It was the end of Cassandra Cain. Her superior mind, so potent in the art of
combat, was unprepared for the orgasmic onslaught of Bimbotech flesh. Every movement-whether shifting of body or
breath of air--every touch-by her own hands, the hands of others, the floor or
the cool air: all sent a torrent of pleasure flooding through her body. Never in her life had she ever even imagined such
a thing (my boobs…my-my-my tits. So BIG!
So GOOD!) and now her very sense of self had begun slipping away. Cassandra Cain was a small flame ready to
burn out.
There had been a moment of rebellion--when the
shrinking flame suddenly burned hot again.
She had heard Stephanie cry out and the thought of her friend in
distress strengthened and inspired Cassandra’s ability to fight. Thru sheer force of will Cassandra pushed
back against the corrupted pleasures of her transformed body. Her mind cleared just enough for Cassandra to
suddenly realize that Stephanie’s cries were not of pain or distress: but moans
of pleasure. ‘Stephanie’s being fucked!
She’s being fucked hard!’ Cassandra’s body roared back at her in defiance, ‘WE
SHOULD BE GETTING FUCKED TO!’ It was too
much, even the jealously of her body felt good. So fucking good. Cassandra’s
defiance was snuffed out.
Cassandra gave no resistance when two Bimbotech
technicians pulled her up from her quivering heap on the floor. They easily led her to a conversion chair;
similar to the one Stephanie Brown similar now occupied. They strapped the former Batgirl down, at her
wrists, her ankles and around her chest.
Finished, the two men stepped back chuckling and the chair’s helmet lowered
down around Cassandra’s head.
The chair rumbled to life and Cassandra Cain exploded.
Mr. Fink jumped when the other girl started
screaming. He had been busy with Luthor,
standing in front of Stephanie Brown: after her initial orgasmic burst brought
on by the chair, the blond heroine had quickly quieted. Stephanie was now breathing heavily, her
chest heaving in and out, a layer of sweat covering her massive tits. The new programming entered into the Chair’s
operating system was beginning to results; she had mentioned a name (Tim?) and
was starting to mumble more.
“I’M FUCKING CASSIE CARNAL!! FUCK YEAH!! FUCK ME! FUCK-FUCK- FUCK ME HARD!!”
Fink spun around, Luthor didn’t react, his attention
was completely focused on Stephanie and he held his phone recording everything the
girl mumbled. Two of his men were
already releasing the newly minted bimbo slut from the chair. “Holy Shit Mr. Fink” one of them said to him,
“We just tied her phat ass down. And
blammo! That’s gotta be a fuck’n new
record!”
Freed from the chair Cassie Carnal slipped down her
knees. She leaned back slightly, presenting
her massive watermelon sized tits for all to see. She snaked her left hand down the front of
her body straight to her cunt and immediately inserted three fingers. Her other hand cupped her right boob and
pushed it up. Cassie stared up at Fink
with glassy eyes bright with adoration.
“Oh my gawd!” she giggled with her now high, bubbly
voice, “You made me a Bimbo! That’s
awesome! I’m awesome! I’m Cassie Carnal!
I’m so horny! Me a bimbo
slut! So good!” She looked straight at Fink’s crotch. “Let me thank you Sir!”
Fink grinned.
Hours before this girl had been some bad ass super-ninja and now she was
on her knees begging for his cock. Not
only that, her transformation had happened in record time. ‘Fuck’ Fink thought to himself, ‘It was a new Bimbotech record!’
Fink looked down at Cassie Carnal in triumph. “Don’t worry little Bimbo,” he began, “you’ll
get a chance to thank me!” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “But first I gotta finish with your little
friend Steffi there! Than the two of you
can thank me!”
Cassie giggled at the promise of cock. Fink ordered his two men to take her away to
get cleaned up and made to look like a proper bimbo. He returned his attention
back to Stephanie Brown, who very soon was going to join her friend Cassie
Carnal.