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Interview With The Bimbo

By: king_wesley



*Before this story begins I would like to give a special thanks to the author Chrystal Wynd who has helped edit and read over this story from the beginning. 

He also contributed Chapters 6 and 7 which shall be posted here shortly.

Thank you all in advance for reading.

CHAPTER ONE: ANNABELLE AND THE BIMBO, LULU

When Annabelle arrived home from work that evening, it had felt like any other day. The reality however could not have been more different for draped over the sofa in her living room was the person that was going to change her life. 

With bright blonde hair and the mother of all hourglass figures, she certainly didn't strike Annabelle as someone who could possibly be of any significance. She looked barely twenty and was dressed like she was about to go out clubbing than to go out changing people's lives. 

"Who the hell are you?" asked the startled Annabelle. "and what are you doing in my apartment?"

The girl just smiled at her first of all. "My name is Lulu." she replied, "And I've got a story to tell."

"That still doesn't explain why you broke into my apartment."

"You're a reporter, one of the best I could find. I want you to listen to my story and to let the world know that my kind exist."

"Your Kind?"

"Bimbos."

Annabelle couldn't help but scoff at that response. "Bimbos? You mean like the giggly no brained blonde sluts that like to wear pink?"

"You really shouldn't believe the stereotypes." smiled Lulu, "There is more to bimbos, true bimbos I mean, than you would ever believe."

"Oh so you're saying you also all like to discuss the artwork of Max Beckmann over a glass of 92 Latour?" replied Annabelle sarcastically.

"Well personally I find Beckmann's use of twisted images and colours to portray the horrors of war through biblical figures to be hauntingly tragic, I wouldn't be drinking a 92 Latour though, 1992 was an awful year for Bordeaux." Lulu watched in amusement as Annabelle's jaw fell open in surprise at her response before adding, "Like I said, don't believe all the stereotypes. Just because I'm a bimbo, doesn't mean I'm stupid."

"Then what does being a bimbo mean?" asked Annabelle who was now starting to become semi-interested.

Lulu got to her feet and made her way over to Annabelle, "I'll show you." she said before grabbing a pair of scissors that were lying on the drawer beside Annabelle.

For a moment, Annabelle was worried that the girl was about to try and attack her. Her fears were soon put to rest though as the girl started hacking away at her own hair, clumps of perfect blonde hair fell to the ground making the previously perfect looking girl suddenly look like she had just lost an argument with a lawnmower.

Annabelle stood in the living room, shocked at what she had just seen. A split second later this shock turned to dumbfoundedness as before her eyes, Lulu's hair reverted to its original style. The hair she had cut off was still lying on the floor, yet she had also instantaneously grown a replacement head of hair. 

"This is what it means." declared Lulu, "There is a difference between a bimbo and some air headed slut that likes to fuck. You saw what happened to my hair just now, the same would happen if I dyed it or even tried to change style. I can only ever look like this."

"But why?" asked Annabelle, now completely hooked by what she was witnessing.

"Because nobody is born a bimbo, you are turned into one. I wasn't born this way and I certainly never used to look like this. I was changed."

"That's ridiculous, how can anybody change who you are?"

"There's a number of ways really, magic is one, hypnosis can be another. With me, it was drugs."

"Yes drugs, the work of a scientist named... well we'll get to that later. The fact of the matter is that any girl can end up like me in the wrong set of circumstances and it is time for people to know our story. Or my story at least. And I want you to write it for me. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, of course!" blurted out Annabelle, "It would be an honour. Just come by my office say tomorrow a..."

"It has to be now." stated Lulu. "I've already been here too long, we do the interview here and now or not at all."

Annabelle was too consumed with personal interest, let alone professional, to be able to turn this story down. Therefore she was more than willing to accept her demands.

"Fine, we'll do it now. Just let me get my tape recorder."

"Thank you," replied Lulu, "I knew you would hear my story."

Ten minutes later, Annabelle was ready. She was sat in an armchair with notebook in hand, tape recorder placed on the coffee table in front of her and Lulu still sprawled over the sofa across from her. It was time to begin the interview of her career. 

"So," began Annabelle, "Where do you want to begin?"

"I want to start with a simple question."

"Okay, what do you wish to ask?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"Umm, I don't know. Nineteen? Maybe twenty?"

"I'm forty two."

"What!" choked Annabelle in shock, "But you don't look a day over twenty."

"That's because I am nineteen years old." replied Lulu matter of factly.

"I don't understand." 

"It's like I told you, I wasn't born a bimbo. I became this way twenty three years ago. When I was nineteen years old."

"You're trying to tell me that you've looked just like that for over twenty years?"

"Exactly, I was born in 1967, yet maintain the body of a horny young teenager. There's nothing I can do about it either. If I cut my hair, it grows back. If I smoke a cigarette, my lungs remain clear. If I cut myself, my skin will heal without a scar."

"Are you telling me you can't die?"

"No Annabelle, I am very much mortal. A lethal blow for you would be equally lethal for me. The only difference is that I will always revert back to this state of perfection once the injury has healed."

"That's incredible." responded Annabelle, awestruck. "I mean not for you obviously, you must hate it. But it's still incredible."

"It is enough to drive the average mind insane. It is a twisted irony that a bimbos mind is so full of pep and optimism that we alone are able to endure such a fate and we alone are the only ones who suffer it." 

"I couldn't imagine whether that is a curse or a blessing."

"Over the years you come to think of it as both. When I first got turned all I could think about was sex and a desperate need for gratification. I had the IQ of a genius but my mind was foggy with ditzy language, giggles and a total inability to think clearly about anything other than sex and how to get it. 

"It took years to finally gain some control of my mind, to break free of the shackles of ditziness. I can now think with what I would quantify as about eighty percent clarity and can sometimes go up to three days before the desperate need for sex consumes me. I had to fuck three guys before coming here, just to make sure my mind would be at the optimum sharpness in order to tell you my tale. But enough of what I am now, there is plenty of time to get round to that. My story starts with who I was before..."

CHAPTER TWO: ORIGINS

It was 1987 when it happened. Back then I wasn't called Lulu, there was no Lulu. I was Louise; a nineteen year old runaway getting by from moving from town to town, taking whatever I could and then moving onto the next. My good looks and quick mind were enough to fool even the most cynical into believing that I was somebody they could trust. In a couple of weeks I could strip a village of most of its disposable income and move onto the next before anyone even arose suspicion. It was a perfect life of crime and in a country the size of America, one can always move on far enough that even when the victims realise they've been conned, you are too far away for it to be a problem.

I know you might be thinking, now that you know my story that maybe I deserve this fate, that I am being punished like a criminal should be. But please understand, I was a nineteen year old girl with no parents, no high school education and my only job prospects would be to work some dead end job for people with only a fraction of the intelligence I possessed. I know now that what I used to do was wrong, but for a nineteen year old in that situation, it can be quite easy to think that the world owes you something. I was just determined to take as much of that something as I could. 

"So what happened next?"

"I hit one town too many."

I still remember those few days like they were yesterday. It had been a few weeks since my last 'windfall' and so I was in desperate need for funds. That was when I happened upon a place called Emerald Lake. 

At first it just felt like any other town or village I had used in the past. Pleasant looking streets, lots of diners and local shops, even a British theme pub. It was the epitome of the phrase, appearances can be deceiving. For starters it took a few hours to notice that nobody in this town was ugly, not the women at least. They were... well they all looked like I do now.

"Did that not alert your suspicions at the time?"

Of course not, why would I have suspected something which at the time I 'knew' was impossible? I just assumed that maybe I'd happened across a town with a tiny gene pool or maybe even I millionaire town complete with the Barbie girl mail order brides. I was too young and naïve to be suspicious. 

"So what happened?"

I just did my normal thing; talked my way into a local hotel, borrowed some money of the kind-hearted landlord and plotted my next plan of action. It wasn't until the evening that I began to think that something was different. 

"How so?"

Well for starters, I began to realise that the women weren't just easy on the eye, they were raging sluts too. You couldn't walk into a shop, bar or restaurant without seeing some guy getting sucked or even fucked by one of these girls, even when in clear sight of everyone else in the premises.

I'd never witnessed anything as insane as that first day in Emerald Lake and quickly decided that it was best for me to get out of town first thing the next morning. 

"So why didn't you?"

It wasn't that easy. I had to get through the evening first and that, as it turned out, was impossible.

"Why? What happened?"

I got horny. I don't know how it happened but the moment I returned to my hotel room I was just overwhelmed by a desperate need to come. I tried to distract myself by watching TV but every channel was hardcore porn. What made it worse though was that the off button on the remote was disabled, the volume controls were reversed and the wires and plugs were all sealed off so I couldn't stop it. Needless to say that the state I was in, I was soon way past the idea of trying to ignore my needs and quickly onto the plan of satisfying them as quickly as possible. Twenty minutes later I was in bed, watching the TV and trying to get myself off as fast as my fingers could carry me. 

The problem was though, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get off. I was getting hornier and hornier but there was no end product. I got trapped in a desperate loop where the harder I tried to come, the hornier I got and the hornier I got, the harder I tried to come but it just was not happening. It was clear that for whatever reason I needed more than just my fingers to get to where I wanted to go.

An hour passed and I still could not get what I needed. My vibrator couldn't do the job, nor could the shower head in my room or even the wide variety of vegetables I ordered through room service as I desperately ran out of ideas. I knew I was left with no other choice than to go out and find a guy to satisfy my craving. Believe me, I abhorred one night stands, never had them. But this was an emergency. 

I went down to the hotel bar which luckily was already quite busy. Most of the guys there were already paired up with the blonde sex puppets but there was one guy I could see who was on his own. He looked about mid-thirties, well dressed, maybe a little older than I would have liked but the state I was in then, he was more than acceptable. 

Luckily for me also, he was sat at the bar so I didn't need any excuse to go up and sit next to him. I could just approach the bar, order a drink and let him talk me into bed. 

So I sit by him at the bar, order the most provocatively named cocktail on the menu and wait for him to talk to me. However, after ten minutes of sitting there, I was still waiting. I tried smiling at him, making suggestive comments to the barman, I even undid one too many buttons on my blouse but to no avail, he just didn't react to anything. I tried scanning the bar for another single guy, but there were none, he was my only option.

I felt I had no choice but to make the first move. I asked all the usual questions, what was his name, where was he from and so forth and got all the usual answers: his name was Lester and he was a scientist, born and raised in Emerald Lake. I then started giving all the obvious signs, touching my hair, stroking his arm anything to try and make him realise it was his lucky night. 

Eventually I gave up hope of him ever asking and decided for the sake of my sanity to take the initiative. That was when I realised exactly what kind of guy Lester was and what kind of place was Emerald Lake. 

"How? What happened next?"

As casually as I could I suggested we take our conversation upstairs. He accepted the offer but on one condition; that I first sucked his cock right there where he sat. 

"But that's crazy!"

I know, and even though I was desperate, I wasn't 'that' desperate. So I told him where he could shove his suggestion and he just smiled and told me that I would be back as soon as I realised that nobody else here was going to touch me. 

So a few minutes later I was out of the bar and looking for somebody else to help me. However no matter where I turned and who I spoke to everyone told me the same thing:

"I'm sorry Miss, as much as I appreciate the offer, you're Lester's girl and there's no way I'm gonna fool around with one of Lester's girls."

No matter who I asked, it was the same reply and each time I heard that reply I just got hornier and hornier until I was almost literally at the point of madness in my desperation to come. I know it must sound crazy hearing this now but for me right then, the craving for sex felt strongly than any alcohol or drug addiction, it was consuming me. After asking what felt like every man in Emerald Lake, in my mind I was left with no choice but to accept Lester's terms. 

So fifteen minutes later, I was back in the hotel bar, ashamed of what I was about to agree to. Lester was still sat alone in the same place and with the last ounce of dignity leaving my body, I went over to him. I can remember that one conversation like it was yesterday. It was the last conversation Louise ever had. 

"So Lester, still want to have some fun upstairs?"

"Sorry girl, not in the mood for it anymore."

"Oh come on Lester, I promise to blow you right here first like you wanted."

"Sorry Lulu, but I expect you to do a lot better than that if you wanna change my mind."

"Like what? I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement." (I remember stroking the inside of his thigh as I said this.)

"Well aren't we the desperate slut today Lulu."

"Don't call me a slut! I just wanna have some fun with you tonight."

"I will call you anything I want to call you slut. And if you want me to go anywhere near that dripping wet whorehole of yours you will tell the whole bar right now how much of a slut you are."

"No I can't please I..."

"Tell them or you won't get to come again for a very long time."

"Please!"

"Tell them now!"

"Okay, okay, I'm a slut."

"I don't think everybody heard you. Try again." 

"I'm a slut."

"Louder! I want everyone in this room to hear how slutty you are or you'll never get to have sex again!"

"Okay, I'm a slut, a dirty, horny SLUT. NOW PLEASE FUCK ME!!!"

"Not quite yet Lulu. It's one thing to say you are a slut, but I think these people need proof of just how slutty you are."

(Please understand that by this point, sex was the only thing left on my mind. I was willing to do anything in order to feel somebody's cock thrust inside of me.)

"How can I show them? What do you want me to prove?"

"It's simple. I just want you to get up on that stage over there, strip naked and masturbate in front of everybody. I want you to really put on a show."

To this day I still wonder whether I was Lulu or Louise when I rushed up on stage that evening. There wasn't even a moment's hesitation before I was out of my clothes and fucking myself as vigorously as it was possible for an index and middle finger to do so. All eyes were on me, cheering me on as I tried to show then all how much of a slut I was in order to get Lester to fuck me. 

Lester, the only one not cheering, just sat there and watched me. I felt my eyes lock onto his, unable to escape from his gaze as he finally got to his feet and came over to me. The crowd began to chant "Lester, Lester, Lester," but Lester's expression never changed. He came up on stage and without saying a word to me, unzipped himself, grabbed my hips from behind and plunged his cock inside me.

In an instant, hours of pent up frustration exploded in a wave of pleasure. I came almost instantly and then continued to do so again and again and again. After what was maybe my ninth or tenth orgasm, I felt something sharp prick my neck. To this day I don't know if that needle was just to knock me out or if it contained the formula that changed me. All I know is that when I woke up, I was no longer in the bar and I was no longer Louise.

