MALIBUE BARBIE "CAFETERIA SLAVES"

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

A New Beginning

Barbie stood with her class ready to descend the stairs, hand in hand with her friend Cindy. She had asked her many questions, since Barbie awakened in her cage beside the entrance of their dorm, from a very good sleep last Monday morning. Cindy has almost fainted, upon seeing her exiting the cage, and ran up to Barbie, jumping right into her arms, knocking them both laughing to the floor. Cindy, with strength unbelievable for such a little creature, rolled Barbie around on the floor examing her body as it went.

“How is she able to be here?

“Were are the marks from the rape and torture?

“Aren’t you sore from the innumerable rapes?

Grabbing her face in very strong, irresistible hands and drawing it close, she looked deep into Barbie’s eyes. Finally;

“We have been and will always be friends forever, you and I

“Of course” Replied the puzzled, but nevertheless optimistic Barbie.

Barbie turned to Cindy as the bell sounded and they waited their class’s turn to descend. “You had better do much better in culinary class today, or the teacher will carry out her threat of sending you early to the cafeteria slave gang

But an hour later, hall monitors brought two new nude shackled scullery maids to the dietary Nun. Cindy had ruined her soufflé, and Barbie was caught trying to substitute hers for Cindy’s. Smiling, as the guards informed her the reason for new staff, Sister Monette, a human dietician and chemist, certainly had work for them.

“Join that group scrubbing pots” Sour faced Barbie, picked up a dirty pot, and a scrub brush, bonking Cindy deliberately with pot as she worked.

“None of that, slave” Sister Monette ordered, switching Barie's pert rear for her trouble. From then on Cindy and Barbie got the dirtiest jobs. Switched for not scrubbing the kitchen floor clean enough, long after everyone else had gone off to bed. Switched for being too slow delivering heavy trays of food to teachers quarters, even though required often to service the male teachers during their meals. Switched for snatching crumbs off plates heading for the Dumpster, even though they had not been allowed feed in days. Switched for crying out when they splashed hot liquids on themselves as they replaced empty serving containers in the dispensing lines. Switched for even looking into the face of Edward the chief cook. Switched for so many infractions of rules no one ever told them about, they did not even flinch anymore. Switched because a guard simple loved switching nude little girls as they walked by. It was almost too much for two little slaves to stand.

When, Barbie standing holding a large tray of spices as Edward flavored a new stew, shook her head at oregano.

“No? you do not think it needs some little slave. And what makes you so sure?

“ I was trained by Maurice” she replied.

“Is this true?” He queried the passing dietician.

Sister Monette returned a few minutes’s later with confirmation. “This slave was Maurice’s most favorite student, before he died four years ago. Sister A informed me “So favored he never laid a hand on her, except when correcting infrequent mistakes “Then when not engaged in regular duties, she can assist me, especially at dinner prep

“Can I bring my friend Cindy along, to assist me” importunately asked Barbie. Edward stood still as Sister Monette expertly wore out a switch on Barbie’s backside as she bent down in front of him, his maleness in her mouth, for daring to speak without permission. “If she is half as good a chef as she is with my member, she will do very well in this man's world” A very satisfied Edward said

Next morning they both were in the serving line, dishing out cereal and two newly assigned girls were being switched for tardiness in bringing up fresh supplies. The work was still hard labor, for Edward was a hard taskmaster, and expected them to quickly clean his pots for the next use. He often went through two switches per day per slave. But he taught them everything he knew about English quisine. Even though Barbie tried to do it as if it were French.

Their days began before dawn; a night shift guard unlocked their cages, and led them all down the stairs to prep for Breakfast. Cereals had to be got out of the larder. The milk dispensers filled and wheeled out. Cutlery, bowls and tall cups checked and made ready for handing out. As soon as the last student left, they swarmed in to the washing area to begin cleaning up. Only when Sister was pleased with them did she give permission for them to eat anything left over. Little was, and the girls often went through the morning with bellies growling.

Then came the heavy labor of bringing out the folding tables from their storage place under the stage. There were sixty plus girls working their starving bodies as hard as they could hauling the sixty tables by hand down the long hall. Every were guards stood ready to lie about with switches, often just because they loved to whip little girls. And of course getting a little oral satisfaction from any girl they fancied at the same time. Poor Barbie soon spent most of her pre-lunch time, instead of hauling tables out, servicing every guard the room until even a hard switching could not get her aching jaws to please another male. She was then sent off to add her tired body to those hauling tables up the room. And when that was done, they were driven to the serving tables. There to dispense the delightfully smelling food as their stomachs growled. Again all the serving utensils, food trays, cutlery, and drinking glasses had to be spotlessly cleaned before they were allowed to feed from the low troughs all the food from the plates were dumped in. But at least they were allowed to eat their fill.

Sister Monette stood at one end of the trough. Sixty nude, chained little girls eating only with their mouth shoved into waist food was as things should be, as it had been for her, in her father’s kitchen. He was the greatest chef in here homeland, but had wanted a son to follow in his footsteps. As soon as she saw them rocking back on their haunches. Sister ordered them back to work, but not before they licked each other’s faces clean.

And I get paid well for this too, smiled Sister Monette.

Often a girl dropped a pile of utensils, and a guard immediately began switching her as he picked them up. She had to carry them back to a sink and wash them again, being switched al the time. If this treatment caused a girl to faint or be unable to carry on her work, the others had to take up the slack.

Dinner service was the longest of the day, often interrupted by the public punishment of some girl for biting a teacher, or not trying hard enough to please. Barbie suspected these girls were immune to the sex urge stimulating drugs put into their food by Sister. And as she had never seen any of the girls pregnant, sterilized them too.

As the last girl exited the cafeteria it was mad scrambling again. Clear up the tables, wash everything, fold up, and drag the tables back under the stage. Then they could again eat from the trough.

Barbie and Cindy spent the time from after the lunchtime feeding to just before the dinner service in the main kitchen assisting Edward. The chief cook was taking her advice with the spices and cutting back. But he still loved switching there backsides as they tag teamed servicing him as he stirred a pot.

But when they were all done they formed up in long lines by training class. Odd attached girls as Cindy, Barbie and a few others were lined up separately. A guard attached the rear girl’s neck chain to the rear of the girls in front’s collar. And when done have a chain gang, keeping a likely slave out for his bed.

He then led his chain gang up to the dormitory level and into the appropriate showers. The odd group went into the junior showers. The guard then pulled out a fire hose from a cupboard, and washed the girls down like washing a farm animal. He then led the chain gang over to a basket of left over damp towels and let them attempt to towel off.

It was probably eleven o’clock by this time, and the girls were dead on their feet. As soon as the guard locked them in their cages they were sound asleep. Most girls were very grateful for the end of their month’s culinary slave session. But poor Barbie and Cindy had six weeks of it. Regular sex slave classes seemed pale by comparison. But a month’s sex slave classes were followed by a months slave service.

And working little slave girls hard at heavy labour, was Sister A’s second favorite pastime.