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                           Kelly's Conversion
                               Chapter 2
                   (M/F NC blackmail, humil, drugged)
 

 

Kelly drove to the jail. to bail Ryan out, in complete shock, unsure of what
he had really done, and why this was happening to them. As she arrived at the
jail, she began to question in her mind, if Ryan had somehow had something to
do with her being raped in the church, as well as the pictures that were taken
of her rape. He had hounded her for the entire first year of their marriage to
allow him to photograph her in the nude. She had always refused his requests,
until finally he stopped asking her.

As she was paying his bail, to get him out of jail, she asked the officer when
he had been arrested. He told her that Ryan had been arrested at 7:18 PM last
night, as well as having given the location of the arrest. Hearing where he
was stopped, she realized that it was over 25 minutes away from their house,
and he had been arrested only ten minutes after she remembered last looking at
the time. She therefore ruled Ryan out as a suspect, but she was now at a loss
for whom to blame. She then felt sure that it must have been someone from the
church, where the picture had been taken.

After six hours, she finally got him out of jail. His court date was thirty
days from now. I started to hang out more with Ryan and Chuck, Kelly's brother,
getting as friendly with him as I could with him. I tried to stay away from
seeing Kelly in person, and limited my contact with her, to that of online
chating.

I had watched her online chat log with her mother for that month leading up to
Ryan's court date. Kelly was worried that he was going to be put in jail for
at least six months, as he had been warned the last time, by the judge, what
would happen if he was caught drinking and driving again.

The judge though tempered and even, sentenced Ryan to a year in jail. He also
ordered him into a rehab program, and suspended his driver's license for the
next two years. Kelly said goodbye to him in the court room.

I hid in the back of the court room and watched the entire situation unfold.
Thank god the DWI dockets are so full, that neither Kelly nor Ryan even
noticed me sitting in the back.

She returned home that day, and immediately got on the computer to chat. I
made sure that she thought that she was talking to her mother. We chatted for
hours, she told me all of her concerns and worries. I just listened mostly,
not giving her much advice.

The chat began to draw to a close, between Kelly and I, with me playing the
part of her mother. Then, using the name of "urworstfears", I sent a message
to her, under her chat name of "kellryan", which I had set up for them.

Urworstfears: I know your secret.

Kelly didn't respond.

Urworstfears: I know what you did that night that your husband was arrested.

Still she refused to answer my chat.

Urworstfears: I will show the whole world, starting with your church what you
did. Is that what you want?

Still she didn't reply. I was troubled that I wouldn't find the right thing
to say, in order to get her to respond. Then a light bulb went off in my head,
and I began to type again.

Urworstfears: Maybe your mom, or especially your dad, would like to see a
video of their little girl's performance that night. What the hell, how about
your brothers too!

Finally, I had found the right buttons to push and she replied.

Kellryan: I don't know who you are, or what you're talking about.

Urworstfears: I think that deep down you do. You remember how you defiled the
lord's holy church that night.

Kellryan: Who are you?

Urworstfears: I'm your worst nightmare. I'm someone who knows you for the hot
little slut that you really are.

Kellryan: I am not a slut! Whatever happened that night was a mistake, and I
honestly don't even remember what happened that night.

Urworstfears: You showed me what a true slut you really are. You took me to
your church, and climbed up on the table in the chapel and undressed. Then you
masturbated yourself, until you were slick with your sex juices, and hornier
than a hoot owl, and then finally, you begged me to let you suck my cock. Then
to top that off, you begged me to fuck you too!

Kellryan: I would never do any of that. You're lying. Goodbye

Urworstfears: If you don't hear me out, the first ones who will see that I'm
telling the truth will be your brothers, and then you folks. Is that what you
want?

Kellryan: No! Please don't do that! What do you want from me?

Urworstfears: I want you.

Kellryan: But I'm a married woman. You can't have me.

Urworstfears: Oh, but your husband says that I can. He sold you to me.

Kellryan: I don't know what you're talking about. Ryan would never do that.
Who are you?

Urworstfears: I am your new master.

Kellryan: I don't believe you! I'll ask Ryan, as soon as I can about this.

Urworstfears: Why bother, just go to www.kellytheslut.com, and you can see
what he thinks right now. I'll wait.

I waited the several minutes it took for her to get back to me. Knowing what
she would see on her internet browser, when she typed the URL in, that I had
directed her to. I had actually placed the web site right on her machine, so
that the video would play without hesitation. When she first typed in the URL,
she saw a scanned version of a contract, signed by her husband, and then,
there was a link to the video of him discussing the deal with me.