I don't know how long I was unconscious for, it could have been hours, it could even have been days. The changes in my appearance would have suggested months, but I know I wasn't out that long. 

One of the first things that hit me when I woke up was that I was still horny. It wasn't the crazed desperate horniness of the bar, more like a state of mind. As if the horniness was a part of me as opposed to controlling me. It made me light headed and clouded my thinking. Whenever I even tried to think about where I was or how I could escape, my mind naturally wandered back to the topic of sex and when I might be able to have some. I began to masturbate just for the pure pleasure of it and it made all the troubles in my mind just drift away. I knew I was still clever and I actually hated myself for it. Thinking took so much effort, it felt so much better to let everything go and just think about sex.

It was hours before Lester came to see me and by the time of his arrival I was just happily playing with myself in order to pass the time. Whereas a normal kidnappee would get scared and angry at the sight of their kidnapper, I was buoyed by the possibility that I might get to have some sex. I was still myself to some extent, but myself was now Lulu.

Interview With The Bimbo Ch. 02



CHAPTER THREE: LIFE IN EMERALD LAKE

"So that's how you became like this?" asked Annabel,

"No, that's how I became an air headed, sex-crazed bimbo that the stereotype expects. It took years to become who I am today. On that day, when I saw Lester for the first time as Lulu, I wasn't thinking of trying to escape, or even trying to think clearly. My goals were simple, to get his cock inside me as quickly as possible because masturbation pales in comparison to having as many cocks inside you as you can get your hands on.

I wish I could say that I tried to resist him when he unlocked my cell door, that I put up a fight. The truth is though that I jumped him the second I was able. No voice in my head told me to stop, I had shed the burden of independent thought and embraced the joys of mindless slutty sex. 

"Over the next few hours, Lester fucked me in every position he could think of (as well as a few others I begged for). It seemed like both of us were insatiable and I can honestly say that I never felt happier or freer than I did that day. 

"Over the next few days I was given the opportunity to pay back all the people of Emerald Lake that I had wronged (or at least planned to wrong). The owner of the local shop, the pub landlord, I must have sucked and fucked half the town in that short period of time but by the end of it, my wrongs had all been righted and I was ready to be put to work."

"Put to work?" 

"Of course. Being a bimbo doesn't absolve one of responsibility; I had to earn my keep. Luckily Lester was a man with connections and was soon able to get me a position at the local coffee shop.

It was a simple job, just serving coffee and sucking cock, but it was honest work and I felt proud to be finally earning my keep after a lifetime of conning and scrounging."

"So you were a prostitute."

"Absolutely not! The blowjobs weren't part of my job description and I never accepted money for doing them. I was desperate to suck every new cock that came into that coffee shop and the owners didn't object as custom must have tripled during my time there. Even to this day, I still feel a small sense of pride over the effect I had on that place. There is even the odd occasion when I miss it."

"So if you were happy there, how come we are having this interview today? What changed?"

"I changed. Like I said before, a bimbo isn't a mindless slut, she's a girl for whom a lot of the time thinking and worrying is far too much effort.

"For nearly two years I was that kind of girl. Happy to just serve my coffees and suck my cocks without a care in the world. I was so blasé about intelligent thought that there was even a six month period where I descended into speaking in the third person." 

"You're kidding right?" 

"No I'm completely serious. Six months of 'Hi, what can Lulu get you?', 'Lulu wants to suck Antonio's cock', and 'Can Lulu make you happy?'. I know I told you I sometimes look back at that time with pride, but I cringe when I think of how far I fell before my epiphany."

"Epiphany?"

"It was I was May 13th, 1989. I was serving coffee to Brad, one of my regulars when I suddenly wandered if there was anything on at the cinema." 

Annabel looked at Lulu cynically, "That's it? How can that be a defining moment?"

"You don't understand. Thinking about the cinema was an independent thought. I hadn't had an independent thought in two years and I just realised it then. 

It's amazing to think that one little thought about the cinema opened the floodgates to a wave of thoughts and opinions on everything from my favourite type of coffee, to why I was sucking people's cocks for free in a coffee shop."

"But you said you enjoyed doing that."

"When I believed it was what I wanted to do I did, yes. But now I was beginning to think about everything. I started to realise that I had changed, that this cock sucking, coffee slut wasn't the real me. I was still desperate to be fucked all day, every day, but I began to think that that was a bad thing.

"I still used to see Lester everyday after work as he owned the room I lived in and also regularly brought men to me each even to satisfy the ache in my pussy that just giving blowjobs all-day couldn't cure. So when these thoughts became more and more common, I decided to speak to him about my misgivings over where my life was headed."

"How did that work out for you?"

"Not as I had hoped. That was the moment when the last of my naivety disappeared. Up until then, I saw Lester as my saviour, my confident, the man who saved me from myself and gave me a second chance at life in Emerald Lake. It never even entered my head how he was the one responsible for changing me, making me the blonde bimbo I am today.

"I went to Lester thinking he would protect me. That he would help me discover who I really am. What I got was a week of mental torture and conditioning intended to revert me back to the airhead I had been for the past two years."

"What did he do?"

"When I came to him, he was with three of his friends. As soon as he heard my plight he motioned them over to me. Instead of helping me, Lester instructed the guys to fuck me over and over again. It was impossible to fight it, my mind may have been returning, but I still had the body of a slut.

All through the night Lester and his friends had their way with me, fucking me over and over again, one at a time, two at a time, all at once, there was nothing they didn't do to me that evening. 

"By the end of the night I was a quivering, cum-filled wreck, handcuffed to a bed and left there overnight to recover.

"The next morning it began again. Lester entered with four other guys and they were each instructed to use me however they wished. However, unlike the night before, they stopped everything they were doing the moment I was getting close to coming. Over and over again they would bring me to the edge before stopping at the moment of maximum frustration. It was torture. 

"Then at about seven o'clock that evening, Lester called everyone of me and for the first time since I had come to see him, he spoke to me directly:"

"Tell me what you want." He'd told me.

"Please. I want to cum."

"Say it again." 

"I want to cum."

"Your not interested in the cinema?"

"No please, I need to cum, that's all I want."

"You don't want to talk about art or coffee or baseball."

"No No No!!! I just want to cum, please Lester, that's all I want."

"I meant it as well. All my progress until that point, all my thoughts about what I truly wanted out of life had been betrayed by my body in less than forty-eight hours.

"It wasn't enough for Lester though. After hearing me beg him, he just smiled and set the guys back on me with the same instructions as before. 

"Over the next five days, the only thing that changed was the guys that Lester brought to the room. All day they would tease my body and mind into submission before Lester would once again asked me what it was I truly wanted. 

Each time I gave him the same answer and each time it made no difference until finally on the sixth day, with me literally screaming at him that I only cared about was one thing and one thing only: to cum, he let me have my release.

After six days of begging for nothing else but orgasms, I was finally treated to about six straight hours of them as nearly every resident of Emerald Lake seemed to take turns at fucking me, and I loved it. Lester had successfully teased and fucked away all the thoughts that had come into my head until once again I was left an air headed bimbo dreaming of nothing more than my next cock.

"The next day I was uncuffed and allowed to go back to work again. I apologised to the owners and immediately fell back into the old routine, but with even more enthusiasm than before. I Wasn't just giving blowjobs anymore, there were titty-fucks, pussy fucks, shucks, anything the customer wanted. It was all on the house."

"So you just went back to before, you didn't fight at all?"

"The surprising part is that it only took me two years to begin to think independent thoughts. I met girls in Emerald Lake and all over the world who were still giggly, third person talking, airheads ten or even twenty years after their transformation.

"Nobody's mind is supposed to be strong enough to break the mental block on thinking as quickly as I did. It was why Lester had to take such drastic measures, which ironically was Lester's first mistake."

"How so?"

"Teasing me, reconditioning me that way. It meant that when the free thoughts returned to me in the summer of 1990, I remembered that Lester was not to be trusted and so was able to start planning my escape from Emerald Late. If he had been gentler with me that first time, I think he could have kept me convinced I belonged in Emerald Lake for many many years." 

"How did you escape?"

"It's not as simple as asking how. I was essentially a prisoner to the whole town, I didn't even know where I could run to, I didn't have a car and taking a bus or train was far too risky. Before I could think about escaping there were many things I had to do."

"Like what?"

"For starters I needed to find a way to increase the time I could go without craving sex. My returned independence within my mind was still trumped by the dependence of my body on cocks and orgasms. There was no point trying to run if thirty minutes down the road I was looking for some guy to fuck, especially when any guy I do find is ninety nine percent likely to be from Emerald Lake."

"Why couldn't you just try to spend each day having as little sex as possible then?"

"The town thought I was a mindless slut. I worked every day in a coffee shop where I fucked everyone who came (and enjoyed it immensely). When I got home A friend or two of Lester's would also be waiting for me. There was no opportunity for me to try and choose not having sex and if I tried turning it down even once, people would get suspicious. I needed to find a way to break my daily routine without arousing suspicion."

"And how could you do that?"

"I used my dumbness. Ironically I was lucky that before this second recovery, my mind managed to revert right back to full of air headed Barbie bimbo. This meant that I had to act this way even though my brain had returned, but it also meant nobody was surprised if I started to do stupid things.

There was an area of grass across the road from the coffee shop where a few university students would play soccer after class. They knew me quite well as I had sucked all their cocks many times and regularly came into the shop to borrow a ladder when the ball got stuck on our roof.

So it was one Tuesday in August, when I had just finished giving Fred the butcher his morning titty-fuck and the boys came in asking for the ladder. 

At that moment inspiration hit me. If I somehow injured myself, I would have to have time off work to heal. So I fetched the ladder for the boys as normal and then decided to feign a 'naughty idea'. 

"Why don't I get the ball for you nice boys?" I asked them. "But I forgot to wear any underwear today so I hope you won't try to look up my skirt while I'm climbing." I smiled my sluttiest smile, hoping they would think with their cocks and let me climb the ladder. They of course accepted my offer and soon I was nine feet up a ladder, shaking my naked ass and pretending to reach for a football.

"I looked down at my audience, pretending to be embarrassed they were looking at me. In fact I was searching for a good place to fall and saw an area of concrete free of onlookers. 

I took a deep breath and reached for the ball once more. However this time I deliberately overbalanced and before anybody could catch the ladder I had landed smack on the concrete." 

"Did it work?" asked Annabel, "I thought you were indestructible."

"Only with regards to appearance. My hair and skin and things you can see will never change or blemish. Bones however, break just as easily and anybody else's. So when I hit the concrete, my cuts and bruises healed almost instantly. Luckily though, I had broken both my arm and ankle, so had to be taken to hospital."

CHAPTER FOUR: THE ROAD TO RECOVERY

Emerald Lake hospital was an incredible. Everything was state of the art, the hospital building, the machinery, everything. The nurses were even more amazing. Each one of them was a big breasted blonde bombshell like myself, not only that but they giggled and talked about sex all the time, flirting with patients and doctors alike. 

However, even though they were barely able to tie their own shoe laces without assistance, they were probably the best trained nurses you'll ever see. When it came to medicine, they were perfect. It was like somebody had found a way to still turn people into bimbos whilst letting them retain or improve any skills that were valuable to the running of the town.

My time at Emerald Lake hospital taught me a lot about myself. Firstly, that I was bisexual. As well as administering world class medical care, the nursing staff also made sure my sexual needs were met.

Secondly, I could survive to an extent without sex. The hospital took a surprising amount of care to make sure I recovered as quickly as possible, which meant that sex was kept to a minimum. Lester still came with the odd visitor or two, but overall my libido was mostly been attended to my the dedicated nursing staff. I still found myself craving cock or tongue if I went more than a few hours without, but I started to believe that I could possibly manage to get at least three or four hours away from Emerald Lake before needing to find a cock-stop. The only questions left now were how to escape and where I could go.

The latter question was answered for me when I overheard two doctors discussing their weekend plans. One told the other about how he was planning to spend it outside of Emerald Lake but couldn't decide. He was torn between a very sinister sounding city to the South East, or a much brighter and fun sounding city to the South West. In the end, the doctor opted for the second option as the South Easterly city had an unsavoury reputation even for a resident of Emerald Lake. I couldn't help but feel he made the right choice and now thanks to listening in on this conversation, I now had a place to go 

Of course I knew next to nothing about this other place, but I felt that anywhere that was wasn't Emerald Lake had to be an improvement and judging by this doctor's estimated time of arrival there, this city of hope must be no more than two hundred miles away: far enough to be a safe distance away from Emerald Lake yet not so far as to be impossible to get to in a day. My three step plan for getting the hell out of town was now two-thirds complete."

"So how did you get out?"

"I had to be patient. I knew I may only get one shot at this and that capture could mean being conditioned into permanent airhead oblivion.

I also knew that two broken bones were not going to aid my escape, so it was best for the moment to focus on healing and extending my resistance to horniness as much as possible. I probably had about three weeks to wait before I would recover fully and be expected to go back to work so I focused my time on thinking as much as possible. It was hard to study without being able to ask for books, but I knew the more I sharpened my mind the more I could repress the bimbo inside me. I focused on listening to doctors conversations as they passed or while I they chatted about cases during a tandem cocksucking. I tried to learn the medical terms, the names of the drugs that were used, anything that took my mind off sex.

I still needed a good fucking daily of course and Lester more than provided for that need along with the staff and patients of the hospital, but I was starting to learn to live without a constant stream of cocks inside me. My mind was growing, and with it my capacity to come up with a plan to escape. A plan which came to me the day before I was due to be discharged from Emerald Lake Hospital.

The next day I was released from hospital with my arm and ankle feeling better than they ever had before. I gave all the doctors a goodbye blow before Lester took me home. 

"That night Lester fucked me for the first time since the day I woke up in the cage. It was a strange feeling being with him again after so long of just seeing him as a spectator while his friends and acquaintances actually did the deed. It was almost as if he knew this could be the last time he'd ever get the chance to have me again. By 3am we had finally exhausted each other out and he left without a word, leaving me to contemplate my plans for the next day. I knew that it was now or never."

