“Now,
give your princess a kiss!”
I
didn't need to be asked twice. The bottom of the oversized plastic
foot lingered over me like a huge brick, the toes spread just wide
enough so I could see Leia's slave outfit through them, the blank
expression on her face pointed down so that it appeared to be looking
somewhere else behind me, and above that nothing but the bright white
light of the lamp Crystal was using to illuminate me. A pale thumb
and finger were wrapped around the dolls torso, the rest of the hand
slowly fading into a bright white blur above it until it disappeared.
Her fingers almost made Leia appear small in comparison, yet from
my back underneath the doll on the floor, Leia was like an amazon.
The whole thing was simply surreal.
I pressed my battered lips
into the bottom of the dolls foot, giving it a smooch as loud as I
could, trying to do my best so that the crazy girl might end this
nightmare. It was cold and smooth against my lips, the smell of
plastic lingering through my partially clogged nose.
“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE
HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”
Crystal's giggles caused the house to vibrate once more, and the plastic furniture clattered around me, making me shiver in terror. Then her voice shifted back into her bratty persona.
“Again!”
I trembled in fear as her words
echoed around the plastic walls, my head having even returned back to
the floor, I pushed my head forward again and pressed my lips into it
again, longer this time, hoping to appease her.
Her,
who? The doll? My sister? Crystal?
I could feel my head shaking
slightly as the plastic foot swayed above me, my lips being pushed
this way and that, somewhat bumping my teeth and making me even more
nervous. The pale yellow plastic was so close to my face that I
couldn't see anything else.
And then, without any warning, it
pushed hard against my head, snapping it back violently into the
plastic floor, causing my head to bounce like whiplash.
EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
My ears were ringing, my
vision slightly blurred. The bratty voice seemed to boom, louder,
deeper, slower.
“AGGGAAAAIIINNNN”
I could feel a tear drip from my
eye as I wearily picked up my trembling head up once more, the
instinct to run away from the pain as equally motivating as the
terror to do what this plastic monster bid.
“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE
HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”
The giggles seemed deeper, slower,
further away, and my ears slowly stopped ringing.
eeeeeee...
A deep, motherly voice seemed to
boom from all around me.
“That's
right Mark, do what your sister says. She is your princess after
all”
My head trembled; my lips felt
almost numb as I pressed them into the cold plastic once more as
Crystal's bratty voice created another small earthquake.
“Do
you wove your pwincess?”
The thunder was followed by a
series of giggles.
I didn't need to be asked twice,
my throat hurting as I tried to yell as loud as I can.
“Y-yes!” I yelled, nearly
gasping. “I l-love my princess!”
“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE
HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”
The ringing had nearly subsided,
replaced by a new pain that filled the back of my head and neck, yet
it wasn't really noticeable compared to everything else that was
going on.
“Yaaay!!!”
Crystal boomed, shifting
back to her bratty voice.
My head was back on the floor, and
Leia's large, pale foot hovered over my face, still slowly swaying
left and right unnaturally, briefly blocking out the bright light
overhead except for the gaps between the toes. The doll was still
bent awkwardly forward, the frozen, stiff gaze still looking off
somewhere behind me, the loose fitting slave outfit hung limply
forward and swaying slightly as the giant french manicured fingers
twisted it left and right from behind, their outlines slightly
blurred in the light.
I trembled as I watched, feeling
the breeze of the leg as it swung over me. And from somewhere above
me, I could sense the monster stirring.
“Fffffffffwee...”
I could feel the air being
sucked from around me, my hair being pulled upward as the goddess
above me took a long, deep breath. The plastic foot still continued
to swing, but I noticed it was getting lower, my eyes following it in
fear as it drifted back across my face again a slight bit lower.
“Fffffffffwaaah..”
Crystal's warm wine smelling
breath hit me like a strong wind, causing the plastic shutters and
the doors still attached to rattle against the walls, the bits of
furniture and other plastic clutter clattering. My hair blew around
my face and my loose, polka dot clothes fluttered against me, and my
trembling only increased. The foot swung even lower this time, now
only inches from my face, and I found myself invariably wincing as it
passed by, fully expecting the next time it to kick my head like a
ball. I couldn't help but watch as it paused at the apex of it'
swing, and as it swung back towards me I shut my eyes in panic.
But the pain never came, and I
found myself tentatively opening my eyes, nearly screaming as I saw
the plastic foot linger directly over my face.
“Fffffffffwee...”
I was now shaking like I was out
in the cold. The foot slowly began to lower, inch by inch, until all
of my vision was obstructed by the pale white plastic aside from the
gaps between the dolls toes.
“Fffffffffwaaah..”
The hot wind of Crystal's breath
hit me causing me to wince as the plastic furniture around me
rattled. The plastic foot shifted down towards my chest just enough
so that it no longer blocked my eyes. I could only tremble as I
watched it inch closer towards me, before I felt the cold, dead
plastic push into my lips, like it wanted me to kiss it again.