I had edited it, to allow her to only see Ryan telling someone, off camera,
why he needed the money, and how much money he needed, along with what he
would give the unknown person for the money. "You can fuck the shit out of
Kelly." I had taken a little artistic license in the editing process, but it
served my purposes, which was to show Kelly, that her own husband had sold her
out.

Kellryan: Whatever arrangement you have with Ryan, is between you and Ryan.
I won't have anything to do with it.

Urworstfears: Fine! Then check out your church's Website.

I waited, knowing that she would see the photos of herself masturbating in the
church, along with the video of her begging to suck the masked man's cock, and
to have him fuck her, while she laid right there on the table in the main
chapel.

Kellryan: What do you want to take those pictures off of the church's page?

Urworstfears: I want you to walk to your backdoor and pick up the box sitting
out there and bring it inside. I then want you to put on the clothes that are
inside of it, no more, no less, and then go to the address that is written
down on the paper inside of the box. You are not tell anyone else about this,
especially where you are going, or else the rest of the world will see all of
your photos and video's, just like Ryan wants.

Kellryan: If I do that, then do I get the videos and photos back?

Urworstfears: Yes.

Kellryan: Who are you?

Urworstfears: If I don't see you in the outfit, at that address in one hour.
Everyone you know will see those videos and photos.

Kellryan: Alright, I'll be there, have the videos and photos.

I went to the house that I had purchased for this little endeavor, and began
to prepare for her arrival. Kelly went to her back door, opened it, and took
the box inside. As she went to open it, her hands were trembling, she didn't
know what to expect. Inside of the box, on top, was a thin, clingy black skirt, and
underneath it, an almost sheer white blouse, that buttoned down the front.
Having removed those two garments from the box, she saw that there was a tiny
pair of black panties, a white half cup bra, a pair of black silk stockings,
and black, high heeled mules.

She blushed, as she had never worn anything so wicked in her life. Even with
a bra underneath, you could see right through the material of the blouse. The
panties were so tiny, that she had to really look at them, to even realize
that they were panties, g-string style. The stockings she guessed would hold
themselves up by a built in garter, and being still in the package, she hadn't
yet seen the design of a snake winding it's way around her legs and ending with
the head high up on the insides of her thighs, with it's mouth open and it's
tongue sticking out, as if ready to bite her pussy. The shoes had heels higher
than she had ever worn, being four inches in height, and they were as thin as
a pencil. The top of the shoe only had a tiny strap covering her arch, and were
otherwise open, exposing her feet. But the most embarrassing this was the bra,
since the blouse was see-through. It was designed, she determined by looking
it over carefully, to raise her breasts high onto her chest, and would leave
everything exposed, from her areolas up.

As she pulled these items out of the box, she found the note, containing both
the address that she was to go to, as well as additional instructions. There
was also a tube of lipstick and a matching jar of nail polish.

The instructions read, "Get out of your clothes, shower, and put only these
clothes on. Also, paint both your toe nails and your finger nails with the
nail polish enclosed, and also apply the lipstick enclosed heavily. I will
also expect you to use your own eye liner and eye shadow, again heavily. Then
come over to 123 Kentucky Street.

Kelly looked at her watch, and in a panic, realized that ten minutes had
already gone by. She quickly showered, then beginning with her toes, started
to apply the nail polish, as it had to dry, before she could get dressed, at
least her toe nails. After getting dressed, she felt more naked dressed as she
was, than if she had been truly naked. The panties covered the front of her
pussy slit, just barely, but then becames a stinge as it bisected her pussy
lips and ass cheeks, making it look, especially from behind, as if she wasn't
wearing anything at all. The bra wasn't much better, it was a front catch
style, and the shoulder straps weren't even adjustable. This caused her large
breasts to ride very high on her chest, which in turn made them stick out much
further in front of her than her normal bras did, which made it look like she
was even bigger chested than she was. In addition, her nipples were being
obscenely displayed over the top of the half-cup brassiere.

Her skirt was so short, that it barely covered the tops of her stockings and
she was constantly tugging it down. As she looked in horror at her reflection
in the mirror, her nipples were plainly visible, right through her blouse. She
had blanched, as she finally had rolled the stockings all the way up her
shapely legs, to see the image of the snake, it's mouth open and tongue
sticking out, just below the hem of her short skirt. After applying a quick
coat of nail polish to her fingers, she picked up her shoes, not wanting to
put them on until she got to where she was going.

But on the way out, she caught her reflection in the mirror, and decided that
she just couldn't go out in public, dressed this way. She hurried back into
the bathroom, whipped out her hair drier, to blow dry her wet nails, so that
she could put a coat on over her "outfit". Once her nails were dry, she
quickly threw on a long jacket, grabbed her shoes and left.

