FOUNDLING: UNACCUSTOMED VISITORS

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

That very different school bus was parked along with the usual type in the lot beside the downtown Geneva Art Gallery.

An unscheduled display of Americana by the US Embassy had brought students from the prominent private schools all week to view this one time exhibit of Andy Warhol originals. Many were from private galleries and had never been displayed before, or would be again in Europe. Security was doubled as both Swiss police and American embassy people were stationed everywhere.

A class of little girls, in dark blue pleated skirts, white blouses and light blue jackets were currently in one room reserved for the huge piece displaying Marilyn's portrait. An art teacher and another adult female in dark gray suits were explaining the significance of the cultural icon to the Americans. "Some of you are American and may be able to explain her significance to your fellow classmates" The teacher said. She was looking at Foundling standing holding a smaller blond girls hand near a security guard. Foundling and her friend were looking at the security guard and not paying attention to their teacher. A mistake they would pay for with a dozen applications of the switch on bare rears in from of the class tomorrow, the teacher noted.

Foundling heard the teacher and her tight little rear winced at the thought of the switching she was going to get for not paying attention. But she was looking up into the eyes of Mavis, and everything else just did not matter. Vicki was stationed covering the doorway leading to the nearest exit. She was sure all the rest of the Embassy guards being female was not an accident. The entire team was here just to rescue her. "My side has a very long reach too," She thought.

As the class was led on to the next room, Mavis said to Foundling. "Are you here willingly now? If you want, we will have you in your own home tonight" Foundling thought of her idyllic life with Evans and Mavis. It would be only for a few months and Melissa just could not cope without her. "I am safe and content to say until summer vacation. Melissa can not cope without me. But I love you, for just being here" She said to the now smiling Mavis.

"See you later, then" Vicki said as the two little girls walked past.

And holding the amazed little Melissa, walked off to be her new class was assembling in front of a huge picture of red soup can.

"Now why that is considered art is much more a puzzle to me than my life has become," Foundling thought to herself. I now have the responsibility of a little girl sex slave of my own to train and raise. And I am only eleven years old, I think"

The rest of the day was spent reviewing all the Warhol Americana. Foundling had read something of it and was used to give an American's slant to the artist's celebrity status. At lunch in the gallery cafeteria, Melissa almost in tears, had to be calmed down by Foundlings whispered promise not to abandon her. The gray suited Nun came over to ask what was wrong. Foundling explained Melissa's was new to their chosen lifestyle and had problems coping.

The Nun reminded Foundling that female friendship could only be taken so far under the schools strict rules. But would make sure they were not separated as much as possible. Luckily they would miss the kitchen duty rotation this semester, but would start the new school year in the fall with it. As it was the first time Foundling had heard or realized she was expected to be back in September. It had a sobering effect on her for the rest of the day. Maybe she should have taken Mavis's offer.

By three o'clock, the class was outside boarding the Mercedes prime mover that had been converted to an unstoppable school bus for the very private school. "Why do all my school buses look like tanks?' Foundling thought as she climbed aboard. As they traveled back into the Mountains towards the school, the Nun's remark as she checked off the students on her PDF as they boarded, came back to Foundlings mind. "You and Melissa are becoming as talked about as the other two" Which two?' The ones connected together in that alcove near the main door?" Wondered Foundling.

Dinner was much more interesting to Foundling as she watched the nude chained little girls serving and those bringing more food to the serving line. Foundling was passing down the line with Melissa, choosing skinless roast chicken and boiled potatoes for both of them. Will that be us in September, she wondered?"

