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Samantha Becomes A Bimbo

by H. Grant



    There was no doubt in Samantha's mind.  She was going to law school - or
at least that's what she thought.  Her husband Ted had promised to help her
finish her schooling provided she marry him and move to New York.  At the
tender age of 24, Samantha had already finished her undergraduate work at a
local university.  It was there that she met Ted - a handsome dark-haired
gentleman of about 30.  He was a wealthy photographer who had talked her
into doing some modeling for a fashion magazine.  If it wasn't for him, she
didn't no how she was going to finish her schooling.  Her parents had very
little money and as a result, Samantha relied heavily on grants and loans
to push her way through her first four years of college.  The modeling
money Ted offered her was decent and it helped put food on the table and
pay for her books.

    Within just a few months, Samantha had fallen in love with Ted.  He
seemed such a sensitive and caring man.  Ted adored her beauty (or so it
seemed).  He admired her slender figure and large breasts.  She had
beautiful dark brown hair that went down past her shoulders and a
magnificent smile to match her tender complexion.  Ted showered her with
money and took her out to eat at fancy restaurants.  Little did Samantha
know that all of this wining and dining had it's price - and it wasn't just
cooking or cleaning.

    In fact, the only hint that there was anything wrong with their
relationship (at least from Samantha's point of view) was the lack of
sexual arousal on Ted's part.  For a young man of 30, it seemed kind of odd
that he rarely got it up for her.  It was sort of a contradiction because
he constantly told her how much he admired her beauty and determination. 
That aside, love had a strange way of blinding Samantha to the rest of
Ted's odd habits.

    For instance, he would take long trips to New York and leave her behind
for several days without calling or e-mailing her.  Then he would pop up
out of nowhere and take her out to a movie while down-playing his absence.
It didn't exactly drive her nuts, but Samantha found herself missing him
more and more each time he went away - usually after one of their photo
sessions.  He would claim that he was taking the photos to New York to
submit to the fashion executives and would be back within a day or so -
however it usually took a week.  Samantha never saw a single photo - nor
did she ever get a glimpse of the so-called fashion magazine that Ted
claimed he worked for.  But she didn't seem to mind.  After all, Ted had
been very good to her in a lot of ways.  He was never forceful with his
convictions or his point of view on issues that they couldn't agree on.  He
never swore at her and he almost never raised his voice when they had an
argument.

   `How silly' Samantha thought to herself.  She and Ted almost never
argued about anything in the year or so that they had known each other. 
The relationship was perfect and it was becoming quite clear that
Samantha's future in law was very bright.  She had received high marks in
almost all her classes and was well informed when it came to politics.

    Ted, on the other hand, was not whom he claimed to be.  He was a
professional con artist who worked for an underground men's club in New
York.  The men's club that he had joined many years ago was populated
exclusively by men who hated and stood against the women's liberation
movement that started in the 1960's.  In comparison to most of the members
in the club, Ted was relatively young.  He hadn't even been born yet when
the women's liberation movement started.  Initially he had joined because
the club was also a business - a dirty business of forced drug addiction
and prostitution.  The "front" business for the club was not much cleaner.
Ted was indeed a photographer, but not for a respectable clothing magazine
as naive Samantha would think.  Rather he was a professional photographer
for their exclusive porno magazine and film line titled "PROPER WOMEN"
which sold exclusively overseas due to it's shocking and perverse content.

    Samantha knew nothing of this facade and was not the prying type.  She
had her own studies to worry about in addition to her social life with Ted.
Already Ted had managed to wean her away from her family and friends.  She
was completely devoted to him and loved him tremendously.  It was only on
special occasions that she ever saw her family, and to their dismay she was
almost always accompanied by Ted whenever she did manage to visit Rhode
Island.  The two seemed inseparable - except when Ted went away to New York
by himself, in which case she spent her time studying or catching up with
old friends.  It was the only time she ever contacted them.

    Her life would begin to change rather soon.  Ted had made up his mind
that he had gained her complete and total trust.  After conferring with his
fellow "business men" in the sex industry, he decided it was time to change
Samantha into something more desirable.  All he needed was an angle to get
the ball rolling.  The idea finally came in the form of an invitation to an
exclusive club party that Ted was a part of.  Ted knew that deep down
inside, Samantha loved it when guys paid attention to her.  She made it a
point to let him know that although she wasn't in the least bit concerned
about how she looked, like most women, her intelligence was not enough and
it seemed to hinder her ability to attract attention from men in general.
Though she made every attempt to hide it, she still yearned to look
beautiful and be desired universally.  Ted saw through her facade rather
easily.  He knew women inside out and was rather gifted at finding their
emotional weaknesses rather quickly.  Samantha was no exception.  And she
would soon learn (perhaps painfully) that Ted was the smarter of the two -
by a narrow margin admittedly, and would soon succumb to his every wish.

   * * * *

   "Honey I'm almost ready!" Samantha shouted from the bathroom.

    She was in the middle of combing her hair and applying her favorite
perfume.  Samantha couldn't wait.  The trip to New York had been a long
one, but Ted did most of the driving.  In addition, they had arrived in the
late afternoon which allowed them time to take a nap.  She was definitely
excited about the prospect of meeting Ted's business associates for the
first time.  In addition, she was anxious to see all her modeling work come
to fruition in the form of a gorgeous photo spread in one of their recent
magazines.  Ted had used this angle as bate to get her to come to New York
with him.  Samantha was falling for it quite nicely as planned.  Ted smiled
to himself as he took a drag on his cigarette and waited for her in the
main corridor of their hotel room.  His cock began to bulge outward at the
inevitable prospect of the changes that would soon occur in Samantha -
wanted or otherwise.  The thought of her dull looking hair changing from
dark brown to a more desirable color invigorated his evil penis to the max.
Thank goodness he was wearing briefs underneath his trousers, otherwise
he'd be pitching a tent so to speak.

    Samantha exited the bathroom looking true to form - well dressed in a
dark blue dress yet very conservative in appearance giving absolutely no
hint of sex appeal for the enjoyment of the opposite gender.  Ted took a
good hard look at her ass when she walked by him to the closet.  It was too
slender.  Ted wasn't the type that liked large plump women, but he
preferred his women to be somewhat shapely - though with an overall slender
figure.  He simply adored big breasts and couldn't wait for that aspect to
inevitably change in Samantha's life.  Her breasts were big enough, but he
wanted them larger.  The meeting was in 45 minutes, and Samantha would be
the main attraction.  Though misogynistic in nature, his fellow "business"
associates were fair in their approach toward women whom they sought to
convert not only in front of the camera, but in real life.  As always, the
initial meeting would be softcore.  They were sure to ask Samantha to pose
in somewhat lewd positions in a polite manner.  If the meeting became
strenuous or acrimonious, the men were sure to become verbally abrupt with
her.  If that approach didn't work, a forced submission would soon follow
coupled with drugs and mental therapy.  The physical makeover occurred only
after the mental changes took place.