CHAPTER FIVE: ESCAPE FROM EMERALD LAKE

The next morning I left the house two hours earlier than normal, my handbag packed with as many essentials as it could carry without arousing suspicion. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before as I slowly walked down the road to work hoping for opportunity to strike. 

Thankfully, before too long a red pickup pulled beside me and a young early, probably in his early twenties stopped to say hello. Naturally I accepted his unspoken invitation and got in the passenger seat, placing my hand on his crotch as we begin to chat.

"You're up early this morning." he asked me.

I told him it was because I felt like doing something naughty before work. 

"How naughty?" 

I knew I'd gotton his attention; it was time to reel in the fish...

"Lulu wants to be really naughty, like super sexy naughty."

A broad smile beamed across his face as he eased my hand inside his pants. "Well, we're all alone now. How about we have a bit of fun.?"

As soon as I heard those words I knew I was in control of the conversation. I giggled and told him. "Yay! Lulu loves fun. But here is like totally boring today. Lulu wants to be fucked in Emerald Lake, that would be hot."

The guy hesitated slightly. Emerald Lake itself was about three miles out of town and I heard that not many people were allowed to take women up there. He told me he wasn't sure if that was a good idea and that we could be just as naughty where we were. Luckily he was young and so still got excited whenever he had an opportunity for sex as opposed to the older men of the town who just expected it. I played on the fact that we could swim naked together in the lake and that I was able to hold my breath for a very long time. My argument did the trick and soon we were driving up to the perfectly secluded Emerald Lake.

When we arrive there I immediately got out of the pickup. I was already naked from during the drive as I needed to play the part of sex crazed bimbo a little longer for my plan to work, but also I didn't know how long I would have to wait for my next fuck so I thought that as I still had time before anyone would start to miss me, I should maybe get in a good fucking before I ran.

I dived into the lake and begin to tread water a few feet from the bank, inviting the guy to join me. He didn't need a second invite as he threw his discarded clothes (and most importantly his keys) in a pile next to mine and dived into the lake with me. 

The minute he hit the water I set upon him, riding him as vigorously as the tide allowed much to his appreciation. Once again his youth and inexperience played into my hands as we came together within a matter of a few minutes. As I waited for his cock to reawaken I continued to kiss him before proving to him that I really could hold my breath for a long time underwater, and even manage to do a fair few other things whilst under there. 

A few minutes later and we were fucking again, scratching the itch that was always with me in order to give myself as much clarity of mind as I could. With my body and mind both now prepared for the journey ahead, it was time to get the hell out of Emerald Lake. 




Interview With The Bimbo Ch. 02



Once my eager partner had managed to cum for the third time, I suggested spicing things up further with a few toys. I whispered to him that I had a couple of surprises in my bag but that I had left it in the car. He offered to fetch it of course and I declined, suggesting that he would much prefer to watch me fetch them. He agreed that that was a much better plan and I was soon being given a helping hand out of the Lake before stumble to the ground just close enough to his clothes to be able to pick up his keys. Before the guy even realised he was being robbed, I had the keys in the ignition and was on my way out of town. 

The plan had worked. I was free and driving, albeit naked, on the empty South Westerly highway to my salvation. The wonderful city that I had overheard the two doctors talking about, the city where all the hope for my future lay, the town of Crystal Heights...



Interview With The Bimbo Ch. 03



CHAPTER SIX: CRYSTAL HEIGHTS

"And so at last I escaped Emerald Lake," said Lulu.

Annabelle realized she was literally on the edge of her seat. She slid back and settled in once more, taking a breath as she organized her thoughts.

"Wow," she said. "Okay, so you got away from Lester and you were driving toward Chrystal Heights."

"Yes," said Lulu. "I stopped only briefly to get dressed- I was naked, after all- and then sped away from Emerald Lake with as much speed as I dared. I had been through this area previously, but my memory of the area was sketchy at best. Darkview was close as well, of course, but Darkview had an unsavory reputation even then, and I felt it best to stick to my original plan. Chrystal Heights."

Annabelle made a note. "So, you went to Chrystal Heights," she said, "and you were home free then, right?"

Lulu laughed. "Hardly," she said. "Chrystal Heights is...different."

"Different?" said Annabelle. "I'm sure it is, but I would think it was better than Emerald Lake."

"Perhaps. At any rate, I drove as fast as I dared. I had no idea how long it would take Lester to figure out that I had fled. I was hoping also to gain time by the fact that he had no sure idea where I was going. Chrystal Heights wasn't a logical destination for me, and I hoped that would give me enough of a lead to give me time to change cars."

"Several hours later, I reached the outskirts of Chrystal Heights. The adrenaline rush from escaping had faded, and the aching need for sex was filling that void."

Lulu turned and looked out the window, her eyes far away. "I saw a diner...the Chrystal Diner. Being a diner waitress, it seemed a good place to stop and catch my breath, so to speak. Something familiar." She laughed without humor. "I should have known better, of course."

Annabelle raised an eyebrow. "A diner is bad?"

"Not in the traditional sense, no," said Lulu, "but I had worked in a diner for several years at that point. And I was conditioned to a degree by that."

"I'm not sure I-"

"Blowjobs."

Annabelle remained silent as the significance of Lulu's statement set in. Then she said, "Oh."

Lulu continued looking out the window. "Yes, blowjobs." She shook her head slowly. "One does not shuffle off months and years of conditioning that easily, particularly when one's body simply cries out for it."

"I entered and sat down, taking in the familiar sounds and aromas. I was in my natural environment. I felt I could pick up a pad and take an order and no one would be the wiser."

"It sounds like you should have gone to work there," said Annabelle.

"Don't you see?" said Lulu. "It was...too familiar. I began humming to myself as I sipped my coffee. My needs, however, were growing, and I knew...I thought I knew...what I could do to satisfy them."

"Surely there was someone available for you to, ah, relieve yourself?"

"I thought there was, yes," said Lulu. "There were several male customers and even some female customers that seemed they would be receptive to any advances I might make."

"Then what was the problem?" asked Annabelle.

"Everyone at the Emerald Lake diner knew me," said Lulu. "Wives were not offended when I offered to satisfy their husbands because they knew me. Neither were girlfriends. That," Lulu made a wry face, "wasn't the case here."

"Hmmmm," said Annabelle. "I see what you mean."

"Granted, I didn't have to give blowjobs," said Lulu, "but after years of doing so, the urge was essentially a need. One I needed satisfied."

Lulu stared out the window once more. "So I took some chances I shouldn't have taken. I started offering my services to everyone. And when a man walked over from the other side of the restaurant to request my service, I felt the erotic rush and thought everything was finally going my way."

Annabelle scribbled notes, finding herself on the metaphorical edge-of-her-seat. "His name was Joe. He stepped outside to make a phone call, and then we went to his truck. I was no stranger to giving blowjobs in the front seat of a vehicle, and soon my mass of blonde hair was bobbing in his lap."

Lulu began to pace. "I felt almost giddy as my mouth stroked over his hardness. My belly muscles actually twitched in anticipation. It felt...natural."

Lulu sighed. "When his hands suddenly tightened in my hair, my elation spiked and I actually squealed. Moments later, my belly full, I felt a sense of fulfillment. Yes, it would be tough...but I could make it on my own, away from Emerald Lake. I sat up and smiled at Joe."

"I exited the truck with a sense of purpose. I could do this!" Lulu gave a humorless chuckle. "And that's when I saw the two men waiting for me outside the truck."

Annabelle looked up from her pad, face intent. 

"I couldn't believe Lester had found me so fast," said Lulu. "I tried to run, but they grabbed me. I tried to fight, to plead...I even tried to bite. It was almost impossible, however. Being so close, physically touching those men...even though they were strangers, it felt natural to be pressed against them. It was...erotic."

"Then Joe came around from the other side of the truck. He looked me over and then nodded to the men."

"Yeah, that's her," said Joe. "She's changed her hair color and styled it differently, and her, ah, curves are a lot more pronounced now, but that's her all right. That's Louise. She's the one who cleaned out my brother's account."

My eyes widened as I felt my wrists handcuffed behind me. "Congratulations, Louise," said one of the men. "You get a free stay at one of Chrystal Heights' finest resorts...the Chrystal Heights Jail."

Furious and humiliated, my belly filled with his cum, my words for Joe were decidedly unbimbo-like.

*****

"So," said Annabelle, "you're telling me they weren't Lester's men?"

"No, they weren't," said Lulu. "They were detectives. I had been recognized from my pre-Emerald Lake life...and subsequently arrested."

"Oh, no," said Annabelle. "That's terrible."

"At the time," said Lulu, "I wasn't so sure it was a bad thing. For one thing, I thought it would throw Lester off my trail. He would hardly think to look for me in a Chrystal Heights jail. Also, I thought it might give me a chance to take a break from cock. A detox, so to speak." Lulu shook her head. "I couldn't have been more wrong."

Annabelle looked at Lulu. "What do you mean?" 

Lulu continued as if she hadn't heard. "It was...not good. The physical need became unbearable. I screamed. I cried. I offered myself to male guards. I couldn't think of anything except cock."

"How did you get through it?"

"I licked women," said Lulu. "It wasn't quite as satisfying, but needs must when the devil drives. I became an obsessive licker of pussy, and my cell mates took quite the bit of pleasure from my state."

"I see," said Annabelle. "And what were the authorities doing about your case?"

"My lawyer was a public defender named Tyler," said Lulu. "He was a conscientious worker, but he was limited in what he could do for me."

"Limited?" said Annabelle.

"Yes," said Lulu. "He explained that I had been assigned to 'The Rack's' docket."

"The Rack?"

"Judge Hanover," said Lulu. "I thought myself lucky, however. The other women in jail had indicated that he never gave jail time."

"That would have sounded good to me, too," said Annabelle.

"Tyler, however, said I shouldn't be fooled by jail cell talk," said Lulu. "He said that it was true that Judge Hanover didn't usually give jail time, but that was only because he was interested in true justice."

"But that's a good thing, isn't it?" asked Annabelle.

"Not if you're actually guilty," said Lulu. "And I was."

CHAPTER SEVEN: ON THE RACK

Judge Hanover's courtroom- 1990

"All rise!"

Lulu rose to her feet as Judge Hanover entered and sat down. He was older than her, of course...in his early fifties, perhaps. His hair was black, but receded to the back of his head. He certainly didn't look as intimidating as Tyler made him sound. She had expected him to be taller.

Hanover turned to the bailiff. "Call the first case," he said, in a surprisingly deep voice.

The bailiff looked at his clipboard. Then he called out, "The People of Chrystal Heights versus Helen Desjarden!"

A young brunette stood and approached the bench. The judge glanced over his notes, then looked at Helen.

"All right, Miss Desjarden," said the judge. "It states here that you were verbally and physically aggressive with a beach parking meter attendant."

"That's not true, your Honor," said the brunette. "I was simply upset because she was giving me an unfair parking ticket. That parking meter was broken."

"I see," said the judge. "It also states that you referred to her in a disrespectful manner and attempted to grab her ticket book."

"She had no right to give me a ticket, your Honor!" said the girl. "That meter was broken!"

Judge Hanover looked at Helen. "How old are you, Miss Desjarden?"

"Twenty-four, your Honor."

"I see," said the judge, glancing at his notes. "You called her a 'rug-munching waste of space?'"

"Well, yeah," said the girl. "Everybody knows she's a lezzie."

"And then you grabbed her arm and tried to snatch her ticket book," said the judge.

"Not at all, your Honor!" said Helen. "I just tripped and fell, that's all! It was a complete misunderstanding."

"I will have the Truth, Miss Desjarden," said the judge. He turned to the bailiff. "Swear her in."

The bailiff brought over a book and instructed Helen to place her right hand on it. Then the judge spoke.

"Do you Swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

Helen's voice sounded strangely vibrant as she said, "I do."

"Very good," said Hanover. "Now tell me what happened that day."

Helen offered a confident smile. "I was looking really hot at the beach and all the guys were just checking me out, so I didn't bother going back to put change in the meter in time. When I got there, I realized that the stupid lezzie meter maid was writing me a ticket. I got mad and called her some names and then tried to grab the ticket book, 'cuz I figured if I got it away from her, I could destroy the evidence."

Judge Hanover nodded, then clasped his hands together. "I thought as much," he said. "Is the meter maid here?"

Helen blinked, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Wait!" she said. "That's not what I meant to say!"

"Silence!" said the judge.

A dark-haired woman stood up. "I am the meter maid, your Honor," she said.

The judge looked at her. "Ah, yes, you are Charlene Murphy, correct?"

"Yes, your Honor," she said. "My friends call me Charlie."

"That's fine, Charlie," said the judge. "Is it true that you prefer the company of women?"

"Yes, your Honor," she said. "It's just the way I am."

"That's fine, Charlie," said the judge. "I just wanted to be sure." Then Hanover turned to Helen. 

Helen said, "Your Honor, I-"

"Silence!" said Judge Hanover. "Helen Desjarden, I find you guilty of assault. You are hereby Sentenced to orally satisfy Charlie three days per week, on days of Charlie's choosing. You will do this for the next twelve weeks. Furthermore, you will receive a tongue piercing at this time in order to intensify the sensations for Charlie. You will be given one week to heal, at which time the twelve weeks will then commence. That is All!"

"One week!" said Helen. "But, your Honor...!"

Then, even as she spoke, Helen's eyes glazed over. She stared into space. Then her lips parted and her tongue slid out. The bailiff stepped forward and applied a clamp to the girl's tongue. He then stretched out her tongue and slid a needle through it. Helen showed no reaction. 

The bailiff continued his work under the judge's steely gaze. After a minute, he stepped back.

"It's done, your Honor," he said.

"Very good," he said. Then he said, "Next!"

Helen's eyes then seemed to clear. "Buh, your Honor...!" she blinked, eyes widening at her thick lisp.

"Your piercing has been performed, Miss Desjarden," said the judge. "Your Sentence commences in one week."

Helen Desjarden was led away. Charlie smiled and left the courtroom as well.

