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FOUNDLING: MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD [ part 23 bridge ] Sister A loved the Moorish Palace perched on the rocky promitory. The fortress was an architectural marvel. From the outside, it appeared unassailable. And had never fallen to siege. Inside it was architecturally compared to the Alhambra with Arabesque architectural details. The airy rooms of the buildings that formed the outside walls had been converted to dormitories on the second floor and classrooms on the ground. A great hexagonal keep guarded the entranceway. Sister A and the staff occupied the mid level floors, the great hall that comprised the main floor doubled as the cafeteria with the kitchen below. Only Sister A and her transformed Sisters were allowed into the uppermost floors. None dared ask why or inquired of its contence. Right now every inch of the fortress was under renovation, disrupting class and recreation activities. Sister A had initialized these works and constantly patrolled and inspected the renovations chiefly being carried out by her students. But at night she was found in the rooms that comprised the exclusive top floor. Books, scrolls and even clay tablets filled every nook and cranny. This was real treasure to Sister A. The libraries of every place she had every followed her master to had contributed. Reading had enabled her to function down through the centuries. She had introduced each of her sisters as they were added to her secret place and they all contributed. Sister A was sitting in a comfortable chair, and wondering at her Masters choices. In front of her little Malibu Barbie held a tablet created by the scribe who took down the Law Codes of Hormeradi How am I supposed to read this hen scratch? Her face screwed up in query. It is way to heavy to carry around; don't you have it in paperback? Sister A would have normally bent her over her knee for a switching for even speaking to her. And her left hand twitched as it took all her willpower not to snatch the irreplaceable priceless treasure so carelessly held in Malibu Barbie's hand. "What do you suggest?" She calmly inquired slowly relieving Barbie of the fragile clay tablet. "You could Xerox the entire lot, or scan it and save them in a computer somewhere" Barbie chirped. "From the mouth of babes" Sister A thought, leaning forward and kissing Malibu Barbie full on the lips. "Anytime you desire Mistress" Barbie replied in her most submissive tone."I am but your servant" She needed a session with Sister B badly, but so far she could contain her needs, but suspected Cindy was on to it. "I will take your advice into consideration. Over there in the red leather lined shelves are the erotic scrolls Roman Emperor Tiberius collected during his lifetime. They may contain positions you have not tried yet' She said, half jesting. Barbie skipped over to the indicated shelf, withdrawing one of the priceless scrolls, lay down on the floor unrolling it. "We should install TV and a satellite dish as well" "Cool, I think this one may be atomically impossible, but I am game" She went on. Children say the damnedest thing pondered Sister B from her chair across the room. The book in her lap contained the diary of Torqumada in his own hand. Illustrations of his work graphically pictured in color on the opposite page. Barbie had blanched when she passed by, glancing at one illustrated page. But little Barbie deserved a session under her lash, and an orgasm wrenched from her tortured body for having the gumption to walk up to Sister A holding a clay tablet she had seen created with her own eyes while she had watched all those centuries ago. And the inner strength to stand in front of her to suggest transposing this great historical library into something indestructible. Her Gaulic races early history was gone because it was remembered verbally. Sister B stood up and walked over to where Barbie lay on the floor, scroll rolled out in front of her, legs swinging freely as only the young at heart can. Bending double over her she whispered. "I will gladly attempt to bend and form your little body into any of those you wish to try. The Romans applied their engineering skills to torture devices and I have reproduced every one of them in the dungeon here. After midnight Friday, I will be waiting for you" Sister B informed her. Barbie looked up from were she lay on the floor. "Thank You Mistress" eyes glowing in anticipation. The student laboring hard under the hot sun to clear out the ditches around the fortress were the first to see the three huge lorries driving up the access road. And were surprised when hordes of their classmates, fully dressed moved out to lug all the boxes and crates inside. Sister A would not allow the siting of the two huge satellite dishs to mar the symmetry of her Moorish fortress. But one student whispered it did not have to actually be in the fortress to do its work. Her family had been the television business in a smaller countryside town, Everybody in the family pitched in on every aspect of the business she told her classmates. There were pockets in the cliffs were the dish could be sited, unobserved by anyone gazing up at the cliff top perched fortress. She got the job of overseeing the setting up of the TV's and computer satellite connections. The girls nicknamed her "Satellite" as a reward, and she reveled in it.
The Lord of the Dance In Spain there was one aspect of the school that was open to all. The town boasted a first class dancing school. All the girls were enrolled and both modern and historical dances were taught.Foundling and Mellisa joined in with abamndon. Neither were lythe enough to be chosen in Switzerland, but here everyone had a go. Foundling even attempted Flameco, but many were suprised when the Germanic Mellisa excelled at it.Tap, and swirling dresses seemed to be her forte" In Switzerland only a chosen few were taught to dance. You had to display some natural ability before the dancing instructor would even beir your presence. Barbie remembered the night of the winter solace when Sister A had dragged her and Cindy out of their cages and into the Arbitorium. Under the light of the full moon, deliberately magnified by the glass high above. They had slumped half asleep in the dark behind the circle of Roman columns around the leather-clad depression. But the lid had been applied and the area was flat as the rest of the floor. A nude female form walked out into the center of the area. As the clock of the school chimed midnight she began to dance. Malibu Barbie was considered an excellent dancer. But what Barbie saw that night forever remained in her mind. This was, later she found out, "The Dance of the Female" handed down from teacher to pupil since the dawn of time. It was danced only when the practitioner willed it. And she passed the dance on to only one other. Unchanged through the ages of man. The Egyptian dance teacher had chosen, over her own flesh, to instruct the finest dancer she could find. Malibu Barbie watched mesmerized as the nude female body simply flowed through actions depicting the life of the human female. From birth, through her mothers instruction to sexual awakening. Choosing and consummating with a mate. Giving birth and passing on her knowledge. Carrying, loving and nurturing. Slipping gradually into middle and finally old age, then death. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted movement. Her soulmate Cindy, so poor a dancer, the teacher forbid her being even in her presence, body flowed through the same dance. Cindy's face was as blank as if she was in a trance. She probably was as she slumped exhausted to the floor in the dim reaches of the room when the dance was done. Sister A who had not been in a position to see Cindy dance carried her back to their cage. Sister A surmised Cindy had just been too tired to stay awake. And Cindy never remembered dancing, nor did her dancing while conciouse ever improve. No rhythm in her wolfs soul, she finally admitted to Barbie. From that day forth, Barbie had a new respect for the dancer. She never mention seeing her dance and never saw her perform that dance again. But Becky Sue found little Barbie for some reason treated her with greater respect the next morning and from then on. |