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FOUNDLING: THE NEW TEACHER [ part 50 ] Robert Evans has a Restful Weekend Evans had just barely survived the last week.Well actually he probabbly had better odds than the two other men currently in the minds of his police force. The trial of Victor Jones was in progress and he had ordered a very careful watch of him and that Mr. Purple. Specially trained officers were assigned to direct contact. The inner patrol units were to just note when and where they were observed and what they were doing. Just in case they did or went into the increasingly fewer places the cities growingly intrusive security camera net did not covered yet. But the units beyond the city limits were instructed to simply shoot them on site at long range, cover up the body with a tarp from the trunk of their cruiser and let the hazerdouse waiste disposal unit of the city maintenance department know where the body was. As they would any rabid dog. It appeared to be no problem, his case, for those who's normal duty it was to protect people living in Ropeville to use their comnsiderable marksman skills in disposeing of these very unuseual visitors. Normally this sort of activity was found in third world countries. But Mavis herself was currently covering their movements from their sleeping arrangements to either the court house in Jones's case or the school in Purples. Well, she could hit a fly at a half mile never mind her targets head. The movement of Jones or Purple beyond the city limits was simply not going to be allowed, period. Being the commanding offer of an all-female police force was hard enough. Monthly problems affecting his entire rank and file. PMS affecting his senior officers,he actrually knew more, clinically about PMS than he ever wanted too. But the waves of change reverting through the force, initiating from his economies of personal restructuring were getting out of hand. No one was loosing their job, or a dime of pay. But the simple reduction of many inner patrols from two to one officers was not going well. Many departments were doing the same across the country, and breaking up long partner associations was always difficult in paramilitary organizations. You became used to relying on ones partner. But when in Evan's police department, as some were also lovers. Well that opened a new can of worms. So last night Evans had stayed up into the wee hours and with a box of magic markers laying out the entire Ropeville police force personnel schematic on the white paint concrete block wall of the Headquarters gym. There it was, every shift position, crew and unit. That morning as Evans sat drinking his twentieth cup of coffee, in precinct houses throughout the Ropeville County, the shift sergeants read out to their shifts, his new orders. "Each officer, by their seniority, would be given a magic marker and write her name in the place and shift, she wanted to work on the wall. When they were all done, that was where they would work" As these orders were being read out for the first time to the Saturday morning shift, Evans walked out of his office and drove to the SweetCheeks house in the gated community. Mavis would be spending the weekend dealing with any discord arising from his reorganization. And he would have to baby-sit the five little girls in the twinned Haciendas, instead of resting quietly in his own newly renovated house. He was both tired and annoyed at not being able to have a quiet weekend. So in the twilight of the Saturday dawn, Evans stripped off his basic patrolman's uniform, draping it across a lounge chair. Unloaded his weapon, and put the rounds in his pants pocket and dove into the Olympic sized pool that dominated the area between the twined houses. He swam five laps to work out the kinks from sitting in his office chair, or climbing up and down a large stepladder as he wrote out his forces organizational schematic on the white painted concrete block wall. When done, he dried off with white fluffy towels hanging on a wooden drying rack, slipped on a white flannel bathrobe and spreading out the Ropeville Saturday paper he had picked up on his way home on a patio table under a white umbrella. As he worked his way through the sports section, especially his old football team's current status, the soft sounds of small bare feet came to his ears. Finishing the section, he looked up to see five little nude girls kneeling in the submissive position directly in front of his table. "Yes?" He inquired. "We are ready to serve, Master" The one on the right replied. That would be the first clone, Melody, the one the Mayor received in payment for his co-operation in the SweetCheeks cloning deal, Evans remembered. As the clinically elder, they must have agreed among themselves, that she would speak for them. "Go play" He ordered. He was getting hungry and remembered his, New Orleans Creole slave cook; Bambi was back at his own house. "Play what master?" Came the reply. "Anything you like, just go away and play, like little girls do" Evans answered. "We do not understand. "Anything You Like" Master. "Can you not just decide to do something and just do it" Evans inquired. "No" Was the startling answer. "We will do anything you order, but deciding to do anything without specific orders is not comprehensible to us" She replied. We will play tennis if you like" She suggested. "The court, if I remember is fine crushed red clay brick" Evans replied. Looking directly at her. "Maybe the thought of how painful it would be to our bare feet. As you watch us play for you, and you could maybe spank the winner?" She inquired. "I am a policeman, and I would arrest anyone who forced a little girl to cut her feet up by playing barefoot on a crushed brick court or anything else like that" He replied. Any doctor or nurse who treats a child, or any swchool staff who observes and unreported injuries, is required by law to inform us if they suspect abuse" He informed them. "But we are slaves and property" She inquired. Our masters can do anything with us they want" "You are human beings, maybe property, but we put people in prison for being unnecessarily cruel to their pets, no mater if they are animals or little boys or girls" He sternly replied. "Boys can be slaves?" She incredulously inquired. "Of coarse, if a master wants a boy, they can be purchased or their own trained as you were" He continued. "Wow, boy slaves" Was all she replied. "Anyway, all of you swim ten laps down the length of the pool" He ordered and they smiled, giggled happily scampering off. A few seconds later he heard little girl laughter as they raced each other up and down the pool. Just then Evans nostrils were delighted to detect the stomach aching smells of breakfast as Bambi wheeled out a chrome-serving cart. "Maybe this would not be such a bad weekend after all" He had taught gourmet cooking, he had learnt very well from his own famous, chef to the stars,uncle in Berkley to pay for his schooling there. "She smiled and knelt submissively before him. `"Eggs, bacon, homefries and toast with orange juice" He ordered, and she leapt up to comply. "I think I can fulfill your desire to practiced your sexual preferences, Bambi" Evans said as she dispensed the requested food. I have an idea how you can practice your preferences and I can keep some little girls busy" As he sat eating his breakfast, the five finished their laps and weekly crawled out of the pool and knelt shivering before him. Water pouring off there little bodies forming a pool on the flagstones. "Every time from now on you get out of a pool you will immediately towel yourself dry. I do not want my property getting a chill or a cold because they have not been ordered to dry themselves off, understand?" He ordered the five. "Yes master, she replied. And they ran silently on wobbly legs to comply. Maybe ten laps are too much for them. Evans thought. "Bambi, have they been fed today?" He asked his late teenage pet chef. "No master, they will not eat except if you order them or hand feed them" She replied. Evans was realizing why these clones were going to be a problem. Normal little girls would eat or play if you let them alone. Thease would just sit until you told them to move. Somewhere in the cloning, personal initiative was either misplaced or not initiated. But maybe the proper orders would bridge over the problem. When the five returned to their proper place kneeling before him, heads down, hands clasped behind their backs. "Listen carefully, from now on you five" Evans ordered. "You will sip from your water bowls when you are thirsty without being ordered, anytime you are not required to perform another function." "When you are released from your overnight confinement, and after performing morning ablutions and cleaning, you will report to the kitchen and eat your breakfast out of your bowls and drink the glass of milk placed beside it, understand?"
