"Excellent," he said approvingly. "You look wonderful, Ashley. Just like a real Barbie doll.""Say, Ashley, I'll bet you're tired of wearing that costume," said Irwin with a smile. "Why don't you try on one of these? I'm sure it'll be more comfortable."
I rolled my eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was put on a Barbie outfit! He did have a point, though. My feet were definitely hurting from the ultra-high heels, so at a minimum I wanted to take the damn boots off. Still, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. "I think I'll just stay as I am, thank you," I replied firmly.
"Hmmm," he said, rubbing his chin. "Well, I must admit you're pretty cute in that uniform," he told me, "but I'm afraid I'll have to insist. Here, try this one." He reached over and selected a flimsy-looking flower-patterned miniskirt, long-sleeved top, and a shiny plastic belt. Lifting this off its tiny hanger, he held it out to me, then dropped it at my feet when I stepped away from it doubtfully.
He sighed. "Perhaps I'm not making myself clear, Ashley," he said in a more even voice. "This isn't a request. Put the skirt on."
I gulped. Despite his immense size and the fact that he'd kidnapped me, this was the first time he'd made even the slightest attempt to appear menacing. In fact, I'd been hoping maybe I'd be lucky and he wouldn't be quite as evil as some the giants in the SW stories I'd read online.
I decided to test his resolve, just a little bit. "I'd rather not," I said with as much courage as I could muster.
"Look," he replied, now growling just a bit, "I'm a patient man, and I want you to enjoy your new life as much as possible. However, you should know something about me, Ashley. I'll only ask you to do something three times. If I have to ask a third time, you will be punished, and if you still do not comply, the consequences could be...well, let's just say you wouldn't like them very much."
Now here was a threat, but instead of caving in, I stiffened my resolve. "You can do what you want to me," I said bravely. "I'm not a little toy for your amusement."
"Oh, but you are, you are," he laughed. "Sooner or later you'll figure that out for yourself. Now I will ask you one final time. Please put the dress on."
I looked up at him. If we'd been the same size, I wouldn't have hesitated to try to win this contest of wills. But he was six times bigger than me, and was now glaring my way threateningly, so that I could read in his eyes what he intended. I wasn't exactly sure what he was planning, of course, but it wouldn't be pleasant, I was certain of that.
Just as he started to reach for me, I reluctantly gave in. "Oh, all right, if you insist!" I exclaimed angrily. His hand paused its motion, and his expression went from menacing to pleased in a single instant. I picked up the dress and started to walk towards the dollhouse.
"Oh, no need for privacy," he told me sharply. "You can just change right there, Ashley. If you'd obeyed me in the first place, I might have allowed you your modesty, but since I had to ask a third time, we'll call this your punishment for now."
My shoulders slumped. This guy was good, I had to admit. He knew his psychology! He wasn't wasting any time teaching me to obey his rules, and driving into me the fact that he was the boss and his orders were to be obeyed.
Well, all right, two can play at that game, I decided. I'd put on a show of resisting and then pretend to be broken. Then, sooner or later, he'd let down his guard and make a mistake, and that's when I'd make my move.
Resignedly, I sat down on the table and took off my boots. He watched silently as I then reached behind me and unzipped the bustier section of the uniform, which was low enough back there that I could get to the fasteners easily enough. I was actually glad to get out of the corset, which I tossed off to one side, only the skintight black leotard now covering my body.
Looking up at him, I saw that he was watching me intently, the corners of his mouth crooked in a smile, but he wasn't doing anything else. In some of the SW stories I'd read, the giant captor would take an opportunity like this to pleasure himself, but Irwin seemed satisfied just to observe. Also, to my relief, he wasn't making any attempt to help me out of my clothes, even though it would have been a simple matter to do so. Nor could I have resisted much.
Hopefully, I reached for the skirt, but Irwin stopped me immediately. "Not just yet," he said forcefully, pointing at me with an accusing finger. "Take off the rest of it, too. Just remember, if you had done as I asked in the first place, we could have skipped this step."
I could have resisted, but saw little point in doing so, as he could simply strip me of my clothing any time he liked. If it had to come off, I thought, I would be the one to remove it. At least that way I retained some measure of pride in this otherwise hopeless situation.
The backless leotard had no zippers or fasteners, since it was stretchy enough to just wrap itself over me without too much difficulty. I peeled myself out of it, letting it drop to the floor unceremoniously, and stood before Irwin clad only in pantyhose.
I waited momentarily for some reaction, seeing as how I was all but naked before him, but he only watched, not moving or speaking at all. In fact, he seemed almost uninterested in my tiny, mostly nude body, which I guess was fortunate, since I couldn't have resisted anything he wanted to do to me.
