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Barbie Doll <pt III of III> 

Barbie Doll <pt III>
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        The next morning breakfast was again ready when John, Rick, and Sheila 
made their way to the dining room.

        "Good morning Masters, Ma'am," Barbie said as she curtseyed and then 
brought them their meal.

        Sheila was watching her brother. "Et tu, Johnny?"

        John looked sheepish. "What?"

        "Listen, brother, I know you more than well enough to know what that 
smile on your face means. Apparently our little Barbie is quite the slut."

        "Shut up, Sheila," Rick growled at her.

        Breakfast was eaten in silence.

        While John continued to work at the control computer, Rick and Sheila 
started inventorying items in the house for the court. None of them had 
forgotten that there was still the little matter of taxes to be paid. Barbie 
cleaned, cleaned, and cleaned some more, managing to change outfits three 
times during the day.

        Around four in the afternoon there were shouts from the computer room 
that brought Rick and Sheila running.

        "I did it!" John told them. "I'm in. Jesus, what a set-up, the CIA 
doesn't use security like this."

        "So what can you tell us?" Sheila asked.

        "Nothing yet. There's a ton of records here, stuff on all of those 
girls. Lab notes, medical records, everything."

        "Well concentrate on finding out about Barbie, okay? We'll go over the 
other stuff later."

        "Sure thing."

        John worked through the afternoon and into the evening, decoding and 
reading files. Late in the evening he finally, print outs in hand, joined the 
others. Barbie brought him a late dinner.

        "So?" Sheila asked as her brother wolfed down his food.

        "There's a lot more there," he responded, "but I've learned a lot. Our 
little Barbie doll," he said, nodding in her direction, "was a hooker named 
Mandy."

        "Figures," Sheila said.

        "That's not the half of it," John said. "She was a transsexual hooker 
Uncle met in a bar. She willingly came here because he promised to make her 
fully female. He didn't, however, tell her what he planned on doing to her 
afterwards."

        "She was a he?" Rick asked, incredulous.

        "Not exactly," John replied. "Uncle discovered something about girls 
like Mandy that allowed his serum to work. I don't really understand it all, 
it involves a bunch of medical junk that Sheila will have to look at. You 
remember I told you that there had been two other experiments before he did 
her?"

        They both nodded, Barbie seemed not to be paying attention.

        "He'd tried his serum on two other people, a man and a woman. In both 
cases it failed, their bodies literally dissolved. That's when he figured out 
that he needed someone who was a little of both. Someone who was genetically 
male but physically at least most of the way female. Mandy was the perfect 
choice."

        "So what about this reprogramming?" Rick asked. "How come she's not 
Mandy now?"

        "Uncle decided he wanted his Barbies to come to life. But there was 
only one that was viable, the others were all brain dead, and if he brought 
her out of stasis she wouldn't be his Barbie. In fact she'd be a very pissed 
Mandy and he'd be in a world of trouble. Somewhere along the line uncle 
figured out how to use his stasis field in a new way. He brought part of her 
mind out of stasis, but kept her body frozen. She was fed constant 
suggestions, her brainwaves controlled by the machine. He literally 
reprogrammed her to be the way she is now."

        "Can we undo it?" Sheila wanted to know. "Is Mandy still in there?"

        John shook his head. "Nope, she's gone, wiped, erased. That's why 
Barbie doesn't know any basic facts that even a dumb five year old would. It's 
all gone, erased with who she originally was. All of the stuff Mandy knew is 
gone, wiped with her personality. All that Barbie knows is what the machine 
told her."

        Sheila shivered at the thought. "This is insane, the man was a fucking 
monster. I can't believe anyone would do this to another human being."

        "So what do we do now?" Rick asked.

        "Well," John replied, "I've got to finish going through the archives, 
I suggest you two finish the inventory."

        "What do we do with her?" Sheila asked.

        They all looked at Barbie, who sat there primly, her hands folded in 
her lap, apparently she was still paying no attention to the conversation.

