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Becoming a Winner {MF, 1st, mc, reluc, light bd}
by Benwa (benwa@hushmail.com)
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***
Hal transforms Betty and himself from nerdy losers to
gorgeous winners.
***
Betty was a junior in a top eastern college. She was a
brilliant student with a close to straight A-average, in
the chemistry club, astronomy club, and captain of the
chess team. She was a 5'6" dirty blond with a 46-DDD
bust. Sounds great, until you get to know her.
Despite Betty's obvious assets, she has a serious weight
problem and a complexion that looked like the craters on
the surface of the moon. As a result, Betty has a rotten
self-image and no self-confidence in anything not
"intellectual". She was deathly afraid of anything social
or physical. Everyone considered Betty a nerd. Her small
group of friends were also "nerds".
Inside this small group she was warm, outgoing, funny,
and energetic. In every other social circle on campus,
she was marked a total "loser". Betty's few dates had
ended poorly. She had never got beyond second base and
had never been asked out twice by the same boy. She was
still a virgin, though not by choice.
Betty's outlet for her frustration was eating, mostly
candy, cake, and potato chips. It's not surprising that
she has problems with her weight and complexion. Betty
wanted to be pretty, to be attractive to boys, she
dreamed of having a hot, sexy body, but she'd given up
trying to improve her appearance.
Her thick mass of hair was usually a knotted mess that
was primarily used to cover her pot-marked face. Her
clothing was equally designed to conceal and protect her
from the view of the outside world. Despite her gigantic
bosom, which her best attempts couldn't hide, the world
did not appreciate Betty's, 46-40-42 figure. She never
wore makeup or anything colorful, not wanting to attract
attention.
Hal was a first-year graduate student in psychology at
the same school. He was at the top of his class and the
darling of his professors. The fact that he was only
5'10" and nothing special to look at did not matter to
them. In fact, Hal's appearance was similar to Betty's in
several ways, bad complexion & slightly overweight.
Neither problem was anywhere near as bad as Betty's was.
Hal's strongest assets were his belief in himself and his
proven ability to achieve his goals.
Hal knew he needed to get away from the books he
constantly studied. So, he joined the chess club to "get
out" a little. He called ahead to get times and
directions. Betty, the captain of the team, had a sweet
yet sultry voice that made his cock harden. He hoped the
rest of the package matched that "fuck me" voice.
On the night of Hal's first meeting, Betty gave him a
warm welcome and introduced him to everyone. He
immediately took a liking to Betty. Her looks didn't
match his hopes, but she had a quick wit, genuine warmth,
boundless energy, kindness, and sensitivity for others.
Her intelligence might be a bit greater then his, but Hal
took this as a challenge, not a threat. He was able to
overlook Betty's physical problems, because he was
attracted to her "joie de vie". Over the weeks that
followed Hal sought out Betty's company with increasing
frequency.
Betty was immensely flattered by the attention given to
her by this graduate student. She was attracted to him
more and more. She wished he would hold her, kiss her,
and touch her, but was too afraid of rejection to make
the first move.
In her frustration, Betty began to work Hal into her
regular fantasies. In them, she was usually a helpless,
bound captive forced to do whatever her captor demanded.
Instead of playing with herself every few weeks, Betty
began doing it on an almost nightly basis, fantasying she
was captured by a Pirate king, or a princess carried off
by a bandit chief, or a slave girl dancing for her
master. More and more often that master/pirate/captor was
Hal.
*
Struggling in vain, I was dragged kicking and scratching
into the presence of the Pirate Chief. "Captain Hal, the
prisoner," said one. "Ho Ho! Me lads ye brought me a
pretty one," said he as he looked me over up and down.
I cast my eyes downward, my dress was in disarray because
of my struggles against these ruffians. Fortunately, he
was only able to see the top of my bosom and the bottom
of my legs, more though then I'd ever show a gentleman.
The rest was hidden from his roving eyes.
I looked him over as he stood and walked to me. He was
cleaner then the two who held me and probably smelled
better, looking only a little older then my 18 years, yet
he towered over me and looked as if he could break me in
half like a twig.