"Call the next case, bailiff," said the judge.

The bailiff stepped forward. "The People of Chrystal Heights versus Louise, a.k.a. Lulu," he said.

Lulu stood and approached the bench. She better understood Tyler's concern now.

Judge Hanover gazed down on Lulu. "So you're the minx that cleaned out so many men- young and old- across so many cities," he said. He looked her up and down. "I thought you'd be taller."

Lulu's bimbo appearance was presently the bane of her existence, but she thought she might actually be able to use it to her advantage in this situation. She opened her eyes wide and tried to sound as innocent as possible. "Ummmm...I think that may be kind of an exaggeration, your Honor," she said.

"You do, do you?" said the judge. "Why don't you explain to me why?"

"Well, your Honor," said Lulu, "I admit I may have been careless about paying some debts, but I really intend to pay everybody back. Honest!" Lulu nodded in the most sincere manner she could manage.

"I'm sure you do, young lady," said Hanover. He steepled his fingers. "It seems you're quite the unusual case."

Lulu blinked. "I am?" 

"Yes," said the judge. "This court has been in contact with the prosecution offices of the various cities in which you perpetrated your various indiscretions. Because this court has certain resources available, the various offices have agreed- enthusiastically, I might add- to combine all charges. They will accept this court's rulings and subsequent sentencing in place of their own."

Lulu looked at the judge blankly. "Ummmmmm...?"

"In other words, Louise," said Hanover, "all pending legal issues for all cities will be addressed here and now."

Lulu brightened. "Oh!" she said. "Good! We can get this taken care of right now, then."

"Indeed, young lady," said Hanover. "You are charged with multiple counts of exploitation and theft. How do you plead?"

Lulu widened her eyes, contriving to appear as innocent as possible. "Oh, not guilty, your Honor!" she said. "I'm sure you understand there's been a misunderstanding. As soon as we're done here, I'll just scoot right over to the parties involved and make full amends, your Honor."

"On that, we are agreed, Louise," said Hanover. "Now, let's see...do you recall a Richard N. in Diamond Valley?

"Well...yesssss, I suppose I do," said Lulu. "He was sweet."

"Yes...to the tune of one thousand, five hundred dollars."

"Well...he was very sweet."

"Donald H. in Onyx Pass?"

"Err...yes..."

"One thousand, seven hundred dollars. Franklin B. from Krisburg?"

"Ummmm..."

"Nine hundred dollars. Jason T. from Rubytown?"

"Vaguely..."

"One thousand, one hundred dollars."

"Okay...okay, your Honor," said Lulu. "I understand there may be, ah, ethical issues here, but I didn't really steal all that money. I mean, some of it was for, you know, me being sweet."

Judge Hanover set his papers down and locked eyes with Lulu.

"Actually, Louise," said the judge, "those amounts are what you stole from their accounts and homes. This doesn't include the amounts they were foolish enough to part with while wining and dining you."

"Well...I mean..."

Judge Hanover sat back and gazed at me, stroking his chin. "Interesting," he said. "I had an idea for restitution, but it seems someone has beat me to it. Unusual."

"I don't understand, your Honor," said Lulu.

"No matter," said the judge. "Louise, this is a long, long list of victims. You entered towns, cleaned out citizens of their funds and life savings and, when it got too hot, you left town."

Lulu squirmed. "Well, yes, your Honor, but I'm sorry, okay?"

"No," said the judge, "it is not okay. All told, and rounding off in a manner most generous, the amount of stolen funds is two hundred twenty-five thousand dollars. Louise, you are Sentenced to use your newly acquired physical assets to raise money to provide full restitution to all victims herein listed. You will meet with the legal representatives of your various victims and they will decide whether they prefer restitution in financial or sexual service format. If they choose the latter, you will service them in any manner they choose, be it oral, anal or otherwise, providing it is not life-threatening. You shall also cover all legal fees in the same manner. That is All."

"What?!" said Lulu. She stamped her foot. "Your Honor, that is not fair!"

"I will have order!" said Hanover. "Louise, You have repeatedly displayed a lack of respect for the person of this court. I find you guilty of Contempt of Court."

"Fine!" said Lulu.

"Tell me, young lady," said the judge, "do you know why they call me 'The Rack'?"

"No," said Louise. "I assumed it was an exaggeration, like saying you're a torture rack.

"I am called 'The Rack' for a reason," said the judge. "Louise, I Sentence you to possess E-sized breasts. Furthermore, as you lack verbal respect, I hereby Sentence you to speak using only vocabulary block 'B', with a prime on monosyllabic words. This lock on your vocabulary shall remain in effect until such time as your restitution is fully paid. That is All."

Lulu blinked. She was sentenced to have large breasts and talk with a specific vocabulary?

And that's when she felt the pressure.

Lulu gasped as her breasts bulged over the top of her bra. Tyler reached behind her and unsnapped her bra through her top with deft twist of his fingers. Her breasts continued swelling through yet another cup size before slowing and finally stopping. Lulu blinked as she realized she now had an overwhelming rack to go with her already lush curves.

"My...my boobs, your Honor!" said Lulu. "They're, like, really big!" 

Someone in the courtroom snickered, and Lulu realized something was wrong. 

"Omigod!" she said, giggling. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

Judge Hanover harrumphed. "You shall remain in this state until such time as restitution has been fully made. Upon the final payment, your normal vocabulary will return and you'll be permitted to leave Chrystal Heights. You'll likely have to retrain your vocabulary patterns, and your present physical challenges will remain in place, unless, of course, you come across a cure on your own."

"I...have to keep, you know, talking like this, cutie? Err, your Honor, I mean?"

"Yes, Louise, you do. Justice will be served."

*****

Annabelle set down her pad. "That's an incredible story, Lulu," she said.

"Yes," said Lulu. "Emerald Lake turned me into a lush sex toy...but Chrystal Heights turned me into a bimbo."

Annabelle shook her head. "Incredible," she said. 

"Yes," said Lulu. "And my troubles weren't over yet. My transformation was complete by this point...I looked, talked and acted like a stereotypical air-headed bimbo. The shift in my vocabulary was more far-reaching than I had realized. It translated my every statement into bimbo-speak. Attempting to say 'Good morning' would result in a giggly 'Hiya, cutie!' or something similar. I had no way of convincing anyone that I had a working brain...in particular, potential employers."

"I see," said Annabelle.

"Regardless, by order of Judge Hanover, I now couldn't leave Chrystal Heights until I had paid everything back," said Lulu. "The only man I feared more than Lester at that point was The Rack...but that didn't change the fact that Lester was still out there. And now, not only was I trapped in a bimbo body, I was trapped in a bimbo lifestyle as well."



Interview With The Bimbo Ch. 04



CHAPTER EIGHT: PAYBACK'S A BITCH

"So how did you get out?" asked Annabelle. 

"I didn't." replied Lulu, "At least not for a very long time. There is more than one reason why I am telling you this story in 2010 and so far we are only up to 1990." 

"You spent twenty years in Crystal heights"

"Pretty much. And that's only because I had a lucky break."

"You call twenty years as a bimbo lucky?"

"Definitely. With the average wage for a bimbo in a place like Crystal Heights, I'd have been lucky to earn two hundred thousand dollars in fifty years, yet alone twenty."

"I don't understand."

"There's no need to offer a bimbo decent money to do any of the jobs she is capable of. She just wants the cocks, she doesn't care about the wage."

"So you were priced out of the market?"

"Exactly. No serious company would employ me as I didn't have the look or the vocabulary suited to a reputable company and the coffee shops and bars were full of girls happy to work on an 'all you can fuck' basis. There was nowhere for me to go."

"So what did you do?"

"I had no choice. I was found a café that was willing to let me work for free, but keep half of any 'extras' I earned."

"But that's criminal!"

"I know, but it was still the best I could get at the time and I needed to start paying earning back one hundred and fifty thousand dollars ASAP."

"One hundred and fifty? I thought it was two hundred and twenty-five?"

"If you remember, clients were allowed to choose either financial or sexual payback. Approximately one in three chose the sexual option. I spent an entire year meeting different people after work whom I had wronged in some way in the past. Thirty two men, fourteen women, three couples and a pre-op named Bernard all were granted one week each to have me as their personal obedient sex slave between the hours of 8pm and 3am each night."

"Fifty people chose sex over getting their money back?"

"Is it that hard to believe? In a lot of these cases it was money they never expected to see again. These people were given the choice of one or two thousand dollars, or their own private and court ordered to be willing sex slave for a week. Seeing as the majority of people I had conned, were the type who I felt were not really going to miss the odd couple of grand, I was surprised the number wanting sexual payback wasn't higher."

"So you pretty much had sex every night after work for a year as part of your sentence?"

"Not just sex, no. That would have been a walk in the park compared to what I was made to do over that year. Sure there were one or two people that were happy to just fuck the uber-breasted bimbo over and over again for a week, but most wanted much more than that."

"Like what?"

"Over the course of that year I was made to become all sorts of things. One week I was straight, the next a lesbian, the next bi. I had threesome, foursomes, orgies, gangbangs and some forms of group sex that I still don't know the words for."

"My god!!!"

"You kind of got used to it after the first couple of months. Most followed a similar pattern and you expected them to bring friends along for the fun on at least a couple of the nights. I was dressed up, dressed down, submissive, dominant. I don't think there are many kinks I wasn't exposed to over the course of my sexual 'payback'."

"Were there any particular people that stood out?"

"Two or three. There was one guy who wanted to take me to every expensive restaurant, bar and theatre in Crystal Heights, but forced me to keep a remote control vibrator inside of me the whole time which he would turn off and on at his leisure when it suited him. There was one notable time when an entire audience witnessed me really enjoying the climax to Les Miserables."

"What a freak!"

"Freak? He was tame. My week with him was memorable but it wasn't extreme. That would probably be my week with The Skinners."

"The Skinners?"

"Yes, Abraham and Eleanor Skinner: a Husband and Wife hotel restaurant owners that I 'borrowed' two grand from before disappearing one night. I remember them because they had three teenage kids at the time: Elroy, Jacob and Victoria. Elroy, the oldest was about nineteen at the time and was obsessed with me he followed me everywhere. I played up to it of course as I thought it gave me a better shot of getting more money out of the parents when the time came but he was a really weird kid. The twins, Jacob and Victoria were not much better, but Elroy I remember most. 

"Anyhow, Abraham and Irene were always talking about how cute a couple we could have made and I tried to laugh it off and agree that Elroy was a great catch, but as soon as I got my money I was out of there.

"Two years later and I am face to face with Abraham and Eleanor Skinner for the first time since that they and they have not forgotten a thing. They tell me that Elroy was devastated by me leaving that day and waiting for me every night for months to come back and that this week the entire family is going to show him that I was nothing but a filthy whore and he can move on with his life."

"That doesn't sound too crazy." Said Annabelle.

"Just wait till you hear what happened." Replied Lulu. "The first night was as I had come to expect. Abraham Skinner fucked me a couple of times while Eleanor watched. Then I was made to lick her out as Abraham watched. Then they took turns at spanking me as punishment for being naughty before ordering me to sit in the corner masturbating while watching them fuck each other for the rest of the evening. 

"The next day they brought Elroy with them. At first I just assumed that the parents would leave us alone so that he could fuck me as he pleased, but I was wrong."

"How so?"

"It turned out that Elroy was a virgin and that he had been saving himself in case I ever came back. Abraham was determined that Elroy's first time with a girl was to be perfect and so what followed was one of the most fucked up lessons in sex education anyone will ever see. 

"I was instructed to position myself upon the bed on all fours and Abraham proceeded to give Elroy and in depth tour of a woman's most private areas. Elroy was coached on how twisting a nipple can make a slut moan out in pleasure, how a sharp slap of the ass can evoke cries of joy and that even the lightest stroke of the pussy can make it quiver with lust.

"Abraham talked Elroy over everything and even stood over us to make sure his son's first ever penetration went without mishap. The whole thing sounded like an Olympic Coxed pairs rowing final, with Abraham instructing his son to 'thrust...thrust...thrust...' at regular intervals while all the time I was conditioned to react like it was the greatest fuck of my life. 

"Over the course of that evening, Elroy learnt how to fuck a bimbo in every hole available to him; each time with his loving father giving tips and words of encouragement as they went. By the time 3am came, Elroy's virginity was well and truly consigned to the past. 

"The next day was almost identical to the last except that this time it was Jacob's turn to learn. Once again I was treated like the sexual equivalent of a set of training wheels whilst Abraham once again gave a lesson on how to use a bimbo to their maximum potential with similar results to the day before. 

"The next few days continued in a similar pattern with Abraham and both his sons coming each evening to partake in all sorts of group sex permutations. It was a real family affair, so much so that on the penultimate evening Eleanor evening joined in the fun once more. She took great pleasure in making me eat her out over and over again whilst the men took turns at fucking me from behind. It was one fucked up family orgy and the final evening it took its final crazy turn."

"What happened?"

"They brought Victoria along as well. They told me that she was getting married soon and needed to know everything there was to know about pleasing a man so that she could best serve her husband. I was instructed to show her everything I knew about sex, using Elroy as my model and she then mirrored me with Jacob."

"My God! But that's insane!"

"I know it is.

"Over the course of that year, I was so many things for so many people, but teaching a girl how to best fuck her own brother with her parents watching... that was the most fucked up things got. I think that was the point when my actions no longer shocked me anymore. I just resigned myself to playing my role and in a twisted sort of way it was probably a major factor in what enabled me to be here with you today."

CHAPTER NINE: WORKING NINE TILL FIVE

Annabelle was both shocked and riveted by how this story was unfolding. How Lulu was able to sit across from her and speak so matter of factly about the horrors she had endured filled her with a blossoming respect for her interviewee. She was finding herself becoming torn between wishing the story would never end and hoping that for Lulu's sake that her salvation was near.

Hearing of the things that Lulu had been forced to do every evening for almost a year, she couldn't believe it possible that anything positive came of it.

"I don't get it." She asked, "How could all that have been of any help to you?"

"Well in those evenings, I was court ordered to be whatever the plaintiff demanded me to be. I had no choice. If a guy wanted me to dress up in a ponygirl outfit with a vibrator in my pussy and drive him around Chrystal Heights' Town Square, I did it without a second thought and with a smile on my face.

