Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Pt. 11

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Eleven.

Soft Hearts Offer Poor Advice.

Just as Fink was wiping away the sweat from his brow, his cell phone rang. One crisis had been diverted with new Anni recognizing her former boyfriend, another was just beginning. The name on Fink's caller ID was Lilah Morgan. Could Lilah have found out about their inability to detain Buffy? Maybe it was something about Becker? Or the damned porn star he still hadn't delivered?

"Hello, Miss Morgan," Fink said. There was a slight quiver in his voice. Pissing off Lilah wasn't the wisest option.

"Fink, get your ass into your office this instant," Lilah demanded. Fink rolled his eyes, a scolding by that woman was the last thing he longed for. He was beginning to wonder if dealing with that ice queen was really worth his trouble. Would it have been different if a man ran Wolfram and Hart, the most powerful demonic law office in the earth's history? He had tried poisoning her into co-operation, but her stomach seemed as steely as her gaze.

Fink walked into his office, only to be met by an evil glare from Lilah. Becker was standing there as well, looking quite sheepish. Apparently, Becker was not above Miss Morgan's wrath. Fink knew the consequences of arguing with Lilah, so, he decided he would simply listen to what she had to say. Even if it wouldn't be pleasant.

"Fink, you little worm! What the hell have you been doing in my absence?" she roared for openings. "It's bad enough that Becker here is incompetent to keep things under control, but this is your own company, dammit! Where the hell are my stripper and porn star by the way? They were supposed to be delivered yesterday!" Lilah steamed, shaking on her elegant pumps.

"Well..." Fink said. "We ran into some problems that are being taken care of as we speak." He motioned at a TV monitor. Lilah followed Fink's gaze, seeing a recording of Buffy arriving with her friends and sister. As Lilah's eyes grew wide, her mood grew more and more furious.

"Why wasn't I told?!" she asked. "Where is the slayer now? If she escapes, she'll destroy this whole operation!"

"Lilah," Fink smiled. "I've taken care of it all. Xander has been experimented on, Anya is now his loyal bimbo. Tara is on her way to sluthood. Willow and Dawn are being detained. Buffy is being safely monitored; she's currently 'hiding' in the air ducts." Lilah slammed her hands down on Fink's desk, but she quickly regained her cool.

"You have not taken care of everything. If anything goes wrong... ANYTHING!, you'll beg to be killed after what I have in store for you!"

"I understand you're upset, Miss Morgan," Fink said. "But I have a plan." He was slightly shaken by Lilah's threat. He pressed a button on his desk. "Tittiefuck, bring Dawn to my office." An uncomfortable silence filled the room. Lilah stared daggers right through Fink. Finally, the sound of clicking heels could be heard coming from down the hall. Fink huffed a sigh of relief, when Tittiefuck led a sad looking Dawn into Fink's office. At the sight of Fink, though, Dawn's eyes lit up.

"Dad-dyyyy!" she chirped. "Why haven't you turned li'l' Dawnie into your perfect shex shlave yet? Dawn misshesh Daddy sho mush!"

"Tiddiefuck twied to, wike, tell 'er all bimbos are happy all'e time, Mashta!" Tittiefuck giggled. She blew a large bubble of gum. Fink looked from Lilah to Becker. A cocky smile came over his face as he reconsidered the plan in his twisted brain. He turned to Dawn and motioned for her to sit on his lap. Dawn bounced over and flew her arms around him. She gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.

"That will be all, Tittiefuck," Fink said. He turned his attention to Dawn, who was looking up at Lilah and Becker. "I'm sorry, DolliBabe, but I've been so busy with your naughty sister. Are you ready to be made into my perfect sex slave?" He ran a slow finger over her lips. Dawn's face lit up and she hugged Fink even tighter.

"Oh yesh! Thank you, Dad-dy! Thank you sho mush!" Lilah and Becker looked at one another. What was this damn Fink doing? Fink touched another button on his desk.

"What air duct is Miss Summers in, currently?" he asked.

"She has moved right above Surgery Room Five, Sir," a voice came over the speaker.

"Excellent," Fink hissed. His plan was taking shape. "Prepare it for Dawn's mental changes. We're going to do this slightly out of order this time. Send two of the male security members up to escort Dawn to her mental surgery."

"What the hell does all this mean, Fink? There are more important issues..., " Becker asked. But Fink held his hand up to silence him. Lilah looked over at Fink, and she smiled. Evil minds have so much in common; she knew exactly what he was doing.

"This better work, Fink," she said evenly. At that point, two muscular security guards arrived. Fink shooed Dawn away with them. "I'll be along in a minute, sweetie. All will be fine."

***

A bit later Fink, Becker and Lilah arrived in Surgery Room Five. Dawn had already been strapped to the brain-draining device. Various scientists, surgeons, and sexy slut nurses were running around. Fink walked over to Dawn, who stared up at Fink, adoringly. He caressed her cheek.

