The Good Daughter: Part Two

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 Three: Academic Suspension

Alicia's entire life and future was in jeopardy, and it was all because of two words. The words appeared in a letter, and the letter was in her sister's hand.

"Academic suspension?" Camilla said, as she waved the letter in Alicia's room. "You are so fucked!"

Alicia didn't need to hear it from her sister to know it was true. She was fucked. But for whatever reason, she directed her fury, not at herself, but at Camilla.

"You opened my fucking mail?"

Camilla pushed her glasses up her nose. "Like it would matter. You're just lucky it was me and not Dad. I can go put it back and let him read it."

"No!" Alicia shouted and flew from the bed. "Give it to me!"

Camilla shrugged and offered the letter, which Alicia snatched and tore into pieces. Her sister, though, giggled.

"Fuck you," Alicia snarled. "And you'd better not say anything!"

Camilla shrugged and said, "I took pictures of it."

Alicia stopped tearing the paper. "You what? Why?"

Camilla had always been a pest. Their parents didn't believe it, of course. Not Camilla. Camilla was the good daughter. She earned straight A's. She wore glasses. Camilla won the science fair, took drama classes, and earned honor roll without trying.

Camilla, however, was a monster, and Alicia was the only one that saw it.

"Because I care about you," Camilla said, plastering on a look of disbelief that actually looked genuine. "You're my big sis, and I love you."

Her eyes filled with tears, as if even the thought that she didn't have Alicia's best interests at heart was a mortal wound.

"Bullshit," Camilla said. "What do you want? You want me to do all the laundry? Fine. Dishes? Bathrooms? Fine. Just… just don't tell Dad. Please?"

Camilla didn't even pause to consider. She simply shook her head.

"I don't want any of that. I want to help you."

Alicia met her sister's gaze with stony silence.

"Really," Camilla said. "I want to help you. I can help you."

"You want to help me?"

Camilla sat on the edge of her sister's bed and patted the spot next to her. Alicia folded her arms. Camilla frowned and patted the bed once more. Alicia straightened her back. Camilla narrowed her eyes. Alicia sat.

"Two paths diverged in a wood," Camilla said.

"What?"

"Jesus, you really are stupid."

Alicia opened her mouth.

"You have two paths, dummy. Two choices."

Alicia shut her mouth.

"One," Camilla said and held up a finger. "You can not accept my help. You remember what Dad said would happen if you didn't improve after your academic warning? Or if you fucked up again? The wet t-shirt incident is still fresh…"

Alicia shuddered and mumbled.

"That's right," Camilla said. "Out. You're out. Homeless, jobless, broke, a fucking loser."

"Okay! I know!"

"Choice number two. I can help you. I will help you."

"How?"

Camilla smiled and Alicia felt cold.

"Well, first, I have enough brains for the two of us. Second, I know people that can make sure you pass classes and your GPA goes up. Third, I will physically do all your labs and assignments."

"I still have to pass the actual exams, brainiac," Alicia said.

"I can take care of that, too."

"How?"

"Because I'm a brainiac."

Camilla sighed and squeezed the torn bits of the letter in her hand.

"What do you want?" she asked again.

Camilla stood, smoothed down her skirt, and pushed her glasses back up her nose.

"For you to go on a date."

"A date? With who?"

"Dunno," Camilla said and shrugged. "Yet. But I will."

"I don't follow. And that's not me being… stupid. You're being vague."

"So, I made this app—"

"Of course, you did," Alicia grumbled.

"It's called Findr—"

"So original."

"And it's a dating app. You're going to help me test it by going on a date with the first guy you match with!"

"I have a boyfriend," Alicia said.

Camilla waved that off. "And I'm not going to tell him. He's a loser, by the way, and you could really do better."

"He's nice—"

"He's dumb as a brick, and he calls himself Toto."

Alicia blushed.

"He lives in his parent's basement and he thinks he's going to be a world-class wrestler," Camilla went on.

"He's really good!"

"He's a meathead. You're getting sidetracked!"

Alicia shut her mouth.

"One date to test my app. Meathead will never have to know."

"One date?"

Camilla nodded.

"Alright. I'll do it."

"And he has to leave a five-star review."

"Okay?"

"So, you're going to blow him."

Camilla's mouth fell open. She sputtered.

"I am not going to blow him!" she shouted. "What the fuck?"

Camilla raised a brow, pulled out her phone, and tapped. She turned the screen to show her sister. On it was an open message to their father, with a photo of the academic suspension letter attached.