"The daytime was a different matter though. During the day, only my vocabulary was regulated. I could do whatever I liked so long as I didn't leave Chrystal Heights and was contented to be a monosyllabic, big breasted, sex-crazed bimbo for the rest of my life.

"But you'd found a job."

"Yes, but I was only paid in tips. And in a town like Chrystal Heights, a quick blow job under the table doesn't get you very much since there are plenty of Hanover Honies wandering around giving it away for free while they serve their own sentences.

"Working for tips in a Chrystal Heights coffee house, you seriously have to earn your money. It was one thing to swing on over to a customer, give them a bubbly 'Hiya Cutie' and making sure they got a face full of tits as you poured their coffee. It was another entirely to maintain that happy smiley persona while doing whatever needed to be done to get them to put their hand in their pocket.

"All those evenings of being a willing participant in all things perverse, (especially my week with The Skinners) meant that after a while nothing that my customers asked of me shocked me anymore. Over time, I was able to carry out my customers' requests without flinching and thus began to earn the precious; albeit it negligible tips that were the key to my freedom.

"Within a few months I was earning almost two hundred dollars a month that I was able to use to pay back my debt. I had built up somewhat of a regular customer base with a selection of daily, weekly and monthly clients and things were finally looking positive."

"Two Hundred dollars a month is positive? You'd have been here till you were eighty!"

"Even so, it was better than nothing, which had looked liked my main prospect for the first couple of months trying to earn some money. I was able to fall into a routine, a screwed up routine I will admit, but a routine nonetheless.

"I began Monday mornings with Donny, who liked to spread raspberry jelly on my pussy instead of his toast and lick it off. That was a guaranteed five bucks in my pocket each week. Wednesdays and Thursdays were when the big money came in with the traditional Chrystal Heights Football team gang bang; twenty bucks if they'd lost, fifty if they'd won. (I think I became the team's number one fan overnight as a victory could add nearly twenty percent to my weekly income.) Finally Friday afternoon ended with the head of Chrystal Heights High School giving me private tuition. Bizarrely, I actually learnt quite a lot in those sessions as he seemed to get almost as much pleasure from me getting an A in the tests he set me as he did from giving me a spanking when I got B plus or lower.

Annabelle couldn't help but comment, "I'm amazed you can look back at that as nothing more than a weekly routine."

"What other choice did I have? Break down and cry myself to sleep every evening? I was still me; I just also had to be super-bimbo Lulu for as long as it took to earn my freedom. A routine was much easier to cope with than random meetings with nameless queues of guys whenever my body betrayed me and the need for cock consumed me. The routine kept me sane, it kept things feeling normal amidst the insanity and it was through the routine that I met Michael."

CHAPTER TEN: THE BIRTH OF VENUS "Michael?" asked Annabelle

"Yes Michael Williams, or Mike as I came to know him." Replied Lulu, "It was 1993, the year we first met and he was a junior scientist working for a company named Sleek Curvosity: a company with what some may consider somewhat questionable ethics with regards to the sort of research it did."

"In what way?"

"Well let's just say that I would not have been out of place coming off of their production line."

"Oh I see, that sounds... well typically Crystal Heights I suppose." Annabelle couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of how something so crazy had in the space of a few hours become so mundane and shock-free.

"And it was" continued Lulu, "With the exception of Judge Hannover and few others whom I heard about over the years, pretty much everything bimbo in Crystal Heights was the work of Sleek Curvosity. They were later pushed out to the suburbs when a larger and even more dominant company came to the fore a few years later, headed by the infamous Doctor Street. However, that is another story and one not for me to tell today.

"Anyway, Michael became as close to a friend to me as I probably had in Crystal Heights. He seemed to be quite close to the coffee shop owner and so it was okay for me to sit and chat with him for an hour or so whilst he drank his coffee. He never demanded sex yet always tipped a few dollars or so every time we talked."

"He never asked for sex?"

"No, never. I asked him once why he didn't and he told me it was because he felt I didn't belong with the rest of the bimbos. He was always very honest with me and never denied that he frequently sought the pleasures of the local bimbo community; the fact he worked for Sleek Curvosity meant he had access to a constant supply fresh off the production line. But he reasoned to me that those girls were bimbos in both mind and body and they were never going to change, Sleek Curvosity made sure of that, but I on the other hand was bimbo in body only.

"He told me that when he was fucking one of the other girls he could enjoy it because he knew that she truly wanted to be fucked to the point where not fucking her would actually bring disappointment and for that reason he could never enjoyably fuck me because he would know that deep down it wasn't what I wanted. It may sound crazy but he was as close to a romantic as one could ever find in Crystal Heights."

"But he still worked for that company." Argued Annabelle

"I know he did, but this was Crystal Heights, if you were interested in science in early nineties Crystal Heights then you worked for Sleek Curvosity or you didn't work. Mike always told me how much he disliked his work, the methods they used. He told me of his dreams of being able to start up a rival company and give the town an alternative.

"Inevitably my own situation became the focus of our conversations over time. We talked about Lester and my time in Emerald Lake over and over again. He listened to me like a man who was part fascinated in how a bimbo like me could exist and part hoping to think up some magic way to save me."

"Save You?"

"Yes. One of our primary discussions was about whether Bimbification was reversible or not. Mike told me that Sleek Curvosity had no interest in investing in a reversal process for their work as any mistaken transformations were just treated like an unexpected bonus by the management. My ability to fight my condition to the extent I had also convinced him that Lester's technique, although obviously different was potentially not permanent also. He also cited Judge Hannover's ability to sentence Bimbohood for a set period of time as the ultimate evidence that the process could be reversed or cured.

"He always told me that if he ever got his business off the ground, he would do everything he could to try and turn me back into Louise again and even today I still feel he was sincere when he told me that. Throughout all the sucking and fucking and licking and humping, the possibility of a potential future cure, however remote was a motivation to keep going and something I will always thank him for despite how things eventually turned out. It's probably fair to say that over our first five years together, I began to love him. And he was the only man I met who never fucked me.

"Then in 1998 he had his breakthrough. He was able to secretly patent a new style of lip gloss, one that the non-bimbo market could also use and sold it to a major cosmetics company for millions. It was enough to start the company he had always dreamed of and when he came into the coffee shop the next day, I was given an offer I couldn't refuse."

"What was the offer?" asked Annabelle

"A job offer," replied Lulu, "Of sorts."

"What do you mean of sorts?"

"He offered to pay off everything I owed in return for five years of my life. He told me he wanted to learn everything he could about me and hopefully find a way to reverse my condition. He said he wanted to discover the secret of how to reverse bimbification in order to be able to help those who needed it; people like me.

"He explained to me that it would not be an easy job, there would be numerous medical, physical and psychological tests involved and that it would involve a lot of sex with a lot of people in the name of research. He never hid anything from me as to what would be involved and I respected that. To be honest though, even if he had just told me that he wanted a bunch of guys to fuck me every day for five years I would have still said yes as regardless of the catch, five years was still a hell of a lot shorter than the time I would have needed doing pretty much the exact same thing for tips in a coffee shop.

"And with that Venus Industries was born and with me as chief guinea-pig, it was hoped that the key to unlocking the secrets of bimbification would be found in no time.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE SEARCH FOR A CURE "I Take it he never found a cure." Asked Annabelle.

"It wasn't as simple as just finding a cure." Replied Lulu, "In places like Chrystal Heights, if the wrong person wants something to be permanent then there wasn't much you could do about."

"And you had been changed permanently?"

"We didn't know. Michael's team at Venus Industries performed every type of test imaginable, both medical and sexual. When I wasn't being fucked until my ass turned blue with my body strapped up to one hundred different pieces of test equipment, I was having blood tests and psyche evaluations. Even if they weren't any closer to finding a cure, Michael's team probably discovered more about bimbos in their first six months then company's like Sleek Curvosity had discovered in years."

"What sort of discoveries?"

"Like how my horniness wasn't actually connected to the pleasure receptors in my brain."

"Really?"

"Well of course they were affected. And when I had sex the levels of certain hormones went off the charts. But they also found that normally inactive parts of the brain began to give off readings when monitored. Nobody had ever discovered that before because, well frankly, nobody had ever cared about why a bimbo was horny, just that she was."




Interview With The Bimbo Ch. 04



"So a bimbo's thoughts originate from a completely different part of the brain to other people's?"

"It's ironic isn't it? That to live as a bimbo actually requires using more of the brain than to lead a normal intelligent life."

"What else did they find out?"

"My blood is different also?"

"How Different?"

"It contains chemicals not present in blood like yours which is again due to secretions from the brain; it is how my body is able to be permanently under the control my bimbo mind. The Venus scientists carried out some tests injecting my blood into mice and found that both males and females began to elicit highly sexualised behaviour soon after, however it naturally wore off after a few hours. To cause permanent behavioural change required isolating the chemical in the blood and injecting it directly into the brain."

"So they created bimbo mice?"

"Not just mice. Further tests showed similar effects on dogs, monkeys and people."

"They used human test subjects?!"

"There are always women waiting to be made into bimbos in Chrystal Heights. You just put out a few fliers offering free tea and chocolate to anyone wanting to try out a new bimbo drug and the next morning there were applicants queuing up outside. Nobody ever asks any questions about why this is the case.

"The point was though that they discovered that an injection of my blood had temporary bimbifying properties due to it containing trace amounts of the chemical my brain secretes to keep me under control. Once the doctors were able to isolate and manufacture this chemical, they found that the resulting formula's effects were much more permanent."

"So in trying to cure you, Venus Industries only succeeded in creating newer ways to make more bimbos?"

"Not Quite. Three years into my time there, they were to make one major breakthrough: A vaccination."

"Vaccination?"

"Yes. Venus's Scientists were able to create a counter-reactant that could effectively immunise and protect the bimbo-receptive part of the brain, if administered before the subject had had any contact with what they dubbed the 'Bimbo Hormone'.

"So they could prevent bimbification but not reverse it?"

"Exactly, once an unvaccinated subject is injected with the Bimbo Hormone the effects on the brain are permanent short of high-risk brain surgery and personally, as bad as my situation may be, I would always take mindless slut over brainless zombie any day of the week."

"So even though you never found a cure, it looks like you helped achieve a lot of good at Venus Industries."

Annabelle saw Lulu's expression change. So far and despite all of the horror stories she had retold, Lulu had remained cheerful in her demeanour. For the first time, there appeared to be an air of sadness in the bimbo's voice.

"I wish I could say that. Sadly there is a fine line between love and obsession. And obsession proceeded to destroy all the good we had achieved in the first three years of research."

"What happened?"

"We fell in love."



Interview With The Bimbo Ch. 05



CHAPTER TWELVE: IT'S BETTER TO NEVER HAVE LOVED AT ALL

"You and Michael?" asked Annabelle,

"I don't think either of us even noticed it was happening. Every day he would oversee whatever tests were being carried out and then in the evening we would have dinner together and just chat about nothing."

"Every evening?"

"Yes. We kidded ourselves it was a precautionary test to check that my true mind was still intact after a full day of fucking, but he could have easily passed the job onto any one of his employees. The truth was that we needed each other's company."

"You loved each other."

"We needed each other." Affirmed Lulu, "I needed to feel normal, to fell like I was leading a proper life and that everything that what was going on during the day was a necessary evil in order to find a cure. I needed to have a portion of the day where I could live my life and be myself."

"And him?"

"He needed validation. To see for himself that a bimbo can still be a person; that he wasn't destroying people. He needed to hear me talk like a normal person. In a way, being friends with me allowed him to feel like he was a good man." 

"And then you fell in love?"

"It was unavoidable." Said Lulu, "Looking back at how much time we spent together, what else could have happened? We became each other's lives. 

"We started to hold hands over the table as we talked. Our conversations began to be about our pasts and the future as opposed to nothing. Some days we would talk about how our lives would be once I was cured and end up talking all the way through to morning. He was an incredibly honest and thoughtful man. A far cry from the sort of man one would imagine being in the bimbo industry."

Lulu paused for a short while, collecting her thoughts before continuing. 

"It was probably about two years after I joined Venus that he finally told me he loved me, at the turn of the Millennium. We had just discovered what caused permanent bimbification so it had been quite a solemn evening's discussion as we tried to avoid the white elephant in the room that was discovering that we may never find a cure."

"How did you react?"

"I told him I loved him back." Said Lulu, "I remember his smile when I told him; there was so much outward happiness yet in his eyes I could see a sense of almost sadness at my answer."

"Why would he be sad that you loved him too?"

"Because he knew he may never have me. He only loved Lulu the bimbo, he wanted to love Louise and he wanted Louise to be the one who loved me. Discovering that day that I may be destined to always be Lulu meant that he may never get to know if Louise also would love him." 

"I don't understand; you are still the same person."

"But in a bimbo shell, we both knew that my bimbo mind was more receptive to love as to love someone meant more chances to fuck someone. My bimbo body also meant I would always be physically attractive to him whereas who know what he would think of the true forty two year old Louise hidden inside. In a way it would have been happier if I hadn't loved him."

"That's so sad." Said Annabelle, "It seems that even falling in love in Chrystal Heights is different from the rest of the world." 

"The next evening we were up again talking for hours. Again he told me that he loved me, but that he needed to know if he could love Louise before taking it forward. 

"I understood why he said it, but it was hard to accept that he couldn't truly love me as Lulu. The more he tried to explain himself the more I didn't want to listen. I tried to kiss him."

"Why?"

"I spent the majority of my day having sex with people I didn't know or didn't care about. My body loved it of course, but just once I wanted to experience what sex with a person a really cared about felt like in a bimbo body. I wanted him; and in this body, it meant that of course I was incredibly horny."

"Did he kiss you back?"

"For a second yes, then he stopped me. He reminded me of what he told me the first time I asked him why he didn't fuck me, 'that he couldn't have sex with a person that he felt didn't truly want it'. 

Michael knew the bimbo mind better than anybody. He would have known how much my body was in control of all decisions sexual and as such didn't want to take advantage of me in a moment of mental weakness."

