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Subject: {ASSM} Mona's Makeover by Nineball (M/ff mc)
Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2001 21:10:01 -0400
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Mona's Makeover
by Nineball

Mona -

Mona thought she had blinked. "My hair can't be dry 
already." she thought. 

But the beautician's assistant had turned off the blower. 
After checking the display on the overly complex 
device she raised the bulky looking hood away from 
Mona's head. "That should do for now. Your hair 
dresser will be here to finish in a moment." Mona didn't 
question why a hair dryer needed a computer attached 
to it.

Mona sat up feeling refreshed. She mistook her 
unconsciousness as sleep. She did not know that the 
high powered electronics built into the "hair dryer" had 
rendered her unconscious while it completely opened 
her mind to suggestion. A special cassette tape had been 
played for her that contained new ideas and thoughts 
for her to absorb. The old Mona was still there, but 
some parts of her had been rewritten. She now held 
certain feelings and attitudes that were quite different 
than when she dozed off. The whole process had been 
done so seamlessly, that she would never suspect it. 
Little did she know that against her will she had been 
transformed into an insatiable nymphomaniac whose 
enormous appetite for sex could be satisfied by just one 
man. She just knew she felt really good. Happy and 
content, this was the best she had felt in quite some 
time.

The hair dresser came over. "Ah, you look great. Let 
me fix a couple of things here." She preened and fretted 
over Mona's hair for several moments. Then she gave 
Mona a hand mirror.

Mona smiled at her reflection. "Rick will be pleased" 
she thought. 

She had only been seeing Rick for several weeks, and 
they had not yet slept together. To her Rick had been an 
unattractive nobody, but Mona figured a couple of dates 
wouldn't hurt anything. She had planned to let him take 
her to some nice restaurants, buy her some nice things, 
and send him away. She was far too good looking to get 
mixed up with the likes of him.

So far Rick had played her game perfectly. He had sent 
her gifts: flowers, earrings, candy, more flowers. He 
had given her several gift certificates to clothing stores, 
one to have her nails done, and then one to a beauty 
shop, one she had never been to. She didn't like the idea 
of someone new working on her hair. She had been 
with the same gal for years now. But Rick seemed 
insistent that she come here. "Results guaranteed or 
your money back." said the card. And he had paid for it, 
so she figured she would try it out. If it was a disaster, 
she could always let it grow out. But now looking in the 
mirror and she just knew Rick would approve. 

"I can't wait until he gets home from work." she said 
out loud, and the beautician nodded knowingly.

At the front desk she learned that the next three visits 
were already paid for and that the next one should be 
set for about three weeks away. Checking her date book 
she scheduled her next appointment for a friday 
afternoon. She would be returning from a business trip 
in the morning. A trip to the hair dresser would help her 
look her best for Rick.

The girl keeping the books said, "Here is a key and the 
address to his apartment." Then checking her notes, "It 
says here, he will be home at 5:30."

Mona didn't blink an eye to that. She took the key, 
added it to her key ring, and left. Looking at her watch, 
she calculated that she had just enough time. She 
stopped at her house first to get a few things. If she was 
going to spend a few days with Rick, she would need 
some personal items. Again the discontinuity did not 
alarm her. Before the treatment she had actively 
planned on never sleeping with him, now she was 
calmly preparing to spend a weekend or more at his 
place. She tossed a pile of her sexiest underwear and 
dresses on her bed and folded them quickly into a 
suitcase. She added some pumps, cosmetics, and 
toiletries. "That ought to do." 

Mona looked in a mirror to check her makeup. She 
noticed the faint odor of her own vagina on her hand. 
She realized the she had been idly stroking and feeling 
her self on and off ever since the appointment. The 
stink brought a subtle smile to her lips. In the mirror she 
saw her smile turn into a mischievous grin. Her hand 
slithered down, pushed her underwear aside and found 
her clitoris. Looking right into her own eyes, she 
formed a mental image of Rick and began to 
rhythmically rub her clitty. Her orgasm was abrupt and 
short lived, and she calmed down quickly. She felt a 
lonely longing for Rick, and wished he was here right 
now. 

But he wasn't. She put out a pile of cat food, locked up 
her house and left.

Mona stopped by the grocery store and picked up 
enough things to prepare a few good meals for Rick. 
She didn't know what he might have at his place, and 
wanted to be sure. Satisfied, she went to his place and 
let herself in. Running out of time, she went right to the 
kitchen and got to work. Rick's kitchen was small but 
reasonably well equipped. She heated the oven and 
assembled a casserole and a salad. After setting the 
table and putting dinner in the oven, she set the timer 
and hurried to the bedroom. Rick would be here any 
minute now, and she wasn't quite ready. She felt an 
unmistakable stirring between her legs and wanted 
more than anything else to please him, to be exactly 
what he wanted.

Rick -

Rick was a nervous wreck. He couldn't keep his mind 
on work all day. Maybe he would get home and this 
silly dream would end, leaving him alone again.

He had heard about the service several years earlier. He 
met some sleazy looking guy in a porno shop who 
described the service and gave him a business card. 
"Results guaranteed or your money back." was the 
claim. The guy maintained it worked a lot like 
hypnosis, but since the trance state was electronically 
induced and maintained, the suggestions were 
physically etched onto the victim's neural pathways. 
The subject could even be made to perform a suggested 
act beyond their willful control, so effective was the 
technique. "Auto-kinesthetic programming" he called it. 
With three or four treatments, spread out over half a 
year, the mind molding became permanent. But the 
service wasn't cheap. Rick dismissed it as obvious bunk 
at first. But he couldn't forget the idea. Eventually it 
possessed him. It had taken him months and months to 
scrape together the money. He had pulled all of the 
money from all of his retirement accounts, borrowed 
from the bank, and pawned his car. He couldn't shake 
the sinking feeling he was being duped. At the sign up 
they asked who the service was for.

"I don't know. Now I have to find someone." is all he 
could say.

They helped him record the tape of suggestions, 
offering advice on how to make it the most effective. 
The tape would be played to her while in the 
electronically induced trance and had to be in his own 
voice. "It is a girl you want, right?" the interviewer 
asked. The device was disguised as a hood style hair 
dryer so that she would not suspect what was being 
done to her brain. There was a limit to how much 
molding could be done at one time. Rick had to 
prioritize the list of lewd ways he wanted his captive to 
think and act. Years of consuming hard-core 
pornography had given him many wild and bizarre 
fantasies. But he could only afford one round of 
treatments, so he had to make this one count.

Rick had met Mona at a singles bar. She had long, curly 
blonde hair, superb double-d tits, a flat stomach, narrow 
hips, and a great, round ass. He was so shy, it took all 
the courage he could muster just to ask her to dance. He 
had to ask her several times for a date before she finally 
said yes. She was reluctant, but she was gorgeous. Their 
several times out together had been awkward disaster 
dates. He could always feel the undercurrent of 
contempt in the way she treated him.

Maybe, just maybe, all that would be changed now.

He had paid cash and wondered all day long if he'd 
been taken. As he drove up to his apartment, his hands 
were shaking, his mind was racing. He fumbled with 
his keys, trying to open his door.

He could smell dinner cooking as he meekly called out 
her name, "Mona?"

"Yes, love." she replied as she rushed to the living room 
to meet him. She embraced him immediately and 
lavished him with an open mouth kiss. As Rick came to 
terms with his great fortune, all he could do was kiss 
her back. His hands fumbled about, groping at her back 
and ass. Finally he remembered the description of the 
changes that had been placed in Mona's mind. He was 
supposed to be in complete control, now. He decided to 
see what his money had bought him. He peeled himself 
away and said, "Lets have a look at you."

Mona smiled sweetly, led Rick to the couch, and 
stepped back. She turned slowly, allowing Rick to gaze 
at her magnificent body. She pulled her shoulders back 
thrusting her tits out for him. She arched her back so the 
globes of her ass were presented nicely. His shocked, 
lewd stare didn't appear bother her at all.

Rick's jaw went slack to see Mona like this, right here 
in his living room. She was wearing very little. Sheer 
black stockings and open toed black pumps showed off 
her legs, some cream colored panties and a cream 
colored bra were barely hidden under a short see 
through robe. The only thing else she wore was her 
smile. Rick pulled on his pants to make room for his 
swelling cock. 

Mona giggled coyly at this. She reached behind and 
deftly unhooked her bra. The robe and the bra fell to the 
floor in one motion and she proudly displayed her 
double-d breasts. She tugged at her panties, teasing 
Rick gently. Then she turned her back on him, bent 
over at the waist, and pulled her panties down her legs 
and stepped wide out of them. Her pussy and ass were 
obscenely presented to him and she looked directly into 
his eyes, matching his gaze without blinking. She 
slowly waved her ass from side to side, signaling her 
unconditional availability.

Rick could wait no more. He motioned for her to join 
him on the couch and she slid in comfortably next to 
him, purring like a ferrari, moving her hips 
rhythmically. He remembered some of the auto-
kinesthetic programming he had paid big bucks for. He 
decided to explore one of the new 'programs' he had 
described on the tape she had listened to. He placed his 
hand on her stomach and began to rub it in slow circles. 
He grinned ear to ear as he saw Mona's body move 
entirely outside of her willful control. "God damn, it 
really works! This is absolutely fucking great." he 
exclaimed.

Mona -

She had thrown the one dish meal together quickly. 
Mona hoped it would meet his approval. She intended 
to dress in a sexy dinner dress for him, and stripped 
down to her bra and panties. She pulled on a pair of 
black sheer nylons. She was about to choose a dress 
when she heard Rick's keys in the door. She threw on a 
see through robe, slipped into a pair of pumps, and 
rushed to greet him.

