Lambrini Girls Present "Boys Are Silly"

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Part 1:


James would never have created the amusing meme about the president and a well loved cartoon character if he thought he would ever be caught. He had thought that he was being clever with his VPN, unfortunately for him the security services had infiltrated his VPN of choice and since the president was very angry his case had been given top priority, it only took 2 days before they knocked at his door. There was no jury trial, since the war they had been dispensed with, he would have a brief meeting with a magistrate. He knew there was no sense in pleading his innocence, his only chance was to grovel and hope that he would be allowed to earn his freedom one day by being an obedient and willing slave labourer.


Since the war the UK had become an authoritarian one party state with a zero tolerance approach to all forms of crime, political dissidents in particular. It had been decided that prisoners should not be a burden on the state, so all were required to work or be executed. Very occasionally some were allowed to earn their freedom for PR purposes, but this was very much the exception. James should have known that with a president as thin skinned and vindictive, he would never be allowed to walk free. But he found it hard to believe that something as trivial as a meme warranted a death sentence. The war had been catastrophic and in the ten years since, the propaganda had done much to vilify the vanquished opposition and de-humanise what little remained of it. People were largely accepting of the harsh treatment of 'trouble makers' if it meant there would be no return to the chaos of the past. Many prisoners were used for public works, rebuilding the county's shattered infrastructure but some were rented out and used for 'other' duties. With the abundance of exploitable labour the UK had become a world leader in pornography, completely saturating the market and catering to every depraved niche imaginable.


James waited in his cell for a few days to find out where he would be sent to work. He was pleasantly surprised by the quality and abundance of the food. On the 10th day however there was no evening meal, instead a pair of surprisingly attractive female prison guards arrived to make him drink a laxative solution. He knew what this meant, he only hoped that with the market so saturated that none of his friends and family would see him and maybe it would at least involve some pretty women. He was still willing to do whatever it would take to earn his freedom. He was awoken the next morning by the same attractive prison guards, he was given a few pills and then had his hands cuffed behind his back. They put a collar and lead on him and then took him through to the medical room for a quick colonic. Once that was done he was lead through to the shower room, it was there that the pills began to take effect. As the guards once again removed his removed his prison issue loincloth it became immediately apparent what the pills had been. As he stood there in front of the prison guards with his hands cuffed behind him it was immediately apparent that he had one enormous erection. They both smiled at each other, and then him. There was a twinkle in their eyes that spoke of knowing something that he didn't. Then the red haired guard walked right up to him and grabbed a firm grip of his balls and stared intensely into his eyes as a wide beaming grin slowly spread across her face. She was only a tiny bit shorter than him with piercing green eyes and an athletic build. She then pulled him towards her and gave him a couple of cheeky spanks on his behind before releasing him. The other guard was a petite Asian brunette, she was standing at the ready with the hose. Though neither girl had the build you would typically associate with a prison guard, they each however had a substantial cattle prod attached to their belt and were both clearly not to be messed with. The girls alternated between operating the hose and applying the lather, they said nothing except for the occasional giggle. They were clearly making a much better job of it then strictly necessary, taking the time lather up every inch of his body multiple times and paying particular attention to his engorged member, giggling as they gave him the occasional spank. They were clearly amused by teasing him and encouraging his already extreme state of arousal. He was beginning to believe that this might even be quite a good day. All too soon they were putting his prison loincloth back on and leading him down to the van waiting in the courtyard.

 

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Rachel was an innovator, she was also a psychopath. Not that she was prone to any risky criminal behaviour, she was just unable to feel empathy for others and unencumbered by many of the moral dilemmas that others might feel in the pursuit of career goals. She had started her vlog with the novel idea of combining emerging deep-fake technology with the ample supply of actors from the prison service. Allowing women everywhere to watch their cheating x lovers getting violently sodomized, abused and humiliated in the most devious and elaborate ways. With the aid of a few tools on her site and a few photos from social media it was now possible to convert the video in real time. Her growing army of fans could also download and share the doctored video with friends on chat groups and social media. This initially caused enormous embarrassment to many men until Rachel's website 'Lambrinigirls.com' became more well known and it was more widely understood how it worked.

