Steffi bounced up and down on her thigh-high boots as she waited eagerly for the Bimbotech elevator to take her to the lowest level of the corporation - the “dungeon” where all of the truly nasty and depraved fetishes were indulged in with all the energy that the best of Bimbotech had to offer. She’d spent hours getting primped and preened for this - every part of her had been worked over in some way, from her artificially shortened tendons to her beautifully brainwashed brain. There was no part of the former heroine Stephanie Brown within Steffi Blowbag that hadn’t been expertly dissected and then twisted and perverted into the service of Bimbotech. Her slutty cheerleading outfit and makeup only reinforced the hold her masters had placed on her, tight latex keeping her assets only barely under control.
It wouldn’t do at all if her titties didn’t jiggle while she bounced.
The Bimbotech elevator was mirrored on both floor and ceiling, so that horny bimbos could admire their sister sluts’ gorgeously sculpted bodies from every conceivable angle. Steffi was alone in the elevator, but the effect wasn’t entirely wasted on herself. Vanity was part of every bimbo’s programming, in one form or another, and Steffi took the time to make sure her juicy cunt was nice and wet, and that her top left her some of her nipples exposed, even as it stretched tight enough over her inflated tits that it made no practical difference. Blowing a kiss to the camera mounted in the top corner, she strode out of the elevator once it reached the basement, hips swaying in an overly exaggerated motion.
The corridors of the dungeon were patterned after medieval dungeon walls - drywall sculpted and painted to look like stone, and wall-mounted lanterns reminiscent of medieval torches, though without the flickering effect of actual fire. At the far end of the corridor were words written in lurid red spray paint.
KNEEL, the words read, and Steffi instinctively moved onto her knees. Her eyes became glazed over immediately, and her bald pussy was already glistening as she obeyed the command of her unseen master. A woman’s place was on her knees - she was always ready to kneel for her betters. It turned her on so much.
The next command, CRAWL, was written below, and Steffi, of course, obeyed. Her enhanced ass undulated up and down, side to side, as she moved forward on her hands and knees. The O-ring around her collar slapped softly against her breastbone as she moved, and she let out a long, low moan at the ever present reminder that she was owned, that she was a submissive little bondage bimbo, and that she would obey any command by her betters and masters.
Steffi Blowbang, plaything and cheerleader of Bimbotech she thought to herself, and she had to stop and flick her engorged clit with her long-nailed hands at the very thought. The whole of Bimbotech was built to continually reinforce their products’ submissiveness, their servitude, and to keep their libidos running at a continual purr. Steffi was no exception - far from it. The newness of her bimbofication meant that her every act and response was even greater, burning into her brain until it had become a fixed routine. It was now deeper than instinct. And she loved every second of that continuous molding and shaping.
Bimbotech worked its craft very, very well.
The floors of the dungeon hallways were carpeted in dark fabric - faux stone was all well and good, but crawling was hard on a bimbo’s knees; some cushioning was essential, or the submissive bimbosluts who frequented the dungeons would need more trips to Bod Mod just so that they could walk properly. And thankfully for the little bimbo still moving down the corridors, the doors of the dungeon were labeled around knee height - she wouldn’t need to strain her neck upwards to see which way she was going, until at last she reached Room 21 of the Dungeon.
Or at least, she found herself at the door to it - a long smooth pane of plain grey metal, just like the cells that boring old Stephanie Brown had found herself in after Bod Mod. There was no handle that she could see, nor any buttons or other way she could open the door.
Steffi Blowbang furrowed her precious little brow as she craned her neck upwards at the door, trying with all her might to puzzle out what needed to be done next. She’d come all this way, gotten all primped and preened for her BBFF Cassie Carnal… but the door wouldn’t open. It was so heartbreaking a thought, that she found herself nearly about to cry -
“Beg” came the crackling voice from a nearby loudspeaker, a deep and resonant baritone that could only come from a man. That single syllable sent Steffi’s finely tuned body almost into overdrive - her heart pounded in her chest, clear and glistening juice flowing freely down her thighs. She had to obey her master - she had to!
“Like, sir,” she began, eager to begin, “Please sir. Master. Like, please let this totally stupid bimbo in. Please let me see my BBFF Cassie Carnal I’m just, like, a stupid little bimbo, please Master. I’ll totes do anything you say!”
Even as she spoke, Steffi’s fingers once more drifted to her hot, eager little cunny, and she began to rub herself almost absently as she continued to speak. Her voice squeaked as her fingers circled her clit, but she pressed on, eager to please the unseen man.
“I’ll, like, suck your dick and drink your cum all the way down - wouldn’t that be, like, totally hawt, sir? Or would you like it, like, all over and everywhere on my pretty face? I’d totally love to lick it all up with my fingers - is that better for you, Master? Please let me in and I’ll serve you, I’ll make you so happy, I’ll do anything please -”
The door opened, and Steffi, still kneeling, peered into the room beyond. Her eyes burned brightly with both arousal and curiosity.
“Cassie!”