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FOUNDLING [ part 42A ] A Relatively Quiet Week Sister A had been ensconced in her office for most of the entire week since the Arabic rescue. No one knew why, and absolutely no one was brave enough to disturb her. All her meals were delivered as usual on a silver wheeled cart, as usual, by little chained girls on Cafeteria duty. Even Giggles, her current dresser, also chained for some transgression, treaded softly, walking back and forth as she delivered notes or orders to various staff. On Friday, Sister A showed up, as if she had been attending dinner all week, greeted by many puzzled looks, and wondering. Her questions raised even more. "Sister Monette, can our safe house's be counted on to keep our schoolgirls dietary supplements up?" She inquired. "I can supply prepackaged ingredients proportionally to the number of girls they will be looking after, Headmistress" The Dietary Nun in charge of the schools cafeterias replied. "Debbie, do you think the middle and senior girls can be trusted to be away from the school for more than a week?" Debbie, the unaltered human female staffer in charge of day to day security of both the two schools and all the safe houses replied. ''Since the kidnappings, I have increased both human and electronic security to Embassy level. We have established authorizations for our guards to be recognized as registered bodyguards, and authorized to carry weapons at all times in all the European countries" "Actually our professional measured response to the kidnappings have earned us great respect. And the latest has security people, who a week ago did not even recognize us, returning my calls. They are very interested in how we pulled it off, especially in Bahrain. They know we successfully rescued four of our girls. But as the British arrived to find just that bastard and some of his guards bodies, have no proof it was us. But our reputation has soared" She reported, obviously with great pride in the schools, and consequently her own, newfound respect among Europe's security establishment. "And what ever happened to those little girls we rescued along with our kidnapped four, Sister Equestrienne" "We simply processed them into the normal induction stream, as we assumed they were to be new acquisitions. After all, they are already submissive little preteen sex salves. But we sequestered them in the infirmary until our Doctor here can verify they are free of contagious diseases, My Mistress" She replied. Doctor Asher, what is your opinion of the health of our unplanned acquisitions?" Sister A inquired of the unaltered human male surgeon the school employed. "Most are simply undernourished and generally abused. Ten have been surgically repaired due to repeated brutal rapes, and two more are lined up for plastic surgery to repair branding. I have already discussed with Sister Equestrienne booking them for psychological counseling.
Doctor Asher Doctor Asher, an excellent physician and surgeon, had established a very lucrative practice in Britain, specializing in treating young, girls having trouble with the transforming from pre-pubicesant to post pubicesant. As some of their fathers had objected to his rather "Hands On" techniques. Doctor Asher had accepted an equally lucrative practice based in the Schools summer venue. Many of his former patients and their mothers visited him for "Special Treatments" in the months the private school was back in Geneva Switzerland. Sister B’s torture chambers doing double duty.
Sister Equestrienne Sister Equestrienne had graduated from the school fifteen years ago and been purchased by the Captain of Frances women's Olympic equestrian team. She had sent her to the most prestigious psychological training schools in Europe, graduating with honors and job offers from Europe's finest Hospitals. She had excepted an offer from France's greatest, just outside of Paris and there rose to assistant director before she was even thirty. For amusement, they had successfully operated a Pony girl training school in the small Chateau her mistress owned in the Loire Valley of France. Her phyciastic schooling used to train the girls without the harsh methods employed elsewhere. But when she had inherited the Chateau when her mistress had been killed in a Swiss airplane that crashed in Atlantic Canada two years ago, she had been devastated and after closing the pony girl school, retired from the world into the chateau. Sister A hearing of her disappearance, and her skills training females contacted her, offering a place in her old alma matter. Both in a new Pony girl training establishment being built behind the school, and improving and modernizing the schools own training regimes.
The second year classes, accustomed to sex on demand needed the practice. And the senior girls, well the little sex-pots were always egging on the male guards by licking their smiling sweet virgin lips as if to say "For A great Blow Job Insert Here" as they walked past, anyway.
