'A transformed cowgirl meets the city', Part 2
By: FelixTonto77,  FelixTonto77@aol.com
Young Jessica turns me into me her sexual slave.


Chapter 2

Jessy didn't 'rape' me again that year. Don't misunderstand me. She did what 
she wanted with me. But, she never put my penis inside of her. I was both sad 
and happy about her decision. I mean . . . I loved her, like it or not. I 
wanted her young muscular body to press against mine. I wanted to feel her 
tight pussy muscles pumping my throbbing member. I wanted my mind to fly into 
the skies. I wanted to let go of everything. I wanted to cum inside of her. 
Just thinking about it, while sitting here, I still wish . . . I still wish. 

Sorry. I'm daydreaming again. Getting back on track . . . even though I 
desired her, she was only 15 years old. I knew it wasn't right. Especially, 
her black mailing. She had made it clear -- if I didn't want her to accuse me 
of raping her, I had to do everything she said. I became her slave. But, I 
knew the truth . . . the unbelievable truth. I hadn't raped 15 year old Jessy. 
She had raped me!!

Jessy toyed with me all year long. She made it completely clear that she was 
going to take advantage of the 'slave' thing. When her parents weren't around, 
she commanded me to do any and every chore imaginable. I became her dish-
washer, her toilet bowl scrubber, her shoe polisher, her underwear cleaner, 
even her bather! Yeah, you heard me right. In a sense, things couldn't have 
been better. Yet, my conscience told me otherwise.

On her 16th birthday, Jessy and I almost made love again. I don't really know 
if she would've gone all the way or not. Maybe she had waited all year long 
so it would seem like a special 'sweet 16' present. Then again, maybe she was 
just toying with me again. I don't know. I was only her slave.

It was the morning of March 23rd. Jessy's birthday party was that evening. 
But, she had asked me to come very early and help her with her clothing and 
make-up. I had no alternative but to agree. She let me in without her parents 
noticing. I could tell she had just waken up. She still wore her tiny pajamas 
-- or, so they looked on her. I suppose most everything looked small on her. 
By her 16th birthday, Jessy had grown even more. She stood at about 6'2" and 
weighed nearly 185 pounds -- all muscle. Her top was like a cut-off shirt, 
several sizes too small. Her pajama bottoms were like tight (nearly ripping) 
small shorts. Just the sight of her incredibly sexy young body turned me on. 
My penis pressed against my underwear.

We walked into her bedroom. Jessy turned around and looked down at me. I 
looked up (from my 5'10" body) at her beautiful face. She had turned into a 
supermodel-type girl. Her eyes and lips were to die for. By then, she looked 
like actress Rachel Blanchard (pictures of Rachel at: 
http://www.angelfire.com/celeb/rachelblanchard/gallery.html). I felt great 
inside, knowing that I had helped to make this transformation happen. I had 
turned a shy and awkward-looking little girl into a heavenly (model-like) 
teenage muscle girl. Most importantly, I was in love with her.

"Come on little slave of mine," Jessy said, "wake up from your little day-
dream."

"Oh . . . sorry," I answered, "I'm listening."

"I want you to bath me," she said, giggling, "I want you to make me look 
beautiful for my birthday party. And . . . I want you to make me look perfect 
for you."

At the time, I wasn't sure what she had in mind. But, I did know that I had 
to do as she ordered. I had no choice. If I tried to resist, she would easily 
overpower me and force me to do what she wanted anyway. If, somehow, I was 
able to escape her arms, she would only tell her parents that I had raped her. 
In no time, I would find myself at the police station. Like I said, I had no 
choice.

"Take off your clothes baby," she ordered, "I want you to be naked too."

"Ok," I said, as I dropped my pants.

"You like?" Jessy asked, pointing to her muscular legs, as she dropped her 
pajamas.

I nodded.

As we undressed, I compared our bodies. There was no comparison. My arms and 
legs looked so small and weak next to hers. My penis jolted up at the excite-
ment of seeing her body's strength. She was so impressive. All the while, she 
kept a most amazing sexiness in her figure. I wanted to throw myself at her. 
I wanted to live on her nude body. I wanted her sooooooo bad!