"How did you react?"

"At the time, I wouldn't accept his rejection. I tried to force myself upon him; tried to grab his cock, I even threw myself to the ground in a vain attempt at giving him a blowjob but each time he stopped me in my tracks. 

"I went to bed that night horny and pissed off, but the next morning I was able to think about things with a clear head and understood why he did what he did. I apologised to him the next night and I never threw myself at him again. I can't help but wonder though if that was the night that turned him onto the path of what he was to become."



CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A SLIPPERY SLOPE

"After that night he began to stop watching me during my test sessions." Continued Lulu, "He would come now and again, but as soon as the orgasms began he would make his excuses and leave."

"He couldn't watch you have sex anymore?"

"Watching somebody you love fuck other people over and over is not easy to take at the best of times, but when you know it is you they truly love... it must have been soul destroying."

"How did you feel about it?"

"It felt like I was cheating on him, betraying him in some way. I began to picture his face on the endless nobodies that I was fucking my way through each day but it was a fool's errand, whenever I looked up I could see him, see the hurt in his eyes as I built to orgasm and the speed at which he left me there when I began to come."

"Didn't you tell each other how you felt?"

"How could we? We knew it couldn't make any difference. Our evening conversations became more and more awkward as we tried to find something we could talk about without falling into uncomfortable silences every five minutes. Six months later, our evening conversation sessions were cancelled. When it was finally proved conclusively that my condition was permanent, he stopped coming to my test sessions altogether."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"Of course I did. I was still a Venus employee. But it became very rare for us to see each other and it was usually by chance. He'd lost all hope that we could ever be together and it changed everything."

"What happened?"

"It was September 2001, the permanence of my Bimbification had been official for about three months and I noticed the nature of my daily tests changing."

"Changing?"

"Up until then the sexual testing I had undergone had been purely scientific. Guys would come in, we would fuck in the manner decided for that session and my brain and body reactions would be recorded?"

"Having sex with a group of men doesn't sound like science to me?" Annabelle commented, interrupting the flow of Lulu's recount.

"It is when you are researching Bimbos" replied Lulu, Even though you can learn a lot from blood and Psyche tests, the crux of the matter was that my brain reached its bimbo peak during sex, so just like a person with sleep disorders needs to be monitored when they are asleep, I needed to be monitored during sex."

"I suppose that makes sense."

"It makes perfect sense. And the way Venus when about it was purely scientific. The whole test was just about the sex and my reaction to it. Okay maybe there would be days when I where a string of guys would take turns to fuck my ass or I would be triple-teamed over and over again for an afternoon, but it was always just sex. The male testers would enter the testing area, we would fuck and they would leave, there was no gratuity involved.

"Then one morning that September, I arrived for testing and there was something laying on the test-bed waiting for me."

"What was it?"

"A uniform - Cheerleader uniform to be exact. I was told it was a new line of testing we were to try out for a while. They said it was to monitor if my body reacted differently to different kinks or fetishes. On that day I was to be the captain of the cheerleading squad, who was waiting for the college football team to get back to her dorm so that she could reward them for winning the State Championship. I was told that it was imperative I make the role as believable as I could."

"So what did you do?"

"I did it of course. Nobody at Venus had ever misled me and I knew that everything we did had to have gotten the okay from Michael (you do NOT go behind your bosses back in Chrystal Heights), so I believed that this was a genuine new line of research and I fucked that the faux-football team in the cheeriest, sluttiest way I knew how.

"In the ensuing months I was every object of desire you could imagine. I was dressed up in uniforms to act as a schoolgirl or nurse. I had to dress up in PVC and bondage gear, sometimes playing the dominatrix, sometimes the slave. I was whipped, spanked, tied and shackled. There was even one time I was left in the lab all night with a vibrator throbbing away in each hole."

"But that's insane."

"Of course it was. I know that now, but at the time I honestly still believed there was a reason for it all; that some good could potentially come from it. Whilst I still believed that Venus was working towards goals to help me and people like me I was prepared to do anything they wanted of me for the remainder of my contract. Of course, it became harder to believe when the sackings started."

"Sackings?"

"It was about six months after the kink tests had begun. Now that we were encouraged to interact and role-play with each other instead of just fuck and leave, some of the guys I worked with began to get really into it.

"It started with Brad, he was one of the junior tech assistants and we probably fucked about once a week. He had always been very polite to me; we would say hello if we met in the cafeteria during lunch, you the typical colleague relationship. But after we moved away from pure sex, he began to get really passionate with me when we had tests together, telling me how beautiful I was and that I was the most incredible bimbo he'd ever been with.

"Then one day when I bumped into him in the hallway he told me how much he was looking forward to the 'Nun and Vicar' test we had scheduled later that afternoon, that he'd been looking forward to it all week. When the time for the test came, it was another guy who came to administer it. Brad was nowhere to be seen. I was later told he'd been fired for gross misconduct."

"Gross misconduct?"

"Yeah, it turned out that Michael had been filming every sex test I participated in. If he saw anybody show signs of liking me too much, they were fired. There was one time he fired six guys in a single morning."

"Could he do that?"

"It's Chrystal Heights and he owned a Bimbo company. You complain about getting sacked, the next thing you know you're a stripper in a gay bar. So it's best to just pack your desk and leave."

"But why would he sack them?"

"Jealousy, he couldn't cope with seeing guys enjoying what he couldn't. Every now and then he'd just snap and fire them."

"Then why watch you."

"Even if it hurt him to watch, seeing somebody else with me was still the closest he could get to being with me. Years later I discovered that was the reason for all the uniforms, toys and games. He was picturing was fucking together like that and so wanted it to be more than simple straight sex. He'd given up any hope of finding a cure; I was now just an obsession."

"But you still went along with it?"

"I didn't know it was true at the time. With the turnover of staff and increasing focus on the fetish as opposed to the research I of course had my doubts. I ignored them though."

"Why?"

"I didn't want to believe it. I preferred to spend every day playing the cum-addicted French Maid who sucked off the Lord of the Manor's twin boys every morning before College than accept that all hope was lost. I wanted to believe that the man from the coffee shop who saved me from a lifetime of degradation was still looking over me somewhere. I needed to have faith in his methods, for both our sakes."



CHAPTER FOURTEEN: FIFI

Annabelle could see that retelling her story was beginning to take its toll on Lulu.

"Do you need a break?" she asked, "We can continue tomorrow if you need."

Lulu smiled at her. "No, I'll be fine." She replied. "This needs to be told now. I've waited over twenty years to tell my story. I'm not waiting another day to finish it."

"If that's what you want," said Annabelle sitting back as Lulu picked up where she had left off.

"2003 brought with it the lesbian phase of my testing regime. It began with just the one girl: Fifi, she was just like me to look at; the same blonde hair, fuckable lips, colossal tits, everything."

"You'd not been with a girl before?"

"Not at Venus. It was already well documented that a Bimbo was inherently bisexual so there was never any need to research it. But with my contract winding down it seemed they were determined to explore every sexual avenue possible. So after months of kinks and fetishes, it was now time for Lulu the Lesbian."

"So how was it?"

"It was far from my worst experience in Chrystal Heights, my body loved lesbian sex just as much as cock and Fifi God bless her was a lovely girl... dumb as a post, but a lovely girl.

"She had a really cute personality which made the sex quite fun to be honest. And when you are instructed to role-play sexually experimenting with your ditzy, slutty cheerleader roommate, it is much easier when your co-star is actually a ditzy, slutty cheerleader." Lulu paused for a second and smiled, "Yeah, Fifi was fun."

"It sounds like you liked her." Said Annabelle

"She was a nice girl. She was so genuine and innocent."

"Innocent? She was a bimbo."

"And what does that have to do with anything?" snapped Lulu, "I'm a bimbo too but I am still myself. That's the whole reason why I am able to be here with you now. If you try hard enough and want it enough, your true personality can still shine through the bimbification. Albeit a true personality that wants to fuck a lot."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"I know. Stereotypes are always hard to break, even when a rebuttal is sitting right in front of you. It's just sad that the general public cannot see bimbos in the same light that we see ourselves."

"In what light?"

"When I meet a bimbo (and I have met a lot), in all but the most lost to their urges I can see the shadow of who they once were. I can spot a cute bimbo from a snotty one. I can tell a kind heart from a selfish. The wider-world on the other hand just see an airhead that likes to fuck.

"Now Fifi was definitely airheaded, and she sure loved to fuck, my god she loved to fuck, but she had personality as well, an endearing quality that I could see which meant ironically that I probably got more pleasure out of sex with her than the guys that used to line up in anticipation of when their turn would come."

"It seems like you miss her."

"I miss a lot of the girls; some of the guys too. We had some good times outside of all the sex and dildos. There were some real aspirational figures within Venus that still give me hope that Chrystal Heights can become a better place. I know more than a few felt guilty about what happened next, especially Fifi..."



CHAPTER FIFTEEN: BIMBOS AND BETRAYAL

"It wasn't her fault. She was just following orders.

"What did she do?"

"My contract with Venus was expiring; I had about two months left before I was free to leave. A lot of the staff were quite excited about it. Those who had survived the jealousy culls had known me for almost five years and there were more than a few people that I would still call friends.

"Then one day I came down to the lab and the mood in the room felt off. There was a feeling similar to when you walk into an office the day after a colleague has died and you are the only person who doesn't know yet. You can sense something is wrong, but have no idea what.

"Anyhow, nobody was forthcoming with news of dead colleagues so I set about finding out what was in store for me that day. The bed in the lab had been replaced with a large desk and there was a business suit- well I say business suit, if today's career woman dressed for work in super low cut blouses and microskirts, this would be how they would dress – on the table. There was also a pile of fake contracts and files on each side of the desk.

"An envelope lying on my costume informed me of my role: I was a bright small business owner looking to secure a lucrative contract from a large firm but end up getting seduced and fucked by the company's President and his busty assistant."

"Original." Muttered Annabelle,

"The most popular scenes always are." Replied Lulu, "The setup wasn't anything out of the usual though; I'd done variations of this many times before and expected to do many times again. However when Greg (the guy playing the company President) and Fifi can to the lab again I could feel something was off. Greg was usually quite chatty and friendly before our scenes but today he didn't look like he wanted to be there, Fifi too, despite the outward bubbliness, had a sadness in her eyes that was clear for me to see. I tried to ask what was going on, but the lab director hurried us to get started with the scene.

"Again, everything began in the usual fashion. We fell into our roles, going through the clichéd innuendo-filled filler that is a prerequisite to the 'fucking like chimps' bit. I told him 'I needed a big insertion of funds', he told me he 'had something to insert for me. It really was Oscar winning stuff."

Annabelle stifled a chucked as she listened.

"Then we got to the fucking bit," continued Lulu. I'd just told him that 'I rejected his offer because I couldn't let him screw my company', and he took off his jacket and told he that he'd 'just have to screw me instead. Then he began to fuck me on the office table. It was all standard stuff."

"So what changed?"

"Nothing at first; it was just one fuck-filled threesome: We all got naked and Greg sucked my tits, then Fifi sucked my tits, then one sucked a tit each. We were going through the paces as normal: boy-girl sixty-nine, girl-girl sixty-nine, Greg fucking me as I licked Fifi's pussy, me sucking Greg's cock as Fifi licked my pussy. I'd completely forgotten about the odd atmosphere I had felt before."

"And then?"

"Fifi and Greg began to tie me over the table. I was bent in such a way that I had both feet on the floor with my ass and pussy exposed at table height. I could move either leg or my left arm, but I was allowed some movement in the right. Although again, bondage and rope-play was nothing new.

"What was new came next. Greg reverted back to his Company President character and began to monologue. He began to boast about Venus Industries' plans to take over my company. He fished out a piece of paper from pile of fake contracts and forms and began waving it in front of me.

"He placed the contract by my free right hand, I couldn't read all of it from my angle but I could see enough to make out my name and reference to 'becoming a lifetime employee of Venus Industries'. That's when I realised why everyone's mood was so low that day; they were there to force me to sign my life over to Venus."

"But that's illegal! A contract isn't binding if you're forced to sign!"

"Not in Chrystal Heights it isn't, it's not a good idea to ask too many questions there. If somebody presents you with a signed contract, you accept it's legally binding."

"But why would they do that to you? You said they were friends."

"Self-Preservation. In a company like Venus, you put following orders before friendship. It you don't then... well the next contract signing may well have your name at the top. So I understood why they did it, and I knew they hated to do it. But it had become clear that Michael had decided that he wasn't ready to let me leave him just yet. So it was required that the length of my stay there be made indefinite."




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"You could have refused to sign."

"I did refuse to sign, but when a bimbo is naked and tied to a table, there is only so much they can resist."

"What did they do?"

"Greg began demanding that I sign the contract and I refused point blank. He told me that it would be easier if I just signed and saved everybody the hassle of forcing the issue. I continued to refuse and then well..."

* * *

"Please just sign the contract." He told me, "It pointless to try and resist. You will become a part of Venus sooner or later."

I screamed at him. "How can you do this to me! You can't make me sign that thing."

"I'm afraid you have no choice. I was hoping to do this the easy way, but as that's not to be, we'll have to do this the hard way." He paused for a few seconds, "I'm sorry Lulu."

"Greg then motioned to Fifi and she obediently made her way behind me and began to lick at my pussy. I was bound so tightly that I could move my ass even an inch. I was at her mercy.

"Greg began to whisper things in my ear. Telling me to sign, that it will feel so much better if I gave up and signed. I continued to tell him to fuck off but Fifi's tongue was starting to work wonders and I was already horny from the prolonged fuck session we had already had.

"My body instinctively began to try and grind against Fifi's tongue despite both my mind's wishes and my inability to move and Greg could see my body was beginning to betray me. He began to coach Fifi to keep me on the verge of orgasm."

"Slow it down now Fifi dear." He told her, "We don't want her going over the edge until she signs."

"Now at the best of times, a bimbo's body is prone to caving into the joys of sex, but Fifi had a tongue so precise it could pick locks. She knew exactly what to do and where to do it to keep my body at one hundred per cent frustration.