Just piles of it Sister B had requested a meeting with Mavis shortly after her second and third assault teams had returned to Ropeville. Along with their recovering wounded and certainly would never lack from people to listen to stories of their adventures. The Valkyrie Praetorians were not yet comfortable with what was happening to them and certainly not ready to face people back home yet. Mavis depressed herself by her best friends depressions had not even decided what to do. Sister B was waiting for her a midnight in front of the largest of the Moorish fortresses towers. The garden tower was two hundred feet wide and eight hundred feet long, from blunt courtyard end to "D" curved outer. "I wanted to show a fellow warrior my own little collection of artifacts" She explained, unlocking the inner door of the arched tunnel that led directly through the tower to the outside garden. Half way down the dimly lit passage she stopped and bending down inserted a key in a stone centered in the floor of the passageway. A click sounded and a section of the floor lifted up as a boxes lid, exposing a stone stairway spiraling down into the pitch-blackness. She handed Mavis a flashlight, and leading the way with one of her own, started down. A cool draft caused a shiver up Mavis's spine. She had once been sedated and dragged in chains down a set of stairs like this, enduring months of torture, rape and bondage. At least her mind remembered she had, but her body was always aroused by the memories. They descended hundreds of steps; finally reaching an equally dark passage, identical to the one above. Sister B's black leather clad form led her forward into the dark until her torch shed its beam on a great iron bound door. A key from around her neck, inserted in its great lock, released it and Sister B thrust it forward into the utter darkness beyond. The inside gradually illuminated as Sister B moved from sconce hanging oil lamp to oil lamp, flooding the room with a steady glow. The room was obviously at the "D" shaped outer end of the tower high above. These huge rocks forming the walls of the high arched chamber part of its original late Roman age foundations. Square shadows on the floor were revealed to be iron bound four feet square chests, complete with iron carrying loops at their sides. But as the oil lamps flooded even the recesses of the room, Mavis gasped as a huge gold Egyptian sarcophagus was revealed standing at the nadir of the "D". It was not the Lapis Lazu and precious stone encrusted funerary tomb, nor the fact it wore a Pharaoh's headdress. But the perfectly reproduced in gold face that looked out at her. "Sorry to shock you with finding an Egyptian Sarcophagus down here" Sister B explained. "I would like to introduce you to Nefertiti" Sister B proudly informed an obviously very surprised Mavis. "It is the Earth Mother" Mavis's mind unbelievingly told her. "And here is the face that launched a thousand ships, Helen of Troy" Sister B calmly said, as she pulled a dust cover off a marble statue of a fully clothed woman. "Earth Mother certainly got around in the old days Mavis thought. I wonder if anyone else has noticed. "But the most interesting is this head and shoulders piece recently discovered in the waters of Alexandria. And with those words exposed a head and shoulders life-sized statue of another Egyptian female wearing the Pharaoh's headdress. An Egyptian lozenge shaped glyph on its base. As the only the Pharaoh's names were carved told of the face above. "And this is believed to be Cleopatra herself" Sister B calmly said. "I suppose you have noticed they are of the same woman?" Sister B inquired. "I do not understand" Mavis replied. "And I am as puzzled as you. Either the sculptress copied one to another, or these females were connected genetically" Sister B softly replied. "What are in these boxes?" Mavis inquired to change the subject. "Just stuff that would not fit in anywhere else" Replied Sister B, walking up to each chest and flipping up the lid. The first revealed it was full of small white balls. Mavis reached in and picked up a handful of the largest pearls she had ever seen. The next, green emeralds, the third red rubies, the next just diamonds. Mavis was surprised the last held just gold lozenge shaped pieces. "Gold talent's from UR, it is Sister A's dowry" Sister B told the puzzled looking Mavis. "And this is the schools treasure?" Mavis inquired. "No really, the boxes are just here because the main bulk treasure vault under the keep is full. But you are standing on fifty-five thousand bars of gold, each weighing about fifteen pounds. They