"Don't!" Alicia cried. "Don't! Just… wait!"

Camilla's finger hovered over the send button.

"Why are you doing this?" Alicia asked as tears filled her eyes.

"Mostly because you treated me like a cunt your whole life. Partly because I want to. But mostly the cunt part. You're the epitome of dumb blonde, better-than-you bitches that treat people like me as if we're scum. The truth is that people like me are the ones that go on to boss morons like you around. You get to taste middle-management at best, while people like me set your pay and benefits. I think it's important that we start working on that dynamic right now. Shall I press this button, or are you going to suck a dick?"

"I—"

"You have sucked a dick before, right?"

Alicia blushed.

"Wow. Okay. You got me on that one. I could have sworn you were a head monster."

Alicia frowned.

"My finger's getting tired," Camilla said.

"Don't! I—I'll do it!"

Camilla removed her finger and a grin spread across her face. She pocketed the phone, adjusted her glasses, and gave Alicia a demeaning pat on the head.

"Good girl. I'll let you know when I have your date lined up."

"Do I at least get some say in who the guy is?"

"What would be the fun in that?"

Alicia wiped her eyes and said, "I hate you."

Camilla only smiled and left the room.

Chapter Four: Teeny Face Bangers

"Professor Lewiston is your first hurdle," Camilla said as she sat with Alicia in her bedroom.

"How do you know that?" Alicia asked.

It had been one day since her sister's discovery of Alicia's academic problems, and she hadn't yet given any further insight into the "date" she was sending her on. The tension over it knotted Alicia's gut. Had she just been a better sister, Camilla might not have put her in this awful position.

No. That wasn't quite true. She'd put herself in this position by placing her studies behind her social life. It was her fault, and she couldn't deny it. Camilla was taking advantage of it for her own shitty amusement, but it was ultimately her own fault.

"It doesn't matter. I know people that know people," Camilla said. "The point is, we need to give you some breathing room while I'm getting your work done for you. He's your first hurdle to clear because he's your lowest grade, and if you don't get above a 2.0 by the end of this semester, you're even more fucked."

"How?"

"He wants a picture of your tits."

Alicia reddened and clenched her fists. "A picture of my… I'm not taking a topless picture for my teacher!"

"Then you're going to fail his class."

"That's illegal!" Alicia countered. "All of this is illegal! You're blackmailing me!"

Camilla looked genuinely taken aback. "I would never!"

"You are! I could go to the police."

"You could," Camilla agreed. "You could do that. You could tell Dad what I'm doing, too. It would be a good story. Let's think about that."

Camilla's face fell and she began to sob as Alicia looked on, perplexed.

"Blackmail? Daddy, I don't know what she's talking about! That doesn't make sense!" she bawled.

Alicia's mouth hung open.

"I didn't want her to get in trouble, so I didn't say anything… but… she—Oh, Daddy! Alicia touched me! Down there!"

"I did not!" Alicia cried. "What are you—"

Just as suddenly, Camilla stopped crying.

"Drama class since the fourth grade. Do you honestly think that your word against mine is going to sway anyone? Look at you. Ditzy and blonde, big melons, and blue eyes. In ninth grade, you got suspended for smoking in the bathroom. Dad had to pick you up from Larry Swanson's 'party' when you were a sophmore, because you got drunk and dived in his parents pool. Oh! You ran over the mailbox that time when you were doing your makeup backing out of the driveway. You barely managed to graduate high school, and you date a guy who calls himself 'Toto'. Then there was the wet t-shirt incident—"

"Okay! I get it! I'm a… a fuck up. And you're perfect."

"You said it."

Alicia put her head down and asked, "Isn't there something else I can do?"

Camilla shook her head. "No can do. The old pervert wants you to send him your tits. Selfie style. Come on. It's not so bad. They're just tits, and they're nice tits."

"Yeah, but it's… it's gross!"

"There's the alternative…" Camilla said and let the threat hang in the pause that followed.

Alicia toyed with the hem of her top and mumbled, "Fine."

"Good girl. Now, top off."

Alicia slowly peeled the top over her head, held it across her chest indecisively, then set it aside.

"Bra, too," Alicia ordered.

"Really?"

"Really."

Alicia unsnapped the catch on her pretty pink bra and, without meeting her sister's eye, slowly pulled it away.

"Yup," Alicia said. "It's a fine rack. That old pervert's gonna whack himself silly looking at those."

