FOUNDLING: SAUDI DESERT ADVENTURE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 54 ]

Sister B almost felt like bonking the little miscreant on the head with her sword for the “What Kept You?” remark. And now understood why her mistress was looking forward to the day Barbie and her friend Cindy were packed off to her uncle at Christmas. Also realizing the future facing Becky Sue, who would be stuck with the two of them for virtually forever.

But instead, she dug out her radio hanging around all their necks, and tried to call in the rest of the girls, to discover her comlink was not functioning. Figuring the fine sand had finally done it in, strode out to where she had hobbled her camel and retrieving a flare gun, fired off the appropriate signal. By this time Barbie had drawn their two camels up and after packing up the tent and supplies was dragging her captor out.

“What should we do with him?” Barbie inquired. But stood in front of his prone form when Sister B drew her razor sharp sword.

“So tie him up onto your transport camel as he did you and lets get on with our trip” Sister B said, replacing her sword in its scabbard. “He appears to be dyeing anyway”

And she was right. As they bound him across the other baggage in the camels frame, Barbie saw the color of his sweat glistened face was almost gone and had trouble swallowing a few sips of water when Barbie tried to poor some in his slack mouth.

But Sister B was adamant it was time to be off.

“Why?” inquired Barbie of the increasingly agitated Sister B as they rode to join the rest of the girls awaiting them a few miles on in a shallow wash.

“Do you not feel its draw?” Sister B replied to her inquiry. “It as if you were a grain of sand in a gigantic hourglass rushing towards the great hole at the center leading down to were we will find rest”

Barbie rode silently on, and when they joined with the rest, all quickly climbed on their camels and the convoy was away. Barbie saw the same increasingly frenzied looks on her fellow students. Barbie dropped back to small groups who were not urging on their camels as eagerly as the rest. She found four of the Arabic rescued girls as mystified as her self as to the antics of the rest, until she realized this group were probably as found of male accompaniment as she was.

That night they did not stop until it was too dark to go on and everyone setup their tents and were crowding around Barbie’s cooking fire’s eager to eat and be off to bed. Barbie and the four were left to clean up as the rest dashed off as fast as she could get anything on their tin plates.

“There are no stars,” Elisha said faintly as they cleaned the pans with sand.

“Of course there are” another replied, “They are just hid by clouds”

“”No the sky was cloudless all day” Barbie replied and you are right, even the moon is not up”

“This is not real” Elisha spurted out. ”My people still follow the old ways before the Islamic peoples conquered our land. My body was that years payment to leave us to follow our beliefs in peace”

They all turned to listen to the one who apparently had the ability to read a person near future in their palm. And had demonstrated it many times since she was rescued from an Arab Princes harem.

“My mother taught me to be in tune with mother earth” To listen to her heartbeat as I walked barefoot on her skin” She whispered and the rest knelt forward to hear as her voice dropped. “And I do not feel her presence when my bare feet touch this land since we crossed the barrier of teeth”

“Do any of you feel you are being drawn by a magnet somewhere?” Barbie inquired softly”

“No” was the collective reply.

“Then we must keep that secret to ourselves and mix freely with our sisters until they have reached whatever goal they are being drawn towards” Senior student Barbie ordered, and the four junior girls nodded in agreement.

Barbie carefully picked her way through the tripping hazard presented by the tent pegs and guy wires supporting the neat rows of tents towards Sister B’s set slightly away from the rest. It was quite obvious from the moans, groans, sighs and soft cries of pleasure what most of the tent occupants were up too.

Slipping into the silent tent, Barbie moved quietly around the edge, seeking her own small bedroll.

Suddenly powerful hands reached up and pulled her down, rolling her over and pinning her smaller body with its larger and more powerful one. Before she could make a sound her wrists were drawn up and out, pinioned by leather thongs. A heaving oiled chest blocked her mouth, and it was then Barbie stopped struggling.

Only one female among them had a scar from a gladiatorial arena’s opponent’s trident on her left breast areola. Her new captor had to be the survivor of one hundred ancient Roman gladiatorial combats, Sister B.

