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FOUNDLING: ONE OF THOSE KIND OF DAYS [ part 24 ] It is said, by those that endure them. One of those kinds of days starts out as any other. Sister A had dismissed the breakfast server, and no sooner had her soundproofed living quarters door closed behind her, the giggling started. Sister A's newest little dresser was a pure bread Zulu Princess, her line unbroken down from the great Saka himself. "Giggles" is what Sister A had nicknamed her from their very first meeting, when the girl had broken into them as the Dominatrix walked up to her as she kneeled submissively outside her door that first evening. "You look like a white girl trying to be a black girl" She chirped in between giggles. Sister A was not initially sure if the giggles were in response to being assigned as the dreaded Headmistresses dresser or not. Many girls quaked and fled at the proposal. The majority of the rest, too terrified to even squeak when she approached. But today Giggles was also getting dressed. In a reversal of rolls Sister A was dressing Giggles. The little girl stood on an antique chair as Sister A fussed and dressed her. "We need a lint brush, and a special comb for Giggles curly hair"; she spoke to someone at the other end of her cell phone, "Right now. And a little makeup suitable for her skin tones". A knock and a gruff "Enter" brought another terrified little girl from household stores. She bore a tray containing appropriate hairbrushes and skin creams. A crystal bottle contained a rare natural perfume. The little server, knelt, head down, proffering the tray over her head to her mistress. Sister A fussed and teased Giggles hair. Repeatedly brushed the non-existent lint from her blue school pleated skirt and white Egyptian cotton blouse .She pulled the thigh high lace socks up to her white Egyptian cotton panties, slipping a probing finger under and into her still moist slit. "Giggles" proclaimed the embroidered name across her left breast pocket, and a soft one slipped out of her sweet lips. Sister A gently applied the lotion to her face, and a touch of the perfume behind her ears. "You are Dismissed" Sister A ordered and the service girl, fled tray in hand. "Not you" She told Giggles as she jumped down as well. "Were are you off to today?" "The teacher said it was called "Alhambra" and it is an overnight stay in Granada" Giggles quietly replied. "I was there, and my Master was appointed Castillian when it was turned over to the Christian kings in 1492" Sister A proclaimed. "You could not be that old, Giggles countered. My tongue has explored your entire body and found no wrinkles of age" "That is because I am ageless, tiny sex slave" Proclaimed Sister A drawing herself up to her full height and showing her angry face. `And I love you anyway" Proclaimed Giggles running out of the room, filling it with her sparkling laughter. Sister A watched he little dresser as the door closed behind her, frowned. Then a slight smile spread across her ageless face. "Have my car brought up to the main entrance. Arrange for our safe house in Grenada to receive me as well as the bus trip already arranged" Sister A ordered through her cell phone. "And frog march that worthless little dresser you fostered on me right back here. I need to change into my outside wear" A few minuets later two guards knocked and summarily dumped the heavily chained frightened little dresser right back at Sister A's feet as she sat waiting for her. "I will deal with this little worthless miscreant myself" Ordered Sister A, taking the proffered switch from the hand of the guard holding Giggles up by her newly attached neck chain. "Remember little one. I am still Head Mistress here. You may be my current favorite, but there have been thousands before you and will be thousands after you. Sister A told the cowering little creature before her. Never leave my presence without giving me a big sloppy kiss" At these last words, Giggles was transformed from submissive penitent to personal pet. She rolled over and stood, hands chained behind her back. Ankles chained together with a hobble and lead chain hanging down from her newly acquired dog collar. "Yes Mistress" And delivering the required sloppy kiss full on Sister A's ruby red lips. Sister A deftly removed her chains and Giggles assisted her to remove the supple leather Nun's outfit and change into the light silk Habit the Sisters wore in Spain if they still wished to pass as Nuns in street dress. Their wardrobes also contained civilian and the standard gray business dress outfits. "You will have to wear those chains for the rest of the month, Giggles" Sister A informed her. We must keep up the appearance that you are in my bad books" "And will enjoy you doing all the work at night" Giggles replied, adding one of her telltale giggles. The four guards and two teachers were a little taken back when their Headmistress announced she was taking the opportunity to visit some old stomping grounds. As the two classes boarded the busses in the grassy sward leading up to the fortress, two pairs of eyes watched from afar. "That fat old windbag may get his wish yet" One nautili dressed watcher said. "It appears the target is boarding a bus for one of the schools field trips. Access our contact at the Bus Company and find out their itinerary. We must set up a pickup pout and escape route" "Yes Sir, a younger watcher replied, using the old dial phone on a nearby table. The four terrorists had rented the dilapidated hillside villa as four tired travelers looking for a quiet place to rest. The old woman that rented it probably did not care, but demanded half the season in advance. And promptly drank herself through most of it. "They are bound for a two day