Chapter 8
"Oh God," Anna moaned. "I don't know how to...."
"Shh!" soothed Rose. "I'll make you feel wonderful."
"You already are making me feel wonderful. I've never felt so wonderful in my life."
"Good. Now, you just lie there, and I'll take care of you. You won't have to do anything. I'll take care of you real fine, my little lady, and you won't have a thing to worry about. Rose is your personal maid, and we're going to get along real good."
She gently pulled Anna up from the bath, helped her out, and softly dried her off.
Once, Anna made a move to take the towel from Rose's hands, but the maid indignantly snatched it back.
"Now ... we'll have none of that. You're a lady here ... you're supposed to simply stand there, and let the servant take care of you. I can see we're going to have a lot of teaching to do."
"Well ... Leapin' Lizards. I don't know how to just stand there and let someone take care of me. I've never done it before!"
"I'll bet that if you just try, you'll find it's a lot easier than you would have thought."
"But...."
"No buts ... " said Rose, pulling the soft towel through Anna's pussy. Anna felt the tingling sensations rippling all through her body, felt them shuddering through her muscles....
"Oh, Rose ... the way that you touch me ... it's really amazing."
"I know. I've had a lot of training ... do tell me that you like what I do to you. Please ... tell me that you like what I do to you."
"Well golly, Rose, isn't it obvious?"
"I suppose so. But I'm feeling as strange as you are, I think. This is the first time I've ever been assigned to one person, all by myself."
She finished drying the young orphan off and taking her hand, gently led her back to the bed.
"Now ... you lie down there, and I'm going to show you what I mean."
"Okay. If you insist."
She lay across the soft quilted down covers, on her stomach, spreading her legs, and Rose leaned over the bed after her, climbing aboard.
Anna watched in fascination as Rose lowered her head, closer, closer, closer, closer....
Gus had done that, hadn't he. Sure ... but this was different. This was a" sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life.
It was like a hot blast of white light, white heat, white electricity, surging through her entire body at once.
"Ohhhhhh!! " she cried out, arching her back abruptly. She felt the world start to spin.
"Oh, so you like that, do you?"
"You already knew that I would," Anna said, regaining her thoughts.
"Sure ... but it's always nice to see a reaction, to know that it's working.
"Believe me, Rose, it's working ... oh God ... do it again ... please...."
She lowered her head again, letting her tongue touch the outer lips of Anna's pussy, letting the soft wet tip lick slowly over the moist pink flesh between the girl's parted legs.
Anna was already moaning loudly. She felt a quickening in her heart.
She could feel blood pounding through her veins, through her whole body, sounding in her ears and throbbing in her breast like a mammoth bass drum.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she began to moan over and over, unable to say anything else now, unable to think, unable to do anything past the simple experiencing of the sensations rippling off of the tip of Rose's tongue ... that delicious, wonderful, devastating tongue....
"More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more," Anna begged at one point.
"My, aren't we the demanding sort ... I'm amazed. I truly am. A minute ago, you were telling me that you didn't want me to serve you ... now you're begging for more."
"Oh ... I know ... I'm terrible ... but I can't help it. It feels so good ... and it's been such a long time since I felt good."
"There, there, child, you take it easy now ... you're going to be fine. Rose promises it."
So saying, she slipped her arms underneath Anna's legs, positioning them directly behind the girl's knee-caps.
She began to raise Anna up ... she bent the girl's legs, pressing them up off of the bed and pushing them back toward Anna's head.
This opened the girl's pussy like it was a new flower, and as those dewy petals unfolded, she felt her back curving upwards.
Rose lowered her head, extended her tongue and licked across the length of the girl's wet slit.
Electric depth charges went off all through Anna's abdomen.
Rose licked up through her slit a second time.
Again, the girl felt as if her body was coming apart.
A third time, still keeping her tongue in a position to simply glide along the surface, she licked her way up through the girl's cunt.
Anna was starting to feel herself lose her grip on reality.
The sensations between her legs were becoming the most significant thing in her life., the only thing, in fact, that she was able to concentrate on.
The orphanage ... Gus, Miss Fimp, Sinbad, the Cobra ... all of them vanished behind a curtain of passion that Rose was lowering with a fierce determination.
She was making her strokes along the length of Anna's slit shorter now, but at the same time she was moving deeper into the girl's cunt.
Anna could feel her inside, between her lips, tickling around the edges of the rim of her cunt hole, pressing on through, moving up just a little to play at the bottom edge of her stiff clitoris.
She felt Rose's tongue moving further on ... she felt the girl moving up her pussy slit, focusing almost completely now on her stiffened, engorged clit.
It was like having a feather tickling her, so light was the maid's touch.
"Oh. yes, oh yes," Anna moaned, rolling her body as much as she was able in the position in which Rose had her, but it wasn't necessary. Rose had no intentions of teasing the girl. She was simply going to drive her to the ultimate peak of her arousal, and then, keep her there ... until at last, the girl's own body took control, claiming the orgasm it so craved and desired.
