FOUNDLING: AN EVENTFUL WEEKEND

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 4 ]

"How is she doing?" Mavis inquired.

"I think we should let her rest for an hour or two" Vicki told the assembled females. We can have dinner and bring her out to meet the entire group afterwards" Vicki's ear piece carried the sounds of Foundlings soft sighs and moans of pleasure that punctuated her rushes to and over each orgasm threshold. The batteries at full charge would last at least an hour.

The assembled seven nodded agreement to her suggestions and sat down to decide on their first meal together in years. Everyone thought getting the group of seven back together was the reason the usually somber Vicki smiled so much during that meal.

>>>>>>>>After a filling but dietary meal the girls sat around sipping champagne.

Betty stood up glass in hand.

"It must be time for the rest to arrive soon. We should prepare the centerpiece for display" Mavis and Vicki get the girl ready and Sarah start the glass filling" She ordered.

Mavis walked towards the bedroom with Vicki right behind.

Inside she saw the sweating form of her little sex slave sister /daughter still spread eagle on the bed, and on closer examination turned to Vicki. "I see your skills to both arouse and titillate have been enhanced over the years I have been away Vicki dear. Is she still with us?'

"That remote tapped to her chest transmitted the sounds of both her voice and heartbeat to my ear Mavis darling. You never had any reason to complain about my technique as applied to your own body in the past" Vicki replied as she assisted Mavis to release Foundlings limbs.

They picked her up and removing both the didalos and mouth gag carried her little snoring body into the shower. Hooking her manacled wrists over the shower head they stripped off and then holding the tiny girl between them rubbed soap all over all three and washed Foundlings hair twice. By this time Foundling was starting to come around and hugged Mavis close.

"Mommy the nice lady made me come soooow many times" But my tips hurt, can you kiss them better?"

"Certainly Foundling dear" Mavis cooed and stooped down kissing Foundlings proffered chest"

"You two will just have to learn to share Foundling with the rest of us" Sharon said smiling at the two adult females sandwiching the tiny preteen sex slave between them.

"Just cleaning her up for the centerpiece Sharon" Vicki said.

"Yeah. Right. The first group is entering the mall underground access tunnel right now. I suggest you two get dried off and her into the glass before Betty has your little butts across her knee"

"Promises, Promises, Sharon dear". Mavis replied as they carried Foundling out and rolled her into a big towel. They soon had there dresses back on and Foundling at least able to walk unaided.

But as they were doing up each other's hair and makeup, Foundling took the opportunity to wander away.

Out into the main room more adult females in the same dress surrounded her. Filling the large room with a rainbow of color. They all either kissed or fondled the little girl dressed in nothing but leather cuffs at wrist, ankle and neck.

"She is such a darling little dear, Come here sweet thing, my two should wear this outfit. Can I take her home? Who does she belong too? Is she the centerpiece of tonight's meeting? Does she live here?' Now Pam you cannot have her to yourself.

It went on and on as more adult females came off the elevator and passed Foundling around like a wine tasting seminar.

"Girls, Girls. We have assembled you here to discus the new policing procedures our Commander proposes". Betty told them all.

When Mavis and Vicki showed up, Betty's look insured a session across her knee was in store for both of them.

"Whoops, I think we are in for it, Vicki smiled at Mavis. We better get the steps out and this one in the champagne glass"

They exited but soon returned with an aluminum ladder and retrieving Foundling from the girls soon had her climbing the stairs and stepping into the bowl of the glass.

Foundling found that there was no purchase for her feet in the acrylic bowl and slid down to lie in the bowl, head just above the liquid. She also found the liquid bubbling up from the stem was champagne. And gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Looking down she saw the assembled females had completely filled the large room around her.

Mavis's voice then Betty's spoke. A number of others talked briefly and three shows of hands votes appeared to be taken.

Glasses of Champaign were handed around and many voters began to leave.

By this time Foundling had swallowed so much champagne she was getting drunk. And in danger of drowning in the giant glass.

