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Becoming a Winner, Part 2: Transformation
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Synopsis: Hal, a graduate psychology student, is attempting to
transform Betty, a brilliant college co-ed with a huge submissive
streak, from being a fat girl with poor complexion & rotten
self-image into the woman she (& he) always desired.

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PART 2 - TRANSFORMATION

Hal had intensively conditioned Betty over the course of an
entire weekend using a combination of hypnosis, subliminal
programming, and mild drugs to increase her suggestibility. He
felt the sessions had gone extremely well, but now it was time
for the real test. Would Betty follow all the suggestions and
commands that Hal had implanted?

Hal liked almost everything about Betty, her sultry voice, warm
personality, rye wit, and raw intelligence, but she needed to
believe in herself. Seriously overweight, severe acne, no makeup,
her appearance was holding her back. So, physical transformation
had to come first.

Hal was willing to sacrifice her mammoth 46DDD tits to get her
46-40-42 figure into shape. Betty's conditioning established
compulsions to make a few significant changes in her life. Hal
would reinforce these as needed with a variety of trigger
phrases. The things that made her who she was, the things that
attracted Hal to her, would remain unchanged.

Betty now slept wearing only a bra and panties. Hal would have
had her nude if each article of clothing did not have a purpose.

The bra would minimize sag in Betty's over-large tits. If the
program succeeded and she lost weight the bra would facilitate
tightening the skin to support those shrinking (hopefully not too
much) tits.

Every morning and night Betty was also required to apply Cocoa
Butter Moisturizing Stick containing Brazilian cocoa butter
fortified with macadamia oil and shea butter. This treatment
would soothe, soften, moisturize, and increase the skin's
elasticity. The sag displayed by Betty's heavy bosom would be
greatly reduced as she lost weight.

The panties were allowed to hold Ben Wa balls inside her during
sleep. Hal had given these to Betty as a gift. He said Betty
should think of him whenever they were inside her. He also told
Betty a story of the mystical power of Ben Wa balls which enabled
a girl who used them ever day for a full year to have any man she
desired.

The man Betty wanted was Hal. She was eager to try this intimate
gift. At bedtime, Betty undressed completely then opened the Ben
Wa ball case. After reading the instructions, she carefully
inserted them into her vagina. That done she stood up. One of the
immediately balls fell out of her onto the floor.

Embarrassed, Betty cleaned it off and re-inserted it and put on
her panties. The Ben Wa balls shifted inside her as she rose. She
had never felt anything like this. The movement of the balls deep
inside her was exciting.

According to the instructions Betty began performing Kegel
exercises. These would strengthen and tone her vaginal muscles.
She'd improve her control and ability to hold or massage anything
that was inside her, like the Ben Wa balls. Eventually, she
daydreamed, that might also include Hal.

The beauty of the Kegel exercises was that a girl could perform
them anywhere and anytime without anyone being aware she was
doing anything unusual. Certainly doing the Kegel exercises
increased the stimulation from the Ben Wa balls.

Walking between her classes, Betty was continually aware of the
Ben Wa balls moving inside her. Even sitting in class she
couldn't keep still, crossing and re-crossing her legs, rubbing
her thighs together. It was difficult to focus on the lectures.
Betty flushed each time she noticed another guy glancing at her
plainly aroused nipples visibly poking through both dress and
bra.

Over the course of a few days, Betty's body acclimated to the
increased level of excitement. She wore clothes to class that hid
the fact that her nipples were now always erect. Her vaginal
muscles could control the movement of the Ben Wa balls when she
was siting so it was possible to focus on the lectures.

Whenever she walked or moved the Ben Wa balls continually shifted
inside her pussy. The kept her aroused with a lewd internal
massage. She invariably thought of the man who'd given them to
her. In a way, she was holding him within.

Betty began doing the Kegel exercises more and more each day,
encouraged by the Ben Wa Balls. The combined sensations were
fantastic. Her vaginal muscles strengthened so that she no longer
needed panties to hold them inside her. Eventually, she was
almost able to make the Ben Wa Balls do tricks, moving them back
and forth in her passage using only her internal muscles.

When Betty told Hal about these developments, he gave her a
post-hypnotic command and she stopped wearing panties entirely
except during her monthly cycle. It made her feel very sexy.

