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Subject: {ASSM} : Kelly's Conversion Chapter 1 (M/F NC Drugged)
Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 08:10:05 -0400
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Note: This is my first story. I hope to make an ongoing series out of
this storyline. The people and events in this story are not real.
Comments and suggestions welcome and appreciated.
Thanks,
notmystory@kc.rr.com

Kelly's Conversion    



Prologue 
I had known her since fourth grade, her family had moved into to our
neighborhood that summer and she and her two twin brothers had all
started school that year. Kelly was a year older than the twins but
her parents had held her back so they would all be in the same grade.
I was always attracted to her, finding her beautiful even way back
then. Through junior high and high school she had always been very
athletic, being the star player on the girl's basketball, softball,
volleyball, and track teams. She was intelligent also.

Starting in junior high I had asked her out every year and every year
she blew me off never taking me seriously. You couldn't say we were
friends, but we did talk from time to time, but just about school stuff.
After graduation I went off to college to become a computer programmer
not knowing what had happened to her.

About a year after I had graduated college, I was working as a computer
consultant working at different job sites and working on a variety of
systems. I met Ryan, while working for the local power plant modernizing
their systems. He was just some lowly technician who had been assigned
to drive me to the different sites while I upgraded them. As the job
took two weeks, we had kind of become friends. At the beginning of the
second week, on Monday, he told me he was going to the bar that evening
to watch the football game and invited me to join him. I told him thanks,
but I don't drink. He said great, then you can be the designated driver.
Reluctantly I agreed to join him, never enjoying the bar scene, as I
didn't drink or smoke. I meet him at his place after work, where he
changed his clothes then he scribbled a note to his wife. Telling me
that his wife was at the Church, helping out with their vacation bible
school.

That night he had gotten drunk and stupid, even before the game came
on. Realizing this guy was a complete ass hole, as I then watched him
flirt with every gal in the place. All this while his wife was at
vacation bible school, what a winner. Remembering why I hated bars, I
hoped he wouldn't do anything too stupid, knowing I still had four days
worth of work to do with this genius. As the game played on, his state
went from drunk to shit faced, and as the game ended, our team losing, I
began to shuffle him back to my car, happy that this night was about over.

Ryan so drunk that he could barely stand, having to grab onto me to steady
himself several times. Once in the car we headed to his place. He just
kept chatting endlessly the whole time. He was a friendly, talkative
drunk and gave me his whole life story on the thirty minute drive, even
telling me about how timid his wife was. I mean really, what was he
thinking. We barely knew each other and yet here he was telling me how hot
she was, and how she is in great shape, as she went to the gym three times
a week. Then complaining about how boring in the sack she was, never
allowing him to try anything new, that they always had sex in the same
position and she wouldn't even let him leave the lights on when they
did it.

He went on about how he had begged her to let him take some Polaroid's
of her and how she went ballistic at the very thought. Wishing he would
just shut up, I just kept driving, not saying a word. As he continued
to go on about their relationship and their troubles. I was relieved
when I pulled into his driveway, watching him get out of the car and
stumble towards his front door.

He dropped his keys twice trying to open his door. Deciding that the lush
would never get in without some help, I got out of my car and joined him
at the front door, picking up his keys, as he dropped them once again. As
I asked him which key it was to open the door, he leaned against it, to
steady himself. As he started to reply to my question, the front door was
pulled open, causing him to fall forward into his wife.

As he fell forward, his hand had gotten tangled in her robe. Having
just gotten out of the shower, when she heard her husband trying to open
the door with his key, she had pulled on her long bath robe, and had come
down to let him in. As he pulled himself up, with her help, his arm pulled
her robe open, exposing me to a full frontal view of her body, as I stood
just to the side on the front porch. After steadying him, she pulled her
robe closed again, not realizing that I had just gotten a peek at her body.
As Ryan began to introduce us, I looked at her face. There in front of me
was Kelly, my Kelly from the old neighborhood.

