The Slave, the Stripper and the Slut

by Chan Nei

  When she came Gina screamed at the top of her lungs and her consciousness exploded into fragments of bliss.

  Gina woke up on her living room couch, one hand up her shirt and the other down her underwear where it had become drenched in her wetness. She jerked up, looked around. She was alone. The only sounds she could hear were her own breaths and the distant clacking sound of Jake's shears cutting the shrubbery.

  "Wow, that dream was incredible!" Gina told herself, relieved because it had seemed too real. She went upstairs to take a shower. When she got out she took a long look at herself. She had packed on a few pounds from her suburban life style, giving her bigger boobs and a curvier figure. Her long silky, ebony hair and olive skin gave her a busty wench look, an appearance she thought highly attractive even if a little slutty. "Slutty." The word made her giggle. She had been taught that it was a bad word, for a person that did bad things and had a bad look, but somehow it didn't seem have those connotations for her anymore. Why shouldn't she show off her body? It was damn hot and if she could turn some heads and drive the boys wild, so what? Maybe she should get some hot clothes that would show it off. Something so tight and low cut it didn't leave anything to the imagination….

  Gina shook her head. Why was she thinking this way? Anyway, Dan didn't like her wearing anything remotely racy, and she called him Taliban Dan behind his back because of it.

  Gina put on a short bathrobe and went downstairs to return to her delayed plan of updating her Facebook page.

  "I'll post, 'Just had the sluttiest dream ever!'" There was that word again. She went into the kitchen, got a glass of water, then froze. There was Jake, working in the yard, powerful, handsome Jake!

  That power that had been released in her dream now reemerged and coiled around her mind and squeezed, strangling her common sense, suffocating her restraint, crippling her logic. Without hardly realizing it, she moved to the patio screen door in a trance like state and slid it open. As an outdoor breeze enveloped her, she realized that she was playing out a fantasy she had often had when Jake was working in the garden. Her hands undid the tie to her robe, letting it fall open to reveal the seductive flesh underneath. Her weighty tits bobbed in freedom, the robe outlined her luscious curves. Her neatly trimmed triangle of black pubic hair was open to view. Her olive-skinned body glowed in the sun with the sweetness of honey. She basked in the aura of her seductiveness

  Almost as an afterthought, Gina suddenly realized what she was doing. Jake still had his back to her. She could just retreat back into the kitchen and he would never know what she had just done. Somehow so simple an act did not occur to her. It was drowned out by the desire to feel Jake against her, in her. As she waited and watched Jake, she hoped against hope he wouldn't see her. She wished this bizarre moment would pass without anything happening.

  Jake turned and discovered her stare. Gina found herself throwing him the steamiest of looks and Jake was nearly bowled over by its power. His eyes roved over what she was so freely offering him and then locked onto hers. He began step toward her as if he were being drawn by some irresistible force of gravity. She awaited him passively, like she might an oncoming storm she could not escape. With each step, that part of her that was devoted, dear, sweet and good got smaller and smaller so that when he was right in front of her it was hardly even able to muster a squeak of protest.

  Gina hurriedly struggled to get his pants undone as he pressed against her, lifting her up on the kitchen counter. Her eyes went wide as she reached into his underwear, unleashing his plump prick, stroking the thickness of the shaft. Gina wanted it in her. She wanted to feel full with him, full of him. She tied herself to Jake, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, twisting her legs around his waist, grinding her swelling breasts against his chest. She drank in his cologne of earth and plant sap and tasted the saltiness of his sweat. Somehow both moved as one, clutching screams in their throats from escaping during their deepening gasps, pulling more tightly against each other as if to fight from collapsing into nothingness.

  "Deeper, Jake! Deeper! Harder! Fuck me, harder!" Gina hissed in Jake's ear and then she squealed as he filled her depths.

  "Faster! Faster, you fuck!" Gina found herself crying and Jake increased his tempo.

  Each push made her cry louder and louder. But it wasn't just Jake that was feeding her frenzy, it was her control of him. Gina realized that she had power over Jake, power over him to take her to greater ecstatic heights. The knowledge of this newfound control of him and potentially others like him, laced her pleasure and made it burn even more brightly. She could use him and other like him to feel this way. He would be the means by which she could offer herself in her new religion of sensuality.

  Gina and Jake reached the point of no return. She pressed her softness against the firm wall of his frame, digging her nails into his back and tasting the bitter taste of earth on his flesh. Then they jerked crazily as Gina felt as though every nerve was firing pleasure like of Fourth of July firework display.

  Jake started to move his lips but Gina quickly laid her fingers on them so he could not speak. There was nothing he could say that wouldn't spoil the moment. She left him to return upstairs for another shower. As she leaned shower stall with the water beating down upon her, her reason staggered back into existence.

  "What's wrong with me?" Gina asked herself. After being so good and devoted for years, she had become an adulteress, maybe even twice as she began to think her experience with the Doctor had not been a dream. She toweled herself off and went into the bedroom to get dressed.

