Dr. Joseph's Office Ch. 05

"Um, a bit after 6," Audrey said, her voice breathy and faint.

"Well, just call me around then, and you can come join in the fun," Tabbi purred. "Unless you have other plans?"

"No, no, I'd love to come for you, I mean, with you," Audrey said. "I, uh, oh, I, this is really sudden, I'm, um..." Tabbi kissed Audrey on the lips, cutting her off mid-babble.

"See you then," was all Tabbi said as she and Crystal left the store, leaving a dazed Audrey behind the counter. Crystal lugged all of their purchases out to the car and loaded them up, while Tabbi waited impatiently.

"Now," Tabbi said, fishing the Visa out of Crystal's cleavage, "we're going to find a hotel for the night. Here's where you're going to go..."

Crystal pulled the car out of the parking lot, and onto the road. About twenty minutes later, thanks to Tabbi's directions, they pulled into the parking deck of the Riverview Hilton, one of the city's swankier hotels.

Eyes throughout the lobby popped as Tabbi and Crystal waltzed in through the front door. The only employee at the front desk was a mousy young woman with large glasses and tidy brown hair swept up in a bun.

"Welcome to the Riverview Hilton," she squeaked. "How may I help you?"

"We'd like to book a room..." Tina, her name tag said, "...Tina. Do you have anything... big?" Tabbi leaned in over the desk, so that she was less than an inch from Tina's face.

"Um, uh, how many people?" Tina stammered, her face going red.

"Three," Tabbi said, her voice husky. "Our other friend, she'll be along later."

Tina gulped, and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. "Okay, um, well, the, uh, penthouse suite just opened up, but that's, uh, just for tonight."

Tabbi smiled. "That's all I need," she said. She reached out and let down Tina's hair. The girl looked much more adorable when she wasn't so stuffy. Her brown hair fell in cascades around her face, covering her eyes.

"I'm going to need to, um, see some ID, and I'll also need, ah, a, um, a credit card," Tina said. She pushed her hair back, and Tabbi took the time to appreciate what fantastic hair this girl had. It was a lustrous light brown that fell in waves past Tina's shoulders.

"Here you go," Tabbi whispered, sliding the platinum Visa across the counter, and adding her driver's license. Tina took them with shaking hands, and tapped more keys on her keyboard. She handed the credit card and driver's license back to Tabbi, who took them, brushing against the other woman's hand.

Tina moaned softly at Tabbi's touch. "If you want much more where that came from, Tina, you know where I'll be tonight," she said, then laughed and turned towards the elevator. Tina waved at Tabbi's and Crystal's backs, a gobstruck expression on her face.

The two of them rode up in a packed elevator, squeezed in next to a pinch-faced woman in an expensive suit. As the elevator emptied out, except for the three of them, the woman grew increasingly relaxed. By the 31st floor, where the woman was getting off, she looked like she was about to melt out of her skirt, right then and there.

Before the woman in the suit got off, Tabbi whispered, "There's one more floor. You know where I'll be tonight." The woman moaned and nodded. When the elevator doors opened, she lurched out, a dazed look on her face.

Less than a minute later, the elevator doors opened again, on the 32nd and last floor. There was a short hallway that had four doors along its sides, but those were irrelevant. It all led to the door at the end of the hall, the main room of the penthouse suite.

Tabbi inserted her key card, and opened the door. Crystal trundled in after her, luggage in hand. The blond bimbo gasped at what lay within.

It was a vast room, facing towards the setting sun, with a huge window letting in all the light. Every color in the room was bright and warm as all hell: yellows, oranges, reds. There were three descending tiers, going down to a bar right by the window.

"Perfect," Tabbi pronounced. "Put that down over there, slut, and let's get started." Crystal scurried to obey her new Mistress.

There was a timid knock at the door, and Tabbi opened it to find the woman from the elevator standing there. Her red hair was disheveled, and she seemed to have torn her skirt in the process of masturbating. Which she was still doing, right in the open, for the whole world to see.

Tabbi stepped aside wordlessly, and the suit-clad woman staggered in, cheeks aflame and fingers buried deep in her pussy.

"Think you want to be my slave, whore?" Tabbi said, drawing the woman in closer. The woman moaned and nodded.

"Take my clothes off, Crystal," Tabbi commanded. Crystal scurried to obey, and soon Tabbi stood before the other two women in all of her chocolate-skinned glory. The redhead moaned again, and fell on her knees.

"What's your name, whore?" Tabbi asked.

"Deborah," the redhead moaned.