She immediately wrapped her arms around him and 
gave him a wet, open mouthed kiss. Mona felt as if she 
hadn't seen him for days, and she missed him terribly. 
After a minute, Rick pushed her away and looked up 
and down at her body. She blushed with pride. Mona 
knew she had a killer body, lusted after by many men. 
His overtly lewd stare gave her rush of satisfaction that 
ran right to her core. For the new Mona, Rick's pleasure 
was all that mattered.

She slowly turned around for him. Mona exaggerated 
her posture to show off her tits, her ass, and her legs. 
She saw Rick pull on his trousers, making room for his 
swelling cock.

Mona giggled. A shiver ran up her spine just thinking 
about his erection. She knew she was going to feel it 
thrusting in and out of her very soon. She knew she was 
going to love every bit of it. Her own sex was already 
swollen and puckered in anticipation. She removed her 
bra and robe. She held her tits up with both hands and 
symbolically offered them to Rick. Then she began 
plucking at her underwear, eventually turning around 
and, keeping her legs strait, bending over to remove 
them. She stepped wide so that Rick would get a full 
look at her pussy, ass hole, butt, and legs. Mona 
wiggled her ass back and forth, her body language was 
unmistakable.

When Rick motioned for her to come to him, Mona 
thought, "At last..." She slithered down next to him and 
put her arms around his neck. Rick put his hand on her 
stomach and rubbed gentle circles around her navel. 
What happened next she did not understand at all. She 
lost control of her body. It was as if her whole body 
became sort of a robot, externally commanded to 
assume a particular posture and move in a 
predetermined way. Mona lay back on the couch. She 
put her arms above her head. She bent her knees and 
lifted her legs, holding her knees as wide as they would 
go while placing her feet together, toes touching, spike 
heels slightly crossed. Her legs formed an excellent 
picture frame around her curly yellow haired pussy. Her 
hips began to pull up and relax, pull up and relax, pull 
up and relax. Mona observed helplessly as her body 
assumed a vulgar, fuck-me pose. This might have 
frightened Mona before. But with her newly 
programmed personality of unquestioning love and 
devotion to her precious Rick, it seemed like the natural 
thing to do. "Of course," she thought. "I belong to him, 
and he should be allowed complete access to my body." 
Mona irrationally dismissed the total lack of control she 
had over her body.

After a few moments of gazing at her in disbelief, Rick 
reached over to touch Mona between the legs. His touch 
was electric, and Mona pulled upward towards his 
hand, pushing her pussy at him, making his touch 
firmer. Mona felt her body rising quickly toward an 
orgasm, with only a few moments of his touch. Rick 
sensed it too and pulled back. Mona grunted her need 
for more.

Rick instructed her to get off of the couch and onto the 
carpet. Mona regained partial control of her body, just 
enough to follow his instructions. Rick palmed her 
stomach for a few moments, and Mona felt the auto-
kinesthetic programming take full control of her body 
again. She lay there on the carpet, her arms stretched 
way past her head, legs lifted, hips humping up. She 
watched as Rick removed his clothes. "There it is." she 
thought. "That's what I want."

The fact that for some reason she was helpless to resist 
added to her excitement. Mona felt Rick's hands grab 
her tits and maul them rudely. She felt his full weight 
pressing down on her. She could feel the head of his 
cock poking around recklessly, missing its mark. Then 
one of his thrusts found her pussy opening and she felt 
him jerk forward into her. His first few thrusts were 
irregular, but they quickly matched her own smooth 
rhythm. He met her humping strait on and each time he 
penetrated into her as far as he could. Suddenly Mona 
felt him stiffen and twitch. Sensing his orgasm, her 
body matched it and her mind spun about in ecstasy.

Rick's handling of her tits had been crude. His thrusting 
lacked rhythm, and his cock was average sized. Yet he 
had brought Mona to the best orgasm she had felt in a 
long, long time. Hers went on much longer than his and 
she writhed beneath him while his cock went slack 
inside her. Not until he withdrew his limp member from 
her did Mona's world stop racing. As the waves of 
orgasm subsided, Mona regained physical control of her 
body. Mona rolled toward him onto her side, laid her 
head on his shoulder, and kissed him gently on the 
neck, cooing in his ear, thanking Rick for the great fuck 
and telling him how much she loved him.

Rick -

Rick reached out to touch her displayed pussy. She 
rolled up with her hips, pushing back at his hand. Rick 
saw her pace quicken and her breathing get shallow. 
Then Rick stopped and told her to get on the floor and 
she immediately did as she was told. Rick rubbed her 
stomach a bit to force her back into the prearranged 
fuck-me posture. He looked at the stunning blonde 
laying on his living room floor, her body language 
begging to be fucked. He stood up and pulled off his 
clothes as fast as he could. He knelt over her and 
grabbed her tits roughly. He lay down on top of her and 
began probing forward with his cock. It had been 
almost two years since he'd had sex, and his 
inexperience showed. 

One of his thrusts found it's mark and he began to fuck 
her with jerky movements. The smooth humping 
rhythm of the woman underneath him caught him and 
he matched her strokes. The excitement overwhelmed 
him and he came right away after only a few strokes, 
groaning his pleasure, spending his seed deep inside 
her. She joined him in his orgasm, for she had no 
choice. Rick had recorded onto the tape instructions 
that she would always match his orgasms 
simultaneously.

Rick calmed down and began to soften, but the woman 
underneath him continued to squirm until he pulled out 
of her and lay down on his back on the floor next to her. 
He looked at the ceiling as Mona rolled over against 
him. He felt her still firm nipples against his side and 
her kisses on his neck. He heard her telling him how 
great he was and wondered if it was all a dream.

Rick decided to record this moment so that if he woke 
up tomorrow and it all dissolved in a puff of forgotten 
dream, he would have proof that he wasn't crazy. He 
gently stroked her stomach again, and she dutifully 
assumed the primary fuck-me position again. Rick got 
up and went to his room to get his camera. Standing 
over her he said "Touch yourself, Mona. Rub your 
sweet pussy with your fingers."

As Mona complied Rick clicked off several pictures of 
her masturbating. Holding a look of reckless desire on 
her face she proceeded to give Rick the show of his life. 
Rick took a few more pictures and got out his video 
camera. While he recorded it all, Mona worked herself 
up to another rousing orgasm. She did not quit, in fact 
she could not quit until he gave her permission. As if on 
cue, the oven timer went off. It was time for dinner. 

Rick told Mona to put on some nylons and high heels 
for dinner. He had Mona serve him french maid style. 
She tended to him carefully. A mean streak from deep 
inside him started to surface. He wanted to punish her 
for being so stuck up on their two dates. He 
purposefully gave extra instructions, forcing her to fuss 
over his meal, sending her for things her didn't really 
want. Whenever she came close he grabbed at her tits 
and ran his fingers between her legs and then smacked 
her on the ass when she turned away. Each time he gave 
her an order, he called her something rude or 
humiliating. "I want some more pepper, Wench." or 
"Hurry up, you horny fuckin' Slut." or (sniff) (sniff) 
"You fucking stink, you ugly Whore." His commentary 
got more sordid and humiliating. Nearly in tears, she 
had only time to eat a small part of her own meal. They 
shared the last bit of ice cream and Rick had her spoon 
feed him the lion's share, allowing her only a few tastes.

Rick watched his prize lewdly as she cleaned up after 
dinner. He quietly refused her conversation and soon 
she shut up, working efficiently. She could feel him 
staring at her and it excited her that she pleased him. 
She overdid her motions, making sure she presented her 
shapely body for him. She kept her knees locked as she 
bent over to load the dish washer. Rick saw her brazen 
stance and remembered another of his auto-kinesthetic 
programs.

Rick stepped up behind Mona at the sink. He touched 
he lower back and rubbed firmly. Again Mona's body 
operated outside of her own control. She got down on 
the floor on her knees and elbows. Much like a cat, 
while Rick rubbed, Mona widened her knees and began 
to raise her ass into the air. As Rick continued to stroke 
her tailbone, she stiffened her arms and legs, raising up 
onto her toes, lifting even her heel points off the floor. 
The pose was down right obscene and Mona began to 
hump her hips involuntarily. Mona's pussy puffed up 
and turned pink with excitement. Rick stopped the 
stroking and she calmed down, relaxing first her feet, 
her legs, and then her arms, settling back down onto her 
knees and elbows. Her hips continued to undulate 
gently, beckoning to Rick.

Rick looked down at Mona in amazement. The 
effectiveness of the mind forming treatment that had 
been done to her was unbelievable. Only several hours 
ago Mona had been a gorgeous looking stuck up cunt, 
completely out of his reach. Now she was naked, on her 
hands and knees on his kitchen floor, offering him 
either hole, licking her lips and looking over her 
shoulder, watching his cock get hard.

Rick wanted to see that again. He rubbed her tailbone 
and watched her raise up onto her hands and tip toes. 
He kept on rubbing, and her breathing turned unto 
short, labored grunts. He switched to stoking her with 
his left hand. Rick raised his right hand high and 
"Smack" slapped her hard on her right ass cheek. Mona 
stiffened her entire body and exhaled completely in one 
long moaning breath, holding her lungs empty for a few 
moments. Her back arched, lifting her head forward. 
Her mouth was wide open and her eyes bulged. A nice 
pink palm print appeared on her ass as she relaxed 
somewhat and could breath. Using his left hand, Rick 
planted a matching palm print on Mona's left ass cheek. 
As long as Rick continued to stroke her, Mona held the 
strained, arched position, head forward, mouth open, 
eyes wide. Locked in this position, unable to move, 
Mona began to drool, and a long string of spittle 
stretched down to the floor.

