MALIBUE BARBIE RETURNS

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ PART 1 ]

She did not know what she would do.

He would be gone for three whole weeks. French Concorde to New York, Washington, and then on to LA. California. The first time they had been separated for more than a week in the four years she had been his.
It must be spring, but which month, and what year? It has been so long since she was able to walk unchained and even allowed out of the “Playroom”.

In the last few weeks, his attention had been focused more and more on this very important set of meetings. This morning, he had unlocked her from a long pain / pleasure session on the rack and carried the tiny body upstairs into the sunlight. He lay her battered body gently on his bed and softly caresses it as he dressed for the trip.

As she lay there exhausted, from the stretching of her ligaments, a heavy whipping over branding, and finally, as he raped her, the intrusion of a cattle prod into her rectum and the explosive orgasms that resulted. He told her;
“It will tie all the unofficial crime busting groups together in a single co-ordinatted effort to stamp out world spanning organized crime”. And they had decided he would lead it. He was off to initialize the first face to face meetings after years of effort.

She stood looking at the room he had crafted for her in the old wine cellar deep under his mansion. Every conceivable device for inflicting pain on females was on hand to maximize the pleasure of her master as he tortured her towards the climax she only could achieve through his inflicting incredible amounts of pain.

And remembered the little scenes she had created to arouse his interest in the first years.

The time she pulled a pair of white lace stockings right up her thin legs to her firm petite rear. Taking a bunch of his silk ties and after numerous trips assembled a dumbbell on the leather sofa in his den with one hundred pounds of weight. She sat on the floor behind the sofa and stretched out her thin legs as far as she could tying each ankle to a sofa foot at each end. Then she pulled herself up over the sofa and tied her hands directly to the dumbbell. After a dozen efforts, she managed to push the dumbbell off the front of the sofa. The hundred pound weight pulled tiny body over the back of the sofa until it would stretch no more.

Returning home about two hours later, he frantically searched for his tiny pleasure slave to be presented with the erotic scene of her tanned rear, framed by the long little girl lace stockings stretched over his black leather sofa for his use.

And use her he did. After examining his toy, he proceded to severely thrash the presented rear with his leather belt and then satisfy his aroused male organ in her sodden tight femaleness. He kept her there all night repeatedly alternating between enjoying both her abuse and his pleasure.

As the morning sun illuminated her gleaming form he untied his little pleasure slave’s exhausted body and carried it over his shoulder to the shower in the main bedroom, hung her by the wrists in the enclosed shower and tenderly bathed her sweat drenched body. She managed to softly whisper she hopped she had pleased him through a throat, parched from hours of screaming. His response was to use her mouth to satisfy his aroused maleness.

Then chained her unconscious body to the foot of his bed and after calling in to cancel his day, sleeped contentedly until noon. A smile on both their faces.

About three-month’s later his ardor again began to flag. Her unquenchable craving for that supreme organism only reached through hash torture gnawed at her female form.

Wandering through the basement she spotted a large old hump backed box that resembled a pirate’s chest in a metal shelf lined storage room Discarding the musty books she found inside, dragging it to the center of the room, a few possibilities sprung to mind. In another room there were hammers and nails on a workbench with other tools. Returning with a hammer and a box marked “Roofing Nails” a few hours work produced a wooden box who’s interior was spiked with short sharp nails.

Then a trip up stairs to his closet to retrieve silk ties. Climbed into the box, and lay chest down. Attempting to ignore the numerous sharp jabs from the nails into her preteen body, she proceeded to tie her hands to her ankles in a “Hog Tie”. She then impaled herself on spikes in the sides of the box by bouncing from side to side until the lid fell closed.

That is when she realized she had not put any air holes in the box as consciousness ebbed away.