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 wasn't for him, she

didn't no 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 it's 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 down-playing 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 whom 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 1960's. 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 naive 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 it's 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 "business men" 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 softcore. 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 of 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 dash board mirror to make sure she looked

perfect for the occasion. Ted lead her up the walk way 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 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 lead 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 a 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 site 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. The are the gentleman 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 gentleman

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 sadistical 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 it's various effects on the chemistry of the human

body. Having no where to go to apply is 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 parent's

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 was 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 garter 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 now-a-days to get through school. This couldn't

possible 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 married, and the shock of this was still too

much for her to bare. She continued sobbing on his shoulder because she

had no where 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 no where 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 and 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 house wife

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 bread 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 min-skirt 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 heals.

She felt extremely uncomfortable in these shoes and even worse, she felt

very vulnerable and exposed. The slutty high heals 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 brief cases 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.

"W....what are you doing?" asked Samantha trying to hide her growing

fear.

"Were going to give you a little something to help you relax darling."

said Mr. Willis. "Don't worry. It will only hurt for a second."

"N....no.....no please....I......I can't..." stammered Samantha backing

away from the table.

She was immediately greeted by the firm hand of the guard once again.

This time he gripped her shoulder a little more firmly.

"Please don't make this difficult darling." said Ted. "We want this to

be an enjoyable experience for you."

"He's right Samantha." said Alexander filling the needle with a clear

white serum. "We're just going to help you relax a little bit more than

usual."

Samantha could hear the other men chuckling to themselves. She bit her

lip in fear. What were these men going to do to her? Samantha didn't like

the idea of having her mind or thoughts altered in anyway, but it seemed

she had little choice - especially with the firm hand of the burly guard

pinching an exposed nerve in her shoulder. He was obviously an expert at

special holds and nerve damage - probably a black belt in something.

Alexander walked over to her holding the needle in his right hand. The

guard gripped Samantha firmly. Any movement by Samantha would probably

have resulted in a great deal of pain - especially with the way he was

gripping her arm and shoulder.

"Hold still darling." said Alexander with a wicked grin on his sadistic

face. "This will make you more....shall we say....susceptible to our

demands."

"Just try and relax Samantha....we know you'll soon enjoy modeling for

us." said one of the other men.

Samantha knew nothing of the serum that was slowly and painfully being

injected into her vain. Alexander could have done it more quickly and

painlessly but he enjoyed watching Samantha squirm in agony. The fluid he

was giving her was indeed a mind sedative - it was designed strictly to

bring about an aura of light headed feelings. Though her attitude would

still remain relatively the same in terms of embarrassment and shame,

Samantha would be much more relaxed and receptive to the men's demands.

The burly guard held Samantha firmly as the menacing liquid was slowly

and methodically deposited into her soft waiting arm. The stench of the

serum was quite strong and Samantha wrinkled her nose at the smell of it.

After the ordeal was over, she was guided onto the conference table and

told to lay on her back for a while until the drug took effect.

"It's OK baby." soothed Ted. "In just a few minutes you can resume

posing for us."

"Uhhhnnnn.....n....nooooo....." whimpered Samantha as she began to feel

light headed and slightly dizzy.

The rest of the men stared at their new prize intently observing

everything from her slight body movements to her facial expressions.

Within minutes the men soon observed a dull listless gaze come forth from

Samantha's eyes. She was fully coherent, however she possessed neither the

drive nor the will to put up much of a fuss against their wishes.

"Stand up on the table Samantha." commanded Mr. Willis firmly. "It's

time for you to show us what makes a woman so special." **laughter from the

other men**

Almost as if she were sleepwalking, Samantha stood up on her slutty high

heals and walked across the oak table. The men guided her to the center

beneath the bright light and began glaring at her slutty attire. They

observed the outline of her breasts as they pushed outward against the

shiny red latex mini-dress. They were also afforded an excellent view of

her crotchless panties underneath her short skirt.

"Turn around slowly my dear." continued Mr. Willis. "Show us that nice

ass of yours."

