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Corruption Samantha's Story By Erica Wright, with very special consultant, Marcia St. Denis 05/02/02 - 08/14/02 Faithful readers, I thought you needed some background information on Samantha in order to justify the storyline in later chapters of Corruption. Thankfully I was able to convince Marcia to allow me to 'investigate' Samantha's younger years. This is a stand-alone story but fits nicely with the original story. Take heart, more chapters of both stories are in the works. Chapter 1 Sam remembered part of the night like it was yesterday. He was fourteen, and home alone when the police knocked on the door. "Is your father home?" That's all they kept asking him as he looked at them through the cracked door. He kept the two chain locks engaged as his mother and father had instructed him and despite seeing the policemen's badges he didn't want to let them in. He just knew something was wrong; police don't knock on your door in the middle of the night unless something terrible has happened. "Son, we need to talk to you. Can you please let us in?" "My mom and dad said never to let anyone in..." "Well, OK. Then you're doing the right thing by not letting us in son. Listen, call the police precinct. Give them your address and then ask them if there are two officers outside your door... While you're by the phone, is there a relative you can call? Someone who can come over now?" Sam closed the door and locked the deadbolt. He leaned out the window trying to see the street four floors below. If he could just see a police car, or maybe the reflections of flashing lights he'd feel better. But because of the angle he couldn't see anything. After calling the precinct and being told that it was very important that he let the officers in, he did. The hours from the time his fingers touched the doorknob until his uncle Steve showed up at the hospital the next morning were a complete blur. Weeks later he pieced the lost hours together by talking to his uncle. After the police had told him the horrible news that his mother had been killed in the family's convenience store he must've passed out and been brought to the hospital. He had vague memories, of a stretcher, an ambulance ride and an embarrassing moment of someone undressing him. Other than that, he recalled nothing before waking up in the hospital. He remembered his Uncle Steve slumped in the chair across from him, asleep. He remembered slipping past him to use the bathroom. He remembered walking out of the bathroom and being wrapped in a tight bear hug. "They found your dad too... He's gone. He's gone too... Who could've done this... your parents, my sister... the fucking bastards...." Even in his slightly sedated state he remembered the odd construction of the sentence, "Your parents, my sister... the fucking bastards." His mother had been found behind the counter of the family store, one shot in the back. His father had been found a few blocks away in a dark alley. He had been shot five or six times in the face. The funeral had been horrible. His mother's casket was open, his fathers closed. Sam just kept wondering when he would wake up so that life could return to normal. Sam stayed with Uncle Steve in his shabby apartment for a few days and then they both moved back into Sam's parent's apartment. He never saw the police after that first night. He kept wondering when the big investigation would start, never knowing that there wouldn't really be one. His parents owned and operated a 24-hour convenience store in a bad section of the city. As far as the police were concerned it was almost their fault for being there. Within two or three weeks everything seemed to be back to normal except his parents were dead. He'd get up, go to school, come home, do his homework, make something to eat, watch some TV and then go to bed. It was a cycle that repeated itself over and over again. Uncle Steve was working the same hours that his parents used to and Sam would only see him in passing. One night he woke up to hear Steve arguing with someone on the phone. He crept to the bedroom door trying to listen. "... I told you before that they had no fucking money. If they did, they wouldn't have been working there. Yeah well, I gave you all I got, its not like they had some big fucking insurance police. I barely covered the funerals and now I'm stuck with a kid, a store that barely breaks even and I still owe you more money than I'll ever make in my fucking lifetime. Somehow you've gotten blood from this stone but there ain't no more. I'll give you everything I make... forever, but you gotta stop compounding what I owe." There was silence and Sam started to back away to go back to bed. But his uncle started talking again. "No fucking way, I'm not doin' that... I barely sleep now... Well all right then, maybe you'll have to do it to make your point in the neighborhood, but then you'll never get your money, are you gonna write that much off just to make a fucking point? I'm trying... Give me some time. I've always thought of something before... Hey? Hello? Hello?" Steve slammed the phone down. "Fuck!" Sam backed away, trying to make it back to his bed without making a noise. One step from his bed the floor groaned loudly. He jumped into bed as he heard the kitchen chair slide across the floor and then agitated footsteps to his door. He sprawled out and tried to relax just as his door opened. "Sam... You OK Sam?" Uncle Steve whispered as he walked across the room. Sam's own voice screamed in his head... 'Breathe easy... breathe easy... nice and calm.' Sam knew he had heard something he wasn't supposed to. He felt his uncle leaning over him, felt his eyes searching for any sign of awareness. 'Pretend to wake up... or keep faking???' Sam was torn as the seconds stretched into what seemed like hours. Finally, "Fuckin' imagining things..." Steve mumbled as he turned to leave the room. Sam saw the shadow cross behind closed lids and waited for the door to shut. It did and he took a deep breath. He didn't sleep the entire night. When he finally gave up trying it was about 5:00 AM. Sam could hear his uncle shuffling through his morning routine. A few minutes later he heard the apartment door slam shut, and he crawled out of bed. He went to the bathroom and then made his way to the kitchen. There was a note on the table: Sam, I know this will be hard, but do you think you could go through your mother and father's things? I tried last night and I just can't. I keep thinking about not having my little sister ever again... I can't keep living out of boxes and bags and I think we both need to start moving on... You can take the day off from school if you want. Steve Sam slowly walked to his parent's bedroom. There were the black plastic bags with Steve's clothes hanging out of them strewn around. His mother would've flipped. She always said, "We might only be a step from trash ourselves, but that doesn't mean we have to live like it..." The room looked like a garbage heap. He sat down onto the bed and stared at his parents' dresser. He didn't think he'd have a problem going through his dad's things since there wasn't a lot there and he knew all about what boy's wear. But his mom's things were another story. Since he'd been a little boy he'd always been fascinated by the difference in girls and boys clothes and he had always liked looking at his mom's stuff and touching them when he thought he could sneak a feel. He remembered asking his mother why her clothes were so soft and slippery and fancy and his and his dad's were so plain and boring. Her answer had been simple, "Because I'm a girl and you're not. That's one of the special things about being a girl, we get prettier clothes!" Even though they weren't rich, his mom always seemed to have really nice dresses and shoes around and her underwear was really flimsy and pretty and looked just like what girls wore in the magazines his mom liked to read. His dad had told him that he liked seeing his mom all dressed up pretty and feminine. "It makes me proud to be seen with her," his father had said. Sam pulled open the top drawer and the sweet flowery scent hit him like a punch in the stomach. It didn't matter what kind of day she was having, there was always a hint of this scent on his mother. He took a deep breath and sat back on the bed crying before his backside hit the comforter. