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A Computer Story

By Kaereni 

Forward: This story was edited by several other authors. Each one put their own little spin on it till what was left on longer was anywhere close to what I started with. The original story was Pain and Pleasure. 



It had been a great week at the beach, but, it was better to be home again. I sit at the computer and power it up. Its amazing how much mail one girl can get in a week I think to myself as I sort through the spam waiting for my pet to come online. I read her journal entry’s for each day making sure she has been a good girl and smile at her wordplay. Finally after what seems like forever she comes on. “Love! *Pulls you close and kisses you deeply before letting you kneel at my feet*” I write to her in chat. “Mmmmm *kissing you back before kneeling and resting my head against your leg and lap*,” Susan replies. I smile and close my eyes almost feeling her there against my legs. “Your late pet. ” I say in reply and know I will get something about the cat needing in or our or some such. We chat back and forth with little snuggles and cuddles while I tell her all about camping on the beach. “Oh… I wrote the final chapter of the Dark Barbie saga” I tell her. “You will love it.. in the end everyone has gone to the dark side including the heroine” I can see her face in my mind as she reads it. After about five minutes Susan replies, “What? The bad guy wins? But but.. ?” I giggle letting her squirm a bit before sending, “Only joking baby What really happens is in the end Carrie turns away from evil and defeats Barbie on her own turf.” Susan writes back, “mistress... you stinker… When can I see it?” I smile and sit back to think a min before replying, “I think it will probably take me a..” When out of the blue my hands type "THE GAME HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH!!!" Susan types back, "What do you mean mistress?" I reply "Don't know but lets run with it and see where it goes. This could be interesting. " I take a breath and then type, “I look around to see who is moving and sending messages through me and see no one there. Come out come out who ever is there…. ” Susan replies via her computer, “ I wait with bated breath to see what new game my mistress wants to play with her pet tonight.” My hands move on their own violation as they type, “Barbie reaches through the screen and says JOIN ME NOW." 

The world spins and I feel I feel myself drawn through the computer and into a darkened room. Looking around I see Susan looking around also. This is odd I think to myself and close my eyes. I can’t feel the chair I'm sitting on, nor the keyboard under my fingers. Reopening my eyes I am back in the room, I look around and I move toward Susan and say, "Sue? Pet is that you?" She looks at me and says, "What's going on? Did you do this?" I move to her and reply, "This is way too weird for words. But at least we get to snuggle and play." I move to her and give her a hug and loving kiss. It is only then that I realize that nether one of us have any clothes on. Hearing a voice from behind us coming from a darkened part of the room we break apart and peer into the gloom side by side. "How sweet" the voice rasps.

I call out "Who are you?" just as Susan asks, "How did you bring me here?" She turns to me and says, "Mistress, I don't like this game." I step toward the gloom saying, "Come on show yourself" A woman moves into the light. She has long blond hair pulled back into a bun, ice blue eyes and is wearing severe makeup. Her body is covered with a body suit that seems to look as if it was painted on her using black paint leaving nothing but her head uncovered, around her waist is a black latex pencil skirt that comes to just above her knees. On her feet are the tallest heals I have ever seen, they must be 6" high. She walks forward, her heels making a steady clicking sound on the floor. In her right hand is a riding crop and as she walks towards us she taps it against her left hand in time with her footsteps. As she moves more into the light I recognize her. 

"Your not real... I created you so I would have a villain in my stories. Who are you really?” I say anger in my voice. “Why Karen. You of all people should know me.” she answers. I move towards her and she raises a hand and I am frozen in place. It’s as if my arms and legs have gone to sleep on me. They are all numb and tingly feeling. “You would think that after all these years you would remember your Barbie Doll.” My heart hammers as the memory I had repressed comes flooding back. “Oh my god its… NO… it cant be… your dead.” The words come out without me releasing it. I stood frozen and helpless facing the one person who had once made me run away from everyone I knew. A new name, new life, happiness and control and now all on the verge of being lost now that SHE is standing before me. 

But I couldn’t just give up all that I had achieved, Without realizing it I had opened the door and invited my rival into my house by reinventing her for my stories. But if I had someone brought her back there had to be a way of undoing the damage. There just had to be. Oh god what would she do if I couldn’t resist her. I had spent twenty years hiding keeping a low profile ever since the night the coven had died in the fire. “I left that all behind me Barbie. You can’t be here I have a new life now, a life where I am in control. You can’t take that from me, not again, not again!” I say. 

“Don’t worry Karen, you cant kill me again." Barbie says her voice like that of something made from pure evil. “He brought me back,” she says and breaks into laughter. 

Driving deep within me I struggle to mount my defense “Our father who...” I start and then hear her laughter. 

“Sorry bitch but you damned yourself long ago… he won’t listen to you now.”

Susan looks at me, fear and incomprehension filling her face "Mistress, I don't like this story, I want to stop now." as she backs up. Barbie looks at her and waves an arm in her direction and I can see that Susan is also frozen in place. 

"So this is your little pet slave." says Barbie in an admiring tone as she walks up to her and starts to caress and slides a finger over Sue's flower and clit massaging it. Her hand wraps around Susan’s neck and pulls her forward kissing her hard as she excites my pet. “Hmmm you always did have good taste in your playthings Karen. Should I make her mine? Do you think her obedience and love for you will save her from me?” 

