Chapter 11: Bimbo Wife Kidnapped

Frank Jackman, CEO of BimboTech Chemicals

I groaned as I sank my cock into Donna’s wet, sultry pussy. My bimbo wife let out a moan around the senator’s cock ramming down her throat. Around us in the small exhibition room in the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, Nicole and Veronica, two of my other bimbo wives, writhed as they were fucked by the collection of congressmen and senators, some of the most powerful men from both parties.

I grinned, my dick throbbing in Donna’s pussy as I plowed her, her enhanced, bimbo cunt gripping my cock as she sucked noisily on the senator’s dick. The older man groaned, his wrinkled face twisting with pleasure.

“God almighty,” he panted. He was a senior Republican, and one who always talking about how happily married he was to his wife of forty-five years, and how blessed he was to have seven wonderful grandchildren. “What a mouth your whore has.”

“Imagine the wonders the Venus Serum can do,” I groaned. “Even to your wife. Make her young again. A complete slut for you.”

“And my secretary?” he asked, fucking Donna’s mouth, driving his dick down her throat.

“She’ll be even hotter than she is now,” I grinned. “She’ll get you off.”

“Yes,” he panted, gripping Donna’s black hair.

“Yes, yes, cum on my big boobies,” Veronica moaned, jerking two congressmen’s dicks off as she bounced on a third, her breasts slapping together. “Cum all over my big boobies. Give me all your yummy, tasty jizz. I love it. I love bathing in jizz. It’s the bestest thing in the world.”

“Fucking slut,” groaned one of the congressmen. “Goddamn, these bimbos are hot.”

“So hot!” Veronica beamed and then moaned in delight as ropy cum splattered across her tits. “Look, Frank, they’re bathing me! Isn’t that so wonderful and amazeballs?”

“Yes,” I panted, not sure where my bimbos had picked up amazeballs in their vocabulary. “You’re so sexy.”

And she was, her tits heaving as she rode the third congressman’s cock, ropy cum splattering across those lush mounds. The second congressmen groaned, dick erupting, painting more lines across her tits. Their cum dribbled down her breast to her stomach.

“I love bouquet,” Veronica moaned, her face twisting in passion as they drenched her tits, her lustrous, black hair swaying about her shoulders. “I love being covered in cum. Bouquet is the bestest.”

“Bukkake,” I corrected.

“Look at all the cum bouqueting my breasts, Frank,” she howled.

My dick throbbed in Donna’s pussy as I fucked her harder, savoring the hot sight. That was my bimbo being drenched by those congressmen. And I could hear the envy in their moans. They wanted their own bimbos. Their own harem of sluts just so eager to please them, wanting nothing more than to be their fucktoys.

The bimbo serum would make billions. I was thrilled Senator Delilah Murphy had invited me to her gala even if she clearly hated me. Maybe Alice’s plan to seduce the closeted lesbian would turn her into our ally. My balls boiled picturing my redheaded wife tonguing the beautiful, blonde senator’s pussy.

I fucked Donna faster and faster.

Veronica heaved as she squeezed the last of the cum from their dicks onto her tits. Then, to her delight, another pair of men pressed forward, pushing the two who had just cum out of the way. They were young, junior congressmen, and had been jerking their cocks on the sidelines. They were so eager they erupted almost immediately. Their cum spurted, coating Veronica’s face with lines of white jizz. She moaned, opening her mouth, so happy, such joy on her face as they hosed her. They coated her, making her look like a slut from a Bukkake video.

“Yes, yes, bouquet!” she moaned.

“Jesus,” groaned the congressmen she road. “Holy shit, her pussy!”

He came into my bimbo-wife’s cunt.

On the other side of the room, Nicole writhed between two senators, taking a cock in her ass and pussy. She had a third cock buried in her mouth, all three holes plunged. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her moans loud despite the dick ramming down her throat.

She was having as much fun as Veronica.

“Goddamn,” the older Senator moaned, flooding Donna’s mouth with his cum. “Goddamn what a whore. This serum has to be approved.”

“I know a few harridans on my committee that need this,” another congressmen groaned.

“Yes,” I panted, my balls boiling as they smacked Donna’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, make me preggers, Frank,” Donna moaned after the senator’s cock withdrew from her mouth. Her pussy writhed about my dick, her orgasm shuddering through her body. “Plant a baby in my belly. Fertilize me!”

“I am,” I groaned, burying into her. I clutched at her hips, squeezing so hard as my cum spurted into Donna’s hot, succulent pussy.

