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CALL ME BOB - JASON'S VICTIMS [ part 2 ] Andrew Thomas groaned, he was sitting at his desk dictating a letter to his secretary, Martha, although she was having problems with her shorthand. Under her skirt a 10 year-old boy was sucking her cunt, he was naked and had his arms tied to the legs of the chair which forced his face into Martha’s lap. Under Andrew’s desk was a naked 9 year-old, she had her arms tied behind her back, her legs tied by the thighs and ankles with a small piece of rope tied between the two forcing her into a kneeling position. The young girl had a ring gag in her mouth forcing it open, behind her head was a mesh which was attached, by elastic to a belt around Andrew’s waist, she could pull her head back slightly . . . only to be forced back into position, spearing into her mouth was Andrew’s cock. “To Alderman Garcia, private home address. Dear sir, with regards to your enquiry of the 4th. We would be pleased to supply you with an assortment at your next party. We have several untried fillies which would be able to be used by your guests. New para. With regards to the entertainment, I’m sure we’ll be able to supply any combination for your guests’ enjoyment. New para. Please come to my office to arrange final details. Yours sincerely etc, etc.” “Did you get all that Martha?” Andrew asked “Oh . . . oh yessss, yes!” Martha sighed as the boys’ tongue worked itself away, trying to escape the folds of Martha’s cunt. “Good . . . I must admit this bitch ain’t doing much for me, I don’t think she appreciates what we’re doing for her!” Andrew complained. “Well . . . why . . . don’t . . . you give . . . her . . . some . . . encouragement?” Martha panted with a smile, “We could do with some fun.” She added. Andrew thought for a moment before smiling. “Well I was going to suggest we use her as the main show for George’s party this Saturday . . . but I’m sure her sister would be better . . .” There was a muffled protest from the girl between his legs. “Shelly, Shelly you lost the plot . . . and that’s not all you’ve lost.” Andrew pressed a button on a microphone. “Would Paul, Mike and Donald please report to the administrator’s office, thank you.” He said. Andrew undid the belt holding the girl to him, she pulled away and banged her head on the desk causing her to cry. Andrew did up his zip, “I’ll give you something to cry about you stupid bitch, you’re a drain on the town’s resources, both you and your sister, you’re both going to learn that you have to pay your way while you’re here!” He pulled the girl out, her name was Shelly, she had a sister two years younger called Tina, their parents died two weeks ago and they were sent here, a Children’s Home under the control of Andrew Thomas. - - - - - - - Andrew had met up with Jason in a bar some weeks ago and, somehow it changed Andrews life ever since. “So . . . what is it you do?” Jason asked over a pint. Oh it’s called being a civil servant. I have to administer to a local children’s home, with dwindling budgets as the town’s overspent! 20 kids and not enough money. If it wasn’t for the kids I’d just get up and leave” Andrew said finding himself getting angry. Jason shook his head, “It’s a rough world, and I suppose if you could find some way to make money you would?” Andrew’s eyes seemed to glaze over as Jason concentrated, “Too right I would mate, you’ve no idea what it’s like looking after those brats, all some of them need is a swift kick where it would do them good!” Andrew didn’t notice how his attitude was changing. “Yeah, but I bet some of them are cute?” Jason asked. “Suppose so, I mean take my secretary, Martha, she would be a fox, if she could just get her act together. I suppose what she needs is someone to fuck her senseless.” Andrew suddenly wondered why he was speaking like this to a stranger. “Well why don’t you do it? You’re a man ain’t yer?” Jason said. “She wouldn’t stand it . . . she’s an uptight bitch at the best of times.” Andrew smiled as he said that, picturing Martha on his desk. “Tell you what, I come to your office tomorrow, if she won’t play ball with you then I’ll help you!” Jason said. “You’re on pal, yeah that would teach her. Hey if there was some way to make money from those brats . . . would you?” Jason asked. “What? You mean make them work? Naa! Most of them wouldn’t do that, it’s enough trouble for them to clean their