8 45 pm
“Please come this way” said Mr Black.
I catch a glimpse of something in Mr blacks eyes as he looks me over. Something that sends shivers down my spine. Yet when I do a double take he is smiling warmly.
“Emily?”
“Mr Black” I say hesitantly “where are we going?”
“To get you checked out.”
“…and after that.”
“To your new accommodation. the orphanage manager is eager to meet you. She will make all the day to day decisions about your life while you attend our new school.”
“University?” I ask “I don’t even know what I want to do?”
“Oh no.” he laughs. “I don’t believe you are ready for higher education, this is a special high school for children that have failed to achieve acceptable grades or show self-discipline. Until I deem otherwise, a child you will remain.” He looks me up and down and I feel the urge to shiver again.
Mr black continues. “Age means nothing if you do not have the maturity to back it up.”
“I wilt as he speaks.” And we walk in silence for another minute.
Before long we round a corner and run into another man in a dark suit, he seems younger than Mr black and has short blonde hair.
The shake hands and greet each other warmly. “Its good to see you Nathan I heard the girl had awoken and rushed over as soon as I got your message.”
“Its good see you to Steven.” This is Emily. He gestures towards me. “How’s Brenda?”
“She’s doing well, baby is due in a month.”
Well congratulations’ Replies Mr Black
He turns to me. “Emily from here I will leave you in the care of Mr Roberts. He will be in charge of making decisions for you in my absence. You will obey him without question. He is my voice… and hands. He is also your point of call for all questions you may have or any assistance you feel you may require.”
“Nathan what…” I begin but am cut of as Steven takes a step towards me and slaps me hard across the face.
I fall to my knees. My eye wide. Cupping my stinging cheek with both hands.
That’s Mr Black to you girl. Show some respect. He saved your life. He turns to Nathan. I apologise sir.
Mr black smiles. “Not your fault Steven, but she is new so don’t be too hard on her.”
“Yet.”
Steven bows his head “Of course sir. I’ll call you tomorrow night with a status report. Then to me “get up girl”.
Shakely I pick myself off the ground. Reflexively smoothing the front of the hospital gown.
This can’t be happening.
“Well Steven ill be seeing you.” Mr black turns and starts walking back the way we came.
Steven glares at me. “You will treat all adults with absolute respect and refer to them by their last name, Sir or ma’am. unless instructed otherwise.”
‘Yes, but… yes”
“Mr Roberts” he interjects
“Y-yes Mr Roberts…” I stammer and he cuts me off again. “Very good. Follow.” He turns on his heel and begins walking tdown the corridor.
What is going on?
I stand there in the middle of the hallway glancing between the direction Mr black had gone and Mr Roberts retreating back. I squeak slightly then quickly rush after Mr Roberts trying my best to avoid accidently flashing the hospital staff.
As I catch up to him Mr Roberts come to halt, glancing back at me then nods towards a door. “In”
I hesitate but His tone brooks argument so I enter.
Inside Is another room like the one I woke up in, empty, except for a large brown paper bag on an unmade mattress. Mr Roberts follows me in and closes the door behind himself.
“Change” he states in his usual monotone.
“huh! um, but, I um” I stammer
He raises an eyebrow then shrugs and turns to face the door. “Hurry up.”
I realise that’s the best I’m going to get so I cautiously step up to the bed and open the bag.
It appears to be a school uniform. As I start unpacking I note a short dark grey pleated skirt, white cotton panties and socks, black girls dress shoes, white button up shirt, 2 pink ribbons and a… “um.
Sir. This is a. well. It’s a.”
“yes?” he prompts.
“Well sir, this um, this is a training bra. For little girls.”
“Yes it is” he states calmly “why would you need anything else”.
My cheeks flush “Could I have a different one, I prefer sports bras” I say holding the flimsy piece of fabric, just now noticing the decaled carebears playing in a field of pink hearts.
“No.”
I hang my head “Oh”. But with my cheek still stinging from earlier I don’t question further.
I quickly step into the panties followed by the skirt and socks. Next I pull the hospital gown off and wriggle into the training bra, which feels just a smidge too small.
I glance towards Steven but he seems to be focused on his phone.
As I’m pushing my feet into the shoes I realise everything fits perfectly; well except the bra.
I pick up one of the ribbons and start putting my hair into a ponytail when Mr Roberts turns around.
He looks me up and down then states “pigtails”
“Um what?” Seeing his eyes harden I quickly stammer out. “…what do you mean, sir?”
“You will wear your hair in pigtails.”
I hesitate, opening my mouth to comment when he takes a step forward. I shrink back reflexively.
Reluctantly I do so
Once I’m done Mr Roberts nods then waits, tilting his head expectantly.
Confused I ask “Yes sir?”.
He sighs “I go to all this trouble of coming here and getting you these clothes yet you cant even muster a thank you?”
“Oh yes, thank you sir” I stammer out hurriedly. I don’t really feel like thanking him.
