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MALIBUE BARBIE: A SECOND CHANCE [ part 5 ] Late Sunday night the Mercedes Limousine drove up to the front door of the Private Girls School. The driver opened the trunk, and struggled to drag a large duffel bag up the front steps. Dumping it beside the doors rang the doorbell and drove off. Sister A, a few minutes later opened the door and spotting the bag, easily carried it inside, and to her office. Curious, kneeling down she unzipped the bag, dumping the content out on the floor. Even Sister A, after centuries of training little sex slaves was horrified. It was suppose to be a cakewalk for the experienced Barbie, maybe a few amateurs slaps a little sex which light bondage. Nothing that would even causes her to miss Mondays classes. Tears flowing down her cheeks for the first time in over a century, Sister A hugged the badly abused body of her little sister Barbie close. Looking up she thought she saw another little blond sex slave standing in front of her. Impossible her mind told her. Impossible that she would let anyone see Barbie before her master saw her. Impossible that, this little was creature allowed to touched first Barbie's head, and then hers. Impossible that she saw it transform into a ravenous giant black wolf and fade away before her eyes. Shaking her head to clear it, and therein erasing the event from her mind, Sister A lifted her little sister up in her arms and took it down to her master. It was a week later, and again a Monday morning. Barbie awoke to the sound of her dog cage unlocking. Crawling out she grabbed the large fluffy white towels, the night laundry crew dropped off on top of their cages, the little sex slaves of her class, giggling and chattering madly, streamed out towards the junior showers, Barbie among them. There was not a mark on her body, except for the fading switches from forgetting to shake instead of stir in Bar tending class. And her mind contained no memory of any birthday party. The phone rang in Sister A, office. "Mister Archibald. We did not expect to hear from you again. The school is still very upset you allowed your son and his friends to torture our student" "Yes; we received your financial compensation. But Gold does not repair a little girl's body. She will be bed ridden for months yet. And possibly will never be saleable" "No, we took no action against your son and his friends. We are nuns not warriors. I have never, nor do I ever intend on meeting your son and his friends" "They are still missing, while out riding that Sunday afternoon?" "Their horses returned lathered and badly frightened" "And what does all of this have to do with us?" "Nothing, I agree. Good by Mister Archibald" Sister A stood up and walked to the large bookcase that covered the rear wall of her office. "Open" she said. The wall of books disappeared upwards, revealing a wall of security monitors. Just because we have trained sex slaves for over two thousand years, does not mean we are not living in a modern world, She thought. Picking up a thurowly modern control interface she thumbed through views until Barbie's lithe body appeared, among her classmates showering, chattering and smiling broadly. "The master was very distressed when I brought your broken body to him,Barbie." She said aloud to herself. "Repairing your body immediately to the point you would be able to continue repairing yourself, took a great deal out of him." She continued. "He was very angry, but neither ordered nor carried out any retaliation that I know of." |