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FOUNDLING [ part 45A ] Robert Evans Carol watched on the security monitor as Commander Evans walked out of his office and towards the coffee machine. That was his eighth cup tonight. He would be a real terror at the eight o'clock association meeting tomorrow morning. She had better inform the representatives to cool it. Ever since Mavis, his wife, second in command and his liaison between the Police force he commanded and their association, he had been doing double shifts. It was not that his modernization's and reorganizations were arbitrary, or unfair. Quite the contrary, except for reducing the in town patrol units to a single officer, his modernization’s had been exceedingly logical. Single officer foot patrols downtown. Single officer bike patrols in the inner suburbs. Single officer car patrols in the outer suburbs and the newly created gated community of Sweet-Cheeks. Highway, farm and hill country was either double officer on horses, car, and in appropriate weather, snowmobile, ski, or helicopter patrolled. But as the entire Ropeville police force was female, well some had forged lifelong partnerships and balked at being both required patrolling without their lover, and or, on a different shift. As many officers were married, had kids and husbands that worked. They had traded, or worked their way up to positions or shifts with compatible hours or at least days off. Carol herself worked the night shift, as her husband Eddy was the nightshift-cleaning supervisor at the Ropeville hospital only a block away. She had let promotions to senior day positions go to others in order to be in sync with her husband's shifts. Now the officers who found themselves separated from their partners, or shift pattern altered due to the single officer patrols, wanted to bump those quite happy with their current arrangements. These problems were usually handled in negotiations between the officers and their shift commanders, or if that crashed, Mavis would arbitrate or officiate. But Mavis had been gone for three weeks.
Incommunicado; No Trespassing Evans walked back to his desk. He did not even know what day or time it was. As he passed Mavis's desk, in the office just before his, he thought his mind had finally gone for lack of sleep. There was Mavis, in full uniform sitting at her desk working away. Knowing he had better just lie down on the couch in his office for a few hours before he did or said something stupid in the association meeting coming up. Evans just walked past. "You look like shit, Robert" Mavis's voice rang out. You need to go home and have your wife fuck you silly" "Mavis, you are back?" Evans said, startled and dropping his coffee all over the office carpet. "Yes my love, we landed an hour ago. And finding our marriage bed empty, knew you would be right here working your ass off" "Not for a second more, my love" He said bending over her desk and kissing her full on the lips. "Lets get out of here, or the morning shift might discover the forces two senior officers involved in a little husband and wife rerun of their wedding night right here on the office floor. It might arouse Carol watching on the security monitors, but I think she already knows what we are going to do and will make sure we are not disturbed" He said, pulling a smiling Mavis up and out the door towards the stairs. Carol laughed and began calling the association reps and the upper staff. Robert and Mavis Evans would be incommunicado for the rest of the week. Anyone attempting to disturbing them would have to try getting past a discrete, but impenetrable police cordon first.
No Rest; Neither for the Wicked, nor the Righteous The Mayor was not happy. His chief problem solver was out of touch. He was not answering his telephones, nor could anyone get past that, very "O" so politically correct, but firm perimeter of smiling, but politely refusing to let anyone pass, police cordon around their house. You could not get within a mile, either by road or across the fields or even fly near. "But you should understand, Mavis has just returned from a very dangerous assignment overseas, and the relatively newlyweds are just getting reacquainted" The very polite police sergeant informed him, when he called the central station to demand to speak to either Robert or Mavis. The local stations traffic helicopter had been startled, and scarred off, when a flat black, unmarked, Cobra military helicopter gun ship rose out of a patch of woods, missile and chain gun armed, blocking their attempt to fly towards his house. One did not need to be literally knocked on the head or shot down, to get the message. He sat reading on his laptop, a report that the new owner of the Ropeville weekly newspaper, the Expositor, had e-mailed him. The author informed the Mayor, in his opinion the sudden disappearance of the two Hollywood movers and shakers would soon bring unwanted attention, not to mention hordes reporters down on their quiet city head.