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but his stomach was growling when he finally woke up. After eating three bowls of almost dry cereal (there had only been about an ounce of sour milk in the carton!) Sam returned to his parent's bedroom. He looked in the drawer. Bras, matching panties, slips, stockings and other things he didn't know the name of stared back at him. He reached in and pulled out two huge handfuls. "Well now what...?" he said to no one. He found an empty bag and began to stuff the lingerie in until his hand lingered on a soft smooth item. His fingers closed around it and he pulled it back out from the bag. It was black and shiny and had a really delicate, see-through lace ruffle at the edge. It stretched when he pulled at it. Years later he would think back on the next fifteen seconds and wonder what caused him to do what he did next. Almost in a trance he stepped out of his plain checked boxers and shimmied into the black panties. Almost immediately his cock got hard as a rock, straining against the smooth tight satin spandex. He looked down past the lace ruffle and rubbed the sausage shape under the panties. Little electric jolts seemed to swarm over his body. "MMMmmmm..." he said as he kept rubbing his cock. He looked in the mirror. He thought he looked silly but in spite of that, he knew he really liked the feelings that were coming from down there. "Maybe if I put on something else I won't look so funny...." He looked in the drawer, and found a matching black bra. After fumbling with it for a few minutes he had it on straight. Now he didn't look quite as stupid, in fact he kind of liked the way he looked! "I need boobs... this doesn't look right!" He found some soft stockings and stuffed them in the cups, shaping them as he squeezed them. He reached forward and shifted the mirror down so his head wasn't in the frame. Now he really liked what he saw, it was like having his own girl to rub and stroke! He imagined he was looking at Lizzy Sampson, who had been held back in school. She was older than all the other kids. In addition, Lizzy had developed physically much earlier than any of the other girls. His friends would always talk about her titties and what it would be like to squeeze them. Sam liked to think about touching them too but he also kept thinking about whether she wore pretty panties and bras like the ones he had on and tried to imagine what she looked like in them. In his mind he became her. He was rubbing and squeezing Lizzy's big titties and she liked it. Truth was, he liked it too! It was strange but he was living out two different characters. He was both Lizzy, enjoying the rubbing and squeezing and fondling, and he was himself doing the rubbing, squeezing and fondling. He imagined Lizzy whispering something really dirty, something he had been told he wasn't ever to do until he was MUCH older. "Rub me there, down between my legs... rub my vagina..." Sam watched in the mirror as his own hand slid down his smooth stomach passing over his throbbing penis and settled over his tightly wrapped balls while his other hand reached under his bra and began to pinch his hard swollen nipple. He cupped his balls and began rubbing them, doing what he and his friends had always imagined some girl would let them do some day. He was squeezing Lizzy's big tits and feeling her vagina too! As he rubbed and squeezed he felt this incredible buzzy feeling all over and he kept rubbing faster and faster, squeezing Lizzy's tits and soft vagina. Every time he slowed down the buzz would go away so he went faster and faster until he closed his eyes and then he thought he was dying. Every inch of his body seemed to be on fire and tingling as he started to shake. His breath came in short gasps and his blood felt like it was boiling. He had no idea what was happening but continued rubbing faster and faster because it felt so good! "Ughhhhh! Oooommmmmph!!!!" He heard himself groan. His hand was a blur as he gazed at himself through barely opened eyes. And then his balls were contracting under the tight smooth material. He felt this incredible feeling rush come over him and then move up his penis. A second later it was twitching in the tight confines of the panties. He felt hot wet stuff pumping out everywhere. All he could think was that he was peeing himself, but he didn't care. For the first time in weeks he felt alive! More alive then he'd ever felt before. After a minute or two he sat back on the bed panting. He rubbed his cock through the satin front panel of his mom's panties and could feel it slipping around in something wet and thick. He pulled the waistband of the panties out and looked down. His cock was still hard but there was all this stringy white and clear goo everywhere. It was like someone had dumped a bottle of rubber cement in his panties but the scent was kind of fresh and nutty like it was fresh from the ocean. He found himself breathing the aroma in deeply. He was more shocked when he found himself reaching in and running a finger through it and bringing it up to his mouth, smelling and tasting cum for the first time in his young life. What shocked him the most was that he liked the taste and the texture and he LOVED the smell.... All rich and nutty and salty like the ocean. He pulled the panties up tight and began rubbing himself again. The panties were soaked completely through by this time and the lubrication of his own cum was driving him to another quick orgasm. Before he knew it another load of hot sticky goo spurted out of his cock. This time there was no holding him back as he immediately reached into the panties and scooped out loads of wet stringy cum. He felt guilty and excited and embarrassed all at once as he feasted on his special treat. When the inside of the panties were almost empty and only had a bit of residual stickiness to them he slowly peeled them off, tossing them on the floor in a ball. "What now?" he thought. He looked at the half full bag of lingerie as well as what remained in the drawer. "There's no way I can just throw this stuff out... I need to go through it... slowly... carefully." He searched out another pair of panties. He pulled on a pink pair that seemed to have no back to them, just a thin strip of satin material. The front panel consisted of sheer see through lace with an off-white floral pattern on them. He loved the look of his little cock peeking back at him through the lace panel. Then he remembered that a bra and panties SHOULD match. He struggled with the bra he'd put on earlier and quickly got the black one off and put a pink one on in its place. He filled the black plastic bag with the contents of the top drawer and dragged it back to his room. As the afternoon changed into evening a cross-dresser was born. Sam quickly settled into a routine. Anything plain and utilitarian, like cotton bras and panties, went into one black plastic bag, anything shiny, slippery, stretchy or lacy and feminine went into another. In the course of going through everything he came across a pantyhose keeper. It had a bunch of little pockets with all different colored pantyhose stuffed in them. He decided to keep all of them but not before pulling his panties off and slipping on a particularly smooth stretchy pair. He loved the way they squeezed and caressed him as he moved around in his room. He pulled the panties back on over the top of the hose and continued going through his mom's things. Finally it came time to try on everything he wanted to keep. Being as young as he was, most of her things were either too big or fit pretty well. Everything that was a little too big, he kept. Those few things that were too small, he threw out. Even then he was thinking of the future. He knew he would be growing, not shrinking. He also knew this was his only source of this special pleasure. It wasn't like he could ever walk into a store and buy a bra. The police would probably come and take him away! After a few hours, he had gone through the contents of the dresser and half of the closet. It was late but he knew he still had hours until his uncle came home. He sped up. It was easier going through the clothes than the lingerie. By necessity his mother had a fairly plain wardrobe and most of it went in the bag to get rid of but the sexier outfits and dresses and skirts and tops stayed. Almost twelve hours later Sam looked at what he'd done. Eight big bags of clothes to go, two bags to stay. What would he do with the 'keepers'? It wasn't like he could hang the stuff in his closet, or put it in his own drawers. He remembered that his dresser had a false bottom and he stuffed some under there. The rest went under his bed for the short-term. He knew he would need to find a good place for the rest but for now it just needed to be out of his uncle's sight! He was starving and walked to the kitchen in the pantyhose, pink bra and panties he'd worn all day. It amazed him how naturally he'd taken to the soft sexy underwear. He remembered torturing and teasing a classmate who had been forced to wear panties to school by the kid's older brother. Was Sam what they had called his schoolmate? Was he a sissy? A fag? 