Seeing he made it in okay, I told Kelly it was good to see her again,
and lying to her, I told her that I had had fun tonight. Going home
that night I laid in bed, thinking of Kelly and how great she had
looked. Thinking to myself what a younger me would have given for a
view of her like I had gotten tonight. I began to wonder how she had
married this retard, when she wouldn't even go out on a date with me.
Then it came to me. A fiendish plan to befriend her husband, and get
close to her. Then see what opportunities presented themselves to me.

The next week Ryan and I went back to the bar and watched the game even
though I had already moved onto another job. With a little work from
me, we became fast friends, as he was happy to have someone to get out
of the house with. As the months went by we started to hangout about
twice a week, Ryan grateful to have someone to drive him from bar to
bar. As time went on, I had learned that one of her brothers had
introduced her to Ryan, after the two men had meet at a bar. From there
they began to date, and eventually married. Having only been married
for six months when I had meet Ryan.

Kelly had been raised in a very religious family, and as she had matured,
she embraced her religion and found it rewarding. She taught Sunday
school to the toddler class even though she had no children of her own.
She also cleaned the church building, and was an assistant in the morning
Preschool class throughout the year, for which she was paid a meager
$150.00 a week. But since she was not doing it for the money, she found
it rewarding, and at 24, she found herself happy with her life, hoping to
have children of her own soon, once Ryan found a better job. Her only wish
was that her husband would give up his drinking, and embrace her religion.

Ryan was still pretty good friends with Chuck, one of Kelly's younger twin
brothers the two would often go to one of local casino's together a couple
of nights a week. Her brothers, not embracing their religious upbringing as
she had, were a couple of degenerates, each one moving from job to job and
always getting into trouble. Between spending a couple of nights out with me
and a couple out with her brother Chuck, the newlyweds Ryan and Kelly saw
very little of each other, over the next three years, as I worked my way
into their lives. I had built them a computer, so that Ryan could surf the
net, and to help Kelly prepare her Sunday school lessons. Kelly even asked
me to design and host her church's webpage, as I ran several webpages on
the side to boost my income. I got to really know her, as we worked
together on the church's webpage design, making it just the way that she
wanted it.

It was then that I decided that it was time to make my move.



                        Chapter One - The Setup


After pretending to be his friend for the last 3 years, in hopes of
getting a shot at his wife, my old crush from High School, I decided that
it was time to make things happen. Having set myself a backdoor into
their computer, when I gave it to them. I had also showed Ryan how to use
it to manage their finances, and pay bill's online. I had shown Kelly how
to use it to chat with her parents, who had moved to Chicago. Lastly
I allowed them to use the small ISP that I ran, to host webpages with, as
their Internet connection for free.

Having looked over their finances through the back door in their computer,
I saw that they were in bad shape financially. Seeing that they had two
mortgages on their home, and were behind on all of their bills, due to Ryan's
apparent gambling problem. Having played the part of the good friend, I
continually warned him to stay away from the casinos, but he never listened
to my warnings.

As I witnessed Ryan's destructive, downward spiral, I devised my plan. Ryan,
stressed from his financial problems, and reluctant to talk to me due to my
constant warnings to him. He began to go out more often, trying to drink
away his problem's, this led him into having a short lived affair with one
of the local barflies. I couldn't understand why he was cheating on his
beautiful wife with this women, seeing that she was over weight and not
very attractive in my opinion. Kelly on the other hand was gorgeous. I myself
being a face guy, I was drawn to her deep blue eyes and angelic face. Her
wavy brown hair dipping beneath her shoulders to the small of her back. Her
face reminded me of Kathy Ireland's only softer. I was in love with Ryan's
wife, my "friends" wife.

