| MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 18 ] Sister E watched the performance on the television; it had been channelled into all the dormitories of the school and so was watched by all of the school. She shook her head, it was a pity that Margaret wouldn’t be staying, her dancing, although slightly raw, had been exciting as well as excellent. No doubt Hildegard would have a few points to give Margaret tomorrow, but at the moment it was a time for sleeping. ---- Margaret awoke during the night, she felt herself sandwiched between two warm bodies, she smiled, it reminded her of the time she had slipped into her parents bed, she was so safe there, so loved . . . then she remembered that her parents were now dead, killed by the man who wanted her! Tears started to flow down her face. ‘Margaret don’t cry, I’ve lost my whole world, but I’ve still got you and Maggie now!’ Mahut’s voice sounded in her head. ‘Oh! So I’m Maggie now am I? Where’s my pacifier then!’ the other Margaret said, but there was warmth in her tone. ‘Hush child, now is the time to sleep!’ Mahut said and started to sing a tune which acted as a lullaby, the voice of the other Margaret went silent and soon, with Mahut’s voice singing away Margaret fell asleep. ---- The sound of laughter woke Margaret up, Sinister and Dexter were having an unsuccessful pillow fight, as they didn’t seem to hit each other but managed to dodge where the pillow was destined to land. As Margaret moved both girls ceased their play and turned to her, “Good Morning, Margaret, Mahut and Margaret, there’s enough time for a show before breakfast!” They pulled her to her feet and into the bathroom where Sinister passed out the bars of soap. Once under the spray the twins started to work on Margaret, seemingly finding every crevasse and fold in her body, making her giggle with their attention. Once they had finished with her Dexter started working on Sinister, Margaret realised what to do and started to work with her, after that the attention changed to Dexter’s body, with Sinister helping. The sounds of their giggles could be heard outside the room. Finally the three girls finished and dried each other off. They then ran to the dining hall. As the three girls entered everybody already there stood up and applauded. Margaret looked at the two girls holding her hands. “But why?” She began but Dexter placed a finger on Margaret’s lips reminding her to be quiet in the hall. A teacher came up to the girls, “That was an interesting dance you did last night, I was very impressed. I would make a few suggestions when Sister E has finished talking with you! My name is Mistress Hildegard.” A nudge from Sinister reminded Margaret, “Thank you Mistress Hildegard, but I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” Hildegard looked at Sinister and Dexter and shook her head smiling, “You two didn’t tell her did you?” At their head shaking she continued, “Young girl I would suggest that you beware of these two, they have a fondness for practical jokes. Your dancing yesterday was shown throughout the school. You are a very good dancer, not great yet, but still very good!” She smiled again at the girls and then allowed them to go to their table. Margaret glared at the two girls who both gave a small smile and shrugged their shoulders. “It was very good you know!” Dexter managed to say quietly. Which made Margaret smile at her friends. It was difficult to be angry with them. They sat down at the table; a server came up and gave Margaret a genuine smile as she placed the girl’s breakfast before them. It was a cooked breakfast and the plate had been carefully arranged with two eggs, mushrooms and rashers of bacon giving a smiley face effect for the girls. Margaret giggled at the sight and was quickly silenced by Dexter, who glanced around to see if any of the teachers were approaching. She caught Mistress Rachael’s eyes who gave a smile and then nodded. She quietly sighed they had escaped another punishment. Margaret looked to Emily’s place - there was the bottle of water, full, and her plate with two slices of dry bread. Emily was seated, looking at the plate. Beside her Danielle was eating her breakfast, she stopped and poured a little of the water into a glass for Emily who just looked dumbly at her friend. Emily reluctantly picked up one slice of bread and took a bite of it, she then picked up the glass and took a sip of the water. This allowed her to swallow the morsel, She looked at Danielle with a look of pleading in her eyes, but Danielle shook her head and then took the bread and handed it to Emily. ‘It’s going to be a long breakfast for Emily today’ Margaret thought to herself. ‘Yes but when the week is over will she remember what led her to this?’ Mahut’s voice sounded within her. ‘I’m sure I would, and I wouldn’t want to repeat it!’ Maggie’s laughing voice said. And the three girls (albeit in one brain laughed together) “What is the meaning of this mirth?” A teacher had approached the table and was glaring at Margaret, who she realised had laughed out loud and began to panic. “I must apologise Priestess, it was a thought that had intruded on our minds, I’m sorry to have cause offence!” Mahut spoke for the three of them. The woman frowned, “What is your name child?” she asked. “I am Mahut. Handmaiden to Ra of the temple of Kom Ombo!” Mahut answered automatically. “What nonsense are you telling me? For that you will . . .” The teacher started to say but a bleeping sound at her waist turned her attention to a small machine there. She pulled it out and read a message on the screen. “Oh, I see . . . well please be quiet in future child. And Sister E would see you after breakfast, she will be in the garden of thoughts, I’m sure Sinister and Dexter will show you where that is.” “Thank you Priestess, I will try not to disturb anyone again.” Mahut said bowing her head. The teacher looked again at the girls seated at the table and moved on. Sinister and Dexter glanced at each other - normally this offence would mean an early visit to the punishment pit! How they had escaped surprised them. They quickly finished off their breakfast and sat awaiting