are my inheritance" Sister B told Mavis. "How so?" Mavis inquired, looking down at all the closely packed ingots she had assumed were just paving stones a few minutes earlier, "My people were the Volcae Tectosages. Part of a Germanic horde lead by two famous kings called Brennus. The horde swept into ancient Greece in 276 BC, Crushing the disorganized Greek armies before them. They looted all the famous cities and temples of Greece as they went. But the Greeks finally organized and fought back. Their kings wounded and dying, the tribes retreated and finally they split up. My people decided to return to Tolosa, when the majority crossed the Hellspont into Asia Minor" "In order make it transportable, the tribes melted down hundreds of years of the greatest gold and silver artifacts donated to the religious places of Greece. All the treasures of a hundred pillaged temples including the richest. Dodona, Olympia, and greatest of all, Delphi. They melted it down, and it still took a hundred wagons just for the gold alone. Five years later, we eventually arrived back in the alpine valleys of the river Danubius and finally into Tolosa on the Garumna. And concealed the great treasure. It was not ours, we simply held it in trust until the tribes returned from their wanderings in Asia Minor, but I believe they eventually became the Persians." "In 106 B.C. the Romans discovered the treasure when they occupied Tolosa. But they shipped the gold along their new mettalled road back to Rome, in their arrogance, virtually unguarded." "But a thousand of us descended on the convoy, easily destroying the guards and driving the wagons off. The gold was hidden, by my parents as leaders of the Volcae. But all who were there at the concealing died a few years later at the hands of the Romans under Gaius Marius and his new Roman Legions." "I was captured when I was sixteen, after being stuck senseless by a Roman shield wall as it rolled over our battle lines. Sold as a slave and finally purchased by our Master after seeing my fighting skills demonstrated in the Roman Arenas as a female gladiator. Were I had fought successfully to keep myself alive for five long years." "Much later my Master was given the Alhambra in Granada to be its Castillian, during the reign of Ferdinand and Isabella. He then purchased this great fortress and over the next centuries, I gradually moved all the gold here to the room I had dug for it. The rest of the boxes just would not fit into the bulk treasure chamber far below the keep, so I carried them here. This fortress hold the plain bulk treasures while the main school's vaults contain precious metals still wrought as artifacts. Nefertiti's saragophuse was originally with Ramse's the Great and others there" Sister B told this tale of the gold's history, and other school treasures as if it had happened just last week, not over two thousand years ago. "Do you and your Valkyrie have any use for all this?" Sister B inquired, indicating the room full of incalculable treasure. " We certainly don’t"
Inescapable Changes "My Valkyrie have not accepted what the alien devices are doing to them, and until I get them cross that bridge, I do not know what we will do. But I accept your offer as we certainly can not resume our previous lives" "Yes immortality is very hard to accept, especially if you try to stay with all those you love. Watching them grow old and die is the hardest thing I had to accept" Sister B said. You end up just staying around those who are as ageless as you"
Returning to what passes here for Normality Foundling and Melissa had woken still with Mavis on the futon in her small room in the accommodation tower her group had been assigned to. They smiled and after kissing, lazily separated their intertwined bodies long enough to get into the rooms little shower stall in the attached bathroom. Foundling and Mavis soaped each other up and coaxed relatively shy Melissa into joining in. They giggled, laughed and carried on as three females could be. And were very happy to have come out of their adventures very safe. After dressing, at least Mavis did, they made their way down to find the schoolgirls just returning from lunch. Mavis, seeing her two charges very frightened to find they had slept in, and Foundling apparently wishing to just hide out in Mavis's room until supper. Marched them into the cafeteria as if she owned the place. Crossing the courtyard Foundling and Melissa were shocked too find the greatly respected Satellite hanging by her wrists awaiting switching, and even more so when they passed Sister A’s current dresser Giggles too hanging by her