Barbie Girl

   Frustrated

   Author's Note: This is my first mc story, though I hope to write many
more; I have a few interesting ones in the works.  I would appreciate any
comments or criticism.  My e-mail is frustrateddoublehelix@gmail.com,
please drop me a line.  Oh, and all the normal warnings apply, and you may
copy this story only if I gave you my express permission, and my name must
go with it, no copying for your own profit, only for mine, blah blah blah;
e-mail me about it.  Enjoy.

   I know it's perverse, but I enjoy watching their faces glaze over.  I
put those snooty and snarky and steely girls under, and when they surface,
nothing but slut is left.  Jessica was my most recent; I met her at the
mall.

   The slim, flat-chested brunette talking on a cell-phone and nervously
pacing in front of a department store glanced at me.

   "Excuse me miss, are you alright?"

   "Oh, yes," she said, "I'm just trying to get my friend on the line, she
hasn't shown up yet."

   "What does your friend look like?"

   "Oh, she's--she'll show up."

   "Maybe I could help you look."

   "No thanks." She was mistrustful of strangers.  That could be cured.  I
started to stretch one hand out towards her, and then stopped when I saw
the looks several passers-by were giving me.  It would have to be less
public...

   "Well, I'll be inside the store if you want to find me."

   "Uh, thanks anyway."

   She dialed another call and I headed into the store.  I lingered near
the door for a while, and then made my rounds of the counters.  As the
minutes passed and it became less and less likely that the girl would ask
me for help, I started choosing my path randomly, winding my way into the
depths of the store.  I ended up near an outside exit.

   "Oh, mister?" There was a tap on my shoulder.  I turned to look at the
curvaceous girl in jeans and a pink pea-coat.  "Have you seen my friend? 
She was supposed to be here."

   "I'm sorry, I don't think so."

   "Ugh, bastard," she said under her breath.  I forgot the other girl;
this one needed some manners.  She also had a better base to work off of.

   "Well, you're not giving me much to go on here.  What does she look
like?"

   "She's wearing a black coat.  Brown hair.  Short." She spat every word
with contempt and a sort of hiss.

   "I might have seen her," I said, as if remembering something difficult,
"Yes!  I have seen her."

   "Where?"

   "I don't know if I should tell you after you've been so rude to me, as
you were obviously rude to her."

   "I have no idea what you're talking about.  Whatever, I'll find her."
She turned to go.  She needed to learn some manners.

   "You won't.  She was leaving.  I saw her in the parking lot, getting
into a car.  She said that her friend was a bitch she never wanted to see
again."

   "What?"

   "I assume that the bitch would be you."

   "I am not a bitch.  That whore!"

   "I could probably take you to her; she couldn't have gotten far in all
this traffic.  You could sit in the passenger seat and point out her car
and when you find it, I'll follow her."

   The girl was almost mad enough to shoot flames out of her ears, but she
was still wary enough not to take the bait.

   "Uh, no, I don't get in cars with creepy weirdoes."

   I had been afraid of that.  I jabbed her quickly in the finger she was
holding up in a rather rude position with my sharpened ring finger.  It was
laced with epineaoxydrine; it would induce an immediate, yet fleeting
disorientation.

   "Ow!  Wha?" Her pupils dilated and then contracted.  She stumbled, and I
quickly took her elbow.

   "Come on now, we're going to go out to my car."

   "Oh...kay..." she mumbled.  Her head swayed like a tree on a windy day.

   I kept my hold on her as we walked out of the mall and through the
parking lot.  She was regaining her purpose as we reached my car.

   "Huh?  What's going on?"

   "You're extremely mad at your friend for ditching you.  You want to get
in my car so that we can go after her."

   "Ok." I could see her eyes clear, and then re-cloud in anger.  She
reached out her hand to grab the door-handle, and then she paused.  "Wait.
Don't I have my own car?  Why would I go with you?"

   I hit the beeper button on my key ring and then the special button. 
Hopefully she was still suggestable enough for this to work.

