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FOUNDLING: LOST AND FOUND [ part 31B ] Black Moves a Knight "I could get used to this" Thought Flaminica as she sat one long side of the dinner table. The formal dining room was the epitome of Germanic architecture. As long as you believed in Albert Spear's vision of Teutonic splendor. This two obviously had. But at least all the wood was shiny. The older male and female that everyone believed her to be a niece kept a very wealthy and proper Germanic house hold. The Master in his gray business suit, and the mistress in a quality evening dress, Flame in a frilly white lace dress that extended below her knees, white stockings and white leather shoes. Her flame red hair carefully combed and divided into two pigtails adorned with white bows. The silk of the dress tickled her thighs and bottom, as she wore no underwear. A maid in black and white served each of them and a formally dressed butler stood by. The food was rich and filling in generous proportions. Sherbet for dessert. Wine followed by coffee for them. Ginger ale followed by a milkshake for her. "Will you be staying long this time, Flaminica?' Her "Uncle inquired, using her formal name. "Probably not Uncle, as I am waiting for an old friend to invite me for a trip with her to Spain" She sweetly replied. Last time it had been a long winter month, Flame having spent most of it in strict leather bondage. "We always enjoy your visits dear" Her "Aunt told her. It gives us a chance to spoil a child. Something we would never have had a chance to do otherwise" "Parading me on a leash through your friends houses dressed in expensive bondage leathers is not my idea of being spoiled" Flame thought. But they had been her master's minions a great deal longer than she had, and required being submissive to their desire of binding little girls when visiting. Their BMW Limo had picked her up at the next corner after she skipped out on that White Knight who had rescued her. "I guess I owe her one" Flame had thought as she had walked away. The chaffer had opened the rear door and she had slipped in lying down across the wide seat with her head in her "Uncles" lap. "Thanks for picking me up" Purred Flame as she unzipped his pants, drew his swelling member out and bending down, thanked him properly. "I always have enjoyed your visits my precious niece" He sighed as she let the blanket go, exposing her tanned little preteen body to his exploring hands. But that night as she orally serviced him, as a "Respective Little Niece should", she felt a great desire to travel back to Spain and the old Moorish capital of Granada. Her target had been spotted in a little nude girl-fighting pit and her assignment could now continue. Next morning he saw her off at the Berlin airport. He in another of his innumerable gray business suits. She in her newly purchased little schoolgirl outfit of black saddle shoes, white knee high socks, wraparound dark blue printed skirt, white blouse. All covered by a hooded light blue cape. A black carryon bag completed her outfit. "Till next time, my sweet little niece" He said stroking her hair. "We never know when our paths will cross again, Uncle" Flame replied. Hoping it would be quite a while. He had almost worn her jaw muscles out with his insatiable demand for oral sex. White Knight Moves The waiting stewardess took Flame by the hand and escorted her along the entrance tunnel and into a window seat. "You are a very lucky little girl to have such a rich and powerful uncle in Her Moiker" She told her. "Yes Mam" Flame replied. As she waited for the plane to take off, the same stewardess brought another little girl to sit with her. "Nuage, this is Flame" She said introducing each to the other. You are both traveling to the same place today and possibly you can keep each other company" And walked off. "Hello, I have been told we are both on our way to our private schools summer retreat on the Spanish Rivera" The new girl said turning to look at Flame. Flame observed a native American Indian girl about her own age. She had the naturally ruddy skin and long black hair of her ancestry. But what caught Flames attention was the white blaze in her hair that ran from between her bright eyes and all the way down her back. As she wore an identical school uniform to Flame, right down to her name embroidered across her left breast. It was obvious she must be, as Flame ultimately was, someone's property, sent there for training. "How did you get into our school" Inquired Flame as the plane began it's course down the runway. "My family has always provided the Shebari handmaidens for our Grand Chiefs and as the world becomes increasingly sophisticated, have sent students to our school for the last two hundred years" She replied, switching through English, French, Spanish, German, and Italian. "And You" "I am an orphan and my Master wishes that I be trained to the highest standards. And ours the best there is at it" Flame replied. For it was essentially the truth, she would stay, learn and eventually graduate to be returned to her German "Aunt and Uncle" as a cover. And stay with them between assignments for their master. As the passenger jet rose to its flight level and began winging its way Southwest, the two little sex slaves talked of heady subjects. Their favorite lipstick colors, latest music video, favorite male movie star, facial expressions, and which age of target male they worked on best. "I find the farther apart the target and I are in age, the more impact pouty face has" Flame explained. "Initially it greatly surprised me how hard a master will strive to have you almost willingly submit. Even though you are chained up like a pet dog at his mercy" "I agree" Nuage said nodding her striking attractive little head. "Having to entertain early teen males is the most obnoxious evening I have ever spent. All they want is