Rick stopped and Mona could relax at last, sinking back 
onto her knees and elbows. The involuntary hip 
thrusting continued. Rick got the shortening from the 
cabinet. Using two fingers he took a big glob and 
spread it up and down the crack of her ass, working 
some into her anus. Rick had watched plenty of porno 
videos about anal sex, and had fantasized frequently in 
the last week about fucking Mona in the ass. Now he 
had his chance. He knelt down between her legs and put 
the head of his cock against her sphincter. Grabbing her 
hips he pulled her back against him and forced his cock 
part way into her ass hole. Rick held still for a moment 
and relished this moment. He was really fucking 
Mona's ass hole.

Mona's auto-kinesthetic programming took over. 
Despite the unaccustomed pain of the anal raping she 
was receiving, her body pressed back against him. Her 
knees spread even wider as she tried to get all of him 
into her. She began rhythmical flexing her ass and 
stomach muscles, trying to tighten her grip on his dick.

Rick sensed her actions. He had never had anal sex 
before. He didn't know that Mona's ass hole was 
virginal. He could tell, though, that it was tight! 
Renewing his grip on her hips he began thrusting fully 
at her butt. Soon he was plunging his full length in and 
out of her. As her ass hole adjusted to him, he was able 
to let go of her hips. He reached forward and grabbed 
hold of her bouncing tits, holding them hard, pinching 
the nipples painfully. He started putting his full weight 
behind each thrust. Mona's body jerked forward each 
time his hips met hers.

Mona couldn't hold his weight any more and collapsed 
face first onto the floor. Rick popped out of her. He had 
her stand next to the table and lay her upper body face 
down across it. He spread her cheeks and entered her 
ass again. Unlike fucking her pussy before dinner, this 
time Rick maintained his erection for quite some time. 
Every few minutes he would stop for a moment to rest. 
Then, gripping her shoulders, pulling her back towards 
him, he would pump her butt some more. With each 
thrust he called her something mean and crude. It 
became a chant, "fucking Slut, fucking Slut, fucking 
Slut,... stinking Whore, stinking Whore, stinking 
Whore, stinking Whore,..." Finally Rick came in her 
ass. Despite the physical and verbal abuse, she matched 
his orgasm, for she was now programmed to do so.

Rick pulled out of her ass hole and stepped back. Mona 
tried to stand up, but Rick pushed her back down, 
flattening her tits against the cold tabletop. He kicked 
her legs wider and sat down in a chair, staring at her 
greased up ass and stretched open anus. He rested, 
regaining his composure, counting his lucky stars. He 
realized how mean he had been to Mona during dinner 
and while he screwed her ass hole. But the excitement 
he felt with his dick shoved all the way inside her 
rectum was the best he had ever felt in his life. He 
decided he had vented his anger for now. He would 
continue fucking Mona's ass hole, but more gently in 
the future.

He called Mona to his lap. They spent a few minutes 
kissing tenderly, Rick returning her love. Finally he told 
her "Finish cleaning the kitchen. Then rub a generous 
amount of shortening in the crack of your ass and come 
to bed. I wish to use your ass hole some more."

Rick brushed his teeth and lay on his bed, exhausted. 
He fell asleep listening to the clattering of Mona 
working in the kitchen.

Mona filled and started the dishwasher. After 
completing the hand dishes, she wiped down the 
counters and table. Obediently she spread a big glob of 
shortening between her cheeks. Her anus was still 
tender, but it felt comforting and natural to touch 
herself. Unknown to Mona, part of Rick's program that 
she now followed was that masturbation was now a 
compulsive and frequent part of her day to day 
existence. Soon she was fingering her pussy and clit, 
and before long the shortening had spread from her 
tailbone to her navel and all over her tits. She brought 
herself to her fourth orgasm of the evening. Then she 
brushed her teeth and slid into bed, careful not to wake 
Rick. 

Mona lay flat on her back, looking at the ceiling. She 
idly fingered her greasy clit and labia, reflecting on how 
incredibly lucky she was the Rick found her desirable. 
She loved him desperately, and would do absolutely 
anything he asked. His every word and touch brought 
peaceful happiness to her soul. Mona scolded herself 
for being so aloof and indifferent to him when they first 
met. How could she possibly have been so stupid? 
Based on Rick's programming of her mind, this 
psychological link between her own sense of well being 
and sex with Rick would grow with each fuck. Within a 
few weeks Mona would be as addicted to feeling his 
penis thrusting in and out of her as a junky is addicted 
to heroin.

She fell asleep fingering herself, as she always would 
from this night forward, for that was another of the 
insidious suggestions Rick had placed on that tape that 
had forever changed her life. In fact, gently fingering 
her clit and pussy lips was the only way Mona COULD 
get to sleep, from now on.

Rick woke with a start in the middle of the night. He 
was momentarily shocked by the presence of someone 
else in his bed. Realizing it was the sleeping Mona, he 
smiled wide. She was laying on her side, facing away 
from him. He snuggled up to her, pressing his already 
hard cock between the cheeks of her butt. He could feel 
the slick vegetable shortening there. He recalled the 
great butt fucking on the table. Moan began to awaken 
from his stirring, and felt the hardon in her crack. Rick 
pushed Mona onto her stomach, rolled onto her and 
maneuvered his cock right up her anus. He completely 
forgot his resolve to be respectful of his new slave. No 
foreplay, no asking, Rick treated her like property 
again, as if he had every right to use her in any way he 
wanted, any time he wanted.

Mona let out a soft cry at the pain. It hurt, but she was 
willing to take it. Whatever Rick wanted, he could 
have. He went slow and easy this time and allowed 
himself to come quickly, and of course she joined him. 
He rested there, and fell into a deep slumber on top of, 
inside of her. For a couple of hours, Mona was pinned 
under him. She lay awake, savoring his flaccid presence 
in her, listening to him snore loudly in her ear. Finally 
she snaked a hand between herself and the bed and 
fingered herself to sleep. Later Rick rolled off of her, 
and neither of them woke up from it.

When Mona woke up in the morning, she experienced 
the last of the major programming sets that Rick had 
put into her mind. Her first conscious thought was of 
Rick's cock. She felt a powerful longing to feel it with 
her mouth. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. 
She knew she would be sad, confused, and disoriented 
until she had felt his hardon sliding past her lips.

Rick was fast asleep. She slipped under the sheet and 
felt herself drawn magnetically to his crotch. Mona 
could smell her own shit on his cock. It was like a 
potent aphrodisiac, she now HAD to kiss him and lick 
all of her own feces from him. She caressed his balls 
began planting rapid tongue-out kisses up and down his 
length. Before Rick was awake, his dick swelled to 
meet her conditioned need. 

By the time he abandoned a great dream and joined an 
even better reality, Mona had urged him to full erection 
and was busily scrubbing his tender member, trying her 
best to clean her own shit from it. At last satisfied that 
there were no more flecks to be had, she took his 
uncircumcised head in her mouth. She worked her 
tongue inside his foreskin and for the first time tasted 
the bitter smegma there. She pursed her lips tightly and 
bobbed her head up and down, taking as much of him in 
her mouth as she could. As Rick stiffened and shot his 
load, the first splurt landed directly on her tonsils, 
coating them. She pulled back quickly a couple of 
inches so the next pulse would land on her tongue. As 
she burst into her own unavoidable orgasm, she sucked 
at him with all the strength her tongue and jaw could 
muster. Not a single drop escaped her lips, his semen 
was much too precious to waste.

They calmed down together and Rick rolled onto his 
stomach, knowing what was next. Mona swished his 
salty come around in his mouth as she proceeded to 
give Rick a full body massage. She worked over his 
entire back, neck, butt, and legs, pushing firmly into the 
tissues. Rick rewarded her with moans of pleasure. 
Rested and fulfilled, he went back to sleep, thinking 
how every morning from now on he would be receiving 
an enthusiastic blow job and a relaxing back rub from 
his private pleasure slave. What a way to greet the day!

Mona slipped from the bed and went to the bathroom to 
shower. She looked in the mirror at her grinning, 
satisfied expression. She opened her mouth and 
examined at the milky come covering her tongue. She 
swallowed several times, running her tongue around her 
teeth, getting all of it down. She showered, and washing 
between her legs degenerated into a full blown 
masturbation session, ending with a grunting orgasm. 
She dried her hair, and carefully applied full makeup. 
Checking that Rick was still asleep, she fixed him 
breakfast. 

Rick woke to the smell of bacon. In the kitchen he 
found his Mona at the stove, wearing only his old 
greasy apron, thigh high stockings, and open toed fuck-
me pumps. He decided against rubbing her tailbone, 
making her get on her hands and knees. He was hungry. 
Mona dutifully served him coffee, asking how he 
wanted his eggs. When breakfast was ready she served 
them and Rick allowed her to eat in peace.

After the dished were cleared, Rick pulled the table 
away from the wall into the middle of the room. He 
instructed Mona to sit at the end of the table. Rubbing 
her belly, he helped her lie back on the table, arms past 
her head, legs up, knees wide, the standard fuck- me 
pose. He kept rubbing until her hips started their 
incessant humping. He had intended on licking her 
between the legs. But as he looked at her, he decided to 
clean her up first. He left her there, unable to move 
anything except her hips, and went to the bathroom to 
get his shaving cream, a fresh disposable razor, some 
short scissors, and the hand mirror. Handing her the 
mirror he said "Take a good long look, Slut. This is the 
last time you will EVER see your pussy with hair on 
it."

Mona's eyes widened at that statement. She opened her 
mouth to protest. But part of the auto-kinesthetic 
programming was that she could not speak coherent 
sentences while pinned like this or on her knees either. 
All she could do was grunt like some animal or babble 
rude sexual phrases.

Seeing her expression, Rick added, "Use your hands. I 
want you to masturbate and feel your own pussy hairs 
for one last time."

Mona's hands obeyed him, and she felt her self, probing 
and rubbing, making her labia and clitoris swell with 
blood. Rick got his camera and took a few close up 
shots of her blonde snatch. Her pubic hair was naturally 
sparse, short, and fine. The patch disappeared half way 
down her labia, and a few strays had gathered around 
her anus.

