THE FIELD TRIP: "END GAME"

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 2 ]

Barbie revived with Cindy gently washing her face. “Why did he choke me? That choking stuff scares me. I always try to please, no mater how rough they use me”

“Was he still angry that they did not find that huge double headed axe again?” Whispered a traumatized Barbie through a very sore throat.

“He has it now” Cindy told her. I dove down myself and gave it to him”

“Impaled deep in his chest after I used it to cut his head off, what was left of it. The weight will keep his body down till it rots and in a few years, left with the rest in an alcove, his skull will be my drinking cup” Cindy told herself.

“Some males just have to go to far, even with a little willing pleasure slave like you” Cindy lied. After you passed out, he just ordered we clean up again and catch up again”

The two little sex slaves busled about gathering up all the camping material and packed it into the deep windowsill like alcoves.

“Just in case we ever come back” noted the ever-optimistic Barbie. “I have, we will” thought Cindy to herself.

Strapping on the backpack with her prized frying pan in it, Barbie and Cindy headed for the Wolf Headed entrance. Inside Cindy lit a lantern and shoved her hand into the Grey dust filling the hollow top of the altar. Again the grinding sound as the alcove wall moved to hide the pool entrance.

“How did you know to do that and why?” With the darkness enclosing them in the tomb, just the circle of light revealed her dust streaked face.

Cindy turned up the lantern to aliminate the room to its walls and said; “I know you are a clone of your mother. Genetically altered for increased speed, intelligence and autonomic functions. Then given infinite existence by a fallen one. True?”

“Yes, I guess so if you know all that already, but I also have all my mothers life experiences as well as both my parents knowledge and skill in chemistry and micro biology. I will always appear thirteen, but own the largest bio-chemical research corporation in the world. With myriad patents in use by thousands of corporations and medical research labs” Barbie admitted to her very best friend.

“Please do not be afraid, I will reveal my true form to you alone” Cindy softly said. Standing between the altar and the wall, the little thirteen your old body that was her friend Cindy, seemed to fade in Barbie’s eyes. Then re-appear as a large black wolf. Then that too faded and Cindy was standing there.

“Cool trick. Now I know why you always smiled so broadly when I used “Wolfing it down” was all Barbie could get out.

Cindy held her sole-mate’s face between her long strong fingers;

“Very long ago, my kind roamed the world with the Earth Mother, protecting her, hunting with her, as she showed emerging peoples how to hunt, fish and grow food. But we are fewer now and the Great Mother only calls a picked few every century to hunt.” We then lived in the mountains of northern Germany as members of great nations. Moved with them to the warmer climates. And when they decided to store their gold, of which we had no use. Showed them our sacred place to hide it in.

My parents, as I was a rare child in our Wolfen hidden people, were chosen as part of the guard left behind. Twenty young and strong warriors. But after waiting a year and no one returning. They drew lots and half went in search of the main force. When they did not return, the remainder built houses and settled down to farm, fish and hunt.

I was thirteen summers old when Roman soldiers came into the valley. One of the original group had been captured alive and tortured until the valley was revealed. Marius, the Roman General lead his own legionary Praetorian Guard, two hundred strong against them, and they all died in battle. My parents hid me in this room.

When I smelled burning flesh, I emerged to find a few soldiers gathering up the bodies and burning them all in a great fire. My parents were truly gone. Their battle wounds would have healed overnight, but burning their bodies destroyed them finally. A young officer saw me, cuffed me over the head, knocking me out. Probably saved me from the same fate.

He dumped my unconscious body in a supply cart and next day I found myself bound in heavy iron chains in his tent. For a long time I tried to bite and claw him every time he got in range, but finally starvation, and liberal use of a knotted whip, rained in my anger. But with the trauma of my parent’s death, I was forever fixed while in human form as a sweet little blond blue eyed thirteen-year-old germanic female.