    Samantha had no clue of what was in store for her at this supposed
meeting.  She assumed that the men were going to congratulate her on her
fine modeling job and shower her with attention - which she secretly liked.
She couldn't wait to get a glimpse of some of her fashion photo spreads.

   "How do I look hun?" she asked innocently.

   "Just fine my dear." Ted lied.

    She had a long way to go before she even came close to looking fine in
his eyes.  Too smart, too intelligent, too brunette looking.  Her boobs
needed a makeover as well.  In all honesty, Samantha didn't look or act
slutty enough.  But when the next week was over, that would all change.  In
fact, Samantha wouldn't even have to put on an act to please him through
role-playing.  She would actually BE his trashy blonde dream.  It was all
in the cards and the way he played them.  If done correctly, Samantha
wouldn't have to submit to such cruel misogynistic measures, she may
actually WANT to be changed and converted - if for no other reason than her
strong love and passion for him.  Still, it seemed this was only a remote
possibility given her intense desire to become a well educated woman and
law worker.  Only time would tell, and the clock was ticking toward this
much anticipated meeting at the "studio."

   * * * *

    Samantha detected a rather subtle change in Ted's behavior as they drove
to the meeting place.  He was quiet most of the time, and when she asked
him questions he gave short abrupt answers.

   "Is anything wrong dear?" she asked him trying to smile and be cheerful.

   "Not at all darling......just trying to focus on the road." Ted replied
cautiously.

    Samantha could take the hint that he didn't want to converse any further
so she stayed quiet the rest of the way.  She chalked this up to him being
nervous about introducing her for the first time to his business associates
at the studio.  She was partially correct.  Ted was nervous, but only about
her initial reaction to some of the "requests" his fellow associates were
certain to make.  Samantha had never done any sort of "revealing" modeling
in her life.  Only small hints of cleavage here and there, but nothing
serious.  That would soon change - whether she liked it or not.

    They pulled up in front of a large house near the outskirts of the city.
It was dark and breezy outside and there was only a small glimmer of light
from inside the house - presumably from the main living room.  The only
sign that the house was occupied was the long line of cars and mini-vans
parked out front.

    Ted offered his hand to Samantha and she clasped it confidently.  Her
heart was pounding with excitement and she wished she had checked herself
one last time in front of the dash board mirror to make sure she looked
perfect for the occasion.  Ted lead her up the walk way to the large front
porch that was covered with large oak boards.  Apparently whoever owned the
establishment was quite wealthy and had a taste for the Victorian era. 
There were hints of 19th century decorum in and around the house.

    Ted gave the door a simple thud with the knocker.  Presently the large
Victorian door was opened by a huge man who was built like a bodyguard.  He
looked like one too - though with an upscale appearance.  His was donned in
a standard black tuxedo and wore his long dark hair back in a single
pigtail.  Samantha correctly surmised that he was about Ted's age give or
take a year.

   "Come in.  We've been expecting you." said the man in a deep baritone
voice that commanded respect.

    Ted nodded silently and lead Samantha into the main hall.

   "Your jacket please." said the man staring lewdly at Samantha.

    She smiled uncomfortably and handed the man her overcoat.  It was clear
that he had no interest in conversing much and this made her a bit nervous.
She peered down the hall and caught a glimpse of a two main doors that were
ajar with a hint of light escaping the room.  The sound of men conversing
was very distinctive and she could pick out signs of laughter.

   `At least those people are in a better mood than this walking stiff.'
she thought to herself as Ted finished speaking with the tall man.

    Samantha cursed herself for not listening to Ted's brief comments to the
guard.  She liked being aware of everything that was going on around her.
After all, she was that type of girl - for now.

    Ted turned to her and took her by the arm.

   "C'mon darling.  I'll introduce you to some of my associates." said Ted
in a mild mannered voice.

    He was being careful not to create any feelings of uncertainty on his
wife's part.  Samantha took his arm and followed him down the elaborate
hallway toward the room with the open doors.  When they entered, Samantha
was greeted by a site that she wasn't quite expecting.  Sitting around the
room was a group of seedy looking middle aged men wearing cheap business
suits.  They were smoking cigars and filling the room with such a fog of
smoke that she had to fight to keep from gasping for air.  These were
definitely not the types of men she was expecting to meet.  At least the
guard at the door had the decency to wear a tux, but now it appeared that
it was merely for show.  Maybe the owner of this establishment wasn't quite
wealthy at all.  If he was, it didn't show from the looks of the attire and
characters in this room.

    Samantha turned to Ted and looked him in the eye.

   "Are these really the men you wanted me to meet?" she asked innocently
trying not to choke on the cigar smoke.

   "Yes darling.  The are the gentleman who wish to meet you." he replied.
"Gentleman this is my wife Samantha.  She is here to show us some of her
modeling techniques."

   Ted's statement caught Samantha off guard.  She wasn't prepared to do
any modeling.  Even if she was, she wasn't properly dressed for such an
occasion.  The original idea was to meet the men that worked with her
husband and to view some of her previous photo spreads - not model for
them.

   Samantha looked more closely around the room trying to take in all her
surroundings through all the thick smoke.  There wasn't a single woman in
the room - much less the establishment.

   "I don't know about this Ted." she began.  "We didn't talk about this."

   "It will be all right dear." replied Ted reassuringly.  "These gentleman
just want to admire your beauty and talent.  If you impress them, it could
lead to bigger and better things for you."

   "But I'm studying to be a lawyer - not a model." she protested.

   "Of course you are my dear." stated one of the larger men at the head of
the long table.

   Samantha was a bit startled by this.  She did not know this man and they
had not been properly introduced.  As if reading her mind, the man got up
and walked over to her holding his hand out.

   "Let me introduce myself." he began.  "My name is Mr. Willis.  I am the
executive editor of our.....fashion magazine.  Please have a seat and
relax, Ted and I have a proposal for you."

   Samantha thought about this for a moment.  The man seemed a bit rough
around the edges, but he appeared to be sincere.  She glanced over at Ted
again.  He nodded his head in approval, apparently everything was fine. 
Mr. Willis held out a chair and motioned for her to sit down.  As if to
lead her on, Ted walked over to an adjacent chair and sat down.  He turned
and gave her a fake - yet undetectable smile.

   "It's all right darling, they're just curious about you and want to know
you better."

