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FOUNDLING: SOME MARCH BREAK [ part 1 ] Foundling was bored. Commander Evans and Mavis were up to their necks in the Rhinegold Heiress kidnapping case. The young blond girl had been snatched right out from under the noses of her nanny and bodyguards while she tried on an outfit in a dress shop. Unfortunately the dress shop was in Betty's new big mall right here in town and the store belonged to Betty. Betty was only at least under "House Arrest", but the FBI was here in full force. Which meant Foundling had literally had no one to either use, abuse or even pay attention to her. Something she actually found she really missed. Always being under someone's thumb all her life sort of got her not used to making decisions for herself. Bambi kept her well fed, but Foundling was basically an average North American bred teenager, a fast food restaurant junkie. Bambi, relatively new to the "Owned" life style, cleaned up the kitchen till it shone and every night curled up on her blanket in the bottom of the kitchen pantry Evans had assigned her to. She was still picked up and delivered by the special school bus. And Vicki kept her busy at school. and after with homework. But it was Friday and the next week no schools, due to March break. The house was in disarray as the extensive renovations were about to start. Foundling had overheard Evans say they would move into a hotel for the duration, but Foundling figured they were just too busy to remember. Foundling still slept rapped up in a comforter at the foot of Evans's bed, but tonight unchained, as her Master and Mavis had not even come home again last night. Foundling just stayed up and watched whatever she wanted on the big screen TV in the living room. So Saturday morning she did the unsupervised kid thing and slept in. At least that was what she thought she was going to do. Foundling was roughly awakened with a leather-gloved hand across her mouth. Other hands swiftly bound her in tight straps and then with a gag wrapped around her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. "Shit, Evans is really going to be pissed about this" Was all Foundling could think off as she felt herself carried over a shoulder and dumped in to some sort of metal box. In order to fit in, her head bumped one end and her knees drawn up to her relatively flat chest, still pressing her feet on the other end. The vibration of the road, transmitted up through the box lulled an already tired, Foundling to sleep. Bump! Foundling was again rudely awakened when the box containing her was dumped out, sending her rolling across a hard floor. A loud clang followed by endless silence. A touch, Foundling flinched and tried to roll away. "Was it a mouse, or infinitely worse, a rat" Foundling had once been kept in a dark basement for weeks as punishment for disobedience and had developed a fear of rodents. But uncharacteristically was not afraid of the dark. Another touches, but this time she recognized it. Human fingers. Then two small hands ran across her naked bound body. Soft tender hands with long fingers. They explored Foundling from head to toe. And discovered her sex. Then the hands proceeded to undo Foundlings bindings. Foundling rolled towards the searcher and her body contacted another small body. Foundling moaned and she heard a young female voice admonish her "Shhhhh be quiet or they will hear us" By this time she had removed all of her bindings Foundling threw off the blindfold and spit out the gag. But the total blackness of their prison shed no light to see the other by. The two little females explored each other's naked bodies. Hands caressed, lips kissed and fingers probed. Foundling, breathing hard, whispered "Who are you?" "Melissa Rhinegold" the startling answer. "You?' A French accented voice inquired. "Foundling, just a local girl" she replied. Foundling had found the missing little heiress. But wondered why she, a nobody was added. And then remembered who Evans was. They had kidnapped the daughter of the local Police Chief. And she wondered if they knew how big a mistake that was. Or was it deliberate, to intimidate him? The two naked little girls hugged each other for warmth and solace through the endless hours of darkness. Unlocking of their prison door woke the dozing kidnap victims. Soft light silhouetted an adult male form standing in the doorway. Four masked men walked in, two grabbing each little preteen girl by her wrists. The men pushed them to their knees and thrust neck and wrists through heavy wooden stocks, locking them in place. Shackles were added to ankles with a connecting chain. Foundling was alarmed as the stocks were sized for little wrists and padded to prevent skin allusions. These guys must have kidnapped young girls before. Foundling saw her fellow captive was a tiny little shoulder length blond hared girl with the saddest eyes she had ever seen. Thoughts of a "little lost puppy" Came to Foundlings mind. The girls were hauled back up on their feet and led away with chains attached to the front of their mobile restraints. Out of the room and down a long hall. The two were ushered into a stall less washroom and told to sit on a toilet and pee if they needed to. Their captors just stood there watching them, and Foundling could see it embarrasses Melissa quite a lot. Each girl complied and, when they stood up, a handler washed them off. Foundling felt his fingers probe her sex as he dried her off. And a squeak from Melissa told her she had been probed also. Next they were led out again and after a short hall trip led into another larger room. Foundling observed they must be in a basement or right inside a large building as there was no sign of natural light. A man in a dark blue business suit sat at a very normal desk in what