Corrupted: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  His logic was perfect. If she was a good girl, and she was a good girl, then she should be generous, docile and submissive. As a good girl she must be those things, making men happy must make her happy too.

  Suddenly she felt very happy. She’d made so many men, so many strangers, really happy just by showing off her tits. Even her blank face managed to crack a smile.

  “Did that make you happy Nikki?” he asked her.

  “Yes Master,” she responded, voice showing a hint of cheer.

  “Good because from now on being happy will be very important to you. Making men happy will be very important to you. Do you know why Nikki?”

  She swayed her head very slightly from side to side, eyes not leaving the spiral, “No Master.”

  “Because you’re nothing more than a dumb, giggly, horny, bimbo girl.”

  As soon as those words hit her her mind began to melt away. Intellect, knowledge, understanding, memories; important pieces of her working brain was being robbed from her head. In place of all those useless pieces of information more important chunks of thought were threaded into her mind.

  Cute shoes. Sexy clothes. The color pink. Cheap, reality TV. Lots of sex. Her intelligence was replaced with tacky bimbo thoughts and ideas thanks to just a few words from his mouth through her headset, and of course the spiral she still couldn’t take her eyes away from.

  She still hadn’t awoken from her trance but the damage had already been done. Nikki was going to be a very different person to the Nicole who had first gone under. One could be called a nerd, the other was clearly a bimbo.

  “You understand, don’t you Nikki?” he asked her, Nikki’s blank face not giving much away.

  “Like yes Master,” she muttered slowly. Despite still being in her trance her voice seemed to carry a bit more charm; a bit more bubbly enthusiasm.

  “Good. For a dumb bimbo you’re a surprisingly good listener,” her new Master teased, “I think we’re almost done. However it would be a real shame if we robbed our game of such a wonderfully ditzy girl, wouldn’t it?”

  Nikki responded with a cool, “Yes Master,” while the spectators gave a more impassioned plea.

  “Please don’t take our Goddess away!”

  “I love you Nikki please don’t go! Be my bimbo bride!”

  Of course a dumb, kind, obedient, bimbo blonde was going to be a hit with a bunch of basement dwellers. However Master had already thought about that.

  “Yes it would be a shame to rob this community of you,” he informed his bimbo doll, “Despite being so bad at games you won’t stop playing them because you know that all the men find your lack of skill amusing. Seeing someone as bad as you makes everyone else feel better. Being awful at the game and getting yelled at by enemies and teammates alike fills you with incredible pleasure.”

  Oh it was so shameful. Suddenly Nikki was given a new fetish, a strong fetish. She loved being bad at the game, she loved when everyone called her out for being so much worse than everybody else who played.

  “Do you want to hear them again Nikki? Do you want to hear what all the men think of you?”

  Her lust demanded she hear. Even in trance her pussy had began to get hot and wet. She was dripping into her own panties.

  “Yes Master,” she begged, her monotone voice started to get breathy as her cheeks shone with a light red hue.

  “Listen my doll, you should be able to hear them again,” he told her and again her perception shifted, those voices on the other side starting to return to her.

  “Lol you slut getting off on being awful. Sluts can’t play games!”

  “Less gaming more tits!”

  “Bitch not so cocky now. Rematch I’ll stomp you horny bimbo!”

  She had no idea who any of these guys were, they were all just anonymous voices on the other side of a screen, but hearing them making her feel so unwanted made her feel insanely excited.

  Nikki had always loved gaming but suddenly it felt like a naughty, dirty, taboo. Girls had no place playing video games, she began to absorb this lesson but still she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop playing and she couldn’t stop sucking. She loved making all the guys feel better by showing them how bad girls were at games.

  Her panties were now absolutely soaked as her lust had reached fever pitch.

  “Wow these guys seem pretty pissed about how bad you are,” her Master said to her from the other side, “and I know that’s a huge turn on for you but still you don’t want to make any guys mad, do you?”

  Frantically she shook her head from side to side, Nikki squirming around in her seat.

  “No Master!”

  “Then you better beg them. Beg them for forgiveness.”

  As her breathing grew deeper and deeper and her mind became consumed, overloaded with all of his teachings and new truths in her life, she released her whining plea.

  “Please forgive me,” she begged, directly to all of her watching fans, “I’m sorry for being so bad. I can’t help it I’m just a girl and girls aren’t good at games. I’m sorry for being such an eyesore on your game, please let me keep playing with you and making you all feel happy.”

  Absent mindedly one of her hands had slipped down between her thighs. Despite the fact she was still in trance and was watching the spiral spin around and around and around some more she had began to masturbate.

  “So guys,” Master asked, “is she forgiven?”

