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by Jean M. Chambers
Judy, an ex-girlfriend I met through another friend, were in the bedroom at her apartment. She said she could out wrestle me and pushed me on to her bed. I thought she was playing and only resisted a little. Then she got rough, calling me a bitch, and saying I was a 'Barbie'. She was way stronger than I imagined and I struggled harder, but she got rougher. She slapped me so hard across the face it stunned me. By the time I recovered she had me handcuffed, spread eagle on her bed. I strained at the cuffs until my wrists were red. "You act more like a girl than I do." she said, pulling a ball gag out of the drawer and forcing the ball into my mouth. "When we are out, you don't even stand up for me. You let people cut in front of us at restraunts. You even let guys hit on me right in front of you. The other night you even let that guy in the pub grope me and didn't say a word. In fact, I think you enjoyed it! You don't deserve to wear men's cloths. So, I decided, Barbie, that you wouldn't, anymore." She pulled a large pair of scisors out of the night stand and slowly cut all of my clothes off.
Then she got her electric shaver from the bathroom and said she would show me what a 'Barbie' should look like. I struggled against the cuffs. She shaved the hair off my body anyway. When she was done she sat next to me on the bed smiling. "I can't forget these!" she smirked and shaved my eyebrows off too. She pulled a wide, imitation, diamond choker out of a night stand, dangled it in front of me, then smiled as she draped it around my neck, fastening it snugly in the back. "I had this made especially for you, Barbie." she said, drawing a finger down my chest.
She finally uncuffed me and I was pissed. She told me I could leave if I wanted to, but would get arrested without any clothes. She laughed. Mine were shredded. "Here, you may use some of mine." she offered. She threw a black bra, panties, and stockings on the bed, then threw a short, black, cocktail dress at me from her closet. It had a sweetheart front and sheer sleeves and deep plunge back. I didn't have much choice so I grabbed them and put them on, figuring any clothes were better than none. The panties were open in the rear, leaving my butt exposed. I decided it was time to leave and grabbed a pair of plain, flat sandles from her closet. I didn't care that I was dressed like a woman, this had gone far enough and I was leaving. I headed for the door, flat sandles in hand. "Not so quick, Barbie!" she spat, emphisizing Barbie, "We're not done." A jolt ran through my body from my neck. I fell to the floor, limp. "Now is that anyway for a lady to act? Judy waved a small remote control. I realized the choker was really a cleverly disguised dog training collar. A wave of despair flowed over me when I realized how trapped I was. She had total control over me and I wouldn't do a thing about it. I put on the silver sandles, picked up the clutch, and stood there defiantly.
She had me sit down at her vanity. "A lady wouldn't go out without fixing herself up first, now would she? First, though, you need some matching earings for that choker." she held a tool that looked like a staple gun to my ear. My ear lobe stung when she pulled the trigger. "Two more I think." she said, and my ear stung twice again. She did the same to the other ear. When she was done I had two diamond studs and a diamond dangly in each ear. I wanted to scream, but she had me and she knew it. I cringed when she started puting makeup on my face. I could tell she enjoyed penciling in arched eyebrows and painting my face like a call girl. She apprehensivly as did as she said and glued on long, red nails. Then she took the nail glue and put a thin line around the inside edge of a long, curley, blonde wig. She centered it on my head and pressed it into place. It burned my forehead a little and I told her so. Judy laughed for two minutes straight. "That's because, Barbie," she said, picking up the bottle of nail glue and turning me around. I felt her run the bottle down the zipper of the dress. "This isn't nail glue. It's superglue and you won't be able to take the nails or dress off without pulling your fingernails off or ripping your dress." I whirled around, pulling at the zipper. It wouldn't budge neither would the nails. She laughed hard for another minute or two. I felt like crying. She pushed me in front of her dressing mirror telling me I wasn't particularly pretty, but would definitely pass as a woman and I could see she was right.
"That's better, Barbie. Now, let's go." Again she emphisized Barbie. She, tossed a pair of three and a half inch silver sandles and an evening clutch at me, telling me to put them on and leave the others. I looked at the heels and clutch and told her no way. I told her, "I'm not going anywhere dressed like this." I tugged the hem of the cocktail dress down. "Why not?" she asked, "I've watched you visually rape many a woman who were dressed up for an evening out. Now you'll get to experience it yourself." She made a motion with the remote and my eyes went wide, anticipating the pain that never came. "Now, let's go." We walked to her car in the parking lot where we passed another couple. The man eyed me up and down when he knew his girl couldn't see him. I felt like a piece of meat, completely naked, even though I was only half.
We got into her car and she drove us to a club called 'Saintans'. We entered the back door. The interior was dark, with several rooms off a main corridor. All were decorated like dungeons. It was a BDSM club. My girlfriend said hi to a couple of girls as they passed. They eyed me, turned to each other, and giggled. I could tell they were employees by their outfits. She led me into oneof the rooms and over to a padded, wooden sawhorse. She looked around to make sure no one was watching. It had shackles bolted to the bottom of the legs. "Lay over it." she commanded. "No!" I retorted, "You're not getting me on that!" She reached into her pocket and I was jolted by the collar. I went limp again.
Judy pushed me over the sawhorse and quickly fastened my wrists and ankles with the shackles. She leaned close to my face and said, "Now be a good girl and open wide." She pulled a leather head harness and ball gag over my head, forcing the ball into my mouth. I heard a small padlock click into place behind my head, then watched helplessly as she padlocked the shackles. She pulled a tube of jell out of her purse and applied some to her fingers. She smiled while working the jell between them. "This is going to hurt you more that it is me, Barbie." She reached under my dress and smeared the jell in my butt crack, then pushed two fingers into my hole. I tried to move away, but couldn't. She left the room for a minute, came back with an instimatic camera, and took my picture.