appeared to be a very normal office. The fact that two nude little preteen girls in chains and wooden stocks were standing before him did not appear to amuse him. "You whined so we brought you some company" He told Melissa. Another little girl to share your prison. I am sure she will appreciate our attention as you have" Melissa whimpered and then cried out as she received a swift blow to her tight rear cheeks, from a flogger in response. A hand grabbed her stocks, preventing a fall. "Silence!" The man ordered. "It appears your family requires a little convincing of our sincerity about carrying out our threat" He told her. Take them both to the studio" The two females were dragged out of the office and further down the corridor, Melissa whaling in protest all the way. "This must really be a terrifying ordeal for a free little rich girl" Thought Foundling. But just like another loan out to me" Foundling was still very surprised at the room at the end of the hall they were dragged into. "It was as large as the barn and obviously some sort of picture studio. Big lights everywhere and cameras too. They were moved over to one corner set up as a medieval torture chamber. Melissa struggled but they had no problem transferring her little body to a fixed set of stocks, bending her forward and locking her in. Tears streaming down her face. Poor Foundling got the rack. A rather simple affair with widespread stocks for her thin ankles and a single rope attached to leather wrist shackles and over a horizontal capstan roller for her wrists. The men set about in a very business like manner to position and setup lights and four cameras to record the session. Soon the focused hot lights had the two slaves sweating. Foundling had neither eaten nor had water for hours, her stomach was growling and her mouth dry Two of the men appeared in leather breaches and torturers hoods. One bent down to the outstretched Foundling. "You are not going to like this, but we cannot torture her just yet" And with that he gave the rack a turn. Foundling groaned. Another and she whimpered. A third and she cried out. Her body was now suspended between the stocks imprisoning her feet and the leather cuffs drawing her arms tight. The agony from her shoulders and hips was becoming too much. Not dislocation, yet, but a near full strain. Tears flowed freely and her breath came in short gasps. Hands roamed freely across the outstretched form of the little girl at his mercy. Probed her sex and he gasped when they came away damp with her juices. "You are responding to this?" He queried softly in her ear. "As I am trained to Master" Foundlings voice replied in between gasps for air. "Damb" Was all he replied. And Foundling saw him walk away. She heard a muffled gasp and she turned her head towards were Melissa was imprisoned. The other man was standing in front of her stocks. His erect cock in one hand and a leather flogger in the other. "Suck it or get whipped. He ordered. And if you bite me, you will be next on the rack" Melissa opened her mouth and the tip of his maleness entered. But demonstrating brutality not sex was in his mind and he shoved it in as far as it would go, choking her. And he then proceeded to face fuck her, flogging her backside and rear at the same time. When he was done and walked off, Melissa's sob's echoed throughout the room. Foundling's body was relaxed a notch and her outstretched hips touched the bed of the rack. This respite was short as she looked up to see her torturer kneeling down and getting ready to rape her. His rough hands reached out to seize her near breasts and his mouth kissed her stiffening nipples. She felt the full weight of his body on hers, but surprisingly not his erect maleness against her thigh. The rape of the tender young female stretched out helplessly under him did not arouse this male. Through the added agonies of his weight on her outstretched limbs, Foundling realized he was probably gay. He started to move as if fucking her and Foundling let her head drop back onto the rack bed and cried out as if he was. "Enough" A male voice ordered and her attacker rolled off, hiding his flaccid penis away from the camera. `Release them. Drag them back to their cell and chain them up" It ordered. The two little captives were released, Foundling crying out and fainting away from the pain as blood flowed back into outstretched limbs.
Sometime later she awake chained at neck, ankles and wrists to a ring set in the middle of the first rooms floor. The room in total darkness again. But there was no sound of Melissa being with her. The door quietly opened and a male entered. The light behind him was subdued and Foundling could barely make him out. She flinched as his hand touched her. "Shush, be quiet little one. I have brought you food and water. You are not important to them, but I appreciated your attempt to show I was really raping you this afternoon. They do not know I prefer men and would not like it if they found out. Eat and drink, I will be back shortly to retrieve the bowls. There is a pail in the corner for you to pee in and paper too" With that he left locking the door behind him. Foundling ate, as trained from the bowls, alternating the water with the premixed meal of some cutup meat and potatoes. "I think I have made a sort of friend" Foundling hopped. He returned later, petting Foundlings head and slipping a large hard candy into her mouth. "Good Girl" He said. They have assigned me as your keeper. The other is being forced to make an appeal to her Family for ransom, while she is on the rack. But will be back here soon." He told her for some reason. Foundling lay down on the hard floor, slipped the big hard candy into her palm and dozed off. Years of sex slave training had taught her to catch sleep whenever possible. and hoard food.
