There was no doubt in Samantha’s mind. She was going to law school— or at least that’s what she thought. Her husband, Ted, had promised to help her finish her schooling provided she marry him and move to New York. At the tender age of 24, Samantha had already finished her undergraduate work at a local university.

It was there that she met Ted— a handsome, dark-haired gentleman of about 30. He was a wealthy photographer who had talked her into doing some modeling for a fashion magazine. If it weren’t for him, she didn’t know how she was going to finish her schooling. Her parents had very little money, and as a result, Samantha relied heavily on grants and loans to push her way through her first four years of college. The modeling money Ted offered her was decent, and it helped put food on the table and pay for her books.

Within just a few months, Samantha had fallen in love with Ted. He seemed such a sensitive and caring man. Ted adored her beauty (or so it seemed). He admired her slender figure and large breasts. She had beautiful, dark brown hair that went down past her shoulders and a magnificent smile to match her tender complexion. Ted showered her with money and took her out to eat at fancy restaurants. Little did Samantha know that all of this wining and dining had its price— and it wasn’t just cooking or cleaning.

In fact, the only hint that there was anything wrong with their relationship (at least from Samantha’s point of view) was the lack of sexual arousal on Ted’s part. For a young man of 30, it seemed kind of odd that he rarely got it up for her. It was sort of a contradiction because he constantly told her how much he admired her beauty and determination. That aside, love had a strange way of blinding Samantha to the rest of Ted’s odd habits.

For instance, he would take long trips to New York and leave her behind for several days without calling or e-mailing her. Then he would pop up out of nowhere and take her out to a movie while downplaying his absence. It didn’t exactly drive her nuts, but Samantha found herself missing him more and more each time he went away - usually after one of their photo sessions. He would claim that he was taking the photos to New York to submit to the fashion executives and would be back within a day or so - however, it usually took a week.

Samantha never saw a single photo - nor did she ever get a glimpse of the so-called fashion magazine that Ted claimed he worked for. But she didn’t seem to mind. After all, Ted had been very good to her in a lot of ways. He was never forceful with his convictions or his point of view on issues that they couldn’t agree on. He never swore at her and he almost never raised his voice when they had an argument.

‘How silly,’ Samantha thought to herself. She and Ted almost never argued about anything in the year or so that they had known each other. The relationship was perfect and it was becoming quite clear that Samantha’s future in law was very bright. She had received high marks in almost all her classes and was well informed when it came to politics.

Ted, on the other hand, was not who he claimed to be. He was a professional con artist who worked for an underground men’s club in New York. The men’s club that he had joined many years ago was populated exclusively by men who hated and stood against the women’s liberation movement that started in the 1960s.

In comparison to most of the members in the club, Ted was relatively young. He hadn’t even been born yet when the women’s liberation movement started. Initially, he had joined because the club was also a business - a dirty business of forced drug addiction and prostitution. The “front” business for the club was not much cleaner.

Ted was indeed a photographer, but not for a respectable clothing magazine as naïve Samantha would think. Rather, he was a professional photographer for their exclusive porno magazine and film line titled “PROPER WOMEN,” which sold exclusively overseas due to its shocking and perverse content.

Samantha knew nothing of this facade and was not the prying type. She had her own studies to worry about in addition to her social life with Ted. Already, Ted had managed to wean her away from her family and friends. She was completely devoted to him and loved him tremendously. It was only on special occasions that she ever saw her family, and to their dismay, she was almost always accompanied by Ted whenever she did manage to visit Rhode Island. The two seemed inseparable— except when Ted went away to New York by himself, in which case she spent her time studying or catching up with old friends. It was the only time she ever contacted them.

Her life would begin to change rather soon. Ted had made up his mind that he had gained her complete and total trust. After conferring with his fellow “businessmen” in the sex industry, he decided it was time to change Samantha into something more desirable. All he needed was an angle to get the ball rolling. The idea finally came in the form of an invitation to an exclusive club party that Ted was a part of.

