THE JANITOR (closed for cjraven and myself)

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THE JANITOR (closed for cgraven and myself)

Kitty O' Shea, otherwise known as Katharine to her parents, and anyone else in authority, was a young, nubile, vixen of still tender age. She had been at the Brandt school for girls for nearly three years, three excrutiatingly boring years. Her roommate, long time friend, and sometime partner in petty pranks, Stephanie Hogan, had just last week been sent home with a serious bout of pneumonia. Not only did Stephanie's illness put a quick end to the few weeks of her summer semester at the school, but it made Kitty's remaining weeks at Brandt that much more intolerable as well. The thought of having a new roommate held little appeal for her and the girl hoped that Matron wouldn't think of doing anything quite so drastic as putting some silly nitwit in to room with her.
The girl sat hunched over her desk, gazing out of the dorm window at the wide expanse of carefully tended lawns and gardens of the boarding school, her pert chin supported in the palm of her hand. Delicate beads of perspiration trickled down the sides of her face into slim fingers, which were quickly wiped dry by the soft folds of her cotton chemise. Her other hand held a sheet of paper folded haphazardly in accordian style, with which she desperately fanned herself.

The room was stifling, the air lay thick and heavy in spite of the efforts of a small desk fan, which even now threatened to topple from it's perch on the window sill. The circulating whir of the fan blades did little to ease the discomfort of the sweltering summer heat.
The teenager frowned at the room's only window, which had once again refused to open. The recent rains and resulting humidity had caused it's wooden frame to swell yet again, tightly sealing it shut and no amount of cursing would get it to budge. Ultimately, Kitty had given up trying, choosing instead to do exactly what she loved to do on the weekend...and that was nothing at all.

There was just no way around it, she would have to pay a visit to old Mr. Jesperson, the school's janitor and demand to have the damn thing fixed. Until then her makeshift fan would just have to do.

 

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Changes made thanks.

 

[cgraven]

Mr. Jesperson, Old Mr. Jesperson that is all he had been known as for almost as long as he could remember. He had been a young man fresh out of the service when he had come to school for girls. It was going to be temporary job filler till he could go to university on the GI bill in the fall but that was thirty years ago. He had fallen in love with the isolated Island the wild craggy cliffs the silent brooding fogs that would descend on it, and the wild North Atlantic gales. Then there where the girls, so fresh, so young, so full of life fresh blush and so innocent in the ways of the world and of the life, that life that would take a special girl. But that seemed a life time ago when his body was lean and hard , his hair copper red and thick. In those days he could have the pick of any of them but now not even the plainest of them would look twice at him for all they saw was Old Mr. Jesperson

“Damn.”

He cursed as he slammed his fits down on his work bench

DAMN

His voice a wizened whisper, his bladed head bowed low.

“I would give my soul to be young again to be the man I was.”

Really?

The voice was male soft silken but with an edge that sent a shiver down Jesperson’s spine. He spun at the sound of that voice.

“Who the hell are you?”

The air was heavy with the smell of fire and brimstone and the figure before him was an eloquently dressed man that seemed ageless or more to the point defied the ability to guess his age.

“Someone who can give you what you want Eddy.”

In those few words in the fiery red gaze of his eyes Eddy Jesperson knew exactly who he was speaking to.

You can call me Mr. Hobbs Eddy. Nick Hobbs.

Eddy Jesperson stared backing away this offer was tempting so tempting but he knew the price and he was scared. Hobbs simply smiled and his fingers moved in a strange and mystical way the air crackled and slowly a vision began to appear.

It was of a young girl a very pretty young girl with the face of an angel. The girl sat hunched over her desk, gazing out of the dorm window at the wide expanse of carefully tended lawns and gardens of the boarding school, her pert chin supported in the palm of her hand. Delicate beads of perspiration trickled down the sides of her face into slim fingers, which were quickly wiped dry by the soft folds of her cotton chemise. Her other hand held a sheet of paper folded haphazardly in accordion style, with which she desperately fanned herself. She was so enticingly sensual each of her moments graceful and erotic in its own way. A Brandt school blazer hun on a hook just behind her.

“Katharine O'Shea, they call her Kitty Eddy and she can be yours if you can win her and I can make sure that you have the opportunity.”


Hobbs paused as Eddy Jesperson became mesmerized by the vision.

I do believe you know the price Eddy you get your youth back, 20 years to have little Kitty if you can win her.

“Done.” Eddy had spoken before he realized what he said.

The storm broke quickly and the sky was rent by thunder and lighting when it cleared the heat and humidity was stifling. Eddy Jesperson was picking him self up off the floor his head was spinning and when he straighten he caught his reflection in a pain of glass The man that looked back at him was the man of his youth. He started when he heard a knock at his workshop door.

“Yah”

 

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Slipping on her summer tunic, Kitty left her room, locking the door quickly behind her. Shoeless, she padded along the narrow hallway, which connected the school's four wings, all the while savoring the delicious feel of the ancient marble flooring against her bare feet. She stopped occasionally to exchange a few words, or smile and wave to several of her school chums who stood in twos and threes chatting amonst themselves in the dimly lit corridor. A slight breeze from an opened door afforded the girls some relief from the sweltering heat of the late afternoon.

Kitty's first stop would be at the House Keep's office and then at Matron's located on the first floor. The girl, felt it prudent to have another's permission before actually going off to the janitor's office with her request. Students weren't allowed to make such decisions on their own, especially if it meant bringing a man on the premises, even if it was only the janitor, for his work needed to be supervised as well, in order to put a quick end to the almost unavoidable gossip. For all that, they needn't have worried, they would soon learn that Eddy Jesperson's mind was elsewhere... on more important matters, her window for example.

Kitty continued down the multitude of steps to the first level, hoping to catch one or the other of the women in their office. After waiting several minutes and still receiving no response to her knocking, the girl took the matter into her own hands and headed off in the direction of the janitor's office alone.

