Pixie Isobella

I stopped breathing as Darren 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, before pulling them right out of my bra. 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. ‘Are these natural?’ Darren asked. ‘They feel pretty good. I think they’re bigger even than Courtney’s. Even after her boob job.’

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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[Femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding]

Darren twisted me around like putty, so that the men could all look at my naked breasts. ‘Hey Brad! What do you reckon? Are Abs’ tits bigger than Courtney’s?’

‘We could measure them,’ said Brad, considering. ‘I think so. God, she’s a luscious handful. You never told me how fuckable your cousin was, Courts,’ he chuckled reprovingly to his fiancée. ‘As she’s not a club member and bound by our virginity rules, I might have tracked her down before now to stick my end inside her.’

I could see Courtney flushing angrily but she also didn’t want to interrupt Brad while he was speaking. Then he pushed her off his lap without ceremony, and I could see that she wished she had interrupted him. She was so angry but he didn’t even notice.

‘Get your measuring tape, love,’ he said.

Courtney bit her lip angrily but stood up and left the room stormily. I was blushing just as hard as Courtney had been, at the feeling of Darren’s hands still feeling up my breasts, and all the men’s eyes on my boobs, critical, assessing.

‘I don’t want…’ I started to say but Darren interrupted me.

‘What do you blokes reckon? Should Abigail get her boobs done? She’d be incredible if she did.’

Chester sniggered. ‘Definitely. Make them big and round, like beach balls. I’d feel her up anytime.’

I flushed as Courtney stomped back into the room. She almost threw the tape measure at Darren, and I shrank away from the barely suppressed fury in her face. Brad stood up and walked over to help Darren measure my breasts. It was humiliating and I wished he wouldn’t touch me but I didn’t really know how to tell him to stop.

‘Get the bra off them, would you, mate?’ said Brad easily, and just like that, Darren pulled the bra straps down off my shoulders, letting my breasts free. Brad took one in his hand, squeezing with an expression of critical assessment, while some of the men whistled appreciatively. I shuddered at the feeling of him touching me. I really didn’t want to admit to myself that my pussy was clenching in need each time one of the men touched me or said something crude.

‘I’ve got Courtney’s measurements written down,’ Brad said. ‘I make her measure them at least once a week. I’ve weighed them as well. I think it’s important for a girl to be able to measure her worth.’

I didn’t want Brad to touch my breasts but I decided to put up with it. He measured the circumference of each of my boobs while I sat still, in my awkward position astride Darren’s leg.

‘Yes, she’s bigger than you, darling,’ said Brad, a careless look in his eyes as he looked across the room at his fiancée. ‘Natural too. But don’t mind. We can always get yours enlarged again. Make you into a proper bimbo. And don’t forget, they’ll get bigger once you’re pregnant and lactating.’

I could see that Courtney was furious but she still didn’t want to correct Brad, so she just lowered her flashing eyes.

‘I don’t care,’ she said, her voice tight lipped. ‘She’s just my stupid cousin that I had to invite for the weekend.’

I hated Courtney being so angry with me. It was so awkward that I was glad when Darren pulled me back to face him. The guessing game started up again and I was thankful to turn away from the room. He didn’t put my bra on again and I didn’t know how to ask him to, when all around me, the other women were even more naked than I was.

Both Darren’s hands were on my breasts now, kneading and fondling, squeezing the nipples. I was embarrassed and flustered to realise that I was enjoying it. It was just so relaxing to be touched and used as if I was a doll. I didn’t have to do anything or be anything other than a large pair of breasts in Darren’s hands.

‘You know,’ he said, his eyes glancing at my face, before settling back on my breasts. ‘Courtney said you were boring and that you’d spoil the mood. But I think you’re fun. You don’t talk too much at least! I always like a girl who knows when to keep her mouth shut.’

‘Hopefully the bitch also knows when to open it,’ snickered Chester on my other side.

‘If she doesn’t, I’ll teach her,’ said Darren easily. He winked at me. ‘It’s easy. When I’ve got my dick out for a blowjob, you open those sweet lips of yours, darling, all nice and wide. Any other time,’ he sniggered again. ‘Keep them shut. I don’t need to hear you talk.’

I flushed again, wondering what the hell I was doing, letting such an asshole talk about me and manhandle my breasts.

The game kept going and if I couldn’t please Courtney, at least I didn’t piss her off anymore than I already had. I didn’t get many more questions anyway, which was a relief. I could relax against Darren and enjoy the feeling of his hands on my body, while he treated my boobs as if they were malleable putty.

‘Last question!’ announced Brad cheerfully. ‘I didn’t make too many, I didn’t want to wear you ladies out too much.’

I was so bored with Brad’s stupid Best Bimbo game by now that I didn’t really pay attention, until Courtney was answering it hilariously badly. It was a history question that related to a book I had been reading only last week, so it was painful to listen to.

