HIS BIRTHDAY PRESENT: FURTHER ADVENTURES OF MALIBUE BARBIE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

Walter reached into his carry on bag and extracted the shiny wooden box. He thumbed the brass lock and peered at the content. Two small gold bracelets finely engraved, joined by a short chain. A larger chain connected another slightly larger pair. In the center was a “Y” chain with clips at the short ends of the “Y” and a one-inch ring at the other end of the meter long stem. The gold color was deceptive. The bracelets and chain, he was promised, could be used to tow a truck.

And they will do nicely as a two-year anniversary present, he thought.
Had it been two exhilarating, years? She doesn’t seem to have aged at all, and heals almost overnight, no mater what he had done to her. And he certainly had grown both harsher and more exacting as time went on. But whatever he did to her, she just loved it and begged for more. He picked out the two smaller bracelets and closing his eyes remembered the fist time.

It had been the end of a rough day, at the thankful end of a rough week. The driver and guards were quiet as they drove from the Geneva offices the hours drive up into the small valley were his refuge lay. The village at the valley entrance was quiet as usual; every one living there worked for him. It looked as any other village, but it was less than forty years old. Old on the outside, but ultra modern on the inside. His walled Chateau, in its forested glade was the same. A thousand years old, but as new as yesterday. The wall could, and had withstood a tank, and all that short green grass hid detectors and a minefield. That is if you actually got into the valley, or past the outer and inner guards. But five years ago some had actually made it to he lawn. He had forgiven the unit on duty, and sent them on a suicide mission to track down who had sent the killers and return the favor. His men were more successful.

He had stepped out of the limo, picked up his groceries for the weekend and pushed, with his foot the whicker laundry basket, the driver retrieved from the trunk, in the front door.

“You should vary your diet, or someone should cook for you, sir” David, who had been with him many years, and had earned the right to both drive and hand out a young man’s advice. “Maybe a cook, maid or housekeeper? “
“No David, I spent twenty five years creating Europe’s most efficient, incorruptible police force. I am the most feared un-elected, unofficial policeman they have ever dealt with. If we can bring down both a corrupt ex German Chancellor, and a French President, we must be unapproachable. I will look after myself thank you. Since they killed my wife ten years ago trying to kill me. I prefer that no one ever enter my retreat and that is that. But thank you for your concern. See you Monday Morning.”

He closed the front door and heard the steel security door slide shut as he hung up his coat.

“Good Evening Grandfather”
He whorled, drawing his pistol, dropping to a fire stance to find a very young little girl standing four feet away.
“Who the Hell are you” He asked, “And how did you get in hear?”

“I do not know how I got hear, I just woke up on your hard couch a few hours ago. Do you know you can get hundreds of channels on that huge screen that descends from the ceiling, but most of them very boring, and you have almost nothing to eat, but some stale bread in your cupboards?”

Holstering his pistol, he replied.

“I always bring anything I need home with me and most of the channels are from the worlds security surveillance satellites, both our and the North Americans “

He should call in the perimeter security screen and really chew them out, but this was just a little girl, what could she do? “ But he touched his lapel button anyway.

“ I want a full first level security sweep of the entire valley immediately, he ordered. Check for any movement within the last twenty-four hours. No report required, just do it.” That would shake them up. And get them wondering why the boss was pissed of at them. Heaven helps any thing living in the valley tonight.

He knelt down and looked into her green eyes. She was maybe not even thirteen, with long blond hair tied in a ponytail with a leather bow at the top of her head. She wore black paten leather saddle shoes long white knee high stockings, a short dark blue pleated skirt and an Egyptian cotton white blouse. A typical Swiss very private schoolgirl attire. But he had seen surveillance picture, taken with a hidden small personal camera a few weeks ago of young girls in strange poses wearing a similar outfit. They had been on their knees in rows eating out of dog bowls. Doing American "“Cheer Leader” exercises, but without any underwear on, and more of some award or punishment ceremonies. A freelance Female American operative had submitted them.

Are you hungry, I am Grandfather, can I cook for you?” She rambled on. He stepped closer and saw a hand written note pinned to her blouse. A small bloodstain was around the safety pin as it entered and exited her blouse. The note read.

