FOUNDLING: HOME FIRES

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 23C ]

Vicki saw the convoy of buses speed off down the mountain. There were a dozen pairs of guards left and she armed them with machine pistols, body armor, and ear radios. The size of the schools armory surprised even Vicki. There was enough in there to equip a regiment worth of swat teams. And what would a girl's school need with plastique, claymores, anti personnel mines and anti tank rockets? Never mind the racks of small arms almost hidden by the boxes of ammunition in the middle. She noted its location just in case someone might need something out of it while visiting Europe some day. Her friends at home in particular.

The huge pile of gold under the main hall intersection was a prime target. Probably the biggest collection in the world. The piles under Manhattan, Fort Knox or the South African vaults palled by comparison. The fact that it was composed of historically significant art put it's worth beyond price. Most of the school staff where unaware of it and no one but Sister A knew how to access it. But the rear of the school was full of heavy construction equipment. A huge bulldozer would simply rip up the foundations until the hoard was exposed.

She suspected, to Sister A, it was simply gold in an easily portable form. But even the simple bags of coins, as the one currently sitting under Sister A's desk, contained coins from Mesopotamia, the Hindu Kush and Samerkand under the Alexandrine Greeks. mixed in with relatively modern British sovereigns, and Kruggerands.

But dealing with all the contractors bustling around the rear construction site was Vicki's meat and potatoes labor. One she was sure Sister A was very pleased to leave in her hands. They were typical tradesmen. Not overly repulsive, but just greedy.

The head contractor attempted to bluster Vicki into agreeing the flood was not his fault. But Vicki carefully explained the fine print in their contract. Just because she was holding a grenade with the pin pulled in his mouth at the time, she was sure had no impact on his decision that hers was the correct interpretation of the contract.

Hundreds of men bustled about the gigantic construction site the entire area behind the school had become. And the fact the school was patrolled from roof to basement with flinty eyed very heavily armed guards did not miss their attention. Construction was flat in most of Europe and doubling the work force at the schools explicit expense did not displease the contractor. He really did not want to face that headmistress in the fall, if the deadline was not met.

Or was it the choice between a bag of gold coins or a nubile young pleasure female, as a completion on time bonus, the reason?

Vicki had felt the great darkness slip away the day the girls left. Confirming her suspicion it required the nearby presence of young females life forces. But a hint of evil still tingled the hairs on Vicki's neck. Probably just residual from his existing at the school so long, she hopped.

A Dark One makes a Move

Two girls had not made the trip. The unknown one was declared by the doctor unfit to travel and a little red headed one was discovered to have a fever level temperature that morning. Five Japanese preteens had arrived unannounced two days after the evacuation and were added to the Doctors menagerie.

All were sequestered in the doctor's private clinic, a pair of security guards with them.

The good doctor was a very busy man. Geneva full of people important enough to expect their doctor to call on them and secretive enough to pay well for both his showing up at their beck and call and silence afterwards. But it was that very private school that his attentions were most devoted to.

When he was just starting out, a new practitioner in a town full of established doctors, he had chanced upon an accident on a mountain road. A powerful military prime moved reconfigured as a school bus was intriguing enough, but being filled with very precocious little girls shepherded by nuns piqued his interest. The prime moved had been hit by fallout from a spring rock fall. Windows were damaged and the engine compartment dented.

The nuns insisted he examine the girls in their school rather than taking them to the hospital. As bloody noses, bruising from the sudden stop and sprains appeared to be the only damage he concurred. Another tractor / bus conversion was on it's way to pick up the students and the doctor followed in his beat up little Volvo.

The huge Victorian pile behind its enclosing brick walls, nestled in that small valley, interested the doctor. But as Switzerland was as equally known for its very private schools as much as its very private banking. It was not new to him. He himself was both Swiss and a graduate of a private school.

A very serious Nun in Black habit greeted him at the door. She personally escorted him to a fully equipped clinic. A very efficient nurse had already triaged the girls and the doctor prescribed mild painkillers for a few. As the nurse walked into a room at the rear to access the drugs the doctor was attracted to other fixtures in the room. Why would a school for little girls have a pregnant female examining chair? And why were shackles hanging from a bar in the roof. Female whimpering was coming from a door to his left and walking over to it, he discovered along corridor like room lined on one wall with a three row high stack of dog cages. In about seven the body of a little girl was imprisoned. He walked up to the first and the nude little preteen girl in it rolled over on her front, head pushed up against the bars, mouth open, eyes shut.