"Leave your grubby paws off my pet" I scream, my face red and flushed with anger as I realize with horror what is about to happen. My sweet defenseless Susan, my love, my slave, love and obedience are the surest defenses against such evil but against Barbie? I pray inside for the strength to resist. With all my might I channel my love and desire for obedience into my lovely slave, fortifying her for the trial to come. 

Barbie looks over at me with a knowing mocking grin and then goes back to kissing and nuzzling Susan as if I were not there. I see her resist growing still as her obedience and training take hold. But Barbie is a creation of pure lust and desire. Her hands like the touch of pure fire … I remember and feel my own resolve weaken as I see her exquisite for melded against my loyal slave’s sweet body. I pray, I hope but after a moment I head a moan coming from my pet and see her body betray her as I feel a part of me die. 

Barbie stops and then walks around looking at Susan, "pitiful excuse for training" she says coming back to the front. She starts to hyperventilate and I see Barbie's hand flash out to slap her. I see the redness rise on Sue's face in the shape of a palm print and am unable to hear what Barbie is saying to Susan. But, whatever it is, causes Susan to blanch and turn pale and she nods a small little nod. Barbie takes Sue's hand and moves it to between her legs and says, "Cum." Susan looks at me with tears falling, her eyes begging forgiveness as her hand movies against her flower. But even her tears can’t hid the growing lust and desire for this hellspawn creation that is burning within her as the lust for obedience to Barbie grows in her eyes. 

It is a spell, the curse of this creation which I know only too well. A power that I was able to break once before but it was so long ago. Still I must try.

"Hey Bitch!" I yell out at Barbie. She turns towards me and I continue, "Why don't you pick on someone else. Leave my pet alone. You have a problem with me? Fine! Send her back and you and I will settle this between us." 

She walks over to me and says is a cold and cutting voice, "Big talk for someone who can’t move. You always were feisty, and you should know I hate feisty!!" She then raises the crop and swings hitting me across the rear. As it hit it felt as if she had taken a knife and laid me open with it. Screaming I let loose with a string of words that would have made a longshoreman blush. My discussion on her heritage, cut short by even more strikes across my rear. 

"Are you stupid Karen or just slow?" Taking the crop and tapping my lips with it she says, "Every time you say something I don't like you can guess what will happen." I look at her with hate and murder in my eyes and tell her to fuck herself. She starts swinging wildly and my life becomes one pain filled blear and I feel strikes hitting my legs, belly, rear, hips, and across my breasts. 

Dimly I hear Susan screaming "Stop it! You’ll kill her!” Barbie stops and looks at Susan and says, "Did I tell you to speak?" Susan says in a small voice, "no mistress" Hearing her say those two words breaks my heart. Crying I look at her and say "I'm sorry pet to drag you into this." she looks at me with tear filled eyes and mouths, "Please be good." 

I give a small nod and close my eyes. Barbie takes my chin between a latex covered forefinger and thumb and turning my head back to her, "Did I tell you to turn away?" 

I look deep into her perfect blue eyes and feel my resistance melting as one by one, my barriers so long and carefully constructed are breached. I feel the beginnings of desire to submit, so foreign and alien to me growing within my heart, my very soul. I know what is happening, I know what Mistress Barbie wants of me and what will happen if I give it. What will happen to me, what will happen to Susan.

I have to resist, must spit this compulsion back in her face but ….. "No" I answered in a small and quiet voice hating myself but unable to do otherwise as the strange joy of obedience to this creature washes over me. She turns to Susan and says, "I see your Mistress is learning" the word mistress spoken with scorn. 

My mind reels with the term. “Mistress” I feel somehow as if it no longer belongs to me as if it is alien somehow to my very being. I feel the joy of absolute servitude grow within me , but no. I am a mistress, I am in control and I will not be denied like this … but if Barbie would just look at me with approval it would be so much easier.

She turns and walks off into the darkness. All I can see is a little movement and hear the steady clicking sound of her heals as Barbie moves around. She comes back carrying a bundle of black latex and drops it in front of Susan. “I could just wave my hand and turn you two into my slaves.” Barbie makes a waving motion with her crop and Sue drops to her knees and starts kissing her foot and shoe. Barbie looks at me and smiles and says, “You may worship my feet slave.” I feel myself drop on to all fours and hurry crawl over to her. Inside I am raging as for all outward appearances I am the perfect model of a good pet, kissing, and licking at her shoe and latex covered leg. “Look at me,” Barbie commands and I look up at her the hated burning bright in my eyes. “I can make you do anything. Do you understand slave?” I open my mouth to say fuck you but instead hear, “Yes mistress, this slave understands and begs to be allowed to please her mistress.” My eyes open wide in surprise as my head moves down to tenderly kiss Barbie’s leg. But more horrifying is the feeling of joy that washes over me. The joy of being allowed to debase myself in front of this woman. It is disturbing and so enticing all at the same time. I never knew, never imagined that it would be this way!!


