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FOUNDLING [ part 51 ] This is Archeology ? As the four engine private jet waited it's turn down the runway, Mary took the opportunity to asses her new employer. That she was used to being instantly obeyed was not unusual. Many prominent women who had reached the nadir of their profession had acquired the skills of command. She sat safety belted in her seat, her fingers touching each other, hands forming a pyramid in front of her, and her eyes focussed somewhere else. About five foot eight, well proportioned chest and hips, powerful build, with a forceful stride. Her skin had been bronzed by the sun, but its original coloring probably was Arian. Her hair was a midnight black, with no sheen. And her eyes a turquoise green set between a pert upturned nose. The entire face was vaguely familiar, maybe if she imagined the hair in tight curls. That was it, a statue of a young girl, part of a three figure family group. It had been in the British museum, discovered in the fired brick ruins of Niniva or UR of the Chaladees. As the plane began it's run, Her employer turned and inquired. "Your expression showed one of discovery of my private jet, or surprise, why? Surely you have flown before" "It was not the flight, nor our opulent surrounding's, Mam, but that, with your hair in tight curls, you look very much as a statue of a little girl with her family. I saw them a few years ago in the British museum's Niniva and Ur collection" She replied, a little sheepishly. "Yes, I have handled those pieces, theirs are copies of my originals. The only token of my parents I have, except for my dowry of gold talents" She replied, quietly. "Now leave me in piece to complete my prayers to the sun, to ensure our safe journey" "I am employed by a mad woman" Mary thought to herself and was silent. Plucked out of the obscurity of a tiny womens colledge,after her first disasterouse Archeological dig was destroyed by the machinations of the Museum curators only son. Bent or revenge after she had told him to bugger off in front of the rest of the party. He hade tried to rape her on their first night in the deep southern Saudi desert as if he owned her.She had been the only surviver, and no one beleived the men comprising the rest of the party had simply shriven up and died in agony just a week after they crossed the ring of pointed stones. Once airborne, the two still nude little girls returned. Giggles kneeling at her mistresses side, the other girl to Mary's. An Eurasian girl, dressed in a silken virgin white sarong walked in barefeet between them and knelt before her employer. "It is time for lunch, I usually have a vegetarian one, but you are free to order anything you like" Her employer told her. "Vegetarian will be fine, we girls have to watch our waist's" Mary replied, but the look her employer shot her, told her she had erred at that reference. The girl left, and a few poignantly silent minutes later returned with a wheeled surveing tray. The two nude girls stood and retrieving a platter of sliced fruits and melons from the Eurasian girl returned and knelt before each of them. Head down, the tray held up over their heads towards their mistresses. "Interesting serving arrangements" Mary commented. "You may feed yours if you feel she deserves feeding" Her employed replied, as she slipped a slice of orange into Giggles mouth. "Your turn" Mary said, and her servers head came up, eyes shut, but a slight smile on her very pouty looking lips. As she had observed her employer, Mary alternated slices of food, one for her and one for her server. When she was full said, "Done" and the girl sprang up and returned the platter to the quietly waiting attendant. "Tea, Juice, water or milk" Her employer inquired. "Tea, with just a little milk will be fine" Mary replied. And was quite amaised when her server returned with a delicate cup and saucer in her hand. Offering it the same way as she had the platter of food. "I'll bet that takes a lot of practice" Mary stated as her kneeling server held the cup and saucer of hot liquid out and up over her bowed head. "After a few spills, they quickly learn the technique. Her employer told her with a wry smile. "You get a new one every month unless you purchase your own. I do suggest when you find one you like, you acquire her as the first few days of every month will be both harrowing and annoying until you do" "Giggles" "As you have with Giggles there" Mary inquired before she could stop herself. But the reply of her employer was quite calm. "Giggles here is a full blooded Zulu princess. A direct descendant of Shaka Zulu himself. Her destiny was set the day she was born. On her sixteenth birthday she will be wed to the man who has been her betrothed since she was born. That night he will bind her to the central pole of their marriage hut, flog and rape her in front of both their parents and the tribes elders" she told her. "Is that not correct Giggles" She continued. "Yes Mistress, that is my destiny" Giggles from her kneeling position, holding the saucer of her mistresses tea cup up in front of her kneeling head. "And the rest of your life being flogged and raped by this man is ok with you?" Mary incredulously inquired. "No, mistress, it will be the first and only time he will have the chance to do either. We both know it must be done as it always has, and he will not spare my body either the painful flogging nor the brutal