        "I don't know," John said, "I guess we take care of her. We owe her 
that much at least."

        Sheila glared at her brother. "Have her take care of you, you mean. I 
say we put her in an institution. She clearly can't take care of herself."

        "She seems to be doing just fine to me," John retorted.

        "Look," Rick said, "I don't think we need to make any decisions about 
that right now. Let's just get everything settled first and then we'll decide 
what to do with her."

        Sheila reluctantly agreed.

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        That night it was Sheila who received a light knock on her door. She 
hadn't expected it, but she wasn't surprised either. Even Sheila had to admit 
that Barbie was a vision in her tight laced black corset, her ample boobs 
pushed together and thrust out, fishnet stockings, black patent leather spiked 
pumps, and heavy make-up.

        "So you like girls too, eh?" Sheila asked her.

        Barbie looked a little uncomfortable and shrugged. "I want to please 
everyone, ma'am."

        "Yeah, I gathered. Maybe we should have a foursome."

        Barbie brightened.

        "It was a joke, Barbie. Sit down." Sheila motioned towards the chair 
in front of the vanity. Sheila marveled at the girl's sexy walk as she moved 
to obey. How anyone could be that graceful in those shoes was totally beyond 
Sheila's comprehension.

        Barbie sat down and looked at Sheila expectantly. There was silence 
between the two women for several minutes.

        "Look, Barbie, I know who you were and what was done to you. It's 
horrible and I feel sorry for you and I know none of this is your fault. But 
the fact is I don't like you, I don't like the kind of woman Uncle turned you 
into."

        "Maybe if you got to know me..." Barbie suggested.

        "Got to know you? Barbie, I know more about you than you do! You're an 
empty headed sex toy, a male fantasy created by my uncle. You're right, you're 
more of a doll than a person. I know that's not your fault, but I'm not going 
to have you around. As soon as we're done with things I'm going to send you to 
an institution."

        "An institution?"

        "Yes, a place where they'll take care of you and you'll be out of my 
hair!"

        "You mean away from here? Away from my Masters?"

        "You're Masters? Jesus! Yes, Barbie, away from here. Look, if you want 
to spend your nights playing with those two boys be my guest. But don't knock 
on my door again, okay?"

        "But I can't leave here, I'm not supposed to ever leave here." Tears 
were flowing from the girl's eyes.

        "Yes you can. You'll be taken care of, everything will be fine, I 
promise. Now go, okay? Go back to your room or go play with the boys or 
something."

        Sheila felt guilty as the crying girl left, but she consoled herself 
by telling herself that she'd make sure the girl never had to worry. She'd set 
up a trust fund for her and make sure she was in a good institution.

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        Rick didn't have to guess at who might be knocking on his door. He was 
shocked, though, to see tears streaming down the gorgeous girl's face. Up to 
then he'd never seen her without a sexy smile.

        "What's the matter, Barbie?" He asked her in a concerned tone.

        "Ma'am..." The girl said, then broke down into sobs.

        He helped her to the bed and held her close. "Sheila, you mean?" He 
asked her when she'd calmed down some.

        Barbie nodded.

        "What did she do this time?"

        "She said that she was going to send me away. To an institut.... an 
instant..."

        "An institution?"

        Barbie nodded. "I can't leave here, Master! I can't, I'm not supposed 
to."

        Makes sense, Rick thought to himself, Uncle probably made sure she was 
programmed to always stay with him. "You can't or you don't want to?"

        "Both," the girl responded. "I can't leave, I just can't. But she's 
going to send me away!" Barbie broke down in tears again.

        "It's okay," Rick said quietly as he held the crying girl close, 
"you'll be okay, I'll take care of everything."

        Eventually Barbie had cried herself nearly to sleep. Rick carried her 
back to her bedroom. Laying her on her bed, he briefly wondered if he should 
undress her then decided that he didn't know how to get her out of the corset 
and didn't need the temptation anyway. Barbie was fast asleep when he turned 
off the lights and left.

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        "Your sister nearly scared Barbie to death," A rather angry Rick told 
his cousin.

