FOUNDLING: THE ARABIC ADVENTURES

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 36 ]

Mavis and her groups were lying around the white sandy beach at the bottom of the fortresses cliffs enjoying a little deserved R&R. For a group of hard bodies they did not look too bad in bathing suits. None of them were brave enough to join the little schoolgirls bathing nude, but many wore, as that 50's song called them, "very teensy weensy" bathing suits.

Mavis, in a not too revealing one piece had just walked up out of the warm Mediterranean were she had inadvertently disturbed a schoolgirl and a boy off a nearby yacht trying to find out how long they could hold their breath underwater while kissing.

Earlier that day she had watched as a fast boat, rooster tail from its powerful prop highlighting its run at the beach. She saw the guards on beach duty appear to calmly meander towards concealed positions in the rocks forming the outer boarders of the beach. From where they could cover the boat if they believed it appeared to threaten their charges. But it powered down and was almost awash as it slid up the white sand.

Five boys hopped out, eyes wide as they spotted the sixty nude little girls lounging on rollup straw mats, drinking bottled water, and especially wandering nonchalantly past them to and from the water. But the group playing beach volleyball obviously had the desired effect on their young maleness.

Four of the boys were soon chatting up their choices, or surrounded by them. But one boy appeared to be just walking in a circle around the majority of the girls. A few bold ones said "HIGH" as he passed, but he appeared to avoid these more aggressive ones looking to add another inexperienced boy to their list of conquests.

Then Mavis saw the probable target of this young male's stalk. It was "Satellite" The Checkislovacian girl with her laptop in front of her prone tanned body on her straw mat. As she tried again to explain how to hook up a CD player, DVD player and stereo to a TV unit to a group of her fellow students who would probably never even be required to changed a light bulb in their pampered little sex slave lives.

This one had grown up in a house were her father had struggled to create a lucrative electronic installation and service business. Every member of the extended family helped unload, unpack and set up installations for they're customers from local's wealthy technocrats too highly placed members of the government and military. Only to see it taken from him by some of the ruthless thugs who replaced the communists in the power vacuum created when the iron curtain fell. With her father murdered, and her mother forcibly married to the gangs leader. She had suffered rape at the hands of her new stepfather on his wedding night to her mother, and tossed naked out into the cold rainy night after his men were through with her. She survived by hiding in the warehouse next door. And ended up in an orphanage after her mother stole his pistol, shooting him and his cronies dead, later that very night. Saving the last bullet for her self.

The schools retrieval units had purchased her from the orphanages operators and she was now in her last year of sex slave schooling. A month ago Malibu Barbie had convinced the Headmistress to install satellite TV in the school as a reward for all the hard work the girls were doing on the renovations. With piles of cables, strange boxes and four huge brand new sixty inch rear projection TV's sitting in the recreation room, Britannia had stepped forward and convinced Sister A she could make it all work.

She was already recognized as a brilliant electronic technician. The school making sure she had access to the latest technical publications and her own laptop. Brettina was put in charge of a handpicked crew of trustworthy girls of her technical classes. By dark the delighted girls were watching approved downloads and the girls in turn nicknamed her "Satellite" One that stuck and she was very proud to bear. Brettinia now taught from the front of a technical class as much as she sat in one. And was seen chatting quietly with Malibu Barbie's constant companion Cindy, a girl also known for her technical prowess.

But as Mavis watched, another girl moved to intercept the circling boy.

"Hello" She said, interposing her young nude body into his path. He bumped up abruptly right against her firm young breasts startled, as his had been eyes were locked on his prone target.

"If you like I can save you another dozen laps around the beach and introduce you to Satellite" She offered with a bright smile.

"Please" was all he got out as his feet hastily backed away from any other boys his ages wet dream.

Becky Sue just smiled. She was the most beautiful girl in the school, her perfect cheerleader body bursting with femaleness. Her 36" chest, 24: waist and 36" hips the envy of every female who laid eyes on her and the target of every male's desire. But as Becky Sue was the third in the Barbie-Cindy triumvirate created by Sister A, and already due to be delivered this Christmas to their master with them, was just enjoying the final months of her schooling.

