A Barbie for Brock
by
Becca Mitchell and E.H.
“I love Brock, and I just want him to be happy.”
I said to the small blonde tied in the chair.
Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me. I had taped her mouth shut and by now she had stopped struggling and screaming. The place we were in was too desolate for anyone to hear. We were quite safe from prying eyes and ears.
She watched me, with her blue dove’s eyes, as I finished sharpening my tools. I thought that if I talked to her, it would keep my mind clear and might even calm her down.
“You see, Brock has been my love for a long time. I will do anything for him, especially to ensure his happiness.” I smiled at the young woman with bulging eyes and a toothy grin.
She began to weep.
“I can see why he thought you were so attractive. Doll like eyes, soft light blonde hair, a perfect size with a career to match. You have everything to offer and the thing is, maybe he’s right to want you,” I said with a grin.
She flinched from me as my blade grazed across her stomach.
I laughed and tried to bring her comfort. “Why, I’m not disagreeing, nor am I saying that I blame him… or you. I’m saying I would like to help you be more pleasing to him.”
I watched as the Barbie began to squirm with wide eyes and studied my every move. She stared up with me in fear and out eyes met. I smiled and brought my blade close to her face.
“Now, what shall we fix first?” I asked, leaning close to her. I surveyed her face, and I noticed all the makeup which had been put on with perfection. She must have spent at least an hour with toner, foundation, blushes, liner, all blended together in the flawless face gazing up at me.
“This won’t do my dear. Don’t you know Brock is a sucker for natural beauty?” I smirked and shook my head at her then gathered up the steel wool and varnish. “Don’t you know that nothing can compare to natural beauty?” I grasped her face tight with my fingers then began to scrub.
She screeched and cringed through the duct tape over her mouth.
“I refinish furniture, did you know that?” I asked “So I know how to bring out the natural beauty. With the amount of face paint on you, I think I may need to use some elbow grease”
Her face began to bleed a little and the varnish made her scream again.
I scrubbed hard and watched as her skin took on a bright red. I shook my head in amusement as I watched her start to cry. Her tears made her grated skin ignite in pain and burn like fire.
I admired her fresh skin while she whimpered through the tape. “There now, much better. Don’t you realize that many women pay a lot of money for this sort of chemical peel on their faces? You should be thanking me.” I looked her over again, “Lets see now, Brock also prefers women a bit more shapely so we will have to work with what we can.” I studied her perfect size six body. “You’re a bit too firm so I can’t really use any of the fat on your body currently.”
She whimpered and was stifling her tears so they wouldn’t burn her face.
Glancing around, I found the lard I had purchased from the local butcher. I loved baking with it, and it also worked really well as a fat substitute. I yanked on the chain she was cuffed too and used the pulley system I had rigged lift her up and stretched her out.
“I think you would be more comfortable if I put you out. The last few times they squirmed so much, they made quite a mess, let me tell you. And what good would you be to Brock if you were nothing but a jagged up wreck?” I smiled at her, shook my head, then started the I.V. I knew it would work fast. it was better if this Barbie was sound asleep.
The Barbie continued to doze. I was able to lay her flat and go to work. Experience had taught me that if I wasn’t careful, I would end up killing her. I needed her alive to make sure it was what Brock really wanted. After all, this was all for him. The others I had picked up for him? They didn’t fare so well.
My usual procedure was once I made the first cut, I would wait and see if they were still conscious. If they were they would squirm and make the cuts worse. A couple of Barbies survived but ended up going into shock. It was sad really. I wasn’t doing this to hurt them. I was just trying to make Brock happy. To prove to him that even if I couldn’t be with him, I wanted him to be loved and cared for. If one of these Barbies could do that, then what did it matter?
I started with her breasts and made the incision under her left one first, then the right. I brought the tube I had filled with lard and began to squeeze it in. I hoped maybe this time it would work. I rolled her onto her flat stomach and made a small incision on her ass. I then squeezed the lard into her butt.
When I was finished, her breast size had almost tripled and her butt was large and round. Just like Brock liked. I was careful with her ass and breasts–at least I thought I was.
Then came the moment of truth. I waited for the Barbie to wake up. I long since stopped asking their names. What did it matter? They were all Barbies to me. After this many I also stopped remembering as to how I picked them up. I was always careful. Typically, I would “run into them” somewhere. Like the mall, coffee shop, hipster grocery store, you know, the typical places. Brock would admire them from afar, eyeing them up. Without a word I would track them down for him.
I knew what Brock liked. I had since we were kids. He was older than me, but it didn’t matter. I always knew what he wanted. He and my brother had become best friends when they were seven. I was two years old at the time and even followed him around then.
During my teenage years I always tried to make him take notice of me. I would dress for him and flirt with him, but he always had some kind of blonde barbie with him. I was blonde too, but not Barbie blonde. I had way too many curves. I did what my mother always said, “Cut your coat according to your cloth”. So I found a way to make him happy.