Ted knew that deep down inside, Samantha loved it when guys paid attention to her. She made it a point to let him know that although she wasn’t in the least bit concerned about how she looked, like most women, her intelligence was not enough, and it seemed to hinder her ability to attract attention from men in general.

Though she made every attempt to hide it, she still yearned to look beautiful and be desired universally. Ted saw through her facade rather easily. He knew women inside out and was rather gifted at finding their emotional weaknesses rather quickly. Samantha was no exception. And she would soon learn (perhaps painfully) that Ted was the smarter of the two— by a narrow margin, admittedly— and would soon succumb to his every wish.

“Honey, I’m almost ready!” Samantha shouted from the bathroom.

She was in the middle of combing her hair and applying her favorite perfume. Samantha couldn’t wait. The trip to New York had been a long one, but Ted did most of the driving. In addition, they had arrived in the late afternoon, which allowed them time to take a nap.

She was definitely excited about the prospect of meeting Ted’s business associates for the first time. In addition, she was anxious to see all her modeling work come to fruition in the form of a gorgeous photo spread in one of their recent magazines. Ted had used this angle as bate to get her to come to New York with him.

Samantha was falling for it quite nicely as planned. Ted smiled to himself as he took a drag on his cigarette and waited for her in the main corridor of their hotel room. His cock began to bulge outward at the inevitable prospect of the changes that would soon occur in Samantha - wanted or otherwise. The thought of her dull-looking hair changing from dark brown to a more desirable color invigorated his evil penis to the max. Thank goodness he was wearing briefs underneath his trousers; otherwise, he’d be pitching a tent, so to speak.

Samantha exited the bathroom looking true to form - well-dressed in a dark blue dress yet very conservative in appearance, giving absolutely no hint of sex appeal for the enjoyment of the opposite gender.

Ted took a good, hard look at her ass when she walked by him to the closet. It was too slender. Ted wasn’t the type that liked large, plump women, but he preferred his women to be somewhat shapely - though with an overall slender figure. He simply adored big breasts and couldn’t wait for that aspect to inevitably change in Samantha’s life. Her breasts were big enough, but he wanted them larger.

The meeting was in 45 minutes, and Samantha would be the main attraction. Though misogynistic in nature, his fellow “business” associates were fair in their approach toward women whom they sought to convert not only in front of the camera but in real life. As always, the initial meeting would be soft core. They were sure to ask Samantha to pose in somewhat lewd positions in a polite manner.

If the meeting became strenuous or acrimonious, the men were sure to become verbally abrupt with her. If that approach didn’t work, a forced submission would soon follow, coupled with drugs and mental therapy. The physical makeover occurred only after the mental changes took place.

Samantha had no clue what was in store for her at this supposed meeting. She assumed that the men were going to congratulate her on her fine modeling job and shower her with attention— which she secretly liked. She couldn’t wait to get a glimpse of some of her fashion photo spreads.

“How do I look, hun?” she asked innocently.

“Just fine, my dear.” Ted lied.

She had a long way to go before she even came close to looking fine in his eyes. Too smart, too intelligent, too brunette-looking. Her boobs needed a makeover as well. In all honesty, Samantha didn’t look or act slutty enough. But when the next week was over, that would all change. In fact, Samantha wouldn’t even have to put on an act to please him through role-playing. She would actually be his trashy blonde dream.

It was all in the cards and the way he played them. If done correctly, Samantha wouldn’t have to submit to such cruel misogynistic measures; she may actually WANT to be changed and converted— if for no other reason than her strong love and passion for him. Still, it seemed this was only a remote possibility given her intense desire to become a well-educated woman and law worker. Only time would tell, and the clock was ticking toward this much-anticipated meeting at the “studio.”

Samantha detected a rather subtle change in Ted’s behavior as they drove to the meeting place. He was quiet most of the time, and when she asked him questions, he gave short, abrupt answers.

“Is anything wrong, dear?” she asked him, trying to smile and be cheerful.

“Not at all, darling ... just trying to focus on the road.” Ted replied cautiously.

Samantha could take the hint that he didn’t want to converse any further, so she stayed quiet the rest of the way. She chalked this up to him being nervous about introducing her for the first time to his business associates at the studio. She was partially correct.

