Chapter 1
The sounds of foot steps echoed through the corridors. Her footsteps, steady, regular, falling one after the other with a metronomic determination.
It was night at the Midville Orphanage, the young urchins were all nestled away in their cottages....
No one was around to see her.
The night surrounded her, protected her, hid her.
She could feel her heart beating, she could feel the blood pulsing through her veins, pounding in her throat and at her temples....
Her hands, though steady, contained just the faintest tremors, though none but she herself could possibly notice.
She felt the energy rising in her. She felt the sense of fulfillment coming once again to claim her. It was night, and she ruled supreme. She owned all the lost souls who slept here ... this was her domain, and she would do as she pleased!!
She looked down at the sleeping girl.
Her thicket of curly red hair spilled over her pillow, and her face was relaxed in a calm expression, lost in a dreamless sleep.
The woman allowed herself one last moment of silent contemplation, and then, she acted.
A quick movement of her hands and the girl's covers were torn from around her inert body.
The girl jerked upright, still half asleep, a look of blind panic on her face. "Wha-, who ... ? "
"Get up," said the woman, her voice cold and hard as a stone monolith. "Wha ... I ... I ... ? "
"Get out of bed, please," she said again.
"Now."
"Y-y-yes, Miss Fimp. I ... did I do something?"
The woman laughed, a cruel laugh that sounded more like a snarl.
"Did you do anything?" she repeated in mocking tones. "Why don't you tell me, Anna? Hmmmmm? Did you do anything?"
"I ... please, Miss Fimp. I don't know what you mean."
"I said get out of bed."
There was a rustle of covers from the other girls in the cottage ... there were four assigned to each one, and Almira Fimp, head mistress and chief disciplinarian .of the Midville Orphanage wanted to whisk this bad little girl away from the others as rapidly as possible. No sense in upsetting any more people than was necessary.
Anna jumped to the floor, and immediately began to shiver from the cold wood against her bare feet.
"I want to ask you a few questions, my dear. Get your robe on and come with me."
Anna began to tremble. Everyone knew about Miss Fimp's midnight 'invitations' to 'come with me', and Anna had no desire to learn any more about them than she already knew.
"I ... I don't understand. Miss Fimp. I haven't done anything."
"You haven't? I see. Well then, you needn't worry about anything then, correct? Just come with me, and when you've given me your explanation, you can come back. It's that simple. Assuming, of course, that you're correct in your claim that you haven't done anything."
Anna was already starting to shake noticeably.
"Get control of yourself, young lady. We'll have none of that!"
One of the other girls in the cottage had awakened now, and was sitting up in bed.
"Go back to sleep, Betty. This doesn't concern you."
"Yes, Miss Fimp, the girl said at once, her own voice registering both shock and fear at hearing Miss Pimp's voice, and relief that she was not the chosen.
Anna was quickly hustled out of the cottage and back along the stone pathways of the enchanted setting of Midville Orphanage ... enchanted in appearance only, it would seem.
They walked into the main house, and moved quickly to the dining room.
"Anna, I want to ask you something. What did we have for dinner, tonight?"
There was a pause.
"Anna, you'd best answer me."
"We had ... roast beef, Miss Fimp." The red-haired mop top cast her eyes to the floor, already knowing what was coming. "But did you have roast beef, Anna."
"No, Miss Fimp," the girl mumbled. "What's that? Speak up, I can't understand a word you're saying when you talk like that."
"I said No, Miss Fimp. I didn't have roast beef."
"I see," said the large woman, crossing her arms in a gesture of triumph. "And would you be so good as to tell me what you did have."
"I had ... fish."
"Fish. I see. Was it cooked."
"Yes ma'am."
"Ah, but was it warm?"
"No ma'am ... it was cold."
"I see. And why was it cold?"
"Because ... it was in the refrigerator from last night...."
"Oh. And why was it in the refrigerator?"
"Because I didn't eat it yesterday."