A girl, not much older than herself appeared behind the servers. A white cooks apron covered a little body encased in black leather bustier, nude below until thigh high boots. Long opera length leather gloves completed this unusual attire for sex slave trainees. Another slightly smaller blond girl appeared behind her, similarly attired. The first girl checked the level of food being handed out, looked up at Foundling and winked. Then walked back into the kitchen, followed by the other girl. Foundling saw neither bore chains or shackles as the nude serving girls wore. "Are they the other two the Nun referred too. And why are they attired similar to the Nuns?' Went through Foundlings mind as she guided Melissa back to their assigned table. In the middle of the meal, as they sat with their first year class, eating in silence, a gong sounded. Foundling saw everyone stop eating and look towards the raised stage at the front of the school. The leather clad principle and another adult female dressed in a teacher's gray suit stood there. "Students, I am taking this opportunity to introduce the new Aquatic coach. She will be with us for the fall semester and from now on. May I introduce Mistress Vicki. "You have to be kidding. I thought she meant after I get back in July by the "Be seeing you" comment this morning" An astounded Foundling thought. Our side has planted one of ours right in their mist" The two left the stage and Foundling pressed her finger up against Melissa's open mouth. The ever-present male guards immediately punished speaking anywhere except the large second floor washroom and their quarters upstairs. It was a good thing Melissa was not aware of Vicki's true identity. But what her true identity was even Foundling was not now sure. Was she really on their side, or coming home to her school? They would be careful not hire an unknown to teach here. Maybe her history was even more interesting than Foundling knew. They had barley finished their meal as the gong sounded. They rose as some hastily stuffed everything they could into their mouths. Slow eating got you an empty belly, as there would be no more food available until tomorrow's breakfast. Holding back food was a punishment that Foundling had endured many times in her short life being trained as a sex slave. And eating as much as she could, as fast as she could, was the first sex slave lesson she had passed on to Melissa.

The young females formed up backpack in place into their classes and began exiting the huge cafeteria. As they passed through a file of guards, one reached out and pulled Melissa aside, Foundling hesitated and stepped out of line with her. " I just want her," He said to Foundling. You can go" "Ed, they are an inexperienced newly matched pair" Another guard said, a tall thin schoolgirl at his feet. " Okay then, you both can go this time" He told them, selecting a dusky skinned girl passing by. The Girl immediately dropped to her knees in front of him, head down, but a smile on her face, Foundling saw as she collected a tearful Melissa and rushed to join her classmates.

Upstairs they followed their class into their assigned room. Each girl bursting into chatter as they stepped into the top landing. Whole days chatter had been pent up and was gushing out. Just about everyone and everything was under discussion and scrutiny. Just because they were being rained as sex slaves did not take away from the fact they were pubescent, or approaching it. Sex, each others foibles or those of lower and higher grade students was up for grabs. Cliques, teachers pets and under performers were all put under the verbal gun.

"To bad you were not finally chosen to please Ed tonight a few girls told them. He is an excellent lover. He forced three orgasms out of me just last week in a private rack chamber a dark Italian girl informed them. And Betty in the last year's class is almost sure she had four under his hand last year. He is a prime stud' "Was I going to be raped by him?' A tearful Melissa pleaded up at Foundling. "No, that gold penis they locked around your neck meant you virginity is to be kept in tact Melissa. But you had better expect to be used in your mouth quite a lot. Foundling told her, whipping the tears out of her eyes with the front tail of her white blouse. Just because I saved your ass this time does not mean I always will or even be able to do. I risked a whipping, just stepping out of line with you" "I know, Foundling, and I will be eternally grateful," The sad faced Melissa said, looking up into Foundlings stern face.

"You bet your sweet ass you will for the rest of your life. Foundling told her, kissing her on the forehead. Now get to your cage and start your homework"

Foundling walked off and asked another older girl in a class ahead of her about the two leather clad Kitchen staff. The girls were separated into classes by experience, not age. Foundling should have been in a senior class as she was already fully trained. But Sister A had placed her with the completely inexperienced Melissa as the little girl needed her and Melissa's owner was expecting to eventually acquire the two as a tag team pleasure unit. They might as well start getting used to each other's company she reasoned.

Elli as the almost black skinned Ethiopian girl was called had been at the school three years. She told Foundling, and anyone, who would listen, that she was one of the specially raised girls the master had been breading for years. A little haughty, but as Foundling spoke to her in Parisian French, the girl decided Foundling was a special girl too and talked to her. Those two are either famous or infamous. The taller blond is an American called Malibu Barbie and the other is her Germanic sidekick Cindy. They have been, and especially Barbie into and out of more scrapes than all the rest of the school combined. They are currently filling in as the cooks for an absent dietician, but will be back among us for their final semester this fall I just hope none of their adventures ever include me. Their own classmates surely do not miss them as they barely survived a disateriouse field trip'

"But I hear a newly arrived pair of American girls are almost as infamous already. Double kidnapping by Red Brigade terrorists, running gunfights, with American amazons and even another kidnap attempt right from an American hospital with chases through air ducts and smelly sewers. And finally ending up here as they were attracting just way to much trouble for their parents to handle" "Well I think both pairs of girls are worth avoiding. We should concern ourselves with being the very best little sex slaves our eventually masters could ever hope for, don't you?' The tall thin girl inquired of Foundling.

