Wike Totawwy Bimbo Pt 15

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.

***

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.

They were all having sex, kissing men and women. They were on their elbows, presenting their round high asses to businessmen or uniformed guards or even both of them at once. Some of them were in a frantic 69 with other girls. There were even a few fucking themselves with huge, colored dildos. The hall was filled with their moaning and the grunting of their lovers. She heard the sounds of fat shining lips sucking cocks; she heard the wet pumping of cunts and asses.

Buffy's head spun. What she saw was so incredible that her mind didn't even try to fight its strangeness. On the contrary, the overwhelming "normalcy" of what she saw, made her accept it without a question. These were very, very sexy girls, and wasn't it quite normal that sexy girls should have all the sex they could get? Once this thought struck her as normal, she sighed and relaxed. Nothing was wrong, all was as it should be. Her nipples twitched; her cunt started to flow. Buffy moaned softly. She felt very, very excited. Then a disturbance caught her eye. Things seemed to be happening at the entrance, straight in front of her. The bimbos and their lovers let go of each other, they scurried aside. A hush sank over the scene, heads turned to the entrance. Room was made.

Fink looked impeccable. He wore an expensive dark suit over a brilliantly white shirt. Buffy knew she should hate the man; he was the cause of all that had happened to her and her friends. Friends? Oh yes, there had been friends... where were they now? Her eyes once more scanned the room as far as they could. Tits, asses, pink flesh, bare cunts... clouds of hair, slutty faces. Where were her friends? Her eyes returned to the man, it felt as if they had to. Why would that be if she hated him? Did she hate him enough? She searched her mind, but there were no great emotions concerning the man. An itch, yes, a far echo of unease, maybe a notion that she should at least dislike him. But hate?

Buffy squirmed in her chair. She felt embarrassed for wanting to hate Fink. By now he had reached an elevated platform right in front of her. His smile made her nipples harden. She felt a blush. Then she saw the china doll that knelt at the man's feet. She hugged Fink's leg and looked up to him with ecstasy. Her hair was a shock of platinum, her round, white tits pressed into the man's legs, her knees were casually spread to show the bare slit of her swollen cunt. There was a pink collar around her throat.

"Dawn," Buffy exclaimed. A new flash of arousal shook her body. She moaned.

"Tsk, tsk," Fink said. He reached down and touched Dawn's cheek. It made the girl shudder with the impact. "She is Dolli now, honey. My Dolli. Say hi to Buffy, DolliBabe." Buffy's onetime sister raised a hand and made her fingers wave. "Hewwo shish," her lisping tinkle bell little voice said. "Dowwi ish, wike, shoooo totawwy happy fo' ya." She giggled; it made her round melons bounce. Fink rose to his tiptoes, then balanced back.

"Dear guests," he said, looking around. "Dear guests and friends. And of course, my sweet, lovely bimbos..." A sigh ran through the hall. "This is such a big day for all of us. The day BimboTech joins with the illustrious firm of Wolfram & Hart. (Welcome gentlemen, ladies.) And what a joining it is!" The lawyers took their hands from the girls they were so busy feeling up and clapped them. They laughed at Fink's little joke.

"Dolli, darling," Fink went on. "Please girly, show your sweet bimbo sisters how to appreciate all the lovely cocks hidden inside so many expensive pants." Dolli giggled, looking up. Her empty brain had a hard time understanding. So, Fink pointed at his fly, nodding his head. The doll guffawed and blushed, then she quickly pulled the zipper down and took out Fink's half erect member. From all around them came a deep multi-voiced sigh. Rapid fingers went to work. Soon there was a wild sucking and head bobbing going on in the entire hall.

A Little Journey Through Heaven.

Fink looked around, feeling ten feet tall. The hall teemed with all he had been working for so hard, all he had schemed for and cheated for. The fat round asses, the huge tits, the sweet curvy bodies. The inane giggles, the empty eyes. It was womanhood as it should be, down on its knees, greedy lips around pulsating cocks. His own cock twitched inside the hot tight cavern of his special slut doll. A rush of power shook him; he knew she was the sister of a mighty vampire slayer and she was his, as would be the slayer herself, soon. He didn't care about vampires or magic, but she was the key to something he cared about a lot: his freedom. It felt so good. He grabbed the soft silver-white hair and pulled the girl's face into his belly. She never gagged. She happily moaned around his flesh.