   "OK." replied Samantha taking another look at the shady men sitting
around the long oak table.  There were about eleven of them in all -
counting Mr.  Willis.  She tentatively took her seat and looked up at Mr.
Willis.

   "Thank you my dear." said Mr. Willis as he reclaimed his seat at the
far end of the table and took a short drag on his half smoked cigar.  "Your
husband tells us you are quite a gorgeous woman."

   Samantha looked at Mr. Willis curiously.  She hadn't quite expected
this remark so early in the conversation.  However she dismissed it as all
part of the modeling lingo.

   "Thank you Mr. Willis." she replied shyly trying to sound confident.

   Ted knew this routine rather well.  It was the redundant - yet reliable
ploy of seducing a woman through compliments and praise.  It almost always
worked, and it served the purpose of loosening up a woman to more personal
and direct "compliments" later in the conversation.  Still he had his
doubts.  Samantha was much more intelligent than most of the broads that
were brought into this very room.  She might see through Mr.  Willis's
facade.  Then again, she might not.  It all depended on how Mr. Willis
chose his words.

   For his part, Mr. Willis was a pro at the con game and it showed in his
next move.  He properly introduced Samantha to the rest of the men in the
room one at a time.  The other men gave her brief nods but said very
little. They were smart enough to follow Mr. Willis's lead.

   Alexander was another sly man in the group who was one of Mr. Willis's
closest associates.  He was highly intelligent as well, but he knew when to
yield to his boss.  Alexander was also one of the more sadistical men in
the bunch.  He got off on burning cigarette butts on women's arms and legs.
This was rather extreme, but Mr. Willis kept him around because of his
shrewd business sense and keen understanding of a woman's psychology. 
Alexander had indeed done his homework on the subject having studied at a
prestigious university in England.  He was also heavily into medicine and
drug experimentation and it's various effects on the chemistry of the human
body.  Having no where to go to apply is knowledge in tandem with his
fetish, he sought out Mr. Willis's special men's club having read about it
in one of the magazines.  He had traveled far, but the salary that Mr. Willis 
provided him combined with the luxury of abusing the models was well
worth the investment in time and travel expenses.

   "Please understand Samantha.  We have admired you from afar thanks to
Ted's generous photos of you.  You model the clothing quite well and we are
interested in helping you out financially to further your education in law
school." continued Mr. Willis tactfully.

   Ted could see Samantha perk up visibly when she heard this.  Mr. Willis
was indeed as cunning as they came.  Maybe seducing his annoying cunt for a
wife wouldn't be so hard after all.  "I'm sure that you wouldn't mind
making a few thousand dollars would you Samantha?" asked Mr. Willis.

   Samantha couldn't believe her ears.  `Did he say THOUSAND???' she
thought to herself.  Samantha had never possessed so much money at one time
- except over a period of months and usually with Ted's or her parent's
help with school matters only.

   "Oh my gosh....sure!" she stated quickly collecting her thoughts.

   "Good." replied the cunning porn executive.  "Then you don't mind if we
ask you to make a few....er....changes.  Perhaps in your style and
appearance."

   "What kind of changes do you expect Mr. Willis?" she asked curiously.

   "Well...." began Mr. Willis eyeing her carefully.  "My associates and I
have picked out a special outfit for you to try on this evening.  I'm sure
it will fit quite comfortably with your magnificent figure."

   Ted knew that Mr. Willis was lying.  He despised Samantha's
conservative appearance as much as he did.  But the conversation and turn
of events was definitely heading in the right direction.  Samantha still
had the money offer fresh in her mind and seemed very enthusiastic about
doing what was asked of her.

   "Sure....I guess so.  Would you like me to model it for you and Ted in
private?" she asked timidly.

   "Why no my dear." Mr. Willis stated matter-of-factly.  "We'd ALL like
to see you in it.  You're surrounded by fans - right men?"

   Mr.  Willis winked at his crooked business associates.  He could see the
naked lust in their eyes as they stared at their new prize - soon to be
made into a complete and total slut.

   "What type of outfit did you have in mind?" asked Samantha nervously.

   She didn't like the idea of modeling an outfit in front of a bunch of
strangers.  Modeling for Ted was one thing, but she barely knew any of
these men outside of what Ted had described of them.  Still, the outfits
she had modeled for Ted were not that revealing, and so it was with this in
mind that Samantha accepted the money offer and the bag of clothing that
Mr. Willis held out for her.

   "Where should I change?" she asked timidly.

   "Go back out into the main hall and make a left, there will be a powder
room down the hall.  You shall use that facility while we wait." said Mr.
Willis eyeing her up one last time before giving the nod to the guard to
escort her out.

   Samantha followed the tall burly man out into the main hall and he led
her to the changing room.  When she entered and closed the door, she was
amazed at how fancy the room was.  The room was surrounded with mirrors on
all sides and was equipped with a large hot tub, toilet, and marble sink
with several cabinets.  Little did the cunt know that she was being watched
from a see-through mirror located in the rear of the room.  Indeed, Mr. 
Willis and his fellow associates were huddled on the other side of the wall
in a separate room adjacent to the conference room they had just left. 
They would be able to see Samantha and all her treasures quite easily from
their vantage point.

   Samantha withdrew the modeling attire from the bag and was stunned
outright.  The outfit she had been given by Mr. Willis consisted of a very
skimpy cherry red mini-skirt.  It was of the shiny latex variety and looked
outright slutty.  The bag also contained a pair of black fishnet nylons
complete with garter and suspenders.  The suspenders were to be attached to
a pair of crotchless black panties of the silk variety.  To cap all of this
off, she detected the cherry red lipstick and black eye shadow enclosed in
the bag.

   `No fuckin' way I'm wearing this for these creeps.  Who do they think I
am anyway - a cheap prostitute?' she thought to herself as she put the
contents back in the bag and headed for the door.

   Samantha didn't know who she was more angry with - Mr.  Willis and his
associates, or Ted - her beloved husband who would allow such an atrocity
to happen in front of all those filthy men.

   Behind the mirror, the men shuffled back to the conference room shaking
their heads.  This woman would require more than just a little money and
prodding to do their bidding.  They were seated back in their chairs just
as Samantha entered with an angry look on her face.

   "You can't possibly expect me to wear this outrageous outfit!" she
stated coldly to Mr.  Willis.

   "On the contrary Samantha, we certainly can - and you WILL." replied the
cunning executive.

   "Like hell I will!" blurted Samantha feeling even more uneasy.  "Ted, I
want to leave this establishment right now!"

   "You realize that Ted will no longer fund your education if you leave."
said Mr.  Willis flatly.