"Greg kept whispering in my ear – 'sign, just sign. You know how good Fifi is. You know how good it will feel to sign. You know you can't win so why not just give in now and I can tell Fifi to take you to the very gates of heaven over and over and over again'-.

"I tried to block him out. I kept screaming no. Kept trying to force my pussy just an inch closer to Fifi's face, hoping she may accidently send me into climax. But the bonds were too tight and Fifi to cunning to allow me a burst of relieving and my mind was beginning to spiral on the one way path to surrender.

"On top of all we achieved in our bimbo research, I believe that day Venus also proved Einstein's Theory of Relatively to be unequivocally true as every second that passed felt like hours when subjected to Fifi's expert tongue and Greg's gentle coaxing. Within ten minutes I was screaming at them, begging them to let me cum, that I'd do anything if they just let me cum without signing the contract.

"That was the point when we all knew I was beaten. First my body, now my voice were under the control of my bimbo urges to do anything in order to cum. It was a matter of time before my mind also gave up and allowed my hand to sign us all away."

"You couldn't fight it?"

"Not in this body. It would have been easier to withstand severe torture. My bimbo brain conditions me to seek out and want sex at all opportunities. To turn it down requires extreme willpower, To fight, or be denied the chance to come once stimulated... it's like holding your own head under water, sooner rather than later you have to come up for air.

"If I had fought Greg and Fifi much longer, my brain would have sent a barrage of bimbo hormone through my system and I'd have not only signed, but would have also been reverted back to the airhead bimbo I was when I was first with Lester."

"But still, signing your entire life away like that. And being forced to do so by your friends. It's horrific, even in the context of your story."

"But that's how life is in the Bimbo Industry. Greg and I managed to have a few seconds alone together in the canteen the next day and he apologised to me for what he did. And Fifi, her eyes were sad for the next week. I felt sorry for them."

"You felt sorry for them! They did that to you!"

"If I came to your office tomorrow, put a gun to your head and told you that I would pull the trigger if you didn't kill your colleague – and you knew I would do it – you would kill them, you would have to. Everyone who witnessed the event would know it was self-preservation, that you had to kill them, but you would still feel guilty. You'd still feel like a murderer.

"It was the same for Greg and Fifi, disobeying orders was not an option. They had to do what they did to me and even if they refused another employee would have done the deed instead. They had no choice and so I cannot blame them. It's why I could only pity them for being the ones that had to live with what they did, choice or no choice."

"I suppose I can see what you are trying to say, even if it is hard for me to agree with you." Said Annabelle.

"I can accept that." Replied Lulu, "The fact of the matter was that due to the events of that day, 2003 was no longer the year I gained my freedom from Chrystal Heights, but instead the year I was betrayed and forced to become part of Venus Industries forever. 



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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: FROM GUINEA PIG TO PORNSTAR

"So you continued to be a part of Venus' research for a long time I am guessing." Asked Annabelle,

"Quite the opposite" replied Lulu, "Michael had already discovered all he wanted to find out: I couldn't be saved. By signing that contract not only was I signed over to him for life, but my job description also changed."

"How?"

"I became the debut star of Venus Industries' newest venture -- taking over the erotic film industry. With bimbos as the stars, it was a sure-fire success because we would genuinely enjoy every second of filming. With me as the lead name, Venus could create American produced films that could match the best of hard-core cinema, from the basic 'pizza delivery guy fucks the housewife' fare all the way to entering the extreme fetish and crazy public sex film market that before had been almost exclusive to the Japanese porn industry."

"You became a porn star?"

"Not just a porn star; The porn star. From 2004 to 2007 I was both the most prolific and the highest grossing adult star in the world. Even now if you go to any triple x video store there will be at least a shelf devoted to my works."

"So are you famous?"

"To the right audience I am, yes. Although I would never get the crossover mainstream recognition of say a Jenna Jameson. I was the sole property of Venus Industries; that meant no Playboy, no soft-core or glamour mag photo shoots. The most family friendly anything I starred in got was films where there's only one male star and there are no more than two or three anal scenes in the movie. 

"On top of that Venus never sold TV or cinema rights to its films. You either had to buy or rent the DVD or download it from Venus' super-premium website. Oh and may god have mercy on anybody who attempts to illegally download or share any of the movies..." 

"Why? Did Venus' lawyers come down hard on pirates?"

"You still have a lot to learn about Chrystal Heights Annabelle," smiled Lulu, "Venus didn't need lawyers. Word soon got around that people who had watched an illegal version of the films tended to do strange things straight after."

"Like what?" 

"Masturbating in public libraries, paying a prostitute to dominate them on videotape for an hour and then posting the video to their parents, repeat offenders would acquire the urge to spend eventful evenings in the toilets of gay clubs. Trust me, once the urban legends were confirmed as being real, people chose to stump up the money to watch the legal version and I remained a hard-core star that made Venus millions yet was a total unknown to the soft-core or mainstream crowd."

"So what was life like as a porn star?"

"Pretty similar to being a research subject. Being a bimbo, one doesn't need to be given a script or warmed up before a scene. The director just told me the role I would play and it would all be done in one take. It was simple, effective and more realistic than any studio based film could ever hope to be as I was guaranteed to be horny throughout the film and the orgasms would be frequent and 100% genuine every time. The only difference from research was that the cameras were not hidden anymore."

"And you could live with that?"

"I had to. Of course it was killing me on the inside that I was so close to getting my life back and then had it all taken away from me, but you have to stay positive in a place like Chrystal Heights. If you let things get to you, you become desperate and it's the desperate people who make the big mistakes. 

"I've seen it happen, female researchers start to get twitchy, worry that they may be about to go from tester to testee and they panic. Instead of coming to work they pack up their stuff and try to flee town; the next thing you hear is that they had a 'change of heart' and are now sucking cocks at one of the local bars. If they had just asked to serve a notice period, they probably would have been allowed to leave, yet a person's nature is to fear the worst and so they do something stupid. I had no intentions of doing anything stupid."

"The longer your story goes on, the more incredible I think you must be." Said Annabelle, "Everything you just said makes perfect sense, but still I can't help but think that in your position I would have still tried to run for the first open door I saw and take my chances."

"Your very kind." Replied Lulu, "But keep it in perspective that by then I had been a bimbo for over fifteen years. I knew how the Chrystal Heights World worked and I knew that if I just played along and tried to make the most of my situation that an opportunity would eventually present itself."

"And it did?"

"Yes. In late 2007, I realised something that changed everything."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: DISCOVERING THE MOTIVE

"What did you discover?" asked Annabelle.

"I've told you about Fifi."

"Yes."

"Well up until 2004, she was the only bimbo I had been with during my time at Venus. Then over the next couple of years I starred in productions alongside a multitude of female co-stars. Now the pretence of 'research' was over, Venus was free to have me fuck just as many different girls as I did guys."

"I don't get the difference. Why put you with a different guy every It was a day yet the same girl?"

"Bimbo's can work much longer hours than the average guy when it comes to sex. The male employees would also have days off and holiday pay. On top of that, anybody that got too close to me got sacked. It was simple logistics."

"Ah right."

"But science and porn are different. So a new job meant getting to work with lots of new people and that was when it struck me."

"What struck you?"

"Well it took a few weeks to notice. At first I didn't think anything of the endless stream of blonde airheads that I got to work with. They were all the happy giggly type of bimbo that the audience loved and so it made sense to employ as many as possible. The only thing better than an uber-breasted blonde fucking her way through her co-stars, was two or three others joining in.

"Then one day I was chatting with one of the directors: Clive, and made a joke about how it would be nice to work with a brunette or redhead for a change and that it was a shame that all bimbos had to be blonde. I remember laughing at my own joke for a few seconds and then stopping when I saw the awkward look on his face."

"What was it?"

"He didn't want to tell me at first but I pressured him, I saw an opportunity to find out a little more about Venus Industries and so I used a mixture of guilt-tripping and flirting to extract the information I needed."

"And what did you find out?"

"That my co-stars' appearance was another offshoot of Michael's obsession. I had just assumed that blonde hair was just a natural part of creating a bimbo, like it was part of the DNA. Especially with the girls at Venus who would have been bimbified using techniques and chemicals obtained from the research on me."

"I don't follow."

"By November 2007, Venus Industries had had the technology to custom design their bimbos for nearly five years. There was nothing stopping them from having me fuck brunettes, redheads, they could turn a girls hair so that it naturally grew pink if they wanted to."

"So why were all the girls blonde?"

"Michael. He ordered for all the girls that worked with me to be blonde."

"But why?"

"Clive tried to convince me it was blonde was the classic bimbo look, that nobody would pay as much to see a redheaded bimbo-slut."

"You didn't believe him?"

"There's a reason Clive is behind the camera. He's a bad actor even for the porn industry. I could tell he was lying."

"So what was the real reason?"

Michael wasn't just making bimbos, he was recreating me."

"What!"

"It was his twisted way of being with me. He would customise the new girls to look as similar to me as possible. Then after our scenes together he would have the other girl sent to his room and he would fuck them. He wanted them to look, smell and taste as close to me as possible."

"But that's insane!"

"Love can drive people crazy."

"But that's not love, its obsession."

"He wanted to be with me and if he couldn't bring himself to fuck my bimbo alter-ego and he couldn't find a way to cure me, the closest thing he could get to being with me was to create and fuck an endless stream of doppelgangers."

"So what did you do when you found out?"

"I went to confront him."

"And?"

"And it changed everything." 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: IT ALL COMES TO A HEAD

"So what happened?" asked Annabelle.

"He was waiting for me. Clive had told him that I had finally started asking questions so he was expecting me." 

"And what did he say?"

"The usual things one says when they need to justify themselves. He told me that he did it for me. That he had vowed to himself never to break his promise that he would never try to fuck me and that this was his way of keeping that promise. 

"He told me he just wanted to imagine what it would be like to be with me, that he needed to see me in person, touch me, and smell me. He begged me to understand and that everything he did was because he loved me and he missed me."

"He missed you?" questioned Annabelle. "But you worked for him."

"By this point it had probably been almost two years since we had last been in the same room and over three since we had had any sort of conversation. The discovery that my state was irreversible had destroyed him. It turned him into a monster who turned girl after girl into shallow copies of me in an attempt to satiate his own crazed desires. 

"On some level he still realised what he was doing was wrong. His guilt kept him away from me. The more he tried to compensate with other girls, the guiltier he felt. The guiltier he felt, the more he withdrew contact with me and the more he withdrew contact with me the more he tried to compensate with other girls.

"It was this vicious cycle which led to what happened on November 24th 2007. I had confronted him and he emptied his heart, telling me everything I just told you and more in the hope I might understand. That I could still see that he was a good man who was just confused. He promised me he could change."

"Did you believe him?"

I wanted to. But the Michael in that room that night was not the Michael I had met in that coffee house all those years ago. He was not the man I loved."

"So what did you do?"

"I told him what I just told you. That I couldn't believe him and that I did not love him." 

A tear began to form in the corner of Lulu's eye.

"He fell to his knees, pleaded with me, and begged me to tell him that I didn't really mean that. He told me he couldn't live in a world where I didn't love him.

"I wanted to believe him. I wanted to fall down to my knees with him and tell him I could still love him but I couldn't. The Michael I knew was gone.

"I told him I was sorry, I wanted to say something to make things better but before I had the chance I felt a sharp pain in my leg and I blacked out. 

CHAPTER NINETEEN: THE CRAZY THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE

"What happened?" asked Annabelle

Lulu sighed as told Annabelle the events of that fateful night:

*****

When I came to, I was bound to the four posts of one of the beds we used for filming bondage scenes. Michael was standing over me and I could see Fifi sat naked in a chair behind him playing with her hair and singing a song that had apparently been made famous in the mid-nineties by some Scandinavian Pop Group.

I tried to get up but the cuffs on my wrists and ankles made my movements severely limited. I looked over to Fifi who was in her own little world before focusing my gaze on Michael. I wanted to speak but a Venus Industries 'Lulu' brand ball-gag made that impossible. 

It seemed like an age before Michael finally spoke to me:

"Please don't try to fight it" he told me. "That will only make things harder for both of us." 

He put his hand on my forehead and began to stroke my hair in a fashion akin to how a husband would his wife if she'd been given 24 hours to live. In a way this image wasn't too far from the truth.

He motioned Fifi to come over to the bed, she duly obliged. Without the need for any other instructions, her tongue set up camp between by legs and she lightly lapped away at me whilst Michael revealed my fate.

"I can't pretend any longer.' He said. 'They aren't you. Fifi, Trixiebelle, Lady Jiggles, none of them are you and I can't take it. Anyone of these facile bimbos would gladly love me, serve me, and cater to my every need with joy and gusto but not you.   , 'I am Michael Williams! Founder and CEO of Venus Industries, one of the most powerful men in all of Chrystal Heights and I am falling to pieces because some fucking bimbo won't love me."

The blend of the pleasure derived from Fifi's tongue and the fear evoked from Michael's rant is still to this day the most unnerving and frightening experience of my life. 

I wanted to escape Fifi's tongue, but I couldn't. I wanted to say something to Michael, but I couldn't. I had been scared, worried and fearful many times during my times in Emerald Lake and Chrystal Heights, but at that moment I was terrified and there was nothing I could do. He just kept ranting.

"How can you not love me! How can you continue to be so fucking independent!" He grabbed my hair and held my head up so I was staring at Fifi as she continued to confuse my body as to what it should have been feeling in this instance.

"Look at her!" he yelled at me. "Why can't you be like her? She used to be a bright young lawyer, a real up and comer by all accounts. She even managed to get a not-guilty verdict for one of her clients up against the Rack! 

"Now look at her. Not a care in the world. She could lick away at your pussy all day long and she'd be happy as can be doing it. And if I wanted her to love me, she would love me unconditionally for as long as I wished."

He threw my head back down to the bed and went over to Fifi. He unzipped his pants, grabbed a thigh with each hand and slid his already hard cock inside her. 

"You see!" He yelled over at me. "I take her from behind and she doesn't even flinch. She's happy being this way. So why can't you be?"