She milked me. Pleasure rushed through my brain, boiling my thoughts as I plowed into her spasming depths. My balls smacked into her clit. I trembled, moaning so loud. Every blast sent rapture firing through my body.

I loved every moment of flooding her fertile cunt. I gripped her hips, holding on tight as the pleasure burned through my body. My eyes rolled back into my head. The rapture boiled across my mind.

It was so hot. So exciting. “I’m breeding you, slut!”

“Yes!” she squealed. “My hubby’s breeding me. He’s making me preggers! Isn’t that so hot?”

“Yes,” panted a congressmen, stroking his dick. He stepped up and rammed his cock into my wife’s mouth as I spurted the final blast of cum into her cunt.

“I have to fuck her pussy,” another Senator groaned.

“You can have her ass,” I panted. “We’re trying to have a baby.”

“You are fucked up, Frank,” laughed the Senator. “And I hope you are looking for investors.”

I grinned. “I am.”

“Then let’s get rich together,” the senator laughed as I pulled out my dick from Donna’s pussy.

I handed him a bottle of lube and stood on shaky legs. I leaned against the wall, zipping up, and watched my bimbos getting fucked. They were having so much fun. And so were the men. I couldn’t wait for Alice to get back. I hoped she was having just as much fun with Senator Murphy.

Alice Jackman, Chief Research Scientist of BimboTech Chemicals

I trembled, unable to see, a smelly hood over my head, my hands bound behind my back. And not in a sexy way. I struggled not to panic. I had to keep pretending I was a bimbo, making the kidnapper think I was harmless. Maybe if I fucked him, he would relax his guard and I could escape.

But how could I do that in the trunk of his car?

I trembled. I was being kidnapped. By whom? Why?

I tried so hard not to cry. I had to be happy. A bimbo. The man had told me there was nothing to be scared of. That I would have so much fun in the trunk. That being bound would make me such a naughty bimbo and cause me to cum.

So I faked it.

He had sounded so shocked when I let out orgasmic moans as he pushed me into the trunk, panting and begging for him to fuck me. He didn’t fully believe he could trick me into orgasming. Like someone had told him to do it, but he thought it was stupid.

So whomever had hired him knew about bimbos.

My heart thudded. The car drove away from the Smithsonian and my husband. Frank was showing off the bimbos to the rich and powerful of Washington DC. How long before he even realized I was missing? The panic fluttered in my heart. I squirmed, hating it. I bounced and slid in the trunk as the car drove. It was so uncomfortable.

I counted my heartbeats as we drove. I had to know where we were going. I closed my eyes focusing on the car, how it moved. It was easier than thinking about my fate. The car made a left turn and then I right. I tried to fix them in my brain, making a mental map while I counted my heartbeats.

Then we went left again and stopped. We idled and idled. I trembled. Then the car lurched forward and made a right turn a dozen heartbeats later.

Left, left, through an intersection, right.

The car hit a pothole, bouncing me. The shocks groaned as I gasped. I shivered, the car slowing, turning left this time.

Left, left, right, then ... No, intersection then right, then left again.

The car drove, stopping at lights, making turns, moving farther and farther away from the Smithsonian. And with every turn, I had harder and harder time remembering the orders. Was it two left turns then right? And where was the pothole? And how would this even help anyways? It was so pointless trying to keep track.

So frustrating.

I wished right then that my intelligence serum would run out. I would give anything to be an airhead bimbo, not caring about anything, thinking that being in the trunk made me cum over and over. Then I would just writhe in ignorant bliss, happy and joyful instead of scared out of my mind.

The car slowed and made a right turn. The sounds changed. Everything echoed while the tires squealed. It reminded me of ... We were in a parking garage. Fear spiked through me. We had arrived at ... wherever I was being taken. The car turned and slowed to a stop. I heard the pitch of the engine’s revving change as it was put into park. And then it shut off.

The door opened.

I took a deep breath and then moaned, “Yes, yes, yes, I love cumming! It’s the best. So warm and yummy.”

The trunk opened.

“Oh, just delicious. Oh, yes!”

“Jesus, you bimbos are dumb,” the man grunted, his hands seizing me and hauling me up. “Now let’s go. I kidnapped you, and that means you’re mine. I own you now. That’s how the law works.”

“Oh, wow, you’re so super smart,” I lied. “Will you fuck me now? My pussykitty needs to be fed so baldy.” It was so nauseating saying these words, but I would do anything to survive and get back to my husband.

