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~Subject: TG story: "Savage Fantasy"
~Date: 5 Jun 1996 22:25:01 GMT
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Falling asleep late one Winter night, I drifted into a strange dream.
Waves of force seemed to be passing through me as I tossed and turned--and
finally my slumber seemed to be ending.
   I woke up atop a smooth stone surface, feeling a warm nautical breeze
and hearing the distant sound of gull-like birds. Lazily opening my eyes,
I squinted in the bright light of dawn,  staring sleepily upwards at a
bright tropical sky with two large moons. 
   Still groggy, I began to realize I wasn't in my bed any more--that I'd
arrived somewhere else. I dimly realized that I could feel a summer breeze
caressing my bare body, and I slowly turned my head--feeling long, soft
hair slip across my face--and saw a strange, exotic-looking beach, 
surrounded by shimmering, mirror-like cliffs, facing a vast, calm sea. 
Still partly asleep, I continued turning my head--but I suddenly froze in
alarm as I  caught my reflection in the mirrored cliff.
   I saw Cindy Crawford. 
   The supermodel was almost completely nude--her entire voluptuous body
was beautifully exposed, its smooth, bronzed skin glinting in the crisp
morning light. . Her shapely curves were ornamented--you couldn't really
say "dressed"--like a Boris Vallejo "fantasy" pinup, adorned with nothing
but golden threads of Medieval chain-mail, forming a tiny, ornate bikini
and her ripe, plump breasts thrust buoyantly from her slim torso, covered
only by gleaming gold jewel-encrusted disks that barely concealed their
hardened nipples. 
   I blinked--still not breathing--and saw the gorgeous, barely-clad model
mirror the movement. "Oh my GOD," I  gasped, staring at my reflection in
disbelief as I rose to my feet, seeing my dazed shock reflected in the
world-famous face--I also wore long, savage-looking high-heeled leather
boots, and, reaching back, I realized that the golden threads of "armor"
completely exposed my smooth, round, taut buttocks. 
   "Oh, Jesus--I'm Cindy Crawford," I gasped, feeling an electrifying
thrill at the sensual sound of my voice, watching my mouth form the
words--stepping closer to the mirrored cliff, I parted my lips to give
myself the familiar sultry stare, bringing my fingers to the smooth metal
of my bikini "armor" and letting my hands brush delightfully around the
bare expanse of my abdomen and the curved flanks of my hips. "I'm Cindy,"
I panted wildly, arching my back to strike my sexiest pin-up calendar
pose--an incredible wave of hot delight coursed through my body as I
reached to caress my round, firm buttocks, tossing my soft hair and
pouting seductively at my reflection. "I've turned into Cindy CRAWFORD," I
murmured breathlessly, shifting my weight to thrust out the gigantic, full
curves of my breasts as the waves of excitement kept growing and
growing--"and I'm SO BEAUTIFUL--"
   Hearing a sudden noise in the bushes, I spun around, my breasts
swinging wildly towards my chin--and noticed an ornate, scabbarded sword
leaning against the boulder. Stepping over, I reached for it--and the
moment my slim, manicured hand slipped around its hilt, a strange,
tingling sensation like a powerful electrical current flowed into my body.
I drew the giant blade from its scabbard, hearing a powerful humming in my
ears.
   "Oh wow," I murmured, staring at the sword --the pleasurable tingling
continued as I effortlessly waved the heavy blade in the air, clenching my
small hand around the hilt and swinging the huge sword against the flat
boulder. With a deafening crack, the entire rock exploded into splinters.
   Ears ringing, I re-sheathed the sword, and with a mounting sense of
unreality I strapped the scabbard's wide, thick leather belt around my
bare hips, brushing my soft mass of long hair out of my face and twisting
to see past my breasts as I tightened the buckle. "This is no dream," I
thought incredulously, feeling a tingle of wild delight as the scabbard's
leather edge rocked against my buttock and bare leg--"this is REALLY
HAPPENING." Glancing back at my reflection, I felt my breathing hitch at
the dazzlingly sexy view of the buxom, barely-clad, savagely-armed Cindy,
her bare buttocks protruding above her long thighs, and I closed my eyes
and forcibly ignored my mounting orgasm until it faded to a tolerable
level.
   Taking several deep breaths, I opened my eyes--and tried to think
rationally about what had happened. Clearly, I'd arrived in another world;
some sort of savage alternate dimension--but even accepting THAT, I
thought (allowing my eyes to drift back to their own lovely reflection)
why on EARTH would I have transformed into someone else; let alone a
recognizable person--let ALONE the world's most beautiful Supermodel? What
cosmic principle was at work? I wondered, staring at my smouldering
face--And what effect was it supposed to have on ME? What was the
advantage of being so breathtakingly beautiful that you couldn't even look
at your own reflection without feeling a flutter in your stomach, like
your heart was skipping a beat, and to realize that you were approaching
the edge of orgasm yet AGAIN, and were powerless to stop it? There had to
be SOME purpose to it, and I was beginning to realize that I would soon
find out.
   Leaving the clearing, I began following a path into the surrounding
forest--the breeze tossed my hair and caressed my thin, flawless body as I
walked, feeling my breasts bouncing heavily up and down. Reaching up in
disbelief to touch my smooth face and voluptuous lips, I felt my
fingertips brush my mole, and I nearly leapt for joy. "I'm REALLY Cindy,"
I thought deliriously--"I can enjoy it any time I want to." This strange
world might contain great dangers--but it was bringing me many new
pleasures as well. 

TO BE CONTINUED