She pulled the muscle of her tongue into as tight a knot as she could, and pressing the tip right onto Anna's clit, she began to slowly move her head from side to side, still keeping the pressure very light, moving her tongue almost as if it was a stylus, and she was tracing a pattern of lust over the girl's enflamed membranes.
She now began to move faster, faster ... a little faster....
She was keeping the tip of her tongue right against Anna's clit, and the girl was slowly, but steadily, going out of her mind.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... " she moaned. "I can't get enough. More ... oh, don't stop ... please, don't stop. I can't get enough. I really can't get enough. I'm going out of my mind ... I'm going crazy ... I ... I ... I ... " and then, she was blasted by the first wave of her arousal, not a full orgasm, but perhaps the first tremors of one.
She sucked in her breath in a single vicious gasp as all her muscles went totally stiff.
She threw her head back and for a moment, she felt a vast space opening up beneath her ... felt the first sensations of falling ... of tumbling down, down, down into an empty cove....
But it was illusion, and Rose, sensing how close the girl was, pulled her tongue back. Not yet, she said to herself. Not yet. Not yet....
"This is all your fault," said the Cobra to Sinbad.
"Please, you worthless turd, would you kindly refrain from attempting to assign blame. You, I might point out, were aligned with me ... we were paired together, and if you want to know the truth, it was you who was holding me back.
"You overgrown mutant ... tell me, what reactor were you born next to?"
"Silence, worm, or you shall see how closely you resemble a toothpick."
"What! Indeed. You'd be taking on much more than you could handle, if you ever once tried-"
The light over the door went on.
The two of them fell silent. They exchanged glances. Then, both of them swallowing, the extended hands, shook, rose, and walked through the door.
At first glance, the opulent office appeared empty.
There was a large globe along one wall ... the land masses stood out in relief, with all the major ocean currents outlined, and an up to the minute topographic outline, including whatever political developments might be affecting the world at that moment.
A handsome library lined the other wall. Thick draperies, pulled, allowed no light from the outside world. There was a massive desk, cluttered with papers, but not chaotic. One got the impression that the owner would be able to locate anything within a matter of seconds.
There was a series of various electronic implements tucked neatly into the shelves.
Both men knew that behind that wall, the nerve center of Oliver Warcrimes' empire was located. The man could be in contact with any point in the world, in a matter of minutes, from this very room. From the banks of computer chips that were assembled next door, he could call up fully detailed reports on virtually any subject whatsoever, all of the information perfectly tabulated and footnoted....
Oliver Warcrimes paid more money to make certain that his data banks were up to date each year than General Motors, IBM and ATT earned, combined.
It was the whereabouts of that man that now concerned the Cobra and Sinbad. The best guess was that he was seated in his chair, the back of which faced them, that he would begin speaking to them, and then, slowly, rotate the chair around to show them his displeasure.
They were wrong.
Suddenly, both men were coated with a dose of ice water.
"WHA--! " shouted the Cobra.
Sinbad, knowing better, simply turned around, and saw, perched atop a ladder over them, the wickedly grinning countenance of Oliver Warcrimes, empty bucket in hand.
"GOTTCHA!! " he shouted, triumphantly.
Cobra simply fumed, but Sinbad, knowing his employer's strange quirks, merely smiled and allowed "Yes sir, it would appear that you did. The joke's on us, I believe the saying goes."
Oliver Warcrimes hopped down from the ladder, his tuxedo which he always seemed to wear (Did a man of his wealth own no other clothes, wondered Sinbad) and grinned at them some more. With his perfectly bald pate, he looked to Sinbad like a crazed skull.
"You two have disappointed me. I thought to myself, how can I best show them my displeasure? I first considered that you were no longer of any use to me, and that perhaps I could use you to determine the endurance of the human brain when subjected to my kneW high-frequency laser beam. HA! You wouldn't have liked that too fucking much would you, you overgrown ape?"
"No sir, I have to say I would find it most unpleasant."
"Damn fucking straight you would. But then, I thought to myself, Nah! Why waste so much time on them?"
The cobra began to scratch.
"They fucked up, but they're insignificant, right? So, I said, I'll just embarrass them. Play a little joke on them, eh?"
He nudged the giant in the ribs.
Tire cobra was scratching more furiously now.
And as if the condition was infectious, Sinbad now began to scratch, first on his chest, then, on his back, and then, more intensely, all over his body. The Cobra began to make whining noises....
Oliver Warcrimes watched, in amusement.
"Yes, gentlemen, you have truly disappointed me. That little girl almost died due to your neglect. I wish that wasn't the case, but alas, it is. I cannot tolerate failure of such a magnitude. I removed Almira Fimp, my personal operative, when she crossed the line and was no longer capable of functioning properly ... and now, I'm afraid I must remove you. Because you see, that little girl is no orphan. She's my daughter. And now, after looking after her for all these years, you two fools nearly lost her."
