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FOUNDLING [ part 42B ] Hard Choices Mavis walked stiffly into the tower they had been accommodated in and finally found her group in the second floor common room. Betty, Shelly, Gloria, Caroline, Susan, Che’ and Pia were chatting quietly and all looked up as Mavis walked in. She walked up and sat in a low ottoman facing her seven best friends in the world. "You are wondering what the devices you put on your left wrists are doing to you" Mavis started to say. "Will it eventually kill us?" Shelly, the youngest at twenty-five inquired. A little bit of fears edging her voice. "Will it make us into zombies or something" Gloria asked. "And what really happened when we did what you said to do when we faced those mercenaries?" Susan asked. Mavis stood up and turning pointed her left arm at the ottoman she had been perched on. It simply disappeared. "These were brought back from a place separate in time and space from this reality by a teenage girl who was created for just that task" Mavis instructed. "She and her female ancestors have risked life and sanity to acquire technology centuries in advance of our own" "For world domination?" Mary inquired. "Not that I am aware of" Mavis replied. "The Commonwealth appears to only be interested in raising the quality of life for the entire planet" "For some reason, an Alice, for that is what the travelling females are called. Decided to give us these technological self implants" Mavis said, still standing in front of her group. "Mary, draw your sidearm, apply the silencer and fire it at my head" Mavis ordered. She watched calmly as her best friend withdrew her military pistol from her holster, screwed on the silencer, cocked the weapon. And without hesitation, fired directly between Mavis's eyes. "A brilliant flash, two feet in front of Mavis's face, was the only result. "That will stop anything currently available" Mavis told her group. But a hand held dagger, or a hand held pole arm will not be interfered with. As they have too little kinetic energy to activate the shield" "These are essentially energy gathering devices, originally created for travelers to acquire power for their other devices' There are limits to their ability, she lectured on. Vaporizing a bus-sized object will shut it down for twenty-four hours. But a man sized object apparently has no effect" "And what are its effect on us" Ever practical, British born Pia inquired. "The good news is, apparently it returns you to an idealized shape and state of health, and keeps you there" A sad faced Mavis told them. "You are indestructible, have reflexes, stamina and physical abilities a hundred times a normal human" "The bad news?" Spanish blooded Che’ asked. "I was saving that for the last. Mavis whispered. You are immortal" The absolute silence that reigned for a few minutes was broken, as one by one they all started to cry, Mavis included. Then, the eldest, Mary stood and walking over to Mavis hugged her. And soon they all were there hugging each other as their tears dried. "We can never go home to stay" Mary reiterated. "What do we do?" Susan asked. We all have family back in Ropeville" " I suggest we return home, but before anyone starts to notice we will never age" Mary suggested. "Stage a plane crash were we are all killed on some mission, similar to our current one, ends" They all agreed, but never really accepted their new lives for many a long year.
