Muscle Bimbo Ch. 08

"Well?" Winter pressed eagerly. "What do you say, Alex? Will you surrender yourself? Will you give yourself to me?"

It took Alex a long moment to muster the strength to say: "No."

Winter raised an eyebrow. "No? Can you really be so sure? Let me tell you what is going to happen to you if you surrender." Winter rose elegantly to her feet and walked a slow circuit around the coffee table to behind where Alex knelt, her long black skirt swinging and bouncing as she walked. She bent down behind Alex, placing her head just beside and behind Alex's. Still bound by her command, Alex couldn't move besides turning her head as far as she could to look at Winter.

"You're going to keep going to that gym, day after day." Alex shivered at Winter's whispered voice so close to her ear, still dangerously seductive and powerful. "You're going to become so strong, so fit, so muscular. You're going to push yourself so hard, just for me." Alex gasped as Winter slid her hand around Alex's bare waist. "You're going to mold yourself into exactly what I want you to be. Stronger, faster, better, all so you can be more pleasing in my eyes. All so your body can satisfy me better."

Suddenly Alex could picture it vividly. She could imagine herself growing stronger, bigger, more muscular. She could imagine Winter inspecting her, just like she'd done earlier, She could imagine Winter throwing her down and fucking her, using her new, trained body like a sex toy for her own amusement.

"I'm going to fill your mind with sex," Winter kept whispering, "until it's all you think of. All you dream of. You'll be a needy, voracious, desperate, dripping slut your every waking moment. I'll fuck you every single day, or give you to my friends to use like a cheap whore, and even that won't be enough for you. You'll be constantly begging to be fucked. Everyone will know what you are. Alex the shameless slut."

Alex could picture that too. It would just like all the times Sierra had fucked her, or the time Marie had finger-fucked and humiliated her at the party, except every day. She'd spend her whole life drunk off of pleasure or arousal. Whenever she wasn't at the gym she'd be trying to get her pussy filled, by her own fingers or by someone else. Winter kissed the curve of Alex's neck, and it was like she could already feel that pleasure coursing through her.

"And I'm going to take away every last bit of that intelligence you worked so hard to develop." Winter's other hand was all over Alex - her tits, her stomach, her hips. Alex was completely helpless within Winter's embrace. "I'm going to make you so dumb. You'll barely be able to string a sentence together without giggling like a hapless bimbo. Won't that be nice? You won't have to do any of the difficult, stressful studying or thinking. No-one will expect anything like that, not from you. I promise, it'll feel so good. The more brainless you get, the better it'll feel, until everything you once knew will be gone and you'll be in constant, mindless bliss."

Alex was practically moaning at the thought. It was so vivid, so powerful, so tempting. But at that last suggestion, Winter's words caught onto some secret nest of resistance. The thought of truly losing her intelligence like that was repulsive, so repulsive it shocked Alex out of her reverie. She couldn't let that happen! She'd worked her whole life to become smart, to get to college, to ace her exams so she could really be something one day. It was the thing she was most proud of. She couldn't let that slip away, she just couldn't. Not in exchange for something as simple and crude as sexual pleasure.

"No!" Alex shouted. It took all her strength, and more besides, to shout with such conviction, but she managed it. "I'll never give myself to you!"

"Never?" Winter removed her hands from Alex's flushed, sensitive body and stood. Alex found herself missing her touch. "How amusing!"

"I mean it! I'll never let you do that to me!"

"Let me?" Winter laughed. "You silly girl, did you really think I was offering you a choice?" Winter looked down at Alex, looming over her, and Alex's conviction started to waver. "Let me be absolutely clear: this is going to happen. You can't resist me. I'm already in your head, Alex. I can already make you do whatever I want. It's so easy. No, you're going to be my cute little muscle bimbo, whether you like it or not."

"T-then why all this?" Alex asked, confused once again.

"This? This was just a test. I wanted to see if you were ready. Evidently not - not yet." As she spoke, Winter walked back to her chair and sat down in it, crossing her legs, resting her head in her palm, and fixing Alex with a cold look of raw, smoldering dominance. "I promise you, next time we have this conversation, you won't just say 'yes'. You'll beg for it."

Alex wanted to protest, but Winter's tone brooked no question or disagreement. She sounded so sure, Alex couldn't help doubting herself. Again, she was gripped by the feeling that the goth girl sitting in front of her was more like a demon or a goddess than a mere human. Her aura of power was just that strong.

"Here's what's going to happen now," Winter continued. "I'm going to snap my fingers, and you're going to wake up. You won't remember any of this, and all the little changes I've made to you over the weeks will all fall back into place as if they were never gone. But first, I think I'm going to make one little change, just to show you how powerless you are."

Winter let that threat hang in the air for a long time, until Alex' curiosity got the better of her and she blurted out: "What?"

