‘We’re going to put all of you lovely bimbos to the test,’ Brad said. ‘The blokes helped me write the questions.’ He sniggered, then sat down laughing fully out loud, clearly unable to control himself. ‘You’re all going to show us what dumb, brainless cows you are.’
Abigail meets the insufferable, arrogant Darren when she is forced to act as bridesmaid for her cousin’s wedding. Darren wants Abigail to be a compliant bimbo fuckdoll and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goal.
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The Bimbo Wedding: Chapter 3
[Femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding]
‘You’re all going to show us what dumb, brainless cows you are.’
Courtney clapped her hands together delightedly. ‘I’m going to win!’ she said, excited. ‘Or is it lose?’ She giggled again.
‘No, darling,’ said Brad, laughing again. ‘You’re just going to show us all over again what a clueless bimbo you are, Courts. But never mind. You’ll always be good at what I need you to be good at.’ He sniggered. ‘Blowjobs and handjobs and spreading your legs for me.’
He lifted his hand, sliding it fully inside her dress to clasp one of her breasts and shake it in front of us all.
‘You’re such a stupid slut. I think you got even stupider when we made your boobs bigger, didn’t you, darling?’ He laughed again, still fondling Courtney’s breast. ‘That’s why I’m going to put a baby inside you as soon as I can. You can spend your time popping them out for me. It’s not like you can do anything else.’
‘Yes, Brad,’ Courtney said demurely, flushing with pleasure.
Beside me, Darren was laughing as hard as Brad was, his hand firmly groping my thigh. I wondered how long it would be before he too put his hand inside my dress, just like Brad was doing with Courtney. The other men around the table were also doing the same with other women, so I figured it wouldn’t be long before he decided that it was his turn.
What I couldn’t work out was why I hadn’t snapped at Darren to take his hands off me. I guessed I was trying to be compliant and please Courtney, though that didn’t sound like me at all. I knew it wasn’t because I was enjoying Darren touching me, because that would be ridiculous.
The game, it turned out, was creatively called ‘The Best Bimbo’.
We sat in a big circle in the huge rumpus room with its sunken circular couch. The sun outside was setting spectacularly over the lake, but no-one other than me seemed to be interested in looking at that. The men sat with a woman in between each of them, so I ended up in between Darren and a big, sporty looking man called Chester.
The men took it in turns to roll a dice Brad had made with each of the women’s names on it. He hadn’t bothered to find out my name when he was making it. Humiliatingly, I was just listed as ‘Darren’s pair of tits’ in tiny writing. I flushed when Brad laughingly told me what he had done, and Darren and Chester sniggered.
‘I’m not…’ I started to say, almost the first words I’d said since leaving my bedroom before dinner, but Courtney shushed me back into silence with both hands.
‘You can be my pair of tits,’ said Darren, eyeing my breasts in their too-tight dress. ‘It’s a good name for you, Abigail.’
I flushed and looked away. I didn’t want to admit that him looking just like at at my breasts made me feel all hot and horny inside.
The game started. After rolling the dice, the man would pull a slip of paper out of the hat. He would read out the question on the paper and the girl whose name had been on the dice was meant to try and answer.
They were all sports and movie questions, and I knew before any were even directed at me that I was in trouble. I know nothing about sports or movies and I’m not funny enough to even make up hilariously bad answers like Courtney and the other women were doing.
When it came to my turn, it was a sports question about the year when a particular team had first won a particular title. I guessed ‘1973’, thinking that it was as good a year as any, and the men laughed immediately, slapping their thighs and roaring.
‘Oh, that’s a good one,’ said Brad, laughing so hard that tears ran down his face. He winked at Courtney. ‘I thought you said Abs was smart? She’s going to rival you, my darling, if she keeps that up.’
‘Abigail,’ asked Courtney warningly. ‘Are you trying to be intelligent? Because you know, girls don’t know the answers to questions like this.’
‘No,’ I said, honestly. ‘I’m not trying to be intelligent.’
