Sophie Corrupted

by Viktor Redreich

  Diana nodded enthusiastically. Many ears in Lyn’s group had perked up to listen. Elise chuckled to herself noting that the conjugal program would likely be getting a few more signups that week.

  Chapter 7

  Thrusting hard

  She pressed the red record button on the remote next to her wide-open legs.

  Alexis was about to record the fifth installment of her online video series, Me Time. She’d have to hurry up and get hot and heavy for the camera before her roommate returned. It wouldn’t be a problem though—being watched turned her on.

  She laid back, letting her upper body be enveloped by her plush, duck-feather pillows. Her dark hair tumbled down past her shoulders, and she picked up her hairbrush.

  Alexis had chosen her outfit carefully today; it was less goth than she was used to, but she had to mix things up to keep her audience interested. Her top was a sheer, black spaghetti-strap camisole that clearly showed her nipples. On her hands, she wore black and red fingerless, lace-up opera gloves. Her face was painted with her usual dark eyeliner with mocha-colored lipstick. She’d paired it with an ultra-skimpy red and black tartan, school-girl skirt. No underwear, of course.

  She bit her lip coyly and fluttered her eyelashes as she raised the hairbrush. She kissed the handle. Licked its shaft languidly. “How many of you horny boys want to see me slam this into my kitty?”

  Already, she spotted five messages pop up on her live stream. The online platform she was using allowed her to interact with her audience, who watched her perform her various acts live. She had made it a ritual to record three shows per week at 10 PM. Sometimes she’d take a bubble bath, shave her body hair. Other times, she’d try on new lingerie and parade it in front of the camera. Word of her show had spread across the campus quicker than a slut’s legs at a frat party, and her audience was multiplying. Not only did Alexis love the attention, she also loved the gifts of jewelry, makeup, beauty products, and lingerie her fans sent her.

  Today, she wore a new amethyst pendant that plunged just above her cleavage. She’d received it from an anonymous fan that morning with instructions for her to wear it on her show that evening. She had obeyed and twirled it in her fingers for a moment as she read the comments that popped up on screen:

  “Holy fuck you look so hot.”

  “Shove it in already!”

  “Touch your tits, please.”

  “God damn, I want to bone you.”

  The comments were coming in rapid-fire.

  Her lips curled and an eyebrow arched, she obeyed her viewers commands and rubbed the saliva-wet brush on her now hard nipple. She slowly dragged the hairbrush down her body, past her hips and waist. Her hips moved almost of their own volition, bucking back and forth in anticipation of what was to come. She spread her legs wider, and lifted her knees slightly, exposing her freshly-shaved pussy to the camera and her online audience. She could almost feel cocks hardening across campus. Blood raced to her tingling inner thighs. She rubbed her free hand up and down her legs, gradually moving closer to her now-soaked pussy. Finally, the hairbrush handle reached her clit. She threw her head back and moaned softly as she rubbed the handle gently up and down.

  The comments were flooding in:

  “Come onnnn baby.”

  “Stick it in! Stick it in!”

  “You’re making me so horny, you slut.”

  Plunging it into her vagina, Alexis fucked the hairbrush. She jiggled her wrist rapidly and rubbed her clit with her other hand, winking into the camera and licking her lips. She wouldn’t give too much. Soon, she stopped the feed. Frustrated comments rolled in, which she relished even more. She loved the feeling of teasing other people. Her classmates, professors, administration staff—who knew how many people jerked off to her night-time special.

  During the spring, Elise’s bold act of taking off all her clothes and spreading her legs in public at the topless rally had inspired many college girls to adopt Vaginist principles into their own lives. Many had taken to sunbathing nude on campus. By the end of the summer, the designated part of the grassy campus hills had been carpeted with female students sunbathing in the flesh. The practice was now starting to spread to many other college campuses as well.

  More than just de-stigmatizing the naked female body, Elise’s revolutionary act of stripping down in public had been a landmark moment for body positivity as well. Eschewing the restrictive standards imposed upon women by the fashion industry, college girls now dared to bare themselves with unshaved legs and vaginas. Larger girls showed off their extra folds and stretch marks with pride. Women with tattoos, piercings, and all manner of body modifications felt empowered to be out in public and display themselves in all their naked glory.

  It truly was a historical watershed moment because, for the first time in history, women were celebrated for however they chose to look rather than being forced to conform to traditional femininity.

  However, now that attitudes were changing, so was the season.

  “You know, it’s nearly winter. No one will be sunbathing nude in the snow,” Elise pointed out to Bella as they walked to class. The crisp autumn breeze brushed her cheeks. She’d noticed fewer and fewer bare bodies on the campus lawn.

  Bella zipped her leather jacket up to her chin. “I know. I don’t get how anyone can stand being naked with this chilly wind.”

  “Maybe we should look for a private indoor space for women to continue to be nude? What do you think? It would be such a shame to lose the momentum this has brought us for the Vaginist Movement.”

  Bella nodded her head and pursed her lipstick-free lips while she thought. “True. Hm. Maybe we could talk to Lyn? She might have some ideas?”