Samantha turned around slowly - rewarding the men with an excellent view

of her soft bottom. It was partially exposed due to the shortness of the

mini-dress she was wearing. She did indeed look like a cheap hooker on

heals.

"Now Samantha, we want you to unhook the left shoulder strap of your

mini-dress so that we can see part of your tit. Go slowly my dear. We

have all the time in the world and we just love a strip tease from a tasty

little slut like you. Don't we men?"

The other men chuckled and nodded their heads in unison. The total

degradation and humiliation of this poor woman was enough to drive them

over the edge of ecstasy. Samantha blushed with embarrassment. Slowly she

undid the left shoulder strap and let the top of her dress drop clumsily to

reveal a partial - yet appetizing amount of her soft white cleavage. She

was definitely a prize to behold indeed.

"Pull it down a little further." continued Mr. Willis. "Let's have a

closer look at that sweet boob of yours."

Samantha did as she was instructed - clumsily fiddling with the strap in

an attempt to pull the upper part of the latex dress down further to expose

her soft booby. When it was fully revealed, the business men caught a nice

glimpse of her dark brown aureole and pouting nipple. Samantha's face

turned pink with embarrassment. These men were truly bent of fully

exposing her for their perverse pleasure and sexual gratification. This

was not modeling. It was pure humiliation.

"Now the other side darling." said Ted following Mr. Willis's lead.

Samantha looked at him dreamily. The medicine Alexander had given her

was now reaching it's maximum effect. Slowly she undid the other shoulder

strap of the slutty dress and let it slide down clumsily. Now both of her

soft boobies were in full view of the leering men.

"I'll bet she wants to show her pussy hole for us boss." said one of the

men.

"Of course she does." answered Mr. Willis. "She's going to learn to

enjoy exposing her slutty body for us. Aren't you my dear."

Samantha didn't know how to answer. Her mind was fuzzy from the effects

of the drug she had been given. Soon she was instructed to squeeze her

boobs together and smile while Mr. Willis took a few pictures.

"Lie on your back whore!" commanded Alexander. "We want to see your

pink bimbo hole."

"Yeah. Show us your trashy crotchless panties." said another.

Samantha blushed even more, but she was too out of it to resist their

commands.

"Do as he says my dear." soothed Mr. Willis as he continued to snap

some more pictures. "Show us what a dumb woman you can be....spread your

filthy legs....that's a good bitch."

Samantha lay on her back with both of her shoulder straps down. The

table was cold and unforgiving and very uncomfortable. The men obviously

didn't care about this annoyance. They wanted to see her womanly treasure.

Hesitantly she moved her fingers down to the crotch of her dress and hiked

it up further exposing her silk black panties. The panties were extremely

slutty in nature and revealed all of her cunt to the men.

"Hold your legs up and keep them together my dear." said Ted. "Mr.

Willis wants to take a few shots of your stupid piss hole."

"Good girl Samantha." added Mr. Willis. "You're behaving quite nicely

for us."

"Just wait till we give her the `slut' makeover boss." said one of the

men taking a long drag on his cigar and fondling his prick with his other

hand.

"Indeed." replied Mr. Willis snapping some pictures of her exposed

twat. "She'll make a fine woman soon."

"And a fine wife." Ted added winking to the other men.

Samantha nearly burst into tears, but her emotions were kept in check by

the intoxicating medicine. She was to become a slave to Ted and the rest

of his cronies. The thought of becoming a simple minded bimbo was indeed

revolting, and she fought to get her thoughts back into focus in hopes of

escaping - damned the big guard. However the drug was too strong. Too

powerful. Alexander had indeed done his homework on the female mind.

"Pull your pussy lips apart for us dear." said Mr. Willis.

"Yeah." said another man. "Show us were you make tinkle." **more

laughter**

Samantha managed a small - yet barely noticeable grown. Slowly she

pulled her puffy vaginal lips apart and gave the middle aged men the show

they had all been waiting for - the inside of her precious cunt.