Next her ankles were pulled out tight and likewise restrained with leather thongs. And a groan escaped her dry lips as another powerful arm slid in under her lower back, stretching her even tighter than before and slipping a heavy leather saddlebag to keep her stretched, vulnerable and ready for her captors pleasure.

Barbie’s nostrils were assailed by a powerful scent she had longed to again be under the influence off. It was the sexually stimulating concoction kept in huge stone jars around the shallow dry leather lined pleasure pool under the main schools great iron framed windowed arboretum. Sister B must have stolen a measure of it, against Sister A’s strict rule that it was too dangerous to be allowed beyond the schools walls. Barbie felt her own melon breasts beginning to tingle were Sister B’s own sex oiled skin had brushed against her, and felt the descent into inhibition less sexual desire starting to flood her brain even from the little she had ingested when Sister B'’ breast had covered her pouty lips.

Sharp pain radiated from first her left, then her right nipple, she looked down to find a pincher clamp applied to each, trickles of blood slipping down each of her firm mounds.

A gasp came as another sharp pain radiated from her damp sex as one was applied to her protruding swollen clouris. One again within twenty-four hours a multi leather thong flogger was marched painfully up and down her overall tanned body, but this time she welcomed each fine leather strips caress.

“More pain” She at first whispered then later begged.

Sister B had taught young females how to reach sexual frenzy under her carefully induced pain for centuries and knew, self repairing Barbie could be taken far beyond what would permanently damage or even kill anyone else. First hot wax, then the touch of the candle flame heating already present nipples and cloris rings. A heavier whip, alternating, rapping itself around Barbie’s hips and upper trunk as the subject rushed to a body devouring orgasm.

And when Barbie’s body surrendered to the sexual peak that caused her body to tremble as if in a seizure, Sister B knelt down and lapped up the powerfully addictive female juice only Barbie’s genetically altered body produced. It had been designed to entrap Alpha males, and Barbie’s consciousness, semi detached from the incredible waves of pleasure drowning its thought processes, wondered of its effect on Sister B.

But as Barbie’s outstretched arms felt Sister B’s knees over them, and then her chin rubbing against her lower tummy. Knowing it was her turn to give as well as she had taken. As her experienced tong reached out to caresses her current mistresses sex, two more voices were joined to those already filling the starless night with sound of females enjoying the attentions of their fellow females.

Arrival, but were?

The next morning, {actually it was about noon by the time those party girls got their act together} they broke camp and started on what Sister B told them was the last day of their journey. The four Arabic girls who had slept quite soundly {and alone in their sleeping bags} had fed everybody and poured literally gallons of hot coffee into every sleepy eyed face that managed to drag themselves anywhere near their cooking fires.

But two did go and roll their favorite senior Barbie out of hers. Sitting her up they held their hands over their mouths at the site of the leather thongs that had dug themselves onto her wrists and ankles. Then one was sent for the other two to bring food, coffee and hot water. They carefully worked over her body giving it a sponge bath, especially the whip marks and red splotches from the hot wax that covered her front.

By this time Barbie was starting to come out of the sexual haze leftover from the night before to find her four junior students cooks working over her, eyes filled with tears.

“It is alright” She whispered, but they were still distressed over the abuse that had been inflicted on her body, and risked everything when they glowered at Sister B when she rolled out of her own sleeping bag and inquired of her own coffee. Sister B, puzzled at their show of anger, surprisingly, simply dressed and walked off to find her own food as her current body servant was one of the Arabic girls attending on Barbie.

“ I am self healing” whispered Barbie. Revealing to these few a secret almost no one except for her fellow subjects of the Dark One, were aware of. She concentrated and the whip marks faded, the angry red marks were the leather thongs had cut into her skin faded to pink, and the splotches from the too hot wax drippings completely disappeared. But as last night was the second time in two days she had been tortured, near exhaustion almost overwhelmed her consciousness.

“How?”

“Why?’

“Can you teach us?”

“Where did you get the medallion you wear around your neck?” Elisha inquired.

