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"I don't know who you are; please leave my house right now or I'm calling the police." Sandra was totally scared at the weird-looking man's presence, his long white hair, and the deep look of his eyes. The man just stared at her with a cold look in his brown eyes. The wrinkled face of this unknown man sent a shiver through Sandra's entire being.   "Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm not going to do that. As I said before, your life belongs to me now." He says, rubbing his chin with his hairy, thick hand, keeping the same cold look on his face, that his eyes meet Sandra's own, making Sandra nervous and scared.   


Sandra couldn't believe what this man was saying; there had been a normal day in her morning routine. The middle-aged housewife was cleaning her house when her lovely husband and her kids resided. She is a happy housewife, and her marriage of almost twenty years with her husband John is almost perfect. They're an example of a lovely couple who can overcome every obstacle in their home. The result of this lovely marriage is their two beautiful kids. Sandra feels so happy and proud of her family.   Then, once their husband and children are at work and studying, she finds herself alone through the morning, doing her respectable duties. What was supposed to be a normal morning routine turned the complete opposite the moment this unknown man stood there at the entrance door, claiming to be a part of his property like a sort of object or something. She is outrageous, but the fear inside her soul makes her hopeless.   


"Please, get out of my house or..." She stopped talking suddenly; her mouth froze; she couldn't speak anymore; her eyes got wide open; her body trembled in terror; and her heartbeat accelerated.   "So much better; your stupid voice is so fucking annoying." He looks at her as he walks towards the entrance. He closes the door, and then he approaches her, making eye contact with her every single moment.  


 "You belong to me, Sandra, or I mean, Sandy." A smile forms on his wrinkled face. Looking at Sandra, who couldn't speak a single word, her body shakes in terror as this unknown man approaches her.   "Look at your eyes; I can see the terror there. Don't fear, Sandy; you're safe with me." The unknown man smiles out at her; his gruesome smile makes her fear him even more. She tries to move, but it's in vain; she can't move a single muscle, and she doesn't know why. Perhaps the increasing fear makes her body freeze. 


Whatever the case, the influence of this man makes her feel hopeless.   "Don't try to move a single muscle, my dear member; you are my property, and you do whatever I tell you." He smiles, brushing her long brown and dull hair with his hands. "Oh, look at you; I can see that beauty in your soul, but I think your beauty is hidden under this flabby and boring body from you," he says with a hint of concern in his voice. Looking at her body, as much as Sandy has done her best to keep herself in shape, there is a fact her body has seen better days; her flabby, overweight body definitely is not something you could say is attractive or somehow similar.   "We can improve that." He smiles at her, touching her forehead with his palm, sending her an electric wave coursing through Sandra's body. 


Her mind and body are into a sudden rush of adrenaline mixed with a pleasurable effect cast on her as a result.   "Enjoy this pleasurable ride, my dear Sandy; you will be perfect." The unknown man grinned out at her. The electric wave of pleasure assaulted her body, which seemed to be increasing by the second. The overweight woman collapsed on the marble floor. Far from being scared, all the previous fears vanished as her arousal increased exponentially inside her loins, the engorged lips of her womanhood throbbing, dampening her panties, her hips lifted, bucking back and forth, and her senses overwhelmed by the maddening pleasure. 


  "God, I'm so horny, super motherfucking horny. God, I need someone to fuck my pussy, oh sh*t." Sandy's thoughts were corrupted by the horny state of her body, the maddening lust awakening new thoughts inside her brain, memories of orgies, parties with lots of sex, and joy invading her mind, replacing the lovely memories she shared with her family throughout the years.   As much as her brain is rewriting, altering her thoughts, she is completely unaware of the changes happening through her physique: her overweight middle-aged body shrinking, the excess of fat melting, all wrinkles, stretch marks, and cellulite from her stressful life disappearing entirely, where once a flabby middle-aged body spasming, orgasming over and over again, there is now a tight and slimmer body, losing the remains of her middle-aged fat as her face turns beautiful, with the age spots vanished, smoothed, the crow feets melted, her eyes widen, lips plumping, and her former dull hair turns black and lustrous.   There are no remains of the sweet, lovely middle-aged woman anymore, just a slim, hot, and very slutty woman, no more than twenty, lying on the floor, orgasming like a bith in heat. The oversized floral dress looks so unflattering on her hot, tight body, and a big pair of tits stood proudly on her chest.   


"Oh god, what is this? I'm feeling horny and needy. I need a fucking yummy cock, no fuck. What in the fuck am I saying that? I'm not like this. I'm not like this. I'm a married woman, a devoted housewife, not a fucking stupid slut looking for a big yummy cock to impale my hot tight snatch. Oh, no, fuck, no, fight this, Sandra, fight this, you can do this, I'm horny, so fucking horny, oh shit, I gonna, I gonna, no, no, fight this, fight this, no, no, yes, yes NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Her body convulsed in a tremendous orgasm, erasing her thoughts; the memories from her old life slipped away from existence. Her tight snatch squirts loads of juice, soaking her panties, and her cunt gushes like a fountain, forming a puddle on the floor, consuming the blissful ride of maddening pleasure.  


 The unknown man just stared at her, breathing hard and recovering from this blissful experience. Her senses were overwhelmed by this fog of raw lust that assaulted her young, tight body. "Sandy, we need to go." The man says to her new creation with a smile adorning his face; the process is complete; his new creation smiles at him; and the look on her slutty doll-esque face makes him hard instantly.   "Yes, master," Sandy says in a lovely tone, showing devotion to him. She stands on her feet and looks at the oversized dress in a sort of concern, her lovely facial features wrinkled. "You can strip it off, please," he says. Sandy smiles out at him. 


She strips off the garment and lets her tight, oversexed body free. "Thank you, master," she says. Sandy has no future or purpose in life but sex, lust, and, most especially, to serve his master.   "You welcome, my dear; now, let's go." She follows him, and they leave the house of the former middle-aged housewife. A life of youth and lust awaits from her, and for him, well, his new toy, probably they discarded her a few weeks later and then discarded her as he did with many others.   A few hours later, Sandra's family was worried; the devoted wife and mother were nowhere to be found. They called friends and a few neighbors, and nobody knew what happened to her. It seems like their lovely Sadra had been wiped away from existence, but they'll never lose hope to find her.

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