Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Fifteen.
"Que la Fête Commence!"
Conversation stopped; soft music started to fill the hall. Men and women in business suits looked up from their cocktail glasses, and from the ample cleavages and asses of the girls serving them. They were associates and employees of Wolfram and Hart, the famous lawyers' firm with its intriguing and dark reputation. Over this last half hour, they'd wondered why they had been invited, and how they could be involved in this curious BimboTech Inc. They'd looked amazed at the many outrageously clad and curved women that seemed to roam each and every hall and corridor. Of course, they knew that Lilah Morgan and Eve had been involved over the last months, but even in the secretive traditions of their firm it had been an extremely hush-hush operation.
So now they stood here in a vast circular room that filled up with weak and beguiling music. There were long drawn sensuous glissandos, sighing breaths, even silvery giggles and high-pitched titters. Under it all was the muffled rhythm of a heartbeat. It might remind some of the guests of a porno soundtrack.
Colored lights started to flash around the hall. Then the faint sound of many clicking heels could be heard. All heads turned to its source. A gasp filled the hall. Dozens upon dozens of women entered. Women? Many of the visitors, especially female, would surely call them sluts, tramps and most of all bimbos. They looked with raised eyebrows at their insane curves and scanty outfits; their make-up and outrageous hairdos made them comment with shocked irony. Oblivious of this, the bimbos began to giggle and primp themselves when they saw the partygoers. They pursed their collagen filled lips and struck agitated poses; they also bent over so anyone could see their bountiful cleavages, while they shamelessly shook their well-padded asses.
It seemed as if all of BimboTech had been emptied. Every bimbo that recently had been created was here. A few even had been called back for the occasion, like LolliNips and her slutty mom.
Lolli looked around for her sexy friend, the former Dawn; she couldn't find her. Her attention was soon diverted, though, when her mommy guided her over to a receptive young lawyer. She giggled as her bimbo daughter pulled the man in by his necktie. After only the blink of an eye, he began to kiss the girl, and soon his greedy hands ran all over her half-naked body. Lolli squealed when she felt his hard erection. The former Mrs. Penshaw might have looked on longer, she might even have joined them. As bimbos go, however, she soon got distracted. A twenty-something lawyer cupped her tits from behind. She wiggled her bubble ass into his crotch, feeling his growing hardness. Then she let the lust overtake her.
A group of busty sluts skipped over to a row of stripper poles, where they began to gyrate to the suddenly up-beat music. BounciBounce was their leader. She immediately put her new body on display as she wrapped her long legs around the pole and spun around. Her burgundy hair flung everywhere. She could tell that all eyes were on her, but it didn't matter. She only danced for TrippiliKlit. Her roaming eyes found her, and a sexy smile spread over her face. Her lover was lying on a huge, round bed on the other stage, across the room. She had her tongue buried deep in an unknown slut's cunt, locked in a wanton sixty-nine position.
Bounci shook her ass playfully at her porn star girlfriend. She'd been delighted when Trippili had told her that she would let her co-star in her first video. The two had spent the whole night fucking one another. Bounci let out a yelp as she pulled apart the thin fabric of her gown and stood in all her naked glory.
The Wolfram and Hart employees were getting into the 'entertainment', some literally. Then a new figure appeared at the main entrance to the ballroom; a seven feet hulk of a man walked in. He held twin leashes in his hands and gave them a rough jerk. KlittiR and AnniWayuwannit stumbled in on their towering pumps. One would never have known now that the pink haired slut was once a smart witch, or that the other bimbo used to be a feared Vengeance demon. They were nothing but horny sluts, doing anything to have their holes filled, and they were never happier.
KlittiR wore tight black, shiny, shorts that seemed etched on her round, sweet ass. Her tits were hardly covered by a bikini top of the same satin. Anni, on the other hand, wore a white mini dress. Although it covered more skin than KlittiR's outfit, it wasn't by much. In a perverse way, the two looked like twin sisters.
Master X walked over to some of the Wolfram and Hart visitors. He introduced himself and informed them of his new position as the head of BimboTech San Francisco. All the while, the rest of the room degenerated into a frenzy of sex and sin and air-headed giggling.
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Buffy's mind swam. Her ankles wobbled as she tried to walk. Her heels must be at least six inches, her platform soles at least two. The shackles and chains clinked and clanked as she walked, but their sounds seemed to drown in a constant buzz. It plugged her ears like cotton wool.
