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GLOCKENSPIEL’S TOYS The room was large, almost the size of a warehouse, the group of people were looking around at the manikins that were on display, all different and the clothing wasn't even new! The invited group walked around, many of them touching the manikins and gasping as they felt warmth and a texture exactly like skin. But it was the subject of the manikins that drew several eyes, they were all children, apparently from the ages of eight to thirteen. "Gentlemen und ladies, ve are ready for the commencement!" The man was, obviously, German with an accent to match. "My name is Glockenspiel, Doktor Glockenspiel. Und I vould like for to talk to you!" He said with a smile. "Give us a tune Doc!" A man's voice shouted out. "Oh yes, ha-ha, I haven't heard that one for, oh funt mineuten. Goodbye Herr Robinson!" The Doktor made a gesture and the offending wit was dragged away from the group. "I am here for a serious reason, if you vish to make fun of me then there is nothing more we will do! However if you listen to me then ve vill each other happy make, Ja!" "Herr Doktor, what exactly do you mean?" A man asked. The Doctor smiled, "Gud, a question that intelligent is! Thank you Herr Jackson, please study these models closely, tell me what do you notice?" Doktor Glockenspiel stepped back. He listened as the people started touching and inspecting the manikins, "The skin feels so real ... hey this one's warm to the touch ... My god! This one blinked and it breathing! ... Hey this girl's anatomically correct, even down to the pubic hair!" One man turned to the Doktor, "What are these? Animatronics? Doctor?" Glockenspiel shook his head, "Nien, that is not my working. I a chemist am being. No Herr Wilkinson that is not the answer." One woman had taken the pants and undershorts off one of the male manikins, "Good grief, this one's becoming erect! You'd almost think it was real!" She exclaimed at which the doctor started giggling. "Ja, ja that is it! They are really what they seem to be, children!" He said and laughed at the looks he received. "As I said, I am a Chemist! What you are touching are children taken from the streets and brought here to test my latest solution!" "What? But they ... You mean this is ... Do they know what is happening to them Doctor?" the babble of voices cover each other, but the last is clearly heard. "Ja, sorry yes, they are aware of what is happening to them, but they cannot move or even scream out, it's a way of ensuring that they obey orders." Glockenspiel said with a smile on his lips. "So what can we do with them?" A man asked. "You have to ask me this? very well then ... Madam Smythe you have a range of clothing that you need modelled by actual children, not the anorexic waifs that the agencies tend to send you, and then there's the extras that your clothing have inside them, the extras that the models use not. Now a chance you have of showing the attachments without all that unnecessary fuss that those stupid models make!” Glockenspiel said with a laugh. Madam Smythe, designer of children’s clothing nodded, there had been times when her kinderslut costumes had to be altered to have the anal-plugs removed from the boys’ shorts and the dildo’s from the girl’s leotards. “It’s true, a whole line had to be altered, and it completely ruined the full effect.” She said as she checked out an eleven year old girl closely. “That’s all well and good Doktor, but how does this help me?” A dark skinned man asked. “But Herr Doncaster I think this potion will be of great help to you, just think a whole park of kinder, just waiting for your to give your orders to.” Glockenspiel said his smile getting broader. Mike Doncaster looked back at the doctor, “But I thought all it did was to make statues out of the cunts?” He said. The Doctor shook his head, “Vat gave you that idea? Nien, these are here as they have been told to be. But with a command like … Dance!” Glockenspiel said and immediately all the manikins began dancing, some of them were not very good but they all tried the same steps. The group of people stood back in shock as the previously static children were now moving. “You vill smile!” Glockenspiel ordered and the dancing children plastered a wide smile on their faces, although their eyes showed their fear. Glockenspiel turned to his invited group, “Un so they will dance, and they will keep dancing because I order it had. They will keep dancing until they cannot dance anymore but they will not stop, it is like that story of the dancing shoes Ja?” - - - - - - - - - - One person kept