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Barbie Studios
by Old Bill (address withheld)
***
A typical work day in the life of a porn movie
producer. (dools, nc, rp, orgy)
***
"You sure about the size of that mouth?" I asked Stan,
one of our most talented sculptors. It looked like he
was digging out a cavern in the blue-eyed face.
"Oh yeah," he said with a smile, holding up the
plasticine Barbie head and putting the tip of his
little finger into her gaping mouth. "The guys working
on the biker gang have given the leader a prick big
around as a number two pencil. Looks like a damn
howitzer."
"Her neck still flexible?" I asked, admiring how Stan
had exaggerated the doll's classic figures and left her
bright eyes wide open despite her gaping mouth, arched
tongue and tiny teeth.
"Sure. You'll be able to see his ram go right down her
gullet." He bent her chin back and showed me with his
little finger. It was one of my favorite effects, the
thin neck swelling.
I patted him on the back, and he put the bald head back
on the rack with its step-by-step siblings showing
Barbie opening her mouth extra-wide to accept the huge
male member, her highly flexible and easily detachable
tongue prominent in each. He had molded the mouths so
that the lips would move in and out when she bobbed her
head.
The episode wouldn't be shot for a month, but we need
all the lead-time we could get when it came to major
exaggeration and besides we could use the various heads
in other scenes including the rape orgy in the one we
were making. I walked over to the area where the show's
bad guys were produced and found two body men working
on the three scruffy but very muscular bikers,
obviously former X-men or something similar were the
basis of these ugly creatures.
"How's it going?" I asked.
George held up a squat figure that was no more than
nine or ten inches tall, certainly shorter than Barbie.
The naked body was rich in hair from its broad chest to
its bulging groin where an inch-long tube protruded. It
was purple and striated, the kind we could pump up from
behind when it got a penis attached. "We're going to
circumcise him today and give him a scale nine inches,
straight out; that's about an inch and a half. You seen
Spike, the leader? He's really something, one of the
scariest yet."
On the next bench lay the leader prototype, a naked
figure of a huge man with gigantic muscles in his
shoulders and thighs and an incredible penis that hung
halfway to his knees and was as thick as his ankles. He
was certainly a relative of the Hulk, but he was not
green. "Is that thing supposed to be erect?" I asked
the tech installing hair fiber by fiber on the doll's
broad shoulders. The evil-looking creature's head was
entirely bald. It was obvious they were using one of
the super-hero types for this bad guy. Even at one-
sixth scale, he was impressive as well as gaudily
tattooed, his face a hundred percent evil, some teeth
missing, others pointed.
"No sir," he said, "Jim's working on a half-dozen
models of this guy's cock. When it's up, the damn
thing'll reach his belly button and we plan to make it
jerk and spit. We aiming at fourteen scale, including
the cockhead that's a real beauty, flanged like a plow.
That's more than two inches. Looks like he could open a
can of beans with the damn thing."
"How tall is he?" I asked.
"Almost fourteen inches, that'd scale at about six-
foot-six I think. What's Barbie, five-nine at eleven
and a bit?"
I smiled. We always came back to the basic model
herself, everything centered on Barbie and, in our
shop, on Barbie's highly flexible pussy. "Who's working
on Skipper?" I asked.
"Tommy's giving her new tits, and I think Joe's got her
pudenda in the oven."
I nodded and moved on to the next work station where
Midge was getting an upgrade for her role as boyfriend
stealer in our new sex epic, two months down the road.
If I had been Ken, I sure would have dumped old Barbie
for the new Midge with her shapely ass, jutting boobs
and more muscular thighs. The freckled-faced redhead
looked great and already had a dozen heads to show
various levels of lust and howling orgasm as well as a
wonderful "come-on" smile and a wicked grin. Midge was
going to be a real slut. The costume folks were using
Dior as their basic pattern for clothes, short skirts
and flaring tops.
"Let's see 'em bounce," I said to the technician who
had been touching up the doll's wonderfully swollen
nipples that were the shape of chocolate kisses.
He smiled up at me, picked up Midge, who was only
wearing her high-heeled sandals and bounced her gently
on her toes. Her breasts moved independently up and
down, higher and faster as he bounced her harder.