Betty joined the local gym to begin her exercise program. She
went into one of the bathroom stalls for some privacy. Betty sat
and gently removed the Ben Wa balls inside her. It was
recommended they not be used during vigorous exercise. After
cleaning, she'd put them back when taking her post-exercise
shower.

Hal knew the first sessions would be difficult for someone so out
of shape. So, he had arranged to make it more pleasurable for
her. The black leotard Betty wore was a present from Hal who had
intentionally bought it one size too small, unknown to her.

Coming out of the shower, she tied her long wet hair into a
ponytail, then put on the leotard, black spandex leggings, and
gym shoes. The leotard rode into her ass and when she walked into
the gym it rode into her pussy. The spandex shorts kept her from
inconspicuously tugging it out. Betty couldn't take it off; she'd
promised Hal to wear it every time she was in the gym.

Betty looked as herself in the mirror. The leotard clung to her
body. It emphasized the size of her tits and her fat. Hal had
said the first day would be the worst. Just thinking of Hal made
the image of her nipples in the mirror harden. Betty screwed up
her courage. She walked out of the locker room to begin her
exercise program for both Hal and herself.

Betty tried to ignore the stares the "fat girl with the big tits"
was getting as she walked in. The leotard did nothing to hide her
tumescent nipples. She must start on the treadmill and began
jogging on the moving tread.

Betty quickly became aware that the tight leotard was situated
over her clit, which rubbed over it with every step. Her
attention moved quickly between her pumping legs. She was no
longer concerned by what other people thought. Just as Hal
intended, Betty forgot about her first day problems to focus on
her exercise and the action between her legs.

Betty had set all equipment to beginner levels, but after 15
minutes she was breathing much harder than the simple jogging
caused. The stair stepper had the same effect and 15 minutes on
it caused her to start sweating and her nipples threatening to
poke out of the leotard.

When she finished 15 minutes on the bike she looked down she saw
the growing wet spot on the crotch of the spandex leggings that
now soaked in sweat that fortunately hid the growing wet spot. By
the time her 15 minutes low-impact aerobic dance routine was done
she could smell the odor of her sex very plainly.

Betty ran back to the shower. She stripping off her clothes under
the water jet to wash the sex smell off them. Her slit was on
fire, but she was too scared to try to bring herself off in the
gym. She turned up the cold water to cool herself off enough to
be able to wait until she was back in her room. It was almost her
normal bedtime anyway.

When Betty reached her room, she stripped off her clothes and
jumped on the bed, legs spread eagle. Her hands moved to her soft
breast and hot pussy to try to bring herself off. She fantasized
about being skinny, beautiful, and a slave.

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I am thrown onto the slave auction block, the next lot to be
sold. The auctioneer commands, "Stand, legs apart, head high,
look scornful, chest forward, smile for the crowd."

The hot sands on the block burn beneath my unclad feet. Men
surround me. Some look seedy, some drunk, some old, some ugly,
some crippled, some cruel. Any of them might become my new master
in the next few minutes.

There are few women in the crowd. They look curiously at me.
Perhaps they wonder how it would feel being in my place. The sun
burns down on me. I'm the only person without some covering on
their head.

Will I be sold as a draft animal to work a farmer's fields, a
house slave to cook and clean, or as a pleasure slave to satisfy
the lusts of my Master?

The auctioneer addresses the audience, Lot 86, female, virgin, 19
years, 5'5", 34C-23-35, untrained, newly enslaved you will have
the pleasure of breaking her to your will."

The auctioneer begins the bidding, but they are very low, I am
ashamed I cannot bring a better price.

The slave rag I was given a few minutes before is white,
indicating I am still a virgin. It's cut high, revealing my long
legs and shapely thighs. A deep scoop neckline leaves my ample
breasts well displayed.

"See how haughty she stands. This slave does not believe you are
man enough to Master her." The auctioneer taunted, "Let us see
how she moves."

He looks at me as if stunned and roars, "How dare you cover your
cunt, remove your undergarment." Trembling in fear I leap to
obey, sliding down my brief panties and kicking them away while
he continues, "A slave's cunt must always be open to her Master's
lusts. Your purchaser should give you an extra beating for this
effrontery." I feel all eyes on my hairy pussy, which is now
clearly visible beneath my only remaining garment.

