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FOUNDLING [ part 44 ] Payment in Full Below decks was a different world than above. Brettina followed Harn down a rusty stairway into a freshly painted passageway and past equally well maintained closed ship doors to a surprisingly well outfitted living quarters near one end. He lay Marcel on a bunk at one side and set about cleaning his head wound and checking him over. She saw a glassed in shower stall in a compact onsite bathroom, and stepped in. She washed her hair twice and cleaned herself up with a safety razor. The schools training kicked in as she inspected her thirteen-year-old body. Satellite was no Becky Sue, but would use all her sex slave training to ensure these three were pleased with her payment for their services. A built in closet contained clean men's clothing and she picked out a white long sleeved dress shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. Enticement class had taught her, unbuttoned men's dress shirts were a little girl intent on seductions best friend. She knew the seduction teacher was right when Harn whistled when his eyes spotted her. "He has suffered a mild concussion, but this is only a superficial wound. His breathing is regular and I have given him a general to fight any infection from swallowing water or from the wound I have bandaged. He will probably sleep until dawn, if that worries you" He told her as she stepped back into the room. You have been expertly thrashed recently, why?" He inquired. "For disobedience" Brettina truthfully replied. He seemed to accept that someone had the right to switch a little girl. "These three are certainly not fishermen. Their Spanish is as learned as mine is. And this one's medical skills are those of a military medical corpsman as my cousins were" She thought to herself. "Follow me" He ordered, and she as trained, obeyed. He walked to the end of the passageway, unlocking the door at the end and ushering her in. "This must be his cabin" Brettina thought. The man who had worn the batter peek cap was sitting in a soft leather chair at a small table beside a turned down bunk. He wore only a bathrobe, and she felt the slight humidity of a recent shower in the air. His eyes showed her choice of garment intrigued him. The shirt was open, snared on her just blossoming breasts. Leaving her tanned body displayed from neck to hairless slit. "Care for a little drink first" He offered. "I am not old enough to drink" Satellite replied. But a little would still be nice" He smiled and poured a little Amoretto into an ice filled glass. "Certainly not a local" Thought s Satellite as she moved close, calculating whether he would prefer a demur little girl, here to be shown the way, or an experienced Lollita, eager to please. "You are quite a little package, and certainly no shy about displaying your wares," He said as she knelt before him. "An eager to please Lollita it is then," Satellite thought, reaching up for his stiffening maleness under the robe. Oral sex was an art the sex slave students were taught in their first year and strove to improve their techniques every year afterwards. The male guards were constantly urged to sample as many of the students as they could every single day. And they actually got paid in US dollars quite handsomely as well. The Captain only allowing her to warm him up before he picked her up of the floor, as if she were a rag doll. Holding her aloft with one strong arm while he moved over to the bed, he lay down; positioned himself and shifting his grip to her hips drove her down onto his firm cock. Satellite gasped as his thick member drove deep into her wet slit. She had expected a gradual intrusion, not a full-length poling right away. He rammed her up and down on his thick cock as if she were a rubber doll, her body being used as if she had no control. He had great control, as it was minutes before he exploded inside her. He then inverted the little body in his hands and as Satellite anticipated the move and got ready, shoved his sperm glistening member deep in her throat. When he was satisfied she had cleaned him up; he lowered her down onto his hairy chest. "Good girl" he said. A few minutes later, he got up, and as he got dressed said. "Get cleaned up and wash your mouth and sex out. Arrant will not be so gentle" Satellite had been taught thoroughly by first year classroom instructors and in later years by Sister B how to please a mane no mater how you were bound. But to be used as a living rubber fuck toy was not on the curriculum. He took another drink of the Amoretto and finished dressing, left the cabin. Satellite took another shower and cleaned out her two sex orifices he had used. A few minutes later the middle-aged man entered. He had changed his dirty coveralls for pants and shirt, but still smelled of garlic. As Satellite approached he reached out and grasping her two thin wrists