there?  Shari
looked back up at her with a shrug of the shoulders.  Daisha said well I'll
tell you who, lots of really bad ass dudes sister that's who, and I'll tell
you something, I'm gonna check it out.  You see the states closing these
places to save money, but if they have no room in their other facilities to
house them, they might just simply release them.  So I can pop over there
and tell them guys that we're looking to hire some people but we need to
look at their personnel files.  Get it?  we can see who looks good enough
to be our disciplinarian.  Shari face lit up and she said wow!  what a
great idea.

   Alex lay in bed thinking of the events that led up to him staying in
this run down stinking two room apartment.  Two months had passed since
Aunt Claire had kicked him out.  He had been back to the mental health
facility for eight weekends during that time, and had met with his inmate
friend Bruno Martin.  Things had dramatically changed from those days when
he believed that he would never feel comfortable with another person
knowing too much about him, unless that other person was completely under
his control.  Bruno was that other person, a perfect candidate to choose as
his accomplice.  During his five years at the facility, Alex found Bruno to
be not only a follower, but an easily manipulated follower.  All that was
holding him back from sharing his future plans with him at that time was
timing.  Alex would be released much sooner than Bruno.  But all that
changed with the Governors decision to shut the place down.

   Alex told Bruno that once the facility shut down and Bruno was not
transferred to another mental health facility, he wanted Bruno to come stay
with him rather than be tossed out onto the streets.  Alex told Bruno only
what he wanted to, and not much else.  He told Bruno that soon they would
be living in a great big beautiful cottage that sat on one of several acres
of land.  But was careful not to tell him just where it was or that it was
the same land where Bruno had buried the two little twin girls he had
tortured, raped, and murdered.  He then told him one other fact, and when
Bruno heard it he could hardly contain himself from jumping up and down
with excitement.  Alex told him there was a brand new little girls
Orphanage that lay on the other side of a fence separating the two parcels
of land.

   It was the last weekend before the closure of the mental health facility
and Alex was fairly certain that Bruno would be one of those inmates to be
released onto the streets, His maximum release date would be substantially
shortened based on psychiatric and psychological studies done in the
facility.  Alex patted himself on the back for his insistence that Bruno
learn how to trick them into thinking he was recovering.  But there was one
other consideration, and that was time spent, Bruno had been there much
longer than Alex or many of the other inmates.  Those facts would be
sufficient to release Bruno under the early release program.

   Alex was not able to sleep that last Friday night before the final
weekend, but it wasn't because of the facility closure or his joining with
Bruno.  He couldn't sleep because of something Aunt Claire had said to him
right before she kicked him out, and it wasn't even what she divulged to
him about her will, a will that would make him a multi millionaire upon her
pending death.  He kept going over it in his mind as he lay there in bed,

   "It would have been much better had you axed little eight year old
Maryellen to death and buried her along with those other little girls under
my fruit trees." Those were her very words And the more he thought about
it, the more he realized how true those words were.  In his mind it was the
only mistake he made, it started everything rolling down hill.  Aunt Claire
and Uncle Ben seeing the half naked raped little girl screaming and running
towards them, and Alex holding that ax pursuing her.  Then the long five
years in the mental health facility.  He turned and twisted in bed, but
then sat up very quickly.  DAMN!  he shouts to himself, that's what's been
bothering me all these years and I never knew what it was, the sudden
awareness of what he had kept buried now coming to light.  He begins to
mumble to himself, that fucking kid would be ummmmm let me see yeah that's
right she'd be thirteen now.  What would prevent that little fucking cunt
from finding her way back here and starting trouble?  suppose the little
cunt went to the newspapers and told them I'd fucked up her life?  maybe
she'd try blackmail, or even worse have the cops searching the land for
other little girls.  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  again he shouts out loud to
himself.  I made a mistake five years ago by allowing the little cunt to
escape, not this time hell no, that kids got to die.

   That Monday the mental health facility shut its doors for good, The
State transferred nearly seventy five percent of the inmates to their other
facilities.  Some went to mental health facilities others to correctional
facilities, the remaining twenty five percent were simply released.  Bruno
was one of those released.  Alex took him back to the apartment and asked
him when the last time he had his cock shoved up a tight little asshole or
tiny pussy.  Bruno laughed and said a long time, its been a long time, I
was eighteen or nineteen when I got sentenced to this joint.  I'm thirty
eight now Alex so I guess you could say its been about nineteen years since
I got my hands on some tiny little pussy, or rather got my cock shoved
inside some tiny asshole.  Alex pours them both a hot cup of coffee then
says ok sit down I got lots to tell you.