From the corner of my eye I see Susan looking at me in shock. A part of me rebels, striking at these unholy feelings deep inside of me, feelings that are not my own but that are being melded into my very soul. Submission not just of the body, not just of the mind but of the very soul. How can I resist. I have no defenses against this, I have never needed any. My brain struggles to wrap itself around these feelings but it has no experience with this. Submit, submit, submit oh the joy of submission, I relish it as if it is my most precious reason to exist as if I was born to worship this intimidating mockery of womanhood, my own creation here to make me her’s forever!!

I look at Susan, so vulnerable and afraid, so shocked and mystified. I love her, it is my duty to protect her through her perfect obedience to me. She loves me, trusts me as she trusts no other. Even after Barbie’s touch she still resists, her training and my fortitude sustaining her. She is my responsibility, my love, my reason and my joy. 

My hands reach out without hesitation to take Susan’s and then offer them to Barbie, “A slave wishes to give her mistress a present of a new slave for her pleasure.” Susan pulls her hands out from mine, the hurt and pain evident as she says, “Mistress? Karen! What are you...” 

Barbie taps her crop on my pet’s lips and says “shhhhh” and looks at me, “Why thank you Slave. I could just keep you like this, but, that would be no fun. I’m going to take my time and make you suffer just as you did to me.” Barbie points over off to one side and I find myself crawling over to where she pointed. “Release” she says and I stand up my mind and body totally free. A part of me is shaken but seeing my pet huddled on the floor, her body shaking from shock strengthens my resolve, gives me back myself as my barriers snap back into place even stronger than before. “You may be able to make me move as you want, say what you want. But bitch you will never take this…” I point to my head “from me. I am ready for you now, so fuck you and anyone who looks like you bitch.” I cross my arms and strike a dramatic pose. I am once again the Mistress and control will be mine!!

Chapter 2

I look at Barbie the confidence slowly returning to me. I place a barrier between us as I remember that night so many years ago, myself and the sisters of my coven. We had been young and arrogant and of so enamored with the dark side of the ethereal world. We had decided in our arrogance to create a spirit of pure dark sexuality, something that we could capture, control and unleash at our whim. Little did we know at the time how wrong we would be.

I can still remember Barbara pleading with us to stop, tears in her bright blue eyes as her blond hair swept around her, but we had simply laughed at her then. The poor little white witch, too afraid and timid to delve into the dark arts, the places where true power existed.

She had refused to participate as we had made the unholy symbols which would contain the forces we were so confident we could control and contain. But she had come anyway, trying until the last possible second to dissuade us and then later as the incantations began, most probably to try and save us if we found ourselves in trouble.

It was to prove to be her as well as our undoing. 

The spell had been cast the essence summoned. I could still see it now, the darkness taken shape, a physical thing which radiated pure sexuality and unholy lust and infinite malice. I had been so very pleased and excited as it had crashed against the perfect and impenetrable barriers I and my sisters had erected. It had worked and we would be all powerful now and no one would stand against us ever.

That was the night I learned that humans are not engineered for perfection. A flaw, I had never quite figured out were it was but a flaw somewhere in our design and it had escaped. 

Such creatures can not exist long in the mortal realm and though they can cause damage and harm to those in the temporal world, to truly exist and thrive they need a host, one soul, pure and untainted. I, a dark witch need not overly fear this evil, but Barbara…. Oh dear god, what did we do!!

I can still hear her screams, Barbara screaming in the night as the blackness entered her, consumed her. She was unprepared, she didn’t have a chance and I and my sisters could only watch as the light faded from the purest of us all, as her shape of elegant beauty reshaped itself into an instrument of wanton seduction, as her delicate silks transformed themselves in to harsh leather and steel, as our friend vanished in front of our eyes, leaving only the demoness, leaving only Barbie behind.


I was jolted back to reality when I head Barbie speak. “Sweet memories dear?” sneers Barbie “Old time amongst old friends hmmm? Oh my Karen don’t look so distraught, my little plaything is still here with us you know.”

Briefly I see the blackness disappear form Barbie’s eyes to be replace by delicate haunted eyes of crystal blue. For an instant I see my dearest friend reflected inside and see the torment she is in and then she’s gone again. I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach as I try to control the sobs of anguish that flow through me. Then I saw the wicked smile return to her lips and her voice full of malice and hate speak.


“Just for old times sake ehh Karen?” Barbie smirks. . Looking over at Susan, Barbie offered, “Did your mistress and lover ever tell you the story of how I came to be? Did She share that with you? Bet she said I was just a story idea or some demon in her head. Do you know what happens to her friends?”

Susan looks between us imploringly, her sweet young face filled with confusion. She shakes her head and looks to me for answers. To my shame I can not meet her eyes. The shame turns to anger, bottled up all these years.


“You BITCH!! You FUCKING BITCH!!!” I scream, my anger lashing out at Barbie with a power I have long suppressed. A strength I’ve long forgotten. “BURN you Fucking WHORE. BURN !!!” There was an energy flowing within me now. With all that I had within me I let go of the power and focus it at Barbie, in an attempt to save my pet and me.


I see Barbie falter and step back a look of suprize and shock on her face for a split second and then with a wave of her hand, dismiss me. Once she regained her stance Barbie smiled evilly at me as she closed in on Susan. Gently stroking Susan’s hair she looks at me disdainfully. “My, you are out of practice aren’t you Karen. Surely you can do better then that.”