The hour had passed quickly, when I heard finally heard the door bell ring. I
turned on the intercom, and using a recorded voice, I ordered her to come in.
Watching from the upstairs bedroom, I saw her enter the house wearing a long
jacket. I spoke into the intercom, ordering her to take off the jacket.

"Did I say that you could wear a jacket? Take it off!" I commanded.

As she removed the jacket, I could see that she had put on the outfit that I
had sent her. She stood there wearing the thin black skirt, that clung tightly
around her perfect hips. I could see her large breasts straining against the
sheer blouse, and could easily see her nipples through it, and they were
already hard, tenting her blouse.

As she walked further into the house, unsteadily on her four inch mules, she
looked around, unsure of where her mystery man was. I spoke into the intercom
again, telling her to have a seat in the living room. She stopped, demanding
that I show her the video and the photos. I informed her that the photos were
in the living room, and told her that she would be given the video, when she
had satisfied my requirements.

Reluctantly, she entered the living room. She saw nothing out of the ordinary,
and luckily, she still hadn't seen the cameras that I had mounted throughout
the house. I spoke into the intercom again, asking her to pour herself a glass
of wine. She tried to tell me that she didn't drink, but I told her that she
did tonight, just one glass.

Kelly picked up the bottle of wine, and after inspecting it, decided that it
was okay. The plastic was still wrapped around the cork. You would have needed
a magnifying glass, to see where I had pushed the needle through the cork, and
shot the drugs into it. She popped the cork and poured the glass. As she sat
waiting for my next directions, I hung up the phone, and started down the
steps.

As I walked into the living room, wearing my hood with the voice disguiser
built into it, I said, "Drink the wine my pet."

Kelly, startled by my presence, turned to look at the masked stranger behind
her, obviously trying to figure out who I was. I heard the tow truck pull up
out front. I walked closer to her, wanting to make sure that she didn't hear
the noise of the truck hooking up to her car and taking it away. I asked. "Are
you on birth control?" She looked at me, startled by the bluntness of my
question. "Well my pet, do you take the pill or not?"

"Yes, I take the pill, but I hope you don't think I'm ...."

I cut her off saying "Drink the wine, now."

Hearing the tone in my voice, and knowing that it just might help her get
through this evening, she began to sip the wine. I began to walk around the
couch, looking her over and admiring her body. She had kept herself in great
shape, but as I walked around her I made a mental note of the changes I would
need to make.

As she finished her glass of wine, I heard the tow truck pull away, no doubt
carrying her car away. Once she had finished the glass, I asked her to follow
me. I guided her into the next room. I had the room half darkened, so that I
knew that she couldn't see what awaited her there.

I instructed her to sit down in the arm chair, in the corner of the room. She
somewhat tripped over it, as the drugs were beginning to cloud her mind. I
went into the darkest corner of the room, and returned carrying a bag. I
pulled a ball gag from the bag, and while holding her mouth open, I stuffed it
into her mouth.

She tried to stop me, but was too drained and light headed, to put up much of
a fight. The last thing she managed to say, just before I had the gag in place,
was "What have you done to me?", as she realized that she had been drugged
again.

Now having her gagged, I reached under her short skirt, and ripped the tiny
panties off of her. She tried to struggle, but I had chosen them in part, due
to their flimsiness, and they easily came off of her. Once I had her panties
off, I pulled her legs out to her sides, and threw them over the arms of the
chair that she was sitting in, tying her ankles to the short ropes that I had
set up for this purpose. The action caused her to slide further down in the
chair, pushing her skirt even further up her body, exposing her womanhood and
the thin layer of hair covering it.

I then took out the shaving cream and straight razor from the bag. Kelly began
to struggle again, trying to free herself, as she knew what I was about to do
to her. Her struggles irritated me, so I slapped her with the back of my hand,
hard across her face. The shock caused her to stop her struggling. I applied
the shaving cream to her pussy, and shaved away all of her crotch hair, even
around her anus, leaving her twin fuck holes completely visible for all to
see.

After wiping the remaining shaving cream and loose hair from her body, I began
to explore her sex with my tongue. She began to kick and buck, as I licked her
pussy. I grabbed her breasts, and began to squeeze them, while pinching her
pink erect nipples. She began to groan under the gag, obviously excited by my
attentions and I could taste her juices beginning to flow. I knew I had to
have her now.

I stood and walked over to the darker side of the room again, this time
returning with one of my digital camcorders, and set it up on a tripod. Seeing
the camera, she began to try to escape from the chair again, forcing me to
slap her across the face once more. Again she was subdued by the slap, and
relaxed back into the chair, as I dropped my pants in front of her.

