Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 06

I waited until Chrissie was distracted by Tonya's second orgasm. Then I drew my bare feet back as far as I could and managed to plant them on Chrissie's shoulders. Too late she realized what I was doing, and suddenly she was flying backwards, propelled by my feet. She recovered quickly, but by then I had rolled the nearly insensible Tonya off my body and scrambled to my feet.

Chrissie was on her feet as well, so we began to circle each other, looking for an opening. Then she rushed me and I grabbed her arm, and we stumbled around, each trying to find an opening. Then I lost my balance and fell, taking Chrissie with me. Unfortunately, the way we fell left Chrissie on top of me. I tried to scramble away, but Chrissie clutched me from behind, her hands grasping my huge boobs. Her breath was in my ear.

"Hey, slut," she breathed in my ear, "you're one orgasm away from five dollar blowjobs, you know that? Why fight it? Just let it happen. Meowwwwww. You'll be like Lori...so happy and giggly, so easy, so full of cum." Chrissie's hand slid down to my pussy then, and I gasped as I felt a jolt of pleasure from her fingers.

"Bite me, bitch!" I said. Strong words, but unfortunately, I wasn't sure how to back them up. My legs were parting on their own accord, and my belly muscles were already twitching and jumping. I was trying to struggle, but my bucking was getting weaker and weaker, and I just needed the orgasm to happen.

"Good slut," said Chrissie. "Almost there now...meooowwwww...just wait for it..."

Fortunately, that's when a very pissed off Tonya barreled into Chrissie.

"You bitch!" shrieked Tonya, crawling on top of Chrissie. "You're dead!"

The stunned Chrissie was trying to roll Tonya off of her, but the tenacious blonde was scrappy and had a serious mad-on. I finally got my senses back and scrambled to help Tonya.

"Get her on her back!" I said, and Tonya grabbed Chrissie's arms from behind and rolled her onto her back. Then I slid under Chrissie's legs and used leverage to push them all the way back so that her knees were pressed to the matt between her shoulders and hips. Her legs were spread obscenely apart, and I made sure to let the cameras get a nice angle. That done, I slid my fingers into her pussy and began to fuck her silly with my digits.

Chrissie's reaction was delicious. She clenched her teeth and tried to struggle free, but her hips were bucking helplessly. Her breath began to hiss through her teeth, and then she had to give in to her first orgasm. Her head went back and she let out a squeal that had the audience on their feet. I never stopped stroking my fingers into her pussy, and not long after her first orgasm, she was moaning and struggling once again as the second orgasm ripped through her helpless body.

This was it. We were close to eliminating Chrissie from this round, and it was going to be sweet. Chrissie was so wet that it had to be embarrassing for her, and I began using more fingers to stroke inside her. My two fingers became three, then four, and finally, the lubrication allowed me to unexpectedly slide my entire hand inside her.

There was a moment of silence as everybody realized that I was inside Chrissie up to my wrist. Even Tonya's eyes were wide with disbelief. Then I looked at Chrissie, who was whimpering and shaking her head.

I gave Chrissie a tight, cold smile and made a fist inside her.

Her pussy gripped my wrist tight as her body shuddered and bucked from the explosive orgasm. The referee had to wait nearly a minute before Chrissie finally stopped bucking and screaming from the intense orgasm. Her eyes were glazed and her lips were parted, and she was pretty much dead weight. Two beefcakes entered the ring and carried Chrissie out to heavy applause.

Finally, the referee signaled Tonya and I to begin again.

We circled each other warily. We both knew the stakes. The next one to have an orgasm was going to be a permanent playtoy. The crowd began to chant, "Bim-bo! Bim-bo! Bim-bo!" and stomp their feet in accompaniment. And then, finally, Tonya made the move.

She came in waist-high and tackled me to the matt. As I hit the matt, however, I kicked my legs up to make her flip over my head. It was only partially successful, though. Tonya held my hips and twisted in mid-air, so her hips ended up coming down on my face. This was actually fortunate, and I wrapped my arms around her waist so she couldn't move. This positioned her pussy directly in front of my mouth, which was good, but it also positioned her mouth next to my pussy, which wasn't so good. I felt her warm wet mouth pressing against my clit without hesitation on her part, and I slid my tongue immediately over her own hot button. It was on.