        "What did she do?"

        "She told her that she was going to send her to an institution."

        "Oh, great. I take it Barbie didn't react to well to that?"

        "She practically had a nervous breakdown in my arms. I think part of 
her programming is that she has to stay here, in this building."

        "Makes sense," John mused, "Uncle couldn't have his prize possession 
wandering off."

        "So what happens if Sheila sends her off?"

        "I don't know, really, I haven't gotten through all of the files on 
what he was doing to her. I suspect it would either drive her insane or kill 
her."

        "Your sister is starting to become a real bitch, Johnny."

        "Hadn't you noticed, Cuz? She's always been a bitch. She's jealous of 
Barbie."

        "Of course she is, what woman wouldn't be? But why does she have to 
send her away? I'm not giving her up, Johnny, and I'm not going to let your 
sister send her away."

        "That might be a problem. You know how Sheila is, she always gets her 
way. Look, I don't want to give her up either, and I'm not so sure I like 
sharing her with you."

        "She's not yours, Johnny!"

        "She's not yours either, Cuz. Look, there's no sense in us fighting. 
We have to figure some way out of this."

        "Well you're the brains, any bright ideas?"

        "Nothing yet, I'm working on it."

        "Huh?"

        "Didn't you see this coming, Rick?"

        Rick shook his head. "Not before I had a crying woman sitting in my 
lap."

        "Well, I've got an idea but I still need time to find out if it's 
possible."

        "What?"

        "Trust me, you're not going to believe it. Come by tomorrow after 
Sheila's gone to bed. I should know by then if it can even be done."

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        The next morning breakfast was ready as usual and Barbie looked as 
beautiful and happy as ever.

        "I had a little talk with her," John said, pulling his cousin aside, 
"told her that we were going to take care of things and to ignore what Sheila 
told her."

        Rick nodded.

        John spent the day at the computer going through the rest of the 
archives, Sheila and Rick continued cataloguing possession.

        That night, after Sheila had gone to her room, Rick quietly made his 
way to John's room. As John had predicted, Rick couldn't believe John's plan. 
Their heated argument was broken up by a quiet knock on the door and the 
arrival of a sexily clad Barbie. She pleasured them both, sometimes one at a 
time, sometimes together, for several hours. After she'd returned to her room, 
late into the night, Rick agreed to John's plan.

        The next day they finished cataloguing everything of value in the 
mansion. Their uncle's many other assets had already been catalogued by the 
accounting firm. Everything was forwarded to the lawyers and the day after 
that Sheila and John went to court. Rick stayed home to take care of Barbie. 
Everything went smoothly, without a word about the dolls or the now living 
Barbie, and when the day was done the three cousins were very, very rich.

        That night Barbie cooked an elaborate dinner as a kind of celebration. 
She didn't really know what they were celebrating, but her Masters seemed very 
happy.

        Unfortunately Sheila didn't get to enjoy it. She'd only gotten through 
half of the doctored drink Rick had given her before she passed out. Rick 
picked her up and carried her downstairs where she was strapped into the bed. 
It took John two tries to get the IV in right.

        "You're sure this isn't going to kill her?" Rick worriedly asked.

        "Positive! The old bastard figured out a way to make his serum work on 
anyone before he died." John replied as he injected the serum into the IV 
line.

        Three days later a groggy and much changed Sheila woke up. "What have 
you bastards done?" She demanded, she could feel how much her body had 
changed, even bound as she was.

        She kicked and screamed and fought as the two men carried her upstairs 
but couldn't escape either their strength or her bonds. Cuffs around her 
ankles attached to a rigid bar that spread her legs. Cuffs around her wrists 
attached to a wide belt around her waist. She could twist and squirm and try 
and kick ineffectually, but do little else. "No!" She screamed as she felt the 
phallus invade her. Standing now, every movement seemed to push that thing 
deeper into her, and it hurt! Desperately she tried to find some way to 
escape, some way off of this pole, some way to get that thing out of her!

