A little re-write of a very popular story I wrote. M2F corruption and bitchification. Unusually written in the second person! Enjoy... Everyone told you University would be the best time of your life. You couldn't wait to get away from your boring home town and finally escape the bitchy cliques at school and the small minded people that were constantly trying to put you down. University would be different, it would be better - merit and intelligence would be rewarded!  Or so you thought. The reality was that University was as riddled with cliques and power struggles as any school and upon arriving you had realised it was just the same old bullshit. Thanks to the sororities and fraternal houses there were plenty of preening show-offs and hot girls eager to put you down. Within days - all the girls in your dorm had joined the Gamma-Pi sorority and the pressure for you to join them too was intense. You nearly gave in... but then you met someone who gave you the strength and confidence

This is a reissue of an old story I did - mainly because Corrupted Caps wanted to read it again!  The model is the amazing Natasha Nice.  This is a possession/corruption story featuring M2M and F2F. It contains incest themes. As they watched the coffins being lowered into the ground, neither Mitch nor his sister Joanna felt anything but relief as their wicked and cruel parents were put into the ground.  The evil duo had recently died in a car-crash and although both children still felt the shock of the suddenness, neither would mourn their loss. Their father Richard had been a rich and powerful business man.  He had loved to control everyone around him and had treated Joanna and Mitch like puppets, trying to force them down the route he felt was best for them.  He was cruel, arrogant and dominant - both physically and mentally strong enough to make others do as he commanded.  He despised Mitch for being a weak and sensitive young man, thinking him pathetic and unworthy of the family na

Marching up the expensive driveway of the newest mansion in town - Hannah grit her teeth and glowered at her hated rival Britney. The sounds of an exclusive party were coming from the pool in the back - but Britney was busy hanging out in front of the new super expensive Range Rover her parents had just bought her for her birthday. She was sipping a drink whilst chatting to her bitchy flunkies and luxuriating in being a spoiled uber-bitch. The rich socialite looked amazing as always and she was flanked by Jenna and Ashley - Hannah's former best-friends.  The girls were dressed like teasing sluts in tight, ultra-feminine clothing and tons of makeup and their former kind personalities appeared to have been completely erased as they preened and giggled like a pair of spoiled dumb sluts that hung on Britney's every word.  As Hannah approached, Ashley whispered something in Britney's ear and the mean girl smiled nastily, obviously amused by some insult just tossed Hannah's w

Dressed in her tight silver leggings and looking like a super model, Lauren glanced pitifully at her pathetic daughter as she begged her to embrace the same corruption that had made her life so perfect. "Darling, you must use my auto-closet to become Prom Queen... I don't understand your stubborn refusal to accept the power being beautiful could give you," she sighed as she gazed at her wall-flower daughter Susan in obvious disappointment. "I used to be plain and ordinary like you - then your Father built me the closet. Now each morning it pumps me full of chemicals and silicone and does my hair, clothes and makeup. It keeps my breasts firm, my ass toned and my body super-feminine. Why don't you use it too?" Lauren felt herself get wet at the thought of the closet. Each morning she would step inside and feel its tubes and electrodes connecting to her body. She would moan in pleasure as the closet shaped her body and mind, ensuring she remained as the cruel,

Innocent young Penny will do anything to get rid of her evil Aunt Angelica who has home-wrecked her once happy family life and become her wicked Step-Mother; but Angelica isn't as easy to get rid of as the naïve girl believes.   The model is Angel Wicky and this is a new version of an old story I wrote some years ago: "Wake up Penny, we need to talk..." Penny would never forget the night she woke up to find that her Aunt Angelica had begun destroying her life. She had been dreaming - turning in a restless uneasy sleep -but the cruel mocking tone of the voice and the creak of the bed as someone sat next to her immediately brought her to wakefulness.  As Penny's eyes adjusted to the light she saw that Angelica was sitting on the end of her bed, the sensual scent of her voluptuous body filling the room.  Her aunts gigantic tits were barely contained within her straining top as she lent forward till they were nearly in Penny's face.  As usual her aunt was dressed like