"Oh that's soooo pretty Samantha." said Mr. Willis snapping several

more pictures. "Give a nice little smile.....that's a good girl....now

give us a wink....you want to please us don't you my darling."

Something inside Samantha gave way and she moaned her response.

`WHAT AM I DOING???' she thought to herself as the moan escaped her

slutty lips.

The drug was indeed taking it's toll on her will. Samantha felt as if

she were drunk. The room became a slight blur. She could barely make out

the faces of the dirty old men around the room - much less stand up again.

"I think she's almost out." said Alexander. "We'd better prepare her

for surgery. Did you call Dr. Andrews?"

"Yes I did." replied Mr. Willis finishing the last role of film.

"Unfortunately he will not be here until tomorrow. We'll have to put her

to bed in our special quarters. I'm sure Ted will make the necessary

arrangements for her stay here."

"Sure boss." said Ted. "I'm sure everything will go smoothly if we keep

her nice and sedated."

"Leave that to me." Alexander cut in. "I've personally worked with Dr.

Andrews on many of these cases. She'll be your perfect blonde tit dream

within a matter of days."

Ted smiled to himself. He couldn't wait for the completion of his

wife's transformation. He was so excited at the thought of his wife

becoming a nice docile blonde bimbo that he could barely control the raging

hardon in his dress pants.

Samantha could barely feel Alexander and the burly guard pick her up

from the oak table and carry her out of the conference room. Her mind was

swimming in a sea of haze and utter confusion. She didn't feel her clothes

being removed once she was brought into her special room. She didn't feel

them lay her on her back and spread her legs apart. Nor did she feel the

ankle and wrist straps being applied to her on both ends of her luscious

body. Lastly came the blind fold and another injection of sedative from

Alexander's special kit of medicine. Within moments, she felt herself

drift off into a heavenly blissful sleep - one that she would never wake up

from as a free woman. Indeed, Samantha's next waking moment would not

occur for several days. Her waist would become much slimmer due to a

deliberate lack of nourishment, and her only access to water would be

through an intravenous tube. She would indeed awaken to a new kind of life

- one of utter submission and simple minded obedience.

* * * *

When Samantha finally awoke nearly a week later, she was not the same

woman. She opened her eyes and listlessly stared at her surroundings. Her

blindfold had long since been removed to allow for a more intense visual

analysis of her facial expressions and eye movements.

The first thing Samantha noticed about herself was the fullness of her

new mouth and ripe collegian lips. Her breasts had been blown up to triple

the size they were before and they felt rather heavy and uncomfortable at

first. But Samantha didn't seem to care. She felt extremely light headed

and giggly. Within a few minutes a handsome man in his late thirties

entered the room wearing a white coat - the kind that doctors and surgeons

wore. He leaned over the bed and smiled at his new peace of work.

"Hello princess." he began. "My name is Dr. Andrews, but you can refer

to me as Master Andrews.

Samantha had forgotten a great deal of her former vocabulary, but she

still understood basic simple terms in English. However the handsome

Master seemed to be talking too fast for her to comprehend, so she merely

giggled and smiled at him.

"I must be talking too fast for you my stupid little cunt." he

continued. "That's OK. We don't like sweet little tarts like you to talk

too much anyway. Your lips are now built for slurping and sucking - just

like a cute little infant."

Samantha smiled and giggled again.

"hee hee......sl....slurpy....sucky......mmmmm." she moaned trying to

match some of his words together.

Hours later, Samantha was fully dressed in "proper" women's attire and

escorted back to the main mansion. Her outfit consisted of a shiny black

leather collar with silver metal studs that seemed to nearly choke her.

