Bimbo Casino: The Complete Series (The Shining Spiral Saga) (10 page)

Flash. Flash.

“I’m going to ask you to do some new stuff, but you don’t have a problem with that, do you? You’re a model, right? A professional? It’s all a show.”

Yes, Marisol nodded happily.

“A big show,” she said.

Flash, flash.

“That’s great,” said Hans. “And you’re really, really happy, okay? You’re practically falling in love with yourself. You’re just ecstatic, keep smiling, yeah?”

Smiling brilliantly, Marisol let out a long, delighted laugh. Totally! She was having a great time. This place was fantastic.

“Really tug at your bra, okay?” said Hans. Flash, flash, flash. “Push your cleavage together. Show off those tits. I know you love them.”

Smiling happily, Marisol did just that. She did
love
her tits.

Flash.

“That’s great. You look gorgeous. I know you love showing off.”

Marisol giggled happily, her pussy starting to get warm. She really did love showing off like this. It was her favorite thing in the world.

Flash, flash, flash.

“Do me a favor? Get really, really turned on? I want you to feel it. I want this to be making you a horny little sex doll, all right?”

Oh, sure. Marisol could do that. She could be a horny sex doll. Why not? This was all modeling, after all. Just acting.

Her pussy flooded with hot, easy arousal, lines of wetness beginning to drip down her stockinged legs. She licked her lips. Her fingers grazed against her nipples, and then pressed harder, tweaking them between her soft digits. Her legs splayed open, baring her barely-clad pussy to the camera.

Hans stopped for a moment, texting something on his phone. Marisol waited, feeling hot and bothered, but still brilliantly happy. She had never felt so good in her life.

Through the double-doors nearby, five strapping young men walked in, each one bigger and studlier than the last. Each was heavily muscled—and completely ripped, not a shred of fat on them. They all wore tight boxer shorts, the kind that let Marisol know exactly what kind of package they sported. Each must have been a monster...and at the sight and proximity of the beautiful redhead, two or three of them seemed to be stiffening rapidly. Smiling broadly, they surrounded her—so very large compared to her minute model beauty.

“Okay, fellas,” said Hans. “Drop your pants.”

Giggling at the absurdity of the statement, Marisol scanned the faces of the handsome men around her, searching for someone else sharing her mirth.

But then...then they actually did drop their pants. Just like that. No hesitation—they had nothing to hide, and
lots
to show off. Oh god.

Each cock was bigger than the last, just like the men.

Oh god. So many big, hard, supreme cocks surrounding her. Fuck. How the hell had this happened?

She was so fucking turned on. Why couldn't she calm down? Everything was so arousing all of a sudden.

“Wh-what’s happening?” she said to Hans, who had shifted forward through the ring of muscled men with his camera. “Why are they...why um, like, are the hot studs all naked and stuff?”

God, she hadn’t meant to sound like such a ditz. But these cocks were so big...some of the men were stroking them, too. And they were just getting bigger and bigger, stiffer and stiffer, and starting to ooze out hot glimpses of precum. They kept rubbing their cocks, sliding the precum into their meaty flesh, making the cocks shiny and wet. Marisol let out a hot, needy moan.

“I thought,” said Hans, flashing the camera at her, “that you were a professional. Aren’t you?”

“I...I-I am, it’s just...”

“Then you ought to let them fuck you. Just look at the camera, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”

Look at the camera. Don’t worry.

Flash. Flash. Flash.

Every flash eroded another piece of her will. She didn’t have to care, didn’t have to worry. There were so many strong, strong men around. Certainly, they could take of everything for her.

Flash. Flash.

Marisol dropped to her knees, pushing her face toward the nearest cock she could see.

Something about that camera flash was affecting her, she realized, bringing a hand up to thoughtfully slide over the cock she had gotten so close to. It was making her all...all weak-willed and silly.

It was making her act like a proper little girl for once. She was so happy to act like a real woman should—submissive and sweet.

And fertile, too, she realized. Incredibly fertile.

