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A FOUNDLING? The chamber door unlocked and the two adult females walked in. The two similarly attired little sex slaves immediately fell to their knees and kissed the nearest shinny black boot. "I never get tired of having them do that' Sister A nonchalantly informed Sister B. "You are growing more as the master every century' Sister B retorted. "Back to your room" The principle ordered the two kneeling students, who immediately fled. The sounds of their high heels on the hard stone floor, slowly receding. "And these two?" Sister B inquired. "I will order then placed in the infirmary when I get back to my office. It is unfortunate they will miss at least a week of school. But this lesson will not be missed by the rest of their schoolmates" Sister A said to her fellow as she walked off. Sister B looked up into the tear streaked face of Foundling. "I respect your reason for sacrificing your body for your lover. But be very certain this is the punishment Sister A will order me to inflict if she discovers you two in any Female to Female sex act" She very quietly whispered to Foundling, and stepping back, brandished a huge white-hot branding iron in the shape of a gigantic male phallus in front of Foundlings now terrified face. "Be very careful to keep your physical contact within the schools guide lines at least until you are sent home for the summer" Sister B suggested, returning the horrible branding iron to it's usual place in the heating brazier. She walked out of the room, locking the door behind her. All this, the pain burning through her brain from her outstretched joints and her very abused back being forced up against the splintery wood of the huge X frame she was strapped too was overloading her senses. Adding the sharp pain stabbing it from the weights clipped to her tender sex lips and nipples, caused Foundling to slip into unconsciousness or she later hopped she had. Dreams, even fevered dreams of tortured little lost females sometimes travel into the realms of madness and nightmares. And sometimes reality is incredibly even more terrifying. A black cloud formed in between Foundling and Melissa. A shape so black, shadows caused by the flickering room's torches seemed lighter. It coalesced into a sort of human shape right in front of Foundlings eyes. Or was it only in her mind. For she heard it's thoughts, and forever wished she had not. "Young, very tender, her terrified mind slipping into blackness. It attracts me as a black moth to an incandescent beacon. Why not, her possible future is nothing to me, but her loins will beg to please me for eternity. I have not tasted such a pure tender one since I added that other tiny one to my coven of subservient human females." "Order and control, that is what we believed this reality he created needed. But freedom of choice was what he ordered. And those of us, who rebelled, well; I at least still live among his creations. The others have faded to nothingness or hide in the shadows; the ignorant humans call them vampires and devils. But most have slipped into madness and chaos, hiding in the bowels of this and his other worlds. "O, well, I might as well continue to enjoy myself. Corrupting the purest and innocent of his creations has kept me interested for eons. That dietician will at least add a decent cook to my collection, but these ones juices are just too pure to pass up. I could feel her pureness from all the way down in my private torture chamber were I was just finalizing my acquisition of that new female, and need it to recharge. Melissa's screams echoed through the torture chamber and Foundlings mind. The screams gradually stopped reverberating from the walls, but were always just below the surface of Foundlings conscious forever. And forever can be measured only by those experiencing it. White VS Black Good VS Evil Chaos VS Control Freedom VS Opression. We call it many things, but in the end they must be balanced. Both sides know it. Both sides want to win. But in winning totally both sides know that will bring everything crashing down in ruin. For reality requires balance. Sometimes one side will take the lead. But the other side will eventually be given or attain it's time in the sun. That on side appears to be winning may only be a temporary victory, or what the other side lets it think is happening.Over confidence has destroyed many. Even those who think forever is how long they have to play a being a god, or at least a fallen angel. Angels come in two colours and some in different sizes. And some even do not know what they are. They are sent out to learn the human disposition. Those are called Foundlings. |