FOUNDLING: LOST AND FOUND

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 35 ]

Being the Arabic Adventures of Mary Ann, Mitsui, Flame and Nuage

Mary Ann awoke in utter silence and darkness. She could not feel a blindfold nor hood over her eyes as she had when transported to her visits in the Ropeville hotel complex. Nor feel any movement or vibration from either land or air transportation.

But her hands were pinioned by soft, but firm cuffs up and behind her head, and a pair on her ankles kept her body bent down on her knees on a wooden surface. Wherever she was, it was hot and from the smell and dampness down her legs, she had, to her embarrassment, peed herself.

Then she head a whizzing sound as if a drill was being used for a short time, first above and to her left and gradually moving around in front of her.

"I am in a box or packing crate and they are removing the screws from the lid" Realized Mary Ann. On one hand she hopped it would be Ropeville, and on the other dreaded it would be that Japanese gangster who had kidnapped Mary Ann and her friend Mitsui before.

But in the semi darkness of the room in which her shipping crate was being unpacked, another collector of little girls awaited this lesser of his new four toys.

When the wooden cover was lifted away, Mary Ann saw two men in faded desert camouflage uniforms, an other man in rich white Arabic dress further away, and beside him, two dark outlines shrouded from head to foot in shape concealing white. Only a pair of eyes indicated a human shape underneath.

The Arabic man spoke in some unknown language and the white shape on his left advance on two bronzed bare feet and knelt before Mary Ann's crate.

"Our Master has expended a mere pittance for you and hopes no further expenses will be required" The now obviously female voice informed Mary Ann in a singsong French accented English voice.

"You will be unpacked and will meekly follow me to the bath house for cleaning up and transformation" She went on. If you resist he has told me you will rue this day for the rest of your life. Do not speak unless spoken to, or he will have your tong cut out as he has done before" She warned the tearful little new captive in front of her.

Mary Ann just nodded her head and hoped they would not harm her.

The two burly soldiers reached in as the girl stood up and unlocked first her ankles, then her wrists. Mary Ann stood up, rubbing her chaffed wrists and wriggling her hips and shoulders to ease the ache of blood flowing back into them.

The Girl led her away as the Arabic man made some comment, and the two military dressed guards guffaud in reply. Red faced and embarrassed at being probably laughed at for obviously peeing herself while confined, she failed to see the other female fall in behind.

It was hot wherever she was, thought the frightened little girl. They walked out of the relative cool shade of the first room and after traversing a colonnaded portico, walked across a cobblestone yard were the sun beat down mercilessly on them. Mary Ann was covered in sweat when they reached the other side and returned to shaded cool areas. Two huge bronze studded doors blocked they way and the first girl raised a small n metal whistle and blowing on it, sent a call bouncing off the doors. In answer the two thick wooden doors swung open, and Mary Ann hesitated. The hitherto unseen girl came up from behind and shoved Mary Ann forward into the gateway.

"Do not resist or she will have you flogged while you hang out in that courtyard we just crossed and then given to the masters guards for sport" The leading girl threatened.

Mary Ann turned to see the girl who had pushed her holding a coiled whip in her right hand and holding the left out and down, palm upwards and open. As if offering Mary Ann a choice.

Mary Ann chose to bide her time and walked into the Harem.

The first courtyard proved to be a beautiful hidden garden. The next a portico shaded pool full of swimming, tanning and sitting nude little girls. Later in her life she would see another pool full of little girls, but those would be laughing and playing with each other. Not the pool full of solemn, silent girls this place was.

They turned left stepping over or around the girls as they watched another, as they had, apprehensively making their first sojourn into the area were they would spend the rest of their lives.

Across a sky blue marbled room full of soft couched and pillows into a much smaller room holding two small pools, from which steam rose. Four nude girls approached Mary Ann and taking her hands led her to the edge of the first pool. Mary Ann could see it was actually a large square bath, with marble steps leading down into it. The girls started stripping off Mary Ann's clothing, and when she tried to resist, two held her wrists and the other two continued.

