Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Pt. 14

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Fourteen.

Preparing for an Unforgettable Evening.

Lonely nights give birth to questions. Who was she? Ah yes, her name was Buffy Summers. She remembered, of course, and yes, there was this huge, sinister realm of dark creatures. Somewhere, as a backcloth to her memories, there was this world of magical, supernatural powers with its leering faces, angelic eyes. It was her world, her magic. Or was it? Who was she? Her body lay stretched in darkness, feeling like a smoldering fire. She felt the bruises, of course. She felt the heat in her crotch, in her ass, but most of all, there was this glow, a low, sweet, caressing glow. It seemed to wrap up her entire being, relaxing her muscles, and it spread a wool blanket all over her brain.

Her hand was between her thighs. It must have been there all the time. Fingers rubbed her swollen cunt lips, slipping along their hot wetness. They found the alert little nub. Her other hand was on her tits to rub an extended nipple. The innocent girl with the big vacant violet eyes never left her imagination. She was a sweet china doll with a glorious woman's body. She knew she was once her sister, or did she? Now she was her cunt licking sex dream. She craved her, begged to have her with her. Inside her. The need was there, she knew. She wanted to deny it, but she couldn't. It made her flush with shame, or was it?

A cold wave of guilt drowned her horny reverie. She groaned, feeling humiliated. She felt guilty and ashamed, but the image insisted. It turned her probing fingers into a pink tongue and sucking lips. Silvery giggles poured down on her, and once more she responded with a crashing orgasm. It left her staring into a new abyss of guilt and sadness. But the kernel of yet a new urge to be satisfied was already there. Buffy cried. What had they done to her? Where were all her friends? She remembered having friends, mighty witches and sorcerers. Where were they now? Would they save her? Could she be saved? Did she want to? She shook her head in despair.

The red-haired witch called Willow. Where was she? The clever Cordelia? The loyal Xander and his girlfriend, what had happened to them? Buffy gasped. A curtain was lifted from her mind, if only for a second, and she knew, she knew and cried. She cried and balled herself into a fetal position. All was lost for sure. All her female friends must be stupid bimbos by now. Vacant eyed, grossly titted sluts like her little sister. All was surely lost, all was over. Buffy sobbed in her dark prison. She hardly noticed how her hand once again slipped between her thighs, sinking into her wetness. It found her screaming clit. Her body arched. She came once more.

***

That morning Fink had a little song in his head, he even whistled it through his teeth. It felt good to be the happiest man in the world, while soft pink flesh pressed into him. Lovely bulging tits grazed his arms and busy little fingers seemed to be everywhere. He opened his eyes to look straight into the smiling face of a white-blond bimbo. Her fingers were busy spreading fat creamy lather over his jaws. She whispered sweet nothings. She was very good at what she did.

A white sheet covered his body from the chin down. He sat in a chair. At both sides of it a curly black girl and her red-haired sister were doing his nails, clipping and polishing them. And although he could not see it under the sheet, another girl must be busy between his thighs. A strong but very soft set of lips clamped itself around his hard cock. Its head plunged deep into a silken throat.

How different his world felt from what it had been a few weeks back. As the shaving blade scratched expertly down his chin, Fink remembered the awful first meeting with these lawyer creeps, and his chest filled with pride at how he had handled it all. In Fink's ego there had never been much room for doubt. He also would never admit how luck had played a role in getting him out of that damned situation. It had all been due to his cleverness. This evening's party would be the crown on all his achievements. Fink came hard in the satin throat. His satisfied groan filled the air, echoed by the little bimbos' excited giggles.

***

Lilah woke up to feelings she'd never felt before. The world seemed always to have been distant, behind a save wall of bullet-proof glass, but now she felt the excitement tingle on her bare skin. Hot anticipation licked at her flesh, leaving a trace of goosebumps. It felt all so strange, but oh, so wonderful.