She wondered at her desperation, when first arriving at Brandt to have thought him sexy.

"Well sexy and attractive in an 'older man" kind of way...he must have been quite good looking in his day, a real lady killer".

But the passing years had not been particularly kind to Eddy Jesperson.

"That's a nasty shade of grey he has in his hair...auburn and grey....nasty, he should colour it...I bet the old man even has arthritis in his legs...that would account for that ridiculous limp of his..poor chap."

Kitty continued to bolster her self confidence by continuing this solo conversation outloud.

"Good lord, the man has been grounds keeper here for what, twenty years now....at least that long".

Of this fact Kitty was quite sure, since some of the girl's, for lack of nothing better to do, often kept short but colourful diaries of the goings on at the school, especially of it's employees, who seemed to come and go with questionable regularity. Jesperson was not left out of the diarie's malicious records. It was said that J. had once been married to an alcoholic tart of a wife, who had allegedly run off with a Portugeese sailor, while the poor man himself had been fighting overseas. But this of course was pure rumour and speculation.

There was one other incident.... Kitty paused to think for a moment. Something had happened many years before she herself had arrived at Brandt...what was it now.....oh yes... something about an affair with one of the school's instructors, a nervous, slight wisp of a woman who had resigned her post early, never to be seen or heard from again.

"Likely threw herself over the cliffs I expect... out of sexual frustration and shear boredom", she chuckled.
"If that bit of gossip were true Kitty girl, the man would have been fired on the spot, but here he is...still with us."

The janitor's room was located in the school basement, the belly of the beast so to speak... a dark and smelly place, not one that the girls willingly chose to visit, especially not alone and not without a damned good reason. Some insisted that the basement was haunted. That bit of news came as no great surprise to Kitty, since there weren't too many places in Cornwall that weren't haunted and why should "The Brandt School for Girls" be any exception... why, the building proper was nearly two hundred years old if it was a day.

There had been numerous occasions, that noises could be heard eminating from the basement's dark depths... moaning and hissing noises... the sounds of crashing metal... loud sobbing. All the symptoms of a sick and dying fortress, haunted by years of memories and neglect.
Once in a long while, on a dare, a couple of new girls would venture down into the cellar with flashlights in hand. It seemed that only moments would pass before the girls returned to their rooms breathless and frightened out of their wits.... by the darkness and of course the other things that lived in basements. That was the stuff that real nightmares were made of.

"If I owned the place, I'd tear it down, or at least renovate and make it into a hotel for those American tourists", Kitty said outloud and to no-one in particular.

By following the direction of arrows and a length of heating pipe, she soon came to the Janitor's office,the man's status in life clearly marked by a small hand written sign..

"Edward, Jesperson, Janitor & School Maintenance".

Kitty pressed her ear to the door listening for any movement, her stomach feeling suddenly very queasy. The radio was on, a positive clue that someone was home.

She knocked on the door and heard footsteps.... someone was coming.

In one quick motion, she ran her hands down her hips smoothing the sides of her tunic and ran her fingers through her hair...then cleared her throat ready to speak.

The man who opened the door did not look anything like Mr. Jesperson, well actually he did look "like" him, but it wasn't him.

"Umm hello, would Mr. Jesperson be in please?"

As she said this, Kitty stood on tiptoe to look over the man's shoulder into the tiny room beyond... hoping she might see the janitor's familiar face.

 

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Mr. Hobbs faded back into the shadows of the dreary little workshop that served as Eddy Jesperson’s office his dark firry eyes the last to fade from view. The old iron door creaked like a scene out of a “B” grade horror movie. And there standing in a pool of light from the bare light bulb that dangled from the ceiling stood the very vision of youthful feminine perfection that Hobbs had shown Eddy in his vision.

"Umm hello, would Mr. Jesperson be in please?"

Her voice was a soft sensual whisper that could stir the passions of any man. The way this little nymph stood on tiptoe, looking over his shoulder for Old Mr. Jesperson was a picture of seductive beauty, her bare little feet the way her foot arched and defined the sensual curve of her claves, her firm young breasts staring against the thin material of her summer tunic and that innocent angelic face. Eddy was lost in this vision of enticing beauty when he noticed that she was looking passed him looking for the old man she knew as Jesperson.

“No he is not here, there has been a death in the family and I will be taking his place till the fall semester begins. My name is Eddy. How my I be of assistance?”

He was surprised at the sound of his own voice it was not the rasp hacking voice of age and too many cigarettes but the voice of his youth. It was deep, lost some where between a base and a baritone, a voice that rumbled in a dark pleasing manner. Eddy listened as the ravishing young beauty told her tale of woe, of her stuck window, the appalling heat and her need for a breath of fresh air.

She can be yours Eddy all yours, yours to do with as you please.

The soft darkly rich tempting voice of Mr. Hobbs echoed in Eddy’s mind even as the stunning young beauty stood before him. This was no illusion this was a living breathing woman and she could be his if he was truly willing to pay the price. Little beads of sweat broke out on his brow, his shirt was soaked through as the boiler room adjoined his office. His eyes where drawn to the little bead of sweat that trickled down Kitty’s neck to slide down the sweetly scented valley that lay between her breasts.

“Does Matron know that you are here?”

Jesperson cursed himself, he had asked the question by reflex, a question he had asked for so many years. He coughed nervously as he retrieved the clipboard with his work orders.

“Katharine O’Shea east wing Victoria hall, room number 223. I see you are to have a new roommate a Miss Chastity Thomas.”

Chastity Thomas was one of those girls that was all that was worst about Brandt school for girls. Her family was one of the original subscribers which they Lorded it over everyone, Chastity was the worst of the lot and Matron’s cousin. A plain girl who hated anything beautiful and not above using her family connection to get her way. Hobbs knew this information would cause the firry young beauty to react with out thinking at this outrage.