rooms!” Andrew said dismissing the idea. “Well there’s work . . . and there’s work, you deal with kids that have been sexually active don’t you?” Jason asked in a low voice. Andrew looked around, he shouldn’t be talking to a stranger like this, but then Jason was a friend, “Well, yeah, a few. Some of them are split around the other homes.” He said. “All you have to do is build up a group of boys and then you’ll have control of the place, give them some bitch to play with and they’ll do anything for you, just picture it every night you can have a different playmate . . . and what can they do, it’s just their nightmares they’re forcing onto you . . . they couldn’t do a thing against you could they, otherwise the boys would show them the meaning of the word nightmare.” Jason was being very persuasive, his control over Andrew was becoming complete; the last brick was in place holding the real Andrew away. “Fuck yeah, I could at that! But what will you get out of it?” Andrew asked looking at Jason. “I could swing some help, a few photos, or video’s would help improve matters, then there are the parties you could organise, just think people paying you to provide them with little shits to play with. I’ve got connections.” Jason pulled out a piece of paper, “think about it . . .” he said and drained his drink. Andrew sat there, pictures of the children running through his head . . . everyone of them naked! He also finished his drink and started on the way back to the home. - - - - - - - Jason watched as his prey walked away, Jason smiled as he thought ‘another one under my belt!’ he concentrated and found himself in a dark room, surrounded by several shadowy figures. “Report!” The voice came from everywhere. “I’ve met up with Andrew Thomas as ordered, he’s now doing as I tell him, although he doesn’t know it.” Jason said smiling cruelly. “Good, start assimilating that site, we require high grade whores to keep our clients happy. You’re doing good work Jason, we’re pleased with your efforts, and to reward you go to this address,” An address imprinted itself on his mind, “A present waits for you.” And then Jason found himself back at the bar, he looked around and chuckled to himself . . . life was so good! - - - - - - - Andrew entered his room in the home, there was a night shift on duty, but they were having an affair with each other and spent most of the time in a bedroom than anywhere else. Andrew went to his files, several kids here had been abused by their parents, it made the boys aggressive and the girls submissive, he found one cutie who matched his current letch, he noted her room. Should he take her there or here in his room? He wondered to himself. Laurell was woken by a knock on her door, “Who’s there?” She called out sleepily. “The administrator, I’ve got something for you. Will you come with me?” Andrew said in a normal voice not betraying his inner excitement. “Oh . . . okay!” Laurell said, getting out of her bed and putting a dressing gown on over her nightdress. She opened the her door and found Andrew standing outside, a smile on his face. “I’ve got it in my room, just follow me.” Andrew said and walked away. Laurell was slightly worried, they weren’t normally allowed in the staff quarters, but Mr. Thomas was the administrator and he was the one in charge so it couldn’t hurt. When they got to his room, Andrew opened the door and allowed Laurell to enter, he closed the door and locked it, taking the key with him. “What is it you’ve got?” Laurell asked. “Well Laurell as you know the town council has been lowering the budget here at the home, and I’ve been trying to find some way of raising money. I’ve found the perfect solution and all the children here are going to help out in the only way they can.” He could see that Laurell was puzzled and didn’t understand what he meant. “I’m going to show you exactly how this is going to happen.” He said and advanced on the, now scared, girl. “No! … No please, don’t” Laurell begged as Andrew took hold of the girls’ dressing gown and pulled it off, leaving her standing in her nightdress. “Now Laurell, you are going to take off your nightdress . . . or I’m going to tear it off you! … your choice.” Andrew said to her. Laurell ran to the door and tried to open it, but found it locked and, before she could scream, Andrew was on top of her, tearing off her nightdress leaving her pre-pubescent body naked to his touch.” “No . . . please . . . don’t . . . please . . . it’s not . . . right!” She protested as Andrew carried her to his bed. “Just relax, this is the start of your new life, giving pleasure to men.” Andrew said as he forced her legs apart. “You know the routine by now! You just keep these open while you let me do this!” And he pushed himself into her dry vagina, causing her to scream out with the suddenness of his actions. She had hoped, when she came here, that she had escaped her father, his nightly visits after her mother had died, how he told her that she was now his wife! She was only seven when it started and nine when he died . . . she had wanted to slit her wrists, but he beat her to it. As Andrew pierced her body with his cock she found her mind drifting away from this new abuse, and so didn’t notice when he withdrew, turned her body over and pushed into her ass. Andrew, however, felt everything, she wasn’t as tight in her cunt as he hoped she would be, but that didn’t matter for his first one. He decided to try her ass as he knew it would be tighter around his cock than the well trodden road of her cunt. He turned her over and, after spitting onto her ass, pushed his cock into her, feeling the tightness of her sphincter as he entered her. She didn’t even groan as he pushed in deeper, she’d be just right for those who didn’t want a fight a bitch, he must update her file, will take anything! he smiled as he released his sperm into her ass. Laurell remained in his room, enduring his attentions before he finally carried her inert body back to her room, she was placed on her bad and then Andrew slapped her face to make her focus on him. “Remember not a word about this, or else!” He said and left her, still naked, but with sperm running from her abused pussy and ass. - - - - - - - Later that day Andrew had a meeting with Jason, Martha was there to take notes, although what she ended up taking was both men’s cocks. At first she tried to resist their double assault on her, both mind and body, but she finally gave in, allowed herself to be converted and then a willing participant in the new venture to ‘improve’ the home. Their first ‘joint’ venture was to recruit some of the older children to help, many of these were abused when younger and so didn’t worry about the morality of their actions. The had been receiving psychiatric help, but with the lack of funds the town couldn’t afford it anymore. The girls were used to initiate boys into the mysteries of sex, the boys would entice a girl into a room and do whatever came naturally, of course every encounter was recorded and films created, these were sold around the world - thanks to Jason’s connections and the internet - which made money for the home . . . and Andrew, of course! - - - - - - - - - - Back in the present, the three boys called in were all 12 years old and were carrying on their father’s instructions. All were taught that women were there for their own gratification, and they were normally gratified with whatever Andrew allowed them. “Good Morning Sir.” Paul said politely. “Good Morning Boys.” Andrew said and took the bound girl by the neck. Shelly could only make noises as the ring gag also held her tongue. “You see boys, this . . . drain on our resources isn’t playing ball, why don’t you take her to room . . .” Andrew looked at Martha who thought for a moment. “Room 5 is available and ready, perhaps they can practise their lines for the party.” She said. Andrew smiled, “Oh yes, that would be good, Shelly here is just like her younger sister, who will be the cunt you’ll be working on at the party, I’ll have to get her to learn her lines.” Andrew said. “That’s okay sir, all she’ll have to say is ‘Ow! Ow! Please, not so hard!’ and she’ll learn that as soon as we start!” Donald said to the laughter of the other two boys. Andrew chuckled, “That’s true, but she’s got to learn the ‘Horny Schoolgirl Song’ first.” He said, “Anyway I’ll deal with that, you boys play with Shelly and, if you’re very good, I’ll let her be your room-mate for tonight. She might benefit from the lessons.” Shelly struggled and made a noise as she was lifted up by the boys, Andrew was happy to see Mike slip his fingers into Shelly’s cunt as part of his ‘help’. Andrew chuckled as they went and then picked up a phone, he dialled a number, “Video team, room 5, repeat room 5.” He turned on a screen and then went to where Martha was still sitting, he