'No freaking way!' Sam mumbled, 'I was thinking about sexy Lizzy Sampson, I wasn't thinking about another guy!' But it wasn't quite so easy to put those thoughts away once he had opened the subject and they kept going around and around inside him as he sat and ate a peanut and butter sandwich. He was getting a little upset that they were nagging at him so much. "If you're not a sissy-boy, why are you still wearing the PINK bra and panties? And pantyhose too!" his mind asked. "Because they feel good!" he answered out loud. As he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich he heard footsteps outside the door and then keys. He looked at the clock, 'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!' His uncle was home! He looked down the hallway. He would need to cross in FRONT of the doorway to the apartment to get to his room. He leapt up and ran, his feet slipping because of the pantyhose. He heard his uncle drop his keys. He was suddenly thankful that his uncle sometimes drank at the end of the night and raced the last five feet. He turned off the light to his room and jumped right into bed, pulling the covers up to his neck just as the door to the apartment opened. "Sam, you home?" Steve called out, "I got a call from the school so I know you took me up on my offer..." Strangely, at the sound of his uncle's voice Sam felt his cock throbbing to life. It was getting uncomfortable underneath the tight pantyhose and panties. Sam tried to arrange the blanket as naturally as possible before answering. But he was conscious of his aroused state. "I'm in bed Uncle Steve..." The door to his room opened and Sam prayed that Steve wouldn't turn the light on or come in. He didn't, choosing to stand in the doorway. "In bed already? That's a surprise..." "I did what you asked me to do and felt really depressed afterwards, so I went to bed... You don't mind do you?" Sam wondered if the quivering he felt was creeping into his voice. "Yeah... I know, this whole thing sucks... especially for you. Just stay in bed and try to get a good night's sleep, you'll feel better in the morning..." The door was closing when Sam blurted out, "Do you want me to take the clothes to donate or will you?" Steve walked halfway back in. Sam's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel a huge wet spot spreading where the tip of his cock strained against the panties. "Would you mind? Take a taxi if you need to, see if you can get a receipt too. Are you OK Sam? You seem awfully bundled up?" "Yeah, yeah I'm ok... I'm just really upset... you know..." Sam's cock was painful it was so hard! His uncle was less than three feet away. "Well just try to get some sleep... Despite what all the doctors say, sleep is really the best thing... I just wish I could..." Steve turned and walked out without another word, closing the door behind him. Relieved, Sam relaxed and before he could think about it he realized that another orgasm had snuck up on him! He gasped through clenched teeth as his cock spasmed and pumped. In a moment his cock was once again swimming in gobs of sticky cum held tight against his stomach by the pantyhose. He was floating as the orgasm swept over him. He heard his uncle walking around in the apartment right outside the closed door and that only excited him more as he reached under the blankets and scooped out another thick load of his cum and brought it up to his hungry lips. He swished it around in his mouth before swallowing it. Why had the thought of being caught made him so excited? Did he WANT to be caught? He scraped the last strings of cooling cum out of his panties and rolled onto his stomach, drifting off into a strangely satisfied sleep. Chapter 2 Sam woke the next morning face down in his bed. He felt the bra straps across his shoulders and the crispy tightness of his cum-soaked pantyhose and panties. As he stretched he realized that sometime during the night he had kicked off the blankets. His uncle smoked a lot of weed and always opened the windows while he did. Often Uncle Steve would fall asleep with the windows still open and then the heat would go on, and cook the whole apartment! Sam had no doubt that if his uncle had looked in on him before he went to work he would've noticed that his nephew was wearing pantyhose and a matching bra and panty set! 'I have to be more careful!' He scolded himself. He peeled of the lingerie and tossed it in a pile before pulling on his bathrobe and going to the bathroom. As he peed he looked around sleepily. There was something black in the wastepaper basket. Sam reached down and gasped as he pulled out the black panties he had cum in the day before. They were crispy and dried into a ball shape. He remembered taking them off and leaving them in his uncle's room! There was no doubt he had fucked up now! How was he going to explain them? His mind raced. "Just ignore them, pretend they're not there. I bet he's as embarrassed as you! Act like nothing happened and nothing will!" But he made sure he added the black panties to the pink set and pantyhose in his room since he didn't want to lose them. Sam got dressed nervously, ate something and before rushing off to school combed the apartment for any signs of the previous day's adventures. In school, he couldn't concentrate on a thing. His thoughts were a jumble of recollections of how it felt to be in his mother's lingerie and fantasies of what he might do when he got home. He kept having the same daydream; he was wearing tiny pink satin panties with white flowers and a matching bra with a little satin robe. In the dream, he had real titties, not huge ones, but not so little that they weren't heavy enough to give weight to his chest and fill out his bra. They filled the satin cups perfectly and his nipples were both large and hard as pebbles. He was draped over his uncle's knees and he was getting a severe spanking for being such a naughty, naughty girl! "Samantha, you've got to learn discipline! You'll never amount to anything if you don't learn to be a good girl!" In the dream Sam was crying but his cock was soooo hard and soooo close to cumming as slap after slap rained down on his upturned butt and he kept grinding his panty covered cock against the hard muscle of his uncle's thigh. He was begging his uncle to stop because he knew he was going to make a big mess in his pretty panties! But his uncle wouldn't listen and finally on one of the down strokes, as the hot sting spread across his butt, Sam came, shuddering and shaking as he filled his flowered panties with cum. Every time the dream would end there! It was so frustrating! Why was Sam having such a dirty, dirty dream? Finally, as the day wore on, Sam actually found himself trying to imagine the end of the dream. What would happen next? Would his uncle be even angrier? What would his uncle think of him? Could he make his uncle happy if he showed him how he always cleaned up his own mess? Or would that just show Uncle Steve what a dirty GIRL he had become? If he had been distracted earlier in the day, now he was almost in a stupor. Wouldn't this day ever end? Finally the day was over. Sam completely ignored his friends and ran home. He closed the door behind him and using the two chain locks, locked it. Now, even if his uncle came home, he would need to wait until Sam unlocked the door before he could come in. Sam all but ran to his bedroom, tearing off his clothes as he went. He pulled the black plastic bag out from under his bed and riffled through it. He knew they were in here somewhere. Ahhh... he sighed as he pulled out the pink satin panties and matching bra. He slipped the panties up his legs tucking his hardening cock down between his legs. He pulled them up tight until his now throbbing cock was actually hurting his balls. He ran his hand over the satin covered bulge and imagined a vagina between his legs. Next came the bra, he looped it around his stomach fastening it expertly. "Maybe I was a girl in a previous life?" he thought to himself giggling as