("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 61