"Do you have to make this even grosser?"

Camilla held her hand out.

"What?" Alicia asked.

"Your phone."

Alicia handed it over. Her sister tapped and held it up.

"Say—"

"Wait!"

"What now? Jesus. How are you this insecure about showing your boobs to some old perv?"

"You're not going to have my face in it, right?" Alicia asked.

"Of course, I am. How else is he going to know it's actually you, and you didn't download some pic of a girl's rack?"

Alicia covered her tits and whined, "I can't!"

Camilla nodded and said, "Right. Homeless loser it is. You know, when you're living on the street and dodging rape gangs, do you think Dad will let me turn your room into a workroom?"

Alicia turned white. "Rape gangs?"

"Hang on," Camilla said and went to her closet.

She rummaged inside, and returned with a pair of running shoes, which she set on the bed.

"Those are a solid brand. Only wore them a couple times, so the soles are tip-top. I mean, they're not exactly Hermes' winged sandals, but every advantage counts when you're running from a group of determined rapists, right? Don't say I never did anything for you."

She offered Alicia her phone back. Alicia did not take it. She looked at the shoes, then down at her covered breasts.

"This is really the only way?" she said.

"Outside of you devising a solution to time travel and convincing your younger self to reconsider her life choices," Camilla said.

Alicia lowered her hands and exposed her tits. Camilla held up the phone.

"Are we doing this?" she asked. "I do have your term paper to write, you know?"

Alicia, her cheeks glowing, looked into the camera. Camilla snapped the photo.

"See? All done," she said and tapped at the screen.

"I'm such a loser," Alicia bawled.

Camilla shrugged, tapped, and said, "You said it."

After a few more taps, she handed the phone back. On the screen, a text message to her teacher showed her shameful display, along with the words, "Hi, Professor Lewiston. Will this help me get my grades up?"

"What?" Alicia stammered. "You sent it from my phone? And what's with the message?"

The phone pinged.

"No!" Alicia cried.

A reply from her teacher read, "Alicia, this is the most inappropriate thing I've seen in my entire tenure. Please see me after class on Monday to discuss. Will hold off reporting to the Dean. Consider your apology carefully."

"You said he wanted me to send it!" Alicia said. "You said he—"

"And he did," Camilla said. "I never said he wasn't going to use it to blackmail you or something. Never trust a slimy old pervert who asks for pictures of your tits."

"Blackmail me? That isn't fair!"

"Nah. It's pretty shitty, really," Camilla agreed. "Let's not dwell on it, alright? He's probably just going to make you blow him or something."

"Oh, my God! I'm not doing that!" Alicia said and began to cry.

"Speaking of blowing," Camilla said, ignoring her sister's distress. "I've got your profile set up on the app, and you've got matches. Most of the dudes are just talk, but I'm pretty sure one of them is gonna meet. You're free tomorrow night, right?"

Alicia continued to cry.

"Seriously?" Camilla said with a sigh. "If you're this whiny about getting a dick in the mouth now, how are you going to feel when you have to use your body to latch yourself onto a successful husband as his trophy wife?"

Alicia choked on a sob and shook her head.

"Haven't put a lot of thought into your future, have you?" Camilla asked, nodded, and continued, "Yeah. I guess that's no surprise. Since Toto isn't going to be a WWE superstar or anything, and will probably be lucky to make manager at Taco Hut, you might want to start thinking about it now. You know? While you're working out how not to be a vagrant with porn star tits."

Alicia began to cry harder.

"I'm saying this for your own good," Camilla continued and put an arm around her sister. "You've lived in this bubble where people did things for you because you were pretty, but that isn't real, Ali. You're learning in college there are lots of other pretty girls, and most of them are smart, too. You didn't get the smart part, but you did get a hot body and that innocent-looking face that guys love."

Alicia shook with her sobbing.

"There are essentially two roads for you," Camilla explained. "One. You marry a guy with money who keeps you as a trophy wife. Most guys like that are closet perverts who are into kinky shit. You'll get to drive a nice car, have nice things, live in a sweet house, sure. At night he'll whip your tits or put weird stuff up your butthole because the sight of your tears makes him hard. When he does pump his dick into your pussy, it will only be in order to knock you up and make sure you pump out the next generation of abusive elites, who will grow up entitled pricks. They saw what a footstool Mommy was, and they'll treat women the same way, perpetuating the cycle of patriarchy."

Alicia wiped at her eyes, blew her nose into her shirt, and looked at Camilla in horror.

