Bambi, Thumper and Bond. Four weeks later

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It was four weeks since Bond entered the large house on the hill (see Bond's conversion). That day had changed his life irrevocably. He’d swung through the glass door with supreme confidence, the top agent Britain’s MI6 had ever produced. He was the legendary 007, a man of such ability he’d been granted a license to kill.

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’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.

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 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. Not bad work if you could get it, he thought.

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. Bond was glad. He’d never been into overly muscled females. 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.

When Bambi and Thumper had taken him apart, he’d been incredibly turned on. 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.

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. 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.

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.
‘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.

Dressed in their yoga workout gear, Bambi and Thumper were sitting in front of a massive TV on a large, comfortable sofa. Thumper told Bond to sit between them while Bambi switched on the set and told Bond to watch. ‘I think you’ll find this interesting,’ she said.

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. 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.

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 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. As if reading his thoughts, Bambi giggled. ‘I think we know who ate all the pies,’ she said.

Bond laughed, aware of how much leaner and fitter he now was. The women eschewed meat and alcohol, existing on a healthy diet of fruit and vegetables. The forced dietary change and his daily workouts had done wonders for his physique. There were even traces of his former six pack, and the obedience collar they made him wear was definitely looser on his neck.

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.

He watched the screen intently as Bambi destroyed him in seconds, and saw how she had easily bested him, his male ego telling his brain to prepare for sex rather than a comprehensive beatdown. And why the fuck had he been wearing a tie? He looked on as Thumper had lifted him effortlessly, his body suspended above the floor as he desperately struggled for life.

Bambi switched off the set, sparing Bond the embarrassment of watching himself cry in Thumper’s sexy embrace of death.

‘So, what do you think?, she asked

‘I think I was an arrogant son-of-a-bitch who deservedly got taken down, he said. ‘I saw two of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen in my life and didn’t believe you could possibly be a threat to me, until you handed me my ass, that is. You two are amazing.'

‘Two of the most beautiful?,’ grinned Thumper playfully punching Bond’s arm, ‘surely you mean the most beautiful women. You can’t have seen better than us?’

‘Well there was Rosa Kleb’ smiled Bond, ‘She was a real beauty. Had terrible taste when it came to shoes though.’

The females laughed. They’d learned all about Kleb at their exclusive college. There was even a photograph of her hanging in the entrance hall, her grim Soviet visage looking for all the world like an under-nourished bulldog chewing a wasp.

“If you don’t think we’re the most beautiful now wait until you see us later,’ laughed Bambi, ‘We’ll be getting made up and you’ll see us in all our finery. Our main bosses are in town. They watched our footage and we’re meeting them for dinner. Apparently they want to honor us for your capture. You’re quite a big deal, you know?’

Bond would have loved to have gone along but knew that what they discussed with their employers was not any business of his. He was no longer in the spy game, choosing to serve Bambi and Thumper instead.

Some day in the future he hoped he would be able to escort them to a fine reception and watch all the males regard him with envious eyes, seeing such beauty on each of his arms as they walked to their table.

Thumper broke his daydream. ‘It’s way past time for my scissor practice,’ she said. ‘I’ve been working on my strength but I’ve not had a chance to try my thighs out properly since you got here. Go and lie down on those mats,’ she said pointing to the far side of the room and releasing Bond’s obedience collar so her thighs wouldn’t damage it. ‘I’ll just change.’

She returned wearing a black leotard, the high cut legs exposing a tantalizing amount of flesh. She lay behind Bond, put her legs over his shoulders and announced, ‘Standard scissor.’ She then crossed her legs over and squeezed’ Bond’s head felt like it was going to explode like a hedgehog under the wheels of an 18-wheeler and he quickly signaled his submission by tapping her thigh. She was delighted. ‘I reckon that was only about 50% power, too,’ she said enthusiastically.

‘If it had been anymore you’d have had a corpse on your hands,’ confessed Bond. 'It would have been like that scene in Scanners.'

She then held Bond in a number of body scissor holds, her powerful thighs squeezing the breath out of him. When her powerful legs closed around his chest Bond used his arms to try and force open her thighs but surrendered while he still possessed a rib cage.