Concentrating on licking Tonya was hard due to the heated sensations coming from my pussy. Also, the sensations from my lips were driving me to climax much too quickly. My hips were wriggling and my belly muscles were jumping and twitching in response to her tongue. I felt her hesitate from time-to-time, and I knew she was having difficulties concentrating as well. But my hips were bucking and wriggling, and Tonya's were barely twitching. It wasn't a good sign.

Our simultaneous pleasuring of each other's pussies continued, and soon it was obvious that we were both close to our limits. My heart began pounding and I began to lick even more desperately, because my legs were practically splayed apart now and I wanted so badly to just lay back and cum my brains out. It didn't matter whether I tried to roll Tonya off me or not now; I was going to cum in the next ten seconds. In final defiance, I pressed a finger against her tight rear opening, and then everything blurred as I had one of the most incredible orgasms of my life. Tonya's smooth pussy muffled my moans and squeals, but there was no mistaking the fact that I was cumming like a slut.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, but eventually it stopped. I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, realizing it was over. The beefcakes would be here any second to drag me off to the Bimbo Throne. The crowd's applause was thunderous and it was difficult to hear what Paul was saying.

Finally it dawned on me that nobody had come to get me. Tonya sat up, and I did the same. Then I looked at Tonya. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing as heavy as I was. My mouth dropped open.

"You came too!" I said.

Tonya glared at me, then looked away.

That meant that Tonya and I had orgasmed at nearly the same time! But who came first?

I could see Biff talking on his cell phone, and I waved the referee over. "What's going on?" I asked.

The referee was watching Biff as well. "They're checking the computer readouts now. You and Tonya started at nearly the same time...so close that no one knows who started first. The computer will have it to the nanosecond, though."

Did I actually have a chance? Tonya and I got to our feet- albeit a bit shakily- and waited breathlessly for the results. We didn't have to wait long. In moments the unseen Paul's voice was blaring over the overhead.

"Ladies and gentlemen...the results are in. After checking computer monitoring records, it has been determined that Tonya began her orgasm approximately one and half seconds before Erica. Therefore, Erica has been declared the winner of the Orgasm Battle."

I squealed and began to jump up and down, heedless of my huge boobs bouncing everywhere. I had won! I had won! I turned to Tonya with a smirk.

Tonya's mouth was hanging open. She apparently had been sure she had won, and she was still trying to come to terms with losing. I followed her eyes to the electronic scoreboard, which now read:

TonyaB...I...M...B...O

LauraB...I...M...B...O

EricaB...I...M...B...x

ChrissieB...I...M...B...x

Tonya was going to the Bimbo Throne.

*****

"Well, here we are once again, and what a spectacular battle that was! C'mon, folks, let's hear it for our mighty sensual warriors, Christine, Erica and Tonya!"

Biff was carrying on as usual, building the suspense for everybody. He let the applause peak before he continued.

"It was a great battle, and Erica has amazingly survived yet again. Erica defeated Laura when it counted, and now she has Tonya following Laura to..." Biff cupped his ear.

"The Bimbo Throne!" screamed the audience. I really wished they'd get sick of saying that.

"The Bimbo Throne!" echoed Biff. "As you can see, Tonya is strapped up, wired up and ready to go!"

Indeed she was. Tonya was sitting on the large pink throne, the tiara in place on her head of massive platinum blonde hair. Her bare feet were shifting nervously. The lights dimmed and soon a single spotlight shone directly on Tonya.

"Alright, Tonya. Your name is so adorable we won't attempt to change it, but get ready, because...here...it...comes!" At the last word, Biff pressed the big button. Of course, the big button was just for show, inasmuch as a backstage tech was actually pulling a lever, but the audience didn't know that. The results were the same, however.