   He says remember that time when you told me about how you had buried the
two little twin girls that you tortured, raped, and murdered?  and remember
how pleased you were about burying their bodies on that private land and
planting a tree sapling over their grave?  remember?  Bruno looks across
the table at Alex, he nods his head, yeah sure I remember, you got all
jumpy and made us go to the recreation yard by the exercise area away from
everybody.  Alex takes a sip of his coffee then says yeah that right, You
know why I got all jumpy as you say?  Bruno sets his cup of coffee down and
says no!...  why?  Alex begins to explain.

   He tells him the land he used, belonged to his relatives and soon will
belong to him.  Then he tells him that he was also using it to bury some of
his own little girls, and he buried them in the exact same way that Bruno
did, with tree saplings over their graves.  Bruno says how could that be?
both of us using the same place in the same way?  I don't believe you Alex,
I think your teasing me aint you?  Alex says ok Bruno I'll prove it to you
but not now.  I've got to wait until my Aunt dies, then all that land will
belong to me.  But in the meantime I've got something that your gonna love
to hear.

   Its about the one little girl that escaped my axe, and in so doing
caused me to wind up in that mental health joint where we met.  Bruno says
ok I'm listening, go on.  Alex says I know her name and where she lives,
its about seventy five miles from here in some rural part of the state,
lots of farm land and not much else, its where I kidnapped her.  I drugged
her and brought her back here, I slapped her around then raped her, and was
about to hack her up in little pieces when she got away.  Alex can see he
has Bruno's full attention, he says how'd you like to help me finish what I
started before the kid got lucky?  Bruno says Oh man how I'd love to, like
I told you before Alex its been nearly nineteen years, Oh shit yeah Alex
man my cocks already dripping when can we start?  Alex smiles and says I
know your anxious my friend but not any more than I am, we're both going to
have to be patient, I'm not going to fuck this up.  She's not getting away
from me this time, that's for sure.  I want to bring her back here, its too
dangerous to spend time where she lives, I want to snatch her up before
anyone's the wiser and get her back here where we can take as long as we
like torturing her, just imagine Bruno both of us torturing her at the same
time, then both of us raping her, one in front one in back.  Bruno says
stop it Alex I cant take it any longer where's your bathroom?  Alex laughs
loudly and points to the bathroom.

   It's a small apartment and much too small for both Bruno and Alex to
live in together for any length of time.  To make matters worse Bruno has
been asking Alex if they can go to the playground where the mothers take
their little daughters.  Alex has all he can do to keep Bruno from doing
anything stupid.  Just when he thinks it was a mistake bringing Bruno in to
share the apartment with him, he gets a phone call that changes all that.
Its from Aunt Claire's personal aide.  She tells him they have taken his
aunt by ambulance to the hospital.  Alex tells Bruno to stay in the
apartment and not do anything stupid like going to the park, he tells him
this might be the very thing he's been waiting for.

   By the time Alex gets to the hospital Aunt Claire has died.  The doctors
ask him if he will be making the funeral arrangements?  There were no
relatives at the wake and Alex only made arrangements for a one day wake.
After the funeral Alex moved Bruno and himself back into the cottage.  They
stayed there for two days, one of those days Alex took Bruno out to the
fruit trees and dug up two of the tree saplings he had planted.  Bruno just
stood there looking down into the freshly opened ground as Alex pulled out
a decaying cardboard box containing bits and pieces of bone, some teeth,
and some blond hair.  He then turned to Bruno and said....well?  satisfied
now? ....Bruno said I'll never doubt you again Alex I swear I wont, but can
we leave now?  can we go get that girl you told me about?

   Alex kept the speed down to match the posted speed limits all along the
highway.  It took nearly two hours of steady driving.  Even though Bruno
wanted to stop for coffee and donuts, Alex insisted that it was too
dangerous to stop anywhere, saying that when the girl turned up missing, a
search would be underway, questions asked and highway road stops checked.
especially their video cameras.  So they proceeded straight through with no
stops.  It was a little after three in the afternoon when the car passed
the school, they saw lots of young girls wearing their school girl
uniforms, lots of shapely young legs exposed by the shortness of their
skirts.  As the girls filed pass their car, they began to see a bunch of
cheerleaders coming from the schools outside practice grounds.  The girls
were laughing and shouting at each other, when one of the girls shouted out
HEY MARYELLEN , remember no more practice till next week.  Alex poked Bruno
in the ribs, there she is that's her.  Bruno says wow!  you never told me
she was a cheerleader.  Alex says how the fuck would I know that?  come on
I got a plan he starts the engine and drives away from the school.



