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FOUNDLING: LOST AND FOUND [ part 34 ] Actually the Arabic Adventures of Mary Ann, Mitsui, Flame and Nuage
Mitsui Mitsui trembled, tears streaming down her face, as she waited for the lid of her shipping crate to be removed. Her longer arms ached at the joints as they had been bent to fit the cuffs holding her writs up behind her head. Would it be that frightening Japanese gangster who had created in reality the iron ship of horrors that Mitsui had written about for the little Japanese schoolgirl heroines in her stories to be brutally chained and tortured in. So she was actually relieved to find an Arabic man instructing how she was to be dealt with. A young girl, only her eyes visible asked if she would submit to being submissive if they released her. She agreed and two burly guards unstrapped her and let her stand up. She moaned as the blood flowed back into them. As she rubbed and flexed them, the Arabic man in rich white clothes spoke in Arabic to the two young females standing just in front of her. And one surprised her by speaking in French accented English. "What is wrong?" She inquired. "My arms were held very tightly and the blood flow reduced. As it is now flowing freely back, my arms hurt even more" She replied and heard her pass it on in Arabic to her master. He gave a reply, and in translation, Mitsui found herself being led off, with one girl holding each of her hands, one ahead, another behind. They passed out of the now obvious warehouse and into the searing sunlight of a large high walled courtyard. The heat rising off the cobblestones even penetrating the thick soles of her student oxfords. On the other side they arrived before a pair of Bronze studded wooden doors. The lead girl put a silver whistle that had been hanging around her neck into her lips and blew a note. The doors responded by swinging open. Mitsui found herself in a beautiful hidden garden. She was ushered through the paved walkways, left through a long white corridor and right into a sky blue marble room. Every where she looked, little girls in a rainbow of harem silks lay, sat or lounged around on piles of cushions in dead silence. Mitsui dreaded being under the thumb of the harsh regime that imposed and maintained this un-natural silence, even in here on its charges. Beyond she found herself in a smaller room with two steaming pools and four nude little female attendants. "These four are here to bathe, clean and shave you in preparation for our master. Please do not resist or he will order you hung in that first courtyard, whipped and turned over to his guards for their amusement" The little speaking girl warned and threatened her. Mitsui, having already been exposed to similar punishments while in the hands of that Japanese gangster earlier in the year, complied. The girls stripped her little school girl outfit off and leading her down the marble steps into the pool, covered her from head to foot in soap. Then they led her further into the pool, rubbing her body all over with real sponges. Next poured shampoo on ver her long black hair and ducking her head under the water, and washed it twice. Mitsui almost jumped up to run away when one produced a straight razor and approached her. But two others came up and held her arms tight. The razor-carrying girl deftly shaved the peach fuzz from between her legs and in the next few minutes continued until all her hair or even fuzz was removed from her neck on down. Then after rubbing her all over with scented oil. The first two, now revealed in silken harem wear led her along plain white plastered halls and through similarly plain rooms until she stood in an obviously dressmakers setup. The old lady told Mitsui to step up on a round platform. Mitsui was surprised when the dressmaker spoke to her in English. "I think red silk will set off your pale skin and long jet black hair" She told her, "You will always be thin and relatively shapely. She said, as her strong hands explored her latest subject. "You will never carry a large chest or wide hips, but probably be slim and petite all your life" Mitsui blushed at this evaluation of her young body, but remembered her own father had told her she had inherited her mother’s slim, trim body. The seamstress then chose a pair of silken harem pants from a drawer and slipped them up Mitsui’s legs. She then added a silken halter-top of the same material and a silver chain with hanging silver coins at hip and neck. Mitsui was turned on her dressers revolving platform to view the results in a full-length mirror on the wall. "Well girl, you look hot and sexy" Mitsui thought to herself, but saw the dressmaker smile knowingly out of the corner of her eye. But then her two guards led her out of the room into another. There her hopes and dreams of eventual escape fell flat as two hulking guards stood holding a set of chains awaiting her. As the two with her came up suddenly behind her, she surmised they two were surprised at this development as well. "They are here to take you to your master" The one carrying the flogger told Mitsui. "You can walk up and put them on. Or they can drive a cattle prod up your ass and still do it as you writhe in pain on the floor" The softly speaking one said. "Personally, as I have felt the cattle prod up mine, I suggest you just put them on yourself" She told Mitsui. So she calmly walked up to the two men and picking up the light silver colored chains put one set on her ankles, let then put another with a connecting chain running from between them up to the wrist pair behind her back. And let them place the last around her neck, with a lead chain running down to a clasp between