The auctioneer commands me to assume different positions of
submission. Crossing my wrists above my head to raise the line of
my breasts. Leaning back with my weight on my hands and legs
spread reveals my innermost charms. Submit on my belly with
wrists crossed behind me. Flip onto my hands and knees with head
down. My breasts pop out of the shift and sway freely below me. I
am not allowed to cover them. On and on he goes forcing me into
increasingly lewd positions.

I feel the eyes of the men heating my well-displayed body. I try
to move more sensuously. The shouts of the crowd reveal they have
seen the change in me. It is exactly as the auctioneer had
desired.

The bids increase, but only slightly. Do they not like my body?
Of course, they have not seen it all yet and I suppose many girls
more beautiful then me are sold.

"Can you not see what a prize we have here?" asks the auctioneer.
"Strip her," shouts someone in the crowd.

"Strip!" commands the auctioneer. I must obey or be whipped.
Sliding the thin straps over my shoulders, my only garment slides
to the ground. I am naked to the gaze of the men.

The bids rise. Standing behind me, the auctioneer lifts my
breasts to the crowd. "They are large and heavy", he calls,
"Would you not like to hold them in your hands? Would you not
like to feel their softness? Do you see how her nipples beg for
your caress?"

He begins to stroke my vulnerable breasts before the throng. Each
man imagines his own hands on me. I cannot help but respond,
leaning forward into the inciting hands. The bids rise further.

The auctioneer steps away from me leaving me panting and wanting
more. He prompts the crowd, "Can you not see what a hot slut she
is? Perhaps you require a further demonstration?" "Yes, more!"
they respond.

Suddenly, a hand grabs my defenseless womanhood. I scream in
surprise and need. My hips begin thrusting to maximize the
contact. My true nature is revealed to all, a helplessly hot,
wanton slut.

Horrified, I realize what I'm doing but cannot stop myself. Only
a slave would react so helplessly in public, on display before so
many eyes.

The bidding rapidly increases. There is a new bid with ever
thrust of my naked body onto the maddening hand. The bidding
follows my increasingly rapid pace.

My gyrations grow frantic. On the brink of orgasm, the hand is
taken away. I cry out in frustration and begin to beg, "Please
master, put your hand back. Just a little more, your slave needs
your touch." He commands, "Louder, slave." I repeat everything so
the entire concourse can hear me.

"What man would not like such a slut begging for his touch?" he
demands of the crowd. More bids come as my need burns brightly
before everyone.

There are cries from the women in the crowd. The men who have
been aroused by my display accost them. I see one woman stripped
and thrown to the ground. No one moves to her assistance. Perhaps
it was not wise for them to come to the auction.

Finally, the auctioneer thrusts two fingers into me. I scream,
"I'm cuming Masters". My body jerks and trembles with the
incredible force of the orgasm. The bidding reaches a frenzied
conclusion as I collapse, dazed and exhausted onto the sands of
the auction block.

I have been sold! Lifted bodily off the hot sand, I'm carried off
the auction block. When my senses return, I am put on my own feet
and conveyed naked to meet the one who has purchased me, my new
Master.

==========================================

Over the next few weeks, under the direction of her programming,
Betty's exercise sessions became more rigorous. She kept going to
the gym twice a day for an hour. She gradually moved the trailing
level up to novice, intermediate, and then advanced.

Betty began experiencing the endorphin high associated with
vigorous exercise. Combined with the constant stimulation of her
clit during each session made them very pleasurable. Betty
eagerly anticipated each workout. She unconsciously associated
exercise with sex.

Regardless of how much stimulation she received during the
exercise sessions, the orgasm block prevented her climax. Betty's
body and clothes always smell of sex at the end of a session. It
required a very cold shower before she was able to leave the gym
without her pussy juices dripping down the insides of herthighs.

The Ben Wa balls were easily slid back into her wet hole. She was
so slick they were sometime difficult to hold inside. She never
considered not reinserting them.

Her new 1000-calorie, high-protein, low-fat, vitamin-enriched
diet was designed to quickly shed pounds and build muscle when
combined with her vigorous exercise program.

The combination of diet, exercise, and constant arousal had the
intended effect. Betty's body underwent a steady and dramatic
transformation.

In two months time Betty dropped over 120 pounds. Hal said she
had "lost an entire person - the old fat person, gone forever."
She visited her doctor every week to make sure no health problems
would be created by her rapid weight loss.

