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Authors name: H. Grant (hgrant08028@yahoo.com)
Story title : Samantha Becomes A Bimbo 

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Samantha Becomes A Bimbo (M+/F, mc, oral, anal, drugs)
by H. Grant (hgrant08028@yahoo.com)

***

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 know 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 its 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 led 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 led 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 its 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 its 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 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 no longer cared about the 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, mmmmmmm...." 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 delight 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