The unlocking of the door awake her and she saw a disheveled Melissa being dragged in. They had already chained her up and simply padlocked her to the same ring as Foundling, throwing a blanket down nearby. When they had left, Foundling hugged the trembling Melissa close, pulling the blanket around them. "They raped you on that dreadful rack" Melissa sobbed. Then they stretched me out on that rack and threatened to rape me next if they did not get my ransom soon. My back hurts from that dreadful whip and I am terrified I will get pregnant. How can you be so calm after being raped?"
"Do not worry for me, it has happened to me many times before" Foundling quietly told her. "Why, you are just a little girl like me?" Melissa sobbed. "But you were raised a rich little girl and I was raised as a sex slave" Foundling informed her. "Even now?" An incredulous Melissa asked. "No, My new Father found me in a car wreck and later adopted me without knowing of my sex training" Foundling lied, sort of. "I am hungry" Melissa whined. "She is a little lost puppy," Foundling thought. "But sighed and slipped the large hard candy into Melissa's mouth. "How did you get this?" Inquired Melissa. "A reward for a blow job. You will find males are quite willing to pay handsomely for you using your mouth on their cocks girl" Foundling informed the obviously untutored Melissa. And you cannot get pregnant from being fucked in the mouth" The two huddled together, Foundling easing the blanket between them and the hard floor and over them as they lay intertwined. A terrified Melissa soon drifted off to sleep, an only slightly less worried Foundling soon after.
Again the next day, the sounds of the unlocking door woke the two. Again the four males unlocked them and dragged them to the bathroom. But this time after whiping them off they moved them to a large shower room and hung each by their wrist shackles from hooks in the ceiling. The showerheads were turned on and scalding hot water played across each little girls suspended form. They screamed, dancing on their toes, attempting to avoid the very hot water until it was cooled down. Then two naked men approached and started rubbing soap on each female's body. Their rough fingers invaded every orifice and both girls cried out from the harsh probing. A thick thumb probing into her ass. It's arm supporting her full weight caused Foundling to scream out loud, accompanied by Melissa's screams, probably for the same reason. Left to dangle, Foundling saw through the steam another male recording the anal rape with a portable video camera. There already was quite a few private videos' covering her life as sex slave. The two men turned off the showers and proceeded to dry their suspended victims off with towels. Next they lifted them free of the hooks and half carried the exhausted girls back into the office, dumping them at the feet of the well-dressed leader. "We have sent off the video of your latest exploits to your family. He calmly informed Melissa. If they do not respond positively in the next twenty-four hours. We have promised you and your companion will change places in the next one" "We are hungry and thirsty" Melissa begged. I will please you with my mouth if we can have some food" "A very surprising development, Melissa dear. The leader answered. A dog bowl of food for each of you if you both service us" Both starving females nodded their heads in agreement. The leader propped himself up against his desk, spread his legs and drew Melissa close. She reached up trembling and unzipped his fly, drawing his swelling member out. Then she reluctantly opened her mouth and drew it in. Foundling could see he was very pleased at this development. But Foundling had males to please of her own and the first simply walked up in front of her and, unzipping his fly, thrusting it in her willing mouth. The infinitely more experienced Foundling was working on the third male when she heard Melissa's voice. "Was I good enough?" "Not bad for a first time. I think a few more tries before you are ransomed will improve your performance though" The leader informed her. Especially before I go to bed at night" As Foundling sat back on her haunches the leader walked over. "For a little girl, my men say you are very experienced at all things sexual. Why?" "I was raised as a sex slave" Foundling replied. "That makes you a very valuable commodity little one and has probably saved your life. He mater of factually informed her. I was going to have to kill you as a warning to her family. But now I will take you with us. We will be hiding out for quite a while afterwards and something to amuse us will make our stay much more enjoyable" "If you say so" Foundling reluctantly answered. The two were then escorted out and back to their cells. Melissa too distraught to even complain about not getting the promised food. But just after they were chained up. Another male entered with two dog bowls heaped with food. And another carrying bowls of water. The men crowded into the room as first Foundling then Melissa bent down and began eating. Foundling hearing the whirring of the video camera as the two little captive girls ate and drank as little pet dogs in front of their captors. "That will make an interesting piece to send" The leader said as the two finished. They removed the empty food bowls, but left the still partly full water bowls. And another large hard candy was pressed into each girl's mouth before the men left the two in the dark, locking the door behind them. "Your lesson came in handy and I will remember in the future, how well it worked" Melissa whispered to Foundling. "It has always worked successfully for me" Foundling whispered back. The two captives clung to each other wrapping the blanket around them.
