Christy's Transformation Ch. 02

This is a continuation of the first part. I plan for this to be an ongoing series, getting juicier as it goes along, so please start with the first part. I am planning on adding new chapters much more frequently now if there is a positive response to this, so please let me know what you think in the comments or a message. [SPOILER] Themes are going to be submission, exhibitionism, humiliation, reluctant promiscuity, etc. If that's not up your alley then don't read on.

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It didn't take long for Ryan to hit it off with Christy. He charmed her, and in her vulnerable state, still on the rebound from the broken heart her first love Aaron had given her, she quickly fell for him. He was nice to her, joked around with her, and seemed to care about her. They had only been housemates for a week before she gave herself to him.

There must have been something about losing her virginity to Aaron that made her suddenly so (relatively) open to being sexual like this. Her whole life she had been so protective of her innocence, but now she felt that she had moved past all that. She had already given up her sexual purity, so what difference did it make now? She needed to grow up.

Ryan made love to her wonderfully. He was gentle when he needed to be, and just rough enough when that was what was needed to get her off. She felt like he actually cared about her sexual needs, unlike Aaron, who in the one time they had had sex had just used her body to get off however he needed to. Over the next month Ryan taught her all sorts of things about sexuality, things she felt like she should have known by now but didn't, due to her sheltered history. In addition to being great sexually, she also felt that Ryan was a great lover on the emotional side of the relationship. He listened to her, and she really felt like she was starting to fall in love with him. She knew she shouldn't fall for another boy so quickly after having her heart broken by Aaron, but she couldn't help it. She felt as if Ryan was fixing her.

Ryan, for his part, felt as if he had found the perfect girl. Ryan's definition of perfect might differ from most people's, however. Within a couple days of first becoming intimate with her he already knew that he had her around his finger. He could tell from her story, and from the way she spoke and responded to things. She was a born submissive, even if she didn't fully know it yet. She was the perfect combination of innocent, naïve, and impressionable, with just enough of a new streak of cautious rebellion that Ryan knew he would be able to manipulate her into fulfilling his deepest fantasies of control.

You see, Ryan desired above all else to sexually conquer a previously pure girl, to subject her to the greatest sexual debasements he could imagine, things that she otherwise, without meeting him, would have never partaken in. In Christy he found the perfect opportunity to attempt this transformation that he had so long fantasized about, if only he proceeded carefully.

This isn't too say that he didn't care about her. He did. It is important to address this fact. While he saw her as the perfect vehicle for his depraved fetishes, he also found himself falling truly in love with her. I suppose, though, that these two feelings were inextricably wound up in one another, in ways that are difficult to parse. His growing attachment to her only made his ultimate goals for her seem more scandalous and emotionally intense to him, and therefore more gratifying. The payoff (or fallout) would mean less if it were just some random dispensable girl he cared nothing for. It would be little more than some elaborate live-action porn. But I'm getting ahead of myself, and I've given too much away already.

I won't bore you with the technical details, but know that for some several weeks after first beginning a relationship with her, Ryan began the subtle process of grooming Christy to have the initial desire to fulfill his fantasies, at least some of them. On this count he encountered little difficulty. She was already head over heels for him, and was already willing to at least slowly break with her sheltered upbringing. Already she had gone out and gotten what must have seemed like a rebellious haircut to her: a somewhat bold two toned style that saw about two thirds of her hair dyed dark black and the right third left her original, strawberry color. She thought it looked a bit edgy and Ryan privately found this adorable, mussing her intentionally messy, wavy locks with his hand appreciatively when he first saw the makeover. Ryan found even these small gestures of a departure from her previous life to be encouraging. These tendencies could, in her case, be built upon at great length.

When Ryan first adopted a sheepish tone one night after they'd made love, and admitted that he had always had a bit of a fetish for girls being exhibitionist with their bodies, Christy at first responded with an awkward joke, which was just what he had assumed she would do.

"Quit teasing me," he playfully scolded her. "I'm trying to be honest with you and this is pretty embarrassing. I just feel like we should be open with each other sexually about these things. Our fantasies. Even if they're just fantasies."

He knew that this whole realm of openly discussing sexual desires with someone of the opposite sex was still territory that was uncharted for Christy, but he could tell that she was trying to keep up and not reveal her previous naivety to him, which of course he already knew about.

"Ok..." she began. She kissed him on the cheek and leaned in and rested her face against his. "I'm on board so far. Tell me more. What do you like about it?"

"Oh I don't know," Ryan said. "Just the whole idea of a girl getting off to the knowledge that strangers are seeing her in this super intimate way when they shouldn't be. It's just the taboo nature of it, I guess."

"You mean like a girl going around naked under a big coat and flashing people?"

"Not really that. More like...a girl spreading her legs on the Internet for a bunch of anonymous strangers...a 'camwhore' type thing. Even if she doesn't show her face. I like the idea of a normal, nice girl who you wouldn't suspect going home at night and getting off on guys seeing her...well, seeing her pussy and stuff. The idea that that kind of sexual deviance could hide even in a respectable, cute girl."

He could tell by looking at her that she was trying to come to terms with this, that it was scaring her to an extent but that she was simultaneously trying to convince herself to be progressive about this.

"You mean a girl like me?" She attempted to bat her eyelashes suggestively at him.