  “Yeah, let’s do that. Maybe we can get a private indoor space where women can be naked. Maybe even here on campus.”

  Bella squinted. “The only problem with that is no one would see them. That’s been a huge part of it—women bare all, for all to see. If they’re in a room somewhere, who will see them?” After a moment, Bella’s eyes widened, and she raised her index finger in the air, looking up as if toward her own thought bubble. “What if we set up cameras and just live-streamed it? We could broadcast for everyone in college to see?”

  “I dunno. When a woman is nude in public, a man is forced to behave himself. I just don’t know if men who watch naked women online would be able to control their animalistic urges ... no matter how well trained they were.”

  Later that day, Bella and Elise approached Lyn as she was heading out the door of her Foundation office.

  “You know, you girls really should call or message first.” Lyn winked at them, giving them hugs hello.

  “I know. Sorry, Ly. We just had an idea we wanted to run past you. See what you think,” Bella babbled in an uncharacteristically high-pitched voice. She was clearly excited.

  Elise knew that part of the reason for Bella’s excitement was her sexual orientation. Being a lesbian, Bella had been pretty vocal about enjoying the view on the campus lawn.

  Lyn smiled softly. “Do tell. But you’ll have to hurry. I’m late for an important meeting.”

  Bella told her about their concerns with the approaching winter and their idea. Lyn nodded along gently as Bella spoke, looking her directly in the eyes. One of Lyn’s best qualities was her listening skills. She always made you feel like the most important person in the room when you engaged her in conversation. Elise admired her for that and had been doing her best to mimic it.

  “Girls, that’s an excellent idea. I had been concerned myself about losing publicity when the sunbathers covered up for winter. This is an excellent workaround. Well done.”

  “We thought that The Foundation might be interested in funding it? Maybe somewhere on campus?” Elise jumped in.

  “I’m on my way to meet with some members of the board now. I’ll bring it up to them. How’s that?”

  Elise and Bella nodded eagerly.

  “Okay, girls, I’ll let you know how it goes. Go
tta run! Ta-ta!” Lyn turned on her high heels and waved a leather-gloved hand in the air as she hurried off to her car.

  Later that day, Elise received a call from Lyn: they’d received approval for the space.

  “Approval? We haven’t even looked into costs yet,” Bella exclaimed.

  “I know, it’s crazy. Lyn said to let her know how much we need. It’s like they have a license to print money or something.” Elise was incredulous, albeit thrilled they’d gotten the positive response they’d been hoping for.

  “You’re not going to believe this! I’ve found the perfect option for the indoor nudist space!” Steph said.

  Bella had called all the leaders of their campus Vaginist movement upon receiving approval from the board, telling them about their idea, and asking them to think and keep their eye out for a spot.

  “Do tell,” Elise whispered into the phone. She’d had to run into the hallway outside her class to take the call. It was worth it. Psych 101 could wait.

  “Six fellow Vaginites have volunteered their house. It’s a massive sorority house with ten bedrooms, just five minutes off-campus. Brand new, spacious. Obviously, all the girls in the house have agreed to be nude whenever they’re in and around the house and to have it fitted with cameras, so we can have a twenty-four seven Livestream.”

  “Wow, Steph. Well done, babe. That does sound perfect. But what about people who don’t live in the house?”

  “I have a good feeling once we announce this house going live with those sorority sisters, we’ll have other people following suit.”

  And follow suit they did.

  It didn’t take long for Elise to start receiving messages and phone calls from other off-campus houses, offering to set up a live feed. The Foundation had soon set up additional cameras in the dorm rooms of participating girls on campus.

  That’s when the trouble began.

  Larger-sized girls started complaining that they were at a disadvantage to more slender girls because the slender girls received the lion’s share of the viewers. Masculine-looking girls complained that the traditionally-feminine girls were more popular. Girls who took the time to do their hair, shave their legs, and put on makeup were getting all the attention, to the detriment of the girls who paid less attention to superficial fashion standards.

  “Don’t think of it as a popularity competition,” Elise would smile when people complained to her, “nudity is about de-stigmatizing yourself, not about winning the approval of others.”

  That did very little to stop the growing rivalry among the girls who had now begun competing to see who got the most viewers and generated the most excitement online. They began to schedule specific shows and specific times when they knew they had the largest audience.

  The runaway success of Alexis’ Me Time special had inspired other exhibitionists to put on their own shows, getting even more daring with their dance moves, moving into striptease, nude pole dancing, and wild, Caribbean-style butt grinding.

  It hadn’t taken long for the rest of the world to figure out what shenanigans these college girls were up to. Pretty soon, newspaper reporters and TV news anchors started poking around looking for a story to report. Elise couldn’t even stop for lunch without getting a call or email from a reporter interested in learning more about the venture. Usually, the calls were polite. Reporters asked the standard questions:

  “How did you come up with the idea?”

  “What have been your most significant challenges?”

  “Where do you see the Vaginist movement headed next?”

  Elise had a standard set of prepared answers she would spout off, without even having to think about it.

  That was, until today.