Jessy caught me daydreaming about her again. I couldn't hide it. My eyes 
weren't the only ones to give it away. My penis made it obvious. Jessy 
extended out her hand and cupped my balls. I grabbed her forearm with both of 
my hands. I wanted to feel her young strong arm as she took my member in her 
hands. I arched my back a little as she rubbed my balls gently. Then, she 
took hold of my penis and pumped it. I couldn't do anything. My entire crotch 
area was in a throbbing state. I moaned and squealed. It was sheer delight. 
Within seconds, I squirted my semen all over her thighs. I could see it 
trickling down her legs. I wanted to hug her . . . I wanted to rest my 
drained body on hers . . . but, it was Jessy's call. She was my owner. I was 
her slave.

She didn't hug me. She looked down at her legs in delight. "Wow," she 
exclaimed, "I have more power over you than I thought." My face turned red. 
I had no response. My penis had already responded for me. "Let's get me 
bathed now," she ordered.

We walked into the bathroom. I turned on the tub's warm water at Jessy's 
command. I could see in her face that she was happy. I loved seeing her happy. 
It was such a turnaround from the first time I met her. Her face was sad and 
plain. Now, it was everything else. It was just the opposite. But, it had cost 
me my 'freedom'. Yet, maybe it was worth it. At least for the while.

Jessy stepped into the tub, ready for her bath. I had the time of my life. I 
still say this like a little kid would. I mean . . . it's the only way to say 
it. I was like a child in a candy store. I got to bathe her with my bare 
hands. I rubbed her nipples nice and clean. I scrubbed her neck, her back, 
her awesome abs, her thighs and calves. (I loved her calves) I couldn't 
resist bending down and kissing her huge calves several times. I cleaned her 
crotch area perfectly. When she stepped out, I made sure her pubic hairs were 
perfectly combed. In addition, I put some softening cream around her pussy 
lips. She looked down at me, smiling.

"You read my mind," she said, "What you're doing is perfect."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She didn't answer with words. She answered with actions. Jessy pushed me 
back. She sat me down on the bathroom floor. We were both still completely 
naked. Jessy brought her face up to mine. She kissed me. I kissed her back. 
She laid me down. She sat back up. I looked up at her magnificent breasts, 
her wide shoulders, her pretty face . . . She was perfect.

"Let's have some fun," she said.

"But . . . but, I . . .I . . ," was pretty much all I could say. I knew that 
she wanted me right there. She was probably just as turned on as I was.

"Look at your penis," she said, "It's growing by the second. It wants to let 
out its cum, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, . . . it  . . . it does," I responded, nervously, "You . . . you have 
the power . . . the power to make it cum whenever you want to. You know . . .?" 
I hoped she understood what I was trying to say. I'm not sure I understood 
myself.

Jessy spread my legs. Remember, I was her slave. I had been used to treating 
the woman in this way during sex. Now, things were different. With Jessy, I 
was like the woman. I was her bitch. Jessy raised my legs and rested each of 
my calves on her strong shoulders. She had me in the 'the rising' sex 
position (Usually, it's the woman who lays on the floor in this position. 
The man sits up. But, again, with Jessy, things were different). I felt so 
vulnerable and powerless. At the same time, I was in ecstasy.

Jessy pushed against the back of my raised thighs, as she inched closer and 
closer. My towering penis 'stood' only inches away from her young juicy pussy. 
I began sweating heavily. I stretched my arms enough to reach her legs. I 
caressed them in anticipation. I looked at her eyes. Jessy didn't take her 
eyes away from mine either. When Jessy was about to make her final approach, 
we heard some people arriving just outside. Jessy's parents called to her, 
"Jessy . . . you have your first guests!" 

"Oh my God . . . oh my God . . . it's coming . . . it's coming!!!!" I 
muttered. 

I wasn't inside of her, but my penis had already had enough excitement. Just 
the site of Jessy's body in front of me was more than enough. Jessy stuck her 
hand between my legs and grabbed my throbbing 'unwrapped' penis. She pointed 
it towards my stomach.

"You just bathed me," she argued, "I can't have semen on me now."

Just as she said that, her hand's touch produced an overwhelming sensation in 
my thick penis. My cum shot out and dropped all over my stomach area. Jessy 
smiled and giggled. "Oh baby," she said, "I'm sorry. But, there was nothing 
else I could do. I have to get dressed and go welcome my party guests." With 
those words, she got up and walked away. I was left there, laying on the 
bathroom floor, drained, and dreaming . . . dreaming about what could have 
been . . . dreaming about what actually happened. I wasn't inside of her 
. . . but, I still had the time of my life. And, I had a feeling, that things 
were still far from over. There was still much more to come . . . to cum ??
. . . to come?? Well, you know what I mean . . .

Stay tuned for Part 3 . . . coming soon

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