        John ran to the control room and hurriedly keyed in a command.

        Stasis mode engaged.

        He smiled, calling up the status displays for the newest Barbie.

        "Perfect!" He said to himself, keying in a new set of commands.

        Reprogramming initiated. Time to stasis end: 730 days 0 hours 0 
minutes.

        The look of glee on John's face was obvious as he rejoined his cousin.

        "It worked?" Rick asked.

        "Damn straight! Everything worked perfectly, now all we have to do is 
wait."

        "How'd you do it, Cuz? You said there was a problem with the others," 
Rick waved at the other nine Barbies on their display stands, "there brains 
were gone or something."

        "Uncle was a genius," John replied, "but he had his blind spots. For 
stasis to work without causing brain damage they had to be conscious when it 
was engaged. To keep them still while he put them on their stands he gave them 
a paralyzing drug. After he did our little friend here," he pointed at the 
breasty Barbie Doll, who stood watching them, a vacuous smile on her lovely 
face as she awaited their command, "he changed the formulation slightly. She 
commented that it tasted 'sweet' and he was afraid that might make others 
suspicious before they'd drank enough. It was a minor change, really, but it 
had more of an effect than Uncle intended. It shut down too much of their CNS 
and so you end up with brain dead Barbies. Uncle never thought to go back to 
the original formula. With our Barbie I wasn't going to take any chances."

        "That's why you didn't give her anything and we had to carry her up 
here kicking and screaming?"

        John nodded.

        "Well, Johnny, you're a real genius yourself, I gotta say. A bastard, 
too, doing this to your own sister."

        "We've already been over this, Rick..."

        "Yeah, I know, but we should be feeling guilty or something, don't ya' 
think?"

        "Fuck that. Trust me, Cuz, she would have screwed us over if she could 
have." John turned to Barbie. "Could you make us some lunch, Barbie?"

        "Certainly, Master," the gorgeous girl said, curtseying as she left 
for the kitchen.

        "I can't get over it," Rick commented, watching Barbie's swaying bum 
as she walked out, "they look like identical twins."

        "They are, Rick, identical in every way. I used the same formula to 
make her. That's what we wanted, isn't it?"

        "Yeah," Rick replied with a sly grin, "exactly. Two years?"

        "Two years."

        The two cousins went to the kitchen for lunch.

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        Time to stasis end: 128 days 5 hours 14 minutes.

        Rick smiled as he watched Barbie work, time had not diminished the 
lust he felt every time he looked at her. If anything his appetite had 
increased and he was glad that soon he could have her all to his own. 

        Her pink satin maid's uniform, with it's low cut neckline, flared out 
short skirt, and big pink bow in the back, had been his idea and she looked 
lusciously naughty in it with her black fishnet stockings, her hair up in a 
bun, and her usual impossibly high heels.

        Of course she was perfectly happy, ecstatic actually, to wear anything 
either of the men got for her or asked her to wear. They had quickly 
discovered that getting her off the rack clothes was a waste of time. A body 
like hers required custom made clothing to be shown off the way they wanted. 
With the money they now had that was no problem, and both men had showered her 
with every type of clothing and outrageous outfit they could think of, 
indulging in every fantasy their minds could conceive. Barbie was delighted 
with every old thing and every new thing, easily slipping into whatever role 
either man might want.

        They had come to an agreement on how to handle things until they could 
both have their own Barbie. During the day Barbie took care of household 
duties, cooking and cleaning and such. They had other help, of course, not 
even Barbie could take care of a place that size all by herself, but Barbie 
attended to all of the men's personal needs. In the evenings she alternated 
between serving the two men, one night Rick, the next John. While there was 
sometimes some tension between the two men, for the most part the arraignment 
worked.

        Besides pleasing her Masters, Barbie's favorite activity seemed to be 
taking care of the other Barbie dolls. A little girl with a lifesize 
collection, each day she changed the outfit, makeup, and jewelry on one of the 
other Barbies.