his eye on a small 10 year-old girl who was starting to pant as she tried to follow the movements that had been programmed into her. “You mean they’ll keep on until they die?” He asked, “That’s a shame, I could do so much with this one.” He added. “Vell just tell her and she’ll do vat you vant.” Glockenspiel said. The man gave a ferial smile and turned to the girl, “Stop right there sweet thang!” he said and the girl stopped, her eyes now unseeing but her breathing was fast and shallow. “Nice, very nice. How old are ya?” He asked her “10, master.” She said. “You must be hot in them there clothes darlin’, why dontcha get rid of them?” The man told her. Still unseeing the girl started to undress while the others kept dancing as they had been ordered, their state un-noticed as everyone was now watching the young girl. She removed her knickers finally and stood still, arms by her side, looking straight ahead. The man walked around her taking in her small frame, her budding breasts and almost unbroken slit of her cunt. “Hey gal, you a virgin?” The man asked her. This time the girl’s brow furrowed as she tried to think. “I don’t understand sir.” She said. The man hit her, “Hell gal, have you had a cock up your little cunt before?” He asked her a bit angry now. She shook her head, “No sir, I’ve never seen a cock.” She said but her stance never altered. The man looked at Glockenspiel, “Is she shitting me man?” He asked. The Doctor shook his head, “Nien, she is telling you the truth, my drug will not allow her to do otherwise. Un you vill notice that these others have taken no notice of you.” He indicated the group of children still dancing. One fat boy started to shake as he danced and then he fell to the floor, his legs still moving, Glockenspiel just watched as the boy’s face, currently bright red became purple and then he gave a gasp and went still. A woman gasped at this, but Glockenspiel shook his head, “They have no knowledge of how they shorten their lives vith their disgusting eating habits.” He said und so they die sooner. Take that one avay.” He ordered his minions who dragged the unconscious boy out of the room. The attention was now returned to the man with the girl as the dancing group were ordered to stop. “Okay gal, you say you’re a virgin. I don’t like that! Take you hand and suck on ya fingers, make them nice and wet.” The girl almost pushed her whole hand into her mouth in an effort to follow his orders. “Now girl take your middle finger and push it up into your little cunt there, that space between your legs.” He ordered her. Without emotion the girl brought her hand down to her little pussy and extended her middle finger, pushing it slowly up into her pussy, sweat beginning to show on her face now. “No gal, not like that, really ram it up inside ya.” The man ordered. The girl pulled her finger almost completely out of her pussy and then pushed roughly up. Drops of red blood began oozing out of her pussy. “Naw not good enough gal, do it again!” The man ordered the girl who viciously stabbed her finger out and in again. “Keep on like that gal.” and like the automation she was the girl did as she was told. After a few minutes she was ordered to add another finger, then another and another until she had her whole hand inside and was fisting her own pussy like a seasoned oriental whore. The man watched the girl closely and could see the pain being reflected in her eyes. “Enough gal, I’ll take you properly later.” He said to her and she removed her hand to stand still with her arms by her side, her right hand seemingly coated with blood. “Herr Rodgers, you realise that she may be damaged inside?” Glockenspiel asked the man. “Hell, I don’t care, at least my cock’s gonna fit her now.” Rodgers said, “Okay doc. I’m in, how much does this stuff cost?” “You don’t want to see more?” The Doctor asked him. “Naw Doc, if some bitch is going to do that to herself I wanna find out how a whole school would act!” “Vell the cost is a great deal, but ve can vork out something, the formula can be in a mist or as an additive to liquid drinks. Something that you Herr Foster can introduce into your canning plant, a special stock for a small town, consider it, a whole town for you to order and use?” The 50 year old man considered this, “But what’s to prevent us from being infected with this stuff?” He asked. Glockenspiel smiled, “Vell of course there the risk is! But the antidote ve have. Also for a price.” “Of course, how long does this stuff last for?” The man asked. “Another intelligent question, gud. The formula for 24 hours works, if you repeat the dosage then it