Turning from me to my pet she smirks “You know Susan, your Mistress used to be my friend too. Long before she hungered for the touch of a woman, she looked at me with desire. Do you know that? I bet she never noticed how it would make me flush ever so slightly. Why don't I show you How she made me feel all those years ago…Hmmm?” She laughs and throws Susan a pile of black material.

Tapping the crop against her leg she says "Put this on" Susan looks to me and is rewarded by a hit from the crop across her thigh. I see her recoil in pain but also I see the flush on her cheeks and the hardening of her nipples. She’s enjoying this, oh dear god she’s enjoying this!! I see the struggle within her to obey and resist…oh how I loved to see that in her. I was becoming aroused watching her and feeling my strength diminishing as I watched.


Crying out she quickly reaches down and shakes out the material revealing a body suit with a pair of plugs, gloves, feet and hood all built in. She looks at Barbie and says in a small and child like voice, "Please no..." Barbie just looks at her and raises the crop in warning and then reaches down and touches her on the head. “I don’t believe I heard you correctly cunt! What did you mean to say!!” Susan flinches from the prospect of another hit. Susan, fresh tears welling from her eyes looks up at Barbie and stares for a moment and then, in an unbelieving voice says. “I … I ohhh… I ... I want to … on.”

I see her struggle some more as I notice her juices dripping from her cunt to the floor. “Oh mistress .. Oh Karen help me … I … oh god mistress I want to put it on … oh please help me Karen!!!” Susan was in turmoil and trying her best to fight it but I could see she was losing.


I try to summon the strength to help her but even now I can feel Barbie’s power searching for cracks in my own armor prying at the edges of my body and mind. I know that if I move more than a step in any direction, she will have me once again and then, then both of us will be forever lost. Just as all the others were lost to Barbie all those years ago. A part of me wants her to put it on but I know it’s not right. Something is stirring within me that I felt so long ago, the dark unholy joy. 

“Remember your training pet.” I say softly.

She looks at me as I see a wall of lust and desire wash over her, as I see her hands gently caressing the black fabric and her eyes drift longingly toward the built in plugs. “i’m …. i’m trying” she says in a strained weak voice.

“Oh isn’t this sweet. I simply detest sweet!!” says Barbie as the crop rains down on Susan again. 

Susan’s yelp of pain and the fresh redness of the mark anger me but as I watch, I see her body shudder in ecsatcy. A moan of pure pleasure cutting from her mouth as I see the unmistakable signs. I watch, helpless as Susan, my beloved pet cums, cums for another. Her training under me falling away as I am betrayed by her actions. 

“You BITCH!! What are you Doing to HER!!!” I shriek in frustration.

Barbie looks dismissively at me and then at Susan. “Now cunt, do as you have been instructed or I will make you pay for your disobedience to me!!” Barbie turns to me with a smile, “Or should I do something else to her …Karen what do you think?” I know what she is capable of and I know what she would do to my pet to get at me would kill Susan. I could not have that.

Susan looks at Barbie in desperation and then at me. I can see the horrific confusion on her face as Barbie’s influence spreads within her. She doesn’t understand what’s happening to her, I can tell. She’s just too innocent, to vulnerable too sweet to imagine what is to come. Part out of fear and part out wanting to please, Susan starts to put on the cat suit. She hurries to get into it and stops at the plugs and starts to shake. Her eyes scan from Barbie to me trying to plead.

Barbie taps the plugs with her crop and says, "Aren't you forgetting something?" Susan says, "I cant... I'm too dry. Please don't make me do this." Barbie just smirks evilly and taps the crop in her hand. 

I speak out, "You don't need to do this... Let her go NOW!" I swallow and then add, “It’s me you want remember.”

Barbie moves toward me striding with anger in her eyes and pierces my barrier without breaking stride. Viciously she starts to strike me over and over. I hear the wind whistling pass the crop as she swings, and feel as if she is lifting my very flesh from my bones. 


Susan calls out "Stop it... oh god stop it … I need… I'll do anything you ask... just stop please." 

If I could fall over I would be on the ground in a little ball. But, I am still held and unable to even defend myself from the blows. Through pain filled eyes and a broken heart I see her take the dildo and spitting on her hand moisten it and insert it into her vagina, eager to please her new Mistress. Oh my dear sweet girl, what have I done to you!!

Wincing she wiggles a bit to try to seat it better. Taking her hand she spits on it again and moistens the butt plug. She presses it in but her spincter muscle keeps it from going in. Tears running down her face she looks at Barbie and moans in frustration "I cant." 

Barbie crosses over to her and says in a hard voice "Bend over" She then takes the plug and rams it into Susan causing a scream of pain to escape her lips. Susan stands up and wiggles around to try to find a position that does not hurt too much and proceeds to put the suit up. Sliding her arms in she pulls the hood over her head and the hood covers her head leaving her eyes, mouth, and nose holes open.

Barbie walks up to her and looks at her critically. “What do you want me to do now whore. What does your perverted mind need from me!” Susan looks at me in complete desperation. I see her breath labor as the urges within her begin to overwhelm her sweet gentle mind. “I need you…” Her mind was searching for the right thing to say. “I need you to use me. I want you to use me Barbie…Mistress Barbie.”

