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FOUNDLING: SOME MARCH BREAK [ part 4 ] The elevator deposited the two in the warm confines of the softly lighted main corridor. Melissa’s mouth dropped open as three nude little girls, nipples displaying gold rings, nonchalantly walked by. “Foundling, you two look like dirty little drown rats” A tall dark skinned girl remarked. Stepping out of a nearby door. “You had better get cleaned up if you plan to join us in the pool” She went on, disappearing back into another doorway. “This way” An irritated Foundling said, gripping Melissa’s hand and leading her through leather clad door across the hall. A ceramic tiled shower room, full of steaming clouds and little sweating female bodies greeted them. A few waived and a few blow kisses as Foundling maneuvered Melissa to a wooden bench along one wall. Melissa followed her new friend’s actions as she stripped the soiled greens off and deposited them in a cloth-bagged hamper. Next she held her hand as they moved deeper into the room. Little girl hands reached out as they passed, slipping across chests and around taunt rears. “A new one? Foundling you just have to share!” A very pretty blond girl pleaded as they moved past. Melissa saw she was already intertwined with a black skinned female in a shower alcove. Melissa was a very private proper little German girl. Foundling may have shown her a delightful method of lovemaking, but she was not about to partake of it in public. And she noted many of the school age girls faces appeared to show similar thoughts of the public goings on of a few. Foundling led her into a shower cubicle and only let a little smile creep across her face when Melissa slid the opaque glass door shut behind them. “Lets get washed up. Do you want to go it alone or share?” Foundling inquired. “We can share in private” Melissa replied, reaching for a cake of soap and proceeding to wash Foundlings proffered backside. The two friends washed each other’s bodies and then hair. It was necessary to wash their hair twice to get the odor of the dank water out. Melissa soaped her chest, rubbing it against Foundlings, giggling as she did so. Foundling felt the slight swelling of her new friends budding breasts and stiff nipples. Foundling was surprised to feel her own little breasts were budding. A slight swelling indicated the beginning of the thirty-six pluses her first master had once told her she would eventually poses. The two showered off and Foundling drew open the glass door leading them both to the locker room. Only a few little girls were around. An oriental girl, new to Foundling inquired. “Are you sequestered here for the March break too?” “It appears so” Foundling replied. Is the kitchen open yet?” “Yes, breakfast is being served and there are three older sisters here as well” The girl went on. They we toweling off and each assisted the other drying their hair. Foundling saw she had long black hair down to her tight little rear. But it was her familiar face that intrigued Foundling. ’’Were have I seen you before?” Foundling inquired. “My owner has catalogued my growth since I was six on his Internet sight” She meekly replied. “Then you are the famous, Foundling said. The little Japanese girl only bowed low and walked away. “What was all that about?” Melissa asked.
Do you have Internet access?” She inquired. “At my private school, but it is very carefully supervised” Melissa told her. “Poor dear. You are being trained for your future as surely as I was” Foundling told her. “After we eat and swim, we will go to the computer room and show you what you have been missing” Foundling went on. “Eating would be very nice right now” Melissa told her. . My stomach is growling.” Foundling collected the towels and deposited them in another hamper. She then gathered Melissa’s hand in hers and they were off to the kitchen. Melissa was absolutely astounded for the second time today. Dozens of little girls sat on pillows, walked, chatted and were stuffing their mouths full of food. A long buffet table full of everything one could want for breakfast lined one wall. Two adult females stood in front, making sure the younger females’ choices were both filling and balanced. The room was painted in bright pastels; Unicorns pranced across green fields or through sunlit forestry glades on the walls. Everything was perfectly normal, except no one wore a stitch of clothing. “Hello Foundling, who is your new friend?’ A tall adult female inquired, handing each a china plate. “This is Melissa, Mary” Foundling replied, filler plate with pancakes. “That Melissa” Mary asked, pouring a little margarine on top and handing her a large glass of milk. “Yes Mam” Melissa told her, accepting the same. “Half of the police in this State were looking for you” Mary told her. She reached up and touched her right ear. “And are again” “Do you know the terrorists struck again right in the hospital last night” She inquired. “Foundling a saved me. Melissa told her. We ran away from them and they chased up into the hospitals air ducts. We escaped into the sewers and eventually found our way here” “You are a credit to both your parents” Mary told Foundling hugging her tight. Just then a shock wave vibrated through the underground site. Dust settled from the ceiling and the little girls screamed and huddled up against the far wall. “What the hell was that?” Mary said out loud. ‘A shaped charge just blasted the steel elevator door open upstairs” The other adult female told them. “Get the girls into the tunnel