Some time later the door opened and two men entered releasing the captives and led them out into the hallway. They as usual, their first stop was the toilet, to pee. Then it was the film studio again. Both little girls were trembling as they were led again into the large room. But it was to a large bed set in a corner bedroom set this time. The men proceeded to remove the chains connecting their cuffs, except adding a long chain to their neck collars. The two frightened girls were then about to be covered in baby oil until Foundling remarked. "Ingesting that will make someone very sick. You have to use a water based oil" "She knows what she is talking about" The leader said. One of the men walked away and shortly returned with another bottle. They then proceeded to coat both girls from head to toe in glistening oil. "On the bed you two" He ordered. I want s to see a little girl / girl action or you will feel a little whip action" He threatened. Cameras were setting up and lights made ready. The two reluctant starlets lay in each other's arms awaiting the start order. "I do not know if I can do this" Melissa pleaded to Foundling. "Just follow my lead and do what I do. Relax, you will find it is a very pleasurable experience" Foundling gently told her. "Get at it" The leader ordered and Foundling began kissing Melissa full on the lips. As she led the untutored Melissa through the intimacies of female lovemaking, Foundling realized she had a willing pupil on her hands. At first reluctantly and then with growing enthusiasm, Melissa showed she could lead as well as follow. Foundling, worried at first, that she would not enjoy the experience, relaxed and let Melissa play her part. The two explored, probed, caressed and fondled with probing hands, fingers and tongs. Where and when, and why disappeared into the pleasures of the flesh they were experiencing right now. The two little females climbed the peak of pleasure and both squealed with delight as they achieved orgasm. Holding each other's sweating body tight, the two new lovers were rudely brought back to reality when the leader leaned close and said; "You two looked like you were enjoying your selves very much. Not exactly as I had planned, but the video will certainly make for an excellent item" The two sweating prisoners were lifted off the bed and their chains and shackles replaced. Two males led the two back to their cell and chained them to the single shackle in the middle of the floor. This time they were both given blankets and more water. "That was quite a lesbian show you two put on. We enjoyed it very much". One of the men told them. "But the boss says if the ransom is not paid by the end of the week. We get to see how you like getting fucked by multiple males while getting filmed." The two tired little girls huddled close cocooned in their blankets and quickly drifted off to sleep.
But today their routine was to be just allowed to use the toilet, clean up and be fed twice, Foundling noticed only two males were around. The halls much quieter than they had been before and the two men nervous as they watered and fed the prisoners. Much later the same to two men again wakened the two. "Time to leave, little ones. The ransoms paid and you will be set free" One said. They proceeded to unlock the prisoners completely of restraints and walked them to the washroom. This time they had the clothes Melissa was wearing when she was kidnapped. But Foundling was given only an adult males white shirt to cover her naked body. The two were led back into the large video room and right across it. Behind a curtain was a simple steel fire door. One man unlocked it and ushered the two females outside. The two females blinked in the fading light of an onrushing evening. They were ushered towards a waiting sedan were one man unlocked the trunk. "Get in, we are going for a short ride to your release point" He told them. But Foundling felt a quaver in his voice and remembered the boss had told her she was not being released. With nothing to loose the two climbed into the trunk and lay flat. The car drove off and the two settled down for the ride. But they became restless, as it seemed quite a while for them to arrive. Foundling felt the car leave a paved surface and head down a rougher road. Dust creeping into the trunk, making them sneeze, confirmed their suspicions. Eventually the car stopped and the two cramped muscled females climbed out. Fondling saw they were in a wooded, bushy area and it was almost dark. One man stood a short distance away and the one who pretended to rape Foundling beside them. "Over here" The far one ordered. And the two terrified females slowly moved towards him. As they approached he raised his gun and the two little girls screamed. Shots rang out. |