   "Just get in, she's getting away." She opened her door meekly and got in
and crossed her legs.  The seat-belts automatically enclosed both of us
when I started the car.

   "Ouch!  This stupid thing pinched me."

   "It does that sometimes, don't mind it; the pain will go away in a
second." This was noreathathol, a mix of my own.  It was a slower-acting
drug, but hopefully it would get her all the way back to the house.

   *...  "Hiya Barbie"...  "Hi Ken!"...  "Wanna go for a ride?"...  "Sure
Ken!"...*

   She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and I quickly snapped off
the stereo.

   I maneuvered my black, compact car around the lot and merged into
traffic.  I was not being quick enough for my passenger, who was getting
more frustrated by the second.

   "I don't see her car.  Where is she?"

   "I don't know what it looks like."

   "Um, that red one, that looks like it."

   "Is it hers?"

   "I don't know."

   "Alright then, I'll follow it." It was going in the right direction.

   I followed the car down several highway exits and then onto a state
road, where I "lost" it when it turned off.  I went one more exit and did
the same.

   I stole glances at the livid girl in the passenger seat; her long, dark
hair ran straight down her back, brushing her high cheek-bones almost
delicately.  Her stiletto-heeled boots tapped impatiently on the floor.

   I pretended to be following another red car when she asked if I knew
where I was going.  She sounded extremely skeptical, but she was still
angry.  Of course I knew where I was going.

   We pulled up to my apartment building a few minutes later.  By now the
noreathathol from the seatbelt poke was starting to take effect, so she
didn't object when I took her arm and guided her up three flights of stairs
and into my apartment, or when I bolted the door behind us.

   "Please, sit down." I pointed to the green armchair in the very center
of the room.  It was not a question.

   She took off her coat and purse, set them down, and complied.

   "You may wonder why I've brought you here."

   "Yes..." The drug was giving her a warm, leaden feeling; she couldn't
move very well but she was still aware.

   I massaged her shoulders, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

   "You've been a nasty-hearted bitch, and I'm going to cure you of that."

   "I'm...not a....bitch," she said with great effort.

   "Oh yes you are.  You left your friend stranded at the mall.  She was
worried sick about you, and you showed up so late it's a wonder the girl
hadn't already left."

   "I...was just...playing...she's a..."

   "She's a nice girl.  But you're a mean girl.  You're rude to strangers
and friends alike.  You need to be cured of your nasty habits."

   "I'm...fine," she gritted.

   "Oh, you will be." I moved my hands down off her shoulders and slid them
to the back of the chair.  I removed the cover to the panel and hit the
power button.

   To the untrained eye, the apparatus in the back of the chair looked like
an expensive stereo.  Playing music was one of its functions, but that was
later.  I pressed a small blue switch and the restraints locked her arms
and waist onto the chair.

   "Now," I said, rubbing my hands together, "Let us begin." I pulled the
remote out of its niche and spun the chair around so that its occupant
faced me.  "What is your name?"

   "Jessica." I picked up her purse from the floor and leafed through it
until I found a driver's license.

   "Good girl, you told the truth.  The truth is rewarded." I pressed the
green button on the remote.  She let out a little moan of pleasure.  I
pressed the button again and the pleasure stopped.

   "The truth is good," I said, giving the button two quick taps, "but that
wasn't reality."

   "Of course it's reality, my name is Jessica."

   "Hmm, the drugs must be fading out," I thought, "she can speak
normally."

   "No.  Your name is truthfully Jessica, nominally Jessica, but in
reality, you are Jessi."

   "I hate that name, never call me Jessi!  No one calls me Jessi and gets
away with it!"

   "Your name may legally be Jessica, but everyone calls you Jessi.  You
call yourself Jessi.  Your name is truthfully Jessica, but in reality, you
are Jessi." The drugs didn't allow for much sense of paradox; she went
cross-eyed and started jabbering in fear.

   I pressed the purple button, and held it down for ten seconds.  She
blacked out.  Time for phase two.

   She was out for about five minutes, which was ample time for me to
choose the programs I wanted from the chair's menu.