Having a little Germanic sex slave and breaking its will were considered recreational activities, suitable for a Roman aristocrat in those days. Maximus was a Senator and a rising star in the Roman army. Mobile mixed cavalry-infantry fast strike formations were his style. He even learned German as many lower Germanic tribes were providing auxiliary troops.

One evening, as I hung before his worktable, after he had warmed me up with a usual thorough whipping, before raping me as I hung there. He started talking to me about my people and why, if he had enough financial backing, he could raise armies to oppose the tyrant Marius had become. This appealed to me, as setting Roman against Roman was a way to avenge my peoples and especially my own parents.

The next day, He led a team of twenty packhorses up into these mountains. I was chained naked, walking behind the last horse, as a sex slave should be. When we reached the ruins outside, he made camp and I alone went into the hidden valley and spent a week hauling gold items back to fill the saddle bags. On the last night I was resting from those excursions he gently made love to me, and I freely gave myself to him.

But in the morning twenty Praetorians returned, killed him for opposing Marius and tried to kill me. I escaped and hunted them all down before they could leave the valley”

Cindy’s smile was enough to chill any adult’s heart. “That gold became the basis for a fortune that has become Switzerland’s largest Banking Empire. This little thirteen-year-old eternal, through proxies controls the single largest pool of investment money in Europe”

“It cannot be an accident that we two met? We are both, eternally thirteen and incredibly wealthy”

“And still happy to be pampered little sex slaves” replied Barbie. Leaning forward to give her sole-mate a mischievous peck on the cheek.

“You are just so, so,’ sputtered Cindy

“A California Barbie Just Now Girl” quipped Barbie, ducking under her friend’s halfhearted swat.

The two friends walked out of the tortuiouse tunnel leading from the pool, to find Sister Monette waiting for them. Or actually waiting for David her lover.

“Were is David?” she asked. “He left me with a poor pencil sketch map, and I have gotten lost twice getting here” “

”Sister, he left hours ago, ordering us to clean up and catch up again” Answered Barbie truthfully, as she knew it. Sister Monette was wearing clothes more suitable for hiking than the usual leather nun’s habit worn at school. Outdoor life was not new to her.

“Which way would he have gone?” she said looking around.

“Down this path of trampled grass” pointed Cindy. The three set off, but the pace was not that rapid, as the dry grass was often replaced with stony outcrops. Twice they got lost and twice they just happened across the trail by chance, thought Sister Monette. But Barbie knew her friend Cindy could follow a human in the dark by scent, never mind tracks.

“Are you here to bring us back to the school?” asked Cindy, innocently “Well really, David has been very nice to me lately and I have done some things for him. And in return he promised to take me away with him” Sister Monette, smiled at the reminiscence of his attentions and hard body in her bed.

“ Does he intend on sharing the gold with you?” again an innocent look was on Cindy’s face.

“Gold, what gold?” “All I know is he promised me a new life right after this field trip if I let the chef look after the additives being put into your feed” a puzzled adult female, beginning to suspect she was lied to, replied.

But now it was getting dark. Sister Monette suggested they stop for the night. The two little sex slaves soon had a roaring fire going, but said they had no food, nor had even eaten in two days. Sister Monette produced, from her backpack, sealed bags full of energy bars, candies and even premixed soup and coffee powders. Barbie whipped up very filling soup, and Cindy supplied some eatable tiny sweet berries she said were growing nearby.

Sister Monette was relaxing after the meal and took off her hiking boots and put them in sealed plastic bag. As she did so, Barbie noticed gold chain and coin around one ankle.

“You are a graduate of our School?” they both queried. “Yes, my Argentine father wanted a boy to follow in his footsteps, but all he got was me. He ignored me for years until fever and trying to bear him a son killed my mother when I was nine. Right after her funeral, he dragged me into his kitchen and chained me up like a dog. From then on, I cleaned and polished every pot, pan and the floor repeatedly. Eating from the trough were anything left on customer’s plates was dumped. When not cleaning up, I was used to replace my mother as a sex object. But one day, he asked me to bring him a spatula, the next a spice. And then from that day on. He taught me everything he knew about cooking.