Rick got a bowl of hot water and a dish rag. Pulling up 
a chair he sat down placing her crotch at a comfortable 
working height. Using the scissors first he carefully 
snipped off the longer blonde hairs. He gathered them 
up from the table and stored them in a plastic bag. He 
was going to have them sealed in a clear plastic locket 
that she could wear around her neck as a reminder of 
her property status. Rick shaved her entire crotch, not 
stopping until her pussy and asshole were as smooth 
and hairless as a baby. He had to reapply some cream to 
several spots, getting some stragglers. Mona watched 
the ceremonial removal of her pubic hair with morbid 
fascination. 

Rick told her, "You know that you are now my private 
little whore, right? Whenever you masturbate, the 
smooth hairless condition of your pussy will remind 
you of that. For the time being I want you to shave your 
self twice each day to make sure I never feel any 
stubbly growth, nothing but smooth, soft pussy. 
Eventually I will have your pubic hair removed with 
electrolysis, and it will be made permanent."

While she looked at herself in the mirror, Rick went on. 
"When you shave your legs, arms and pussy, I want you 
to use an electric razor. From now on I want you to 
bathe with only pure, scent- free soap and never to use 
deodorant. I want your body to develope a strong, 
natural stench. Instead of perfume, I want you to use 
your own lubrication juices and any of my come that 
drips out of your pussy. Periodically use both hands to 
smear your own slime in your arm pits, across your 
chest, and under your nose. I want your whole body to 
stink like a fucked pussy. Now, masturbate while I 
watch."

As Rick sat back, Mona explored her newly smoothed 
pussy. She was amazed at how wonderful it felt! All of 
the fear she had felt during the shave vanished. Having 
a clean shaven pussy was undeniably better. The 
experience of her finger sliding across the silky hairless 
folds was delightful. She liked the way her pussy felt to 
her fingertips just as much as her pussy liked being 
touched. Rick was right again. Mona vowed to never 
doubt him again. She trusted him and would follow him 
to the ends of the earth.

When Mona's breath began to shorten into little moans, 
Rick pulled her hands away from herself. He traced two 
quick circles around her navel with a single finger. 
Mona's arms automatically went to their position above 
her head. Rick sat close. After several long slow licks 
up each side of her pussy, he kissed her once on the clit. 
That was all it took. She wailed out another orgasm. 

After she came down, Mona realized that she had 
orgasmed almost once per waking hour since she had 
been around Rick. Each one had been wild and 
wonderful, thoroughly enjoyable. And even though he 
was sometime a little rough with her, it was well worth 
it. For Mona, Rick was the best lover in the whole 
world. He could make her come with a single kiss. She 
now lived for one thing only, to tease yet another 
erection out of him, to feel his cock throbbing and 
squirting inside of her, to tend obediently to his every 
whim and desire.

Mona's legs relaxed. She regained control of her body. 
Rick was not in the kitchen with her. She found him in 
the bedroom, looking through the clothes in her 
suitcase. While she stood by he lifted each of the three 
dresses she had brought. She held each one up to 
herself as he looked them and her over. 

He picked a light summer dress that showed off the tops 
of her excellent tits. "Wear this one for now. Let's go to 
your place and see what else you own. We may need to 
go shopping. How much padding do you have on your 
credit cards?" Rick's cards were maxed out. He had bet 
the farm on the procedure to have Mona converted into 
his devoted love slave. Weather it had worked or not, 
he was now broke.

"I carry three cards, each of them has the highest 
available limit. I can easily afford some new clothes, if 
you want."

He had every intention of taking Mona shopping. He 
was going to fulfill a fantasy he had held for years: to 
watch a sexy girl try on lots of different sexy clothes.

Mona reached for her underwear. Rick shook his head. 
"No underwear. Just the dress, the stockings, and the 
pumps."

Mona flushed with excitement at the thought of having 
only the flimsy dress as the only thing between her and 
public nudity. She slipped into the dress, turned her 
backside toward Rick and lifted her hemline, playfully 
flashing her fanny for him.

"You're learning well," he said.

Rick drove Mona's car to her house. For most of the 
drive Mona absent-mindedly stroked herself. Thanks to 
a part of the program, it felt good and natural to do it. 
So natural she didn't even know she was doing it, for 
the most part.

On the drive Rick quizzed her about her finances. It 
turned out that Mona was quite well off. Her father had 
been a bank president. He had left her a sizeable chunk 
of stock in the bank plus other financial holdings. She 
worked at the bank taking various jobs as she learned 
different aspects of how to run a bank. Right now she 
was an account executive earning a comfortably high 
six figure income. With her skills in business, she was 
managing it all well, and her wealth continued to grow. 
Without Rick even mentioning his sad financial state, 
she offered to pay off all of Rick's debts and buy him 
anything he wanted.

Rick could only shake his head in disbelief. Not only 
was his brainwashed sex slave a knockout chesty 
natural blonde, but she was wealthy to boot. He knew 
he wouldn't last long on his dead end piddly job. 

They got to Mona's house. She had kept the large house 
she had inherited from her parents. A very tall privacy 
block wall surrounded the grounds and a thick hedge 
stood inside the wall. They provided security and gave 
the illusion that she lived alone in the country 
somewhere. Located on a slight rise, the view out the 
front was great. There were multiple bedrooms and 
entertainment areas. The master bedroom was a 
luxurious suite. It had room to spare for the massive 
four-post bed, the couch, and the several pieces of 
exercise equipment. The master bath alone was bigger 
that Rick's bedroom.

"Beats the shit out of my apartment." he said. "I guess 
I'll be moving in here."

"Well of course you can live here, Love. You can have 
anything you want." She wouldn't have it any other 
way. Mona hiked her skirt up past her waist and sat 
back on the bed, spread her knees and started fingering 
herself, making her pussy moisten and swell, offering 
herself to Rick, licking her lips and smiling devilishly.

"Christ, you are a horny little slut, aren't you Mona." 
Rick said, "Well not now. Show off your sexiest clothes 
for me."

Mona whined and pouted a little, but did as she was 
told. She lifted her left arm up and ceremoniously 
wiped her fingers on her armpit.

Mona stood up and peeled off the dress, pumps, and 
stockings. She went through her drawers, displaying 
first her panties and bras to Rick, trying on certain ones 
at his request. She wore mostly high leg cotton briefs, 
attractive and comfortable, but not overly sexy. All but 
a couple of lacy little numbers went into the trash. New 
underwear went on the list. Her bras looked far too 
comfortable and practical. Rick threw them away too 
and added bras to the list. Mona had several sexy 
dresses, but mostly stuffy business suits. She was, after 
all, a banker. New dresses were added to the list. Mona 
had some sleep wear, but almost no sexy pleasure 
lingerie. That would be fun to fix.

During the show Mona masturbated frequently, both 
due to her programming and because Rick repeatedly 
insisted that she do it. Rick asked her a string of 
embarrassing questions about her personal secrets and 
habits. She alternated back and forth between dressing 
up in something sexy and then doing a lewd striptease 
for Rick, ending up completely naked and openly 
masturbating under Rick's watchful, leering gaze. He 
had her describe her earliest sexual encounters. He 
made her tell him about how she learned to masturbate 
as a teenager.  Whenever Rick sensed that he had found 
a thread of questions that seemed particularly 
embarrassing to Mona, he instructed her to assume 
some obscene posture. He would make her finger 
herself while she repeated the story in ruder and 
disgusting terms. When he learned that she kept a rarely 
used dildo hidden in her closet, he made her use it on 
herself.  

Rick didn't really know what he was doing. To him, 
seeing her blush with embarrassment and watching her 
masturbate was just perverted entertainment. But the 
whole process was profoundly mortifying to the part of 
the old Mona that was still there. There were two 
stories seemed to be the most upsetting. In one, Mona 
had been caught masturbating as a teenager by her 
mother. In another, she had woken up with a serious 
hangover in bed with another female college student. 
Cruelly, Rick made her tell these over and over with 
greater detail each time. Each retelling further eroded 
what fragments of privacy and modesty had survived 
the programming. 

After several hours of this psychological battering, 
something switched inside Mona's mind. Her old 
reserved self broke down and completely vanished. She 
began to elaborate the stories. She dug up deeply 
repressed dreams, telling them as if they really 
happened. She became a sort of animated storyteller, 
describing her sexual fantasies in obscene detail, acting 
them out.

Sometimes Rick was included in the fantasy play. They 
fornicated repeatedly. Mona enjoyed dozens of 
orgasms, and Rick managed to come several times 
himself.  Rather that use any of the auto-kinesthetic 
programming, he allowed her full control of her body 
and she squirmed like a rabid weasel each time. After 
several hours of this Rick finally reached a point where 
he couldn't get it up any more. Despite using half a tube 
of YK Jelly, Mona's pussy, anus, and mouth were also 
stressed and sore, she needed a break. Physically 
exhausted, they decided to quit fucking and go 
shopping.

Despite the weird fashion show, Rick decided Mona 
should stick with the dress she had worn earlier for 
shopping. They started at the mall but neither of the 
national chain lingerie stores had dressing rooms where 
Rick could watch Mona try on their stuff. They left the 
mall and went downtown to an exclusive parlor that 
specialize in exactly what Rick had in mind. Instead of 
a dressing booths, they had several private suites where, 
for an hourly fee, Rick could lounge on a couch while 
an attendant brought various items in for Mona to wear. 
Refreshments were provided and lunch was even 
catered.

While Mona looked over the racks of clothes, Rick 
discussed the services available with the clerk. When 
asked how the services were to be paid for, Rick called, 
"Mona, bring your credit card over here." 