"Nice, huh?" he asked. When he stopped, her jugs kept
jiggling, fully life-like.
"Let me see her with that shirt on," I asked and he
slipped the short peasant blouse over the doll's neatly
barbered hair-do, held it to her back with one finger
and then bounced her again. Her full jugs came right up
out of her shirt every time, the nipples flying.
"Terrific," I said slapping his back.
I wandered over to the advanced prototype area where
two men were working on a Skooter/Skipper head. "How's
it coming?" I asked.
"Watch," said the senior man holding the head with its
pug nose and huge mop of blonde hair and pulling on an
almost invisible monofilament line. Skooter's cheeks
hollowed and her eyes closed over and over; she was
obviously sucking hard, in and out like a bellows and
her turned up nose moved as well, up and down. I picked
up one of their erect Kens and put his slim, inch-and-
a-half cock in Skipper's pursed mouth. When the string
was pulled, the plastic cock moved slightly in and out
as the disembodied head sucked again and again, looking
somehow pleased with herself, her nose wiggling, lips
ovaled. She was currently tongueless, but I knew she'd
even be better once that was in place.
"How's her pussy coming along?" I asked.
"Fresh out of the oven," said the other craftsman,
dumping a half dozen small, pink sex lips out on his
worktable, each about the size of a pencil eraser. He
picked up one pair of warm labia, pulled Ken's cock out
of Skooter's mouth and pushed into her bald pussy. It
spread nicely and gripped tightly, the lips bending
inward. "We looked at those Roman slave pictures you
suggested. See how the labia turn in. She's obviously
young and seldom used." He backed Ken out and the lips
followed, pursing around the cock like a fleshy ring. I
knew they would show dark pink when he was done with
them.
"Beautiful. Great work," I said as Skooter's hairless
pussy barely parted for Ken's rigid rod and then
swallowed it effortlessly.
Just as Barbie's breasts were always bigger than life,
we took liberties with sex organs and now the standard
male member scaled out at nine plus inches long, about
an inch and a half, and the normal adult vagina hid in
a scaled down half-foot slit with a shy clit like a
tiny cock that could emerge or retreat, a real gash on
a foot high doll.
As for our heroine's world-famous knockers, we had, of
course, given her nipples and definition so that she
would have scaled out at about a 42D, but her breasts
were no longer hard plastic but natural skin moldings
that looked and felt like the real thing and behaved
like it too. Barbie could press her huge knockers
around a thrusting cock with ease or lift a tit to her
lips. Watching an animated Barbie walk along a beach in
a black bikini was enough to give most men a hard-on as
her buttocks and boobs moved like well-oiled machinery.
I heard noises coming from the continuity room, went to
investigate and stood at the door and watched in
admiration as the well-hung man we used for Ken and GI
Joe activities fucked a young female who had her legs
up on his shoulders and her lean buttocks in his hands.
She was leaning back and gasping with pleasure, her
hair brushing the floor, as he rammed his hard prick up
into her in waltz time, one-two-and then thrust.
"Hi boss," said one of the photographers. 'We were not
sure it could be done."
"Always a good idea to check. That's what they get paid
for." The girl screeched in pleasure and the big man
grinned at me as he accelerated up into her. I closed
the door and went to see what was being shot.
A well-tanned and barefoot Barbie, her almost-white
hair tied back, was in the stern of a small sailboat
and in the amorous embrace of a crew-cut male wearing
just a bulging Speedo bathing suit, his deeply tanned
body glowing with oil and one of his hands well up
beneath Barbie's clinging t-shirt and pawing her
jutting mound, their legs tangled. He was a much-
modified Ken. Barbie still had on her tiny bikini but
it did not look like it was going to last much longer,
in fact the bottom was nearly off already, one side
untied.
I watched as they moved the bodies and heads
fractionally, shot another frame and got ready for the
next, the hand under the shirt now clearly grasping a
full breast.
"I can't see her nipples," I said from the back of the
room.
"You will," said the director. "They pop up in three
more frames. It's a great effect."
