Storm had learned about this place from one
of her contacts in the Morlocks. A group of men had shown up and offered food,
lodging and good pay for any women willing to fight. Several left but they were
followed to a door in a back alley behind a warehouse.
As their former leader Storm was duty bond
to help these young mutants. She floated down to the alley entrance and was
surprised to find that there was no form of lock on the door, not even a chain.
Pushing it open she opened the door cautiously, leading into an empty room with
a staircase leading down. Sending a gust of wind down the stairwell she didn’t
feel any resistance that would come from a human body, security cameras or even
a velvet rope.
Cautiously she advanced down the stairs the
walls and light fixtures were decorated similarly to those of the Hellfire
Club, a lot of white marble and red curtains. She should probably have word
with Frost when she gets back. By the time she reached the bottom of the four
flights she founder herself in a similarly decorated lobby.
“Oh. Hello Ma’am can I take your coat, oh
sorry, cape?” She was greeted by blond wearing a latex bellhop uniform the red
latex jacket straining to keep her mammoth cleavage inside. Her voice breathy
and oozing sexuality.
“You don’t seem to be threatened by me do
you child?” Storm asked curiously as she charged a bolt of lightning in her
hand.
The blonde passed and put placed a white
latex gloved finger on her ruby red lips and seamed to contemplate her answer.
“Well everyone that comes here are here for
the fights. People don’t come here unless they want to be here. So that means
you want to see the fights.” The bellhop clapped her hands together and jumped
up and down in celebration of her right answer. Storm was disturbed at the
woman’s behaviour and how her breasts seemed to defy gravity as they continued
to giggle even after she stopped jumping. “Now the fight has already started so
you can’t bet but, you can order an intermission drink if you’d like.”
“No thank you. I’m driving” Storm replied
trying her best not to stare at her giggling cleavage.
“Okey Dokey. Have a nice night and enjoy
the show and please don’t hesitate to ask for anything.” The bellhop said as
she pointed towards a curtain in the corner. Handing Storm a pamphlet with the
words Bimbo Battle Royal in bubble gum pink letters.
Taking the pamphlet she walked over and
opened the curtained she was greeted with the roar of the crowd. It was all too
similar to her days back in the mutant fighting underworld of the Arena, on the
monitors showed the fight that transpired in the pit below. Of the two
combatants she recognised the one in street clothes Jamie, one of the Morlocks
her only mutation was her purple skin and horns, she was wielding two knifes
but the blades seemed like they were sheaved in plastic casings. The other was
a woman in a Japanese school girl outfit two sizes too small for her, with her
hair in blonde pig tails and a chest not as large as the Bellhops but still
quite large. Fighting off Jamie’s advances with a small white dildo.
The sight was bizarre and somewhat
tantalizing the crowd’s cheers brought her days as a champion and she ran her
tongue across her lips in excitement. Jamie kept trying to circle around her
opponent but her advance was halted as a power trust from the phallic weapon
forced her to retreat.
Opening the pamphlet she checked the fight
listing:
Jamie vs Lola
Match Handicaps
Jamie:
-
No powers
-
No ring out
Lola:
-
Opponent weapon advantage
-
Bad fashion choice
Storm was curious about the rules were
strange for any fighting competition. But she was quickly shocked when a strike
from Lola’s weapon hit Jamie’s left breast causing it to grow half a size. But
the mock school girl’s celebration was cut short when she was tackled to the
floor by a furious Jamie. Pinning her down, she forced one of her “knife’s”
into her mouth. Before Storm could react she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“No interrupting the fights ma’am.” The
bellhop stated with the same ditzy tone she had earlier, her eyes glowing pink.
Storm recognised the sensation, the woman was a telepath. “Just relaxes and
enjoy the show.
Storm felt a wave of calmness wash over her
as she watched a mutant she cared for do something that would kill someone in a
real fight. However when the blade entered her mouth it caused an electric
discharge that arced over her entire body. As she struggled to get out of the
pin, her voluptuous body began to shrink until it was that of an average woman.