reached behind her and undid the bonds holding the boy. “Did you enjoy yourself Martha?” He asked his secretary. “Oh yes Andrew, he soon got into the action, I think he’s going to be a main attraction for the hen party planned for the Suttons.” Martha said smiling. A video screen lit up, showing that the team were ready for the boys to arrive, the room was arranged as a young girl’s bedroom, the bed had a pink frilled bedspread with stuffed toys on it, there were pink curtains on the window and a pink rug, the cabinets and wardrobes were white and filled with all sorts of sex toys. It was known by all as the sugar room. The boys were humming as they entered the room, they put Shelly on the floor and then, as they walked round her, they began singing. “We’re the horny boys. We find a horny girl Then each boy took a line with the last being sung by all. “I’ll fill her cunt!” Sang Paul. Then the boys began miming pulling off clothes from the bound, naked, girl. “Strip the bitch, take off her blouse! Strip the bitch, the skirt as well Strip the bitch, the knickers too. Spread the bitch . . . we know what to do!” The last was spoken rather than sung. The boys stopped their movements and looked at their prize. “There you are sis, that’s how we do our act!” Paul said with a sneer on his face. “Yeah! How dare you tell dad about us!” Mike said. “Luckily he already knows about it” Donald added. All Shelly could do was to gurgle in protest. “Yeah! So luck that he used your mouth to show you, but now you’re ours and we are really going to enjoy this . . . pity you won’t!” Paul said sniggering and then waved his hand towards Shelly, “Stretch the bitch!” He ordered the other two. The two boys quickly untied Shelly from her bonds, and then, holding an arm and a leg each, pulled the girls’ legs apart, while Paul undressed and rubbed his cock into a hardness. He walked to stand astride Shelly’s face and looked down at her. “And now sis, your first taste of my cock.” And he pushed his cock into Shelly’s mouth and causing her to choke as it went into her throat. Paul took a couple of strokes before removing his cock from her mouth, he then pulled the ring gag out of her mouth. “Oww! Please Paul don’t . . . you’re pulling me apart, splitting me up!” Shelly screamed out. “Oh no sis, We’re not splitting you . . . that’s for later! But I am going to split something now!” Paul said as he got between her legs, “Look into my eyes sis ‘cause here I come!” And he pushed his body down, forcing his cock deep into her virgin body. “AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH! … Oh God!” Shelly screamed out as her bymen was ripped to shreds. “Oh yes. God you’re tight sis! Just think how Tina’s going to feel when we pop her!” Paul whispered into her ear. “Oh no . . . no you can’t . . . you can’t she’s too . . . OWW!” She screamed out as Paul pulled almost completely out, before driving himself back down and into the stretched girl. Paul then started pumping away on the girl, each stroke forcing her to groan as the air was driven out of her body. “Okay bro’s let go of her legs and I’ll roll her over, who’s for her ass?” Paul asked. “That’s mine Paul; Donald got the last bitch’s ass, so I’ve got the cherry now!” Mike said as he released Shelly’s leg and Donald did the same with his portion of Shelly. Paul grabbed hold of Shelly and turned her over so that she was on top of him, but he wrapped his arms and legs around the young girl, holding her impaled on his cock. Mike was soon behind the girl, he lubed up his cock from a tube which he took from a cabinet before he got behind the girl and pushed his cock in her ass. Shelly struggled as he lodged his cock behind her sphincter muscle, “Oh . . . no . . . no, no in my . . . AAAAIIIIeeee!” She screamed out in her new agony. “Oh yeah! Right up the old shitter, and God she’s tight with your cock in her cunt.” Mike said, then he started pumping in and out while Paul began moving his hips, the pair pushing together inside the girl. “No . . . no please no, you’re killing me!” Shelly cried out in her pain. “Donald, shut her mouth!” Paul ordered and pushed Shelly upright to allow Donald to grab hold of her head and, making her open her mouth, pushed his cock into her mouth and silencing her. Each boy sped up to bring himself off, spurting inside her respective orifices. Pulling out to send more sperm onto her body and face. Then, while Shelly