The spotlights swirled and the lights on the tiara flickered repeatedly. The loud hum buzzed incessantly for several seconds. Finally, the hum stopped, the lights slowed down, and the overhead lighting returned.

The techs descended upon Tonya and flashed lights in her eyes and all sorts of things before declaring her stable. Then they unstrapped her. She stood a bit unsteadily, but appeared to be fine.

Biff walked over. "So, Tonya, you've been through the Bimbo Throne! How do you feel?"

Tonya's knees were together, although her feet were spread apart. Her bare toes were pointed inward. She looked confused. "Ummmm...I'm okay. Really. I'm super, honest!" she said.

"That's great, Tonya! Would you like to go on a date later, sweetie?" asked Biff.

Tonya giggled. "With you, a famous tv guy and stuff? Oh, yeah, sure!"

Biff chuckled. "And what would we do after the date, Tonya?" he asked.

Tonya's hips wriggled, and she was having trouble following the conversation, but she giggled gamely. "Biffy! We're on tv! I can't tell you that!"

Biff put his arm around Tonya as she stood up. "Tonya, everybody! Let's give her a hand!"

*****

Chrissie stood on stage, looking nervously at the audience. She had just returned from receiving her fourth level of bimbification- her erotic enhancement session- and she was obviously trying to cope with waves of unfamiliar and intense sensations of arousal.

"Well, Christine," said Biff, "It's time for the accessory portion of the round. Usually you would spin the Accessory Wheel, but for this round, the final accessory round, we decided to turn it over to the audience for a phone in! For the last hour, the viewing audience has been phoning in their votes, and now our studio audience will do the same using the devices attached to the seats in front of them. Paul, tell the studio audience about their choices!"

"Certainly, Biff!" said the unseen Paul. "Choice number one involves Christine receiving a baby bump! That's right, it's the latest Hollywood craze! Christine's belly will swell to the size of an eighth month pregnancy for three to six months every year! Although there won't actually be a baby involved, pregnancy fans will get to enjoy all the perks of a pregnant bimbo as Christine will lactate and grow an adorably swollen belly."

"Choice number two involves Christine developing an addiction to semen! Yes, Christine will find herself not just wanting, but needing a daily dose of semen to get through the day. Whether she gets it orally, anally or vaginally, Christine will be grateful to get it any way she can!"

"Choice number three involves Christine becoming a butt slut! That's right, the nerves around Christine's anus will be altered in such a way that she will be more sensitive back there than her vagina! She will be able to achieve orgasms without difficulty and the only way she will be able to be satisfied sexually will be anally!"

"And finally, choice number four involves asianization! Yes, Christine will find her features and characteristics taking an Asian flavor whenever she becomes aroused! The more aroused she is, the more Asian her appearance!"

Biff smiled big for the audience. "So there you have it, folks. Make your choices now, and we'll be announcing the results shortly."

There was silence for a while as the studio audience made their selections. Chrissie pressed her thighs together, trying to deal with the erotic heat, and several times I saw her unconsciously twirling her pink-permed hair. She was definitely feeling the tension.

Finally, the buzzer sounded and time was up. Biff stepped to the front of the stage, making a show of answering his ringing cell phone.

"Yes, Mister Big, this is Biff Brewster," he said. "Yes, sir, I understand. Thank you, sir." Biff then hung up his phone.

"The results have been tallied, folks!" Biff turned to Chrissie. "Congratulations, Christine. The selection chosen by the viewers and the fans in the studio audience is choice number four: asianization!" The fans applauded and stomped their feet and Asian harp music began to play over the speakers. Two beefcakes escorted Chrissie toward backstage. Biff turned back to the audience.

"Well, folks, that's all for tonight," said Biff. "Next episode will be the final match for the Museum Heist Gone Wrong Gang! Yes, it will be Erica versus Christine for all the marbles, winner takes all! There can be only one! The underdog Erica versus the favorite Christine in the hardest-core contest yet...the Goblin Cage Match! Thanks for joining us, everybody, and remember...the only good bimbo...is any bimbo! Good night, everybody!"

NEXT: Round Seven: ENDGAME.