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FOUNDLING: ARABIC ADVENTURES [ part 39 ] Peace and Quiet? Sister A sat in her private rooms atop the keep. Her dresser Giggles waiting patiently to assist her donning the leather habit and other items of her headmistress's uniform. She was wrapped in a fluffy white towel bathrobe Malibu Barbie had brought her back from California last winter. A nude and chained Giggles sitting at her feet was even more attentive to her mistresses every need since her near fatal wounding. And as her health improved, Giggles namesake sounds increased in frequency. Everyone of her fellow Sisters used the as a gauge of their Mistresses improving health. Smiling among themselves as it echoed throughout their private floor. Sister A had comforted Giggles all last night. Explaining the reason she too must endure the harsh discipline of her school. For how could Sister A sentence others, if her own dresser was seen to be exempt? Giggles had eventually accepted the coming day of punishment as a part of her sex slave schooling. And would join the others after seeing to her Mistresses dressing for the day. As she sat in a soft leather chair near the great window on the second floor directly over the schools main entrance, that dominated her sitting room, awaiting the suns rising before beginning her ritual of greeting the sun nude every morning, as she had been taught as a child in long vanished UR. Sister A contemplated the near bedlam that last nights events had landed on her lap.
Black Bird That great black symbiotic bird of Mavis's had first deposited a badly tortured little Mary Ann into the waiting arms of her medical team. Mavis’s own unit's doctor,an imposing female with the form of a pro linebacker and the gentle hands of a chief surgion, had just managed to stabilizer her in a flight that had only taken seconds to travel all the way from the Red Sea. That and the completely furnished medical department in the foot of the eastern corner tower had saved her from any permanent physical damage. Even Mavis Doctor had been amaised to find a brand new diagnostic catscan unit just sitting by itself in a room. All that gold lying around had to be good for something. Sister A promised one would be purchased and sent to the hospital in Ropeville by the time she was back. It would be weeks before Mary Ann was in any shape to attend classes, but both Mavis's and her doctors had promised within three months her young body would be back to normal. Fortunately, her screams had been in terror from what was about to happen to her instead of what had. No branding or skin-breaking whip marks. Nor piercing of nipples or labia for tiny gold control rings. The latter was still for Sister B to perform, as she did on all senior students before graduation. But she would certainly be surprised when it was Melissa's turn. She already had them as proof of her commitment to be trained by Spain's greatest Flamingo dancer. And the schools own staff was very adept at comforting little girls who had undergone torture. All the students had, or will have experienced sessions under Sister B's hand before graduation. Being able to please your owner while under a little torture was simply one of the duties of a fully trained sex slave. As far as this very special school was concerned anyway.
"More Little Girls?" But half an hour later the ship began depositing terrified little girls on in the great courtyard. A few of Mavis's troops accompanied each trip, but they all were wounded and had first priority in being carried into the infirmary by the waiting adult guards. Sister A, and her staff had organized the senior four classes to assign a pair of them to each new girl and if possible locate someone who spoke their language. And whisk them off to the great hall that composed the ground floor of the keep. Eventually the school actually was able to match up at least one current student who could make herself understood by the newly rescued girl. Sister B brought a few of her trainees upstairs to shepherd the over one hundred and fifty school age girls now standing or sitting all around the great hall. As the wounded Valkyrie were being settled in a senior dorm until they were mobile enough to be sent home. Sister A had the field trip sleeping bags brought up from the two floors of storage rooms under the main courtyard. School nurses were examine each of the new arrivals and tending to the myriad of relatively minor ills they had accumulated during their captivity in the little girl harem. "Mostly undernourishment and little activity" Being their chief medical ailment, though some would need surgery to repair damage due to repeated forced anal intercourse " The chief nurse reported to Sister A. "And if we keep them all I recommend a full set of needles".
