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I am very pleased to present to you all, after a far-too-long absence, the next chapter in the Twisted Transformation series. It took a while for the story to properly cohere in my mind, but I feel the time was well worth it, as I'm very happy with the results. It's my dearest hope that you all find it as enjoyable to read as it was to write!

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Previous Chapters:

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Kinks Included:

• Brainwashing

• Corruption

• Humiliation

• Masturbation

• Dubious Consent

• Incest

Synopsis: Kelly has learned the truth: that her lover Hannah's drastic shift in personality to the confident, dominant, sex goddess who captured her heart is, in fact, due to the mind controlling influence of her uncle Victor. But before this truth can even set in, she finds herself confronted by the man himself. To her surprise and dread, it seems he knows far more about her and her relationship with Hannah than she would ever want him to know...

[Disclaimer: All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 only. It is fictional and for entertainment purposes only.]

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Chapter Nine

Kelly's heart pounded like a drum in the dimly lit confines of her dorm. Her hands trembled as she re-read the message from "Uncle Vic."

< I do hope you enjoyed dear Hannah's performance, Kelly. If you ask nicely next time, however, I'm sure she would share of her own volition. >

The phone screen illuminated her horrified expression.

< you're not jake > was all she managed to write in reply.

< An apt observation. >

Kelly's felt her face flush with embarrassment and anger. She gritted her teeth as her thumbs stabbed at the virtual keys. < i thought it was a fucking kink. some naughty shit they did. >

Even as she tapped out the words, she could barely believe it. < you're her uncle. her actual fucking uncle. and you made her send vids of her fucking herself! >

<She's sent much more than that, Kelly. You two play so nicely together. It is a delight to see. >

"Motherfucker," Kelly cursed under her breath. She made a fist with one hand as she texted with the other. It took every ounce of willpower not to hurl the phone across the room. < you're a sick fuck. you made her send you that shit. made her PERFORM for you you fucking creep >

< An interesting point of view, Kelly. Perhaps you're right. But tell me... >

The dots signifying he was typing again appeared and vanished as if he were considering his next words with utmost care. < ...do you think Hannah's enjoying herself? Is she being coerced? >

Kelly hesitated, internally fuming at the question. Of fucking course she is! She wanted to write, but even as her thumbs danced over the screen, she couldn't bring herself to type it out. The image of Hannah's face, flushed and aroused and moaning like a banshee arose in her mind, haunting her thoughts and sending tingles between her legs.

She closed her eyes, trying to banish the image away. You don't know shit about what she wants she started to type angrily, but deleted it before sending it. Instead, she settled for: < it doesn't matter if she likes it or not! >

The response was instantaneous. < And why's that, Kelly? >

Kelly's grip tightened on her phone. < because its fucking SICK. because she's your fucking NIECE >

He didn't answer for a moment. Kelly could almost picture him smirking, reading her texts, and savoring the discomfort they caused her.

Finally, he responded. < Oh, I see. It's the taboo aspect that bothers you. I take it that's why you're so untroubled over your own relationship with Hannah? >

Kelly frowned, her freckled nose wrinkling as she scanned the words. < fuck you. you're the one twisting her mind not me. the two of us are just fucking fine >

< True. But without me "twisting her mind," there would never have been a "two of you." The Kelly you are so enamored with exists because of me. Before I broadened her horizons, she only had eyes for boring ol' Jake. >

The words stung, and Kelly clenched her jaw as she tried to ignore the truth in the words. Her hand ran through her red curls nervously. A second text arrived seconds later when she didn't respond.

< No thoughts, Kelly? You seem very eager to denounce my actions, and yet, between the two of us, you are the one who has tasted the fruits of my efforts. Repeatedly. If what I'm doing is so abhorrent, what does that say about you and Hannah's extensive escapades? >

Kelly's insides twisted, the cold realization of her hypocrisy settling like a lead weight in her stomach. She shook her head, her thumbs moving furiously to type out a reply, to argue with her accuser.

What we have is different.

She wanted to do those things with me.

I didn't know!

Fuck you!

Each sentence she wrote was immediately deleted. She had no response. No good argument. Kelly loved Hannah. Loved the passionate, confident, depraved girl who she had first taken as just another shy, bookish freshman.

But it turns out Hannah was just another shy, reserved freshman. It was Victor who had shaped and molded her into the person who happily explored such perverse, deviant delights with Kelly. It was Victor who had made her into the person Kelly had fallen for.

The thought made Kelly's heart ache.