They then still holding her forearms walked her into a small alcove, apparently a toilet and turning her around to face them, sat her down. Mary Ann took the opportunity to empty her bowels and one handed her folded toilet paper to clean herself off.

With two girls on each side, Mary Ann recognized they could make her do what they wanted. She did not see the first two, but they were probably close to back up these four.

Finally she just let them do what they wanted and soon found herself nude and being led down into the pool/bath. They silently started soaping her up from head to toe and then with natural sponges began vigorously scrubbing every inch of her skin.

One approached with a straight razor, and two gripped her in strong hands. They parted her legs and with her body trembling at the razors touch. Carefully shaved off the fuzz around her sex lips, under her arms.

Mary Ann very grateful when they were done, and the razor cleaned off and put away.

After rinsing her off, they sat her on a low step, her shoulders just out of the water and washed her hair, first with something smelling antiseptic, and then one smelling very aromatic.

They then led her out and with fluffy towels dried her off.

Then she saw the original two had returned. But now the dark eyed one who had spoke was dressed in an al most transparent harem outfit of billowing pants and short shift top. The other similarly dressed, but composed of a solid figure concealing white. The two approached and the dark hared one said' Follow" and walked away.

As Mary Ann followed, the whip carrying one fell in behind. Other than the dark hared one, no one either spoke or made any sound whatever as they had performed their cleaning duties. It was both eerie and spooky.

The next rooms appeared to be storage rooms full of boxes and huge urns with lids. More in keeping with a warehouse. All the rooms and corridors from now on were just utilitarian white plaster with cold tilled floors. The soft marble and cushions of the inner seraglio left behind.

But then came the smell of food cooking and a room of low tables with more, or maybe the same little girls kneeling before them. Each being served food in shallow bowls by four aged females who pushed metal carts full of cooking pots of different looking or smelling food in front of them.

But being fed was not yet on Mary Ann's itinerary and she was led past to a small room full of wooden closets. An obvious female seamstress reigned here, bolts of colorful cloths, sewing and surging machines and a material cutting table testament to her workplace.

"Stand on that platform". The speaking girl ordered and the nude Mary Ann complied.

"What beautiful eyes you have. The elder seamstress told her. And I'll but in a very few years you little tities will be swelling to great milkers. I can see it in your hip bones, your curves will have your master bedding you on a regular basis." She told a blushing Mary Ann., as her strong hands ran over Mary Ann's body. Exploring this new little girl developing body, inspecting it for her master's approval.

She opened a drawer and indicating Mary Ann raise her arms. Slipped a silken sleeveless top over her arms, fitting it over, and just barely covering, her budding breasts. Next a similarly transparent set of pants slipped over her legs, just resting on developing hips, adding a silver chain belt with small silver coins dangling down. And last, reaching into a large dark wooden box, a silver necklace with a single emerald.

She then reached out grasping Mary Ann's chin in her hands speaking directly into her face.

"You are a vision in green" Little one. I'll bet your friends told you that you would never be anything but a little plain mouse. But I can tell you, that by the time your teens have ended your body will make males gasp"

"Make sure she is taught to dance" She ordered, and both girls nodded in obedience.

They then led Mary Ann away down another blank white plastered corridor full of closely packed doors, and into a very small room behind one. It was about ten feet square and held only a bunch of pillows and a covered chamber pot.

"Sit and await your masters summons" The whip carrying girl told her. "You will not be fed or watered until he orders it. Do not make a sound or you will await his call chained and gagged" She threatened.

A tearful, trembling lipped Mary Ann sank down onto the pillows in the corner and now finally left in piece her mind began to contemplate her situation.

"Were are the others? Especially Mitsui, somewhere here, or sold off to another. Would they ever see each other again? Would she be fed, as her stomach already growled? She had no idea what time or even day it was"

"Would that Arabic male in white forcibly take her virginity?"

Time stands still or appears endless for those with no way to measure it's passing. Hours seem either short or drearily long. Days, weeks, months appear to have no meaning for one who's life no longer require measuring their passing.