After the hosing down they'd dried her with fat fluffy towels, making her skin glow. They also had massaged her with creams and oils, before shaving her legs and giving her pussy the shocking baldness of a baby girl's. Her face had been made up with loads of powder, gloss and eye shadow. They'd colored her nipples, the inner lips of her vagina and even the round sphincter of her tight asshole; the touching there made her flush with embarrassment. Her hair was done up to leave her neck free, her nails were painted, and she'd been sprayed with clouds of perfume.
Then the busy little bimbos had fallen away and this incredibly huge titted Asian woman sashayed towards her. She held up a bunch of intricate leather straps that she sank over Buffy's head. It fell over her upper body, the cool leather tickling her skin and nipples. Buffy had moaned a little when many hands started to tighten in the straps. They nipped in her waist, hugged her hips and pushed up her modest tits, but they left her bare pussy free, as well as her ass. The many straps ran on down her thighs and calves. She was laced in from throat to ankles. Even her arms were nicely strapped. The Asian bimbo turned her left and right. She chuckled with approval.
"Mmmmm," she cooed. "Sush a totawwy wuv'wy shight, dahwin'." Then she took a piece of leather that looked like a mini corset. She tied it around Buffy's neck, forcing her to hold up her head as it ran from her clavicles up to her chin. Her hands had been cuffed and tied behind her back, even her elbows were tied. This made her stand very straight, pushing out whatever tits she had, and it made walking rather precarious, especially on the insane footwear she wore; more so because she'd been blindfolded.
Her head was filled with insecurities. Hands guided her; the giggling of excited voices was all around her. Doors sighed open, fresh breezes licked at her exposed skin, making her tremble with delicious sensations. She knew she ought to be embarrassed; she should be ashamed to be exposed like this, that she was outfitted like this and shown around. All those feelings seemed to be numbed down, though. The only thing she felt was arousal. The smell of the perfume added to it. The shaving and painting of her cunt lips had almost pushed her over the edge, the constant giggling made her want to join in, be one of them. The constant touching, the repeated caressing of flesh, the contact with huge soft tits and ample asses, it all made her sink deeper into a desperate arousal. It became impossible for Buffy to climb out of her feelings; impossible to look over the sweet pink wall and see what really happened.
Her ears got very good at guessing where she was. By the time they'd taken more corridors and even an elevator, she could very well "read" her environment. Right now, her skin could guess they'd entered a huge room or hall. There was sensuous music; the buzzing of many voices flooded her like a surf. Suddenly all those voices went silent. She only heard small gasps. Then a swelling applause rose from the darkness, making her suddenly feel all warm and grateful. The sound washed over her.
Of course, the Buffy inside knew it was all crazy, but the drugged and brainwashed Buffy felt giddy and excited about the welcoming ovation. Helpful hands guided her forward. The appreciative applause and even catcalls kept coming. Soft whispers told her to mind steps; a few times she stumbled. Quick warm hands saved her, but at last they told her to stop and turn around. The ovation was at its top now and laced with whistles and the calling of her name. Her mouth formed a smile, the glossy red lips started to curl; she had no way to prevent it. She felt the cuffs being opened, allowing her arms to fall free. Then she was pushed down to sit. A cool, slick surface met her naked ass. She shivered.
Her arms and legs were clasped to other metal surfaces. At last, she felt herself sit up very straight. She was encased in something that seemed like a huge chair. Then the darkness was lifted from her eyes. She gasped. A glaring whiteness blinded Buffy, a gush of light penetrating her eyes when the blindfold was taken off. She blinked with her fat mascara laden lashes. A small tear brimmed. Then she saw, and once more she gasped. Around her was a huge hall. The floor was made of gradually spreading steps. They ran down from her elevated position and formed a complete circle around her, she guessed. She could not be sure. Her head was held as if by a firm fist; she could hardly turn it, but what she saw was enough. Each wide step was strewn with colorful pillows. On the pillows were girls. Blond girls, platinum girls, red heads and brunettes, but also alien colors like pink and blue. There were black girls and white, Asian and Latino. They were naked or almost naked, and each had incredible proportions.
Huge tits they had. Some of them spilled from tight bras and corsets, or were hardly contained by pink, gold and sky-blue tube tops. Some just dangled free or were sucked and fondled. There were pale blondes in shining lycra. There were butterscotch girls in white leather bikinis, Latino brunettes with ballooning asses. And there were petite Asian girls with the sinuous bodies of their race, but each and every one was crowned with enormous tits.