in one hand lifted her up towards the ceiling. With the other he swiftly bound her wrists and when he let go, found herself in suspension by her wrists from the ceiling. He gripped the rear collar of the shirt, ripping it off her body in one powerful motion. His thick fingers explored her sex and a she gasped as a thumb probed her anal passage. "You have been switched by an expert" He whispered in her ear. "And if we were alone, my belt would not bee so kind" Satellite yelped as true to his word, he repeatedly snapped a thick leather belt first across her already sore butt cheeks then her equally sore tits. But it only caressed with its holed pointed tip not shredded her skin with its metal buckle. When he moved to her front, Satellite felt his cock brush up against her trembling hip. Then slipping his hands around her hips and lifting her legs out and around him, drover his cock deep into her. As she clung to his now nude waist with her legs and attempting to move opposite to his thrusts, Satellite let out a groan. Sounds of you apparently enjoying their thrusts were great booster's egos, she had been taught. But he stopped before he achieved orgasm and withdrew out of her site. Satellite let herself go limp, awaiting his next move. And cried out when he thrust his glistening cock up her anal passage. His rough hands reaching around from the back, lifting her up and slamming her ass down on his upthrusting member. It hurt like hell and tears flowed down her cheeks. Fortunately he was soon spurting into her bowels and when limp, simple walked out of the room, leaving her sobbing body hanging there. It was quite a bit later, as her hands had gone numb from lack of blood flow when the youngest and last crewman walked in. Without saying anything, he supported her body as he cut her loose. Then held her in his arms and carried her into the bathroom, there removing her bindings and after propping her in the small shower stall, returned stripped and stepped in with her. He washed her little body all over, Satellite relishing this kindness after the brutality of the first two. She let him soap her up, his hands exploring her body all over, as he did so. The school taught some masters, as Evans with Foundling, washed, dress and even hand fed their little sex slaves as if they were animated Barbie dolls. As he rinsed her off, she slid down his firm body, slipping his swollen cock into her mouth. He groaned as she thanked him for his kindness with all her skills. Afterwards, as he toweled her off he told her. "Ed wanted to dump your boyfriend over the side and sell you off to the African slavers, but Karlo said a deal was a deal and as far as he was concerned you had paid him in full" We will be arriving at our rendezvous point near midnight. Karlo has ordered me, for your own protection, to lock you and the unconscious boy in his cabin. Please do not try to discover anything about what will happen tonight. The people we will be meeting have no compulsions about killing anyone to keep their secrets," He warned. Satellite promised to obey and pulled him down onto the bed. "You are young and I want to thank you even more for your kindness" She said, maneuvering him onto the bed and positioning herself on top. "Think of my little trained sex slave body waiting chained at the foot of your bed. Its only thoughts, my bodies addicted to your sperm. Needing it every day, willing to do anything for it" She whispered in his ear as she rubbed her body over his. This truth, of her future, had its desired effect. She soon was able to position herself over his thick member and slipping down over it, rhythmically brought him off as slowly as her trained body was trained too. He stayed with her quite a while, not speaking, just holding her close. The sun had set, and her stomach growled. "He jumped up, and said. "It must be late, I will rustle up some food from the galley for you. Lock the door when I leave and only open it when I wrap three times thrice" Dressed and was swiftly gone. Satellite treated herself to another shower and finding a dark blue shirt in a slipped it on. She was sitting on the end of the bed when the triple knocks sounded, opening the door she found Harn standing with a tray of bread and a covered steaming container. "This is a filling stew. Try to get your boy to have a few sips of water from the taps in the bathroom. I will be right back with him" Harn told her. And just as Satellite set the tray on the small table beside the bed, was back with Marcell in his arms. He set him down on the bed and told her. "He is just sleeping now, his pupils and heartbeat indicate he is ok" Harn told her "Just let him be until morning and Karlo said we will let you off as close to your home port as we can by dawn" Satellite thanked him with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, locking the door behind him when he left. She ate all the stew, dipping the fresh bread in the pot and cleaning it out. She searched and found a small fridge beside the bed and extracted three one-liter bottles of water. Finding a worn backpack at the foot of the bed, she stuffed them and two oranges from the fridge in it.