he stuffed the cups of his bra. He shaped 'his' breasts until they filled the satin cups fairly accurately. (Not that he'd ever seen a real set of titties!) Next he pulled out the bottom drawer completely and reached in until his hand closed on the satin robe. He yanked it out and slipped it around his shoulders. He tied a tiny bow around his waist and sauntered around really enjoying his newfound girlyness. How had this become so 'normal' to him so quickly? He decided he didn't care. He loved being someone else, someTHING else! For the first time in weeks he was happy, carefree. He wasn't Sam whose parents had just been killed; he was Samantha, a carefree, sexy teenager. Was this was how people developed second personalities? He moved his hips from side to side, loving the feel of the satin robe swishing along his sides. "If I only had long hair... and maybe some heels." He said looking into the mirror. Remembering that he hadn't gone through the shoe portion of her closet and that his mother had dressed up like a cheerleader the previous year, he yelped, "I do!" He raced to the hall closet, pulling down the Halloween box. He felt a twinge of shame and guilt as he pulled the long curly blonde wig styled in Big Hair from the box. He slipped it on and tried to adjust it from side to side and front to back. He walked to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He loved what he saw. He looked so soft and feminine like one of the girls in Uncle Steve's Penthouse magazines. He went down the hall to his parent's room and looked down at the rows of shoes his mother had left behind. He threw all of the flats and sneakers and functional shoes into bags to add to the eight he had collected from yesterday and took the 12 pair of high-heeled pumps and sandals and sling-backs and boots to his bedroom and slipped them under his bed. He kept out a pair of strappy, white patent leather sandals that he thought would match the white floral lace on his panties and bra. They had at least a 4" thin stiletto heel and the straps went across his toes and wrapped around his ankles 6 times before he could tie them off behind his leg in a bow. He could almost imagine his uncle finding him, "Samantha! Why are you dressed like such a little hussy!?" He wouldn't understand.... Uncle Steve would yell at him. "Do you want all the boys to chase you around with their dicks hanging out of their pants... Don't just stand there, answer me, do you...?" He pouted and whispered to his reflection in the mirror, "Yes uncle, I think I do... I think I do want to see all those nasty little boys with hard penises in their pants panting to get at me... big bulges just for me. And I think I want to learn how to make them happy just the way girls do. I want to BE a girl in every way and I want to learn how to make their hard things squirt just like mine!" Samantha slipped her hand down between her legs and hauled out her hardening prick. It had been tightly squeezed in the tight panties but now that it was free, it was throbbing to full erection. Samantha looked down and at the mirror at the same time. "Is there such thing as both? Could I really want both things?" She started stroking the thing between her legs while swaying side to side and taking little mincing steps in her heels. It was incredibly erotic. She knew that under all the soft material and the erotically high heels she was still just a scrawny little boy, barely a teenager but she had begun to think of herself as a "her", not a "him" and to call herself Samantha, not Sam! Here she was dressed like a hot, feminine girl and as she gazed at herself she looked and felt so sexy! Her pert little tits, her narrow waist, her tight tiny butt cheeks that stuck out with the added arch induced by her 4" heels and which were split into two perfectly smooth white orbs by the pink satin band of her thong. "Mmmmmm, why do I feel soooooo good? I bet I could give Lizzy Sampson a run!" The long smooth legs perched atop her vampy heels, the ridiculously long, full blonde wig, the flowing and gossamer thin, see-through pink robe. She felt like a teen beauty queen. She laughed, "If I'm crowned Miss Hunter's Point I promise to suck the hard, throbbing penis of every boy under the age of fifteen as my thank you..." Suddenly the picture of her licking and sucking a hard cock was all she could imagine. "Are these clothes haunted or what? One second I'm a regular guy and now all I want is to taste a big hard bone..." She shook her head, clearing that image. "That fantasy will be for ANOTHER day..." Her focus shifted, "Let me get THIS dirty little dream out of my head... now." Speaking in the firmest adult voice she could muster she spoke to herself in the mirror... "Young lady YOU need a spanking... go right into the living room!" She sauntered into the living room and before lying over the recliner tucked her hard cock back inside her panties. She imagined what it would feel like, so vulnerable, lying across Uncle Steve's lap. Would he notice the hard thing barely held in check by the soft panties? Would he rub his hand along her curved backside? Samantha couldn't remember if Uncle Steve had a girlfriend. What if he slid his hand down? Samantha ran her fingers between her own cheeks cupping and then gently squeezing her satin covered balls. "Please don't hurt me Uncle Steve... please!" She awkwardly brought her own hand up and slapped her own ass. "Ughhh..." The sting was electric. She had been spanked once in her life and it hadn't felt ANYTHING like this! She brought her hand down again and again. Slapping each of her cheeks over and over again. She arched her back and started spanking lower and lower until she was making contact with her balls through the satin. Her backside was hot and tingly and her balls were tender, and she could feel her panties soaked where her cock was oozing. "Please stop, Uncle Steve... I'm going to make a sticky mess in my panties! I promise I'll be a good girl... puh- lease?" "Don't worry missy, I'll give you a chance to be a good girl, but first you need to be punished..." Four more slaps and Samantha felt as if her whole body was tingling. She was rubbing herself against the chair obscenely. She arched her back and brought her hand down as hard as she could, the harshness of the last spank cut through the buzz of all the others. "Uhhhhhhhh noooo, Uncle Steve... it's coming!" Samantha's whole body shook as the load that had been building all day shot out. She shook for almost thirty seconds, spurt after spurt of hot steamy cum shooting into her tight satin panties. With both hands she caressed her stinging cheeks and more and more cum came out. Finally, gasping for breath, she stopped moving and lay there. She could feel her cock swimming in sticky goo. It was still partially hard and throbbing despite just cumming. She rolled off the chair onto her knees and looked down. Her panties were soaked and there were thick drops of cum actually oozing through the wet satin. Frightened she looked at the leather recliner; it was smeared with streaks of cum. "Uh-oh..." She leaned forward and traced her tongue over the bitter lines and puddles, slurping each down hungrily. The smell of the worn leather and sperm was strangely erotic. She lingered, licking the chair much longer than needed. Finally finished, she looked at her handy-work. The seat was wet with saliva. Belatedly, she realized the chair might be ruined! "Maybe I'll really get punished..." She smirked to herself as she reached into her soaked panties and scooped out more of her own cum. She closed her eyes and imagined being able to suck the yummy stuff first hand, directly out of a throbbing penis. In a few minutes she was completely aroused. Her hard cock strained against her panties, which were cool and sticky. She slipped out of them and brought them to her mouth, sucking at the musky moisture they still retained. Realizing she was deep into a whole new world, Samantha wondered, "What do they call a girl who can't get enough sex?" She racked her brain trying to remember the word her friend's older brother had used to describe his girlfriend Kimberly, 'Kimbo the Nympho' was what the brother had called her, 'Nympho is short for nymphomaniac. If a girl can't get enough sex, you call her a Nymphomaniac..." Samantha smiled, "Samantha the Nympho..." she liked the way that sounded. Chapter 3 Over the next few weeks Sam became Samantha in every conceivable way during every waking moment away from school and while his uncle was out of the