I would have too, but before I
could, I could feel it shift against my bruised lips, pulling them to
the right slightly as they remained in contact with my skin, pushing
my cheek with it. But before it became painful it shifted back the
other direction, pulling my lips with it before it pushed them past
center and further the other direction. It then shifted down, and I
could feel my lip peel open slightly, the inner lip feeling the cold
plastic like it was ice, causing a strange reflexive shiver that felt
distinct to my regular terror. Then it shifted back up, pushing my
bottom lip back into place before pulling it towards my upper lip,
which was itself flipped up and pushed toward my nose. I could feel
the cold plastic pushing into the front of my teeth, my trembling
only intensifying.
And then, the pressure increased.
The plastic pushed into my lip, causing a flare of pain. The plastic
foot twisted in a new direction, pulling and pushing my lips and
cheek along with it. The weight on my teeth intensified as it started
rolling in circles over my lips, my face being pushed and pulled in
the direction it moved, causing increasing pain.
In a survival
reflex, I raised my arms to push the foot away, gripping the
oversized object as the weight continued to press against my face,
pinning my head to the floor. My skin and lips were being forced into
my teeth and gums. However, no matter how hard I tried, my efforts
were futile. The foot moved freely as if my resistance meant nothing.
The motherly voice boomed from
plastic wall to wall.
“Oh
no you don't Marky. This is your sisters turn to punish you.
Put your arms down, or I promise you, you'll regret it.”
I couldn't see the giant Barbie
doll, but the booming voice filled me with terror anyway. There was
no point in resisting though, I couldn't do anything to stop Leia
anyway, so I put my arms down by my side.
“There
you go, sweety. Just spread your arms out wide, now.”
I
did as I was bid as soon as the voice stopped thundering, as quickly
as possible. As soon as I complied, the business Barbie doll seemed
to emerge from the bright white sky, their huge black boots
descending like clown cars. I could see legs next, then the waist,
with Crystal manipulating the doll from either side using her pale
fingers. Trembling, I felt Leia's foot remaining motionless, pressing
into my lips, as the Barbie doll continued to descend, as if it would
soon land right on top of me. However, as it approached, I realized
its legs were naturally wide enough to land on either side of
me—right where my arms were. The cold plastic of the boot pressed
into them, and I could feel the pressure rapidly increasing, cutting
off circulation and pinning my arms to the floor. Instinctively, I
struggled, convinced that the pain would soon intensify until the
bones in my arms shattered.
“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE
HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”
Crystal's
giggles cracked like gunfire all around me. The pressure didn't
increase though, but at the same time, my arms were pinned and I knew
I was utterly trapped. I could feel the helplessness in my bones as
the red headed menace continued to laugh down at me, the thought of
being humiliated by dolls like this as equally terrifying as the
feeling of Leia's foot beginning to move again, pushing my lips this
way and that, the bare plastic scraping against my teeth and gums.
And
then suddenly, it stopped, the plastic foot lifting slightly into the
air.
Is
it over?
It was more of
prayer than a genuine thought. I knew it wasn't.
Crystal voice shifted back into
the best brat she couldn't impersonate.
“Open
your mouth for you pwincess!”
I could feel my shaking dial up to
eleven as I watched a pale, white tree of a finger come down from the
white sky, pushing the tip of Leia's foot so that it pointed
downward, the tips of its toes now only inches from my face.
No...
she can't...
I found myself babbling before I
could comprehend what I was doing.
“P-p-please, don't d-do this...”
I begged, feeling tears welling in my eyes.
The long pale finger retracted,
and for a second there was nothing but silence.
“YOU
PIECE OF SHIT!...”
Crystal's voice boomed, no accent at all, the voice sounding like she
was almost screaming.
“...
I SWEAR TO GOD MARK, IF YOU DON'T OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH RIGHT NOW
I'LL MAKE SURE NOBODY FINDS YOU!”
I hadn't stopped trying to
struggle as my body trembled, but it was utterly hopeless. My vision
began to blur as tears filled my eyes. I could still see the pale
toes connecting to the foot and leg of the Leia doll ascending up to
her lifeless torso far above me, her cold dispassionate face staring
blanking off behind me. Both sides of her body were flanked by the
even larger, yellow legs of the Barbie, Leia's only just reaching the
short pink business skirt of her much larger 'mother'.
And so I opened my mouth.
“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE
HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”
Crystal's booming giggles seemed
like background noise as my eyes remained transfixed on the foot; I
trembled watching the bare plastic foot slowly descend towards my
mouth, trying to keep it open as wide as possible. I could tell that
the thing was almost as wide as my face was, and there was no way
that it would be able to fit inside.
