The Doll Maker: Life in Plastic (Patreon)

Intro

Charlene walked over to Cinderella’s box with a big smile on her face. It was a joy to see how Cinderella, once the burly enforcer named baseball bat Billy, her eyes lit up upon seeing her. Today marked the day that Cinderella had been hers for exactly a year. Everything had worked out perfectly from a transformative standpoint. Her long blonde hair put up in it’s fancy princess hairdo was now her own. Her figure was to die for, a gorgeous small waist, slender limps and nicely filled breasts, thighs and a bottom. There was barely any muscle left, just enough to support herself and her new figure. Her feet by now were so accustomed to her heels that walking without was out of the questions. She had been in corsets for so long that she’d simply collapse without one. Cinderella really was stuck as nothing but her doll, there to look pretty and for pleasure of course.

Her mentality had changed big time as well, no longer did they hate burn in her eyes whenever she saw Charlene. Defiance and escape were hopes she had long since given up on. It simply was no use. She no longer thought of herself as anything but Cinderella Charlene’s doll made for fun and to be pretty. She didn’t know how long she had been here, the feeding and cleaning cycles her only indication of time, but it didn’t matter, she had long since given up on trying to count.

Lately Cinderella was happy and even looking forward to seeing her owner Charlene, since she had let go of her anger and hate, she had started to value the only human interaction she had left. Surely Charlene was very demanding, using her for sex and all kinds of deviant pleasures, but her warm cock of flesh and blood felt so much better than the dildo’s she had to deal with during the rest of her day.

It wasn’t all sex and serving either, often times Charlene also like to cuddle with her doll while watching a movie. Sure, it still often ended with the use of her mouth or ass, but Cinderella loved those moments by now. She had become very docile.

“Today’s a big day Cinderella, it’s your very first birthday as my pretty dolly. It has been a year since I found you and made you mine. While I’d love to celebrate with you it’s also an important day, for me, don’t worry though my sweet little doll, I’ll be back later with a big surprise and a candle for you to blow.” Charlene said speaking in riddles as Cinderella looked at her a little confused, yet her bright smile remained as she was pulled out of her box.

“Now follow along my pretty doll, you can help me get ready for my big day.” Charlene said as she moved out to the bathroom and connected bedroom she had installed in her basement, Cinderella happily mincing behind her. She lived down here most of the time by now and thus it was essential to have the utmost comfort.

“You can start by helping me get out of these clothes.” Charlene simply said as she held out her arms, she was dressed in one of her skirt suits, professional and sexy. Cinderella didn’t even bat an eye she just happily started undressing her owner like she had done so many times before. She was gentle and loving as she unbuttoned the blouse, unzipped the skirt, took off her heels, her stockings, her panties, her garter belt and bra, kissing her owner all over in the process. She was just getting down on her knees to give her owner her after work blowjob, knowing how much Charlene always love that, but she was stopped.

“How considerate of you my pretty doll, but not today, I don’t want to blow my biggest load of the day just yet.” Charlene said as she gave her doll a passionate kiss on her bee stung lips. Just like Billy’s mentality had changed so had Charlene’s she had stopped seeing Cinderella as one of her old bullies who needed to be punished, she only saw her as her lovely doll. It made sense as nothing of that old bully was left in her.

Breaking the kiss she stepped away and headed into the shower. Smelling fresh again, her long auburn hair washed and shining she stepped out where she was instantly greeted by Cinderella with a towel. Once dried off they went into the bedroom where an all to familiar outfit was laid out. For the first time in a long time Cinderella’s smile disappeared, replaced by a nervous look. It was the same outfit Charlene had worn when she had changed her entire life, bringing back so many memories.

Charlene just smiled seeing that look. It didn’t worry her though. She just casually said. “You can help me get dressed now.” In essence that wasn’t anything she hadn’t done already, but helping her owner in this particular outfit filled her with a sense of dread. Nevertheless Cinderella didn’t hesitate to get into action. Taking the silky red thong with it’s black lace details she slid it up her owners legs, giving her cock a gentle kiss before tucking it back between her legs and pulling the panties in place.

It was followed by the matching bra and garter belt. Then the stockings came and finally the sparkling long red dress with it insanely long leg split, revealing the side of one of her legs completely. All that remained were the red stiletto heels and the purple long opera gloves. Those were saved for after her makeup however. Walking back into the bathroom Charlene started on her makeup, applying the heavy evening makeup, the deep smoky purple eyeshadow and the luscious wet looking red lips. Slipping into her heels and gloves Charlene was ready to go.

“See you later my pretty dolly, now be nice and come to me when I shout for you.” Charlene said as she walked to the elevator, boarded it and went away, leaving Cinderella all alone. It was something she had done more often without problems, not that any problems could really arrive. With the elevator the only way out and the iris scanner in place there was no way to escape.

Cinderella didn’t even try to follow Charlene or escape. Instead she waked back to the bathroom where she had discarded her owners clothes, collecting them and putting them onto the bed where she cuddled up against them, enjoying her owners scent while she was gone.

Chapter 1

Charlene had a big smile plastered across her face as she drove off to her next Halloween party. Her last project had been a huge success, a success she fully intended to keep going. She might not be able to get to the source of her real anger, the trigger to start this all as they were all still locked up, That didn’t mean she would be idle this year though. The world was filled with bastards, many of which she had encountered herself.

A lot of these people ended up living a rather normal boring life and while she still felt angry towards them her priority was to get to the worst of the worst first. Last year she had taken billy off the streets, a blessing to society if she said so herself. Next on her list of priority targets was Frank, he was one of Billies best friends from high school and another first class scumbag.

In high school Frank had always looked like Billy’s side kick, he was on the smallish slender side, but looks could be deceiving. Billy had been the brutish muscle to Frank’s brains. Billy brutish and loud as he was had always seemed like the leader, but behind the scenes it had always been Frank. As they had grown up that had become very clear in the roles they had taken within the same gang. Frank through wit and scheming had become one of the officers where Billy had been the muscle, the enforcer. While not making his own hands dirty Frank destroyed many more life’s than Billy had making him one of her priority targets from her own past.

Going after Frank was way riskier and harder though. While billy brawled and had fun at those home parties Frank spent a lot of his time, especially special occasions at his night club. A cover for their operations and Frank’s home base. Like every year they held their traditional regular costumed Halloween party, a perfect place for Charlene to blend in.

Parking her car a little out of sight of the club’s entrance Charlene walked confidently to the front entrance. There was a long line waiting to be allowed in, but she walked straight to the front throwing the bouncer a seductive smile. The big bald muscular man didn’t hesitate to step out of the way for her, hoping to catch this sexy minx when he was on his break inside. Men were so easy Charlene thought as she proceeded to head into the club while The bouncer silenced the complaining people outside.

The beats inside were loud, the club dark, occasionally lit up by a very bright strobe light. Many of the women, especially the personnel was dressed up in sexy seductive outfits, yet as Charlene moved around on the dancefloor she did manage to catch the eye of frank who was sitting on a balcony above, overlooking the crowd. Her dancing was aimed explicitly at him, first without looking, but right in his field of vision until after about half an hour Charlene managed to lock eyes with him when the lights lit up the room. Instantly she smiled brightly, getting a smirk in return.

