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FOUNDLING: ARABIC ADVENTURES [ part 40 ] Endgame Fortunately dealing with new very skittish students, trying to cope with the realization they would be pampered pets in guided cages for probably the rest of their lives, gradually traumatized most new pretten or ealy teenaged students into either dramatics or depression. That is why it has always been the task of selected senior girls, to literally take newcomers in hand and ease their transition from personal freedoms to learned obedience. Many girls originated in areas of poorer relatively hardscrabble existences. Often their intelligence or beauty was their ticket out. But in many places, females occupied the lowest ring in the social pecking order. No one cared about their brains, just using their bodies for personal pleasure or profit. The schools offer of a higher education and a relatively easy lifestyle for the girls, if found in orphanages, or purchased from parents was most often accepted. Sometimes the mother brokered her own daughter's sale in order to ensure her a much better life than her own. And sometimes a girl would run off and track the acquisition teams down after the schools offer was rejected by the parents or the orphanage. As she knew, they had plans to either marry her of to some local oaf. Or sell her into the much harsher sex slave underworld than the one the school trained females for. These girls the units eagerly accepted, clandestinely shipping them out of their countries through the systems extensive transportation of little girl network. About a third of the newly arriving students every year students were already owned or considered property when they arrived. These girls had little problem being absorbed by the curriculum, as they knew already what life held for them. Some were nieces or adopted girls sent by stepfathers or stepmothers for training. Some were owned by Mistresses or Masters who, already owning graduates, invested in having one of their own trained as they required. Some as Mary Ann physiologically required structured controlled lives to function. Some as Mitsui, or Foundling, had been under such a regime all their lives. And some as Foundlings little Melissa, committed themselves to the sex slave life to be with their soul mates. Cindy, Malibu Barbie's soul mate being another example of one who committed themselves in order not to be separated from one they found they could not live without. {Though honestly anyone who could put up with a true California Valley Girl like Malibu Barbie, on a daily basis for probably forever, should be put up for Sainthood. Becky Sue definitely as she had two of them to deal with} Foundling, as Mavis and other Foundlings before her had easily adapted to the sheltered life of the convent like school. It gave them a place to grow up unobserved and provided them with a background and a network of safe house to fall back on if things got a little crazy later. Somehow, many of the Diaspora Foundlings were, had, or were eventually going to end up at the school. Sister A had an encyclopedic photographic memory. And could recall every single girl who had passed through her schools since their founding under the Ziggurats of her home city UR, centuries ago. But their appeared to be a block or blank were Foundlings were concerned. She remembered them, but never connected their singularity of existence with another Foundling before them.
Rules and Regulations The staff dealing with new arrivals soon pegged Melissa as Foundlings partner. Lesbianism was taught to females so inclined. But partnerships as all things at the school required permission. No two girls could literally set up permanent coupling. If you preferred girls, then you submitted your desires to the Head Mistress and were fixed with a gold wristband composed of endlessly intertwining female bodies, on your right wrist. But that meant you were required to interact with any other girl wishing to couple with you. Either in the appropriate class or on your own free time. But having a permanent partner, refusing all others, would get you both sent up before Sister A. Never a good idea at the best of times. If you were a virgin, no penetration was allowed no matter of sexual predilection. Your virginity was part of your selling price and not yours to give away. That being one of the hardest rules to obey. And receiving the harshest punishment if flouted. Foundling and Melissa were separately and together inquired of their relationship. As Foundling had not been a virgin for years, would perform as required for Masters or Mistresses. The decision was left up to her for the future. Melissa, still a Virgin, was fitted with a gold "No trespassing inside this vaginal passage " necklace. And informed the South American slave operated Orchid greenhouse always needed new slaves to replace those worked to death by the harsh labor required of girls who gave away what was not theirs to give. {Actually it was not much harsher than the month long work details in the school. But it was continuous daily labor until they were sixteen without any rest or schooling, except sexual classes} She repeated her love for Foundling, but when informed she would be required to have many lovers during her schooling, also left the decision to a later date. Holding hands, and kissing cheeks between little girls was gender neutral as far as the school was concerned. It was just little girls being what they do best, being friends with other little girls in the same situation. And in actuality Malibu Barbie and Cindy's tickling bouts were just Barbie and Cindy being themselves as far as Sister A, and the rest of the school staff were concerned. But as Becky Sue used their possible concern it was seen by the staff as illicit lesbianism, to control its happening too often right in the middle of just about everything. Well, Sister A had let it be known that, keeping her opinion of it secret from those two miscreants, was OK with her.