“Not for me to decide. It’s for your new owner. I’m selling you. You understand?”

“Oh, then I’ll be another man’s bimbo. Will he fuck me? I’m so hot and wet and juicy. I need to be fucked so hard. Cumming on a dick is so much yummier than cumming in the trunk.”

“Jesus,” he breathed, pushing me along.

I couldn’t see. Light bled through the hood, but not enough for me to make out any shapes. My heart hammered as I kept cooing. He kept a firm grip on my arm as he led me through the parking garage, my heels echoing. It sounded empty.

Then we stopped. He pushed a button. I heard a familiar ding then metal groaning like ... Elevator doors opened. He shoved me inside, the elevator car shifting slightly. He pushed a button. Then he mashed it fast, hard.

“Come on, close,” he muttered.

The doors groaned shut. The elevator lurched upward.

I trembled as the elevator climbed higher and higher. We must be in a skyscraper for it to go up this high. Where was he taking me? Who would bring a kidnapped woman to an office building. What was going on?

The elevator slowed, stopped. The chime dinged as the doors groaned open.

Delilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana

My clit throbbed as I worked the dildo in and out of Janet’s snatch. It was a strapless one, the bulbous end buried in my cunt and gripped by my pussy walls, giving me pleasure as I fucked her. The black-haired bimbo rocked back into my thrusts as she knelt on her hands and knees. Her curvy butt jiggled every time I buried into her.

“Damn, you are fun to fuck,” I moaned. “I am so glad Alice left you with me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Janet moaned. “Oh, your dildo feels so super-duper amazeballs in my pussykitty. Oh, it’s so very wonderful.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my hands gripping her asscheeks. I spread them apart. In the dim light of the Sex Exhibit, a closed off wing of the Smithsonian, I could just make out her puckered sphincter. My pussy clenched.

I loved anal sex in all its forms.

My thumbs slid into her butt-crack, swiping across her sphincter. I loved the wrinkled texture of it, that wet feel. I pressed on it and she moaned, her back arching, her hips rocking back harder into my thrusts. My thumb sank into her asshole, her velvety bowels clenching around it.

My clit throbbed as I plowed her over and over into her. This was so exciting. And I was still so shocked by what I had learned. Alice was a bimbo who was smart. It threw into doubt all my thoughts about the serum. I worked my thumb in and out of Janet’s asshole, my pleasure swelling. I could focus on the new facts later.

Right now, I had a bimbo to play with.

“Yes, yes, I love it when my dirty hole is played with, too,” moaned Janet.

“You just love being fucked in all your holes, don’t you, slut?” I groaned. “You’re just a bimbo slut. You’ll do anything.”

“You knew the secret password,” Janet moaned. “And I am a slut. Frank’s bimbo wife slut! I love being his slut. It’s sooooooo much yummy fun.”

“I bet,” I panted, reaming my thumb in and out of her asshole as I fucked her pussy. My clit throbbed more and more, massaged by the dildo’s base, my pussy clenching around the end stirring through me, building my pleasure. “You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?”

“Oh, that would be so goody!” the bimbo moaned. “I love anal! It’s soooo dirty! Yes, yes, yes!”

The bimbo came hard, her moans echoing through the closed exhibition wing. I shivered, loving hearing the sound of a woman’s climax. So passionate. If my voters could see me now, they would be horrified realizing I was a lesbian.

And a lesbian who loved anal. Sodomy.

I ripped the dildo out of her pussy and my thumb from her asshole. I shifted my hips, dragging the tip of the sex toy up her taint and between those gorgeous butt-cheeks. I pressed it against her asshole, pushing forward, the dildo shifting in my pussy, the ridges stimulating my flesh.

“Yes,” I groaned, my back arching as her asshole swallowed the dildo. Her pussy juices lubed the way.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, wiggling her hips. “I love it up the butt. Oh, I do. I just love cumming and cumming. You’re such a wonderful woman, Senator.” She giggled. “Such a funny name.”

“It’s a title,” I groaned, drawing back the dildo, my clit throbbing, pleasure rippling through my body. “I’m a senator.”

I thrust forward, her crotch smacking into her ass with a loud slap. She moaned instead of answering, bucking into my thrusts. I drew back and thrust in again and again, my hands sliding up her body, reaching for those magnificent breasts.

I squeezed them, my fingers sinking into pillowy flesh. She moaned, her hips wiggling as I plowed her. I worked the toy over and over into her depths, savoring the dildo stirring up my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head as the pleasure built and built.