Ted was nervous, but only about her initial reaction to some of the “requests” his fellow associates were certain to make. Samantha had never done any sort of “revealing” modeling in her life. Only small hints of cleavage here and there, but nothing serious. That would soon change - whether she liked it or not.

They pulled up in front of a large house near the outskirts of the city. It was dark and breezy outside, and there was only a small glimmer of light from inside the house - presumably from the main living room. The only sign that the house was occupied was the long line of cars and mini-vans parked out front.

Ted offered his hand to Samantha, and she clasped it confidently. Her heart was pounding with excitement, and she wished she had checked herself one last time in front of the dashboard mirror to make sure she looked perfect for the occasion. Ted led her up the walkway to the large front porch that was covered with large oak boards. Apparently, whoever owned the establishment was quite wealthy and had a taste for the Victorian era. There were hints of 19th-century decorum in and around the house.

Ted gave the door a simple thud with the knocker. Presently, the large Victorian door was opened by a huge man who was built like a bodyguard. He looked like one too - though with an upscale appearance. His was donned in a standard black tuxedo, and he wore his long, dark hair back in a single pigtail. Samantha correctly surmised that he was about Ted’s age, give or take a year.

“Come in. We’ve been expecting you.” said the man in a deep, baritone voice that commanded respect.

Ted nodded silently and led Samantha into the main hall.

“Your jacket, please.” said the man, staring lewdly at Samantha.

She smiled uncomfortably and handed the man her overcoat. It was clear that he had no interest in conversing much, and this made her a bit nervous. She peered down the hall and caught a glimpse of two main doors that were ajar, with a hint of light escaping the room. The sound of men conversing was very distinctive, and she could pick out signs of laughter.

“At least those people are in a better mood than this walking stiff,” she thought to herself as Ted finished speaking with the tall man.

Samantha cursed herself for not listening to Ted’s brief comments to the guard. She liked being aware of everything that was going on around her. After all, she was that type of girl - for now.

Ted turned to her and took her by the arm.

“C’mon, darling. I’ll introduce you to some of my associates.” said Ted in a mild, mannered voice.

He was being careful not to create any feelings of uncertainty on his wife’s part. Samantha took his arm and followed him down the elaborate hallway toward the room with the open doors. When they entered, Samantha was greeted by a sight that she wasn’t quite expecting. Sitting around the room was a group of seedy-looking middle-aged men wearing cheap business suits. They were smoking cigars and filling the room with such a fog of smoke that she had to fight to keep from gasping for air.

These were definitely not the types of men she was expecting to meet. At least the guard at the door had the decency to wear a tux, but now it appeared that it was merely for show. Maybe the owner of this establishment wasn’t quite wealthy at all. If he was, it didn’t show from the looks of the attire and characters in this room.

Samantha turned to Ted and looked him in the eye.

“Are these really the men you wanted me to meet?” she asked innocently, trying not to choke on the cigar smoke.

“Yes, darling. They are the gentlemen who wish to meet you.” he replied. “Gentleman, this is my wife, Samantha. She is here to show us some of her modeling techniques.”

Ted’s statement caught Samantha off guard. She wasn’t prepared to do any modeling. Even if she was, she wasn’t properly dressed for such an occasion. The original idea was to meet the men that worked with her husband and to view some of her previous photo spreads - not model for them.

Samantha looked more closely around the room, trying to take in all her surroundings through all the thick smoke. There wasn’t a single woman in the room - much less the establishment.

“I don’t know about this, Ted.” she began. “We didn’t talk about this.”

“It will be all right, dear.” replied Ted reassuringly. “These gentlemen just want to admire your beauty and talent. If you impress them, it could lead to bigger and better things for you.”

“But I’m studying to be a lawyer - not a model.” she protested.

“Of course, you are, my dear.” stated one of the larger men at the head of the long table.

Samantha was a bit startled by this. She did not know this man, and they had not been properly introduced. As if reading her mind, the man got up and walked over to her, holding his hand out.

