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Re-posting, redistribution, inclusion in another work, or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free- access, noncommercial archive sites. -------------------------------------------------------- Becoming a Winner {MF, 1st, mc, reluc, light bd} by Benwa (benwa@hushmail.com) Enhanced by graphics at http://www.angelfire.com/film/benwa/ *** 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 21