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A Primitive Hope Pt. 1

by mejau71 ©

My heart levitated in this gratifying new experience. Never before had I
imagined such wanton conduct, let alone act on them. I was becomming an entire
new being... one that held the most precious of all libidinous traits of a open
minded woman. Fiona was to be my first, and certainly not the last woman I was
to bed from this point on. This initial experience unlocked the door to a much
sweeping state of existence. One that would forever determine the course of the
rest of my life.

Fiona and I spent the night together with my healthy frame lost in her arms,
tucked amidst the brawn of her graceful embrace. I couldn't sleep much due to
the life changing events... at times throughout the night, I awoke to see
Fiona's restful slumber... assuring myself this was not just a dream. I studied
her entire body this time... still fascinated by the lack of hair on her body.
How could anyone live like this? Was this a decision she made for herself, or
was it forced upon her at some point in time? I was so curious about what made
her who she was. I found myself deeply aroused by her this untamed, yet
beautiful look...

My fingertips trailed among the lines where her eyebrows once were. Nothing more
than polished flesh now. I wondered if I could ever bring myself to do such a
thing... not just shed all of my hair, but to allow my body to become a bastion
of strength and awe. She must have worked out everyday to be in such great
shape. Although her manlike voice certainly wasn't the result of this... she
must have been on some type of medication to be this way. I've read stories
about how bodybuilding can affect one's bone structure and cardiovascular
system... this was simply amazing. I found myself desperately curious about
this; wanting to sample the life of a mighty woman of graceful power. Images
began to swirl in my mind of my lengthy tresses being shed. Sharp razors
heinously stripping away my eyebrows... losing all of the reminders of a
previous life that held so much pain and heartache. My mind drifted off to my
slumber with such arousing ideas... And it would be the last evening I would
spend as Kristen; at least the Kristen everyone knew back home.

Chapter III: A New Beginning...

I'm not quite sure how it all came to happen, but the next thing I remember was
waking up inside a vast, dimly lit repository. Groggy from sleep, I attempted to
lift my head; only to find my neck bound against a table. Baffled, I tried to
shift about, discovering that my entire body was securely chained to a vertical
platform. A blinding frosty light cast down upon me from the ceiling as I
struggled to break free. Still a bit shaky, I then beheld a crude metal
apparatus secured to my face. Two lengthy steel rods held my mouth agape with a
cold, bland ball of steel stuffed inside. I could do little else but moan in
distress... What the Hell had happened? The last thing I remembered was spending
a wonderful evening making love to a muscular hulk-- now this? How could she
have allowed this to happen?

At least with my peripheral vision, I could make out that several IV's draped
from my arms. Three different drip bags hung from metal stands, feeding me God
knows what into my body. I moaned in horror, trying to cry out from the
realization that I was possibly being drugged. Now those thoughts of sapphic
pleasure abandoned my mind as I wanted nothing more than to leave this dreaded
place of bondage and captivity. It was dreadfully frigid in this empty
underground room. Being completely nude, goose bumps sprinkled over my body as I
began to shiver in fright. It was then I heard a colossal metal door creak open;
frightfully echoing throughout the barren room. I could make out that two people
were coming in by their footsteps. My platform was twisted about by some
mechanical device below as I make out who my captors were. To my surprise, my
eyes at long last saw Cindi... and not the young pretty girl I once knew either.
There she stood, utterly bald just like Fiona was... dressed in savage shreds of
fabric that carelessly clung to her robust frame. It looked as if someone had
crudely wrapped the fabric around her in two sections that hardly covered her
chest and groin. Her frame resembled Fiona's, yet her girth and size was much
larger and more defined. Throbbing blood vessels embellished her granite like
muscles. Deep, rigid valleys of muscle adorned her calves, her thighs... Her
buxom chest she once had now been forfeited in favor of raging muscle. It was
short of absolutely sick how ripped my beloved and gentle friend had now become.
I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. With Fiona, I didn't think that any
woman could be much larger than her... and yet, here my friend stood, now
bursting in sheer power.

