THE DARK MASTER: FURTHER ADVENTURES OF MALIBUE BARBIE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

Sister A looked out her office window.

Below on the putting green flat front lawn of the school, a “Cheerleader” class was going through their routines. The trainer delivered a swat with her thin bamboo cane to the exposed rear of a cart wheeling form as it failed to complete a continuous roll. In one corner, new assignees were just learning to do the splits. Their short cheerleader skirts, and skintight tops were soaked in sweat. Occasionally one would just fall on her face, exposing her naked rear to a sub instructors thin punishment cane. Unfortunately the thick soundproof windows of the school blocked the delightful sounds produced from Sister A’s ears.

These training classes were the hardest to run as the subjects were from different age groups. Some were experienced, but as future sales and owners requirements decided who was assigned to the class. It was always a tough class to teach. The current instructor had been an American professional cheerleader and must certainly love her new position. She went through more whipping canes than all her predecessors combined.

Sister A returned to her administrative duties. The supply department had informed her forty choice new acquisitions were on the way. That was the problem. Classes were already at forty pupils per and the trainers were not able to give each subject enough class attention as it was now. Yes they enjoyed all those new bodies to abuse, but too many choices were too many to service properly. Maybe if she doubled the torture period lengths and sent twice as many to the slave maintenance crews?

It had not been this much work in the beginning.

Sister A though back to the first time she had met the Dark Lord. Her family had just moved to the great city of Ninavah on the Euphradies River. Her father was a wealthy merchant and the new rulers needed those who could increase the Empires wealth through trade. Her mother had dressed her in new clothes and her parents took her to the just completed Ziggurat in the city center. But instead of climbing the stairs to sacrifice on top, they entered an archway under the main stair and descended into the structure bowels.

They arrived at a sort of underground amphitheater. Here father took her by the hand and lead her to the low stone “T” that was in the center of the floor. He picked her up in his arms and laid her across the T, tying her hands and feet outstretched to the four metal rings in the floor. It will be all-right my darling first-born female said her father.

Sister A remembers the silence of the chamber being interrupted by the rustle of feet. As the rows of seats around her gradually filled up with strange men. When she thought she could not stand the agony of pain emanating from her back, and had lost the feelings in her hands and feet, He appeared in front of her upside down face. Even then he wore that dead black robe.

Welcome to my world of dark pain, he said, or actually she heard in her mind. She looked wide-eyed at him and it was then, when he knew she could hear him in her mind, she became his. Her ears then heard, for the first time, his speech to the gallery, and how bringing their first daughters to the chamber would ensure their victories over the enemies of the empire and there own futures. They all sat mesmerized by his words and from then on would do as he wished.

But first the evenings entertainment. Sister A screamed for hours under his administrations and any male who wished used her body for their sexual pleasures, lead by her own father. Much later, she awoke in some dark side chamber chained spread-out on the floor. Every part of her body was wracked with pain and her tiny sex was the source of most of it. She was terrified when he appeared out of the darkness between her out thrust legs. Do not worry, my darling, I will make it better, she heard in her head. Kneeling down between her out stretched legs his cold hand touched her sex. A warm giddy feeling spread through out her body as the wounds he had inflicted healed.

Your are and always will be mine. Few females can hear me as you do. We have a long future together, but first, I will claim you. He then thrust his huge member into her; again she felt her hymen break under a dominant male thrust. Her organism almost drove her mad, she was hooked. She would do anything for another.

Later she, during another night of abuse she asked him “Why?”

Why I torture females, or why I persuade others to do so? Well After a very long time, it seemed the thing to do to pass the time.

We had a great falling out long ago and I can never go home. So I decided to entertain myself by corrupting half of the population of the planet by having it torture the other half. And then I found I enjoyed it and the pleasure of an organism through rape. You were the first female who could hear my thoughts, and that decided me on training young females to acquire wealth. You will now live as long as I exist and assist me in acquiring females to pleasure me.

Over the next few years, I assisted him abusing the young females, submitted to the Master for torture in the subterranean chambers. But Empires rose and fell. The Assyrians were quickly brought on line and the Egyptians followed shortly after.

Sister A aged until she appeared about twenty and stopped. Accidental wounds healed, she was immune to the diseases and plaques that occasionally swept mankind. And just about anything edible would stay down. The Romans followed the Egyptians. The Masters message became a city wide spectator sport. That was a very busy time and when the blond Sister B was added. She came from a German tribe beyond the Rhine in the time of Agustus Caesar. The masters word found thousands of ears and his power was only just less than of the Emperor. After the fall of the Western Empire we moved to Constantinople, but life became boring and they gradually moved east, until they found Sister C about 1,000 Ad in China. Sister C stayed in the East to spread the word and at the same time Sister B was dispatched to Europe. The Master and Sister A returned to their origins in the Leviathan. The faces and Empire had changed, but the Alpha males came to the Masters dark chambers and were ensnarled. Fresh young females as usual, quickly filled the chambers again.

After the Crusades, we returned to Europe and the Master was in Spain to initiate the Inquisition, his finest hour. After those long years of unbridled entertainment, the Master settled in the German Swiss border area. That is when he started the training School. The Sisters across the world were able to hear their master’s thoughts. They if required hid behind males posing as husbands. To organize the acquisition of young nubile females. Choice young females were acquired from both war torn and peaceful countries. Young females captured in raids on the enemy. Or bought from their parents, was a commodity that could be turned into cash to buy weapons, drugs or land.

They flowed through the master’s ships and trading caravan ending up at the School. Fully trained females were then sold or given as gifts to powerful males to ensure their co-operation. The trading empire had grown with the times and now there were schools in South America, Africa and the Far East. Containers of chained in iron cages were transported in the firm’s ships. Surplus slave females labored in South American plantations. We even run vacation trips to the slave plantations for rich alpha males in order that they may enjoy whipping or otherwise abusing females slaving under the hot sun. In any given year two thousand females were acquired for training. Only the most choice arrived at the main school in the Alps.

There were now seven Sisters, three at the main School and one at each of the others.

But, back to the present.

That California female currently enjoying the Dark Masters attentions was a Cheerleader natural. But she would find the Master got bored after thirty days and, when the infirmary released her, she would be back with the rest of the student body.She was to be kept hear until called for and the only restriction was no permanent damage.

But the Dark Master could tear her limb from limb or brand every inch of her body, and cure her the next day.He had done it to Sister A for years and to just about every female he chose for a month's pleasure for centuries.