  "Somebody has done something to me!" Gina decided. When she saw Claire and Rachel getting into a car, she had a good idea who.

  Gina tore downstairs and ran out to the two women. "You bitches, what have you done to me!" She yelled angrily.

  "We didn't do a thing. It was the Doctor's programming that removed your inhibition and allowed you to live out your hidden sexual fantasies." Rachel told her matter-of-factly.

  Claire laughed. "And what a fantasy life you must have. Two men since lunch. The nice and proper girls on the surface are always the closet sluts."

  The very mention of the word s made Gina's stomach do a tumble. It turned her on.

  "Whatever you and that bastard Doctor have done to me, make it stop!" Gina screamed desperately.

  "Why should anyone make it stop? You can't deny that you're enjoying yourself." Claire teased.

  "I'm not!" Protested Gina, almost halfheartedly. That part of her that lusted, that hungered for more sex, wanted more even if her rational self objected.

  "I bet if I asked, you to screw me, you'd do it right now." Claire said slyly.

  "No!" Gina cried breathily.

  "Come on, Gina." Claire pressed. "You're telling me you've never once thought what it would be like to go hot and heavy with a woman. You've never thought about the caress of that soft and sweet feminine flesh?"

  "No..." Gina gasped as her breasts responded to Claire's words, tingling with anticipation. She had wondered what is was like and now she felt the desire to know, right now.

  "So if I asked you to come upstairs, get into a 69 and press our faces into each other's thighs and eat out each other's pussies, you'd do that without so much as a second thought?" Claire said smoothly.

  The reaction caused by the vision Claire presented overwhelmed Gina. She fell to her knees before Claire. "Please!" She found herself saying urgently. "Please let me eat you, I want so much to eat you. Please let me fuck you!" She begged with increasing desperation, rubbing her cheek against Claire's thigh.

  Both Claire and Rachel were amazed by Gina's speedy transformation from a barking pit bull to a timid, needy kitten. Claire was beginning to like the affection but Rachel rolled her eyes and shouted, "Girls, will you quit it! If I am late to Miss Prymm's, she'll have me locked in a cage above the stage all night, watching everybody else having fun!"

  Claire nodded. "And she'll take me out of the rotation and who knows who I'll have
to service to get back in. See you, Gina."

  "What?" Gina said, slowly returning to her senses.

  Rachel grabbed Gina's hand and pulled her up. "Look, Gina." She told her. "Don't fight the programming. If you do, you'll go out of control. Do what it wants you to do and you'll be fine." She handed Gina a card. "Come to this address. It is a place where the new you can safely run wild."

  Gina read the card. It was for Miss Prymm's.

  "Only dress appropriately." Claire laughed. "You go all prudish like you usually do and they won't let you in."

  Gina was left standing in the street, her mind lost in confusion, a frame of mind that left her vulnerable to the programming's desire to get what it wanted. It opened the dark doors of her secrets and let out those playful secret thoughts that she had kept hidden away. Without hardly realizing what she was doing or why, she got into a car and drove to the mall.

  Gina went into her salon.

  "How do you want it today, Gina?" Her stylist ask. Gina always got her hair styled the same way. Dan didn't like change. She had always dreamt of coloring it blonde when she was fantasizing in THAT way. While her natural color was beautiful, she knew men preferred blondes and she was always tempted to go that way to drive the guys wild. Proper girls never did that sort of thing so she had never given into the temptation. Now she had no ability to resist it.

  "Blonde…" She said dreamily, unable to stop the thought from slipping from her lips. "Bright blonde."

  Gina left the salon with blonde hair as bright as rays of sunlight. She certainly got the effect she was looking for. She turned heads and she found she adored the reaction. Now for some different clothes. She wanted to see what the reactions would be to something more revealing.

  Gina stopped into Chucks of Rodeo Drive, a store that carried evening wear that might best be described as lingerie. When she left she was wearing a skin-tight red dress, that barely contained her pleasantly plump breasts and barely fell to her thigh. As if its size didn't make it revealing enough, the neckline plunged in a deep "v" nearly down to her belly and slits ran up the sides of the skirt to her waist, showing off the straps of her matching red thong. She wore long boots of matching red with incredibly high heels and black gloves that ran up her arms past her elbows.

  The reaction to Gina's hair was now amplified ten-fold. Male jaws dropped nearly to the floor as she walked by. They made her feel like she was 16 again. Again, she savored that sense of power she had experienced with Jake. All these men looking at her, they all had potential to be used. They were all helpless before her. She could take any that she wanted and use them as she wanted. Now she had to test what she could do with this new power.

  In the parking garage, she saw a handsome man getting out of a Ferrari. She slipped up to him, put her arms around him and whispered in his ear, "Take me for a ride?"

  In moments, Gina was crammed in the stranger's car, pressed against his chest, holding his head against her breasts as she took him deeply, savoring the fullness of his length. Intoxicated she bucked and writhed upon him, rocking back and forth. Her mouth went dirty again. "Come on, give it to me, you fuck! Give it to your slut!" She rode him so fiercely she could hear her slickness painting him with each hungry move. Everything she did was for her own pleasure. She could care less if he came. Maybe he already had.

