NEXT FOUNDLINGS

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

After Oral class came art appreciation. A class Foundling dreaded. She could not tell a Moniet from a Picasso. And the teacher seeing her bottom already reddened by the previous teacher, whacked her upturned palms instead.

"That other American, Barbie was a first class Feliatrix and a very poor art appreciation student as well. Maybe the two skills are not compatible in the same little girl," She said as she whacked Foundlings palm for the tenth stroke.

A very sorely abused Foundling limped to the next class. It was proper walking posture. A girl had to walk all the way around the class with a picture of water balanced on her head as she stepped up and down stairs and slid in and out of car doors. Foundling usually preformed reasonably well in this class. But today, as she crouched down to slide her ass across the car front seat between the two doors, her severely abused ass caused her to winch and her picture of water cascaded all over her.

Mistress Kipling, a very proper British matron, searched Foundlings abused body for a place to inflict punishment and settled on her backside. As the rest of the class endlessly repeated the walking and car egress maneuvers accompanied by the screams of Foundling as Mistress Kipling stripped her bare backside with a quirt as she lay facedown across her desk.

Foundling could barely stand the touch of her school blouse on her back as she walked with her classmates to the next class. As they passed down the main stairs to the ground floor, the White leather clad Nurse reached out and pulled her aside.

"Every time students are punished, you are required to visit the second floor washroom. There you will be examined, wounds treated and sent on your way with a note on your PDF, excusing your tardy arrival to the next class. Punishments are daily occurrences here, but your bodies are our property and we look after them" She told Foundling. As you joined midterm, you probably missed the introduction lecture"

Inside Foundling was led over to a central area and told to strip completely off. She complied and two similarly clad nurses applied soothing ointments to her rear, palms and backsides. As Foundling stood in the center of the three, a screaming Melissa ran into the room and sliding the last few feet on her knees wrapped her arms around Foundlings legs, sending her sprawling.

Two male hall monitor guards came running in after hear and swiftly pried the two apart. The lifted little Melissa by her thin arms and carried her over to the rear wall of glass blocks. As Foundling stood dumfounded, they hung her by her tiny wrists and tore her school uniform off in tatters.

Then as she rose up in front of them, arms spread wide by an iron bar, they proceeded, one in front and one in back to flog the little creature squirming and screaming in between them. Without thinking of the consequences, Foundling ran up and threw her body around Melissa's. The guards did not stop their whipping and their floggers struck both little girls, though Foundlings body shielded Melissa's from most of the strikes.

After covering Foundlings body with stripes, the two guards easily hauled her off Melissa's body and dragged her over to another set of shackles at the end of another spreader bar and hoisted her up beside her little friend.

They then proceeded to flog each little girl's body unmercifully until they both fainted away from the pain.

Someone's voice screaming in pain woke Foundling. It was then she realized it was hers. Her limbs were stretched out taunt and her thorily agonized back was pressed up against a rough wooden surface. Her tear filled eyes looked out across a flickering torch lit room at the still unconsciouse tiny body of Melissa stretched out on an X frame across the dark stone walled room. She saw glinting metal weights hanging from her nipples and clit lips, realizing her own body was similarly clipped.

Then the iron bound wooden door opened and a very tall blond amazon dressed in Black dominatrix attire walked in. She glided over to wear Foundling hung and reached up and glassed strong fingers around her chin.

"I usually do not entertain first year students down here, but made an exception in your cases. You freely put your body in harms way for your little friend over there and got you both much deeper in trouble" The tall blond amazon told Foundling.

"She was being given a light flogging for a first offence of speaking, actually in her case screaming as she ran through the hallways. Her back would have healed in days, but now it will be weeks before your marks disappear.

The door opened behind her and the school principle walked in.

"Sister A", the tall female bowed slightly.

"Sister B" The Leather clad Principle replied.

"You two are already becoming as much trouble as that other two, so I have arranged a meeting" Sister a told Foundling. Maybe you can avoid many of the other two's punishments, especially Barbie's if you have a little talk together"

Sister A walked back to the door opened it and ushered the two cooks in. The two black clad cooks immediately dropped to their knees, and started kissing the Principles boots.

"And you can learn proper respect for your Masters from these two. Ask them about their current Mistress's training style. They fear her almost as much as they fear me. And that is one lesson you had better learn very well Foundling dear' The principle threatened, in a voice that chilled Foundling to the bone.

The principle then led the Dominatrix out of the room, their high heel boots clicking on the flagstones that formed the floors, locking the door behind them.

The two leather clad cooks stood up and walked over to were Foundling hung in pain.

"We hear you are a formidable felatrix, The slightly taller one noted. As I am considered the finest this school has ever produced, we must have a contest some day".

"Your mouth is not the only part of your body you are over proud of flat chestted one" Her friend chided. My name is Cindy and this little mouthier one is the infamous Malibu Barbie" The slightly shorter one told her with a slightly Germanic lilt to her voice.

Foundling looked down at the two and with a hoarse voice replied. "You have caught me at a very bad time. The guards have made a mess of my little body and I expect Sister B will be back to inflict more pain"

"She excels at that, I can assure you" Malibu Barbie informed her. We will both be back in regular class when you return in the fall. And will try to arrange for a meeting this semester after you are released from the infirmary"

"We will not be tortured to death?" Foundling asked.

"You two are a very expensive pair of sex slaves as we are and the school probably has buyers lined up outbidding each other for your bodies after you graduate" Cindy calmly informed the incredulous Foundling. You will probably be delivered to the infirmary soon"

"But I was kidnapped to provide little Melissa Rhingold over there with company twice already" Foundling cried out. I freely turned down being returned to my foster family to stay with her"

"Then you have given up your freedom as we have" Malibu Barbie told her. We two and another will be handed over to my uncle as Christmas presents this fall after I sent here three years ago for sex slave training"

"Melissa Rhinegold, the German industrial heiress?' Cindy perked in. She will be a very wealthy female one-day" I do not see her as a sex slave to some buffoon"

"But we will be" Malibu Barbie chirped in.

"No we won't, you idiot" Cindy sternly told Barbie. Your Uncle will be putty in our hands until the day he dies, and you are looking forward to the day he realizes we will never age"

"You two will never age? A pain racked Foundling croaked. Did I hear you right?"

"No you misunderstood her" Squeaked Barbie, kicking Cindy in the shins.

"Melissa RhineGold's parents were killed by Red Brigade terrorists four years ago. She is living with her Uncle Max and his sister. Cindy went on, trying to pay back the kick in the shins to Barbie. You should try very hard to make sure she does not end up under his thumb. He is a real bastard. Cindy alone will inherit the holding company controlling German companies worth Billions. Some think old Max may be funding terrorist's and getting control of Melissa, will give him defacto control of all her money"

Foundling thought of what this Germanic Cindy was telling her about Germanic Melissa and knew someone, or actually a group who could pull it off. She now had a very good reason to survive all this and determined to be the best little sex slave this school produced in order to eventually be allowed out of here.

This one appears to be writing it's self. I really had no idea Melissaun screaming through the k halls to find Foundling until it appeared in front of me. And Cindy's revelations are news to me too.