The once Queen of Glaciers hung stretched inside a tall iron frame, her toes barely reaching the floor. Strong, dedicated hands tugged at leather laces, pulling her corset fractions of inches tighter. The boned front grabbed her rib cage, squeezing air out of her lungs. The lovely half cups at the top pushed up her pointy tits, and it felt great. Huge chested girls busied themselves with their new mistress. One, dutifully, put her foot in the small of the back, pulling at the black strings. Another knelt in front of her, carefully lasering the last of Lilah's pubic hairs away. She smiled as she heard her mistress groan; then she put small sweet kisses on the baby-bare mound.

Lilah felt very satisfied with herself. She'd handled it all so well, getting so many lovely bimbos to do her bidding. Lilah was on top, where she belonged. Even Master Fink and Master McDonald didn't begrudge her the right to crush and punish the air headed sluts. In her skull raged a wonderful storm; the entire world lay at her high-heeled feet. Just another hour and she would transform this insignificant little slayer, this awful Buffy. She'd make her beg to serve her, ooooh yes, she would make her. She would absorb her power and add it to her own. She would flood those wide, scared eyes with respect and submission. Thinking of it made her slit run. It made her sigh with satisfaction when her little slave's tongue cleaned it up.

***

The pretty bimbo girls were jumpy. They ran around squealing and giggling, their ripe bodies bouncing. There was always a hand touching, lips kissing. They hugged and complimented each other on the sexy outfits they were trying on. Some girls had their huge hairdos brushed and put up, others did each other's nails or finished their make-up. It was all so incredibly exciting, one big party before the party. Huge hoops were attached to ears, towering heels were tried on and changed again.

Little LolliNips turned left and right before the tall mirror. She tried to stuff her giant boobs inside an orange lycra top. Each touch made her squirm, her nipples seemed so very sensitive lately. She looked up and gave a huge smile to the platinum blonde bimbo who hugged her from behind, crushing her HH tits into the girl's back.

"Oooooh, mommy!" Lolli squealed. "I dunnoooóóó! Wha', wike, shoul' I wea' t'nigh? Pweashe he'p me, mommy Wizzhy!!" The blond bimbo kissed her daughter's neck. Then she lifted the bimbo's tits with her pink nailed hands. They'd felt so very honored when a limo had picked them up in Sunnydale with an invitation for this exciting party. And now they'd been through six outfits together. So many more to go!

"It looksh sho totawwy kewl on ya, baby. Mmmmmmm, good enuf to eeeeat!!" Both girls sank down in a fit of giggles.

***

Master X stared out of his ice-cold eyes. His bulging arms lay wrapped over the shoulders of his favorite bitches. On his left sat the pink haired former Willow, now his loyal sexretary with the apt name of KlittiR. She slowly licked his armpit and played with her aching, pierced clit. On the other side lay his former girlfriend Anya, now the firmly busted AnniWayuwannit. She moaned while kissing his huge erection.

As Xander he had never been a guy of many words, now he even used less. He had no need to, these delicious little creatures always understood his wishes. It seemed his forever erect, foot long cawck spoke eloquently for him. It erupted whenever he felt the urge, and as often as he wanted. It spewed buckets of cum, flooding every hole of every woman he craved. It painted their faces, plastered their hair and trickled down their cavernous cleavages.

His face held its abstract expression as his hand pushed down on the head of this Anni slut. It made her slide her engineered lips and throat over his wrist thick member. He groaned at the soft, disappointed sigh of the other slut. Then he smiled and shook her head in his mighty paw.

"So many cawcks to swallow tonight, ya stoopid cunt, so many cunts to eat; don' ya eva worry!" He laughed a mirthless laugh. His cock erupted once again, making the bimbo choke.

***

When the first sunlight peeped in, it found Buffy curled up like a child. She had a thumb in her mouth, her other hand dwelling between her thighs. She moaned and her body twitched in what must be a feverish dream.