“Let me introduce myself.” he began. “My name is Mr. Willis. I am the executive editor of our ... fashion magazine. Please have a seat and relax, Ted and I have a proposal for you.”

Samantha thought about this for a moment. The man seemed a bit rough around the edges, but he appeared to be sincere. She glanced over at Ted again. He nodded his head in approval, apparently everything was fine. Mr. Willis held out a chair and motioned for her to sit down. As if to lead her on, Ted walked over to an adjacent chair and sat down. He turned and gave her a fake— yet undetectable— smile.

“It’s all right, darling, they’re just curious about you and want to know you better.”

“OK,” replied Samantha, taking another look at the shady men sitting around the long oak table. There were about eleven of them in all— counting Mr. Willis. She tentatively took her seat and looked up at Mr. Willis.

“Thank you, my dear,” said Mr. Willis as he reclaimed his seat at the far end of the table and took a short drag on his half-smoked cigar. “Your husband tells us you are quite a gorgeous woman.”

Samantha looked at Mr. Willis curiously. She hadn’t quite expected this remark so early in the conversation. However, she dismissed it as all part of the modeling lingo.

“Thank you, Mr. Willis,” she replied shyly, trying to sound confident.

Ted knew this routine rather well. It was the redundant— yet reliable— ploy of seducing a woman through compliments and praise. It almost always worked, and it served the purpose of loosening up a woman to more personal and direct “compliments” later in the conversation. Still, he had his doubts. Samantha was much more intelligent than most of the broads that were brought into this very room. She might see through Mr. Willis’s facade. Then again, she might not. It all depended on how Mr. Willis chose his words.

For his part, Mr. Willis was a pro at the con game, and it showed in his next move. He properly introduced Samantha to the rest of the men in the room one at a time. The other men gave her brief nods but said very little. They were smart enough to follow Mr. Willis’s lead.

Alexander was another sly man in the group who was one of Mr. Willis’s closest associates. He was highly intelligent as well, but he knew when to yield to his boss. Alexander was also one of the more sadistic men in the bunch. He got off on burning cigarette butts on women’s arms and legs. This was rather extreme, but Mr. Willis kept him around because of his shrewd business sense and keen understanding of a woman’s psychology.

Alexander had indeed done his homework on the subject, having studied at a prestigious university in England. He was also heavily into medicine and drug experimentation and its various effects on the chemistry of the human body. Having nowhere to go to apply his knowledge in tandem with his fetish, he sought out Mr. Willis’s special men’s club, having read about it in one of the magazines. He had traveled far, but the salary that Mr. Willis provided him combined with the luxury of abusing the models was well worth the investment in time and travel expenses.

“Please understand, Samantha. We have admired you from afar thanks to Ted’s generous photos of you. You model the clothing quite well, and we are interested in helping you out financially to further your education in law school.” continued Mr. Willis tactfully.

Ted could see Samantha perk up visibly when she heard this. Mr. Willis was indeed as cunning as they came. Maybe seducing his annoying cunt for a wife wouldn’t be so hard after all. “I’m sure that you wouldn’t mind making a few thousand dollars, would you, Samantha?” asked Mr. Willis.

Samantha couldn’t believe her ears. ‘Did he say THOUSAND?’ she thought to herself. Samantha had never possessed so much money at one time - except over a period of months and usually with Ted’s or her parents’ help with school matters only.

“Oh my gosh, sure!” she stated quickly, collecting her thoughts.

“Good.” replied the cunning porn executive. “Then you don’t mind if we ask you to make a few ... er, changes. Perhaps in your style and appearance.”

“What kind of changes do you expect, Mr. Willis?” she asked curiously.

“Well...” began Mr. Willis, eyeing her carefully. “My associates and I have picked out a special outfit for you to try on this evening. I’m sure it will fit quite comfortably with your magnificent figure.”

Ted knew that Mr. Willis was lying. He despised Samantha’s conservative appearance as much as he did. But the conversation and turn of events were definitely heading in the right direction. Samantha still had the money offer fresh in her mind and seemed very enthusiastic about doing what was asked of her.