Barbie gives her a tap with the crop on her bottom and a caress to her breasts. “No, you’re going to need to do better than that cunt. I have a purpose for you, you worthless whore. Ask me like a whore, the fucking slut you are. Submit totally to me like you know you want to cunt. Take the blackness inside and tell me what you want.”

I see the shocked look in Susan’s eyes as she grapples with herself, her sweet gentle nature rebelling at what she is feeling what she so desperately needs. Finally, I see the walls begin to crumble, I see her begin to lose herself, her training washed away, overcome by pure dark sensual desire!!”

"Oh my mistress…this slave wishes you to discipline and use to whatever your need is and bend me to your desires. Take me beyond the door of hell and let me dance in its fires.” With that Barbie is smiling, as she knows Susan is no longer mine. Her plan to take Susan away from me is succeeding to my horror. In a seductive and edgy voice Barbie says, “As you wish pussy.”

I see Barbie raise the crop high and bring it down again and again, and with each blow I hear Susan scream, first with pain and then changing to utter joy. With each blow the sweetness disappears more and more from her eyes to be replaced by a animal sort of yearning that I have never seen in her before. Eventually she collapses, sobbing to the floor. I can barely hear as she mumbles. “Thank you mistress.”

Reaching down, Barbie pulls Susan to her feet again. Seeing Susan covered in black latex her eyes filled with her arousal, I feel a strange sense of excitement. Like the ticking of a clock, her heels sound to my ears driving me insane.

Barbie walks around to the rear and pulls up the zipper. Saying, "Stay" she then walks off into the darkness making that madding tapping sound with her shoes. 

Susan looks after her hungrily and then at me and lets out a little of sob. I say quietly to her "I'm sorry pet." Barbie returns carrying a couple of metal bands. One is a collar and she holds it up before Susan's eyes and says, "Read out loud!" Susan looks at the collar and says, "Mumble… mumble" "LOUDER" Barbie commands. "Mumble… mumble" she says in a quiet voice. Barbie slaps Susan causing her to stumble back, "Stand up and read it loud and clear or else!" Barbie says to her. Susan says is a hurt and broken voice, "I belong to Barbie." Barbie then says "Kiss it" Susan does so and has the color locked onto her neck covering the zipper. 

Barbie then takes the 6" wide waist belt and places it around Susan's waist and seeing the ends do not meet by 8 or 9 inches makes some type of adjustment to it that I cant see. I hear Susan gasp and Barbie moves out of the way. Her waist is now locked down to 22 inches and I can hear my slave gasping for breath and remember back to the first time that I was put into a corset and I feel for her.

Barbie takes a step back and says "Kneel" To my dismay Susan kneels down before Barbie and does not even look my way. Barbie turns and walks off into the darkness saying something about one down and one to go.

Returning I see that she has brought me a pile of latex. I may be slow at times but I know what it is that she wants. She drops the pile in front of me and steps back. She looks down to the pile and then at me not saying a word. 

I strike at her, all my will all my strength. All through Susan’s humiliation I have been gathering myself, trying to remember half forgotten strengths, incantation and now, now she has made the mistake of coming within the reach of my power. I strike. And instantly find myself careening off the far wall, the force of my power rebounding against me.

As I shake my head to clear it I hear Barbie’s mirthful and mocking laugh. Dazedly I look back at Barbie and my pet shocked at the power that this demoness has managed to obtain. I can’t touch her. 10 years ago I drove her away, but today; today she is beyond my reach. I need help and lots of it, but all I have is Susan and she has no skill at this. Still perhaps, if my pet can just retain some semblance of control … 


As if reading my mind the blond demoness goes over to Susan and motions her to stand up. “I can see you have to learn a bit more.” She strikes Susan over and over with the crop, Susan’s screams and moans of joy echoing in my ears all the time as I watch. Eventually Barbie stops.

“What do you want slave. Tell me what my useless whore wants!!” snarls Barbie as she strokes my pets flower through the latex.. Susan shudders and moans. “Mistress, this slave needs to cum for you, I belong to you and no other!”

“And who is that.” sneers Barbie pointing at me.

Susan’s eyes lock on to mine as I see the love and devotion slowly overcome the blackness that is eating her soul. “She is Mistress Karen and I am her pet Mistress. There was a pause before Susan continued forcing out the last part still fighting the urges inside her, “I love her.”

Oh god my heart breaks as I hear those heartfelt words. In spite of everything, she is still mine.

“Wrong” says Barbie removing her hands and stepping back. Barbie hits Susan again with the crop. “You can have only one mistress slave. And it is not going to be her!” She points to me with hate. 

Susan shudders as the blond demoness releases her and a moan of unutterable longing and abandonment shudders from her body. “Oh please Mistress. Please tell this worthless cunt and whore what I need to do. Please don’t stop touching me!!” What was freely Susan was now being taken away again.

“This woman is a disobedient slave cunt!” snarls Barbie comtemptously tossing my pet her crop “She needs to be shown the error of her ways. I will not touch you again until you have seen to it that she is properly attired. Show me your devotion to me for you are mine forever more!"

Susan looks at me miserably and slowly advances on me, slapping the crop in her latex covered hand.

I look at her, directing all my remaining energy at her but, it’s no use, I can see it in her pleading eyes. “Karen, please put the suit on. Don’t make me hurt you. I love you and I don’t want to but… but my Mistress commands me and I must do what she says. You don’t know how much I need her!!”