The desk clerk ran Mona's card for verification. When 
the response came back she lifted her eyebrows and 
nodded approvingly. "I'll assign Lisa to you today. She 
will see to it that your experience here is most 
satisfactory." She called Lisa forward through an 
intercom.

Lisa was a tall skinny girl with a flat chest, short boyish 
red hair, pale skin, and overdone dark makeup. She had 
multiple piercings in her ears, nose, and eyebrows. She 
had a silver post through the tip of her tongue. The 
whistling lisp it gave her speech made her sound 
somewhat s-s-snake like. She wore a simple white 
smock held closed with a gold braided chord. 
Unidentifiable bits of tattoo could be seen peeking out 
of the edges of the smock. 

While Rick stayed behind to talk to the clerk, Lisa led 
Mona into a well lit room that had a tall padded stool in 
the middle plus a couch, several small tables and some 
cabinets. Lisa helped Mona out of her dress and shoes 
and told her to sit in the middle of the room. All of the 
lights were pointed at the stool, the person at center 
stage was on display. Around the stool were several 
mirrors, all but one placed so that someone sitting at the 
couch could see Mona from various vantage points. A 
single full length mirror allowed the model to see 
herself.

Mona was intrigued by the exotic attendant. Lisa 
stepped around Mona several times, sniffing deeply, 
taking in Mona's rich body odor. She reached around 
and cupped Mona's generous breasts which caused 
Mona to sit bolt upright. Lisa put her mouth up to 
Mona's ear briefly and hissed in a low voice, her tongue 
and lips tickling Mona, "This-s-s is going to be f-f-un, 
l-l-l-lover- r." She left Mona alone to masturbate on that 
thought, and went to join Rick's interview.

Mona quietly fingered herself for what seemed like 
forever while Rick was given a tour of the services and 
wares for sale. Lisa made appropriate suggestions while 
the clerk took notes. 

Finally he went to the modelling suite carrying a few 
items on a tray. He had Mona stand and placed leather 
cuffs on Mona's wrists and ankles. They were made of a 
soft, supple leather that, though tightened firmly around 
her, caused no discomfort. From behind her, Rick 
slipped a bright red ball gag in Mona's mouth. This 
startled her, but she dutifully accepted it. 

Rick gathered up a large wad of saliva. He spit it onto 
his fingers and rubbed it all over her crotch and up the 
crack of her ass. Mona nearly orgasmed while he did 
this. He told her, "You are to cooperate with Lisa 
completely. You will do what ever she says. She is 
allowed to touch you anywhere, and I do mean 
ANYWHERE." He stepped into the shadows and sat 
down. Because of the placement of the bright lights, 
Mona could hardly tell anyone was there, much less 
make out who it was.

Lisa entered carrying a small bundle of clothes and a 
clipboard. She went to one of the cabinets and brought 
a short metal bar with clips on the ends and a ring at the 
center. Mona's wrist cuffs were clipped to the ends. 
Lisa pressed a wall switch and a cable descended from 
the ceiling. It was attached to the center ring of the 
spreader bar. Another press on the wall switch and 
Mona's arms were pulled up, not taught or 
uncomfortably, but uselessly out of the way. Lisa 
turned Mona around so that she was looking right at the 
full length mirror.

Lisa untied the gold chord from her waist. Her smock 
fell partially open, revealing a network of intricate 
tattoos covering her torso. The only thing else she wore 
was a pair of red bikini underwear. Lisa tugged her 
underwear off. Turning them inside-out she pressed 
them against Mona's nose. Gagged as she was, Mona 
was forced to smell them with several breaths. Lisa bent 
down and slipped her own underwear over Mona's legs. 
She pulled them up snugly into Mona's crotch. She 
rubbed and pressed firmly, poking at Mona's pussy and 
asshole. Made of cotton, they soaked up all of the 
wetness that had accumulated including Rick's saliva. 
Her rubbing became rhythmic. Mona started bucking 
her hips with the strokes. Her pussy discharged even 
more lubricant.

Finally Lisa stopped rubbing. She pulled the panties off 
Mona. She held the sticky wet thing up to her own nose 
and sniffed deep, her eyes wide. The she stooped over 
and pulled them back up her legs and snugly into her 
own crotch. She rubbed them firmly onto her vulva and 
anus and her breathing became loud and raspy. Lisa had 
Mona sit on the stool. She drew Mona's legs up to the 
top rungs of the stool, attaching the cuffs there with 
clips. This forced Mona's knees wide. She had an 
excellent view of her own splayed out form in the 
mirror.

Lisa stepped out of the lights and out of Mona's view. 
As Mona tried to look over her shoulder to see, she 
heard some shuffling sounds. Then she heard a 
repetitious slurping sound accompanied by the muffled 
sound of Lisa squealing. It was obvious that she had 
something in her mouth. Rick began to moan, then she 
heard him grunting in orgasm. Shortly Lisa re-appeared 
in Mona's view. A trickle of come was dripping from 
her chin onto her tits. She got right in Moan's face. She 
stuck out her tongue and licked Mona under the nose, 
smearing Rick's come there for her to smell.

Lisa rubbed herself between the legs, pressing the wet 
panties against her pussy. She said "I've got the stink of 
your pussy between my legs and the taste of your man's 
come on my lips. If you want him back, you had better 
put on a hell of a good show for him. If he decides that 
I'm a better whore than you are, I'll let him fuck me in 
any hole he wants. It's all up to you, Slut."

Mona was furious. How could this ugly wart of a 
woman dare to come between herself and her Rick? Not 
even a tiny corner of her anger and jealousy was 
directed at Rick. It was all either towards Lisa or 
pointed inward at her own inadequacies. She was 
determined to put on the best show ever seen in this 
weird room.

And so the show began. Lisa started with panties first. 
Mona's legs were released and the stool removed. She 
had to turn about and display her body as best as she 
could with her arms restrained above her head. The 
stool was left close for Mona to use as a prop and to sit 
on for an occasional rest. Rick chose several styles and 
multiple pairs were ordered in various colors. He chose 
mostly little lacy things that were more g-strings than 
panties. Next were shoes, stockings, and pantyhose, 
selections were made and noted on the clipboard. Next 
came bras. Mona's arms were freed from the restraints 
to put on some of the pieces. Her wrists were clipped 
back in each time so that Rick could see them modeled 
while Mona was in restraints. Rick chose only the 
sheerest of bras, ones that provided Mona a level of 
support, but allowed the shape and color of her nipples 
to be clearly seen.

Then came the lingerie. Lisa started with standard sexy 
sleep wear and moved on to more kinky pleasure stuff, 
some made only of tight restrictive leather straps, other 
flimsy pieces with breakaway snaps. For nearly every 
piece, Rick nodded his head and the list grew. Several 
times Lisa would put on the article of clothing that 
Mona had just worn. Lisa had a much longer torso than 
Mona. Every piece of lingerie was stretched to fit over 
her shoulders. This caused the crotch part to be pulled 
tightly into her crack. Lisa always rubbed herself and 
shuddered for a moment before moving on.

Lunch was served. Lisa stripped herself and Mona 
nude. She sat Mona on the stool and attached her ankle 
cuffs high on the stool as before. Lisa changed the 
lighting so that Mona could watch as she sat on Rick's 
lap and hand fed him lunch. By the time they were 
done, only a few scraps remained. Lisa removed the 
ball gag and hand fed the rest to Mona. She stood 
between Mona's knees so close that their naked bodies 
rubbed together. She continuously fondled Mona's 
sweaty tits and casually prodded her hairless pussy 
while she doled out little tidbits of food, kissing Mona 
on the neck and face and hissing crude sexual prattle in 
her ear. Mona could barely concentrate enough to eat.

After lunch, Lisa reinserted the ball gag and moved the 
stool away. She attached a wide padded strap about 
eight inches long between Mona's ankles. Using the 
wall switch, she reeled in the cable attached to Mona's 
wrists until it lifted her about a foot into the air. She 
called Rick over and had him stand face to face with 
Mona. Grabbing the strap she lifted it up and over 
Rick's head. It settled comfortably around the back of 
his neck and held Mona's legs up, exposing her pussy to 
him. Lisa now extended the cable and Rick guided his 
hardon into Mona's pussy. Lisa let a little more cable so 
that Mona's weight was supported only by the strap 
around Rick's neck and by his cock. Her exposed 
posture and full weight forced him all the way in. With 
what little freedom of motion she had left, Mona 
wiggled her ass around, trying to get more of him.

Rick started humping. As he bent his knees Mona's 
weight was supported by her up stretched arms. This 
allowed him to withdraw partially, so he was able to 
use the full strength of his legs in his thrusts. Mona 
watched Lisa strip out her latest outfit and step into a 
strap-on dildo. After smearing some lubricant along it's 
length, she stepped up behind Mona whose helpless 
body was bobbing up and down. Lisa was nearly as tall 
as Rick and the dildo she wore was half again as long as 
his erection, probably some fourteen inches. She had to 
stoop down to get the tip to the right level. Mona felt 
the tip of the dildo at her anus. As Lisa straightened her 
legs, the over-sized dildo was forced way up Mona's 
ass.

Lisa stood there passively. Each of Rick's thrusts lifted 
Mona up. As she rose up the dildo pulled out of her ass. 
Then as Rick pulled back down, Mona's weight settled 
onto Lisa's strap-on, sending it painfully far up her 
lower bowels. Lisa pinched and kneaded Mona's tits 
and Rick reached around to play with Lisa's pierced 
nipples. Soon Rick's legs tired from the bending and 
thrusting. He stood up strait and humped with his hips 
quicky, hastening his orgasm. He spent himself in her, 
and Mona, of course, orgasmed also.

