The Slave, the Stripper and the Slut

by Chan Nei

  Alan put his hands on Gina's shoulders. "Yes, you are shedding all that has held you back. This night, you will become what you were always meant to be, a slut—the Slut!"

  The old Gina recoiled at the word, astounded by how illusory her control of this man appeared, but she did not release his prick. Somehow, that made him more attractive to her. "No…I can't" She protested but she was drunk on his possession of her and would not pull away.

  "You can. You must." Allan told her firmly, and she shrank beneath his rising dominant tone. "You will!"

  The man pulled Gina on to a small stage and shrugged his robe off to reveal his full nudity. He spun Gina around. Firmly but gently he undraped her breasts from her dress. After bending her over slightly, he hiked her skirt over her ample ass and quickly filled her with himself. Gina was so lost in the moment she barely realized what was happening until it happened. She was slick so he went in easily and despite the animalism of his action, he was surprisinglygentle. She was so full, she was almost overflowing. She was so tight she could feel him pulsing within her. She was trapped in the bonds of his powerful arms and the web of ecstasy his was pulling tight around her body. One hand thumbed her clit into throbbing hardness, the sensation breaking down the already fragile frame work of her self-control. His other hand kneaded a breast and tugged and squeeze a thick hard nipple, driving her into a frenzy. As incredible as these feelings were, the utmost sensation was just the thought of his waist bucking up against her ass' smooth softness. It was the sign of how vulnerable she was not just in body but in mind. He was the consummate lover. The Doctor, Jake, Ferrari guy, they all had been good in their own way, but Alan was an artist, and he was using his powers to flail away all the last remaining traces of inhibition so that her hunger could run free.

  "Surrender your past." Allan commanded her. "Surrender all you know. Surrender yourself."

  His mastery of Gina was complete and she accepted each order without hesitation. Her past, her knowledge, her sense of self became irrelevant to her, allowing all the sensations she endured to become magnified and replace everything she had given away. She gasped and smiled, her countenance becoming wild.

  "You are only this feeling." Allan told her. "You are only this ecstasy. It is all you are and will be. You want it and nothing else. No intimacy, no connections, not attachments, no thought, only the feeling."

  Gina awareness of the sensations Alan was stoking, swelled over her. Her pounding heart, her hungry breaths, her contracting cunt, the wonderful tingling emerging from her tits and burning through her body, even the sweat oozing from her pores, these made the ingredients for the new language in which she thought and lived.

  A crowd had gathered to watch Alan screw Gina in a hungry silence. At first, Gina had felt one last trace of shame in her being used as a source of an exhibition. But as she fell into her chasm of her lusts, she ceased to care. These onlookers took on new roles for her. She reveled in her ability to stoke their desires. Through them seeing her body in the throes of sex, her arousal spiraled higher. And again she ceased to see them as people and individuals; she saw them as the means to enjoy her own body. That man, the long tongue in his dropping jaw, how would that feel on her cunt. That woman with the breasts the size of small apples, how would they taste as she sucked them. They were all avenues to different experiences of sensuality and she wanted to take each one.

  "You are the Slut." Allan told her.

  "I am the Slut." Gina repeated breathily.

  "The Slut is not a mere word or a description. It is not even a state of mind. It is a state of being." He said, carving his words into her consciousness.

  "I am the Slut." She replied, accepting the mold that he had made for her with her whole heart.

  Alan sensed she was reaching climax but he wasn't ready to let her reach her without obtaining complete, abject surrender.

  "Tell them who you are!" He growled, referring to the crowd watching them.

  "I can't!" Gina sobbed, because that one last part of her old self remaining knew that, when she did, it would be all over. She would be the being the Doctor's programming had created for now and forever.

  "Tell them!" Alan hissed and bit her ear.

  "A slut…" Gina said softly.

  "Louder!" Alan commanded.