“Happy Birthday and enjoy. She is yours”

As it used his real name, on his real birthday, that no one now living new. He was surprised. He reached to remove the note and found it had been pinned to her right through her left nipple.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

“Only a little” she replied. The coagulated bloodstain hid a name embroidered on the blouse.
“Can we eat now, I haven’t been fed or watered for two days, but I can really cook “

He led the way to the kitchen and sat mesmerized as this little pre-female moved expertly about his almost unused kitchen.

About a half-hour later he sat across from her in the huge dinning room, the white dustsheets temporarily piled on the floor. The steak was excellent and the potatoes with sauce and fresh peas as first class as in any restaurant he had dined in. This little one could cook.

“It is the best I could do with your very limited resources” You must live a very bland dietary existence” I will clean up if you want to watch TV”

He wandered out into the Library, were a more comfortable leather couch was, and turned on the fifty inch screen there. About an hour later, she appeared and settled down beside him.

“This is much better amore comfortable couch and it is real leather too” It feels real nice against my skin, Grandfather” She whispered in his ear.

“Young lady, it is not seemly top pop your self down on older men’s laps uninvited,” He warned.
“Well if you insist” she pouted and flounced away to lie down in front of him watching the TV. They watched some inane American sit comes and then the BBC news. In chatting, he discovered she had no idea of current events, but knew general world history quite well.

He did notice she gradually spread her thin little legs very wide and squirmed backwards until her already short skirt was riding up her pert naked bottom. She was obviously aware of her actions and occasionally glanced back to check his reaction.

It is now eleven o’clock and time for little girls to go to bed, he announced.

“Great” she said as he led her upstairs, but she was obviously disappointed when he lead her to a guestroom.
“Were do I sleep and what do I wear?” she asked

“Stay right there and I will return” he ordered. She was in the exact spot when he returned bearing one of his short sleeve white shirts. “ In that bed, wearing this shirt, alone” like any proper young lady” he said.
“Please come back to tuck me in and give a good night kiss” she pleaded with a sad upturned face.

He returned ten minutes later and actually tucked into the bed and kissed her forehead. “Good Night” he ordered in his gruffest voice.

He returned to his own room, showered and climbed into bed.

About three hours later he awoke from a sound sleep to something touching his male organ. He through of the light bed cover to discover the little pre-teen with her mouth encompassing his penis.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” he bellowed, grabbing her by the scruff of the neck he threw her across his lap. A rapid series of hard whacks descended on her tiny bottom. She cried out, but did not attempt to break the grip of his right hand holding her tiny wrist behind her back as his left-applied punishment.

He suddenly stopped when he felt her moistening female labia pushing against his leg. Her legs were spread wide and she was pushing down on his leg. She should be dry from both the pain and her tender age, but she was reacting to the slaps as if it were preceding sexual pleasure, not painful punishment.

He stopped and she wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing her near breasts against his chest, unbalancing him and causing them both to fall back on the ruffled bed.

“Please let me please you” she whispered as she slowly kissed his chest, moving ever lower down until her mouth was again on his member. “No” he moaned, but made no move to stop her this time. He closed his eyes, and his head dropped back on his pillow.

The pleasure seemed to go in forever, but when it stopped for and instance he opened his eyes to see her on her knees holding herself over his full hard member and slowly descending. He did not move and the pleasure continued as she gently lowered herself down on his shaft. She stopped a little to bounce up and down a little, but always continued her descent. When she was almost all the way down she began rapid movements up and down to gradually bring him off to his first orgasm in ten years. The resulting eruption must have filled her little hole to the core and much ran down onto his scrotum. Exhausted by the attention of this little Lolita he fell back into a sound sleep. Two hours later she revived him as before and that was the second of three times she rode his maleness that first night.
He awoke the next morning to find her missing, but discovered her in a tight ball at the foot of his bed.

“Why are you there?” he asked

“Because this is wear I should be chained” she replied.

“Follow” he said and walked towards his bathroom. She came with him inside the showered and they soaped each other down and washed each other’s hair. Just as they were drying she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She rubbed herself on his member until it was fully hard and then pumped him through another organism that almost caused them to slide down the wall to land on the floor. They then went through the wash and shower routing again giggling and laughing all the way.