   Samantha's mouth dropped open in astonishment.  She relied on Ted for
almost every penny now-a-days to get through school.  This couldn't
possible be true.  She turned and looked at her husband questioningly. 
 From the look on his face she knew right away that it was true.  Ted was
indeed in on this filthy scheme just like the rest of these bastards. 
Feeling betrayed and horrified at this shocking revelation, Samantha burst
into tears and flung her arms out and clung to her husband desperately.

   "Say it isn't so Ted....(sniffle)......say that it isn't true and I'll
believe you....we...we can put this behind us Ted." Samantha whimpered
desperately.

   "I'm afraid it is true darling." Ted began.  "All we are asking is for
your cooperation.  It won't be so bad once you get used to it."

   "But I don't want to do it Ted.....(whimper)....it's so....so
shameful...." cried Samantha.

   Mr.  Willis nodded his head at Ted and winked.  Ted looked down at his
young wife and his voice became much firmer.

   "You will do this for us or you will lose everything - perhaps even your
family."

   Samantha couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Her husband was not
only threatening her well being, but her family as well!

   "You wouldn't dare you bastard!" she cried out loudly as she began
pounding her fists in futility on her husband's chest.

   "I'm afraid so Samantha." Ted began.  "We have powerful connections to
the mob.  You will obey, or bad things will happen not only to you - but
your family as well."

   "It's quite simple really." Alexander chimed in.  "You obey us, and
everything will be all right.  If not....."

   The sadist let his voice trail off.  He didn't need to restate the
threat again.

   Samantha knew she was trapped.  She couldn't possibly continue on with
school without Ted's support.  More importantly, she didn't want anything
bad to happen to her family.  Besides, it was only a little bit of
modeling. What could possibly be wrong with that?

   "OK.....(sniffle)......I......I guess I'll.......I'll do it...."
Samantha murmured softly into Ted's chest - hoping in vain that no one else
would hear her.

   Ted was not the husband she married, and the shock of this was still too
much for her to bare.  She continued sobbing on his shoulder because she
had no where else to turn.  The thought of being wrapped in the arms of a
total fake and creep nauseated her to no end, but she had no where else to
go.  In anger, she managed to stammer her last words of disobedience to
Ted.

   "You creep!  You're a sicko just like the rest of these jerks!" she
blurted out between tears.

   "Maybe so..." said Ted.  "But you'll think differently after a while."

   Samantha didn't quite know exactly what he meant.  But she would soon
find out.

   "Now my dear...." said Mr.  Willis in a soothing voice.  "Why don't you
take that nice little bag and make your way to the ladies room again for
us. We're anxious to have a good look at you."

   Samantha winced at his sarcastic kindness.  She shot him and icy glare,
but she obeyed him and picked up the bag.  The huge guard put a strong hand
on her shoulder - as if to remind her how puny her attempts to escape would
be.  Slowly he guided her out of the conference room and ushered her down
the hall toward the first step in her destiny as a new woman.

   * * * *

   The men sat in their posh leather chairs laughing, joking, and smoking
their expensive Cuban cigars.  Their jokes consisted of house wife
treatment and torment as well as dumb blonde humor.  They all shared one
thing in common - their disdain for women and their view of them as mere
animals bread solely for the purpose of male sexual pleasure and servitude.

   When the large oak doors of the conference room opened again, they were
greeted by the stunning figure of Ted's wife - Samantha.  The shiny red
latex min-skirt rose all the way up her fishnet clad thighs revealing a
hint of her black silk underwear with a hole in the crotch (a part they
couldn't quite see just yet).  The guard had given her a pair of slutty 6
inch high heels to start out and they made a sharp clicking noise whenever
she walked.  Her face was lightly made up with black eye liner and her lips
were adorned with red lipstick of the bright "slut" red variety.  She had
obviously stinted on the makeup applying as little as possible, but the men
didn't seem to mind - at least not initially.  The only other fault with
her physical appearance was her natural hair color and breast size.  All
the gentlemen in the room preferred blondes - particularly platinum blondes
with big boobs and small brains.  However these problems would soon be
addressed in conjunction with drugs and attitude conditioning (the latter
of which would take a little more time).  Despite all this, Samantha still
looked astonishingly beautiful (albeit in a slutty way) and almost
immediately grabbed their attention.  However the look on her face
suggested an aura of tension and guilt - a complete turn off to most of the
men in the room save for Alexander - who preferred his women to appear
upset with discomfort.

   "Come closer to the table Samantha.  We want to see you in the light."
commanded Mr.  Willis.

   Samantha said nothing as she stepped forward timidly in her high heals.
She felt extremely uncomfortable in these shoes and even worse, she felt
very vulnerable and exposed.  The slutty high heals made their customary
"click....clack....click" noise on the oak floor as Samantha came to within
a few feet of the table.  Mr. Willis winked at the other men.  As if on
cue, the men began removing their ashtrays and brief cases from the table -
clearing space for their new prize model.

   "Climb up on the table sweetie and stand upright like a good
girl.....I'm sure you want to give us a good show." continued Mr. Willis.

   Samantha hesitated and began to sob.  She felt extremely embarrassed.

   "I think we need to help her out a bit." said Ted as he motioned to
Alexander's briefcase on the floor.

   Alexander hoisted his briefcase on the table and opened it.  Within
short order he withdrew a sterile needle and a small bottle of serum.

   "W....what are you doing?" asked Samantha trying to hide her growing
fear.

   "Were going to give you a little something to help you relax darling."
said Mr. Willis.  "Don't worry.  It will only hurt for a second."

   "N....no.....no please....I......I can't..." stammered Samantha backing
away from the table.

   She was immediately greeted by the firm hand of the guard once again. 
This time he gripped her shoulder a little more firmly.

   "Please don't make this difficult darling." said Ted.  "We want this to
be an enjoyable experience for you."

   "He's right Samantha." said Alexander filling the needle with a clear
white serum.  "We're just going to help you relax a little bit more than
usual."

   Samantha could hear the other men chuckling to themselves.  She bit her
lip in fear.  What were these men going to do to her?  Samantha didn't like
the idea of having her mind or thoughts altered in anyway, but it seemed
she had little choice - especially with the firm hand of the burly guard
pinching an exposed nerve in her shoulder.  He was obviously an expert at
special holds and nerve damage - probably a black belt in something.

   Alexander walked over to her holding the needle in his right hand.  The
guard gripped Samantha firmly.  Any movement by Samantha would probably
have resulted in a great deal of pain - especially with the way he was
gripping her arm and shoulder.

   "Hold still darling." said Alexander with a wicked grin on his sadistic
face.  "This will make you more....shall we say....susceptible to our
demands."