Sinbad and the Cobra were on the floor now, rolling around, rubbing themselves all over. They were whimpering, crying, moaning and groaning.
"That wasn't water that I poured on you. It was a slow acting acid. There is, I'm afraid, no antidote. It will dissolve you in approximately a half hour. Good day, gentlemen, and good luck."
And with that, he turned, opened the door and left, singing the lyrics to a mindless song he'd heard in a club recently ... "It's a new day ... Tomorrow...."
"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!! ! " Anna screamed. "More, more, more, more ... more...."
She was in the middle of her tenth or fifteenth or God know which orgasm ... one after the other, piling up on her like a traffic jam on a busy street....
She couldn't stop ... there was nothing left for her to do but to completely give herself over to the experience and let the sensations run their course.
She was dizzy, she was exhausted ... there was 't anything she could do to stop it, and even though she was convinced that she couldn't take any more, she never wanted the sensations to stop ... she couldn't stand the thought that they would stop ... she wanted to feel her body doing this very thing for the rest of her life ... and if that life should end in the next few minutes ... she would feel as though she'd already led a full and rewarding life ... simply from feeling this.
"Oh, it's wonderful ... it's so good ... I can't stand it ... don't stop ... please don't stop.
Rose had no intentions of stopping. It was the most amazing thing, she thought to herself, the way the girl's body was responding ... so wet, so utterly yielding....
She hadn't really expected it. But there was no doubt that she was going to be one of the most sensual ladies that Rose had ever sunk her tongue into.
She let the tip move up, down, up and down, down and up, back and forth....
It took virtually nothing to draw more reactions out of the girl ... she was starting to move into a spontaneous kind of coming ... one that required almost nothing beyond the fact that she was already coming, to maintain herself in the midst of an orgasm.
She was rolling her body around, screaming, grasping her hands onto Rose's head, burying her fingers in the girl's hair ... she screamed louder and louder with each flick of the girl's tongue.
"Oh yes, Rose ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes...."
She slammed her hips up into the maid's face, and she pressed them as hard as she could.
Rose responded by letting her tongue slither back through those parted lips, letting the tip move right through her hole, letting it slide up and down, always, however, returning to the source, the fount of her feeling, that tiny bud of engorged tissue, that packed point of nerve endings, her madly swollen clit.
She always returned, as if her tongue was on a leash and could stray only so far, before it was tightly yanked back to where it belonged.
She touched the tip now to Anna's clit yet another time, and she felt the girl's body writhe anew.
She touched it again, she pressed a little harder, and she watched Anna's face once more become transformed.
She was driving the girl deep into madness.
She was forcing the girl to go totally crazy ... she was driving the girl harder and harder and harder ... and there seemed to be no upward limits on how intense her reaction could grow.
Nor did she seem able to exhaust her ability to come.
It was, in fact, starting to wear her jaw out....
She was getting tired, and her. tongue, in particular, was getting numb, and soon, she feared she wouldn't be able to use it at all.
But the girl was insistent.
"Don't stop," she screamed, as soon as Rose slacked off on the movements over her clit.
"Please, missy, let's rest a moment...."
"NOOOO!! DON'T STOP!! ! "
Rose sighed. My God, she thought, I've created me a monster. Mr. Warcrimes told me to comfort her and soothe her, but this is ridiculous.
But, she dove back to her task, letting her tongue once more tighten itself into a thick, cord-like form, and as she pressed it against Anna's clit, she thought to herself, here we go again. And indeed, the girl began to come once more.
Oliver Warcrimes opened the door to the bedroom in the guest cottage, and stared a moment in shock and disbelief.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!! ! ? " hhe thundered.
Rose shrieked and fell off of the bed.
Anna quickly clamped her legs together and flung her arm over her breasts....
She stared up into the face of one of the strangest looking men that she'd ever seen. He didn't have any hair. None.
"Leapin' Lizards!" she said. "You must be Mr. Warcrimes."
He scowled. "Daddy, to you. Is that understood. I'm daddy. None of this 'sir' shit."
Then he turned to Rose who was standing at attention, her naked breasts trembling from fright.
"What is going on here?"
"I'm ... well ... I'm ... I mean, sir ... well ... she was feeling depressed ... and you told me that I was going to be her personal maid, and that I was to make her feel good."
He frowned.
"Hmmmmmmm ... so I did. Yes ... so I did. Well, what can I say ... I'm not going to fault you for taking personal initiative in the field. That's what makes America great ... we're not centralized like those stupid Commies. As a matter-of-fact," he said, starting to rub his crotch as he stared at the girl's naked body, why don't you continue. I think I'd like to watch you in action."