curled up sobbing on the floor, the three took a short rest. An intercom clicked on. “That was nice guys, we’ve got it all, we’ll go for the next scene when you’re ready.” The three boys looked at each other and smiled . . . it was going to be a long day for Shelly. - - - - - - - - - - Andrew and Martha turned off the screen as Shelly’s second rape began. “Oh yes, that was good, they’re going to deserve their bed mate tonight.” Andrew said and turned to the boy, Johnny, who was rubbing his cock. “You enjoyed the show?” he asked the boy. “Yes sir, it looked really good the way they did her, can I try it?” Johnny asked. Andrew looked at Martha, “Do you want to be a slice of bread?” He asked her. “Oh yes, I’ll like doing that . . . but where?” She asked. “I think on the floor.” Andrew said. Martha quickly removed her blouse revealing her braless body to the young boy who was closely watching her, and then she took off her skirt. “I never wear any underwear anymore!” She said to Johnny who blushed. She then laid on the floor and beckoned to the boy who almost ran to be between her legs. Unseen by the boy, Andrew was also disrobing, he removed a tube of lube from his desk and began covering his cock. “Go on kid, stick it in her, make her feel it.” He said to Johnny. Johnny didn’t need any more encouragement, he knelt down and aimed his small cock to the mature woman’s cunt, sliding into the velvety slit. He started to push himself into Martha “Oh yes Johnny, that feels good.” Martha said egging the boy on as she brought her legs up and over Johnny’s back, holding him to her. “Yes Johnny, that looks really good, but you know what? … We’re going to make a sandwich, Martha one slice of bread . . . I’m the other . . . do you know what that makes you?” Andrew asked as he smeared the lubricant over Johnny’s ass. “Oh no, you can’t . . . I’m a boy! … You can’t. . .” Johnny said trying to pull away from Martha but failing. “Hey, Johnny boy . . . relax, you just might like this!” Andrew said as he positioned himself and, just like Mike, impaled the boys’ ass. “You are the filling in our sandwich!” “NOOooooooooo….” Johnny screamed out as his sphincter was forced open, Andrew forced his full length into the boy, making Johnny push into Martha in his effort to escape the pain. “Oh yesssss. Now he’s doing it right!” Martha giggled. Then Andrew pulled back, lifting Johnny up and almost out of Martha before pushing back down and into the boy. Not caring about how Johnny was feeling, just concentrating on his own pleasure. “You know, Johnny m’lad, the men are going to enjoy using you as well. You might not find yourself in this position, sometimes you’re be bent over a chair so that the can reach around you to play with your cock and balls, some men like things like that.” Andrew said to the crying boy. “Don’t forget the women, many of them want to use a boy like men use them . . . he’s going to be a star attraction!” Martha said pulling on the boys’ head to make him look at her, she loved the defeated, lost, state they finally went into during sessions like this. - - - - - - - - - - Some time later, after a crying Johnny had been taken by Martha to see a few girls, Andrew was talking to Shelly’s sister, Tina. “Yes . . . it seems Shelly isn’t feeling too well, the doctor has ordered her to remain in bed for the day,” He didn’t add ‘tied to it with a cock probing her body’ but he thought it. “But she was looking forward to acting in the party.” Tina said, “I’ve got to go and see her!” Andrew stopped her, “No Tina, not just now. Let her have some time in bed.” He got up and started pacing the floor, “But with your sister being unavailable we have to get someone to replace her. … Would you like to try it?” Andrew asked. Tina wasn’t really sure, she didn’t like being before many people and this would put her on a stage in front of a whole crowd, but then it was for her sister and so . . . “… I’ll try.” She said timidly. Andrew nodded and took out a piece of paper. “Good, now here are the words for the song, you’ll get your costume on the night.” He said handing the paper to Tina. Tina looked at the sheet. “Is this all? I mean Shelly said she was going to be on stage for an hour?” Tina said turning it over in case there was more to read on the back. Andrew smiled at the 7 year old, “Oh you’ll be joined by three boys and they’ll place you as they want.” Andrew told her, thinking of the various