will last another 24 hours, the amount you purchase will be for as long as you need it, und you can more order online.” Glockenspiel smiled and indicated a computer screen showing a web page – ‘ Glockenspiel’s pharmaceutical products. ’ was displayed at the top of the page. - - - - - - - - - - A worried looking man ran to Glockenspiel and whispered into his ear, “Ach! Ja. Gentlemen und ladies I would ask you to take a drink of water that my men are passing around. Do not vorry I also am drinking it.” A team of people were circulating the group with a pitcher of water and several glasses, at the hesitation of the group all the teams poured a glass and drank it in front of the group as a glass was handed to Glockenspiel. Slightly reassured the remainder took a careful sip of the water and then a deeper draught. The Doctor nodded. “Gut. Kinder? Redress und then - country songs.” He said, again this was a prepared command, along the floor a white mist began to form and seemed to take up the whole of the floor. Chairs were brought out and placed for the group to sit in and the children lined up. They started to sing away and were into the second song when the warehouse door was opened and a Swat team spilled into the warehouse. “Alright you bunch of per-verts. This is the police I want you all to stay where you are.” The bullhorn voice of an officer sounded throughout the warehouse. Glockenspiel looked up and began to shout back, “What is this! Why have you interrupted this recital?” He demanded – his German accent being lost now. The Captain of the swat team entered the room, his movements disturbing the white mist, pushing it up in front of him. “Oh no you don’t, we’ve been told that there’s a group of paedophiles here and we’re going to deal with you.” He said. Glockenspiel shook his head. “No, no this is a County and Western recital, you want to listen to our choir?” he asked. The Captain took a deep breath and then his expression changed, “We … want … to … listen … to … the … choir.” He agreed. “Hey Captain are you alright?” an officer asked him and then his expression changed, in fact all the officers seemed to lose interest in the scene before them. “Gentlemen your guns you vill drop?” Glockenspiel ordered and the group looked on as each police officer let go of their weapons allowing them to fall to the ground. Glockenspiel nodded to himself, “You see that the antidote can be quickly administered and protects the user from the solution. Also that it can be induced as a gas; there is no limit to the age of the person affected.” He walked to the captain who was now just standing. “Now Captain, you will report that there was nothing going on, but that you have received a report of a gunfight nearby and are going to investigate.” The captain saluted and left the warehouse. “You, Police. Vill your weapons pick up and follow your captain. Vhen you get to a deserted place you vill kill each other, the one who is left vill then shoot himself. You understand?” He asked the swat team who all nodded their heads. “Gut, now go!” He ordered. The swat team quickly picked up their weapons and holstered them before leaving the warehouse. Glockenspiel turned to the group of visitors. “Und now I suggest you decide if you vant to buy my product?” he asked. The demand was above expectation, the added noise of a gun-battle sounding nearby added to the panic of the group wanting to buy and to lleave. There was also extras as some of the children, including the 10 year-old were taken by the buyers. When the warehouse was empty Glockenspiel rubbed his hands together. “Gut, ve have done our best here, vhere the next country is?” He asked a young woman who handed him a clipboard. “Herr Doktor, we have agents in Australia who indicate they are ready for the meeting, we have the necessary items in stock there, and some of them are already being programmed. We should be there in three days.” - - - - - - - - - - Three days later a small, but select group of people were invited to a warehouse in Sydney, they looked at the manikins standing on plinths, almost human in their look. On a nearby table were newspapers, in one the headline was ‘SWAT TEAM AMBUSHED, NO SURVIVIORS!’ and then other papers described how whole neighbourhoods seemed to be affected by a strange bug, young teenagers and children were reported missing with no clues. One paper described how an entire town had decided to change it’s laws on the age of consent, after a meeting of the town fathers. “Ah Gud Evening, My name is Doktor Glockenspiel, and I vant to interest you in my product . . .” another sale was underway. |