Spanking the Bitchy Bimbo Slave
Harry Nelson
WARNING: Theft of Bimbo!
"Fuck," I growled as a GPS map popped up showing the location of my bimbo being kidnapped. It had to be Veronica, my bimbo-nurse. Some asshole guy was trying to steal her.
She was mine!
I jumped out of the van and ran down the street. The house was just a few up there. My bimbos cried behind me. I ignored them as I reached the house. I didn't care that was I getting out of breath. That was
my
bimbo that fucker was trying to steal.
I didn't care how rich he was. I wouldn't put with it.
I ran to a large house. Lights glowed from the large living room windows to the right of the door. I reached for it and grabbed at the knob. It wouldn't turn. The door was locked. I raised my hand and pounded on it.
"Open the fuck up and give me back my bimbo!" I roared.
* * *
Samantha Jennings
I frowned at the hammering at my door. I stood over the naughty little plaything that had knocked on my door. I wrenched the bimbo-nurse's hands behind her back and slapped my handcuffs on her. I liked to use the real things.
None of those pansy-ass BDSM cuffs with the safety releases. Where was the fun in that?
The guy roared through it. I ground my teeth as that nubile, slutty nurse squirmed on the ground. She had come here to be fucked by me, I just wasn't going to pay for it. Sluts paid me to dominate them. They wanted to have a real dyke fuck them.
I rose, my leather pants creaking. They fit tight about me, hugging my shaved pussy folds. Rolls of fat spilled over the sides. I wasn't beautiful for men. I was plump and did not care. I would not be fat-shamed by some guy's hetero-normative standards of beauty.
I did not exist to cater to the male gaze. Women were beautiful at any size.
My flabby tits jiggled in my bra as I threw the nurse onto her back. The knocking continued. Then thuds. The asshole on the other side was trying to break down the door and get his slutty girlfriend back. That made me even wetter.
I grabbed my dildo. "I'm going to fuck you--"
The banging grew louder. "GIVE ME BACK MY BIMBO!"
"Master!" the handcuffed slut gasped. Her blonde hair spilled around her face. She struggled to get up, but I threw her back down. She wasn't going anywhere until I was done playing with her. I'd give her some MDA. She would be too high to care what I did to her. "Mastery Sir!"
"GIVE HER BACK OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS, ASSHOLE! I'LL BEAT YOUR FACE IN!"
Violence. Men always resorted to violence. They were such disgusting creatures. I moved to the door and peered through the peephole to find him glaring at me from the other side. I rolled my eyes. Did he think to intimidate me?
I went to the door and peered through the peephole at the tall guy with a mustache. Of course, he had a creeper-stache. I rolled my eyes as he slammed into the door again. It rattled, but I had it locked and deadbolted.
"The door has a steel core," I cooed. "You're wasting your time."
"You're a woman?" he demanded. "You're the one that took my bimbo."
"Took...?" I shuddered. "You're girlfriend crawled over here and begged to be my little dyke plaything. Maybe I'll return her to you with a butt plug shoved up her ass and my pussy juices dripping down her face. Or maybe I'll keep her as my little lezzie nurse to feast on my pussy every day. So fuck off before I call the cops."
I wouldn't. I'd call my private security company to take care of matters before them.
His fist slammed into the door. He growled out, "This is kidnapping."
"She came in here willingly," I purred. "She just doesn't want a jealous asshole like you. Relax, I'll let her go when she's done. She's a whore, right?"
"That you're not paying for!" he roared. "You're planning to keep her."
How the fuck did he know that? I was thinking about it. A prostitute showed up at my house after the lesbian Halloween I threw was over. My guests were gone, and I was still feeling frisky.
"Sue me!" I said and turned back to my plaything. "I'm going to fuck her cunt hard with a dildo and give her a real orgasm. Men don't know how to please women."
* * *
Harry Nelson
I slammed my shoulder in the door one more time and bounced off. "Fuck."
My shoulder hurt. It was a solid door. She was right. There was no getting through it. I glanced at the window, an idea sparking in my head. I moved toward it and peered through. There was my blonde bimbo-nurse on the ground. She was cuffed behind her, her cap still on her head.
The woman who held her was a fat dyke in leather pants. It was disgusting the way the rolls of blubber spilled over her tight pants. They molded to her doughy ass, too. Her tits looked flabby in her bra, and she had jowls and a ratty bob of dyed-blue hair. Her skin even looked greasy.
She was a disgusting pig holding a dildo.
I grabbed a stone outlining the flower box beneath it and threw it against the window. The stone hit the glass and bounced off. It crashed into one of the flowering bushes. The dyke glanced at it and smirked at me.