“No Susan, think our love. It can still save you.”

“Really?” says my pet in a mocking tone. “Just like you were able to save me when she was doing this?” With a whistling blow, I feel the crop crack across my ass in a hard but not vicious blow. “Did my love save me when she did this?” With the crop she starts to fondle me and excite me. She leans in to me and whispers, “If you put on the suit I won’t have to do this.” Susan’s hands started to roughly fondly me and fuck my helpless body and enjoying it. I tried to hold the pleasure I was feeling from sounding and giving me away. Susan could tell it was working and stopped. I let out a strong moan and felt Susan let go but not before pinching my nipple real hard.

“Then put on the fucking suit you stupid BITCH”. She snarls at me. “Why do you have to be so difficult!!! I’ve got a daughter at home!! What the hell do you think she’s going to make me do to HER if you keep resisting!!! Don’t you get it? YOU’RE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!!!” 

I scream in pain as the truth of her words strikes my very soul. Barbie isn’t that interested in Susan, it’s me she wants. But she can’t get me, not yet, but she can do horrible things to Susan. Destroy the very beauty of her soul and she will. If I let her, she’ll turn my love into a carbon copy of herself, just as she did to the others all those years ago. 

The guilt overtakes me and move over to the pile of latex.

Moving as quickly as I can once more and sit down and pull as fast I can Reaching the plugs I notice wires running up each side of them. I spit on my hand and wetting them insert them with out a word and staring at Barbie with pure hate in my eyes all the while. I wince as the rear plug goes in and see Barbie crack a knowing smile. I pull the body suit over my waist and up to my breasts. Looking at it I notice that there seem to be the same type of wires running over the breasts of the suit. I slide my arms into the suit and see that I don't have gloves but rather the suit ends with thumb-less mittens. 

Putting my arms in I look at Barbie saying, "I can’t get the hood on with these on," holding up my mittens. She looks at Sue and says "Help the slave get dressed." Susan moves over to me and I can see a look of complete and utter excitement in her eyes. I see her body shake as she pulls the hood up over my head leaving mouth, nose holes, and eyes open and realize that my dear lovely slave is enjoying this. Enjoying not only her own debasement but also my own!! 

I can nearly cry in frustration as the hood slides in place and I feel little earplugs slide into place in my ears. Susan moves to the back and zips up the zipper and I feel the snugness and warmth of the latex against my body. Barbie moves off to get what I know will be a collar and a metal corset. She returns and holding the collar up for me to read I see that is says I belong to Barbie. 

I am a mistress and submission is foreign to me but, the look of growing excitement in Susan’s eyes saps my strength. I know what is happening as I feel the tendrils of Barbie’s power play along the edges of my mind, testing my defenses but unable to enter yet. She needs to break my body and my will, I know that but the cost of my defiance will be Susan. I must protect her with my own soul if necessary. I have no choice. 

I can not hear what she is saying but read her lips and reply in a clean and cutting voice, “I belong to Barbie” while looking her hard in the eyes. She locks it around my neck and the snap it makes when it locks close breaks my heart. She then puts the corset on me and starts to crank it down tighter and tighter until I can hardly get a breath of air anymore. Susan looks at me and says something her hand pointing at my waist. I look down and see that my waist is cranked down to like 16" I normally wear a 18" corset and have worn extreme corsets before, so I know how to move and breath with my waist and chest constructed like this.

Barbie moves off to the darkness and I raise my hand to Sue's face and cress it as best I can latex to latex I say in a quiet voice "I love you." She raises a hand to return the gesture, her body shaking as she fights the urges within her, trying desperately trying to find herself once again and I hear in the earplugs, “I just can’t leave you two alone for any length of time can I." 

Barbie moves back into the light holding a box covered with knobs and buttons. She says, while giving out an evil giggle, "Bet you didn't know these are training suits did you? They can bring pleasure." Barbie then presses a button, I feel the plugs start to wiggle and vibrate inside me and feel a tickling sensation across my breasts. 

I moan and start to rub my self with my mitten-covered hands. Sighing with pleasure I start to caress Sue's body with my mittens and her hands move over my body. Feeling the tingling increase and the wiggling become more energetic I know that Barbie has turned up the knob for the pleasure. I start to kiss Susan's mouth and neck and feel an orgasm approach. Susan throws her head back and screams as she reaches an orgasm and starts to grind wildly against me. My knees go weak just as my orgasm hits. I hear Barbie giggle in the background and say, "I can also create pain" and it feels as if I am being electrocuted. 

I remember once working on a light and thinking the power was off to it and catching a buzz from the shock. That was bad but this is worse. The wires on my breast are shocking me from one side to the other and back again and the plugs are sending shocks inside me. Screaming I fall to the ground yelling "Please stop.. For the love of god stop..." 

After a time that seems like hours the pain stops and I see Barbie standing over us tapping her toe on the floor. I can hear Susan whimpering beside me. Looking up at her I realize that this woman could kill us and not be bothered with it. I look down to the floor as I realize I would do most anything to keep from being shocked again. I look over to Susan and see that she it in a tight little ball whimpering. 