With that first eye lock the hardest part was out of the way, she had managed to draw his eye to her, she had managed to stand out in the crowd, managed to draw his attention. He had taken the bait, now all she needed to do was reel him in. Well more like let him reel her in thinking he had a nice catch. Over the following ten minutes. She made regular eye contact, dancing towards him like she was putting on a private show for him in this busy club. Seducing such a bastard was gross, but seduction was a game she knew like no other.

As she had expected not long after that another muscular guy, dressed in all black just like the bouncer approached her. She smiled sweetly as he gave her an obvious lustful once over before speaking up. “Excuse me miss, but would you like to follow me up to the balcony? The boss would love to meet you.” He said, extremely polite, something that didn’t go all that well with his rough look.

“Oh really? Well I’m honoured, please lead the way sweetie.” Charlene giggled. Acting like some airheaded slut. She couldn’t be careful enough and right now being the least suspicious person was all the cover she could get herself. There was no punch bowl to spike like there was at that home party, this was a lot riskier, but she would have to take this risk to get to her prize.

A short walk later they arrived on the balcony over looking the crowd. Frank who had previously been sitting here with one of the waitresses women who probably had little option to grant his wishes, was now sitting here all alone. The big leather couch empty, and a magnum bottle of champagne with two glasses standing on the table. The balcony could only be reached through his office and the guy who had accompanied Charlene left straight away. On their way they had walked past two guards at the bottom of the stairs and another two at the door to the office. Unlike Billy, Frank was very well guarded.

“Ah here you are, that sexy minx from the dancefloor want a glass of champagne?” Frank asked with a bright smile as he just automatically poured the two glasses. Figure wise Frank clearly hadn’t changed a lot. He was still slender, on the small side only standing at 5’7” yet he was no longer the quiet kid who orchestrated everything from the background. His position had clearly given him confidence a confidence to show his real scheming asshole self out in the open. Charlene didn’t even want to think about what those poor girls working here had to put up with with this asshole.

Not only had he become a gang boss, he had also tried looking like one. A black shirt, unbuttoned a little too much showing off a too hairy chest with a thick gold chain, his skin very tan hinting at his Italian roots, it went well with his deep brown eyes. His black hair was rather long, worn in a low ponytail.

“Oh how kind of you, but that’s not what I’m here for, I am here for you.” Charlene said, dropping her bimbo act to let the confident seductress out. Slowly she walked around the couch right to where Frank was sitting, allowing him a good look at her amazing body and her supple hips as she moved. Arrived in front of him she promptly sat down in his lap.

“I’ve heard so much about you, and I’ve always wanted to be with a real gangster, not one of those wannabe thugs. I want the real deal and I always get what I want.” Charlene whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe lightly to keep her act going. It was way easier and even fun doing this knowing what would happen to him soon. Oh she was looking forward to her new doll already.

Frank grinned resting her hand right on Charlene’s exposed nylon thigh. “If that is what you want it looks like you will be getting what you want indeed baby, it looks like you have come to the right place.” Frank grinned, his hand starting to slide up her leg. This woman was a woman after his own heart, one of the most gorgeous ones he had ever laid eyes on and one who instantly came to the point. The champagne and everything was just a way to get to the sex anyways. An obligation as most women wanted to be romanced first.

“Not so fast though baby I do have a few small requests. You see, I’m a prominent surgeon, and I am striving to kickstart my career in politics. We both know that everyone knows your reputation, that they just don’t have something to catch you with if this were to come out however, I could probably lose my job and forget about my political career. This whole costumed party has given me some confidence, but a girl can’t be too careful right? The urge to be fucked senseless by a real bad boy is just too much. I just couldn’t wait.” Charlene exclaimed hungrily, sounding as if she could barely contain herself.

“I can’t risk being seen fucking you here in semi-public right on this balcony I know how you’re probably not supposed to leave your club, but I’m sure they can do without you for one night. Back at my place we have all the space and privacy to do whatever we want all night long and hopefully many nights thereafter. This place is probably loaded with camera’s right? Well I would really appreciate if you could maybe make those from the time I have been here disappear. You know just to be cautious, I know it’s probably against protocol, but I bet you know a thing or two about caution don’t you?” Charlene asked whispering her requests in Frank’s ear before getting up and walking inside the office, waiting on him.

This was the most risky part, if Frank saw through her now she was probably done for quite literally at that. Her requests could be a little suspicious, but she was confident in her ability to play men and just like she had expected Frank soon followed her into the office. This was a chance he just couldn’t let slip. The request were a little out of the ordinary, but given the situation more than justified. Frank appreciated a smart woman.

Besides he was more than happy to indulge her request already seeing the great opportunities she presented. First of all a good fuck with a gorgeous woman was not something he would ever pass up on. That and there was a huge opportunity here to grow even bigger within the gang. Having a politician in his pocket could be wildly beneficial, especially one who from the looks of it he could pay in cock much less messy and traceable than blackmail or bribes.

“Of course baby, just a moment.” Frank said as he walked to his desk, pulled up all video files from this day an deleted everything to be sure. This was the start of something great he could feel it and he was more than eager to test out if this woman was as good in the sheets as she looked. Having taken care of deleting everything he pushed a button on the underside of his desk and a part of the wall opened. His escape for if things really got dicey, or if he wanted tot escort this woman out in all privacy.

“Now if you’d follow me I lead you out unseen and you can lead me to your home.” Frank Said with a big smile. Charlene simply held out her hand, limp wristed like an aristocratic lady waiting for Frank to take it. His grin only grew bigger as he preformed a small bow before taking her hand and leading her down the secret passage ending in a dark back alley out of sight of everyone and everything.

While Frank was smiling broadly thinking he was about to score Charlene had a bright smile knowing that the fool had run into her trap without even batting an eye. Everything had worked as planned. All the evidence they would have of Franks disappearance was the vague memory some of the staff had of a woman dressed as Jessica Rabbit. In a dark club, with plenty of alcohol and numerous sexy women and Jessica Rabbit’s she would take her chances. No way anyone would be able to trace things back to her without any video evidence to analyse. Even if they remembered her these men probably didn’t take a woman as a serious threat.

Out in the alley it was Charlene who took the lead, leading Frank out to her gorgeous car lending further credence to her story of being a rich and ambitious woman. That part hadn’t even been a lie to begin with. “Are you ready for the ride of your life?” Charlene asked with a seductive smile as she got into the drivers seat. Frank had no idea how true that statement was. It was the ride that would end his life as he knew it.

Frank just got in and before he could reply Charlene pulled him into a long lip locking kiss. It served as a mere distraction as she reached her arms around him and plunged a syringe into his neck, quickly emptying in and pulling away.