“From the one who saw the Camel try to bight me and wanted her son could be my husband” Barbie softly replied. “That one has neither husband nor any family” Chiba, one of the Arabic girls who actually grew up in this part of Saudi Arabia, informed them. “She just appeared one day and within a moon the elder women were calling on her for advice and potions”

And finally, “You are not real” From Elisha as she looked at Barbie’s palm.

“I am a clone of my mother and my mind contains both my mothers and fathers lifetime of experiences, education and memories” Whispered Barbie to the four encircling Arabic girls.

“Your lifeline has no end” Reiterated Elisha, dropping Barbie’s palm as a look of horror crossed her face, it swiftly spreading to the faces of others. “Mother Earth will never claim you back to her bosom”

“Yes the creative process that spawned me inadvertently created a self repairing life form” Barbie whispered. “But you must swear never tell anyone”

“We swear never to reveal to others the horror of eternal life you have been sentenced to” They replied. “Who else knows?” Elisha an obviously worried earth child inquired.

“Only my soul mate Cindy and our triumvirates leader Becky Sue” Barbie replied as the four helped her to dress and get her baggage camels and riding camels packed up.

By the time Barbie had taken her place beside Sister B, she was in not too bad shape considering what she had been put through lately. And when Sister B inquired the reason the four were so solicitous of Barbie’s condition. Replied they just had grown to look forward to working with her preparing the meals. And they were distressed to find her not there this morning for the very first time since the trip had started.

This appeared to sooth the obviously tired and distracted Sister B and she signaled for the caravan to be off.

No sooner had they strung out in a semi cohesive line than alarm was raised by two of Barbie’s Arabic girls who had stationed themselves on their camels a hundred yards to the caravans left and right front and just crested a low ridge ahead.

“Look behind, a great sandstorm is rushing down to engulf us,” They cried out. A few girls, Malibu Barbie included turned their white burnoose wrapped heads to look to the caravan’s rear. A few miles away and swiftly approaching was a solid black, lightning battered horizon to horizon spanning wall of windstorm raised sand.

The Arabic girls worked their way down the caravan, tying each camel rider into her saddle and each camel to both its riders and the ones in front. They had just completed their self appointed task when the leading elements of the hard driven sand wall hit them, lifting two clear out of their saddles and hurling them before it as chaff.

“Barbie wailed as she saw two of her lower classmates frantically struggling bodies sweep past her, and cutting herself and her camel free of Sister B’s whipped it after the two soon disappeared bodies.

As her camel crested the ridge from where the lost two had looked back at the caravan, spotting the oncoming wall of death just in time. She saw the ridge aerodynamics cut the uplifting wind out from under the two and drop them into the sand. Barbie drove her camel frantically over to where they lay and forcing her camel to kneel as a windbreak, reached out and dragged the two up beside it with her. Wrapping the loose end of their headdress’s around each of their unconscious limp heads. Barbie unhooked her water bottle and reaching out dragged them closer. Then the full force of the sandstorm hit, driving the course sand up and over the camel burying them completely.

Rescue?

As if in a dream Barbie felt the pain of sharp hunting bird like talons grab into her right hip and shoulder. Pulling her up out of the engulfing sand and lifting aloft. Then letting go into a free fall that ended with a jarring impact into a soft sandy lope, sliding and then bumping hard into unyielding rock., bringing pain and unconsciousness.

An unknown time later Barbie felt the course strong hand of a male on her left ankle, but her head was swimming and instructions to pull it out of reach, from her brain to her body, for some reason did not arrive. She next heard the tinkling water of a fountain, but when she tried to move, again nothing happened.

Someone pressed something soft and eatable between her parched lips followed by sips of water.

Strange voices came to her ears, she opened them a tiny slit to see a couple of yards away, a nude female winged gargoyle whipping the grossly misshapen hairy back of an almost troglodyte appearing hairy male.

“Filthy male beast” It yelled. “What do you think you are going to do to the bodies of those dead young females I caught you pawing with your dirty hands?” It continued raining blows of its whip on the supplicant male creature’s back, finally giving up in obvious disgust. “I should have let you die with all the rest I found here when I arrived to take it as my new home” It went on, emphasizing each word with a cruel whip stroke. It then threw the whip at its victim, and with a flap of its black leather wings lifted off. The target of her whip shambled off out of sight into the darkness and she head the sound of stone grinding on stone, as she lost consciousnesses again.

