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Bimbo Chronicles

Part 2

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Original copyright © 2018, by Laetitia Guivarché.

Foreword:

Annika Wagner, is an intelligent young woman. But because of her debts at a young age, she was looking for a wealthy patron on the Internet. And she found it. The multi-millionaire and successful businessman Marcus Alexander has taken her under his wing.

But Marcus does not support them out of charity. Together with his "right hand" Björn, he has turned the self-confident young woman into a silly sex toy. A live sex doll, a bimbo.

Part 2 connects directly to the end of Part 1. After Björn had to watch how Marcus gave Alexander Annika to several friends, who had repeatedly abused her on a rambling evening in Tyler's pub, he began to reverse the "bimbofication".

But can he succeed at all? Will Annika be back the way she was? And why does Björn betray his boss in the first place?

Chapter 1 - Crack of shards

Sunday, June 29,2014: While Marcus spends Sunday in his villa with his family, Björn is tormented by yesterday's events. He could hardly find sleep in the early hours of the day. It was just before six o' clock when he went to sleep. But he could barely make an eye. He constantly saw the images in front of his inner eye.

How Bibi, despite the greatest humiliations, chummed up Marcus and his "like-minded". Without pride, without dignity, like abused cattle. He couldn't forget the sight of her. The make-up smeared face, her wet, sticky dress. Stained with beer, sperm and spit.

Again and again he saw her tied to the heating pipe. Ready to be climbed and used like a disposable item. And he had her voices in his ear all the time. The laughing and smiling men. How they made fun of Bibi, how they took Bibi's every kind of humanity.

He could hear Marcus. With his boastful sayings, with his humiliating words. And he heard Bibi's bright, whiny, moaning voice. How she tried to please everyone. The way she humiliated herself on command. How she gave the last spark of free will when she begged for more and thanked the greasy men for it.

Björn was in a bad way. And his guilty conscience tormented his mind. He decided to pay Bibi a visit. He wanted to check on her. Make sure she's okay.

Around 17:00 Björn arrives in Bornheim. He and his Mercedes parked in the courtyard of the big tenement house. His arrival will not go unnoticed. Various tenants watch him through their windows with a view of the courtyard. Björn turns upstairs to Bibi's apartment.

When he finally gets to her apartment, he sees something on the white door. There someone wrote the word "KURVA" in big red letters with a felt-tip pen. In various Slavic languages this word stands for slut, whore, hooker and similarly defamatory.

Below it is written something else in black. It seems to be Turkish. Björn can't read it, but an ejaculating penis is painted next to it. The meaning is therefore likely to go in the same direction.

Björn rings at Bibi's door. Bibi opens the door for him. It's Sunday, the only day when Bibi's services are certainly not needed. Because Sunday is sacred to Marcus' ignorant wife. Even if he has weekend appointments in the big city, he must be home on Sundays.

Bibi is completely unprepared. No glamour, no bling. She doesn't wear make-up, no fake eyelashes. No lipstick, no false fingernails. Her look isn't provocative at all. She wears a wine-red jumpsuit with white color accents.

Björn:"Hello, Bibi".

Bibi:"Hi."

Björn looks her deep into the eyes. Bibi's gaze is apathetic, she has no idea why Björn is here. And it looks like she's not thinking about it, either. Bibi acts on him like a mannequin, forgetting to raise it again for further steps.

Her eyes wiggle insecurely from left to right and from right to left as Björn fixes them with his gaze. He had a big lump in his throat when he noticed Bibi's swollen cheeks. Marcus' slaps in the face were a trace too violent, but he had already suspected this yesterday.

But even if Bibi seems like a pile of broken pieces at this moment, his sight captivates him. Rarely in his life has he seen something so beautiful. In the last few weeks and months he has forgotten how beautiful the young woman, who at that time still listened to the name Annika Wagner, was.

Björn:"May I come in".

Bibi:"Of course. Do I have to see Marcus? Do we have Monday "?

Björn:"No. I just wanted to check on you ".

Bibi:"I don't understand that".

Björn:"You mean- I don't understand. And that's the point. Do you have coffee "?

Bibi:"Only to stir".

Björn:"That will be enough".

Bibi asks Björn in her own confused way to sit in the living room. He sits on the little grey sofa bed. It is a sofa and bed at the same time. In front of it there is a small round table, all in white, more plastic than wood. But Bibi also has a small social housing unit. Not quite 30.00 sqm.

Bibi has brewed coffee for himself and Björn. Vanilla taste, that's her favorite. She sits down with Björn on the couch.

Björn:"How are you?"

Bibi:"Did I do something wrong?"