The woman that accompanied Cindi was somewhat older than us. She looked radiant
in her age, which I guessed to be around her early to mid fifties. Unlike Fiona
or Cindi, this woman sported a short, burred flattop that apparently had been
bleached blonde. She too held a deep dark tan that accentuated her barely
noticeable wrinkles. She wore a sharp white suit that buttoned down her healthy
chest. I could tell she too was some type ofbodybuilder, yet her size held
nothing of the girth that Cindi possessed. Elegant diamond jewelry graced her
hands and neckline, featuring a gorgeous sapphire diamond which hung amid her
deep, tempting cleavage. She carried a folder in her left hand, keeping her
other free.

"Is this her?" asked the older woman.

Cindi nodded yes, evidently submissive to the peculiarly alluring older woman.

I could tell she was more than likely the one in charge of this entire
compound, or whatever this Hellhole was called. The Matriarch stepped forward,
closely inspecting my body. Opening the file, she took out a pen and began
writing in it.

"You said divorced, right?" she barked at Cindi.

Cindi nodded yes.

"She left him, or he left her?" she replied.

"He abandoned her, Madam." replied Cindi in a hushed tone.

The leader nodded to herself, jotting down notes in the file, which obviously
belonged to me. Stepping around my platform, the Matriarch continued her
examination. Squeezing the pudge on my stomach, she wrote again.

"Get her out on the rocks." commanded the woman to Cindi.

I sat completely still, frightened beyond belief. What the Hell was going on in
here? What kind of upside down world had I gotten myself into here? Did Cindi
willingly give herself to this state of reality? What went wrong?

"Return her belongings." snapped the Matriarch.

I sighed, feeling my breath bubble between my lips and the stifling ball stuffed
in my mouth. This must have been some type of orientation into this deranged
existence.

The Matriarch then grasped my eye lids, examining my eyeballs with a bright
flashlight. She inspected each one carefully.

"Start her on the vitamins." she ordered. "Strict protein diet for the first 30
days, then up to solids."

I tried to convey my fear to this stranger with my expressions, since that was
all I was capable of. Yet my efforts were in clearly in vain as she quickly
stepped away. To my surprise, the leader soon stood in front of me to address
me; now as a person.

"Consider yourself now an animal of the lowest order." she said.

"You have been stripped of all privileges normally associated with human beings.
But now you are not even that, so you might as well get used to it. You will re-
learn everything all over again... You will be taught how to walk, how to
defecate, even how to think. In time, you will be the strongest woman here. You
came here to learn, to grow. Here, we will tear your mind, body and soul apart,
but you... you will build yourself back up again to be the most perfect being
known. This simply isn't a haven for sexual gratification contrary to what you
and Fiona experienced last night. That was simply a test. A test for us to
determine your eventual outcome. Your friend here has vouched for your
character, so I have chosen her to lead you along your process of
reconstruction. You will be given a new name; one that I will decide on at the
end of your building period. Until then, you will be known as nothing. A mere
blotch of nothingness on the heels of feminine existence. You will not be
addressed, nor will you be referred to as anyone with a singular identity."

With that, the leader turned, and briskly walked out. Now Cindi and I remained
alone as the crude metal door slammed shut. Falling into a pattern, Cindi
quickly got to work as she lowered my platform so that I was horizontal.
Desperate for any words, I tried to make eye contact with my friend in hopes
that she would free me. Yet none came as my head was hoisted upward, resting on
some thin edge. I couldn't tell what was happening as I heard lots of activity
around me. Suddenly, a loud humm deafened my ears as I could tell that my hair
was being sheered off. Long, careful strokes garnished my skull as I felt my
lengthy tresses of blonde hair being shed. I began crying as she wiped away my
once proud mane. It felt terribly disgusting what she was doing to me. Yet in
the despair, my mind began pondering what the leader told me moments before.
Perhaps this was some awkward technique of healing me? Making me whole and pure
again? Possibly this was truly the best thing for me? After all, Cindi and I
had such a wonderful conversation on the phone just two days prior to my
arrival. Yet thinking back, I now recall her expressing deep concern for my
recent misfortune. She could tell I was devastated by my ex-husband's
departure. Maybe... just maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all? Admittedly, I
was fascinated by Fiona's structure the previous night, and pondered the
thought of myself as a bald woman. I sighed, taking some comfort in what was
happening to me.