What was left was svelte muscle shaped into a knockout 38DD-22-37
figure. Her completion cleared up helped by her low-fat diet and
weekly facials. Betty's face now looked like a fashion model. She
was a new person, on the outside at least. People she had not
seen for several months did not recognize her. Betty developed
enough self-confidence (aided by her conditioning) to quickly and
firmly rebuff any advances by the guys who started to notice the
babe that used to be a cow. She was still pleased by them; each
one was a boost to her self-image.

Outside the gym, the concealing clothes Betty continued to wear
hid most of the dramatic transformation. Her free time was taken
up by the demands of her studies (which Hal had reinforced). She
tried to masturbate every night, but was never able to come.

Betty's frustration was channeled by Hal's post-hypnotic commands
into ever more vigorous exercise. Bed-time phone calls to Hal
were usually followed by naked, sweaty, but ultimately
unfulfilling attempts at masturbation.

Betty was only able to sleep with the help of the special CDs
that Hal have given her. The CDs provided daily reinforcement of
all the second phase conditioning Betty had previously received.

Hal still came to meetings of the chess club where her shyness
(programmed) prevented her from initiating the physical closeness
for which she yearned. During these meeting, at Hal's initiation,
they usually snuck into a broom closet where Hal allowed the
grateful girl her to give him a quick, but satisfying blowjob
before their absence was noticed. The first eight weeks, Hal took
her out regular dinners and movies (usually R or X rated at her
request). He always complemented Betty on the growing
improvements to her body and her complexion. He usually brought
her flowers or little presents to celebrate the latest changes.

They continued to discuss chess, their courses, and many other
shared interests. Hal's attention, interest, kindness, and
guidance gradually, but steadily boosted Betty's self-esteem,
self-image, and self-confidence. Hal's attention to the
improvements in her body was obvious, but she never once felt
that he did not fully appreciate her as a person who was much
more than her appearance. Betty never wore any underwear on these
occasions, not even the bra she wore the rest of the time to
prevent sag. Betty liked to see his reactions to her jiggling
breasts and always hoped he would reach under the short skirts
she favored to fondle her usually wet snatch.

Betty had reached the stage where her slit was almost always wet
due to the Ben Wa balls and her perpetual fantasies about Hal.
She began carrying a little towel wherever she went to soak up
the inevitable leakage.

Each time they were together, Betty's outfits got more daring,
displaying more of her hourglass figure. She silently encouraged
Hal to touch her in any way that pleased him at every
opportunity. His touch gave her great pleasure and she craved it
more and more.

Hal enjoyed caressing Betty's softly billowing tits until she
moaned with desire. He'd rub her pussy until the smell of her sex
covered his hand and then have Betty lick off her own juices. By
then Hal's cock needed Betty's soft lips to give him release. She
greedily sucked every delicious drop that he shot down her lovely
throat.

Betty remained frustrated. No matter how Hal touched her or she
touched herself, she was never able to cum. She thought it was
somehow her fault and yearned for more.

She decided the only way for her to cum was to get Hal's cock
inside her. Betty was ready to spread her legs for him anywhere
and anytime he asked, but was too shy to tell him that. The
conditioning Hal had implanted increased Betty's natural shyness
to the point that Betty was submissively dependent on him to
initiate any sexual activity.

Betty was immensely disappointed and frustrated when the
frequency of her "dates" with Hal began to decrease. Then they
stopped entirely as her physical improvement reach their
culmination.

Betty channeled the energy of her frustration into thinking about
non-physical improvement. She wanted to be irresistible to Hal
when he finally returned to her. She was sure this would be soon.
These feelings were Betty's pre-programmed preparation for the
plan's third phase. The only remaining time they met was at the
chess club meetings.

The true reason Hal would never see her outside of chess club was
his fear that he could not continue to resist her now amazing
body. He knew Betty would be quite willing, even eager for him to
screw her thoroughly.

Loosening his rigid discipline and fucking Betty now would
destroy the rest of his carefully laid plans. Unfortunately for
Hal, even with the regular blowjobs, he was quickly becoming as
sexually frustrated as Betty was. Hal wanted them to join each
other, mind, body, and soul. For that, the plan must proceed to
the next phase.