"IT'S BULLETPROOF GLASS!" she screamed and flipped me off. "YOU CAN WATCH YOUR LITTLE SLUT PLEASE ME, THOUGH!"
She grabbed Veronica and dragged her to the middle of the living room to make sure I could see. I didn't want to give her up. She was my other married bimbo. I wanted to keep them both. To take them from their husbands and make them my year-round whores.
My personal sex slaves who just wanted to worship me.
This was so fucked up. I pulled out my phone and opened the Bimbo App.
"YES, RECORD THIS!" the dyke shouted in delight and suckled on the dildo.
I needed 243 Bimbo Candies for my idea. I had 3. It would cost $11,400 to buy them. I had made $40,000 on whoring out my bimbos. I was so close to what I needed to keep them, but... I wasn't about to let this fat bitch do this.
I cashed out the $11,400 on bundles of 10 Bimbo Candies as she suckled on the dildo, mocking me. I didn't care. I had what I needed. I aimed my phone, down to $28,600. That was half what I needed. Oh, well.
Bimbofy Samantha Jennings into a sexy slave?
I smiled at the
YES
and
NO
buttons pulsing with excitement. The fat bitch struck a pose, thinking I was recording or taking a selfie of it. She ripped the dildo out of her mouth and grinned at me, her footrest on my bimbo's back.
I smiled back at her and hit the
YES
button.
Instantly, she changed. The fat bitch was replaced by a slender and busty slut. Her short, blue hair grew longer, spilling down her back in a ponytail. It was still dyed, but it looked far more feminine. Her tits were no longer flabby. They were huge and lifted up by her new outfit: a black, leather corset. Her tits were firm and ripe, her nipples fat and pierced with gold rings. A chain connected both piercings to be gripped. A leather miniskirt barely covering her gorgeous rump replaced her tight pans along with thigh-high boots. She must have lost two or even three hundred pounds.
"Mastery Sir!" the bimbo-slave squealed, bouncing up and down. She still held the dildo and waved to me. "Ooh, ooh, I lovey dovey you!"
"Open the fucking door!" I said, pointing to it.
I moved to the door as she darted to it. The door rattled as she tried to turn the handle.
"It won't turny, Master?" she said in confusion.
I smiled at how dumb she had become. "It's locked, slut."
"Of coursey course!" she said. Something rattled. A lock clunked. Then she opened the door. "I'm such a dumby airheady slut!"
"That's right," I said, grabbing the chain connecting her. She still had the same features in her face, just far more feminine with the jowls and the greasy quality to her skin had vanished. "You're just an idiot, but that's what makes you such a wonderful bimbo."
She beamed at me.
I grabbed the chain connecting her nipple rings and yanked her to me, stretching out her nubs and big tits. She squealed in delight as I pulled her to me and kissed her. She moaned in delight as I kissed her with passion. My tongue thrust on her mouth.
I wouldn't be able to keep my bimbos year round, but at least I would put this whore in her place.
My cock throbbed against her. I would put this slut through her paces. I had some time before the sun rose. Not long, but it would be enough to enjoy this bitch. I kissed her with passion. She moaned against me.
I broke the kiss. "First time with a man?"
"I'm a dykey dyke!" she squealed. "But you're so hottie. I wanna be fuckyed by, Master!"
"That's right," I said and glanced into the room. "Uncuff her."
"Yesy yes," she said and darted into Veronica. The blonde was on the floor.
"She's been so baddie!" squealed behind me. I glanced to see that my other bimbos had arrived. At the front was Monique, my Black bimbo-cop. She had her handcuff swinging from her wrist.
Samantha undid the cuffs using a key. Veronica hopped to her feet, her boobs jiggling in her low-cut, white blouse. She smiled at me, her blonde hair framing her adorable face. I loved the miniskirt she wore and her nurse's cap perched on her head.
"Cuff the naughty slut, Monique!" I said, pointing at the sexy Samantha.
"Yesy yes!" Monique squealed and darted out to do just that. She was so eager to obey me. I loved it. She reached Samantha. "You're under bimboy arresty for being a naughty wotty slutty slut!"
"Yay!" squealed Samantha as the Black bimbo yanked her wrists behind her. The gold chain connecting her nipple rings swung. Monique slapped them on as Samantha quivered there. "I'm under arresty."
"Yes, you are," I said. "Trying to steal
my
bimbo. Now you're mine. You're my slut!"
"Yesy yes, Master!" Samantha said, her brown eyes dewy with joy.