“You’re going to cum so hard,” I moaned, fingers digging into her breasts.

“I am,” moaned the bimbo, her voice so bubbly with pleasure. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

I slammed into her asshole, my pussy clenching on the other end of the dildo as Janet bucked and moaned, cumming beneath me. Her body trembled as the pleasure burned through her. I shuddered, savoring the passion spilling out of her. She moaned out her bliss, cumming so hard.

I shivered, burying the toy into her asshole, giving her such pleasure as my pussy drank in the friction of its other end sliding inside of me. My back arched, my breasts bouncing before me. I squeezed her tits.

And came.

“You naughty bimbo, yes,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Oh, you’re just so naughty. You made me cum.”

“Goody,” she moaned, shuddering as the pleasure rippled through me. “I love making people cum. It’s the most wonderfulest thing in the world. Just the bestest thing ever.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as I shuddered. “Just the best thing ever.”

I embraced my pleasure even as my asshole tingled. I needed to be fucked hard. I needed to be pounded. That would be even better. I groaned, pulling the dildo out of her asshole and then from my spasming pussy. I brought it to my lips, licking the sour musk from the end of the toy, savoring the taste of her asshole.

Janet giggled. “That was just in my butt. That’s so dirty.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, savoring the flavor. I sucked it into my mouth, groaning at the wicked flavor, my asshole clenching.

“I like dirty things, too,” Janet moaned, crawling behind me, her tits swaying. “I loved eating your asshole. It was so sour and yummy. Made me feel so naughty. Made my pussykitty tingle and itch. And you scratched it. Thank you.”

I moaned about the dildo in answer.

“And now you’re all antsy, Senator. You need a big cock to fuck you. Want me to get my husband? He’ll fuck your pussy.”

I ripped the dildo from my mouth. “No! I’m a lesbian.”

Janet blinked. “Why?”

“Why, what?” I asked, panting.

“Why are you a lesbyan. Cocks are so much more funner than pussies or dildos. They’re nice and all, but the most funnest and most nicest and most bestest are dicks! They cum!” Janet’s lips spread wide. “I love cum. So yummy and creamy and salty.”

“Well, I don’t,” I panted. I tossed her the dildo. “Fuck my ass with it. I need to be pounded.”

“Oh, goody,” Janet grinned, grabbing the toy and shoving the end that had been in my pussy into her own. “Oh, I love this toy. It’s my most favoritest of them all.”

I stretched out on my back, not caring that the concrete floor was cold. I lifted my legs, hugging my arms around the back of my knees, lifting my hips up so she could fuck my asshole. Janet moved forward on her knees, her huge tits jiggling, the dildo bouncing before her.

Then she grasped my hips, pressing the spit-covered dildo against my asshole. I shivered as she thrust the hard toy into me. My bowels stretched over the toy’s girth. My toes curled as the wonderful delight of having my asshole penetrated rushed through me.

Dizzy bliss rippled through my body as Janet buried the toy into me with two energetic thrusts, her tits bouncing before her. Then she hugged my legs to her, her nipples rubbing on my flesh. I let go of my legs, letting her hold them as she drew back and slammed the dildo into my bowels.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned, my breasts jiggling while my ass clenched on that wonderful toy. “Oh, yes, fuck my ass. Make me cum!”

“I will. I promise,” Janet moaned. “Cross my heart and hope to dye.”

I grunted as she slammed in harder, fucking me with such unabashed exuberance. Her face twisted with the same pleasure I felt, my clit throbbing between my thighs clenched tight. My pussy was so juicy, drinking in the burning friction radiating out of my asshole as she pounded me.

Such sweet heat. I shuddered, toes wiggling above Janet’s head. Her blue eyes twinkled in the dark hall as she looked down at me, her moans echoing with mine. My asshole burned with such bliss, pleasure rippling through my body.

“That’s it, slut. That’s how you fuck a senator’s asshole!” I moaned.

“A lesbyan senator,” she moaned, having trouble with the word lesbian. It came out slurred. “Oh, this is so goody and yummy. Am I making your asshole feel so yummy?”

“Yes!”

“Isn’t this just the bestest toy! The most funnest!”

“Absolutely,” I groaned, humping into her, so glad Alice left this bimbo behind for my pleasure. Oh, I wanted to keep Janet. She would fit in wonderfully with my Natasha. The two could play together when I couldn’t visit my secret playhouse, keeping each other company. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Pound me. I want to cum so badly!”