Horror stalks its Prize

Barbie’s consciousness stirred, but could not move a muscle, she lay their unable to even open her eyes, realizing her body was in self repair mode. Shutting down, or reducing to bare minimum unnecessary systems and body functions as it moved body fat and skin cells from storage in her breasts and bum cheeks to replace those in damaged areas. Involuntary heart and lung functions, body heat and all voluntary movement sharply reduced.

Again an odor, this time of Murr came to her nostrils. She heard the sharp sounds of claws scraping across hard stone as someone or something approached. Then a razor sharp clawed talon gripped her right breast, tips piercing cloth and skin.

“It is unfortunate the prize I had planned all this just to entrap died before I could acquire it” An inhuman, but still female timbered voice said to itself. “All the planning and work to have my own immortal little self repairing sex toy to torture, abuse and play with down through eternity” It let out a great sigh. “ Lost in probably the first sandstorm to sweep across my domain in centuries” Then the claw withdrew and she heard the talon feet move away, a flap of leathery wings and then silence.

Barbie law shivering, terrified more than ever before in her life. All the planning and scheming to draw Sister B and her Sapphic students to this unworldly desert site by that sadistic female gargoyle just to acquire her body as an immortal sex toy. Knowing Barbie would be brought along as a portable reference library meant the monster had a traitor inside her school. This even more added to Barbie’s feeling of terror. Even safely surviving the trip and safely returning to her school, would not get Barbie out from under her scrutiny. Then she realized the medallion around her neck had been vibrating all the while the creature had been close, as if it was some sort of silent alarm.

Sometime later Barbie was able to open her eyes and gazing around in the oil lamp lit cavern discerned other white enshrouded bodies on woven straw pallets nearby. With great effort she managed to slowly pull herself across the distance to the nearest.

It was Elisha, and at first Barbie thought her already dead. Raw wounds from the gargoyles clawed feet seeped blood into her shredded white Arabic covering at shoulder and hip. But upon closer examination her wind driven sand reddened face’s eyelids were fluttering and shallow breaths came and went through her nostrils.

Barbie was transfixed by her looming death. This one had risked everything by continuing to work on what she thought was a badly abused Barbie, ignoring her assigned duties as Sister B’s body servant. Her body froze as two other minds argued inside her brain, or was it a replay of an argument they had had shortly after she was created.

“A transfusion, no mater how small should also transmit the repair systems that were inadvertently produced in our cloning process” A male voice said.

“Do you mean our daughter Barbie will be practically immortal” A female voice inquired, her voice showing her anger was growing.

“I believe so, as the broken wrist from that fall of a horse yesterday has already healed completely” The male voice quietly replied to an increasingly agitated female he was trying to placate.

“I do not want my daughter kept in some government lab as a source of immortality for the rich and powerful of this world” The female voice ordered. “We must tie the inadvertently created biologically maintenance nanites to her subconscious so that the transference of functioning units will only occur if she wills it”

“Yes dear” The male voice replied.

“And make sure any transferred are both short lived and none reproducing” The female voice ordered.

“You never told Mom the first successful clone, now our elder sister Betty was also immortal, did you Dad” Barbie thought to herself as the voices faded. Barbie lifted herself up and placing her tired body over Elisha’s scratched at the scabs over her own shoulder damage until her blood started to drip again. “Go” her mind thought, and Barbie felt tingling sensation in her opened wound as her blood dripped into the similar still open wound on Elisha’s shoulder.

Barbie rolled off her and pulled herself to the other three, again at each, attempting to temporarily share her self-repairing blood. Still not really knowing if her half awake mind was playing tricks with her, she was half way back to her own pallet, when she heard the sound of rock grinding on rock and simply collapsed where she was.

The musty scent of damp animal fur came to Barbie’s nostrils. The last time it had been from her soul mate Cindy in her wolfen shape after she had returned from a “Night hunt” that she informed a surprised Barbie.