She could see an anger replace the lust in his eyes as he screamed. “What the fuck diiiii oooo oooo.” He asked, his words quickly trailing off into the incomprehensible as his muscles all relaxed in quick succession. In no time at all Frank was left completely helpless. He couldn’t even speak anymore much to Charlene’s satisfaction. She reached all the way over him, fastening his seatbelt while Frank was willing himself to hit her hard, but all he could do was look on.

“Not so though now are you Frankie boy. You look just like your friend Billy did last year.” Franks anger quickly turned to fear as she dropped that name. This bitch had been behind Billy’s disappearance? How else would she know? It didn’t spell much good for him as despite all their efforts they hadn’t ever found Billy it looked like he had vanished into thin air, no one remembered seeing a thing and in their line of work that most likely meant that he was dead. Was Frank going to get the same fate? What for? Why them?

“Don’t you worry Frankie, I’ll treat you well. You can even get Billy when we get home. I bet he’ll be happy to get a friend. He was getting quite lonely after all.” Charlene giggled giving Frank hope, yet without easing his fear. So Billy was in fact alive. While that was great to hear he wondered what it meant. Knowing Billy he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy this woman if that was what it took to break free. He would have at least sent out a signal, but without any of those signs Frank really dreaded what was in store for him. Just where the hell was he going to be kept?

Charlene didn’t interfere with Franks thoughts letting him try to figure out what was happening was so much more fun. It was working wonders as she saw the worry in his eyes grow while she navigated her way back home. Just what she wanted. She wanted him to feel what it was like to have to worry about going somewhere, to worry what horrors were in store for her. It was how she had always felt going to school with all her bullies.

It was exactly what was happening in Frank’s head right now, he thought back in horror about those video’s and pictures that had been spread of Billy. The film and pictures of him sucking cock and with a facial. Was that fate also awaiting him? God what had he gotten himself into? Was this woman working together with some perverted faggot? He had so many questions, but above all else worries.

The fact that Billy had seemed to be a consensual cocksucker had made most guys laugh at him and not even want to investigate his disappearance. Their gang culture wasn’t the most open and accepting after all. Hell if anything Billy had been a huge homophobe himself so him doing such things had made him lose a lot of respect from his fellow gang members. If Frank hadn’t used his position to insist of further searching for his disappeared high school friend the search would have probably remained rather superficial. After all as much as it hurt to lose one of their own there was also always someone ready to take their place.

Since he was way higher up than Billy, the search would probably be more intense, but unlike Billy he had no higher up that would shield him from a search dropped due to a terrible public opinion from other gang members. If such pictures of him leaked it was probably game over. The fact that the cock could be Charlene’s didn’t even cross Frank’s mind.

His biggest hope rested in the fact that he had always been the brains and Billy the muscle, Billy might have been too stupid to escape, but if they worked together they just might find a way out and fuck those people over big time.

That’s where Frank’s mind was at as they pulled up in front of a big house in a gated community, each of the houses here were well shielded with hedges and spacious gardens. The chance that anyone would see him here or even decide to look here was very slim meaning he and Billy would really be on their own.

Pulling up in the garage Charlene injected another dose of muscle relaxant into her victim, ensuring that he would regain any use of his muscle before she had him strapped to the table. “Home sweet home Frankie boy.” Charlene grinned in a mocking tone. The horror in his eyes was simply precious.

Walking around her car she opened the passenger’s seat and just like she had done with Billy, pulled Frank up into the wheelchairs she had prepared for him. “Phew you’re a lot easier to handle than big old Billy was, I mean you’re light as a feather in comparison. None of that big burly muscle on you now is there? This is going to make things so much easier.” Charlene said already assaulting his manhood before she even started.

Rolling Frank to a wall she scanned her eye and the secret entrance to the elevator opened. It hurt his eyes to see how brightly lit the elevator was compared to the dark garage. Charlene had invested a little more into keeping this side of her house perfectly hidden hence the change of look for the entrance to the basement. It only installed more fear into Frank, this had obviously been well planned and even if his guys would make the link to come to this woman and question her there was no way they would ever find him. They weren’t stupid coming in such a heavily guarded gated community they wouldn’t do more than ask some polite questions since even getting in here would be risky for them and none would want to face jail on such a small lead. Things really were doomed for him.

Chapter 2

The elevator slowly descended and opened up in the operating room. Frank had no idea what to think of this. The soft pink walls, the girly posters, the pink dresser, it all stood in sharp contrast to the cold stainless steel table with the full length mirror above. The room looked creepy , yet cosy and clean. Nothing like the cold dirty basement he had been expecting to be thrown into. There was no sign from Billy anywhere though, but then again this was clearly not the holding area.

“Do you like it here Frankie? I bet you’ll love it, I know your old friend does. You should see how happy he is here.” Charlene said as she rolled the wheelchair up to the table. Happy here? There was no way Billy didn’t puke just being confronted by all this pink.

Wherever Billy was was a mystery to Frank, what was certain however was the fact that his situation grew ever more dire as Charlene pulled him out of his wheelchair and put him onto the cold table, straps were waiting at each of his limbs and his head, but they weren’t needed, not as long as the muscle relaxant worked. Frank would still be out of use of his muscles for a while. All he could really do was stare up at his own helpless reflection above. Considering how she planned on keeping him topped up during the entire procedure since it was much easier to work with, these cuffs were unnecessary, but oh well, maybe she would decide on a different approach sometime.

“Cinderella, where are you my pretty little doll? You’re present has arrived.” Charlene called out loudly with a big smile much to Franks confusion. Clearly this woman was crazy, but calling for a doll named Cinderella? She must have lost it completely, what was that even supposed to mean? Was it an imaginary friend? No one called their child Cinderella so It couldn’t really be another victim right?

Things only got stranger when a pretty woman with a figure to die for, fully made up as an overly sexualised Disney princess minced into the room. Cinderella had fallen asleep in Charlene’s absence, cradling her owner’s worn panties to her nose. They smelled like pleasure.

Upon entering the room she involuntarily shuddered. While she had settled and accepted her new life one look at the table where it had all started still gave her a terrible feeling. It was only when she got closed to the table thought that a look of utter shock and horror crossed her face. Right there on that table was her oldest and dearest friend, at least one from a life that seemed so long ago. She saw the fear and confusion in his eyes, not quite grasping what was about to happen to him.

“Why don’t you unwrap your present Cinderella, I just know the two of you will have so much fun playing together. You’ve always gotten along so very well after all.” Charlene said as she handed Cinderella a pair of scissors to start cutting away Frank’s clothes. While her doll certainly knew what was going on as evident from the concerned look on her face Frank’s confusion only grew. He didn’t know this doll or whatever. Hell he would have loved knowing her as she seemed to be made for fucking, but he didn’t, not that he was aware of at least.

As docile as Cinderella had become there were doubts in her mind right now. She didn’t want to do this to one of her friends, but the thought of disobeying her owner was scary beyond believe. Besides scary it was useless as well. Over the past year Billy had really come to terms with the harsh realisation that he was no match for Charlene. Not in the slightest. Hell at this point he probably couldn’t even pick a fight with a teenage girl and win. His body had grown as weak as his resolve at this point.