“Sure ... I guess so. Would you like me to model it for you and Ted in private?” she asked timidly.

“Why, no, my dear,” Mr. Willis stated matter-of-factly. “We’d ALL like to see you in it. You’re surrounded by fans— right men?”

Mr. Willis winked at his crooked business associates. He could see the naked lust in their eyes as they stared at their new prize— soon to be made into a complete and total slut.

“What type of outfit did you have in mind?” asked Samantha nervously.

She didn’t like the idea of modeling an outfit in front of a bunch of strangers. Modeling for Ted was one thing, but she barely knew any of these men outside of what Ted had described of them. Still, the outfits she had modeled for Ted were not that revealing, and so it was with this in mind that Samantha accepted the money offer and the bag of clothing that Mr. Willis held out for her.

“Where should I change?” she asked timidly.

“Go back out into the main hall and make a left; there will be a powder room down the hall. You shall use that facility while we wait,” said Mr. Willis, eyeing her up one last time before giving the nod to the guard to escort her out.

Samantha followed the tall, burly man out into the main hall, and he led her to the changing room. When she entered and closed the door, she was amazed at how fancy the room was. The room was surrounded with mirrors on all sides and was equipped with a large hot tub, toilet, and marble sink with several cabinets. Little did the cunt know that she was being watched from a see-through mirror located in the rear of the room.

Indeed, Mr. Willis and his fellow associates were huddled on the other side of the wall in a separate room adjacent to the conference room they had just left. They would be able to see Samantha and all her treasures quite easily from their vantage point.

Samantha withdrew the modeling attire from the bag and was stunned outright. The outfit she had been given by Mr. Willis consisted of a very skimpy cherry-red mini-skirt. It was of the shiny latex variety and looked outright slutty. The bag also contained a pair of black fishnet nylons complete with garters and suspenders. The suspenders were to be attached to a pair of crotchless black panties of the silk variety. To cap all of this off, she detected the cherry-red lipstick and black eye shadow enclosed in the bag.

“No fuckin’ way I’m wearing this for these creeps. Who do they think I am anyway - a cheap prostitute?” she thought to herself as she put the contents back in the bag and headed for the door.

Samantha didn’t know who she was more angry with - Mr. Willis and his associates, or Ted - her beloved husband who would allow such an atrocity to happen in front of all those filthy men.

Behind the mirror, the men shuffled back to the conference room, shaking their heads. This woman would require more than just a little money and prodding to do their bidding. They were seated back in their chairs just as Samantha entered with an angry look on her face.

“You can’t possibly expect me to wear this outrageous outfit!” she stated coldly to Mr. Willis.

“On the contrary, Samantha, we certainly can - and you WILL.” replied the cunning executive.

“Like hell I will!” blurted Samantha, feeling even more uneasy. “Ted, I want to leave this establishment right now!”

“You realize that Ted will no longer fund your education if you leave,” said Mr. Willis flatly.

Samantha’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. She relied on Ted for almost every penny nowadays to get through school. This couldn’t possibly be true. She turned and looked at her husband questioningly. From the look on his face, she knew right away that it was true. Ted was indeed in on this filthy scheme just like the rest of these bastards. Feeling betrayed and horrified at this shocking revelation, Samantha burst into tears and flung her arms out and clung to her husband desperately.

“Say it isn’t so, Ted... (sniffle) ... say that it isn’t true, and I’ll believe you ... we ... we can put this behind us, Ted.” Samantha whimpered desperately.

“I’m afraid it is true, darling.” Ted began. “All we are asking is for your cooperation. It won’t be so bad once you get used to it.”

“But I don’t want to do it, Ted... (whimper) ... it’s so ... so shameful...” cried Samantha.

Mr. Willis nodded his head at Ted and winked. Ted looked down at his young wife, and his voice became much firmer.

“You will do this for us, or you will lose everything - perhaps even your family.”

Samantha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her husband was not only threatening her well-being but her family as well!

“You wouldn’t dare, you bastard!” she cried out loudly as she began pounding her fists in futility on her husband’s chest.