"Two," Camilla said. "You can get your shit together and not have to rely on some dipshit to support you. I can help you with that."

Alicia looked dubious. "How?" she croaked.

"I'll come up with something."

"How?" Alicia asked again.

"Ali, I'm three years younger than you. I've been working and investing since I was thirteen. Which one of us do you trust to come up with an idea that will help you be financially independent?"

"You?" Alicia said.

Camilla patted her head. "Me. I've got this, alright? You just do what I tell you to do. I'll make sure you get a college degree and that you can take care of yourself. Deal?"

Alicia looked down at her tits, now coated in drying tears, and she nodded.

"Good," Camilla said. "Now, remember. Your date needs to leave a five-star review, so you're gonna need to learn about sucking a good dick. It's a life skill that can't steer you wrong, so you need that in your bag of tricks, anyway."

"I hate this," Alicia mumbled.

"It will be easy," Camilla said and adjusted her glasses. "You've got that cute little pixie face that dudes dream about stuffing with their dicks. I guarantee you don't even need a masterful technique. You just need to look like you're in distress when they fuck your mouth like a pocket pussy."

Alicia sniffled and seemed on the verge of crying again.

"See?" Camilla said. "That's the way! Just look like you're a victim and they'll be blasting loads down your throat in minutes, if not seconds."

Alicia choked back her tears and looked as if she might be ill.

"Come over here," Camilla said.

She stood up and went to her sister's desk, where she sat in the chair and logged in. Alicia stood behind her.

"How did you know my password?" she asked.

"Your password is 'password' spelled backward," Camilla said and shook her head.

Alicia blushed. Camilla brought up the browser window and punched in a URL.

"While I'm doing your actual homework," she said, "you're going to do some blowjob homework."

The site loaded, and Alicia made a distressed noise. Across the banner, in red letters, was the title, "Teeny Face Bangers."

"This is disgusting!" Alicia whined.

"Fuck yeah," Camilla agreed. "But this is what dudes like."

"Toto doesn't," Alicia said.

"Sure, he doesn't," Camilla mumbled. "Guarantee I log into his laptop and half of his history is this shit. The other half being Mommy porn and video games. Seriously, Ali. Do better."

Camilla typed, scrolled, and selected a playlist with the title, "Dumb blonde hardcore throating compilation."

"Sit down," she said and vacated the chair.

Alicia sat but looked at the keyboard, rather than the screen.

"I'm going to assume you know how to rub one out. Please don't tell me I need to teach you that basic life skill, too."

Alicia nodded.

"Yes, I need to teach you? Yes, you know how to play with your twat?" Camilla said.

"I know how to do it," Alicia grumbled. "I'm not that stupid."

"Debatable," Camilla said. "Okay. You watch this playlist and rub your cunt. What we want to do is train your body to respond to abusive throat fucking. That way, even when you've got some dude pumping away, and you're struggling for breath, your cunt's wet and happy. It's gonna take time, sure, but we'll get there."

"But that's—"

"Gross? Yeah," Camilla agreed. "Think about it this way. You can get good at being a cocksucker and get some enjoyment out of it, or you can be a second-class cocksucker, hate it, and go through life doing it anyway. Think about the two paths, Ali."

Alicia considered it, pictured an unnamed future husband whipping her tits, and grumbled, "Fine."

"Good girl," Camilla said. "Now I'm gonna work on your paper."

Before she left, though, Camilla reached up and flicked open the cover of the webcam embedded in the monitor.

"What are you doing?" Alicia asked.

"I'm going to watch you, to make sure you're doing it."

"You're going to—"

"Watch, yes," Camilla said. "Just kind of. I'll be working on your paper. Just pretend it isn't me. Pretend you're doing it for Toto or something."

"He wouldn't—" Alicia started.

"Right. He's a fucking saint. I got it. He's never had an unholy thought or touched his wee-wee. Do you two even fuck?"

"Yes," Alicia said. "We've made love. He's sweet, and he's kind. He's not a… a pervert like you!"

Camilla patted her shoulder and said, "Rub your cunt. I'll be back later."

She left the room, leaving Alicia to stare at the monitor. Frozen on the screen was the image of a blonde girl, about her age, with tears in her eyes. A man's hand was in her hair, gripping it roughly, and his cock was buried to the balls in the girl's mouth. Alicia looked at the door and back to the monitor. Then, she put her hand down her shorts and clicked the play button.

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