He still used me for sex. And when he traveled to his huge cattle ranch in the pampas of central Argentina took me along. There his loyal goucho’s taught me how to use bolos and the long bullwhip. And I taught them how a little pre-teen could keep twelve males happy in response to their kindness.

Then he married a much younger neibors daughter and less than a year later; he had the son he wanted so much. A month later I was just sold off as so much excess baggage, and ended up at the school. There I was Maurice’s, protegee before you were Barbie. And was Sister A’s best whip student to boot.

After two great years, when I reached my thirteenth birthday, I was sold to an American who had a TV cooking show and numerous books published. He taught me everything he knew and wondered why being chained in his kitchen eating table scraps was not upsetting to me. He whipped me often, but did not really know how to inflict pain as my own father’s goucho’s did to me. After being with him for eight years he died of cancer and left me everything in his will. But I returned to the school and was given the dieticians job, but really want the chef’s”

As they suddenly became very drowsy Sister Monette offered to share her sleeping bag, and all three were soon sound asleep intertwined. About midnight, Cindy slipped out of the sleeping bag and silently moved away.

The next morning Sister Monette woke to the smell of coffee and found the two little cooks waiting, with fresh coffee, food and warm water to wash in.

“If I ever go camping again, I will ask for you two” she complimented.

“Especially if you promise to use Red Indian outdoor tortures on use” chimed in Barbie.

‘Bonk’ Cindy hit her on the head with a piece of firewood. “Always thinking of more ways to get it off aren’t you?” laughed Cindy and that got them all laughing.

Setting out early, this time they did not get lost. By noon they found four little girls wandering lost, an hour later six more and by noon had rounded up all eighteen.

“Were is David, Kevin and the other three?” asked Sister Monette. “We have not seen them since last night. They stopped us as it started to get dark, and seemed worried. So worried they left us alone. We helped build a fire and then huddled close. Kevin and another went back up the trail to find David, and the other two just were not there when we woke up this morning”

Barbie sneaks a look at Cindy, who was standing slightly away from the rest. A very satisfied smile on her face.

Sister Monette took charge and set about checking the girl’s for wear and tear. From a hip pouch she produced bandages and salves, setting about to the best she could. She even tore up her blanket to wrap around the worst bloodied feet. The two cooks stirred up a broth, but not having any thing to dispense it into lined everyone up and spoon-fed the lot. By mid afternoon they were off, and making a reasonable pace.

It was starting to get dark when they arrived at the “Bus”. “David had the key,” said Becky-Sue.

“Can I borrow your PDF Sister?” asked Cindy. “Here, what good will it do you?” said Sister Monette, handing it over. Cindy opened it, and her fingers flew over the keys. The “Bus’s” engine roared into life and the main door opened. “Geocentric Satellite positioning and remote control” said Cindy, I keep up with all the latest gadgets and saw the panel over the drivers position when we boarded.

"And own the corporation that runs them" she thought to herself.

Sister Monette was not to familiar with huge vehicles and bashed a few trees flat as she drove down the valley. But that was what the huge artillery tractor turned into their school bus for. Getting through, no mater what stood in the way.{ Or Drove }

Eventually around ten PM it arrived at the main gate of the refuge. A lodge was on one side and four Mercedes Limo’s and a police car were pulled up out front. Sister Monette got out and was greeted by four fellow Sisters in gray business suits. The police ran out and moving past the four Nuns grabbed her,cuffing her arms behind her back. Their activities came to a halt as two little nude pre-teens ran out and grabbed onto the cuffed female’s legs. "She saved us, fed us, and kept us safe from the cold" They tearfully pleaded.

Both the police and the Sisters stood there totally flabbergasted, but for different reasons. "Cuff Me instead, I like being chained up and whipped" one dishevelled, nearly flat chested, child-woman pleaded through tear filled eyes. Both naked pre-teens held there wrist's up invitingly. "Oh-My" was all the Swiss police chief could get out.