Kinks served: Blackmail, incest, anal, fem-chastity, degradation, humiliation, hypno-kink, noncon, masturbation, slut transformation
Alicia is less concerned with her education than she should be. She prefers to be out with her friends, partying, looking pretty, and being popular. It's the way she's always been.Her younger sister, Camilla, is the opposite. Camilla is something of a nerd, more interested in science and education.
Only a couple of years her junior, Camilla has always been on the receiving end of Alicia's scorn.Rather than use her popularity to help make Camilla's life as a nerd easier, Alicia chose to participate in her sister's ridicule and embarrassment. But high school is over, and college is another matter.
Here, intellect is what gets people places. When Alicia's partying puts her academic future in peril, she's a hair away from getting kicked out of the house.If she doesn't want to end up on the streets, she needs to improve and do it before her father finds out how miserably she's performing. Thankfully, Camilla has exactly what Alicia needs to turn her education around.
The question is, will Alicia still be the same person at the end of the semester? Or will being blackmailed by her sister, her boyfriend's father, her teachers, and her neighbor change Alicia's life altogether?
Set in the Playing with Toys universe, this dark novel of family betrayal features cameo appearances by Dr. Carol Keller and Rebecca from Playing with Toys.
Chapter One: Failure
Alicia sat nude in her sister's computer chair and watched the slut on the screen suck cock. Three fingers deep in her cunt, she worked to get off before the timer on the desk ran out. She couldn't do it. There wasn't enough time. The nipple clamps were too painful on her tits, and the one squeezing horribly on her clit made it so hard to orgasm.
Tears ran down her cheeks, and sniffle snot oozed over her lips. Her tongue flicked out to wet her mouth, and she tasted the sniffles, mingled with the salty remains of the semen on her face. Forty-six seconds left.
In her ass, a vibrating buttplug buzzed away. If it weren't for the clamps, that bit of added sensation might have pushed her over the edge. It had happened before, during class. This time, it wasn't going to do the job.
Camilla stood over her shoulder, her excited breathing audible over the sounds of the wet sucking coming from the speakers. Her sucking. She was the slut on the screen, and the dick in her mouth belonged to a man she didn't even know.
"You can do it, Ali," Camilla whispered in her ear. "You can do it. You don't want to have to shower with Mr. Blake, right?"
Alicia groaned and caressed that special spot in her pussy that should have gotten her there, but it just wouldn't happen. The pain, and the three fingers were too much. Had it been one finger, she could have done it. She was sure. Three was too much. Her pussy was too tight, and the extra digits were more painful than pleasurable. Twenty-two seconds.
On the screen, the administrator from the homeless shelter grabbed a handful of her tits and forced the length of his cock between them. She cried out in pain and flinched back, but he wasn't having it. He held her in place as she squirmed, drool running from her mouth in sticky strings that spattered her tits.
"Here it cums, bitch," the man said. "Ah, fuck! Here it comes!"
Thirteen seconds.
The man tossed his head back and groaned as he ejaculated across her tits. Alicia vividly recalled how cheap and used she'd felt, like she was nothing more than a wet hole and a set of tits for him to use as a masturbation aid. The first ropes of his cum ran down into her belly, but before he'd finished, he pulled out of her cleavage and splattered her face with a third and fourth blast.
Four seconds.
She was going to fail. It was inevitable. Still, she kept going. It was so close, despite the pain. The camera in Camilla's hand captured the stunned, flushed look on her face as she peered up, coated in streaks of gooey white.
The timer hit zero.
"Good girl," the man said and rubbed his cockhead across her lips.
Alicia came.
"Oh, no," Camilla said. "You were so close."
But Camilla didn't sound unhappy about her sister's failure. There was a hint of laughter in that taunting voice. The whole thing, after all, had been Camilla's doing.
Chapter Two: The Good Daughter
Changing one's family's attitude toward sexual perversion was not an overnight process. Camilla understood this. It was not that Camilla hated her family, and it was not that Camilla believed her family was imperfect. There were two primary motivations to Camilla's plan.
The first was that Camilla was a tremendous pervert. Camilla played with her cunt. She did it often, and she did it to the kinds of things that most people would find abhorrent. Camilla rubbed her cunt to incest porn, scenes of daddies pounding their cocks into daughters, mothers throating the cocks of their sons, sisters engaged in twat sucking sessions, and brothers humping their sister's tight assholes.
Camilla got herself off to degrading instances of young women restrained in public places and forced to orgasm for the amusement of strangers. She orgasmed frequently to stories of men coercing coeds into sexual perversion, often through means of blackmail or simply rape. Camilla shoved toys into her pussy as she indulged in videos of chastity-bound college girls, whose denial led them into sexual frenzies, which would warp their minds to where they would do unspeakable things for the chance to relieve their horny cunts.
Those things fascinated Camilla, who at eighteen years old was one of the filthiest people she knew. Her outward appearance and behavior belied this trait, and in fact gave people the impression that she was the complete opposite. This was the second reason that Camilla set about changing her family.