Tabbi stroked her chin and said, "Not anymore. Your name is Debbi, and you call me Mistress. Now, eat my pussy, Debbi."

Debbi obeyed immediately, licking at her Mistress's cunt. Tabbi leaned back against a couch and sighed. "Crystal, call Audrey and tell her to come down here," she said, over her shoulder.

There was another timid knock on the door, and Tabbi said, "Enter." Tina, the brown-haired receptionist, stepped through the door hesitantly. As soon as she entered the room, she took a big sniff, moaned, and passed out on the floor.

But Tabbi didn't have much time for that, because Debbi was bringing her to climax. Tabbi braced herself, spread her legs wide, and orgasmed.

A veritable torrent of cum drenched Debbi's face. When Tabbi looked down at her new slave, she could barely tell where Debbi's eyes were. "Lick it all off," Tabbi commanded, and Debbi obeyed.

For a second, Tabbi thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, because every time Debbi ate some of the cum, her breasts seemed to grow a bit. But, no, it wasn't a trick. Debbi was definitely growing a bigger rack. By the time the redhead had finished eating all of Tabbi's cum, her chest was at least as big as Debbi's.

"Um, Debbi feels, like, weird," Debbi said, as her hair started growing out a few feet. Then she giggled, and said, "Actually, I just feel great! Thank you, Mistress!"

"You're welcome, slut," Tabbi said, patting Debbi on the head. "Now, I think we need to deal with Tina over here. Crystal, Debbi, pick her up and bring her to the other side of this couch."

Her slaves obeyed immediately, while Tabbi just sat down on the couch and watched. They picked Tina up, one under each arm, and hauled her over to Tabbi's crotch. As soon as they released her, she fell forward, right into Tabbi's pussy.

Tina groaned, and Tabbi pressed the brunette's head deeper into her crotch. As Tabbi's next slave regained consciousness, her tongue began fluttering in and out of her mouth. Tabbi moaned, and spread her legs further, to allow Tina even more access.

It turned out that Tina was a surprisingly good pussylicker, and in less than a minute, Tabbi moaned and climaxed, squirting cum all over Tina. "Lick it off," Tabbi said, a tinge of exhaustion in her voice. "Eat all of it."

Soon, Tina stood next to Debbi and Crystal, beaming and unbelievably sexy. The three of them, blond, redhead, and brunette, formed most of the parts of the hair rainbow. All that was left was...

Knock. Knock.

An excitedly chattering Crystal escorted Audrey into the room. Tabbi smiled. She had a good idea what color Audrey's hair actually was. Or, rather, what color her hair was going to be.

The following morning

Mistress Tabbi and her four slaves left the Hilton in style, clad in spandex, latex, and, in only Mistress Tabbi's case, a good bit of leather. Tina checked them out and quit her job, all with one trip to a confused supervisor. At the front door, a limo, driven by a young Ukrainian woman, awaited their pleasure.

Debbi easily maneuvered the dazed and confused driver into the passenger seat, and took the wheel herself. When Mistress Tabbi had the time, she would take care of Irina here. For now, though, she had other priorities.

Off they went, leaving a horde of confused guests and staff in their wake. At least one or two of them felt an inexplicable need to find the statuesque black woman who had led that troop of bimbos. Sooner or later, they would.

About twenty-five minutes later, the limo pulled up in front of Lord's Artistry, which was just opening for business. The owner, Virginia Lord herself, came out to meet her apparently wealthy new client.

Surrounded by her willing servants, Mistress Tabbi led a suddenly woozy Virginia inside. Audrey flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED, and put the shutters down on all the windows. Crystal trailed behind, holding a suitcase full of fun things.

At the back of the store, on a raised dais, stood the leather armchair from which Virginia's father had apparently run his empire. Tina and Debbi lifted it up, and set it down behind their Mistress. Tabbi took her throne.

"Cuffs," she said, and Debbi took a pair of handcuffs out of Crystal's suitcase. They weren't the fuzzy sort one might use with a lover. This was the sort police officers used, hard and cold and metallic. Debbi pulled Virginia's arms behind her and fastened the cuffs around the shop owner's wrists. Virginia seemed blissfully unaware.

In the background of all this, Audrey reentered the front door, carrying the limo driver, who had passed out from longing for her future Mistress. Tabbi gestured to a work bench with a huge pile of cloth, and Audrey nodded.

Returning to the business at hand, Tabbi leaned down and slapped her boss in the face.

"God damn, I have been waiting to do that for fucking ever," Tabbi said, as Virginia gasped and came to her senses. She looked around her in shock, and whimpered, "Who- who are you? What do you w- want? There's, there's cash in the back, lots of it."