A platinum blond girl opened the door carefully, trying not to make a sound. A soft giggle from behind her caused her to turn and press a pink nailed finger to the soft pillows of her lips. She ssshhhd to the blonde that followed her, who was just as generously bosomed; they could easily have been twins. One wore apple green lycra, the other pink, their tittie-cups were way past the EE-mark and their long legs ended in six-inch platform heels. The new sunlight made them shine, adding a soft halo to their silhouettes.

There is no morning sweeter than the mornings at BimboTech Incorporated, and there are no girls enjoying it more than the many lush little bimbos teetering around its halls and corridors. Who cared that they once were well-educated teachers at college? Or freshmen full of plans and ambition? They themselves in the very last place; they were happy now, happier than they'd ever been. They were exuberant little creatures that knew their place and felt secure with it. They were hot and excited from dawn to dusk, and especially after. Their wonderfully erect nipples and dripping pussies made them squeal at the slightest touch. The sight, or even just the dream of a male cock flushed them with waves of lust and satisfaction. The two blondes entering Buffy's room were just as sunny, sweet and social. The image of the curled-up girl stirred their caring nature.

"She'sh sho, wike, totawwy shweeeet!" the pink clad bimbo whispered. She shivered with the excitement of things to come.

"Ah yessssh," the other agreed. "Le'sh, wike, wake 'er up, yesh?" They tripped over on their clicking heels, swaying their tightly wrapped asses. The apple green girl caressed the sleeping girl's cheek. She cooed little wake up murmurs. Buffy started. Her eyes flew open and she sat erect. Then she pushed herself back into the wall, her eyes wide with panic.

Fear had entered the slayer's mind. It had settled there after all that happened to her, and after all the thoughts that had dripped into her mind while she slept. In the vague moments between sleep and consciousness she'd had no way to fight her weakness. But then her strength returned. Amazingly enough she found reserves to fight this lethargic, seductive sweetness that kept taking over her power and intelligence.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "What do you want?" The girls giggled. They pulled up their shoulders, making their generous titties bounce.

"We, ehm, jush', wike, came ta wake ya up, honni," the apple green blonde said with her ting-ling voice. "Jush' he'p ya git weady, ya kno', fo' yo' Biiiiig Day?" Buffy just stared. The girls giggled once more in helplessness.

"To get ya, wike, to showah, ya kno'," the other bimbo tried. "Showaaah..." Buffy shook the long, slack chains that were plugged into the wall. They also ran from her cuffs and the collar around her neck.

"Shower?" she asked. "So, you get these off of me?" The girls' fat pink lips formed little O's.

"Oh no, no' ush, shweetie," the pink one squealed. "Ya kno', you 's jush' too dan-g'woush." And they dissolved once more into a riot of giggles. At that moment the door opened wider. A huge gorilla of a man stepped inside, clad in a gray BTI Security uniform. Next to him, hardly reaching his shoulders, stood another blond bimbo. this one wrapped in tight black latex. She had a black leather fake police cap on her head and a long, supple nightstick in her manicured hands.

"Hoshe'r down, Bawney!" the once cop, now lustful fuck girl Cunt Lustly cried out. She rubbed the nightstick on her well-defined camel-toe crotch. A few seconds later the slow warm morning was shattered into a million icy pieces. The guard opened a huge hose to drown the chained girl in cascades of chilly water.

"Good shweet mornin', big shish," said the doll-like girl that had suddenly appeared in the door opening. "T'nigh', ya fank Dad-dy. He' make ya, wike, the happieshtesht bimbo evaaah!"