She also wore a trashy black latex halter top with giant holes where each

of her surgically enhanced breasts jutted outward invitingly. Her naval

was pierced and adorned with cheap looking silver rings and a tattoo was

located below the base which read "ANAL WHORE." Just below that a was a

shiny black latex mini-dress which fit tightly around her newly enhanced

waist line which accentuated her slutty bottom - which in turn was

practically fully exposed to anyone who wanted a peek. Her asshole had

been widened considerably to allow for several dicks to enter at once - or

even a large object of the men's choosing. Her vaginal lips had been

permanently pried open by several silver ring studs that were placed on

either side of her labia to allow for maximum usage of one (or more) large

cocks. She wore no panties of any sort and was clad only in trashy black

latex boots that went all the way up to the middle of her knees which

permitted only a minimal amount of bending. The boots were adorned with

10' inch spiked high heals which made her lean uncomfortably on her tip

toes at all times. The heels also served to make her walk "properly" and

obediently. In addition, the heels also served as an open advertisement to

anyone within ear shot that a super slut / hooker was coming in their

direction.

Samantha's face and hair were also a dream to behold. Her hair was

permanently dyed platinum blonde and hung down her shoulders in a straight

- yet slightly ragged fashion. Dr. Andrews had deliberately given her

hair the appearance that it hadn't been washed or bathed in a considerable

amount of time. To top off the sleazy bimbo look, Samantha's face was

loaded with slutty makeup - complete with shiny cherry red lipstick which

gave her new collegian lips a sort of pouty / inviting appearance that

commanded the storage of one (or more) cocks at once. Her dull listless

eyes where smeared with slutty black eye liner and mascara. Her cheek

bones had also been raised slightly to give a more pleasing appearance. To

complete the transformation, Samantha was given a large wad of bubble gum

to chew on to create the credible appearance of a teenybopper groupie.

"Hello Ted." greeted Dr. Andrews as he entered the main lounge. "I

brought someone here to see you."

When Ted looked up he was greeted with the sound of clicking high heals

and the appearance of his perfect blonde bimbo dream. When he looked his

new wife in the eyes he searched for any possible hint of intelligence or

reminder of her once bright past but found only a dreamy eyed vacant look.

"Hello Samantha." he said trying to control the bulge in his trousers

and the lustful urge in his voice.

The only response he received was an extremely high pitched giggle and

the growth of a huge pink bubble expanding out of her enlarged cock sucking

lips.

"POP!!!!.........giggle."

Samantha swayed sluttishly from side to side with a hand on her hip and

a dreamy air-headed expression on her cheaply made up face.

"We have chosen you to be the first recipient of Samantha's outgoing

personality and special talents." began Dr. Andrews. "I think you will

find your new wife quite accommodating and generous with her time and

cheerful attitude."

"I'll bet I will." said Ted as he stood up to shake the doctor's hand

and show him to the door of the lounge.

The other executives were out doing some film preparations in

anticipation of Samantha's first screening appearance. When Ted was alone

with Samantha, he took one last look at his former wife. Then he lost all

respect for her (what little he had in the first place anyway). He came up

behind the giggling tart and wrap his arms around her newly formed torso.

Lustfully his large hands found their way up to her huge tits and began

tweaking the nipples harshly until they were beat red and sore. Samantha

managed a few uncomfortable squeals, but giggled and popped her bubble gum

for the most part and swayed dreamily in his sadistic arms. Ted licked her

ear and took a whiff of her cheap perfume - the kind most bimbos wore to

impress men of his stature. Only this time it was different. Samantha

know longer cared about money - much less knew much about it. She merely

wanted to please her Master(s) and behave like a proper woman. She wanted

to wrap her brand new pouty red lips around his swollen cock and deep

throat him. For the first time, she wanted to know what sperm really

tasted like. Of course coming out of a "God" like Ted, it would be one of

the most pleasing experience's in her life and one she would aspire to each

and every time she was with her husband / Master.

Ted reached greedily under her micro-mini latex skirt and fondled her

sopping wet cunt which had been widened considerably by the metallic ring

studs adjoined on either side of her swollen labia. Samantha giggled and

flung her hair back in slutty fashion as she swayed from side to side in

Ted's evil arms. Ted wasted no time in testing Samantha's vaginal limits -

expanding her cunt with several fingers at once. In and out he mushed his

fingers coating them with thick creamy slut goo.

"Open your stupid mouth Samantha." he commanded harshly. "Let's add

some special flavor to that wad of bimbo gum you're so fond of chewing."