Two Ladies of Note Victoria Eden Smythe was a recent addition to the Ropeville glitteratia. She and her associate Regina Witherspoon Marshal were behind the scenes dealmakers in Hollywood. They were the ones you came to, with a hot script, hot actor, or a hot director. And they would weal and deal, in the end providing not only the other two currently hot parts of your requirements, but the cash and the facilities to get it done. After all, actors, directors and scriptwriters were only as hot as their last profitable picture made them. The blond Victoria and the redheaded Regina were always hot, as hot as their last profitable movie assembly, and they had been hot for a very long time. Millions poured into their holding companies from "Points" for production, management, product placement and residuals from most of Hollywood's blockbusters of the last twenty years. They had bought into the gated community of "Sweet-Cheeks" when it was still just a set of plans on the developer Albert's drawing board and had a choice lot in the rolling tree filled hills to the east of Ropeville. But last night the police had been summoned to their duplex mansions by a very terrified young girl. Not getting an answer at the doorbell, and receiving permission from the Ropeville child welfare officer accompanying them. They broke the formidable door down and found only four rather remarkable pre-teenaged girls in the double mansion enclosure. It appeared each adult female kept a completely separate, identical Spanish style mansion at one end of an Olympic sized pool and tennis court neutral area, the other one directly opposite. Very high white Spanish style stucco walls running between the two mansions shielded the pool and tennis court areas from the outside world. Out of one the Ropeville Children's Aid extracted a twin pair of approximately thirteen-year-old teen Redheads, the other a twin pair of thirteenteen-year-old blondes. Or was it four identical girls? As other than their hair color, no one could tell them apart. There was no sign of the two owners of the houses. A search warrant was authorized and both houses searched top to bottom. The searching female officers either giggling or red faced at discoveries that had nothing to do with anything criminal, but non-the less very interesting finds. Currently Reddish blond Eloisa and Victoria, along with their identical sisters Redheaded with blond streaks Misty and Lana were being securely stored in the Mayors house. As it was also a Spanish style layout and a pool with enclosing s high stucco walls, the Children's aid staffer though the four girls would be less traumatized. The mayors recently returned from a special training regime, own daughter would also help them feel safe. This should have been Robert Evan's problem the Mayor thought. All I need are four innocent girls talking to my pool decoration trained daughter, and this Mayors job is history. But as he looked up from his laptop, A smiling Evans, in full uniform walked in. "Were the hell have you been?" The Mayor inquired. "Catching up on my sex life Dave" He replied. As I haven't had a vacation in a year, consider it a week's worth. I understand you were trying to reach me." Have you had time to familiarize yourself with the "Sweet-Cheeks" affair?" Dave asked. "Do you mean yours with your newly acquired daughter, or the one involving those two Hollywood dream spinners?" He jovially inquired. Dave's face reddened, until he remembered Evans had a similar situation with an early teenaged girl named, Foundling in his care as well. "There is no sign of the two adults and I now have five girls running around my house with no adult female to supervise them." The mayor retorted. "I guess I could lend you Mavis. Evans informed the Mayor "But she might not let anyone near any of the girls living in your house. Did I tell you, while on that rescue mission, her group disposed of over a hundred elite mercenaries?" The effect on the lifelong bureaucrat Mayor was immediate. "Well in that case, do you have any other suggestion for housing the girls until we locate their parents?' "I suppose I could let Mavis look after them in their own house, with appropriate close perimeter security" Evans told him. And he appeared very relieved. "But as my Foundling is away at school, we will need your sweet daughter Melody to act as a liaison between the adults and the kids" Evans slipped in. "Ok, I guess a short vacation will do her no harm" He replied, his face unfortunately showing his displeasure at letting her out from under his thumb. So next mourning Mavis found her self lying in the sun by the Olympic size pool. Surrounded by the white high walled open area between the two identical expansive haciendas. There were huge red clay pots holding palm trees and other exotic plant in crushed red brick beds all around the walls. From the pool area the residences entrances were covered red tile roofed stucco porches with second floor-roofed balconies. The clay tennis courts located through a concealed doorway in their own walled off area beyond the pools. Heavily treed stony hillsides lead up to rocky outcrops and eventually up into the mountains surrounding Ropeville, where the gated community was built. It had been too poor and stony soil for farming. But between the pine trees and the rolling hills, no sound of the outside world penetrating this and every other residence in the community. That was Sweet-Cheeks greatest draw. And every single resident had at least, as the Mayor himself a resident had, one "Pet" female in her own little "Princess" bondage chamber, that gave the gated community its "resone de terre".