her legs. Then one of the men picked up the lead chain, and with the sounds of her light chains clinking softly to announce her coming was led to her first appearance before her new master. They led a sniffling Mitsui back down through the white corridors and finally crossing the sky blue room full of m now similarly clad young girls and up to another bronze studded wooden door. This time the single man door was unlocked with a key from a pocket of the other guard and Mitsui ushered through it. Beyond the first very bare room they unlocked another door and Mitsui quailed as they led her out into a small courtyard. It was not the pleasant appearing tile floored courtyard. Nor the large pots holding shading palms, but the metal torture devices, two already holding similarly clad young females that stopped her in her tracks. One appeared to be a complicated set of stocks holding its victim bending over forward with neck and wrists pinioned to the front, and another holding her ankles spread wide. Silver chains attached to weights pulled her almost breasts down as they were clipped to her nipples. Another hung spread-eagle in a sort of "X" shaped flat bar spring affair. The two bars attached at one end to a wrist, the other an ankle connected at a supporting bar to her rear. These two flat bars must be of spring steel as they stretched the poor little female spread between them very tight. For her awaitted a metal bed frame rack currently set at a forty-five-degree angle. She tried to resist, but the two guards were joined by two more, easily stripped off her transport chains and strapped her into the rack. Then they stretched her out until she was stretched immobile and the four walked out and left the three little guards contemplating their fate. Mitsui, who had already spent quite a lot of time bound by her Japanese rope bondage practitioner father attempted to flex her muscles a little to ease the pain, she knew would soon be greatly increased. She at least had not seen any pots of coals or branding irons. Not even pinchers or whips as they dragged her forward and strapped her in. She had hopped to freely give her virginity to her Japanese boyfriend after she graduated from the sex slave training school. But now believed tonight it would be forcibly taken from her unwilling restrained body. "I am just a newly kidnapped Japanese girl named Mitsui" She dared to speak because they were going to be tortured anyway. The other two answered in turn, but as one was possibly from India and another possibly Ethiopian, only their voices gave each other companionship as they awaited the once of pain. The day waned into the evening; the hot sun replaced with a cooling evening. Finally Mitsui heard a door open out of site behind her and gasped as the sounds of slipper covered feet gliding over the tilled floor of the courtyard. And all three little girls were equally surprised when a billowing white dressed female strode into view. The three tensed, and gasped as she walked up to the girl in the stocks and let it out as she reached down and unclipped the weights from her nipples. Then she released her from the stocks first at her feet then neck and wrists. The girl just slumped down exhausted from the ordeal. Next she realized the girl from the "X" frame and finally released the tension and finally Mitsui’s ankles and cuffs from the leather cuffs holding her down on the rack. She spoke first to the stocks girl, then the "X" frame girl and finally Mitsui. "A slave girl kicked him in the groin very hard. He will be in the infirmary for a few days and his guards are seeking his attacker in the city outside the walls. It will be weeks before he can perform as a male, but I expect you will be screaming under his hands when he gets out of bed in a few days. He will be practicing his pain inducing techniques on all his little girls in anticipation of torturing the one who kicked him. For as long as he can keep her barely alive" The twenty something female told her. She then walked away and out of a door in the far end of the courtyard. A while later the two girl guards showed up and rechained the three girls. They then attached one’s neck chain to a ring on another’s and led them chain gang style back to the white walled area beyond the seraglio. Then in a long hall with many close positioned doors, they opened one at a time and shoved each of the then unconnected girls in. Mitsui found a small white walled bare room with a pile of plain pillows up against the back wall. A covered bedpan and a small roll of toilet paper were all it contained. Mitsui sat herself on the pillows and then later laid down crying herself to sleep.
Flame Flame’s consciousness swam up from the cloudy pool of thought; the Chloroform had slid her mind into. Her captor had been the least experienced of the four and consequently held the rag soaked in it longer over her mouth and nose. The result was a still befuddled Flame who had thrown up the content of her stomach all over herself and the inside of her shipping crate during its transportation. When they removed the cover, the stench appalled her new owner and she was quickly carried to the bathing pool and while still only barely conscious washed repeatedly and while laid beside the pool, shaved completely of any hair or even fuzz from her neck down. She had to be supported to the dressmaker, but found to be still too wobbly to stand so chained up nude as Mary Ann was. And left to recover locked up in a similar room nearby to the one soon occupied by Mary Ann. Fortunately for her captors, she drifted off to sleep, without regaining full consciousness after they slipped her a stomach medication in a little milk.