Samantha obeyed her Master graciously and rolled her eyes in slutty

fashion. Her mouth popped open and was instantly greeted by several smelly

fingers jammed menacingly into her waiting mouth. For the first time,

Samantha tasted her pussy juice and was instantly hooked on the salty taste

of vaginal cream and stale urine.

"Oooooohhhhh.........mmmmmmmm...." the bimbo moaned as she tasted the

shameful bodily fluids in her stupid inviting mouth.

"That's a girl sweetie.....just suck and slurp like a professional

whore." said Ted soothingly in her ear. "That's going to be your new role

in life. Pleasing and obeying all kinds of perverted men. Men like me."

Samantha felt herself falling in love with Ted all over again. But this

time there were no strings or contingencies attached. No money involved or

desired. She just wanted to please him over and over again. Her every

waking moment would be spent wondering where he was and wishing she was

with him or one of his associates. She would find herself hoping to find

new and incredible ways to earn their admiration and adoration - perhaps in

the form of simple daily chores - ones that weren't too difficult for her

to comprehend or carry out.

Ted removed his sticky fingers from her mouth. Samantha had performed

her first "duty" admirably. She had cleaned the salty residue from his

fingers thoroughly and was awaiting her next opportunity to please him and

show him what a "good girl" she was.

"Now Samantha, I want you to kneel down as best you can and open your

mouth for me." commanded Ted in a firm voice.

Samantha obeyed. Slowly she went to her knees despite the restrictive

knee high boots and opened her ripe red lips. Ted unzipped his trousers

and pulled out his fat throbber. It looked enormous to Samantha - having

forgotten what he looked like in the past. Ted aimed the evil snake at her

waiting slut mouth and brushed the smelly tip against her swollen lips.

"Ummmmm........ughhhhhhh....slurrrrrrp!"

Samantha began to suck on the thick fat cock that was impaling her sweet

stupid mouth. Within moments she began to slobber all over the oak floor

of the lounge. Piles of slutty drool escaped her retarded cunt of a mouth

and formed a slimy pool below her latex covered knees. Her nipples

remained quite red and swollen from Ted's harsh pinching and were now quite

sensitive to touch. Her titties bobbed slightly up and down in little

jiggles as her mouth became a human receptacle for Ted's swollen man tool.

"Oh yeah!" gasped Ted as he mashed her blonde head to his sweaty crotch

with both of his powerful hands. "You're such a goooood girl......what a

willing sweetheart.....such and obedient bimbo slave."

"Ummmmm.......mmmmmmm.....*slurp*......*drool*......*slurp*.....!"

Samantha rolled her slutty eyes up at her new husband Master in search

of a hint of admiration and appreciation - just like a stupid clumsy dog

waiting to be petted in all the right places. Her tongue rolled and

slithered up and down the shaft of his thick penis just like a professional

hooker. She wanted to bathe him in blissful glory and show him how much

his Godly presence meant to her. She worshipped him with all her heart and

tiny little mind and wanted so badly for him to bless her with his manly

cream.

In and out the cock went. The thick piece of male lard mashed itself

against the back of her slutty throat in search of her tonsils. Amazingly

Samantha only choked and sputtered a few times, but soon she would get used

to this type of harsh degrading treatment. Ted could already tell that she

had been "fixed" properly and was already learning the sweet and painful

rewards of pleasing a man in all those "special" ways.

Indeed, Samantha was learning to enjoy this sort of treatment from a

man. She would soon look forward to the blessings of pain that Alexander

had in store for her white trash body. She wouldn't mind being used in any

way at all as long as it brought pleasure to her Masters. At this point,

Samantha would only come to know of her most frequent reward. It came in

the form of a huge volcanic blast of filthy goop all over the inside of her

sweet dirty mouth. Ted had unleashed a monstrous load of semen inside her

swollen lips and it spilled over onto her tonsils. Some of the squishy

cream seeped out of Samantha's mouth and onto her shiny latex halter top.

