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FOUNDLING [ part 47 ] Each to their own they all say. It was quiet, with over three hundred of it's little girl students gone for the summer, the Moorish fortress on the rocky promatory was relatively empty. Sister A, sitting at her desk, reviled in the silence. The last few years the demand for her graduates had risen, requiring the increase of graduates to a hundred and fifty per year. She had let the regime slip into excessive brutality as the problems housing; feeding and training more little girls for a life of sex slavery had consumed her. But last winter she had been jolted back into reality and swiftly regained control. Brutal guards were eased out and a call for assistance from graduates now on their own brought a volume of response way beyond her most subjective expectations. She paired up male guards with female graduates, and was able to now set up safe houses in every capital throughout Europe. The spat of kidnappers targeting her students brought unwanted attention. But the swift responses of Mavis's Valkyrie both retrieved the girls and let anyone contemplating something similar in the future pause to think it over again. She knew a little chaos in the service sectors would be created as only relatively inexperienced first year girls were thrust into replacing senior girls. But staff were paid well, and a little adversity was good for them once and a while. Sister B's decision to accompany the girls to the schools house on Lesbos did not sit well with her. She had arranged for girls who wished, sent there for the summer, but hopped to be able to arrange a conclave with all her Sisters midsummer. It had been a century or more since they had all been together. A strongly worded letter would have to be sent to bring her back in time. Just then, a knock at her door signaled the arrival of her lunch. A trembling little nude girl in chains pushed the serving cart in. Giggles had assumed her required feeding position beside Sister A's chair. On her knees, hands held behind her back, head up, eyes shut, and mouth open. "Sliced honey melon, seedless orange, apple and pears, with lemon tea. She ordered. The frightened girl dropped her knife twice, the apples and almost the hot tea all over Sister A's desk. "Stop!" and the girl froze. "My server will assist you, before you cut yourself" Sister A told the terrified little girl. "But tomorrow you had better get it right or the next day will be spent hanging by your wrists in the inner courtyard" Giggles sprang up and showed the girl how to serve her mistress. Cutting large fruit on a cart was something you had to learn. And being this close to the headmistress was scary enough for a first year student. By the time the lunch was ready, the girl had calmed down. She approached the headmistress and knelt before her, head down holding the platter of slice fruit over her head. Sister A chose pieces off the trembling tray, slipping one in Giggles mouth for every one into hers. "Good Girl, you have served me well enough for your first time" Sister A told the new girl kneeling in front of her when she was satisfied. "Return to your kitchen duties and inform Sister Monette you are barely acceptable, but trainable as my meal server for the summer" When the girl had fled, back to the kitchen, a giggle escaped Sister A's body servant. "And what was that for?" Sister A inquired. "Sister Monette will wear a switch out on her body when she hears she was barely acceptable, but will smile knowing the girl has been sentenced to ten weeks of your presence" Giggles said. Not moving from her place beside Sister A. "And I get one server all summer, with no repeat of today's near disaster" Sister A replied. Now be quiet as I have work to do. The paperwork for all the summer tours I booked have come in"
Work Details: Earning you keep Eleven AM lunch was eaten sitting knee to knee as it always was, but the students appeared lost in the middle of the huge hall. Food services were also out of kilter. It was lucky there were less than two hundred girls to serve. The second year class had been on cafeteria duty was on their way to Stockholm Sweden. The first year class that replaced them right after breakfast was still trying to find out where all the rooms of the kitchen were. Malibu Barbie and Cindy were frantically pushing totally new girls into position as they served the cold cuts, fruits and salads that were lunches at the summer school. Sister Monette was trying not to loose her cool at all the minor disasters that occurred. And they all wondered if they we would make it past dinner without going insane. Hired staffer Olyvia, in charge of the Moorish Fortresses housekeeping was in the same state. Her inexperienced first year class appeared to be composed of little girls who either had never had to do a lick of work in their lives, or should never be allowed near anything with a handle attached. Six girls were already in the infirmary for being either poked, prodded or knock down by fellow students wielding brooms, brushes or mops. One stairway had to be blocked off, when she found it had been washed down with floor polish, and was as slippery as if it was composed of ice. And two girls were in the infirmary, one for scalding her hand with hot water, another with full strength cleaning solution. Alexandria, the staffer in charge of maintenance was sure one of her new girls would either fall off the roofs, down the steep walled moat or cut their fingers off with blunt gardening tools. This first year class was probably the biggest collection of brown thumbs she had ever had. That Foundling girl was a natural leader though. She had organized the girls sweeping the area from the Causeway Bridge to the wrought iron gates free off anything growing or blown garbage. No one would fall off the sides of the approach, down the steep rocky dry moat or off the wrought iron gates on her watch. The staffer Patricia in charge of the laundry on the other hand was quite happy. Her first year class was almost half way through its month of laundry tour of duty and with approximately three hundred less towels, face clothes etc. to wash were feeling that they were on a bit of a vacation themselves.
