Wie Totawwy Bimbo!

Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Thirteen.

Admiring Another Work of Art.

The pink haired woman lay on the tiled floor. She'd fallen forward on the large tits she now crushed with her body, never hearing the distinct plop! as the huge pole of flesh left her yawning ass hole. The only thing she heard was the buzz inside her skull. A pale trickle of sperm oozed from the orifice between her round and swollen cheeks, being pushed out by the constant constrictions of her well-fucked ass. A sheen of sweat covered her body, from her throat a low-pitched gurgling rose.

A slim, chocolate colored foot in transparent, high-heeled sandals kicked the fallen woman in her thighs. The foot had pink painted nails. It belonged to a dark and stunningly built woman called Tittiefuck for as long she could remember, which was not very long indeed.

"Ge' up, shlut! Sho mush ta do!" she lisped as she chuckled, kicking the girl again. "Le'sh, wike, dwessh ya wike a puffect bimbo shexwetawy shlut. C'mon, honni, git!" Again, she kicked her foot into the creamy, home grown flesh. The two women were the only ones left in the room; the machine that had spawned the pink haired bimbo stood silently at its center. All the scientists, assistants, sexy nurses and giggling bimbos had left. So had Fink and the huge brute with the awesome cock.

The girl who had no need to know that she once was the daunting witch Willow Rossenberg, groaned and tried to rise. She had no idea where she was or why; she also had no idea how long she'd been lying naked on this floor. Or why. To be precise: she had no idea about anything anymore, and there was no wish whatever inside her to know. Her ass burned like hell, though. She had problems walking. The chocolate-colored bimbo with the giant afro hairstyle and an equally huge rack packed in shining lycra, pushed the pink bimbo to the door, then led her through another. Fat globs of semen dribbled down the insides of the pink girl's thighs.

***

The room was high and light. All around the walls were giant mirrors, reflecting two stunning girls. Their images bounced from one mirror to the other, showing their bodies from all sides, repeated manifold: a sweet black and white couple. They could all day have watched the glorious ebony of Tittiefuck and the pale, freshly showered cream of the new, dedicated shexretary, but the dark bimbo broke the spell with a giggle. She hugged the pink haired woman, crushing her voluptuous flesh into hers.

"Now, le'sh, wike, shee how we wwap up dish shweet shexhy package," she piped. "Bwack tight watex, oooooooh yeah! Bwack shiny watex wooksh shoooo totawwy cute on ya, honey!" She walked over to one of the wardrobe closets, making her round ass swing on seven-inch sandals. She returned with only a handful of black and pink, slick material. Picking up a container, she powdered the inside of the latex, before sliding a flimsy top over the riot of pink hair. Then she stretched it over the billowing mass of white titflesh. It took her a while until at last the tight rubber snapped over the huge balloons, making the girl gasp. Tittiefuck turned the ex-witch under the glaring lights, their bright highlights slithering over the crazy curves, accentuating her swollen nipples below the latex, and the rings through them.

"Mmmmmmm..., " the black bimbo crooned. "Now shtep into yo' pwetty shkiwt, honey." She made the white girl wiggle into the smallest pink skirt she had ever worn. It looked painted on her wide hips and it hardly covered her shaven mound with the pierced clit that stood out proudly. Tittiefuck reached down, bending at her hips. She rolled two black latex stockings up the white bimbo's calves until they covered her legs halfway up her thighs. At last, she added cute pink six-inch heeled ankle boots.

Lost in admiration they watched themselves in the mirrors, inhaling the mixture of sweet powder and the rubbery scent of latex, forever addicted. Both girls fell into each other's arms and dissolved in a storm of giggles.

***

Two men in business suits stood behind one of the tall mirrors, watching the hugging sluts. Fink smirked as he saw the other man's pants tighten at the center, an altogether usual sight at BimboTech Inc.

"Lindsey," he said. "I gather you're quite satisfied with how things developed?" The other man grunted. "Don't you feel the power?" Fink continued. He rubbed his own swelling cock through the expensive material of his trousers. "Watch that girl in her silly outfit. Once she was your formidable adversary. We reduced a dangerous witch to a giggling bimbo. That accounts for something, my dear! By the way, Lindsey, what did you do with her magic after you stole it?" The young man wrestled his eyes away from the sight and smiled.

"I offered it to the powers that be inside the firm," Lindsey McDonald said with a little waver in his voice. "They turned it into black magic and will know how to use it. They also are very thankful for it." Fink shrugged. Thankful was a word he liked, when pronounced by someone else.