Mavis looked up and saw her fellow sex slave was having trouble keeping her head above the level of the liquid. She retrieved the stepladder and with the help of the original seven pulled Foundling from the glass. They carried Foundling down and draped her over the edge of the bathtub just as she started to throw up.

"Evans is going to take a strip of my hide for letting her get drunk" Mavis said in a frightened voice.

"Then we had get her dried out and sobered up before you take her home. He will not suspect if she is just tired out from a night of partying". Caroline chipped in. "Get the coffee pot going"

It was after ten by the time they had Foundry up and about. The entire voting group had left and the group of seven retired to the large bed to get reacquainted.

Foundling, actually, only now a little tipsy and with her stomach full of coffee woke up wrapped in a large towel snuggled into the corner of a soft sofa. She stood up and wandered around the large rooftop complex. Most doors were locked, but one opened to a hot tub, but it was unfortunately dry.

She peeked into the big bedroom, but from the looks and sounds of all the activity going on the large bed. No one was very interested in her right now. Having had her fill of girl sex for today she decided to leave them to it. So she grabbed a few pillows from the sofas in the living room and headed back to the comfy hot tub enclosure to nest.

But a tapping sound attracted her past the hot tub room to the far end of the main hall. It was a white cat. How did it ever get on the roof? Foundling slid opening the sliding glass door and the cat stepped in brushing herself up against Foundlings bare legs and meowed. It then took off faster than Foundling could chase it, disappearing into the rooftop complex.

Foundling soon gave up looking for it and returned to close the sliding glass door, and nearly jumped when she saw two shadows standing outside.

It was the Egyptian twins Nina and Naomi. She stood surprised when they stepped in.

Questions flew.

"Have you seen our cat? It ran off and we have to find it" They said in unison.

"How did you get on the roof?" Foundling asked.

"Your white can ran inside after I let her in" Foundling confessed. And was relieved when the two shrugged their shoulders and started to walk away.

Foundling, without thinking rushed after the two apparitions and followed them across the flat roof of the mall. She nearly caught up as they neared what appeared to be a gigantic metal mushroom. The twins were entering by a small metal door and by the time Foundling arrived, were descending into the stem down a metal ladder bolted to one side. Foundling looked up at the huge metal fan slowly revolving inside the metal mushroom head and followed.

Below the twins had swung off the ladder into a square duct right beside it. Gulping at the, at least three story drop below, foundling followed. The twins crawled on hands and knees a short distance and then into a smaller side duct. By the time Foundling had caught up, they had exited through a screened vent.

Foundling dropped down onto a stack of hard blue plastic shipping containers to find herself right back in that dressing room were she had put on the leathers to model for Evans. The twins were back sitting on the small mat. Still nude, wearing leather cuffs at wrist ankle and neck as Foundling was.

"High Foundling, why did you follow?" Nina started and Naomi finished.

"I was bored were I was and wanted to talk to someone my own age" Foundling replied. Do you live here?"

"Yes this were kept by our mistress. To night she lent us to a male friend who is entertaining some customers and we are the entertainment" They replied in unison. Want to help out again?"

Just then a swarthy man in a white business suit walked in. "Three, I thought there was only two? They want you in schoolgirl outfits complete with white panties and knee socks. Be ready in fifteen minutes" He told them and walked out.

"To late, you will have to stay now, or we will be severely punished" They begged in a pleading voice. All they want is a little feeling up, a little spanking of a little tight ass and maybe a little oral sex" They mater of factually satiated.

So Foundling nodded her head and helped them all search for appropriate clothes.

Right on cue Foundling walked between the twins out into the inner store again. Words in a foreign language greeted them as they formed a line shoulder to shoulder. But the appreciative looks in the eyes of the five men seated in a semi circle facing them around a low inlaid table, was universal.

One crooked a finger and pointed a Foundling and she demurely walked towards him, head down. He drew her on to his knee and asked her a question in the same language. He shifted to French, but Foundling fended ignorance.