"Ha, yeah, well, in my dreams certainly. These are just fantasies though, I'm not wanting you to do it or anything," he lied. "Maybe I shouldn't have even mentioned it."

She laid there for a long few seconds, and then squeezed his arm lovingly. She leaned over and kissed him again. "I'm glad I know now."

And that was how it began. He knew that, despite his insistence that it was a mere fantasy, that this idea would grow in her mind until she felt the need to act on it, perhaps from fear of losing him if she didn't. Over the next two weeks he carefully reinforced this feeling in her by subtly acting detached from her in certain moments, but never being too obvious about it. He could almost hear her thoughts out loud, so obvious was it to him what she was thinking. He had an HD webcam in his room (he had already owned it, luckily), and he made sure to leave it out where she could see it when he knew she would be home alone. Within three days of placing it where she would notice it, she had taken the bait.

"I want to show you something," she whispered to him one evening after he came home from work. They had been sitting in the living room with Caleb, and Ryan nonchalantly stood up and followed her upstairs to the room they now shared. When she sat on the bed and pulled open his laptop, he already knew what to expect.

"Are you ready?" she asked him.

He nodded. She pulled up a video file that was saved locally to his computer, and pressed play. At first it was just a recording of a blank wall, a bit above where the wall met the carpet. Suddenly Christy's legs appeared in the video. You couldn't see anything above her stomach, but it was obviously her. She stood there in front of the camera, and then began slowly peeling off the shorts she was wearing, pulling them laboriously over the curve of her cute and perky little ass, and then stepping out of them one long, slender and shapely leg at a time. Next she pulled off her black shirt, pulling it up until it disappeared from the top of the frame, and then tossing it aside. Last came her panties, which she pulled off much like her shorts, but lingering longer to tease the reveal of her buttcrack and then finally her full bubble butt. She turned, now fully nude, toward the camera, and then slowly slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor.

Even then the camera was angled such that you couldn't see her face or anything above her neck, but her wonderful modest breasts were now on full display. She stretched her feet out in front of her toward the camera, wiggling her pedicured toes and then flexing them back to display her bare soles, knowing that Ryan had something of a foot fetish too. Then she drew her heels in toward her lap, bringing the bottoms of her feet together, and spreading her knees wide so that her exposed crotch faced the camera directly. Ryan felt his heart skip a beat. It was the most magnificent shot. She had completely shaved all of her pubic hair, leaving nothing at all to hide every detail of her gorgeous pussy from the high definition gaze of the camera. She stretched her knees apart as far as she could, giving an unfettered view, and then began playing with her clit.

Ryan looked at Christy in real life, who was blushing fiercely. He kissed her deeply on the lips.

"Thank you, babe. This is amazing."

He turned back to watch. The video continued for another five minutes or so, complete with little moans from her as she rubbed herself nearer to completion, arching her back in pleasure as she lay on the floor. Finally she came, and seemed to almost spasm somewhat. She laid there in a bit of a daze for a few moments afterward, breathing heavily, her legs no longer positioned carefully but simply thrown out in front of her. Finally she crept toward the camera, careful to still keep her face out of the shot, and then the video ended.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Ryan told her. "It was so hot imagining that being on the internet, with tons of jealous guys ogling you. Thanks so much babe." He kissed her again.

"Well..." Christy began. She looked nervous, but excited at the same time. "There's more."

Ryan looked at her uncertainly. He had expected her to eventually make a mock video like this for him, but he hadn't thought that there would be any more than that already. "Please go on."

Christy closed the video and pulled up the web browser. He noticed that her hands were shaking lightly as she typed in the URL. With each letter she typed, Ryan's heart beat faster and faster. She navigated to a hugely popular porn site, where users could upload their own videos. There, under the "Trending Now" header on the front page, was Christy's video. It had been uploaded three hours before, and already had over 10,000 hits. Ryan looked at Christy in almost genuine disbelief. He was certain that he would get to this point within a couple weeks, but he had not expected her to take the initiative herself so quickly. His plan seemed to be working even better than he had anticipated.

"Christy..." he began. "I love you."

She smiled broadly at him and seemed to have dispelled much of her trepidation. "I love you too," she said. "I'm glad I got to do this for you. No one can see my face, anyway, and I knew you'd find it hot, so I thought what could be the harm. I've got to admit...I found it pretty thrilling too."

They clicked the video and read some of the comments that had already been posted. They were all over the top praises, including many that described in explicit detail what they'd like to do to the hot little bitch in this video. Ryan could feel Christy's heart racing as she read these, and he knew that it both terrified and excited her. In that moment he knew he had her right where he wanted her, and precious little could derail his plan now that it was rolling to whatever terrible end it might have.

He deftly slipped a hand into the front of the sweatpants she was now wearing, and felt her slit. She was completely soaked. He sprung on her then, and they ripped each others' clothes off in a fury, and proceeded to have the most passionate and incredible sex he could imagine. She abandoned her usual modesty and openly moaned loud enough for everyone in the house to hear, and he pounded away at her so hard that the headboard slammed loudly into the wall over and over. Let them hear it. He wanted them to know. As he slammed into her, he imagined the thousands of people who had watched that incredibly intimate video of his girl, imagined the thousands watching it at that very moment, and the countless others who would end up watching it soon. Everything was falling into place perfectly. If only Christy had any idea how far he intended to take his influence over her.