She showed it to me. What I saw was a blonde female, shackled to a sawhorse with a ball gag forced between her deep, red lips. Her long, curly, blonde hair flowed out from the head harness. The short, black cocktail dress barely covered her rear. "Consider yourself one of the girls, tonight. Of course you will get paid for playing the tortured maiden, just like the other girls do. The money is good and, over time you'll get used to it. I've arranged it with the management." The room was starting to fill with people, strapping their partners to other torture devices, and having sex. Two young men walked up behind me. "Here," Judy said to them, pulling my skirt up to expose my rear, "she is all yours." Seeing the bound, helpless blonde in front of them gave them hard ons. Then one forced himself inside me. I winced.
Judy put a leather cat mask over her eyes, stripped off her clothes to reveal a leather teddy with stockings and laid down on the table next to me. It was a torture rack. She attached the cuffs to her ankles, laid back and snapped self locking wrist cuffs on her wrists. She was trapped now, too. The man behind me was pumping me hard and I moaned. His partner climbed on top of Judy who was now in spread eagle position and pushed inside her. She pulled at the restraints, knowing she couldn't get loose, and started moaining, "No, please. No. Don't!" I felt the man behind me getting harder, then he exploded his cum inside of me. Judy and I stayed shackled all night and were subjected to a steady line of men and women. When they closed a lady came around and released us. "You girls did good tonight." she said, " especially you Barbie. The men were buzzing like bees about you, and I see why. You're hot hunny. I'm glad Judy had us hire you. Well, I'll see you both next week." She pinched my ass and walked away with a practiced sway of her hips.
"Tomorrow! Tomorrow!" I steamed, "I'll be damned if I'm doing this tomorrow, or ever, again. Now, take me home!" Judy surprised me. "OK, but that might not be a good idea." she smiled. The drive to my apartment was quiet. I slammed the car door when I got out. "Here, Judy called." tossing the silver clutch to me. "Your ID and keys are in it." I picked it upand stormed inside. My key wouldn't work in the door. I tried to force it, then the door flew open. A muscular, hairy man ina pair of boxer shorts stood there eyeing me up and down. "Well hello there babe! What can I do for, you? I wasn't expecting company my first night here, but for a lady as fine looking as you, I'll make an exception." he said. "What are you doing in my apartment?" I demanded in a feminine voice. "Your apartment? This is my apartment. Call my landlady, Judy. She'll tell you." he said, amused. "This is my apartment and I'll prove it. Here is my driver's license." I dug it out of the purse and stuck it in his face. He squinted at it and said, "Well, Barbie Frever, this isn't 120 Towne Center, Apartment, 32. Are you feeling OK? You want to come in and sit down?" I looked incredulously at the license. It wasn't me in the photo, but we could have been twins. It read, Name: Barbie Frever, Sex: female, Address: 120 Towne Center, Apartment, 32.
Dazed, I walked back outside. What had that bitch, Judy done? A car horn woke me from my trance. "Barbie! I've been waiting for you girl. Get in. I'd like to get home sometime tonight." I slid into the seat next to her and we drove to her place, 120 Towne Center, Apartment, 32 in silence. I followed her inside. "What the fuck have you done to me!" I yelled. "What have I done? You already know that. You are now Barbie Frever. Cute, hunh? Frever? Forever? Get it? Here these are yours too, now. You'll need them." She tossed several papers into my lap. I stared at the top one, a Highschool Diploma for Barbie Frever. There was a also a Certificate from a school of beauty and Beautician License with the same name. Then I spotted the Birth Certificate for Barbie Frever. Born female in 1961. I was now a 40 year old, female, Beautician. "We're roomies now, Barbie." chirped Judy, "I sublet your apartment and sent a letter of resignation to your old employer. You told them how your job sucked and you needed a career change.
I spotted a check from 'The Biestro', made out to Barbie Frever, for 'Cocktail Waitress'. "Wait a minute! I'm not a cocktail waitress, or any other kind of waitress. Not now, not ever!" I yelled at Judy. She smiled, "You are now, hun. Here. See?" She went into her spare bedroom and came back with a photo showing me, Judy, and several other girls posing in front of a bar. We were showing our red garters on black, fishnet clad thighs. The outfits were skimpy. They were white, low cut, short sleeved, peasant blouses with puffy shoulders, black waist corsets, and very short, full red skirts. White ruffled petticoats were visible beneath. Judy saw me staring at the outfit, "Your uniform is in your closet. Try it on, if you like. It fits like a glove. Trust me. I should know. You'll be wearing it tomorrow afternoon anyway, when we go to work. The girls will be glad to have you back." She looked at the clock, "Oh, look at the time. We better get to bed, or we'll be exhausted tomorrow. Good night, Barbie. See you in the AM." She went to her room and closed the door. My head was whirling. I went into the spare bedroom and turned on the light. It was decorated in typical female. There was an assortment of photos on the stands and dressers. Most had me in them. One looked like it was from a highschool prom. I was wearing an off the shoulder, red taffeta gown with matching long sleeve gloves and clutch. A diamond choker, similar to the one I wore encircled my neck. I lay back on the bed, mind racing, trying to figure a way out of this situation. I knew the longer I let it continue, the more trapped I would become into actually being Barbie Frever. I fell asleep.
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