As I realized that this powerful man held my fate in his
hands, I began to feel unfamiliar sensations between my
legs. I had felt it before only once when I rubbed myself
there, but I was so severely punished, having my hands
tied behind my back for an entire week, that I never
dared take the chance that my mother would again catch me
doing it.
"So girl," he said to me, "What ransom will ye family pay
for ye safe return?" I addressed him in a meek and
respectful manner as I still had a glimmer of hope,
"Please sir, I am an orphan who was being sent to her
widowed aunt, who is not wealthy, but is my only family.
There is no one to pay ransom for me. Please release me
as I am of no value to you."
"Young, pretty lass may have value other then gold, but
the goods needs be seen. Hold her tight lads," he said
with a hungry look as he drew a huge knife from his belt
and proceeded to cut every scrap of clothing from my
body. I tried to escape him, but could not move from the
vice like grips that held me.
I was spitting mad, my only dress was destroyed. All my
other possessions had gone down when the pirates sank the
Mayfair, the ship on which I had been sailing, with all
hands lost except for me.
"How dare you! You ruffian, you blackguard," I screamed
at him. My head snapped back as pain exploded in my
right cheek from a slap I had not even seen.
"Watch ye tongue lassie or I'll cut it out. Show proper
respect for the captain," said he. Stars swirled before
my eyes. No one had every struck me before. I would have
fallen, but was still held tightly, now thoroughly cowed.
As I was trying to recover, I felt his hand lift my right
breast as if to weigh it. "Ye got ample equipment
lassie," said he as his other hand began to maul my left
breast. My dear departed mother had always complained my
breasts were much too big for my slight frame. This did
not seem to bother Captain Hal. I did not trust myself to
speak, fearing more pain.
His hands shifted. They began rolling both teats, which
soon became almost painfully hard, between rough fingers.
I shut my eyes trying to deny the sensations being forced
upon me against my will. The continued heat building in
my breasts suddenly jumped between my legs as a low moan
was forced between my lips. How long this continued I
couldn't say. I could not seem to form rational thought,
lost between fear and the storm brewing within me.
Unexpectedly, his hand shot downward, cupping my most
intimate treasure. A loud moan, almost a scream was
forced from me. Without thought my body pressed itself
against his hand. It was glorious, it was maddening, then
it was gone. My hips thrust forward seeking to renew the
feeling between my legs.
I heard laughter and realized the two pirates holding me
fast had seen my body betray me to the captain's touch.
Every inch of me flushed red with shame and
embarrassment. How could I, a properly bred English girl
be made to behave like a whore walking the streets of
London? There was little more, I thought in my ignorance,
which could be done to dishonor me.
"Aye, you have some small value, me lass, but I'll be
needing to keep ye here a bit to value ye fully. Lay her
out facing skyward on me bed lads," he ordered. "Aye,
Captain Hal," they responded and dragged my limp body
onto the Captain's bed where he tied my arms securely to
the bedposts then dismissed his men.
I drew up my legs and crossed them in a useless attempt
to hide my womanhood from this pirate. He smiled and
laughed evilly at my pitiful attempt at modesty, but for
the moment did nothing to stop me.
The captain brought over a skin of spiced wine and
command, "Drink! Ye will need strength before the morning
dawn." I coughed out the strong wine, it ran down my chin
and between my breasts.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back my head
until my mouth opened. "Drink," he commanded once again.
I managed to swallow most of it. He emptied half the
large skin into me and drank the rest himself.
I started to feel dizzy from the wine. Attempting to
regain balance, modesty forgotten, my legs spread once
more.
I watched as if in a trance as he undressed before me. My
eyes fell on his engorged manhood. My mother had refused
to explain what it did along with all such disgusting
subjects not fit for a well-bred, unwed girl.
I did not react until he dived between my still open
thighs. I screamed as he fastened his mouth to my wet
slit. All my earlier sensations returned in an instant.
The storm burst within me once more, I could not think,
only feel what he forced me to feel. The Captain, not I,
commanded my body. He proceeded to drive me mad with
passion.
"Oooooooooh, Captain, Take me! Use me! Make me your
whore," I screamed my submission to him. He paused a
moment. I was a slut, lower then the cheapest whore.
