FURTHER FANTASY ADVENTURES OF MALIBUE BARBIE AND ASSOCIATES

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

Leatherettes?

It was Monday morning again. Two little sex slaves were rousted out of their cages with all the rest sentenced to a month’s Cafeteria duty. Except that for Barbie and Cindy, this was a never-ending one. Quickly completing their morning toilet, the two hurried to Sister Monette’s room for their instructions, as the others were led chained down for regular routine slave-labor duties. But the spartan room was empty. Puzzled, the two sprinted for the cafeteria and Sister Monette’s inner sanctum, the huge kitchen beyond.

The slaves carrying out regular breakfast duties went about them under the direction of the hall monitors. Barbie and Cindy, directly under Sister Monette’s much harsher control were ignored. But she was not there either. Programmed by Sister Monette’s switching, the two began preparing the mid-day meal listed in her dietary book.

They dared not eat themselves, as Sister Monette had trained them to only eat from her leather-clad hand. And when she turned up, their stomach’s had better be growling with hunger. It seemed a little odd to them, but the sex slaves assigned to do the grudge work, peeled, split, shucked, filled, fetched, carried and cleaned as directed by the two. Barbie led, Cindy followed, and by lunch the meal was on its way to the serving slaves.

As they started to order the other slaves to clean up in preparation for the main evening meal, a vision in Black leather walked in. The two immediately fell to their knees, faces down on the floor. When the leather tips of her shiny black boots appeared in their field of vision, they began earnestly licking them.

“She certainly has you two well trained, and loosing you to her may not, have been so disappointing after all” It was the Headmistress Sister A.

“Incredibly Sister Monette has been chosen by the Master as this month’s sex toy. She will be returned to us in thirty days, either badly tortured, needing weeks of infirmary recovery. Or he will decide to make her as Barbie and I am, self-repairing, and it will only take her a few days. Either way, you two are the chefs until she returns. Understand? A blow with her ever resent flogger, emphasized her instructions.

“Yes Mistress” was all that was required from the two slaves. “What is that sound?” Sister A queried. “Our empty stomachs” Relied Barbie and Cindy “Why, you are surrounded by food?” Inquired Sister

“Sister Monette only allows us to eat from her leather gloved hand” relied the two.

“I am beginning to really appreciate her unknown talents for training little sex slaves” Sister A replied. She then walked over to the cold meats trays, perched her leather clad, exquisite form, on the stool there and picking up slices of meat, sat there fascinated as the two little sex slaves eagerly ate, only using their mouths, from her leather clad hands. “I am going to institute this little trick as part of the schools curriculum. But I order you two to eat as normal, when the rest of the school does, until Sister Monette returns to reclaim you”

Sister A walked out of the kitchen. More pleased than she had been in weeks. Those two would be eating out of her hand, under the lash tonight. But first a little leather dress up.

When cooking the dinner was in full swing, a sex slave Barbie and Cindy had never seen before appeared. She was a very statuesque Creole beauty, but as she was clad in exotic black leathers, and chains, she stood out.

“Sister A has ordered we fit and dress you appropriate to your new stations. Please follow me,” she said, in French accented voice. The two little cooks looked at each other, down at their nude,sweating,food stained bodies, shrugged and followed.

They knew the meal was on automatic, special ingredients already mixed in. When it was finished cooking, the cafeteria slaves would serve it out automatically. After all, pizza, was everybody’s favorite.

The two followed their fellow slave out of the cafeteria, through the main hall and down the stairs at the end of the back hall. The first basement was for normal actives, the laundry, house keeping and grounds keeping slave labor and fairer groups were based here. They turned right under the stairs, and entered a long tunnel. At the end they followed up another pair of stairs into a building with two story windows. Out to the left the red brick; mostly Victorian era school building could be seen. The converted carriage house was full of tables, were female slaves were working to create all the leather restraints used by the corporation, and favored customers.

They were led to the clear space in the middle. A whirring sound announced two spreader bars lowering from the ceiling and the two trained sex slaves obediently raised their arms overhead. Their guide reached up and fastening the leather cuffs in place disappeared as Barbie and Cindy were drawn up, until they were fully off the ground. The two looked at each other, puzzled when they came back down, but the Creole girl returned, pulled their feet wide to cuffs attached to short chains, spreading them wide, and they went up again. This times until they were at the beginning of a full vertical racking.