Rick pulled out and sat on the stool for a moment while 
Lisa remained standing with the strapon dildo buried in 
Mona's ass. Lisa turned around so that Mona could see 
herself in the mirror. At her request, Rick detached one 
ankle from the strap. He lifted Mona's leg high, passes 
the strap behind the cable, and reattached the clip to 
Mona's ankle. Mona was now calf roped. The only 
thing that kept her full weight from tugging at the wrist 
and ankle cuffs was the fourteen inch dildo being 
forced up her ass. Mona watched with morbid 
fascination as she was butt raped by the freakish bi-
sexual. At Rick's urging, the show went on for ten or 
fifteen more minutes. At last Lisa pulled out and Rick 
lowered the cable until Mona's back and hips reached 
the ground.

Mona lay there on her back with her arms and legs still 
pulled up from her body. Her ass hole hurt and her body 
felt very used. But Rick had fucked her and had come 
inside of her. To the new Mona, this was his supreme 
act of love for her. She had become psychologically and 
emotionally addicted to his orgasms. Whatever pain she 
would have to go through was a small price to pay to 
feel his cock throbbing with orgasm inside her. Her self 
esteem was now rebuilt, although she wished she could 
rub and soothe her battered parts. 

Rick released her wrists and ankles and carried Mona to 
the couch. They hugged and kissed for quite a while. 
After she felt rested and recovered, Mona herself 
suggested that the fashion show continue. Rick 
removed the cuffs and gave the idea his blessing.

Mona returned to the spot lights and Lisa began 
bringing a series of sexy dresses for Mona to try. Lisa 
assumed a more demure, less aggressive demeanor. She 
still touched Mona frequently, but it was sensual and 
respectful. Of the dozens of dresses presented, Rick 
chose eight and Mona picked out three more. Rick 
added the cuffs and ball gag to the pile of goods.

Mona paid for the purchases and they went home to 
prepare for dinner. Rick chose one of the dresses from 
today's shopping and the two went out for dinner. Mona 
suggested a swank restaurant that Rick had never 
considered eating at and Rick had to swing by his place 
to get better clothes. Mona brought up the idea that 
perhaps they should go shopping for new clothes for 
him next time.

Rick requested a table in the middle of the restaurant. 
He wanted to show off his prize. He took great pleasure 
in the obvious stares Mona received. After dinner they 
went dancing. Mona could dance quite nimbly in high 
heels. The truth was, Rick was a doofus on the dance 
floor. Mona was blind to that fact. She thought he 
danced divinely and kissed him passionately after each 
number. Several guys asked Mona to dance, but she 
wouldn't think of it. Exhausted, they went home for one 
more good fuck. They both slept through the night 
without waking.

Again the next morning Mona awoke with this 
overpowering urge to suck Rick's cock. She did her 
duty with genuine passion, as if eating food after fasting 
for days. Afterwards she put Rick back to sleep with the 
back rub. Today she made breakfast without showering, 
remembering his instructions. She served him breakfast 
in bed.

Rick quizzed Mona about her family. She had pictures 
of her parents, but they were not recent. It appeared she 
had a sister. Mona got out a photo album to share. Her 
parents had died tragically some years ago while Mona 
was in college. Her father's wealth had been divided 
between Mona and her sister. Mona's sister was also 
very beautiful. The family resemblance was 
remarkable. Not quite as good at business, she never 
finished college. She had left Mona in charge of the 
estate and was living their house in Aspen. Mona didn't 
mind. She had inherited her fathers love of managing 
money as well as his skills. She loved her sister and 
knew her sister didn't have the skills to be anything but 
a playgirl.

Rick and Mona spent most of the day playing. Mona 
changed the clothes she was wearing often and modeled 
them for Rick. He screwed her every time he got 
another erection. Thanks to the programming, she 
eagerly participated in every single fuck and did 
everything she could to get him hard again as soon as 
he could manage it. 

Sometime in the afternoon they went over to Rick's 
place to get some of his things, a start on his moving 
into her house. Rick brought along his box of porno 
magazines and videos he had collected over the years. 
He decided to have Mona study each of them carefully. 
As he gave them to her one by one, she was to imitate 
the women she saw, practicing in front of a full length 
mirror. If the magazine featured a man and a women, 
she was to practice with a dildo first before 
demonstrating with Rick. When he gave her a magazine 
full of lesbians, her instruction were to masturbate with 
her hands while paging through them. Rick brought a 
large dressing mirror down to the living room so that 
Mona could practice in full view of him. By the end of 
Sunday she had only worked her way through two of 
the magazines. At this rate she would be masturbating 
to pictures and videos of naked women for many weeks 
before she got through them all.

After servicing Rick again first thing on Monday 
morning, Mona asked permission to shower for work. 
For professional reasons, she needed to be clean when 
she went to work. Rick relented on this issue and Mona 
took a long hot shower and a thorough shave before 
rushing off to her office.

Rick had already decided to quit his job and live off of 
Mona's wealth. He went in late to collect his personal 
stuff and to tell his boss to fuck off. He went by his own 
place to get another load of junk. His furniture was 
pretty pathetic compared to Mona's fine things. None of 
it would look right there anyway. He stored most of his 
stuff in the garage for now. He decided he liked Mona's 
idea of shopping for him. Maybe they would get started 
on that after she got home from work. He spent the rest 
of the day relaxing, snooping around in Mona's 
personal effects.

Starting that evening right after work, Mona began 
spending a lot of money on Rick. She bought him lots 
of new clothes, replaced his car, paid off his loans, and 
transferred a lot of money into his accounts. Mona had 
new credit cards issued in Rick's name. He said he 
wanted to buy some things for around the house, so 
Mona wrote him a check for $25,000, asking if it was 
enough. He made sure she received an extra special 
fuck for that one, even licking her pussy until she'd had 
four orgasms in a row.

Mona was happier than at any other time in her life. She 
now lived for Rick's attention. The happiness she felt 
when he fucked her was indescribable. The lewd way 
he stared at her tits all the time sent shivers up her 
spine. Whatever he said became the Gospel truth for 
Mona. She experienced all the emotional rushes of a 
teenager in love for the first time. And the rushes got 
bigger and more powerful with each orgasm he gave 
her. Nothing, absolutely nothing he did could be wrong. 
His every whim became her obedient obsession.

Rick spent his days being a lazy bum for the most part. 
Of course he wished she was around the house, but 
someone had to pay the bills, and it wasn't about to be 
him!

Monday two weeks after Mona's first treatment she had 
to fly to Boston on business. At first she considered 
postponing the trip. But she couldn't manufacture an 
adequate excuse for her boss. Besides, the client there 
was a major customer at the bank. She had to go. Rick 
prepared a special package for Mona, telling her to not 
open it until she was alone in her hotel room. He also 
instructed her to not shave for the days she was in 
Boston.

Mona flew out Monday morning and worked late with 
the client that day. When she got the hotel room she 
immediately tore open the paper wrapping on Rick's 
surprise. In it she found a collection of pornographic 
magazines and a long double ended dildo. The 
magazines all contained pictures of women fucking 
each other with dildos. Several of the magazines were 
lesbian bondage mags. A blunt note from Rick read 
"Look at every picture in each one of these magazines 
every evening. Masturbate repeatedly with this dildo. 
Keep at least one of the magazines in your purse with 
you at your job site and look at the pictures every time 
you go to the bathroom." 

Mona followed the simple instructions with gusto. She 
laid all of the magazines out on the bed and paged 
through them all at the same time. Each of the four 
short nights in her room became a non-stop orgy of 
auto-eroticism. Meanwhile her pubic hair turned into 
short stubble. The hairs on her perineum and around her 
ass hole were becoming quite irritating. Every step felt 
like she had some guy's unshaven chin rubbing around 
in her crotch. By the end of the week the itching nearly 
drove her mad.

While Mona was away, Rick met with the people who 
ran the programming service he had used on Mona. He 
knew she was scheduled for a booster session. He asked 
if the tape could be changed to include some new 
programming. They said yes, to a certain degree and for 
a price. All of the original programming would have to 
be reinforced, or it would fade in strength. But it was 
common for clients to adjust the original instructions, 
fine tuning their slave, as it were. But to add something 
major, some part of the original program might have to 
be abandoned. That program would slowly fade if not 
periodically repeated. Rick had to choose a part of the 
original tape to let go.

He had to keep the love and devotion part, of course. 
He really cherished the morning blow job and back rub. 
He also got a perverted kick out of watching her 
masturbate idly when she wasn't busy. The auto-
kinesthetic programming was an expensive part of the 
package. It took a lot of repetition of instructions to get 
someone's body to act outside their willful control. Rick 
decided to keep the portion of auto-kinesthetic 
programming that made her lay helplessly on her back 
and to abandon the one that made her get on her hands 
and knees and offer her ass hole for sex. They told him 
that program wouldn't immediately disappear, but 
would slowly fade in strength, starting in another month 
or so. Within a half a year it would no longer have any 
effect on her. This was OK with Rick. He could still 
butt fuck her doggy style any time he wanted, just not 
in the automated rape way that he had come to like.

In its place he added a new concept to Mona's thought 
patterns. Mona would begin to think that Rick needed a 
companion to satisfy his needs during the day and when 
she had to travel for work. This need of his would have 
to be taken care of. It would mean sharing Rick with 
another woman, but she loved him so much that would 
be perfectly acceptable. In fact, being present when this 
other companion was serving him and partaking in the 
act would give her additional satisfaction. She would 
want to be involved in the selection of the new 
companion. There was plenty of room in their bed for 
another woman. To this Rick added the knowledge that 
she would be having frequent sex with the new 
companion and the understanding that this was good, 
wholesome, and desirable, something to look forward 
to with nervous excitement. Certain sexual practices 
with this new partner would become program enforced 
rituals. Little did Rick know that Mona was forming the 
beginnings of this idea on her own in Boston. Not only 
did she feel bad that Rick was alone this week, but the 
lesbian magazines she masturbated with planted the 
seeds of some new desires.