Björn:"No, you didn't. I just want to know if you're okay.

Bibi:"I'm ok. Everything is fine ".

Björn:"The evening yesterday must have been very exhausting.

Bibi:"Hey, yeah. Hehe, that was him ".

Björn:"How was it for you?"

Bibi:"The evening yesterday was exhausting".

Björn:"Yes, we had already said that. But I meant how did it make you feel?

Bibi derails the features a little bit. She did not expect this question. She is completely overwhelmed with it and what she should not answer.

Bibi:"I, I don't know. The master liked it. I, I don't know ".

Björn:"Okay, let me ask you something else. Did you like it "?

Bibi:"The master liked it, hehe".

Björn:"Yes, but did you like it too? Did you enjoy it? Or did you feel bad about it "?

Bibi tears run down her cheeks without her knowing it. She's getting restless. Her whole body teetering and resisting Björn's questions.

Bibi:"Me, me,...".

Björn:"It's all right, Bibi. Did you like what the men did to you?

Bibi:"No, no. Bibi didn't like it ".

Now Bibi's breaking into tears. She lowers her head and slaps her hands in front of her face. And Björn realizes she's talking about herself in the third person. She seems to be protecting herself, trying to suppress her painful memories.

Björn:"Ok Bibi. Let it out. Tears are good, they wash our sadness out of our soul ".

Björn takes Bibi in his arms. She weeps on his strong, broad chest. When she finally calms down a bit, she tries to kiss Björn. Björn tactfully tries to "reject" them. Bibi then nestles her head against Björn's crotch and tries to open his trousers. He holds her hands firmly and looks her deep in the eyes "no, not so" he says to her.

Björn comforts Bibi for a while. Then he goes home again. He is convinced that Annika is still somewhere in this living sex doll. At home, he's thinking about how to help her.

Can he even help her? And if so, which way? He can't snap his finger and undo everything. And Marcus is finally still there.

Chapter 2 - I hurt you

Tuesday, July 8,2014 Björn has tried to get through to Annika in the last few days. But the wall that he pulled with his brainwashing in her head is high and thick. He's barely been able to reach her yet. And he has to be careful. Because Bibi mustn't give away a word of death to her master.

Björn has therefore started to convert Bibis Training. He wants to reverse the stupid sex hypnosis and dulling. At least soften to the extent that he can lead Annika back slowly. But he can't protect her from her next meeting with Marcus.

Marcus is texting her. "Come to this address tonight, 9:00 sharp. Björn will drive you ". The address belongs to a house in Nieder-Erlenbach. It's one of many houses that Marcus owns. But this is a very special house. It's just outside the city, in a little inhabited corner. He shares it with like-minded people, as he calls them. Men like Oliver, Frank, Steffen, Thorsten, Hendrik and Leon.

He had Leon's house rebuilt. Leon is a builder and a gifted sadist. It's an old brick house, a bungalow, inconspicuous. Old red bricks, white wooden windows and a white door. Pretty small, it doesn't have 90,00 sqm. But a dark, scary basement instead.

As so often before, Björn Bibi picks up Björn Bibi. She looks more dollish than ever. Marcus didn't send her back to the beauty doc until Saturday. The lips should be a little bigger. Bibi wears a sleeveless red bodycon dress. White platform shoes with high heels. Her blood-red lips smile at Björn.

Björn drives Bibi to her meeting with Marcus. He's already waiting for them at the door. Unlike usual, he doesn't want Björn watching. Marcus wants Björn to come back and drive Bibi home. He is not comfortable with the thought, but he follows Marcus' instructions.

Marcus leads Bibi through the ground floor directly into the cellar. He's locking the door. It's pleasantly warm in the basement. The walls are made of natural stone. On the walls there are some things covered in black sheets. Large concrete slabs cover the floor. The room is well lit. In the middle there is a small table with two chairs, black with elaborate decorations.

 

Bibi's master has prepared a little bag. Fresh fruits, cheese, red wine. A camera with a tripod is pointed at the two of them. Marcus behaves very charming at first. He does an interview with Bibi, but she doesn't realize that. The two drink glass after glass of red sweet wine. At least Bibi, Marcus secretly spills his glass again and again.

It doesn't take long for Bibi to get dazed and drunk. She's warm in her red velvet dress. Leon put some cameras in the room. And some other amenities. The conversation between Bibi and Marcus gets more and more lost, it drifts away, there is nothing left of the charming entrance.

Marcus:"Do you like the house Bibi".

Bibi:"Yes is beautiful".

Marcus:"But too expensive for a indebted girl like you."

Bibi:"I don't know. Think yes ".