  “Like no!” the most vocal player yelled, “Not until we see her pussy too!”

  There was a general roar of agreement from the player base which her Master had to take on board.

  “Well Nikki, you heard them. In fact I don’t think they’ll all accept your apology until you give everyone here a live masturbation show. So I want you to close down that screen you’re watching, go and get undressed and then come back and give us all something to remember.”

  “Yes Master,” she said for the last time in that dull tone before she reached up and closed the spiral video.

  Once the window was close she quickly came down out of her trance, Nikki returning back to reality. Yet this was a reality as Nikki, not Nicole. She remembered everything that had happened in the trance and had allowed it to reshape her mind.

  She was no longer being hypnotized but it didn’t matter, it was already completed. She had already been hypnotized.

  Just as she was told to Nikki went and got herself undressed before returning to her computer. Now the guys on the other side didn’t just get to look at her large, naked, breasts. They also got to look at her bare pussy.

  Nikki dropped back down into her chair, positioning herself further away from her computer so that her camera could catch more of her body than just her top half. If she wanted them to accept her apology she needed to let them have it all.

  “Hi again guys,” Nikki said to all her adoring fans, “I’m here to beg for you to all forgive me again by letting you watch me masturbate.”

  Her voice sounded higher and bubblier than it had been pre-trance, her sentence ending in a giggle. The hypnosis had helped her to change the way she spoke, her vocabulary and pronunciation altered.

  Nikki didn’t come to the party unprepared. Before returning she made sure to collect that special toy that she keeps hidden away deep under her bed. It was a pink, rubbery, dildo.

  The spectators whooped and cheered in joy as she spread her legs open nice and wide, hooking her own feet over the armrests of her computer chair in a rather athletic display, her slit being exposed directly into the camera.

  With her body on show she grasped her dildo in both hands and opened up wide. It wasn’t enough for her just to enjoy herself, she had to make sure to give all of the guys a show too. With that in mind she wrapped her lips around the head of the dildo and began to slurp messily.

  Small bubbles of drool dripped from around her spread lips as she rolled her empty head up and down the upper part of the shaft, lubricating the toy up with her wet drool; even though her hor
ny pussy was already soaked enough to gobble it whole.

  Nikki made sure to be extra loud and messy with her slurps, small bubbles turning into a big, glistening, mess which ran down her chin and dripped onto her large breasts. It was getting a bit difficult to breath but it wasn’t like she was in danger of killing anymore brain cells, the hypnosis had already taken care of that.

  With the toy lubed up with a glisten she slicked it back from between her lips and giggled, slapping it over her own spatter coated chest.

  “So like guys I’m about to start so please watch me. Please watch me show how sorry I am for being a useless girl.”

  She pushed the lube coated tip to her pussy lips and began to insert it inside, moaning hotly as she fed herself the long, thick, toy.

  One hand remained down between her legs, sliding the dildo inwards, her other moving up to begin rubbing over her chest, roughly caressing one of her firm, sensitive, nipples.

  Nikki moaned as she began to fuck herself with the sex toy, sliding it in and out of her tightness, rubbing the velvety folds of her warm insides as she worked her wrist and made herself feel good.

  Those whimpers only got louder as she tugged and teased her stiff nubs and pushed her thumb out on her thrusting hand to rub across her stiff clit. She was doing her best to hit all of her erogenous zones at once.

  While masturbation always felt good for some reason it felt better than ever when she was doing it in the chair, putting on a show for the boys. She didn’t know if that was because she’d naturally became more horny or sensitive or if it was because she was being watched by a bunch of strangers, but then her brain wasn’t wired well enough to actually try and figure out the answer. Nikki simply accepted that it felt blissful.

  She accepted how good it felt and allowed it to carry her up towards a shuddering, quivering, toe curling orgasm.

  Her hips began to bounce in place, making the chair squeak below, as she rocked her body into her pleasuring hands.

  “Like here it comes,” she moaned out, “I’m going to cum. Please accept my orgasm as an apology!”

  Nikki bucked her hips up again as an explosion of pleasure came washing over her. A vivid, squirting, orgasm erupted from her loins and sent her juices spraying through the air in a wet, glistening, arch.

  Her poor computer and her webcam were splashed with her feminine lust as she dropped back into the chair, shivers coursing through her veins as she felt like all her energy had just been drained from her body. It was amazing.

  Once she’d actually had a chance to recover she made her move, slowly swaying towards the camera on shaky legs, fitting her headphones back in place before she dragged her tongue up over the camera lens, cleaning it up so her fans could see her again.

  “So,” she asked then, panting deeply, “Do you forgive me?”

  There was a roar of positivity from the guys, her ears being flooded with their joy and their approval for her slutty show but none of them mattered as much as Master did.