A Future Set A terrified student tapped on Sister A's office door. She had turned off her telephones, and no one dared call her on her personal cell phone. "What now?" Sister A barked. "A pretty lady named Phillia is at the Iron Gates requesting an audience Mistress" She yelled through the door. "I have excellent hearing. Inform the warder to let her through. Bring her into my office right away" Sister a said through her still closed door. There actually were very few visitors to the Moorish fortress. It was widely known, practically no one was ever allowed past the great iron gates. Where the rock outcrop the great Moorish fortress was built on, thrust out from the shore. A high elaborate wrought iron fence had been installed during the Victorian era. A door warder's cottage built just inside the gates. It all appeared quite proper, but the rock had been swept clear of any living thing right up to were the stone bridge arched over a sharply cut, "V" dry moat. A cobbled road had been built in a track carved into the rock. Running straight from the main road outside the gates to the narrow stone bridge leading to the Fortress's formidable main gate. Both anti personnel and anti vehicle mines had been concealed in holes all over the approaches. Claymore mines in the rocks from the shore, up to the approach road edges. And automatic guns could sweep both the flat surface and steep sides of the approaches from the fortress. A lone female form calmly walked this road of death up the slope, across the bridge and was let in the small postern gate beside the great main doors. A pair of armed guards escorted her through the outer courtyard, through the inner gate and then into the great hall that occupied the keeps ground floor. Their, a little nude chained girl bowed low and after indicating, please follow me, led her up the spiral stair behind Sister A's great seat into the keep and finally to Sister A's office door. She knocked, the iron bound wooden door opened, and ushered the exquisitely dressed woman in, Street Rat following just behind. The beautiful female walked up to Sister A's desk, where she sat head down working away. Knelt submissively before it, head down, hands held behind her back. Street Rat, for that was what Sister A’s new body servant was named, surprised at her actions, quickly assumed her usual place in exactly the same position, just behind and beside her mistress. A few minutes later, without looking up, Sister A inquired: "Yes, Phillia, what brings you back to your Alma Matter?" "My master has ordered me to purchase another sex slave, mistress" Phillia replied. "Has he become tired of you? Your classic French looks are as pleasing to my eyes as they were all those years ago. Or does he wish a little girl to play with?" Sister A asked. "No Mistress, he wishes to purchase a female sex slave for his teenage son" Phillia told her. "The sex slave auction, as you know, is not until the fall" Sister A said, still not looking up from her desk. "He is after a specific female and instructed me to offer whatever necessary for her" She said. "And what is the name of this most desired female sex slave?" Sister A, now interested said, looking up. "Her name is Satellite" Phillia replied. "Satellite is a very bright child, and with the proper higher education, become brilliant in the field of electronics. Sister A said. The price for her would have to include a commitment to send her to the finest technical schools, or she would be retrieved" Sister A said. And that sets her purchase price tentatively at a half of a million American dollars" "Does he intend on training Satellite to be both his sons technical advisor and bedtime sex slave as you were?" "That is my masters plan" she replied. "As you were sent to the Surbone in Paris to improve your almost intuitive management skills. She will be sent to MIT?" Sister A said in return. "Yes Mistress that is his intention. He has already registered her and paid her four-year tuition in full" She replied. "Send Satellite to my office" Sister A ordered into a house phone. "Stand over there and choose one of my switches. When she arrives, instruct here to bend over, spread her legs, and give her a good thrashing to show you are her master" Sister A instructed. But remember breaking her skin will earn you a swift boot out the door. An event I am sure your master would not be pleased with." Satellite walked into Sister A's office, glanced at the well-dressed adult female standing beside Sister A's great desk. One of Sister A's punishments switches in her hand. And as trained, assumed the same submissive position Phillia had. "Phillia here has just purchased you" Sister A said, mater of faculty. "Stand, legs spread wide, lean forward, hands before you on the desk" Phillia ordered. The girl sprang up and assumed the punishment position. Leaning forward, bracing her self on the desk edge, legs spread wide. "Swat, swat swat, swat. Phillia rained a series of swift, stinging strikes on Brettina's firm rear. Tears dripped down her cheeks and her sweet lips trembled. "Have you anything to say" "My titties beg your switch, mistress" She whispered as trained. And bit her lip as Phillia complied with her request. A soft moan escaping her lips. Phillia moved close to the sweating girl, slipping her hand around her switch stripped pert rear and into her very moist quim. And held up three dripping fingers, licking them clean. "She is aroused by a good thrashing as I remember you were" Sister A mused. And I remember you still hold the record for