Having photographed his affair with the barfly I knew I could end his
marriage at any time, knowing that Kelly, with her religious beliefs would
never be able to accept his infidelity. That, combined with her gaining
the knowledge of their true financial troubles, would surely cause a
divorce. Who knows, if I played my cards right, I could sweep in and pick
her up, by being her white knight, but hearing Ryan's complaints about her
prudishness, I knew it wasn't enough to simply make her my wife, in fact,
it was no longer my goal. I knew I wanted to make her mine, my slave and my
whore, so that she would carry out all my wildest dreams and fantasies, her
own reservations be damned.

Having all the pieces in place I waited until Ryan was particularly
depressed, having just received a letter threatening foreclosure on his
home, as he was now five months behind on his first mortgage, and swamped
with bills totaling over $85,000.00. I broached the subject cautiously,
suggesting he let me help him refinance his house as the interest
rates where now the lowest that they had been in our lifetimes, telling
him that it could save him big money. Knowing he was about to lose his home
and cars and couldn't hide it from me or anyone any longer, he began to
explain his situation to me, unaware that I already knew it all.

I sat down and acted shocked, as he told me how suddenly he had hit a run of
bad luck at the casinos and gotten in bad shape. Of course I knew that his
sudden streak had been going on for over a year. He began to tell me how
he'd written bad check's, and had let Kelly do so unknowingly, also upwards
of $5000.00 dollars, and that there had been warrants issued for both of
their arrests over the matter. He explained to me the hell he'd gone through
having had his phone number changed, and the old one forwarded to his cell
phone and how he'd gotten their mail delivered to a post office box to insure
that Kelly didn't find out.

Having drunk several beers now, my treat of course, he began to cry,
telling me that there was no way to hide it from her now. Trying to comfort
him, I told him not to worry, that maybe he could ask his folks for some
help or maybe Kelly's family. Surely they'd help to keep their daughter out
of jail. He told me neither could help, reminding me of that which I
already knew, but only feigned ignorance for his benefit. His parents had
just filed bankruptcy on their small farm a year ago, and Kelly's parents,
her mother a cafeteria worker and her father, now disabled after a heart
attack, had been a janitor, so combined, they made less than his pitiful
salary. Not to mention the fact that they already disliked their alcoholic
son-in-law.

Pretending to contemplate the situation, I finally offered to help him,
telling him it would hit me hard in my wallet. Not letting him know that
the adult websites I hosted, netted me over a million dollars in the
previous year, and brought in over $90,000.00 dollars a month, and then
there was my day job. Never flaunting the money I had, in front of my
"friends", I had always let on that I was doing okay, but was still hoping
to do better. Although I made plenty from my web hosting, I still worked
as a consultant, because I enjoyed my work and it had its benefits.

Knowing how much money we were talking about, he told me that he couldn't
let me do that, it would be asking too much of anyone. I said fine, knowing
hat he wouldn't be able to hold out long.

After a half hour at the bar, and another beer for him, he turned and asked,
"Would you really be willing to do that?"

I looked back and said, "Maybe."

He looked at me and said, "Look, I'd do anything to make this all just go
away. Is there anything that I can do to get you to help us?"

I looked him in the eyes and said, "Yes."

"What, what would you want, in order to help me? Anything, I mean anything
you want, just name it." he pleaded, desperate to seal the deal.

"I want to fuck Kelly." I coldly responded.

To my surprise he sat for several minutes, thinking over my offer. As I had
expected a flat refusal, this was totally unexpected.

"Look I would certainly allow you to have sex with my wife, but Kelly, you
know her, she'd never go along with it, not in a million years. There's got
to be something else I...."

I cut him off. "She doesn't have to agree. I have everything figured out.
Now do you want my help or not Ryan?"

"Yeah, I want your help. If you think you got it figured out, then yes,
let's do it. Okay" He replied immediately.

I was shocked at how quickly he gave his wife over to another man. He really
was low, here was a guy who bragged how he had taken his wife's virginity on
their wedding night, and had been the only man she'd ever been with, and now,
with less than five minutes of deliberation, he had agreed to let another
man have her. Kelly deserved better than this guy, he was below her, too bad
she was in for worse.