   "Just try and relax Samantha....we know you'll soon enjoy modeling for
us." said one of the other men.

   Samantha knew nothing of the serum that was slowly and painfully being
injected into her vain.  Alexander could have done it more quickly and
painlessly but he enjoyed watching Samantha squirm in agony.  The fluid he
was giving her was indeed a mind sedative - it was designed strictly to
bring about an aura of light headed feelings.  Though her attitude would
still remain relatively the same in terms of embarrassment and shame,
Samantha would be much more relaxed and receptive to the men's demands.

   The burly guard held Samantha firmly as the menacing liquid was slowly
and methodically deposited into her soft waiting arm.  The stench of the
serum was quite strong and Samantha wrinkled her nose at the smell of it.
After the ordeal was over, she was guided onto the conference table and
told to lay on her back for a while until the drug took effect.

   "It's OK baby." soothed Ted.  "In just a few minutes you can resume
posing for us."

   "Uhhhnnnn.....n....nooooo....." whimpered Samantha as she began to feel
light headed and slightly dizzy.

   The rest of the men stared at their new prize intently observing
everything from her slight body movements to her facial expressions. 
Within minutes the men soon observed a dull listless gaze come forth from
Samantha's eyes.  She was fully coherent, however she possessed neither the
drive nor the will to put up much of a fuss against their wishes.

   "Stand up on the table Samantha." commanded Mr. Willis firmly.  "It's
time for you to show us what makes a woman so special." **laughter from the
other men**

   Almost as if she were sleepwalking, Samantha stood up on her slutty high
heals and walked across the oak table.  The men guided her to the center
beneath the bright light and began glaring at her slutty attire.  They
observed the outline of her breasts as they pushed outward against the
shiny red latex mini-dress.  They were also afforded an excellent view of
her crotchless panties underneath her short skirt.

   "Turn around slowly my dear." continued Mr. Willis.  "Show us that nice
ass of yours."

   Samantha turned around slowly - rewarding the men with an excellent view
of her soft bottom.  It was partially exposed due to the shortness of the
mini-dress she was wearing.  She did indeed look like a cheap hooker on
heals.

   "Now Samantha, we want you to unhook the left shoulder strap of your
mini-dress so that we can see part of your tit.  Go slowly my dear.  We
have all the time in the world and we just love a strip tease from a tasty
little slut like you.  Don't we men?"

   The other men chuckled and nodded their heads in unison.  The total
degradation and humiliation of this poor woman was enough to drive them
over the edge of ecstasy.  Samantha blushed with embarrassment.  Slowly she
undid the left shoulder strap and let the top of her dress drop clumsily to
reveal a partial - yet appetizing amount of her soft white cleavage.  She
was definitely a prize to behold indeed.

   "Pull it down a little further." continued Mr. Willis.  "Let's have a
closer look at that sweet boob of yours."

   Samantha did as she was instructed - clumsily fiddling with the strap in
an attempt to pull the upper part of the latex dress down further to expose
her soft booby.  When it was fully revealed, the business men caught a nice
glimpse of her dark brown aureole and pouting nipple.  Samantha's face
turned pink with embarrassment.  These men were truly bent of fully
exposing her for their perverse pleasure and sexual gratification.  This
was not modeling.  It was pure humiliation.

   "Now the other side darling." said Ted following Mr. Willis's lead.

   Samantha looked at him dreamily.  The medicine Alexander had given her
was now reaching it's maximum effect.  Slowly she undid the other shoulder
strap of the slutty dress and let it slide down clumsily.  Now both of her
soft boobies were in full view of the leering men.

   "I'll bet she wants to show her pussy hole for us boss." said one of the
men.

   "Of course she does." answered Mr. Willis.  "She's going to learn to
enjoy exposing her slutty body for us.  Aren't you my dear."

   Samantha didn't know how to answer.  Her mind was fuzzy from the effects
of the drug she had been given.  Soon she was instructed to squeeze her
boobs together and smile while Mr. Willis took a few pictures.

   "Lie on your back whore!" commanded Alexander.  "We want to see your
pink bimbo hole."

   "Yeah.  Show us your trashy crotchless panties." said another.

   Samantha blushed even more, but she was too out of it to resist their
commands.

   "Do as he says my dear." soothed Mr. Willis as he continued to snap
some more pictures.  "Show us what a dumb woman you can be....spread your
filthy legs....that's a good bitch."

   Samantha lay on her back with both of he shoulder straps down.  The
table was cold and unforgiving and very uncomfortable.  The men obviously
didn't care about this annoyance.  They wanted to see her womanly treasure.
Hesitantly she moved her fingers down to the crotch of her dress and hiked
it up further exposing her silk black panties.  The panties were extremely
slutty in nature and revealed all of her cunt to the men.

   "Hold your legs up and keep them together my dear." said Ted.  "Mr. 
Willis wants to take a few shots of your stupid piss hole."

   "Good girl Samantha." added Mr. Willis.  "You're behaving quite nicely
for us."

   "Just wait till we give her the `slut' makeover boss." said one of the
men taking a long drag on his cigar and fondling his prick with his other
hand.

   "Indeed." replied Mr. Willis snapping some pictures of her exposed
twat. "She'll make a fine woman soon."

   "And a fine wife." Ted added winking to the other men.

    Samantha nearly burst into tears, but her emotions were kept in check by
the intoxicating medicine.  She was to become a slave to Ted and the rest
of his cronies.  The thought of becoming a simple minded bimbo was indeed
revolting, and she fought to get her thoughts back into focus in hopes of
escaping - damned the big guard.  However the drug was too strong.  Too
powerful.  Alexander had indeed done his homework on the female mind.

   "Pull your pussy lips apart for us dear." said Mr. Willis.

   "Yeah." said another man.  "Show us were you make tinkle." **more
laughter**

    Samantha managed a small - yet barely noticeable grown.  Slowly she
pulled her puffy vaginal lips apart and gave the middle aged men the show
they had all been waiting for - the inside of her precious cunt.

   "Oh that's soooo pretty Samantha." said Mr. Willis snapping several
more pictures.  "Give a nice little smile.....that's a good girl....now
give us a wink....you want to please us don't you my darling."

    Something inside Samantha gave way and she moaned her response.

   `WHAT AM I DOING???' she thought to herself as the moan escaped her
slutty lips.

   The drug was indeed taking it's toll on her will.  Samantha felt as if
she were drunk.  The room became a slight blur.  She could barely make out
the faces of the dirty old men around the room - much less stand up again.

   "I think she's almost out." said Alexander.  "We'd better prepare her
for surgery.  Did you call Dr.  Andrews?"