wrists awaiting switched by Sister B’s students as they moved from girl to girl carrying out the most common of Sister A’s punishments. "Can we get anything to eat" She boldly inquired of two young naked girls in chains who were removing trays of uneaten food from the steamer tables. They looked up puzzled at a female they did not know asking for food after the lunch bell for ending the meal had gone off. "May I help you/" Inquired a drop dead gorgeous teenager dressed in dominatrix leathers who was apparently supervising the girls sweeping the cafeteria floor. "A roll in the hay with you would be nice, but lunch for the leader of the rescuers and her two little bed warmers, I would take as a temporary substitute" Mavis replied. She could see the beautiful teenager was both pleased and embarrassed by the first request. "I think I can take care of at least the second request. A black leather Habbit dressed Nun replied. But Becky Sue there is not available to fulfil your first as she is already owned by a master" The nun indicated Mavis and her two follow her as she led them into the prep kitchen just behind the server area. There two more leather clad early teenage girls were bustling about and ordering about other chained little girls that were wearing only white full frontal kitchen work aprons. "Leave off cleaning up to Cindy, Barbie, cook up anything these three want" She ordered and walked away. The slightly taller of the two, immediately stopped what she was doing and walked over to were Mavis was standing, her thigh high boots heels clicking on the tile floor of the kitchen. "Why is such a little girl dressed in such leathers?" Mavis inquired. "Sister A dressed us this way after we took over all the kitchen duties when our Mistress Sister Monette was very ill for over two months" Malibu Barbie replied, twisted the truth a little. " I am really a fully trained Chef and can prepare anything you require" Barbie added, wishing to get on with her regular duties. "Then a steak for the three of us, mine well-done" She requested. "Make mine well done, please Foundling requested "Just scorch the outside of mine please" Melissa pleaded, drawing astern look from Foundling. "And deep fried battered onions as well, Mavis added. "Please be seated", Barbie replied, indicating a small chrome café table with four chrome highchairs in a quiet corner of the bustling kitchen. "Can't sit on anything else in that outfit can you?" Mavis inquired as the other little girl, Cindy walked past, instructing two girls on how she wanted the copper kettles cleaned till they shone. "It took us a week to be able to even walk around all day without falling over Mistress" Cindy replied as she kept overseeing the kitchen prep staff. And those stools are the only thing Barbie, Becky and I can even sit on trussed up like this" She said a few minutes later as she walked back their way. As the odors of cooking steaks and a deep fryer was bubbling away somewhere, the three's mouths were watering. Barbie arrived bearing a huge salad bowl, fresh bread and three small bowls, anticipating their needs. "I'm a graduate" Mavis slipped in as Barbie was gone in an instant. The three were almost through the fresh Caesar salad when little Barbie arrived with a huge tray holding three plates, each almost hidden by a huge two-inch thick steak. As she set them out, Cindy bustled up with a stainless steel serving tray of deep fried onion rings and another of wedge fries. They were both gone in an instant, and right back with pitchers and glasses of milk. Before Mavis could say a word, they were gone again. Eventually they worked their way through the beautifully prepared meal, and just as they were done, noticed silence had fallen on the kitchen. Barbie walked up and said. "It is our one-hour break before we start the run up to lunch. Is there anything else I can get you?" "No thank you, we are full. And you really are a great cook" Mavis complimented. Little Barbie bowed and walked away joined by her two mates.
Now for the Hard Part: "I must get back to my group and you two must get back to a regular routine" Mavis said. "Now you two go off and find your group and I mine" Mavis walked the two back out into the great courtyard and scooted them on their way. Promising to ask for them after dinner on Friday. Foundling and Melissa went into the recreational rooms, as it was the schools practice, while at the Moorish fortress, to follow the Spanish custom of mid day siesta. Foundling knew her Spanish Guitar lessons with the old master would resume down in the village soon and Melissa's Flamingo instruction as well. |