Two girls appeared one carrying a pail full of water, the other a stepladder. Then they proceded to wash both females thoroughly, hair and all. Another appeared with two towels dried them off. As this was going on, the tension on the two sex slaves increased slowly. Little sex slave Barbie and Cindy’s bodies began to sweat, from both the strain, and the hot sun flooding in through the large windows. After hanging there for half an hour, and cramps started to bring whimpers to their lips. As they hung there, they saw the meal they had prepared for everyone’s dinner being delivered to the slaves chained to their workbenches. The smell, as girls, in their slave labor chains delivered pizza, drink, and salads, caused their stomachs to rumble again today. After watching the food disappear down other slave’s throats, they saw the leather workers resumed their tasks. No normal school cirrocumuli for these they thought. Then the first leather-clad slave reappeared, another with huge book and cloth measure in tow. She climbed the ladder and began rhyming off measurements from outstretched fingers on down, starting with Barbie. By the time she was done Cindy, the two stretched sex slaves had to bite their lower lips to prevent crying out from the slowly increasing vertical racking.

A sudden slash of a leather flogger across two, stretched to the limit, little sex slave backs, foiled that tactic, and the subsequent screams jolted the leather workers in their tasks. But none looked up. Tears flowed as Sister A walked into view, the little leather clad slave right behind.

“Welcome to my private leathers shop. I am going to have something to eat. Flog these two remorselessly as I sit over hear and have a snack”

She said, handing her flogger to the slave. Sister A sat in a comfortable leather armchair, as the book slave knelt in front of her, head down, holding up a plate of sweetmeats to her master. As Sister A daintily picked up yet another morsel in her black leather clad hand, the two sex slaves who had created those delicacies cried out as her protegee expertly applied a light flogging to their racked little pre-teen bodies. After the plate was empty, she shoved the human table out of her way with her foot, and walked towards the two whimpering creatures hanging in front of her.

“Welcome back to my tender mercies. Clean them up again” First to the two hang in front, the next order to the two kneeling behind her. Again a pail of warm water was used to wash them all over, and then they were toweled.

“Oil them up, and those leathers I ordered this morning had better be ready” Again Sister A’s stern voice was instantly obeyed. The two cleaners approached with decanters of an amber liquid, and began rubbing it all over the two girls. This started the two whimpering all over again. When they were done, Barbie and Cindy were lowered down until their feet touched the floor. As they slumped, it was obvious the overhead shackles were the only things keeping them upright. Another pair of nude slaves approached and began pulling knee high black leather boots up their thin little legs, lacing them up the front.

Next came leather bustles, and a very short leather skirt, slit right up to the hip, covered the bare skin area in-between. They were then released from the overhead cuffs, and when the flogger and measurer held them up under the arms, shoulder length gloves were laced up, completed the outfit.

“Stand up, walk towards me” ordered Sister A, threatening with her flogger. The two chastised little girls, having trouble drawing a breath in the leather outfits, tried, for the first time, to walk in high, heels not too successfully. Barbie, a little more experienced, due to the leather fetish of her uncle, actually made it a few feet until Cindy, totally inexperienced, brought them both down.

“Actually better than I expected. Get back up and try again” ordered Sister A. The two, leaning on each other made a dozen more steps before falling again, this time right at Sister A’s feet. And being actually smarter than the average sex slave took the opportunity to start tonguing the Sister’s boots right in front of them.

“You two can thank me another time another way. Get back up and keep walking around”

For the next hour the two newly leathered slaves hobbled back and forth, slowly learning to walk on their toes in their new thigh high leather boots.

“Much better, bring in the full length mirror” The two washers rolled in a huge plate glass mirror and the two new leatherette’s stood amaised at their new look.

“Well ?” Queried Sister A “Becky-Sue would look spectacular in an outfit like this” Barbie chimed, but twirled experimentally, finding the tiny weights shown into the skirt, caused it to flare out and up, exposing her hairless little slit and firm rear.

“You little sex pot, you are really getting the idea of why I put you in leathers” Sister A exclaimed. “Wearing those and the addictive secretions from your orgasming little slit, will conquer any male we set you on”

“Teaming you up with Cindy and the addition of that busty cheerleader Becky-Sue, also dressed as you two, will be our most formidable triumvirate. First assignment will be your Uncle Adrian this Christmas. He will never know what hit him”

“ I have ordered multiple copies of those sexy outfits, and you will each be assigned a slave dresser to assist you each morning. Also the small storeroom right next to the kitchen is being cleaned out as your own. But do not think you are no longer under our thumb. You will still be locked nude in three separate cages nightly, and Sister Monette, any Nun or teacher can still thrash you if they choose”

Very pleased with her actions, Sister A smiled as the two, newly leathered little sex slaves, knelt in front of their mistress, flipping up their black leather skirts. To expose firm rears ready to receive her punishment, and willingly pledged their undying devotion.