“You better be leaving Miss until you have permission to be here.”

Eddy gave the standard school reply for if he did not it could mean his job. Yet it was not that thought that occupied his mind but rather his long unused dungeon that lay the other side of the boiler room.

He watched as the girl’s face darkened with the news of her new room mate.

 

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Kitty

“Does Matron know that you are here?”

"Yes of course she knows I'm here... I just spoke to her," she replied haughtily. "Can't you just come up and fix it for heaven's sakes, it should only take a minute"

He knows I'm lying. Kitty felt it wise to nip the lie in the bud.

"Oh nevermind then, I suppose it will have to wait." she turned to leave.

Jesperson cursed himself, he had asked the question by reflex, a question he had asked for so many years. He coughed nervously as he retrieved the clipboard with his work orders.

“Katharine O’Shea east wing Victoria hall, room number 223. I see you are to have a new roommate a Miss Chastity Thomas.”

"Yes, I'm Katharine O'Shea." Kitty was now put on the defensive. "What of it?"

“You better be leaving Miss until you have permission to be here.”

"I told you I have permission." What was she proving by lying yet again?

A work order...already? He already knows about the window...but how?

"No Miss you don't have anyone's OK," he replied dryly, "I happen to know that Mrs Guinness has gone away for the weekend and won't be back until Monday morning". "I suggest you return to your dorm room before we both get into trouble."

Her face blushed crimson upon hearing his words.

He had an accent...an American...a damn yank of all things!

He watched as the girl’s face darkened with the news of her new room mate.

...and Chastity Thomas?...of all the rotten luck, that little twit... her new roomate? What had she done to deserve this?

Kitty tried to hide her annoyance, things were not going at all as she had planned. This man was being intentionally difficult.

"Hmmphhh....well when will you be able to fix it... the window I mean?"

Perhaps it was best to change her tone and strategy just a little,

"Please Sir, I really can't breathe in that room, it isn't healthy for a girl."

The man continued to look at his his work sheet, ignoring her.

"Excuse me, are you listening at all to what I've been saying?...if the window isn't fixed soon, I'm going to die of......asphyxiation."

"My gawd doesn't any one give a damn around here?"

They've managed to find a real ass to take Jesperson's place.

"Very well then have it your way....Yank"

She would manage one final jab before she left, "Oh by the way, I was just curious... are you having eggs for dinner, it smells rotten in here, like something just died...a rat perhaps?

Eddy could hear still hear the echo of the girl's laughter in the corridor minutes after she had gone.

 

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Kitty stopped her giggling as soon as she rounded the corner. All the girl could think about was damn Chastity what's 'er name's rooming with her for the next two months. "Chaste-titty" as the girls liked to call her, was one of those snoopy chits that one just loved to hate, Kitty could count on two hands the numbers of roomies that snot had had over the last three years. She got along with no-one, knew she was disliked and as a result did her damndest to make everyone's life miserable.

"...and with that hoidy-toidy attitude of hers....all she ever talks about is herself and her stupid family...fuck!"

Kitty fairly bounded up the stairs, eager to get back to her quarters before any one asked after her.

Mrs. Guinness is away until Monday...that's good, no one intruding until then.

She threw herself on her bed, glanced at her watch...dinner would be served in half an hour.

"You are a charlatan Kitty O'Shea and a bold face liar".

Her mind drifted back back to her meeting with the new grounds-keep, not that she cared a whit what the new porter thought of her, but she was not proud of herself at this moment. She had lied to him and she was not prone to fibbing. For what ever reason she had found the man annoying...and almost arrogant in the way he spoke to her.

"I wonder if he's a relative, he has the same colouring as the old man...maybe a son or nephew"

She didn't really get a good look at him to decide whether he was handsome or not... not that it would make any difference.

"It was his own fault, if I was disrespectful, then so was he...some nerve dismissing me like that...you'd think he would enjoy having a little chat with one of us."

She decided she would never to speak to him again, no matter what the crisis.

So...Mr. Jesperson has had a death in the family and this Yank was his replacement... our new American "bin-man"...fancy that! "

Kitty would have to offer her condolences to "someone" when the time came.

"I wonder if any of the other girls know about this? Someone must..this is big news!"

Kitty would not mention her meeting the new porter to anyone, but would keep her ears open to any bits of gossip that would be sure to arise.

 

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Kitty decided to lie down a bit until it was time to go down for the evening meal. Rummaging underneath her pillow, she pulled out a fan magazine that had been smuggled into her room the week before and proceeded to flip through it's pages. The glossy photos of celebrities and the brightest Hollywood film stars created a welcome distraction to her ho-hum existance.

Eroll Flynn was her favourite Hollywood leading man. There had been some terribly wicked stories written up in the gossip columns lately about his preference for "much younger" women...a sordid piece giving details about his supposedly raping a young sixteen year old girl during one of his yacht parties.

"He wouldn't need to force me...I'd fairly jump at the chance to be poked by him." ...

When all was said and done, the Hollywood heart-throb could do no wrong in Kitty's eyes. Inspite of the actor's randy behaviour and decadent lifestyle, she continued to adore him, falling more and more "in love" with the leading man each time she saw his films.... and Kitty had seen quite a few...one or two of them at least a dozen times!

Closing her eyes for a moment, Kitty imagined herself sailing on a yacht with Erroll Flynn... lost somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, clinking and drinking glasses of expensive champayne, arms wrapped tightly around each other...without a worry in the world.

"Just you and me, my darling...alone the two of us...doomed to love each other forever."

"...Kitty?......."

"...Kitty!......"

"Wake up!..will you?"
Someone was shaking her, rather too roughly she thought.

Kitty's eyes flew open...."Oh my gawd...Jane,...damn, I must have dozed off ....what time is it?

"It's five minutes to... come on, hurry up!"