house. On the surface he was still the fourteen-year old boy everyone knew. But underneath he knew he was changing. He started wearing panties to school under his clothes and would opt out of gym to avoid being caught. He hated using the murder of his parents as an excuse, but the gym teacher never actually asked. Sam would just imply some vague problem, saying something like 'I'm not in the mood to have fun' or 'I don't feel so good' and the teacher would put on the sad concerned adult face Sam had seen so many times and wave him off to the sides. Sam started hanging out with the girls in the hallways and at lunch and before he knew it he was in their group full- time. He found himself giggling and laughing with them. His friends were puzzled by his strange behavior and quickly pulled away from him. He heard the whispers behind his back but just didn't care because he was having fun. He found himself so much more interested in what the girls were saying and talking about. Every so often something truly girly would come up, like when they were going to get their periods or making out with guys and everyone would laugh and say things like, 'Sam, you're one of us... we have no secrets...' Everyday after school, Sam would lock himself behind the closed door of his apartment and turn into Samantha. He acted out other erotic dreams but the most powerful and satisfying was always the spanking one. He would act that one out three or four times a week, now purposefully shooting his cum all over the leather seat before licking it up subserviently. Since his uncle was working crazy hours, Sam would always do the laundry, which was perfect since he was soiling so many pairs of panties! Before washing any lingerie or any of his girly clothes Sam would make sure the laundry room was completely empty. The two hours spent in the laundry room were nerve-racking but the pure satisfaction of pulling on a nice warm pair of satin panties far out-weighed the risk! One afternoon at school, the girls had been trying on lip- gloss and it was all he could do not to pucker his lips and ask to try it also! That afternoon he ran home and cleaned out the medicine cabinet and squirreled away all of his mother's make-up. After a few days of practice he thought he was doing a reasonable job. The make-up really helped his transformation from scrawny boy to sexy young girl but it complicated things also. He really needed to watch the clock. Now, not only would he need to clean the apartment of any sign of his 'playtime', but he would need to carefully wash his face too! The weeks sped by and somehow his uncle seemed to be making more money with the store than his parents were ever able to. He even spoke about maybe hiring an afternoon manager one day! Sam was happy for him but also worried about the time he had alone. What would happen if Uncle Steve started coming home by 6:00 or 7:00 at night? Sam's time as Samantha would be seriously compromised. As with most things in his life since his parents had been killed, Sam decided that he would worry about his uncle's new work hours if and when they ever started. For the time being he had plenty of time to continue developing his secret and perfecting Samantha. Sam rushed home after school every day and tore off his clothes quickly, slipping into her favorite outfit, the pink panties, bra and satin robe. On this one day, she sauntered into the bathroom, satin robe opened, make-up bag in her hand. She placed the bag on the edge of the sink, opened it and began applying her make-up. She was interested in trying out something one of the other girls had talked about. All she remembered was, '...guys like the slutty look... tons of eye make-up, blush and dark pouty lips that have a really dark lip liner and long, dark fingernails will drive any guy nuts... right Sam?' Sam had been day-dreaming again, and quickly recovered, 'Um... uhhh yeah... definitely!' Before she knew it, a little slut was looking back at her from the mirror. "Ummmm, this is SEXY... I like this a lot..." Samantha winked at herself and ran her tongue over her glazed lips. "I bet I could get any guy... I'm way sexier than any of the girls in school, that's for sure!" She looked down at the huge bulge in the front of her panties. There was already a dark wet spot from her leaking cock. "This ruins everything!" she rubbed the bulge and smiled, "But it feels sooo good! I think I need a spanking..." Samantha walked into the living room and sprawled across the chair to do her nails. She had let them grow and they now extended out past the end of her fingers. She was quivering from the anticipation of what her hand with its sexily painted nails would be doing to her butt in just a few minutes after her nails had dried. When she tested them against her thigh and knew they were dry, shy slowly squirmed into position and then she raised her hand and spanked herself hard. "Oh yeah... hard... just the way Samantha loves it...." "Uhhhh!" she groaned, loving the hot sting spreading across her smooth backside. She played out her favorite fantasy, spanking herself over and over again. "Please Uncle Steve, I'll be a good girl... don't hurt me...!" Another smack and once again the familiar buzz was building in her tingling crotch. "I'm gonna make a big sticky mess... please stop Uncle Steve... noooo more..." "What the hell is this...?" A deep voice interrupted her fantasy. Samantha's head snapped around in shock. Uncle Steve was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. She had forgotten to lock the door! Despite all of her fantasies about getting caught Samantha was mortified. Her head was suddenly completely empty. She knew her mouth was open but nothing was coming out. She spun around trying to regain some composure by sitting in the chair. "I knew something was going on, but I never thought this was it... So, you're a little sissy?" Finally something came out, "No, it's not like that Uncle Steve... I'm not gay... I swear..." Steve took a few more steps closer. "Well what the fuck is this then?" He waved to the outfit Sam was wearing. "I don't see too many boys your age willingly wearing what you've got on! You're even wearing make-up and a wig. Where the fuck did you get the wig? No don't answer me. Never mind. Now I have my own little fag? Look at you... I thought I would have my hands full with a teenager, now I have to worry about a gay teenager!" Out of the corner of her downcast eyes Samantha caught her uncle looking down between her legs, she gambled and opened them slightly and saw the hoped for reaction. He didn't look away; instead she could tell that he was looking closer. He took a huge breath and stepped closer. Now he was openly looking down at her. She could clearly see the huge bulge in his pants. "Close your legs you little whore... Your cunt is dripping and making your panties wet..." A tingle went up her spine. He had said 'your cunt.' She took a deep breath and tried her sexiest teen-queen voice. "Sorry Uncle Steve... I'm really sorry." She looked down embarrassed and excited at the same time. "Stand up, let me sit there..." Awkwardly they switched places. "Do you want something to drink... I could get you a beer?" "Yeah... I need something to drink. Go get me a beer you little slut." Samantha scurried into the kitchen returning with a cold beer. When she returned to the living room her uncle was in his underwear! His clothes lay in a pile next to the chair. She tried not to, but she found herself staring at the tent caused by his erect penis. If she wanted to she could reach out and touch a straining hard cock. She fought back the urge, instead handing him the beer. As he took the can from her, her long nails grazed the back of his hand and she saw his eyes flutter shut and his body quiver like he was having a pee-pee shiver. He took three huge gulps before handing it to her. "Have some too..." Samantha was shocked but drank some. It was fizzy and made her giggle. She stood there and watched him drink until it was almost empty when he handed it back to her. "Finish this one and get three more..." She consciously turned around and exaggerated the swaying of her buttocks as she sauntered back to the kitchen drinking down the last of the beer. She was already light- headed and when she opened the beers, she took a quick gulp from each and swished her way back down the hall until she was once again at the entrance to the living room. Keeping the beers down low near her thighs in front of her raging cock, she did a model's walk