‘Good,’ said Darren, his hand exploring my thigh. ‘Because you don’t need to be intelligent to please me in bed, darling.’
‘You see,’ said Brad, smiling patronisingly at me. ‘The Flags play baseball and that isn’t even a baseball title. That is a football title. But it didn’t exist in 1973.’
‘You can’t expect women to be able to learn things like that,’ said Chester, chuckling.
‘Never mind,’ said Darren comfortingly. ‘You’ve got these lovely big hooters, and I’m pretty sure the hole between your legs works as well as any other girls’.’ He winked at me. ‘I’ll stick my dick into you later and take you for a test drive. Dumb girls are much more fun to fuck, so you’ll do just fine.’
His hand was still on my thigh but it had slipped slightly higher and slightly inward, so that if he moved his fingers a bare two or three inches, he would actually be touching my pussy.
I was coming to the conclusion that maybe the reason I was enjoying him touching me so much — the reason I was enjoying the feeling of him groping me like I was a doll — was that if I focused on him touching me, I could tune out the rest of the week-long retreat.
I swallowed, wondering whether I could leave the holiday early and return for the wedding. These people were even more terrible than I thought they would be. I formulated a plan to lock myself into my room and leave early the following day.
Actually, what I didn’t want to admit to myself was that I found Darren a little bit hot, and that I was getting aroused from the feeling of his hand on my thigh. My pussy had clenched in need when he had talked about ‘sticking his dick’ into me and I couldn’t work out why. I most certainly didn’t want to have sex with him, or with any of them.
But as the game progressed, I found myself daydreaming about what it might feel like if Darren’s hand slipped slightly higher and further inwards… In fact, I was day-dreaming so hard that I completely missed my next question. Darren gripped my thigh tightly, shaking to get my attention.
‘Oh, is it my turn?’ I said stupidly. ‘Um. 1987.’ I only realised after my guess that it hadn’t been a ‘in what year’ question and I blushed in embarrassment.
Everyone except Courtney burst out laughing and Darren took the opportunity to slide his hand further inwards on my leg.
‘Oh, you’re fun,’ he said, chortling. ‘Courtney said you were dull.’
‘She is dull,’ said Courtney, hot angry little patches appearing on both her cheeks. ‘She is stupid and boring and dull…’
‘Now, now, love,’ said Brad, in a cajoling voice. ‘I’m sure it’ll be your turn for a question soon. And then you’ll get your chance to show us all over again what a stupid cute bimbo you are.’
Courtney seemed mollified and the questions started again. I kept randomly answering the first thing that came into my head, trying to make sure it was a short word, and the men laughed so hard each time that I blushed.
‘Why don’t you sit on my lap?’ asked Darren after a while, and blushing I agreed.
I didn’t know why I was agreeing, except that other women were sitting on other men’s laps after all and I was still enjoying him feeling me up. I stood up to climb onto his lap, thinking I would just sit sideways. But he twisted me with a wicked smile on his face as I did, and I slipped, landing facing him, with each of my knees seated astride one of his legs.
My balance was awkward and I ended up facing him, leaning half into him, with only his arm around me supporting me. I felt so embarrassed that my crotch was sitting directly on his leg — in those crotchless panties too! — but I didn’t want to draw attention to it by insisting on moving.
Some of the other girls were answering questions right now, and Darren looked at me, smiling and smoothing a curl of hair out of my face.
His hand dropped to my breasts and I stopped breathing as he casually pulled the top of the dress down, exposing my breasts in the silly push-up bra. He started to squeeze and fondle my breasts, pulling them right out of even the meagre protection the bra had afforded them. It felt so strange to be touched so intimately by a stranger who I didn’t even like, but something about his casual decision to take possession of my body also turned me on.
He spoke and I flushed at his question. ‘Are these natural?’ he asked. ‘They feel pretty good. I think they’re bigger even than Courtney’s. Even after her boob job.’
He twisted me around a bit as if I was made out of putty, so that the men could see both my arse and half my breasts.
‘Hey Brad! What do you reckon? Are Abs’ tits bigger than Courtney’s?’
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