"That's the least of what I want, and it's the least I'm going to get," Tabbi said, taking Little Miss Trust Fund by the scruff of her neck. "But don't you recognize me, Ms. Lord? I just slaved away for you at barely any money at all. For four fucking years, I did all the fucking work for you, you spoiled fucking brat.

"Now we're both getting what we deserve." Tabbi unbuckled the leather bottom that hid her crotch, and revealed her pussy, in all of its glory. "Take a whiff of that, bitch, and know that when you're my pussylicking fuckslave, I'm gonna love every second of it. I'll make you beg to be my lowest servant, and you'll love every second of that.

"And all because you couldn't give me fucking dental." Tabbi grinned down at her prisoner. "So thanks for that, Ms. Lord. You can take this job and shove it up your ass." She looked thoughtful for a second. "Although I've got something else to put up your ass, so there might not be room."

Tabbi gestured to Debbi and Tina, and they shoved Virginia forward, toppling her straight into Tabbi's cunt. "Ooooh yes," Tabbi moaned, as she held Virginia in place, pushing her deeper into her cunt. "You're gonna be so dirty, you fucking piece of shit."

It wasn't exactly the best pussylicking session Tabbi had experienced, particularly when compared with the last 24 hours. But it was much more satisfying than any of last night's orgy had been, on an emotional level. It felt like she was repaying all the times Virginia Lord had fucked her over. It felt like a big fucking victory.

Tabbi arched her back and orgasmed, shooting cum all over Virginia's face. The humiliated businesswoman reeled back, as Tabbi looked on in triumph. "Eat it," she said. "Eat all of it, you fucking bitch. Eat it, goddamnit, or I'll ream you out like a dead fucking cow."

Virginia meekly obeyed, licking up all the cum she could reach. Debbi and Tina scraped the rest off with spoons, and took turns serving it to their new sister. Bit by bit, Ginni grew into her new body, busting out of her expensive business suit. Her fellow pussyslaves took off its remnants, then turned to look at their Mistress.

"Get the rest of it out," Mistress Tabbi said, remaining in her seat. She looked down at the wretched bimbo at her feet. "You didn't think that was all, did you? You're not leaving this building with even the slightest shred of intelligence. You'll be nothing but an eager slave with bubbles for brains for the rest of your fucking life, bitch."

Debbi and Tina returned with two dildos and several water bottles filled with cum. "Ginni, you fucking bitch, this is going to be the ride of your goddamn life." Mistress Tabbi opened one of the bottles, and took a big whiff of it.

"Ah, can you smell that lovely scent, Ginni? You know what that is? Do you, you fucking bitch?" Tabbi screamed at her latest bimbo. "That's the smell of your brains melting down and dribbling out of your ears. When I'm done with you, you'll be so stupid, you won't be able to put your clothes on."

She took the larger dildo and dipped it into the water bottle. It came out coated with cum, but that was nowhere near enough. Mistress Tabbi upended the bottle over Ginni's mouth, and rotated the dildo to get an even coating. With a gesture, Audrey and Tina brought Ginni to her feet, and Debbi spread the bimbo's legs wide.

Mistress Tabbi rammed the lubricated dildo deep into Ginni's asshole. The bimbo screamed as it entered that virgin orifice, but none of the other women in the room cared. Her three captors merely rotated her, so that Mistress Tabbi would have access to Ginni's cunt.

With a huge smile on her face, Mistress Tabbi shoved the other dildo, cum coating and all, deep into Ginni's pussy. Audrey and Tina brought the dazed and aroused bimbo to her knees once more.

"Eat me, bitch," Mistress Tabbi said, and plunged Ginni's head between her legs again. Ginni obeyed with more alacrity this time, but even when her Mistress had cum five times (and Ginni three), it still wasn't enough.

Mistress Tabbi held her bimbo's head between her legs for at least thirty minutes, this time. After twenty orgasms, she kind of lost track. But certainly by the end of it, she had coated Ginni's face with a thick layer of cum. Only Ginni's mouth was visible, beneath Mistress Tabbi's deposits.

Bit by bit, Ginni's tongue licked off the cum, and it disappeared down her throat. With the help of the other bimbos, it all vanished, and Ginni was left, naked, by herself, kneeling before her Mistress.

"Tee hee!" she said.

Tabbi took a little while to admire what she'd done, thanks to Dr. Joseph and some very obedient bimbos. Ginni was truly a work of art. If there were awards for bimbos, she'd sweep them with this piece of tits and ass.