permission to leave the hall. It was the same teacher who walked over and checked that they had eaten everything before nodding her head. The three walked out of the hall, Margaret looked back to where a sobbing Emily had just finished her bread and was taking a sip of the water, before carefully pouring the remainder of the glass into the bottle, Margaret was sure she’d husband that bottle carefully today. ---- The three ran from the dining hall taking a different path than the previous day, they didn’t head for the large house that was Sister E’s living accommodation but instead towards a compound where, to Margaret’s surprise there was no garden of flowers, just sand and stones. The sand was raked into lines that seemed to follow the shape of the stones. There were stone benches around the area and Sister E was sitting on one, just looking at the patterns in the sand. The three girls stopped at the sight of their mistress and then Margaret found herself being pulled down to her familiar kneeling position - her head down on the ground before her mistress. Sister E was lost in her thoughts for a moment. The air here was still, warm and moist, her eyes followed the pattern of the sand, following its course on the ground. The noise of the girls arriving had registered in her mind and she slowly pulled herself back. She had to find out more about this Ashref person, she’d already sent a message to Egypt but it would take several days before she would get an answer, even with the network that she was dealing with. She looked at the three girls before her, she smiled remembering the dance last night and she had monitored the dining hall this morning, the flow of features on Margaret’s face had betrayed her thoughts, She should have allowed Francesca to have detailed the girls for punishment, but as Margaret was now talking with her ‘sisters’ instead of fighting it wasn’t time to enforce rules – although this was a first at the school. “Rise girls. Now I would talk to Margaret for the morning. I think you two should continue your studies in the library . . . please return at lunch time. Dexter and Sinister bowed to Sister E and left the garden. Sister E pulled Margaret to one of the benches and sat down with her. Margaret expected the stone to be cold, but found it to be surprisingly warm to her skin. Sister E smiled at her. “Now Margaret I would like to hear more about your training.” Sister E said to her. But Margaret shook her head. “I am sorry mistress, but after my ‘sisters’ were placed into my mind I hid, it wasn’t until my next master, Richard, had control of my body that I started to fight back.” In Margaret’s mind a small voice spoke, and Margaret took a mental step back. “Mistress, I am the one who was to replace Margaret, I will be able to tell you if you want. If you please Mahut calls me Maggie.” Sister E nodded. “Hello Maggie, I would be happy to listen to you, if you have a problem at any time, just stop.” “Priestess, I would also help Maggie if you wish?” Mahut spoke using the girl’s mouth. Sister E nodded her agreement and then started a recorder as Maggie spoke. ---- There was a feeling of fullness in Maggie’s bowels and a weight on her back, she took a worried look behind her to find the bloated form of Ashref was lying on her as he pushed his cock deep into her ass. “By holy Isis, she could be a treasure for ransom indeed.” Ashref panted as he erupted inside her. Roger was standing in front of the pair watching the face of the girl 435 – Even though the target, Margaret, had vanished while the personality of the control girl was trying to find her, the copy had taken control of the body. This was more like the type of slave to be broken. She screamed against the dildos as they were inserted into her body. Cried, as he and Ashref had played with her body. And then the look in her eyes as she was sodomised by Ashref! Now this drone could be returned to the main hall with the others, adding to their hopelessness. The loss of the original girl was troublesome, but then Roger realised that as long as her name was never used she could remain lost forever, once handed over to this Richard she would no longer be his problem. The controlling mind had also been changed slightly, enough so that she would help the newly moulded mind to survive and learn the skills that were taught to the slaves. The fiction of only one slave surviving was the breakthrough that occurred early in his career. After a few weeks of the pacifiers and repeats of the message the drones would do anything to be the survivor, and so the group would be split into half one night when they were asleep, Then he would visit each group and declare that the missing ones had failed and were no more. Another week and the two groups would become 4 and so on until there was only a pair of drones in the 5 rooms. The rooms would be divided so that the pair could glare at each other while their training continued. Cooking meal and exercises, either Ballet or gymnastics it was Roger’s choice as to which one was given. But that was in the future. Roger smiled at Ashref as he withdrew his cock from the ass of 435 and then moved to the girl’s mouth and pushed his cock inside. “You know my friend if I was younger I would have taken this one instead, but my sons, Oh Allah, my sons, wouldn’t obey me if I allowed them the pleasure of female flesh. Even now I have to keep their sisters in chastity belts away in the seraglio.” Ashref laughed at that. “I have to threaten them with being eunuchs if they do not take care.” Roger laughed with him as he strapped 435 to the bench and then moved it to her pacifier, the look on her face as she saw how the other children were being treated made her start to beg, “Please sir . . . don’t . . . I . . . no . . . please . . . no!” but the oral dildo was already in place and had moved itself into her mouth. Then Roger positioned the remaining dildos and watched the girls’ eyes as they forced their way into her body. She tried to arch her back to prevent the anal dildos entry but of course being so restrained she couldn’t really move . . . It was here that she caused a slight injury to her back, an injury