"I see. I think the entire picture is starting to become clear to me, quite clear indeed. Anna, do you think you deserve special privileges?"
"No, Miss Fimp. I don't."
"Really? You couldn't convince me of that, simply from your actions. Do you have any idea what it costs to feed a large group of hungry children like yourselves?"
"No ma'am. I don't. But I'd guess a lot."
"Very intelligent. I've always said you were bright., that if we could somehow find a way to harness that intelligence for good, instead of for the mischief you seem to always lean towards ... but that's of no matter now. You really can't expect us to prepare a separate dinner for each one of you girls, can you?"
"No ... Miss Fimp ... I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it ... you know that I can't-"
"That's not the point, little girl. You know the policy. You eat what you're served, and if you don't, you get it back the next night, and if you don't eat it then, you get it for breakfast, and you keep getting it until you do eat it. You know this. Why do you persist in try to bend the rules for your own benefit. Why can't you simply be a good little girl, why can't you simply do as you're supposed to, instead of trying our patience at every turn--! "
Almira Fimp clenched her Fists, gritted her teeth, and slowly counted to ten. The point was not lost on Anna.
"I'm sorry ... Miss Fimp ... but ... I ... I...."
"Where did you sit tonight for dinner, Anna?"
Anna began to tremble even more. "Over there," she said in a small voice, pointing to the seat.
"I see."
Miss Fimp walked over to the chair, and turned back to Anna. "Right here?" Anna nodded.
"I see. Would you come over here, Anna."
The red-haired girl slowly walked towards the head mistress as if she was approaching a gallows.
"Have a seat. I'm curious to check something."
"Y-yes, Miss Fimp."
She sat in the chair and Miss Fimp said "Would you please reach behind you, and show me how far your arm will extend."
Anna began to cry.
"Anna, you're not doing what I asked you to do."
"This isn't necessary, Miss Fimp. You know I did it. You know I'm not going to deny it."
Almira Fimp got a surprised, confused look on her face.
"Did what? Whatever are you talking about, child?"
Anna jumped out of her chair and looked behind the radiator that was right next to her seat.
"That!" she said, pointing behind it.
Almira Fimp had the gloating smile of a victor on her face. "I see. You admit that you were responsible for this awful waste, then."
Anna was crying now, her entire body shaking with sobs that sprang from a deep-seated fear inside her.
"Yes ... yes ... of course I did. You know I did. Why are you playing this game? Why?"
"Game ... you dare to challenge me? You dare to question anything that I do?"
She walked to the radiator, looked behind it, and saw there a large chunk of white fish steaks.
"You threw good food behind the radiator, while other children are starving in the world, is that right?"
Anna was crying even harder now.
"I said I'm sorry, Miss Fimp. I said I was sorry. But I can't eat it. I'm sorry. I just can't eat it. I hate it. It makes me gag. I makes me want to throw up. I just can't. And when I get it back cold like that, it's even worse."
"Child. You miss my point altogether."
"I-I'm sorry ... I don't mean to."
"You wasted good food. This was paid for by generous donations from our benefactors, and you simply wasted it. I'm shocked. I'm scandalized. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I am. Truly I am, Miss Fimp. I don't know what came over me."
"I do. You're an ungrateful child and you need to be taught a lesson. Pick it up."
"Yes Ma'am."
Still crying, and trembling, Anna reached behind the hot radiator and tried to pick up the piece of fish.
It was covered with dust and dirt, and the hot metal from the radiator burnt her wrists badly.
"Ow! That hurts."
"Oh ... now, isn't that just too bad?"
"I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to do it, Miss Fimp."
"Well, Anna, you must realize that we cannot tolerate waste. In any form. It simply cannot be allowed to happen. So, of course, this will have to be dealt with. You're going to have to be punished. But your punishment will be for the act of waste itself ... it's the thought and the desire to waste for which you shall be punished. Fortunate are you, and fortunate is the orphanage that we were able to prevent the actual waste from taking place."
"Ma'am?"
