MEPHISTOPHELIA

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 4 ]

This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should ever be allowed to neither mentally nor physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a little miscreant female she may be.

White Princess meets Black Princess

A week later Isis watched as two raven haired members of her newly assigned class eyed each other up, nose to nose, like a pair of prize fighters. Both girls immediately taking a dislike to each other on site. Even though neither had ever met each other before today. As far as Isis knew, anyway.

One, Sophie she knew was probably, French of possibly Middle Eastern ancestry, the other Mephie, possibly of Welsh extraction. Actually since both had slightly dusky skin as had Isis and her companion Ahnk, with coal black shoulder length hair. All four of them could be considered genetically linked or even disparately fathered sisters or cousins.

Both of them had just been added to the existing twenty two member first year student class. The one Isis had been assigned to as class leader. Just yesterday at the Geneva Airport. Sister A, the schools formidable Head Mistress, had brought her along to the schools private airport lounge. Actually the school headmistress informed Isis on the way there. One of the numbered companies the headmistress controlled is the Geneva airports owner, operator.

This class a replacement, for her original assignment of relatively unschooled Arabic travelling entertainment girls. All of them freely choosing, to remain back in 18th Pharaohs dynasty Egypt. Isis, Ahnk and all those with her, had been drawn back to that time by Earth Mother. In order for them to locate and obtain for her, the mummy of the recently deceased Pharaoh. She had been currently referring to as her husband.

Isis aware this class already included poised and polished Shelly, the beautiful blond heiress of a very wealthy American family with her equally pretty Russian lover Petrina. There was the even wealthier, equally poised and polished Persian princess. Angelique was the sole surviving member of the royal family after a military revolt killed her entire family. Now restored to her throne, by a rising of the countries populace, making the young girl, heir to an entire country. This real little princess, accompanied by a rough and tumble, very formidable, female bodyguard, her own age. Isis was aware; the British heiress, Alice in another first year class had her own bodyguard, as well.

Then there was that dark haired French girl, Natalie. Whose movements were so quite and catlike, she spooked Isis, never mind the rest of her class. That she was the acolyte of Sister A’s Valkyrie warrior group leader, Mavis, known only to Isis.

Not one of them was causing her, any problems, so far. Actually the American heiress had already displayed her skills as a natural born leader; As Isis had been created and trained to be, by Earthmother. Isis offering and Shelly accepting, the second class leader position. That it also extended to her companion, Petrina. Who dogged her every step, and was always found just a step behind and beside her right hand was a given.

The schools unwritten habit of considering naturally paired girls as one. Ahnk, subservient to Isis, was seen as being part of her. As was the relationships of Petrina to Shelly, Flame to Nuage, the very talented writers Mary Ann and Mitzui, The Silent one to Pet and even Melissa to Foundling. It mattered not if one would eventually inherit great wealth, as no one of them could access any of it while at the school anyway.

Sometimes this view was hard to explain to single girls. None of the current accepted pairings exhibited Sapphic tendencies, at least openly. But they were accepted simply as inseparable best friends. And trained by their school, for the next three years, to act as a tag team pair of willing sex slaves.

The bus had transported her new charges from the Geneva airport yesterday evening. Afterwards, it had taken Isis two hours to get them all to exchange the clothes they had arrived in. For the required schoolgirl attire of white blouse, dark blue wrap around skirt, white knee socks and black saddle shoes. The schools requirement of their students not wearing any underwear, being the first of many new experiences. They had to be convinced to accept.

And another hour to get them to carry everything they had arrived with, outback and toss it into the great log fire burning in the fire pit set between the school and the sports field.

Many had arrived in only mass produced basic attire. But Isis knew what Angelique, Shelly and Natalie had tossed in. Were top echelon designer togs, worth thousands. If the new students had passports of their own, and most all new students did not, they remained in Sister A’s possession. Watches, jewellery, personal electronic gear and cell phones. If any had acquired them, and most had not. Were left behind from wherever they had come from. Or stripped from them, by metal detector carrying school guards as they exited the airport lounge.