Never could I return to my former life. What would become
of me? I knew only that I needed more of my Captain's
touch. My dishonor was complete, so quickly had my
submission been forced.
His fingers entered me to confirm his curiosity. I felt a
slight discomfort when they pressed against my
maidenhood, my innermost defense, then withdrew.
He released my arms from their bindings then laughed as I
wrapped myself around him. I pressed myself onto his
hardness being naive of what do next. "Ye won't need to
wait long, lassie," said he as pressed me down and
positioned himself above me.
A few probes were followed by a little pop as the tip of
his massive tool entered me. I raised my hands over my
head, crossing my wrists, imagining I was still bound. I
was in bliss. Gentle strokes moved him slowly deeper. I
felt so full.
My hips began experimental thrusts of their own. I moved
to his rhythm. When I began feeling sharp jabs, we both
knew he had brought himself to my barrier.
I should have braced myself for the inevitable, but was
naive of the pain and pleasure about to befall me. Having
already shown uncharacteristic restraint, my Captain's
patience had run out.
He drew back a little then rammed himself into me. The
exquisite pain ripped a scream from my lips as his
massive tool tore through me, burying itself deep within.
Not waiting for me to recover he began urgent thrusting,
attending to his own pleasure. Slowly, my pain receded
like the tide and my passion surged back with an
intensity that left me breathless.
Only a few thrusts more followed before my Captain
emptied his lust into me. He collapsed on top of me,
having taken my maidenhood, but leaving me wanting more.
I need not be concerned. He took me several times that
night and well knew how to use a woman. He commanded me
to assume a wide variety of postures and positions,
fanning my fires high each time before he plunged his
sword into me.
I lost count of the number of times I was brought past
the point of exquisite release. The screams of my passion
could be heard all night and into the next day from the
bow to the stern of the pirate ship.
I became the Captain's slut. He used me daily, usually
several times. There is much free time to fill when not
in a port.
I soon found my body needing his touch. If he were away
more then one day, I would attack him as soon as he
entered our cabin.
Most of the time, I was kept naked, expected to keep his
cabin tidy and prepare his meals. When I especially
pleased him, I was allowed a short shift with a deep
scoop neckline that did nothing to hide my charms. Rather
it seemed to inflame his lusts and I'd be used more
frequently.
I was only allowed normal clothing on the occasions I was
permitted to leave his cabin. My monthly cycle meant
nothing except greater use of my arse and mouth to sate
his boundless lusts.
My wanton needs and devotion pleased him. He kept me for
his exclusive use. I grew to love him; I could not help
myself.
The men had their own sluts. Those other women showed me
the ways to avoid becoming with child, eager to seek my
favor, because I was first among them, Captain Hal's
whore.
*
These fantasies were Betty's only outlet for her
frustration. She was too afraid of rejection to talk to
Hal about how she felt, but she always jumped at the
chance whenever he asked to be with her.
Over the course of a few weeks, Hal grew to know Betty
better then she knew herself. He had more sexual
experience then her, but not a lot. His psychology
training enabled him to read her signs. He saw she was
completely infatuated with him and he could easily get
into her pants, but her low self-esteem would cause any
relationship to quickly self-destruct.
Hal saw Betty's potential, her wanton sensuality and
carnal desires. He envisioned the vixen she could become
with proper motivation and why she could never achieve it
on her own. He knew he wanted something more lasting with
Betty. It is easier to improve appearance then increase
intelligence.
Beyond her appearance or intelligence, Hal really liked
her. They shared a lot in common. He appreciated her
kindness and sensitivity, her warmth and vitality. Hal
believed that Betty might be the special someone he could
love and cherish forever and who would do the same for
him and more.
Hal also saw the burning sexuality that was waiting to be
unleashed within Betty. He doubted that she herself
realized just how powerful it was or how it could affect
her once set free. Hal could use a force that great to
cause fundamental changes in Betty's personality, it was
a key, a lever he could wield.
Using his training in psychology Hal devised a plan.
Employing her own unfulfilled sexual cravings, aided by
simple conditioning techniques, and light hypnotic drugs,
he would transform Betty into both the woman she desired
to be and the woman he desired. In the process, he would
bind Betty to him forever.