Although she had seen my cock before, she was so drugged out that time, that
it really hadn't registered in her head, even after seeing pictures of herself
sucking on it and having it pounded into her cunt. Now she was truly seeing it,
up close and personal, for the first time, for all practical purposes. While
I'm no stud, nor am I even close to being porn star material down there, I am
somewhat longer, and quite a bit thicker than most men, certainly longer and
thicker than Ryan.

She stared at my cock, her eyes going wide with fear that I'd fuck her with
it, now that both of our sexes were naked and exposed. Just moments later, as
I was making my move on her, I realized that her nipples and clit were now
both really erect, where they hadn't been so erect just moments ago, and her
pussy was starting to leak it's lubricating juices, indicating that she had
to be at least partially turned on by all of this, and I hadn't even given her
anything this time, to increase her arousal, so it was all her own doing.

She could say what she wanted, not that she was doing much talking with the
gag in her mouth, but you know the type of woman. She's sexually excited and 
although it plainly shows, she'll deny it to her dying breath, claiming that
the room is cold, or some equally lame excuse. This was the case here, Kelly
was getting excited, and it showed, but she wouldn't even admit that to
herself. I too was already excited, and my cock was as hard as a steel shaft,
from my having played around with Kelly's sexy body. 

As I thrust my cock into her cunt, for the first time this evening, I looked
over at the camera, making sure that it was recording her violation. I also
made sure that she knew that the camera was recording her having sex with me,
as her eyes followed mine, over to the camera. Holding her legs even further
apart, I drove into my old crush, thrusting in and out of her her as
mercilessly as I could. I used her, as I had wanted to all those many years
ago.

While I was fucking her, I finally freed her tits, from the sheer top that I
had sent her to wear, opening the buttons and unclipping the hook between her
boobs. I felt a power and control that I had never felt before, as I thrust
into her, while kneading her naked tits in my hands. She struggled under me,
but her struggles were weak, from the wine and the drugs, as I continued
pounding my cock into her cunt, until she just lay there under me, accepting
her fate.

After twenty minutes of fucking her religiously, pun intended, I finally
released my seed inside of her. I left my penis inside of her, until it
finally began to soften and fell out. I then began to dress, as I was
expecting company. She just sat there, lewdly displayed in the chair, looking
up at me. I walked over to the camera and panned it up and down, over her body
several times. She didn't move, as she was afraid of getting slapped again.

I reached back into the bag and pulled out a hair net. I placed the hair net
on her head, and began to stuff her hair into it. I then pulled out a blonde
wig, and using bobby pins, I attached it to her. Not concerned about how it
really looked, I merely pinned the wig to her own hair. I then pulled out a
black leather hood. The hood had two eye openings, so that she would be able
to see everything that was going on. Her gagged mouth was covered, and there
was a hole in the back of the hood, for her hair to be pulled out of.

As I laced the hood, I pulled some of the hair from the wig, out the back of
the hood. Kelly didn't struggle or fight with me, even as I placed the small
padlock in place, locking the hood onto her face.

I heard the car pull up and looked over at Kelly. I could see that she hadn't
heard the the car drive up. I got up and walked out of the room. I headed for
the front door, leaving her laying sprawled open in the chair, her legs and
pussy spread wide open, with my seed dripping down her thighs. I removed my
hood, as I walked to the front door, and placed it, and the voice disguiser,
in a drawer near the door.

I opened the door just as Chuck and John walked up to it, and said hello to
the guys. I told them how sorry I was to hear about Ryan's sentence, and how
I had hired some entertainment for the night. As we walked back to the room,
I told Kelly's brothers all about the prostitute that I had hired for the
evening.

I explained to them that she was young, and new to the business, and was too
shy to say anything. I also told them how she liked it rough, and had agreed
to let me tape it, for an extra $200.00, on the agreement that we didn't take
her mask off. The twins were now chomping at the bit, to get to the little
slut, and began joking about how they were going to use this "bitch".

I looked Kelly straight into her eyes, as I walked in with her two brothers,
as she lay there gagged and half undressed in front of them. John made a
comment about how he loved blondes, as he began to undress. Chuck walked over
to the now crying girl, and began to pinch her tits roughly, telling her of
his plans for her.

I stood back, zooming the camera in, as her two brothers began to prepare to
fuck their older sister, unknowingly. I looked deep into Kelly's eyes, as she
sat there, half laying on her back, and crying, while trying to say something
through her gag. Her deep and penetrating eyes pleaded with me to stop this,
before it was too late. I looked over at my new pet and smiled broadly.

End Chapter Two.