   Alex remembered the area very well, even though it was five years ago he
remembered like it was yesterday the very road he parked his car on.  The
same dirt road little eight year old Maryellen was walking on when the
rains came and he tricked her into getting in his car.  Both he and Bruno
sat there in the car which he parked on the side of the road.  He says ok
now here's what we're gonna do.  He reaches into the glove compartment and
takes out a pair of dark glasses and puts them on.  Then he tells Bruno
when she passes by stop her and tell her you saw her at cheerleader
practice and you loved her moves and how pretty she looks.  Bruno says
that's just gonna scare her.  But Alex says not when you tell her you
represent the big cheerleader contest that's coming soon.  Tell her that
many of the contestants can be hired by wealthy advertisers, tell her she
could earn lots of money and be famous if she impresses any of the big
advertisers who will be watching the contest.  Then tell her that I'm one
of the judges in the contest and I would like to see more of her.  Point to
the back seat.  Tell her that her father and Mother would be proud of her
if she's accepted.  Bruno says ok I'll give it a shot.

   Just like five years ago Maryellen is walking along the dirt road alone,
she slows down when she sees the car parked along side the road.  She
wonders if the car is stuck, she walks slowly trying to see into the car.
But the car had tinted windows so she hesitates as she gets closer then a
man leans out of the window and says Hi!  my friend and I were watching
your cheerleader practice and we're both very impressed at the way you
looked.  Maryellen smiles but says nothing and stays her ground not
approaching any further towards the car.  Bruno continues and says my name
is Mr.  Bruno Martin and I'm one of the people involved in the big
cheerleader contest that's coming real soon.  Maryellen says what contest?
I haven't heard anything about a contest.  Alex can see that Bruno needs
some help so he leans over the front seat and says of course you haven't
heard anything, that's only because the contest hasn't been announced yet.
I represent some of the advertisers who will be sponsoring the contest and
I can tell you right now they would be very interested in a pretty
cheerleader like you.  From what we saw, there's a very good chance you
could be one of the contestants.

   Oh by the way remember you don't have to win the contest, just being one
of the contestants can earn you lots of money, just think how proud your
father and mother would be seeing you on TV advertising some product and
earning lots and lots of money.  Maryellen comes closer to the car she says
so what do you want me to do?  Alex says well my company sells bathing
suites you know bikinis and my other company sells sun tan lotion.  So my
companies want to make sure that who they hire can show off their products
in the best way.  Maryellen says but I never did any modeling before.  Alex
says oh don't worry about that we can show you what to do, all we'd like to
do now is drive you to our studio and see what you look like close up. 
Maryellen thinks for a bit then says, well my Mom and Dad are staying over
at my Granny's place for a few days cause she's ailing.  I guess I could go
to your studio, how long would I have to stay there?  Bruno's cock has
already gotten hard as a rock and Alex's own cock has begun to twitch, he
cant believe its going so easy.  He says well lets see now the changing
into the bikini's the putting on of the suntan lotion, the posing.  oh I
guess most of the day.  Maryellen all excited about the prospect of
becoming a model says ok Mister.  Alex opens the back door and says slide
in honey.  Maryellen slides into the back seat, her short cheerleader skirt
hikes way up her shapely legs her white panties clearly visible.  Bruno
starts the engine and pulls the car away from the side of the road.

   Alex says by the way what's your name?  she says oh its Maryellen.  He
then says I hope you don't have any marks or blemishes on your skin do you?
she says not really, I do have some bumps and one or two bruises but their
from cheerleader practice.  Alex smiles and pats her naked knee then says
well naturally we're going to have to take a careful look at your entire
body to make sure you will photograph well.  The car continues along the
highway and Alex shouts to Bruno, watch your speed, Bruno slows the car
down a bit.  Maryellen says you mean your gonna have to see me naked?  Alex
pats her knee again and runs his hand higher up her thigh and says sure but
don't let It bother you.  I've already seen you naked and he takes his dark
glasses off....Maryellen takes one look at him and screams Oooooooooo my
God!  its you Oooooooo nooooooo noooooo nooooo







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