Where Tabbi and her bimbos were well-endowed, Ginni boasted a pair of tits, each the size of a soccer ball. Where Tabbi and her bimbos were slim and sleek, Ginni was shockingly thin, with a waist that would probably measure about ten inches. Where Tabbi and her bimbos had well-rounded asscheeks, Ginni had more junk in her trunk than ten garbage trucks. Where Tabbi and her bimbos had a spark (or two) of intelligence in their eyes, Ginni looked out onto the world without a single iota of understanding, beyond...

"Mistress," Ginni moaned, and lunged forward at Mistress Tabbi's pussy. Tabbi swatted her away, and crossed her legs. She'd had more than enough out of Ginni for today. There was plenty to be had in the future. In the meantime, there was another matter that needed taking care of.

"Bring me Rina," she told Debbi and Audrey. They nodded, and went over to the makeshift bed currently being used by the Ukrainian limo driver. All the fumes of cum had rendered her both woozy and horny, so she stumbled down the aisle towards the throne, both hands pumping between her legs.

"Rina, you may eat me," Mistress Tabbi said, in a much kinder voice. Unlike Ginni, Tabbi had nothing against this girl. But she would be needing a chauffeur, and who better than someone with real experience? If that chauffeur could also lick pussy like a champion, so much the better.

One month later

"I guess this is one mountain that won't be coming to me, eh?" Dr. Joseph said as Crystal pulled into the mansion's driveway. The bimbo looked at him, puzzled, but he didn't expect anything less out of her. If he'd been interested in conversation from Dr. Golden, he would've put her into Room 4, like Ms. White.

They stepped out into the bright and sunny day, as far away from the city as Ms. White had been able to manage in her short time atop her new business empire. Both of them treasured their privacy, and their servants didn't care, as long as they got to fuck. It was certainly harder for neighbors' tongues to wag if they couldn't see anything.

Dr. Joseph knocked on the front door three times, and two of Ms. White's bimbos opened it for him. He and his bimbos passed through, into a marvelously debauched foyer.

An Indian bimbo was grinding herself against a dildo mounted on the wall, tits shaking in time with her thrusts. A redhead and a Hispanic bimbo were 69ing behind a large potted plant, and as for the rest of the room...

Well, he was going to have to find a way around the seething mass of arms, legs, heads, and tits that occupied the majority of the room. He and his bimbos edged along the wall, holding hands so that they wouldn't feel tempted to join the orgy.

After a few minutes, they got past the tangled pile of bimbos and reached the stairs. These were far from unoccupied, too, though the way was unobstructed. As Dr. Joseph and his bimbos walked up the stairs, they passed a platinum-blond African bimbo being reamed out by a brunette with a strap-on. There was plenty more of that to go around before they reached the top of the stairs.

The hall in which they found themselves was blessedly free of orgies, both large and small. Dr. Joseph could hear them happening behind several doors, but that was none of his concern. All he cared about was the room at the end of the hallway.

Twin bimbos with staffs stood on each side of the double doors that led into that room, and as Dr. Joseph approached, they flung the doors open. Executing a precise series of steps, they preceded the Doctor and his bimbos, then rapped their staffs against the floor.

"Your 3 o'clock, Mistress," they said in unison, and stepped aside to let Dr. Joseph and his bimbos through.

This room had been a formal dining room when it was built, but now it was, apparently, Mistress Tabbi's office. Leave it to a history major to have all sorts of pompous notions of pageantry stuffed in her head. She sat at the other end of the long room, on a raised dais, with an ornate wooden desk before her.

"Welcome, Dr. Joseph," Tabbi said. "Asshole, bring the good Doctor a chair." A Japanese bimbo with elaborate tattoos on her buttcheeks bowed and moved a leather armchair in front of Tabbi's desk. The Mistress herself did not stir from where she sat.

"A fine home you've made," he said, taking the seat. It didn't seem to have anything wet on it, though it wouldn't surprise him if some leftover cum had gotten into the cracks.

"For now," she said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "I assume that's part of why you're here."

"Well, yes. It's hard enough sharing this city with the ordinary harems, but I don't think we'd get along well for very long in close proximity."

Tabbi handed a folder to a petite yet buxom redhead, who carried it out of the room. "As it happens, I agree," she said. "That's why I'm in the process of liquidating most of my investments here. I'll be moving a bit further away, to a city with lots of potential."

"And where might that be?" he asked.

"I was thinking of New York City," she replied. "Just think of all the weird people who live there, and all the girls who think they'll 'make it' in New York. We'll fit in perfectly. Plus, I've always liked upstate New York a good bit."