For the next hour Thumper put Bond in various scissor holds, his face and the back of his neck becoming intimately acquainted with the crotch of her leotard. For her final hold she lay on her side with Bond’s face pressed in tight against her. Her legs were halfway up his face, pressing his jaws and pushing his nose and mouth deep into her pussy. Her right leg was tucked under her left and she folded her left leg backwards allowing her to grab her hand and pull back on her foot to increase the pressure. There was no way he could loosen the hold with his arms so tapped, signaling his ultimate surrender by pressing his tongue into the damp material covering her hot, aroused pussy.

‘We’ll have more of that tonight when we get back, I know Bambi’s game for another all-nighter,’ smiled Thumper.
‘You got that right,’ said a clearly aroused Bambi who’d been watching from the sofa, her right hand pressed firmly in between the legs of her tight yoga pants. ‘Damn that was such a turn-on, you’ve got me quite hot.’

Flustered, she looked at Bond and said: ‘Tomorrow you and I are going to do some facesitting practice, I’ve got several new costumes I want to try out to see how they compare when it comes to restricting breath. I hope you’ve been practicing breath control’ she continued, ‘because you’re going to be under here for quite some time’ her index finger tracing the contours of her delicious cameltoe.

Bond nodded his approval and wondered how long it would take for his massive boner to subside. He had bath time, then massage time to navigate before he got to see the girls in all their finery. He was going to be erect for hours. Who needs Viagra or Cialis with these two around?, he mused.

Bambi slipped his collar back on before joining Thumper in the large bath. After drying, Bond completed his daily ritual of massaging exotic oil into their skin. All the while he was thinking about Thumper’s last scissorhold. Everything about it was remarkably similar to the hold that evil bitch Onatopp had captured him in, it even felt the same.

She had seduced him in his sauna and he stupidly fell for it, believing she meant him no harm. She had invited him explore her slim body with his tongue pushing his head further and further down as it made it’s inevitable way to her pussy. Overcome with lust he had placed his face in tight, inserting his tongue as far as it would reach. ‘Oh that’s so good,’ her heard her moan ‘it’s a such shame I have to kill you.’ Her legs closed around Bond’s face as she sprung her trap. The pussy had caught the mouse and in this case Bond’s head and face were the mouse and the pussy was, er, pussy.

Xenia's rippling vaginal muscles had even trapped his tongue deep inside her, like some dumb kid licking a frozen lamppost . Even if he could break the hold he’d still be trapped but that prospect didn’t seem likely. If they’d not been interrupted Bond now felt sure he’d have perished, crushed lifeless, his tongue stuck firmly in the former fighter pilot’s vice-like vagina, her legs wrapped tightly around his head with her cranking up the pressure by pulling back hard on her left foot. It was exactly the same move Thumper had just done but without the tongue hold.

Twenty minutes after their massage, Bambi and Thumper emerged looking spectacular. Bambi was wearing a simple black satin dress with a small diamond necklace and matching earrings. Thumper was dressed in a classically cut blue pinstripe trouser suit with matching hat. On her lapel was a large, silver brooch and Bond saw it depicted a helpless male with his stuck in between a female’s crossed legs. Thumper, seeing Bond’s interest said she’d had it made specially. The girls moved to the open front door where a limo had pulled up and was now waiting.

Before slipping out into the dark night Bambi told Bond ‘Don’t work too hard in the gym you’re going to need all your strength when we get back.’ She leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, ‘And no jacking off. I know you’ve been hard for hours now but I’m going to give you the blowjob of your life later and I want plenty of cum.’

Bond knew the prospect of his dick returning to normal had just evaporated. Christ, he thought, I’ll have to stand on my head just to have a piss.

The door closed and the house was quiet. Bond spent time in the gym, showered and was walking back to the lounge when he was attacked from behind. Strong hands grabbed his obedience collar and trapped his left arm behind his back in a painful hammerlock before ramming his head against the nearest wall.

He blacked out but when he woke he was aware of a weight on his chest and his arms were trapped, pinned helplessly by his assailant's legs. His vision cleared and he looked up into the face of Xenia Onatopp.

She looked down at Bond, her face a picture of total female dominance, her eyes dark and unfriendly. ‘I liked what Bambi did to you so thought I would give it a go,’ she said. She was dressed from head to foot in sleek black leather. ‘I promised to kill you when he last met ‘and now I will,’ she said, A black leather curtain closed tightly across Bond’s face as Xenia slowly slid forward.