Mary Ann suddenly sprang to her feet when she heard the metal door of her prison open.

The original two were standing there, the talker holding a set of manacles in her hands.

"Put these on" The whip carrier ordered.

Mary Ann looked forlornly at the collar, handcuffs, ankle chains and hobbles reminding her of some jail movie she had been shown by her ersatz mother.

She reached out and picking up the slave collar placed it around her neck, the finality of the click as it closed sending tears down her cheeks. Next she picked up the connected hobble chains, kneeling down to click them on her thin ankles. She then stood bringing the connected wrist manacles up in her hands. :

"Turn around" Ordered the talking girl. She complied and the wrist shackles were attached in their place holding her arms behind her back. The long connecting chain led between the center of the chains running between her wrists and those running between her ankles. The collar had its own lead chain hanging down to a clip resting at her cloris.

When the talk girl reached down and walking away holding it in her hand. Mary Ann had no choice but to follow. With a sift chinking of her new chains Mary Ann the new sex slave was led off, she supposed, to her new life.

They led her all the way back to the large sky blue marbled room, now empty except for the masses of silken pillars, and directly through it to a small lattice windowed room beyond.

Three older females, their bodies buried alive in the required Arabic wear for females, except for their faces, sat behind a low table.

"These are your Masters First Wife in the center, his mother to her left and his younger sister to her right.

"They are here to decide your fate. Answer their questions truthfully if you do not wish to feel my whip" the commanding girl walking behind her whispered.

Mary Ann was led directly in front of these three powerful women and pushed down to kneel submissively in front of them, head down.

"My husband spends freely chasing his long lost youth acquiring girls young enough to be his daughters, daughters" The First Wife said. Were are you from child?"

"I am a California girl" Mary Ann replied. Taken while visiting Granada in Spain" Mistress.

"You may address me as First Wife if I require you ever to talk again" She replied.

"How experienced are you?" His mother inquired.

"None at all as I am still a virgin" Mary Ann replied.

"Interesting as we have heard American girls are very promiscuous" Her Masters sister inquired.

"It is probably as fictitious as many of the things I think are true about Arabic girls" Mary Ann softly replied.

"Feed and water her a little and return her to her room" The First wife ordered, and Mary Ann was led away.

"Your Husband is treading on precarious grounds. If the Americans discover he has an American girl. There will be a lot of trouble," His Mother said as Mary Ann disappeared out the door.

"And it will all fall on his swelled head, my Husbands Mother, as I have planned" His first wife quietly thought to herself.

Mary Ann was led by her neck chain back into the room were she had seen the other girls being fed.

They unlocked her wrist cuffs from behind her back and reapplied them in front.

The whip carrier stayed guarding her while the other entered through another doorway. The talking one soon returned with a small steaming bowl and a thin flapjack sized piece of bread sitting on top, and handed it too Mary Ann.

"When we take you back to your room, let this cool off enough to drink it down and dip the bread in it" She ordered and the two led Mary Ann back to her cell and locked her in.

Mary Ann, her stomach growling from lack of food, sat the small bowl of some sort of stew on the floor and bit off a mouthful of the dry flat bread. "I hope this will not be all I am fed each day" Mary Ann worried.

"Just then a scream torn from a young females throat, range out from somewhere far away echoed in her cell. Mary Ann shivered and began to sob. It sounded a bit like her best friend Mitsui's voice.

After silenced reigned, Mary Ann waited for her food to cool enough for her to drink it down. And soaked up the dregs with her dry bread.

Tears ran down her face as she contemplated the last few day's events. She had resigned herself to spending the next few years being trained as a submissive sex slave in that school. But at least Mitsui would be there and every summer she might get to spend some of it back home. Now all that seemed to be just a distant memory as these people absorbed her into the life in a harem, somewhere in an Arabic country. The worst part being the probability it would never end and she would be spending the rest of her life here all alone.

A few minutes later Mary Ann snuggled herself as best she could into the pile of plain cushions in the back half of her cell and cried herself to sleep.