Betty and Hal continued to talk to Hal daily on the phone. She
desperately needed this contact. In many ways it was also the
best part of Hal's day, too. He was always interested in her day
and attentive to her feelings, but ignored all hints that they
meet. He made excuses that he was always too busy on several
important graduate research projects to see her. In truth, most
of Hal's spare time was spent preparing for the third phase.

Hal was concerned that the items Betty would need to purchase in
next phase might be too expensive for her. He needed to save his
own money for the upcoming trip. It turned out that Betty was the
only daughter of wealthy parents. Her father owned a factory that
made religious robes. This was a very stable industry that
provided a steady income to the family over the years. Betty's
mom was apparently an investment wiz. She had turned the income
into a comfortable multi-million dollar estate.

The picture Betty showed of her parents presented a distinguished
man and his stunning wife. Hal found it hard to believe she was
in her fifties. It was another indication to Hal of what Betty
could become with his guidance, support, and love.

Betty wanted for nothing. She lived simply and dressed simply
because she did not believe she deserved more. Hal had no
previous notion that Betty might be wealthy, but he had no
objection to a "rich girl". Betty's parents had tried and failed
many times to cure Betty's weight problem.

Boys her own age wanted nothing to do with her. Betty's parents
had tried setting her up on dates several times with much older
men using the family money as a lure. This too had failed.

Betty had also told them a little about Hal. Some wealthy parents
might have been concerned that an unscrupulous college boy might
take advantage of her. Betty's parents trusted her intelligence
and good sense. They were overjoyed that their homely daughter
might finally, finally be establishing a normal relationship with
a boy close to her own age. As for the boy, they were prepared to
accept almost any warm body that was able to go the bathroom
unassisted. The family would not be an issue.

Hal completed his preparations using the information obtained
from questioning Betty at the cabin. He was now ready for phase
three. All of Betty's hopes, fears, fantasies, and secrets would
be used to perform the next set of behavioral changes.

Hal gave Betty a set of 28 numbered CDs and instructed her to
listen to one every night in continuous playback mode. Her reward
was to be an entire week away in a month during the upcoming
break. Betty was ecstatic. Hal refused to tell Betty their
destination, but casually mentioned in passing that she should
plan to dress "sexy" for warm weather.

Betty told her folks that she would be going on a trip with
friends and not be coming home for this vacation. Her dad offered
to send her extra money to buy clothes for the trip. Her mom's
reaction was to ask if she knew about birth-control in case she
wanted to get serious with a boy, maybe someone like Hal.

She couldn't believe how easy it had gone. Betty had expected all
sorts of dire warnings. Instead, it was if her mom was hoping
she'd get laid. Just don't get pregnant or VD. It made her feel
much better about what she was planning.

Thanks to Hal's third CD Betty already knew all that was
necessary. Neither of her parents had any idea of the changes
that had already taken place in their daughter or any hint of
what was to come.

The new CDs were going to teach Betty a new set of skills.
Spurred on by her nightly conditioning, Betty began to think
about how to display her body to incite a male. She started
buying and wearing more revealing clothes. They revealed Betty's
deep cleavage, flat tummy, long legs, and tight ass. A trip to
the hair dresser and nail salon, resulted in shoulder-length,
wavy, blond hair and 3-inch bright-red nails. Now that she had an
"A" list body she easily talked some of the "A" list girls on
campus into showing her all the tips & tricks of makeup. Betty's
new shear, form-hugging wardrobe made her now fabulous body the
newest object of male attention and female envy on campus. She
ignored it all except to help her judge what would best guarantee
that she could seduce Hal into finally taking her virginity.

Hal must be the one. The last CDs planted the seed in Betty's
mind that she was a "special vessel of love" descended from the
Wiccan goddess. She would be bonded to the man to whom she gave
her virginity for life, loving him without reservation or hope of
release until the end of her days. Only thorough pleasing him
would she gain fulfillment and true happiness. He in turn would
revere her, treating her as a goddess herself and giving to her
pleasures and fulfillment that could be attained by no mortal
woman. This seed grew within her mind until it governed her
thoughts and actions even though she'd never admit the slightest
belief in any part of it.

In growing desperation, Betty located an old Wiccan love spell.
In secret, she gathered the necessary materials including the
blood from her monthly period and semen saved from giving Hal
head. Betty practiced the spell until she had it down perfectly.
Finally, she was ready.