When he left the meeting, Rick reflected on how it was 
Mona's money he was using to pay for her own 
transformation.

Thursday night Mona called from Boston. She said she 
was thinking about skipping her trip to the hair dresser 
on Friday so she could get home quicker. Rick made up 
some story about how getting her hair done would do 
her good, and how great it would make her look and 
how it would please him so. She agreed with his flimsy 
story. Mona was innocently unaware of how her mind 
was being systematically raped at that place.

Mona went right from the airport to the hair dresser. On 
her drive home afterword she independently decided on 
who their new companion should be. The idea had 
come to her in a dream induced by the hours of 
masturbating while looking at pictures of lesbians 
screwing each other. The first twinges of nervous 
expectancy started to creep over her.

Mona attacked Rick just a few feet inside the front 
door. Their fuck was a quick and cheap expression of 
animal lust and was over in just a few minutes. Rick 
suggested that they go out for dinner. Mona ran upstairs 
and changed quickly.

After dinner Rick took Mona to a tattoo parlor. He had 
prearranged with the tattoo artist what he wanted. The 
artist was a huge, hairy, biker-type dude. He led them 
into a small, private room with a reclining chair and all 
of his instruments. Before she sat in the artists work 
chair, Rick had her remove her panties, dress and bra, 
leaving on the thigh high stockings and pumps. Once 
seated, Rick rubbed the slow circles on her belly which 
forced her to lounge back and lift her legs. The artist 
lowered the chair completely back. Its curved shape 
held her hips up so that her tailbone was lifted off the 
seat. Restraining straps were placed around her wrists 
and knees and she was immobilized in this explicitly 
exposed posture. A gag was placed in her mouth so that 
she could have no say in the proceedings. A big mirror 
on the ceiling gave Mona an unobstructed view of what 
was about to be done to her body. Without saying a 
word, the artist got to work.

He started by using an electrolysis hair remover on 
Mona's pubic hair. The stubble had grown to about a 
quarter of an inch, just long enough for the device to 
work. Mona watched as one by one her hairs were 
removed, the follicles being destroyed in the process, 
never to grow hair again. The artist told Rick that over 
the next year or so, a few more hairs would grow from 
dormant follicles. He could either bring her in for 
further treatments, or he could buy a kit from the drug 
store and do it himself.

Next the artist set out his tattoo equipment. Rick didn't 
want something elaborate or unsightly. He had asked 
for two small, delicate roses. They were placed on 
either side of her vagina, and out to the sides right in 
the crease where her thigh met her crotch. So located, 
the only way for them to be seen would be for Mona to 
be on her back, legs lifted and spread. They would 
never be seen when she was standing, or even if she 
was lying down. As long as her knees were together the 
folds of skin would keep them well hidden. By 
displaying her roses Mona would send a clear signal of 
her eagerness to fuck. 

Last came the piercings. Mona's clitoris was pierced 
and a diamond ring was set into it. Her clitoral hood 
covered the ring, and only the sparkling diamond could 
be seen. The ring was closed permanently so her clit 
would sparkle from now on. Rick informed Mona that 
the diamond ring in her clit was her engagement ring 
and that they were to be married that weekend. The 
artist pierced Mona's nasal septum and put in a 
temporary flesh colored inert plastic retainer that 
couldn't be seen. Rick wanted her to wear her wedding 
ring there. Her nipples were pierced and small simple 
gold barbells were inserted and fixed permanently. That 
was all Rick had in mind. But on the urging of the 
artist, he decided to have Mona's outer labia pierced. 
Both the left and the right lip were pierced. Large 
removable gold rings were placed in them that dangled 
invitingly. Rick selected a collection of different styles 
of jewelry for Mona to decorate her pussy with.

When it was all done and paid for, Mona was released 
and allowed to dress. She had to hobble home because 
of the pain. For several days all Rick got was frequent 
blow jobs while her genitals healed. They had vaginal 
intercourse only once that weekend to consummate 
their marriage.

Joan had received several calls from her sister. Mona 
had been the reserved, stuck up member of the family, 
always in control. Joan was sure she liked men in a 
heterosexual way. But she never had many boy friends 
over the years. They never lasted long, probably 
because she was so icy cold to them. Joan figured 
prudish Mona was destined to be a lonely old maid. 
Now in her phone calls she was raving on and on about 
how she had met the most perfect man, some guy 
named Rick. When she heard they had suddenly gotten 
married, Joan flew home to check out the new guy.

Joan was Mona's younger sister by four years, She was 
shorter than Mona, but had the same great blonde hair 
and impressive bust. Her body was tighter and much 
more athletic and flexible than Mona's. Except for the 
oversized tits, she would make a great aerobics 
instructor. Rick kept getting frequent hardons just 
looking at her. Every time he had another one, he made 
sure Joan was plainly aware of it while he molested 
Mona right in front of her.

Joan immediately formed a negative impression of 
Rick. He was not handsome or rich. He didn't seem to 
have an outgoing personality, or much of one at all for 
that matter. He didn't have a job, but was living off of 
Mona's money. All he did was hang around during the 
day. He treated Mona like an object, giving her orders, 
feeling her up at every chance. Rather than discretely 
hiding his erections, he flaunted them by wearing those 
stupid looking running tights and turning to face her 
with his hips pushed forward. Joan especially resented 
the way he stared right at her breasts whether Mona was 
around or not. She started to hate the creep.

Joan didn't understand what had come over her sister. 
Mona seemed to worship him. She changed into sexy 
clothes and put that stupid gold ring in her nose as soon 
as she got home from work. She sometimes walked 
around completely nude and lounged about in the most 
indecent poses. Mona had put full length dressing 
mirrors all over the house and Joan often found her 
looking at herself while she preened, posed, and 
masturbated without even a hint of shame or guilt. Her 
pubic hair was shaved completely and she had gotten 
her genitals and her nipples pierced. She hung on his 
every word. She smiled proudly when he felt her up in 
public, as if she truly liked it. And she screamed like a 
stuck pig whenever they fucked, which was a lot. The 
fact that they did it all over the house and in plain view 
was down right disturbing. More than once Joan had to 
leave the house to get away from their disgusting sexual 
episodes. He showed no tenderness toward her, he 
didn't make love to her, he just fucked her like some 
cheap whore. Just what did her sister see in him?

After a few days she had a talk with her sister. She tried 
to talk some sense into her. She wanted to know what it 
was that had turned her conservative sister into a horny 
masturbating slut.

Mona insisted that what they needed was a day 
together. She had a perfect one planned. They would 
start with brunch and then get their nails and hair done, 
then off to a spa where they would get body wraps and 
massages. Then they would go shopping, maybe even 
take in a movie. A great girl day, no Rick, just two 
sisters having a ball. Joan agreed, and Mona called 
around making the appointments.


Joan opened her eyes. "Wow, I must have been asleep." 
she thought. "That was a good nap. I feel great!"


The beautician lifted the dryer hood up. Mona was there 
waiting. Joan stood and immediately embraced her 
sister. They hugged close and long. Mona kissed her on 
the lips. Without thinking or hesitating, Joan kissed her 
back. Joan slipped her tongue into Mona's mouth. Joan 
held Mona's head with both hands, lifted her chin up 
exposing her throat, and began licking Mona's neck. 
She used long strokes covering from her shoulders right 
up to her ears.

Between licks she said, "Where on Earth did you find 
Rick, that amazing hunk of a man?"

"I don't know. We met in a bar; he picked me out of the 
crowd. I was just lucky, I guess."

"I have this weird feeling, Mona. Somehow I know I 
am going to lick every single square inch of your body 
every single day. And I don't know what it means, but I 
know I am going to enjoy licking your roses the best. 
Oh, to hell with shopping, let's go fuck Rick right now."

Mona said, "No. Rick called and left a message. He and 
I are going to have fun with you at the lingerie shop."

They scheduled their next visit and left.


An hour and a half later, Joan found herself suspended 
from a ceiling. Her ankles were cuffed to the ends of a 
3 foot spreader bar which hung from a cable. Her wrists 
were cuffed to a loop a little further up the cable so that 
her torso was held upright and her entire body was 
helplessly exposed. Rick's erection was thrust all the 
way into her freshly shaven pussy. All the frequent 
rigorous sex Rick had been getting lately had 
strengthened his legs, hips, and back considerably and 
he had trained himself to keep his hardon up practically 
indefinitely. As he humped with all the strength of his 
legs, her whole body lurched up. The kinky redhead 
Lisa walked around the two of them, snapping Joan's 
ass, legs, and back with a riding crop and spitting 
repeatedly on Joan's face and chest. Joan was constantly 
licking at Rick's neck, ears, and face. Since she was 
wearing a ring gag, her saliva ran unchecked, dripping 
off her chin in long strings. She had slobbered all over 
her own tits adding to the accumulating spit from Lisa, 
which was now flowing down Joan's stomach to her 
crotch. There it combined with the thick lubrication of 
their franticly fucking genitals and was trickling off of 
Rick's balls forming a puddle the floor. Mona was 
sitting on the puddle and rubbing her pussy around in it, 
using her fingers to smear it on her chest, neck, and 
face. She had craned her neck up and was licking the 
thick slime dripping from his bouncing balls and 
coating Joan's stretched labia.

Joan had already enjoyed two orgasms and Rick, who 
hadn't come yet, kept pounding into her mercilessly. 
She couldn't shake the following thought. It had been 
programmed into her mind by Rick's voice and the 
machine at the hairdresser. "This is the best fuck I've 
ever had. This is the best fuck I've ever had. This is the 
best fuck I've ever had."