On the other side of the room Fink saw the former Xander on his throne, his two sluts fighting for his huge erection. One was his one-time timid girlfriend Anya, now the lovely airhead AnniWayuwannit. She crushed her new tits into his muscled thigh to reach his balls so she might suck on them. The other was the pink haired former lesbian witch Willow. Where was her power now, if not in her throat trying to swallow her Master's swollen cock head?

Ah, Fink's pride was justified. His eyes strayed to the naked sluts dancing on the stage where they threw their hot bodies around the poles. Yes, he had set a totally new standard for strippers, hookers and porn stars in this country. He took in the sensational BounciBounce. She was a former scientist, now a naked dance-slut rubbing her slick cunt up and down the brass pole. She panted as she hung upside down, her crazy tits engulfing her face.

Fink also saw Dawn's friend from Sunnydale, what's her name again? She was tongue-fucking her own bimbofied mother in a frantic sixty-nine. He could almost hear them slurp and giggle across the room. He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling his doll's tongue tickle his cock-slit. He remembered how only a few days back she and others had visited BimboTech on a college tour. They'd been so innocent and giddy. Ah well, they still were, weren't they? But very much improved.

He saw TrippiliKlit, by now the porn-fans' wet dream. She got her cunt doggy-fucked by a guard, while taking a lawyer's cock past the entrance of her throat. In there a second clit screamed for release. A third one was right now being stimulated by the guard's stubby finger poking her tight, deep asshole. Fink saw her start coming and knew she would be for a while. Yes, he grinned, triple clit-orgasms would soon be the trend, and BimboTech the only place to get it.

His world was just about perfect, for over there, at the very center of the room was his main prize: Buffy, the vampire slayer. The damn lawyer demons of Wolfram & Hart thought they could use him. Well, he used them! It had been his very pleasure to catch all these damn slayers and do-gooders and turn them into his personal slaves. They thought these glorified sluts would be theirs, but he knew better. No one tricks Fink!

He watched the leather-bound girl squirming on the throne-machine. He knew how she fought with her muddy brain right now. She must be wondering why she felt so fuzzy, so horny, so out of control at the center of this incredible orgy. She surely wondered where her powers went, but most of all, why she secretly yearned to feel what all these wonderful women around her felt. Yet, deep inside her would be this tiny voice screaming and screaming to warn her.

Too late, Fink grinned to himself. Soon, little honey, he thought, soon Fink will liberate you and turn you into yet another of my famous happy bimbos. Maybe even the best and most co-operative ever. First things first, though... He groaned and a formidable rush of cum hurled down the chute of his Dolli's deep, deep throat. Oh, God, was this good. Would he ever tire of this?

***

Little sweet DolliBabe was in heaven. Just to kneel before Daddy was enough for her. She hugged his legs, kneaded his mighty balls and inhaled his throbbing cock. He was her universe, her one and only reason to be. She took his hard flesh down her tongue and into the tight gate of her throat. Looking up with her wide new eyes to see his strong face, she heard his powerful words. Not that she understood much of what he said, but that was unimportant; she heard his voice and felt it vibrate through his swollen member. It made her body sing. It made her voice sing too, humming around the cawk as she licked it and sucked on it. She tickled his delicious crown and his pulsating shaft; she felt his sperm-filled balls churning in their sac as she made them roll with her fingertips.

"Cum inshide yo' doww," she thought, even lisping in her mind. "Fiww ma fwoat, shweet Dad-dy, make ma noo hawt wipsh shine wi' yo' shpunk. Lemme feew de goo shplatta on ma wuv'wy, wuv'wy boobiesh. Cum, shweet Dad-dy-dy an' make yo' li'w doww de happieshtesht bimbo in yo' wowd." The former Dawn Summers pushed her china doll face into her Daddy's coarse pubic hair and came with him. Her hot juices squirted all over her shivering thighs.

***

Fink opened his eyes. He smiled down, watching his sex slave clean his dripping flesh. He patted her head, she sighed and clung to his legs. Then Fink raised both hands and started his well-rehearsed speech.