Betty undressed, turned off the lights, and lit the candles. She
knelt in the position shown by her book, knees spread, hands on
thighs with palms up, eyes lowered. Light from the flames danced
across her naked body as she knelt before them. She recited first
part of the spell then mixed in the last two ingredients, Hal's
semen and blood from her last period.

Betty adjusted slightly into the final position, palms down on
thighs, head lowered. Betty fixed an image in her mind of herself
kneeling just as she was before Hal then she completed the spell.
Betty raised the goblet to her lips and drank her potion.

The spell would bind her to the next person she spoke with. It
affected both the man and the woman. He would desire to love,
protect, and cherish her. She would desire to love, obey, and
serve him.

Betty dialed Hal on the phone. They spoke for more then an hour.
She repeated the ceremony ever night for a month even though it
seemed to have little effect on Hal. Of course, this was because
Hal was already in love with Betty. She occupied his thoughts
constantly. It was only the requirements of the plan and fear of
his own human frailty that kept them apart.

Under the compulsion of Hal's post-hypnotic commands, Betty
purchased several devices in increasing sizes to enlarge her anal
orifice. She inserted these at night before bedtime. It was a
strange feeling. When she became used to one size she move up to
the next larger size. Sometimes she tried masturbating with them
buried up her ass. The feelings she experienced were more
intense, a combination of pain and pleasure. However, it was
never enough to make her cum.

At the direction of Hal's CDs, Betty began new studies with the
same intensity she always applied to her education. She started
to rent R and X videotapes to learn how to move sensuously and
talk dirty, before, during, and after sex. She began a belly
dancing class and began to study old books on the arts of love.
The positions of the "Kama Sutra" and "Tantric Love" were
practiced and memorized.

Betty learned the many ways to incite male lust by sight, sound,
touch, and how to sate or prolong it indefinitely. Betty was once
again transformed. This time from a ravishing but naive beauty to
a courtesan skilled in pleasing any man, lacking only actual
experience to complete her training. Betty's new sexual awareness
helped her nighttime fantasies diversify. Unsurprisingly, most
seemed to involve difficulty climaxing.

==========================================

I was on a deep space mission when a freak collision with a
meteorite damaged my one-woman starship. I was forced to
crash-land on the jungle world I had been sent to survey. I
almost died during the hair-raising plunge through the
atmosphere. Only my brilliant piloting saved my life. The ship
was beyond my ability to repair.

After setting the emergency beacon, I went in search of food and
drinkable water. The heat was unbearable, so I only wore bra,
halter, panties, shorts, and hiking shoes. I would have skipped
the bra if I'd not quickly tire from carrying a pair of 38D
breasts around unassisted. Fortunately, the rest of my 5'7" tall
38-23-36 body was it great shape for hiking or any other kind of
physical activity.

My short blond-hair was perfect for this warm climate. It was
convenient for shipboard life. Long hair simply does not fit into
a space-suit helmet. If I'd had longer hair I'd probably end up
hacking it off in this heat.

My skin was very pale from months in space. I generously applied
lotion so I'd not burn before I the sum was able to tan my skin.
Then I set off.

After an hour hiking to the top of a hill, my body was soaked
with sweat. I saw a beautiful blue lake in the distance. I
decided to go for a swim to wash the stink of long confinement in
my ship off my body.

I moved carefully and quietly as I approached the lake. This
enabled me to spot a shape next to the lake without being seen. I
crawled closer on my belly to get a better view.

He was a huge hairy thing. Water streamed down his broad chest
and muscular legs, apparently having just completed swimming.
Just before he donned his only garment, a wrap-around loincloth,
I saw his cock.

It stood proudly away from his body. Huge even compared to his
well-muscled body, I could not be sure of the real size at this
distance. The sight of it created a familiar warmth in my loins.
More then eight months had gone by since I'd last been in a port
and had a man.

My hairy savage must be one of the Stone Age, hunter-gathers that
had been reported on this world. I unlimbered my blast pistol
just in case. He lifted his nose as if sniffing the air and then
quickly disappeared. I waited a while to make sure he was gone
and then crept carefully forward checking for dangers.

I drank deeply of the sweet water. Looking about to make sure the
savage had not returned, I decided it was safe enough to take a
quick swim. Needing relief from the heat, I stripped off my
clothes and unbound my hair. Holding the water-proof blaster in
both hands, I executed a shallow dive into the wonderfully cold
water.

