blankandhappy-blog: blankandhappy-blog:Sisterhood 2.0You cannot escape the kiss, her hands holding y
blankandhappy-blog: blankandhappy-blog:Sisterhood 2.0You cannot escape the kiss, her hands holding your cheeks between them as kisses you over, and over, and over, the tackiness of her gloss tugging at your lips as she wraps her arms around you possessively. A second pair of warm, soft lips joins in, and soon every inch of your skin seems to be covered in cute lil’ prints, a wonderful warmth flowing through your veins, as you find it kind of hard to focus on anything other than the lips worshipping you. Thoughts become silly, giggling things, tied together with candy floss and summer clouds, and with each new kiss your thoughts become more distant as more of the compound in their lipstick melds with your brain’s biochemistry and sends with your head swimming with empty-headed euphoria.You don’t even notice as the control headset is slipped over your ears: A chrome pink pair of head cups with a bright pink stylized ‘B’ lasered onto the outside of either cup. The band linking them gently grips your head, and as the Bimbos coo, telling you not to resist, gentle suction clamps the cups firmly against your ears, making them impossible to remove.A crystal clear tone sounds, and it becomes impossible to think.With mechanical precision you pivot, falling in behind your captors, and in perfect synchronicity you march outside and towards the waiting van. ***A fleeting moment of awareness.Warm leather buckles wrap around your limbs, keeping you restrained to the comfortable chair as the pretty nurse hovers over you, injecting something into the saline bag hanging from the intravenous pole next to you. You smile vacantly to yourself as the clear liquid contained within the bag turns a lovely shade of pink, swirling in pretty, radiating patterns, ready to drip-drip-drip down into the tube that leads directly into the needle in your arm.It’s okay, there’s nothing to worry about.That is natural.This is all part of the process.The pretty voice over the headset tells you so, and it’s such a wonderful, bubbly tone that it’s so hard to worry about anything.All you have to do is turn your attention back to those wonderfully relaxing spiral on screen that dominates the wall in front of you, and let everyone else do all the thinking for you. There’s no hesitation as you comply, your glassy eyed stare returning to the source of pleasure in front of you, little puffs of pleasure making you squirm just a little as the spirals promise to take you back under, once again. It’s like the gentlest, most sensual teasing you’ve ever experienced, promising you so much more if you just keep watching.So, you do…You’re barely aware as the Nurse reaches up to lower the brainwashing helmet down, and your head is once more filled with pulsing pleasure. ***The striking clip of your heels echoes as you walk down the corridor, the polished metal tiles of the floor way reflecting the soft, pink flow of the illumination orbs overhead. The light doesn’t bother you like it once did, becoming a source of warmth and comfort that matches the inner pink that marks your new Bimbo mentality.It fills you up, from head to toe, making it so hard to string together anything but the most basic of thoughts, turning sentences into a minefield of “Likes”, “Buts, “And totally”: The perfect valley girl speak supported by the perfect valley girl tone. Words more than a handful of syllables long just leave you cross-eyed with how difficult they are to understand, whilst you vaguely remember being able to count above 5 without having to use your fingers.The thought makes you beam with pride at how far you’ve come along: Your new plump lips, invitingly parted into the perfect Bimbo ‘o’, leaving you with the hint of a lisp, matched by the F cups that are barely covered by the skimpiest of latex bras. The smarter Sisters told you not to worry about their size though, ‘cause they’ve done something to your insides to help make you super-duper strong, so all that extra weight won’t cause any nasty backache. And as you turn sharply to join the line for the next group session in the hypno-chamber, you can’t but help feel the affection poor out of every pore at those wonderful, kind sluts who choose you to join their ranks.You enter, take your seat, and wait for the screen to be filled with wonderful, pulsing colours, and for the pleasured moans to begin… ***Crawling along the floor, you feel your enhanced butt sways seductively as you approach the man restrained to the conditioning chair. You like your lips, imagining his cock; his breathtaking cock, between your lips.His wonderfully, delicious cock. Face fucking you.Spurting its yummy seed down your throat.He will barely notice, lost to the conditioning seat that will slowly, surely show him the error of his ways. Soon, he’ll think like you; act like you; worship like you. Just like all the material brought into be converted, man or woman, they will walk out just another Bimbo.Cock or snatch, all would be offered up for you to practice on as they were slowly, methodically transformed.The sound of plastic tapping plastic informs you that the Sister is observing you, grading your every movement. You lock eyes with his glazed expression, pretending he is staring straight back at you, and not consumed by the pulsing spiral on the wall. He gasps, whimpering as you swirl your tongue around his tip, just enough of him still aware of his predicament to appreciate the effort you’re putting in, and so slowly, seductively you let his member slide between your lips and start to bob. ***You stand to attention, every curve shown off by the glossy rubber covering you. Someone is speaking to you, just out of view, with a clipped, cultured accent that brokers no argument.“Jade-Epsilon 17, What is your purpose?”“I am an Alpha level seduction and conversion unit” You reply, unaware of the words spilling from your lips. “I am to work with Unit 54 to capture and convert targets to the Bimbo cause using any means necessary.”“Delta-Bubble 1,” The voice responds, and suddenly the world returns and suddenly it’s so hard to think again. “What is your purpose?”“Like,” You respond dropping back into your valley-girl persona, “It’s totes to suck, fuck and lick, like a good Bimbo-slut”“Responses are baseline. Deep conditioning is present… She is good to ship.” ***Your lips find the woman’s nipple, locking around it as you suck. She is already so heavily dosed with the aphrodisiac compound your lipstick that you could tell her exactly what was in store for her, and she’d still probably spend the next hour finger-fucking herself into orgasm.You’ve discovered how wonderfully perverted people can be, practically walking themselves into servitude to the Bimbo ‘cause. But that’s fine, it just makes it so much more enjoyable to keep them distracted with your expert touch, letting your fingers and lips go to work as your Sisters holds the control gear, ready to slip it onto the pretty brunettes head and claim another Sister for the cause… Boop! -- source link