Hal began by asking for Betty's help in an important
experiment that would be used to determine his grade in
his most important course, Self-perception and Hypnosis.
She would need to spend the weekend away with him. Hal
explained the goal of the experiment was to improve the
subject's Self-perception. He could also help reduce
Betty's weight if she wished with mild hypnosis.
This might have sounded alarm bells for some girls, but
Betty trusted Hal. He reminded her of her father who she
to whom had always been close. He had flirted, but never
made a real pass at her, which is what she desired. If
she was to lose her virginity to anyone, Betty wished it
would be Hal. She'd fantasized about it often, but did
not believe it was possible. Betty quickly agreed to
follow all Hal's instructions.
Hal explained that she should take nothing but a
toothbrush. She should wear a nice dress, but he'd
provide for all her other needs.
Hal picked her up in his car that was packed with stuff
on Friday afternoon. He made a quick comment on how nice
she looked and gave her a single, red rose, but then told
her that they needed to get started quickly because they
had a long way to go. Betty was thrilled, no one besides
her dad had every given her flowers before.
Betty had worn her prettiest (only) dress that her mom
had pick out for her to try to attract boys. She felt a
little uncomfortable because it was shorter then anything
she normally wore and displayed quite a bit of her
enormous bosom. Looking down on those mammoth white
globes, Hal began to really appreciate Betty's body for
the first time. He'd always been a breast man and seeing
Betty's gigantic globes started giving him a hard-on. He
figured that even after she lost her extra weight, they
would still be grand.
Betty asked where they were going and about all the stuff
in the car. Hal replied that it was recording equipment
he needed. However, now it was important for the
experiment that she not ask any further questions.
When Betty acquiesced, he gave her a small thermos and
told her to drink it. She giggled and mumbled something
about his trying to drug her. He reminded Betty that she
agreed to follow all instructions. If she would not do
this then they would turn around and he'd find another
person to help him. Betty hesitantly drank the liquid. It
tasted salty, but not unpleasant as it slid down her
throat. Hal encouraged, "Come on you have to finish it
all." Betty emptied the thermos and swallowed it all.
Hal then gave her a CD player. He told her to lie back in
the seat with the headphones on, close her eyes and
breath deeply. The soothing sounds of the sea on the CD
combined with the motion of the car and the drugs that
had been in the thermos to quickly place Betty in a light
trance. Hal switched CDs with one hand while driving. The
new CD deepened the trance for a period of 10 minutes. It
then began giving instructions in Hal's voice to Betty's
now highly suggestible mind. The CD began by reinforcing
feelings that Betty already had for him.
You feel warm and safe.
Being with Hal makes you happy.
You Trust Hal. Hal wants what's best for you.
You want to please Hal.
Pleasing Hal gives you pleasure.
(a warm glow began to spread through Betty's mind)
You want to listen to Hal's voice.
Listening to Hal's voice makes you happy.
*
After about 15 minutes the CD shifted to introduce new
hypnotic commands.
You are in a special place it is warm and safe and full
of pleasure.
You want to stay in that place. It makes you happy.
You will do anything to say in the special place.
Obeying the voice helps you stay in the special place.
You will obey this voice.
Obeying the voice makes you happy.
Obeying the voice gives you pleasure.
You will do anything the voice asks.
There is nothing wrong with anything the voice asks.
Obeying the voice helps you stay in the special place.
If you do not obey the voice you will have to leave the
special place.
Pleasing Hal helps you stay in the special place.
Pleasing Hal makes you happy.
Pleasing Hal gives you pleasure.
You will do anything Hal asks.
There is nothing wrong with anything Hal asks.
Pleasing Hal helps you stay in the special place. If you
do not please Hal you will have to leave the special
place.
You will not awaken until I say "Beautiful Betty" three
times. When you awaken, awake Betty will forget
everything you have heard on the CD, but "asleep Betty"
will remember everything the voice has said. Asleep
Betty must obey the voice to stay in the special place.
Asleep Betty must please Hal to stay in the special
place.
A small part of Betty's mind resisted, but she really did
want to make Hal happy. The many repetitions kept
increasing the pleasure Betty felt and completely
overcame her drug-weakened resistance. The CD droned on-
and-on, Betty's now unresisting mind accepted everything.