The sheers continued their ferocious task of removing every strand of my hair. I
heard several clumps fall to the ground below. All that was now left was a head
full of sharp bristles, which now were lathered with rich foam by Cindi's
skillful hands. My tensions slipped as I basked in the gentle actions of my dear
friend. I sensed her apparent love and concern for me in each gentle caress upon
my skull. She then placed a razor to my jagged flesh, scrupulously running it
back along the sphere of my head. Long gentle strokes of the razor removed all
stubble, leaving only sleek bare skin in it's wake. It was distastefully erotic
what I was now feeling in my heart. I was actually finding myself enjoying this
transformation.

After rinsing my now bare skull, Cindi brought herself around to remove my
recently waxed eyebrows.

"Oh shit, she's really going to do this." I thought to myself as Cindi wetted my
brow, and took a straight razor to the hairline.

Several glances were shared between us as she gently flicked the razor over my
skin. The sound of tiny hairs being shorn echoed in my ears. The sharp noises
somehow soothed my weary mind. Perhaps it was the thought of Cindi doing this
that provided the finesse I needed at this point. My heart ached to reach out
for her... to break these chains and embrace my long lost friend. Perhaps she
would transform me into a powerful beast that could break free of this
repression? My thoughts were quickly doing the math... I started to see a sliver
of truth in this process. Maybe this was their own unique way of finding one's
true destiny? What seemed to be odd and insane to most others conceivably had an
fundamental basis for their actions. I wanted to find out... I wanted more.

After my shave, Cindi took the IV's from my arms, and carefully bandaged my
punctures. She still hadn't spoken a word to me since our initiation begun, yet
our expressions were becoming more and more of an unspoken language between us.
I couldn't believe I was finding pleasure in being robbed of my identity, but my
fears were qualmed in Cindi's loving gestures of elegant love. The way in which
she touched my flesh, the manner in which her tender gaze fell upon my own...
Once the initial fright had worn off, I slipped further and further away from
myself; at least the Kristen I once knew. Maybe becoming someone new wasn't such
a bad idea after all? The old adage of 'getting away from it all' certainly held
a much more poignant meaning for me.

I watched her every move with scrupulous curiosity. Watching those muscles
contort with such proficiency and ease... There was virtually no semblance of
the feminine features I once knew. Yet within those eyes I could ascertain she
was nevertheless in there, now just a much more purified being. I wanted to ask
her what had happened... what led her to here, and how she manifested this
power. Nothing was spoken as she began to undo the locks securing my body down.
I gasped, realizing I could possibly make a run for it. I could flee far from
here and go back to my world of hopelessness and solitude... My God, why would
anyone wish that upon themselves? There was no way I would escape from this
place. Especially not now considering my appearance. With each passing moment, I
was more and more Cindi's compliant toy to do whatever she so desired.

The cumbersome chains were set aside as Cindi guided me to sit up. The moist
fragrance of her flesh floated by me as she loosened the huge steel contraption
that was fastened to my head... The metal ball slipped out, coated with my
saliva as Cindi tactfully placed it on the workbench nearby. I questioned myself
how many times she had done this. Or perhaps I was her first. Yet sitting there
with nothing to cover me, I faithfully remained... bare breasted, and fully
unveiled... not motioning one inch for fear I would lose Cindi forever. I didn't
want that. Not now at least.

I didn't cry out in panic, nor did I choose to run. I remained, transfixed on my
long lost friend. Turning around, Cindi took my hand in hers as she skillfully
directed me from the rustic platform. Now motionless in front of each other
after so many years... no separation. No distance. No questions. Our hands
remained entangled as our hold tensed. I could perceive her affection with each
short-lived second. Our silent, absorbed interaction started to speak clearly
once more. She let go of our hold to reach up to her rags, only to loosen
them... gradually, she bared the virtuous temple of inspiring power-- folded the
fabric up to carefully set it aside. I beheld that solid chest, her lean groin
that evoked a hungry sigh from my appreciative gaze. Her body drew closer,
sensing the heat from her stately flesh. Our arms obligingly held each others'
as a prolonged gaze ensued. How I wish I could have seen what this spectacle
must have looked like... two bald women, arm in arm... obviously taking delight
in ultimately being together after many years.

My hands elevated higher along the billowing hills of her muscular arms.
Breaking our stare, I watched as my delicate hands traveled along; lingering
over the skin. Looking back at Cindi, a smile met my mesmerized expressions. I
answered with a thin smile as her arms seized my ample body into her embrace.
Now I was hers... This moment of sensual contact convinced me that there was no
going back. Harsh, rigid muscle crushed together with my Motherly, plump skin.
Swaying my head, I watched my large breasts come against her sculpted chest. My
heavy bust flared out as we both sighed from the stunning vision... This was so
unbelievably erotic to see... let alone feel as Cindi's courageous hands found
their way to the small of my back. Our breath grew feeble, as did our hearts...