"Soon, DolliBabe, soon..." The machine fired itself up. A strange, blissful look came over Dawn's face. Her shiny lips curled in a sexy smile. Becoming her master's slave was finally getting true. Lilah and Becker looked on, enraptured by what was going to happen to Dawn. It was just then that Buffy burst through the air vent, landing nimbly on her feet. Her face blazed with anger as she made her way towards Fink and the machine. A small army of muscular security guards flooded the room, all armed with tazers. Fink thought he had the situation under control, but it was only a matter of time before Buffy had knocked out all of the guards. She'd taken down the world's strongest demons, after all, a couple of stupid guards were no match for the mighty slayer.

"Let my sister go, you sick bastard!" Buffy yelled at Fink.

"I don't think so, Slayer!" Another voice called from where Dawn sat in her brain-draining machine. Lilah Morgan stood next to the chair. Buffy heard how her little sister was moaning in a high-pitched voice, and she saw how her eyes started glazing over. "How would you like your little sister to be the mental equivalent of a vegetable the rest of her life, Buffy? I'll do it, so you better not take another step. Just sit down and let yourself be captured." To prove her point, Lilah threw the switch. Dawn yelped, her intelligence starting to drain into the machine. The degradation of the young woman excited Lilah in ways she couldn't have dreamed of. She almost tasted the sheer power of it, the irreversible destruction of a sweet young mind.

Buffy stared wide-eyed at Lilah. The cruel woman had flicked the switch again, stopping the process. Buffy considered. She could chance attacking Lilah, but that way Dawn might be lost forever. Maybe there was still a chance to save her sister? She couldn't live with herself if she let Dawn be totally mind-wiped. With tears in her eyes, she clenched her fists. Then she sat down on the nearest chair. Quick hands cuffed her wrists to it.

"Alright, Lilah... you win," Buffy sighed. It was answered by a mocking laugh from Lilah and Fink.

"Now Lilah, I think it's only appropriate if we let Buffy have a front row seat to watch her sister's transformation into my special bimbo," Fink laughed. Lilah stared at Dawn; she secretly squeezed her legs together. No one needed to know how wet she grew at the prospect of turning this girl into a mindless bimbo. Her finger fondled the switch.

***

Buffy felt the cuffs gnaw at her wrists. How had she ever let herself get into this, tied to a chair, arms and legs immobilized. In front of her was her baby sister, also tied to a chair. A large metal helmet cupped her garishly made-up face, so young still, so innocent. Beside Dawn she saw her worst enemy, smiling like an iceberg. Her mind raced, or rather tried to. What was it in this place? Ever since she'd crawled into these air ducts the edges of her thoughts seemed to have gotten fuzzy, blurred. Her usually rapid train of associations now plodded on into a misty world of sweet-smelling pink. How could she have been so stupid to fall into this trap? The bait of her stupid sister had been so transparent. The fighting had been no problem at all, she could have taken on twice this force of imbecile guards, but she should have seen the real trap coming. She would have if she only had been able to think straight.

In the end she had had no option but to give in. Watching the spark of intelligence die in the wide eyes of Dawn had been too much, and now she had to live with the cruel triumphant smile of Lilah Morgan. The horribly cold creature would get what she wanted anyway. Giving in had been no use, she wouldn't stop now. Why should she? The stupid slayer was out of the race. Buffy groaned, pulling at the handcuffs. Lilah winked and laughed her icy ice-cube chuckle. Her hand went back to the lever.

"Hold on, Dawn, oh please hold on, girl!" Buffy moaned beneath her breath, but the ditzy little blonde had no chance, no chance whatsoever. Her growing, stupid smile stretched her enhanced lips. Her eyes rolled up, and from deep inside her throat rose a silvery giggle.

"Dad-dyyyy," she squealed. "Dad-dy, Dowwi comin'." Her slender body shook as pure bliss washed over her face. On the steel helmet that covered her bimbo hair tall numbers changed. Long ago they'd plummeted under three digits, now they crawled towards the seventies. Buffy understood they indicated the girl's IQ. Dawn would be irretrievably lost to common intelligence when that number would crash through the seventy-barrier.

"Stop this!!" Buffy screamed. The tall man called Fink turned towards her, an ironic smile on his face. He came over to Buffy.

"Okay," he said. "Shall we stop it? We can do that at once, honey, but of course, we have to be compensated. I run a business here." Buffy shook her head to clear it from the annoying fog.

"Let her go!" she groaned. "What is it you want?" Fink looked over at Lilah, who pushed the lever, her knuckles white. She shook her head. "No fucking way," she hissed. "No damn swapping now." There was quite a bit of sweat on her forehead, not at all common for the ice queen she used to be called. "This li'l bitch goes down, and the damn slayer will watch it all." The number on the helmet had reached seventy. The girl in the chair seemed in a trance. A bell rang and a flashlight went on.

"Bimbo!" chuckled Fink, as if calling the winning numbers in a game. Lilah kept pulling at the lever, but the number change had stopped. She flashed an angry look at Fink.

"I'm afraid that's it, Ms Morgan," he said. "Point Zero for the sweetest li'l bimbos. Enough to understand what their Masters want... not nearly enough to count past ten." Dawn opened her vacant eyes; she hick-upped and giggled. Buffy slumped in her chair. A slow tear crossed her cheek.