And as it continued to
lower, I could no longer see the big toe, the thing protruding the
furthest before it disappeared into my mouth. I could sense it as
it dipped inside, before the second toe dipped inside as well, and my
trembling increasing as I felt the third toe pressing into the side
of my lip.
“OH...”
Crystal boomed, attempting no accent.
“...
when I said 'Swear to god'...” She
roared, before the foot shoved deeply into my mouth, the fourth toe
pushing hard into my cheek while the pinky toe pressed into the side
of my face.
“...
I meant me, of course!”
Crystal's booming voice shook the
house once more as I gagged on the plastic toes pushing into the back
of my throat, the gurgling sound barely audible over her girlish
giggles. The dolls plastic foot was still far too big for my mouth,
and her fourth toe was pushing painfully into my cheek, forcing my
skin back into my mouth and pushing against my teeth, till I soon
could taste my own blood.
But the pain on my cheek was the
least of my problems as I began writhing on the ground in a mindless
attempt to escape, twisting and turning to try and free myself from
the pale plastic foot that was pushing deeper into my mouth.
“...HA-HE-HI-HA-HE
HA-HE-HI-HA-HE...”
I could feel the plastic pushing
against the insides of my cheeks, deeper into my mouth; the
unsettling feeling of needing to puke starting to gurgle up from my
stomach as the plastic leg pushed deeper inside. I twisted left
and right in futility, the huge black boots of barbie doll slowly
cutting off the circulation to my arms so that I began to feel
tingles, Leia's pale plastic leg sinking into my mouth and pinning my
head to the floor.
“You
know Mark, none of this would have happened if you had just played
with your god”
Crystal's was talking directly to
me, her voice with no tinge of accent. My jaw felt like it was being
stretched open to the limit, the warm taste of blood now pouring into
my mouth, in combination with the plastic toes pushing deeper into my
throat was causing me to choke. I couldn't even hear my own
muffled screams over the sound of Crystal's booming voice, the
giggles, and the rattling of the plastic walls and furniture.
I
looked in vain for the origin of the booming voice, hoping against
hope that perhaps if I could see Crystal's face she might have mercy
on me. But as I scanned above me, all I could see was the pale
white plastic leg of Leia that seemed to dominate my vision like a
tree emerging from my mouth, before turning into the slightly
darkened silhouette of Leia's chest and face, her blank stare still
pointed not far enough down to be looking at me. Above that was the
business Barbie doll that made it look like a child in comparison.
As Leia's plastic foot slid deeper
into my mouth, forcing my mouth open wider then I thought possible,
the fourth plastic toe that was pressing into my cheek finally pushed
my skin far enough back so that my lip was hooked between Leia's
plastic third and fourth toe. And while it might have alleviated the
pain, the slight resistance of my skin holding back the rest of the
foot from sliding further into my mouth was now gone. I could feel
the toes pushing into the back of my throat, and I could no longer
hold back my gag reflex, my jaw being forced open beyond what I
thought was possible to the point that I thought it was going to
break, filling me with unmitigated terror.
Blood rushed to my head and stars
filled my eyes, and with sickening squelch before I could feel my gut
wretch, puke flooded my mouth with a disgusting taste like the old
fuzz of Amoe's filth from Amoe's slipper and foot and the alcohol
that I had been drinking. I was choking as it sprayed out from
between my lips and the plastic of the doll's foot, the warm liquid
coating my face and rolling down my cheeks as I gagged and squirmed,
desperate to pull my head away so I could finally breathe.
“EWWWW”
Crystal's
booming voice had no trace of an accent – her voice echoing with
revulsion as she watched the torture occurring below her. I
fruitlessly tried to twist away, but with less energy, slowly
weakening as the lack of air and physical exertion was taking it's
toll, my jaw flooded with pain.
And
suddenly, mercifully, the dolls both lifted upward quickly,
disappearing into the white light and out of my vision, so rapidly
and entirely it could almost have been they were never there in the
first place. Puke coating the dolls foot rained down from it and hit
me and the ground around me as it disappeared, leaving only Crystal's
booming voice from the blinding white light above me.
“I
can't believe you puked all over your sister Mark... ugh”
I
turned my head and spit some more of the puke out of my mouth,
continuing to tremble.
“You're
disgusting, you know that?”
From
my side, I stared blankly at the cold plastic floor, totally
humiliated and defeated.
“Well,
I'm not going to let you get my dolls dirty anymore...”
For a moment, I felt relief.
Perhaps, this nightmare of a night was finally over.
“...
so let's clean you up”
Upon
hearing her words, I felt an accompanying gust of wind, turning my
head just enough to see the pale, white tree trunks of her fleshy
fingers appear like legs of a spider from above me in all directions,
falling down so quickly I thought they might have been in free fall,
before her palm appeared above them, connected to them all like a
giant octopus, the whole thing slightly obscured in silhouette by the
bright white light, and all I could do was scream.