Rendezvous Satellite lay with Marcell, listening to him breath until she felt the boat stop and bump up against something solid. She heard the winch operating many times transferring or receiving cargo. No other sounds penetrated below decks, not even voices or people moving on deck. She must have drifted off to sleep, as much later the boat motor had to be off as the fishing boat was rocking in the swells. Looking out the porthole she saw a shoreline, and unlocking the cabin door, peered out. Silence reigned as she crept up the stairs. At the top a warm breeze caressed her face, but a sour smell assailed her nostril's. She put both hands over her mouth when the source of the smell greeted her eyes. Karlo's body hung by his neck from the cargo boom, his bowels emptying themselves in his death struggles. Satellite crept towards the bow, finding the middle aged man sprawled with his throat cut mid deck. Stepping over his corpse, she slipped towards the wheelhouse, up the ladder and inside. The wheel was lashed tight, but someone had smashed the radios to bits. From the vantage of the wheelhouse, Satellite saw that rocky promontory and the schools Moorish Fortress looming above it, a kilometer or so to her left. The crashing surf was only a soccer field's distance ahead, but the fishing boat was starting to turn broadside to the beach, and rocks showed at a few spots in between. Searching the dials on the control panel above the lashed wheel, for the engines start button, she saw the reason for the boat drifting, the fuel gauge read empty. Satellite searched around and located a pistol like object with a big barrel and recognized a signal flare gun. She loaded shotgun-sized ammunition in the barrel and stuffed the remaining three into the military style pockets in the thick cotton shirtfront. Searching the floundering craft she located an oar powered rubber raft sitting on the stern boards. She heaved and struggled, getting it into the water, tying it tight to the sternposts. Then she went back downstairs carrying the bag of water and oranges, as well as a blanket up and into the raft. She then hauled the groggily wakening Marcell up the stairs across the deck and with great difficulty assisted him into the rubber boat. A quick search did not locate a sign of Harn; maybe they dumped his body overboard. She would shed a tear for him when Marcell was safe. Lowering herself into the boat, she cast off. The fishing boat was broadside to the waves now and the rocks were getting closer. She had learned to row at Young Pioneer Camp all the children of countries under Russian domination were required to go to every year. But it was still hard; the stupid rubber boat was hard to point towards the shore. Fortunately, Marcell was coming around. At least enough to understand he had to row when Satellite yelled for him to do so. They managed to make it past the rocks and up onto the beach. Marcell recovering by the time they broached the rubber raft up on to the shore. They pulled it clear of the surf and looked up just as the fishing boat struck some rocks broadside and hung up like a big finger pointing shoreward. Every practical Satellite hauled out the blanket and spread it, dumping the surprisingly heavy bag down and pulling Marcel down beside her. She opened the bag withdrawing a bottle of water, handing it to Marcel first. But he refused to drink before her. She smiled and reached in for one of the others and came out with a big fat envelope. She handed it to Marcell, who opening it, drew out packets of new uncirculated American ten thousand-dollar bills. He reached inside and handed Satellite a hand written note. "Please find enclosed payment for your delightful services sweet cheeks. One million US" And it was signed "Neapolitan", AKA Harn. "He is the worlds most famous assassin for hire, ex British SAS sniper" Whispered Marcell. I would not tell anyone you know what he looks like" Marcel warned her, and smiled when Brettina stuffed his note in her mouth and ate it. They shared the water and an orange, packing the money back in the backpack. Then Satellite slumped against Marcell. The last twenty-four hours had finally caught up with her. He rolled her over and slung the backpack. Then kneeling down picked her up. She was limp in his arms, his head thumped from the exertion and he wanted to throw up. He staggered in the loose gravel of the shore near the rocky promatory, slipping and sliding. The entrance to the fortress was just up the beach and he would get her there.
