The doors being opened and Mat pulling her out of the van awakened her. Once upright, Mat lifted her by the waist and carried her along the gravel drive of an enormous house, before putting her down and ringing the doorbell. As they waited for the door to open Mat snapped his fingers, as though he had forgotten something.

�Oh yes, one more detail I forgot. It might get you in the party mood.�

The doll with the stupid grin stared back at him as he bent down and thrust his hand up her skirt. She heard a click, which must have been a switch, because the vibrators came to life inside of her. Not only did they vibrate, but also they moved up and down, in alternating rhythm. Not much, an inch or two at most, but enough for Victoria to feel an orgasm building in her. The crotch piece must have some sort of motor, or something, built in to it, she thought, before all conscious thought left her and she was rocked by orgasm.

At last the door was opened and they were shown in to a room full of rubber clad people. Mat wheeled her around, introducing her to various people, who were very understanding at her inability to respond. As she was ferried to and throw around the party, Victoria saw that there was a large stage at one end of the room. The tall purple stage curtains were drawn, so Victoria assumed that shows were held hear and that, if one was scheduled for tonight, she had no idea.

Her evening went in a blur, as Mat moved around the room of people. She was groped, prodded, squeezed and even had her ass slapped. But she was mostly oblivious to this as the Vibrators did their work and orgasms rocked her body. However, Victoria conceded, even without the vibrators, she would have found the situation hugely erotic. Being trussed up and dressed like a rubber dolly and then shown off like a prize possession

At last, the evening seemed to be reaching its climax and Mat wheeled Victoria around the back of the stage. She now saw that the stage contained two large boxes, a huge plasma screen and a lectern.

As Victoria was wheeled closer to the boxes, she noticed that it was only one box, the other being a lid of some sort, with a clear plastic front and pictures painted on it.

Victoria gasped as she recognised herself in the pictures on the box, which loudly proclaimed, in bright pink letters:

�Victoria Doll�

She recognised some of the pictures of her, taken by Mat during their days out. One showed her, with enhanced colours, like a printed cartoon, driving Mat’s red convertible. She is waving and happy in the picture. Another one shows her lounging by the pool and happily looking up at Mat from the magazine she is reading.

As Mat wheeled her to the other box, Victoria could at last see its contents. A woman shaped indentation was the centrepiece. Around the place where Victoria would, presumably, be placed were another two outfits. One looked like a dark blue rubber Victorian dress. Underneath the dress were black rubber ankle length boots. She could also make out long white rubber gloves, stockings and bloomers, as well as a black antique style rubber corset. Above this was placed a dolls head, which again she recognised as her own. This time the colour and make up were consisting with china dolls. A long curly ginger wig accompanied this.

On her right was another dolls outfit. A full length red dress, with hobble skirt. Red, thigh length rubber boots, corset, Rubber gloves and stockings. This time the dolls head resembled a sex doll, with wide-open mouth, and heavy make up. A long blond wig, held in a ponytail, accompanied this. All along the top of the box where various bondage implements, also made of rubber: Gags, harnesses, cuffs, whips and dildos.

�This is too weird,� she thought as Mat wheeled her around to the other half of the box. He then tipped her on her side, released her feet from the base and unscrewed the base. Thoughts of escape flooded though her brain. But the exhaustion of the evening and the effects of the vibrator turned her legs to jelly, although having her legs encased in three layers of rubber, combined with those impossible heals, would have made her escape comically slow. It was with some ease that she was guided in to a Victoria size indentation and secured with rubber straps to her ankles, knees, waist and neck in to her new home. The stand was then placed in a slot in the box and secured with rubber straps.

�Nothing to say for yourself Vicky?� Mat asked the mute doll. Before she could grunt a reply, Mat squeezed the left hand and Victoria heard herself say:

�Hi, I’m Vicky. Play with me�.

The rubber arm obviously had one of those tacky gadgets in it. But how did Mat get her voice on to tape?

Eliciting some help from the other party goers, Victoria watched the front of the box, complete with circular hole and informative label advising you to try making her talk, she now saw, being pushed towards her. Absently she noticed that there was not a bottom on the box coming towards her and that, by the way it glided towards her, it was mounted on casters of some sort. Finally, the two sides were joined, as the box lid slid effortlessly around the smaller box containing the dolly and her accessories, coming to rest with a resounding click, indicating that the two halves were secured by locks, or catches of some sort.

The stage cleared as the plasma screen came to life. The curtains opened and Mat took his place at the lectern.

He then introduced himself and welcomed the guests to the auction. He described the product on offer as a trained dolly, along with accessories, which she described

Once the general description of the dolly were complete, age level of fitness and training, he played a video, which would come with the doll, the contents of which would remain the exclusive property of the new owner for one year, before being placed on the web.

With a start, since she could just make out the screen from her position, Victoria realised that it showed her in Mat’s bedroom, tied in various poses. The bastard had videoed their most intimate moments. Mat flicked through the scene selection, and Victoria concluded that this was a DVD. Mat’s face, she noted, was blurred whenever he appeared in shot. Finally the last scene showed her being captured, bound and screwed by Mat, obviously recorded earlier in the evening. The next scene showed her rubberization in Mat’s workshop.

The bidding started and Victoria was consoled by the 175,000 that she reached. Her last view of the evening was of workmen covering her box in bright wrapping paper, depicting a cartoon version of her, as she was packaged ready for her new master.

Cindy considered herself in the mirror. She was six feet tall, and incredibly skinny. Her long blond hair, blue eyes and long slender legs had led to her being the brunt of many Barbie jokes at school and she had avoided wearing pink ever since.

Barbie would not be seen dead in the clothes she had chosen for tonight. The black leather bustier and short black skirt were not going to be in that dolls wardrobe. Nor were the five-inch heel boots, spiked leather cuffs and collar. Not unless they release a Barbie does bondage range. It was, however appropriate for tonight since Mat had invited her to a fetish party�.