“I’m afraid so, Samantha.” Ted began. “We have powerful connections to the mob. You will obey, or bad things will happen not only to you but your family as well.”

“It’s quite simple, really.” Alexander chimed in. “You obey us, and everything will be all right. If not...”

The sadist let his voice trail off. He didn’t need to restate the threat again.

Samantha knew she was trapped. She couldn’t possibly continue on with school without Ted’s support. More importantly, she didn’t want anything bad to happen to her family. Besides, it was only a little bit of modeling. What could possibly be wrong with that?

“OK... (sniffle) ... I ... I guess I’ll ... I’ll do it...” Samantha murmured softly into Ted’s chest - hoping in vain that no one else would hear her.

Ted was not the husband she had married, and the shock of this was still too much for her to bear. She continued sobbing on his shoulder because she had nowhere else to turn. The thought of being wrapped in the arms of a total fake and creep nauseated her to no end, but she had nowhere else to go. In anger, she managed to stammer her last words of disobedience to Ted.

“You creep! You’re a sicko just like the rest of these jerks!” she blurted out between tears.

“Maybe so...” said Ted. “But you’ll think differently after a while.”

Samantha didn’t quite know exactly what he meant. But she would soon find out.

“Now my dear...” said Mr. Willis in a soothing voice. “Why don’t you take that nice little bag and make your way to the ladies’ room again for us? We’re anxious to have a good look at you.”

Samantha winced at his sarcastic kindness. She shot him an icy glare, but she obeyed him and picked up the bag. The huge guard put a strong hand on her shoulder - as if to remind her how puny her attempts to escape would be. Slowly, he guided her out of the conference room and ushered her down the hall toward the first step in her destiny as a new woman.

The men sat in their posh leather chairs laughing, joking, and smoking their expensive Cuban cigars. Their jokes consisted of housewife treatment and torment as well as dumb blonde humor. They all shared one thing in common - their disdain for women and their view of them as mere animals bred solely for the purpose of male sexual pleasure and servitude.

When the large oak doors of the conference room opened again, they were greeted by the stunning figure of Ted’s wife - Samantha. The shiny red latex miniskirt rose all the way up her fishnet-clad thighs, revealing a hint of her black silk underwear with a hole in the crotch (a part they couldn’t quite see just yet).

The guard had given her a pair of slutty 6-inch-high heels to start out, and they made a sharp clicking noise whenever she walked. Her face was lightly made up with black eye liner, and her lips were adorned with red lipstick of the bright “slut” red variety. She had obviously stinted on the makeup, applying as little as possible, but the men didn’t seem to mind - at least not initially.

The only other fault with her physical appearance was her natural hair color and breast size. All the gentlemen in the room preferred blondes - particularly platinum blondes with big boobs and small brains. However, these problems would soon be addressed in conjunction with drugs and attitude conditioning (the latter of which would take a little more time).

Despite all this, Samantha still looked astonishingly beautiful (albeit in a slutty way) and almost immediately grabbed their attention. However, the look on her face suggested an aura of tension and guilt - a complete turn-off to most of the men in the room, save for Alexander - who preferred his women to appear upset with discomfort.

“Come closer to the table, Samantha. We want to see you in the light,” commanded Mr. Willis.

Samantha said nothing as she stepped forward timidly in her high heels. She felt extremely uncomfortable in these shoes and, even worse, she felt very vulnerable and exposed. The slutty high heels made their customary “click, clack, click” noise on the oak floor as Samantha came to within a few feet of the table. Mr. Willis winked at the other men. As if on cue, the men began removing their ashtrays and briefcases from the table - clearing space for their new prize model.

“Climb up on the table, sweetie, and stand upright like a good girl ... I’m sure you want to give us a good show,” continued Mr. Willis.

Samantha hesitated and began to sob. She felt extremely embarrassed.

“I think we need to help her out a bit,” said Ted as he motioned to Alexander’s briefcase on the floor.

Alexander hoisted his briefcase on the table and opened it. Within short order, he withdrew a sterile needle and a small bottle of serum.