His right hand landed on her knee and gradually worked upward. Foundling, eyes still lowered saw the twins had been similarly perched. One gave out a short squeal and the hand slipped under Foundlings skirt reached the elastic leg of her panties. She inhaled quickly, the response she had been trained to give. And when a finger slid underneath, she let out an OHHH! Again as taught.

This seemed to please the black curly hared man, with the sun-browned skin, on whose lap she sat on. And when his probing finger reached her hairless slit, she sighed.

He withdrew his hand and Foundling looked up into his doubting eyes. Understanding he probably had daughters of his own. Foundling reached under her skirt with two hands and squirmed on his lap, slipping her panties off. And raising the outward leg slid them off. The short pleated skirt bunched up around her waist. He of course was presented with a flash of her hairless slit as the panties past over her drawn up foot.

This signal of acceptance was universal and his hand eagerly slid under the skirt and explored freely.

But he surprised Foundling by putting one arm around her waist and another holding her outside leg and swiftly reversed her body. She was now lying across his knees and holding her down with one arm, shoved up her skirt. Then delivered a series of hard swats to her tight rear ass cheeks.

This sudden assault caught Foundling unawares and she cried out as her rear flamed from his hard hand strokes. The other men apparently gave him verbal support and after a dozen he dumped her on the floor. Foundling landed on her sore bum and swiftly jumped up rubbing it with both hands.

He laughed and motioned for her to return to him. Tears now streaking down her saddened face, Foundling walked the few feet back and knelt down in front of him, head down. His response was also universal. He spread his legs wide in the soft leather chair and pointed down to were his maleness was obviously swelling in anticipation.

Foundling observed the twins were already down on their knees servicing the men who had chosen them.

This was Foundlings best act in her repertoire and she crept gradually closer on her knees. She reached out her hands to unzip his fly and gradually slid it down. One hand brushed the underwear aside as the other strove to release her swollen target.

Once released, following her training, Foundling let out a short gasp, praising its size. The owner gave a short, apparently pleased response and rubbed her head. She then drew closer and her tong, viper like, flicked out to repeatedly touch it. This drew a soft moan from him and when she drew the tip in, still caressing it, this drew a deep sigh.

Foundling began gradually taking it in deeper, rocking her whole body back and forth. Years of harsh training had taught her to suppress her gag reflex, and she could hold even in her young mouth, most of the male cocks she had encountered.

But her technique was moving him along swiftly and already she could sense the swift swelling of the sperm sacks. After only a few more thrusts he delivered his load into her mouth, much leaking out of the sides of her lips. Holding it in place as he shriveled, Foundling swallowed most of it and sat back on her haunches, as trained, licking her lips.

He then reached out with a soft white handkerchief and wiped the rest of her face and then his member, before replacing it in his pants.

He spoke and the first man translated;

" He has enjoyed your services very much. Are you for sale?"

The twins, motioning him over, spoke to the first man in a whisper and he blanched.

"You, they tell me are owned by the Cabal upstairs. And are obviously both well trained and not for sale at any price"

The men sat back and were proffered smoking tips attached to a Hokkai the organizer of the evening brought out next.

He motioned the girls away with the casual back sweep of one hand and they withdrew.

Foundling followed the twin's out. They stopped at a curtained alcove washroom to pee and clean themselves up. The twins then walked back to their carpet appeared to be settling down for the night. Foundling walked over to start climbing up the stacked storage boxes towards the ventilation shaft, when Nina and Naomi both said.

"Here is your share" Holding out a small gold colored coin.

"What is it?" Foundling inquired.

"A English Sovereign Gold piece" They both replied in their unnerving two at once chorus.

Foundling took it and putting it in her mouth for safe keeping as she reversed her track back to the penthouses sliding door.

Once inside, she closed it securely and checking on the pile of snoozing bodies in the big bedroom, nestled down in the empty hot tub. She then slid the coin up deep into her vagina and quickly went to sleep.