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.