I stayed and watched and he was right. I waited for the
action having written the script, and saw Barbie slowly
move to her knees between the boy doll's wide-spread
legs, licking her lips, after the male doll stripped
down his suit and unleashed his raging cock which, over
fifteen or so frames, jumped up to almost two inches
and actually spurted a bit of milky liquid. Barbie
bent, licked the cock from balls to head and then took
the reddish glans into her mouth just as the boom swung
into the frame and smashed her handsome lover in the
face. A bit of blood went into the next frame as the
boy's feet came off the deck and his hands flew away
from Barbie's head.
In the next and succeeding frames there was a lot of
blood as he went over the rail backward, his legs
splayed and cock still erect. He disappeared beneath
the waves leaving Barbie, nearly bare tailed, on hands
and knees, mouth open and eyes wide. The camera pulled
back to show the sailboat and the empty seas as the
sail flapped. There was no sign of her lover, not even
bubbles.
I knew the next sequence as the college boys in their
motor boat showed up to rescue Barbie and fuck her
cross-eyed so I went back to my office. The outline of
the biker sequence was on my desk, and I scanned
through it, turned to my Mac and started writing
dialogue.
The next morning they screened the sailboat sequence
and the introduction of the college boys on their
beautiful old wooden ChrisCraft, a radio-controlled
model that was almost five feet long. I approved both
after asking for a very brief close-up of the
unfortunate sailor's big cock being pulled from
Barbie's mouth as the boom smashed him overboard. I
talked to the director about the gang rape sequence and
emphasized that I wanted the smallest and youngest of
the four boys, the one using a Kevin doll, to mount
Barbie from behind toward the end, up on his toes with
his knees bent and really howl when he came.
He smiled and agreed that we would hold it to twosomes
on the motorboat and that the whole sequence would only
last five minutes, but that each of the four men would
have at her at least twice. It was going to take some
tight editing I was sure.
On my way back to my office, I stopped by the head
department and asked to see the Kevins they had in
stock. They had a dozen on so with different colored
hair, mostly with bland expressions. I told them what I
wanted and wanted in a hurry: a Kevin in the throes of
orgasm, mouth open, eyes closed, neck arched. They got
right on it. In two hours, Kevin would be ready to lose
his virginity again
The next day I watched them work on the motorboat rape.
They had Brad as the leader in ragged Levi shorts, his
well-muscled chest bare; Curtis with long dark hair and
a three-day beard, his dark body hair leading to his
belly and low-cut swim suit; Alan, wearing a Speedo and
showing his six-pack abs as well as his impressive
package, and young Kevin, the tow-head I hoped would
really steal the scene, wearing a white t-shirt and a
very small racing suit, bright red. He looked less than
adolescent compared to the other three, and I knew he
was going to sport a fully adult, two-inch cock that
was curved like a banana when his time came.
I worked on the script and the next day watched the
rushes, and quickly became dissatisfied. I saw Brad and
Alan help the weeping Barbie, who had been waving at
them with her t-shirt, from the sailboat in a good low-
angle shot that emphasized the doll's nearly bare jugs.
They took the sailboat under tow while Curtis drank his
beer and smiled as Brad and Alan fussed over the girl
and patted her back, explaining about the lost man. All
Barbie wore was her dark blue two-piece which barely
covered her butt and pussy. She fell into Brad's arms
as the boat rocked and his hand grasped her buttocks. A
close up showed him squeezing and then Barbie's shocked
face, mouth open, eyes wide. While Kevin made the
sailboat secure to a tow rope.
Alan handed Barbie a can of beer and sat her down next
to Curtis who put his arm around her shoulders, pulled
her to him and kissed her long and hard, mouth open,
tongue extended. Barbie pushed him away with both
hands. Brad grabbed her t-shirt and tossed it into the
sea. Barbie tried to stand and Curtis pulled her down
on his lap and grasped a breast with one hand while his
other burrowed in her groin, pushing aside her loose
bikini bottom. Barbie arched and yelled, swinging her
arms until they were pinned. Alan backhanded her across
the mouth as young Kevin stood in the small front
cockpit where the steering wheel was located and
watched, shaking his head.