Just like I was So with a barbecue heated up and hotdogs, hamburgers and potato chips with all the fixings ready to go. Mavis waited patiently for the little girls. The main doors had been repaired by the towns own carpentry shops and inspected for structural integrity by its police force. The green painted wooden doors swung open and five female pixies in identical short shorts and undersized virgin white tee shirts slowly walked in.In that their nipples protruded prominently through the stretch fabric if the tops. And Mavis clearly discered their clefts and the bottom of their pert bumcheeks peeping out the bottoms of their O" so tight and "O" So sexy short shorts. Mavis recognized the handy work of the Mayor in their outfits. The four girls who had lived here led, and the mayors own daughter brought up the rear. Mavis had the four go and set out paper plates and pour potato chips into big plastic bowls. But Melody was no were in sight. As the almost identical tiny four girls eased up and were sitting around examining before chomping on potato chips as if for the first time, Mavis was searching the edges of the enclosure for Melody. She found her pert, sun browned all over nude, squatting over a shallow hole she had scooped out of the soil in the corner of a crushed red tile covered tropical plant bed. She peed as Mavis came up and swiftly covered her bodily waste. And as Mavis reached her, assumed the submissive posture on her knees, hands held behind her back, head down. "Why are you nude in that position?" Inquired Mavis. This girl was maybe ten, or at the most thirteen, the right age to attend Mavis's own Alma Matta sex slave school in Switzerland. But someone had trained this girl very well. And then her words surprised even Mavis. "I was trained to obey and be a pool decoration here" Melody calmly told her. Mavis understood what the girl had gone through very well, she had been trained to obey from an even earlier early age. "Come back to the pool" Mavis suggested, and the girl calmly walked back to the pool area and assumed the same position in front of Mavis when she sat down beside one of the umbrella shaded tables. Before Mavis could react, the four other girls stripped off and assumed similar positions. With five nude, at the most maybe thirteen year old ripe submissives kneeling in front of her, Mavis flicked open her cell phone and called Evans. "I am sitting here poolside with five nude little girls kneeling in front of me in the position you like me in poolside" Mavis told Evans, and laughed at his response. Yes I will, of course" She replied to his inquiry. Mavis stood and firing up the barbecue, cooked up two dozen hamburgers and another two dozen hot dogs. She found the girls would only eat out of her hand and take sips from a glass she held to their lips. Feeding this gaggle of slaves would take all morning, she thought. She saw they would at least drink from dog bowls if ordered to sip only occasionally. "Were you all trained as poolside decorations and oral entertainment here?" Mavis inquired, and all little five girls nodded. "Are you all still virgins?" Mavis just had to ask, and was quite pleased, when the five nodded their heads. "Punished for disobedience or poor performance" She asked, again they all nodded agreement. She saw no permanent scars, but all bore marks of a recent light switching. And, "Very proficient and well practiced in oral sex?" She inquired and they nodded in agreement. "Both males and females?" Mavis added, and after a quick glance at each other, they all agreed. "Did you father in Melody's case or in you four's case, your mothers do the training?" A complete negative response on that one. "Are these five the handiwork of that Mister Purple character Evans had told her about, she wondered. "Show me your bedroom, Victoria" Mavis ordered. And you lot trail behind" The girl in question jumped up and immediately led them in the brilliantly white painted hacienda, up the great wooden main stairway in the foyer and along the balcony to a room at the far end. She pushed open the large wooden door with two hands and led the rest in. Mavis was not really surprised at the interior furnishings. A great pink Princess canopied bed dominated the room. White French provincial dressers and mirrored dressing table, trimmed in pink stood along or beside it. A huge iron chandelier hung from the ceiling, and lace curtains covered the one French style window. Victoria had picked up a remote control device upon entering and was now kneeling at the corner of the bed, head down, with her hands raised in front of her, over her head, offering it up. A short multi-thonged lash held in her teeth. Mavis did not need to inspect the content of the drawer's cabinets or closets. They would hold leather, rubber and metal bondage clothing and devices for binding, punishing, or erotically dressing a tiny female sex slave. The Princess bed was actually an electric motor driven four-capstan rack. Its middle arching up to add to or to increase the stretching pressures on the tiny female body spread out on it. The chandelier rose and lowered on its mounting chain. Fastening points for shackles in its black iron frame. And beneath the thick area rugs, fastening rings were imbedded in the polished wooden floor. A female body could be hung or stretched vertically as required. The window was covered with iron bars as all the house windows were. All were sealed and sound proof as were the ceiling, walls and floor. No use disturbing the rest of neither the house nor another slave waiting her turn; in her own princess torture chambers. "Are all your bedrooms identical?" Mavis inquired. And the four other girls nodded. The design has not essentially changed since I slept chained to the foot of an identical bed in an identical room all those years ago. Mavis thought. I wonder who the designer was, and how many girls in Ropeville are chained and locked into these little Princess torture bedrooms every night. Standing there, the light streaming through the virgin white lace curtains, Mavis's mind drifted back to her own sexual awakening under her owners hands in an identical room. "Do you want to see our new test?" Misty inquired. "Sure" replied Mavis without thinking. Her mind remembering her own subjection to her Princess bedroom's special regime. |