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FOUNDLING: AWAKEN FROM A LONG SLEEP Foundling woke up in that infirmary cage again. She was lying on her stomach. A bowl of raw hamburger meat right in front of her nose. Without thinking she wolfed it down, licking the blood from her fingers when the bowl was empty. Later the door opened and that oriental nurse walked in. This time her face showed a little fear as she walked over to Foundlings cage. "You are finished with that bowl?" Her quaking voice inquired. "Yes Mam" Foundling replied, slipping the bowl end wise through the bars. The nurse reached up with operating theatre gloves and took the bowl. Her eyes seemed full of wonder or fear to Foundling. She moved down a ways and repeated the words and received another bowl from a gage further along the row. She then backed away from the cages, never turning her back on them as she exited the room. A little while later a trembling little girl, obviously on cafeteria duty by the chains and shackles decorating her nude body. And carrying a tray holding two more bowls was thrust in the room. The door locked behind her and then when the sound of the cages unlocking was heard. Approached each cage and opening it handed the occupant another bowl of raw hamburger. She swiftly closed the cages and backed away from them, knocking on the door when she reached it. The sound of the cages locking was followed by the door unlocking and a white leather covered hand reached in and pulled the tearful little girl out. " I wonder what should be stranger. Foundling thought. "My eating raw hamburger for the first time in my life, or the people arounds reaction to it?" A while later, a voice announced "Washroom break" And the cage doors unlocked. Then a door at the far end of the room unlocked exposing a washroom. Foundling tenderly slid out of her cage, seeing Melissa and two other girls doing the same. She gingerly walked over to her smaller friend and held out her hands. Melissa responded and her face looked into Foundlings. A deathly chill spread through Foundling as she looked at her friend. Her eyes were cold, no dead. She appeared to be an animated mindless doll. "Are you OK?" Foundling inquired. Your body does not look to be too badly marked" "I appear to be healing up rather quickly. I suppose I am just a fast healer" Melissa replied. Your marks have almost faded as well" Foundling, for the first time looked down at her body. It should be crisscrossed with bright red whip marks. But thin pink was all there was left. She touched her nipples and quim. Not feeling any pain from where heavy weights must have tenderized the skin puzzled Foundling. The first time she had been subjected to this torture, she could not bear even a tee shirt touching her tips or sex lips for over a week. The other girls incarcerated while recovering from punishments or sport injuries had used the loo and assembled in a bunch near the washroom door. Foundling took Melissa's hand and walked with her to the washroom. Her hand was as cold as stone. Each used the faculties and about fifteen minutes later crawled back into their cages when told to by the voice. Quite a while later Foundlings cage unlocked and the voice instructed her to stand by the door. When the security camera mounted up in the wall showed she had complied. It unlocked and the nurse, backed up by two guards indicated she enter the main area of the infirmary. The nurse took her hand and walked her over to a pair of cuffs hanging down from a very wide spreader bar. Cuffs attached to short chains lay ready to spread her ankles equally wide at floor level. They fastened her up as she expected and winced as her body was hoisted up, the ankle chains spreading her thin legs wide. A soft moan escaped from her lips as the weight of her body pulled on her wrists. As she hung there, they brought Melissa in and lifting her up fastened her body into the examining chair. Her wrists shackled over her head. The nurse then ordered the guards outside until called. She then walked over to the two, a scalpel in her hand and examining Foundlings wounds, asked. "If I cut you, how long until the scar disappears?" " If I brand you, how long until the scar fades?" " If I stretch you until your joints pop, how long until they heal?" "Malibu Barbie three years ago was transformed as you to are. And now Monette the Dietician lies in the next room recovering at remarkable speed from tortures that should have killed her numerous times over. "How is this done and who does it?" She almost began to beg. And why were you chosen and not me?" "They were chosen by our Dark Master and it is not for us to second guess his decisions" It was the headmistress and the nurse lowered her head submissively as she chastised her. "Your purpose is to administer medication to our damaged property, not query them about past indiscretions. I will book you for a weeks attention from Sister B or send you to our South American operations, choose one" "Sister B's attention will suffice Mistress" She humbly replied. The two examined Foundlings whip marks. They already had faded almost to thin pink lines. Melissa showed the same rapid healing. Surprisingly Sister A ordered the two returned to their regular dormitory cages immediately and back into the school curriculum tomorrow.