He just shakes his head. “oh well, let’s go”.
9:50 pm
Mr Roberts car was really nice. The sort of car you would see rich people in in movies. He even has a driver. In the car Mr Roberts worked on his laptop while asking me questions about my personal life and interests. He informed me that there were no cell phones or cell phone towers in the area due to being so close to a military base and gave me an apple and granola bar for “dinner”. After I mentioned my love of running he said that I would be joining the school running team and to be sure I was at the school by ‘8 on the dot’ the next day. But mostly all I can think about, even though I know I have slept most of the day, is going to bed.
throughout the ride I become more aware of the bra as it become more and more uncomfortable. I try to discreetly adjust it.
I stifle a yawn as I walk up to the front door of the orphanage.
The building looks old and run down and the garden doesn’t look like it’s ever been tended. Looking simultaneously run down and overgrown.
I step up to the door and press the doorbell then step back and wait.
I’m considering knocking on the door again when I hear a lock click and the door is opened to reveal a dark corridor.
I flinch as I get a good look at the person that opened the door for me. He Looks to be middle age, a hunch back and his face is heavily scared, uneven patches of hair surrounded by scabs is all that remains of what must have been a full head of hair.
I force a smile. “hello”
He beckons for me to follow and starts walking down the corridor.
Shivers run down my spine. This whole place is creepy. I shrink inwards and hug my chest as I follow.
Eventually he halts by a large door opening it and then stepping aside to allow me to past.
Inside a squat woman is hunched over typing furiously at a dusty old pc. On display around the walls are a multitude of canes and riding crops. She glances up from her writing and beckons me to sit at the empty seat across from her.
As I walk through the doorway I feel my skirt lift. shocked I squeak and jump forwards pulling my skirt back down.
I hear the hunchback chuckle as the door starts to close. He stares at me the through the shrinking.
Without even looking up I hear the lady at the desk say “Don’t mind Gunther, he’s harmless” and she gestures at the seat again.
The lady continues typing for several more minutes before finally turning to me.
“Welcome to your new home Emily, follow the rules and we will have no problems. Break them or fail to maintain good grades and we will have problems. Clear?”
“um, yes ma’am”
She smiles warmly, “very good. My name is Ms Steele, but Ma’am is fine”. A car will be here to pick you up at 7:30 every morning Monday to Friday. I expect you to be ready to go before the car arrives. You will shower every morning and night, though we currently have no hot water” she looks at me apologetically and continues. Please leave ‘All’ your clothes in the bin in the hallway outside your room. I will have Gunther clean them for you tonight. They will be ready for you in the morning”. She doesn’t give me any opening to speak.
“We will meet again in the next few days to discuss things in more details. You have several brothers and sisters here. One will be your roommate, but she has yet to arrive.”
Lights out is usually 10pm, though ill waive that tonight. Now off to bed with you.
“Um ma’am…”
She cuts me off “No time for questions. Hurry to bed. Your room is on the first floor the bathroom is down the hall.”
I stand up and head towards the door. Im reaching for the handle when I hear “Oh and Emily. We don’t have any towels yet either so you will need to use your clothes to dry yourself and make sure you wash thoroughly with soap. I despise girls that don’t maintain themselves”.
What! She doesnt mean… I look in her eyes and can see she isn’t joking. “Uh, yes? Yes. ma’am.”
“Very good Emily You will have new clothes when you return from school tomorrow.” She returns to typing.
I have clearly been dismissed.
I stifle a yawn as I start down the hallway only a faint orange light coming from a single moth filled wall sconce illuminates the way. I notice a wooden staircase and head towards it, keeping an eye out for the hunchback. No matter what Ms Steele says he makes me nervous.
Each step creaks as put my foot down. This whole house gives me the creeps. Half way up I glance back the way id come and my hearts skips a beat. Gunther is standing at the bottom of the staircase leering up at me. I bolt the rest of the way up the stairs.
This floor isn’t much better than the one before there are four doors along a corridor and stairs up to another level. There is a door with the name tag: Emily – Samantha on it.
I open the door to my new room and look inside. The light is on and I see two single beds both made, two wardrobes two set of draws and an old wooden desk with matching chair.
After another big yawn and with nothing else to do I decide its time to shower.
The shower seems ancient. Its communal with 4 large facets in the ceiling of a white tiled room one large drain in the middle. On the other side There are also two toilet stalls one missing a door.
I see a set of small draws under a sink with names on them Mine has a bar of soap, a tube of toothpaste and toothbrush. Aside from the single functioning toilet stall there are no locks in the
bathroom. The only protection for the shower is a half-tiled wall.
I strip off hanging my skirt and panties and hang them on a hook by the shower. I realise I need to pee and enter the cubical with the door. After I’m done I reach into the toilet paper dispenser but its empty. Sighing I make my way back to the shower. ‘ill have to say something about this to Steven?’