“You’re incredibly fertile,” said Hans, again, even though she just now realized he had said it the first time. There were so many flashes, so many new thoughts. It was so difficult to keep up with all of them. “You’re such a beautiful, fertile woman. You’ve been wasting it, though. Shouldn’t you be fucked by all these men and see how fertile you really are? They’ll give you lots of cum, all unprotected. You’ll feel more warm and filled than you ever have.”

Marisol whimpered with need, holding her big tits tight. That was
exactly
what she wanted.

But still, there were...there were so many of them!

They would break her in half!

Flash. Flash.

Oh god. There were so many of them. So many hot, male bodies, with such cut muscles and svelte hips, pressing in on her, pushing against her. They were so strong, so masculine. All of them with such hard, hard cocks, exclusively for her.

They would break. Her. In. Half.

She let out a hot, shuddery moan, her breath coating the cock in front of her face as she stroked it harder.

So many men. So many cocks. She was just a weak little girl, made to submit and give in to her superiors. How could she say no?

“I’ve been jerking off to you for years,” said one behind her. His cock pushed hard on her shoulder, nudging her further down on her knees, further down to her place.

“You’re the girl I thought of when I fucked my wife on our wedding night,” said the man in front of her, stroking her hair as she stroked him.

Her pussy dripped hot, and, unable to help herself, she ventured out her tongue to slide over the sexy, thick tip of his cock. She moaned with ecstasy.

It. Tasted. So. Good!

“Please, Sirs,” she moaned. “Please, teach me how to be a good girl for all of you!”

Quickly, they tore off what little lingerie she had on, leaving her only in her jewels and heels and stockings. These were her ornaments, while they could ornament her with their cocks. Their hands crawled over her tight, lush body as she moaned in open submission to their combined will.

The stud in front, still holding her hair, nudged his cock against her lips. Happily, she slurped it down, moaning and licking like a good girl.

She couldn’t possibly only take care of him, though—or at least, she couldn’t and still be a good girl. She grabbed the cocks of the two men at his side, gently but forcefully stroking their premium dicks—but then she realized that the last two were left out.

Happily, she laid herself out on the floor, pulling two studs down at random with her so they sandwiched her. One quickly entered her hot, willing snatch—and the other stuffed himself inside of her tight asshole. Double penetrated, just like that.

God, she was such a good girl to be able to take so much cock. And she wanted even more. Twisting herself around, she was able to moan—almost overcome with pleasure at this point—and beg for one of the studs to fill her mouth. Of course, one agreed happily—and entered her from above, so that his hot, thick balls slapped against her forehead. That way, his cock could easily drive into the vacuum of her throat, where she sucked and slurped eagerly. The other two were satisfied with her hands on their cocks as they knelt over her incredible chest, twisted upward just for their enjoyment.

Her entire body revolved around hot, perfect cock filling her up like never before. She was in love, total and complete love, with being a slut. It was so perfect for a good girl like her to be so slutty and hot and filled with cock.

From either the piledriving force into her ass, or the amazing brute strength of the cock plowing into her pussy, or the hot thrill of being throatfucked by a complete hunk, Marisol came.

And then she never stopped cumming. Her bliss peaked, and then it rose again just as it threatened to fall. Her every muscle, every fiber was consumed with hot, endless pleasure as the cocks thrust into her holes over and over. One man would cum, pause for a few moments to warm back up again, and then stiffen once more for Marisol's hot fertile bod, just like she needed.

The hard, forceful fucking being delivered to her body from all angles was too much for her brain to comprehend fully. So, it was no wonder that, when the men started cumming inside of her, flooding her throat and womb and ass and tits with warm semen, only to remain hard and continue to fuck her, that Marisol was unable to actually process what was happening.

It was definitely no surprise that she couldn’t process the fact that her brilliantly red hair was becoming even more brilliantly red—not to mention longer, thicker, shinier, and generally more voluminous altogether. She would have been delighted to see her legs longer, her pussy tighter, her tits bigger, her face just a bit more sexified with puffier lips and bigger eyes.

But of course, she saw none of that. Perhaps, as one stud’s sweet nectar flowed down her throat, she could see out of the corner of her eyes as her tits ballooned up and swelled outward.

