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No. 331
Roxy and Fly 1: Fun with Barbie and Ken
Fly was the best imaginary friend ever. She’d been with Roxy since Roxy could remember. She always had the best ideas, always knew the funnest games, always knew where the best stuff was hidden. But that wasn’t what made Fly the best. Whenever she and Roxy played, adults never seemed to notice what they were up to.
Roxy hadn’t noticed at first, not surprising since Roxy was only five. She didn’t know that adults were suppost to notice when you were stealing cookies or forgetting to brush your teeth or watching a dvd when you were suppost be watching. Roxy’s parents didn’t even notice when Roxy would walk into their bedroom late at night and watch, wide eyed, as daddy pushed his hard thing into mommy’s tummy over and over and over again.
That’s where it all started. Roxy and her not quite friend Bethany (Roxy and Bethany’s moms were friends so the girls were supposed to be friends too) were playing Barbies one day when Fly whispered that Roxy should show Bethany what she’d seen Mommy and Daddy doing.
“Whatcha doin?” Bethany asked, as Roxy stripped off all over Barbie’s and Ken’s clothing.
“Playin’ the moaning game.”
“what’s that?”
“It’s where daddy lays on top of mommy and puts his thingy into her trickle again and again and they moan and say naughty things to each other and he bites mommy on the boobies and she screams but in a good way.”
“What’s a thingy? And what’s a trickle?”
Roxy looked agast at her little friend. “You are a dummy, aintcha?” Roxy held up the naked Barbie and pointed at the crotch. “That’s a girl’s trickle… its right where you pee, but down a bit.” She then picked up Ken, “And on a boy there is a thingy… though Ken doesn’t have one.”
Bethany looked at the dolls, then wriggled out of her overalls and pulled down her ducky panties. “This is a trickle?” she asked, poking herself in the barely seen slit. Roxy nodded. “How big is a thingy?”
Roxy thought about that, then held up Ken “About as long as Ken’s legs.”
Bethany shook her head, “Nuh huh! Cause a trickle is too small for something that big to fit.”
“Is not,” snapped Roxy.
“Is too!” snapped Bethany. And so on and so forth, until Roxy got mad and punched Bethany in the face as hard as she could. Bethany fell backward, almost crushing Fly, who promptly wrapped one of its arms around the girl’s neck and held her down. “Show her,” suggested Fly.
Roxy blinked and then giggled and yanked off Bethany’s panties, then knelt between the little girl’s thrashing legs and looked at the trickle. She’d never seen one this close up before. She licked it a few times then wrinkled her nose “Tastes like pee.”
She picked up Ken and tried to place his toes against the tight little slit, but Bethany was thrashing too much. Roxy glared at Bethany and Fly, then sat on one of Bethany’s legs and cruelly jabbed the doll’s rockhard toes against the little cut. Bethany whimpered, bucking and grunting, as the doll slowly parted her lips, the rough bumps of the toes almost sharp enough to cut the tender inside flesh. Roxy kept pushing, forcing more and more inside her friend. Suddenly Bethany screamed as something tore inside her and a tiny rivulet of blood trickled out of the violated hole. Roxy grinned and, just to show the other girl, twisted the doll a bit and thrust hard, pressing the doll as far as possible.
With a shudder, the doll slammed to a stop and Bethany bucked hard, slamming her knee up against Roxy’s cunny, sending blinding pain through her, making her loose her grip on the doll and twist so hard that one of Ken’s arms popped off. She felt a hot squirt of pee flood her panties and her head swam as a queer sensation of pleasure and pain washed through her body.
When her vision cleared Roxy shoved, frustrated by the sudden resistance of the unseen barrier inside Bethany’s slitty. “It’s supposed to go deeper,” she complained, then gripped Ken with both hands and shoved again, and then a second time, and finally on the third the force was enough, as, with a terrible ripping sound, the doll’s feet tore through the blonde’s cervix and into her five year old womb.
Letting go of the doll, Roxy picked up the severed arm and giggled “What do I do with this?” she asked. “You could put it in her pee hole?” suggested Fly. So Roxy did, twisting and turning the hard plastic against the tiny slit, forcing it in deeper and deeper as her victim thrashed wildly, giggling as the soft flesh puckered and tore and Bethany peed herself.
Finally, the arm was buried up to its shoulder, the flow of urine cut off, a trickle of blood leaking from both of Bethany’s wounded holes. Roxy grabbed Ken’s torso and, twisting it a bit, pulled it all the way out of Bethany. “Yeah baby, you’re sooo tight,” she said, imitating daddy’s words to mommy. Then, callously, Roxy slammed Ken’s feet back into Bethany, thrusting in and out as hard as she could, her own breath coming fast and rough, her naughty parts tingling as she plowed her little friend’s cunny.
Bethany screamed raggedly, gasping breaths though almost all sound was choked off by Fly’s grip on her throat. She was clearly weak and dizzy from lack of air, though her body kept shaking and shuddering as Roxy ravaged her, hammering the bloodslicked doll in and out, fascinated by how deep Ken was going. Bethany had stopped resisting in any way, too weak and confused to try, the pain overwhelming as the doll’s ironhard feet surged within as her, thust so far into her harder and harder thru the squeezing slick tightness of her ruined sex going past her immature womb even, tearing her up.
Roxy’s hand was getting sore so she stopped for a moment, examining the crimson liquid. “Taste it,” Fly suggested, so Roxy raised her hand to her mouth and licked tentatively. “Thalty… and a little sweet.” She giggled and kicked the doll’s head sticking out of the other girl’s slitty, slamming it another inch or so into the girl. She did it again and again until Ken’s whole head was buried inside Bethany’s mommy place.
A sob burst from the other girl, her body trembling weakly, tears pouring down her face, lungs heaving to pull in shallow breaths, squirming at the new torture of doll’s passage into her intestines, a burning surge within her belly.
“Pull it out,” suggested Fly, releasing the little girl’s bruised neck. Bethany gasped, wheezing hard, moaning and sobbing, coughing as she tried to catch her breath. She curled up, going almost fetal, but still Ken’s remaining arm protruded.
“So you beleave me now?” Roxy hissed at Bethany, who nodded, and, in a voice rough with pain and terror, sobbed, “I… I… uh huh! I want my mommy…”
Roxy smiled, brushing the damp hair out of Bethany’s face. “See, Toldya.” And with that she yanked Ken out of Bethany’s cunny. There was a loud sucking sound and then a slightly quieter slithering thump as Bethany’s bloody womb and intestines were pulled from her body, forming a funny lumpy pile on the rug.
Bethany gasped, whimpering, hands clutching her belly, trembling and coughing, fighting to keep her eyes open. “It hurts!” she wailed, as Roxy picked up a loop of intestines and tugged, trying to see just how much of the squishy stuff was inside her friend. Slowly, Bethany began to relax, her voice becoming calmer. “It don’t hurt so much any more… I feel cold.” And with that she shuddered once and went still.
Roxy played with Bethany’s corpse for a long while before she grew bored and layed down for a nap. Their moms found the two of them there, naked, laying in a pool of blood and with the backdoor unlocked (thanks to Fly). The police concluded that a child predator had come in and killed Bethany, but had been scared off before he could finish off Roxy.
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