Lambrini initially wanted to sue but soon became glad of the product placement when they realised how much their sales were increasing, they even resurrected their 90's branding, leaning back into the ladette, girl power tag lines (though never officially endorsed the site). Ever the innovator, Rachel had another epiphany one day as she stood in front of a man she was just about to violate. As she stood in front of him in a particularly saucy outfit, fastening up her strapp-on and he knelt before her in his birthday suit with his hands cuffed behind his back, it was clear that he was becoming aroused. That's when the brainwave struck, men have a habit of making many decisions with their penises and many of those decisions are bad decisions. From now on she would only allow her men to make decisions with their penis, she would see how bad the life choices were that she could persuade them into making, effectively luring them into humiliating themselves. Using her considerable powers of persuasion and a new signature ruby red bikini uniform she would lure her victims into involuntarily volunteering themselves for the most vicious abuse and degrading treatment. As long as fair warning was given, if their 'little man' wanted to come out and play it was consent for any game she wanted to play with them, it was consent for her to mischievously and mercilessly violate and abuse them for the sake of ratings and public entertainment. Her audience loved it, it was the perfect expression of girl power and the perfect expression of how weak willed and fundamentally floored the male of the species was, their lack of impulse control proved how fully deserving they were of disdain and ridicule. Though her site was banned in most countries outside the UK (which had become a pariah state), with the aid of crypto currencies and VPN's she was building a vast international fan base. Her new signature ruby red bikini was being sold worldwide in enormous numbers, either as official merchandise or cheap copies, any beach worldwide now had at least a few of them to be seen as a subtle nod to her growing cult status.

The format of her show had become very successful but eventually the subscriber base plateaued, then began to decline. The novelty was beginning to wear off, this is when she made her most controversial decision, she was going to start working with condemned criminals, to see if she could lure her 'boys' into making the ultimate bad life choice. Though many of her early fans believed this to be a step too far, they were quickly replaced by many more, humanity has a long history making a public spectacle out of capital punishment, morbid curiosity always brings the crowds, as it turned out the digital age was no different. Her subscriber base was soon back at an all time high and rising again. Rachel had become very popular with the authorities, she was one of their most regular customers and best earners, her regular use of their captive labour had generated a lot of revenue towards government coffers. As such she had earned many VIP privileges with them, she was usually able select which boys she wished to work with. She had also been allowed to audition for and interview her own candidates for the prison guards who would prepare, escort and guard her boys whilst filming on location, this allowed her to fill the positions with two of her most enthusiastic fans. Though she was usually allowed to select her own candidates, on this occasion he had been selected for her, with a small discount on the usual rate, she was perfectly happy to oblige.

 

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The van doors opened and James was greeted by the same two prison guards, only now they were no longer dressed in the same drab prison uniforms as before. They were now both dressed in the most alluring ruby red, side tie triangle bikinis. The satin finish and the way the sunlight gleamed of them accentuated every curve of their pert and perfectly formed physiques. He couldn't help but find his eyes immediately drawn to their bikini tops, these were clearly unpadded as with the sheen of the satin finish both of the guards nipples were very noticeable and standing proudly to attention in the slight chill of the fresh morning breeze. The guards stood there grinning with a mischievous smirk that was starting to become familiar, they had noticed him looking at their boobs but weren't in the least bit bothered by being objectified, quite the contrary. They were more than happy to play their part in luring this unwitting lamb to its slaughter, he was welcome to look all he liked. The redhead guard grabbed the lead attached to his collar, smiled sweetly at him and said “follow me”.

As he stepped out of the van he realised he was in the driveway of a fairly grand country house, the gravel initially hurt his bare feet but soon they were walking on a soft, immaculately manicured lawn. He looked behind himself to see the Asian brunette guard was walking a few paces behind him, menacingly brandishing her cattle prod. The redhead was a few paces in front of him, with her pert, toned and perfectly formed behind made for a mesmerising sight as it flexed slightly one way, then the other with each stride as she walked in those skimpy bikini bottoms It was quite a long walk through the grounds but he was soon so transfixed by the redheads perfect behind that he didn't notice the others until he heard a shout from behind him “ON YOUR KNEES!”, the Asian brunette shoved the back of his knee with her foot. He fell to his knees on the soft grass, he looked up to see himself surround by beautiful women, all dressed in the same ruby red bikinis. Rachel stood in front of him


Rachel: “do you know who I am?” she asked.