Hal strengthened Betty's need to please him using all the
techniques he'd learned. She would strive to use all ways
within her power, to become what he would find most
desirable. Once finished, the CD restarted from the
beginning, opening paths for new patterns of behavior,
preparing Betty for phase one of Hal's plan.
After a 3-hour trip, they arrived at an isolated cabin
that Hal had rented for the weekend. The hours of
conditioning and the drugs left in her system had turned
Betty into a puppet that would obey any command given to
her by Hal's voice. He had Betty walk from the car into
the cabin, remove all her clothing, and lay down on the
bed.
Hal could have easily taken Betty at this point and spent
the rest of the weekend fucking her in every way
imaginable, but that was not his plan. Hal would not use
her in that way, besides he needed Betty's continuing
sexual frustration. He planned to increase the
frustration considerably. Hal would use the needs of
Betty's own body against her to break down any resistance
to the transformations he intended to make in her.
Betty's nipples had already hardened from the slight
chill in the room. Hal suckled each tit until the nipples
were extended enough to attach the soft, sticky
electrodes he'd prepared. He inserted a finger into
Betty's moistening pussy to confirm that she was indeed a
virgin.
The finger was withdrawn and more electrodes were placed
under her armpits, into her vagina, and anus. Sensors
were also attached to her legs and arms. These were
hooked up to monitoring equipment that would display and
record all physical reactions. Betty was given another
drug cocktail to drink. Hal was now ready to begin the
questioning.
Betty do you hear my voice?
Yes.
Do you know who this is?
It's Hal.
You trust me completely.
Yes,
Hal.
Pleasing me give you pleasure.
Mmmmm, Yes.
It will please me if you tell the truth.
Yessssssssss.
You will hold nothing back.
Hold nothing back.
You will tell me the complete truth.
Complete truth.
Only telling the complete truth will keep you in your
special place.
Special place.
Telling me the truth gives you pleasure.
Pleasure.
Echoing that word, Hal toggled the electrodes attached to
Betty's nipples at their lowest setting. Betty moaned in
pleasure. Hal questioned Betty about her entire life, her
family, her friends, her secrets. He used the monitors to
determine the truth and intensity of each response. The
electrodes provided intensely pleasurable feedback to
Betty's tits and pussy when the answers pleased Hal, but
other electrodes provided negative feedback when the
answers were not truthful or complete.
Hal needed to find out if there was anything that might
prevent the completion of his plan. Betty was just as she
appeared, a very bright, overweight co-ed with very low
self-esteem, but an enormous desire for sensuality and
sexual experience that was strongly repressed. Hal's
application of pain and pleasure broke down the barriers
hiding Betty's deepest secrets. He stripped her of
everything hidden in her mind, the secrets of what she
most desired, and the secrets of what she most feared.
Hal then began questioning Betty about her sexual
fantasies and desires. He was surprised by the strength
of Betty's submissive streak. The variety of her
fantasies included every kind of position, penetration,
location, exhibitionism, humiliation, bondage, and much
more. She most often fantasized about losing two things
she didn't want: her weight and her virginity. Her
favorite theme was being forced against her will to
reveal her powerful sex drives and deep sensuality. A
typical fantasy went like this.
*
I'm alone in my bed, naked. Dreaming of the man to whom
I'll give my virginity. I've teased my nipples to point
up to the ceiling. My legs are spread wide as I touch
myself. Middle finger slowly increasing the gentle
massage of my clit. My pussy is so wet; the juices have
covered my fingers and soaked my thick bush. My hips
start to move as I get close to orgasm.
I'm unaware that a masked man just outside my window is
watching everything. Just as I'm about to climax, I hear
a crash as he throws open the window and jumps into the
room. As my mouth opens to scream, he pops a ball-shaped
object in and covers that with a gag. As my hand move to
free the gag, my wrists are grabbed and tied behind me.
I freeze in fear as he quickly disrobes except for his
mask. A spasm rocks my over-stimulated pussy when I see
his cock standing at attention, but his tool is much too
huge for my tiny pussy. It would rip me apart. In fear, I
roll off the bed to run for the door. Just as I reach the
door, I realize there is no way to open it with my hands
tied. Snickering he takes two quick strides over to me,
lifts me up in his strong arms and throws me roughly back
on the bed.