   When she showed signs of coming to consciousness, I went over to the
cabinet on the far wall and slipped a very special CD from its case.  I put
it into the slot in the back of the chair and hit play.

   *...  "Hiya Barbie"...  "Hi Ken!"...  "Wanna go for a ride?"...  "Sure
Ken!"...*

   Jessica woke up and spat around the gag in her mouth.

   "You don't like this song?  Don't worry, we'll fix that." She spat
again. I frowned.  "As well as some other things.  Especially that attitude
of yours.  Girls like you should never spit." I pressed the black button on
the remote, the one embossed with the curvy letter "B." The chair started
to vibrate and the headphones closed over her ears.  It would provide her a
more...intimate...link to the song, as well as pump the subliminals
directly into her brain.

   For the first time, her eyes showed fear.  She had realized that I was
serious, that I could make good my boasts.  I walked around so that I could
stare directly into her eyes.  She tried to speak, to scream, to cry, but
it was muffled by the gag.  I took it out, savoring the pure fear and
hatred in her eyes.

   "Ah, my sweet.  Enjoy the smell of freedom; it's not coming back." *I'm
a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world*

   "What are you doing to me mister, please, please let me go, why are you
doing this?"

   I didn't bother to answer.

   At this stage, she could feel the commands the subliminals were giving
her; "I am a silly Barbie girl, living in my Barbie world.  Ken is a man.
Ken knows best.  I will obey Ken.  I love Ken.  I am Ken's to use, because
I am a silly Barbie Girl, living in my Barbie World."

   In a few minutes, she would feel her old self slipping away, feel
Jessica recede into Jessi.  Jessica's rather limited intelligence would be
truncated along with the c and a from her name, to be replaced with pink
frosting.  I went and got a beer.

   *Life in plastic, it's fantastic!  You can brush my hair, undress me
everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on Barbie, let's go
party!*

   I nursed it along for the next hour, watching the truth vibrated into
Jessica.  I craned my head forward to catch that little gasp as the dildos
extended from the chair...  "I am a silly Barbie Girl, living in my Barbie
World.  I love to get fucked, especially by Ken.  Cocks fill me and give me
pleasure, so I must pleasure them back.  I love to feel cocks in my pussy,
my ass, between my tits, in my hands, and in my mouth.  I am a silly Barbie
Girl, living in my Barbie World..." I got up, went to the cabinet, and put
the third one in her mouth myself.  I could have built the chair to do it,
but I enjoy the personal touch...  "I am a silly Barbie Girl, living in my
Barbie World.  I love cocks, especially Ken's cock.  Cocks fill me and give
me pleasure, so I must pleasure them back.  I love sucking cocks.  I love
to feel them in my throat.  I love to swallow cum.  Cum tastes delicious. I
can't get enough cum.  I am a silly Barbie Girl, living in my Barbie
World..."

   The chair was amazing enough in itself.  I had picked it up at a yard
sale.  It had been just an empty, rotting hull of a lounger.  I had had it
recovered and puttered around with it for a few years until I got it right.


   A few minutes later, Jessi happily sucking away, the chair tilted back
into the lounge position.  I hit the white button; her breasts were 36D for
sure, and she looked like she was in pretty good shape, with long slender
legs and toned abs, but she could use some liposuction and of course,
collagen for the lips, maybe wider hips, and definitely a dye job.  The
white button started the previously chosen programs I had chosen for her
when she was blacked out.

   *I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your
creation*

   The bits of the chair that preformed the plastic surgery extended and
started busily cutting and filling.  Always having been fascinated with
this part, I went over to the chair and looked down on Jessi.  I had
programmed the chair directly from the internet, not being a surgeon
myself. I watched the mechanical arms fill out her breasts, take out fat
here and especially there, and inject her lips to make them full and pouty.

   Very delicately, more arms extended from the head of the chair and began
their next operations.

   Jessi's eyes were blank; it was as if she were a sponge in a coma,
soaking up everything the subliminals were giving her to learn.  This part
of the procedure invoked the most intense learning because the chair was
also pumping her with painkillers and hormones to heal quickly, which
kicked out a lot of brain activity.  I knew this next part would take a
while and that the chair could handle it by itself.  I decided to go have
some dinner and catch a late movie.