"You bet" Was all Foundling could get out as she walked away. "It is a very good thing for her, fighting is punished by a flogging, or I would have punched her lights out right there' The street fighting trained Foundling thought as she used all her control, just to just walk away from the way too arrogant girl.

Foundling returned to her cage next to Melissa and by now the entire class was assisting each other through the various real class homework assignments. A real school class and a sex slave training class alternated a school day. Computer literacy by maybe oral sex and a French cooking class by maybe Japanese rope bondage. The sex classes were a breeze to Foundling, but her ass was always red after cooking classes. She had a very hard time understanding why a female who could get a male off in less than thirty seconds had to learn how to create first class meals. Surely being good in bed would earn her a free ride out of anything approaching housework? But not according to this schools curriculum. So Foundling spent the Sex classes as a teacher's assistant and most others bent over the teacher's desk. But Foundling discovered her own real world experiences were much in demand. Up in the dorm girls from every class soon searched her out for extra advice in felletto or vaginal sex. How to respond verbally to guide an inexperienced boys first use. Or even more important guide an experienced adult male, hesitant to use an underage girl for the first time. Foundling was soon accepted by the final two-year's classes as an equal. Barbie's own classmates even filled her in on their exploits as far as they knew about them. And struck fear into Foundlings heart with the tale of Barbie's whip torture for disobedience in the main hall by Sister A as her classmates were forced to hold her limbs spread eagle by long chains. She could hold almost twice as much weight up as almost any other girl with her vaginal muscles, but explained it was the best way to keep themselves tight for their masters. One girl said it was only the last year's classes that taught the crouch and carry by vagina muscles alone heavier and heavier weighted metal dildo training. But complete kits were provided as part of a purchased girl's owner's package.

They reciprocated and helped Foundling understand the mysteries of changing inanimate powders and raw materials into edible food. Her classes grew less fearful of their sex classes and Foundling actually began to create something edible in culinary class. Now if she could only survive art appreciation and proper decorum classes, but that is were Melissa thrived so Foundling was getting her own little slaves assistance there. Then came the day their class was first scheduled into the huge iron framed glass walled pool area. Giant urns overflowing with tropical plants decorate the perimeter. Chained nude little girls on household duties watered and tended the plants they saw. A shallow leather lined depression surrounded by columns mystified her, but the Olympic sized pool beyond, with Mistress Vicki waiting soon had them forgetting about it.

"Welcome to your first nude swimming class girls. Swimming is excellent ways for females to keep fit and trim for their masters and underwater sex is one way to keep your master interested. But first strip off and place your clothes in the stone shelves by the front door. You come hear and help me," She said to Foundling as if she did not know her already. When the others had walked back to the front of the huge glass and iron structure, Vicki said. "Are you really OK?" Your parents have half a mind to whisk you out of here, but I convinced then I could get hired at my old school as a teacher, and keep my eye on you"

"I am very ok, but if I leave Melissa here she will just go completely crazy without me. She has devoted her life to me and I just cannot abandon her" Foundling forlornly told Vicki. "That little girl is in love with you Foundling dear. You have anthers life in your young hands" Vicki smiled down at Foundling. I was going to kidnap her and give her to you myself, but she has saved me the effort. I will stay here for now and keep you both under surveillance and enjoy myself immensely punishing endless lines of little girls" Vicki smiled wickedly as she effortlessly bent Fondling across her knee and delivered a series of hard whacks to her exposed bare ass. As her nude class returned she dumped Foundlings tearful form onto the tiled floor around the pool.

"Now go and get your disrespectful ass stripped or I will use the cane next time little girl" She yelled at the fleeing Foundling. The others saw Foundling moving through the huge urns of foliage as fast as she could, both hands rubbing her newly tenderized ass and realized this new teacher would not hesitate to inflict pain.

"I think she will enjoy her stay here more than I will" Thought Foundling as she gingerly slipped her skirt off her very sore bottom. She hurriedly placed her clothes over her backpack in a stone shelf, as the others had and swiftly returned to the poolside. In a dim alcove, a young male guard, whose sex a handy little girl on household duty was administering to watched the new young girl hurry back to the pool.

"I think I will try mounting that one on the rack Friday night" He thought.