Checking in and Being Checked Out Foundling and Melissa were thoroughly checked over by the medical staff who confirmed Foundling was in perfect health and Melissa would indeed require a regime of diet and workouts in order to build up her muscle tone. A sad faced Melissa stood forlornly by as this information was fed into her newly issued PDF. But when told Foundling, if she agreed would, also at least be in the exercise class, perked her up a little bit. As the clothiers had trouble finding pieces small enough to fit Melissa's diminutive shape. It was a good thing the skirt was wrap around. But even there, a large Scottish style kilt pin was required to keep it up as it wrapped past the usual belting. The smallest of the blouse at least looked as if she was not going to be buried in it. And the schools fashion design class tasked with reworking the rest of the necessary school outfits in order to get her through. In Melissa's case it was in her favor Sister A had decided for the sake of the laundry details, to let the students go nude while in the fortress. Lunch was next and as the prep bell sounded, they walked into the main courtyard searching for their first year classmates. Finding actually they so far, were it. They had been told four more were waiting in Granada to be brought in by the next returning field trip. But until then, Foundling and Melissa were the only members of the 2005-1 graduate class. So they formed up at the end of the column and were just getting to the start of the serving counter when the senior classes stood and walked out. Exiting a meal, as a class, when they were done. Not until all were done, was one of the perquisites the senior classes were allowed by Sister A. Melissa jumped, as her PDF in is shoulder pouch went off as she neared the servers. The PDF in its shoulder bag slung across their body was all the students were wearing tonight. A blond haired girl not much bigger than Melissa, but dressed in Dominant Mistress black leathers walked up to behind the servers and order.'' Melissa here is on a muscle building regime. See that she gets mostly protein and plenty of dietary fats" And watched carefully as they loaded her up with cold cuts, egg potato salads, and fruits. Topping it off with a big glass of milk. "Eat hardy Melissa and do not be shy about returning for seconds" The serving line leader smiled, and walked away to admonish a girl to refill the fruit bowls. Melissa had trouble carrying her loaded tray to where Foundling led her, the far back of the great room. And they sat face to face, as all the students in their class groups were. Foundling eventually consuming that of Melissa's plate load she was unable to consume. When the rest of the students exited most went to their dorms or the recreation rooms as the school followed the Spanish custom of siesta through the heat of summers mid day. Foundling and Melissa inquired and were directed to a ground floor washroom, but found a female guard posted in the room. Other girls were using the doorless stalls, so they did the likewise. Chatter was permitted in the washrooms and the two new girls found many senior girls introducing themselves and welcoming them to their school. They then followed a few girls out through the Garden tower into the breezes wafting across the small guarded beyond it. Here again a mixed pair of guards patrolled, chatting between themselves and students. For at siesta, and after school, quiet conversation was permitted in this, outer guarded. Foundling and Melissa were engaged in conversations by a number of girls, as they strolled among the flowerbeds or lounged on the grass. Where they were from, how old they were. How did they get here, and why. They observed senior girls typing away or reading from their PDF's. And one senior girl, Satellite volunteered to walk them through the basics. And soon a dozen girls were forming an impromptu class around her, .as she sat in a corner of the garden under the shadow of the tower. As English was not the first language of over half the students, their PDF's also acted as both teachers