I always knew what Brock was in to: from women, to clothes, to sports. Even down to his beer and food. I knew I could pick out a woman who would make him happy. Yet in the end, they all fell short. He seemed to tire and grow restless with them. So what else could I do? I knew I had to create for him the perfect female.
I would carefully watch whatever woman seemed to catch his eye. I wasn’t sure what his deal was with Blonde Barbies, but hey what was I to say? Everyone had something. So I obliged. I would track her down and make her presentable. The only problem was so many of them would die before he ever saw them. And the others? Well, he never really got a chance to see them. I’m not sure why, it could have just been bad luck. He would have to back out of our meeting which would leave me alone with his Barbie. She would go into shock and I would always have to take care of her. This time though, I was sure this one would be a success.
The surgery went well, but I noticed her eyes weren’t the right shade of blue. She still needed a little bit of work. I drew the blue dye into the needle and forced her eyes open. She was still a little groggy, but I didn’t care. Brock needed his perfect shade of blue. I injected each eye with that deep, rich blue. After a few moments, the Barbie came around and started shrieking. I had on my noise cancelling headphones but I saw her clawing at her eyes and screaming. I shrugged and upped her morphine. In time she would see I was only making her beautiful. She would scream no more once she made Brock happy.
I stepped back and admired my work. Her eyes flickered and I could see the deep, dark blue that only I knew how to create. Her full, swollen breasts were nice and perky but were starting to bruise. I knew her rear end would be causing her pain as well. I could see the horrible swelling and the misshapen form it was starting to take. I had also used a cheese grater on her lips so they were swollen and a crimson red. Brock and I both had an appreciation for the color blood red. So this way, they should always look like this. I grated the first few layers of skin to give her that beautiful red.
I could hear the Barbie’s shallow breathing. I suspected shock would be setting in soon. I couldn’t recall her name, but it didn’t matter. It would be up to Brock to name her. I glanced at the time and I see how late it is. I walked over to the woman and she was letting out soft moans.
“Don’t worry, now you are perfect to show him.”
She didn’t have the strength to recoil from me. I smiled at her and could see his car pull up outside on my privacy cameras. I left my basement and went up to greet him, hoping he would like his present.
I saw his handsome face as I opened the door. I loved his gorgeous, brown hair and gentle countenance. He had a true masculine face with high strong cheekbones, a roman nose, and piercing lips. His greenish, hazel eyes looked up at me.
“Hey Mal,” he said.
I stifled a smile. I didn’t want him to know how much he meant to me. I also didn’t want to part my lips for fear he would know that damn smile of his makes me gasp every time.
I bounded down the front steps of my house . I swallowed my sadness, knowing he was here for his Barbie. He stared into my eyes, and for an instant, I swear, half hoped he would stoop and kiss me.
I pulled away before my disappointment could get the better of me. “I have something, or should I say, someone, to show you.”
He followed me into my house. I was nervous as I took Brock into the basement. We didn’t say a word to each other and I led him into the back room. Barbie was moaning in pain on her chair. I realized I should have tried to fix up her hair before bringing him down, but I was in a hurry so he could see her. I saw Brock go over to her and lift her eyelids. She winced at his touch. He looked over her in silence–her lips, her breasts, her butt, all of her. Then he gazed at me. His face was unreadable. I stared into his eyes and then he smiled at me and came over to me.
“Oh Mallory,” he said. “I”m touched and honored. You are such a quick learner. I’m so proud of you! She will make an excellent addition!”
Brock wrapped his arms around me and I drowned in his strong, soapy scent mixed with that of the fresh fresh blood.
I felt him give my forehead a soft kiss. I blushed and held him tight.
“Well I thought you could use another doll for your collection, Brock. I know how much you like your Barbies,” I said.
He laughed and pushed me back while still holding on to me. ‘Don’t you know no other female can capture my attention quite like you Mal?” He looked at me with intensity as the Barbie in the background squirmed.
Brock leaned down slowly and I leaned up at the same speed. I pressed my lips against his. I sucked on his lower lip then massaged his tongue with mine. Not even the Barbie starting to scream in the background could ruin our moment. Our kiss was worth the long wait.
“Thank you for my Barbie dear girl, I treasure your work.”
I gave him a coy smile and went over to Barbie. “No sense in having her suffer.” I stirred the cement that I had kept soft and shoved it up her nostrils. She was writhing and screaming. I shoved an apple in her mouth next. I turned to Brock and he gave me a proud nod.
“Now, where were we?” I said and made my way back into his arms.
Brock and I made love on the floor.
“I love you, Brock.” I moaned in pleasure.
“I love you too, Mal,” he whispered back.
Our moans of ecstasy arose with the Barbie’s screams of agony.
The Barbie’s life had left her.
But ours was just beginning.