number of times for hanging by the wrists while being thrashed, Phillia" "Yes I did, and still do, Mistress" Phillia replied. "You will be sent to the finest technical school in the world, and expected to graduate top of your class" Phillia told Satellite. Why the tears, you should be happy that someone is willing to invest thousands in you slave?" "I met a boy on the beach, and he said he wanted to buy me" Satellite tearfully replied. I liked him very much" "You are a sex slave and will love who and when I tell you to" Phillia ordered, delivery a series of stinging swats to her rear, backside and small firm breasts. "Yes mistress, I will obey" Brettina cried out under the punishment. "Now go and report to the infirmary for treatment and then back to your assigned duties. Phillia ordered. The girl sprang up, bowed to Sister and fled. "And when do you plan to tell her she has been purchased, and trained for the boy she loves?" Sister A inquired. "When I send her off to school in the fall. It will give her all the incentive she needs to ace her studies. My Mistress" A sweating Phillia replied. "And the lucky boy?" Sister A inquired. "He has sent the boy off back home, in order to keep them separate until his sixteenth birthday in the fall. He plans to present the girl to him then" Phillia told her mistress. "Is your master happy with his sex slave?" Sister inquired. "Yes my mistress. He thrashed me daily until he sent me to school in France. And then pretended to hire me as his assistant. A position I have held since. He respects my ability to get people to work together. And especially my deal making skills. It was through my efforts his firm has prospered as well as it has" Phillia told Sister A. :"And your reward for making him the owner of the worlds largest printing house?' Sister A asked one of her brightest students. "He has me pick up a little lesbian girl and after we play as he watches, binds, flogs and rapes me" Phillia told her. "That would certainly please you very much, you lucky girl. Most masters would not take such efforts to get their slave off" Sister A told her. "Yes I am very happy with my life. And will certainly strive to ensure that girls is as well" Phillia replied. "Now you can return to your master with good news. And may he reward you with a good thrashing" Sister A told Phillia in both a blessing and dismissal. It started off as a good day. Saturday morning, the cafeteria staff still worked, but breakfast was cereals and fruits, no cooking. Lunch was salads, and the greatly anticipated dinner was Becky Sue's. For that day, Barbie and Cindy let Becky Sue lead, as the barbecue was her idea and creation. Girls arrived early at the beach to get a good spot. Virgins usually in the middle ground, as tanning, swimming and reading books of their choice. Under white umbrellas set up in the middle of the beach, was their allowed entertainment. The senior girls, often lay under their umbrellas along the back of the beach were the fortress rose high above. Those girls wishing to entertain boys often marked out their territory under the black umbrellas set on their sides along the edge of the beach. Guards patrolling the beach made sure girls wearing virgin necklaces did not take boys there. But other than that, they could entertain any boy that came to the beach under them. Girls wearing the lesbian's bracelets often retired behind them with each other, visiting girls being very rare. By ten AM, dozens of boys from the yachts in the bay, mansions on the slopes of the surrounding hills or shores, and even some from the village itself mingled with the nude willing girls. Guards patrolled constantly, both to remind the girls to follow the rules. And to make sure the visiting boys understood the girls were property. Popular girl's choices of partners sometimes annoyed spoiled rich boys who had never been snubbed or passed over before. So when a small sailboat swept up into the sand and a single boy jumped out. None of the guards paid any attention. And when he found Satellite behind a black umbrella, the guards smiled. That was the boy who had finally breached the wall she had built around herself, since she had arrived three years ago. And an hour later when they both set sail in the small boat, he quite ably skimming it across the waves out into the harbor, they let her go. She was Satellite, a very well trusted senior girl after all. Senior girls were allowed to leave the beach, and many were loaned out to the yachts and mansions. Quite a few girls met their future masters or mistresses that very way every summer. Becky Sue was working on her tan, judiciously lying between Malibu Barbie and Cindy. "If you two as much as touch each other before we have to go up and start my barbecue, I will drag you both down the beach and toss you in the water. So about an hour and half later, a scream was heard escaping from Becky Sue's lips as both Cindy on one side, and Malibu Barbie on the other had each reached out and grabbed Becky Sue sweet rear cheeks. Then the entire beach was treated to the site of Becky Sue walking down the beach and into to the water, a squirming and kicking little girl under each arm. "Poor Becky, she has been stuck looking after those two miscreants by Sister A" many girls thought. But in the water Becky laughed and started tickling her two friends, as they had not really disobeyed her orders. Hers was the bum cheeks they had grabbed not each other's. And that tickling and laughing together, was what the smaller two were really after, anyway.
