FOUNDLING: THE NEW TEACHER

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 49B ]

A New Sister and a New Friend

Sister Patria had retired at the end of June. She had first been a graduate, then the mistress to one who rose to the highest level of the French Government. He had died of a heart attack ten years later and Patria had returned to her alma mater as decorum and deportment instructor.

When the schools graduates were purchased or returned to their masters or mistresses. They were expected to be able to deport themselves in the highest levels of their owners social groups. That is where the schools deportment and decorum class's came in. Transforming little street urchins and unwanted orphanage girls into prim and proper little high society girls.

Sister Patria had recommended a replacement. She had met her at a Decorum and Deportment conference. Sister A had not even known they had such things for etiquette instructors.

The female was in her mid twenties, but had impressed Sister Patria with her abilities and knowledge of worldwide proper etiquette practices. She was American by birth, but for some reason chose to teach in Europe at another private school. But she had decided to change schools. Sister A had phoned her current school, and they were very sorry to see her go. She would be hard to replace, as many students were at the school because she was teaching there. But they would not say why she was quitting and moving on.

Sister A had contacted her, and her salary offer had astounded the teacher. So she agreed to an all expenses paid trip to the schools summer home and a free vacation on the Rivera if she did not take the job anyway. She was due just after breakfast.

A local taxi drove up to the great iron gates, and the new teacher eased out.

The gatekeeper whistled when he saw her. She was a raven-haired beauty, all the right bulges in the right places. A flat as an ironing board stomach and legs that never seemed to end. Her face hidden under a broad brimmed light brown straw hat. When he walked up to the gate to let her in, and her head came up, he saw her face for the first time. He stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape. The new teacher appeared to take his reaction in stride, and calmly waited for him to recover.

He eventually recovered his composure, unlocking the gate and letting her in. She smiled at him as she passed, and he blushed like a little boy found looking at Harrods underwear catalogues under his bed covers. And remembered he was not supposed to let anyone in without Sister A's explicit approval, when she was almost to the causeway bridge.

She strolled up the broad cobblestone road towards the Moorish Fortress in her stiletto high heels, even the Mediterranean breeze slackened, daring not to disturb her perfect raven hair castigating freely down her ruler straight backside. When she reached the stone bridge she unhesitatingly crossed without even glancing down at the deep dry moat. The great gates opened as she approached the male guards of each pair as speechless as the gatekeeper as she nodded to them and walked past. Their female partners were surprised, but at least their mouths were not hanging open.

The visitor was at least escorted into the keep. Her eyes observing the nude little girls hanging by they're wrists from the beams protruding from the inner walls. The guards escorting her, led the visitor up to Sister A's great judgement chair on its dais where Giggles knelt in the submissive posture awaited her, nude and still in chains for speaking out without permission again. {She was well on the way to beating the record for hanging by her wrists from a beam in the courtyard all day and switched at noon.} The new decorum teacher prospect took the site of a nude little girl in chains, the obvious signs of a good switching decorating her dusky razor thin body in stride.

Giggles led her up the stairs and into Sister A's office. Sister A stood, and offered her the seat across the desk from her. The security camera monitors in the wall directly across the office from her desk were hidden now, no one but Giggles was even aware of them. But they had showed her visitors progress, the reaction of the male guards to her, and finally her face.

"We can offer, besides the generous salary, full medical benefits, two summer months off, if you desire, and the most comprehensive retirement package you could ever wish for" Sister A told her. "But you are probably more interested in the total immunity from the outside world that our very exclusive school offers"

"Yes, your financial offer is much more than adequate. And your retirement package very generous. But you are right; the complete immunity from outside is your most compelling attribute. She replied.

"Are all the little girls always nude and in chains?" She added.

"No, Giggles here appears not to be able to keep her mouth shut as the students are required outside their dorms or the recreation rooms" Sister A informed her. I have informed her if she opens her mouth again when she should keep it shut she will be given the option of having it sewn shut or spending a month as the practice dummy of Sister B's two new prize torture students"

"Inside the fortress here in Spain I let them go nude to both save on laundry and get them used being nude and comfortable with their bodies" Sister A informed her. But outside and back in Switzerland, they wear very normal private school uniforms"

'If I take this job, why not let me see if I can correct her mouthy behavior" She said. "And if she is still mouthy by the end of summer, you can fire me, Deal?' She said.

"Works for Me" Sister A replied.

"If you do not mind, there is a senior student that may enlighten you on your reason for living your life out of the publics view" Sister A added. Then she reached into her leather habit and withdrew a very modern cell phone.

"Bring Malibu Barbie up to my office. No do not strip, hang her by her wrists and switch her, and chain her up this time before brining her to me" She said.

