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Thumper bambi folding arms4/15/2023 ![]() Initially, he’d missed cutting into a well done T-bone and quaffing a load of Stolichnaya, but after his enforced spell of cold turkey his habits had been broken and he felt an enormous benefit. There were even traces of his former six pack, and the obedience collar they made him wear was definitely looser on his neck. The forced dietary change and his daily workouts had done wonders for his physique. The women eschewed meat and alcohol, existing on a healthy diet of fruit and vegetables. ‘I think we know who ate all the pies,’ she said.īond laughed, aware of how much leaner and fitter he now was. As if reading his thoughts, Bambi giggled. He knew being on television added pounds to the appearance but when he regarded himself he couldn’t believe how flabby he looked, his gut slack and beginning to push over his waistband. On screen he couldn’t believe how small they both looked, he was a good 8 inches taller than Bambi and, although slightly taller than her partner, Thumper still looked tiny compared to him. He saw the expression of lust cross his face when Thumper performed her cartwheel in front of him and how he’d surreptitiously licked his lips and briefly touched his crotch when Bambi appeared. It was CCTV footage taken from inside the house and Bond watched as his old self appeared on the screen, sauntering into the house, a picture of male arrogance. ‘I think you’ll find this interesting,’ she said. Thumper told Bond to sit between them while Bambi switched on the set and told Bond to watch. ‘You’re a lucky bastard,’ he thought, his hand gratefully touching his silver obedience collar as if it were an amulet of good fortune, as he made his way to the lounge where he’d been summoned.ĭressed in their yoga workout gear, Bambi and Thumper were sitting in front of a massive TV on a large, comfortable sofa. Waking up with their warm, sleeping bodies draped over his was an incredible experience few men would ever enjoy and Bond reflected on his supreme good fortune. They were both highly orgasmic and Bond put their pleasure ahead of his own, delighted to hear their moans of ecstasy and taste their flowing love juices. To top it all, Bambi and Thumper had also invited him to share their massive bed on several occasions and Bond had spent hours in breathless ecstasy as they’d taken turns satiating themselves with his tongue and cock. Just thinking about what they’d done to him made him hard and he found himself looking forward to subjecting himself to their combat practice even if it meant being on the end of severe pain as he’d been warned. ![]() ![]() When Bambi and Thumper had taken him apart, he’d been incredibly turned on. He’d fought with a few but never found them sexually attractive and loathed the thought of being trapped under some muscle bound boiler while she rode his face. He’d never been into overly muscled females. He also got to work out with them in the state of the art gym, marveling as he watched them complete their strict exercise regime, a program specially designed to add strength to their frames without adding bulk. Not bad work if you could get it, he thought. He cleaned and cooked, looked after their laundry and, after their extensive training sessions, got to wash their incredible bodies before they lay back and allowed him to rub fragrant oils into their flawless skin. Since kneeling and pledging himself to Thumper and then Bambi, Bond had taken on a life of servitude, and, if truth be told, he’d never been happier. He’d even cried tears of shame as he’d hung, choking, his head held tightly in the vice-like grip of Thumper’s deadly thighs. Less than half an hour after setting foot in the futuristic mansion, he’d been reduced to a physical and emotional wreck, completely overwhelmed by two stunning assailants. He was the legendary 007, a man of such ability he’d been granted a license to kill. He’d swung through the glass door with supreme confidence, the top agent Britain’s MI6 had ever produced. That day had changed his life irrevocably. It was four weeks since Bond entered the large house on the hill (see Bond's conversion).
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