She had to force herself to tap out the words, her slender fingers trembling with each press. < you have to stop. THIS has to stop. you have to free her. fix her. whatever. >

< Even if it means you lose her? You'd give her up, just like that, Kelly? >

< yes >

Several long, empty minutes passed by. Kelly's freckled face never looked away from the phone.

< You want to be her savior, don't you, Kelly? >

< call it whatever. I want your slimy hands off her mind >

Another long silence.

< It's a simple matter, really. I never implant suggestions in someone without forming a way to take them out again. One simple trigger phrase undoes it all. >

Kelly rose from the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Something felt wrong. He wouldn't just give it to her. But it didn't change that it was right there.

She began to pace the room. < you're trying to fuck with me. >

< I'm not. > This one came back more quickly. Then another. < I could send it to you now. You could free her this very night. >

The phone trembled in Kelly's hands. < why would you? why would you even think I'd ever believe you? >

< In all honesty, Kelly? I don't think you'd use it. I've watched the two of you fuck, Kelly. I saw the look on your face while my niece taught you new meanings for the word ecstasy. It was the face of an addict. And addicts don't give up their vices so easily, do they? >

Kelly's face flushed, and images of her encounters with Hannah flooded her mind. The knowledge that this creep had watched many of them added a sheen of embarrassment and shame over it, a fact that---in an unpleasant surprise---only stoked her arousal further.

How often had Hannah's laptop been open while Hannah had her pinned against her mattress, grinding their pussies together until Kelly couldn't think anymore? How often had he watched Hannah's perfect, lithe form tease her? Taste her? How often had Kelly's cries echoed out of Victor's speakers as Hannah sucked and lapped at Kelly's clit until she came so hard her mind went blank?

"Ugh, fuck," Kelly muttered, disgusted at herself as the liquid heat between her legs grew.

And how often had he been the reason Hannah did all of those things?

Screwing her eyes shut, Kelly forced herself to focus. To remember what was important. She plopped down on the floor, replying even as the uncomfortable thoughts ran at the edges of her consciousness. < I don't care. send it. send me the phrase. now. >

Kelly held her breath, her eyes glued to her phone.

Several minutes passed.

< Send what, Kelly? >

Kelly froze, a sinking sensation filling her. < the phrase to free her. you said you had a phrase. you have a fucking phrase dont you? >

< Certainly. But I never said I would send it to you for nothing. >

Closing her eyes, Kelly felt her suspicion give way to cold certainty. She knew she shouldn't play these games. Knew she should put the phone down and go to the police. To campus administration. To Hannah's fucking parents, even.

You want to be her savior, don't you, Kelly?

But what would happen if she did? What might Victor do to Hannah? What might he make her do? It was a horrible, terrible idea to play that creep's fucking games, to do things his way.

But if there was any chance...

< what do you want > Kelly sent back, hating herself for even asking.

Sitting on the floor, Kelly braced herself for Victor's response, almost too afraid to think. She knew it was a mistake before she hit send, but the words were out there now, written in digital ink. There were far too many things she could imagine him demanding, and all of them were terrible.

But what she didn't imagine was him speaking his demand aloud.

"Oh, it's quite simple, Kelly," Victor's smooth, deep voice purred above and behind her. Kelly yelped, practically levitating off the floor to land on her bed across from the sound.

On the Hannah's bed opposite hers was her laptop, its screen dim. This didn't seem to stop the older man's voice from emanating out its speakers.

"Quite simple indeed," he said, his dark tone tinged with amusement.

"I want to watch you cum, Kelly. I want to watch you cum nice and hard for me."

Kelly shook her head in horror. Her phone slipped from her hands to bounce off the bed, clattering down to the floor as she stared at Hannah's laptop. "You asshole!"

His chuckle was as low as it was ominous. "Oh, Kelly, that's not very nice, now is it?"

Kelly scowled, her fists balling around her sheets as she glared daggers at his voice emanating from her friend's machine. "When did... How did you hack her computer?"

"Oh, well," Victor laughed dismissively, a gesture Kelly heard even through Hannah's speakers. "It's a small matter, really. Hannah knows how important her training is. She doesn't bat an eye when her favorite uncle gives her special software to install."

"In fact, she doesn't even remember it."

Kelly's nostrils flared, a scowl settling on her freckled face.

On the laptop, Victor appeared. The camera was a window to some swank apartment, warm lighting, leather furniture, and a patio opened to a city skyline. She only vaguely remembered his smooth, bald scalp, grey-black beard, and scholarly features from that first day of the semester.

He seemed a whole lot less charming now.

"If you think I'm going to let you just sit and---"

"I don't think anything, Kelly," Victor cut her off. "I don't have to." He pointed a long, slender finger at the camera, aimed directly at her. "It's about what you want from me,Kelly."