The schools PDA’s would be waiting for them on top of their sleeping cages when they returned to their dormitory in an hour. Getting them to accept they would be sleeping nude, locked up in one for the next three years was going to be Isis and Ankh’s next hurdle to get the class over. Never mind teaching them the PDA’s basics.

Just Deal With It

“Whatever you were before you arrived is no more.” Isis and Ahnk had repeatedly explained to her class as they stood around the bonfire made from whole tree trunks. A requirement, since it contained girls speaking just about every one of the worlds languages.” Tossing it all in the fire symbolizes your beginning of a new life as a student of this school.” The fact they were now sex slaves under Sister A’s thumb for the next three years, with standard finishing school classroom subjects alternating with sex slave instruction. Isis kept back for a future talk.

Each and every graduate was given a Swiss passport on graduation. How the headmistress managed this, As Switzerland was known for being very parsimonious with citizenship. Had always puzzled her graduate students. But, as with much about her and her school, Sister A kept that to her self. And no one had ever discovered anything about either. Sister A not wished them too. Isis as her future aid-de-comp, was made aware of everything the headmistress knew about her class. Which in most cases was nothing more than where they had been recruited from.

That was Ahnk came in. Her Foundling skill was information acquisition. If she touched someone, their entire life experiences, from their perspective, flowed into her mind. It was noted by many; Ahnk rarely touched or allowed herself to come into physical contact with her fellows. Most assumed she was just insular, as Pets associate the “Silent One.” But in both girls cases, avoiding knowing of a person’s horrific history, was Ankh’s reason. And learning when a person would die, was Pets buddies burden..

Observe, Learn And Hopefully Avoid

“Both of you follow me, right now.” Isis instructed the two adversarial girls. And when she was ignored, slipped the human hair quirt off the latch on her waist belt and delivered a quick stroke onto each girls school skirt covered bum cheeks.

OOOOWWW!!!! Cries from both girls’ mouths as they turned to face her.

“I warned you two, along with the rest of your classmates.” Isis informed them. Pointing at the two with her whip. “I was given this whip, and the right to use it on my fellow students. In compensation for having to put up with you lot of miscreant sackers for three years.’

Isis being fully aware, the act of actually using the whip on one of them. Instead of Isis endlessly repeating her warning to do so. In the dozen languages her charges spoke. Was not missed by the rest of the class standing around them. Up here in their first year dorm, under the eaves of their schools Dutch style roof..

Isis walked out of the dorm into the central hallway. Heading for the central main stairway. . Not even glancing back to see if they followed. But as she descended, the sounds made by twenty four pairs of soft rubber soled shoes, came to her ears.

Once on the main floor, Isis walked directly towards the high expanse of the schools entranceway. Five stories above, hanging in an iron framed glass dome, was the gigantic iron chandelier.

“In three years time you will each climb out onto the chandelier to hang your graduation gold coin among those who graduated before you.” Isis informed her fellows. As she pointed upwards. “Signifying your lifelong membership in the society of graduate students.”

“You will then at least be allowed to leave.” Isis said to herself. “While Ahnk and I remain as the headmistresses go for flunkies.”

Turning to her class, in its tightly packed mob of terrified first year students. directly behind her, instructed. “Stand up, right against the far wall. And observe the fate of those who earn our headmistresses displeasure by fighting among ourselves.”

It was now seven pm, time for changing over the ones who were currently assigned to keep this area immediately outside the schools headmistresses’ office, in pristine condition.

Down the hallway from the infirmary where they we kept crammed into a cage meant for one, during the off shift rotation. Walked the tableau Isis had brought her class to observe and hopefully learn from. This hallway formed by the outer wall of the cathedral that became their dining hall on one side and the newly rebuilt gym complex on the other side connected the front and back two story Victorian brick built ranges of the school.

One guard lead, by the dog leash in his hand to a choke collar around the neck of one girl walking slowly behind him. Another walking behind the pair held a leash attached to the other girls neck. Behind them all came two naked girls in cafeteria duty full frontal aprons and chains,, each carrying two stainless steel bows on a tray.

