by Sarah J.
Story Codes: gggggg/FF, gdom, ped, nc, tort, viol
Warning:
The narrative deals with underage persons.
If you
find this offensive, then please don’t read it.
The following
story is a purely fictional account. Any relationship to any real person living
or dead is absolutely coincidental. The
narrative deals with underage persons and the author in no way condones or
promotes sex with minors, nor any of the other acts depicted in this work –
but… Sarah thinks any adult who enjoys reading about such things should be free
to do so.
Summary: A young woman agrees to accompany
some schoolgirls on a field trip and becomes the unwilling victim to an
eccentric woman’s perverted games. Take a bound, naked 23 year old woman, add a
group of sadistic little girls and whole bunch of terrible torture equipment
and you get… well… you’ll see!
Debbie walked into the lounge and
threw her backpack on the couch.
‘Hey
Kerry!’ she shouted to her twenty-three year-old roommate.
‘What?’
Kerry answered from the shower.
‘Know
that job I mentioned? You know, taking those girls from the fourth-grade to see
Ms Anna Wyman’s history collection. You going to do it or what?’
‘History’s
boring for kids, they’ll hate it and give me a hard time all day,’ Kerry
wandered out of the bathroom towel-drying her blond hair.
‘No
they wont, I promise. Mrs Wyman has a private collection of medieval torture
stuff; it’s the only one like it in California. Come on Kerry, you know kids
love that kinda stuff’.
‘Yeah,
I guess – little sickos’.
Debbie
laughed, ‘Totally. But the school’s willing to pay a hundred bucks for the
day’.
‘You’re
a teacher Deb, why don’t you do it. You know I hate kids,’ Kerry said.
‘Can’t
hon. Working that day, and it’s my job to organize it. Come on, pretty please’.
Kerry
wrapped the towel round herself, folded her arms and glared at her friend for a
moment. ‘Oh fuck it,’ she said finally, ‘I’ll do it. Besides, you’ll never quit
bugging me till I do’.
‘True
babe,’ laughed Debbie, ‘but you’ll have fun, and a hundred bucks too – how bad
can that be?’
Kerry
drove the seven-seater herself, the deal was that, as it was a small group (six
girls) she would be the only adult – which meant no driver. Kerry had dressed
smart but casual in black pants and a white top, and she pulled herself up to
her full five-feet-eleven in an attempt to seem strict (she really wasn’t in
the mood for any bullshit from a bunch of spoilt kids from a private school).
Kerry ticked off the girl’s names from a clipboard as they climbed into the
van. Madison, Olivia, Kayla, Natalie, Megan, Allison – all nine year-olds,
(pretty girls Kerry had to concede). The children giggled non-stop and talked
so loud it was giving Kerry a headache, she’d never been very patient with kids
and was beginning to wonder how she let Debbie talk her into this.
‘Just
shut the fuck up will you! Jeez don’t you brats ever quit babbling?’ Kerry
shouted over her shoulder. Their angry glares just made her smile – like she
fucking cared what they thought of her. For the rest of the journey along the
coast road from Santa Barbara to Morro Bay the girls kept quite, whispering and
glaring at their supervisor, but Kerry was happy enough – at least the
bitches were quiet.
Anna
Wyman lived in a large house overlooking the Pacific. There were dozens of
rooms and a huge labyrinth like basement where she housed her collection. The
forty-two year-old billionaire gazed at her precious objects: torture and
interrogation equipment from a hundred cultures, some of it very old. She had
only told the school about the medieval objects, as it was easy to explain the
educational significance, but they had no idea what else she kept here. Nor had
they any clue that she kept in touch with girls from the school by email, or
that she had come to know many of them very well. The Arenas Amarillas School For Girls was virtually hers anyway; her money built it; her money
maintained it; and her money paid for the generous scholarships the school gave
away. Not only that, but Anna personally selected the recipients. There were
many mystified, but highly delighted, parents in the area whose underachieving
child had been offered a place at the prestigious school. Only Anna knew they
had been selected because their psychometric testing indicated cruel and
sadistic dispositions. Many were borderline sociopaths, something Anna was very
proud of. But then, after all, the school was merely the front for her own
delightful games. Well, a rich woman has to have a hobby.
Kerry parked the van on the gravel
drive and ushered the quiet, sulky girls out.
‘Okay,
lets get this over with,’ Kerry said in a bored - I’d rather be anywhere
else – tone. ‘You… Kayla, go knock on the door’.
‘It’s
Natalie,’ said the child, glaring at Kerry.
‘Whatever,
just go get someone okay?’
A
maid came out and took them all inside, after a while Anna Wyman came in. She
seemed nice enough, Kerry thought, then the woman asked the maid to get Kerry
some coffee while she showed the girls some of her latest paintings. Kerry
relaxed back in a large chair looking at the sea view, glad to be rid of the
brat kids for a while, and very glad she didn’t have to look at a bunch of
fucking paintings.
Anna
knew all the girls of course, that’s why they had been chosen for the trip. And
they all knew why they were here. Anna took them into a side room and locked
the door.
‘Okay girls,’ she said, smiling,
‘soon I’m going to let you play on the equipment, but first I wanted to show
you the victim I selected get for you’.
Anna opened a large, wooden crate,
huddled inside, naked and in chains, was a small Vietnamese woman.
‘She’ll be perfect for your little
games, don’t you think?’ Anna said. Madison stepped forward and kicked the
cowering woman.
‘Yeah,’ the child said, ‘torturin
her would be fun, but…’
‘But?’ Anna asked, puzzled, she
thought the girls would be really keen to get the little Vietnamese bitch down
to the basement.
‘Well…’ said Allison, ‘it’s just
that there’s someone we’d like better’.
‘Oh,’ said Anna, surprised, ‘and who
would that be?’
‘That bitch that drove us down
here!’ said Madison, ‘we HATE her!’
‘Really?’ Anna said, and the girls
nodded. Anna smiled, this was unexpected, and a great deal more fun.
Watching the girls torturing a helpless victim was always a massive turn on of
course, and she was sure the evil little things would do a good job, but in the
end they would be indifferent to the Vietnamese woman. It would be as if they
were playing with the wretch because there was nothing else to do. But someone
the girls actually hated, well, that was priceless. If they had the tall
blonde down there, completely at their mercy, when they all loathed the woman
so much, then it would be personal – that would be a wonderful show. ‘Well
girls,’ Anna said, ‘if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get. I’m
sure I can arrange for her to be seen driving away and leaving you all here.
After all, she is a nasty bitch right?’
‘Totally!’ Olivia said.
‘Well, lets get going then,’ Anna
said, ‘oh…’ she said motioning to the Vietnamese woman, ‘you might as well
bring that along, I’m sure it will provide some amusement’.
To be continued…
Ó Sarah J.
2004
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