She led him over to where Brettina lay and kneeling down grabbed his hand and pulled the smaller boy down with her.

"Satellite, this one has been circling you like a hunting falcon for the last ten minutes. I could see he was getting on the guard's nerves so I decided to end it and drag him over and introduce him to you.

"Satellite, this is, What is your name anyway?" She inquired of the silent boy.

"Marcel" He stammered.

"Marcel, meet Satellite" she said looking at her. "Satellite meet Marcel" she said looking at him.

"Now sit down Marcel and chat before the guards dump you back into the boat you came in. And Satellite try to at least talk to this one, he looks safe enough " She told them, and gesturing for the other girls to scatter. Which they promptly did when such a highly regarded senior prompted, then walked back to her umbrella were Malibu Barbie and Cindy lay asleep in the shade.

As Becky Sue approached, she sawn Barbie's left-hand flash out and sink her nails into Cindy's taught rear. Cindy cried out in response and rolling over on top of Barbie, started tickling her. As Becky Sue stood frowning down on the other two who composed their triumvirate. They rolled on their mats giggling and tickling each other, Becky Sue remembered complaining to Sister "A" after finding out about being added to that pair of miscreants.

"You will have to be their big sister" The Headmistress had told her when Becky Sue had asked "Why Me?"

"You three will have a very long time together. But they will forever act as if they are only thirteen years old most of the time. And I need your far older than your forever sixteen years, level head to keep them in line" Sister A had told Her.

"You graduate this year and I know you have been wondering were you would end up. Well, for as long as required you will live with Malibu Barbie and Cindy in Barbie's uncles home in the US. And when he is gone, you three will then return here until reassignment" Her Head Mistress informed a now puzzled Becky Sue. "How long is a very long time? She had thought

"And how can they always be thirteen and I always sixteen?"

Meanwhile the newly introduced couple was getting aquatinted.

"High" Said Brettina softly, as she gathered her laptop up to cover her breasts.

"High Satellite" He replied sitting down in the sand in front of her.

She curled up and sat up on her mat in front of him, her laptop carefully concealing her budding breasts.

"Actually my name is Brettina, "Satellite" being an nickname given to me when I setup a complete satellite TV receiving system, with two remote controlled satellite dishes right here in the castle" She quietly told him.

"All by yourself?" He wonderingly replied.

"Sure, no problem, the new I-Star system is a breeze compared to the many cobbled together from different manufacturers, I have worked on."

"Why did you pick me?" She asked looking up into his brown eyes.

"Be cause I am shy and thought talking about computers might break the ice" He quietly replied.

"You understand computers well?" She inquired.

"Sure do" He said eagerly warming to his favorite subject. "I have created web sites, and some of my programming was used on a replacement for Napster when it went bust" He told her modestly.

"Well, what do you think of this?" She inquired, lying back down on her mat and flipping her laptop open.

Marcel ignored the dozens of prettier nude girls all around them; she showed him some of her own software creations. Her words, scent and face kept him transfixed.

Marcel decided right then and there to make this schoolgirl his lifelong true companion, no matter who his parents arranged for him to marry. The sons of the members of his father's corporate board had told him as they approached the beach, that these schoolgirls were being trained as mistresses for the very rich.

And when his father past away, Marcell would control the world's largest publishing house, operated from their headquarters in Montreal Canada. And be very rich. He hopped she would like the residences he intended to build for them across the world.

Just as Mavis was toweling off and watching the two finally come up for air, laughing as only the truly in love can. A guard came running out of the gate leading into the fortress.

"Four schoolgirls on a tour of Granada have disappeared after a car accident separated them from their guards" He gasped out.

"Action required, I guess our vacation is over" Mavis said walking up to were her eighteen friends lay tanning. They all jumped up and followed Mavis into the tunnel that lead up to the fortress high above.