The goth smiled cruelly. "I'm going to take your name."

Alex's eyes went wide.

"'Alex' isn't much of a name for a bimbo, don't you agree?" Winter reached a hand down the front of her dress, fishing for the end of the chain Alex could see hanging around Winter's neck. Fear settled over her. She knew what was going to happen. "Much too neutral. A bimbo should have a nice, feminine name. The kind of name that makes you sound like a stripper. 'Alex'... short for 'Alexandra', I suppose? Hmm... Oh yes, I know."

Alex saw Winter pull something out of her dress. She knew what it was and forced her eyes shut, hoping against hope that she could somehow defend herself. But it was no use.

"Look at me, Alex." At the command, Alex's eyes flew open. Instantly, her gaze locked onto the small, silver pocket watch that Winter was holding by the end of a length of chain, dangling it in the air. The way she made it swing side to side slightly was utterly captivating, and resonated with so many memories of Alex having her mind and her will taken away.

"Good girl," Winter whispered. "You know what to do. Just stare at the watch. That's all you have to do right now. So simple, isn't it? You just can't help yourself. You know that this watch has power over you. You know that I have power over you. You can't fight the watch. You can't fight me. So just stare, and feel your mind melting, growing soft and pliant for me."

Alex found herself swaying side to side in rhythm with the watch. Her eyes followed it, unblinking, tracking the movement of the second hand around the clock face. She felt like time had slowed to crawl.

"Perfect." Winter's voice sounded far away now, but still irresistibly seductive and powerful. "Now, listen. I'm going to tell you something. Just one thing. That's all you need to think about right now. All you need to focus on. This one thing, this one truth. You're going to feel it, burning its way into your mind and your soul, growing, taking root, until it's utterly a part of you. Can you do that for me?"

Alex found herself nodding. She would do it. She'd done it before. She could remember now. She could remember how powerful Winter was.

"Good girl. Now here it is: your name is Lexi."

Alex frowned. Her mind was primed to obey, but her name was so important to her. It was such a vital, central part of who she was. Winter's suggestion met with resistance, and she tried to stoke those fires of resistance as hard as she could. Her name was Lexi... no! That wasn't right! She could feel it wasn't right. Her name wasn't Lexi, it was... Lexi. Lexi. She kept turning it over and over in her head, but somehow, no matter what she asked herself, no matter how she tried to look at it, that was her name. She didn't have any other name. When she thought about her name, it was the only thing that came into her head. Lexi. Desperate to hold on, by some means, to the name she could only remember losing, she delved into her memories. Right before her minds eye, she could feel them changing, warping, distorting. In all her memories of her friends and family calling out to her, all they were saying was 'Lexi', 'Lexi', 'Lexi'. Was... that her name? Was her name really Lexi? If it wasn't, why couldn't she remember any other name? Had anything really changed? She could still remember something, a faint glimmer, just enough to remind her that Winter had done something to her, but within a few moments even that was swallowed up by the deep, entranced blackness of her mind.

Her name was Lexi.

Winter snapped her fingers, and Lexi woke up.

Lexi yawned and stretched up with her arms. What had happened? Why was she kneeling on the floor? Wasn't she meant to be showing Winter how to workout?

"Lexi?" Winter called out. "Lexi, can you hear me?"

Something about the way Winter was calling out Lexi's name felt odd and foreign, but she couldn't quite place the feeling. Lexi giggled. "Yeah, of course!"

"Good. You were showing me some exercises, and then all of a sudden you said you were feeling dizzy and needed to sit down. I think you might have sort-of fainted for a moment there."

"Did I?" Lexi giggled again. She felt awfully light-headed for some reason. She couldn't remember feeling dizzy or needing to sit down, but then again, she couldn't really remember anything that had happened in the last few minutes.

"Are you sure you're OK?" Winter sounded concerned, but she didn't look concerned. If anything, the look on her face was triumphant. "Do you know who I am?"

Lexi giggled. What kind of question was that? "You're Winter."

"And do you know where you are?"

"I'm at your house."

"And do you know who you are?"

For some reason, thinking about that question gave Lexi a slight headache, and she had to pause for a moment to recover. But after that, she answered confidently: "I'm Lexi, of course!"

"Good!" Winter laughed, and Lexi found herself giggling along with her even though she didn't understand what was funny. "Well, I don't think you should do any more exercise for now. You should head home and get something to eat, and maybe get some rest too. You can finish showing me those exercises another day."

Lexi nodded. Winter always knew what was best. She rose unsteadily from her kneeling position, and Winter was there to help her to her feet. Winter was so good to her. The goth girl guided Lexi out to her front door, and made her promise she'd be able to get home safely.

"Bye!" Lexi said after promising her, stepping outside.

"Goodbye," Winter replied, and then, after a long pause and with a mysterious smile on her face. "Lexi."