The sounds of my own dive were still in my ears when there was a
splash right behind me. In an instant something grabbed my ankle,
pulled me backwards and captured my hands knocking the blaster
from them.

In the time it took the blaster to drop to the bottom, my hands
had been tied behind my back. I was dumped back into the lake, my
head under the surface while my ankles were tied too. Choking out
the water I'd swallowed, my entire body was lifted up by the
savage I had seen before. He carried me under one arm, screaming
and spitting, to a spot just inside the edge of the jungle where
it was shady.

Untying his loincloth he used it to gag me and then tied me to a
tree. He said something to me in his guttural language that I did
not understand while he began pawing my breasts. That I did
understand. We were both naked. I was his prize, a helplessly
bound captive. I expected to be brutally raped in moments.

In horror I saw his monstrous cock, already hardened, must have
been 12" long. It was so thick I doubted I could wrap my fingers
around it. I closed my eyes to try to prepare my body for
penetration by that massive battering ram. I feared it would
damage me internally if I was not sufficiently lubricated.

Fortunately, I'd been trained for situations like this. I was no
virgin; the simplest way was to acquiesce to the rape then using
my extensive sexual skills, to manipulate a simple savage like
him. I closed my eyes to enter a light trance, using
self-hypnosis, I prepared my body as best I could, causing my
vaginal passage to begin lubricating itself.

While I'd been meditating, he'd driven six stakes in a hexagon
with ropes tied to each. I was pushed to the ground, my hands
freed only to be retied separately. Then my elbows were tied
leaving me unable to protect my full breasts.

My knees were tied well apart with my ankles tied together. I was
unable to move more than an inch. My cunt was thus full exposed
and vulnerable to his assault, but it was now wet enough to avoid
excessive pain sure to come when his massive tool penetrated me.
Using meditation I had aroused myself sufficiently to even be
evident to the savage.

He sat down next to me running his hand over my nipples, perhaps
puzzled how they had become so engorged by my meditation, without
his participation. They were quickly abandoned as he moved
between my thighs, spreading them further with his knees.
Helpless, I close my eyes ready for rape.

To my shock, my body was registering gentle tease-kisses and
feather-light caresses on my inner thighs. Bypassing my wet
pussy, he began licking and kissing from my navel to by breasts.
Holding each breast possessively he began alternating between my
sensitized nipples licking and sucking. Leaving me gasping he lay
down beside me, his left hand moving all over my body, tracing,
trailing, tickling and teasing.

Not once in all that movement had he touched me most intimately.
Despite this omission, my skin began to burn and quiver, the
movements of my discomfort growing sharper and more demanding.

"Stupid savage," I yelled at him. "You're supposed to rape me!"
He could not understand my language, but grinned as if grasping
my meaning as he ever so slowly increase his pace. Pretense was
impossible. I was panting, breathing in the scent of his maleness
merged with the smell of my own arousal.

His broad hand moved across my belly, to stroke down the top of
my right thigh, rose slowly on the inside of the same thigh, then
shifted to stroke down the top of my left thigh. I shivered and
pressed to him, intending to meet the hand that now rose on the
inside of my left thigh, spreading my knees and moving my hips
downward. Being bound, I could not move far enough. He shifted,
repeating the inciting motions, shifting right, left and back.
Each time my body moved to press itself against his maddening
fingers, until I could stand it no longer.

I moaned in frustration and disappointment, aching and sweating,
at a loss to know what to do. Hadn't I been moving my body like a
hot slut? Couldn't he smell my arousal, hear me moaning like a
bitch in heat? Desperate, despite the language barrier, I begged
him, to rape me, and stop the torture. I could never remember
being in this much need without being attended to by my partner
or my own hand. The savage smiled, could that be a light of
understanding in his eyes?

I screamed as his lips touched my cunt. His hands held down my
convulsing hips as I was driven insane by his lips and tongue. I
kept screaming, moaning, begging, "Fuck me! Shove your hard cock
into me! Ream my slut hole! Your bitch wants to cum!" I neared
orgasm but was not allowed the release I desperately needed.

Each time he shifted to rubbing the flesh on top of my pubic bone
until the orgasm receded. Then he'd dive back between my legs to
force me once more to the brink of climax. My mind was dissolving
under the onslaught, I'd do anything say anything, "Slut ... Beg
... let cum ... slave ... forever ... fuck". Once more he
withheld climax, but I had already ceased to be a woman becoming
only a hot, wet, needed cunt. I just kept moaning and repeating
"Cunt! Fuck! Slave!" over and over and over.