“Hunting what?” Barbie was almost afraid to ask. “Fresh meat” The answer she could really have done quite well not hearing came even through the palms pressed up against her ears. And Sister Monette wondered why Barbie became a vegetarian for over a month after that revelation.

That dank animal smell came to her again and as a very powerful arm raised her gently up and carried her back to her pallet. A quick glance through slit eyes showed the great hairy feet and legs of the one easily moving her with one hand back to her pallet and gently setting her down on it.

She saw him kneel at each white shape, pouring a little water from a gourd into each one’s mouth, and a placing into each girl’s mouth, a little something else from another. Barbie drifted off to sleep after he gently fed and watered her a few minutes later.

Again someone’s hand touched her, but this time a lightning fast right hand flew up and grabbed the trespasser’s wrist.

“Ouch?” An Arabic female’s voice yelped. “Let go, it just Elisha”

Barbie did as she requested and rolled over to find the four Arabic girls arranged in a circle around her.

“Well we survived the sandstorm,” One said. “But do you have any idea how or why we ended up in this cave” Another inquired.

“I think I saw a caveman feeding and watering you lot” Barbie added, to the wide eyed disbelief of the four girls.

“Whatever he did has almost healed strange scars at out shoulder and hip as if some great bird carried us aloft” Elisha replied. “As if we had acquired you bodies healing abilities” She added, her eyes narrowing.

“Not unless you all are products of my late parents cloning” Barbie lied.

The sound of rock grinding on rock froze the five girls in mid sentence. And then Barbie’s vision came shambling into view. The cave man froze in his tracks when he spotted the girls standing in a clump were they left them lying down.

The four Arabic girls scampered off, but there was really no place to go, and just tried to stay out of his reach. But after a hesitation, the hairy male came forward, but shambling down on his hands and knees slowly towards Barbie, and then knelt, head down in front of her.

Barbie’s medallion felt white-hot where it lay between her firm breasts, Barbie’s left hand slipped inside her torn outfit to grasp it as his Cro-Magnon head bent down towards her.

Barbie instinctively reached out and rubbed the impossibly old male creature’s head. “Good boy” She said, the heat from the medallion gone and she felt his entire body tremble.

His head came up and Barbie saw his eyes alive with purpose. He then shambled off, looking back to see if the five shapes in white were following, then continued into the gloom of a passageway. The girls timidly followed as he led them through a virtual maze of rock hewn rooms and passages, finally stopping short of the daylight streaming through a partially sand filled opening a dozen feet away.

The girls scrambled into the blazing sunlight to find themselves just below an outcropping of reddish rock. Facing them across a hundred yards of hard red sand was a gigantic bolder or maybe meteorite of shiny black rock.

“Were are we?” One inquired.

“I suppose were Sister B had intended we travel too” Barbie replied. “There are a great many tracks leading from our left into the great crack over there”

So off the girls went trudging in their white robes across the hard packed sand eventually reaching a spot just besides the rough opening. And sure enough the ground was broken up by the passage recently of a great deal of camels.

“We are leaving a track all the way back to where he is hiding” One of the girls noted.

Lead by Barbie of course, they crept through the opening and the four Arabic girls in a line behind. Elisha, at the end of the file, stopped, just as she was about to enter, turned and with a twist of her right hand, fingers splayed upright towards their tracks, followed the others inside.

The little swirling dust devil slipped from around the near side of the rocks they had squirmed out of, and set about erasing any sign of their passage.

“You are not the only one with a secret heritage dear Barbie” She thought to herself and turned to catch up with the rest.

They gingerly followed the rough stone passageway as it curved sharply first to the left and then the right. Finally depositing them into a hidden garden of wonders.

Buildings as those at Petra were carved into the outer walls of the apparently hollow rock. Palm trees and flowering bushes in huge pots set in-between. A paved surface leading to a great round pool fed by a fountain at its center lay a hundred feet away, double rows of surrounding columns supported colorful shading silk hangings. And further beyond on either side, fruit trees in pots were lined up across the interior floor space.

But the only sound was from the tinkling of the fountain.