of English and translation dictionaries. The newer models could actually speak a word chosen or typed in. A great boon to the students as proficiency in at least four new languages by graduation was a requirement. Two fully armed adult females walked into the garden as Foundling and Melissa struggled to learn basic interaction with their PDF's. Melissa shivered beside Foundling until she reached out to comfort her. "They are part of Mavis's Valkyrie group" A senior girl siting beside then said. Do not fret little one, came to protect us from the terrorists who shot our Head Mistress and are resting before returning home. I have even heard their leader is a graduate" She confided. "We were the two she rescued from the little nude girl fighting pits" Melissa chirped up before Foundling could silence here. Well that tore it. The focus of all the girls within hearing then insisted, lead by Satellite herself, requesting that they sit right there and tell the tale of their adventures. Little Melissa may have led a relatively sheltered and pampered life. Her daily existence since birth, one of faceless servants and over attentive Nannies, her parents just infrequent visitors except when they trotted her out on holidays and birthdays. But she could spin a tale and was a natural speaker. By the time the bell sounded for the return to work or class, Melissa had mesmerized every girl who could squeeze herself into the grassy area. She had skipped over her transformation by Foundling when she had received a threatening glance as she told of their preparation by the White Witch for the Granada bout. As the girls rose to leave, many urged her to return tomorrow and continue her tale. Foundling glowering a few feet away as Melissa promised she would be here. "But it really was a great adventure, sweet Foundling" Melissa said, kissing her love on the cheek. "It did not seem so to you at the time. And I had hopped to spend our years together hear in relative obscurity Melissa" She snorted and walked away. Melissa looked forlornly at the disappearing back of her lover and sat back down on a stone bench, tears rolling down her face.
Kindred Souls "You know, being notorious around here myself, it does have its advantages and disadvantages" Two young long blond hair females dressed in Dominatrix leathers said. They had been standing out of sight of Melissa as she had spun her tale of flight, capture, bondage and forced little girl pit fighting. "I am that totally notorious thorn in our Headmistresses life, Malibu Barbie. And this one is the only slightly less so Cindy" She continued, indicating the identically dressed girl standing beside her. The second one, the short blond hair girl who had called Melissa by name from behind the serving lines at lunch. "My notorious reputation is solely due to my association with you, soul mate dear" Cindy retorted, as she carefully sat down beside Melissa. " You know, anything but standing or perching on a stool is near impossible in these leather outfits' She gasped. "The corset is so tight you can hardly bend" "But we look pretty good in them. Sweetcheeks". Barbie replied. "But Not Nearly As Good As, I do" Another girl laughed as she walked up. "This absolutely gorgeous and she knows it, leather clad creature is our senior classmate and minder Becky Sue" Cindy laughed back. The new girl's body had been created to wear those leathers Melissa thought. She did indeed look like a long blond hair version of that 50's pinup girl Betty, her father had collected pictures of" She thought. "You should get these two chatting about their adventures, if you have nothing else to do for the next month" Becky Sue chided walking up to Melissa and sitting stiffly on her other side. "All three of us came from traumatic existences" Becky Sue confided in her. I was barely alive from torture when I was purchased from my uncle" She went on. Little Barbie here had suffered at the hands of her own uncle and Cindy came to us from an orphanage. And we have done well since arriving here. You will find all our fellow students are kindred souls.