I moaned still louder when I thought his tongue was pushing
between my labia once again, but it was something new. I screamed
as his burning spear ripped deep into me. The incredible fullness
made me spread my legs as wide as possible, not realizing they
had been released from restraint.

Never had I felt anything like the enormous monster inside me. He
cock was so thick the sensations were indescribable. Yet only
half of it was in me.

The savage began thrusting, driving deeper and deeper. I screamed
when his mighty tool pushed past my cervix into my womb. Never
had I been penetrated so deeply, but there were still three full
inches that remained.

The assault continued. I felt as if his cock would drive into my
throat and my head would explode. I was reduced to a moaning,
panting vesicle for his lust.

Finally, I felt him bottom out. His entire cock was within me. I
had taken it all. Amazed, I kept thinking, I had taken all of it.
I was so wet that there had been little pain.

The savage began to withdraw. "No!" I thought incoherently. The
emptiness was unbearable. My cunt muscles tried to grip that
amazing cock to keep it within me. Tears of loss ran down my
cheeks.

He thrust back in and I was complete again. Quickly my hips
matched his rhythm of his thrusts. I felt an incredible orgasm
building deep within my belly.

I screamed again as molten lead was shot from his cock into my
womb triggering my own orgasm. I came and came and came.

When I recovered, I was still impaled on his shaft. It was still
hard, thrusting deeper then I had ever experienced. I could feel
him sucking on my right nipple send electric bolts down to my
clitoris. I climaxed again. Repeating many times, thrust, thrust,
thrust, thrust, climax. I was in a timeless pool of sensation and
lost count of my orgasms. I was in awe of his endurance. Finally,
I again felt the molten lead of his passion shoot into me. With a
primordial howl, he collapsed upon me as his cock finally
softened.

I was taken to his village; many weeks travel away, a naked
slave. A beaded necklace was placed around my neck. I was
forbidden to remove it. The necklace marked me as his property,
his slave.

He used me well and often, forcing me to many orgasms while my
helpless body satisfied his boundless lusts. I soon came to crave
his touch, but my needs were meaningless to him.

My hair lengthened and my skin grew tanned. I lost all my body
fat on our long trek, replacing it with firm muscle, but my
growing strength was a trifle when compared to the brute power of
my Master.

If I pleased him I was allowed to cover my hips with a loincloth,
but never my breasts. At his whim it was stripped from me in a
single motion. If I wished to eat, I must show willingness to
repay the hunter for my food by falling to the ground on my back,
spreading my legs wide, and lifting my naked sex to him.

After he finished eating a meal, he fell upon me. Payments were
always taken from my body with interest. He would end these
assualts depositing his burning seed deep within my womb. I would
cry out my submission to him, begging for more, pleading to be
held. He would roll off my sweating form, leaving me alone in the
dirt, his seed leaking out of my slit, ignoring all my pleas
until his lusts were again upon him.

I quickly learned to speak the language, cook and clean for him
as one of the women of the tribe. It was not a hard life, and
there were compensations that my body came to eagerly anticipate.
No one every responded to the distress signal, or if they did the
search was fruitless. Eventually, the birth control implant under
my skin ran out and I bore my savage many children.

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The unnamed barbarians, savages, and other dominant males in
Betty's dreams always had Hal's face and smell. Every night she
experienced many erotic visions with Hal the constant object of
her love and need for submission. Betty's needs for love, sex,
and submission were always part of her personality. Now under
constant stimulation, they increasingly dominated her
consciousness, becoming the focus of her life.

A week before departure, Betty followed her mom's advice. She
visited the campus women's clinic to get a prescription for birth
control pills. She would never ask Hal to reduce his pleasure or
their spontaneity by using condoms.

Education had not gone neglected. Despite her daily diligent
workouts at the gym and private studies in the arts of love, she
was easily able to ace all her pre-break tests.

Betty eagerly anticipated her trip now only a day away. She had
already packed her sexiest clothes. Going over her plans again
and again in her mind, she planned how to use her new sensual
knowledge to seduce Hal, lose her virginity, and experience her
long denied orgasm.

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Next: Betty's Trip

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