It’s hard to say. Marisol certainly didn’t want to concern herself with anything except for the brilliantly hard cocks stuffing her body full of spunk and covering her in hot, gooey white goodness.

And, little did she know (or care), the more they fucked her, the more she came, the emptier and emptier her brain became.

She did realize, however, that like, sucking and fucking cocks was just, seriously a bunch of super great fun. She should be doing it all the time!

After nearly an hour—the camera flashing the entire time—the men finally stopped. Marisol was properly covered in a veritable shower of cum. Giggling happily, she slipped up a handful from between her mountainous tits and gobbled it down, noting with delight when she saw her tits ripple and grow a bit more.

Her tits were getting bigger the more spunk she swallowed!

How fucking hot was that? How fucking great? She would be the bustiest model on the planet.

Distantly, it occurred to her that with all the cum that had flooded into her unprotected pussy, she was probably pregnant. These men seemed awfully virile, after all.

She giggled again. Preggo! That would soooo cool. Another set of curves for her to show off.

Above her, still clothed, Hans put his hands on his hips.

“Boys, I think you may have overdone it a little. Boss wants her upstairs in just a little bit.”

“We couldn’t help ourselves,” said one stud, slapping her big tits. Cum splattered everywhere. “She was just so smoking hot. Really, she still is. Do you think we can go for another round?”

Marisol nodded and giggled, moaning happily. They could go on her for as many rounds as they could handle.

* * * * *

V
ivian stepped out of the elevator into the top floor of the Shining Spiral Casino, a bit put-off. She had figured it out—figured out everything that was going on in this crazy place. The mind control, the hypnotism, the tits getting bigger, and the men and women fucking endlessly—she had seen it all!

And she was going to expose the man behind it all and let him know who he was dealing with.

She knew that her looks would distract this power-hungry man, this Mister Craft. Certainly, he seemed to focus quite a bit on the way women looked. It was the early evening, and she still wore what she had arrived in that morning: outrageously expensive heels, pants, and a blouse.

Her tight dark pants showed off her ass incredibly—not to mention the length of her gorgeous gams—and her cleavage-baring blouse was only there to display how much her incredibly buoyant, young, perfect 36DD tits didn’t need a bra. So, of course, she didn’t wear one, exposing her twin beauties to all who looked—which was, she knew, everyone she passed.

Vivian was quite accustomed to being looked at. To say that she enjoyed it didn’t was beyond the point—it was simply a fact of life. She had been designed to be looked at and admired by the entire world. There was not a single doubt of this in her mind. Whatever could make this happen—whatever could enhance it and garner her more attention—was the morally correct thing to do.

There was also not a single doubt in her mind as to what this Mister Craft was up to. Somehow, he had brainwashed Jacqueline into being some lactating lesbian’s loveslave, and drugged Marisol so that her tits would get even bigger!

So, she strutted right past the busty secretary diddling herself in front of his office, and burst through the double-doors to his expansive office. Mister Craft was at the far end—his office rather bare and spartan—sitting behind a large desk and examining a series of papers and tablets with a pen in his hand.

“Miss Ruiz,” said Craft, barely looking up from the papers on his desk. “What a surprise.”

He certainly didn’t seem surprised.

“You think you’re so smart and superior, don’t you?” said Vivian. “You think you have this all well in hand. But, what you don't know is that I'm
on to you.
”

Now he was paying attention. He set his pen down, looking bemused. “Are you now?”

“That’s right! I saw how your little Selene seduced Jacqueline. That flashy pendant and those drinks, or whatever.”

His eyes began to widen a bit. Vivian let herself stand up straighter, satisfied with the reaction. A smug smile crossed her lovely face.

“I saw that gangbang on Marisol, as well. I suppose you know that all those men could go to jail for that, and you too, for organizing it.”

He shrugged. “She certainly seemed to be enjoying it. I doubt you could put together any kind of a prison sentence with her in the state she's in. How did you see all of that?”

“As if you don’t know! Your man guided me around all day, and I ‘just so happened’ to stumble on your little orchestrated dalliances? Oh no, I don’t think so at all. That’s too coincidental. You
wanted
me to see them.”