The Making of a Lolita Doll.

They took the two women to another room. During their short walk Buffy had been shackled at wrists and ankles. Dawn was all bubbles and giggles, swaying her non-existent hips and chest.

"Oh Dad-dy, make shweet Dowwi puffect... tiddies, ass... mmmmm, totawy puffect!" Fink had grinned and smacked her butt.

"Don't worry, li'l slut," he said. "There will be a heap of new exciting flesh on this li'l Doll's ass... I pwomise." Dawn squealed and skipped on her silly high-heeled platform sandals.

In the new room Buffy had been strung up to a wall with lengths of chain. Her top and trousers were cut off her body, together with her bra and panties. As she stood naked, Lilah walked over. She tweaked a nipple, making tears of pain explode from the slayer's eyes.

"Watch this," the cruel bitch said. "Never a dull moment, sweetie. I guarantee." She grinned coldly and stepped away to grant Buffy full sight of the definite bimbofication of her sister. There was a huge enamel contraption at the center of the room, looking like a tanning bench with a glowing greenish light from down up. Over it arched a transparent cupola, allowing full sight of the stretched out, naked body inside. Dawn lay in it, her eyes closed, her arms and legs tied down, as were her head and waist. For a while nothing happened, then little green puffs of smoke spread through the cupola. They made the body invisible for a minute. Then they cleared away.

Buffy gasped at what she saw. The stretched body had arched in orgiastic bliss, only resting on shoulders and heels. The once modest tits of her sweet sister had definitely grown, the area around her nipples were all puffy and pink. It pushed newly erected digits of hard flesh out and up. Then another waft of clouds obscured the sight for minutes. The effect was irrefutable once the cupola cleared again. The girl seemed in a constant state of climax, her mouth wide open, her body twitching. On the narrow chest rose two glorious globes of perfect flesh, topped by dollar-sized areola. They were the swollen base for nipples as long as a baby's thumb.

Buffy groaned. She tried to look away, but she couldn't; the sight of her little sister's transformation was impossible to ignore. She now saw how the nipped in waist magnified the size of the new tits; two male hands could easily circumvent its tiny girth. It flared out into wide and fleshy hips that hugged a baby bare mound and cunt laying puffed and swollen in the valley of her perfect thighs. New clouds appeared and vanished. At each clearing the once lanky frame she knew had filled out more. By now incredibly round breasts stood proud on a slim chest, shaking with incessant orgasms, a cushioned ass balancing the tits. From there the legs tapered down to lovely tiny feet. They took a lot of time getting there.

Most of Buffy's fascination wasn't captured by the body, though, however spectacular it might be. Her attention went to the face. Subtle changes added up. The skin cleared up into the spotless paleness of porcelain; the eyes widened into the violet gaze of a doll; the lips puffed up into a pink flower. Young was the word, young and innocent, a doll's emptiness crowned by angelic platinum curls. Buffy was so taken in by the process that she jumped when a cold voice whispered in her ear.

"Like what you see, honey?" Lilah Morgan chuckled. Buffy felt fingers enter her exposed pussy, confronting her with the moist betrayal of her body. "Oh yes," Lilah said. "You must love it. Soon, honey, your time will come to join your sweet stupid bimbo baby sister. What a gorgeous couple you'll make." Buffy groaned and shook her head in desperation.

Then the cupola rose and out of it stepped the most sexual creature she ever saw. The ultimate tiny Lolita sex bomb that once was her grown-up sister sashayed over to her like a catwalk kitten. Two round, porcelain-pale globes bounced with every teetering step. The fleshy hips churned in enticing circles; tall shining legs scissored. The girl walked with professional elegance, one heeled foot in front of the other. From the china doll's face wide vacant eyes stared straight into Buffy's, making her flinch with pain. Outsized lashes flapped over violet orbs. A plump, rosy mouth stretched into a flashing smile. The newborn Lolita doll cooed and giggled softly.

"Wooki, big shish," she sang. "Dowwi now totawwy fanta... fanta... shupa kewl now. Mmmmm, ya mush' be, wike, shoooo jeawoush! I shooo wanna cum an' hug ya, shweetie, but Dowwi mush' go fank Dad-dy fihsh'. Oooooh, shweet Dad-dy sho good fo' shiwwy li'w DowwiBabe... mmmmmm." She crooned and twisted her body in coquettish bliss; then she turned her swollen ass to find her Daddy. She sank on her knees in front of him and unfastened his belt and zipper with her pudgy baby-fingers. Then she took his half erect cock into her hands and lowered her swollen baby-lips.

"Dad-dyyyy..., " she moaned, and swallowed the full length of his meat in one perfect gulp.