positions Tina would be forced into. “Now you remember the song from Winnie The Pooh, about being a little black rain cloud?” He asked her. Tina thought for a moment and then smiled and nodded. “Okay then darling, sing the song on the page.” Andrew said. “I am a horny young Schoolgirl, The thing about horny young schoolgirls, Tina sang haltingly and then she looked at Andrew with a frown on her face. “I don’t know some of these words Sir, What do they mean?” She asked. Andrew smiled at her, “Don’t worry about that Tina, the people at the party will and that’s all that matters. Now keep practising the song, okay darling?” “Okay sir . . . Will Shelly be allowed to see me?” She asked. Andrew thought for a moment, it would make a nice scene, Shelly hanging over the stage hidden from Tina’s view, but able to see everything that happened. “I’ll try to get her there.” He said his smile getting broader as the thought grew. - - - - - - - - - - I felt uneasy - I’d been sent here with the knowledge that there was something going on with one of the threads that I’d ‘inherited’ from Jason, a nagging feeling that I should be doing something. And so I followed it arriving at Andrew’s office as he sniggered with the picture of a young girl being raped at a party. I followed his thoughts and found his history. ‘What have you done?’ I asked him. ‘Only what I’ve been ordered to do, make whores out of all the children here! They’re making money for the children’s home.’ Andrew said without knowing. ‘,b>What else is going on here?’ I demanded and he gave me a picture of a young girl, about 9, in a room with three boys who were attacking her. ‘Where is this room?’ I said and his mind gave me directions. I ordered him to remain where he was and not to move and concentrated. I appeared in a sickly pink room where two boys were leaning back on a bed watching as another boy had a 9 year-old girl pushed against a wall, while he pushed his cock into her pussy. ‘Oh no you don’t boy!’ I said and froze him in his tracks. “Hey! What’s wrong Paul?” One of the two boys called from the bed. “Yeah, your pecker giving up on you?” The second one called out and they both laughed. I made Paul’s body sag down and out of the girls’ body, she collapsed to the floor, I could see she was past crying and just folded herself up whispering “Not Tina, please no not Tina!” The other two boys decided that something was wrong and tried to get up from the bed, but found they were stuck in position there. I noticed the cameras that were swivelling around and, following the feeds, I found myself in a small room where several video recorders were running. “Well what the fuck’s happening now?” a man was saying. “Donno, they’re just sitting there like some stuffed animals! Should we give them a prod, I mean the bitch is still awake.” A second man answered him, a hand near a button. “Nope, Contact the mark, let him deal with them! That’s what he’s paid for after all.” The first man said and picked up a phone. He dialled a number and waited. “Shit, he’s not answering either . . . What should I do?” The second man said. “Hold on, I’m checking . . .” The first said and closed his eyes. ‘Master . . . we may have a problem’ I could hear his thoughts. ‘Speak!’ the ‘voice’ sounded within my mind. ‘The children’s home. I think we have interference. We have three users immobile and no answer from the drone there.’ The man said. ‘WAIT!’ the voice commanded and I felt ‘something’ brush pass me. After a few minutes ‘it’ returned. ‘Pack up everything, we’re closing down this part.’ The voice ordered and vanished. “That’s enough, we’re leaving.” The first man said. “What! But there a lot we can get from this . . .” The second protested. “I’ve been told to clear out, take everything with us and move to the next location. We’re finished here.” The first man said and started packing. “But . . . but.” The second tried to say something. “Look when you’re told to do something, do it. You know what happened to Jimmy? Just died for no reason . . . well there was a reason, he didn’t listen when told to shut up! Now do as you’re told, pack everything and stow it in the van.” The first told him Still moaning the second man started closing down the video recorders, I closed in on him and entered his mind. This was Rory, he was employed by Roger there to run camera, and he used to be a cameraman at one of the television stations, until he started