|
FOUNDLING: NEW CLOTHES AND OLD HABITS [ part 3 ] Sometime later, Foundling felt the car stop, move a short distance, move on over rougher terrain and finally park. The trunk was opened and her bag was lifted out. Then pulled out of her bag onto grass and her wrists freed from her ankles. "Walk off the stiffness and go into the bushes to pee. The old man told her. If you do not come right back we will kill your friend' He threatened. Foundling did as she was told and when she returned was given two plain hamburgers and a bag of French fries "Eat and we will exchange you for your friend. Only one will be free at any one time and an escape by one will force us to kill the other" The woman told her,brandishing what was probably Mavis's police automatic. Foundling walked around the small wooded clearing and ate every single bit of the food. Slave rule number one "Eat everything, every time you can. You will not decide when you can eat next" She next walked her to the drivers seat were her husband sat, legs spread wide outside. Foundling simply dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly, withdrew his swelling cock and began paying for her supper. She had paid with her body for every scrap of food and stitch of clothing all her life. Foundling could either bring a male off in thirty seconds or prolong him for as long as he could stand it. Young ones or old ones, she had tasted them all. At least female juices tasted better. All without even concentrating on the sex act. Most times she was enduring punishments or was bound tight anyway. Enemas administered by sadistic lesbians were what she feared most. He handed her a can of pop as a reward. Not getting whipped was what she desperately tried to achieve. When he was finished with her, she was led back to the trunk. "Climb inside" The female ordered. And cuffed Foundlings ankles together and then her wrists behind her back. A gag, made from one of those hollow, hole filled practice golf balls was shoved into her mouth. Foundling saw them both lift out the still unconscious Mavis from her bag and a few tears coursed down her cheeks when she observed her whip mark covered body. They sat her up and applied smelling salts or something as the shakeing of her head showed she was at least alive. As the older female stood back holding her own gun on her, Mavis was freed and heard the same threats. If she fled, Foundling would die. Mavis stumbled off into the bushes and stumbled back a few minuites later. The same meal was offered and she walked in a circle around the clearing, eating as Foundling had. She was then led to one of two tents they had set up. With the gun at her head she was spread eagle on the floor of the tent between large tent pegs.They stuffed, probabbly her own panties into her mouth and used a bungie cord wrapped around her head to keep it in. As she lay their, she wondered if Foundling had acepted the return of her sex slave life. Mavis knew she would never accept returning to trading access to her body for anything. And then the old man walked into the tent wearing just a bathrobe, and carrying a riding crop. About this time the older woman was closing the trunk on Foundling. She eventually drifted off to sleep and was awakened by someone prodding her. She looked up into the eyes of Commander Evans. His eyes were all she could see as the moonlight showed a figure dressed all in black. He unstrapped Foundling and lifted her out of the trunk. Holding a finger to her lips, he indicated silence. Standing unsure on wobbly legs she saw him swing a handheld device in ever decreasing arcs until settling on one direction, he moved off to one of two tents set up in the clearing. Foundling saw him enter the tent and heard a thud. A Few minutes later he returned, supporting the limping form of Mavis in the moonlight. As they arrived back at the trunk, they found the older woman holding Mavis's gun to Foundlings head. "Very nice rescue hero boy, but I was out taking a leak. If you don't want to have a dead little girl on your conscience, unbuckle your Batman junior hero's utility belt and stand back." She ordered. Commander Evans complied, and when doing so, he let Mavis slump to the ground, the older woman ignored her. "How did you find us?" She inquired of Evans. "All of our Police force have miniature transponders implanted under their left arm" Evans told her. " Bring my husband out of the tent and load him into the front passenger seat" She ordered, dragging Foundling before her as a shield as she moved toward the front of the car. "Unfortunately he is dead" Evans told her. Startled she turned and raised the pistol pointing it at Evans. "Thunk! A rock sprouted right between her eyes and she folded over dropping both the gun and Foundling. "I was not called the Brown Bomber" for nothing a panting Mavis said. "Hitting a moving target with a pistol is child's play for someone who had been hitting them with a rock since she was two" Endgame; Two days later two nude females sat on their haunches,side by side, hands gripping ankles behind their backs waiting for their master. "You really have an Olympic Gold Medal for shooting?" Foundling asked her sister sex slave. "Yes after graduating from High school I was hired as a housekeeper, as many poor girls are in town. In my case by a widowed Army Colonel. From Middle School through High School we are trained to obey and be servile to our masters. When he saw me hit the nose of a neibours dog that was running at me with only a small rock. He taught me how to shoot a twenty two-caliber target pistol. When I beat all the soldiers in his units pistol range competition, he had me trained with a real sniper rifle. Actually I surprised him by offering to trade my body for training. He accepted and I spent the next two years working my way up through the shooting levels until I made the Olympic team. On my first try I made bronze, my second Gold. All the while living with him and freely giving myself to him. He legally changed my name and everyone thought I was his daughter. Afterwards I joined the Military Police and when he died last year, I returned home. He left me all his money, invested it in treasury bonds. "And you really are a fully trained sex slave?" Mavis asked back. "Yes it is the only life I have ever known" My original master has trained many females for clients, but I think he just found me wandering the streets or something. Anyway he kept me and only lent me out to cover gambling debts or when we had no money for food. He was also a linguist and taught me French, Italian, German and Spanish. "Which one will he choose tonight, I wonder" Mavis said looking at Foundling. The relatively inexperienced full bodied one or the relatively flat chested, slim hipped experienced one" "We should have an oral contest, but you know I will beat you every time" Foundling chided her. "But my tits are what he likes to ejaculate between' Mavis replied. "And my pre-teen vagina is the one he likes to fuck' Foundling smiled back. "But he does love to bind and whip both or bodies" Mavis went on smiling at her sister in sex slavery. "But you had your backside whipped yesterday. It my turn to be bound, whipped and fucked" The pouting Foundling replied. Then they heard the key in the front door lock and both females squirmed to spread their legs as wide as they could, heads thrown back, eyes shut, mouths wide open. Heavy boots entered and they heard him walk through the house inspecting it for cleanlyess and neatness. They walked up to them and they heard; "Eyes open" "It is done, Mandy has contacted her client and informed them Foundling is dead. Killed along with your master when his car hit a tree. She e-mailed them pictures of the burnt out car and your names on a paupers grave stone. It was part of a secret deal for the reduced sentence" Commander Evans told them. He held out a large brown envelope in each hand in front of each female. "Mavis this is your marriage contract. You will be kept on as my personal assistant and legal wife. But remember inside these walls you are just one of my sex slaves. Sign it" "Foundling, these are your adoption papers. You will become my legal daughter and continue your schooling as we previously agreed. But remember within these walls you are just one of my sex slaves. Sign it" Both females took the proffered envelopes and bowed low. "Yes my Master" they chimed in unison. |