‘That’s not right,’ said Brad, his voice very patronising. ‘I should have known better than to test you with a political history question, Courts, I’m sorry. It’s hilarious watching you try though.’

‘Yeah,’ said Chester on the other side of him, a woman half-naked on his lap. ‘Girls with boobs as big as yours certainly can’t understand politics, darling.’

‘Anyway, what’s the answer?’ asked one of the men. ‘I thought maybe New York?’

‘Yes,’ said Brad, consulting his piece of paper. ‘New York.’

I spoke before I could think. ‘But that’s just nonsense,’ I said, my voice cutting clearly through the room. ‘New York hadn’t even been established then. Or if it had, they were calling it New Amsterdam. It’s London. It has to be. Because…’

I never found out if I was right. The only warning I had as to what was about to happen was in the sheer, utter fury I suddenly saw in Courtney’s eyes.

Then she burst into tears and threw her cocktail glass at me. It went wild and spilled all over the lounge, making the men burst out laughing.

‘You bitch!’ Courtney stormed. ‘You promised not to spoil the party!’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said, not even knowing what I was apologising for. ‘I’m sorry, I know it wasn’t my question. I spoke without thinking… I didn’t mean to upset you, Courtney, I really didn’t!’

I felt so ridiculously stupid. I had known to keep my mouth shut and yet I still couldn’t help proving how clever I was. I didn’t get a chance to finish what I was saying, because Courtney just lashed out at me.

‘Get out!’ she yelled. ‘Get out! I hate you Abigail! Why do you have to always spoil everything?’

She was so angry and upset that I couldn’t work out what to do. Then Darren just picked me up, casually, and slung me over his shoulder, carrying me easily from the room with his arms hooked around my legs.

I felt ridiculous being carted around. He carried me through the dining room like that and up the corridors to where the bedrooms were. I could still hear Courtney crying behind me and I felt awful for having broken my own rule to be silent.

‘P-put me down,’ I said, knowing as I said it that he probably wasn’t going to listen to me.

‘Not a chance,’ Darren said cheerfully. ‘You’re coming with me love. It’s time I taught you a lesson.’

He carried me straight into a large bedroom, dropping me down on a king-sized bed and shutting the door behind us. I looked around curiously, guessing that it was Darren’s room. Then I looked at him awkwardly, suddenly embarrassed and blushing, trying to pull my dress back up over my boobs.

‘Stop that,’ he said, batting my hands away and instead pulling my dress down to my waist so that I shrieked at him. ‘You don’t want to double the punishment by covering your body up again, after a bloke has exposed it.’

‘What?’ I said, my voice louder than I intended.

‘The punishments,’ he said, tiredly. ‘I guess you probably weren’t listening. You bimbos never listen.’

He pushed me back on the bed, holding me down by my arms above my head, and came onto all-fours above me. I gasped in shock but I went with it, feeling suddenly vulnerable to be lying down with him holding me down. I wasn’t sure about being alone with him in his room but I also didn’t want to go back downstairs or back to my room.

I didn’t even know where my room was. I had been too embarrassed earlier by my stupid, revealing clothes to pay proper attention.

‘I know it’s hard for you to listen carefully,’ Darren said, his voice kind, his hands heavy where they gripped mine and held me underneath him. ‘But you really do need to try to listen when people explain things.’

I wanted to yell at him that I had been listening, that of course I was good at listening, and that no-one had in fact explained anything, but I was enjoying the feeling of him holding me down too much. I thought I could maybe just lie here for a while and ignore what he was saying. I flushed when I remembered my breasts were fully naked and I was lying underneath him on his bed.

‘Anyway, the punishments,’ Darren continued. ‘If a girl covers up her body after one of the blokes has uncovered it, well, she gets her arse spanked for bad behaviour.’

I flushed hotly. No-one had ever spanked my arse, and I didn’t think I wanted them to. I certainly didn’t want these men to spank me.

‘And if a girl accidentally gets an answer correct — don’t worry, I know you couldn’t deliberately get one correct — she gives all the men a blowjob.’

I flushed, wanting to squirm away from him, but he was holding me so tightly under him, and I knew it would be undignified.

‘A blowjob?’ I instead said, faintly. ‘All the men?’

‘That is what I said,’ Darren said. ‘I know you thought it was just a bit of fun, Abigail, but you can’t go around cheating like that. I know you asked one of the blokes, probably Chester, he knows some history. It was clever of you to remember the answer all the way through to the end of the game. Technically, you’re meant to give all the men blowjobs, but we can let that pass as I don’t think Courts needs you out there right now.’

He pushed down hard on my wrists, smiling. ‘I like having you underneath me. In your place.’ He winked. ‘But we will move to the lounge now so that you can give me my blowjob. You’d better make it a good one, to make up for the other blokes missing out.’

He started to move as he spoke, sitting up and pulling me with him.

‘B-but,’ I said, ‘I don’t want to give you a blowjob.’

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