"And, more importantly, what you're willing to doto get it."

The smugness in his smile sent a spike of fresh anger through her. Kelly's fists clenched tighter, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms.

Victor raised his brow, his tone patient and polite, but the command in it clear. "Now. Shall we begin?"

Kelly grimaced. Every instinct told her to leave. To slam the laptop close and go to the campus authorities. Anything but what was being asked of her.

She wanted to be mad. To fuel her anger and indignance toward the bastard who was blackmailing and manipulating her.

Because that was a much preferable feeling to the other emotion rising in her -overtaking and amplified by her embarrassment and shame.

The raw, simmering, unmistakable heat of her arousal.

Closing her eyes, Kelly bit back a growl.

Victor smirked from the screen, a twisted inverse of Kelly's deep frown. "As lovely as you look sitting there scowling, I'm not getting any younger, Kelly."

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

With her gaze still fixed on Victor's, Kelly shifted on her bed, placing her feet on the floor. She was painfully aware of her sparse attire, a button down flannel pajama shirt and a pair of pink panties. Slowly, she spread her legs, granting him a view of the thin fabri covering her sex. Kelly willed herself to ignore the thrill that raced up her spine as the cool air washed over her thighs.

Seeing the slow, lascivious smile spread on Victor's face made Kelly flinch away.

"That's a good girl, Kelly," Victor said, his voice low and hypnotic. "Show me what my dear Hannah has taught you."

Kelly's lips parted in a halting breath as a memory rose in the back of her mind. A memory of Hannah's pleasure-drunk voice, whispering in her ear as she made Kelly cum in the girls' shower room.

"We can be good girls together. Nice and sweet and perfect for him..."

Kelly's eyes widened as the meaning of those words finally solidified.

Oh God...

This had been Victor's intention all along. Maybe not towards Kelly specifically, but for whoever Hannah found herself attracted to. Brainwashed slaves training more brainwashed slaves.

No... No, no, no...

The disgust roiling in her stomach was almost as potent as the moisture gathering between her thighs.

"Keep going, Kelly." Victor said slowly. "You know you want to. You know Hannah would want you to..."

Defiantly, Kelly shook her head as she gripped the collar of her pajama top, tightening it around her neck. This wasn't happening. This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

"No, you don't know that, you don't know any---mmmm!" Kelly moaned as she arched her spine, gripping the comforter as, without realizing it, her other hand roamed down to cup her mound through the thin flannel. Her index finger teased her stiff nipple through the fabric, and the sensation was electric, more intense than it had any right to be.

"That's it," Victor coaxed. "Let it out, Kelly. Let me see how wet you are for me."

Kelly's cheeks flushed scarlet, but to her horror, the dampness seeping through the pink fabric left no doubt. Her finger traced languid circles around her stiffened nub, and even through the cloth, the friction made her squirm. She wanted to stop. Needed to. But she couldn't. It was like she'd lost control over herself. Her sopping pussy throbbed with each caress, and shame and embarrassment seemed to only sharpen the pleasure.

This bastard did something to me. He's fucking with my head. He's controlling me!

"Tell me, Kelly," Victor mused from Hannah's computer, his deep tone like velvet over steel. "Is touching yourself to a man old enough to be your father... does it excite you?"

Kelly shook her head, grunting with frustration at her traitorous hand. "No... n-no it doesn't... F-fuck you, it doesn't,y-you bastard! You're d-doing this to me! You're---uhhNnn---making it feel like this! Get... get out of my f-fucking head!"

Victor's laughter grew ever sharper. "Is that what you think, Kelly? I'm afraid I must disappoint you. This..."

Kelly grunted again, her hands rising to grasp the collar of her pajama top and pulling the button-up flannel open to allow her smooth, creamy tits to spill out with a perky bounce.

"...is all you. I promise you, Kelly. I haven't done a thing."

Her hands moved to knead and grope her full breasts, her fingers working her stiff, aching nipples. The words cut through the fog in her mind, and Kelly gasped, her cheeks reddening even further.

"Y-you're lying..." she half-wimpered. "You... you have to be..."

Her hips bucked, the intensity of the pleasure tugging below her belly. Kelly bit her lip but couldn't keep from moaning as her fingers sank into the yielding flesh of her plump sensitive tits.

It was unreal. It felt like she could cum just from this...

Victor's tone grew harsher, which only sharpened the slick, surging need in her sex. "Tell yourself whatever you wish, Kelly. I know all the dirty things you did with my niece. I watched so very many of them. I know just how far down you allowed her to drag you. How deeply you let her degrade you. She told me about each and every night she made you cum over and over and over again."