***

Tittiefuck walked into the vast hall, her crazily heeled feet finding a way through a sea of pillows. Their sweet pinks, creams and yellows contrasted nicely with the purple of her sandals. Tittiefuck might be dumb, but she knew how to decorate a room for the most amazing orgy of the century. From between her opulent lashes, she watched the circular theatre. Wide steps rose slowly to the round stage at the middle. A bright shining contraption stood there basking in silver spotlights. It looked like a throne. It was a triumph of technology styled in the feminine, flowing curves of Art Nouveau. There were fat pipes running from the ceiling into the chair. There were also big round clocks and intricate devices. And there was a multitude of metal straps.

Tittiefuck approached the chair, almost in awe. Her carefully manicured hands rested on the slopes of her huge tits, her wide hips slowly churning as she walked. She reached the throne and laid her fingertips on one of the armrests. A deep, silent hum oozed from the metal, invading her arm and making her spine crawl with pleasure. Tittiefuck moaned. She felt envious, knowing she would not be the one to sit in this chair of bliss, being watched by all her mashtas and sistas. She wouldn't be the one to enter a totally new world of absolute sexual euphoria. Tittiefuck felt her long nipples harden against her caressing hands as she fondled them through the tight silk of her top.

A long-forgotten memory entered her foggy mind, the memory of how she'd been born, how she'd opened her new eyes and seen. Never before that moment had her glorious skin taken in such ecstatic feelings. She remembered how she saw her new body for the first time, the incredible curves, the sweet slutty face, the enhanced fuck-lips. How she had arched and stretched on her six-inch heels. And how she had felt this deep need to satisfy and be satisfied. That need had never left her, she always felt it. Every scant thought she had always seemed wrapped in a sheet of lust, and always her mind was focused by arousal.

Her right hand slid down her silk wrapped body to find the damp center of her universe. Slowly she sank down on the metal throne and took out her huge tits to fondle them. She pulled up the tiny skirt and plunged two long nailed fingers into her screaming pussy. A tortured moan rang through the vast theatre. Then a soft applause echoed it and the lust ridden girl looked up with flushed embarrassment.

"Bravo, my sweet Tittiefuck," Fink said from the doorway, where he stood. "You did a great job and as a reward you may wrap those amazing lips around your Master's cock." The black woman tittered with joy. She minced over to the man in the doorway. There she slid to her knees and crawled the last feet to her Mashta. Her wowld wash puffec'.

One Last Little Detail to Be Looked After.

Fink closed his pants after Tittiefuck cleaned the last precious drops off his spent meat.

"Did you call this Lindsey guy from Wolfram & Hart's, stupid bimbo?" he said with a smile. The panting girl licked her fingers, then she put the amazing tits back into her stretched top. She nodded her curly head.

"Yesh, Mashta, he' be, wike, ova at onche."

Fink let his eyes roam the great hall once again. He approved of what he saw, the humming machine chair in the middle, the platforms at both sides of the circular room, the wide theatrical steps running up to the center. He liked the multitude of soft pillows and the stages at both sides that were still wrapped in darkness. It looked perfect. A polite cough at his shoulder made him turn. The young man looked flushed and disheveled, which was quite the natural appearance for any man at BimboTech's headquarters.

"Lindsey!" Fink cried, jovially. "Que la fête commence, n'est-ce pas and all that?" The young lawyer grinned. His eyes never left Tittiefuck's famous cleavage. "Let's first see to an old mutual friend, Lindsey," Fink went on. He led the young man along a corridor and down a staircase to a lower floor.

***

Lilah still dangled from the iron frame. Her waist was by now laced down to a tight 18 inches. Her long legs stood slightly spread in thigh high, tall heeled leather boots, deliciously pushing up her naked ass. Her eyes were closed, and on her face was a sight never seen before: she smiled. Lilah Morgan had smiled herself away into a pink, hazy world, a world she would not have known existed a few days ago. More than that: by now she was a very regular tourist of that wonderful country.

Fink walked up to her. She never noticed until he caressed her cheek. Her eyes flew open and the smile froze, then it disappeared.