that wouldn’t be treated until she arrived at the school. “Now Ashref, you’ve proven that the implants work, I’ll arrange for your drone to be marked and trained as you want him.” I’ll let you know when he’s going to be available.” Was the last that Maggie heard before the pumping of the dildos started to work on her brain. ---- The children were kept in the benches being raped for two weeks. Because of the nourishment they received they remained relativity healthy although their minds had been reduced to little more than animal reactions. Over the time the oral dildos gradually went deeper into their mouths, ridding them of the gag reflex due to usage. Roger would also appear at times sampling the children in any way that he liked, he delighted in degrading the children and would often urinate over their bodies or into their mouths and making them drink it down, any child that dared to choke would find their nourishment feed replaced! Then at times the lights would go out, always at odd occasions so that none of the children could judge the actual time of the day – they had no days, just periods of light and dark. During this time they also suffered by listening to the repetition of the words they had learnt the first day – ‘Another slave is your executioner, only one slave can serve a master, better you than them! If you see a slave they are there to take your place, remove them. Kill them. Kill!’ ---- One day there was a difference, it wasn’t noticed at first but then they realised that some of the benches were empty. In their state it was just a justified point. They had survived! They were stronger than those losers! They had a pride, even though they were still being violated by the machines, it gave them a certain hope that they would survive. - Except this was also repeated in a duplicate chamber with those who’d been removed, they also believed that the others had lost. After another week this happened again. Then one day when the children awoke they were no longer on the benches but on the floor of the torture room with one other – the fact that some of them were with those believed to be killed didn’t register on their minds. They were in a room with one other – one who would need to be eliminated so that they could live! (Although the benches were still in the rooms and the children would be ordered to strap themselves in before Roger raped them again.) The children, in all the rooms, got to their feet, those who were up first rushed to the other child in order to attack and kill them before they rose! But found that a screen stopped them! They glared at each other in their hatred, former friendships forgotten in their primeval instinct to survive. Now Roger was busy. He made the pairs contest their skills by passing lessons in cookery, for the girls, the boys had to learn how to iron and do needlework. In each room he assigned one child to learn Ballet the other was given gymnastics. He noticed that 435 was slightly slow in her reactions, he noticed a bruise on her leg as so attributed it to that, her back injury was ignored as it wasn’t visible, He increased her practise times to bring her up to the same level as the others. Finally after some months the drones were ready for sale, Roger already had their pictures on a certain website, and a list of bidders was already lined up for the eight available drones. – Eight? Well 435 and 439 were already sold. He sent out the invitations and soon the buyers were assembled. Each child was brought out from their chamber separately so that they didn’t see any other drones on their way. The children had been so changed that they meekly followed their trainer from the room. Roger had a prepared speech for each child. It basically said that this was their final test, if they didn’t please the buyers and weren’t brought then they would be killed! This ensured that they tried their best. Allowing the prospective buyers to touch, fondle and, in many cases, try the children. After they had inspected the child the bidding would start. At this time the drone would be locked in a cylinder unable to see or hear the bidding. Once sold the cylinder would fill with gas and the unconscious child would be handed to the buyer, who would leave – Roger insisted on this, only one slave per customer. ---- Maggie looked at the boy slave opposite her, he was sneering at her. “I’m already sold to my master. I know I’m going to live and you’re going to die! Maggie didn’t answer but concentrated on her ballet exercise, the pain in her leg and back seemed to stop her from reaching the points that she should have done, falling backwards when her back gave out and making 439 laugh. He then showed off by doing back-flips and handstands. “My master will enjoy watching me.” He said. Then Roger entered his side of the chamber. He had some metal rods in his hands. “439 go to the bench and strap yourself onto it! Your master requires something for you.” Without questioning the order the boy did as he was told. He laid down on the training bench and fixed his legs, waist and neck in position. He then put his arms to his sides for Roger to strap securely. Roger amused himself while the rods started to heat up by, fucking the boy in the ass. His hands rubbing the boy’s penis as he did so. Although not yet 10 there was a slight stiffness in the organ of the boy. Roger smiled as he saw this; it would make the branding that much easier. Pulling out from the boy Roger quickly pull the iron rods out, checking each one was in the correct order he then placed each one onto the penis of the boy. Who screamed out in agony as he felt the heat, burning through the foreskin and into the helmet of the penis itself. Roger kept the irons on the skin until he noticed the boy had passed out from the pain. He then pulled them away and cooled the burn with water and antiseptic cream - he didn’t want the slave to die before being delivered. He then moved the bench out of the room. Maggie was proud, with the removal of the boy it meant that she was the survivor; she had proved herself to Roger and would be sold to her master. She was thinking this when the gas in the cell knocked her out. |