"Let's go and watch what I got in return for the favor," he said. He steered the young man away from the delicious sight of the two bimbos, who were by now running their well-nailed talons over each other's incredible bodies.

"By the way," the young man said before they left. "What are your plans with the witch Willow?" Fink stopped and smiled wide.

"The EX-witch, my dear," he said. "As of today, her name is KlittiR for obvious reasons. She'll be the indispensable, though slightly dimwitted, sexretary of my new right hand, X. He is a rather practical man, you know; he will be running our new San Francisco branch. Oh my, will she be devoted to him!" Both men chuckled, closing the door behind them.

Mr. Fink Rewards a New Friend.

Fink paced up and down his spacious penthouse office, ignoring the incredible view of Los Angeles at night. His mind was elsewhere, and for once it wasn't filled with worries. Fink was a happy man for the first time in weeks. BimboTech had made him a wealthy man, a powerful man, too, but there had always been the nagging little irritation at the back of his skull that he was not an independent man. There was always Wolfram and Hart, the damn demon lawyers. They kept reminding him that they could break him with the snap of a finger.

Fink owed them big time. They had helped him set up, here in L.A. They invested the staggering amounts he needed to develop this unique place. The machines, the research, the laboratories and the scientists had cost a fortune, but most of all Wolfram and Hart had kept curious eyes away from him. They'd made court orders disappear into thin air; they'd kept him out of jail. At last, though, they'd decided to cash in on it. They wanted to make him pay for all he owed them. They'd "asked" him to destroy their enemy. He had obliged, what else could he do? Finally, he'd even found pleasure in doing the job. He destroyed this bunch of witches and slayers and whatever. Doing it, he'd been able to use all kinds of new ideas to turn them into delicious, stupid slut bimbos. Most of all it had helped him fulfill his longstanding Lolita-slave doll dream.

To top it off, in the end he'd found a way to keep all the results of this hard work to himself. All of them? Fink stared out of the picture window, seeing nothing, but he smiled. Wolfram and Hart were powerful enough to crush him. He'd found a way to disarm them, though. He really had. He'd found new allies. Together they would pay the damn lawyer-women back for the way they'd humiliated him in his own kingdom. Goddammit: women!! They'd sent this godawful witch Lilah Morgan to get him on his knees and do her bidding. He'd played along, he had obliged to every tiny detail they'd asked of him. But then, he had done a bit more... At last, his eyes focused. He saw the man reflected in the dark window. He turned and smiled.

"Lindsey, what was I thinking? Such a bad host, shall I pour you a drink?" The young man had dark spiky hair and ice blue eyes. His face was pale, his mouth smiled but it lacked humor. He wore a black leather jacket.

"Thanks, but no thanks, Fink," he said. Then he pushed himself off the pillar he had been leaning against. Fink thought better not to take a drink himself, even though he already had the bottle with the expensive malt whisky in his hand. The sigh of an automatic slide door saved the awkward moment. A naked girl knelt at the entrance, only wearing a pink, silk collar around her throat. Both men's eyes immediately sank lower to her sweet round tits, so way out of proportion on her slender torso. She pushed them out proudly as she arched her back and clasped her hands in her neck. Her knees were apart, so they could see her shaven cunt. Her pale porcelain skin shone with a layer of oil. Fink smiled.

"May I introduce my sweet little slave-doll girl, Lindsey? Once she used to listen to the name Dawn Summers, being the baby sister of a notorious vampire slayer. Now she is my very own DolliBabe. Aren't you, honey?" Fink asked. He walked over to the kneeling girl, tweaking one of the prominent nipples. She squealed with a silvery voice, and blushed. Her eyes were down.

"Yesh, Dad-dy," she lisped. "DowwiBabe 'sh, wike, aww you'sh, Dad-dy."

The young man tried to hold on to his cool, indifferent air, but his eyes roamed the body of the platinum blonde. Fink chuckled to himself.

"Say hello to Master Lindsey, darling," Fink said. "And please make it the "hello" I taught you." The girl's eyes started to sparkle.

"Hewwo, Mashta Winshey," she lisped through her pink fat lips. Sinking to her hands and knees, she crawled over to the young man, liquid lights painting the glorious curves of her ass. With quick fingers she opened Lindsey's belt and fly. His trousers fell down, but even before they hit the floor, the girl had taken his half hard cock out of his boxer shorts. Dolli hummed happily at its size, and before anyone could say anything, she swallowed the meat and ushered it down her creamy throat.