***

It was an hour later. Sweet new DolliBabe had yet to get down from her high. She looked into the tall mirror and what she saw made her squeal; her cute new voice echoed through the room. Under a halo of luminescent silver hair, she looked at the most stunning baby bimbo slut she'd ever seen, even in this wonderful place. Wide violet eyes sparkled in the oblong darkness of her fat, heavy lashes. A doll's face looked back at her; it had a pretty little nose over the most sexually enhanced cock sucking lips ever. Its curvy, doll-like shape made her dream of sweet Daddy's cock every moment she licked them. She smiled at the thought, stretching the pink wonders over her white teeth. "Dad-dyyyy," she moaned, an adorable giggle welling up from the depth of her creamy throat. Just uttering the word made a little squirt of moisture seep into her tiny pink string; it was the only piece of fabric she wore. The thong was wet; her permanently swollen cunt lips made it stretch with a telltale camel-toe impression. Her small white doll's hands cupped her tits. They were only DD-sized but looked huge on her petite and slender frame. Their shadows stretched all the way down her flat, nipped in belly. Hard pale nipples forced their way through her fingers, contrasting nicely with the shining pink of her nails. Dolli wriggled her flaring hips, feeling the incredible sway of her new round ass cheeks. They made her walk deliciously on the pinpoints of her towering heels.

"Oooooh," she crooned. "L'iw Dowwi ish shush a cute wuvwy dowww..." A new attack of giggles made her flesh jiggle freely.

"Yesh, she sho' ish," a voice agreed. It was rich and full and belonged to an olive-colored woman with much bigger tits, packed in a gold spandex top. She walked over to the giggling doll and fastened two large gold hoops in her ears.

"Now, wike, what we wea' t'day, li'w dahwin'?" she boomed with a distinct Caribbean accent. Her gold painted nails ran down the white girl's flesh, following her new curves. Dolli shivered, then she grabbed the dark face and planted a fat kiss on the signal red lips.

"Oooooh!" she squealed. "Make li'w Dowwi bootifuw fo' Dad-dy, pweashe, shweet ChiChi!" Chi-Chi was Fink's former partner with which he'd set up the firm. She was a brilliant, nerdy scientist back then, in the possession of several PhD's. Ironically, she had developed the principle of the machine that had dumbed down Dawn Summers, be it that she had entirely different plans with it. She wasn't only cleverer than Fink, she also criticized him for his greed, his cheating and his blatant hate of feminists and successful women in general. One day, she found herself in the very machine she'd helped developing. Now, she was Fink's personal assistant, and happy to be as personal as she could. She kissed the new Doll back, hugging her.

***

Half an hour later the Lolita-sweet darling formerly called Dawn Summers had changed from red latex through leather into silver lycra. She also saw herself stuffed into incredibly tiny tops and miniscule skirts, watching her hard nipples poking through flimsy satin, and her firm round buttocks peeping from under the shortest skirts. She came twice by only rubbing her nipples with the satin and lace of too small bras. She came once more by donning tight rubber panties with built in dildos at just the right places. In short, she'd had so much fun that her inner thighs were dripping with it.

Finally, Chi-Chi decided on a little schoolgirl's outfit. It was a tiny white blouse that stretched over her new assets, and a very short pink tartan skirt that rode on frilly white lace panties. Short white socks hugged her ankles to disappear into pink six-inch platform heels. Her blazing hair had been pleated into braids, standing off her pretty doll's face. All-in-all it was a cliché schoolgirl outfit as ever you saw one, Chi-Chi knew, but she also knew her boss's taste wasn't exactly haute couture.

Chi-Chi praised her abundantly. Then she took the girl's hand and walked her to the door. DolliBabe felt constantly flushed, if only by the sexy movements the shoes made her make. They caused a constant bouncing of her chest, and a friction of her swollen little cunt that made her moan at every step. When the elevator at last stopped at the upper floor, Dolli was horny as hell; she almost permanently shook with giggles. To her awe she watched the door of a posh penthouse slide open. She knew whose door it was, and as she sank to her knees, she climaxed. Daddy saw it all.

"Sweet li'l DolliBabe," he said, and his voice set off a new orgasm. "You look so perfectly fuckable." He walked over to the shivering doll on the floor. Taking her hand, he made her rise. She dared not look into his eyes; moisture caked her thighs together. Daddy presented her with a small black box. She looked at it, not understanding. He opened it and inside was a pink satin collar. It sported silver studs and a silver nameplate. There were letters on it, but she could not read them anymore. Daddy pointed at them and said:

"It is for you from me, li'l darling. It says: Daddy's Fuck Doll, see? Say it after me..." Dolli stared at the gift and mimicked his words, "Dad-dy'sh Fwuck Doww," and giggled. Fink smiled, lifting her little cherub's chin.

"I want you to wear it always," he said, "as you shall always be my sweet stupid slut." Dolli, the girl they say once was Dawn Summers, the bright sister of the feared and famous vampire slayer, fainted and sank to the floor. Her weak, pink lips drooled on Fink's perfectly polished shoe tips.

On the Tip of Your Baby Sister's Tongue.

Buffy hung from her arms, not feeling them. They stretched high above her head and the wrists were collected in two attached leather cuffs. Her body felt taut and naked. She almost dangled, only the balls of her feet touched the floor. She didn't know how long she'd been like this; the world was a dark hole; she supposed they'd blindfolded her. She also must have been drugged; her last memories were the awful blowjob her little sister had given to this jerk Fink. She even now flinched with the image of Dawn's fattened doll-lips around the rigid member, her bright, dumb eyes, and the ludicrous new body they'd given her.