and seal the blast doors. That area was originally a nuclear bomb shelter, designed for the local government” The two adults shepherded the girls out of the kitchen and across the hall. They opened a section of the concrete wall and herded the little girls inside. Foundling held Melissa’s hand and pulled her back into the kitchen. “They are after us. And will leave them alone if we lead them away” Foundling whispered into her ear. They saw the two adults look back into the hall as the elevator doors squealed as they were pried open. Then they disappeared as the concealed steel door swung shut. ’’You two are jumping from the frying pan into the fire” An adult female voice calmly told them from behind. Foundling turned to see Mavis, dressed in full combat armor standing behind them. “I came hear for a quiet warm bath and a rest. But it looks as if it will be a firefight instead” “I haven’t had the prospect of a good firefight in years” She went on. “You were one of the those with very special skills who trained the assault squads that Vicki talked about” Weren’t You Mom” Foundling asked. “Yes dear” Mavis told Foundling, rubbing her head. “Do you know what is the deadliest animal on this planet?” Mavis asked a stunned Melissa looking up at a female in full body armor armed with submachine guns, grenades, a wicked looking machete and an auto shotgun. “A human female protecting her offspring” Mavis told them. She handed Foundling a small automatic. “Now scoot” Foundling led Melissa back into the kitchen and the office beyond. A Steel desk with metal filing cabinets piled around was obviously the hideout Mavis built for them. But the terrorists would still go after the girls if they thought Melissa and Foundling were with them. And the two little girls knew it to be true. Looking at each other, they stood up from their hiding place and calmly walked out into the hallway. They stood there as the elevator doors were pried open and four figures in black gear stepped out into the hallway. “There they are. Get the little bitches” A German voice, yelled. “Come and get us, assholes” They both yelled and fled down the passageway back into the kitchen. The four men sprang after the two fleeing naked little girls. As they fled into the kitchen doorway, Foundling saw Mavis step out behind them; two SMG’s blazing away. They fled all the way back behind the steel bunker Mavis had built for them as the smoke from the gunfire echoing around them, rolled down the hallways and into their nostril’s. A few minutes later, Mavis walked into the room. Blood seeping from a wound in her left thigh. “Are you all right?” Foundling cried out as she jumped up and flew to her. “Yes dear Foundling. I am very alright” She told her, reaching down and lifting her up into her arms. Foundling smelled gun oil, gunpowder and gun smoke as she clung to her. For the rest of her long life, those smells would bring her back to that moment. Mavis looked down at Melissa who was wrapping herself around Mavis’s left leg, Her blood clotting in her blond hair. “Your father is coming, we must get ready to greet him” Mavis softly said into Foundlings ear. “Do not dare to remove any of your guns or gear Mavis” Foundling told her. “This is what you are to the rest of the world. And what you are inside his house is something totally different because you want to be” Foundling calmly told her. And Evans must be made very aware of that today.” “And you?” Mavis queried of her daughter / fellow sex slave. “I am just a little girl and a trained sex slave” For me that is enough right now” Foundling answered. “And he really loves you very much” Foundling told her. “For a little preteen girl, you have a very old head on your shoulders, Foundling” Mavis’s smiling face told her. More savvy of those around you than I am” Loud noises from the elevator shaft brought the three back into the main corridor. Mavis stood with Foundling and Melissa among the sprawling bodies of the terrorists as her trained assault team dropped into the shaft and cautiously deployed into the hallway. Evans followed and seeing Mavis standing among her dead advisaries calmly walked over them and hugged her close. “You are becoming more amazing everyday my wife and companion” Evans told her as he kissed her. I am very proud to be your police Commander, and even more to be your husband ” Mavis and especially Foundry were almost speechless at this public show of affection from the stoic Evans. Even more important to Mavis was the applause from her assault team as she waked out between them. A rope ladder was hanging in the shaft and one of the assault team held it tight as first Foundling then Melissa and finally Mavis climbed up. At the top Melissa’s parents again gathered her up and thanked Mavis and Evans for another rescue. Back at the hospital again, surrounded by a literal phalanx of guards. They found out the full story of their daughter’s newest adventures. That night a private jet flew them out first to Washington and then back to Germany. Next morning Foundling woke up in her familiar position, lying on her comforter chained to the foot of Evans’s bed. She did not mind at all, even though Evans and Mavis occupied the bed. Actually Mavis was chained spread eagle on it and Evans had spent the night alternately torturing and raping her. Both adults thoroughly enjoying themselves. Foundling had been kept awake half the night by Mavis’s alternating muffled screams of pain and moans of ecstasy. Her new family was developing just fine as far as she could see. |