James: “Yes, I think so” he replied

Rachel: “oh you do?” she said, a little bit surprised.

James: “Yes” he said “about a year ago one of my mate's X's shared this video to everyone we know of him being violated by you, he was mortified and went to great lengths to make sure everyone knew it wasn't really him, it was just some random guy with his face and voice deepfaked onto it”

Rachel: “So you already know who I am? I'm flattered, so I guess that means you know how this works?

James: “Yeah I think so, you give me fair warning me of anything you plan to do with me, if I can't help myself from getting an erection then you've got a green light to go ahead and do whatever you like?”

Rachel: “Good, that'll save me a lot of explaining, could you give us a minute, we've just got to have a quick team talk”



The girls all huddled round her a few metres away, it gave James a couple of minutes to contemplate his situation. He had hoped that with the totally saturated state of the porn industry, there might be a good chance that none of his friends or family would see whatever films he was going to be used for. Unfortunately he knew that Miss Lambrini had a massive following, way into the hundreds of thousands, possibly millions by now, so friends, colleagues, old classmates etc were all probably eventually going to see this which was a bit of a daunting prospect. On the plus side however he had at least hoped there would be some pretty women involved and on that front he was clearly very much in luck, they were all stunners, especially in those skimpy bikinis. If he was honest with himself he had always liked the idea of a little bit of female domination, if he could just hold himself back from getting aroused for any of the really messed up stuff, he'll just have to deal with the embarrassment if/when he is ever to earn his freedom, this is just the first step on that path. The incident a year ago with his friend was before Lambrini girls involved capital punishment, James clearly hadn't got the memo and this was the subject of the whispering team talk going on a short distance away from him, they were not going to let the cat out of the bag until it is time for the main event. As the girls broke away from their team talk huddle and walked back towards him it suddenly dawned on him, with that aphrodisiac the prison guards clearly gave him it was gonna be very difficult to avoid any of Miss Lambrini's games, however messed up they were. He already had a constant semi and nothing was even happening yet.


James: “Excuse me Miss Lambrini, I think you should know that the guards drugged me with some sort of aphrodisi.... ARRRRRGHH AHH! AAHHH! AAAAARRRRGGGHH!”

Before he knew what was happening the electric shocks were convulsing him everywhere, first his back then arms and legs and wherever the Asian brunette guards crackling electric cattle prod brushed his bare skin. He thrashed around wildly squealing and squirming and rolling back and forth on the lawn as the petite guard stood towering over him. Then the redhead guard was standing on the other side of him, the pace of the shocks began to slow as the guards began to toy with him, slowly gesturing their crackling weapons towards him, giving him half a chance to move whichever body part they were aiming at before shocking him anyway, all whilst they laughed hysterically. With his hands cuffed behind his back and only a small prison loincloth to cover his nudity there really was no escape, the lesson was learned.


Rachel: “You didn't drug him with any aphrodisiacs did you”

Redhead guard: “Of course not, just the laxatives and a few vitamins and supplements to keep him hydrated”


The mischievous grin on their faces told that they were clearly lying, but it didn't really seem like anybody seemed to care.


Rachel: “Back on your knees”


James got back up to his knees, with his hands cuffed behind his back this was a bit of an awkward and ungainly process.


Rachel: “From now on you will only speak when spoken to, you will only answer direct questions and you should think carefully before you speak, think carefully as to which answer you think we will want to hear, it will save you some discomfort. When responding to any of us you will say yes miss, no miss, three bags full miss, understood?”

James: “Yes Miss”

Rachel: “From now on we will refer to you as bitch, understood?”

Bitch: “Yes Miss”

Rachel: “From now on, if one of us is speaking to you, or playing with you, you will give us your full undivided attention. If you try to look away or ignore us in anyway you will be punished for not playing the game fairly, understood?”

Bitch: “Yes Miss”


Rachel: “Time to roll the cameras and go live with the stream”

 

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Rachel: “Welcome to another instalment of Lambrini Girls, I've got a feeling this episode is gonna be quite a show. As always I, Miss Lambrini am here to prove once again that boys are silly and girls are just better in every way, and of course that girls just want to have fun! I'll start with some introductions, on camera one we have Miss Peach Lambrini”




Miss Peach Lambrini, a brunette, was more curvaceous then the rest, not overweight but with an ample bosom and perfect hour glass thighs.