        No one had been surprised to hear that Sheila had decided, now that 
she was rich, to spend time touring the world and enjoying herself.

        Rick and John's first party, like their Uncle's had been before them, 
was a society event. The delighted guests were informed that the very alive 
and very mobile Barbie, wearing the pink satin fur trimmed gown that their 
Uncle had first dressed her in, was actually the woman their uncle had modeled 
his doll collection after.

        Barbie was Rick's for that night. Rick, on the spur of the moment, 
picked out a very pretty society bimbo and invited her to stay the night. She 
had been more than willing, but had been shocked when, after they'd gotten to 
Rick's large bedroom, a red teddy clad Barbie was already laying on his bed. 
Both girls had put on a show for Rick that had taken him days to recover from. 
It had definitely been a night to remember.

        Rick had broached the subject of making more Barbies with John several 
times. They could make dozens of them, hundreds! John was adamant, though, 
that they had already pushed their luck more than far enough. He'd finally 
silenced Rick by asking him if one Barbie wouldn't be enough for any man.

        Rick had to admit that John was right, but he couldn't wait for the 
day when she'd be his and his alone.

        John continued to study their Uncle's serum, trying to figure out how 
it worked. Eventually he was able to create a lesser version of it that would 
regenerate damaged body parts. Selling that through one of the pharmaceutical 
companies owned by one of their holding companies had made them even richer. 
Rick wanted to know why they just didn't sell the Barbie serum itself, but 
John was adamant about that as well. Something like that was just too 
powerful, too dangerous.

        One night John had gotten very drunk, he was obviously frustrated. 
Rick had asked him what the problem was and John had explained he was trying 
to find a way to make a serum that would be like the Barbie serum but less 
powerful. Something that would allow someone to change their gender but leave 
them looking the same way they would if they'd been born that way. Rick had 
asked him why, who on earth would want to do something like that? "To help 
people like Mandy," Rick had replied, spilling his drink. Rick still didn't 
really understand, but John refused to say anything more about it and the next 
day denied that he'd said anything like that.

        Despite his cousin's sometimes cold demeanor, especially towards what 
they'd done to his sister, Rick knew John did have a conscious.

        Of a sort.

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        Time to stasis end: 0 days 0 hours 5 minutes.

        "So what do we do when she comes to?" Rick asked.

        "You pick her up off of there and take her to the bedroom. I'll run a 
scan on her to make sure she's all right."

        "You got it, Cuz."

        Both men were so excited they were shaking.

        "Barbie, go in the bedroom, pull the sheets back and wait for us, 
okay? Almost time, Johnny?"

        John nodded, looking down at his watch. "Now!"

        Barbie's eyes started to come to life. Rick picked her up off of the 
stand, a little 'pop' as the probe exited her innards, and carried her in his 
arms to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. John ran a scanner over her as her 
eyes and body came fully to life.

        "Masters..." She said in a sweet girlish voice.

        "Hi, Sis," Barbie said, waving at her twin on the bed.

        "Hi, Sis," Barbie said, smiling at her twin.

        "She's fine, Rick," John said to his cousin. Then, turning to the 
Barbie who was vertical, "Get her some clothes and then you two come down to 
see us, okay?"

        "Yes, Master," the two girls said in one voice.

        Twenty minutes later the two men were joined by the two Barbies 
wearing identical silk mini-dresses, one in red the other in pink.

        "Geeze," Rick said, admiring the two luscious forms, "maybe we should 
tattoo something on their asses or something."

        "Why?" John wanted to know.

        "How are we going to tell them apart? They look the same, even sound 
the same."

        "They are the same, Rick. They look the same, they sound the same, 
they move the same, they think the same, they feel the same. They are the 
same! They're identical, interchangeable, why would we need to tell them 
apart?"

        "Yeah, I guess. Barbie, go make us some lunch."

        "Yes, Master!" Both dolls said at the same time, curtseying  
simultaneously as they left for the kitchen.

        "I could definitely get used to this..." John said, smiling as he 
thought about what the evening's pleasures might bring.

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