rape. But we are in love and have been for all our lives" Giggles continued her tale. "From then on we will act as modern equals of man and wife. We both have the best interests our people uppermost in our hearts. And combine our talents and training, gradually moving our people forward" "Are you sure he will continue with these agreements after your marriage" Mary inquired. "I am quite profficient with both our traditional weapons of Knockibary, Stabbing spear and Zulu shield. As well as modern pistols and machineguns" Giggles noted. As I spent my early years in our families great corral. But he was schooled in England most of his life and has no martial skills at all. It is my traditional right as Zaka Zulu's heir to kill anyone I believe will harm the Zulu people" "But most importantly, It was I who stood beside my father in my mothers proper place when the white Boor President came to inquire if the Zulu nation objected to the intent of the Johannesburg government of relinquish power to the black majority. And it was I who stood again in my proper place as the great Nelson Mandella himself spoke with my father as an equal. Inquiring if the Zulu Nation had any objections to his coming South Africa's first Black leader" She continued, pride obvious in her voice. "My father, and eventually my husband will command the Zulu people. But the land they walk on, that grows their crops, provides the water they drink or the room for their houses is mine. Mine through my own deceased mother, as it is our female line's land that nurtures the Zulu people" Pride of her place in her peoples future was very obvious. Even though the voice came from a little nude preteen female. On her knees, her white mistresses tea saucer held up over her bowed head. "And until then you freely serve your white mistress" Mary, still incrediouse inquired. "You must learn to successfully serve one person at a time if you are to successfully lead thousands" Giggles replied. Obviously a very wise brain in that little body. "Satisfied?" Her employer inquired. "Most certainly, mam" Mary replied. "We will be landing soon, you lot scoot" Her employer ordered and the two servers and the Eurasian girl disappeared forward. " We have a pleasant drive ahead of us, and by dinner we will be in the schools summer home" Her employer told Mary. "When we disembark, you will hear people from now on refer to my as Sister A, our mistress. And if it is not too much a problem, will expect you to address me the same" Sister A informed her. "No problem, Sister A" Mary replied.
The Moorish Fortress Looking out the limousines window, Mary observed the passing scenery. Dence urban, was replaced by more expansive residential and finally the relatively open terrain of the lush river valleys of the Andilusian plains leading down from Granada to the Mediterranean sea. "I might as well still be in England, for the greenery and the dense traffic on the mains "Mary thought to herself. The car eventually turned off the main road and traversing a typical white stucco walled, red tiled roofed, Mediterranean Spanish town. Arriving finally before the great wrought iron fence and gates, separating the rest of Spain from the rocky promontory the great Moorish Fortress had been built on. "It is a contemporary of Alhambra the Blessed" Sister A informed her new employee as they were swept through the gates and up the long, barren drive to the fortresses imposing entrance. "Designed by the same Moorish architect, and for the same Caliph. But the foundations of the great towers and walls follow that o a late Roman or Byzantine fortress that was here long before" Eight more guards awaited them as the car pulled up before a long low stone causeway. Thease dressed more casually in loose white short-sleeved shirts and gray shorts over white socks and low climbing shoes. But these too wore automatic pistols, modern nightsticks and a pair of handcuffs on a very police looking equipment belt. Communication radio's attached to their belts beside the rest. Sister A exited the car as soon as it stopped, Mary next and the two servers hopping out from their jump seats and rushing to their proper places just behind and beside their mistresses. They walked across the long white stone causeway, into the great entrance doors and turning abruptly left and after crossing a small courtyard totally enclosed by high crenellated walls, a short distance right again and through another pair of great doors. Finally after exiting from the entrance tunnel into a very imposing inner court yard. Mary observed first the almost soccer pitch sized cobblestone yard with imposing towers all around. Four storied windowed buildings creating the walls between. A colorful stripped awnings ran along the front of each building, supported by wooden arms running out at the second floor of the buildings. But then Mary was shocked to see, hanging from a few of them by their wrists, little nude girls. Their toes just brushing the cobblestone surface of the great courtyard. As Sister A turned to walk up a few wide stone steps into a great keep. Mary heard her say; "Punishment for minor rules infractions, often for speaking out when they should be keeping silent". In case your interested. "A day hanging in the sun and a light switching at noon. Then off to the infirmary. A little painful, especially the sunburn. But most never have a return engagement. Right Giggles?" "Right Mistress" Her server softly replied.
