'I need this in me' Sally responded as she slid down on Tim's half-erected cock and started to bounce, both groaning at her wetness and the physical gratification it was giving to them both. Tim soon was ready to cum, and Sally pulled herself off and ordered him to cum on her face.
'Mark me as your slut Tim' Sally begged. Tim was shocked at the sudden change in his wife's bed attitude but he thought as Sally was allergic to the pill and that he wasn't wearing a condom neither wanted to see newspaper headlines saying the Home Secretary was knocked up.
Tim blasted his beautiful wife's face with his cum.
'Thanks, your cum is yummy Tim!' said Sally as rubbed her hands all over her face, then licked her hands clean.
'Er, you are welcome' replied a puzzled, but very happy Tim.
Over the next two weeks, as soon as she got home, Sally would pull Tim into the bedroom and demand sex often more than three times a night. Each time, Sally would beg Tim to ejaculate on her face or her tits. Tim would gladly do so, beginning to enjoy mastery in the bedroom, and the way that Sally would behave, talking dirty, dressing up in outfits like a nurse's uniform, and the way she wished to be dominated. Sally also started sending Tim pictures while both at work. Although you could never see Sally's face, she was too careful for that, the pictures were undoubtedly her. One day, Tim received a picture of Sally's naked tits, the office of the Home Secretary recognisable in the
background, the following day a picture of her very wet pussy was sent, then a picture of Sally with her skirt pulled up without knickers, and the words accompanied said
I'm going to the House of Commons, and I will be sitting next to the Prime Minister while he is asked questions on TV, and only you and I will know that I'm not wearing any knickers. Tim loved to see the change in his wife, and wondered how far she would go...
Unknown to Tim and Sally, Rawson had ensured that their bedroom and phone were being bugged. Nothing was recorded, but Rawson needed to report back to Andy exactly where Sally was up to in her treatment. When Rawson delivered his latest report, Andy had said nothing, but just grinned. He then passed over the last video for Sally for Rawson's men to play to her.
It was Saturday 2.30 am and, on the way back from a party meeting far from London, Sally had fallen asleep on the back seat of her official car. Dreaming of what she intended to do to Tim when he got home from that overseas business meeting. The screen between the back seat and driver's compartment went up, the device was plugged in, and the lovely octopus started streaming across the TV screen. This time, the messages were full-on, describing how much Sally would love to pose naked, take part in a filmed orgy, and be paid for sex with a stranger, all these messages would tear Sally's psyche apart and a new Andy controlled one would emerge in its place.
Instead of taking Sally home, the protection officers drove Sally to a London back street. Stopping the car outside a rather dingy-looking house, one officer went to knock on the door, while the other opens the back of the car to find Sally looking completely blank. Gently, but firmly, the officer pulled her out of the car, and carried her into the now opened door which contained a tall thin pale woman. The woman ordered the officer to take Sally upstairs and deposit her onto a bed in a photographic studio. Having done so, the officer left the building without a further word, and with his colleague drove away.
'Andy darling, it's Blackie' the tall pale woman said. 'I have your new plaything here, when are you coming to switch her on again?' Blackie looked down at the comatose Sally laying on the bed. 'You are coming now?'. Andy, a heavyset man, and two blonde women all arrived together within 15 minutes. The heavyset man produced a syringe and injected Sally with its contents. Within 2 minutes Sally began to show signs of life and was able to sit up. Blackie gently pulled her to her feet and took her to a make-up chair. Taking her tools of the trade, Blackie altered the face of senior law and order figure in the country, so that she was unrecognisable even to her husband, but still looked gorgeous.
Then selecting a new outfit for her to wear, she encouraged the now alert but suggestible politician to remove her clothes and change into what Blackie had for her. Sally removed all her clothes without a moment's thought and Blackie took them away. No new underwear was provided. The new clothes were a small denim skirt and a very short red corset top. Sally struggled to get into them, as both were far too small. The top made tits look like they were about to explode out, and the skirt left nothing to the imagination. The final offering was a pair of thigh-high boots with a very large heel. Completing the look, Sally looked into the mirror. She could not believe the reflection was her. She looked like a streetwalker, one of those whores that she always campaigned against, but fuck she looked sexy.
'My dear, there is a £50 charge to wear this outfit, but I'm sure you can get the money quickly. Blackie led Sally out of the room and down the stairs. Opening the front door, she pointed to a lamppost on the opposite side of the street.
'Just wait there. Trade will come along any second'. Without a word, Sally crossed the street and waited under the lamppost. Within 30 seconds, a man approached Sally.
'How much?' he asked, 'What ya want?' replied Sally in her new common accent. 'Blowjob' said the man. 'Fifty' said Sally. 'Fine, here's the cash,' said the man. Sally took the money, folded it into a boot, got on her knees in the middle of the street, took out the man's cock, and sucked him there and then. Of course, it was all a set-up. He was one of Andy's men who Andy had placed there for this reason.
Andy had turned the Home Secretary, the anti-prostitution campaigner into an actual whore.
The man came on Sally's face, zipped his fly up and walked away. Sally got off her knees and walked towards Blackie and the open door. I am a whore, she thought. The thought did not disgust her like it should have done, after all those campaigns stopping brothels and escort clubs where she had protested against girls doing what she had just done. She had loved it. She had blown a total stranger for money, and it had turned her on.
Almost automatically, Sally pulled the money out from her boot and gave it to Blackie. Blackie grinned and shut the door. Taking Sally by the hand she guided her upstairs.
'My dear, you are a very attractive lady, and that should be celebrated. Let me take a few pictures of you.' Another firework in Sally's head went off. Posing for glamour photos? Girls who get their tits out are like whores. Then another thought came into her head You are a whore, and just imagine all those men looking at you. Increasingly turned on, Sally nodded and Blackie presented a new outfit. That of a career woman, a smart suit with a blouse and very white underwear. Picture after picture bending over, firstly losing the jacket, then buttons were undone on the blouse one by one.
After a few more pictures, Blackie matter of factly told her to take off her blouse, and remove her bra, then put the blouse back with only two buttons done up. Sally did as she was asked, posing as Blackie demanded.
'Ok, Sally. Take the blouse off. It's time for some topless snaps'
Sally pulled the shirt off and proudly showed her breasts off to the camera, as Blackie snapped away.
'Ladies, do you wish to join in?' Two blonde women stepped up. One was young, in her 20's, but the other was in her 40's and looked so familiar....
The two blondes joined Sally on her the podium and started kissing Sally all over. Sally was being seduced by these two gorgeous blonde women. The women pulled Sally off the podium and onto the bed. Both blondes removed their clothes and return to pleasuring Sally. The older woman went between Sally's legs and started lick out Sally. The younger one moved her pussy onto the face of Sally who instinctively started to lick. This orgy went on for hours, never noticing that Blackie had stopped photographing and had started videoing. At the end of the filming, Lisa, Linzi and Sally were all given money by Blackie for 'their work', further cementing Sally's view that she was a prostitute that had sex for money, be it on the street or on camera.
Sally was then taken to the warehouse and strapped into the Chair, like Linzi and Lisa before her. An extra part of the conditioning made her another of Andy's whores, and she would remain with her husband, she would keep campaigning against drugs, prostitution and porn. However, if Andy wanted her, she was to submit to him unthinkingly. Furthermore, he had a few little tasks he wanted her to perform at the Home Office.... One month later
