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Chapter 11 by Person567 Person567

What's next?

will she remember

Bambi looked at the bright red Christmas tree baubles she had as earrings. A man had once told her that Bambi’s head was like a Christmas tree bauble or a hoop earring. They looked pretty but there was nothing on the inside. Bambi liked this, a fuck dolls was not supposed to be intelligent but must look pretty and sexy at all times.

In the back ground Bambi heard a speaker system start up with a squelch of feedback.

“Quite down. Quite down. I know you have worked hard for this. The company promised a Christmas party to remember, if you got the last oil well drilled in time. I am glad to say it was done in record time.

The crowd cheered

so I am pleased to present Santa’s little helpers Candy, Sindy, Bambi and Titsy for you pleasure tonight.

Taking there cue four dolls strolled out onto the stage with there hips swaying and tits jiggling They were dressed in matching red fur trimmed mini skirts, and push up bras for there massive silicon enhanced chests. None of the dolls expected the clothes to be of any use tomorrow. The clicking of the heels of there black knee high boots was drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

The bright klieg lights behind the stage blinded some of the men but as the dolls saw the crowd of waiting men, the lustful sparkle in the doll’s eyes shined brighter than any klieg lights.

Elizabeth woke up feeling wet and sticky she could still remember the dream of last night and she was as horny as ever. She also felt guilty because she had the impression such dreams were wrong. She was also scared because she couldn’t remember her own name. She knew the men were turning her in into the brainless fuckdoll Bambi. If only she could remember her real name she would stop being Bambi the bimbo whore. But try as she might she couldn’t remember it. She **** herself to concentrate and ignore the ever-present lust.

“What is my name? ”

“What is my name? ”

“What is my name? ”

She repeated to herself over and over again.

Just when she thought she would never remember it popped into her head.

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