It was that obedience to Charlene that ended up winning it over not wanting to do this to her friend. After all if not her then Charlene would just do the trick. Starting to cut at Frank’s pant leg it took considerable effort for Cinderella to even make a cut in the denim. The scissors might be sharp, but she wasn’t strong enough. It made an idea pop into her head, maybe she could get out of having to do this. “Goddess, could you please unpack my present for me? I’m not strong enough to make it through the denim. Cinderella asked, blushing somewhat under her tattooed on makeup.

Over her stay here Charlene had given her many tasks she wasn’t strong enough to do, tasks Charlene then did with ease just to accentuate her helplessness. It had been very humiliating to admit at the start, not being strong enough to open a bottle or to pick up something remotely heavy, she had gotten used to it though. Now she asked help the moment she thought she would need it, it wasn’t really embarrassing anymore. It had just become a habit really, asking help in front of her old friend brought back some of that embarrassment though, especially considering how she had always been the muscle among the two of them.

“Oh I didn’t even consider that silly me. Of course I can help you Cinderella.” Charlene giggled as she took the scissors in hand and quickly cut through the denim on each leg, even cutting through Franks leather belt with a little bit of effort. In the end Frank was left in just his boxers and shirt. “There you go, what remains should go easier no thick fabrics left now.” Charlene said as she handed the scissors back. Inwardly Cinderella groaned, yet she proceeded as ordered anyway, taking of Frank’s shoes and socks, his neck chain and cutting away the last shred of his clothes leaving him completely naked on the table.

Frank’s confusion only grew. All he could think of was how pathetic this Cinderella doll was. She couldn’t even cut through Denim and she was clearly very submissive to this woman. He couldn’t quite place it but the look in this dolls eyes was one of recognition. If she knew anyone this sexy, submissive and weak he would have remembered. The fact that this bitch who had kidnapped him said they had always gotten along only made things weirder.

Despite all hints and knowledge it was clear to Charlene that Frank still didn’t fully realise who Cinderella was. While it was a little annoying she would have to spell it out, she took pride in that fact above all else. The transformation had been enormous after all, from muscular brute to dainty submissive princess who couldn’t even cut through thicker fabrics.

“What do you think Frankie? Don’t you think you’re going to have fun playing with your old friend Billy here?” Charlene asked with a big smirk as Cinderella looked down at the floor embarrassed beyond believe while the shock on Frank’s face nearly became tangible. Billy this Cinderella freak was Billy? There simply was no way. It went against everything he thought he knew Billy was. Yet at the same time the look on this dolls face told him it wasn’t a lie.

Now more than ever an intense fear gripped Frank. If this was Billy then what the hell did this crazy bitch have in store for him? Would he face a similar fate? He had to get out of here and quickly at that. It was impossible though as he couldn’t move a muscle. If she had thrown him in some dirty basement Frank could have dealt with it, he would have found a way out, but if this is what she had managed to do to Billy of all people then he saw his hopes dwindling fast. If he wanted to get out he would have to figure it out and do it on his own. Counting on Billy’s muscle was out of the question, there simply wasn’t any left.

“Ah I see you’re starting to realise the gravity of the situation, but you still don’t know who I am or why you’re here now do you?” Charlene asked, dying to make the full extend of his situation known. Well she really didn’t have any reasons to wait and Frank wasn’t going to figure it out alone so she decided to just go ahead and explain.

“You could say this is a small high school reunion of sorts, you know, you, Billy and me. Carl, the guy you liked bullying so much for not fitting in, for being more into girl’s things than guy’s things. The one you called a faggot for that very reason. Guess I do make quite a convincing girl don’t I? That or you a faggot yourself, coming home with me because you suspected I had a cock which from the looks of things is way bigger than yours. Maybe it’s both. I bet you and all your buddies would agree that being seduced by a woman like me makes you a big fucking faggot” Charlene exclaimed. She always hated that word, but it was fitting in this situation, fitting to beat down Frank’s big homophobic ego. He deserved nothing more than this.

Just like he couldn’t believe this Cinderella was Billy he couldn’t believe this gorgeous woman had been born a guy, especially not that weirdo from high school. He would never fall for someone like that.

“In any case Frankie boy, you came her for sex didn’t you? And I did promise you the ride of your life. I plan to make good on that promise. It’ll make for a nice photocollage like I made for Billy last year. It was quite spectacular don’t you think?” Charlene mocked him as she stripped out of her outfit completely. She like remaining in her lingerie, but she wanted to sell the illusion of being a man for the sake of the pictures. To Frank’s horror Charlene’s story got confirmed as her big eight inch semi hard cock sprung free. This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening and yet it was?

“Cinderella, why don’t you blow that candle I promised you for your first anniversary here? Just to get it hard though, don’t go any further you cock hungry slut.” Charlene mocked as she pointed to Frank’s flaccid cock which looked about 5 inches tall.

It was a treatment Cinderella had never gotten on her arrival here and while she really didn’t want to suck off her friend she didn’t see any other options. Her owner’s will was law here. As she got up on the table Frank noticed Cinderella’s cock cage for the first time, the pink metal thing lending further credence to the fact that Cinderella had also been born a guy. It remained hard to believe however that she was in fact Billy, especially with the certain eagerness she displayed to take his flaccid cock in her mouth.

All Frank wanted to do was curse some sense into his old friend, to kick him or now her away if she didn’t listen, but all he could do was lay there as Cinderella expertly took care of him. Her soft pillowy lips, her warm mouth and the hard metal ball pierced in her tongue had no difficulties at all working his flaccid cock into an erection which was just short of 6 inches fully hard. It was a scene Charlene eagerly took pictures of with Frank’s phone, easily unlocked with his own thumb, making sure the cock cage was in full view.

The confrontation with the same sort of pictures as last year might raise some suspicions, but now that there was a sissy in the picture she could give the story another twist and make it look different enough. Besides Frank was her last victim for now from that gang as next year her real targets would be released. Two was a coincidence, three was a pattern after all. That and she was quite certain no one would realise the sissy was in fact Billy. It might be a risk, but one that wouldn’t make anyone any wiser.

“I bet everyone you know will love seeing how you have found your real purpose and calling in life, being initiated as a new sissy for your Master. A bit the same like I did for Billy, but different enough. Just look how hard you get getting sucked by a sissy.” Charlene grinned as she showed the damning pictures to Frank who could only look on in horror. If this crazy bitch wanted to put her cock in his mouth or shoot a load across his face there was nothing he could do to stop her.

“Alright Cinderella, it’s time to prepare for the next picture. Why don’t you get up on that hard cock? Take it in your bottom but face away from Frank here.” Charlene ordered as her doll followed her instructions to the letter. Cinderella was so embarrassed, especially with how she was doing this to her old friend, but she couldn’t defy her owner, and she did love a cock in her ass after all the pleasure she had gotten from cock over the last year.

