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MALIBUE BARBIE RETURNS [ PART 2 ] The pain in her hair from being held aloft by it, a favorite punishment of her uncle, brought her back. “What the hell do think you are doing?” “That is my Grandfather’s Sea Chest!” “Were are his diaries and log books?” He then flung her over his knee for such a hard spanking; she could not sit for days or hardly walk. But he dumped her over the chest for a quick rut before hog tying her even tighter and then dumping the balled op pre-teen into the chest for the rest of the night. Early the next day, he retrieved her from the box and carried the unconscious bloody body up to his master bedroom enclosed shower. Attaching her limp form to the hook he had just installed in the ceiling of the unit with handcuffs. He washed the blood off her and stood amaised as the punctures healed as he watched. Barbie’s eyes opened to see him staring wide-eyed. “Master, it is for your pleasure I was created, for your pleasure I was sent hear, it was for your pleasure I heal myself so you can repeatedly use me. Even to my virginity” It was not the truth, but he would never know. At that he seemed to forget what he had seen. “Your Virginity? how often ?” “Each and every month Master” “But only once every thirty days” “I will be away all next week. Can you be a virgin when I return?” A “Yes Master” brought a wide smile to his face. He gently washed his toy, careful to clean both the outside and with antiseptic the rectum, were he forced in the cattle prod. Next came a body heat activated lotion that left it glistening. Unable to resist any longer, he relieved the sperm swelling in his balls by unhooking it from the ceiling and, still holding it’s pinioned arms chest high with one hand, forced his organ into it’s willing mouth with the other. Later, with pleasure needs temporarily sated, he hung her up with wrists spread wide to his iron bed. “It is time for a few rules” You will never wear anything, unless I dress you. You will only eat what I place, either in your mouth, or in your pet bowl. You will crawl on your hands and feet in my presence. Everyday, while I am gone you will clean one room in order. And the marks I place
on your body for my pleasure will only slowly disappear, not vanish overnight. But about two-month’s later, long hours at the office flagged his interest again. You would think a willing, pretty little pre-teen sex slave on her hands and knee’s. Head pulled back to contact her up thrust rear, perched on a low pedestal, just the right height for a thrust into either female passage he chose, should keep his interest up. Puzzled, she tried again; He would be home soon. Glancing up at the huge chandelier hanging in the center of the solarium, she noticed for the first time a ring at its base. It did not look that far up, and bringing in a barstool, by standing on her tiptoes, she could just reach the ring. Off she went to round up the necessary materials. The stool was essential. As usual, a pile of his neckties. A big thick picture book from his library. A long chrome weight bar with six ten pound weights for each end. Perched on the stool, she assembled the weight bar and tied her ankles as far apart as she could reach. Tying her hands together she added another tie between them with a noose tie loop at one end. Next balancing herself on the book, she reached up towards the rig. But it took three tries. Failure dumped her body onto the unforgiving hardwood floor. Getting back up took half an hour. Success was slipping the center knot through the ring and back over her writs. Next she swung her legs, knocking the stool over. The resulting sudden yanking down of the weights nearly dislocated her limbs. No one heard her scream. But she had miscalculated. It was four hours before he came home. When he discovered her sweat-drenched body hanging in the fading sunlight coming through the solarium windows, he just stood there drinking in the scene. Barbie, through tear streaked eyes watched him walk around, and around her. “You have convinced me that you are indeed a mechanistic little sex toy. I promise to fulfil your obvious desire for pain. It just happens that I was bringing you a present” He walked away, and shortly returned, nude with a strong erection. At least I can arouse him, she thought through waves of pain. Barbie saw he was carrying both a leather belt and a long black rod. She had expected the belt whipping but achieved her desired organism through extreme pain when he thrust the stick into her virgin rectum and activated the overpowered cattle prod. From then on he gradually treated her harsher and harsher. He moved most of his work home, leaving only for a few days midweek. Now she was chained all the time and using a dog’s head harness literally attached her head to his crotch by wrapping the lead around his waist. Sitting at his desk, he was fully dressed above the waist, but nude below. Conference callers saw a properly dressed executive. Below, a car battery wired through a push button to clips on her nipples and cloris lips controlled her mouth activities. Every night he stretched her out on his bed after a heavy whipping followed by rough sex. She was esthetic. He tried very hard for her to achieve her orgasm. There was no need for her to create another “Scene” About mid afternoon, she felt a sudden pain in her head. Unaccustomed to headaches, wandered upstairs after cleaning up the playroom to watch a little TV. Dumfounded she watched a news report showing the burning remains of a French Concorde that had crashed on take off. They had killed hundreds to get him. She just knew he was gone. A great sadness overwhelmed her. She would miss this master. Up the stairs to her room, dressed in the little school girl uniform she had wore at their meeting all those years ago, she went next to the kitchen and filled a knapsack with as much food as she could stuff in. Next she entered his office and accessed the console hidden behind a bookshelf. Her retina scan confirmed access and activated the household self-destruct as he had ordered her to do. In an hour the termite charges buried in the walls and floors would ignite. Two hours later charges would set off the fuel tanks under ground. By morning there would be just a huge hole were there love nest had been. Two weeks later, in the middle of a rainstorm, Sister A opened the huge front door of the school to find a bedraggled tiny creature slumped up against the door bell activator. Malibu Barbie had returned. |