I strip off placing my remaining clothes. Its freezing and I feel my nipples harden and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. I reach for the dial activating the shower. stepping back with a gasp as I feel the cold water splash up onto my legs. After waiting a minute, holding myself and shivering, to see if the water will warm. I take a deep breath and step under the icy stream.
Taking great pains to hold the soap as tightly as possible I begin to wash, vigorously. Rubbing the bar of soap across my naked body as fast as I can. Yet my shivering hands betray me and I watch as the piece of soap falls from my hands and slides across the floor.
I take a large step trying to block it with my foot, but my foot looses it grip with the tiles and I fall landing on my ass.
My eyes water. But I dont have time to complain, I want this to be over so quickly start rubbing the rest of the soap out.
Done I get out and rush to my clothes. I run my hands through my hair trying to squeeze as much water out as possible then fold my skirt into my hair to try and absorbs some of the remainder. Next I pick up my shirt and brush the majority of the water off my body quickly realising the material is not very effective. I end up relying on the training bra and panties which seem to do a slightly better job.
I feel ridiculous rubbing myself with the bra and end up drying between my legs with my panties, both of which I have to wring out before I’m done.
I’m shivering and clutching my wet bundle of clothes to my chest as I poke my head into the corridor. I spy a laundry basket at the end of the hall, past my room.
There is no one around so I make a half walk half run for the large wicker basket.
Lifting the lid, I drop my bundle of clothes in and untangle the skirt from my hair then turn to make my way back to my room.
“Eep” I jump in fright.
Hes just standing there, staring, between me and my bedroom door. Ugly Face completely blank. Gunther.
I quickly cover myself one hand across my chest the other the other between my legs as I make an awkward half crouch.
Gunther doesn’t move at all
This cant be ok? Surely if I tell Ms Steele she will make him leave?
“Gunther can I please go to my room?”
He doesn’t reply
I shuffle forward slightly, and he takes a step back.
Curious I take another hesitant step and again he moves back.
Careful to keep my eyes on him I shuffle to my door making an effort to keep myself covered, every time I move forward he moves back.
When I reach the door. Im forced to crouch, using my legs to hide my sex, so I can open the door.
Sidestepping into the room I slam the door and switch the lock.
Back to the door and totally exhausted, the day’s events catch up to me, and I slide down to the floor.
Naked, shivering, crying and with snot coming out my nose, I must look a tragic sight. I do not notice any of it and just bury my face into my knees. What is happening to me?
A few hours later
A half empty bottle of $300 whisky sits on a small foot table between too large leather recliners. On the wall off to the side is huge flat screen tv.
Two men reminisce and discuss business proposals, cigar smoke hangs in the air.
The monitor display flicks between two cameras feeds aimed at a bed. A girl is sleeping soundly, oblivious to the machinations happening around her.
At some point while the two men conversed the girl had dragged herself into the bed and has since fallen asleep.
“and I said, your never to old for the purple hippo”
Nathan black laughs heartily “Your never going to let him live that one down are you?”
“Never” Richard chuckles
The conversation lulls and Nathan takes a sip of his whisky. On the monitor the hunched shape of the groundskeeper comes into view.
“This is a marvellous little project you have going on here Nathan, Been looking for some new entertainment, it’s a good excuse to spend something.
“Ihank you. I received a request from Lorenzo, he wants her hair to be dyed pink. All of it. God knows how I am going to factor that into the story. Suzy wants her clean shaven”
“I’m sure you will think of something” Richard says as he turns his attention to the monitor
As the two men watch the hunchback pull back the covers exposing Emily’s sleeping form. first her torso where he spends several moments watching her chest rise and fall then pulling the sheet all the way down, exposing her groin and legs.
“Will it, er…”
“No need to worry, Gunther has orders not to make any physical contact with the girl or interrupt the narrative. Anything else is permissible however”.
Richard leans back in his recliner “very well”.
Gunther hesitantly reaches his hand out toward Emily’s breast. Then he pauses, his hand hovering an inch from her skin. His eyes briefly flick past the wall where one of the cameras are hidden and he slowly withdraws it. He licks his lips and Richard sees the corner of Nathan’s mouth curl into a half smile.
A couple of moments later he reaches down and unzips his pants pulling out his cock and begins to rub it.
He walks closer so his thighs press against the mattress and tugs himself up and down as Emily sleeps, naked and unaware, beneath it.
In her sleep Emily shifts slightly and lets out a small breath. Gunther begins to speed up.
Before long Gunther twitches and sprays warm semen all over Emily’s thighs and pubic hair. A small trickle of semen runs down between her leg and labia to pool on the bed.
Gunther stands there, for several moments his shrinking cock in his hands, like he is in a trance, before he quickly tucks his penis away.
Reaching down Gunther pulls the bedding back up, as if to hide the evidence of his crime and begins to awkwardly shuffle towards the door.
“Will you have her cleaned?”
“No, I’m curious to see what she will make of it”.
Then two men laugh, settle back in their chairs and continue their earlier discussion.