bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: The Australian is back as per an ask a while back Flea PrizeThe Lan
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: The Australian is back as per an ask a while back Flea PrizeThe Land Rover bounced along the uneven surface of the desert road flanked on either side by sand dunes. They had been travelling for over two hours and were truly in the middle of nowhere. When the vehicle finally stopped outside the small, one storey safehouse a man leapt from the passenger seat and scurried around to the back door to open it. He stepped out and followed the driver inside.The girl was sat in a corner of the room staring at her phone. Given the amount of grunts and screams it was obvious that she was watching porn. When they entered her head turned slowly and she was drawn to him immediately.“I know you”, he said in his thick Australian accent. “What’s her name?”One of the men consulted a clipboard before he spoke.“We have her down as Flii”, he replied, shaking his head in confusion. “What is that short for something?”“Flea”, he muttered, nodding as the memories came flooding back. “She was a Pax Populi girl, part of Epsom squad”.“That band of bitches”, chimed in the driver. “We brought them down years ago”.“Hmmm, indeed we did. This one was never found though. She went off the grid, presumably to abandon the cause and live a normal life. It seems the past has caught up with her.Flea listened to the conversation as passive and docile as a sheep. Her mouth remained slightly slack, her eyes wide in minimal curiosity. If she recognised the Australian she didn’t show it. Instead she continued to stare as he approached and felt up her lithe body.“She’s certainly filled out”, he remarked, pushing her tits together and admiring her like a work of art. “She was their youngest saboteur, quite the little pest. I’d always hoped to get my hands on her”.“The conversion centre got there first”, said the man with the clipboard. “Dropped her IQ and bolted on those boobs. Can you do the job or not? We’re running out of time”.The Australian nodded. His fingers went up to stroke her cheek and he stared deeply into her eyes. For a second he thought he caught a glimmer of fear and anxiety but with one slow blink she was blank again.“Let’s get her to my workshop” he commanded, stepping back to allow the guys to grab Flea and carry her towards the jeep.‘Welcome to the BMBO Employee of the Year Award Show, a prestigious occasion where we can celebrate the hard work and dedication of our world renowned staff and marvel at their incredible achievements in bimbo conversion…’The Australian ignored the speaker and was drawn once more to Flea. He had had forty eight hours to transform her and all in all he was happy with the results. She was positioned at the side of the stage in preparation for the ceremony. To the naked eye she was simply a statue but even from his distance near the back of the lavish hall he could see her chest rise and fall slightly and her body give the occasional quiver.Flea had been bathed in the vat of liquid bronze for almost twenty four hours, coated from head to toe in the sticky substance that was designed in such a way that her skin could still breathe. The whole mixture was of his own design and extremely effective. Once out of the vat he was able to entwine her hands around the model of the cock and rest her knees on the balls into a position of obedience and servitude. He was particularly proud of her hair, each strand carefully positioned so that it spread across the shaft beautifully. In minutes it hardened until she was stuck solid against the dick, unable to move away or adjust her body. The once feisty girl had become a literal trophy.‘…And the winner is Anthony Fletcher’The guy that bounded out of his seat seemed young, in his early twenties at least. The Australian hadn’t been paying much attention but from what he could gather he had managed to capture a record number of girls in the past year, almost approaching the ten thousand mark. He watched as he shook hands with his colleagues and hopped up onto the stage to accept his trophy.Naturally the award winner couldn’t pick up the life size sculpture. The Australian watched as he stroked Flea’s behind and then stepped up to the podium to deliver a speech. Throughout the delivery he kept looking across at the award and the erection in his pants was evident. No doubt he would fuck her the minute he was left alone backstage and it would be the first of many. Perhaps the Australian should have been annoyed that his latest work would be violated at the earliest opportunity but in fact he was flattered. She had been designed to admire and grope.When his speech was finally over the Australian joined the entire audience in a standing ovation. His clapping was different though. Rather than admiring the young man’s achievements his was a final salute to Epsom Squad. The group was well and truly extinct, Flea a testament to their uncomfortable, humiliating downfall.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link
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