"Your fish, Anna ... it's for you. It was meant for you, and you're going to have to eat it."
Anna looked down at the dirty, dust covered piece of putrid looking white meat, and began to cry again.
"No," she finally said, "I won't. I can't."
"You misunderstand me, Anna. I'm not giving you a choice in this matter. You will eat that meat."
"No ... " said Anna, still a little uncertain about her course of action, but finding the determination to go on.
Almira Fimp heard that determination, and to her, it was nothing more than a defiant challenge to her authority. Of course, there was only one way to deal with that.
"Anna, you're going to be a very sorry little girl before this night is out. I'm going to personally see to that. But first, I'm going to promise you this. You will eat that fish.'
Finding more determination, Anna said, "No ... I won't. And you can't make me."
"Really? Well, that's very interesting, because, you see, I happen to hold a different perception of the situation. You are a ward of this orphanage. As such you are without rights, except as they come from the orphanage. If you continue to pretend that you can flaunt our authority, you're going to find a very forceful demonstration of exactly how wrong you are. Now eat that fish."
"You eat it," said the plucky redhead. She quickly threw the fish right at Almira Fimp, catching her full in the face.
Miss Fimp screamed, "Oh! You little brat! Oh, you'll regret that," and as she spoke, she lunged for Anna.
The young girl almost was able to dodge her, but Almira's hand snagged her robe at the collar, and as she jerked hard against it, the material tore right down the seam that ran the length of the garment.
The material fell open, and the girl's pajamas appeared beneath.
"Come here," snarled Miss Fimp, tightening her hold on Anna. The two of them began to struggle hard for some form of control, and the girl's strength and rage shocked Miss Fimp, who found that she was having to struggle just as hard as she could to gain any kind of advantage over the young orphan.
The fell to the floor, a mass of intertwined arms and legs, both of them struggling hard now for the upper hand.
Anna was surprised as well by her own strength. She knew that she'd been growing up, but this was something that she'd never expected, that she'd be able to take on Almira Fimp in a fight.
Of course, there was always the nasty complication that the woman did hold ultimate authority over her, but at least she'd be able to get a blow or two in before the final hammer fell.
They were gasping for breath now, and Anna could sense that Almira was getting more and more enraged by the girl's resistance, and particularly by the fact that she was able to do it so successfully.
Almira reached behind her and picked up a large chunk of the fish from off the floor where it had fallen and began to stuff it into Anna's mouth.
The taste of cold, heavily oiled fish is possibly one of the most disgusting that can be imagined ... or produced.
Anna smelled it and immediately started to gag, but then, when Almira started to stuff it into her mouth, the gag reflex threatened to turn serious.
She could smell the putrid meat, she could taste it on her lips, and as she looked up at the woman's eyes, she could see that the lady was totally determined to do this awful thing.
Almira had her legs wrapped around Anna's body, pinning her, and with her hands, she began to pry the girl's jaws opened. She wasn't able to get them very far apart, but she didn't need to. She managed to stuff some of the fish into Anna's mouth, and the girl instantly spat it back out, right in Miss Fimp's face. Something triggered in Anna then, something that filled her so full of rage that she couldn't control herself.
She began to fight, to struggle, to work her hands free and to begin pummeling the woman with them. After all, she was much younger, and as she was well into adolescence (her exact age was unknown to the administration) her strength was considerable. Much more than Almira Fimp had apparently given her credit for having.
She began to kick as well as fight, and succeeded in knocking the rest of the meat out of the woman's hand.
"You little bitch," said Almira, her voice low with anger now.
"You leave me alone," said Anna. "I don't have to put up with this. You treat all the girls this way, and it's disgusting, and I think it's time you stopped. You don't own us. You just get your kicks out of hurting people."
"Oh ... so you're going to tell me what I like to do, is that it?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you, you disgusting creature."
Suddenly, Anna landed a solid blow with her foot right between Almira's legs.
The woman cried out, loudly, and Anna could hear the pain in her voice and knew that she'd scored a direct hit.