Kelly shook her head, a pathetic denial. Her fingers kept rolling and pinching her nipples. It felt so fucking good. And it didn't seem to matter what she thought of Hannah's creep of an uncle. Didn't matter what kind of monster he was.

Having him watch her do this to herself was driving her wild.

Victor's lips curled into a sinister smile. "My sweet Hannah has conditioned your slutty little body to do all manner of perverse, debauched things. Things you didn't even think possible, Kelly. And now..."

He chuckled darkly, his piercing eyes seeming to cut through the screen and bore directly into her. "...you just can't help yourself anymore, can you?"

Kelly shook her head once, more half-hearted still. One had slid away from her breast, moving down her flat stomach. Down, down, until her fingertips rested against the pink fabric of her panties. Her eyes screwed shut as her hips rose, her pussy desperate to be touched. Teased.

Controlled.

The desperate words left her lips on a heated breath. "N-no... no I can't... I can't..."

"Oh, I think you can, Kelly," Victor breathed, his tone low and wicked and so very wrong. "In fact, I know you can. I saw you in the videos Hannah sent me. I saw your face. Heard the way you begged for more."

Kelly felt herself being carried down by the older man's dark, insidious words. Her hand slid under the wet fabric of her panties.

"Do you know what I think, Kelly? I think you were a dirty, perverted little slut to begin with, and my dear, and my devoted niece gave you just the excuse you needed."

Kelly shook her head once more. Desperately denied her culpability. But it was a weak gesture. A half-hearted one. Victor was right. The pleasure, the submission, was welling within her. It was so good. So hot and right...

And when her fingers found the slick silk of her sex, her mouth opened in silent, debased exultation. Her entire body shuddered in ecstasy and surrender as her fingers sank into her sopping pussy. Dark, molten bliss filled her as she gave in. Memories of Hannah swirled and coiled in her mind, a vivid flood of halting whispers, burning imagery, and devil caresses. A flowing mental reel of her own corruption played inside her head as she feverishly pumped her fingers in and out of her inner channel. The wet, schlicking noise of her needy cunt only drove her lewd fervor higher.

Her ample breasts jiggled and bounced with her ragged breaths, her freckled face a tortured mix of desire and dismay. She fought back, weakly and desperately, as a depraved mantra began in her head.

Oh God, he sees... he sees... he knows... fuuuck... oh fuck, oh fuck...

Her soaked panties pulsed over her sliding fingers, and her other groping hand---seemingly unsatisfied with her current level of exposure---moved down, took hold of her pink panties, and yanked them down as far as they would go. Kelly moaned openly as the cool air kissed her dripping, needy snatch, her legs spreading wider as her fingers moved to tease and stroke her clit in time with her other hand.

"Yes. Oh yes, that's very good, Kelly," Victor growled from the screen. She could hear him shifting in his chair, no longer even trying to hide his enjoyment. "Your pretty tits are so sexy, bouncing as you touch yourself..."

"F-fucking... fucking... Oh god... Fucking b-bastard..." Kelly growled weakly, unable to stop teasing her exposed sex even as she tried to swear him off. "P-please... p-pleaAH! Please!"

Her fingers were like white lightning, sending jolts of hot pleasure straight through her core. Pleasure she couldn't resist. Couldn't ignore. She could feel her mind breaking.

"Seeing you like this makes me so proud of my dear Hannah. She trained you so perfectly. So... naturally. She didn't need prompting or instruction. She just... knew. Just like her dear old uncle."

The earnest warmth and affection in Victor's voice made Kelly sick to her stomach. She hated it. Hated him. But it also only made the dark, twisted pleasure all the sharper. Knowing what Hannah had done to her. What Hannah made her feel.

"...t-trained me... p-perv-verted... m-meee..." she whimpered.

Her mind was sinking beneath the tide of lust and darkness. She was a slave to its waves, unable to keep afloat. Kelly's eyes were half-open and unfocused. She was watching the laptop screen as the dark satisfaction in Victor's smile seemed to fill the room.

Kelly had forgotten why she had agreed to this. Beneath the raging tides of lust pulling her down, she no longer cared. It took all her effort to keep from cumming. She was so close. Right on the edge. She wanted it so bad. Needed it so bad...

But she knew Hannah would want her to hold it. To spread her legs nice and wide and let her Uncle Vic see what a nice, depraved slut she was.

We'll be good girls together...

The words were like liquid heaven in her mind. To be with Hannah. To be whatever she wanted her to be. To cum for her over and over and over...

"Uhnnngg.... N-nice... and sweet... and perfect..." Her body squirmed and writhed as she murmured the words. Her clit throbbed with hot, malevolent ecstasy. She could feel it like a heartbeat through her body.

