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THE FOUNDLING (from Cambridge International Dictionary of English)
foundling noun [C] ----- She woke up lying on a soft carpet, chained hand and foot to the bedpost at the bottom of a large wooden bed. As the room was knew to her, she wondered if this arrangement was to be semi-permanent or temporary. This had been occurring as long as she could remember, and at least she was not in some cold cellar or outside dog run. Had she been lent or loaned out to cover his gambling debts or utility bills this time, she wondered. All she remembered from last night was he placing her usual bowl of mush and water in her dog cage. This as a reward, after she performed his usual goodnight blowjob. It had been a Friday night and as her grade school was still in progress, it was probably another weekend of light whipping while suspended and a mild rape while spread eagle on the bed she was chained too. Nothing new in that, at least she was hoping it would be. Raising her hands in front of her face, she saw expensive chrome steel prisoner transfer style cuffs and long chains. Around her neck, his wide black leather dog collar remained, complete with numbered return to owner dog tags. As usual its chain lead had been used to anchor her to the bedpost with a keyed lock. But as she examined the rest of her well-tanned nude body, the four prisoner interconnected restraint chains attached to wrists and ankles greatly limited her movement. At about four foot two, flat stomach and chest, baby fat gone as her ribs protruded slightly at the sides. Hairless with protruding sex lips. The reddish blond hair on her head cut pageboy front and hanging down to her shoulder blades at the back. Green eyes and pleasant round face. Ruby red lips with a tong habitually licking them. A typically relatively well fed, tanned all over, warm climate raised American grade seven pre-teen. This might not be to bad a weekend after all she surmised. There was a steel bowl of water within reach and an enameled hospital style commode peeking out from under the bed. Whoever she had been loaned out to, this showed at least some previous pet owning experience. It was the first timers that she feared being lent too the most. Looking around, the bedroom was obviously that of an adult male. No currently popular bands or strident movie posters on the neither wall nor soiled clothes scattered about. Being used to give a pubescent male his first taste of a female had occurred often enough. Might as well empty her bladder and drink a little water before someone arrives to use her, she thought. The bedpan contained a smell absorbing kitty litter and the water some trace taste new to her. It must have been about noon by the light streaming through the window blinds and the growling of her empty stomach. The water was all gone and she hopped somebody would be around soon to feed her. Withholding feeding was a very common obedience-training tool. Just then she heard the door being unlocked and she immediately sprang into the "Receive" position. On her knees, legs spread wide, back straight up, hands clasped behind the head, fingers interlaced, elbows pulled back as far as they could go, mouth open, eyes shut. "Well Foundling, you certainly are the little sex slave I thought you were when I found you in the trunk of that car wreck last night on the interstate. The driver was very dead and when I popped the trunk there you were trust up like a hog stuffed in an old army duffel bag wrapped inside two soft blankets. When he lost control and hit that big old tree, it was all that padding that probably saved your life. Not wearing his seatbelt sure ended his" An adult male voice informed her. "You were not his child as your DNA does not match" Tears flowed down her face, not her father; he had at least fed and clothed her all her life. But her eyes did not dare open; he had trained her very well. She felt a large rough hand caressing her hair. " Do not worry little one, we have had experience with pets before around here. Open your eyes now." The same voice ordered her. Her eyes opened to see a State trooper senior officer complete with riding boots, stiff brimmed hat, and mirrored sunglasses. "The man driving the car had suitcases full of both your clothes. A later check showed he was wanted on numerous fraud and check kiting offences. I removed everything that will connect you to him before I called in backup. Lucky for both of us I always do at least one nightshift on the highways a week to keep my staffs moral up" He went down on his knees in front of her, removed his hat and sunglasses and looked directly into her eyes. "This is the deal, foundling, the large male told her. I am the head of law enforcement around here and a widower with no kids or family. I will feed, clothe and pay for as far up the educational ladder as you brains can take you. It return you will be my sex slave for as long as I desire. Either that or you are turned over to the state juvenile authorities. A deal?'" "Yes Master, It is a deal" She replied looking up into his apprehensive weather beaten face. He picked her up through the armpits and actually surprised her by planting a kiss on her lips. Standing her back on her feet, he announced, "Welcome to Ropeville, Foundling" |