towards her uncle by placing each foot ahead and in line with her other foot in order to accentuate the feminine sway in her hips. She couldn't help smiling as she saw her uncle's eyes glaze over and little drops of perspiration collect on his forehead as she swayed her way towards him. It seemed like minutes that she was standing before her uncle without him making a move or a sound. He grabbed one can, drank it in one quick chug and looked up at her. "Well I think the only thing I can do is to punish you..." He reached up and slowly rubbed her soft smooth thigh. "Anything you think is right, Uncle Steve..." She was looking down and quivering. "Drink that down." He said pointing to one of the beers. She did and the effects were immediate. She started giggling and it felt like she couldn't keep her balance. She needed to sit down. "Now, lay right here... I think you know how..." Steve pointed to his lap. Samantha's head was spinning but she had enough sense left to know what she was being asked to do and immediately she started getting goose bumps at the thought that she was about to experience what she had dreamt about for all these months. Gingerly she reached out and balanced herself with her hand against her uncle's hard, masculine thing. "Oh my God.... It feels so hard and hot..." She lowered herself down and lay across her uncle's knees. It was just like her dream, but there was something so different. This time she wasn't just imagining lying over his knees... this time it was real. She was across his knees with her head down and her ass in the air and her erect cock stuck between her stomach and his burning thigh! Then she felt something that had never been a part of her dream. There was something hot and oh so hard pressed against the side of her waist. Every time she thought about the hard penis pressed against her she started shaking. She was deliberately trying to breathe smoothly and evenly but kept feeling herself starting to hyperventilate. She heard her uncle gulp some more beer and then he pulled her robe up exposing her satin split asscheeks. Another hesitation and then his hand was rubbing her curved backside. Samantha felt his cock twitch and squirmed in response. He sighed. 'Do you like this?" she said barely in a whisper. "Yesss!" he croaked. "But even if this hurts you, I really need to do this... Remember this will hurt me more than you... You really need to be taught some discipline..." Was he playing with her, or did he really think she needed a spanking? She sensed his hand moving and then heard the whack of his open palm. "Ughhhh!!!!" The sting was worse and better than anything she could've done to herself. His hand was bigger and rougher and he had far more strength. Another, and another, and another. Whack, whack, whack. The blows were hard and stinging, quickly bringing tears to her eyes, but her cock was twitching with excitement. With each blow she rubbed her crotch against her uncle's thighs. She heard her uncle's gasps for breath. There was no doubt he was enjoying this too! He paused, caressing her hot cheeks. "I think you've been naughty enough to deserve this." He looped his finger into the elastic band of her panties yanking them down to right below her cheeks. "Please don't hurt me... I'll do anything you want... Please?" "I'm sure you will, my little priss..." A second later his hand slammed against her bare ass down low so that his finger tips hit the bottom of her ball sack. The searing heat washed over her. "Ohhhh please stoppp! I promise I'll be a good girl... Please?" Another and another and Samantha's ass was on fire while her balls were churning. She was squirming uncontrollably and her uncle just held her tighter. He would push his hips against her as he spanked her, rubbing his hard cock against her waist over and over. Samantha felt sticky wetness on her skin and knew Steve was oozing pre-cum through her robe. As the blows rained down she arched her back exposing her balls even more. "Ohhhhh, what a bad little girl you are!" He growled. "You want me to spank your cunt too..." He changed his angle and brought his palm down. Fully striking her balls. They throbbed in reaction but her cock started aching for release too. The all too familiar buzz was building and she knew she was getting close to cumming. "Uncle Steve, please stop! I'm gonna make a mess in my pretty panties...Uhhhh!" Another blow. "Don't you dare, priss. If you're gonna be a good girl you need to learn to hold it back..." "I caaaaan't...." she whined, pressing her satin covered cock against his legs. He was rubbing between her stinging cheeks. His fingers were pressing at the tight opening back there. Samantha swooned, somehow the thought had never crossed her mind, but of course she had a snug little hole back there. "If you make a mess you'll be cleaning it up missy, and I don't mean with a tissue!" "I promise Uncle Steve, I'll be your bestest girl. I'll never do anything wrong. I'll do whatever you want..." "Fuck, of course you will... You're gonna be my little toy..." He was reaching for something. She thought it was another beer but as he raised it over his head she saw in a flash what it was! "Nooooooo!" with a loud whack the leather belt crossed both of her cheeks. With that blow there was no chance of regaining control. She felt every nerve in her body light up and then she was shaking, convulsing totally as the cum poured from her cock. "My pretty panties!" she cried out. She heard and felt her uncle grunting and shaking as he came too. He held her tightly as he thrust his pelvis upward with each spurt. She could feel the heat spreading along her waist and back as his cum arched up and out of his spasming cock and she knew she was satisfying her first man! She twisted her body towards his and pushed down against him, smashing their spurting cocks together. Hers in a tight pair of satin panties, his sticking out the opening of a loose pair of cotton briefs. In a moment they were both laying there panting with satisfaction. Samantha looked up at her uncle. His eyes were closed and his head was back against the chair. She noticed the tiny smile and she didn't think she'd ever seen him more relaxed. She felt his cock twitch and felt the huge mess she'd made. Carefully, she slid off him until she was kneeling between his spread legs. She was inches from his slightly erect cock. His cotton underwear was dark with the cum that had leaked out and down. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her still rock-hard cock through her cum soaked panties. She knew he had just made her dream come true and was about to make another one come true. Samantha reached down and carefully pulled his underwear down. "What are you doing?" her uncle said. "I'm showing you what a good girl your little Samantha can be..." She stared at his manly cock; it was streaked with thick globs of white and clear cum. There were globs in his curly hair and his balls even had some smudges mixed in with the sweat. She felt her nostrils flaring and sucked in the musky scent. Salty sweat, the overpowering scent of old nuts and salty ocean mixed with a tinge of pee. She opened her mouth and searched out the first thick glob. It was so bitter compared to her own and it was thick and stringy but she rolled it around over her tongue before swallowing it loudly. She felt a strong hand on each side of her head. "What a good girl... good girl Samantha..." She thanked him with her tongue, licking every inch of his hairy balls and suddenly hardening cock. She twirled her tongue through his thick pubic hair struggling to find more tasty cum. Finally she felt a tug on her head and she looked up. "Do you wanna be a really good girl..." "Yesss..." she whispered lapping at his balls like a puppy. "Then open your mouth..." She did. She knew what was coming and welcomed it. Slowly he moved her until her lips were poised over the tip of his shiny cock-head. "Are you ready to be my special girl?" 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Fodlan generations ago learned of the continent a sea south of them which are inhabited by strange people. These people seem to be less civilized then them and do not possess the power of crests so the Empire quickly took their opportunity and occupied the smaller continent. Now in the year 1180 Garreg Mach has finally accepted their request to gift them a 4th House where their eight brightest youths will be taught, a perfect cover up for their plan. Now, it is the day where Princess Daku and...