Joan felt something pressing against her ass hole. With 
one quick thrust, a dildo stretched her anus painfully as 
it rammed into her ass hole. Glancing over her shoulder 
she realized it was Mona standing behind her. She was 
getting dildo fucked in the ass by her own sister. Boom! 
Her whole body stiffened as her third orgasm washed 
over her. One of her new programmed behaviors was to 
always orgasm immediately with the very first 
penetrating thrust every time she got fucked.


Joan slept that night with her wrists cuffed to the head 
of the bed. Though she did not know anything about the 
mind programming Rick had subjected her to, she 
would now have to wear cuffs on her wrists and a 
comfortable silencing gag in her mouth to get to sleep 
from now on.

Joan only woke half way up when her legs were lifted 
and pulled apart. When her pussy was penetrated 
though, she lurched to consciousness. What she saw 
was Mona on top of her, wearing that evil -double-
ended strap-on again. The straps held half of it firmly in 
Mona's pussy, so that as she humped, the other end 
raped the helpless Joan. Joan looked over to see that her 
beloved Rick was sleeping peacefully through her rape. 

Again that inescapable thought traced through her head. 
Over and over, like a broken record, "This is the best 
fuck I've ever had. This is the best fuck I've ever had. 
This is the best fuck I've ever had."

After Mona stopped fucking Joan, she sucked long and 
hard on Joan's nipples. This middle of the night rape 
and suckling would become a new ritual in their new 
life.


Within a couple of weeks Joan had visited the tattoo 
artist to get the same electrolysis, tattoo, and piercing 
treatment Mona had. After that Rick scheduled them 
both for cosmetic surgery. They both underwent an 
augmentation procedure where each girl had a large 
amount of fat cells surgically extracted from their 
thighs. These living cells were transplanted on their 
own bodies, injected into the area in and around their 
vulva. On Rick's urging, both girls requested that this 
procedure be taken to a rather extreme extent. Their 
genitals permanently took on a puckered, swollen, 
freshly fucked appearance. Then special drugs were 
applied that expanded the amount of blood vessels and 
nerve endings throughout the area. Their incredibly 
large breasts were now matched by their having 
artificially amplified pussies.

Later they both received a procedure known as 
"permanent make-up". Similar to tattooing, the area 
between their legs was given a nice red color. Their 
nipples and areolas were darkened a rich, deep brown 
color. Now both Mona and Joan's pussies always 
looked like they were engorged with blood, swollen and 
puckered as if sexually excited. They looked horny 
even when they were sleeping. Their overemphasize 
pussies swelled even more during sex. Now whenever 
one of them was excited, her whole pussy mushroomed 
out and turned a nice cherry red like the ass end of a 
female baboon in heat, eager to be impregnated. The 
swelling was so pronounced that to show off their roses, 
Rick's slave girls would have to lift their tailbones up 
and open their legs as wide as they could. Then they 
would have to press out on both thighs with their hands, 
stretching out the flesh until the skin smoothed out 
down there.


Ten months later Rick found himself one morning 
thinking about how great things were going for him. 
Mona had already gone to work. She always set her 
alarm early so she could partake in her ritualistic 
morning duties and still get to work on time. Rick still 
fully enjoyed it, but had started taking it for granted. 
Mona however, never tired of sucking him off each 
morning. The enthusiasm and tenderness she showed 
came from the very root of her soul. After the back rub, 
which routinely put Rick back to sleep, she released 
Joan from her nighttime cuffs so she could also start her 
morning ritual. Joan started her morning in the milking 
chair while Mona bathed. Joan helped Mona with her 
hair and makeup, then cooked her breakfast. Joan 
always licked Mona's pussy at the front door and after 
Mona orgasmed, the two sisters french kissed so that 
Mona could smell and taste her own pussy on the drive 
to the train station. Joan then ran down stairs to their 
basement exercise room and bondage chamber and 
popped in a workout/masturbation video. She did her 
workout now because she knew Rick usually slept in 
for a couple more hours, but not today. He lay on his 
back listening to the fast beat of Joan's exercise tape 
and meditated.

Mona had completed the original set of programming 
treatments and was now working on another set. She 
completely accepted her role as the breadwinner of the 
household. She delicately balanced the needs of her 
career as a banker and her place in the home. Mona was 
now three months pregnant with their first child. Her 
relationship with Rick had evolved into one of 
dedicated wife, uninhibited lover, and financial 
caretaker. Mona's relationship with her sister was quite 
different. She had become a dominant, aggressive 
sexual predator. She cuffed her to various pieces of 
furniture and raped her tirelessly with dildos. She 
ordered her around, making Joan do disgusting sexual 
antics to entertain both herself and Rick, humiliating 
her by calling her rude names. All her life she had 
somewhat resented Joan's playgirl approach to life. 
Now she was determined to make Joan earn any 
pleasures she might receive.

Joan had been subjected to weekly mind forming 
treatments for several months straight. The service had 
warned that this might be a little excessive, but Rick 
waved a wad of Mona's money in their face. The 
interwoven programming tapes had brainwashed her 
into a perverted sex animal leaving very little of the 
former Joan. Her assigned duties were cook, maid, 
housekeeper, and milkmaid. Joan had not worn a single 
article of clothing for months. She was a compulsive 
licker, regularly scrubbing Rick and Mona's body with 
her tongue. She especially liked to clean them up after 
they shit, savoring the fresh, soft feces clinging to their 
anuses. She had 'voluntarily' gotten multiple tattoos and 
piercings all over her body. She fucked Rick as often as 
he could and she was programmed to always want more 
than she got. Despite the many orgasms, she was 
always achingly unfulfilled, perpetually horny, 
frequently masturbating. Hot wet dreams filled her 
sleep and during the day she constantly daydreamed 
about reckless, self-destructive sexual perversions. The 
only way for her to think of something non-sexual was 
to busy herself around the house. She took this work 
seriously, and would probably do a better job if Rick 
and Mona wouldn't tie her up all the time. And when 
they weren't raping her, they made her pose obscenely 
and masturbate with all sorts of peculiar objects. Her 
addiction to sex kept her in line, her brainwashing left 
her no choice.

Joan had been turned into the family milk cow. Rick 
had her treated with a drug called pitocin. Sometimes 
used by adopting mothers, it induces the breasts to 
begin lactating. Rick then had a milking chair built. It 
was a molded plastic shield custom built for Joan's 
torso. It had two oversized depressions for her breasts 
and a firm rubber dildo at each end plus various straps 
and sensors. Whenever her breasts became painfully 
filled with milk she had two recourses. She could have 
Rick or Mona suckle her or she could let the chair drain 
her. To use the chair she first had to impale herself on 
the lower one of the dildos and lay forward putting her 
tits into the suction cups. She then presented her knees 
and wrists to the automatically retracting straps. Putting 
her mouth over the other dildo actuated the device. 
Mechanical straps closed onto her wrists, knees, and 
neck holding her face down with her tits in the 
collection cups, her mouth and pussy stuffed with the 
two dildos, and her ass hole nicely presented for Rick 
or Mona. A powerful pulsing suction pumped the milk 
from her breasts where it drained into a refrigerated 
container. Sensors monitored her milk production and 
only when she had been completely emptied did the 
automatic straps let her go. Human breasts normally 
accelerate production to meet demand and since the 
machine demanded as much milk as she could make, 
after several months Joan's body was producing several 
liters of milk a day. Her tits and nipples had grown 
considerably during this process and were now 
extremely sensitive to touch. They developed ugly 
purple veins and stretch marks along the sides while the 
dark brown nipples increased both their length and 
width. Once proud and erect, Joan's breasts had become 
sagging teats. Joan looked like the cow she had 
become.

Mona always arrived home from work disparately 
horny for Rick's cock. Her surgically distended pussy 
rubbed constantly on whatever chair she sat on and her 
chemically enhanced nerves kept her sexually 
stimulated. By gently rocking in her seat, she could 
masturbate right at her desk, which she did occasionally 
during the day. When she got to her car at the train 
station, she took off her underwear and spit on them to 
get them wetter than they already were. Then she 
masturbated one more time with them in her hand. Then 
she used her panties as a rag and wiped her vaginal 
stench on her face, neck, tits and armpits so that when 
she got home she would stink like the horny bitch she 
Rick had turned her into. By the time she hit the door, 
she was nearly insane with desire to feel Rick's hardon 
in any one of her three holes. But Rick always had 
fucked Joan so many times during the day, that Mona 
usually had to lavish him with an obscene strip tease 
and lap dance just to lure an erection out of him. To 
earn her cock, sometimes Rick would make Mona 
switch roles with Joan and be the servant for dinner, or 
do something depraved to herself with some bizarre 
latex sex toy while he and Joan laughed and taunted 
her. The harder she had to work to feed her addiction, 
the crueler she was with Joan afterword.

Lying on his back Rick thought "Joan has become the 
perfect servant-slave. She knows exactly what Mona 
and I want all the time. Mona loves her job, too. She 
cherishes being the financial support for the two people 
she loves the most. But I need something more. Maybe 
what we need around here is another slave. Yes, I could 
use another slave/whore to fuck whenever I want." 


Rick thought for a moment about Tara, that gorgeous 
black teller at Mona's bank. With the treatments he 
could make her think she was his slave, obeying his 
instructions because she was his property. He imagined 
being on top of her dark skinned body, pinning her 
down, thrusting into her at will, feeling her squirm, 
hearing her grunt. Then his thoughts changed to Minka, 
the cute little waitress at his favorite Chinese restaurant. 
He visualized her pouting lips wrapped tightly around 
his cock, her little hands clutching his balls, her belly 
fat with their fourth child.


With the thought of four women at his service, getting 
all four of them pregnant at the same time, he realized 
his cock was hard and in need of relief. He hopped out 
of bed and headed on down to the basement where he 
knew a hot and sweaty Joan would greet him with open 
arms, open mouth, spread legs, and a VERY eager 
pussy.

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