A few minutes later Barbie was escorted again into her

headmistress's office by two guards. She walked on trembling legs, ignoring everything and everyone in the room and knelt submissively before her mistress, head down, hands clasped behind her back.

"Barbie dear, we have called you here as your special knowledge regarding your parents work may assist is in solving our new teachers predicament" Sister a softly informed the trembling student kneeling before her.

"Anything anytime my mistress desires, of me" Barbie softly replied.

`What is your real name Barbie" Sister A inquired. She knew the answer, very few did.

"Sue Ann Marie Barbie" She softly replied.But I have not been called that since my parents died, mistress"

"Were you the first?" Sister A inquired.

`No mistress, my parents created another first. But I never met her, as she was an adult size Mistress" Barbie's voice softly came from her still bowed head. "I over heard my parents arguing still months later about the first time my mother saw her, fresh born out of the mechanical cresh. My mother was especially annoyed at my father's choice of genetic material. It appears he did not really know the original was still alive"

"Then you should look up and see your elder clone sister sitting in front of my desk" The very interested school headmistress ordered her most troublesome student.

Barbie's head came up and she looked at the adult female sitting demurely in front of Sister A's great wooden desk. As expected her mouth dropped open.

"Well" Sister A inquired.

"Yes, she is the one. Barbie replied.

"My mother locked my father out of their bedroom for months over her. It appears he had a lifelong crush, and had one of the world's premier collections of her memorabilia. And my mother, who I am a clone of, made sure he never got with in a mile of her as she was initiated in our labs" Barbie calmly said.

"Well that explains how and why you look as you do" Sister A informed her new teacher. Maybe you two should take a walk in the garden and get to know each other"

Barbie slowly got up, and bowing submissively to her headmistress. Walked tentatively over to where her elder sister clone was standing up. The adult female reached out and took her younger sisters hand, and the two walked out of Sister A's office.

"And I thought I had seen it all. But obviously not" Sister A mused, and went back to her paperwork.

The two reunited siblings walked hand in hand out of the tower, Barbie speechless. She knew that there were at least nine clones her age created by her parent's chief lab assistant in Ropeville. She had been asked by Mavis to fly there and identify the stolen equipment and met the first five. The last four were now permanent members of the school, as errors in their cloning had created four identical versions of the same girl instead of four variations of her.

No one was currently in the garden; Barbie was pleased to see. She escorted her big sister to a shaded stone bench, and they sat down facing each other.

"My parents were not playing god. They were both unable to have children and that was the driving force behind our creation. Barbie said looking up into her clone sister's eyes. At least most of us can live in the world with relative ease, but lately another screwed up four last cloning and created little four identical girls who cannot live in the real world either.

"Did you ever meet your genetic original?" Barbie inquired.

"Yes, I dared entered a lookalike contest once, and the first prize was actually handed to me by herself. I wore contacts to change the color of my eyes to fool anyone who really knew her in the contest. And nearly blew it when she walked out with the trophy" Her elder sister told her. "I always wondered how the genetic material was obtained"

"Are they more of me?" Her sister inquired.

"No, but there are two sets of almost identical twins and the next four, all the same girl both mentally and physically" Barbie told her. "Only one created alone first was successful"

"Is it still possible to create more clones?" She inquired.

"No", Barbie lied. "The last four used up the remainder of my parents elixir broth"

"Good, there is no chance of anyone creating anymore of us then" She softly said. When we are gone, it will be over and forgotten. I am the eldest, and after I am gone you will have to protect the others from the world ever finding out about us"

"Then you do not know we are immortal" Barbie blurted out. "You never noticed wounds heal overnight and we cannot catch any diseases or even die from injuries or wounds that would kill normal humans"

It was her turn to let her mouth drop. And for quite a while silence reigned in the garden.

"Then we all have eternity to get to know each other?" She inquired.

"Yes sister, but I still have to get back to my job overseeing lunch and you have to decide if you want to spend eternity here" Malibu Barbie quietly said. "You will find it is much easier if you concentrate on one day at a time, and let the future look after itself."

Barbie stood, kissed her sister full on the lips and waked away.

The new etiquette teacher sat for a long time on the bench, softly weeping, until a tiny half starved little girl, red bruising at neck, wrists and ankles crept up from were she had been hiding under a bush. And standing in front of the sobbing adult gently reached out and hugged her.

"It will be alright, Barbie is a good friend of mine and if I can feel safe here, I am sure you can" She whispered. The adult female looked up, noticing the badly abused little creature standing in front of her, reached out and hugged her tight.

"I am sure with the help of a good friend like you, I can learn to cope," She said. Glad at least someone did not call her by that name.