Buffy groaned. The darkness made her hear more acute, it also made her smell more intense. The veil of dizziness seemed to rise, and she became more interested in what might be around her. She heard little rustles, far away sounds, the beating of her heart, rather quickly. Then she heard a door open. A breeze of fresh air tickled her bare skin, making her nipples tighten and a rash of goose bumps run all over her. Ringing sounds of high heels echoed from the floor, seeming to get closer. A sweet, familiar perfume made her nostrils flare. She groaned again.

"Buf-wi?" The voice was high and childish, mixed with excited breathing.

"Dawn?" Buffy answered. Her voice rasped with lack of use. There was a sickening giggle.

"Naw, shtupid!" the little child's voice piped. "Dowwi now, wike, DowwiBabe. Ashk Dad-dy. I Dad-dy'sh shweet DowwiBabe. Saysh sho on ma kewl new fingy. Shee?" She must have gotten closer; Buffy felt a hot breath touching her face. She also smelled a sugar-sweet perfume, mixed with the dark tones of musky sweat. It made her feel even dizzier.

"Oh, Dawn," she moaned. "What have they done to you..." The giggling rang again. Then, with a shock of surprise in her darkness, Buffy felt huge, soft globes of flesh caress her nipples, a tongue entering her ear at the same time. A new heady wave of the perfume hit her; all her muscles turned to jelly.

"Dad-dy need ya too, Buf-wi. Oh, pweashe don' be a bowe, shweetie. Pweashy be ma li'w kewl shlutty shish. Sssshooooonnn..." Buffy turned her head away. She felt fat, moist lips slip off her mouth and slither down her jaw. The girl who had once been her sister Dawn moaned softly; then she clucked her tongue.

"Don', wike, be wike fish, Buf-wiii," she wined, stretching the last syllable into an affected sigh. "Don' ya, wike, totawwy wuv fiiiish? An' fiiiiish?" From nowhere wet, strong lips sucked on Buffy's left nipple. It pulled in the stiffened flesh. A sharp pinch of the other nipple made her squeal.

"Mmmmmm," she heard. The voice was muffled now. "Buf-wi sho mush likesh fissssh." And the giggle rose again. The invisible mouth traveled down to her taut belly, swirling inside the dimple of her belly button. It made all the small downy hairs on her body rise. Soft hands with long, sharp nails spread her stretched thighs. Suddenly a hot, wet tongue ran the length of her slit, making her jerk. A probing finger circled her clit, finding it peeping out already from its hood, aroused and throbbing.

"Mmmmmm... but Buf-wi ish hawt!" the voice whispered. The blindfolded vampire slayer couldn't help opening her mouth to let low growling moans out. Her hips started to gyrate slowly. She never even thought of pulling her pussy away from the searching mouth and fingers. She was incredibly horny; a new and constant buzz occupied her brain. Her body sang with a spreading tingle, reality copping out. She started humping the two fingers that entered her by now. The cooing and humming of her sister filled her ears. Then she came hard, squirting rivulets of juice over Dolli's hands and face.

***

A huge wave of lust had washed her clean. The buzzing abated, but it took Buffy minutes to stop convulsing. She hung limply from her ties. Then she heard an icy, freezing chuckle. The blindfold came off her eyes, hard, blinding light entered her skull. She looked straight into the painted face of her dollified sister. The platinum blonde bimbo greedily licked her fat, enhanced lips, giggling and flapping her long eyelashes. Around her neck was a pink collar, the thingy she'd had from her Daddy. It sported a tiny plate that said Daddy's Fuck Doll. Buffy sobbed, defeated. Then she again heard the frozen chuckle. She turned her dizzy head. Cold, cold eyes entered her watering gaze.

"Welcome to my world, Buffy darling," said Lilah Morgan. She stood tall in a black leather corset and slapped a short riding crop against her leather-wrapped thigh.

Chapter 3: An Ice Queen Melting.

Lilah Morgan sneered. Through the slits in her leather mask, she saw the silly Fink-doll with the white-blonde pigtails jump excitedly up and down. It made the girl's large breasts bounce and jiggle in the cliche white schoolgirl's blouse. It also made her minimal skirt dance to reveal the lower cheeks of her round, fat ass.

"Oh Gawd, wike, yessssh!" the girl squealed, clapping her long-nailed puffy baby hands.

"Silly brat," Lilah hissed below her breath. "Silly stupid creature." Beside her walked a slumping girl with dirty blonde hair. Her naked body was wrapped in chains, her elbows and wrists tightly bound at her back, making her tits push out. They were pathetically small in this world of pumped-up glory. The girl was even chained at the knees and the ankles, the metal clattering on the tiled floor with every step she made. She was silent, her eyes were on the floor.

Lilah Morgan then chuckled her ice-cold chuckle. She felt good, better than she had for a long time; a glorious rage roared through her body. It fed on the sight of these ridiculous, powerless bimbos. Oh, how hard her nipples got when she put her foot on one of those crawling slave things. She became thoroughly wet whenever she heard their silvery lisping baby voices beg, or felt their busy pink tongues lick her toes. Lilah Morgan could not remember ever having been this wet or ever felt this astonishing thrill flash through her body before. She knew now that she wanted it, needed it. She would never allow anyone to take it away from her again. Her brain fed on the power; her cunt soaked up all the new, exciting feelings.