   The door to the semi-empty apartment clicked shut, locked from the
outside...  "I am a silly Barbie Girl, living in my Barbie World.  I will
obey Ken.  Ken is a man and I am just a silly Barbie girl.  I love to
giggle and jiggle my titties.  Men like to look at me so I will dress to
show off my hot body.  I am a silly Barbie Girl, living in my Barbie
World..."

   *I'm a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world Dress me up, make it
tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in
pink, Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...  You can touch, you can
play, if you say: "I'm always yours"*

   I got back in around eleven and threw my jacket on the couch.  I glanced
at the chair; it had released her.  Jessi was now sleeping, the last of the
subliminals cementing her new personality.  Her face was glazed,
emotionless.  Another half hour ought to do it; I had another beer and
watched some TV.

   When I looked up and realized it was past eleven thirty, I clicked off
the set and walked over to my newest creation.

   "Jessi?" I asked.  She opened her eyes.  When they focused, her face lit
up in a huge smile.

   "Yes sir?"

   "Go get dressed.  There are some clothes laid out for you on the bed."

   "Ok!" She leaped off the chair and went into the bedroom, dancing to the
song playing over and over in her head.

   *Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please I can act like a
star, I can beg on my knees Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,
Hit the town, fool around, let's go party You can touch, you can play, if
you say: "I'm always yours" You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm
always yours"*

   "Do you want to beg, Jessi girl?"

   "O0o, yes, if you want Jessi to."

   "That won't be necessary quite yet.  Come in here, Jessi."

   I smiled as she bounced in, resplendent.  Her legs were long and smooth,
and looked even better thanks to the cork-soled pink sandals.  Her neon
pink skirt came down just barely to the end of her ass, and the matching
shirt was tight around her newly firmed chest.  She saw me looking and did
a little spin-around.

   *Come on Barbie, let's go party!*

   There was still time.

   "Jessi girl, get on your knees and suck my cock."

   She gave a squeal and dove for my zipper.  I took a step back.  She
looked up at me with a confused pout, pushing out her puffy lips and
tilting her head.  I took a few more steps back and sat down on the couch.
I extended one finger towards her, and made a "come here" gesture.

   Jessi jumped up and leaped into the air like a cheerleader, squealing
and clapping her hands, and then skipped across the room with the air of a
lottery winner.

   She descended on my groin, trying to get my stiffening cock out of my
pants as fast as she could.  I looked at her.  She looked up at me coyly,
licking her puffy lips and descending slowly.  I pushed her head down.  All
the way down.  She let out a muffled yelp as her nose smashed into my
pelvis.

   *Come on Barbie, let's go party!*

   There was a ring.  I held her head down as I reached across to the table
and picked up the phone.

   "Hello?  Yes, I have her.  I'm looking right at her." I looked down to
where Jessi's mouth formed a cute "o" around me.  I let go of her head and
she began bobbing up and down frantically.  "Yes, she took to it quite
well. Hmm?  No, not this time.  At the mall." Her tongue began working,
sliding up and down the sides of my cock and sweeping delicately over the
head.  I shivered as she took the whole thing back into her mouth and down
her throat.  I'll wager she couldn't do that a few hours ago.  "Well, you
know hunting the same ground more than once is risky.  Don't worry.  It
won't happen this time.  Guaranteed.  She was on the house, and so is this
one.  I value your patronage, you know that." I grabbed Jessi's hair and
wound it around my palm.  "Cock?  She loves it.  Yes.  Yes right now.  Yes,
I know what Allyson's problem--alright, I'll...perform the...  tests.  See
you in an hour.  Yes.  Bye."

   I looked down at Jessi.  She had a look of pure ecstasy on her face. 
I'm sure I did too; she had formed a vacuum seal with her mouth and was
jacking my cock off with her mouth.