The crowd cheered as the bell rang and Jamie was announced the winner, she
raised her arms and thanked the crowd even with her slightly lopsided chest she
was full of pride.
“Now let’s go see the boss lady. I bet
she’ll be real happy to see an X-man has come to join”
“I know what you’re thinking she looks just
like Emma Frost.” The woman in the white business said from behind her desk.
Storm stood in the centre of the room unable to break free of the hold over her
mind. “My name you ask well I haven’t really thought of one so why don’t you
call me Game Mistress. As for this appearance I figured if anyone say me out on
the floor they think I was just another high roller.” Stopping to take a drink
from her glass Storm felt a disgusted at how load the woman gulped down the
thick pink liquid.
“Do you know what virulent intelligence
is?” Game Mistress asked she got out of her chair and walked over to the window
overlooking the arena. “It literally means that my intellect is constantly growing.
I’ve translated this conversation into over twenty languages on earth, twelve
in alien dialects, six mystical tongues and binary code. That doesn’t even
cover 1% of my mental capacity. Or to put it in lay mends terms. Whatever you
have planned won’t work.” Pouring herself another drink from one of the several
bottles on the desk, another pink one.
“My brain should have grown out of my skull
and would have died an agonising death two years ago if not for this little
miracle. I call it “Bimbo Juice”. Gesturing to the bottles. “Give it to a
normal person they turn into a brainless skank with an insatiable libido, for
me I get to be the smartest being in the universe without the crippling pain.
But I degrees you’re curious about what you saw down there. All the fighters
have taken a cocktail of Bimbo Juice and Nano-machines, once they get touched
by an activation rod they trigger and are transformed into a bimbo or back
depending on the rod. I’ve had hundreds of girls transformed and shipped off to
enjoy their new minds and bodies, while the Jane’s get more money than they
know what to do with.” Walking back across the room and looking the heroine
dead in the eye.
“Which brings us to you. I could just wipe
your memory and send you on your way. But you want to save all the girls. So
let’s make a deal you’ll enter the Bimbo Battle Royal for let’s say 69 fights.
With maximum penalties against you, average beating rate and a 63 % rate of
being transformed once before half way. It should be more than enough recoup my
losses from surrendering all the girls and closing the arena down for good. So
what will it be?”
Storm wanted to rip her head off, she
wanted to take this building down, she wanted to arrest every man and woman
cheering as those poor woman are turned into mindless sex toys. But she was
powerless to do anything. All she could do was agree to the terms and beat the
odds.
“Good I already have an outfit picked out
for you” Game Mistress said pulling a bag out from under her desk.
Storm looked in the mirror at the garb that
would serve as her armour in the conflicts to come and was repulsed by it. The
outfit mostly consisted of red latex, with tight high boots that was partially
hidden from what Storm considered to be more of a large corset than a dress. It
had long latex gloves attached to it with the dress being halved and clung
together by tight string crosses going along her side and midriff. The top was
trimmed with black feathers and what wasn’t covered with latex was exposed even
the added silver neck ring restrained her body more to the dress.
“Don’t look so sower sweaty” Game Mistress
said as she poured a shoot of the pink liquid from a black bottle. “The
contract says that one of your handicaps is an outfit that impairs your
movants, besides when you get bimbofied it’ll look sexy as fuck on you. “
Handing her the glass, and presenting her the contract. In all the details they
had discussed at the bottom there was a space for her name in print but, next
to it was something else. Bimbo handle: RO’RO repulsed by the name she’ll have
if she lost a fight she furiously scribbled her name on the contract.
“Drink up sweaty you have a lot of matches
to win.” Game Mistress said as she offered Storm the glass. Downing it in one
gulp she gagged on how sweet the nano-machine chemical solution. The only way
out now was to win.