Kitty jumped up, tossing the glitter-mag underneath her bed... she just managed to slip a comb through her tangled hair, before the two girls raced down the steps to the dining hall. They got in line for their food trays in record time and sat down amongst the other students.

"Kitty, guess what...you'll never guess in a million years!

"What?"

The other girl was fairly squirming in her seat.

"We have a new man at the school."

"Really?" replied Kitty, feigning interest in her friend's conversation.

"What's a man doing here I wonder...is he lost?"

"Well, I'm not sure exactly why he's here...not yet anyway, but Deirdre, you know Deirdre don't you? Well Deirdre said that she was going into the nurses office this afternoon and nearly bumped into him."

"Ahh, I see...and?"

"Well, she said that she nearly bumped into him while he was on his way out...he smiled then opened the door for her... and everything!"
....and are you ready for this..? Deirdre said that he was ever so handsome..a real gentleman and he had these gorgeous blue eyes that bore right into her soul.... but it was Nurse Oliver's behaviour you see, that made her curious, the nurse seemed different homehow...a bit flushed, not her usual self at all. Deirdre couldn't help but notice that the nurse kept fumbling with the top button of her blouse...don't you think that's odd Kitty?"

Kitty shook her head. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean Jane...how was she different?

"I dunno, Deirdre didn't say much more about it...but Miss Oliver is usually so prim and proper."

"Always nice to have a bit of intrigue here at school, eh Kitty?"

Kitty felt exasperated, she was not in the mood for this sort of gossip.

"Jane, that is pure and utter nonsense and you know it."

"What is?"

"That our Miss Oliver should be affected in such a way by the man's visit."

"It wouldn't be the first time for a man to want a bit of a skirt now and then, would it?." said Jane winking... "or visie versie" .

"No, you know full well what I mean Jane, it would mean his job for pete's sakes, besides he wouldn't be allowed 20 miles near any of us. "Yet you want me to believe that that thin lizzie fancies our new janitor?"

Kitty wasn't quite sure who fancied whom.

"The new janitor... is that what he is? What's happened to old carrot top... nothing too terrible I hope, I've always had affection for the old cocker."

The two girls finished up their evening meal in silence, gathered up the empty trays and followed the rest of the other girls out into the corridor. On Saturday nights the students often congregated in the communal building to play board games, cards, or just watch television.

Jane chose to break the silence, "How's your friend Steph doing...feeling better I hope?"

"I really don't know, I haven't heard from her...nothing's come in the mail yet, I was going to write to her later this evening if I had time."

The girls walked arm and arm, down the hall and out into the night air.

"Oh my gawd... look it's him, I'm sure that's him!..over there!"

Kitty winced as Jane's fingers tightened around her arm and looked in the direction that Jane was pointing.

"Going home looks like it."

"Home?"

"Yes silly, the Porter's Lodge. You don't think they actually live at the school do you?"

"Well no of course not," said Kitty, somewhat embarrassed.

Both girls watched the lone male figure disappear into the trees.

"Oh Kitty you can be so thick headed at times. I have half a mind to take you on a tour of the old place...show you around, that sort of thing... you really don't get out much do you?"

"I get around quite a bit actually." Kitty replied cooly,"..but I don't make it a habit to go noseying about other people's private property."

"School property." Jane reminded her.

"Whatever"

Although Kitty liked Jane alot, she was growing quickly tired of the other girl's foolishness.

"Jane... would you mind if I didn't come with you tonight? I've just remembered that I have an algebra assignment due on Monday and I haven't done a bit of work on it."

"Well Kitty I can't say I'm not disappointed. I hoped that we could partner up on a game of spades or something."
"...ah well I suppose there's nothing to be done about it, go on then."

"Thanks, I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Kitty returned quickly through the main doors eager to get back to her dorm. Several of the students remained in the corridor enjoying their hour of freedom before it was time to return to their own rooms and lights out.

"...just like a bull to the slaughter."

Kitty thought to herself, fearing there might be some trouble ahead for the new porter, but she wasn't sure in what shape or form it would come.

"... the man is obviously no fool, or he wouldn't be here... I'm sure he can handle himself."

Kitty slipped her key into the lock and opened her door. She felt the change in temperature immediately and shivered, for a cool breeze wafted in from the open window. Kitty hugged herself, feeling the goose bumps on her arms. She shivered, not so much from night air... but from the knowledge that "he" had been in her room...without permission.

 

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She can be yours Eddy all yours, yours to do with as you please.

Hobbs’s seductively tempting offer whispered in his mind. Eddy watched astounded as the little minks tried a new tact subtitle seduction.

"Please Sir, I really can't breathe in that room, it isn't healthy for a girl."

Her voice a soft sensual whispered plea, yet Eddy Jesperson was only half listening to what Kitty was saying. She can be yours Eddy all yours, yours to do with as you please.His eyes where drinking in this young beauty on the brink of woman hood. There was still that innocent girlish quality to her, soft silken brown hair styled in a fashionable bob with sassy little bangs, her peaches and cream complexion that had no need of make up, and those moist roes bud lips that begged to be kissed. Yet Kitty had the curves of a girl in the first blush of womanhood, her breast where perky standing proudly from her chest, with no need of a bra for support, a trim little wasp waist the sensually seductive swell of her hips and that firm little derrière. His eyes followed the sensual curve of derrière. He loved the seductive curve of her claves.

Reality did not strike home until Kitty stormed out of his little shabby office perturbed that neither her audacity nor her sensual cajoling had gotten her what she had wanted.

Hobbs slipped further back into the shadows his shape shifting to take on the appearance of the young Eddy Jesperson. The sun felt good on his face his dark spirit soared as he dark in the nubile beauty of the young beauties of the Brandt school for girls. So many innocent lambs to be tempted, seduced and enjoyed. But that would have to wait for the moment for he had a particular Young Miss that he had to see Miss Oliver.