Little globs of filthy cream oozed onto her swaying boobies and dribbled

onto the oak floor below. Some of the cream oozed out in small rivulets

and dribbled down her trashy chin. The thick salty cream coated her mouth

and she immediately began to swallow what was left of it. The ugly jizz

slithered down her worthless throat and coated her stomach. Ted looked

down at her sleazy makeup and her vacant dim-witted eyes. They were

lifeless and her thoughts were filled with nothing but candy cotton air.

She was now just a worthless smelly whore from head to toe. Samantha

stared up at him in desperate search of approval from her lord.

As she was staring up at him, something slithered out of her Master's

mouth and splashed against her left eyebrow. Ted was spitting on her. Oh

how wonderful! She just knew that he liked her! She smiled up at him as

more spit poured down on her messy face. She was pleasing him! And soon

she would be the most popular girl with all of her Master's friends. She

just couldn't wait for her new husband to introduce her to his fellow

associates. Her Master's treatment of her made her feel so special and

important. It was indeed a special treat to have a powerful man spit on

her girlish face. Samantha's feeble mind reckoned that it was probably

extremely rare for any woman to receive such an honor from a God like Ted.

The slimy spit oozed down her nose and mouth and dribbled down her sweet

chin - so prim and proper. Just like a good woman's chin should always be.

Ted wiped the remaining residue off of his cock using Samantha's blonde

hair as a towel. Then he ordered the bitch to stand up and follow him to

the main hall. Once there, he ordered her to stand with the guard until

the rest of his entourage arrived and decided what to do with her.

Samantha felt uncomfortable in her high heel boots, but she smiled to

herself knowing full well that she would soon get used to her new uniform.

She felt so proud and sexy in it. She was more than willing to wear

anything at all if it meant pleasing men. For some reason she couldn't

remember or fathom, she looked down on modern women.

Indeed Dr. Andrews had planted plenty of "new" thoughts in her pea size

brain. One of them was her disdain for her previous life as a law student.

Samantha no longer liked thinking for herself. After all, she was just a

girl. She not only wanted a man to do her thinking for her, she NEEDED a

man to think for her. She just couldn't help herself anymore. She got

extremely wet in the crotch just thinking about the blessings and rewards

of dependency upon the opposite sex. Her body shuddered and tingled at the

thought of pleasing other men. Their bodily rewards for her were probably

quite numerous and too great to imagine in her simple little mind, but that

didn't stop her from getting a glowing sense of pride in her new purpose in

life. Dr. Andrews had told her that being a "fuck toy" was the greatest

and most sought after profession among women - only most didn't know it

yet. Though he vowed to her that this state of affairs among modern day

women would soon change over a period of time, and that she would soon make

new friends with women who were just like her.

* * * *

"Squeeze your boobs together bitch!" commanded Mr. Willis while several

camera men circled around.

Samantha clutched her breasts and pushed them together with her soft

girlish hands. She was dressed in virtually the same outfit as before save

for one small difference - a bright pink latex halter top. It was the same

style as the previous one however with the holes cut out to expose her

naked tits. They were enormous and they bobbled up and down clumsily

whenever she walked or made sharp movements. They looked like two ripe

melons when she pushed them together.

"Arch your back slut!" commanded another.

Samantha giggled and arched her back for the camera. Her big boobies

stood out even further. Mr. Willis and Alexander took turns pinching

tweaking her nipples as the cameras flashed.

"Turn around and wiggle your stupid ass for us Samantha.....that's a

good girl."

Samantha smiled and shook her luscious bottom. It swayed invitingly

from side to side and looked perfectly proportioned - thanks to Dr.

Andrews cosmetic surgery.

"Now bend over and hike up your mini-skirt for us....we wanna see some

REAL ass!" said Alexander winking at Mr. Willis.

Samantha turned around clumsily on her high heels so that her bottom was

facing the two men. Then she bent down and stuck her ass outward

invitingly giving it a seductive wiggle for the two executives. Then she

hiked up her black latex mini-skirt and pulled down her crotchless panties.