Once again Fink admired the wonderful talents he had endowed his little slut with. He watched how she knelt in front of the man he'd pointed out for her to suck. In a flash she produced his swelling cock and swallowed it down her throat. He watched how her pink enhanced lips stretched around the hardening meat. His own cock stirred from hearing the wet sloppy sounds, feeling it getting hard from the muffled moans she tried to wring past his massive erection.

"Is she any good?" he asked off-handedly to Lindsey McDonald, his guest from Wolfram and Hart. The young man didn't answer, the wide grin on his face told enough. "I thought so," Fink said. He went behind the kneeling girl and held the firm globes of her ass. Then he opened his zipper and pulled out his quickly swelling cock. He made her stand, so her asshole was at a convenient level. She never lost the young man's cock. Fink slid the head of his cock through the slickness of her oiled crack. It made her moan just a bit louder.

"You know, Lindsey," he said, as he pushed against the slut's sphincter. "I'm glad I can thank you in this small way for your great help. Of course, it won't be enough by far, but regard it as a first down-payment." By now Dolli had devoured all of the young man's cock, pushing her dainty nose into his pubic hair. Fink had spread her cheeks and made the head of his throbbing penis enter her bowels. Once again, he admired her tight hotness, complimenting himself on the job his company had done to the sweet little teenager.

"Isn't it amazing, dear Lindsey, how easy it was to turn the bitch Lilah around?" The young man hummed his affirmation. He kept his eyes shut and started fucking the incredible mouth that held him, a hot flash hitting his guts each time the head of his cock slid through the narrow entrance to her throat. Fink was halfway into the bimbo doll's asshole now. Tight muscles rippled along his penetrating meat; they made him almost swoon with excitement. "Not long now, Lindsey," Fink went on. "Ever since you assured me you would cover me inside the law firm, we have been working on her. The bitch is almost there; isn't it just great? She has no idea whatsoever. She still thinks she is the high and mighty Ice Queen Morgan."

Fink chuckled. He plunged his last few inches in, making his thighs slap against the girl's creamy backside. Dolli grunted, but she never lost the rhythm of her sucking. "You see, Lindsey, she is one of the very rare women who can't be bimbofied; we just never seem to be able to reduce her intelligence. We drugged her and tried, to no avail. From another case, though, we know that we can turn her around. We can focus her sharp brain on a wonderfully useful obsession, and nothing else."

The young man seemed to have floated into an entirely different dimension. His face was by now contorted with bliss. Fink doubted if he heard what he said. He himself had now started to fuck his great doll's ass in earnest. He guided the speed of Dolli's sucking with the thrust of his penis. Slowly they became an oiled six-legged sex machine; wet and passionate sounds adorned their exertions.

"Dammit, Lindsey!" Fink yelled out of breath. "I promise you we'll fuck the damned bitch before the week is out!" Both men now worked themselves into a frenzy, ravaging the delighted girl between them. They made her come and come in an endless repetition of orgasms; her juices and saliva poured from her openings. It made the hard cocks slip and splash inside her.

Lindsey was the first to come. He screamed and his whole body tightened. Then he let go. Not one drop of his copious gift ever left the bimbo's greedy mouth. Fink was right on his heels, spurting his boiling sperm straight up the slut's colon. Dolli had already fainted by then; the incessant orgasms had cross-wired her poor empty brain. Even being out she kept twitching and spasming, hanging spitted like a roasting piglet on the two cocks. Fink let her slip from his softening prick. She also let go of the young man's cock. Then she sank into a pink heap of shivering convulsions. Fink gasped and panted. He laid a hand on the young man's shoulder.

"Lindsey," he gasped. "Never let a woman tell you what to do. Never..." Then he stumbled to the wet bar and poured two stiff whiskies.

The Coming Out of a New Mistress.

Did Lilah Morgan feel the difference? Not really. For her there was no reason to feel changed; she was the super bitch she always had been, the cruel, savage, calculating creature that made innocent bystanders count their fingers after shaking her hand. The only difference was that she felt so very much better about it. Lilah Morgan knew that she felt ecstatic. Her skin glowed and her brain hummed as though it were filled with a million bees. Like before, she felt dominant, self-assured and incredibly superior. Everybody groveled, everybody hastened to do her bidding. What she didn't know was that the center of this supreme consciousness had traveled from her ice-cold brain down to her steaming cunt. It showed in her eyes; they were dark but sparkling with a light from within. It also showed in her voice; it had dropped a full octave. Words by now left her lips in a veil of breathy throatiness.