Nuage Nuage was quite awake when they opened her shipping container. She too agreed to behave if released. But when her new owner had her brought up before him for a closer inspection, as she was the first Native American he had seen. She kicked him hard right between the legs and ducking the two snarling guards rushing to capture her for punishment, ran out of the warehouse door and into the streets of the city outside the private compound. She ducked down an alley and into a house’s courtyard. There she covered her schoolgirl attire with the robes hanging to dry, and slipping off her socks and shoes exchanged them for a bare feet and sandals. With a scarf covering the lower part of her face and as required her face downcast. She hopped to just blend in. She eased herself into the market in the next square and picking up a string bag of onions walked behind various adult females similarly attired as the mans guards swept through the bustling market looking for a girl still in western dress. Even when the adult female she was currently following walked past a pair of them, they paid her no heed as she now appeared just as they believed a little girl of her own culture would. But when a male adult at the edge of the market met her, Nuage walked on to a stall covered in brown cardboard boxes. There another adult female stood perusing its wares. Nuage walked up to find the boxes contained VHS videos, with titles written in English with a black magic marker. These bootleg copies were probably the only way locals could view movies created in Europe or America. Nuage noted that she wore both new Nike runners and matching socks. And her covering clothes worn more casually than others do, as if they were as foreign to her as Nuage’s. She bargained in halting Farisee with the seller, and when an impasse appeared to prevent her acquiring the four movies she had picked out, glanced at Nuage standing there. The woman looked hard at the eyes looking back and then the skin around them. Her own eyes widened a little, and then offering a few dollars more, and receiving a nod from the stall merchant, put them in a basket. Nuage reached out, picking up the basket and the woman making no comment, walked off, and Nuage tagged along behind. The woman walked out of the old part of the city and into the modern, Nuage right behind her. She walked around a very modern apartment building set among dozens more. She entered an elevator, sweeping Nuage along with her. And when it stopped on the top floor, ushered Nuage out with her into one of the only two apartments occupying the top floor. Once the door shut behind them, she quickly swept off her covering to reveal a very un-Arabic Speedo pair of skintight shorts and a matching halter-top. "My name is Jennifer and I am the wife of the UN Ambassadorial officer here in the Arab Euphrates she told her. "Now lets see what you really are" She said in a very British accented English. Nuage stood there and removed the coverings to reveal her little schoolgirl outfit with her black saddle shoes hanging around her waist with her white knee socks stuffed in them. "How did you ever get here dressed in that uniform?" The British adult female inquired. "We were kidnapped from Granada Spain while on a field trip from our school" Nuage told the very surprised female. "There are more of you?" She said even more surprised." Someone has made a great mistake. The Americans take a very dim view of anyone kidnapping their children" "Do you know were you are all being held?" She inquired. "I escaped from a compound on the other side of the older part of the city, just a block from the great market I found you in. "Him again" She swore. "The Crown Prince is a very arrogant man who believes he has power beyond reality. He thinks he is a big frog in a small pond. But he is an almost ignored and annoying small frog in a great ocean. It is his fathers personal connections that keep him even being paid attention to and when he is gone, so will he be" "Now I must do something that my husband would try very hard to prevent me doing" Jennifer told Nuage. She walked out of the living room and Nuage followed. She walked over to a picture, revealing a wall safe. She opened it and withdrew a very large cell phone. Then she sat down on the bed and dialed a long series of numbers. "Mistress this is graduate Jennifer. I am in the capital of the Arab Euphrates. Just an hour ago I happened on one of your students and she informed me that four of them were kidnapped and brought to the compound of a young Sheik who has already over fifty very young girls locked up in his private harem" She then handed the phone to Nuage " Yes Mistress, Flame, Melissa and Mary Ann were kidnapped with me and might be here as well. It was the old man who took us on a tour of the Granada Cathedral who organized our kidnapping" She then handed the phone back to Jennifer. "Yes my Mistress, Nuage is safe with me. I have diplomatic immunity, as my husband is the UN Commissioner to Bahrain. And I will leave the satellite phone plugged in so you can use it as a beacon" "Are you hungry?" Jennifer asked Nuage, who eagerly nodded her head. So Nuage was treated to a typically British dinner of Beef Pie and Chips. Not exactly dietary, but just as Nuage was about to start eating, she broke down into tears and ran from the room back into the bedroom and flung herself down on the floor of a closet, crying hysterically. It was over half an hour before Jennifer could calm her down enough to get her to talk. "My best friends are all still prisoners somewhere and here I am free and getting fed anything I want. I have decided I will neither eat anything but bread and water, nor sleep on a bed until they are rescued" She told her. "Fair enough" Jennifer told her. "You can stay in this closet and sleep on a blanket. I will bring you a cup of water and a flat bread for your meals if it will make you feel any better" "Thank you for understanding, fellow student" Nuage said standing up and kissing her full on the lips, and then closing herself in the darkness of the closet as she walked away. |