He pushed open the door to the school infirmary and smiled as he resumed is normal form and evil smile crossing his thin lips.

“Jessica”

The young woman jumped at the sound of her name, her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to burst forth her heart was pounding in her chest.

Hobbs

His named whispered in the deepest of fear even as he leisurely began to open the buttons of her prim and proper nurses frock. She was frozen in time and space as he stripped her naked and bent her over her own exam table, his cock a firry iron rod as he claimed her youthful body. He took her hard and fast his taloned nails racking across her breasts and nipples leaving scarlet tracks in their wake. Her orgasm was violent .

“Chloroform.”

“No Hobbs!”

Her voice lacked the conviction her tone would otherwise convey. Then she saw the hag that she was in the medicine cabinets mirror. A tear tricked down her cheek as she gave Hobbs what he wanted.

Mr. Hobbs lest the school Infirmary with the small bottle of Chloroform in the guise of Eddy. Miss Oliver quickly dressed as she heard on of the school girl’s knock on her outer door quickly she checked in the mirror and breathed a sigh of relief as the Miss Oliver they knew at Brandt school for girl’s.


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Eddy Jesperson watched from the shadows of room number 223,
east wing Victoria hall, the bottle of chloroform clutched in his hand a gift from Hobbs to aid in the taking of Kitty.

Katharine O’Shea made her way across th common at twilight his body stiffened and he drew further back into the deepening shadow when Kitty slipped her key into the lock and opened her door. She shivered, for a cool breeze wafted in from the open window. Kitty hugged herself, goose bumps on her arms. She shivered, not so much from night air... but from the knowledge that "he" had been in her room...without permission.

“Kitty”

Eddy’s voice as soft as the whisper of the summer breeze.. The chloroformed soaked rag covered her nose and mouth, the fumes clouding her young mind, the darkness closing around her and then nothingness.

Jesperson flight her pathetic little struggles her muffled cries from behind the rag. He felt the fight go out of the ravishing young beauty as her weight sagged back against him. Eddy swept her in to his arms and laid her on her bed. The sun was just setting; it was still to light to take his prize to the Potter’s lodge.
He gazed down upon her as she lay there sleeping like a babe, those sweet moist rose bud lips begging to be kissed their sweetness sampled. His lips fleetingly brushed hers and he quickly straightened this was not the time or place, to much danger. The glossy cover of Kitty’s magazine caught his eye. He thumbed through the girl’s fan magazine and found the dog eared page and the story she had been reading. He read on eagerly about Eroll Flynn, the gossip column about his preference for "much younger" women...a sordid piece giving details about his supposedly raping a young sixteen year old girl during one of his yacht parties.

”Eddy she likes the idea of being taken, forced by the handsome stranger to do his bidding and she is yours now this sweet little Kitty.”

The soft tempting hiss of Mr. Hobbs’s voice echoing in the deepest recesses of Jesperson’s mind in the depths of Eddy’s soul. Eddy could not deny it the proof lay there right before his eyes. So this angelic beauty dreamed of Rape well he would make her dreams come true this very night. It was past ten now and Brandt school for girls was as quiet as a tomb He wrapped Kitty in a painter’s tarp and then slung the shapeless bundle over his shoulders. Jesperson was smart enough to not to try and hides his movements to the outside world he appeared to be taking a tarp to the Potters lodge to do some wok. He met Miss Oliver the school nurse who blushed scarlet, lowered her eyes and hurried off into the gathering darkness.

He carried her in to the lodge down to the cellar and into his sound proofed room Eddy bound Kitty to a straight back chair her hand to the slats of its back he blindfolded her and then quietly sat waiting for her to awake from her drugged sleep.

 

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Eddy’s voice was as soft as the whisper of the summer breeze. The chloroformed soaked rag covered her nose and mouth, the fumes clouding her young mind, the darkness closing around her and then nothingness.

Hearing her name, Kitty turned too late... as she recognized the sweet smell of chloroform,... too late to stop the rough male hands from grabbing at her. One arm immediately wrapped around her throat, while the other hand held the rough cloth hard against her nose.

"No Kitty, you won't get away this time..."

"No, please.....there must be some mistake!"

Brutal fingers dug into her throat with such force that she thought he would kill her.

Desperate to stop the drug from taking effect, she held her breath,

"You can stop this, Kitty...if you... just hold on...a wee bit longer." She told herself.

The girl was a fighter to be sure and would not give in easily; twisting her body from side to side, she kicked at the man with all her might and her clenched fingers tore at his bare arms. But ultimately, the drug would take effect and have it's way with her.

"There, there my girl...no need to struggle". He said this almost tenderly as he kissed her gently on the forehead.

Within seconds the room began to spin and Kitty O'Shea, occupant of room 223, Victoria Hall, stepped off the planet into a whirling darkness. Lying blissfully unconcious in her assailent's arms, she appeared the perfect picture of innocent sensuality.

 

[cgraven]

Mr. Hobbs was delighted as he watched from the deep gathering shadows as Jesperson carried the unconscious young beauty from her dormitory hall to the Potter’s Lodge. He had given back Eddy his youth, given him the opportunity to once again become a dark presence at Brandt school for girls. That dark evil presence was slowly taking hold at the lonely school where wealth parents sent their chaste virginal daughters, sent them there to be free of them, so they could peruse their own lewd lives of wealth and fame. Yes Brandt school for girls was an ideal garden from which Hobbs could pick the choices of young flowers for his own designs and Miss Katharine O’Shea as perhaps the choices roes in that garden.

Kittyhis voice softly hissed.

Kitty her name whispered on the dark night wind, the ghostly form of a man taking shape in her drugged mind. His form hauntingly familiar, his refined chiseled features just out of focus, and that soft haunting voice so familiar it stirred a feeling deep in the pit of her stomach and a fire began to smolder there.