Deep inside her huge chunks melted off her mile-thick glaciers. Rushes of pure heat lapped at her once impenetrable fortress of ice. God... how she loved the feeling, how she needed it. She grabbed at it to hold it tight, a corrupting thing creeping into her brain. She never saw it coming. It was a stealthy shadow and it darkened her once brilliantly selfish mind; she seemed unable to think of anything else anymore, and she didn't care. How could she? Nothing changed, really, just the goal of her lifelong ambition had shifted. It slowly turned her into a sex crazed, lust ridden creature. It made her moan.

The impossible heels sent jolts of giddiness into her legs. It radiated into her cunt with each echoing step. The thigh high boots hugged her flesh, as tightly laced as the corset that deliciously strangled her waist. It pushed up her tits into a modest cleavage, but left the pointy nipples free. She watched herself in the mirrors that lined the corridor; what she saw filled her mind with pride. Her head was wrapped in a black leather skullcap, only leaving her piercing eyes and tight blood red lips free. Her hair had been pulled through an opening at the top to make it rise into a high, proud tail.

She remembered how the outfit had been lying around in the guest room she used here. It had been there for days, but only now had she given it her attention. She remembered that she'd touched the leather, smelling it. True, the fragrance and the feeling had seduced her into trying them on, a tight suede thong coming on first. Putting it on had made shivers run up and down her back. She didn't know where the girls had come from, but before she could disagree, they helped her into the boots. They laced her up in the corset and took her breath away. Her heart never stopped racing ever since.

Lilah Morgan pulled herself out of her reverie. She was in command; she wasn't a mindless bimbo. She didn't need their silly tits and overblown asses. She was Lilah Morgan; she was her own woman. She'd claim her own place, extract her own pleasures. Lilah slapped a short riding crop against the leather of her boot, urging the chained girl on.

"Ha, slayer!" she croaked with a voice full of venom. "Now look at you. Nothing left of you but a common, dirty cunt slut. We all saw how hard you came from the tongue of your own sister." Another crack of the crop punctured her voice. "Now watch me teach that same slut sister how to behave and become the ultimate whore." A door opened and they entered a boudoir like room. It had ankle deep white rugs lining a huge round bed. There were mirrors all around. On the bed knelt two bimbos, naked under tiny nighties. One was a dark brunette, the other had a rich burgundy cloud of hair spreading around her sweet slut's face. Both sported ridiculously large tits, the dark swollen nipples slamming into the sheer material of their outfits.

"Hi Dawni," the brunette lisped with her standard baby voice. "Shoooo, wike, totawy kewl ta shee ya hea' too, honey. Ya look sho yummy!!" The last syllable was a squeal. She started to crawl to the edge of the bed to meet the platinum doll, but the redhead grabbed her shoulder, pointing with wide-eyed wonder.

"Wook!" she gasped. "Wooki, Twippi. Shee who she ish?" She pointed at the chained prisoner; her other hand was on her fat painted mouth. The brunette stopped, shocked.

"Buffiiiii!!" she yelled. She jumped up and jiggled over on her towering pink sandals to meet the chained girl. She mashed Buffy into her huge tits, pushing the breath out of her. "Buffi!" she screamed again. "Ooooh, so totawwy go'shoush ta have you he', honeyyy." She grabbed Buffy's face, staring into it with her wide, innocent eyes. Then she pouted and hugged the girl again. "Aaaww, swee' wuv," she crooned. "Don' be sho unhappy! Fey gonna make ya happy too. Fey give ya hawt big boobiesh and aaaaww de shexh ya wanna. Ooooh, wike, yesssh!" She shook with a massive giggle. Lilah Morgan cracked her whip, startling the girl into sudden retreat.

"Get your crazy claws off of her, you, stupid fat bimbo!" she sneered. She grabbed Buffy, pulling her to the side. "Stand there, silly bitch and watch what I have in store for your airhead baby sister!"

***

Half an hour later Lilah Morgan arm hurt with exhaustion. Through a haze she watched the three pink mountains of flesh on the bed. Tongues dashed into fat shining slits; fingers pumped in sopping holes. Moans and whimpers filled the air. Never had she seen and heard such an endless explosion of orgasms, and never had she felt them wreck her own body in such overwhelming response.

She'd given them the sex doll to teach her all the secrets of their trade as porn monsters and sex dancers. And all the while she had made Buffy watch them. She'd had her tied up in chains, arms over her head, dangling from a hook in an overhead beam. Without even thinking, Lilah had started whipping the slayer's pale ass. She then changed to the back of her thighs, leaving evil marks and rising welds. Each blow had reverberated through her punishing arm, straight to her leather-clad cunt.

She extended the torture to her victim's cunt and tits, and while she did, she opened her own crotch and had ploughed mercilessly into her slit. She rubbed her screaming clit, fucked her throbbing insides. She beat and came, came and beat. She grunted and groaned inside her mask, and with each crashing climax another huge chunk of ice plunged into her seething ocean. Every hot wave of orgasm convinced her more of her new goal in life.