   "Up." I shook her off of my lap.  She got that confused look again as
she stumbled back onto the floor, her legs splayed.  I could see the little
pink flowered thong she was wearing, and everything behind it.  I pointed
her to the couch.  "Bend over.  We have to check you Jessi girl, to make
sure you're not inferior merchandise.  It's quality control, and I'm the
inspector."

   *Come on Barbie, let's go party!*

   She giggled and wriggled her behind at me and I gave it a light smack,
before sliding my cock home into her tight, pulsating pussy.  She was wet,
oh she was wet, like the ocean.  As soon as I slid inside, she came in
waves.  Her undulations massaged my prick, and I started sliding in and
out. I grabbed her hips and started pistoning, setting off sensations in
both of us.  She started gasping, little high-pitched spasms of air being
forced from her lungs on each thrust.

   "Oh!  Oh yes, fuck your silly Jessi girl!  Jessi is such a Barbie girl,
such a slut!  Cum inside your slutty plastic toy!"

   With a grunt, I came, shooting ropes of cum inside her.  She started
cumming again, but I pulled out and spun her around.

   "Clean it, slut.  It's not about your pleasure.  That is your pleasure."

   *Come on Barbie, let's go party!*

   She sobered up enough to drop to her knees and suck until I was clean.
"Go clean off the carpet, you're a disgusting mess.  And go take a shower
and fix your face.  I don't want you looking like garbage." She ran off to
do my bidding.  I went and got the paper and read some of the business
articles.

   Jessi reported back a half hour later with a giggle.  The doorbell rang.
"Right on time, Jessi girl.  Go open the door." She leaped up, flashing her
ass, and clacked over to the door on her five-inch pink jelly sandals.

   "Hello, Henderson." I looked up from my paper.

   "Hello Baderson."

   "I didn't bring any money." Baderson was always right to the point.

   "Like I said, this one is on the house, and she's worth more than your
original purchase.  Any future models you will be paying for."

   "Yeah, yeah.  Hurry it up, Molly's waiting in the car."

   "Alright.  Jessi Girl, show off for Mr.  Baderson."

   She giggled and did a 360, and then danced to the music in her head. 
She gyrated her hips, played with her nipples, and flashed her skeptical
audience for a full two minutes.

   "Ok," he said.  He snapped his gum.  "She looks ok.  But let me tell
you," he said, pointing at me with his beefy forefinger, "If this one goes
berserk like that last one, you will be paying."

   "I promise you, I tested her thoroughly.  Nothing of the kind will
happen this time.  That other one was just a prototype." I didn't bother to
point out that even he was not so stupid as to complain to an officer of
the law about an inferior-quality live sex-toy.  He had no power over me
and he knew it.

   "Ok girl, let's go." He snapped his gum again and started pulling on
Jessi's arm.  She resisted.  "What the fuck do you mean, no problems?  Is
this some kind of a joke?  Because if it is-"

   I sighed.  You would think he would know better by this time.  "She has
to be imprinted first."

   "Oh yeah.  How?"

   "I'll do it." I turned to her.  "Jessi Girl."

   "Yes?"

   "Do you see that man?"

   "Yes."

   "That man is Ken.  Who is he Jessi Girl?"

   "He's Ken.  He's Ken!" she let out with a delighted shriek and clung to
Baderson.

   "She's all yours."

   "Ok, if this one works out, I'll call you again in about a month."

   I gave a nod.

   "Come on Jessi Girl," he said.

   "Oh Ken, of course, Ken!  I'm all yours!" Jessi, the former brunette
bitch from the South Street Mall, was now stuck like ABC gum to a balding
stockbroker at least twenty years her senior, someone she would never have
given the time of day to this very afternoon.  All of that would be just a
silly dream to her now.

   "Let's go, Barbie." He slapped her on the ass and led her down the
stairs and out to his car.  I could hear him telling her to blow him, and
then the screech of tires.  I really wished he would be more discrete.  If
only he wasn't such a good customer...

   *"Oh, I'm having so much fun!" "Well Barbie, we're just getting started"
"Oh, I love you Ken!"*

   I took a couple of aspirin and went to bed.
   