Eddy had sat there just watching the chaste young beauty bound to the straight back chair her firm breast straining against the thin material of her blouse the top button undone a pale alabaster triangle of silken flesh tempting him. A low moan escaped the young girl’s lips as she began to stir slowly coming from that land of dark dreams. Soon she would feel the ropes biting into her delicate wrists, the panic of being denied her sight. The soft caress of the black velvet blind fold.

Slowly he rose and walked towards his trapped dove he fell to his knees before her and slowly, reverently took her foot in his hand and slipped off her shoe. He repeated the processes with the other and as her foot rested on his thigh she could feel his hands slide up along the sensual curve of her calve, under the helm of her skirt. Higher still his fingers caressing Kitty’s soft silken thigh just brushing her sweet little panty clad crotch. Then they slid down and rolled her knees sock down and slipped it from her foot. Eddy kissed the arch of her foot. Then his hands where sliding up her other leg in a like manner.

 

[dominiqque]

Kitty felt herself slowly coming to her senses, her brain seemed to be taking it's time shaking off the effects of the drug. She felt nauseous, and prayed that she wouldn't throw up.

"What could be any more humiliating than this?"

She began taking deep breaths in order to ease the rising discomfort in her belly. "Why am I tied up like this? she thought angrily, squirming and pulling at the rough restraints.

He was in the room with her, she sensed him...somewhere there in the darkness.

Trembling, she whispered, "Who are you? ...Please, why are you doing this to me"?

As if to answer her question, the man rose and walked towards her, falling to his knees before her and slowly, he proceeded to take her foot in his hand as he slipped off her shoe.

Kitty gasped...her heart pounding. "What are you doing?
and kicked at him in defiance.

"Get away from me you bastard!"

Her lips began quivering and she knew she was about to become unhinged. Tears of fear and frustration filled her eyes only to be lost in the soft fabric of the blindfold.

"Please, don't hurt me..I'll do anything you want, but please don't hurt me," she whimpered.

He held her legs firmly, pulling her feet up to rest on his thighs.

She tried to squeeze her thighs together to prevent him from going any further, but he merely pushed them open once more.

Her tears were lost on him.

She felt his fingers touching her mound...so gently, so expert. He caressed her silken thighs, brushing his thumb against her sex...over and over again teasing her.

"Ohhhh...please I can't..."

But the girls body betrayed her and responded to his sensual touch as if by instinct.

"You can't what Kitty?...be enjoying this?

She couldn't speak..only feel what he was doing to her...it was nothing... yet it was ...everything!

Then she felt his hands sliding up her other leg in the same way.

"He was toying with her".

Smelling her arousal, he spread her legs even wider and leaned into her with his mouth, licking at the delectable nectar that began to ooze from her. She could feel his nose nuzzling her, persistent in sniffing at her, seeking what he wanted. Kitty leaned forward, as if to push him away, her lips touching his head and hair.

"Please..don't do this..." she begged.

Kitty moaned as she felt his warm breath against her sex, his tongue tracing wet lines along the outer lips of her labia, lingering here...now there, gently urging the girl to succomb to his desire and need of her. She could feel his face pressing into her, his nose trying to fuck it's way through the flimsy fabric of her panties... and then abruptly he stopped and pulled away from her.

 

[cgraven]

Kitty’s litany of threats and pleading tumbled from her trembling lips. Who are you? ...Please, why are you doing this to me?............... Get away from me you bastard!...... Please, don't hurt me..I'll do anything you want, but please don't hurt me.”

Each little gasp, each little sigh was music to Jesperson’s ears. It had been so long sense he had such an angelic schoolgirl as his own personal play toy.

"Ohhhh...please I can't...... "Please..don't do this..." she begged.

Eddy savored the sweet taste of her young innocent chaste body. He lashed her little panty clad pussy with his tongue he coaxed that hooded guardian from its hiding place to nip at it. Holding the throbbing bud between his teeth Jesperson inhaled deeply, drawing a cool steady stream of air across Kitty’s feverous clit. He smiled as the stunning young beauty bucket and thrashed beneath his mouth as she desperately pulled at her bonds. Her orgasm exploded in a white hot searing ecstasy. And then he was gone leaving her treacherous young body longing for more.

Eddy Jesperson eased away from Kitty O’Shea he slowly circled her he watched as she turned her head this way and that to try and catch any sound that might reveal where he was now. Yet he moved silent as the night wind as if he where more spirit than flesh and blood. Eddy’s hands cupped Kitty’s firm young breasts his thumbs rolled her nipples under their pads through the material of her blouse.

“You’re a Naughty girl Miss Kitty O’Shea not to be wearing a bra!”

His voice was at her ear, his breath hot and moist on her neck and then he was gone again and Kitty was left to wonder where this stranger was and what he would do next. Time dragged by, there was no way of telling if only a few moments had passed or an hour. When again his voice was at her ear, and it stirred the stray wipes of hair at the nape of her neck.

“So you like stories of men raping young girls do you sweet Kitty?”


He paused then continued his voice a haunting whisper in her mind.

“Don’t bother to lie I found your magazine.”

His fingers loosened the top to buttons of Kitty’s summer frock. Then she was alone again. When he came to her next he kissed his way up Kitty’s bare legs. She could feel him hook his thumbs into the waist band of her panties and begin to pull them down over the seductive swell of her hips, Down her long sensual legs till he tossed them away. Kitty was naked under her frock slowly her unseen assailant began to roll up the helm of her skirt. A breath of cool air caressed her naked pussy. Kitty did not need to see to realize that she was naked and exposed to the stranger. She heard a gasp that turned to a low sensual growl and then a long sensually seductive kiss as his tongue snaked out to caress and savor her bare pussy.

 

[dominiqque]

Eddy Jesperson eased away from Kitty O’Shea. Circling her chair, he watched as she turned her head this way and that to try and catch any sound that might reveal where he was now.

Kitty legs were trembling still, the pulsing and throbbing of her sex continued. but she knew that he hadn't finished with her…not even remotely.