In one word, Lilah felt happy. She hardly knew the word existed, but she now felt its meaning. She was on top of a world that was new to her, at the same time understanding that it had always been hers. Her world for the taking, to be correct, hers by right. It was a world of huge, vacant blue, brown and hazel eyes that looked up at her in awe. A world of giggling airheads with incredible cow-tits; girls who revered her, cringed in front of her, pushing each other aside to have the privilege of kissing her boots, her legs, her ass.

Lilah looked at herself, her chest rising in excitement. The black rubber seemed to have been painted on her now tight and glowing body. It cupped her titties, small and severe as ever, but now they were pushed up and together, creating a nice enough cleavage. The rubber was strengthened with metallic bones to grip her ribs and belly with the gentle fist of a giant, making her stand tall and proud. There were also sets of rings in the rubber that circled her tits to make them point out sharply.

Her crotch was just barely covered by a rubber thong. Inside were also thin metal bones to mold her cunt lips into a puffy appearance. Her upper thighs showed the bare whiteness of her flesh before black nylon stockings hugged them, stretching all the way down to her tightly laced boots. The six-inch heels made her legs feel glorious, giving her the stance of a very superior woman.

The most intriguing part of her outfit was the silver skullcap. It covered the complete top of her head and even her eyes. There it formed a metal mask around her sparkling orbs. On top of the cap a horsetail sprouted from a hole at the center. It added more inches to her imposing height. Lilah Morgan hummed and smiled at her reflection. As she turned, gleaming lights dripped down the black rubber outfit, sexily fingering her shining curves.

"Let's get to this damn Fink," she breathed and stepped out of the elevator.

***

Fink had poured himself another drink. Now he lounged in his leather club chair, sipping it. Smiling, he watched the young man on the couch. The guy had his cock out and got it wrapped by a set of fat pink lips, once again the glorious lips of the doll that forever forgot she'd been Dawn Summers. Fink savored the relaxed atmosphere of tingling ice cubes and sweet little suckling noises sustained by soft music. It was suddenly interrupted by the sound of sliding doors.

Fink looked over his shoulder and saw the towering black figure of Lilah Morgan enter, her metal heels ringing on his expensive Italian marble. Fink rose in mock reverence, reaching out to get Lilah's gloved hand and kissing it. She seemed not in the mood. Her eyes flashed as she took in Lindsey McDonald and the bobbing head of the platinum haired Lolita doll between his thighs. Fink smiled, being the gentleman he never was.

"Welcome, Mistress Lilah," he said smoothly. "I gather I don't really have to introduce Lindsey McDonald to you?" Lilah just grunted, putting her sharp nose into the air. Fink gestured towards the bar, asking if he could pour her a drink. She never responded. She just spat out:

"Get the slime ball out of here". Her voice hissed with venom. She stood with spread legs; her rubber clad arms folded below her tits. Fink looked at Lindsey with raised eyebrows. The young man smiled and put down his empty glass. Then he pushed away the platinum head, producing a distinct "plop" when the tight lips left his swollen meat. He closed his trousers and rose to leave, smiling when he passed Lilah Morgan. She just hissed, then turned away from him.

"Fink!" she said, after the guy left.

"My dearest?" Fink answered, nursing his tumbler.

"Get to your knees, worm!" Fink looked at her. His face showed an unfathomable expression. Then he sank to one knee, hiding a grin. He also hid s small device in the palm of his hand.

"Both!" she said, and he obliged. He now fully knelt in front of her, his thumb hitting a button on the hidden device. "Explain your ridiculously poor performance to me, asshole!" the agitated woman went on, glaring down at him. She enjoyed this; her cunt tingled within the confines of her rubber thong. Fink looked meekly down at her well-heeled feet. He pushed the button again.

"I'm very sorry to have been so inadequate, Mistress," he answered. He put a small whine in his voice that he hoped was not too much, but it seemed he could not overdo it with this woman. "I have tried to comply with all your wishes, but alas, Mistress. It seems I'm just human after all." Lilah hissed. Then she slapped her own thigh impatiently. The cracking sound sent a wave of excitement through her body. At the couch, DolliBabe opened an exhausted eye, wondering what happened.