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There was no doubt in Samantha's mind. She was going to law school - or
at least that's what she thought. Her husband Ted had promised to help her
finish her schooling provided she marry him and move to New York. At the
tender age of 24, Samantha had already finished her undergraduate work at a
local university. It was there that she met Ted - a handsome dark-haired
gentleman of about 30. He was a wealthy photographer who had talked her
into doing some modeling for a fashion magazine. If it wasn't for him, she
didn't no how she was going to finish her schooling. Her parents had very
little money and as a result, Samantha relied heavily on grants and loans
to push her way through her first four years of college. The modeling
money Ted offered her was decent and it helped put food on the table and
pay for her books.
Within just a few months, Samantha had fallen in love with Ted. He
seemed such a sensitive and caring man. Ted adored her beauty (or so it
seemed). He admired her slender figure and large breasts. She had
beautiful dark brown hair that went down past her shoulders and a
magnificent smile to match her tender complexion. Ted showered her with
money and took her out to eat at fancy restaurants. Little did Samantha
know that all of this wining and dining had it's price - and it wasn't just
cooking or cleaning.
In fact, the only hint that there was anything wrong with their
relationship (at least from Samantha's point of view) was the lack of
sexual arousal on Ted's part. For a young man of 30, it seemed kind of odd
that he rarely got it up for her. It was sort of a contradiction because
he constantly told her how much he admired her beauty and determination.
That aside, love had a strange way of blinding Samantha to the rest of
Ted's odd habits.
For instance, he would take long trips to New York and leave her behind
for several days without calling or e-mailing her. Then he would pop up
out of nowhere and take her out to a movie while down-playing his absence.
It didn't exactly drive her nuts, but Samantha found herself missing him
more and more each time he went away - usually after one of their photo
sessions. He would claim that he was taking the photos to New York to
submit to the fashion executives and would be back within a day or so -
however it usually took a week. Samantha never saw a single photo - nor
did she ever get a glimpse of the so-called fashion magazine that Ted
claimed he worked for. But she didn't seem to mind. After all, Ted had
been very good to her in a lot of ways. He was never forceful with his
convictions or his point of view on issues that they couldn't agree on. He
never swore at her and he almost never raised his voice when they had an
argument.
`How silly' Samantha thought to herself. She and Ted almost never
argued about anything in the year or so that they had known each other.
The relationship was perfect and it was becoming quite clear that
Samantha's future in law was very bright. She had received high marks in
almost all her classes and was well informed when it came to politics.
Ted, on the other hand, was not whom he claimed to be. He was a
professional con artist who worked for an underground men's club in New
York. The men's club that he had joined many years ago was populated
exclusively by men who hated and stood against the women's liberation
movement that started in the 1960's. In comparison to most of the members
in the club, Ted was relatively young. He hadn't even been born yet when
the women's liberation movement started. Initially he had joined because
the club was also a business - a dirty business of forced drug addiction
and prostitution. The "front" business for the club was not much cleaner.
Ted was indeed a photographer, but not for a respectable clothing magazine
as naive Samantha would think. Rather he was a professional photographer
for their exclusive porno magazine and film line titled "PROPER WOMEN"
which sold exclusively overseas due to it's shocking and perverse content.
Samantha knew nothing of this facade and was not the prying type. She
had her own studies to worry about in addition to her social life with Ted.
Already Ted had managed to wean her away from her family and friends. She
was completely devoted to him and loved him tremendously. It was only on
special occasions that she ever saw her family, and to their dismay she was
almost always accompanied by Ted whenever she did manage to visit Rhode
Island. The two seemed inseparable - except when Ted went away to New York
by himself, in which case she spent her time studying or catching up with
old friends. It was the only time she ever contacted them.