She was extremely damp and some girlie goo dribbled out of her open vagina

and onto the oak floor.

"Isn't she adorable?" asked Mr. Willis. "Just look at that sweet

butt....spread your ass cheeks for us honey.....that's a nice girl.....show

us where your real brain is....that's it....right inside that slutty little

brown hole of yours."

Samantha spread her hiney apart so that the men could have a clear view

of her sexy brown anus. It peaked out from between her butt cheeks and

winked at the men. Alexander smiled to himself. Samantha was one of those

girls who had a large brown ring of skin surrounding her anal orifice. Her

butt hole was already partially open due to the surgery she had. It looked

ripe for the picking indeed. Alexander loved anal sex and he didn't

hesitate to stick a large finger inside her exposed bottom. Menacingly he

wiggled it around inside - coating it with her anal treasures. Mr. Willis

smiled to himself. Today was going to be a big day for Samantha indeed.

He watched intently as Alexander began to stick more fingers inside

Samantha.

"Oooooohhhh.......*giggle*....." Samantha swooned with anal bliss as she

felt the insides of her bowels expand with each additional finger.

Alexander pulled down his trousers and whipped out his cock. It was

extremely rigid at the thought of the infinite sadistic possibilities he

had with this slut. Mr. Willis did the same in turn. Soon Samantha had

two cock dangling around her and several camera men taking lewd pictures of

her. She was still bent over when she felt Alexander remove his fingers

and replace them with a very stiff penis. Mr. Willis moved to the front

of her and instructed her to "suck." Within moments, Samantha had a cock in

her mouth and one in her ass. Alexander had no trouble entering her slutty

dark hole. It was already extremely loose - just like a professional

whore's. He pounded his stiff cock into her ass mercilessly while Mr.

Willis drilled her face with reckless abandon. The two cocks sea sawed in

and out of her open holes until she turned red in the face from so much

hard fucking. Then she was greeted with thick smelly slime entering her

body at both ends. The messy splooge gushed into her trashy orifices like

two sewage pumps - coating her insides with sticky smears of white jizm.

Mr. Willis held her face up with both of his hands and commanded her to

let the rest his cum drool out of her mouth for the camera. It was

definitely a ?ite to see.

"Let's put a camera on her ass men." he offered. "Perhaps we can have a

good shot of the goop coming out of her bottom."

Alexander pulled out just in time - commanding Samantha to squeeze what

was left of her anal muscles so that his slime would cum oozing out for the

camera. Samantha obeyed and squeezed hard. The sticky white jizm soon

began to ooze out of her ass and onto the floor below. Picture after

picture was snapped and a video camera was added to the mix. More bright

light was beamed down on her slutty bottom to maximize the effect of the

degrading scene. Samantha remained slumped over with her knees locked

together - smiling and giggling for the men.

`What a stupid fucking whore.' Mr. Willis thought to himself - Dr.

Andrews had definitely earned his money this time.

When all was said and done, Samantha smelled like a cheap piece of fuck

meat just waiting for another stud to take his turn. And indeed they did -

one right after the other. Each camera man got his turn to fuck her white

trash holes. Some fucked her mouth. Others fucked her pussy. But most of

them enjoyed the pleasure of filling her dark brown poop hole with thick

smelly jizz.

Samantha was in a state of fatigue when all the men finished using her.

For one thing, her legs were extremely tired from staying in a standing

position for so long. For another, her ass and cunt were sore from all the

hardcore drilling she had received from the executives. One thing was

certain, she was definitely going to be the star of a lot of porn movies.

She had indeed been transformed into a "proper woman" as Dr. Andrews had

promised and would soon make an excellent servant wife for her Master /

husband Ted. The best part about the whole arrangement was the fact that

the sleazy porn executives didn't have to pay her a cent for her time,

energy, or humiliation. She was now a natural - born again slut in the

making. Her first video would soon appear on many shelves in Europe. And,

to the delight of Ted and his partners, the profits would fall right back

into their pockets. So much for law school expenses.