From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Orphan (ff, D/S, teen)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 16:15:33 GMT

			      The Orphan

	"Nikki you dirty little slut... get your ass down here NOW!"

	Nicola lay face down on her bed crying. One week with her new
foster parents had already taken its toll, and if it wasn't for the
bars on the windows, the distance from the town, and worse of all, the
agony she was suffering, she would have run away. But she'd been so
happy at the beginning...

	Mr. and Mrs. Jones had seemed so posh and polite when they
collected her from the home, with four children that would sort of be
her family. Mr. Jones was in his forties, a tall slim and dark man, who
(she was told) owned a large factory in Five Oaks. Mrs. Jones looked
wonderful. Like her daughters she had long honey-blonde hair, and
wide blue eyes, and Nicola had only seen women dressed as well on the
TV.

	Suzanna and Vicki were twins, thirteen years old, blonde and
beautiful. They each wore pretty lace dresses, lovely blue bows tying
their hair into pony-tails. All her life, Nicola had dreamed of
looking like them dressed like a princess, with her own home. Their
brother, Michael, was fifteen, and looked very handsome, in the same
dark way that had made the orphanage girls stare at Mr. Jones. Debbi
was the baby of the bunch, six years old and cute as a button. Nicola
had helped look after some of the youngest girls at the orphanage,
helping them with their school work, and she had been sure that she
would spend time playing with her.

	They had driven the thirty miles from the orphanage to their
huge house in Mr. Jones' warm Mercedes, and Nicola had felt so proud as
she waved goodbye to her friends.

	When Nicola walked into the house, Mr. and Mrs. Jones told her
to follow them into the study. They shut and locked the door behind
them.

	"We're sending you to a boarding school in Europe Nicola,"
said Mrs Jones. "Really?" asked the fourteen year old, excited. "No...
actually we just lied to the orphanage, so they wouldn't come checking
up on you... after all, do you really think we'd spend money on YOU?"
Both of them laughed, as Nicola looked at them, confused. Maybe she
hadn't understood properly, she reasoned.

	"Now go and stand at the window, Nicola," ordered Mrs. Jones.
Nicola knew better than to question her request, so stood, and looked
out at the surrounding snow-covered countryside.

	"Look at us Nicola!" Nicola turned and faced her new foster
parents, unhappy at the unpleasant tone they seemed to be using.

	"What do you think Charles?" asked Mrs. Jones.

	"She's pretty enough... I'd have guessed that the little slut
was younger, though I suppose fourteen isn't too old. What about her
clothes?"

	Nicola still wore the simple green gym-slip that was
regulation at the orphanage. Its knee length hem was frayed, and the
material faded from constant wear, and the young girl looked forward
to a nice cotton dress like her new step-sisters.

	"It's far too long... so's her hair," replied Mrs. Jones. She
took a pair of scissors from the table and approached the confused
teenager. As she pointed them towards Nicola's knees, Nicola stepped
back. "What are you doing?" she asked timidly. "Making you look
respectable young lady. And if I hear any more from you, without my
asking, you'll spend the rest of your time here without any clothes!"

	Tears came to Nicola's eyes, her dreams fast being shattered,
as she wished she could return to her friends. Why was she being
treated so horribly? Bowing her head, she stepped back towards her
foster-mother clasping her hands demurely behind her back. "I'm
sorry... " she whispered, not wishing to anger them further.

	Mrs. Jones moved behind her petite five foot body, and gently
took hold of the gym-slip's hem. She raised it to the middle of her
slim thighs. "Higher," ordered Mr. Jones. Another two inches, and
still the command was `Higher'. As she felt the hem brush against the
front of her tight little panties Mr. Jones called "That's fine. I can
see all of her pretty little legs, and her panties are just hidden."

	Mrs. Jones laughed. "Great! Well if I just draw a line here... "
She chalked a line horizontally across the green material, then
started cutting upwards from the hem with her sharp dress-makers
scissors. As the vertical split reached the line, she turned the
cutting through a right-angle, and started scissoring around the
dress.