My School Just then Sister A spotted Satellite stringing a cable from an inner window along the front of and right up onto the dais that was normally only occupied by Sister A's great chair she used for Morning judgments of girls brought up on charges of breaking the schools numerous rules. "What do you think you are doing" Sister A's voice rang out, freezing everyone in the room in their tracks. Especially little Satellite and four of her usual assistants as they maneuvered one of the new fifty inch projection TV's onto the stage. "Just providing a little entertainment for our new arrivals" Satellite quailed, dropping to her knees in front of her Headmistress. "Nothing occurs within my school without my express permission" Sister A said in the tone she used at morning judgment. "But she was just doing what she always does, providing a little escapement from our labor" Sister A turned to see it was her dresser Giggles who had broken another hard and fast rule. Students did not make a single sound except in their dorms or washrooms. Unless answering a question posed by a staff member. "Then you both will spend tomorrow hanging by your wrists from a bar in the inner courtyard and be switched at noon by one of Sister B's student torturers" Sister A ordered. The two, on their knees, heads down before her, were then left to contemplate tomorrows punishment as their Headmistress walked away to ensure her orders for the night watch by Sister B's staff, were being carried out. No guards would be taking these two to any holding cell, nor even early to their assigned cages in the dormitory. They would be expected to carry out any assigned task, or even be free as their classmates were. And report, unescorted, to the inner courtyard, right after wakeup tomorrow morning. Where Sister B's torturers in training would be waiting to suspend that days little girls sentenced to hang by their wrist. A girl currently assigned to the household staff would be there. Nude in her chains as all students on a months work detail were, to push a rolling set of stairs all day from suspended nude little girl to suspended nude little girl. Pouring bottled water down their parched throats. That in its self was a punishment detail for a girl, who the guards thought slacking off in her duties, was assigned to for a day. Both the girls pushing the ladder all day, and that she watered as they were hanging by their wrists in agony. Seldom repeated the errors that brought them to that day's sentence. Unless they were becoming addicted to pain as an arousing pleasure. Those after a careful physiological evaluation were given over to Sister B and her staff for careful training. Satellite stood and continued to set up the feed for the new projection TV with her now ashen faced crew. And Giggles meekly followed Sister A, as she was still her currently assigned dresser and go for. No one now doubted Sister A was fully recovered from her wounds. Even Satellite and Giggles were obviously not immune from the basic punishment of a day hanging by your wrists in the sun and a light whipping on your sun burnt body before being led to the infirmary for inspection and ointments. So You Were Hero's? Nuage, Flame, and Mitsui had arrived on the last plane. Three Little girls surrounded by the dirty, dusty and dog-tired Praetorian Valkyrie of Mavis unit. The welcoming girls committees who had assumed a planeload ago, no more young girls were arriving, missed them So they made their own, unheralded way to the infirmary, but were turned away as Mary Ann was still in surgery. Finally making it up to their dorm, had a quick shower and crawled into a group of currently unassigned cages were the rest of their grade year were sound asleep already.
Sweet Treats can lead to Unwanted Results By midnight every new girl and her two guides were set up in rows, drifting off to sleep. And for the new girls, bellies full for the first time in quite a while. Sister Monette, along with Malibu Barbie, Cindy, Becky Sue and their culinary staffs had been standing by to create any dishes, the girls might require to make them feel, welcome. But Valley Girl Barbie suggested the one universal food, Ice cream as the "Welcome to Safety" treat. And was soon proven right. Sister Monette the head of the cafeteria staff, set up a great ice-cream parlor with Barbie and Cindy adding generous spoonfuls of sweet syrups and sliced fruits to the cereal bowls full of ice-cream each and every new girl, ushered through was cheerfully consuming, along with her two greeters. It was so successful; Cindy and Barbie could not even stand being anywhere near ice cream or surgery syrups for months afterwards.
"Why Me?" Becky Sue, thought they needed to loose a few pounds anyway, and told them so that night as they prepared to enter their sleeping cages. The two were engaged in one of their little frequent tickling bouts. One would pinch or grab the ass of the other and off they would go, rolling on whatever flat surface, they happened to be on. Tickling and squealing with laughter. "That is quite enough" Becky Sue ordered, and her two younger charges froze." You know I have observed teachers, staff and even the Sisters carefully watching you pair of miscreants carrying on like that. As one of you are wearing virgin necklaces, but I do not see approval for lesbian sex wrist charms. I hope no one suspects that nonsense as your way of having any girl to girl sex" This had the desired effect on the two little early teens. They carefully disengaged their sweating little bodies from each other as if each were opposing magnetic forces. "I believe you have already undergone punishment at the hands of Sister A herself for engaging in unauthorized lesbian activities, Malibu Barbie" She went on. Knowing as many now senior girls had witnessed, Barbie being flogged spread eagle right in the main thoroughfare of the school by Sister A every morning for a week. As her own nude classmates had been forced to stretched her out horizontally above the floor, pulling on chains fettered to her wrists and ankles. "Yes, I have, Honored Senior classmate" Barbie answered in the required method for a junior class member addressing a senior. Barbie had actually been in the school as long as Becky, but had spent two memorable years assigned to a very special policeman, by Sister A. He had been killed by unknown enemies in that Concorde crash a few years ago. And Barbie then after destroying his house as ordered by him. Walked across the Mountains separating his private valley and her school, Almost freezing to death in the fall rains. Becky Sue then knelt down between the other two members of their triumvirate and quickly reaching out an arm around each thin little waist and trapping their arms against there bodies and hers. Pulled them towards her using her strong cheerleader's arms, hands tickled them unmercifully on their sensitive flat stomachs. "But no one will believe it if I do it to you" She said as, holding them tight as they screamed delightfully Very happy and very surprised their older sister engaged in their favorite pastime. Sister Monnette on her way to hand Barbie, her chief chef the meal plan for feeding the overstuffed school in shifts tomorrow. Stood just outside the small store room that had been cleaned out to hold their three cages and smiled at the sounds of three young girls laughing and having a good time together. "This can wait" She thought and went to round up a bed warmer for the night. A few events make a rather full day for my characters. |