"Pet? Love?" I move to her and reach out and touch her shoulder. She flinches like she was shot and tightens up even more. Grief strikes me and in that instant of inattention, I feel Barbie breach my outer barriers, the fingers of her power playing on the outer boundaries of my mind. Only my core remains untouched as I feel the first foreign urges to submit well up in my mind.

How did she get this fucking powerful?

In a cold and hard voice Barbie says "Come here and kneel before me slaves." 

I look up at her and say in a low voice my mind filled with anger, "You Bitch… What did she ever do to you?" I launch myself at her but she calmly presses the button and steps off to one side. 

Through the pain I hear her say, , "You still don’t understand do you Karen? It’s not about her, It’s about you?" Just before she turns it up all the way and I am sent into a hell filled void. Some time later I hear Susan screaming, "Stop please... Don't kill her… Oh please Mistress… I’ll do anything…" 

The shocks stop but I am too weak to move much and turn my head and see Susan kneeling before Barbie crying on her shoes. Barbie says, “Come here and kneel before me" Slowly I crawl to her and kneel beside Susan looking at her shoes.

Barbie is wearing 6" pumps with silver spike heals, it was these spikes that were making the sound. A part of my mind thinks, “I really need to get a pair of these.” 

She says, "Like my shoes? Then kiss them… Lick them clean slaves" I bend down and kiss and lick her shoes. I glance over to Susan and see that she is also doing the same thing and realize that our training has started and wonder what is in store for us. I feel the vibrators start up again and sigh with pleasure. The more I lick and kiss the stronger the pleasure builds. I glance over at Susan and see that her eyes are glazed over and she is making love to Barbie's shoe with her lips and tongue. I find that this is exciting me more then the vibrator inside me. 

My hips start to thrust on there own accord and dimly hear Barbie say, “That's enough.” But I ignore her and keep licking trying to reach an orgasm. She presses the pain button for a second and I rock back on my heals, "That's enough I said." I look up at her with need in my eyes and see Susan also gripped in pain because of my not listening to Barbie. 

I look inside and feel my desire building. Oh God I can’t believe how much I want to clean her shoes again, how desperately I need it. I know my last defenses are beginning to crumble, but a part of me no longer cares. My inner mind trembles but my final defenses hold … for now.

She says, “Now don't go away” and moves off into the darkness. I hear her heels tapping around again in the darkness and whisper, “I’m sorry pet,” to Sue my hand reaching for her face to wipe a tear away.. My heart breaks when all she does is shake her head brushing off my hand and not reply. 

I look at her in sorrow but then stare off into the darkness, a part of me even more empty because Barbie, Barbie and her wonderful shoes are nowhere in sight.


Chapter 3
A light comes on in another part of the room illuminating a pair of chain hoists side by side. Each with a pile of black material pooled around beneath them. “You wouldn’t,” I say loudly to Barbie my voice coming through the latex hood muted. “Let her go Barbie” my voice trembles and I force out the next word, “mistress.” Barbie Pauses looking at me and I hear her voice as clear as a bell inside my head as she replies from across the room. “No… you don’t get off that easy.” Standing beside one of the piles Barbie points to her feet looking at Susan and says, “Heel.” To my horror my pet all but runs to be beside Barbie, then rubs her head against Barbie’s hand as if she were a cat seeking attention. She tells Susan to move over to below one of the chains and stand in a pile of black latex material. Susan does so and Barbie starts to place 3" straps around her body starting at her ankles and moving her way up. As she reaches the hips she straps Susan's arms to her side and Susan turns her head towards me and says in a child voice "Help me Karen." I can her fear and feel my own at what is happening and feel powerless to stop it, though I must try for all our sakes.

I move towards Barbie to put a stop to this once and for all. Instead of stopping Barbie I take up a stand besides her facing my lover and pet. My mitten hands crossed before me. Something took hold of me and twisted my intent. Next I knew I was speaking but the words were not mine even though it was me saying them. “A little time in the bag will teach you your proper station.” It breaks my heart to see Susan’s hurt expression as my voice adds evilly, “Don’t forget the drink Barbie… Mistress.” Barbie finishes wrapping the 3-inch straps around Susan’s body and then turns to me, “Drink? Oh what an excellent idea Karen. But don’t you think that’s a bit over the top even for me?” Susan watches the exchange confused not sure what is to come. “No Barbie… it will make this worthless slut.” My hand gestures toward Susan and I hear her say is a child like voice, “Karen?” I glare at her and finish, “Better.” looking at Susan smiling. All the time I am fighting and pulling every trick in my mind I know to stop this course of events.

Barbie unzips her skirt letting it fall to the ground. Like us she is in a catsuit but Barbie’s does not have plugs and is open, displaying her hairless pussy. She turns her hand palm up and a golden chalice materializes on it. Susan’s eyes get large as she watches. “How,” she starts to ask but with a look from Barbie falls into silence. Barbie sets the chalice on the floor before her and then squats to pee into the cup, saying some incantation as she does so. But instead of a golden yellow it is crimson red in color. I find myself moving over to Susan and tilting her head back and pinching her nose. Like a crazed animal Susan rolls her eyes at me gasping for breath and swaying slightly, “No, please no Karen. Mistress.” Barbie stands up the blood dripping from her pussy staining it red and picks up the filled goblet. “Drink” she commands and pours the vile fluid into Susan’s gasping mouth. Susan trying to fight but gives in and swallows the concoction feeling it violate her. She then gags Susan, the gag having a long tube sticking out of it.