	As the horizontal cut met its starting point, most of the
school-girl dress fell to the floor, Nicola gasping as her bare legs
were exposed. "Oh my... what a darling little bimbo you look," said
Mrs. Jones, admiring the embarrassed child. Opening the scissors
upwards she made two nine inch vertical slits in the abbreviated
skirt, one per hip, and told Nicola to walk across the room.

	With each sway of her slim little hips, the tiny skirt splits
flicked open, revealing the waist band of her panties, and a quick
glimpse of her cotton covered pussy or ass. Nicola moved her hands to
the hem to try and prevent the exposure, but there was really very
little to hold on to, and it just added to the gawky innocent
appearance of the girl.

	"Now, stand still while I cut your hair." Nicola had beautiful
long brown hair, plaited into two cute pigtails as was customary at
the orphanage. As she felt Mrs. Jones grasp one she pulled away put it
was too late... With a snip, she saw the fourteen inch length drop to
the floor, soon followed by the other. She'd relished her long brown
locks since she was a little kid, and now they were gone but for a
couple of inches on each side. When Mrs. Jones pointed her towards the
large mirror that filled one wall, Nicola saw herself in the mirror.
She looked messy and she looked slutty, and she felt so sad.

	"What have I done wrong?" Nikki asked, confused. "Why are you
being so nasty to me?"

	Mr. Jones stood up and walked towards her. "YOU UNGRATEFUL
LITTLE SLUT!" he roared. "WE LET YOU COME AND LIVE WITH US, WE PROMISE
TO FEED YOU AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS COMPLAIN!"

	His brow was furrowed in anger, his face red, and Nicola was
terrified. "Oh... Oh... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be ungrateful.
Really, I promise I didn't!"

	"It's too late for apologies little girl," said Mrs. Jones.
"You should think before you open that silly little mouth of yours. Mr
Jones is very angry with you, and unless you want to go back to the
home, you'll have to be punished."

	"Oh... oh, I am sorry... Punish me if that's what I deserve,"
Nicola replied meekly.

	Mr. Jones spoke again. "I need to decide what to do with her.
She can sleep in the dog-house and we'll decide in the morning."

	Taking the school-girl by the hand, Mrs. Jones took her out of
the room, and led her out to the large field that lay behind the
house. By the garage was a wooden kennel, covered in snow. Its door
consisted of iron bars, and after opening it, Mrs.  Jones roughly
pushed Nicola in, ignoring her whimpers, as the cold snow touched her
exposed legs. As she huddled inside shivering, Mrs.  Jones slipped a
plate of dog food under the metal bars, and smiled at her.

	"You'd better learn some manners little girl, or you won't
last long here!"

				* * *

	Suzanna climbed out of their beds and went to the window.
"Look Vicky... it's snowing!" she said, waking her twin sister. "Let's
go out and make a snowman!"

	The two platinum blonde twins stretched their lithe young
pubescent bodies, feeling invigorated by the bright winter morning's
sun. Its light penetrated the pretty baby-doll nighties that each
wore, revealing the silhouette of their thirteen year old torsos, and
they gazed at each other lovingly.

	"What does daddy want us to wear Suzanna?" asked the little
blonde, embracing her sister. Suzanna giggled as she felt Vicky's
tongue licking at her ear. "Are you feeling randy my dirty baby
sister?" "I'm not your baby sister, you horrible girl!" the teenage
nymphet replied. Vicky moved her hands behind her sister's back and
lifted the short nightie's hem, slipping her palm down the back of her
tight cotton panties.

	Vicky gently slid her middle finger down the cleft of
Suzanna's buttocks whilst moving her sweet pink lips to those of her
sisters. Both girls parted their lips and gently allowed their
tongues to contact, each enjoying the taste of sweet saliva. Vicky's
finger found the tight little hole of her sister's anus, and gently
pressed against it. "Ohh Vicky... you shouldn't do that... it's so
rude... but you can push harder... yes... please push harder"

	Suzanna felt her anus being opened and moved a hand down to
her waist. Taking the hem of each nightie in her fingers, she lifted
them up feeling the cool air brush her tummy, then the warmth as their
two bodies touched, their little nubbins making contact erect nipples
pressed close. As she held the hem of the cute baby-doll at her lips
she bit onto the material and moved her fingers to her sister's
breasts.

