Rothbart Barbie Novels & Stories

Barbie’s chest tightened, anger and despair mixing into a toxic cocktail. “Why are you doing this?” Barbie’s voice wavered, a sense of helplessness creeping in. Aunty Ruth, unfazed by the plea, explained with a sinister grin, “You see, I’ve had my eyes on this property for a while. Selling it will be quite profitable for me.” Barbie’s mind raced, searching for a way out of this nightmare. “You can’t just take everything away from us!” she protested, her fists clenched in frustration.

Barbie said, mocking the name, "suck those big black dicks." Karen couldn't believe she was doing this, yet couldn't stop. The cocks were just too majestic and absolutely irresistible. "Choke on that dick," Barbie said, loving dominating white sluts, that multiplied intensively when the white sluts were racist bitches like her. She pushed her head roughly until she was deep throating Carter's dick. "That's right, that's right, hold that dick deep in your slut mouth." "Oh yeah, she's a real dick smoker," Carter approved,

“Aye, Miriam. But it’s not our place to say anything.” “Is this a suitable place for my daughter, do you think?” Ruth shrugged, dashing at a cobweb which was clinging to her lace cap. “Who knows?” It echoed the conclusion she herself had come to within minutes of arriving. Trying not to panic now she schooled her features into the look she used to present in court, even though all that was removed from her when she was only eighteen. King Hubert was bearing down on them, his garments tasteful if dark for obvious reasons. She mistrusted anyone so urbane yet deadly.

I added, my voice shrinking until it was barely a breath. Barbara’s eyes traveled over the room, landing on the mountain of flowers and plush toys. “This is about Mrs. Pierce, isn’t it? The Witch of the Neverland Pirates,” Barbara said, trying to lighten the mood. I let out a weak laugh, waving her off. “Stop it!”

He sighed and said, "That's complicated. Maybe you have another identity you weren't aware of. Your parents must have a special identity or something..." I knitted my eyebrows. "I doubt that. My parents were wolf-less, and they are omega." "Wolf-less?" he frowned. "Yeah. It's confusing, isn't it?" He scratched his head with a doubtful look. "Indeed. I don't want to think about it." I chuckled upon seeing his confused look. We continued strolling around while talking about some random things. We had a good time strolling around but got interrupted when Robin came with his black horse. He had a gloomy look as though he was about to kill us. I swallowed nervously. Every time Robin looks at me s

Not content with leaving her own territory and agreeing to stay in his, she arrived wearing a black coat with baby pink vinyl boots, making him furrow his brow in confusion so she could then get rid of the coat and reveal a short, low-cut dress in the same color and material. "That outfit was pretty cool, by the way. It had that whole latex thing, clinging to your body, the super high boot, that blatantly sexy thing from your fantasies, but, on the other hand, it had something... sweet in the color. You looked like a doll... maybe a short Barbie." He ventured. "Barbie, Harry?" She laughed. "Barbie is a platinum blonde!" "No, ma'am. Only if she was when you played with dolls! There's Barbie b

She giggled again, then jumped off the table, grabbed his hand, and bounced off to her room, with Vincent being dragged like a ragged doll. “So here is Amanda,” she said, showing Vincent her barbie dolls in their tiny pink house inside her pink room. The barbies had one or multiple parts missing. “And this is Sophia, Hilda, Robin, Kai, Jay, Zane, Llyod….” She continued naming, describing their personalities and how some of them lost their body parts. I stood at the door, watching as Vincent paid rapt attention and asked questions like an obedient pupil being lectured on how to rip toys apart.

a toy bomb… not much of a toy if it's real! The Barbie dolls from the side went to Roland and took off his pants! Roland frowned and opened his eyes. He hasn’t recovered from the pain in his face yet, but seeing what the dinosaur toy was holding, he had a bad feeling about this! And he was right... Not only did the dolls take off their pants... They took off his underwear and his butt was sticking out in the cold while his balls and d*ck had to endure the pain from the weight of the armor along with how harsh the dolls were with his underwear!

"Oh- uh, Barbie called. She wants to hang out with you." "What?" But before I could say or ask anything, the both of them had already left. ### "This dress will look so cute on you!" Barbie squealed, admiring a black dress. "You should like try this on." "Barbie, can we go home?" I sighed. "My feet are killing me." "Okay, but you have to try this top first!" Barbie shoved a pink laced crop top at me. "Barbie." "Please?" I sighed and took the top from her, entered a changing room and quickly tried it on. I think I heard a tearing sound during the process. Oh well.

The couples joined the other elites at their reserved areas on the deck, while Ezrah took charge of the girls, an evil smirk appearing in the corner of his lips, making him look even scarier. Barbie clenched her fist so tightly, digging her nails into the palm of her flesh. Then she recalled something and whispered to her sister. "Are you sure she has a womb? She drank her father's tea and bled before. I'm sure her womb is damaged. She definitely won't give him an heir," she smiled mischievously.