"Yes Master" She replied. Evans then walked towards the large frame supporting the two net hammocks beside the pool. A chrome steel tubing frame arched as a smile supported the hammocks from a horizontal bar attached by chains to each upper tip. Here a two inch diameter threaded knob could be turned, moving the horizontal bar closer or farther away from the supporting frame. Increasing or decreasing the stretch on the hammock to the required tension. "Or maybe that of a little girls body suspended between them?" Evans wondered. "Walking back to where they knelt, he ordered. "Fetch me eight leather cuffs and a dozen switches" And they all jumped up to comply. When they returned, they found five food bowls with breakfast and a water bowl lined up in front of Evan's table. "Place the items in front of me and eat" He ordered when they returned. Complying with inquisitive looks on their faces. Evans had stripped the netting hammock off the suspending bars and attached the leather cuffs with their pinioning chains. He moved a side table to the middle of the space between the ends of the frame and stood waiting as the five ate. Bambi kneeling beside her serving cart wondered what he was up to. When the five were finished eating reddish blond Elosia and Victoria knelt before him to his left, with their identical redheaded with blonde highlights Misty and Lana to his right. Melody, their elder sister and spokesperson directly in front of him. "Do you know how to play rocks, paper, string?" He inquired. "Is it an outside bondage game?" Melody inquired. "No" Replied an exasperated Evans and knelt down in front of them and proceeded to tech them the simple game. "Every time I wish you to choose one among you. Use this hand game to pick her out" He instructed. "The winner, or looser gets punished?" Melody inquired. "The winner of course" Evans replied. "Now use it to choose who will play my newest game" He ordered. In a flash, hands flew and a beaming Victoria held her hands silently above her head in victory. He bent over and picked the tiny reddish blond girl up in his arms, laying her on the table between the ends of the hammock stand. She immediately spread her self wide, raising her hips, feet pulled back as far as they would go, on either side of her hips. As if expecting him to pierce her maidenhood. But her face showed both puzzlement, and then glee as he pulled her thin limbs outward and encompassed her wrists and ankles in the leather cuffs suspended from the horizontal bars at each end of the twinned smile arch of the hammock frame. He then moved to one end, looking down on her outstretched thin legs, winding out the tension screw until her body was lifted off the tabletop. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Followed by "O"S as her walked to the other end and winding the other tension bar out until he had to strain to do it, stretched her out tight horizontally, spread very wide between the ends of the chromed frame. "You may pleasure my ears with the sounds of your pains and pleasures, Victoria dear, but no words" He told the suspended little girl. Who lifted her head from where it hung face up between her tightly stretched arms, smiled broadly and nodded. "Bambi, over hear" And Bambi crawled on hands and knees in front of her master. "Fetch your pleasure implements" And she leapt up and rushed off. Evans picked up the dozen switches and threw them in the pool. "Dive down and each of you pick up one switch by your teeth" He ordered and four inquisitive little faces rushed to obey. In a few minutes they knelt, dried before him as Bambi returned carrying a great wooden box crammed with her "Toys" "Bambi. Work this one over for fifteen minutes. Make sure she orgasms repeatedly, but keep her virginity intact or I will sell you off as an unworthy slave" Understand?" Yes master" Bambi replied in her Creole accented voice. Bambi reached into her box of pleasure and slipped massuese vibrators on the back of each hand, and eased herself up between her fellow sex slaves wide spread trembling legs. Reached out with one hand above, and one hand below the racked child, her tong probing her oozing slit. "You four switch both Bambi and Victoria, but not hard enough to break the skin, just sting, understand?" He ordered the four. "Yes master they replied, taking the switch from their mouths and forming up on both sides of the hammock, began alternating their switching between Victoria's lightly tanned Arian, and Bambi's darker African bodies. Evans then poured himself another tall glass of juice, added ice and sitting down at the table under the colorful umbrella continued to read his papers. The sounds of Victoria's "O"S, "A"s and little squeaks as she achieved another orgasm, mixed with the sounds of four switches raining down on their sweating bodies, a pleasure to his ears. He would alternate all five girls until both they and Bambi were completely exhausted, then gather up his clothes and head off for a nap. He wondered how long it would take to wear out his five young little sex slaves. When Mavis arrived home tonight, the five exhausted little sex slaves would be stretched out in their Princess torture rooms and he would stretch Mavis out on the hammock rack, set Bambi on her to warm her up for him a while he switched them both. Then fuck Mavis snatch raw. It would be an interesting weekend after all. |