Alan peeled off his Speedo and shook out his sizable
male member and then smacked Barbie's face with it. He
grabbed the girl doll by the hair, lifted her to her
feet, ignored her struggles and put her down on her
knees in the rear cockpit which had padded bench seats
all the way around. Curtis opened his shorts and pulled
Barbie's face to his jutting prick while Alan knelt
behind her, stroked her pussy with his thick ram,
ripped off her bikini bottom and then drove up into her
puffy-lipped vagina with a single thrust. Barbie
screamed and Curtis pulled her head back on his rearing
cock. She gurgled as Kevin stared, and Brad got himself
another beer, rubbing at his balls while the girl was
double-teamed hard and fast.
Curtis and Alan soon had Barbie moving back and forth
between them and Curtis came first, spraying the doll's
face and hair with gouts of diluted Elmer's glue.
Barbie begged as Alan held her hips and arched his
back, grinning widely when he came, jolting them both.
Brad pushed his friend aside, dipped his rigid fucktool
in Barbie's slit and then sodomized her roughly and
deeply, smacking her buttocks with both hands, left and
then right, as he did so and she wept and tried to
crawl away. Curtis pushed the young Kevin down in front
of the heaving Barbie and forced her to take the boy's
pale cock into her mouth.
I pushed the stop button and called a meeting "It won't
do," I told them. "She's got to struggle more, and I
want Kevin's first time missionary after everybody
else. The boy's a virgin. And for crap's sake, let's
see the balls tensed up at the base of those pricks,
not dangling like sacks of eggs. Once the boy gets
going in her, she can wrap him in her legs and start
humping back, but not before. And I want her head
upside down, deep throated at least once, cloze up too.
Get it, more struggle, more action. This is not a tea
party. When Brad cornholes her, cut to a close up of
her screaming face. It's rape, boys and girls. Do it
again. And I want Kevin really ripping into her at the
end." They nodded, looked sheepish and went back to
work.
The reshot scene in the motorboat was great with some
wonderful, close-cut shots of men enjoying themselves,
Barbie writhing and then a long, slow sequence of Kevin
horsing the sobbing female from behind, up on his toes,
both hands filled with her hair and lifting her head as
he rapes her again, crying up with youthful pleasure
and coming repeatedly, spraying across her back.
The next scene was easy as they dumped Barbie overboard
close to shore and then roared away with their prize,
the expensive sailboat. The last shot showed Barbie's
bikini flying from the sailboat rigging. The next scene
was really nasty, and we had debated it several times.
Two cops, one a GI Joe and the other a black soldier
figure who evidently was nameless were dressed as
policemen, and we gave them a big, white Ford with lots
of lights. The black cop helped Barbie up out of the
water and led her into car under a streetlight. He
called to his partner as he struggled out of his short
jacket and then put it on the naked girl.
The other cop, a standard GI Joe, appeared, looked
Barbie up and down, licked his lips and said, "Think we
better search her?" Lit from above by the streetlight,
Barbie's jutting breasts looked even bigger than usual.
His partner laughed and pushed Barbie down across the
big car's fender. He fished out his gleaming black
member, stroked it a couple of times, kicked the girl's
feet apart and slipped it slowly into her. "Like
velvet," he said, grinning as he thrust his hips
forward and inch after scale inch disappeared into
Barbie's bruised flesh. "But she sure has been used."
"Maybe I'll take the other hole," said the white cop as
the black one held Barbie's head down with his hand on
her throat. He grunted and humped until he came,
closing his eyes and showing his teeth. When he pulled
his big, wet cock out, a gush of white juice flowed
down the doll's long legs. The black cop flipped Barbie
over and splayed her back by the headlights, putting
her feet up on the bumper and spreading her knees.
Barbie lay back moaning and rocking from side to side
as the white cop pulled her legs up above his hips and
fucked her, "Damn good, What a piece." He cried as he
twisted her big breasts and quickly came in her, crying
out in pleasure and relief. He pushed Barbie into the
back seat and black cop got in right behind her and
slammed the door closed.
In the next shot the police car stood rocking outside
Barbie's apartment house while the black cock stood
beside it, and then the white cop emerged, pulled
Barbie out of the back, handed his partner back his
jacket and then the two of them walked the stumbling
and naked girl to her door, the inside of her thighs
gleaming with cum and her hair tangled with dried male
spend. Skooter answered their knock in her t-shirt
nightgown. The cops pushed Barbie in and closed the
door, shaking hands as they headed for the steps.
Sobs filled the soundtrack as it went to black.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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