“You’re a Naughty girl Miss Kitty O’Shea not to be wearing a bra!”

She didn't reply.

“So you like stories of men raping young girls do you sweet Kitty?”

The girl cringed as she felt his hot breath on her neck, his lips on her throat, a voice deep and seductive, that stated a fact rather than asked a question.

...still Kitty said nothing.

He's still there, standing behind me…I can smell him...what is that scent?… Bay Rum? and that voice, where have I heard that voice!

Good…her mind was beginning to clear.

“Don’t bother to lie I found your magazine.”

Her mind screamed, at the thought of what he might do with her. She felt his fingers working on the buttons of her frock, opening them, then slipping the dress from her shoulders. She could heard him move in front of her, felt the shift in air as he leaned down towards her…

She whimpered as she felt his thumbs pulling at the waist band of her panties…then pulling them off. The cool air on her bare flesh made her shiver or was it from what he was doing to her?

The tears flowed freely from her now. She sat frightened and trembling, realizing her body was fully exposed to him.

He was watching her every move…. she could feel his eyes raping every inch of her, his breathing hot and heavy as he gazed even now upon the soft sensual curves of her young body.

Her ears alert and focused on his every move, every sound that came from him, his own arousal easily giving his position away, his pleasure in her evident by the low beastial growls that rumbled from his throat and cut through the silence of the room.

Squirming and wriggling she tried again to free herself from the confines of the chair. Near to toppling over, he caught her and righted the chair once again.

"If you try that again"…. he sneered, but caught himself in midsentence, better not to threaten her. "You won't try that again will you, Kitty?

Then slowly, ever slowly he began to devour her with his lips and mouth, demanding that her body respond to him…yet again. His tongue seemed to take on a life of its own…snaking and slithering over her legs, between her thighs, relishing the salty sweet taste of her skin.

Kitty's breathing came in short gasps…and she realized that she was panting.

"Just like a fucking animal for gawd's sakes!"

Her lips were drawn back in an almost feral grin, yet her pretty face bore the anguished look of pain and desire.

"Please..."

The girl was evidently losing it… but not from drugs, oh no, this time her head was quite clear…and it became quite clear to them both, that she needed to be relieved of her "pain". Kitty leaned back as far as she could and pushed her throbbing cunt into his face.

She stopped her movements when she heard him laugh, a deep gutteral belly laugh that resounded off the walls of the little room.

"Why Miss O'Shea if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a little slut.!

 

[dominiqque]

...she cringed when she heard the word...slut.

He obviously enjoys tormenting young girls and I bet he's not going to be happy until he see's that I'm what...begging at his feet?

"You monster!…you cold, selfish bastard, first you kidnap me from my room and drag me here and force yourself upon me and when I respond.…to your disgusting advances."

She couldn't quite find the right words to express her humiliation.

"….you laugh at me and call me a slut?"

She sensed that he was smiling at her. Her passionate outburst only fueled his dark desires, grunting his affirmation, he resumed his gnawing of her pussy… with a renewed savagery, his lips pulling at the tiny wisps of hair between her thighs.

The son of a bitch knows just what to do with a woman.

He was indeed skillful at his job.

Kitty swallowed hard and continued to vent her anger and frustration at her seducer...

"If you think I'm enjoying this, you are quite wrong..you don't know a damned thing… I'm only pretending to enjoy it so you'll let me go," Kitty spat between clenched teeth.

"I hate it, I hate YOU!"

She decided to respond with all the enthusiasm of a corpse, knowing full well the difficulty of carrying out her plan. For "sex" if that’s what this was, was more than she imagined it could be and the girl wasn't sure she was strong enough to resist all that he was doing to her. Kitty had only kissed with boys before...and never in a million years would she have believed that this is what grown ups did behind closed door.

"Lord what have I been missing"!

...and she knew whatever happened between them, from here on in, Kitty would never be the same again.

 

[dominiqque]

Forever the punctual one, Chastity Thomas stood impatiently outside Kitty's room waiting for the girl to let her in.

"Kitty, it's me Chastity, open up!"

Another girl appeared at her side. "What's all the noise about?"

"It's Kitty she won't open the door."

"Well have you tried to open it, you have a key don't you?"

Chastity hadn't thought of letting her self in, that would have been too rude.

"No I haven't, I was waiting for Kitty, it's her room after all."

Chastity pushed her key into the lock and turned the knob.

"Kitty! .oh Kitty old chum, where are you… come out come out wherever you are," she sang out merrily.

..but the tiny room was empty.

"Do you know if Kitty has gone to Chapel this morning?...even so, she should have been back by now, don't you think?

The other girl shrugged her shoulders, not knowing and not really caring in the least where Kitty was.

"So you're the new bed mate eh?" she remarked.

Chastity smiled and nodded as she opened the door and entered the room with the second girl close on her heels, who now seemed in no great hurry to leave. Chastity swung her suit cases and other belongings on the opposite bed, then turned round to take a look at the place.

"Well at least she took the time to make her bed, …I do hate rooming with a slob."

"Did you want to go and have a look for her then?" asked the other girl, wanting to appear helpful.

"No, I'm sure she'll turn up eventually, but how rude for her not to be here…she must have known I was coming."

For a while at least, the second girl seemed content just to stand by quietly, watching as "Titty Thomas", new girl, settled into her room.

Disgruntled, Chastity turned and glared at her...

"Umm don't you have something more important to do than just stand about like that...staring at me?"

"Ah yes, quite right...not much to be done around here I suppose, but wait til the old girl turns up."

Chastity nodded in agreement.

"Well good luck then Titty, she chuckled....tell Kitty I said hello.

Chastity spent the better part of an hour nosing about in Kitty's desk, ruffling through her private and personal possessions. Not one to be left alone for any length of time, she decided it probably was best to go in search of the housekeeper.

