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MALIBUE BARBIE: A SECOND CHANCE [ part 4 ] A long time later Barbie awoke to pain down her entire body. Through tear filled eyes she found she was looking at the ceiling far above. Again the sound of a clicking ratchet announced abuse. Her thin arms were pinioned, spread wide far above and her thin legs played wide to shackles. Both were attached to chains rapped around horizontal ratchets. Ralph had discovered the delights of stretching females on a rack. "Nice to see your are back. I took a break too, in order to bring a little refreshment down" He was sipping from a tall champagne glass in his left hand, a half empty bottle in his right. "After you passed out, I could not resist another slurp of your sweet pussy nectar" "But the urge to inflict more pain on you, just seems so natural, I thought this device could do double duty" A he said that, he put down the glass and bottle, grabbed the handles of the ratchet at the foot of the rack and heaved, the retraction of a full notch achieved his desire, as Barbie let forth a scream. "That's better" Barbie herd him say. "And now time for feeding my sex slave" As he spoke, Ralph climbed up on the bed of the rack and walked towards Barbie's head. Kneeling across her shoulders he grabbed her long blond hair and unceremoniously thrust his swollen member inside. "Let's see if you can repeat this afternoon's effort," he said as he rapped her mouth. Barbie's training, coupled with years of even harsher abuse, first under Adrian and then her first assignment, made concentrating on the male member in her mouth possible. Forgetting the agonies of a thouriley whipped back being ground into the wood of the rack. Ignoring the increased agonies of his full weight on her chest, straining her stretched shoulder joints almost to dislocation. She used her tongue on his sensitive tip as it thrust in and out, soon bringing him to the release he sought. His sperm flooded her throat, almost choking her. "Drink it all in, do not waist a drop of my precious fluid, or you will feel the lash for everyone missed" he threatened. Kneeling beside her rack stretched form. Ralph watched as her tearful face was cleaned of his sperm, as far as her tongue could reach. "That's a good girl" With the weight of her master off her chest, and his sperm flowing down her parched throat, the irrisitabe need to please him abated. Barbie could let the twin agonies of the whipping and stretching flow through her mind. She was striving to reach that sharp ledge of pain induced orgasm she just had to achieve. The cool wetness cascading over her body distracted her, but the resulting flames of stinging emanating from the innumerable whip marks covering her body pushed her over that knife edge into that deep pool of pain induced orgasm. Again Ralph witness this little pre-teen sex slave's body tremble uncontrollably. But this time he was ready to reap his reward. Kneeling down between her outstretched legs, Ralph pushed his face into her naked slit, tong eagerly slurping up the honey seeping out. His strong young hands grasped her abused ass checks, pulling her upwards, headless of the increased agony it was causing. He had to consume all the juices she was able to produce. Licking every inch of her pubic area and even the body of the rack for any that had dripped there. He stood up above his victim. Grinning from ear to ear. He had never felt so powerful, never so in control of his surrounding's. There was nothing he could not accomplish, once he set his mind to it. The future opened up for him, all he had to do was reach out for it. But first he must amuse himself while he recharged for another rape. But being an inventive sort, he soon thought of something. Champaign being an acquired taste, even a Rothchild 45, he was delighted at the screams from Barbie's lips as the liquid, he had poured across her undefended body, caused stinging of her whip marks. Most discard an empty Champaign bottle and order a full one, but again, invention is the creation of need and he started shoving the bottle up Barbie's rear orifice. That seemed to get her attention. More screams emanated from that pretty little face, surrounded by sweat sodden golden locks. After jamming it against the bed of the rack to firmly hold it in place. He went over to a wooden barrel and filled a pail with the salt water, his nose told him it held. Ralph carried it back to the rack and dumped over his sex toy. Sputtering from nearly drowning in the water poured over her head. Barbie looked up at her tormentor. "Back again, I see" "We certainly have had a very excellent time this evening. I must congratulate my father for his birthday present. But I am very tired and must be up for an early breakfast with my parents in about four hours. But never fear I did think of you, and invited the Burchard twins back to keep you amused until I return Sunday afternoon. You remember them, they are the two, who just wanted a little oral sex this morning" As he answered the knock on the torture room door, letting the twins in, she was still screaming. Dam but that sound was music to his ears. |