  "A slut! A slut!!! A SLUT!!! THE SLUT!!!!" Gina shouted over and over. With these words, her insides felt as if consumed in fire, which ran fully from her toes to her brain. She felt herself clench herself and his cock and then convulse spasmodically. Her consciousness seemed to leave herself and spiral into the sky. She pressed her ass against him and jerked spasmodically as screams slipped from her lips.

  The Slut shortly returned to reality. Though exhausted she was hungry to feel more. She turned to Alan and recognized him as he was: her mentor and a kindred spirit. He existed as she now existed to seek out and savor sensual pleasure. "Please…again!" She gasped.

  Alan held her close but shook his head. "No, Slut, sex is like good food, one must experience different dishes to appreciate the glories of it."

  The Slut nodded her head. After her released her, she stepped in the crowd, disheveled and stained with sex but determined to have more. She grabbed a man by the collar and pulled him close. "You'll do." She told him fiercely. "And so will your friend!"

  Gina had many more partners that evening. When she woke up the next morning it was in the arms of someone she didn't even know but she felt quite at home.

  Epilogue

  Rachel poured Dr. Donald Dunlop a scotch and presented the drink to him.

  The doctor eyed the scotch and then the mostly nude woman in her slinky pink thong, with its cheeky pink bow in the middle, and matching pink high heels. He was still amazed at how at ease Rachel was in her new personality, even though his inventions were the cause of that effect. And though the doctor had a natural affinity and concern for all three of his test subjects, Rachel was his favorite. This preference was not because he had enjoyed Rachel’s body more frequently than the others. He loved her. His blood burned for her. And, yet, though she was a slave, his slave, he could never command her heart as he could her mind and body. That belonged to another—Claire.

  “How do you feel, now that you are…free?” Dr. Dunlop asked Rachel. He had disengaged the chip he had implanted in her and the others. Rachel, Claire and Gina were now unrestrained by the programing he had imposed upon them.

  “I am still your girl, Sir.” Rachel said as she knelt before him. She wore a bright smile of contentment for she was happy as had ever been in her life. She took such pleasure from simple acts, like pouring a scotch and kneeling under the adoring gaze of her master. Such delight in the mundane intensely magnified the experience of more complex tasks like making love.

  “Do you miss the old you?” The doctor wanted to know.

  “Not in the least, Sir.” Rachel told him. “It may seem strange to say, but I feel much freer now. I am the way I always wanted to be. I know that Claire and Gina feel the same about themselves.”

  Dr. Dunlop smiled warmly. “What shall they do now?” He asked.

  “Claire has received Miss Prymm’s permission to tour as Morganna across the country and even take her act to Europe. Gina is in…several open relationships.”

  “What about their husbands?” The doctor asked. “What about your husband.”

  “We are free.” She responded. “It’s better this way. The others were in bad marriages. I was ok in my relationship, but I married for love, not for passion. Now I have both. I wasn’t really happy like I am now.”

  The doctor nodded, smiled and sipped his scotch. “That was my goal. To make you the way you wanted to be. As happy I am that my research was successful, I am especially gratified that you and the others obtained much good from it.”

  Rachel bowed her head and smiled.

  “I have to leave.” The doctor announced suddenly.

  Rachel fought the urge to look up, to cry out in protest, to ask what
would happen to her. She steadied herself and tried to stay as still as possible. She tried to fight back the tears welling in her eyes.

  “I must try to reproduce my results in other settings. With others like you in need of my help.”

  Rachel meekly nodded her head.

  “I’m giving you away, my girl.” The doctor told her. “I give you to Claire. She will be your mistress.”

  Rachel clasped her hands and squealed with joy.

  The doctor laughed. “Dress, go to her, tell her of my gift and obey her as you would me.”

  “Yes, yes, my Sir!’ Rachel exclaimed. She put on some things, gave the doctor a kiss and disappeared from his life for good.

  Dr. Donald Dunlop finished his scotch and went to a bookshelf. He pulled out an atlas and thumbed its pages.

  “Where to next?” He wondered.