The Great Keeps Greatest Treasure Inside the great keep, Mary observed rows of little nude girls, sitting in the lotus position, face to face, knee to knee. All eating from plates before them. More were being served cafeteria style, by more nude little girls, these in five point attaching interconnected chains. Except for the nudity and the chains worn by the servers, this could be any private girls school anywhere in Europe. Then she saw three younger girls dressed in black dominatrix leathers supervising the servers or those cleaning up. And an adult Female in black Nuns habit standing supervising all of them. "Sister Monette is an excellent chef. Aided by the three younger ones could make a five star restaurant proud" Sister A said as they walked through the hall. Mary saw every one either bow, or the girls sitting bow forward, as Mistress A swept past. They surcomvented a great high-backed chair set up on a low dais and behind it up a long wide winding staircase. Three stories up, the stepped off at a short vestibule before a large steel door. As Sister A approached it swung back open and they walked in. Inside was a room covering the entire area of the third floor. It was obviously a library. Shelves of books. Glassed shelves of scrolls, and metal boxes on very thick metal shelves. Rolling ladders everywhere and only a few comfortable chairs around a few low tables buried in the middle. "Please be seated, Mary" Sister A said, indicating one chair as she herself slid into another. "The contence of the great Alexanderian libraries comprise but a fraction of it. If you are interestted" Sister A informed her." This for instance is a cuniform tablet containing the index for the codes of Hemoradi, which are in their original form in the metal box it is sitting on" Mary's head just whipped back and forth, trying to take it all in.
Identical Four Almost immediately four identical little nude girls appeared. Each with reddish blond hair, blue eyes and tiny freckles in their very sweet looking faces. "Thease are your four research library assistants, Mary. Apple, Holly, Ollette, and Valletta. Each responsible for that section of the alphabet their name starts with. They have learned the location of every single item in my library and in a few years will be able to recite a brief synopsis of each" Sister A told her new librarian. Ask any of them a question, and the right one will instantly be aware of your request" All four girls knelt before Mary in the heads down, hands clasped behind their backs routine she had observed nude little serving girls in all day. "Bring Mary all the pertinent data on Sister B's unauthorized quest" Sister A ordered. The girls stood and each moved in a different direction. Mary noted they moved as one, each moving the same arm, hand or foot, as if only one mind controlled all four bodies. "They are very odd" Mary inquired. "Actually they are a clone experiment by another, gone awry" Sister A replied. Instead of four thirteen year old girls, each a variation on the same original gene. Four totally identical females, apparently not only physically, but mentally the same person. They have improved dexterity, speed and endurance. Have total recall and photographic memories. They use both sides of the brain and are telepathically linked" Sister A went on. "As an experiment, one was sent to Moscow, one to Perth Australia, London England, and Tokyo Japan. Each was read a different story in a different language and asked to write it down. They each wrote down each story as they each heard in on alternating lines" "I thought we could only clone cows or sheep or something" Mary replied, very puzzled. "True, they were the last of a rogue experiment. As far as I know the only successful cloning of a human is our own Malibu Barbie" Sister A smiled, as she lied. "And probably explains all the adventures she has had and all the subsequent problems she has caused me" "But as for these four are, as you noticed, they are too different, or actually, as you have perceived, too identical" She went on. "It was immediately realized by the people who found them in Ropeville, that they could not be allowed to live in the general populace as their clone origin was too obvious" Sister A went on. "They are neither prisoners, nor slaves, Mary. The choices were put to them, all the options, including free plastic surgery to make them at least appear outwardly different" Sister A appeared very concerned over these four young girls, Mary observed. "I was there on an unrelated matter and they freely accepted my offer above all the rest. A quiet life here, preserving all this libraries content for posterity using the most long lasting technology we can muster. Their choice of nudity and submissive observance was their own decision when they saw the rest of the students required behavior" " They will attend all the slave training classes, but will be listed as my personal property in the school's records and thereby not put up for auction, or be available for purchase before graduation on three years. They will also spend all their working months here, rather in the other maintenance work groups"
School Pet Just then, the steel entrance door swung open, Sister a looked up just as a tiny, half starved appearing little female ran into the room and jumped up on Sister A's lap. This in itself a remarkable aberration from the strict, almost terrified subservience every other young female observed in Sister A's formidable presents. "You did not stop by the infirmary to see how I was coming along. So when I found out you were back, I just had to rush up and give you a big sloppy kiss" And she did so, right then and there, as fast as she arrived she was gone. "That was" Mary started, but Sister A held up a warning finger. "We allow no pets in this school as there are just to many girls to look after as it is" So when she came into our possession, under circumstances I cannot reveal. I decided she would be everyone's pet, or little sister if you prefer" Other than that, she does not exist as far as anyone else is concerned. Is that clear?" "But she is the missing royal" Mary tried again. "Mary, she has escaped a very brutal slavery and arrived here almost dead from his brutal tortures. Did you not see the red wrists, neck and ankles? The fading whip marks we hope to eventually erase with plastic surgery? Or the brand just above her sex? To the rest of the world she is dead. To us she is "Pet". Is that clear?" "Yes Sister A that is very clear" Mary quietly replied. She had noticed the abuse that had been heaped on what she thought was only a most a nine year old girls little body.