Valkyrie Come Riding, Bringing Thor's Gift of Death Just then every girls PDF in the school went off in a short series of beeps. "Something serious is up, that is the back to your dorms immediately order "Becky Sue said rising and ushering the others back out through the Garden tower and into the courtyard. Just then, Mavis's bathing suit clad group came up the stairs from the tunnel leading to the beach and, as Sister B stood talking to Mavis, the rest charged for their accommodation in the tower assigned to them. Girls flowed from everywhere towards the doors in the ground floor of the buildings that formed the walls between the towers, up the winding stairs and into their assigned living quarters on the top floor. Their endless speculation driven by unfounded rumors traveled from girl to girl and dorm to dorm. Melissa was swept up as a leaf falling into a stream that merged with a torrent and found herself in an unknown dorm, with not a familiar face in sight. "Hey, adventure girl, maybe you know what is going on" One sharp tack, nervous as all the rest, inquired. "No, but since I am here, if you like, I can tell you of mine" Melissa replied. Knowing her telling it and them sitting down and listening to it, would at least settle them and her down. So when two guards came to do a safe and sound headcount check of this dorm, found them all sitting enthralled as Melissa again told of her and Foundlings adventure. As one pair of guards had been dispatched specifically to search for the schools new adventurers, just in case. Many people were quite happy to find she was spinning her tale safe in a mid year classes dorm. Things quieted down, but the students were allowed to stay in their dorms for the rest of the afternoon. Their PDF's were sent "Resume normal activities" Just as the bell sounded for dinner prep and the streams of girls again flowed into a river, depositing them all in line for the serving tables. Here they found it was a rare treat Pizza being served to one and all. And as Melissa stood waiting for generous slices of her favorite, Hawaiian, Cindy leaned over and whispered; "We were going to do a meat and potatoes meal, but as the alarm sent us to our residences too. Pizza was Sister Monette's "And everyone loves it anyway" choice of a fast and filling replacement. After dinner, at which a chained girl attached to the cafeteria duty kept bringing her more pizza on the dietician's orders. A stuffed Melissa went hunting Foundling. Back in the upper courtyard, Melissa heard the sounds she new would lead her to Foundling.
Talents Back through the Garden tower into the sunlit greenery of the garden, Melissa was drawn by the gentle rhythms wafting from a Spanish guitar. There a group of girls sat around her love as she perched on the low outer wall, head down. Played her heart out. "She has great talent" An adult female voice came from behind her. She turned to see Mavis, back in her Valkyrie mode standing just behind her. "Greetings my savior and mother of my love" Melissa said quietly as she hugged Mavis's leg. "And yours too, or have you forgotten how I lifted you up on my hip?" Mavis said reaching down and doing it again. A clearly delighted Melissa wrapped her spindly arms around Mavis's neck. And gleefully replied. "Are you sure you want this for a daughter" She softly said. Altering her face to that of a Vampire's Foundling had changed her into. "I love both of you equally Melissa. Foundling has her own devils inside her too" Now go and be with your sister. I have to be ready with my Valkyrie to rescue another set of kidnapped students. She deposited the now no longer motherless happy little girl on the grass and walked back down the dim corridor leading to the upper courtyard. As the sun began to set, guards went around the garden, instructing the girls to retire. Those who were proficient at languages were instructed to hold themselves ready in the recreational rooms as the staff believed some rescued incoming girls might need comforting in their own languages. Foundling and Melissa were sent for by the Headmistress and wondering how they could have broken one of the schools rules walked a little apprehensively towards the great hall were she was. "Senior girls were sitting in the lotus position in two rows before the dais where their Headmistress had her great chair. Three Sisters currently in attendance before her, blocking them off from her view. A guard took them in charge and moved them to one side up at the dais. When the three Sisters walked off each attended by a few senior girls, the guard ushered the two up in front of their Head Mistress. "Your recent savior Mavis has gone with her Valkyrie to rescue four more of our kidnapped students. They were taken all the way to Bahrain on the Red Sea" Sister A told them. "Most of the girls will be kept out of the way in their dorms, but you two, because of your connection with Mavis, can stay here with us" "I am sure your Guitar can help us keep our selves calm as we await our schoolmates return" Sister A added, remembering her own fondness for the Spanish Guitar. So Foundling sat at the headmistress's