Chapter 2: A Little Journey Through Heaven And Hell

Fink looked around. He felt 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 teen sister of a mighty vampire slayer and she was his. As would be the slayer herself, soon. 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 were fighting for his huge erection. One was his one-time timid girlfriend Anya, now the lovely airhead Anni. She crushed her new melon 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. 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 Fredi. She was a former brilliant 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 engulfed her face.

Fink also saw the little teenager 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.

He felt his doll's tongue tickle his cock-slit. He remembered how only a few days back she and the other little teenager had visited BimboTech on a school tour. They had been so innocent and giddy.

Ah well, they still were, weren't they? But very much improved.

He saw Cordi. By now she was 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 ass-hole. 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 centre 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 centre 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.

And 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 in yet another of my famous happy bimbos. Maybe even the best and most co-operative ever.

But first things first...

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 Dolli Babe was in heaven.

Just to kneel before her Master 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. She looked 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 cock 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 inside your doll," she thought. "Fill my throat sweet Master. Make my new hot lips overflow with your gift. Let me feel the sizzling goo splatter on the lovely, lovely tits you gave me. Cum, sweet Master and make your little doll the happiest bimbo in your world."

The former Dawn Summers pushed her china doll face into her Master'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.

"Dear guests of Wolfram and Hart," he started.

Slowly a few flushed faces turned his way. "My dear friends, please forgive me for interrupting you. It must be hard to concentrate when our well-trained darlings are busy transporting you to paradise. But today we are gathered for an even more special mission. Maybe we should not postpone it much longer.

"But first, ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Mistress Lilah, the New Born Dom Slut!"

Eyes flew to the big doors opening.

A remarkable pageant entered. Leading it was a leather wrapped group of bimbos. Their spectacular flesh had been squeezed into corsets that gave them wasp waists halfway between the unbridled blooming of their giant tits and flaring asses. They tottered on high-rising platform boots.

They also swayed like accomplished catwalk tigresses.

Lindsey McDonald, the Wolfram and Hart newcomer followed them. He was dressed in black and held a leash that was attached to the throat of a masked woman. She wore a corset too. It was flaming red, as were her thigh high boots and the cap covering her skull and face.

She seemed reluctant to follow the young man. But at each tug of the leash she gave in and moved forward on her precariously elevated heels.

The group reached the platform where Fink stood.

There the pageant dissolved. The corsetted bimbos knelt around the stage. Fink saw how the former Lilah Morgan - bitch and lawyer extraordinaire — stood forlorn and trembling.

"Welcome Lilah," Fink said with his warmest voice. "I am sure you die to show us all your new found qualities. Please, Master Lindsey, give her the chance of a lifetime."

Lindsey pulled hard on the leash.

It almost made Lilah topple. She stumbled forward until her head was close to Lindsey's. He whispered into her ear and a sudden change came over the woman. It looked as if she melted. She sank to her knees in front of the young man.

Frantic fingers started to unzip his trousers.

She squealed when a fully erect cock sprang into her face. She caressed it with one hand, digging for his balls with the other. Then she slid her red painted lips over the meat and started sucking as if her life depended on it.

Which very well might be the case, Fink mused smiling.

He admired yet another of his amazing accomplishments. Who would have thought even a week ago that the infamous Ice Queen Morgan would lie here, on her knees, her mouth eagerly wrapped around a young upstart male colleague? Sucking off his dick and moaning while she did it.

Fink grinned.

He knew it was all make-believe. Inside that hot, panting hull lived a woman who despised what her body did. He could almost hear her scream in revulsion while her mouth worked harder and harder and her throat opened wide.

Lindsey pulled out his throbbing cock and spewed his globs of cream over her leather mask. They dripped down slowly on her pointing tits.

A sigh of admiration ran around the room. The newly humiliated Lilah Morgan crumpled to the floor.

Fink stepped forward. He high-fived the young man's open hand.

The sweet new bimbo HoneyCunt lived in heaven too.

All the thoughts she once might have nourished, had perished in a pink sea of thrilling emotions. Never would she think back to the times she was Willow, the feared witch with the razor-sharp mind. More to the point: never would she think again, period.

She floated, she soared.

Her body sang with undiluted sensuality. Oh God, just to watch herself, just to caress her firm, new jutting tits and shake her glorious ass.

It took her breath away.

HoneyCunt loved women. Maybe she loved them even more intense than Willow ever had. But most of all did she love this monumental cock that her soft new hands tried to circumvent. It was a rock hard mountain of flesh that her new and expert mouth tried to take in. She loved to share it with her new sister, the delicious Anni. She loved to meet her mouth. It made her so hot to celebrate their shared devotion to the Master.