"She is readying herself for your use if you must know doctor". The voice of the Head Mistress told him from behind.

"Pardon Me?' The doctor inquired.

"Doctor Mappins, you are a relatively under utilized new physician in a town full of established doctors. The Headmistress satiated. You graduated top of your class, but as of yet no hospital has seen fit to accredit you"

"Maybe we can each achieve our requirements and profit from it" She suggested, reaching past him and flicking open the dog cage door.

The young Doctor stood mesmerized as the little girl quickly crawled out, crouched on her toes in front of him, clasping one hand with the other behind her back and rubbed her lips up against his swelling maleness.

"She is only reacting as trained' Little Sasha there is a fully trained sex slave. Willing and able to please a male more efficiently and eagerly than any wife. She went on. This school presently contains over three hundred little girls in various degrees of training. If Sasha dose not please you, you may choose another or be present when she is tortured for failing to please you".

"You are kidding" He replied, but as thee girl had undid his zipper with her teeth and released his swollen member with her tong, he did not doubt her. The Headmistress looked on, as the girl eagerly licked the tip of his cock with her tong. He had backed away until the wall behind him pushed on his back. The girl following, not missing a stroke, on her tip toes.

"I will leave you two alone with your pleasure. The girl will return to her cage when you exit," She said walking out.

Avery's mind was confused. He had always fantasized about being serviced by a little girl. And here was a Nun offering him one, and the girl herself eagerly complying. It took only a few minutes for her tong to get him off. She eagerly swallowed every drop of his cum, licking her lips to catch the smears out of the edges.

When he returned his limp member to his pants she looked crest fallen. But perked up when he told her she had done a good job. He let out a gasp when she turned to climb back into her dog cage. Someone had thourily whipped her little body. Not cur t the skin, but he bet it stung.

"Yes she has been thrashed as punishment. Her oral technique was not up to our expectations. And as you, yourself can attest, she puts herself completely into it now. There will be no permanent damage. Our girls are each worth a fortune and whip marks distract from their selling price" The nun calmly informed him. And she is here willingly, in case you want to know. Many of the old iron curtain countries and many of the other's orphanages are far worse"

The doctor felt he was possibly making a deal with the devil, at least maybe a female version. But he accepted Sasha as a down payment and the Headmistress threw in a new BMW sedan.

A few minutes later he was driving away to the address the head nun had written on a notepad. Sasha eagerly working on his maleness as he drove. After he almost sideswiped a lorry. He reluctantly told her to sit still. She did, but her very sad face and the subsequent week proved she was insatiable. The address proved to be a Doctors residence right in the middle of the area preferred by established physicians and requested from all the local hospitals for his accreditation were pilled up on the living rooms mantle piece.

He still worked very hard and sat long hours in his own and volunteered his weekends at free clinics. Diagnostics were his specialty. He studied all the latest publication on new techniques and was often called in when exactly what was really wrong with a patient stumped his peers. Sasha, now his partner in practice as well as his legal wife, having graduated with Deans Honors from the prestigious Edinburgh Scottish medical school.

She still slept contentedly chained to the foot of his bed as she always had. And shared him with the oriental twins willingly.

Dark Thoughts

Upstairs in her tiny room the red head let the tendrils of her mind search out the dwelling occupants. The two guards succumbed easily and the Doctor soon after. His oldest slave only required a little push and the two younger even less.

There was one more in the house, but her mind was clouded or confused. It could not lock onto it. As it was too week to leave it's bed it did not matter. There had been a greater darkness than hers in that school, one she knew she would have to submit to if confronted. But it was very tired and she sensed it leave.

There were two brilliant flames from the other camp in the area, but she had hidden hers from them, as a dark light under a bushel. They would perceive her as just residual from his long time residency until it was way too late.

She needed to recharge. The lesser two slaves were handy and would have to suffice. The endless amounts flowing through the school made it easy to shave just a little of the excess from the entire school body without attracting attention, but here the two targets would be seen to have a fever after her draining.