trip to Granada with a one night stay over at a bed and breakfast" He told the older man, hanging up. "Get the other two up. We need to plan" The older man told him. He walked into the central area and began setting out topographical maps and made coffee. The other man returned and began laying out automatic pistols and machine guns on the floor, field stripping each. Sister A and her two bodyguards led the small school convoy out of the seaside and up onto the modern road to Granada. The armored Mercedes limousine was equipped with satellite positioning and three types of communication gear. A built in laptop in the back of the front seat, operated only after confirming Sister A's retina and thumb print scans. A second geodetic positioned was concealed in the vehicle roof. Somebody might be just stupid enough to steal it some day. The two guards were armed with automatic pistols and heavier weapons were secured under their seats. "This modern highway to Granada has certainly improved from the worn once Roman paved track we followed when we first can me here" Sister A remembered. "And just as congested, she thought as the convoy crept along" The day was not hot yet and outside air was allowed in the limo. With it came the sound of young female voices raised in song. Sister A remembered the elder choirmaster was one of the school's teachers in the lead bus. But had not remembered giving permission for song. Rules were rules and for the degree of strict discipline required for the transforming of freethinking little female children into properly respective and abeyant sex slaves, rules must be strictly adhered too, and strict punishments must be inflicted when they were broken. The melodic voices reminded Sister A of the first time she had heard her girls sing all together. It had been post Barbie being assigned to instigate herself into the life of that incorruptible security policeman, Sister A remembered. And thought how everything was dated post and prior the incredible events surrounding that little girl. Never before and never since had one pupil been so much trouble or enjoyment as she has. Sister A wondered if she would miss her. All the years it took her poor uncle to grow old and die. Then Barbie would be back for a visit before re-assignment to another conquest. It had been that final game of the Field Hockey competition. The Geneva based English school that had somehow got itself included in this years competition was giving their school a real run for it's money. The game itself was being held in the neutral site of the main Geneva sports complex. Sister A had made sure every single girl in the entire schools enrollment that year was there. Three hundred and fifty girls dressed in the schools dark blue pleated skirt; white blouse and light blue Bolero jacket were occupying the entire central area of the pitch on their schools side. Sister A stood down front with her school team and the cheerleader squad. They overshadowed the barley two hundred little girls sitting s across from them in their red school jackets and dark blue skirts. But their side was leading by two goals. In the middle of the second period, a commotion on the other side of the field, drew the schools security detachment. A new group of adults had arrived, all dressed in identical outfits. Their jackets sporting the Geneva Canton crest and a larger one of the entire Swiss nation. Beside Sister A she saw the choirmaster, a fierce Swiss loyalist, stand and facing the stands, raise his arms, in indicate with the schools Sign languages the tune to be sung. The voices of the school choir, each individually standing among her seated classmates, began to sign the Swiss national anthem. Sister A turned around and looking up into the seats raised her hands and pointed to the choirmaster. All three hundred and fifty girls joined in the first stanza of the Swiss national anthem. Joined by the other girls across the field and then everyone in the stadium. With the young female voices filling the entire sports field The new arrivals walked out to the center of the field, formed a circle, and each raised large gold medallions on its silken ribbon around their necks. The Swiss men's Bobsledding team had just returned from the winter Olympics. Winning for the first time that Gold medal for Switzerland. That unscripted incident put the school choir and it's choirmaster into every official and non-official celebration of that victory. Except when they were busy signing the praises of the schools again conquering field hockey team. Now the same Swiss loyalist was in the bus behind her, filled with his new choir. Using the opportunity to both practice and while away the time. Sister A decided in this case as they were not in the school, signing would pass the time. "Call the second bus and tell them I order them to sign along with the first bus" Sister A ordered. The guard siting in the passenger seat almost spilt his coffee when he heard her give that order. Lunch was at a shaded roadside rest stop. The girls sitting in circles, around one of the prepackaged coolers full of bottled juices, sandwiches and fruit, prepared by the cafeteria staff. An identical one for Sister A and her guards were taken from her car trunk. A democratic rule of the school was everyone from Sister A down ate and drank the same food. A Volkswagen van pulled up to the wayside rest stop. Four men climbed out and bought snacks from the caparisoned wagon that acted as the snack bar. They sat on an old blanket chatting as they ate. Pretending to ignore the two automatic pistols armed guards who maneuvered to stand between them and their charges. A few minutes later, they drove off, having measured the size, armaments and capabilities of the opposition. |