Something is Missing? The four library researchers wheeled in a cart, pilled high with books and scrolls over two metal boxes. "And?" Sister A inquired. As the four had a very sheepish look about them. "It is missing, Mistress" They said together. Four identical voices creating their own synchronized choir. "Missing, one of my collection is Missing?" Sister A's obvious anger rose as her words came out. "Yes mistress, the Claudian record of the Roman Centurions report, of his single return from the area under research is missing. All the subsequent records either refer , or paraphrase its content" A, reported. "Who read it last?" Sister A said, quietly, but the edge in her voice could have cleaved a great redwood easily. "Malibu Barbie has been reading all the Roman period scrolls searching for new sexual techniques Mistress" She replied. "Sister A reached into her jacket pocket and withdrew a cell phone. Grab Malibu Barbie, strip her and wear two switches out on her as she hangs by her wrists in the courtyard" She ordered. You have one hour to bring her to me bound in punishment chains and gagged" She ordered in a very even tone. "Now, I think we have time for dinner" She said and standing up walked out of her library. Mary followed her back outside to the stairwell and up another floor into a long hall and there into a dark wood paneled dining room. Mary saw other male and females seated at a normal dinning table. A buffet, served by six nude little girls in chains, at one end. "Everyone here at the school eats exactly the same food" Sister A informed Mary." It is a great equalizer and cuts down on the load on the cafeteria staff. Two hundred and fifty for each meal in quite enough as it is for Sister Monette here to handle." Mary followed Sister a into the cafeteria style lineup. Choices were skinless chicken, shepherds pie, vegetables, soup, cake or ice cream. And the usual milk's, tea's, coffee's or water's. Giggles shadowed Sister A, who loaded up her plate and tray. Again Giggles assumed the submissive position beside Sister A's chair at one end of the great wooden table. And Sister a consequently fed half her selection to her. Mary noted three other Sisters, dressed in Black leather Habits also did the same to little nude girls kneeling at their feet. Mary, talking an empty chair near Sister A noted. "Having a server entails more work than one may suppose" "Yes, being responsible for anthers welfare in return for their personal service is a task not undertaken lightly. Sister A replied. You are not required to use their services, but are required to feed them if you do" Just as Mary was savoring her ice cream, two young females in full dominatrix outfits walked in,two guards in tow. "She is gone, Mistress" The one Dominatrix informed Sister A. "You have lost my favourite whipping toy" Sister A angrilly shot back. "Malibu Barbie and four Arabic girls were rounded up and shipped out to Sister B, under her phoned in orders to a site in Southern Saudi Arabia last night, Mistress" The one guard replied. "Everyone assumed you had agreed" The other added. Well Mary, you might as well start burrying yourself in that library of mine today" Sister A sighed. "As without Barbie there is no directions for you to follow after Sister B and her girls" But no sooner were the words out of her mouth, but Mary leapt up, kissed Sister A on her head and was gone. "At least someone is happy with this days events" Sister A said to Giggles as she placed a spoonful of sherbert icecream in Giggles mouth. |