The central pair of this passing group composed of a naked dark haired girl connected to a similar sized blond haired girl. Each miscreant attached to the other by leather cuffs and short chains at ankle, just below the knee, waist, neck, wrist, just above the elbow and shoulder. Requiring the pair to learn cooperation of their minds and bodies in everything they were required to do. As one three armed two headed, three legged being.

The gasps and muffed sounds of shock and surprise coming from behind her. Bringing a tight, mirthless smirk to Isis face. Being naked in front of their peers was something these first year students would get used two. Starting tonight at lights out. But hopefully never the way these four were.

The group moved to the area just inside the main entrance doorway. Their another pair, identically bound into acting as a single body with two heads, three arms and three legs awaited them.

“The two already at their station are Foundling and Pet. While the two being brought up for their twelve hour shift are Foundlings companion Melissa and Pets associate known as the silent one.” Isis informed her charges.

“Twelve hours on, twelve hours off, in perpetual rotation.” Isis continued to instruct.” For as long as Sister A deems it necessary.’

As they watched the unfolding drama. The two carrying the trays set them down on the floor side by side. The two girls already on station exited from the telephone booth sized notch in the wall across the entrance way from their head mistresses office door. And on stumbling wobbly feet, moved towards where the food and water trays lay on the floor.

The escorting guards released the twined relief crew who themselves moved on equally wobbly stumbling, still learning coordinated legs towards the two trays on the floor.

Just as both pair began to kneel down towards the food. The newly arrived pair stumbled forward. outer hands coming up and forward to stop their fall. But the twined, middle third arm came down too far forward. As both Pet and the silent one suddenly turned their heads to look towards Isis’s class. Causing the middle joined arm to land right onto both trays. Sending them and their content crashing about, spilling out all over the highly polished floor of the entranceway.

“NOOOOO!!!!!!” Wailed from all four of the bound girls mouths as their only food since the last changeover twelve hours ago lay about them, on the floor.

There would be no more, except water, supplied until the next change over in another twelve hours.

The on site pair struggled to crawl over towards the largest pile of food as the other zeroed in on one closer to them. Both pairs twinned heads struggling with their twined other to determine who ate what when.

Isis’s already compact mob of terrified new students had attempted to blend themselves into the corridor wall, farthest from this new revelation of the strict regime they would be trying to survive under for the next three years of their lives. Tears came unbidden to Isis’s eyes, running down her cheeks. As she watched four of her friends endure the harshest of Sister A’s punishment regimes.

As the twinned ones attempted to eat their spilled food. The guards moved out of their way, but watched them carefully, nevertheless. Each pair silently attempting to at least share access to the mess on the floor their only meal of the shift with the other.

Suddenly, everything got worse. The door leading into the head mistresses office opened, and the schools dreaded headmistress herself walked out and towards the middle of the disaster.

Isis, as she immediately began to assume the position of respectful submission. Held her hands straight out on either side of her body, forming a cross. Indicating, with her down waving hands, for her first year class to do likewise.

“Who is making this racket and disturbing my efforts to get through today’s paperwork?” The black, kid leather nun’s habit wearing apparition inquired.

“Spilled your food allowance, for this changeover, did we?” The headmistress inquired of the two pairs of twined girls now lying flat on the entranceways hardwood floor at her thigh high black leather booted feet.

“I am off for a meeting with Sister Equestrian and Sister Betty, to discuss the new student class arrangements” She informed them. “And my entranceway had better be in pristine condition when I return.” Sister A warned the four miscreant students as she turned and strode off.

“Switch both pairs for disturbing my peace and quiet.” She instructed the guards.

“Isis; dear.” Her voice came to the class leaders ears. “Half of your new class has not assumed the position correctly. See that it does not happen again, or you, .Shelly and your pairings will be joining this highly amusing little entertainment show outside my office door.”

“I hear and obey head mistress.” Isis replied.. The sounds of her high heeled stiletto boots faded away as she walked down the hall.. The wide open eyes of Shelly and her lover kneeling to the right of the first year classes mob. Indicating their shock at the thought of possibly being transformed into a twinned pair. As those poor wretches they had all just been shown had been.

