Chapter 5

"Barbi" said Tyrone.

"Yes baby?" she replied.

"Frank says he's gonna need a few more hours before he's able to get the shots ready. Do you wanna just go walk around the block a bit? See if you see anything you like?" he said.

"Sure!" she replied. She was looking forward to seeing the mall, see if she could pick up a few new clothes for herself and for Trinicia. With a naughty wink and an exaggerated sway to her hips, she walked out the door into the dark alleyway.

"She's on the way" said Frank on the phone and hung up. He then led Tyrone down to the basement where a nice surveillance system had been set up.

Both men could barely contain their excitement. Frank had hired a dozen black men to kidnap and gangfuck Barbi that day. He prepped them by giving them a Viagra-laced drink that would enable them to retain their erections for at least four loads each. Part of the deal was that one of men would film this event the whole time. Frank was setting up a Barbi-dedicated website that he was going to broadcast parts of the show from today, hoping to make a ton of money. He was also paying for installation of a satellite dish at Tyrone's house, along with high-speed internet so he could monitor the activity on the website, as 50% partner. Frank knew that in her excited state this would hardly be a rape, since she was likely to milk the men dry she had so much pent-up sexual frustration. He also knew that since she was ovulating she would get pregnant by one of the 12 men about to fuck her senseless. Tyrone was aware of this too, and he was fully on-board with the plan. This would finally put the nail in the coffin, as it were, if Barbi were ever to regain her memories.

Barbi walked in the dirty, dark alley that led to the street outside, eager to get some new sexy clothes. She knew her two weeks were up and she could finally have sex once again with Tyrone, TJ and Trinicia. She could already feel her pussy tingling and gushing at the thought. She had thought about fingering herself but she told herself to wait for a thick hard cock.

She heard a noise behind her, and she stopped. Looking at the obscure door on her right, she saw it led to a warehouse-like building. The door was ajar, but she could tell there was something going on inside. Being curious, she decided to see what was the activity. No sooner had she put her head inside, she felt herself being pulled in the door and falling to the floor. The door locked behind her and she saw herself quickly surrounded by a dozen tall well built black men. Part of her was scared, not knowing who these men were. She mustered enough courage to ask them what they wanted.

"What do you want?" she asked bravely.

Silence, though a couple of the men simply smiled at her.

"Please, tell me what do you want?" she said, this time not so bravely.

"We want you, missy" said one of the men.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I think you know what we mean" he answered back.

"Please, this is a very special day for me and..." she began.

"Yes it is missy. Today you will be pleasing all of us" he replied.

"No, please! You don't understand! I have been in the hospital and today my boyfriend and I will have sex for the first time in weeks" she said.

"You will have sex for the first time in weeks missy" at this they all laughed. "Now, take off that dress slut"

"Please!! Don't do this" she begged them.

Taking out a knife, the leader stepped really close to her, the blade touching her skin. The contrast of white skin to black was beautiful. "I'm not gonna repeat myself again slut. Take off the dress or we'll rip it up and you'll have nothing to wear" he said menacingly.

Barbi took off her dress in a hurry, only to see it thrown in a bucket next to the tripod. That was the first time she saw the video camera.

"What are you going to to with the camera?" she asked.

"We're gonna film you, of course" said the leader - Michael.

"You aren't going to sell the videos, are you?" said a scared Barbi.

"No we won't slut", began Michael noticing a sigh of relief on Barbi's face. "We're gonna publish it on the internet on your own private website"

This brought a wave of panic on Barbi's face, she tried getting up only to be pushed back down.

"Now now, you can either do this our way, or you can get hurt" said Michael as he brought the tip of the knife tantalizingly close to Barbi's throat. "What will it be, slut?" he asked.

"Y ... your way" she said.

"Good!" said a smiling Michael. "Now, since you are responding to the name slut, do you agree you are a slut?" Michael kept his knife at Barbi's throat.

"Yes, I am a slut" said Barbi.

"What's your name, slut?" asked Michael.

"Bar ... Barbi" she replied.

"Barbi the slut. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it boys?" Michael asked the rest of the men. They all roared their agreement.

"Naah, Barbi is a bimbo's name. Is you a bimbo, slut?" asked Jerome, the one working the camera.

"No, I am not a bimbo" said Barbi.

"Now now Barbi" said Michael as he pressed his knife a little into her throat. "Is that any way to talk to the nice man there? He asked you, if you are a bimbo."

Barbi gulped, then nodded her head in agreement.

"Say it loud, slut"

"I am a bimbo" she replied.

"Louder slut. I don't believe you" said Michael.

"I am a bimbo!" said Barbi a bit firmly.

"Louder, it doesn't seem like you mean it. Jerome, maybe you oughtta burn the slut's clothes" said Michael.

"No!!!!! Please don't!! I am a bimbo!!" she screamed loudly.

"Again!"

"I am a bimbo!!" she screamed loudly.

Again and again Michael urged Barbi to repeat the words and she did so without hesitation. For five whole minutes she screamed into the camera the words "I am a bimbo" over and over again. Tyrone and Frank grinned at the monitor then at each other. The whole thing was going as per the script so far. These men were all friends of Frank and Tyrone's from high school, all men who wanted to fuck Barbara when in high school but the uptight Barbara would never have allowed it at the time.

Finally happy with Barbi's performance, Michael pulled back the blade from her throat.

"Good slut. Now, if you are a bimbo, you must talk in the third person, shouldn't you Barbi?" said Michael.

Barbi looked at him confused.

"Aah I should have known. You aren't too bright, are you? You're just a dumb bitch, aren't you?" said Michael.

Barbi just looked at him, not answering. At the first sight of the knife returning to her throat though she spoke up again.

"I am just a dumb bitch" said Barbi.

"Again!" said Michael. Michael repeated the procedure with Barbi once more for five minutes, having her scream to the camera the words "I am a dumb bitch" and then followed that up by having her speak in third person, the words "Barbi is a dumb bimbo." That was what Frank wanted in the camera and the website, a stereotypical dumb blond bimbo who knew nothing but sex, who cared for nothing but sex. Of course, the chances that Barbi would become this way in real life were slim (though possible) but for the sake of the website, he should could mold Barbi any way he desired, with the men's help.