  “Nikki,” he said to her, his voice seeming to eclipse all others.

  “Yes Master?”

  “You did very good and we all forgive you for being a stupid, slutty, girl. But you’re going to have to keep doing this kind of thing in the future if you want everyone to be as generous as we are.”

  She nodded her head sharply as she released a happy giggle, beaming from cheek to cheek.

  “Thank you Master!” she cheered happily as she was hugged tightly in a joyful warmth.

  Gaming has always been fun but it had never been that fun before. From now on she had a whole new way to game.

  It was six o’clock. It was the time of day at which she always appeared, without fail. Today was no exception.

  “Hiya guys,” Nikki cheered as she turned on her webcam, “It’s your favorite useless gamer girl Nikki here again. Sorry that I’m not very good at the game but don’t worry I know how to make it up to all of you.”

  This was her usual routine now. Every day she played games even more than she had in the past but now she always played with her webcam turned on and her outfits somewhere between minimal to non.

  To compensate for her atrocious skills at the game she often gave personal apologies to her teammates and opponents, however she was well aware that wasn’t enough. To keep everybody happy she had to perform group apologies too.

  Nikki showed off her latest apology. She’d fitted her chair with a large, vibrating, dildo and had dressed herself in fake cat ears and a buttplug fake tail. Dressed like a slutty cat she slowly lowered her pussy down on the buzzing toy, making herself moan.

  She bit down on her bottom lip as she rode on top of the toy, her nipples growing rock hard as squirmed around in place, cheeks glowing red.

  All the guys in her game where very happy with Nikki’s appearance and show today and made sure to give her plenty of positive feedback which made her very happy. She used to get harassed and annoyed by guys on games all the time but now she loved each and every one of them, and that made her a lot happier.

  “Okay guys, let’s play,” she purred, picking up her controller as she leaked around the dildo. “I’ll give the first request to whoever comes top of the game so let’s all have some fun!”

  Nikki loved her new way of playing very much.

  Corrupted by Webcam

  Vanessa wiggled around in anticipation. She was back from her boring part time job working at a local convenient store which meant she could finally start her preferred job, slash hobby.

  To earn some extra money on the side and to satisfy her secret exhibitionist desire to expose herself Vanessa worked as an independent and anonymous camgirl under the moniker of Angel.

  Cutting her face off the top of the screen like always she started up a stream, her young, curvy, body contained in some skimpy, pink, nightwear.

  It didn’t take long for the viewers to start leaking into her stream, giving her the buzz which she desired. It’d be a welcome mix of her regular fans, some newcomers and the downright anonymous, all there to see her sexy show.

  “Hi everyone,” she said to the chat, communicating using her laptop’s microphone. All of the viewers were able to deliver text replies using the site’s chat function.

  “Yes sexy Angel’s back!”

  “Show tits please.”

  As always it was the mix of the slightly complimentary from those who somehow believed they could seduce women working as cam girls to the vulgar who were unashamed of what they’d came for. Vanessa appreciated both of them in turn; she loved seeing the men fawn over her.

  “Do you guys want to see my tits?” Vanessa asked, purring as she cupped her perky breasts in her hands and gave them a slight lift, teasing all of those watchers by almost pushing her chest out of her clothing.

  The reception she received was a positive one.

  “Yes tits please!”

  “Tits!!”

  “Show tits!”

  She had them all in the palm of her hand and it made her feel amazing, her stiff nipples grinding against the smooth cups of her lingerie.

  “Then getting tipping boys,” she told them, “I’ll remove this tight, restricting, top once we reach one hundred credits.”

  Vanessa liked exposing herself but a job was a job. She wasn’t just going to give them all a free show, she was going to make them work for it. Credits from her customers translated into more money for her and more money was always a good thing.

  As expected the chat flew into a fluster as the more vocal talkers began begging their fellow perverts to pay up for the sweet prize of seeing ‘Angel’s’ exposed breasts.

  “Someone pay please!”

  “Tip for tits!”

  Now all Vanessa had to do was wait. Sure the tips didn’t always arrive straight away but as long as she led them on with what they wanted they’d buckle eventually and shower her in credits to encourage her to do more and more and more.

  She’d been doing this kind of thing for a couple of mo
nths, she’d already gotten it down to a fine art and she didn’t see why this day would be any different.

  “Hello Angel,” one of the people in chat typed out, “if I paid you one thousand credits would you do a request for me?”

  This kind of thing wasn’t uncommon either, guys coming in begging for favors in return for credits. It was funny how many of them expected her to perform and then they’d pay up after, almost like they weren’t planning on paying at all. Nice try.

  “Depends,” she told the stranger, “Depends on what the request is.”