someone to give endless head. They have absolutely no finesse or manners" "Yes I agree, an adult male, especially one old enough to be your own father is much easier to both submit too and please" Flame replied. You too are still intact, I hope" "Yes, and will remain so until my sixteenth birthday" Nuage told her." My public deflowering will be a very special event for my people" Nuage looked up into the startled eyes of the stewardess. She must have overheard the conversation as she came to offer the two a soft drink from the beverage cart she was pushing down the isle. Nuage hooked a finger indicating the stewardess lean closer. "Yes we are two preteen sex slaves in training". If that is what you we going to ask. "And yes we are quite willing to be so" And both girls giggled at the look of surprised on her face. The wide-eyed stewardess handed them both glasses of ginger ale and another full can each. Avoiding them until mealtime and cleanup just before landing. Exiting the plane without the shocked stewardess and rounding up their single piece of luggage each, they carried it out into the broiling sunshine. "Now what?" Nuage inquired. Should not someone be meeting us?" We are very expensive investments after all" "Granada Residence" A write on sign, held up by one man dressed in a summer weight gray suit standing at the curb. "I think he is hear for us," Nuage said to Flame. "We will be severely punished if we do not obey" Flame boldly walked up to the man and inquired. "You are here to take us where?" "If you two are students of a very private girls school in Switzerland currently on summer retreat in Spain, I am" The man replied in a firm voice. "And we had better get your expensive little buts to the Granada residence before lunch or we will all have to answer to the Headmistress" An identically dressed female guard said walking up from behind them. With a guard before and behind, the two knew any escape was not possible and they were led away to a waiting Mercedes limousine at the curb outside and loaded in. As the car sped away, Nuage looked at Flame, who was crouched terrified in the far corner of the limo rear seat, as it drove off. It was suddenly getting hot in the vehicle as if the heater was on full. Some vent was fluffing flames hair up. "What is wrong Flame?" She inquired sliding over and hugging her tight, instantly the temperature dropped and Flame's hair settled down. "The last time I was picked up by a limo, I was tranquilized, kidnapped and tortured" Flame whispered, and sobbed" "How horrible, I will protect you" Nuage told her new schoolmate, looking into her tear filled eyes and bringing up a clennex from the divider, whipped her eyes. "What is wrong?" Inquired the female guard. "She does not travel well. Nuage replied. I was sent along to get her through" "There is Gravol in the wet bar on your side of the divider" She told her. Give her a single tablet" The car sped along the main highway and soon entered the modern Granada built on the plain before the ancient one in the hills above. The car traversed the new and soon was winding its way through the old. Eventually stopping before a pair of large brown wooden doors set in a great stone wall. A camera at the top swiveled and the doors opened wide to allow the car entrance to the inner courtyard. "Looks just like a prison from the outside" Flame thought, and shuddered. The car traversed a short tunnel and the world changed. White alabaster walls, Arabesque architecture of gracefully curving arches, supported on swirling columns of red stone. A large arched windowed building three stories tall straight ahead and two story buildings forming the rest of the enclave. Filling the enclosed space in the center, were flowerbeds, trees in great pots, and a cobblestone courtyard complete with a bubbling fountain. The car drew up in front of the porticoed main building. The two guards let the girls out, but the male had to lean in and lift Flame out, as she was still not well. An older nun in black habit, more motherly looking than strict came out of the main building with two younger ones trailing behind. "What is wrong Peter?" She inquired. Is the redhead ill?" "Yes Sister, she apparently does not travel well. The other was sent along to get her through it" Peter replied. "Bring her up to the infirmary and we will check her out. Escort the other to her pallet" She ordered, and the male guard followed her, as the female led Nuage up to the top floor and into the dormitory. Nuage was expecting the usual cages, but here futon style pallets rolled up when not in use sufficed. And only a dog chain and collar at the head of each to used as night lockup. That first day Nuage stayed in the dorm, not a bad deal, as there was a TV, radio and a glassed in solarium overlooking the courtyard. And Flame and Nuage appeared to be the only school girls in attendance. So she helped herself to the diet drinks, oiled herself up and lay out in the solarium nude to catch a few rays of Spanish sunlight as the radio played. "Enjoying yourself?" Flame spoke from behind her. ""Only if you strip off, and let me oil you up" Nuage replied, standing and reaching for the vegetable based oil. "Maybe tomorrow" Replied the sad faced Flame. But did not object when Nuage walked up and stripped her down. "Come lie over here and I will oil you up" Nuage said taking her by the hand and laying her down. "Your hand is cold," Flame softly said. "Only because It was in a bit of shade" Nuage replied. Nuage rubbed the scented oils into Flames body, feeling the tense muscles relax slowly. She rolled her over on her front, and started massaging her legs, and by the time she was up to her thighs, Flame had drifted off to sleep. "You can give me a soothing rub down if I cannot sleep maybe someday Nuage" The older Sister told her. Leave her to sleep, shower off, and get dressed. Dinner is in a half hour" |