As he was wrapping himself in a bathrobe she dashed off. He searched and found her cooking him bacon and eggs in the kitchen. They ate as she knelt on the floor between his legs as her fed her morsels from his plate. “This is the way I should be fed, or scraps in my dog bowl she noted”

“Interesting” He replied, “now clean up and be quiet as I have work to do”

He descended on his home office for three hours of paperwork, and when finished went looking for her. No thought of getting rid of her crossed his mind.

He found her tiny form covered in glistening oil sunning herself spread-eagled face up on a dust cover under the huge windows of the solarium. He panicked for a minute until he remembered all the windows, including the solarium ones were both bullet proof and one way glass. They looked natural from a distance and you could see light emanating from them, but you could not see in them, just a very natural vue looking out of them. They were very expensive and very unique. How she new or guessed he did not know. He walked quietly across the floor dropping the bathrobe as he went. He gently lowered him self down between her outstretched legs intending to enjoy her again. It was then he noticed her nipples had been pieced with gold rings and that a curious symbol was branded just above her hairless little slit. His head descended to taste her and she squirmed joyously as his hands gripped her tiny hips holding her in place. After a few seconds her slit began producing the nectar he sought. It was odorless but its taste was increadably wonderful. Like a parched man lost in the desert stumbling across an oasis of pure clean water, he drank his fill.

Fully concentrating on his treasure trove He failed to see the shining glory of her tiny face, as she knew he would not let her go. She had achieved her masters desires and could now fully enjoy herself leading this beautiful Alpha male to torturing her to reach the mind blowing orgasms she could achieve no other way, day after day as long as he lived. Her master had given her everlasting life as a pre-teen female, and an over whelming need to achieve organism under extreme torture. Her female vaginal juice was a powerful aphrodisiac that no alpha male could resist, and the fact that she could rebuild her damaged body almost over night and if he desired become even virginal, again and again, was a trap no male could escape.

Monday morning eventually came and with it David to take him to the office.

“ You look exceptionally rested, Sir” he said as the drove away.

“Yes, I have discovered a very excellent method of relaxation, one you actually suggested. I am taking up cooking” he replied.

An hour later ensconced in his secure office; he reached into his left jacket pocket and retrieved the long list of groceries and other items she had written out for him. He copied it into a notepad and called his secretary in. “ Miss. Leadner, you will be very happy to know I have decided to take up the hobby of Gourmet cooking to both relax and improve my diet’ Please take this long list of foodstuffs, spices, cooking utensils and other parifinalia. Have ready for my trip home this evening” He ordered.

“No problem; Sir” She replied. “It is very good to see you looking so rested and cheerful. If it will keep you this way, just about anything is obtainable”

“Yes it will certainly help” And could you arrange for me a sample of all the handcuffs and restraining shackles available to police forces across the world, I remembered it had been years since we updated ours, and have them send samples for evaluation as well” Do the same with cattle prods, I hear the French riot police use very heavy duty shock ones. We must keep up with the latest technology. “

When she had left he rose and moved to the secure file cabinet holding possible future investigations. His thumb print and retina scan opened the cabinet. No others would or knew of the files inside. Some waited for further research, a change in a particular government or the target becoming within reach. With in a minute he had retrieved the file and returned to his desk. A little personal investigation before the file went into the shredder.

Unsealing it he took out the pile of blown up micro camera shots. He searched threw until he found the ones he wanted. The pictures of the presentation of an award and the very stimulating series on a punishment, most interested him. The punishment scene was of a tiny well-tanned body stretched out on an iron frame. The next was of her nipples being pierced with white-hot needle and rings being inserted. The final one was taken just as the brand was applied just above her tiny slit. In all the expected face of pain was instead one of great pleasure. He knew that face and now needed her to achieve the same under his hand. He would obtain an iron frame of his own. She probably knew where and how.

The last was of an award presentation. It was for his little birthday present. He retrieved a magnifying glass from a drawer. There it was just above her left breast nipple. Her curious name embroidered in her schoolgirl blouse.”Malibue Barbie”