Her life would begin to change rather soon. Ted had made up his mind
that he had gained her complete and total trust. After conferring with his
fellow "business men" in the sex industry, he decided it was time to change
Samantha into something more desirable. All he needed was an angle to get
the ball rolling. The idea finally came in the form of an invitation to an
exclusive club party that Ted was a part of. Ted knew that deep down
inside, Samantha loved it when guys paid attention to her. She made it a
point to let him know that although she wasn't in the least bit concerned
about how she looked, like most women, her intelligence was not enough and
it seemed to hinder her ability to attract attention from men in general.
Though she made every attempt to hide it, she still yearned to look
beautiful and be desired universally. Ted saw through her facade rather
easily. He knew women inside out and was rather gifted at finding their
emotional weaknesses rather quickly. Samantha was no exception. And she
would soon learn (perhaps painfully) that Ted was the smarter of the two -
by a narrow margin admittedly, and would soon succumb to his every wish.
* * * *
"Honey I'm almost ready!" Samantha shouted from the bathroom.
She was in the middle of combing her hair and applying her favorite
perfume. Samantha couldn't wait. The trip to New York had been a long
one, but Ted did most of the driving. In addition, they had arrived in the
late afternoon which allowed them time to take a nap. She was definitely
excited about the prospect of meeting Ted's business associates for the
first time. In addition, she was anxious to see all her modeling work come
to fruition in the form of a gorgeous photo spread in one of their recent
magazines. Ted had used this angle as bate to get her to come to New York
with him. Samantha was falling for it quite nicely as planned. Ted smiled
to himself as he took a drag on his cigarette and waited for her in the
main corridor of their hotel room. His cock began to bulge outward at the
inevitable prospect of the changes that would soon occur in Samantha -
wanted or otherwise. The thought of her dull looking hair changing from
dark brown to a more desirable color invigorated his evil penis to the max.
Thank goodness he was wearing briefs underneath his trousers, otherwise
he'd be pitching a tent so to speak.
Samantha exited the bathroom looking true to form well dressed in a dark
blue dress yet very conservative in appearance giving absolutely no hint of
sex appeal for the enjoyment of the opposite gender. Ted took a good hard
look at her ass when she walked by him to the closet. It was too slender.
Ted wasn't the type that liked large plump women, but he preferred his
women to be somewhat shapely - though with an overall slender figure. He
simply adored big breasts and couldn't wait for that aspect to inevitably
change in Samantha's life. Her breasts were big enough, but he wanted them
larger. The meeting was in 45 minutes, and Samantha would be the main
attraction. Though misogynistic in nature, his fellow "business"
associates were fair in their approach toward women whom they sought to
convert not only in front of the camera, but in real life. As always, the
initial meeting would be softcore. They were sure to ask Samantha to pose
in somewhat lewd positions in a polite manner. If the meeting became
strenuous or acrimonious, the men were sure to become verbally abrupt with
her. If that approach didn't work, a forced submission would soon follow
coupled with drugs and mental therapy. The physical makeover occurred only
after the mental changes took place.
Samantha had no clue of what was in store for her at this supposed
meeting. She assumed that the men were going to congratulate her on her
fine modeling job and shower her with attention - which she secretly liked.
She couldn't wait to get a glimpse of some of her fashion photo spreads.
"How do I look hun?" she asked innocently.
"Just fine my dear." Ted lied.
She had a long way to go before she even came close to looking fine in
his eyes. Too smart, too intelligent, too brunette looking. Her boobs
needed a makeover as well. In all honesty, Samantha didn't look or act
slutty enough. But when the next week was over, that would all change. In
fact, Samantha wouldn't even have to put on an act to please him through
role-playing. She would actually BE his trashy blonde dream. It was all
in the cards and the way he played them. If done correctly, Samantha
wouldn't have to submit to such cruel misogynistic measures, she may
actually WANT to be changed and converted - if for no other reason than her
strong love and passion for him. Still, it seemed this was only a remote
possibility given her intense desire to become a well educated woman and
law worker. Only time would tell, and the clock was ticking toward this
much anticipated meeting at the "studio."
* * * *
Samantha detected a rather subtle change in Ted's behavior as they drove
to the meeting place. He was quiet most of t | |