Somewhat relieved by his passivity, I reached for the Barbie outfit, afraid that he might want me to take off the hose, too. He said nothing, though, as I picked the miniskirt up and looked it over. Actually, the ensemble was all one piece, to my annoyance, with even the belt permanently attached between its loops. I pulled the whole thing on over my head, tugged on it a few times to put it in place, and then looked up at Irwin to see his reaction.
"Excellent," he said approvingly. "You look wonderful, Ashley. Just like a real Barbie doll."
I looked down at myself, annoyed at having to wear doll clothes, but relieved to no longer be exposed to my captor. The dress was extremely skimpy and very tight, even though I was actually slightly smaller than a real Barbie would be. The fabric, being normal-sized, was thick and rough against my unprotected body, suggesting that if I wore this thing for very long, I'd chafe my skin raw. The front was stretched taut across my bosom, making me wish I'd worn a bra under the casino costume, and I was sure this wouldn't be the only time I'd regret that decision. And, worst of all, the skirt hugged my hips closely, its lower edge just barely covering my crotch, and I knew the first time I started walking it would hike itself up over my ass without delay.
In other words, the dress was almost completely useless for all practical purposes.
Irwin didn't seem to mind, though. In fact, he looked rather happy with my appearance, which of course didn't make me feel any better about it. "Now you need something for your feet," he told me, reaching into a matchbox nearby. Inside this container were several Barbie sized shoes and boots, and he selected a pair of white knee-highs and handed them to me.
I looked at them dubiously. They were made of plastic, not leather, and there was no zipper or any other way to get them open. After all, they were designed to be pushed onto a plastic doll's immobile feet, not a real woman's flesh-and-blood ones.
I didn't wait for him to tell me what to do, but sat down immediately, trying to ignore how the skirt simply rolled itself up around my waist as I did so. Fortunately, the dark hose were enough to keep me from completely exposing myself to my captor, but it was still pretty embarrassing.
I put that out of my mind, though, as I struggled to pull the plastic boots on. It actually wasn't all that hard, since they were larger than they needed to be, but they were horribly uncomfortable. After I stood up and straightened out the skirt, I took a couple of steps and found immediately that the boots didn't flex at all, making walking difficult. Try moving around without bending your ankles, and you'll see what I mean. Of course, the plastic things had high heels, too, so it was kind of like walking on very short, uncomfortable stilts.
"Hmm," said Irwin. "You look awfully nice in that, but I can see the boots just won't do. I want you to be able to get around in your new environment, after all. Here, try the shoes."
Gladly, I thought, popping the boots off and trying on a pair of the plastic sneakers. They were just as uncomfortable, since they weren't designed for a real pair of feet, but at least I could walk normally. I suspected that without the hose protecting me, my skin would stick to them after a while. I wonder what I'd do about that when these stockings wore out?
"Much better," Irwin said with a smile. "You look very nice, Ashley. Now, I want to see you in a different outfit each day. Once a week or so, I'll take your dirty clothes and wash them for you, but you should go through each of these outfits at least once before any repeating, all right?"
"Yeah, whatever," I replied. I was getting rather annoyed by his condescending attitude.
"You should be more appreciative of me," he said patiently. "I've given you everything a doll could want, after all, haven't I?"
"Well," I said, "I just wish I had some normal clothes. These are too rough, and the shoes don't fit." Which, of course, was true.
"You'll have to get used to them, I'm afraid," he told me. "Even if I dared go back into the casino, there's no way I could arrange to get clothes in your size. They'll be watching for that, you see. That's why I collected these well in advance, from different toy stores. No one will be able to trace me that way."
Was there nothing this guy hadn't thought of already? "Well, at least see if you can get me some socks," I said, pulling at my hose. "These won't last forever, you know."
"I'll see what I can do," he replied. "I don't want to scare you too much your first day, so I'll go upstairs now and let you explore your new home by yourself. I'll check in on you in couple of hours and make sure you're all right."
"Fine," I replied, happy to be rid of him. I was actually eager to move around and explore some, and see if there was any way out of this place. Besides, if my rescuers showed up, I wanted them to do it when he wasn't nearby, where he could try to use me as a hostage or something.
"Well, then, I'll leave you to yourself," said Irwin. "I hope you enjoy everything I've put here for you. I really do want you to be comfortable here."
With that, he turned and left, taking the cage with him as he marched up the stairs and out the basement door. I heard it slam shut, and then a second click followed as he locked it just to be sure I couldn't get out.
For the first time, I was alone in my prison. Looking around at my immense surroundings, I suddenly felt smaller and more helpless than ever.