"Perhaps Kitty has left some word with Mrs. Finch as to her whereabouts."

You're a rude little bitch Kitty O'Shea….ignoring me like this…I'll not play your silly little game," she promised.

 

[cgraven]

Kitty's breathing came in short gasps…and she realized that she was panting. Eddy smiled as he played the blindfolded young teenager’s body as if it where a fine instrument and he was the master of it. Her world now existed only of darkness sound and feeling. Oh what feelings he wrung from her ravishing supple young body, as his mouth, lips tongue and cheek feasted on her innocence. Eddy Jesperson reveled in the sweetness of Kitty’s dew nectar. His tongue greedily seeking each precious drop till it became a steady flow as her young aroused body pressed to his mouth. Her short sharp gasps slowly becoming sigh , moans and grounds of dark forbidden pleasure and finally low sensual growls of need.

"You monster!…you cold, selfish bastard, first you kidnap me from my room and drag me here and force yourself upon me and when I respond.…to your disgusting advances."

Kitty swallowed hard and continued to vent her anger and frustration at her seducer...

"If you think I'm enjoying this, you are quite wrong….you don't know a damned thing… I'm only pretending to enjoy it so you'll let me go," Kitty spat between clenched teeth.

"I hate it, I hate YOU!"

Her words where sharp barbs meant to sting her seducer to shame him as Kitty desperately tried to salvage some of her dignity, and yet her body hungrily arched and pressed her bare little pussy to his tormenting mouth. Though her young mind and soul rebelled at being drugged, kidnapped and taken to who knows where Miss Kitty O' Shea her ravishing, treacherous little body knew what it wanted.

Eddy tongue snaked out and slithered deep with in the girl’s pussy hit tip fluttered like a serpent searched for something in Kitty moist silken perfection. It stop then began to flutter seductively over that one elusive rough patch he had found that sweet spot that would drive the bound young beauty to the edge of the abyss of unimagined pleasure. Then with a flick of his tongue he drove the innocent young girl over the edge as her body buck and thrashed with the force of her violent orgasm. Again and again he wrung dark pleasure in a series of orgasms that engulfed the hapless beauty, each building on the one before until she thought she would die from the white hot pleasure that coursed along her nerves and filled every fiber of her being.

Then he was gone again leaving Kitty more alone, more empty than she had ever been in her young life. Then Eddy’s soft tempting voice sensually came to her.

“Are you a virgin My Sweet Kitty………………….. Do you want to learn more of the dark pleasure that fills you?”

Kitty could lie to her abductor, her seducer, but she knew in a few moments he would know the truth of what she told him. She could lash out in anger again tell him how she hated him and what he was doing to her but this dark faceless stranger would now the truth a truth her supple young body expressed more eloquently then any words she might use.

 

[dominiqque]

"Mrs. Finch," said Chastity curtly. "Has Kitty O'Shea left word with you as to her where abouts this morning? As you already know I am to be her new room-mate. I arrived at her room, our room rather, promptly at ten o'clock this morning to move my things in and Kitty was no where to be found"

Mrs Finch eyed the girl warily. "No Miss, she isn't likely to leave word with me, I do have better things to do with my time than act as a messenger for you girls…of all the ridiculous notions".

"Well Mrs. Finch, you are the only person in authority this morning, since Mrs. Guinness is away or so we were told at any rate." Are you quite sure there's no message and you haven't seen her yourself?

"No, Miss… now if you please, I'll be getting back to my ironin' now" and with that she turned away.

"Then again, you might try the nurses office, perhaps Miss O'Shea has taken ill during the night." Mrs. Finch said almost as an afterthought.

"Hmm I hadn't thought of that, perhaps you're right…thankyou Mrs. Finch for your help" pulling the door closed behind her.

She wouldn't go to see Miss. Oliver just yet, that visit would have to wait until after lunch. All this running around had made Chastity Thomas very hungry and she was not one to miss a meal.



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[cgraven]

“Are you a virgin My Sweet Kitty………………….. Do you want to learn more of the dark pleasure that fills you?”

Again that sensually seductive question that tempted the bound young beauty . should she answer him admit that her stunning young body longed to learn more of th world that had been forbidden to her a world that the ladies of Brandt school for girls had been purposely sheltered from. His fingers idly traced random little patterns on her soft inner thighs his head bent to her pert right breast and the tip of his tongue seductively circled her dusky cinnamon areola till it was a puffy mount capped by her taunt rose bud nipple. That seductive tongue flickered at the tip of Kitty’s nipple and then he blew ever so gently across the moist bud. His fingers grazed the moist pink folds of her innocence and they toyed with the hapless captives throbbing clit.

How long had she been his captive? Kitty was lost in the dark world that her blindfold created, was it a matter of a few hours or perhaps longer. Had any one Missed her, had they informed the school authorities, or was her disappearance not even noticed.

“I asked you a question Miss O’Shea answer or I shall have to punish you.”

To make his point Eddy Jesperson slipped a pair of ear muffs over Kitty’s ears now her world was not only dark but silent her only sense left was the sense of feeling as Eddy slipped his finger deep with in her virginal passage to again massage that sweet spot that brought her such dark forbidden pleasure.

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Mr. Hobbs was waiting for Nurse Oliver When she awoke he simply smiled at her as she feel to her knees before the dark creature that she had sold her sold to.

“My dear rest in bed I shall attend to any who need care today.”

The young woman bit her lower lip and demurely cast down her eyes so as not meet the glowing coal of Hobbs’s.”

“Yes Master.”

Hobbs assumed the guise of Dr. Mallory the physician that attended to the young ladies of Brandt school for girls. He patiently awaited for Miss Chastity Thomas and smiled at the thoughts of using the proud little beauty as a passing deverssion.

 

[dominiqque]

This thread has ended. My apologies to CGRaven, who has kindly shared his writing talents with me for this short time.