I instructed him to take tomorrow afternoon off and meet me at my place at
2:00. He said okay, without even a single question. I had spent the
morning paying off Kelly's bad checks, not worried about Ryan's. I had
transferred $22,300.00 dollars into his account the amount of all of his
late bill's, enough money for him to get them caught up on all of their
debts. I knew that he wouldn't use the money for its intended purposes, so
I bought the mortgage to his house from the bank.

He arrived at my place late, 2:30, and he'd been drinking. I showed him
the deposit slip from his bank, telling him that I had placed more than
enough money, to get his bills caught up, and that I had taken care of
Kelly's bad checks and warrants, not mentioning his at all.

Next I said "Okay, just so that we have no misunderstanding, I want you to
go through the terms of your arrangement with me." handing him a piece of
paper, he read off aloud the terms of our deal, unaware that I was recording
the whole thing on video tape. No longer reading from the paper, when he was
asked what I got in return, he did an impromptu answer of "You get to fuck
the shit out of my wife Kelly."

The recording went better than I had hoped, thanks to his unscripted
comments, I hit the stop button on the remote in my pocket, ending the
recording. I handed him a small packet of white powder and instructed him
to put it in Kelly's juice when she got back from the gym that evening. I
told him to then go out with Kelly's brother Chuck, like he normally did.
Handing him a thousand dollar's cash and telling him to have fun. He told
me to do the same! Chuckling as he left, totally unconcerned for his wife.

I waited until 7:00 to leave, having already packed my bags and calling
a friend at the sheriff's department before I left. Arriving at Kelly's
house at 7:20, I used the key that I had gotten copied from Ryan's one
night when we'd been to out, and he was too drunk to notice. Entering the
house, I found Kelly sleeping on the couch, still wearing the leotard
and tights she had worn to the gym.

Setting the bag at my side, I reached out and touched her face, knowing
that I had less than thirty minutes before she regained consciousness.
Quickly setting up the two tripods I placed the camcorders in place and
pulled the hood over my head. I pressed record on each camera, making sure
that they were focused on my victim. Next I pulled out a pair of surgical
shears from my bag, and began to cut away her clothing. Moving up the left
side of her body, I sliced through her clothes with ease. Then moving on to
the right I sliced through just as quickly. Making sure I wasn't blocking
the camera's view, I peeled her leotard off of her, removing her tights with
it, leaving her front half exposed, but still lying on the back half of the
outfit. I rolled her to one side and then pulled it out from under her. Next
I reached into my bag, removed a syringe and a bottle of cleanser. Pulling
some cotton balls from my bag I cleaned off an area on her arm, and then
injected her with the syringe. Next I removed a leather hood from my bag
and placed it over her head.

Walking out of the kitchen and into the garage, I lifted the door and
backed my van in. After opening the back doors to the van, I went back
inside and packed things up and brought the bags out to the van. Going back
in, I placed a matching pair of leotards and tights in the restroom hamper.
Returning to Kelly's unconscious form, I lifted her up and carried her to
the van, depositing her in the back. I closed the doors and drove the van
out of the garage. I then lowered the garage doors, making sure that I
didn't lock it.

Back in the van I drove to her Church's building, only a few blocks away.
Once there, I drove around back and pulled up next to a door located next to
the dumpster. Climbing through the back of the van, I opened the rear doors
jumped down and unlocked the door into the building. Concealed between the
building and the dumpster, no one could have seen me carry her into the
building. I carried her into the chapel area of the building. Of course it
was empty this late in the evening. I laid her down on the table in the
front of the room and returned to the van, grabbing two of the bags.

Returning to Kelly, with the bags, I began to setup, I placed four Mini-DVD
camcorders around her. Once the cameras were in place, I removed her hood
and began to record from the cameras. In just a minute or two, she began to
move slowly at first, but then more deliberately. Not fully conscious, even
as she opened her eyes and began to moan, she began using her finger to rub
her clit.