Marcus:"Thinking is not your strength, Bibi. No one likes women who think. Right "?

Bibi:"You're probably right."

Marcus:"Of course I did. Do you want a house?

Bibi:"Yes".

Marcus:"I have a huge villa. And some stalls like this one. Maybe you'll find a man to build you a house ".

Bibi:"Yes, that would be great".

Marcus:"Cute how you say it - very nice. A little cottage with husband and children, do you like that "?

Bibi:"Yes, that would be great".

Marcus:"Uuuhhhhh, little Bibi. I don't think it's going to work ".

Bibi:"Do you think? Why "?

Marcus:"Mmmhhhhh, no man wants to marry you, Bibi. And you shouldn't have children either ".

Bibi:"Why, what do you mean?"

Marcus:"You're a little, stupid bitch Bibi. Is your master right "?

Bibi:"I think so, as always".

Marcus:"Say it, say what you are".

Bibi:"I'm a little stupid bitch".

Marcus:"And what do you do with little stupid sluts?"

Bibi:"I, I, I, I don't know".

Marcus:"You just fuck her, you don't marry her. Nobody wants to marry a dumb woman like you, Bibi. Say you suck dicks because you're stupid ".

Bibi:"Me, me, no".

Marcus doesn't believe his ears. He knocks Bibi down with his flat left hand. His slap bangs through the whole basement, including echo. Bibi starts to cry and stares down at the table. Marcus slides around the table with his chair, takes her in his arms and gently whistles into her ear.

Marcus:"Was that too tight little Bibi".

Bibi:"Iiiiijaaa".

Marcus:"Did that hurt"?

Bibi:"Iiiiijaaa".

Marcus:"This is all your fault. Because you didn't want to tell the truth. Tell the truth, Bibi, you suck cock because you're stupid ".

Bibi:"I suck dicks because I'm stupid"!

Marcus:"And you like to serve me."

Bibi:"Iiijaaa".

Marcus:"Tell me your ass is mine."

Bibi:"My ass is yours".

Marcus:"Don't say nobody wants to marry you because you're a stupid cocksucker."

Bibi:"Nobody wants to marry me".

Marcus:"Because"?

Bibi:"Because I'm a stupid cocksucker."

Marcus:"And scum like you shouldn't proliferate. What else could come out of it? Your children would be as stupid as you. And even if they were a little smarter, they would have to be ashamed of their mother. Say you're too stupid to be a good mother ".

Bibi:"I'm too stupid to be a good mother".

Marcus:"Who is your master"?

Bibi:"Marcus is my master."

Marcus:"Mmmhhhh, Bibi. It's going down like oil. Get undressed you bitch ".

Intimidated, Bibi takes off her dress. Until she only stands in her micro-string on her platform shoes. Your mascara's already lost it. Marcus throws Bibi a small pillow on the floor. "Kneel down, you bitch" - he commands her.

Marcus wants to play a little game with Bibi. She has to put a dog bone in her mouth. Then she should turn both palms upwards and lift them up as if she were wearing a tray. Marcus pulls a crop out of an adjoining room.

He stands next to Bibi. She must look deep into his eyes. Don't let her look away or let go of the bone. Marcus beats her with the crop on the open palms of her hands. At first still reasonably tolerable. Nevertheless, Bibi shrugs together again and again in pain. Then Marcus raises his sword.

Again and again, his crop jumps down. They hit Bibi's palms with a loud bang. Her hands swell quickly. They're a little red and burn in every tiny spot. Bravely, Bibi tries to keep up the torture. But that's not Marcus' wish. After all, he hits so hard that Bibi drops the bone. She screams and moans in pain. Her tears wet the barren concrete block floor.

Marcus:"You disobedient piece. You only had two missions. To look at me and keep the bone in your mouth. You're much more stupid and worthless than I thought ".

Bibi:"I'm sorry. But it hurts so much "!

Marcus:"I know Bibi. But orders are orders. I can't let you get away with this ".

While Bibi kneels crying on the pillow, Marcus prepares the next mean thing. Today he wants to explore the borders further. He wants to know how far he can go with his creation. That he's filming it all is just a little taste.

Marcus goes into the next room. It squeaks, he pushes something out. It's a blackboard. An old model, made of wood and green writing surface. Marcus puts it in front of the wall.

Marcus:"Stand on Bibi. Come to me ".

Bibi:"Yes".

Marcus:"I want you to write something on this board. And you know what ".

Bibi:"No master".

Marcus:"I'm a worthless sex toy."

Bibi:"I am..."

Marcus:"... a worthless sex toy. Are you too stupid to remember five words?

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