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Corruption of the Young

Chapter 1 Some people are just sick. I mean like, really sick. Naughty, slutty, perverts. And the worst part is that they don't even know it. Take my twin brother for example. At 14 years old, he just started high school and is so shy and nervous. But whenever there's anything that is even remotely sexual, he gets this look. Not the usual look of a young boy getting excited about being able to see tits, but the look of seeing a bit of panties and wanting to take them off with his teeth. I...

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Corruption

The wind howled though the cemetery on this brisk Halloween night. Gothic headstones and crypts created eerie shadows in the light of the full moon. Susan was shivering in her light sweater. Jack held her tightly trying to keep her warm as they walked though the graveyard on this haunted night. "Jack I'm freezing, can't we go back?" "Come on Susan, this is going to be fun, I mean haven't you always wanted to spend Halloween night in an old cemetery?" Susan just shook her head and...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 2

"I think we need something new, something different." Mikel Soronov was reasonably sure he would get what he wanted. Since assuming the position of manager of the "Velvet Spike", Mikel had already overseen two renovations and three theme changes for the night club. The Russian Mafia, for whom he worked, had given him nearly carte blanche since the club was really a front for their drug and prostitution business and was frequently used to launder money. With the money rolling in hand over...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 3

The plane was almost an hour late and it seemed to take forever for Vickie to claim her baggage, but if she had any doubts about her being welcome, they were quickly laid to rest when Andrea approached her with a large smile and hugged her endearingly the moment Vickie entered the terminal. "It's wonderful to see you again!" smiled the aunt, "My, you have become an attractive young woman." Vickie blushed. The teenager was even prettier than Andrea had remembered, her face softer,...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 4

"Aun... Andrea, how can I ever thank you?" The two had spent all day shopping and had arrived back at the apartment only moments ago. Vickie had blushed when Andrea picked out the first outfit, a sleek evening dress which accentuated each curve of the girl's body, showed lots of leg and featured a plunging neckline and back. "I feel like Jennifer Lopez in this dress," giggled Vickie noticing in the store mirror the amount of cleavage she showed both in front and in back, "I couldn't...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 5

Andrea gave the keys to the valet and the two women entered the posh club. Actually Andrea would have preferred the Velvet Spike, but she knew that despite the inroads she had made with the young girl since yesterday, Vickie wasn't quite ready for the type "entertainment" to be found there. Soti's would do for their first dinner together, Andrea thought. Sophisticated, wonderful food and if she were lucky, an opportunity just might present itself. The maitre d' led them through the...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 6

The two women circled each other warily. The brunette, almost a head taller, had obviously had some training and experience, while the attractive petite blonde showed her inexperience as she stepped rather clumsily about the ring. The crowd, a sellout, cheered as the brunette flicked a jab which jerked the smaller woman's head back. She looked stunned as the larger woman followed the jab with a right cross, the punch catching the blonde squarely on the jaw. She fell heavily onto the ropes,...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 7

Over the next few days, Andrea took every opportunity to deepen the wedge between Vickie and her mother as she wined and dined the impressionable teenager. Andrea took her to all the sights of the big city, they ate in exclusive restaurants, visited posh nightclubs and the rich aunt showered the girl with presents of jewelry and perfume. Again to further erode the girl's resistance and pique her sexual curiosity, Andrea began wearing flimsy negligees around the apartment. Vickie was, at...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 8

Over the next few days, Laurel called several times, but Vickie always seemed to be unavailable or when Andrea convinced her she should at least talk to her mother, her conversations were short and curt. Laurel was having little luck at finding employment. She had had three interviews but so far, her lack of experience was working against her. She was far more troubled however, with Vickie's change of attitude. The girl was almost insolent and seemed as if she could hardly wait to hang up....

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 9

Susan, the attractive redhead was trying to hold her own, but the more experienced fighter was getting in far more punches and they were landing solidly. As she tried to duck, the other woman caught her with an uppercut which stunned her. She tried to move away but the other boxer was instantly landing punch after punch. A jab set up a vicious straight right hand which caught her flush on the side of the head. Addled and with no experience, no boxing instincts to fall back on, her arms simply...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 11

"Tomorrow's your birthday. Have you thought about what you want?" asked Andrea. She had bided her time since the night when she and Vickie had watched the tape together, giving the young niece time to think it over. In the meantime, she had made preparations, feeling sure she knew what the girl's decision would be. Andrea had showed Vickie her private collection of videos and encouraged the girl to browse and enjoy any which caught her fancy. While the young girl had tried to act...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 14

It was early afternoon. The club was closed to the public. "So you want to fight Layla, eh?" smiled Mikel as his eyes played up and down Vickie's body. He had closed his office door and made it clear he wanted no interruptions. "I don't want to, but I am told it is the only way I can get you to sell Yuki." "Ah, yes, the little Asian whore. What possible interest could you have in her?" "I believe that's my business," answered Vickie in as confident a manner as...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 15

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Velvet Spike and tonight's special match. As unbelievable as it may sound, the loser of tonight's fight must submit to the pleasure's of as many customers who wish to partake!" There was loud applause and raucous cheering. "First, the challenger. Standing five feet five inches tall and weighing one hundred and nineteen pounds, I give you... Vickie!" There were a few cheers, but most were hoping the same as Andrea, who again occupied a choice...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 16

Andrea left early the next morning for the office under the pretense of making arrangements for Yuki to return home. In reality she was doing nothing of the kind and made other plans for the attractive Asian girl, plans she knew would shock and horrify both Yuki and Vickie if they only knew what she had in mind. Vickie and Yuki spent the day together, getting to know each other, sharing stories of their families and early lives. Yuki explained how her family had moved to the United States...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 17