	Like her own, they were small enough to hold in a hand, and
she gently squeezed them feeling the tiny erect nipples against her
palm. Vicky had moved a second finger against her bottom and was
slowly pushing it in, alongside the first, her other hand now between
them and against the tight white panties each wore.

	"Do you think that Daddy could fit inside of my bottom?" Vicky
asked softly. "He'd have to push ever so hard, and make you bleed, but
yes, I think he could... I think he'd like to... " her sister replied
smiling. "Maybe you should give him your bottom as a Christmas
present! We could go and wake him up and be lovely to him... maybe
he'll let Nicola back in?"

	"Nicola's just silly... If she really loved Daddy like we do,
he wouldn't have to punish her. I don't think that Daddy wants her
anymore now so we shouldn't be too close to her."

	"Shall we go and see if she's all right? Maybe we could be a
little bit cruel to her as well?" Suzanna asked impishly. "Yes Suze,
let's do that... but you have to lick my fingers clean first - look
what your dirty little bottom hole has done to them!"

	Vicky popped three fingers from her cute sister's bottom, and
keeping the embrace brought them between their pretty doll-like faces.
"Yuck! They smell horrible!" said Suzanna, which was a mistake since
Vicky immediately pushed them between her coral pink lips. With a
grimace, Suzanna licked the shit off them tenderly, then managed a
smile as she gulped down the little brown flecks.

	They parted and Vicky walked to their large wardrobe. "What
did you say daddy wanted us to wear?" she asked again. "He wants you
to be a child-prostitute and me to be a princess," Suzanna giggled.

	"That's not fair! Why can't I be a princess?" her sister
pouted. "I'm joking silly... I've got to be a whipped rape victim!"
"That's a new one for us... let's get ready then go and see Nicola."

	Vicky pulled a pair of white fish-net stockings, bra, garters,
and panties from her drawer. As she stretched the slutty underwear
over her slim body her sister removed one of her gym-slips from the
wardrobe. "I think I'll be a school-girl rape victim, Daddy will like
that!" she grinned. She hung the gym-slip on a hanger placed against
the bedroom's wall and picked up a thin dog whip from the selection
that lay on a table.

	Raising the whip she brought it down hard against the green
fabric, tearing the material. "Suzanna! That's cheating!" exclaimed
her sister, who had stepped into a tiny pink rubber mini dress, and
was having obvious problems pulling it up over her petite breasts.
"Put the gym-slip on first then I'll whip you... We'll make you look
really beaten up, and daddy will be pleased with us!"

	"He'll be pleased with you, you mean... " her sister replied.
"If I look all wounded and hurt he'll just want to make it worse... "
"Oh yes... I do hope so my love," said Vicky, who had now managed to
stretch the pink rubber over the lower half of her breasts, pressing
them flat, but leaving the nipples and upper halves poking out over
its neck. "Oh... this dress is uncomfortable... but I do look slutty!"
she smiled, admiring herself in the mirror that filled one wall of the
large room.

	Suzanna pulled on a pair of white cotton panties, embroidered
with little pink hearts, cute white ankle socks, little school-girl
shoes, and the tight-fitting green gym-slip. She walked to the window
and turned to her sister. "Please will you get it over and done with?"
she asked. "Of course I will darling... I can't be gentle, but I'll
try to make it fast," Vicky replied.

	Suzanna held out her two hands, and Vicky tightened a leather
strap around each. From the ceiling she pulled three ropes each of
which were looped round pulley systems, and thread two of them through
metal loops that were attached to the leather restraints.

	"May I put the mask on you Suzanna? It makes it easier for me,
because sometimes I don't like to look at you when I'm hurting you...
It makes me a bit sad... " "Yes, if you want to... " said her sister
submissively.