  Gina could hear voices outside the car over her own pants and moans. Maybe someone could see her taking this guy. Maybe they were watching. Maybe they were people she knew, someone that would reveal to her neighbors that she was a slut, adulteress, a whore. Somehow, the idea didn't repulse her as it should, it only added to the sensations, made them stronger. She wanted them watching! She was now as brazen as she was hungry. Let them know who she was and what she could do! She worshipped sex now and all should know it!

  When the act lost its novelty, Gina relaxed and let herself go. She was paralyzed for a moment and then felt her cunt expand and explode, its power ripping through her. For a moment, reality was lost even if consciousness was not. When she came to, she rolled off the stranger, handed him the card Rachel had given her and ordered, "Take me there." She licked her lips as he started the car. She bet she could make this guy do anything. She only had to flash her chest at him and he would probably give her his car. The power she now had was intoxicating. Smiling, she caught sight of herself in the window's reflection.

  "What am I becoming?" Gina asked herself as the electricity of her passion faded from intoxication back to compulsion. It was rhetorical question. She knew what she was becoming. A slut. The old fantasies were back with her now. The ones that had led to those isolated nights of pleasure back in high school. They were scenarios she thought she had thrown away as improper the next day. She hadn't gotten rid of them though. They were still there, in her mind, waiting for the chance, like now, where they could come out and play themselves out in reality.

  Gina knew now that she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't stop what she was going to become. Rachel was right. But was that so bad? She could use other men, and even women, like she was using Ferrari guy. With her body and looks could pick them up at whim, have them pleasure her until she got bored and then discard them. Gina laughed out loud. Those fools—the Doctor, Claire, Rachel, the mysterious Miss Prymm. They all thought that through this change that Gina would be a slave, but instead she was a mistress. She would show them. She would go to this Miss Prymm's and show them all what she had truly become!

  The stranger dropped Gina off at Miss Prymm's manor house. She didn't even say good bye or thank him for the ride. He had been as much a tool as Jake had been.

  Gina confidently entered the house to revel in the elite strip cub that lay within but was still surprised by what she discovered there. She gasped when she saw Claire, proud and elegant Claire, strutting and shaking her naked body on stage before a lustful crowd. And there was Rachel, smart and confident Rachel, also nude, in the lap of some crude guy, laughing as he pawed her. Gina walked into the hall, making only the tiny steps that her dress would allow.

  The woman that had been at the Doctor's met her. "Well, well, well." Miss Prymm said in greeting to the vamped up Gina. "You came suitably addressed for my establishment."

  Gina glared back at Miss Prymm. "The real question is whether your establishment suitable enough for me." She said haughtily.

  Miss Prymm smiled at the display. "Come then." She said. "I have someone very special for you to meet."

  Gina followed Miss Prymm deeper into the manor, transfixed by the scenes of licentiousness and sensuality that were being played out around her. Even though she would not be taking to the stage as a brazen stripper like Claire, even though she would not giggle her way through a crowd of groping customers like Rachel, this place felt somehow comfortable to her, fitting her as tightly as her dress.

  Miss Prymm accosted a man in a lightly tied white robe. He was bald but in the way that makes some man exquisitely handsome. His skin was tight against his broad musculature. There did not appear to be an ounce of fat on him. Unlike the other customers who were going wild with their lusts, this man retained a powerful sense of dignity.

  Tapping the man on the shoulder, Miss Prymm made a brief introduction. "Alan, Gina, Gina, Alan." Gina threw an alluring glance that had worked so well in bringing Jake and the stranger under her control. She would show Miss Prymm that no man could resist her. This one smirked to show he was not impressed.

  "You're new." His voice rumbled.

  "Yes." Gina replied in a wavering voice, unnerved by the failure of her wiles. She started to collapse into her old self.

  "You have yet to realize your true self." He observed.

  Gina pulled back as she realized a sudden truth. This man…there was something about him. He was the last step. She knew it. If she went with him, she could never turn back. Her old life would be gone forever. Her husband, her family, her friends, they would be part of a different reality and she of another. In her fear, he summoned her last reserve
of strength to fight her reprogramming. Alan saw her resistance and smiled.

  "I will teach you." He said and took her hand and pulled it into her robe. She felt his manhood. It's velvety warmth hard against the palm of her hand. She had always had a fascination with the penis and how it was the ultimate masculine reaction to her presence. When it grew and firmed, it was an open and honest confirmation of her allure, unsullied by false words and posturing. It was a scepter of her power, she knew that, but she rarely had a chance to wield it. Dan had never wanted him to touch his, probably because it wasn't that big. Without realizing it, she was squeezing and tugging it, making its veiny presence almost hum. He leaned back his head slowly and his lashes fluttered. She did control him! Gina laughed. She did control this man! Her tugging became deeper.