Returned in Good Order Sister A was just descending the stair down from her rooms to where the Sisters gathered for breakfast. Her cell phone went off. "Brettina has just been carried up to the iron gates by the boy she went off with yesterday" The door warder informed her. "I will get the medical staff out there to bring them in with a guard escort" She said. Switching to an internal system, she ordered the retrieval operation and walked out of the keep to see her orders carried out as the day medical staff escorted by six guards, rush by. A few minutes later they carried two young people, in stretches by her on the way to the infirmary. At noon Sister A sat at the head of the dinning table were she normally ate her meals with other members of the schools staff. But today with, Marvel's father his mistress Phillia, the schools psychiatrist Sister Equestrienne, Sister B and Doctor Asher. Marcell's father was the only one who appeared distracted as nude little girls wearing only interconnecting chains at neck, wrists and ankles as they brought in and served the lunch. A girl standing behind each of them, assisting as required. Only slightly less so than by the Leather Habit dressed nuns or the dominatrix dressed other one. "Doctor Asher?" Sister A inquired. "Satellite was just exhausted by her labors during the past twenty four hours. She is a physically and mentally strong young girl and I will release her into the general population in three days" He reported. Marcell had a nasty blow to the head, but appears none the worse for it. There is no sign of any permanent damage in the cat scans. And he can be released to his parents after he is kept overnight for observation, being woken up every four hours. A standard practice after someone is knocked unconscious," He added after Sister A gave him a piercing look. Sister Equestrienne?" Sister Asked. "Both appear to be calm and composed. But Satellite will need a little counseling after finding those two gruesomely murdered bodies. She reported. "Well, now what" Inquired Marcell's dad. Studiously ignoring the breasts of the little sex slave as she cleared his soup bowl and replaced it with a salad plate. "Your son will be returned to you soon and Satellite will return to her schooling" Sister A calmly told him in between fork full of her Caesar salad. "And then?" He said. "Marcell will not be sent home, and demands I acquire Brettina for him. Marcell's father went on. "When he becomes eighteen in three months he will inherit his mothers’ half share of our corporation and informs me, it would be better for our business relationship if I was on his side. He has my drive and his mothers determination" He told them "I know he will do it if I do not agree. He knows his long arranged marriage to the Demaris girl is a political and business one and will comply if I bow to his requirement" "It sounds as if you should do as your own father had" Sister Equestrienne told him. It appears to have worked out for you and I can tell you I know it is already working for your son" "You are right," He said, reaching out and holding Phillia's hand. "Have those two brought in" Sister A ordered, and Sister B rose and walked out of the elaborately decorated dining room. Just as the breakfast was winding up, Marcell was ushered in pushing Satellite in a wheelchair, Sister B with them, returning to her seat. He pushed her up to the far end of the table, a very determined look on his face. "Marcell, do you know Satellite is already someone's property?" Sister A inquired. "Yes, but I have enough money to buy her back" he replied. "You have no money until you reach eighteen, his father calmly told him, and I understand her purchase price was a quarter million, plus an already paid, four years in residence at MIT in the US" he said. Marcell looked down at Satellite, smiled, as she handed him the backpack she was holding in her lap and emptied the contence of the backpack on the table. "A million US is enough to cover that" He calmly said as his fathers mouth gapped open. "It certainly is" Sister A replied. "Congratulations on your purchase Master Marcell" She told him. Marcell's father, Phillia accompanying him in her proper place just behind and beside him, as he stood and walking down to where the two were bent down and kissed Satellite and shook his son's hand. "I know you will be as happy with yours as I am with mine" He told him and then bowing to Sister A walked out of the Keep, a smiling Phillia, for the first time, being allowed to holding his hand in public. "Take your slave back to her cage, she will need to rest as she will be required to wake you every two hours all night for the next three nights in the private room of our infirmary" Sister A told Marcell. Everyone else in the room smiled as Marcell wheeled the very happy Satellite out. "And how do you think she will awaken her prince?" Sister Equestrienne inquired. "You really think those two will get any sleep over the next three nights?" Sister A replied and laughed aloud for the first time in weeks. |