Miss Lambrini: “And on camera two we have Miss Cherry Lambrini, could you both give us a little wave?”



Miss Cherry Lambrini, a blonde, was tall and very slender, with small yet perfectly pert and perky breasts, her long legs lead all the way up to a small yet perfectly formed behind. The camera girls pointed the cameras towards each other and waved.



Miss Lambrini: “We have our lovely producer Miss Strawberry Lambrini, could you give us a little wave”



Miss Strawberry Lambrini was sat at a garden table a few metres away under a parasol, she was surrounded by laptops and monitors with lots of expensive looking video equipment arranged around her. She was a black girl with an ebony complexion that really glowed in the morning sunshine, hair was tied in pig tails. She had an athletic build with shapely legs, a perfectly toned stomach and her breasts were a generous C-cup. She gave a quick delicate wave at the cameras, then turned her attention back to her monitors.



Miss Lambrini: “We have Miss Cheeky Lambrini and Miss Feisty Lambrini from the prison service handling security as usual, could you give us a wave girls”



Miss Cheeky Lambrini the redhead guard and Miss Feisty Lambrini the Asain brunette both smiled and waved at the cameras.



Miss Lambrini: “We have this weeks bitch, kindly provided by the prison service. I would ask you to wave bitch but with those handcuffs I guess you're perhaps gonna struggle”



James, the Bitch knelt in front of Miss Lambrini looking anxious as the cameras pointed towards him, he was in relatively good shape but relatively average in every other respect, average height, average build and a very average short brown hair.



Miss Lambrini: “And last, but by no means least we have this weeks competition winner, Miss Frisky Lambrini who has won the chance to be my glamorous assistant for the day, could you give us a wave”



Miss Frisky Lambrini coyly waved at the cameras before once again clasping her hands tightly in front of her crotch. She was slouched with her shoulders hunched forwards and her arms were pressed in against her boobs, doing her best to cover her extremely erect nipples that were extremely conspicuous through her skimpy bikini. Her eyes spoke of the shyness and fragility that could only come from someone who had lived through some very tough times, it would be difficult to imagine anyone looking quite so uncomfortable in their own skin.



Miss Lambrini: “NO, NO, NO, this will not do, Lambrini girls are not the shy retiring type. Why did you enter the competition if you're gonna stand there looking looking awkward?”



Miss Frisky Lambrini: “I like to try and challenge myself to do things that that scare me from time to time” she said nervously



Miss Lambrini: “OK, that's not a bad place to start”



From the look in her eyes as she spoke Miss Lambrini could see a spark of steely determination hidden deep beneath the shyness and fragility that was so clearly apparent on the surface. Miss Lambrini had never had the slightest concern for the well-being of others, but she knew what made for a great story, what would draw her audience in and push her ratings ever higher. She was going to teach this poor broken thing how to own her feminine power, how to wield it proudly and how to use it ruthlessly to lure a silly boy into her trap so she can exact divine retribution against mankind for its past transgressions against her. She was gonna teach her to confront her demons and find redemption as a true Lambrini girl, GIRL POWER! This was gonna be her best episode yet.



Miss Lambrini: “Right, first off, do you notice how your hair is tied back in pig tails?”



Miss Frisky Lambrini: “Yes”



Miss Lambrini: “You'll notice how every other Lambrini girl here except me has their hair up one way or another, that's because it's easier to deepfake you all with your hair up. In other words, everyone here except me and the bitch are completely anonymous. Today you can be anyone you want to be, completely anonymously, nobody will ever know, nobody will ever recognise you. Do you think you could try and be a true Lambrini girl for me?”



Miss Frisky Lambrini: “I'll try my best” she said nervously



Miss Lambrini: “Good, lets start with your posture. Firstly I want you to stand up strait with your shoulders back to proudly show the world those magnificent boobs of yours. If you must clasp your hands together then do it behind your back so that everyone can see how good that Lambrini Girl bikini looks on you. I want you to stand with your legs a little apart, it makes you look and feel more powerful and it makes him think of how much he wants to be between those silky smooth thighs of yours,”



Miss Lambrini adopted the demeanour of a drill Sargent as she began pointing at Miss Frisky Lambrini's boobs and knickers and thighs and tummy with her riding crop.