While Cinderella did that Charlene went up on her knees behind Frank, lining up her own rock hard cock with his ass. She didn’t bother with lube, not in the slightest as this shouldn’t be too pleasant for Frank. She just grinned seeing him grimace over her doll’s shoulders as she forced all eight inches of her cock deep inside his ass, her pre cum serving as the only lube. It was a bit difficult, but she managed.

The first few thrusts ended up being just as difficult, but eventually she was starting to leak enough precum to lube Frank up and get a nice pace going. While Charlene was doing so Frank wanted to scream, hell he was so pissed his ass felt as if it was on fire, Charlene’s cock was simply huge, way too big for his poor virgin asshole. The fucking was painful it felt like his insides were being stirred yet when she hit a certain spot in combination with Billy riding his cock it did also end up feeling weirdly pleasurable.

Charlene made a point out of snapping lots of pictures with her cock in his ass while he was being ridden by Cinderella, a perverted trio with only guys, Frank, his new ‘Master’ and his Master’s sissy. If this didn’t get Frank the label of fag among his old friends and acquaintances she didn’t know what would.

This went on for about fifteen minutes, fifteen long minutes for Frank where both Charlene and Cinderella were having a blast. Both fucking Frank at the same time while being face to face, an opportunity Charlene took to make out with her doll, at least until she was getting close to her orgasm. If the fucking hadn’t been as painful and uncomfortable as it was Frank would have came as well, especially since he was even getting there despite the discomfort. Nevertheless he was happy that Charlene pulled her cock from his bottom although he was left feeling weirdly empty.

His relief didn’t last all that long however as Charlene soon made her way to his head where she easily forced his mouth open only to fill it with her cock. The taste was disgusting beyond belief yet Frank could only lay there and let her use him as some limp sex doll. “Turn around for a moment will you Cinderella?” Charlene asked as she started fucking Frank’s throat. It didn’t feel all that good, not since Frank couldn’t do much there was no tongue action like she had thought Cinderella, but then again that wasn’t the point here.

Cinderella by now had lost all senses as she hungrily rode her friends cock, she was past all shame as the pleasure took over. Turning around on Franks cock she continued riding him just like he was a dildo, moaning and whimpering loudly. It only ended up concerning Frank even more. The physical changes in Billy were shocking, but apparently he had also become hungry for cock while becoming Cinderella. Would this happen to him as well? No that couldn’t be, he wasn’t a faggot, but then again he was sure Billy hadn’t been one either although now he was starting to doubt that.

In this new position yet another set of pictures were made. This time with a cock in his mouth and the sissy Cinderella still bouncing on his cock. It was during this set of pictures Cinderella ended up cumming although dribbling was a more accurate description, the load dribbled from her cage onto Frank’s pubic bush as she squealed loudly. “I see you like your present Cinderella now don’t you dare stop. You can stop the moment he cums inside you. It did take you an awfully long time now didn’t it? Tell me my pretty doll, who’s cock is better?” Charlene asked with a smirk.

“Y… yours is Goddess, it’s so much bigger, so much prettier, so much more fuckable and so much more delicious.” Cinderella gushed as she continued riding Frank’s cock in her lust drunk state. She didn’t even have to think about it. Despite the fact that another answer would be punished it was also a truthful answer and another hard stab to Frank’s ego, his cock being less impressive than that of the gorgeous woman who he had fallen for, the one who’s cock was now in his mouth.

“Hear that Frankie? I bet it won’t be a loss if we lock that miserable worm of yours in a pretty cage just like Cinderella’s.” Charlene taunted, twisting the knife Billy had stabbed into his ego. After documenting everything on camera Charlene pulled her cock out and stroked herself to completion painting Franks face white with thick ropes of her cum while laughing wickedly. The smell the look even the taste as some of it landed in his still open mouth. It was all horrible. He had just been abused by a cock on both ends and soon the whole world would see it. Adding to the shame his orgasm didn’t take long after Charlene came on his face. Much to his intense embarrassment he sprayed his load deep inside his old friend’s butt, that while the taste and smell of cum was strong on his own senses.

His ego completely ground in the dirt, feeling gross with himself and completely humiliated this torment seemed to be never ending. “Good girl, now why don’t you move over here and hover that butt of yours over Frankie’s face, facing away from him?” Charlene asked as Cinderella obliged planting a knee on both sides of Frank’s head, her gaping butthole leaking cum only inches from Frank’s face while all he could do was look on horrified, questioning whether this was what his bottom would come to look like as well.

“Good dolly, now rub that bottom of yours in his face, make it look like he is eating that cum filled hole of yours.” Charlene instructed with a smile as Cinderella quickly did as she was told, grinding against Frank’s face, spreading Charlene’s cum while it mixed with his own leaking out of Cinderella’s ass.

Charlene just laughed wickedly as she snapped many more pictures, completing the perverted trio she had created for Frank and posting it all over his social media to make it look like this was his own choice. That he had been a perverted fag all along. In the homophobic environment Frank thrived in this would be a social death sentence. No one would respect him any more after this.

Once she was done posting everything Charlene took the battery out of Franks phone and turned her attention back to him. A big smirk appearing on her face as Cinderella was still eagerly grinding her bottom on his face. “You can stop now Cinderella, it’s time to get our dolly ready. You can kneel at the side of the table and suck my cock while I work though.” Charlene said as Cinderella quickly got off, eager to suck her owner’s cock it’s what she was good at and she felt more at ease on her knees sucking off her owner than she did interacting with her old friend. With this changed version of billy off his face Frank’s panic spiked, get the dolly ready? He had a bad feeling Charlene meant him and he was right.

Chapter 3

“First things first Frankie, let’s get you cleaned up shall we? It’s a pity I know, you look so good with all that cum on your face, but I need a clean canvas to work on.” Charlene said as she scooped as much of the cum from his face into his open mouth, cleaning whatever remained off with a wet wipe. Meanwhile Cinderella was already eagerly sucking her cock.

Frank was glad to get rid of the cum on his face but at the same time it worried him. The way Charlene called it a clean canvas made him fear for worse than just cum as Charlene continued wiping him clean entirely. “There we go, much better, I can always spray another load on that face of yours when you look a little prettier.” Charlene smirked further fuelling Frank’s worries.

What followed confused Frank. Charlene put on a pair of very dark sunglasses, first on herself then on him before taking out something that looked like a barcode scanner. “Now there’s only one step left to get met hat clean canvas I want. All that nasty dirty body hair of yours needs to go permanently.” Charlene grinned as she placed the machine on Frank’s chest and turned it on for one stroke down his hairy chest, showing off the capabilities. Bright light and a terrible burning pain followed. When Frank looked up at his reflection he was horrified seeing the broad smooth strip left in the machine’s wake.

“So much better don’t you think?” Charlene asked as she ran her finger over the smooth strip. It kind of felt like being touched on a mild sunburn for Frank, not excruciatingly painful, but not pleasant either. Above all else it made him terrified of what this meant. Was this really the end of all hair in that strip forever? The chest hair coming out of his shirt was a big part of his appearance as he had to make up for his lack in height. This couldn’t be now could it? From how smooth and soft Cinderella had felt he didn’t have all too high hopes of his hair coming back though.