   "Yes I did." replied Mr.  Willis finishing the last role of film. 
"Unfortunately he will not be here until tomorrow.  We'll have to put her
to bed in our special quarters.  I'm sure Ted will make the necessary
arrangements for her stay here."

   "Sure boss." said Ted.  "I'm sure everything will go smoothly if we keep
her nice and sedated."

   "Leave that to me." Alexander cut in.  "I've personally worked with Dr.
Andrews on many of these cases.  She'll be your perfect blonde tit dream
within a matter of days."

    Ted smiled to himself.  He couldn't wait for the completion of his
wife's transformation.  He was so excited at the thought of his wife
becoming a nice docile blonde bimbo that he could barely control the raging
hardon in his dress pants.

    Samantha could barely feel Alexander and the burly guard pick her up
from the oak table and carry her out of the conference room.  Her mind was
swimming in a sea of haze and utter confusion.  She didn't feel her clothes
being removed once she was brought into her special room.  She didn't feel
them lay her on her back and spread her legs apart.  Nor did she feel the
ankle and wrist straps being applied to her on both ends of her luscious
body.  Lastly came the blind fold and another injection of sedative from
Alexander's special kit of medicine.  Within moments, she felt herself
drift off into a heavenly blissful sleep - one that she would never wake up
from as a free woman.  Indeed, Samantha's next waking moment would not
occur for several days.  Her waist would become much slimmer due to a
deliberate lack of nourishment, and her only access to water would be
through an intravenous tube.  She would indeed awaken to a new kind of life
- one of utter submission and simple minded obedience.

   * * * *

    When Samantha finally awoke nearly a week later, she was not the same
woman.  She opened her eyes and listlessly stared at her surroundings.  Her
blindfold had long since been removed to allow for a more intense visual
analysis of her facial expressions and eye movements.

    The first thing Samantha noticed about herself was the fullness of her
new mouth and ripe collegian lips.  Her breasts had been blown up to triple
the size they were before and they felt rather heavy and uncomfortable at
first.  But Samantha didn't seem to care.  She felt extremely light headed
and giggly.  Within a few minutes a handsome man in his late thirties
entered the room wearing a white coat - the kind that doctors and surgeons
wore.  He leaned over the bed and smiled at his new peace of work.

   "Hello princess." he began.  "My name is Dr.  Andrews, but you can refer
to me as Master Andrews.

    Samantha had forgotten a great deal of her former vocabulary, but she
still understood basic simple terms in English.  However the handsome
Master seemed to be talking too fast for her to comprehend, so she merely
giggled and smiled at him.

   "I must be talking too fast for you my stupid little cunt." he
continued. "That's OK.  We don't like sweet little tarts like you to talk
too much anyway.  Your lips are now built for slurping and sucking - just
like a cute little infant."

    Samantha smiled and giggled again.

   "hee hee......sl....slurpy....sucky......mmmmm." she moaned trying to
match some of his words together.

    Hours later, Samantha was fully dressed in "proper" women's attire and
escorted back to the main mansion.  Her outfit consisted of a shiny black
leather collar with silver metal studs that seemed to nearly choke her. 
She also wore a trashy black latex halter top with giant holes where each
of her surgically enhanced breasts jutted outward invitingly.  Her naval
was pierced and adorned with cheap looking silver rings and a tattoo was
located below the base which read "ANAL WHORE." Just below that a was a
shiny black latex mini-dress which fit tightly around her newly enhanced
waist line which accentuated her slutty bottom - which in turn was
practically fully exposed to anyone who wanted a peek.  Her asshole had
been widened considerably to allow for several dicks to enter at once - or
even a large object of the men's choosing.  Her vaginal lips had been
permanently pried open by several silver ring studs that were placed on
either side of her labia to allow for maximum usage of one (or more) large
cocks.  She wore no panties of any sort and was clad only in trashy black
latex boots that went all the way up to the middle of her knees which
permitted only a minimal amount of bending.  The boots were adorned with
10' inch spiked high heals which made her lean uncomfortably on her tip
toes at all times.  The heels also served to make her walk "properly" and
obediently.  In addition, the heels also served as an open advertisement to
anyone within ear shot that a super slut / hooker was coming in their
direction.

    Samantha's face and hair were also a dream to behold.  Her hair was
permanently dyed platinum blonde and hung down her shoulders in a straight
- yet slightly ragged fashion.  Dr.  Andrews had deliberately given her
hair the appearance that it hadn't been washed or bathed in a considerable
amount of time.  To top off the sleazy bimbo look, Samantha's face was
loaded with slutty makeup - complete with shiny cherry red lipstick which
gave her new collegian lips a sort of pouty / inviting appearance that
commanded the storage of one (or more) cocks at once.  Her dull listless
eyes where smeared with slutty black eye liner and mascara.  Her cheek
bones had also been raised slightly to give a more pleasing appearance.  To
complete the transformation, Samantha was given a large wad of bubble gum
to chew on to create the credible appearance of a teenybopper groupie.

   "Hello Ted." greeted Dr.  Andrew as he entered the main lounge.  "I
brought someone here to see you."

    When Ted looked up he was greeted with the sound of clicking high heals
and the appearance of his perfect blonde bimbo dream.  When he looked his
new wife in the eyes he searched for any possible hint of intelligence or
reminder of her once bright past but found only a dreamy eyed vacant look.

   "Hello Samantha." he said trying to control the bulge in his trousers
and the lustful urge in his voice.

    The only response he received was an extremely high pitched giggle and
the growth of a huge pink bubble expanding out of her enlarged cock sucking
lips.

   "POP!!!!.........giggle."

    Samantha swayed sluttishly from side to side with a hand on her hip and
a dreamy air-headed expression on her cheaply made up face.

   "We have chosen you to be the first recipient of Samantha's outgoing
personality and special talents." began Dr.  Andrews.  "I think you will
find your new wife quite accommodating and generous with her time and
cheerful attitude."

   "I'll bet I will." said Ted as he stood up to shake the doctor's hand
and show him to the door of the lounge.

    The other executives were out doing some film preparations in
anticipation of Samantha's first screening appearance.  When Ted was alone
with Samantha, he took one last look at his former wife.  Then he lost all
respect for her (what little he had in the first place anyway).  He came up
behind the giggling tart and wrap his arms around her newly formed torso.
Lustfully his large hands found their way up to her huge tits and began
tweaking the nipples harshly until they were beat red and sore.  Samantha
managed a few uncomfortable squeals, but giggled and popped her bubble gum
for the most part and swayed dreamily in his sadistic arms.  Ted licked her
ear and took a whiff of her cheap perfume - the kind most bimbos wore to
impress men of his stature.  Only this time it was different.  Samantha
know longer cared about money - much less knew much about it.  She merely
wanted to please her Master(s) and behave like a proper woman.  She wanted
to wrap her brand new pouty red lips around his swollen cock and deep
throat him.  For the first time, she wanted to know what sperm really
tasted like.  Of course coming out of a "God" like Ted, it would be one of
the most pleasing experience's in her life and one she would aspire to each
and every time she was with her husband / Master.