A new class " I hope she dunks those two real good," Foundling said as they watched Becky Sue go by. Foundling, Melissa, Mitsui, Flame, Nuage and just released from the infirmary Mary Ann lay under two closely set umbrellas near where the water met the rocks at the edge of the beach. It was a quiet spot as two guards were always on beach watch right near. They were doting on poor little Mary Ann, as her thin little body was still recovering from the racking that rat had subjected it too. Fortunately, he had not got to the branding or rapes he was working up to when the girls, and then Mavis arrived. Mary Ann was still weak, but her friends had repeatedly pleaded with her doctor to let her friends carry her down to the beach. Swearing they would fetch and carry for their latest classmate all day. Together in an outstanding and very colorful group, all fifty two of the rescued kidnapped harem girls were trying to get used to the relative freedom of being let out of doors unchained and even to just lie on the beach or swim in the warm Mediterranean. They were still clinging to their colorful silk harem outfits until Sister A and Equestrienne decided it was time for them to be fully integrated into their first year classes. . And the guards on beach duty were ordered to keep the boys away for now.
Two hours later, the guards announced the new tradition Becky Sue had started, of Saturday dinner barbecue was about to start. Many girls wandered away, and the harem girls were returned to the infirmary. But some girls stayed, or shuttled back and forth between the beach, were they were entreating a pretty boy, and the barbecue serving line. Becky Sue always ensured there was enough corn on the cob, hamburgers, hotdogs and shiscabob for pretty beach boys. As the most beautiful of a school full of choice girls, she had often entertained them herself. Foundling sat in a corner and played as Melissa danced. These two were surprised when Doctor Asher led eight little colored silk clad girls out of the infirmary tower and in front of were Foundling played. "They begged me to allow them to dance for you all," He said. The others were settling themselves down around Foundling. Foundling played, Melissa danced, and between her and the gathering fellow students, the transparent silk clad harem girls danced also, in their own countries styles. After eating their fill, something the harem girls were only now becoming accustomed to, they all started to strip off their harem silks. The rest of the girls simply watched the strip tease. Stripping was an art taught in their classes and the new girls stripping off was interesting, but they decided these new girls were not actually very good at it Sister Equestrienne, the schools psychiatrist, smiled. Doffing their harem clothes, without being told too, was the bridge she hopped they would cross without her urging. They had decided on their own to leave that life behind and accept the new one offered by the school. "With the aid of that Spanish guitar player and her Flamingo dancer lover, these Saturday night barbecues of Becky Sue's are becoming a great success" Sister A thought as she fed herself from her plate. Street Rat knelt before her, head down, proffering a full plate of shishkabob and corn on the cob, over her head for her Mistress. But by dusk, Satellite and the boy had not come back. The guards alerted Sister A, who was, to put it mildly not amused. "But she was Satellite a very trusted senior girl who had never even been hung by her wrists for a flogging before today" The two guards replied after Sister A had delivered a very stinging lecture on her opinion of their performance of their guard duties "Launch the speed boats and search the harbor for those two. Get our satellite access to search the Mediterranean for their craft" She ordered. "Satellite had just run off with he boy she had been bought for, just yesterday. Was he her owner, or was it his father? Sister A thought. Had Satellite earned herself a permanent trip to the South American slave worked Orchid greenhouses? That was the rules regarding a runaway. And every girl knew both the rules and the results of disobeying them. Even Satellite was not exempt" "Notify the local authorities one of our girls and a boy in a small sailing craft may be in trouble somewhere in the area" Sister A ordered. "Damb, and it had been such a nice quiet day" Sister A thought as she retired to her office. Just a few short bits to move the main story along. Has Satellite run off with him, or have they been abducted? |