Then she started to go for the woman's eyes.
Her fingernails were fairly long, and she had no doubts that she could do some serious damage if she was able to get to them, but the woman was quite strong herself, and once it became clear that Anna was a formidable opponent, Almira had turned herself up to full steam and now the two females were locked in a death grip with each other, rolling around on the floor, literally fighting to the death.
In the course of the struggle, Anna's pajamas, of course, began to come off, and soon Almira could feel those firm young budding breasts pressing against her arm, her hand, her cheek....
Oh, they felt so good, so deliciously good ... she wanted to hold them, to squeeze them....
How old could this girl be? With fine breasts like that, she surely must be easily sixteen ... yet her records had estimated her at only thirteen ... but that would have to be changed, thought Almira to herself ... she was far too advanced in her physical development.
Almira suddenly realized that she'd been allowing herself to become preoccupied with the girl's body ... and her lust for the same, and so, she wasn't expecting it when Anna landed another blow to her crotch ... this time, with her hands, reaching up beneath her skirt and slipping beneath the elastic band of her panties and grabbing a fistful of her pubic hair and pulling just as hard as she could.
"Ow!! " cried Miss Fimp. "Stop that, you bitch. You worthless little brat!! ! I'm going to break you for that."
This was something new to Almira. Never before had anyone ever fought back like this. They all simply submitted ... passively, not liking it ... but not complaining ... and certainly never to utter a public comment about what when on. Perhaps they would talk among themselves, but that was of no interest to Almira. If anything it enhanced her image as an authority figure....
This was something that had never happened before....
A child fighting back. Why, the implications were staggering ... to say nothing of frightening.
Whatever would happen if all the girls developed a habit like this? Or ... horrors, if the boys on the other side of the property got wind of this and became even more rebellious than they already were ... no, that could not be allowed to happen. This little bitch was going to have to be taught a lesson, and fast.
But first, there was this Godawful pain in her cunt lips to deal with, from what felt like her pubic hair all being ripped out by the roots.
"Stop it!! ! Stop it!! " she shrieked.
"Fuck you, bitch," said Anna. "I don't have to put up with your shit. If you're going to play dirty with me, I'm going to play just as dirty with you."
She jerked harder on the woman's cunt, and she felt Miss Fimp's body shudder from the pain. It gave her a great feeling of satisfaction.
But the woman proved too strong for her, and slowly managed to break her grip. But in the course of their struggle, her clothing became quite disheveled, and her panties literally worked their way down her legs, and somehow managed to wind up on the floor.
Anna's pajamas-likewise were becoming quite badly disarranged, and now, she felt not only her breasts touching against Almira's body, but her buttocks and her hips ... and her thighs....
She was almost totally naked.
Miss Fimp's skirt was raised above her waist, and suddenly, she could feel their two pussies rubbing against each other.
Almira started to snarl again (that seemed to be the one thing that she consistently did best) and they renewed their struggle with more intensity then even before.
Slowly their legs interlocked.
Without realizing it, or without trying to accomplish it, Anna had managed to lock her legs into Almira's so that each naked slit was approaching the other....
Legs overlapping, Anna's feet moving up towards Almira's head, cunts in direct contact now, they began to feel a rising heat within their bodies, something that went beyond even the heat from their fight.
They were enraged, and at the same time, their cunts were enflamed. A continuing increase in passion, fueled now by any emotion at all, no matter what.
Almira felt the girl's wet cunt flesh pressing against her own, felt her own clit starting to swell and stiffen, felt herself growing more and more aroused, more and more heated, felt her juices starting to flow with an increased fury now, oozing thick as syrup through the parted lips of her cunt....
She pressed harder and she could feel the girl's body, in spite of herself, press back, responding, reacting, growing more and more aroused from the fury and passion of their encounter.
"You love it, don't you, you little slut," asked Almira.
"Leave ... me ... alone ... " Anna gasped, straining as hard as she could against the grip of the woman's legs. It was to no avail.