    Ted reached greedily under her micro-mini latex skirt and fondled her
sopping wet cunt which had been widened considerably by the metallic ring
studs adjoined on either side of her swollen labia.  Samantha giggled and
flung her hair back in slutty fashion as she swayed from side to side in
Ted's evil arms.  Ted wasted no time in testing Samantha's vaginal limits -
expanding her cunt with several fingers at once.  In and out he mushed his
fingers coating them with thick creamy slut goo.

   "Open your stupid mouth Samantha." he commanded harshly.  "Let's add
some special flavor to that wad of bimbo gum you're so fond of chewing."
 
    Samantha obeyed her Master graciously and rolled her eyes in slutty
fashion.  Her mouth popped open and was instantly greeted by several smelly
fingers jammed menacingly into her waiting mouth.  For the first time,
Samantha tasted her pussy juice and was instantly hooked on the salty taste
of vaginal cream and stale urine.

   "Oooooohhhhh.........mmmmmmmm...." the bimbo moaned as she tasted the
shameful bodily fluids in her stupid inviting mouth.

   "That's a girl sweetie.....just suck and slurp like a professional
whore." said Ted soothingly in her ear.  "That's going to be your new role
in life.  Pleasing and obeying all kinds of perverted men.  Men like me."

    Samantha felt herself falling in love with Ted all over again.  But this
time there were no strings or contingencies attached.  No money involved or
desired.  She just wanted to please him over and over again.  Her every
waking moment would be spent wondering where he was and wishing she was
with him or one of his associates.  She would find herself hoping to find
new and incredible ways to earn their admiration and adoration - perhaps in
the form of simple daily chores - ones that weren't too difficult for her
to comprehend or carry out.

    Ted removed his sticky fingers from her mouth.  Samantha had performed
her first "duty" admirably.  She had cleaned the salty residue from his
fingers thoroughly and was awaiting her next opportunity to please him and
show him what a "good girl" she was.

   "Now Samantha, I want you to kneel down as best you can and open your
mouth for me." commanded Ted in a firm voice.

    Samantha obeyed.  Slowly she went to her knees despite the restrictive
knee high boots and opened her ripe red lips.  Ted unzipped his trousers
and pulled out his fat throbber.  It looked enormous to Samantha - having
forgotten what he looked like in the past.  Ted aimed the evil snake at her
waiting slut mouth and brushed the smelly tip against her swollen lips.

   "Ummmmm........ughhhhhhh....slurrrrrrp!"

    Samantha began to suck on the thick fat cock that was impaling her sweet
stupid mouth.  Within moments she began to slobber all over the oak floor
of the lounge.  Piles of slutty drool escaped her retarded cunt of a mouth
and formed a slimy pool below her latex covered knees.  Her nipples
remained quite red and swollen from Ted's harsh pinching and were now quite
sensitive to touch.  Her titties bobbed slightly up and down in little
jiggles as her mouth became a human receptacle for Ted's swollen man tool.

   "Oh yeah!" gasped Ted as he mashed her blonde head to his sweaty crotch
with both of his powerful hands.  "You're such a goooood girl......what a
willing sweetheart.....such and obedient bimbo slave."

   "Ummmmm.......mmmmmmm.....*slurp*......*drool*......*slurp*.....!"

    Samantha rolled her slutty eyes up at her new husband Master in search
of a hint of admiration and appreciation - just like a stupid clumsy dog
waiting to be petted in all the right places.  Her tongue rolled and
slithered up and down the shaft of his thick penis just like a professional
hooker.  She wanted to bathe him in blissful glory and show him how much
his Godly presence meant to her.  She worshipped him with all her heart and
tiny little mind and wanted so badly for him to bless her with his manly
cream.

    In and out the cock went.  The thick piece of male lard mashed itself
against the back of her slutty throat in search of her tonsils.  Amazingly
Samantha only choked and sputtered a few times, but soon she would get used
to this type of harsh degrading treatment.  Ted could already tell that she
had been "fixed" properly and was already learning the sweet and painful
rewards of pleasing a man in all those "special" ways.

    Indeed, Samantha was learning to enjoy this sort of treatment from a
man. She would soon look forward to the blessings of pain that Alexander
had in store for her white trash body.  She wouldn't mind being used in any
way at all as long as it brought pleasure to her Masters.  At this point,
Samantha would only come to know of her most frequent reward.  It came in
the form of a huge volcanic blast of filthy goop all over the inside of her
sweet dirty mouth.  Ted had unleashed a monstrous load of semen inside her
swollen lips and it spilled over onto her tonsils.  Some of the squishy
cream seeped out of Samantha's mouth and onto her shiny latex halter top.
Little globs of filthy cream oozed onto her swaying boobies and dribbled
onto the oak floor below.  Some of the cream oozed out in small rivulets
and dribbled down her trashy chin.  The thick salty cream coated her mouth
and she immediately began to swallow what was left of it.  The ugly jizz
slithered down her worthless throat and coated her stomach.  Ted looked
down at her sleazy makeup and her vacant dim-witted eyes.  They were
lifeless and her thoughts were filled with nothing but candy cotton air. 
She was now just a worthless smelly whore from head to toe.  Samantha
stared up at him in desperate search of approval from her lord.

    As she was staring up at him, something slithered out of her Master's
mouth and splashed against her left eyebrow.  Ted was spitting on her.  Oh
how wonderful!  She just knew that he liked her!  She smiled up at him as
more spit poured down on her messy face.  She was pleasing him!  And soon
she would be the most popular girl with all of her Master's friends.  She
just couldn't wait for her new husband to introduce her to his fellow
associates.  Her Master's treatment of her made her feel so special and
important.  It was indeed a special treat to have a powerful man spit on
her girlish face.  Samantha's feeble mind reckoned that it was probably
extremely rare for any woman to receive such an honor from a God like Ted.

    The slimy spit oozed down her nose and mouth and dribbled down her sweet
chin - so prim and proper.  Just like a good woman's chin should always be.
Ted wiped the remaining residue off of his cock using Samantha's blonde
hair as a towel.  Then he ordered the bitch to stand up and follow him to
the main hall.  Once there, he ordered her to stand with the guard until
the rest of his entourage arrived and decided what to do with her. 
Samantha felt uncomfortable in her high heel boots, but she smiled to
herself knowing full well that she would soon get used to her new uniform.
She felt so proud and sexy in it.  She was more than willing to wear
anything at all if it meant pleasing men.  For some reason she couldn't
remember or fathom, she looked down on modern women.

