"That was quite the show, Rori," Kitten husked, suddenly appearing over Ororo's limp form as her chocolate-skinned chest rose and fell in a steady, lazy beat. Ororo blinked numbly, attempting to shake herself out of the after glow from her orgasm. Her relaxed muscles were unresponsive, however, as if all the tension in her body had just left and let her sink into the soft covers beneath her. Had she passed out? Through blurry eyes, she looked up and saw that Kitten's face was now painted to slutty perfection. Her long, perfectly curled eyelashes, dark eyeliner and glistening pink lips drew Ororo up from her sprawled-out position on the bed. Her refocusing mind then noticed how Kitten's long hair was now done up in big curlers, hinting to Ororo that she had been out longer than she had first realized, "It'll be your turn soon. You're going to be so prett..."
Both women's attention was drawn to the sound of the door to the penthouse opening and closing, followed by the sound of multiple footsteps on the hardwood floor outside of Kitten's room. FiFi minced as fast as she could on her sky-high heels to see who their guest was. The former Kitty Pryde and Storm licking their lips slowly at the bounce of FiFi's outrageous pair of tits with each step. Ororo was really starting to get used to the look of enormous, perfectly round tits and in the back of her mind she realized that she wanted a pair. No, needed a pair so she could be a proper Stepford woman. The two exchanged a quick glance of uncertainty at who could be out there, before they heard the machine-gun sound of heels approaching Kitten's room. A smiling FiFi poked her head inside and proudly announced, "Mademoizelle Kitten, I am happy to zay that your fiance has come to pay you a vizit!"
Kitten squealed in delight, running as fast as she could to meet him leaving Ororo alone in the room. The bald woman rose off the bed, unsure of what her next move should be. Should she give Kitten and her fiance some privacy? Should she go join them? The once so self-assured woman found she was lost without Kitten or FiFI to guide her, and breathed a sigh of relief when FiFi came in and grabbed her hand. "Mademoizelle Ororo's prezence haz been requezted by Monsieur Trask," FiFi said submissively. She then whispered in Ororo's ear, "Monsieur Trask iza great man, but FiFi thinkz zomething iz wrong."
Ororo again blinked dumbly at the name Trask, and a sense of foreboding shot through her formerly carefree, pleasurable mindset. 'Trask.' Why did that name strike fear into her? It was like something from a past life. Before she could ponder over this any more, her thoughts were interrupted by Kitten's excited voice, "Ororo and I were just playing Bed and Breakfast....she was the breakfast!"
When Ororo saw the assembled crowd, including Kitten wrapped up in a man at the center of it all that even her slowed, scrambled mind could reason was Kitten's fiance, all she could do was utter a soft gasp. There were six orderlies,all with one hand readied to pull out some sort of stun-stick and all were looking at her. Ororo was scared, but that didn't stop her eyes from leisurely lowering from each man's somber face to the crotch of their pants. It was almost a reflex action. She wondered why they all looked like they were at the ready for a fight?
'Fight.' That ugly word resonated in her head. An image of a woman that looked like herself in a tight black, white and gold outfit with a tall white Mohawk fighting men of Stepford formed in her mind and suddenly, she felt ill. Sexy voices again whispered inside her mind that she was a Stepford woman and Stepford women should never fight. The idea that she was a Stepford woman calmed her, but still that didn't help the fact that the name 'Trask' still bothered her.
"That's wonderful darling," the man that Kitten was currently pressed up against spoke, kissing her lightly on the lips. His worried gaze, too,fell on Ororo. Another image popped up in Ororo's worried mind. This time of this man, Kitten and two other figures not yet clear starring down at her in some sort of lab. She remembered her trying to fight out of whatever was happening to her, but Ororo quickly realized that what she was remembering couldn't have been right. She was a Stepford woman and Stepford women never fought, "But speaking of Ororo I'm afraid she needs some more treatments. We'll bring her back up when she's feeling better."
Ororo didn't know she was feeling sick. She just starred at the handsome man and Kitten and blinked her dulled blue eyes again. There was Kitten's voice again, like a life preserver in a sea of confusion, "Awwwww... well, she DOES need to learn how to be a proper Stepford woman. That's the most important thing."
"Right you are Kitten." He turned his attention to the nude black woman, "Ororo, you'll come with us to the lab. NOW."
Ororo's mind swam now with conflicted thoughts. There was a part of her that thought that she shouldn't trust this man. He didn't even introduce himself, which was rude and he was the reason she was now bald as a cueball. And just to command her like that? Who did he think he was? And then another set of thoughts entered her fevered mind that came with high-pitched, breathy voices. Those sexy voices came with answers to her questions. 'He is a man, that's who he is and good Stepford women obey men.' They then continued to speak to her about how she was naughty and naughty girls need to be punished. That is why she is bald, but if she is a good Stepford woman and starts to obey what men say then soon, Ororo can have her hair restored.
"It's just some tests, Ororo," Kitten's fiance said, his face softening somewhat, "Nothing to worry about. You know that no one would hurt you here in Stepford, not while your best friend Kitten is taking care of you..."
Ororo heard him, but she was half-listening to him and half-listening to what the sexy voices were telling her about her hair. It will be long and pretty and she will never have a care in the world because she will have someone like FiFI to care for it. A pleasant tingle shot down her spine into her pussy at the very thought of this.
Kitten stepped forward, hugging the confused black woman, "Of course not. Victor is my fiance and a kind, wonderful, gentle man. He'll take good care of you Ororo, I promise...." She gave her a loving kiss on the cheek.
There was still a thought in Ororo's mind that something was horribly wrong,but soon, all thoughts and worries about the man, his name or the orderlies left her head and she looked up and smiled warmly at the men.
"Yes, sir," Ororo said, "I will come with you."
"Excellent," Victor Trask smiled triumphantly. He had been so nervous not just about what had transpired with Hammer Industries but the damage the former Storm's mutant powers had caused outside of the Doll House thanks to her conflicted mind's mood-swings. She needed her mutant weather-controlling powers removed as soon as possible, and he hoped that Dr.McCoy would be ready for her as soon as they arrived at the Stepford Clinic. He watched as Kitten and FiFi said their goodbyes to the former heroine in what was common for Stepford women and soon, the orderlies escorted the now submissive Ororo out of the penthouse suite. Trask stayed back to briefly sample what his wife-to-be had to offer, but he knew that supervising the removal of Ororo's mutant powers was of greater importance. Once this step was done, Ororo would be free to continue her path to becoming the perfect Stepford woman and nobody would have a care in the world about the once-valiant woman.
As Ororo was led outside of the Doll House, she noticed an emergency crew putting out multiple fires by the pool area. There were other voluptuous women clinging together, some crying and others looking worried. Ororo should have noticed that some of the poolside umbrella-covered tables were being frantically put out with fire extinguishers thanks to, little did she know, her own electrical storm but instead she saw that the barely dressed or nude women had voluptuous, mouthwatering bodies. Some were as curvacious as Kitten and FiFi, while others it looked like were not quite there yet but were getting close.
"Thank God nobody was hurt," one of the orderlies said as he guided Ororo inside the white van. All Ororo cared about, though, was how she couldn't wait to join them out by the pool, as her own body was made just as voluptuous as these beautiful women!