Now that he realised the gravity of his situation by having a tangible consequence his fear only grew, not that it mattered that much with how helpless he remained. Charlene just whistled a merry tune as she moved the machine back to his chest and carried on what she had started. Next to the hairless strip another appeared, making the strip increasingly wider until his whole chest was smooth. Charlene didn’t stop there though, next was the rest of his stomach, his back, his legs, his groin, his arms, his beard area, even his butt crack and eyebrows weren’t saved.

The whole process was very painful, but finally it all stopped. Frank’s skin tingled uncomfortably just like when he’d spent a little too long in the tanning bed. It was a discomfort he knew rather well, one that wasn’t something he couldn’t deal with. Way harder to deal with was the fact that his body was smooth all over, permanently, a small change like his hair gone already made such a difference as far as appearance was concerned. It was simply shocking.

“There’s that canvas I was after, so much better don’t you agree?” Charlene grinned as she took off both their glasses and trailed a finger from his chest down to the toes of his now hairless body. “I have been looking forward to this all year Frankie, god I’m so happy you’re here now.” She gushed.

“This next bit is a little trickier, but then again it is easier than it was with Billy so I guess we will have no problems. Cinderella turned out mighty fine after all, a theory proven right and one I can safely carry out again in other words.” Charlene said speaking in riddles as she pulled up a menacing looking drill with a needle attached to it.

“You see Cinderella’s figure is all natural, no silicon or anything added into it, just a little surgical trickery and a well-controlled diet.” Charlene explained giving the drill a push which gave a suction noise, testing if it still worked. “What I’m going to do is collect all fat tissue in the areas where I don’t want it to go, mainly around your waist and stomach. I am then going to reintroduce them to your system, in all the places I do want them to go, a nice even spread starting light at your knees, slowly increasing up your thighs with a lot of it going into your bottom and hips. The rest of it will go into your chest now isn’t that exciting. It’ll allow me to control your figure by your diet. The more I fatten you up the bigger your breasts and butt will get while that waist will remain slender forever.”

While it sounded a little futuristic it sounded scary above all and seeing the effect it had had on Billy he was scared senseless. Soon the light discomfort from the burn paled compared to what was about to happen. Without further ado Charlene drove the needle into his already slender stomach, collecting all fat tissue that could cause a pot belly as well as the tissue along his waist. It was less painful than he had expected and it didn’t make much of a difference as far as look was concerned, never the less Charlene’s promise kept him terrified.

After the extraction came the reintroduction. Carefully and measured Charlene followed the procedure she had explained. Injecting his own fat cells back into his thighs in ever increasing quantities saving most for his butt, hips and breasts. After every bit of fat was relocated she gave his slightly sore chest, butt, hips and thighs a massage to assure the spread was even all over. Apart from some discomfort you could barely tell anything had happened, but that would come eventually.

In all essence her dolls kind of worked like blow-up dolls. Only blowing them up them up was done by introducing a calory rich diet which would slowly expand their new curves. It was genius if she did say so herself. It was also fun that she saw more immediate results with Frank than she had with Billy, even just getting rid of his body hair made him easier on the eye already. She was certain she would be able to make him look pretty good straight away compared to the hulk in a dress that had been billy at the start.

“So now that the structural works are out of the way we can start on your makeover, now isn’t that exciting?” Charlene asked, obviously rhetorical. Frank was slowly starting to lose hope now. What damage would she end up doing to him before he could make his escape from this horrid place. When would his muscle control come back? Would he ever get out of here? If he remained here as long as Billy, Billy who couldn’t even cut through denim anymore the answer to that last question was probably a resounding no.

Grinning widely Charlene pressed a few buttons on her phone and soon loud music filled the entire room. “I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world, life in plastic, it’s fantastic.” Started playing on repeat, a hint to just what she had in store for him.

The first thing Charlene did to start his makeover was spread a white kind of foul smelling paste all throughout his long black hair. When every bit was sufficiently covered she put a pink plastic cap on his head, taking in all hair to let the product do it’s work.

What followed were the nails on both his toes and his fingers. Each one was covered in three coats of hot pink pith a glittery coat to finish it off. For now his nails remained short, but she wanted to let them grow instead of having a doll with fake nails. From his nails she moved on to his head where she raised a scalpel up to his face, lowering it to his eyes. Frank was terrified about what she could do to him, but much to his relief all she did was make a small cut where his brow had been. It left behind a tiny black line. Tiny cut after tiny cut Charlene micro bladed on a pair of very thin arched eyebrows that would grace his face forever.

From the scalpel she moved on to a tattoo gun, one she used to create a neat looking permanent black line under his eye, making his eyes stand out that much more. On top she did the same ending it in an elegant winged tip before moving on to the eyelid itself. Blending was pretty much impossible with this tattoo pend so she was forced to go for a solid colour. It was settled on a solid soft pink eyeshadow gracing his now gorgeously made up eyes permanently.

Frank was horrified seeing how his face was made up heavily and permanently. Even if he could escape he would look like either a woman or a freak. Charlene wasn’t even done yet. Next up where his lips which were painted a luscious bubble-gum pink in a perfect cupid’s bow. It left his lips tingling something fierce. “There we go, you’re looking so much better already it will take a little bit of time for that lip tattoo to have it’s full effect though. I’m sure you feel it tingle by now. Well just so you know, it has a special component that makes the lips swell, I’m sure you’ve noticed Cinderella’s pillowy lips, and I’m sure you had to be rather jealous. Don’t worry though, you’ll be sporting a pair of your own very soon.” She giggled while Frank looked up at his already heavily feminised face. The swelling of his lips would only make things worse.

“In any case, let’s move on shall we, I’m sure you love admiring your new look, but just you wait until it is finished.” Charlene taunted knowing that Frank probably hated it. With the permanent makeup out of the way she pulled out the piercing gun and released a quick shot in both earlobes. The holes were quickly filled by a pair of big golden hoop earrings, big enough to reach down to his chin. She then pulled out his tongue and jabbed a hole trough it filling it with a metal ball. With Billy she had only done so during the course of the year, but ever since feeling that ball move on her cock she didn’t want to go back anymore. Since she had discovered the joys she had vowed to giving one to each of her dolls.

“There we go, let’s see how that hair of yours is doing shall we?” Charlene grinned down on her victim as she started removing the pink hair cap. Taking a shower head from the side she started gently rinsing Frank’s long hairs the paste laced water flowing down the drain at the upper end of the table. While the white paste flowed away the colour didn’t much to Frank’s horror, his once black hair was left completely white.

“You know Frankie boy I really have to thank you. Thanks to your good care and decision to keep your hair long I don’t have to bother using a wig like I had to do with Cinderella. I mean it wouldn’t be that big a bother but you know, dealing with the real stuff instead of waiting till it grows is so much more fun.” Charlene gushed. If Frank had known this would have been done to his hair he would have gone bald. Charlene wasn’t finished yet though. With his hair rinsed she applied a new slightly yellower paste and put the cap back on.