The wonderfully erotic dreams were interrupted when Andrea awakened the two girls reminding them that the men from her security detail would be arriving soon to escort Yuki to the airport. Vickie and Yuki showered together, a twinge of jealousy momentarily racing through Andrea, but she smiled, the girl would soon be gone, then she could proceed with her plans for the niece. Vickie asked if she could accompany Yuki to the airport, but Andrea advised that airport farewells are often more...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 18

"Hello, I'm Vickie, your... date tonight." The man holding open the hotel room door was forty-ish, but with a well toned body and handsome, dark complexioned face. "Hi Vickie, I'm Tony. Come in, please." Vickie, still a bit unsteady on the five inch heels, entered the room. She wore a black evening dress showing lots of cleavage and clinging to her body like a second skin. Matching stockings and the heels completed the outfit. She noticed his eyes light up as they looked her up and...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 20

"Your aunt is Andrea Beaumont?" he asked incredulously. "Yes, why?" replied Vickie. The two lay in bed, naked, taking a short respite between sexual marathons. Donnie Seward was a senior computer program analyst whose company did business with Andrea's. "How do you feel about her?" he asked. "Well, I know she's very competitive." "Ruthless might be a better word." "Why do you say that?" "I've seen her operate. First she does you favors, gets you indebted to her, then...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 21

"Vickie darling, how nice to see you. Do come in," smiled Andrea motioning for the niece to enter the apartment. "Your mother called several times. I wasn't sure you wanted her to know about your apartment yet, so I simply told her you were out." "Actually I came to check on Yuki. I haven't heard anything from her and I wanted to see if you had her address so I could write her." "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. I closed two new accounts this week and then had to leave town to confer with...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 22

Laurel bit her lip to stifle the moan as the man thrusted harder and harder into her anus. Naked, the same as all the other slaves at The Empire Club, she had been ordered to bend over and grab her ankles. The man in the tuxedo had then taken her first in her nest and now he was nearing orgasm in her rectum. Laurel closed her eyes to hide the tears of shame as she felt his hot seed shoot into her bowels. Vickie's mother, already a willful adult had taken longer to train than had Yuki, but...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 23

The next several weeks were busy ones for Vickie. She "entertained" several male and female clients for Andrea. One of the women, a masochist, begged to be whipped. Vickie at first refused, but when she saw the disappointment in the woman's eyes and knew that word of her refusal to give the woman what she wanted would get back to Andrea, she consented and gave the woman a thorough lashing before ordering her to provide oral pleasure. Vickie was uncomfortable as the woman licked her feet...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 24

"Come in, Donnie." "I got the first flight out after I got your phone call." Vickie and the computer program analyst sat down and she offered him coffee. "Thanks, now what about this tape you have to show me?" "I will show it to you, but I want you to be prepared. What you're going to see is going to upset you. These are sick bastards Donnie." "As sick as your aunt?" "What do you mean?" "Oh come on, don't tell me you still think she had nothing to do with this." "She...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 25

"Ah yes, Miss... Smith and her... escort," said the doorman, handing them each a mask which they donned. Vickie had used a false name just in case Andrea might somehow hear about a new young woman and man being invited to the club by an absentee member. She wore a tight, black, sequined evening gown showing plenty of cleavage both front and back. Donnie wore a tux as did all the men. Vickie was startled as they were met inside by a totally naked young woman who showed them to their seats...

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Corruption of InnocenceChapter 26

Andrea's eye was puffy, her lips swollen, her nose dripping blood. She was staggering now as, with Vickie retired, the current Velvet Spike champion was landing blows whenever she wanted. Vickie had shown up at Andrea's apartment that afternoon. With Donnie, Yuki and Laurel to help, they had subdued the woman easily, poked a pencil in her back, telling her it was a pistol and escorted her from her apartment and across town to the Velvet Spike where she was "auditioned" by Mikel and then...

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Corruption of Innocence ReduxChapter 2

Yuki was preparing to serve Vickie breakfast in bed, as was her custom, when Laurel slipped quietly into the apartment. "Are you all right?" asked Yuki after she and Laurel embraced and shared a long and passionate kiss. "Yes... it's just that he was... energetic for an older man," answered Laurel. "I guess I will never get used to having a man in my..." Yuki gently rubbed her lover's rear. "Yes, I feel the same, but men seem to enjoy it so." They both looked to Vickie's room...

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Corruption of Innocence ReduxChapter 3

The white haired executive picked up the ringing phone. "Lawrence, it's..." "Yes Andrea," he interrupted, "after seventeen years, I think I'd recognize your voice. You know I'm not supposed to even talk to you." Lawrence Whitcomb was a long time member of the board of directors for Beaumont Investments and the only member who had expressed reservations about dismissing Andrea Beaumont as CEO and hiring her teenage niece in her place. "Yes, I'm aware of what a pariah I have...

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Corruption of Innocence ReduxChapter 4

"That was wonderful Lena. With a tongue like that I can see why Andrea wanted you as her executive secretary." The extremely attractive blonde, naked except for her high heels, stood up, fastidiously wiping the remainder of Vickie's orgasm from the corners of her mouth. "And the reason you kept me on?" she teased, smiling. Vickie flicked her finger and the other woman began dressing. "With talents like yours I can't help but believe your assets are being wasted." "What do you...

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Corruption of Innocence ReduxChapter 5

Vickie was amused although not altogether surprised to see the buxom secretary hobble into her office the next morning. Lena was obviously infuriated, but having great difficulty. She was walking somewhat bowlegged which made movement in her tight skirt not only difficult, but even rather comical. "I quit!" she almost screamed at Vickie. "What's the problem?" asked Vickie feigning ignorance. "You know damned well what the problem is! Unusual tastes eh? You didn't tell me I'd be...

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Corruption of Innocence ReduxChapter 6

Over the next few days, Vickie tried unsuccessfully to acquire the payoff money. She was simply too young, despite her position, for any bank to loan her that kind of money. She was sitting at her office desk exploring options, all of which she had already examined and rejected, when her new secretary buzzed her on the intercom. "Miss McPeak, a call for you on line two." "Who is it?" "A Donnie Seward. He says you know him." "Yes, I'll take it," answered Vickie, a smile crossing...

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Corruption of Innocence ReduxChapter 8

"How do I look?" asked Penny smiling and turning to show off the revealing outfit she had just purchased. "Get out of those clothes and I'll tell you how you look," replied Vickie coyly. The secretary was soon standing nude in front of her boss. Vickie beckoned with her finger and pointed between her legs. As Vickie swiveled her chair out from under the desk, Penny dropped to her knees and began sucking Vickie to orgasm. After coming in the woman's mouth, the young CEO motioned for...

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