to take inappropriate pictures of some of the women announcers, some of them in the toilets at the station. He was approached by Roger who congratulated him on his work, and did he want to make money . . . don’t worry how, but it was a new step up. And so here he was making kiddie porn, it was a turn on and he’d managed to taste some of the girls as well, but it was still making money. I then ordered him to remain where he was and not to move, I passed on to Roger, but as I entered his mind I found myself under attack, I tried to fight it but felt something being taken from me and then Roger seemed to collapse . . . like a puppet who’s strings had been cut. I tried to enter him . . . but there was nothing there, just a dead husk of a man. I wondered what it was that had been taken from me during that mental struggle which had taken all of a second but had seemed longer. Whoever it was I was fighting knew that I as good if not better than he was. I turned to Rory who was still standing there. ‘Where are we?’ I asked him. “In the basement of the old school. We’ve got cables from the Children’s home next door, and just record whenever the contact there calls us.” He told me. I ordered Rory to phone the police and give them his exact location, I don’t think they were too interested until he mentioned Roger’s dead body and then they began to take notice. I told Rory to sit down and wait for the police while I concentrated on the trace to Andrew and found myself in the room. - - - - - - - - - - “. . .drew what’s happening? Why won’t you answer me?” A woman was shaking his arm, I entered Andrew’s mind and retrieved her name, it was Martha. I looked at her, finding out as I did so what had been done to her. “Martha, I’m fine, except I think it’s about time to stop all this.” I said to see how she would react. “How do you mean ‘stop this?’ But we’re making so much money and we’ve got the party to sort out . . . did you give Tina her words?” Martha said puzzlement in her face. I checked Andrew’s memory, “Yes, she did receive them, but she won’t be going to the party, I’m cancelling it plus all the other . . . activities planned” I said. “You can’t . . . I mean shouldn’t you check with Jason first? He is the master isn’t he?” Martha said aghast. “Martha? What do you know of Jason?” I asked her. “He’s our master, he’s ordered us to train the bastards here as whores to lease out to those who wants them, he’s supplied us with a list of interested people . . . But you already know this Andrew, why are you asking me this?” She asked me. I smiled at her, “Because I’m not Andrew . . . Jason is currently in a secure prison for the mentally deranged, you can call me Nemeses.” I told her (I’d decided that I couldn’t use my name while dealing with these people, that way I should be safe from revenge attacks.) “Nemeses? What type of name is that?” Martha asked me. “Nemeses was the goddess of retribution, and that’s what I’m bringing.” I said and mentally pounced into Martha’s mind. I found her personality locked away behind what appeared to be a glass wall. I could see her banging on the glass, aware of what her body was doing but unable to stop it! ‘Hello Martha, when I break that you’re going to be free . . . can you cope with this? Because you’ll be needed to help many of the kids now.’ I asked her. I saw her nodding and so I pictured a pick-axe and used it to shatter the wall - Martha’s presence expanded pushing me out of her mind. “Oh my GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE?” Martha said and began screaming as she remembered. I returned to Andrew’s mind and looked for where is consciousness was bound . . . but failed, could I have released it already? Then I found what appeared to be a broken down wall. ‘Andrew, where are you? … Answer me!’ I commanded him. ‘ ‘I’ve come to return you to normal, just trust me.’ I told him. His laughter echoed around the canyons of his mind. ‘ ‘NO You’re still under Jason’s control, he’s made you think like that, it’s not you . . .’ I tried to reason with him but was cuff off. ‘ ‘I’m sorry for you Andrew, I can’t help you.’ I said and concentrated, leaving his body immobile as I pulled out. Martha was sobbing away as I entered her mind once again, ‘Martha, you have to call for help . . . call someone at children services that you can trust.’ I said to her “But I did so much to those children, encouraged them to do such nasty things . . . how can I? …” She couldn’t speak. ‘Martha, you were forced to do those things and then photographed and blackmailed into doing them’ I told her. “But I could feel myself enjoying it . . . I wanted to do it!” She protested. ‘NO! That wasn’t you Martha, it was something that Jason had programmed you to do. Now while you make that call I’ll do some work to restore your proper feelings.’ I told her and started building up the fiction that would become her life, as well as allowing her to cope with the feelings she was having. Martha, in the meantime, went to Andrew’s desk and picked up a telephone, she dialled a number and waited for it to be answered. “Mary Clanville please . . . no it has to be her! . . . thank you, … Mary? . . . No I have an urgent message for Mary regarding one of her charges . . . My name? … Just put Mary on or I’ll have to pass it onto the police!” ‘Oh god that was Sharon!’ Martha thought ‘Who’s Sharon?’ I asked her. ‘She’s the one having the party on Saturday, her and her friends love to use the boys and girls.’ Martha told me and then turned her attention to the phone, “Mary? Is anyone else listening to this call? . . . Good. It’s Martha here. I have a serious situation . . . NO! Don’t get Sharon, Please Mary . . . Why? Because she’s involved as well. That’s how she got assigned to this home! … Yes Mary, that’s exactly what I do mean . . . It’s dirty Mary . . . and it’s going to cause such a stink that going to make Soham a happy memory. You’re going to need a full team of people you can trust, but none of Sharon’s group . . . I’ve got proof, I can show you records . . .How? Oh how come I’m telling you? Well . . .” She faltered and so I took over, “I’ve been framed and blackmailed . . . it’s been hell but Andrew’s had some sort of stroke and I’m trying to bring him down.” I brought a sob to her voice and listened to the receiver. “Okay Martha, I’ll get a team together . . . I suppose we’ll have to include the police?” The woman was saying and then I remembered the girl, Shelly, in the pink room. “Oh God . . . yes and also an ambulance and we’ll need a medical team and psychiatrists to help many of the children here, Mary . . . please hurry.” I said and then handed control back to Martha. ‘I’m sorry Martha, but I had to…’ I said but she stopped me. “Don’t you dare apologise to me! … You’ve done so much for me already! Oh god I didn’t think of Shelly . . . I’ve got to stop them, those three are animals.” Martha said and ran out of the room. I moved myself through the various rooms, when I found a child being forced to act against their will I froze the antagonist and calmed the victim. In one room I found a young girl singing from a piece of paper, ‘I am a horny young schoolgirl . . .’ she was singing. I realised this was Tina. I made her sleep and as she slept I adjusted her mind so that she didn’t want to be in the play anymore. After I’d ensured everything was alright I said farewell to Martha as the cars started to arrive and Mary entered the home. I returned to my body satisfied that everything was now alright at this place. - - - - - - - - - - In an unknown room a man sat, watching a television programme. “ On a lighter note, a Labrador dog has . . .” The screen shattered as the remote was thrown through it. The man got up suddenly, throwing the young girl on his lap to the floor, “We had so much invested in that operation and then it gets ruined! All that income gone! And for what? NOTHING! What the blazes happened?” He pulled at a phone handset and barked into it. “Well, report!” “A single person found out about it. He broke our control. Roger was compromised and we’ve lost him as per standard instructions, all he could manage to get was a single name, it could be the attacker or it might be a red herring.” The person paused to get his breath. “What is the name?” The man asked. “It’s Robert Wilson . . . we’re checking records to trace him. . .” The person said. The unknown man thought for a moment and then shook his head, “He could be the one who removed Jason from our group, so there must be a connection, chase it up and cross-reference with Jason’s recruits, then get rid of him, use anyone available.” He added and smiled, soon that thorn called Robert Wilson would be out of his side. He returned to the girl and pulled her to her feet. “Time for you to pay for your rent, you young whore.” He said and dragged her to the bed. |