“That hair of yours just needs a little more setting time, but don’t worry, we ca get you dressed while we wait. Now isn’t that exciting? You are one lucky guy don’t you think? After all you got yourself an orgasm. Cinderella wasn’t so lucky, she was locked up without and she hasn’t touched her cock ever since. Although I guess in the bigger picture this last orgasm won’t matter in a year now will it?” Charlene asked as she pulled out a hot pink metal cage. Frank just looked at it mournfully, at this point it wasn’t even his biggest worry, just one of his many worries.

A little bit of fumbling later Frank’s cock was locked up in the unyielding metal cage, an elegant silver heart shaped padlock locked on reading the name “Barbie” in an elegant cursive script. What followed was a soft pink satin under bust corset. It would support the breasts that would form without hiding them. She laced it as tight as she possibly could drawing in Frank’s waist a couple of inches. It would end up accentuating his new figure even further. A pair of garter straps ending in pink bows on the clip dangled down Frank’s smooth thighs.

Next she rolled a pair over extremely glossy thigh high stockings up his legs, they were sheer yet sturdy with a shine that would catch everyone’s eye. Without much trouble she attached the garters so they wouldn’t slide down again. The smooth skin, his made up face and now this outfit made Frank look more like a woman than a man for sure, that despite his cock cage being on full display.

His new outfit was no where near done however. The stocking had barely been attached when Charlene added a pair of white nylon ankle socks. They had a very frilly pink lace trim and a big pink satin bow sitting above his heel. A pair of soft pink lacquered Mary-Jane styled five inch tall heels followed, forcing his feet into an uncomfortable arch.

For his top Charlene then put a sheer white blouse on him. It had short puffed up sleeves only reaching a little down his shoulders. Each arm cuff had a big pink satin bow attached to it. All the blouse really did was cover effeminate him even further. The material was sheer enough to keep his corset and nipples in plain view. The blouse was buttoned up until just underneath his chin.

After the blouse came the skirt, a vintage soft pink poodle skirt with a few modifications was then put on him. It was high waisted, the waistband staring right under his rib cage in the smallest part of his waist, closed by a lacquered pink belt, strapped tight by a big gold buckle accentuating his new small waist even further. The skirt reached till just above his knees making it shorter than the real vintages. What made it really stand out compared to the vintage however was how the front and back of the skirt could easily pushed open to reveal what was underneath. A slit running from the waist to the bottom was strategically hidden in one of the skirt’s folds, making it look esthetically perfect.

Charlene had opted for a vintage Barbie look from what she considered the height of feminity, the period where an hourglass figure was the norm. With the main part of the outfit taken care off it was time to add the little details and accessories. There wasn’t much more to add really. A broad statin ribbon was tied around his neck, tied off in a neat bow at the front of his neck. The last accessory was a pair of white lace fingerless gloves tied off with a pink bow at the wrists.

“Ah here we are, it has cost a lot of work, but the results are here to show for it don’t you agree? You’ve really become one pretty Barbie doll haven’t you? Which by the way is your new name from now on. Frank is but a memory, for now till forever you’ll be known as Barbie, my pretty dolly. You’re nearly perfect. All that remains now is that pretty hair of yours.” Charlene gushed as Frank was horrified. She was right he looked more like a barbie than a nightclub owner and a big part of it was irreversible. Getting out of here or not he doubted he could go back to his normal life ever again.

When his hair was let go out of the cap and rinsed out it only added insult to injury. His previously black hair now was a platinum blonde colour making him look even more like a Barbie doll. For a moment he was given a slight reprieve as Charlene brushed the wet hair over hid face. Setting him up right and brushing the hair out all around his head. In the back the split ends were cut, but in front of his face it was cut in a pair of straight bangs ending just above his thin arched tattooed on brows. The remainder of his hair was then collected into a tight immaculate ponytail high on top of his head, tied off with yet another big pink satin bow completing the look.

The asshole of a Frank who had once tormented her, the one who had tormented so many people through his orders in the safety of his night club was no more. In his place only Charlene’s pretty Barbie doll remained. He might have the look now, but Charlene knew that he still posed a threat. She wasn’t stupid. Just like she had done to Billy however she would end up breaking him as well.

While it would probably take way less time to let Frank’s muscle melt away to the point where she could overpower him with only one arm and no effort, the trouble wasn’t in his muscle. In essence he would probably be harder to break. Billy might have been a brute, but he was easy to manipulate. Frank’s mental resolve was probably stronger. Then again it was not like he would have a choice whether he’d bend to her will or not. One thing was for sure. She loved how he turned out as her Barbie doll, so if not bent to her will he would certainly get bent over.

She let out a loud moan of sheer pleasure as she looked over her latest victim, admiring her work while depositing another big load of cum in Cinderella’s mouth, giving her doll a well-deserved reward for all her sucking efforts.

As horrid as all of this had been, as devastating as his new look was a little hope was starting to arise. Frank did manage to twitch his finger slightly, the control of his muscles was coming back and while he might not be able to reverse some of these horrid changes he sure as hell would make this bitch pay for them big time.

Chapter 4

Her doll’s twitching finger didn’t go unnoticed by Charlene either. The drug was slowly wearing out, but she wasn’t all that bothered. There was no need to top Barbie up again. It would still take about half an hour until he would be able to get up on his own accord, maybe longer considering his tall heels which she was sure were new to him. In any case it provided her with more than enough time to get her doll into her box where regaining control of her muscles would mean nothing.

Without wasting anymore time Charlene pulled her new doll off the table and back into the wheelchair. It made Barbie nervous. Just now that she was starting to get some slight control back they were off to somewhere else. Hopefully it would be some place similar to where she had just been. If she had gotten full control back while still on that table it would have been game over for Charlene.

Barbie’s hopes of getting the upper hand quickly disappeared once they entered the corridor that had been Cinderella’s home this past year. A corridor filled with big people sized boxes fashioned after the image of a doll box, a sturdy pink frame with a window in the front to see the ‘product’. There were boxes standing side by side along both walls of the corridor, all closed except for the first one they passed. One box’s front was open, the name written on the side reading Cinderella, Billy’s prison for this past year.

One look inside made Barbie shake with horror, the sturdy looking cuffs, and above all both dildo’s at the ready made her lose all hope of escaping. Much to her surprise this is where they stopped as well. Walking to the other side of the corridor Charlene scanned her eye making the box opposite of Cinderella’s open. This box had Barbie written on the side in an elegant pink cursive script. Apart from the different name the box looked identical.

By this point Barbie could manage to slowly curl and stretch her finger and toes. It didn’t do her any good though as Charlene simply lifted her dead weight out of the chair and placed her into the box. A pained grimace, further evidence of Barbie’s increasing control as she was lowered onto the big dildo, in all essence impaled on the fake cock modelled after Charlene’s own cock.