I had chosen the drugs that I had used on her carefully, making sure that
in addition to raising her sex drive through the roof, it would allow her
to remember the events of the night, but not like a memory, rather more
like a dream, leaving her unsure of what really happened, or if anything
happened at all. The drug that I had given her was a powerful aphrodisiac,
and coupled with the drug that I had given to Ryan, to put into her drink,
had left her in a state of semi-consciousness. She was already on the brink
of an orgasm, as the drug coursed throughout her body, but she needed
something more to push her over the threshold.

As she rubbed her clit with her fingers, she began to moan loudly. Her
mind unaware of where she was, or of what was happening to her, but still
registering the sights from inside of the church building, yet unable to
put the pieces together. The drugs left her brain fried at the time, and
very open to suggestion.

I said to her? "Kelly, you want to suck a cock, don't you?"

Although she had never done it before, not even to her husband, she said,
"Yeah, I want to suck cock."

I told her to beg me to let her suck my cock, and she did. "Come on please
let me suck your cock." she pleaded.

I slid my member free from my pants. It was already hard and I placed it to
her lips. She just laid there stroking her cunt and moaning, unable to
achieve her release. Seeing that she didn't know what to do, I simply pushed
her cheeks together, causing her mouth to form a lovely 'O', then I shoved
my cock into her mouth. Disappointed by the poor blow job that I was getting,
I pulled my dick from her lips and asked her to beg me to fuck her.

"Please fuck me!" she cooed loudly, as I stepped around to her pussy.

I grabbed an ankle in each of my hands, and pushed her legs apart, as I
slid her around on the table. Looking down at her eyes, now wide open,
looking up at my hooded face, with a blank stare in them, as her drug
crazed mind tried to make sense of what was happening to her. Looking
down at the girl that I had wanted for more than ten years, I slowly slid
into her womanhood.

She closed her eyes and began to say, "Yes! Yes! Do it!" Needing to feel
her release.

Knowing that this was perfect for my needs, I continued to slowly thrust
into my dream girl. This caused her lust filled mind to overload and she
began to buck back at my dick, humping me. It felt great as she found her
release on my member, while I slid in and out of her repeatedly, taking note
as to how tight she was. I must admit I didn't last long that first night,
but that was okay, as I was sure I would get a second chance.

I returned her home after I had finished. I had chosen to shoot my load
across her toned athletic belly, as I wanted to leave her guessing,
wondering if anything really happened this evening or was it just a
dream. Collecting my equipment I returned her to her home and after
cleaning her up, I placed a night gown on her and put her in bed.

She awoke the next morning from a surreal dream. Remembering having
sex with a hooded stranger wearing black. As her mind said "No", but
her body screamed "Yes", she was unable to take control of her thoughts.
But as she looked around, she saw that she was in her own bed, alone,
wearing her night gown just like normal. It was just after 9:30 am, as she
finally got up and around. After showering and getting dressed, she noted
that once again Ryan had not made it home last night. As she rushed off to
the morning preschool where she worked, she gave little more thought to her
dream.

Once the children had left, she found herself drawn to the chapel. Inside
she looked around, as she walked towards the table at the front. As she
looked up at the ceiling, she had a strange feeling of remembering being
here in her dream, with the masked stranger. A chill ran down her spine and
she left to go home, being too scared to stay in the church building alone
today.

When she returned home she began to do her chores taking the laundry from
the hamper she started the wash unaware that her clothes had been switched
the night before. At about 1:30 the phone rang. It was Ryan, he had been
picked up for DWI last night on his way to the casino. This had been his
fourth time and, in addition, he had warrants out for his arrest about some
bad checks, he had explained to her and then asked her to bail him out.

Getting her keys, she grabbed her purse and started to leave. As she walked
out to her car she found an envelope placed under one of the windshield wiper
blades of her car. Inside it was a single photograph. A picture of her laying
across the table in the front of the chapel at the church, her eyes wide open
looking at the camera, as she laid nude with her fingers in her sex.

                  

End Chapter 1

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