Rust Detail The blue paper coveralls the girls were wearing at least let the ocean breezes through, and bottled water and shade in a temporary wall less marquee tent, always handy. But the outside work in even the relative coolness of the late afternoon still heated their young bodies, sweating out the water as fast as they drank it down. Guards prevented slackers, and the work was tedious, but not beyond their strength. Pulling weeds, sweeping the rocks clear and picking up any garbage was the forecourt gangs job. Foundling's disposable blue paper coveralls were sweat darkened already. They had not been out here an hour yet. And they still had three to go. The guards in charge made sure the girls had plenty of cool water to drink, but also kept working. Foundling, Melissa, Nuage, Mary Ann, Mitsui and Flame had been handed wire brushes and told to remove every speck of rust from the great iron fence that guarded the approach to the Moorish Fortress. Mary Ann, Mitsui and Flame worked on the inner side, as Foundling, Melissa and Nuage the outside. Each three had a tall ladder, but the guards moved it about, as it was too heavy for the little slave girls. Six guards stood outside with them. Two watching them, four watching the approaches from the road that ran along the coast. Luckily, the wrought iron gates only need a little wire brushing and touchups right now, but the sea air was a constant warrior against its integrity.
Poor Little Creature "Move beside the Gate Wardens office" One guard ordered. "A car is approaching from the village" The six were herded into the relatively cool shaded side of the building just inside the gates and four of the guards calmly stood around them. Machine pistols at the ready. A dark blue car, with diplomatic plates swept up to the gates. The warder approached the gate and a smartly dressed young man got out of the car and approached the gate. "I have a package for Sister A" He said. It is to be delivered to her personally. Please send this up to her and I will wait for her answer" He handed the Warder a red wax sealed envelope and talking it walked back to the guards. "This has to be delivered to Sister A's own hand and a message returned" The warder informed a guard. He walked over to Foundling, handed her the envelope and said. "Run up to the fortress with this. Deliver it to Sister A. Await her answer and run back down here with it" Foundling, without a word took the envelope and sped off. "Do all the little girls here obey without question" The Diplomatic courier inquired of the Door Warder. "That is what they are here for" Answered the guard. The guards had set the rest of the Iron Gate maintenance crew back to scrubbing off the rust stains with their wire brushes on the inside of the wrought iron fence. "Why all the guards for six little girls" The Diplomat inquired. "These six are working too close to the road. Two guards for the six of them and four guard the approaches as they were working outside the fence before you drove up. And there are twenty more girls working between here and the Fortresses main gate. "Why are they put to work? I understood this was a very exclusive private school," The diplomat asked. He had looked up towards the fortress and spotted all the blue coverall wearing little girls working away. "Earning their keep. This school also teaches obedience and the benefits of applying themselves to hard work" The Warder explained. "Benefits" the Diplomat inquired. "Food, shelter, a first class education and avoiding punishments" The Warder calmly explained. By this time a heavily panting. Foundling had arrived, running all the way back down the hill from the Fortress. She handed the guard who gave her the job, the envelope back. And joined her work mates when he handed her a new bottle of water and with the flick of a thumb, indicated she had better get back to work. The Warder handed the envelope back to the Diplomat, who unsealed it, ready, it and handed it back to the Warder. "He is allowed to drive up to the bridge spanning the moat," The Warder said as he unlocked and swung open the gate. The driver by this time was back behind the wheel of the limousine and drove through. When he reached the approach to the fortress were the narrow stone bridge arched across the steep walled dry moat to the fortresses main gate. He stopped and opened the side door. Six guards stood waiting and assisted him to ease a large iron bound old trunk out of the back seat and on to a four-wheeled cart. They then pushed the cart over the bridge, through the heavy entrance doors, across the outer and into the inner courtyard. There eight more little girls in blue paper waited with two long poles. Without a word, they slid the poles into carrying handles on each side of the great box, and when one guard said "UP!" And with a soft groan raided it up and carried it up the stairs into the great keep. They walked across the hall that composed the main floor towards Sister A's judgement chair and set it down in front of it. They then removed the poles and knelt behind it. The guards formed two groups on either side of the huge box and the Diplomat walked up and bowed to the Black leather Habit form sitting there. "He asks a great deal of me," She said to the diplomat. "And promises, under his own signature and seal much in return Sister" He quietly replied. "The regime he requires will be very harsh and very strict. Does he understand what