In an instant, he is on top of me spreading my legs with
his knees. Using his weight to hold me down, he takes his
cock in one hand probing to find my unprotected slit. The
head of his cock enters me. His intrusion previously
aided by my own hand that had unknowingly readied my body
for his assault. I'm so wet that his first thrust pushes
the massive tool several inches into my cunt.
I feel every inch as his invading cock pushes aside the
muscles lining my hot hole. The arousal I stoked high
with my own hand returns redoubled, overwhelming my
resistance. I fall back into the mattress rendered
helpless by the burning spear that crashed through my
weakened defenseless.
We both feel him reach my barrier, my maidenhood, and my
last defense. I scream in pain as he rips through it with
a single thrust. Spreading my thighs to minimize the pain
makes it easier for the demon to slide up my well-
lubricated cunt. Our pelvises slap together, his cock
buried to the hilt. I'm so full, never imagined the
sensations. He rests a minute savoring his victory
mocking; "You're not a virgin no more, bitch. I'm the
first."
The pain quickly recedes to be replaced by renewed
passion. My cunt began to squeeze itself around the
invader. My knees lift to increase the sensations. Seeing
my instinctive reactions, he taunts me, "You sure are a
hot cunt. Now lets see what kind of fuck you are."
As he draws out slowly, I feel my inner muscles trying to
keep his cock inside me. Then as he again thrust slowly
inward, I felt myself welcoming it. So hot, so hard, what
was happening to me? I couldn't think only feel. He kept
thrusting in and out. My hips began to helplessly respond
and I began moaning. I was submitting completely to the
violation. My body forced to respond to his, I was unable
to resist.
He picked up speed and I matched his tempo thrust for
thrust. My body squirmed against him to maximize my
violation. There was nothing but the sensation of his
cock spearing in and out, making me hotter and hotter.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii!" I screamed as my body went
rigid and I came, fireworks bursting inside my skull. I
passed out.
When I returned to this world, I was alone. He had raped
me, forced me to respond like a bitch in heat, and left
me tied. Semen, blood, and my own fluids were leaking
out of my slit onto the bedspread. My virginity ripped
from me. I thought of his cock sliding into my pussy and
started getting aroused again. I was a slut. The smell of
him still on my sweaty body, I cried into my pillow
wishing for his return.
*
This was the hardest part (literally) for Hal. He had to
jack-off several times to prevent himself from jumping on
top of Betty and fucking her silly. All this information
was recorded for use in the third phase of the plan. It
would take a few weeks to prepare. Now it was time to
initiate the second phase.
Hal genuinely did intend to help Betty become the person
she wanted to be. He could turn Betty into a sex toy or a
fuck robot, but he wanted more, much more.
The second phase involved physical alternations. No magic
or science fiction was involved. Hal began using simple
induction techniques to deal with Betty's weight problem.
He replaced desire for food with desire for him. To
achieve that desire she needed to make herself more
physically attractive.
When Betty felt depressed she would exercise instead of
eat to feel better. She was instructed how to perform
Kegel exercises whenever she could not easily get to the
gym. Kegel exercises strengthen the vaginal muscles and
can heighten sexual pleasure. A woman can perform them
anywhere for any amount of time without anyone being
aware she is doing them.
Betty "learned" that after she caused Hal to want her
she'd need to use both her body and mind to their utmost
to please Hal so that he'd never think to let her go.
Betty was instructed to change her diet and begin a
physical exercise program. Hal established some phrases
that would instantly cause Betty to fall back into a
hypnotic trance if the instructions needed fine-tuning.
Between the biofeedback, hypnosis, and drugs these
changes would become permanent with only minimal
reinforcement.
Critical to Hal's plans was the need to keep Betty's
level of sexual frustration high but unfulfilled for a
period of several months. The insertion of an orgasm-
block was a significant part of the conditioning. No
amount of sexual stimulation would enable Betty to cum.
Hal also strengthened and added to her sexual inhibitions
except that none of them would ever apply to him or his
stated commands.