Isis stood, turning around to find the majority of those Sister A had put in charge of, at least down on their knees. Half of those correctly assuming the complete position, with head down and their hands clasped behind their backs. Except the two newest pair. Who had positioned themselves standing defiantly right in front of their peers.

“Back upstairs to our dorm, you lot.” Isis instructed. As she used her flogger waving about them. To successfully herd them back down the main connecting hallway and up two lights of stairs to the under eaves accommodation level. “I remember herding goats like this.” Isis noting to herself.

“She was kidding about chaining us up, wasn’t she?” Ahnk inquired from just behind Isis’s right side.

“Our headmistress does not have a sense of humour. As far as I know.” Isis replied. “And never ever warns you about transgressing her rules more than once.”

Behind them, the two pairs of twinned girls had been hoisted off the floor and manoeuvred over to the wall. Isis had just shooed her class away from. The four guards had them lean forward, hands supporting them off the wall. Then set about alternately switching each pair of twinned girls backs and fronts as the headmistress ordered.

The sounds of their punishment being carried out. As soft female flesh was being struck by newly whetted switches retrieved from a priceless Chinese Ming dynasty urn in the headmistresses office. Following the class as it was herded away.

Why?

Once she had them safely back in the dorm. Isis instructed the troublesome two follow her back out, into the central hallway of the dorm floor.

“Why did you not assume the position of respectful submission as I instructed you?” She inquired of the two Isis had separated from the rest.

“I kneel before no one.” Mephie replied.

“Nor I.” The other added.” All my life, someone as been trying to rape, kill me, or both at the same time.” She informed Isis.

“Me too. The other again added. Both troublemakers turned in surprise towards each other as a knowing smile came to their faces. Was it possible the other was not so different from themselves?.

“I have just escaped from years of imprisonment by one who wished to force me to do as she wished.” Isis informed them.

“Ahnk, my companion, has just managed to escape from a male who kept her confined, bound and abused her for years.”

“Spending your life trusting no one, constantly on the run and never feeling really safe, anywhere. Is something may of your fellow students are very familiar with.”. Both Isis and Ahnk explained.

“That is one of the reasons we form our bodies into the position of respectful subservience in her presence.” Ahnk added.

“It is a position we, her students freely assume in the presence of one who has only our best interests at heart.” Isis informed her two most troublesome of latest charges.

“Yes, we were present at the latest demonstration of her concern for our welfare.” Mephie noted.

“Fighting among ourselves is the greatest of the transgressions against her rules because it harms the body of the sisterhood she has spent centuries creating.” Ahnk said.

“You mean those who held the position of school headmistress before her.” The one known as Sophie replied.

“There has been only one headmistress in the thousands of years our school has existed.” Isis informed the incredulous two.” And you have just met her.”

“I myself graduated from her hidden underground school in Thebes, Egypt during the eighteenth Egyptian pharaoh’s dynasty.” Isis replied. “And the school had existed in Mesopotamia for thousands of years before that.”

“Do not take me for a fool” Mephie replied. “I have spent my life surviving by my wits. As I was moved from place to place, by those who wanted to control me, and thereby my destiny.”

“Your life long experiences to date parallel mine.” The other added.” I do not believe her either.”

“We were in attendance at Ramses’ court when his court sorcerer opened the gold chest adorned with two golden angels. The great pharaoh had removed from the temple in Jerusalem.” Ahnk informed the two incredulous girls. “And watched as he first turned to stone, and then crumbled to dust. That was swept away by a sudden fiery hot gust of wind.”

“Did you look inside?” Meph inquired.

“Or know what became of the chest?” Sophie asked.

“No one would look inside, nor would anyone touch the chest. after that.” Isis replied. “We think it was left in the treasure vault while the great king lived. And was probably buried with him in his tomb.”

“Since most of the royal tombs in the Valley of the kings were looted long ago. We can assume it is lost forever to us.” Ahnk quietly lied. “She was quite aware it lay in the treasure vault underneath the schools main entrance foyer.

