|
FOUNDLING: ARABIC ADVENTURES [ part 41 ] Piece and Quiet Sister A stood, naked as the day she had been born, facing the rising sun, performing the ancient greeting of the female to the giver of all life. Her own mother Priestess of the Sun at UR had taught her this ritual as soon as she had been old enough to perform it. Sister A had stood naked, every morning since and performed the greeting. This morning as her body habitually went through the ritual; her eyes caught the movements of another on the roof of the main gate tower. There two nude figures, one tall and graceful, the other diminutive and less so. Those two moved as she was, honoring the rising of the sun for another day. A third nude form slouched nearby against the crenellations of the outer wall. Only one group of three girls matched that description, and she was positive the slouched was that "Rodao Drive Stores Only for Me" Malibu Barbie. The others performing the ritual therefore could only be Cindy, and Becky Sue. But now as they all finished, and the three slipped back down the tower stairs, Sister A did not look forward to the first part of the day. All night she had worked in her office completing and finalizing the great adventures she had planned for her students. But first came dressing, and that meant facing her current dresser Giggles, then before even breakfast, She would sit Her morning Court. Wrapping herself in the white fluffy terry cotton bathrobe Malibu Barbie had brought her from California at Christmas, Sister A reluctantly descended her private stairs in the watchtower on the side of the great keep, to her apartment just below the roof. Here, shedding the robe, walked over to her leather covered great bed, and slipped under the covers. She snuggled up to Giggles, gathering her close. Giggles sensing her mistress, snuggled and whispered, "You are cold, my Mistress, let my young femaleness warm you" Later as Giggles assisted Sister A, as she was assigned to do, dress in her black leather Habit. Sister A said whispered, as if saying it, made it even harder to bear. "It will not be so bad. Sister B's trainee torturers only hang you on your tiptoes" Giggles stopped in her task of pulling the laces of Sister A's left thigh high boot tight, looked directly into her Mistress's eyes. But Sister A went on. "During the day, you may try to rest your arms a little by pushing your feet down, but the pain of returning blood will soon have you giving up. At Mid day, Sister B will send her trainees again up into the inner courtyard. And as you have seen yourself, as you went to and from lunch, whip you all, one at a time, each with a birch switch until it is shredded. You will then hang their in greater pain until the ending of dinner bell, and be taken down and carried to the infirmary for medication and ointments" "You do understand, I cannot exempt you, of all people, from this most basic of punishments for speaking out?" "Yes Mistress, I understand. Giggles softly said. But I am worried you will no longer wish me as your dresser and bed warmer" Sister A reached down, her long fingers gently lifting Giggles face up. "You are just the current in a very long line of dressers, but the first bed warmer, Giggles. And it is I who worry you will not wish to return to both positions" Giggles dropped to her knees in front of Sister A kissing her shinny thigh high boots. "I would return to be even your bootlicker, as long as I could be near you" She said, her tong gently licking Sister A's boot. "It is for other uses I value your tong, little Giggles" Sister a replied, switching Giggles up thrust posterior with the crop that always hung at her hip. "Now hurry, I must not be late for my morning judgement today of all days"
A new Class and new Classmates to Share the Next Three Years With Flame, Nuage and Mitsui woke early and chatted quietly, as many around them were still asleep. But when the buzz, indicating their cages had been unlocked for another day, went off, girls all around them were stretching, yawning, bitching and chatting. Typical activities for little girls, woken before noon. They followed the class into their showers, and as they were soaping each other up, Nuage noticed Flame was uncomfortable being nude among other nude girls. She had been at the school since January, but apparently still had that bridge to cross. It would be easier among their first year class, if they knew where it was. After drying off, and standing under the wall mounted hair dryers, shaking their heads, something the schoolgirls actually found invigorating, As the second year class formed up, they walked behind them down the stairs into the main, or upper courtyard. There, Nuage and Mitsui stood frozen in shock as they saw half a dozen girls hanging by their wrists from gallows like wooden arms. Each arm set twenty feet high in the stonework of the buildings forming the walls between the towers. And even more alarming eight more girls, each waiting patiently, each under another, as six black leather dominatrix clad young females proceeded from girl to girl. As they pushed a wooden platform towards her, each girl calmly held out her hands for the leather manacles. Then they quietly stepped up on the lower level of the steps, proffering her bound wrists. As a leather clad girl clipped the chain between them, and stepping down pulled the chain and thereby the girl up on her tiptoes. Securing the chain to a station on the wall They then proceeded to the next girl, repeating the procedure. As they stood there, mouths agape, the rest of the girls were hung up, toes just brushing the cobblestone surface of the courtyard. And what was even more puzzling, as the classes of girls flowing past them towards the great hall, and breakfast. No one even glanced up at their fellow students. Finally, they fell in behind two other girls, who were tagging along at the end of a passing column of students and into breakfast. Looking puzzled. Breakfast, they found was the same as at the Grenada safe house. Cafeteria style, choices of s cereals, fruits and milk or juice. But here the press of girls required the students sit lotus style in their class groups. Each grouping, two rows of girls facing each other, knees touching. The three newcomers wondered where to park themselves until Flame spotted the two they had tagged along after, sitting by themselves in a far corner. So, with no other group to join, walked over, nodded, and squatted down. These two others, first surprised at their arrival, nodded a welcome, and continued eating. One was a tiny short blond haired girl, so thin to appear anorexic, the other a larger, more robust, longer reddish blond haired girl. As the five were finishing their breakfast, a girl, chained at neck, wrist and ankles came up to were they were sitting and placed a plate of pancakes covered in syrup on the anorexia looking girls tray. She looked up, but then, a Black leather habit clad sister walked up. The three new girls froze memories of those girls hanging in the courtyard flashing in their minds. "Melissa, you had better consume every mouthful of those pancakes. And Foundling, do not even consider eating a single mouthful of them" She told the two. And walked away. But glancing back returned. "You are?" She inquired of the new three. "Nuage, Mitsui, and I am Flame" Flame replied, a respectful tone in her voice. "A yes, the kidnapped to Arabia three" The Sister replied. Fancy that, meet the current rest of your first year classmates. Those two are the equally notorious adventurers, Foundling and Melissa" The five girls looked wondering at each other, then they all three broke into smiles, each very happy to have finally found a group to belong to. Sister A may remember the Barbie years with fondness. This new first year class appears to contain six girls who already have the abilities and interactions to make Barbie's adventures seem mild. |