feet and played through her repertoire. Melissa not daring to dance, unbidden before her headmistress. Melissa almost jumped out of her skin when a few tunes later her Headmistress crooked a finger, calling her to her side. Melissa stood up and trembling at the summons, slowly walked to her side. "I hear you dance with the passion of a true Flamingo dancer" Sister A asked her. "Yes Mistress" The trembling little girl replied. "Then fetch your castanets, put on the outfit hanging above your cage and dance" She ordered. An elated Melissa ran to comply with her orders. Fifteen minutes later, with the aid of two seniors the Headmistress had sent after her. Melissa stood before her in the full black and silver costume the Gypsy dancer had given her. "You certainly look the part" Now prove it" Sister A ordered. Foundling, silent and with her face blank, waited for Melissa to get into position. Then she plaid as she had never before. Slowly at first, then gradually increasing the tempo as her tutor had taught her, until her fingers flew over the strings. Melissa's hands flashed, her castanets rang out in time with the strident, increasing demands of Foundling's guitar. Her feet easily keeping up with Foundlings music increasing tempo. She whirled, weighted dress swirling around her, leaped, bent double backwards and her feet played a statico on the polished hardwood floor of the great hall. She withdrew, dancing across the hall beyond the double line of her fellow students sitting just a few feet away from their headmistress. And as Foundlings guitar increased the tempo towards the climax, leapt over them, landing in a curtsy position on the floor at her Mistress's feet, head down, wrist's held behind her back. The roar of "Bravo" From her school mates, and Sister A bending down and lifting her up, right off her feet facing her. Sent her heart soaring as it had never before. "You can certainly Dance, Melissa, but I know your ending position of submission was not directed to me" And kissed her full on the lips, depositing her back down in front of a beaming Foundling. "Now we will be known for more than our adventures," A proud Foundling said to Melissa as she resumed her submissive stance before her lover.
Black Bird Deliveries A few minutes later Mavis's great black bird landed in the courtyard for the first of it's innumerable trips that evening. By the time Sister A had rushed to the site, it had vanished, and a great Valkyrie carrying a little nude girl tenderly in her arms, was rushing her into the infirmary, Sister A right behind her. The next flights brought battle wounded Valkyrie and terrified little girls in see through silk harem outfits. School guards assisted or carried on stretchers the Valkyrie and pairs of seniors whisked each little girl as she disembarked into the reception area set up by Sister A in the great hall of the keep. Barely controlled bedlam ensued as increasingly more terrified little girls were brought into the huge room. With two strangers holding their arms as they were brought in, and unable to communicate because of a language barrier, most of them had to be literally dragged in.
For most it only took minutes to achieve their still wary co-operation. But it took only a few, either still terrified, no matter what they heard. Or the few who appeared to understand dialects unknown to the student linguists that kept the noise level high and the tension level even higher. When Sister B suggested the incommunicado girls be shown their fellow girls they had been rescued with gradually accepting their new surroundings. It appeared to be working. And much later when two flights had brought only withdrawing Valkyrie, the entire group was settle down. It was then Foundling, unheralded began to play softly, Melissa quietly dancing barefoot, to get everyone settled down to watch her. And was surprised when six of the new girls joined her. Dancing a different way, swirling and leaping, but equally joyful in the ability to now dance and perform in freedom. Sister Monette had decided to accept Malibu Barbie's suggestion of ice cream as a universal welcome treat, and started the first girls down the ice-cream parlor line. With Barbie and Cindy at the end heaping sugary confections and sliced fruit on top of the cereal bowls full of their favorite flavors. Much later, Sister A motioned the now exhausted Foundling and Melissa to follow her, leading them, mysteriously out of the main keep and across the now silent and shadowy main courtyard and into a tower. After ascending two flights of stairs, Sister A knocked on a room's door. And after hearing a response, opened the door, ushering the two questioning little girls in. Then closing the door after them, and walking away uncharacteristically smiling broadly. Inside Foundling and Melissa saw a tired Mavis struggling to remove her battle dress and with cries of delight and concern rushed to both hug and assist her. Soon all three were lying naked together on the thin pallet, nestled happily in each other's arms. I hope you have enjoyed this series. It’s creation has stretched over nearly the entire year. |