Buffy lost consciousness. Lilah Morgan sank to her knees, sticky juices gushing over her fingers. She murmured words that hardly reached her own ears anymore. The word Master was amongst them. Saying it made her shiver.

Sisterly Love Can Be the Sweetest Love.

Buffy hurt. Of course, her poor ass hurt, and the backside of her thighs. Her tits were a labyrinth of crisscrossed welds and bruises, so were her belly and the front of her thighs, but most of all she hurt inside. The infuriating cloud of dizziness had lifted slowly. It made way to a feeling of definite defeat. Shame was its name, shame and the knowledge that she'd been utterly powerless to prevent the humiliation of her sister. Where was her power, the immense power of the slayer? From the moment she'd entered this building, all her magical potency had left her. It felt as if she lived in an airtight bubble. This place seemed to seal out all her powers of magic.

Maybe it was the almost anti-septic atmosphere of pure science. It might be the utter absence of human compassion, the almost mechanical and materialistic approach of life. She was appalled by the shameless way these geeks treated women; they seemed to lack all emotions other than selfish lust. She remembered how systematically they'd blown the breasts of the Sunnydale women into grotesque balloons. How they'd tightened their waists, increased their hips and asses, stretched their legs. They had changed their mouths into cum receptacles, and God, the whorish hairdo. But most of all she remembered how they filled their heads with emptiness. How they turned them into mindless giggling fuck-toys.

Would they do it to her? They'd done it to little Dawn. They were ruthless. They'd made sweet Cordelia into a silly bimbo porn star, and brilliant Winnifred seemed even more of an airhead. What scared her the most, was the careless way they blew away promising young brains. The goddamned arrogance made her shiver. Then the cold chuckling voice returned.

"You seem to enjoy it, darling," the woman in black leather said. The cruel riding crop dangled from her hand. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Buffy slowly raised her head. Through sweaty strands of hair, she saw the cold eyes over the sneering red slash of a mouth. Buffy's tongue seemed swollen; she could only groan.

"Don't torture yourself, honey," the woman said. She clucked her tongue. "Think of how much more relaxed you'll feel, sweetheart. You won't have to worry about your powers anymore. That must be such a relief." The woman nodded. Buffy felt a needle slip into her thigh. Before she tumbled into darkness, hands were undoing her chains. They caught her slumping body.

***

Buffy floated. All was white around her and it felt as if she were weightless. Liquid, caring fingers lapped at her skin. They carried her and soothed her flesh. A tingling wellbeing entered her. She sighed as she found that she lay in a bathtub. It was a big one. All the water lay hidden below soft mountains of fragrant suds. The pain had almost subsided, but her inner pain returned full force once Buffy regained her senses. She remembered the destruction of Dawn. The humiliation of Sunnydale's finest women. The heart-breaking emptiness where once had been her friends. She closed her eyes and sobbed.

At last, she tried to rise and look around. Only then did she see the pink, naked girl kneeling next to the bath. Her white hair had been tied into girlish pigtails. Her fat shining lips pouted under wide and empty violet eyes. On her chest rode huge mounds of tender flesh.

"Dawn," Buffy croaked. The pink doll flashed her smile. Buffy got up more, grabbing the girl's arm with a slippery hand. "Dawn! Oh my God, girl. Help me out of here and I'll save you! I'll get Angel. He will get us all out and safe..." The girl who now was Fink's Lolita doll (carrying his collar to prove it), shut her big sister's mouth with a single finger. She giggled.

"Don' be siwwy, Buff! I nee' no shavin'. I'm, wike, shafe aww wigh'. I Dad-dy's wi'wl doww now, 'memba? An' so totawy pwoud!" She rose to her knees and proudly displayed her newly endowed chest. She caressed her tits, playing with the hard pointing nipples. "Wooki, Buff, shwee' sish. Wook how booootifuw Dowwi is now. An' wook at yase'f" She pouted and shook her head in pity. "Ya nee' shavin'. Ya wook, wike, shoooo totawwy out of it, honey. No boobiesh, no hair, no bootifuw eyewashesh!" Buffy moaned. She got up and hugged her once bright baby sister against her slippery body. She was hardly able to get her arms around the immense chest.

"Dawn!" she cried. "Please, Dawn. Look how ridiculous they made you look, honey. Those crazy balloons, those fat silly lips, the make-up. They turned you into a cheap slut, Dawn!" Her voice rang against the white tiles, but they drowned in the mighty fit of giggling that hit the bimbo girl.

"Eeeeee!!" Dolli screamed, pushing away her sister. "Wook at yasshef, dummy! Who'sh de widicwoush nobody he'e? Eh? Wook!" She clawed at Buffy's breasts, making them flipflop between finger and thumb. Then she turned her around, smacking her wet ass cheeks. "Now phewwww! Who mush' be shaved heea!" Another storm of giggles made her mighty masses bounce.