"So much power." I thought to myself. "So beautiful."

It was all I could possibly endure. Our faces drifted together, brushing cheek
to cheek as a kiss became immanent. I felt those demanding hands slither up my
shoulders as our faces motioned closer... I knew she wanted to kiss me. It was a
reality that needed no words. We both knew it was unquestionable. Her warm
breath swept across my blushing face... staring into those trusted, reassuring
mahogany eyes I so valued. My fingertip scrupulously traced her pouty lips. I
held my breath... she halted hers as well. Almost there... so damn close. It was
crippling us both... we had to seal ourselves together. It had to happen.

"Cindi." I breathlessly whispered.

"My Kristen. My true love." she replied in a tone matching mine.

Her assuring hold seized me as the last word flowed from her lips. My eye lids
sealed with a gasp... now was the moment where our relationship would be fully
consummated. This kiss wouldn't be hurried, nor would it be without meaning. It
would be the kiss of all kisses... the lone act of solidity and devotion. And
together our lips came, ever so faintly at first... Delicate flutters of flesh
against flesh... What woman in her right mind could resist such awe? Such truth?
Cindi's lips met mine with tender reward. Her fingertips pressed into me,
twisting her head slightly for a deeper kiss. Unlike my first kiss with Fiona,
this was far more meaningful. This held the conviction and righteousness I had
longed for my entire life. Her mouth parted wide, accepting the slick tongue now
begging to fill my mouth. With rich gusto, her tongue not only came into my
mouth, but was slippery grasped with my eager lips, forming an "O" shape about
it. My hands clutched her bare skull so as to keep that tongue inside me. Then
an unexpected lunge came from her as her zeal overcame her senses. Smashing her
mouth to mine, Cindi wrapped those guns around my waist; lifting my entire body
in her arms. I knew I wasn't a light weight, yet was amazed that she evoked no
signs of struggle or strain as she turned me about. We were like a married
couple, cavorting around as if on their honeymoon. I rewarded her guileless
efforts by lifting my legs up to wrap around her waist, locking my ankles behind
her ass. Cindi cooed in delight, and rammed her tongue down my throat... I could
tell our kiss was growing in intensity and fervor... the fires of sapphic
rapture were set ablaze as she easily clutched my wide hips. She growled into my
mouth, apparently pleased with how my flabby full cheeks felt in her palms.

"You like my ass?" I asked.

She simply nodded yes.

"It's yours." I came back by suckling her chiseled chin. "It's always
been yours."

Another raspy groan exited as I tightened my legs around that handsome waist,
hungrily knawing her jaw and chin in with savage determination. Cindi kneaded my
cheeks apart and together several times as she carried me from the inspection
area. All worries or fears vanished as we made our way to a more intimate area
of the dark warehouse. Her idea of 'intimate' took something to get used to
however... she carried me into a large repair room filled with engines. Massive
diesel and gasoline powered engines that were being overhauled. The smell of oil
and gasoline permeated my nostrils as Cindi and I stepped down into a large
grease pit. The narrow and seemingly tiny space was perfect for our
copulation... I simply didn't care wherever we ended up at. I had to make love
to this woman...

She slammed me against the wall in forceful might. With my neck exposed,
she sank her teeth deep into my neck. My eyes bulged open, staring up in
fearful ecstasy.

"God, Cindi." I cried out as her groin met mine in a series of rampant,
hungry thrusts.

My hands gripped those rock hard shoulders as I felt her womanhood press against
mine. In the hazy mist of passion, I noticed several chains dangling down into
the pit. It must have triggered something in Cindi, because she clutched one of
them as she swiftly wrapped them around my wrists. Large shackles of steel
tightly bound my skin as Cindi grasped the other end of the chain, hoisting me
up from the floor. It all happened so brutally fast, yet was welcomed by every
thoughtful deed she blessed me with. With my wide, hour glass body now fully
hers, Cindi brought her face between my unencumbered breasts, clutching each
heavy knoll in her hands to smother her face. Urgency demanded action... action
demanded reaction. And I was going to give her that by any and all means.


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