"You're never going to escape me, no matter what you do, and you might as well accept it, do you hear? You're here, and you're in my power and control, and nothing you do will change that."
Anna writhed in the grip of the woman's legs and arms, but everything she did served only to increase the pressure against her cunt, the pressure of Almira Fimp's pussy split and open, pressing down on her own.
"No ... no ... no ... " she started to gasp, reaching with her hands at the woman's head, grabbing a hunk of hair and pulling on it as hard as she could.
"Leave me alone ... leave me alone," she cried. She pulled as hard as she could but nothing would slacken the woman's grip.
Suddenly, Almira was able to pull one of her arms free and she jammed it up against the girl's face.
Anna felt the woman's fingers pressing against her cheeks, pressing into her mouth, into her eyes ... there was a finger between her teeth now, and she bit down on it ... hard.
Almira screamed, loudly, and her body jerked.
The pressure of her cunt against Anna's increased dramatically, squashing her pelvic bones up against Anna's clit.
Anna felt a blast of sensation ripping through her body, welling up from within the depths of her cunt, sending an electric charge coursing all through her nerves, shooting sharp tingles of sensation to the very tips of each nerve ending, shattering a blast through all the neurons in her brain.
She began to come, in spite of herself, perhaps, in some strange way, even because of the rage and revulsion she was feeling toward the woman. The increase in her response was due not to any particularly erotic sensation, but simply from the overwhelming wealth of sensation, all of it surging through her at once.
Almira began to feel the heat from Anna's body, and it became infectous. She started to rub her pussy up and down over the girl, back and forth, rubbing her cunt against Anna's, spreading both their juices over their lips, and spreading it through their thick mats of pubic hair....
Suddenly Anna's body went rigid, her muscles all tensed up, and she started to moan, a continual sound, unbroken, building in intensity with each passing second.
"Oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she started to cry over and over, seeming to be unable to control what her voice was saying, and what her body was doing. Again and again, spasms ripped through her muscles, sending blinding currents of electric sensation tearing all through the tissues and membranes of her cunt, sending a rippling current of tingles up and down her spine, causing a rash of goose-bumps to break out over the surface of her skin, causing her nipples to go hard and rigid, and forcing her to forget, even for just a second, that she was sickened by the woman, that the feelings blasting through her brain were alien, were not something that she wanted to be feeling, were something she wanted desperately to gain control of....
And for that moment, she embraced the cruel woman, wrapped her arms around her, pressed her cunt hard against the woman's crotch, felt her clit pressing against the woman's flesh, felt her thick patch of pubic hair scratching and scraping over her clit, felt her juices rising in heat and quantity, and at last, she felt herself coming, again and again....
Wave after wave of it, rolling over her like a steam press ... flattening her, draining her of all energy, sending her mind out into the stratosphere, sending her brain blasting through the back of her skull ... out into space, where it's probably somewhere past Venus by now....
She lost all sense of who she was, of what was happening to her, she lost control of her body, and indeed, for a brief instant, actually felt as if she was floating in space above herself, as if she could look down on the demented scene, and somehow see it as perfect ... beautiful ... right....
And then, they were still.
She felt the blood pound in her veins, felt her heat thumping over and over in her breast....
She was dizzy, she was exhausted, she was totally limp and coated wjth a cooling layer of sweat.
And slowly, as her senses returned ... as she slowly regain her composure, as she steadily returned to the rational world, she began to feel a greater and greater sense of floating....
She felt the woman's body against hers and it began to feel scaly ... leathery ... like the cold surface of some alien reptile, unable to feel the faintest warmth of human emotions ... and she began to perceive the scene for what it truly was ... a cold-blooded, reptilian rape ... she'd been used, she'd been the instrument by which a perverted sick mind had enabled itself to gain some form of degenerate release.
And it made her feel dirty, feel as though she'd cheapened herself hopelessly, irreparably.
She suddenly let out a loud scream.