The cuffs on her wrists and ankles followed for if the dildo wouldn’t be enough. When Charlene moved the dildo to her now decently puffed up lips Barbie managed enough control to close her mouth on her own accord. It didn’t matter though, her muscles were still weak enough for Charlene to easily force open and shove the dildo connected to the top of the box inside Barbie’s mouth, deep enough that the box wouldn’t allow her the space to move off of it. Last but not least a sleeve ending in a tube was fitted over her new cock cage and with that Barbie was all settled in her new home.

Charlene didn’t bother giving her new doll the explanation she had given Cinderella last year, instead she wanted to let her figure it out on her own. Mainly because she was dying for some release again. This whole boxing ritual had turned her on greatly once more. “Well Barbie, I have to say I am dying to play with you, but after waiting a year I can wait a little longer. After all I don’t think it’s safe to play with you now is it? Not without another shot and since I already have a dolly more than happy to please me I guess waiting will be even easier. You’ll get out once more when I deem it safe. For now that means by, but don’t worry, I let you join in on the fun at least a little.” Charlene said as she closed the box for what Barbie guessed was forever. She would never let herself sink as low as Billy had and so it would never be safe for Charlene to take her out. When she would it would be her biggest mistake ever or at least so Barbie thought.

She did wonder though, what did Charlene mean by let her join in on the fun at least a little? She soon got the answer as Charlene took Cinderella who had neatly followed behind all this time and pushed her face first against the window of Barbie’s box, her two doll’s faces only a few inches apart. Pinning her Doll against the glass with one hand Charlene pressed some buttons on Barbie’s box making a funnel attached to a tube come out of the bottom of the box. Within a few seconds the funnel was aligned right underneath Cinderella’s cage.

Giving Barbie a wicked smile Charlene started fucking Cinderella hard, pushing and keeping her against the glass. It must be obvious to Barbie how much Cinderella was enjoying this, a little view into her own future in all essence. Her Dolls enjoyment soon became even more obvious as she came for the first time, a load dripping out of the tip of her cage right into the funnel and through the inner mechanics of Barbie’s box got shot straight into her mouth out of the tip of the dildo.

The shock on Barbie’s face only grew when it happened. Charlene was loving every minute of it, fucking her one doll while still being face to face with the other. It might not be safe to really include Barbie just yet, but using her as the cumdump in this bizarre trio certainly gave a kick.

While Charlene was busily fucking Cinderella, able to go for a while after having already came twice this evening, Barbie was getting full control of her muscles back. It only mad the show better for Charlene, seeing her doll ball her fists, pull on cuffs which didn’t move a bit being attached to the box without a chain at all. All Barbie managed to do was wiggle a little on the dildo in her bottom and bob her head a little on the one in her mouth. She tried moving back, but she couldn’t, not far enough, making it look like she was trying to suck the dildo in her mouth much to Charlene’s hilarity.

Cinderella ended up cumming two more times, two more small watery loads which went through the funnel into Barbie’s mouth while the hatred in her eyes burned on Charlene, it only caused her to laugh though. Eventually she was ready to cum as well though and while she loved doing so in her doll she couldn’t pass up this opportunity to feed Barbie another load. Moving a flustered over stimulated doll out of the way, Charlene pumped herself to completion over the funnel, a look of orgasmic bliss washing over her face as rope after rope of her cum made it into the funnel and eventually through the dildo into Barbie’s mouth who could only swallow or choke. As gross as it was she swallowed this horrid woman’s cum who had kidnapped her yet again.

“Enjoy Barbie, I’ll be back with you shortly.” Charlene smirked as she turned her attention back to Cinderella. It was time to box her other doll as well, a routine Cinderella knew very well. With a little help of her Goddess she moved onto the dildo, her gaping hole well accustomed to the size. She opened her mouth for the feeding dildo and all though unnecessary, moved her limbs in place for the cuffs. Here she would wait for her owner to come play with her once more. She was already looking forward to it. A push on a button later Cinderella’s feeding and cleaning cycle started stimulating her to yet another orgasm.

With Cinderella taken care off her mind out of this world again as she was fucked once more Charlene turned her attention back to her Barbie doll. The look of pure hatred was only returned with a wicked smirk. The funnel was still out and Charlene knew just how to give her new doll the maximum disrespect. “You know how you and Billy once flushed my head in a toilet you had both pissed in? Well I send my regards.” Charlene said as she took her cock in hand and started peeing straight into the funnel.

The hatred soon melted away replaced by horror as the dildo in Barbie’s mouth started peeing as well with only a slight delay. In all essence Charlene was peeing right into her mouth, but without the risk that he might bite. Hell it was even better seeing eye to eye while she did this than having her doll on her knees in front of her.

Once she was done peeing she went over to the control panel of the box made the funnel retreat and started up Barbie’s cleaning and feeding cycle as well. She hadn’t had any kind of explanation about this boxes features, but Charlene knew she would lean quickly. Moving back a little to have a perfect view over her doll’s first cycle she just enjoyed the show.

It started by a strong stream entering her sore ass which had been virgin only hours ago. The dildo pumped her full with lukewarm water till the point where she was having heavy crams thinking she was about to burst. It didn’t really take all that much with her restrictive corset. While this went on the dildo on top started face fucking her, depositing an occasional spray of something warm gooey and rather thick with an artificial cum flavour to it right into her mouth, washing away the taste of piss although this taste wasn’t much better.

She wasn’t fed all that much, just enough to keep her healthy while the remainder of her energy would come from first breaking off the fat tissue she had, then from muscles. Once she was just as weak as Cinderella her diet would change to a rather calorie rich one. One that would make all her fat cells swell once more and give her that nice hourglass figure with breasts and a butt to die for.

If the feeling had felt weird and awful, the way this dildo was now sucking all water out of her felt even weirder. It was followed by being filled and emptied again before the dildo in her bottom started roughly fucking her, pounding her sore ass without relenting. The dildo in her mouth kept up its face fucking despite her feeding being over.

Violated at both ends all Barbie wished for was for the rough pounding to stop, she was dealing with her own situation too much to even care about Charlene’s presence by now. Charlene just watched on, enjoying the show for about half an hour before she grew a little too tired and retreated to the elevator to head to her bed on the upper levels of her house, sleeping like she didn’t have two helpless dolls in her basement waiting to be played with. This Halloween had been the best once more. She played a trick and got a delicious treat. Satisfied Charlene drifted off to sleep.

Barbie wasn’t so lucky though, Cinderella on the opposite side of the corridor had fallen asleep as well, how anyone could sleep like this was beyond her, but that wasn’t on her mind right now. All she cared for was for the fucking to stop, but the dildo remained unrelenting.

It took three hours, three hours until the dildo was able to provide enough stimulation to her prostate to make her cum. A load that was promptly fed back to her, but at least the dildos stopped, they remained deeply buried inside of her, but the pounding had stopped leaving a sore embarrassed Barbie doll behind, the taste of cum strong in her mouth as she was trapped and unable to fall asleep. What was this horrid prison? How would she get out of this thing? When? She couldn’t even move and this was only the first of many evenings and days to come.