Miss Lambrini: “These are your weapons, you are to wield them proudly and mercilessly against your prey. Boys are silly, they are weak and they are helpless to resist the charms of any true Lambrini Girl. At all times you need to be in complete control of their minds, leaving them helpless to think of anything other than how much they want to bury their face in your cleavage, how much they want to be between those thighs, how much they want to rip those knickers off with their teeth and how much they want to be inside you. Once they are under your spell they are your toy, they exist purely for your amusement and as any Lambrini Girl knows, being mean to boys is very funny! Understood?”



Miss Frisky Lambrini: “Yes miss” she said, blushing bright red as Miss Lambrini pointed out, and drew attention to all of her most intimate areas to the cameras and the boy kneeling in front of her. Her initial reaction was one of embarrassment and stage fright, as a lifelong shrinking violet these were very familiar emotions to her. There was something else though, something stirring deep within her, something much less familiar. Even as her face was blushing as bright a red as that skimpy bikini she was wearing, she felt exhilaration and excitement at the stage she now found herself on. The more she thought about it, the more the reassurance of the cloak of anonymity started to make the usual fears and anxieties melt away. There was nobody to judge her except the other bikini clad girls surrounding her, sharing the same spotlight and the boy kneeling in front of her who would very soon be in no position to pass judgement on anybody.



Miss Lambrini: “Right Bitch, is she or is she not a truly beautiful girl?”



Bitch: “Miss Frisky Lambrini, you really are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, that bikini really does look incredible on you”



He knew that there was only one appropriate answer to such a question, but he wasn't lying. She really was absolutely beautiful. She was the epitome of girl next door perfection. Her blonde hair in pig tails complimented the sweet innocence of her shy smile perfectly as she blushed a little more at the compliment. Her breasts were a perfect pert and perky B cup, with the nerves and/or the slight chill in the air her rock hard nipples were extremely prominent now that she was standing up strait with her chest out. Her complexion was silky smooth from head to toe, her silky smooth flat tummy led down to a silky smooth, perfectly shaped pair of legs. She wasn't too toned, or too skinny, every inch of her was in perfect proportion including the perfect peach of a bum.



Miss Lambrini: “I've decided that today is going to go a little differently, you will not be assisting me. Today is going to be your day, this boy toy will be your bitch and I will instead be assisting you. Miss Strawberry Lambrini, I want you to set up a tips jar so our viewers can show their appreciation for Miss Frisky Lambrini.



Miss Frisky Lambrini: “You want me to be in charge? But I've never done this before, I don't know what to do?” she looked startled and daunted by the prospect



Miss Lambrini: “You're a big fan of the Lambrini Girls are you not? You've seen lots of episodes haven't you?



Miss Frisky Lambrini: “Yes, but.....”



Miss Lambrini: “Then you know exactly how this works, all you need is self belief. Keep telling yourself, you are a confident, playful, mischievous Lambrini Girl and you are going to have lots of fun with your boy toy. This is your big chance to be a real Lambrini Girl, I'll be right here the whole time if you need any help or advice, I'll give you any pointers if I think you need them. Remember, you are completely anonymous, this your big chance to discover your inner Lambrini Girl, that alter ego of yours who has been desperate to get out for so long. Our viewers are all rooting for you, the bitch is gonna love you.”



Miss Frisky Lambrini: “OK, I'll try my best.” she said nervously



Miss Lambrini: “You're gonna ace this”



Miss Frisky Lambrini: “You really think so?”



Miss Lambrini: “Definitely, I see real star power in you. Miss Strawberry Lambrini, how is the tips jar doing?”



Miss Strawberry Lambrini: “It's only been live for 30 seconds and it's already at £12,000”



Miss Lambrini: “There you see, your audience loves you, you haven't even started yet and you're already at £12,000. When was the last time you made £12,000 in 30 seconds?”



Miss Frisky Lambrini was a little stunned, that was half a years wages and she hadn't even started yet. If she could manage an even halfway convincing day as a Lambrini Girl she could be set for life. She really had to try, she had to give this her best shot.



Miss Lambrini: “How about you start by seeing if he wants to play with you and your strappon?”