Almira Fimp quickly clamped her hand over the girl's mouth, jammed it over her tightly, trying to keep her silent.
"You stupid fool, you're going to regret that. Trying to make me look bad, are you?"
Almira was quickly on her feet and had gathered Anna's clothes in her hands. She tossed them to the girl.
"Here," she said, coldly, "put these on. I'm sick of your naked body. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Anna was shaking , both from fear and from rage ... with a healthy touch of total confusion thrown in. What had just happened to her? And how, when it was so terrible, had she even for a moment found it to be enjoyable? It was incomprehensible ... and it was frightening. Did that mean that down, deep, beneath the surface, she was no better than the sick woman responsible? It was a frightening thought, one that she couldn't hope to come to terms with ... particularly not in the state of shock which that assault had left her in.
She stepped into her pajamas again, and tried unsuccessfully to resnap them, but with her fingers shaking as badly as they were, there was no way that she could.
Almira watched, gloating, and then the woman rearranged her clothing, and said, "I hope you let that be a lesson to you, little girl. Don't ever try to get away something so hideous again. Waste is a terrible thing, and if you are forced to go without food for a day or two, you might begin to appreciate that.
Anna refused to look at the woman. Almira waited a moment for her to respond, and when the girl kept her eyes cast to the floor, she reached out and grabbed Anna by her chin.
She jerked her head upwards, forcing her to look at her face.
, Anna still averted her eyes, and Almira slapped her across the cheek. Hard.
"You look at me when I'm talking to you, do you hear?"
Anna kept her eyes to the side.
"I said look at me," Almira said, her voice approaching hysteria."
Still Anna refused.
Almira slapped her again, and again, and again, and still Anna refused to look her in the eyes.
Almira, already well past the point of being able to control either her lust or her mindless urges, now went completely berserk, and began to slap and hit the hapless girl wherever she could land a blow.
Anna felt the woman's rage as she pummeled her with her fists, striking her face and her back, her neck, her breasts ... every where across her body.
Anna remained silent.
I will not cry out, she thought to herself ... I will not cry out. I will not make a sound.
Her stoicism simply increased Almira's rage, and she increased the force of her blows, trying to force a reaction of some sort out of the girl ... trying hard as she could to break her ... trying to establish her control over her.
Through the haze of her pain, Anna somehow understood this, at least at some subconscious level where words and logic were not only unnecessary, they simply couldn't function.
She realized that every second of silence, every second of cold endurance was a small triumph, a battle won, and as they added up, and as the woman grew more and more frenzied, she sensed that a major victory was within her grasp. For what else did a woman like Almira Fimp have, if not a physical power, an ability to intimidate ... to control, to frighten....
Take that away and she would be forced to rely on her own personal attributes, which were, of course, nil. And she understood that. Anna knew it ... could sense it ... could tell that the woman was running not only out of strength and stamina, but that she was running out of options as well ... she had no where left to turn, once she failed to break Anna with her fists.
Anna drew strength from that knowledge, from the awareness that she had an ability to stand up to the woman ... that she could resist ... that she could retain some minor degree of personal integrity.
Almira's eyes were slowly losing their ability to remain focused on any one object. They began to trace separate and unrelated paths through the room. She started to swing with a much more reckless and careless approach, and finally, she began missing Anna altogether, although those blows that she did manage to land were extremely painful.
But then, Anna heard footsteps, heard voices, felt the presence of others in the room, heard sounds of struggle, heard Almira's voice crying "NO, no, no, no, leave me alone, don't you see, she wants it, she was asking for it, I'm just doing my job ... no, no, no," and she felt herself once again floating ... this time on a bed of pain, none of which she'd asked for ... but which nonetheless was all too real....
And as her world started to go black and she felt supporting hands touching her and holding her, and strained to make out the soothing voices that came to her through the fog of her pain, she sensed that she'd won ... if only she could figure out specifically what her victory had netted for her.
And then, she collapsed. And her world winked out.