In his emotional state he began to fuck Fifi even harder, which in turn spurred Fifi to pass on the favour to my pussy. Even though I couldn't speak, I screamed into my gag just for the sake of knowing that I was at least trying to have an impact on the events transpiring around me. 

With a final few thrusts, Michael came inside Fifi and I could feel through her tongue that she had been conditioned to come in tandem with him. His point about Fifi seemingly made (which was emphasised even more by her continuing to lap away at my pussy as if the earth shattering orgasm of thirty seconds ago had never happened), he was now ready for the big reveal. 

"Earlier this evening I told you I couldn't live in a world where you didn't love me and it's true." He walked over to a table across the room and picked up a vial of clear liquid. "That's why I had to inject you with this."

This time the screaming into the gag was involuntary. Even though I had no idea what 'this' was, experience of Chrystal Heights told me that it had to be bad. And it was...

"This is one of Venus Industries' most recent breakthroughs: Elixir De L'Amour -- a love potion. Once injected, the subject will fall in love with the next man to fuck them. The body produces an enzyme that once it comes into contact with the DNA in sperm, forms a permanent and unbreakable bond between the subject and the sperm's owner. 

"In short, the next person to come inside you will become the centre of your universe. You will love them mind body and soul and even a will like yours won't be able to overpower its effect."

*****

"My god that's abhorrent!" shrieked Annabelle, jolting Lulu out of her rhythm.

"That's what crazy people do." replied Lulu. "Especially when they have an evil super-lab to help them.

"But you told me that you two never had sex.

"Do I sound like a person in love with Michael Williams mind, body and soul?" responded Lulu dryly, "There are still a few more twists in this tale."

Lulu regained her composure and continued her recollection:

"Michael tapped Fifi on the shoulder and after a goodbye kiss to the clit she retreated back to her chair and that perky Barbie song. Michael was now completely naked and looking down at me from the end of the bed. 

'I've waited 14 years to finally do this.' He told me. 

"With that he slowly began to kiss my left foot before carefully working his way up my leg and to my inner thigh. There he stopped for a minute or two, finally able to taste me for himself and not vicariously through others. 

"I felt his cock grow against the side of my leg and for the first time in my life I found myself praying as that cock edged closer and closer to my pussy. Once again he stopped for a detour as his tongue met my breasts for the first time.

"Maybe I was tired, maybe it was the fact that a part of me was also excited that I was actually about to have sex with Michael, or maybe it was because this was the last time I would have sex as a free-minded bimbo but just let myself give in to the pleasure. I didn't want to fight the orgasms anymore, so I just went with it and I will not lie, it felt good. 

"However once his tongue departed from my tits and began to advance to my neck and shoulder, dread quickly regained its position as number one feeling I was experiencing.

"I couldn't move, I couldn't speak and we both knew it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened. Michael was now directly on top of me, looking into my eyes, his cock resting against my pussy. 

"He reached behind my neck and undid my gag, throwing it to the ground beside my bed. 'I want to hear you tell me you love as soon as it happens.' He told me. 

"I just lay there staring up at him. My gag was off, I was free to say or scream anything I wanted but in that moment I had nothing to say. I was beaten, dejected and betrayed yet again by the man I had entrusted with my future. What could I say in my last moments as a free mind to change all that? So I just stared at him.

"He tried to smile at me but I could see he was thrown by my silence. We stared blankly at each other for a few seconds before he tried to kiss me. When I fought against him, he turned his attention to my neck before the moment of dread finally came and he thrust his cock inside of me." 

"So he did have sex with you after all?" said Annabelle.

"Depends if you count three pumps as having sex." replied Lulu.

"I don't follow." 

"After three pumps, he suddenly stopped. He just stared at me; his cock buried deep inside my cunt and didn't move or speak for what seemed like an age. Then without warning he withdrew and ran out of the room."

"What did you do then?"

"What could I do? I was still tied to the bed!" 

"Good point."

"Well about five minutes later he returned with a key and a set of clothes. He told Fifi to leave the room, threw the clothes on top of me and began unfastening the bonds:

'Once I release you go back to your room. Do not go anywhere do not speak to anybody.' He began, 'Once in your room pack up your things. Tomorrow morning at ten there will be an announcement that you will be leaving Venus Industries with immediate effect. 

'Once this announcement is made you will go to the main laboratory to say your goodbyes and meet the chauffeur. You will have thirty minutes to say goodbye to your colleagues before the chauffeur will drive you to the Sapphire Cove port at Chrystal Bay. 

'He will wait for you until the ferry to Boston arrives and then will send you on your way with express instructions that you are to arrive in Boston safely by order of Venus Industries. 




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'He will also give you a new ID, Passport and a bank account containing four million dollars in the name of Natalie Williams. That was the name you were going to have if we managed to cure you. There is no time to change it now.

'Do not deviate from these instructions. Do not try to find me or speak to me after you leave this room as I may change my mind. Just go and never come to Chrystal Heights ever again. I'm sorry.'

"And those were the last words he ever said to me." Continued Lulu,

"For one final moment he was the Michael I had met all those years ago. Five years late, he finally kept his promise to me and I for the first time since 1987 was a free woman. 

"The next morning I said goodbye to my colleagues. They gave me a goodbye card as well as a few keepsakes from Chrystal Heights and Venus Industries that I still carry around with me until this day and that was it. I left and forty-eight hours later I was in Boston and onto the final chapter of my story so far...



Interview With The Bimbo Ch. 07



CHAPTER TWENTY: BIMBO ON THE RUN

"Wait, there's more?" asked Annabelle.

"Just a little," Replied Lulu, "There's still two and a half years to cover before we arrive at today." 

"What more could happen to you? You were finally out of Chrystal Heights."

"Haven't you ever heard the phrase: you can take the girl out of Chrystal Heights, but you cannot take Chrystal Heights out of the girl?" smiled Lulu, "Surviving in the real world was a far from simple task."

"How so?"

"For a start, there was the fact that I hadn't been on mainland USA for twenty years. On top of that, the blonde bimbo look may blend in in Chrystal Heights but you stand out like an erection in a swimming pool in Boston. And when one is trying to keep a low profile and not get noticed, it isn't the best look and as I showed you before this interview began, a makeover was out of the question. 

"In addition to the simple issues, there was the not so small matter of the drug that Michael injected me with before his change of heart. He may have decided not to go through with fucking me but that didn't mean I was out of the woods. The drug was, and is permanently in my system, which for a sex-addict such as myself, is a bit of an irritation I can tell you."

"So you haven't had sex since 2007?"

"Not quite. I managed to ask one of my scientist friends at Venus if he knew how the drug worked during my send off and luckily there are some loopholes so to speak as to how the drug works. -- 

"Firstly, as sperm is a requirement for the drug to work lesbian sex holds no danger. Secondly, the enzyme is actually linked to the ovaries, not the entire body (that was just Michael being dramatic), so only vaginal sex is a danger. Finally precautions such as condom would also make sex safe but seeing as one split condom could lead to a lifetime of servitude and the loss of my own free will; it was safer just to stick to oral, anal and girl on girl."

"So did you stay in Boston long?"

"I planned to, but it didn't turn out that way. Being the world's most infamous pornstar led to getting recognised a lot (although it did help with regards to my oral and anal only policy with the that I met as they when you have the chance to fuck Lulu: The original Venus Girl, they tend to want to get as dirty as possible) and I soon realised that this was putting me in danger."

"Why I thought Michael promised not to follow you?"

"Not Michael, Lester. Now that I was out the protection of either Judge Hanover's sentence or Venus' contract, I was free game again and it seemed that Lester had decided he wanted to find me."

"But why?"

"I don't know. it's not like I could ask him. I just got lucky that I recognised him waiting in the lobby of the hotel I had staying in during December and I bolted before he could see me. I left all my things behind save for the backpack of essentials that I carry with me at all times in case I needed to do a runner such as this. I found the first taxi I could and paid him $1000 dollars and four blowjobs to drive me all the way to Buffalo. 

"From then it was a case of bouncing from city to city. I spent Christmas in Buffalo, New Year's 2008 in Detroit and most of the spring summer taking in the sights, sounds cocks and pussies of Indiana, Illinois and Missouri. But every time I thought I was clear of Lester, he would turn up again and I'd have to move on. I'd moved from being a prisoner of Chrystal Heights to a prisoner of the whole USA."

"So how did you manage to get away?"

"I haven't. I'm still running. For two and a half years Lester has chased me across the almost every state in the nation and two months ago in Salt Lake City I finally decided enough was enough. If I was not going to be given the chance to live the rest of my life in peace then I was going to expose Lester to the world. 

"That's why I came to you. I wanted a young female reporter in Los Angeles who would be both sympathetic to my cause and able to suspend her disbelief long enough to hear out and hopefully run the story. I found some of your work online and decided that I wanted you and nobody else to tell my story. 

"Now I can leave, safe in the knowledge that even if Lester finds me, the world will at least know of him, Emerald Lake, Chrystal Heights and Venus Industries." 

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: END INTERVIEW

"It has been an honour to hear your story." Said Annabelle, stopping the recording and putting the precious tape straight into her purse. 

"Thank you," Replied Lulu, "It feels so liberating to finally tell somebody my story. I wish I could stay longer but with Lester still out there, it isn't safe for me to stay in one place too long."

"I understand."

"You should wait about twenty minutes before leaving you apartment after I'm gone. If Lester is waiting for me I do not want you caught up in the crossfire. But please get this story to print as soon as you can so that I can finally rest easy."

"If I leave as soon as it is safe, it will be in tomorrow's edition." Assured Annabelle.

On those words, Lulu and Annabelle said their final few words and Lulu disappeared out into the night. It had seemed like a lifetime ago that Lulu had come into Annabelle's life but in reality it was a little over four hours. 

Twenty minutes later, Annabelle collected the things she needed and headed out to her car, ready to run the biggest story of her, and possibly anybody's career. 

The darkness of LA at three in the morning combined with the story she had just heard filled Annabelle with apprehension but there was nobody to be seen in the car park. She pulled the keys from her purse but before she could get into her convertible, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and then slowly she drifted into unconsciousness.

"I see Lulu has found me a new friend." Said Lester to the sleeping body of Annabelle whilst he positioned her in the passenger seat of her car; "It will suffice as a nice consolation prize until I finally manage to hunt that little slut down."

Lester fumble through Annabelle's purse where he came across the cassette tape labelled 'Interview with the Bimbo'. "Well this should keep me entertained on the hunt." Said Lester to himself. 

He took the cassette and inserted it into the Convertible's Vintage tape player and began to reverse out of the car park. 

The recording began to play...

"It was 1987 when it happened. Back then I wasn't called Lulu, there was no Lulu. I was Louise; a nineteen year old runaway getting by from moving from town to town, taking whatever I could and then moving onto the next."

Lester chuckled to himself. "Oh Lulu, Lulu, Lulu. Over twenty years and still moaning."

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: EPILOGUE

*****

Thirty Minutes Earlier...

"There's one more thing I need to tell you." Said Lulu.

"What is it?" asked Annabelle. 

"Lester knows I am here, he followed me to your apartment."

"What!" 

"Please don't panic. You are safe. It's me he is after, but just in case I need to give you this."

Lulu reached into her bag and pulled out a needle. 

"What is that?" asked Annabelle, starting to panic a little. 

"I told you that my friends from Venus gave me a keepsake or two..."

"Yes?"

"Well this is one of them. They were never able to cure me but they were able to create a vaccine against the drug that turned me into a bimbo. They never told Michael though as preventing Bimbification was not part of their job description."

"So this is a bimbo vaccine?" 

"Yes. And you must take it now. If Lester is out there and for whatever reason he decides to go after you, this will keep you safe. You may black out for a few seconds, but you will not be turned. Now give me your arm."

Annabelle hesitated for a few seconds but soon yielded her arm to Lulu's needle. She felt a weird fuzzy feeling shoot through her for a moment but it soon subsided. 

"There." Lulu told her, "You are now the only person in the world immune to Bimbification. 

"I hope you are right."

*****

Back in the Car:

"It was 1987 when it happened. Back then I wasn't called Lulu, there was no Lulu. I was Louise; a nineteen year old runaway getting by from moving from town to town, taking whatever I could and then moving onto the next"

"Oh poor little Lulu, always such a victim weren't you." Continued Lester in conversation with the recording. "Could never accept yourself for the dirty little whore you really were. Luckily when I find you I can make sure tha..."

Lester's monologue was cut short by a sharp stab to the side of his neck. The car rolled to a halt a few yards from its original starting spot as Lester grabbed at his neck and began to gasp.

"What kind of villain of the story doesn't check the back seat before he drives off?" asked Lulu as she hopped over the backseat door and went to check on Annabelle. 

"Annabelle? Hey? You okay?" She asked, shaking the dazed reporter gently. 

"Yeah I'm fine." Annabelle replied, coming to her senses. "Wow there is some serious stuff in that needle even excluding the bimbo drug. I thought I was flying at one point."

"It beats dreaming of fucking though." Replied Lulu. "Now help me get him into the backseat."

A minute later and Lulu and Annabelle were driving off into the city, Lester was on the backseat still clutching his neck and starting to feel a little funny.

"What was in that needle? " asked Annabelle. 

"Just a little special something courtesy of Venus Industries." Smiled Lulu, "Let's just say that in an hour or so Lester here will know everything there is to know about life as a bimbo."

"And so where do we go from here?"

"Well you will go into work as planned and land the story of your career with this interview. I have a contact from Chrystal Heights waiting to take the new and improving Lester here under the wing of the Venus Industries family and me... I can finally try to make a life for myself." 

"So everybody wins."

"Yeah. It's nice when stories turn out that way."

As the nightlights of LA sparkled all around the two new friends laughed and chatted about the future. 

Annabelle would go on to be one of the world's most successful and respected journalists as well as a bestselling fiction author.

After the interview was published, Lulu went on to host her own television talk show helping others who had epic tales to tell.

And as for Lester... The platinum blonde roots sprouting from his head mixed with the continued swelling under his shirt should be all the clues one needs to guess exactly where his future lies upon his return to Chrystal Heights. 

But just in case you need another hint, Venus Industries are still looking for their next big star to replace the immortal bimbo: Lulu.

THE END