Study, then Act

Returning to the article, Ben focused on the details as if studying for his Master's Degree. In a way, he was, given the prize at the end: Turning Hot Samantha into a blithering barrel of pure sex for his own use.

"So, the spot is just by the spine..But over a half inch or so..Fairly easy to see" he thought, taking notes. "No need to power-drive it, just a good, solid press..Do it right, and, boom, Cave Sammy..She hates when I call her that, but, get her in that neck spot, and that's who she'll be forever..Sexy Sammy". Ben filled a page of notes and arrow diagrams, reviewed for a few days, then felt ready.

Approaching lazy but hot Samantha as she threw together a sandwich at the counter, Ben inserted his hands into her shirt, grabbing her heaving tits and sending her into an anger-filled rage, which played right into his plan.

"Ahh! What the fuck! Get your hands off of me! I'm your SISTER, you sick fuck! You'll never, ever get my tits or anything else on me! Sick fucking little dick bastard!" she exclaimed, turning to step away. "Ugh! Asshole!"

As she turned but was still within reach, Ben tugged Samantha's already loose sweatpants down, exposing her ass in a sexy, black thong and issuing her a flat-handed smack, enraging her like he'd never seen, including the night he saw her naked in the bathroom and she freaked out. This was doubly worse anger.

"That's fucking it! I'm going to kick your ass until you bleed!" Samantha screamed, her arms winding back to strike him. Her right punch missed badly, enabling Ben to guide and turn her around and wrap his arms tight around her, holding her well in place.

"Let me the fuck go! Ughh! GO! NOW! Sick fuck!" she screamed into the room. "What are you going to do, **** me? Go ahead, I won't feel it! **** me!" Samantha rambled on. "Or hit me? Beat up a girl? Sick fuck! Beat up a girl! Then **** her?".

Letting his hot sister ramble on in anger, Ben pushed her long hair aside and found the spot on the back of her neck.

"That's it.. Right there, like the article showed" his mind raced. "Now, press hard..Don't punch it, just press hard and keep your thumbs there..Turn this bitch into Slut Sammy, my Cave Whore..I forsee many babies coming from her".

Pressing both thumbs on just the right spot for a count of two minutes, Ben felt Sexy Sammy's body wilting into his, giving into being a fully owned fuck doll. Gone was the nasty sister, the mean spirited one, the violent, obnoxious Sammy that he both hated and sexually loved like no other. This, at last, was a Compliant Cave Woman, entirely his sexually.

"Ohh, mhy..My love, my Ben..I can't remember much more..I just feel so..Hormonal and primative..All I want is to have you inside of me..That huge cock of yours, so manly..Get up inside of me, now and always..Mmph..Spread me wide" Sammy went on, an about-face from her recent, aggressive self.

"Just what I wanted to hear..Who owns you? Who do you belong to, Sexy Sammy? Tell Ben..Who owns this?" he asked, fingering her hole with a swirl-around.

"Yhouu..Ohmh..I'm owned by yhouu..Kheep mhee lhockked up, only foryhour use.." Sammy begged.

"This is so going to be fun..And I already have a spot to keep her..I so own her" Ben mused.