  Ring. Ring.

  “Hello, Elise speaking?”

  “Hi Elise, this is Rebecca Newton from Conservative Women's Journal.”

  “Hi, Ms. Newton, how can I help you?”

  “I just have a few questions for you regarding your, um, Nude Spaces project? Do you have a moment?” There was a tone of sarcasm in the way she had pronounced the project name.

  “Sure, go ahead.”

  “Am I right to understand that you are the leader of this project?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Okay. How exactly is the practice of college girls dancing exotically on camera for anyone and everyone to see considered empowering? Would you please give me your thoughts on that?”

  “Sure. Until the Vaginist Movement began, women were oppressed. The Vaginist Movement is working hard to shed boundaries on things like nudity. We don’t believe women should be shamed for displaying their naked bodies. They’ve been sexualized by the male-driven society in which we live, and we are bringing the power back to the women. No one is being forced to do anything. They’re all volunteers, and they’re all thriving.”

  “Thriving ... right. Okay. I can sort of understand the topless rally. I can even wrap my mind around the nude sunbathing. But I think my readers will struggle to see how women being encouraged to masturbate on camera for anyone to see is empowering.”

  Elise hesitated. “Well, no one is being encouraged to masturbate on camera.”

  “And what of this ... Me Time? Is that not a part of your movement?”

  “Yes. Yes, it is. But Alexis is more interested in teasing her audience than actually performing hardcore sexual acts.”

  “So, you’re saying it’s empowering for Alexis to stick a hairbrush in her vagina on camera, so long as she doesn’t orgasm?”

  “Well, no. I’m saying that she is empowering herself by being in charge of her own pleasure. She calls the shots.”

  “Really? From what I understand, her viewers ask her questions, and she follows their orders in a live format?”

  “She doesn’t follow orders. Once in awhile, she’ll humor a viewer request.”

  “Right, so she picks and chooses which orders she follows.”

  “I didn’t—No—It—”

  “What do you say of claims that this movement is actually disempowering women?

  “I haven’t heard those claims. Who made them?”

  “Well, my readers for one, in their letters to the editor. One letter I received today said that you’ve set women back by a century at least with your severely warped version of women’s rights. How would you respond to that?”

  Elise took a sharp breath. Her heart sank. How was she supposed to respond to that? “Well, I guess I would say that perhaps some women don’t understand the motivations behind what we’re doing. We’re flipping misogyny on its head.”

  “So you keep saying. But I’m still failing to understand how.”

  “Ms. Newton, is it your intention to grill me? I kindly offered my time, and I’ve had about enough of this interrogation, thank you very much.”

  “Understood. Thank you for your time. I’ll let you go.”

  Click.

  Elise’s stomach turned. That hadn’t gone well.

  She had been wholly unprepared to defend the practice of college girls dancing exotically on camera. So, Elise followed the usual path she took when she didn’t know what to do and headed to meet Lyn. This time, she called first to let her know she was on her way.

  “Was it that bad?”

  “It was bad. Every time I answered one question, she’d fire another at me. I couldn’t keep up, and my brain spun. I have a feeling we’re about to get some very bad press.”

  “You can’t be perfect every time, Elise. Don’t worry too much. There’s no such thing as bad PR. I’m not concerned.”

  “I don’t know. I have a bad feeling. I’m even wondering if we should temporarily shut down the program to reassess whether or not it’s truly empowering.”

  “Wow. This woman really got to you, didn’t she? Listen, Elise. Not everyone is going to be on our side. We were always going to come across naysayers. Every movement has its opponents. It’s how you meet their challenges that matters. If we give in to this one reporter, what does that say
about the strength of our movement?”

  Elise nodded along, still unsure. She had hoped Lyn would make her feel better like she always did. Instead, she seemed to be trying to brush it off as it didn’t matter, disregarding Elise’s feelings.

  In the days that followed, Lyn received approval from the Foundation to allow other college campuses to access the Nude Spaces project, and very soon Alexis and her fellow exhibitionists were accessible from colleges throughout the nation. It was only a matter of time before hyper-competition forced the performers to spread their legs and give close-up shots of their pussies to the cameras. Live masturbation shows followed, and soon the more popular of the girls began to receive payments and gifts from pro-Vaginist sex toy manufacturers, asking them to review their various dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, and butt plugs to their audiences.

  That was, for Elise, the moment that the proverbial shit hit the fan.

  She could no longer walk to class without being stopped by concerned students asking her if the project had gone too far, asking her to explain to them how a girl fucking herself against a wall-mounted dinosaur did anything to end the oppression of women. Elise still didn’t know how to respond, and the pressure and stress were mounting. She started to avoid going out in public and had begun missing classes. The whole thing was having a negative impact on her grades. Still, no matter how she tried to avoid it, people would not stop trying to talk to her, even going so far as coming to her dorm and banging on her door.

  Elise begged Lyn for help, and finally, Lyn succumbed to her wishes and arranged a town-hall-style meeting to address the students’ concerns.

  Over a hundred students were packed into the colorless room and took their seats on metal fold-down chairs.