"Well, hello, Ms. Morgan," Fink boomed cheerily. "How lovely you look today." Lilah's eyes spat fire by now. She hissed like a snake and tugged angrily at the chains that held her tied up. She looked back for her little servants, but they suddenly seemed all to have gone. "I'm proud to have found such a marvelous Mistress for my little bimbos, Ms. Morgan," Fink went on. He ran a rude finger down the woman's figure.

"DON't you fucking TOUCH me!" Lilah shrieked. Her voice could easily have cut glass. When she at last saw Lindsey McDonald, she almost exploded. "Remove the nincompoop!" she cried. "Get him out of my eyes!" Both men looked at each other and smiled, shrugging their shoulders in unison.

"Must be her period," Fink supposed. He softly chuckled. Then he turned his back to the fuming woman and asked Lindsey to take attention. "You see, Lindsey, never underestimate BimboTech Incorporated. So many did and lived to regret it. Most of them, though, are female, so, their regret always is mercifully short lived." He chuckled. Then he turned back to Lilah. He lifted her chin with his finger. She shook him off with frustration, but he just grabbed her and held her tight.

"Watch this, Lindsey," Fink said. "The wondrous powers of programmed passwords over the female mind." He stared the woman straight into her bloodshot eyes. "Master," he said, "Masterrrrr". He repeated the word in an almost dreamy fashion. First nothing seemed to happen. Then the woman's eyes widened. The lashes stopped blinking. The white of her eyes encircled the irises. A slow moan escaped her throat. Fink nodded at the young man and Lindsey reached to undo the chains that held the stunned woman up. She groaned, then she fell into Finks arms.

"I suppose she is all yours, dear Lindsey," Fink grinned. He watched the young man undo the zipper of his slacks and whip out an erect cock. Fink leaned into Lilah and whispered to her.

"How's my sweet little bimbo now? Wow, she must love my password; she must be soooo horny. She so needs to have her gaping holes filled, no? Oh, yesss, I bet she does." Lilah moaned and saliva drooled out of her weak open mouth. She not even blinked when Lindsey ran his cock into her cunt with one forceful thrust. "Oh dear," Fink said. "You must have been very wet already." Then he pushed two hard fingers into her mouth. "Isn't it a pity that this hole is so very empty?" he went on. "Let me see what can be done, darling".

He opened his trousers with one free hand, letting his recently spent cock fall out. Then he got a small blue can from his pocket and inhaled a blast of blue smoke. The cock rose at once, rapidly swelling to an impressive girth. Lilah's eyes blazed with sudden, incredible hunger. A minute later both men were fucking the once Ice Queen in her mouth and cunt; soon she fucked them back. Muffled sounds of lustful squeals left her abused throat. She stood on high straight legs; her ass held up by her young lover. Her pointy tits by now hung out of their tiny leather balconies, dancing merrily with the thorough fucking she received. Then, as Fink felt his explosion announce itself, he raised his eyebrows in a question for his busy companion. The young man nodded.

"Mistress!" Fink gasped. "Mistresss!" The word hung in the air for a second. Then he pulled his fat cock with a plop from Lilah's mouth, and three things happened at once. Lilah's face changed to that of Hell's fury and she screamed:

"WHAATT??"

Finks cock erupted. It painted fat white ropes on the woman's stunned face. Then her bowels filled with the seething seed of Lindsey McDonald, the man who betrayed her. Lilah fell to her knees. Fink grabbed her hands and cuffed them behind her back. Then he pulled her up and chained her to the upright pole of the iron frame.

"Sweet Lilah," he said, his face close to her smeared, panting features. "How wonderful it is to see such a splendidly perfect dominatrix change with only the use of two very simple little words." He grinned. "And you look so fine; I guess you're now in excellent shape to meet the little vampire slayer and watch her become mine. Mine, Ms. Morgan, not yours... all mine." He cleaned his dripping cock and soiled fingers on her thighs and started for the door. There he turned once more before he left and said: "You look lovely, Lilah. See you later."