he will receive back after five long years?" She inquired. "If what I have already witnessed in my few minutes here already, is any indication. You only need to keep doing what you already do so well to hold up your end of the deal. The diplomat answered. Your security is as efficient I hear as anything anywhere else" And do not have the constraint of diplomatic repercussions to hold you back" Sister A looked closely at the young diplomat. His was a very delicate mission. One that, if it became public knowledge would have devastating repercussions on his, and especially the one who sent him's future. "Open it" She ordered and the young diplomat reaching into his jacket froze as eight guards chambered a round as the weapons bore on him. He blanched and remained perfectly still as a nude little dark skinned girl in chains emerged from behind Sister A's chair and calmly walked up and removed the two great keys from the hand inside his jacket. He relaxed as she unlocked the old trunk, and after returning to him the keys, disappeared back behind Sister A's great chair. The guards relaxed and the slightly frazzled young diplomat opened the lid. "Remove the content and place it before me" Sister A ordered, and the eight little girls stood up and walked towards the opened box. The diplomat saw they all were now nude and all wore the chains as the other little girl had. They reached in and lifted out a heavy canvass bag wrapped in chrome chains and eased it on to the floor in front of Sister A. The Diplomat, still holding the keys in his hand very carefully stepped up and unlocked the four padlocks holding the chains. They dropped away and he unlocked the one sealing up the mouth of the bag. "Dump the content out on the floor before me" Sister A ordered and the chained girls complied. The nude, sweat drenched body of a little girl, almost covered in white leather restraints from head to foot slipped out. An all encompassing hood covered her head. A single arm binder restrained her arms behind her body. A corset pulled tight held her torso, a strap running under, spreading her tiny but cheeks wide and up through her sex lips connected to the closet in front. White leather thigh high boots covered her legs. Silver interconnected chains were around her throat and her ankles. "Her wedding attire" The diplomat informed Sister A. "Inform him I will accept this project and expect him to comply with his end of the bargain" Sister A told the diplomat. You may leave her with us. Escort him outside the grounds" Sister A ordered, the diplomat bowed, and the guards followed him out. "Leave us" She ordered and the little girls kneeling in front of her fled, the sounds of their tinkling chains fading as they disappeared. "Fetch me Sister B's two prize pupils" She ordered and heard Chuckles chains as the complied. In the silence that followed Sister A contemplated the reason de terre that had brought this young high born lass to her bound condition at her feet. She was to be, when old enough, a breeding mare, providing a male child to continue a bloodline. Her mind and body trained to be a totally submissive sex slave, all her life. It eventually would be a life of relative leisure and pleasure, but as a bound sex slave never the less. But first her strong will is to be broken under torture. That was not the schools normal way, but her master's specific orders. Giggles slipped back into her place, on her knees, just behind and beside Sister A's great chair. The two young females in full dominatrix leathers entered and knelt before their Headmistress. "Elise, Perth, before you is a little girl whose strong will is to be broken under torture. Sister A regretfully instructed. She must be a full submissive, but still physically able to attend classes by the time school starts in September though. As I understand you are looking for a female body to practice your newly acquired skills with Oriental tortures, consider her your test body. Keep her under the strictest bondage at all times and isolated from any students you also have under instruction. As she is already no longer a virgin, even at her tender age, you are also to instruct her in all methods of pleasuring a male while undergoing your tortures. "I have entered into an agreement with her owner, and I expect you two to carry out these instructions to the letter, or you will find yourself up on the auction block this fall understand?" "Yes, Mistress" The two girls answered. They had worked very hard under Sister B's exacting lash to learn her techniques. Jumping at the chance, traveling to Sister D's school and freely submitting to a year of Oriental tortures to learn of her techniques. They wondered why their headmistress would accept the training of such a young girl, but were proud the task had been given to them. Picking up the still tightly bound, sweat drenched body of the tiny female, who's all encompassing hood cut her off from any external sights or sounds, they started to carry her down to their torture chambers far below. "She is a real little princess, but instruct her to answer to her new name, Slit " Sister A added as the two bowed low and carried their new toy off. "She has a long time to learn to obey, as she will be with us until her thirteenth birthday, three years hence" "Poor little creature" Sister A though as they carried her off. But no one wants to make the same mistake twice when it comes to royal breeders, I guess. |