New tears streaked Buffy's face. She helplessly stared at the airhead that once was the clever li'l sister she grew up with, the girl that she had promised to protect when their mother died. My God. How could she have failed like this? She sank to her knees in the bath and leaned her head on the side. Why was she so helpless? Where was her magic? Where were her friends? A tiny white hand with long pink nails stroked her hair.

"Shhhhh now," a childlike voice chimed. "Aww be shooo kewl, honey. Don' cwy. Shoooon, shoon Dad-dy make you happy too. Ooooooh yessssh. Jush' ash happy an' bootiful as wi'wl Dowwi. Mmmmmmmm... Don' ya wowwy, Buff. Jush' twush' Dad-dy."

Buffy sobbed.

***

After Buffy stumbled out of the bath, DolliBabe wrapped a huge, fat towel around her. She rubbed her skin to make it glow.

"Mmmmm, now he'e," she muttered. "Let Dowwi make ya all wawm an' comfy." Buffy winced whenever the towel touched one of her many bruises. Dolli apologized in a high singsong voice.

"Sho many nashty lwi'wl bwuishes! Lemme, wike, get shumpin' fo' dat." The girl left Buffy standing in the middle of the sterile bathroom. It shone all white around her. There was a tall mirror to her left. The lost looking face that floated on top of the immense towel shook her. The dark eyes had gray circles below them. Then Dolli returned, jiggling silly on her precarious heels.

"Now, wike, lemme shee to dose bwuishesh, hun!" she exclaimed and took the towel away. Buffy shivered, starting as she saw herself naked in the mirror. A labyrinth of stripes and ugly purple lines spread itself all over her skin. Dolli squeezed a fat dollop of cream out of a plastic container, applying it to a weld on top of Buffy's left breast. The sensation was instant. A deep glow sank into the flesh of her tit, making it tighten. Her nipple popped out, starting to throb. A deep moan left Buffy's lips. She shuddered under her little sister's touch.

"Goooood, eh?" the doll squealed. "Don' dat make shweet Buf-fi feel, wike, shooooo mush betta?" Buffy closed her eyes. New bruises were touched, the glow spread all over her upper body. Her tits reacted like crazy. She had to press her thighs together or she might have wet herself there and then. When she opened her eyes again, she was amazed. Wherever the soft white fingers touched her with the cream, the dark slashes disappeared. Immaculate white skin took their place. By now her breasts were pristine again; they maybe were even softer and smoother than they'd ever been. They were also pulsing, feeling tight and even a bit swollen. Dolli giggled.

"Mmmmmm, yeah! Dowwi shee how Buf-fi wuvsh it. Dowwi feew 'er nippiesh wise. Wowwwwie..." And she tweaked the hard morsels of flesh that shone with cream. Buffy once more closed her eyes. In her mind she projected a map of her abused body and followed the slow fingers across it. They were like a pinpoint light, bringing a pink sweet glow to more and more darkened niches of her flesh. She moaned. The high silver voice of her dollified sister seemed to disappear, coming from an increasing distance. But the touches intensified; they put a hot torch to her tits and belly, her thighs and legs. It felt as if a hurricane of heat swirled around the calm, cool eye that was her cunt.

Buffy shook. By now she felt helpless. An incredible lust entered her mind; only from a far distance did she understand what happened. She was appalled at what happened, and desperate at how helpless she was to bridge the gap and stop it. But what stung her the most was the growing certainty that she loved it. She didn't want it to stop. Nor did she want to stop it. She just ached to have it done to her. A tiny voice screamed from deep within her before it was muffled by the huge pink clouds that rolled over her. She panted. Her hips started to gyrate. Her crotch searched for the heat. Her cunt begged to be touched by the storm. Then it all stopped. The fingers stopped, the heat evaporated, the storm petered out. What remained was an icy silence. She hung in an empty space, panting and gasping. Her eyes opened. She saw her doll-sister's beaming face.

"Don't stop," she mumbled. It came out as a groan. She saw the slutty face sink down. A wet tongue traced itself over her newly sensitive skin. Moist, hot lips closed over screaming nipples. Buffy trembled on her feet. High moans left her throat in fast repetition as the tongue swirled around her belly button. Hands opened her thighs. She gave in. The tongue made her feel as she had never felt before. She gasped as it ran the length of her swollen slit, finding her clit and pushing the button that threw her into a pit of steaming lava.

Buffy came hard from her sister's insisting tongue, and she didn't stop coming for a very long time. Her hands clawed into the hair of the little bimbo slut. She pulled the face into her cunt, painting her juices all over it. Then her legs crumbled, and she sank to the floor. Dolli knelt next to her, her ass cheeks billowing over her heels. She pushed the button on a pink cell phone. Then she listened, until a smile crawled over her enhanced lips.

"Dad-dy?" she said. Her voice trembled from excitement. "Dowwi, wike, fink she weady, Dad-dy." She seemed to listen. Her eyes shone. "Yesssh, Dad-dy. Fank ya, Dad-dy." A huge sigh pulled up her tits. Then it made them fall into a riot of bounces and jiggles. The phone slid to the floor, but her lips kept forming the words.

"Fank ya shoooo mush, Dad-dy."