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MALIBUE BARBIE: A SECOND CHANCE [ part 3 ] "Time for lesson two, little Females in bondage, Ralph" she thought. About half an hour later, he awoke, looked around, and stood up to find her curled up asleep at the foot of his bed. Kneeling down, puzzled, he gently shook her awake. "What are you doing down here?" he asked. "Were I belong, chained at the foot of my masters bed" she replied. "But I am not your master" he noted. "For this weekend you are" Barbie replied. "But you area little school girl, are you not" He queried. "The school trains little girls to be sex slaves" Barbie informed him. "Do you do this under duress?" " Do they keep you locked up." " How many are there like you?" " How, in this modern age, did you become a Slave?" "And why do you not just run away?" " Do they punish you?" A long list of rapid-fire questions, without time for a reply, rushed forth from this sheltered boy. Barbie replied, as instructed, with a truth tailored for his ease of mind: " I do it, along with all my school mates because it will be a better life than we could have were we came from. Who ever buy us has paid a lot of money and will treat us well. Keep us healthy, safe and happy" " The school, buildings and grounds are secure. But that is, as with all the other private girls schools in Europe, more to keep intruder out, than us in. We greatly outnumber the staff anyway" " My parents are dead and the orphanage was impersonal, cold and dirty. I knew what I was getting into. It was a way out of a dead end life of drudgery" Barbie explained. "And were would we all go. To another orphanage?" "No thank you" "Yes, we are trained to perform under punishment. Being bound in leather or chains is now erotic stimuli for us" Barbie had gone through this question and answer routine twice before and again the required results were achieved. " Then we had better get on down to the playroom. Wait right there." he replied walking towards the washroom. After the usual sounds, he returned and put his shoes and pants back on, but his underwear was still were Barbie left it. He then turned towards an Armor beside the entry, withdrew a large wooden box and placed it in front of the kneeling Barbie. "Then you know what to do with these," He said opening the box. Totally flabbergasted, Barbie was staring at a twin of the set of delicate manacles and chains her late master had brought back from Paris for they're forth anniversaries. The originals were the only things she had brought out of that house of pleasure and pain after his death. They lay in her dormitory cage back at the school. "My father's Paris Jewelry shop made the first pair for a valued customer. And I was puzzled why he gave a set to me for my birthday." Her weekend master informed her.They certainly are too small for an adult's wrists. But obviously just right for you." Obediently, Barbie slipped the slender shackles on each ankle, and standing, turned away from him, as ordered, holding hands behind her back, as he slipped the wrist shackles on. Turning to face him, again as ordered she watched his eyes glitter with anticipation as he picked up the collar, reached for her slim neck and surprised her with; "Are you sure you want to be shackled like this?" "Very, Very Much Master" Barbie replied, as he locked it in place around her neck" "Then follow" was all he said and left the room. They descended the stairs and re-entered the party room. The sounds of tinkling chains connecting the shackles at Barbie's ankles wrist's and the one hanging down front from her neck to her labia, were very familiar to her. He walked directly towards the closet in the corner and waited for Barbie to arrive. As she entered the closet, he closed the door behind her and flipping a light switch, put the key in a key hole in the middle of the back wall. The wall immediately swung away, revealing a stone stair leading down. "These were originally built during the medieval period in order to hide contraband goods in. But my great grandfather tuned them into his personal playrooms. Down down, down the stairs spiraled, until the ended up against a solid iron bound wooden door. "Real Proper Dungeon" Barbie thought. And after Ralph used his father's key on the door, she was proven very right. The cellar was about fifty feet across and a hundred long. Two-foot diameter stone pillars supported the arched roof high above. Small, as compared to torture chambers Barbie had been in, but it made up for size by being packed with just about every device conceivable for inflicting pain on females. "What shall we try first? Any suggestions?" "You could start me off with a little flogging." Barbie suggested. "Works for me" he replied, leading her to a chain with a hook at the end in one small open space. Surprising Barbie, he used the shackle key, on the ring at the end of her neck chain, to unlock and bring her wrists to the front. Reaching up he slipped the connecting chain through the hook above her head. "Now to find the ratchet and raise you up a little." A few minutes later the sound of the ratchet announced success, as Barbie was pulled up off her toes. A sudden stinging across her back announced the ratchet was not all he found. Inexperienced as he was, Barbie had difficulty not crying out from the rain of whip strikes lashing her body. Back, front, lower legs chest, rear, arms, feet all were struck unmercifully in no pattern. Speed, without accuracy was just as painful. Finally he stopped and stood in front of her, his nude firm body glistening with sweat. A soft leather flogger in his left hand. "I enjoyed that, but I would have enjoyed it even more if you had cried out" " Why did you not, was I to soft with the flogger?" he demanded of his sweating whip mark streaked victim. "We are programmed to be silent unless ordered master" Barbie sobbed. "Then, scream, scream, scream, dam, you, my, little, Sex, Slave" He yelled, every word punctuated by a very hard blow to Barbie's already abused body. And scream she did, on and on and on, until she achieved that total orgasmic level her body was addicted to. |