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Leak - 3
by Nasty Pierre (no address provided)
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A tender story of woe, set in a fictitious mansion, of
unbelievable size, in the fictitious mountains of South
Carolina. The wealthiest man on earth, and what happens
to his young daughter at the hands of a wicked aunt, a
long time member of the secret sorority of: Pi Loda Cum.
(Ff, nc, ped, exh, bd)
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Chapter 3: Thelma Rottenbutski
Like all 'Paines', Reele's aunt Thelma was provided a
magnificent penthouse somewhere in the upper levels of
the manor. It wasn't the very top, because she was an
adopted family member and the youngest Paines. But in
Mr. Badd's eyes, she'd always been as important as Bigg.
She's a crude swinish woman, who looked like a street
fighter and back alley brawler, yet came on like a sweet
old lady, everyone's favorite grandmother. Reele feared,
more than hated her. She appeared to be in her late
fifties, but Reele knew she was older. She kept the last
name of her late husband just to irk the other Paines'.
Reele sent for Laura once Thelma arrived.
Thelma's an intimidating woman at six feet tall, with
broad shoulders. A heavily stocked matron with a big
mouth, rough worried features and mildly callous hands.
Her general roughness is in sharp contrast to her lush
black hair, which she wore brushed back and piled neatly
in a tight bun atop her head. She was an eccentric,
dressed in a gray English tweed suit, snug and sharp as
a tack. It was clean and crisp, and as severe as her
expressions and tone.
Everything about her bothered Reele but he stuck to the
business at hand. Auntie Thelma knew what it was she was
being offered and controlled her temper because of it.
Laura was her brother's, the late Bigg Paines, luscious
granddaughter, the one everyone was talking about.
Thelma had been adopted by Bigg's father, the powerful
Mr. Badd Paines a year before Paines Manor was erected.
Thelma had hated Bigg and saw this a fitting finale to
their sibling rivalry. Laura was the Manor's precious
princess and would fit in nicely with her plans. Thelma
was short with her frightened nephew, explicit and very
loud. Before Laura arrived, she'd cowed the poor man,
who wanted nothing to do with the woman to begin with.
Laura balked as she entered her father's study to meet
her great aunt and future governess. She was dumbfounded
by such a frightfully garish woman whose appearance
commanded attention. Thelma's eyes exploded with
flashes, not unlike those produced by camera bulbs
ignited by eager photographers. They nearly popped from
their sockets and her heart began beating faster and
harder than ever before. When she saw Laura, she saw her
'Blue Ribbon' and realized her prayers had been
answered.
Like an asp with an apple, she approached the trembling
teenager seductively, with a keen sense of the girl's
unease. She was sly, evil, pure serpentine. She smiled
broadly and began talking to Laura as a kindly mother
might, with an even, quiet tone. She asked generic
questions, touching on subjects she couldn't have cared
less about, education, hobbies and such, calming fears
and affording the child an extremely false sense of
security.
In moments things were progressing to Thelma's
satisfaction, and Laura was lulled back to her world of
fantasy. The teen sensed neither the unmitigated guile,
nor the dangers lurking behind the woman's forced
sweetness. Laura's fears were brushed aside by Thelma's
manipulations of innocence. Laura found herself quite
taken by the glib silver-tongued woman and almost at
ease. Like a timid mouse after a bit of peanut butter,
she cautiously stepped up to a well-placed trap, unaware
of its nature.
From some distant place only Reele could hear, the
starting gun went off and someone yelled, “place your
bets please.” So eagerly blinded by selfish desires was
Mr. Paines, he didn't take notice of Thelma's twin sons
standing in the shadows. Actually he wished not to,
because the less he had to do with his aunt the better.
The boys were off to the side waiting quietly, but
alert. These two rouges were genuine imps if there ever
were, demons who'd slipped under the walls of Hades. Yet
they followed an almost abnormal obedience, a military
style regime, when around their mother, or whenever she
so much as looked in their direction. One wouldn't say
they behaved so out of fear, but rather out of an
unusual eagerness and pride.
Laura's extremely graceful beauty and breath-taking
attributes were not wasted on these two. Like a couple
starving vultures sitting in wait on the crooked limb of
a nearby tree, they watched their prey's every movement.
They studied her every breath, every blink, every
nervous twitch, in wide-eyed salivating enthusiasm.
They waited for a peek at something, anything, hoping to
simply catch the girl's glance, as their hands busied
themselves on what appeared to be thick Genoa salamis
stuffed down their pants. Standing behind them was
another extremely interesting creature Mr. Paines chose
to also ignore, Fifi.
Fifi stood behind the boys, silent, poised and bald.
She's thirty years of age, blind and mute, almost five
foot tall, pleasingly plump and very playful looking.
She has a round sullen face, thick pouty lips and an
olive brown complexion. She wore a well starched maid's
uniform. It was snow white and trimmed with yards of
lace, obviously tailored to her body, leaving her
voluptuous form well-accented.
One couldn't help noticing, while admiring the utter
size of her breasts, their weight dragging them down to
below her waist. Each nipple strained to push through
the milk-soaked satin material, which molded to each
mammary like a tight rubber glove. She also wore a pair
of dainty white laced gloves that came to her wrists, a
wide lacy neck collar and a pair of outrageously steep
white high heeled pumps, sans nylons or undergarments.
Her nose was pierced and threaded with a small silver
ring. Thelma had met and befriended the woman about
seven years earlier, helping her escape an abusive deaf
mother.
It's not hard to feel sorry for the late Mr. Bigg Paines
granddaughter. But like good Christians slaughtering
American natives, rounding up slaves, or flocking to
enjoy a good old fashioned hanging... Or like Puritans
who enjoy watching people stripped naked, jabbed with
pitch forks and burned alive while tied to a stake... Or
like newspapers and television reports that thrive on
depravity, lies and injustice for sustenance: feeling
sorry for anyone is just that... feeling sorry. Hey! Too
bad, tough luck, we're Americans and don't give a damn
about anyone until they're dead.
The excitement and thrills received from watching
another suffer are beyond human comprehension. It's an
unreachable itch caused by a genetic flaw in human DNA
that transcends all reason and all religionist precepts.
It pervades all politically correct systems and what
little value they possess, all nationalities, all men
and all women alike. So let's enjoy Laura's suffering,
shall we?
Reele was itching to escape, working his way to the
door, nodding in approval and agreeing to every demand
made by Thelma. By the time Reele had disappeared out of
the door, even poor Laura realized she had been given
away, passed off to this strange woman. She'd been
handed off like a piece of jewelry, a trinket or some
worthless curio, and saw no alternative.
As Reele made some last minute preparations, Thelma
Rottenbutski, her two boys, along with Fifi and a very
saddened Laura, strolled off to Laura's room. The ogling
crowd Laura had found following before were absent,
replaced with the less obvious, but more curious
peepers.
Laura didn't want to look at the boys, who already
revolted and embarrassed her. But in the elevator, as
the group descended, her childlike curiosity and the
boys' heckling caused her to steal a quick glance in
their direction. She turned her head in shame when she
found them lifting the skirt of the blind mute,
revealing the maid's nakedness. She listened to them
slap the big behind and wondered why Thelma did nothing.
After exiting the lift, Thelma found a room for her boys
and Fifi, just down the hall from Laura's. Much to
Laura's sadness, Thelma decided to occupy Betsey's old
room, which adjoined both hers and the boys'.
To be continued?
Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email
address so it will do the reader no good contacting the
archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later
time to see if there have been any updates to this story
by the author.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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