But that was not was bothering her the most. Sister B had stayed uncharacteristically behind after the midweek staff lunch today. And when they were alone, had kissed her on the cheek. As they had worked intimately together for hundreds of years and had barely even touched hands, this gesture was puzzling. She loved Sister B as a sister, but kissing another female, was foreign to Sister A's experience. Sister B had also inferred the guards were getting out of hand and abusing the student's way to harshly. As Sister B's forte' was teaching little females how to achieve orgasm's while being bound, or even tortured by their owners. It was a little puzzling. But she was correct about the guards. They were getting more abusive lately and less responsive to her instructions. Sister A had felt for the past two years that she was loosing effective control of the daily activities of the student body. A student body of one hundred had blossomed into three hundred. And that did not include the two hundred currently serving in the dietary, household and grounds keeping staff. Her workload had grown accordingly. Endless organizational, curriculum, disciplinary meetings, never mind the simple daily problems involved with five hundred little girls all in one place at one time. Expansion of dormitory, recreational and educational areas was necessary. Already the new sports complex rose to ground level behind the school. Creating it in the same brick style as the Victorian period brickwork of the main school building was thought to be expensive. But in reality, money was never a problem for the school. At meetings with the architect and the contractors, Sister A mentioned wealthy graduates, but in reality, the tons of gold archaeologically significant objects dumped in the vault under the main foyer, was hardly touched. On her desk a paperweight leather bag held coins going back to when man had fist created them. It had just accumulated as they had moved around, and finally was all brought together in one pile. That was why that misfit David's sneaking away to that lost horde of Germanic gold puzzled Sister A. If he had just mentioned he wanted some. Sister A would have given him a few bags she had lying around under her desk. The summer schools great keep’s basements were full of bars of silver dating from the early Roman era. And Sister B’s peoples hordes of gold bars were literally used as paving stones somewhere below. A paperweight-sized statue of an Assyrian bull god on her desk interested the architect on his last visit. He surmised it was a brass copy. But Sister A's father had cast it as a model before casting the five-ton solid gold ones currently standing in the vault. They were half buried by all the other gold stuff piled around them. The discovery of Tutankhamen's tomb had caused a great sensation. The gold objects it contained were the few priceless objects the world thought had survived from the Egyptian summit of creativity. The gold objects from most of the others were piled in only a corner of the huge gold object piles. Cheop's own face was down there on his sarcophagus somewhere, as were innumerable chests of gold coins going back to the founding of Mesopotamia. The new dormitory would be incorporated on the roof of the new gym complex. Three sub basements below the ground floor huge double gym with another smaller gym beside it for the staff. A complete reconstruction in stone of the old barn into mews and that meant moving and reconstructing the clay tennis courts. Rebuilding and enlarging the cistern that supplied the school with fresh water, as the volume required had tripled. And that meant rebuilding and extending the thirty foot high, six feet thick wall that surrounded the entire school complex. A wire fence six feet further out and all the electronic security hardware available made the school the most secures in Switzerland. Decision time, Sister A suddenly decided. Tomorrow she would cut the number of male guards by half, calling it an economic decision. The master ruled the acquisition end of the operation with an iron hand. They would obey her orders if they believed it was his wishes. And with those many gone, the next step would be to greatly reducing their access to the students. Even partnering a female guard with a male guard might work. Her desktop computer contained the addresses of many graduate students that had survived their owners. The "Old School" network kept them in touch with each other and the school. Medical and financial support was always just a call away, and every European capital had a safe house with free apartments for those who wished to retire from the world permanently or temporarily. She entered her bedroom in her rooms above the main entrance. All the female staff had their personal rooms there. She unlocked her door and the little girl currently assigned to be her dresser rushed to assisted removing her leather nun's outfit. Sister A stroked the long black hair of the trembling girl. "Do not be so afraid of me. As you can see I have no forked tail nor horns or cloven hooves. I am just a human female as you are" She quietly told the obviously terrified little girl. "Come assist me with my bath" She said leading the girl into her bathroom. A full bathtub was steaming at the correct temperature and Sister A slid in, as the girl stood ready to assist. Sister A loved hot baths, and her body relaxed as it slid in until only her head was above the water. She ducked her head under and when she broke surface, the girl, as trained poured lotion over it and began rubbing her fingers in it washing Sister A's hair. Sister A's mind drifted back to other times and other places. Their time in Egypt and the school for sex slaves she ran adjacent to the royal palace. The Greeks revived the declining empire, but the Romans just used it as a food source. So they moved on to Rome it self were Germanic warrior princess sister B, the first in hundreds of years was added. She remembered the nuisance of the Spanish inquisition and all the little females whom they collected in the Alhambra palace. Especially the Aztec royal princess the Conquistadors had brought back in order to make sure the royal line dried up. But her master had purloined them right from under the very nose of Torquemada. Or was her master Torquemada himself. She was just too busy to ever find out for sure. The Aztec females may have had protruding proboscis, but they were very proficient little sexual creatures. Sister D, a pure Aztec Princess was currently operating their South American school. Her dresser was finished with her hair and Sister A ducked under rinse off. And then did something without thinking. She reached out and lifted the little girl into the bath with her. "Soap me up" She said smiling down at the puzzled little girl, who promptly complied. Her tiny hands started at her neck and gradually worked her way down. When she touched her large breast, she let out a soft sigh. When she cupped them a moan. And when the girl slid a thin little finger into her long ignored sex, Sister A melted. She reached out and one hand slid up the little girls thigh until it crept into her tight slit, the other up to her stiffening nipple. Sister A leaned forward and kissed it, moving up to her full red lips and inserting her tong. She then stood up and lifting the tiny body out of the bath. Carried her to the leather clad bed, lying down on it and kissed her full on the lips. The girl saw this as a sign to continue and lay down on her mistress, hands exploring and being explored. Seated in the lotus meditation position in her own room, Vicki smiled. |