Betty was blocked from initiating any kind of sexual
action even flirting with another person, male or female.
She would reject advances from anyone but Hal. It
bothered Hal a little that he was controlling Betty to
this degree, but this part was only temporary. He knew it
was necessary. If the radical improvements he predicted
for Betty's body occurred then she would become a target
for every horn-dog on campus. Her heightened level of
sexual need and frustration would make her an easy target
for any guy or girl if not for his precautions.
It was necessary to take breaks for meals and bathroom.
Hal detached the monitors and had Betty prepare their
meals. It was all the best low-calorie, high-fiber,
vitamin-enriched, healthy food. An 800-calorie designed
for someone who spent most of the day in bed. All the
foods that caused Betty's skin problems would be strictly
avoided from now on. Her mom had taught her to be a great
cook. Even though many of these dishes were new to her,
Betty learned them quickly. After meals, she cheerfully
cleared the table and cleaned the dishes when they were
done, usually humming a happy tune.
Betty was naked the entire weekend, but was now
programmed to believe this was a proper and "natural"
state when she was alone with Hal. Part of her
instruction was helping giving great head, something
she'd always been reluctant to do because it "tasted
funny".
Hal kept complimenting Betty on how well her sessions
were progressing. Her reward was a "special scrumptious
desert treat". Betty eagerly looked forward to her
"special scrumptious desert treat" following each meal.
Of course, it was the "indescribably delicious" cum Hal
shot down her throat at the climax of her blowjobs. She
always swallowed every last drop.
By the end of the weekend Betty was able to deep-throat
Hal's thick 9" cock without gagging. This was a
considerable relief for Hal who had been getting sore
from so many hand jobs. Hal would then have Betty go back
to the bed where he re-attached the equipment. Even with
Betty's help cooking and cleaning, the process was
exhausting for Hal.
Late Sunday afternoon, the phase two conditioning was
completed. Hal woke Betty had her dress and get in the
car. He explained that he had hypnotized her to eat less
and exercise more, but she would not remember anything.
This did not concern Betty at all. The strong sense of
trust she'd always had for Hal was now indestructible due
to the conditioning.
No matter what he asked, Betty would work hard to
convince herself it was what she needed to do. Hal's
overriding focus on the plan enabled him to avoid taking
advantage of this power.
Hal explained he would need to see her often over the
next several weeks to monitor her progress. This pleased
Betty greatly. She hoped that spending more time with Hal
would increase his attraction to her. Little did she know
how much Hal was already attracted to her or how close he
had come to screwing her.
Hal did provide some relief for himself on the long drive
home. The fact that she was wearing neither bra nor
panties seemed unremarkable to Betty. Neither did it seem
unnatural that she snuggled closely to Hal while he
periodically caressed her tits.
It kept Betty in an almost constant state of arousal. Hal
might pop a huge tit out of Betty's dress or have her
spread her legs to expose her wet pussy.
Betty loved the feeling of Hal's fingers on her skin, on
her breasts. She wished he'd caress her exposed, wet
pussy, but was happy that he was finally touching her the
way she had fantasized. Only the growing frustration that
he did not do more and she was not able to come marred
the drive back.
Betty was totally unaware of the orgasm-block. She did
not mention this for fear of breaking the wonderful mood.
A whisper from Hal's and his needs are eagerly taken care
of by Betty's soft lips now fastened around his cock.
Nearing climax, he pulls off the road until he shoots a
hot load down her throat.
They arrived back at Betty's dorm, pulling behind a large
tree in the parking lot. She straightened her dress, just
as he leaned over to kiss her. So absorbed was she that
it was not until he broke the kiss that she realized her
breasts had again been brought out of her dress by his
caressing hands. She leaned back, giving him greater
access, wishing that Hal would touch her moist pussy, or
better yet come up to her room, spread her out on the
dorm bed and take her.
It was not to be. Hal explained he had an early class
tomorrow. He allowed her to give his cock one last
blowjob before driving off. The submissive side of Betty
naturally allowed Hal to take the lead in all things
sexual without question. This would not change until the
fourth phase when Hal planned to make Betty more
assertive then she'd ever been in her life.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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