Camilla was smart. While her older sister whiled away her time in school with popularity contests and beauty, Camilla was far more interested in science and learning. Her teachers used words like "brilliant" or "exceptional" but didn't go so far as "genius."
Thus, when the thought came to her that, perhaps, she could turn her home life into a kind of experiment, it was a thought she couldn't dispel. This thought came about soon after her eighteenth birthday, and soon after graduating from high school. It struck Camilla, as she was pounding a dildo into her slick hole, that the girl in the video was a dead ringer for her older sister, Alicia. With a little imagination, the older man in the role of the Daddy could have been her own. The woman sitting nearby, rubbing her cunt as these two actors fucked, could have been her mother.
The question then struck Camilla. With the right set of circumstances, and the right conditioning, could she change her conservative parents into the kind of people that would fuck their daughter? Could she likewise get her older sister to engage in filthy sex acts? She came harder than ever before at the idea.
It wasn't a thing to be approached lightly. Several variations of the plan played out in her mind over the next week. During that time, Camilla infiltrated her family's computers and phones. She took note of their viewing habits. These were depressingly bland, and almost made her give up hope. Her parents were so closeted and vanilla that she wondered how they had managed to conceive two children at all.
Her sister was much the same. Alicia might have been a mean pretty girl, but Alicia was certainly not into watching porno. Alicia might be a stupid cow, who was more interested in reality TV and makeup than her cunt, but Alicia was certainly no pervert.
Rather than deter her, however, these things only made Camilla more intent on carrying through with the experiment. The discovery which ultimately put the plan into action came about not from the digital fingerprints of her parents, but rather a more traditional place. Their closet. In the closet, Camilla discovered a small box, buried under a pile of blankets. In the box were some photographs, and in the photographs were her parents. And they were nude.
The box contained other things. Two dildos. A pair of fuzzy handcuffs. A small stack of magazines. The magazines were ultimately the thing that convinced Camilla that this experiment had a chance of success. One of the magazines, titled Taboo, contained images and articles of the kind that made Camilla's pussy wet. They were simulated images of daddies and daughters, mothers and sons, sisters and brothers. Another, titled Bound, contained photos of women and men in bondage.
Camilla laughed when she discovered these. Outwardly, her parents were staunch anti-porn conservatives. They insisted their daughters dress and behave like ladies. They railed at Alicia for misbehaving, most recently when she posted an image on social media of a wet t-shirt contest she'd been a part of. They'd even gone so far as to threaten Alicia with kicking her out of the house if her grades and behavior didn't improve.
Discovering that her parents had at least entertained the idea of kinky sex at some point was a laughable discovery. So began Camilla's first invasion of their privacy. Tiny cameras disguised as household objects were an easy thing to get these days. Several of them found their way into her parent's bedroom.
While most of what those cameras showed was boring and routine, Camilla did do a great deal of cunt rubbing to those nights when her parents would fuck. She was quite surprised to find they did it frequently. Her mother was quite submissive, enjoying her time wearing the cuffs, sucking her husband's cock, and even taking him up her ass.
Her father, unsurprisingly, was quite dominant. He lightly slapped his wife, called her dirty names, and enjoyed spanking her bottom. On one occasion, they took out the magazines and her mother sucked his cock as they looked at the pictures. Another time, her mother got off and called him Daddy. It was better than Camilla could have hoped for.
It was these discoveries that set in motion Camilla's plan for her parents. Signing them up for email lists from a variety of porn sites was a simple thing. She registered both their emails and phone numbers for daily updates from dozens of kinky sites. In addition, they received newsletters and articles from prominent pro-incest religious groups and conservative Christian organizations, who advocated for changes to the "outdated" ideas of consensual family relations. They valued educated opinions, after all, so Camilla thought it couldn't hurt.
Each day, though they didn't speak of it, their inboxes and messages were filled with porn. At breakfast or dinner they sometimes complained about the amount of "spam" they received lately. Camilla, helpful as always, helped them to install spam filters on their devices. The spam filters were bogus, of course, and simply allowed the emails and messages to come through more frequently.
Over the next few weeks, when she watched the cameras, she took note of the increase in her parent's sexual activity. Where they were fucking two or three times a week previously, now it was almost nightly.
Her sister, on the other hand, seemed immune to the influence of the porno. Spying on Alicia showed no increase in her sexual activity whatsoever. Alicia also did not visit porn sites, read erotic stories, or send naughty photos to her boyfriend. Either Alicia was smarter than Camilla gave her credit for (unlikely) or her sister was truly trying her best not to get kicked out of the house by giving her father reason.
However, Camilla was about to receive the greatest gift she could have asked for when it came to Alicia's place in the plan. The gift came in the mail, and it was addressed to Alicia's father. The gift had the name of Alicia's school on it, and it was from the administrative office. The words, "Notice of Academic Suspension," were printed on the envelope in a red stamp. When Camilla took in the mail that day, she touched her cunt and took the letter. Everything was about to change.
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