    Indeed Dr. Andrews had planted plenty of "new" thoughts in her pea size
brain.  One of them was her disdain for her previous life as a law student.
Samantha no longer liked thinking for herself.  After all, she was just a
girl.  She not only wanted a man to do her thinking for her, she NEEDED a
man to think for her.  She just couldn't help herself anymore.  She got
extremely wet in the crotch just thinking about the blessings and rewards
of dependency upon the opposite sex.  Her body shuddered and tingled at the
thought of pleasing other men.  Their bodily rewards for her were probably
quite numerous and too great to imagine in her simple little mind, but that
didn't stop her from getting a glowing sense of pride in her new purpose in
life.  Dr. Andrews had told her that being a "fuck toy" was the greatest
and most sought after profession among women - only most didn't know it
yet. Though he vowed to her that this state of affairs among modern day
women would soon change over a period of time, and that she would soon make
new friends with women who were just like her.

   * * * *

   "Squeeze your boobs together bitch!" commanded Mr. Willis while several
camera men circled around.

    Samantha clutched her breasts and pushed them together with her soft
girlish hands.  She was dressed in virtually the same outfit as before save
for one small difference - a bright pink latex halter top.  It was the same
style as the previous one however with the holes cut out to expose her
naked tits.  They were enormous and they bobbled up and down clumsily
whenever she walked or made sharp movements.  They looked like two ripe
melons when she pushed them together.

   "Arch your back slut!" commanded another.

    Samantha giggled and arched her back for the camera.  Her big boobies
stood out even further.  Mr. Willis and Alexander took turns pinching
tweaking her nipples as the cameras flashed.

   "Turn around and wiggle your stupid ass for us Samantha.....that's a
good girl."

    Samantha smiled and shook her luscious bottom.  It swayed invitingly
from side to side and looked perfectly proportioned - thanks to Dr. 
Andrews cosmetic surgery.

   "Now bend over and hike up your mini-skirt for us....we wanna see some
REAL ass!" said Alexander winking at Mr. Willis.

    Samantha turned around clumsily on her high heels so that her bottom was
facing the two men.  Then she bent down and stuck her ass outward
invitingly giving it a seductive wiggle for the two executives.  Then she
hiked up her black latex mini-skirt and pulled down her crotchless panties.
She was extremely damp and some girlie goo dribbled out of her open vagina
and onto the oak floor.

   "Isn't she adorable?" asked Mr. Willis.  "Just look at that sweet
butt....spread your ass cheeks for us honey.....that's a nice girl.....show
us where your real brain is....that's it....right inside that slutty little
brown hole of yours."

    Samantha spread her hiney apart so that the men could have a clear view
of her sexy brown anus.  It peaked out from between her butt cheeks and
winked at the men.  Alexander smiled to himself.  Samantha was one of those
girls who had a large brown ring of skin surrounding her anal orifice.  Her
butt hole was already partially open due to the surgery she had.  It looked
ripe for the picking indeed.  Alexander loved anal sex and he didn't
hesitate to stick a large finger inside her exposed bottom.  Menacingly he
wiggled it around inside - coating it with her anal treasures.  Mr. Willis
smiled to himself.  Today was going to be a big day for Samantha indeed. 
He watched intently as Alexander began to stick more fingers inside
Samantha.

   "Oooooohhhh.......*giggle*....." Samantha swooned with anal bliss as she
felt the insides of her bowels expand with each additional finger.

    Alexander pulled down his trousers and whipped out his cock.  It was
extremely rigid at the thought of the infinite sadistic possibilities he
had with this slut.  Mr. Willis did the same in turn.  Soon Samantha had
two cock dangling around her and several camera men taking lewd pictures of
her.  She was still bent over when she felt Alexander remove his fingers
and replace them with a very stiff penis.  Mr. Willis moved to the front
of her and instructed her to "suck." Within moments, Samantha had a cock in
her mouth and one in her ass.  Alexander had no trouble entering her slutty
dark hole.  It was already extremely loose - just like a professional
whore's.  He pounded his stiff cock into her ass mercilessly while Mr.
Willis drilled her face with reckless abandon.  The two cocks sea sawed in
and out of her open holes until she turned red in the face from so much
hard fucking.  Then she was greeted with thick smelly slime entering her
body at both ends.  The messy splooge gushed into her trashy orifices like
two sewage pumps - coating her insides with sticky smears of white jizm. 
Mr. Willis held her face up with both of his hands and commanded her to
let the rest his cum drool out of her mouth for the camera.  It was
definitely a ?ite to see.

   "Let's put a camera on her ass men." he offered.  "Perhaps we can have a
good shot of the goop coming out of her bottom."

    Alexander pulled out just in time - commanding Samantha to squeeze what
was left of her anal muscles so that his slime would cum oozing out for the
camera.  Samantha obeyed and squeezed hard.  The sticky white jizm soon
began to ooze out of her ass and onto the floor below.  Picture after
picture was snapped and a video camera was added to the mix.  More bright
light was beamed down on her slutty bottom to maximize the effect of the
degrading scene.  Samantha remained slumped over with her knees locked
together - smiling and giggling for the men.

   `What a stupid fucking whore.' Mr. Willis thought to himself - Dr. 
Andrews had definitely earned his money this time.

    When all was said and done, Samantha smelled like a cheap piece of fuck
meat just waiting for another stud to take his turn.  And indeed they did -
one right after the other.  Each camera man got his turn to fuck her white
trash holes.  Some fucked her mouth.  Others fucked her pussy.  But most of
them enjoyed the pleasure of filling her dark brown poop hole with thick
smelly jizz.

    Samantha was in a state of fatigue when all the men finished using her.
For one thing, her legs were extremely tired from staying in a standing
position for so long.  For another, her ass and cunt were sore from all the
hardcore drilling she had received from the executives.  One thing was
certain, she was definitely going to be the star of a lot of porn movies.
She had indeed been transformed into a "proper woman" as Dr.  Andrews had
promised and would soon make an excellent servant wife for her Master /
husband Ted.  The best part about the whole arrangement was the fact that
the sleazy porn executives didn't have to pay her a cent for her time,
energy, or humiliation.  She was now a natural - born again slut in the
making.  Her first video would soon appear on many shelves in Europe.  And,
to the delight of Ted and his partners, the profits would fall right back
into their pockets.  So much for law school expenses.



                                   THE END








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