“The fate of many of the world’s greatest religious treasures.’ Mephie sadly added.” Was to be melted own for their material worth.” That the circle of power could have controlled it, and through it both of their realms, if it still existed. She kept to herself.

“I am aware that I am not what I appear to be, at first glance.” Mephie noted. “Though who my parents where, nor who I truly am a mystery to me.”

“There are those among your fellow first year students who are not what they first appear, either.” Isis informed the two. “Where we came from, our lives before, or even how we arrived here.” Ahnk explained. “Is no one else’s business. No one will ask, nor have many of your peers ever voluntarily divulged their life prior to arriving here. Actually many graduates consider arriving here as the new being of the rest of their lives.”

“Yes I do feel safer here than I have ever felt anywhere else.” Mephie added. “And for that peace of mind. I will offer my show of respect in the manner set down by those who have come before me.”

“I too will go down on my knees and assume the position of respect for the safe haven and peace of mind, her school provides me with.” Sophie in her turn informed Isis.

“If you two wish.” Isis offered the mysterious problematic pair. “We can form our own little group inside the sisterhood of fellow students and graduates.”

“Works for me.” Mephie replied, holding out her right hand towards the others.

“Works for me too.” Sophie added. As she held her own right hand out.

Ankh’s hand, slipping underneath those of the new arrivals. Their proper place, as informational support, being her function in life.

“Then we four are one.” Isis said as her hands reached out and brought those of her newfound associates together with hers and Ankh’s.

Isis felt her entire body tingle as if she were experiencing a mild electrical shock. Her eyes showing each of the other three were obviously experiencing the same.

She

Half a world away, another felt her entire form tingle. But as her body was moving through the greeting of the rising sun as giver of all life. It automatically continued through the movements it had performed for eons.

Behind her, those far younger females, who were either of her household, or currently under her instruction. Moved their equally unclothed bodies in sync with her every move and gesture.

“The circle is complete.” The adult female known to some as She noted to herself. “Isis, she who can foretell everyone’s future, except her own. With the gold Tarot cards the fallen one gave her, I have in safekeeping. Is forever joined with the princess of light and the princess of darkness Along with Ahnk ,keeper of the books of life, death and all that has been and will be. They are the last ones that required adding to Becky Sue’s circle of power.

Three years from now, they will all be brought together right here. But until then, all are in .the gravest danger.

For those who wished to control these girls, are out there somewhere. Using every means at their disposal and searching frantically for them.

Easing A Troubled Mind

“Did you feel that?” A beautiful blond teenager inquired of her two companions.” It was as if I had just suffered a mild electrical shock.” Both of her companions nodded their heads in agreement.

“It is probably static electricity from the wool carpet.” One of her companions replied. As they walked from the Italian villa into the attached six car garage.

“This is the expatriate American hot rod you mentioned?” The older appearing of the three inquired.

“Yes, this is a completely original Shelby Cobra. It is number ten of the initial dozen hand built ones.” The diminutive reddish blond haired girl replied. As they walked up to the British racing green painted automobile.

“The blueprinted supercharged engine perfectly matched with a seven speed synchromesh transmission to a posi-traction rear end. With all four wheel racing grade brakes.

“Gassed up and ready for the road.” A mechanic in relatively clean coveralls stood holding the drivers door open, added.

“Thank you, George.” The teenage appearing gorgeous blond said as her ruby red lips placed a pecked on his stubble covered cheek.

Un noticed by either of their elder appearing fellows. The two diminutive females were forced to open the passenger side door themselves. And with far less grace, scrambling into the front seat, close the door after them.

A few minutes later, the supped up and completely rebuilt Shelby Cobra racing car in street dress accelerated onto the Italian Autobahn. Passing Lamborghinis and BMW’s with ease.

“What did this little operation set us back?” Cindy inquired of Barbie.

“Just over two million Euros’ for the car, her driving licenses and insurances.” Barbie quietly replied.

Both early teenaged appearing passengers delighted to again hear the sounds of joy. Driving a fast car with an almost endless highway right ahead of her. Issuing from their companion and minder.”

“It was worth every penny.” Barbie whispered to Cindy.” To again see a smile on Becky Sue’s face.”