	Vicky rolled up the rubber mask and placed it over her sisters
crown. She started to unroll it, telling Suzanna to hold her breath
until it was in place, and soon it covered her whole head, with just a
single eighth inch," totally inadequate hole over her mouth for her to
breathe through. "Are you OK?" she asked. Her sister shook her head
from side to side vigourously, as she laboured over her restricted
breathing. "You'll be fine darling... "

	Three handles attached to a wall allowed the girls to hoist up
the ropes, which Vicky proceeded to do, until her sisters sock-clad
feet were a foot off the ground. "Don't fight it darling, or you'll
suffocate!" she warned, as she grabbed one of her ankles.

	Chains went from the floor to tight metal ankle clasps, that
she snapped shut over the sock's ankles. Suzanna's lower-legs were now
pulled four foot apart, though her knees were bent and pointed inwards
as the gym-slip's hem kept them together.

	Vicky returned to the handles and begin to turn the ratcheted
wheels, stretching the two ropes. When her sister's body appeared taut
she managed to turn a further four or five stops, going as far as she
could without dislocating her poor victim's limbs.

	Moving behind Suzanna, Vicky raised the short dog-whip in her
hand, and brought it down with all her might against the arch of her
sister's back. The poor girl's head flung back in agony, as she raised
the whip again, hitting her in exactly the same place, and tearing the
material of the gym-slip.

	The sharp crack of the whip filled the room as the cute little
blonde whipped the dress off her lucky little sister. "Oh... I feel so
horny!" she exclaimed as she started to slash at the poor girl's
thighs, holding up the girlish skirt with her free hand. "Shall I whip
your cunt, darling? I think I should... " Vicky giggled, as she
delivered a sharp up-cut between her sisters thighs. Her sister
stretched against the bindings in agony as the whip's tip cracked
against her clitoris, tearing at the covering panties material.
Another fifteen slashes left the panties torn, and small trickles of
blood seeped down her sister's inner thigh.

	Replacing the dog-whip, Vicky picked up what appeared to be a
metal pen from the table. However by pulling on one end it telescoped
out, until it was almost four feet long and as she slashed it through
the air it whistled, frightening Suzanna.

	Vicky walked to her sister's front then took ten steps away
from her victim. Turning, she raised the metal whip, and ran towards
Suzanna, bringing it down hard against the girl's breasts. The green
material cut immediately, revealing a strip of bleeding pink flesh,
topped with the thirteen year old's erect nipples. Vicky couldn't help
tweaking the lovely little things, and giving them a quick kiss,
before raising the whip and slashing each one.

	From the wall, Vicky took a long baseball bat, and moved
behind her sister. What she would do now, would be awfully painful,
but she felt so sexy and dirty, that nothing could be too vicious.
With all her might she brought the bat hard against the back of
Suzanna's thighs. A purple bruise immediately appeared, followed by
another until her legs were black and blue all over.

	Dropping the bat, Vicky peeled off the mask from here sister's
face, and kissed her. "Sorry lovely Suzanna" she said, then raised her
fingers to the pretty blonde's face. Cruelly, she dug her long filed
fingernails into the teens cheeks and scratched eight lines of skin
from her flesh. From the table she picked up an atomizer of Channel
perfume, and placed a thumb over Suzanna's eye. Pulling the eyelid
open, she started to spray it with the stinging liquid, then moving
the spray down, against her bleeding, torn, cheeks.

	"Ahhh, you smell gorgeous darling, yes, cry for me," she said
gently, as her sisters eyes turned red with tears. Vicky slowly
lowered the ropes and watched as Suzanna collapsed onto the floor. She
picked up one of her hands, and dragged her twitching body, to the
bathroom. Suzanna's legs wouldn't support her weight but her light
slim frame was easily moved, and Vicky managed to lift her into the
bath. Turning on the shower, she sprayed the girl, her ripped school-
girl outfit, her bruised legs, and bleeding breasts, back, and face.

	"Here's a towel darling... get yourself dry, then let's go
outside." Suzanna pulled herself up, wobbling uncertainly on her
bruised legs, and wrapped the towel around her wet clothes, and the
beaten schoolgirl and teenage slut left the bedroom.