Barbie then pulls the bag up over Susan’s head. I let go and say coldly stepping back, “ I only used you and your love to get you here. I never meant any of the things I said about you living in my heart. Welcome to hell Susan, you worthless excuse for a pet.” As Barbie pokes the tube through a hole in the bag and then zips it closed I laugh low and evilly. My last sight of my love is of her tears and muffles screams of her tormented soul and crushed heart. Barbie then wraps the slack around Susan and laces it tight. Before my horrified mind I have seen my love, my pet corrupted by this hell spawn, and turned into a living mummy. I scream inside knowing I helped her to do it. Barbie then lifts the bag via the chain lift from the ground leaving it hanging there a couple feet from the ground. I see the bag with my slave and lover thrash violently. I know she must be panicking and allowing the demon blood to works its way through her faster. In a quiet voice, a tear flowing down, say, “I’m sorry love. Please forgive me.”

Barbie turns to me and says brightly, “That went well. I want to thank you for your help.” She flashed an eerie smile my way. “You fucking bitch.” I start to say in reply when I am doubled over in pain. “Barbie looks down at me turning the levels up higher with each word. “You will address me with respect. Do you understand me?” I gasp out, “Yes.” She turns the knob all the way over to the left and I feel as if a thousand needles are pricking my whole body. I muster the strength to say between screams, “Yes mistress.” Barbie turns the pain off and I fall on my knees moaning. “That’s better.” she says and pauses. “Stand up” she barks and proceeds to place the 3-inch belts up my body as I get up. My mind reeling and numb from the shocks keeps me from moving.

“Drink?” She asks me a smile on her lips. “NO!” My mind screams but the word comes out as a soft whisper. My voice worn ragged from the screams. Barbie again squats, the red stream both fascinating and horrifying to me. I feel a mesmerizing quality about the whole scene and feel my will slowly wearing down from all my fighting. As she stands and holds the chalice up I find myself licking my lips for the drink. “It has been so long” the thought crosses my mind. This thought shocks me as move to take a drink of the red demon liquid. Unable to stop myself I swallow the demon blood. I feel it numb the throat as it goes down and hit bottom. Closing my eyes I feel the aphrodisiac and mind numbing qualities take hold and feel my resistance crumbling in the pleasure. My world begins to spin out of control as it takes its effect. Barbie kisses me on the lips and without a thought I kiss her back my tongue thrusting into her mouth moans of pleasure throbbing through my body. "Why Karen, you hot little slut, I didn’t think you still cared.” she said mockingly. My eyes fly open wide in realization of what I just did. Hastily I gather my wits about me and try to shore up my internal defenses. Barbie laughs at my expression and it echoes inside my mind. She then places the gag and tube in place as she talks, “There is a another feature to this outfit your wearing. There is a timer that can do random type duration, intensity, and wait times for pain and pleasure, not to mention it talks to you.” Giggling she laces me up and I am thrown into dankness. I feel like I am confined and dying and panic when my feet leave the ground.

The panic drops my defenses and the vile liquid works its will on my mind. Feeling wobbly and fuzzy the blood calms me. I think to myself, “Mmmmm this kind of nice.” The plan of fighting Barbie lays forgotten in the mists of pleasure I feel. Then the first of the cycles comes, it is pleasure at a low level and I start to squeeze my groin muscles to help the vibrators the confines of the straps and bag taking the pleasure to a whole new level I had not imagined existed. I hear my own voice saying, “I am a slave… I live to please my mistress… I am nothing without my mistress… I worship my rubber goddess… I am nothing… I am useless… I am not worthy of my mistress… “ Over and over my voice repeats these phrases. All too soon my mind is saying the words a step behind hearing them. As I listen to the words the pleasure comes and drives the words deeper into my very soul and mind. Too soon the vibrators stop though my voice keeps telling me who and what I am. I moan in need for an orgasm, trying to wiggle the vibes to reach it and I wait for the next.

Pain! I scream through the gag but at the same time find myself moving into the moving shocking vibrators. Squeezing my body to feel the pain more. If I could use my hands would be pressing the vibes in deeper or crushing the electrodes to my breasts. The rational part of my mind fights this stimulus but the demon blood has taken control of my body’s needs and pleasure center. The cycles become stronger each one pushing me to higher levels but not allowing me to crest the wave and have release I need. Soon my rational mind no longer tries to fight the cycles and find myself anticipating the next one to come. Each time it stopped I would scream into the gag in frustration and need. The need, the craving, the desire for orgasm wiping everything out of my mind except my voice commanding and instructing me for my rubber goddess.

Forgotten now was Susan, Barbie, and the world. The only thing that mattered was pleasure and the words in my ears. All that I remember is the long waits followed by short times of pain and pleasure. I could not wait till another hit me and caressed my body and my being. It got to the point that the longer I had to wait before the next jolt to come the more I needed the stimulation. Time became very disjointed for me. I could have been in the bag for 5 minutes or 5 days for all I know. Time had no meaning now. Nothing had meaning except for the reward of the stimuli. 