Victor's smirk was growing wider with every word. "What was that, Kelly? Is there something you'd like to say?"

A haze settled around her mind, her thoughts muddled and thick.

"S-say... s-say..."

"Yes, Kelly, what's that? Go ahead and tell Uncle Vic."

Through lidded eyes, Kelly glanced at the laptop screen. Victor had his cock out and was stroking it languidly while he watched her debase herself. The sight sent a dark shudder of joy through her, and on reflex she withdrew her fingers from her pussy. Using two fingers, she splayed her nether lips wide, giving the older man a clear view of her quivering, sensitive insides.

"I'm... I'm p-perfect..." Kelly said in a halting, quavering tone. Her voice had a hollow, faraway quality. Her mind was swimming, struggling to stay conscious as the lust stormed around her.

Victor beamed out from the computer screen, his long, thick member gleaming with precum as he pleasured himself. "You are, Kelly. Hannah has made you nice and perfect, hasn't she? Her nice. Sweet. Perfect little whore, ready to be used."

"Yeeesss..... heheehh..." Kelly nodded mindlessly, her soaked fingers returning to massaging the inner walls of her pussy. Her hands were no longer her own. Her dripping, aching sex was no longer her own. All of her belonged to Hannah. Her mouth opened in an empty smile as her fingers pumped in and out of her slit.

"Mmmmm," Victor murmured, savoring Kelly's display. "She did a wonderful job with you, didn't she?"

Kelly giggled, delirious and floating in the depths of her surrender. "Sh-she... did... Uncle Vic... I... mm..."

It was so hard to think. So hard to do anything but edge herself into a broken, silly, slutty mess. Was this what Hannah felt like? Was this what being brainwashed felt like? It felt... it felt so good...

Victor ran his free hand through his salt and pepper beard, still smiling wide."And you love it, don't you? You like what your sweet Hannah has done to you?"

"Y-yes... s-so good... so... haa hot..."

"Good girl," Victor purred, his cock twitching in his grip. "You're going to get your reward. You're going to cum. Cum like the helpless, hopeless slut you are."

Kelly's hips wiggled as she crooned in anticipation. She'd been a good, empty little slut, and Uncle Vic was going to finally let her---

The wispy, vacant thought hitched in her mind like it had caught on something. Kelly's eyes fluttered. That wasn't right. There was something she was supposed to do. Or get?

Somewhere, deep in the pleasure-drowned abyss of Kelly's mind, there was a spark of recognition. All the while, her fingers kept up their torturous assault. "Mmmmnnnn.. Can't... aaaahnn... Can't cum y-yet..."

Her eyes stayed locked on Victor's glistening cock, her hands unconsciously matching the tempo of his strokes.

Victor chuckled darkly, his fist working himself up and down. "And why is that, Kelly. Were you expecting to get something?"

Kelly nodded drunkenly. "Words... Nnngh!" Her body hitched sharply as her pleasure threatened to overtake her. She forced it back under her control, imagining Hannah there. Ordering her. Directing her. Her lewd excitement was running down her thighs. Dripping to the floor.

"M-Magic words..." she repeated thickly.

Victor's grin was crooked, and Kelly's empty mind couldn't place it. Couldn't connect the dots. All she could do was rub and thrust, keeping her rhythm.

"I see," he said lightly. "And here I thought you'd have rubbed that silly little idea away by now." He rested back in his chair, his image on the screen still stroking his throbbing manhood. "You still wish to save her? To 'fix' her? You still think you actually can?"

In the back of her mind, a spark of defiance ignited in Kelly. It was covered over with hormones and lust, but it still glimmered valiantly.

"Gonna... save her..." she panted. "Gonna... s-save her... from..."

"From me?" Victor finished, one eyebrow raising in amusement. "Kelly, dear. You're just as trapped as she is. The only difference is you were already an empty, vapid slut. No one had to make you do anything. All Hannah had to do was give you the opportunity to be who you are."

Victor's tongue slid out, wetting his lips as he savored the sight of the redhead fingering herself to the edge of sanity. His fist kept stroking as his voice rose from the computer screen. "But you know what, Kelly? Since you want Hannah's failsafe trigger so badly, I will give it to you. Now that you understand yourself a bit better, I think you're in a better place to decide."

"And who knows," he added, his grin twerking wider. "Perhaps you'll even maintain the faculties to use it."

Kelly moaned, her face flushing red. Her pussy was so wet, so swollen. Every caress was like lightning up her spine, her nerves singing their demand for her to surrender. To give in. To just cum and cum and cum and be done with it.

"S-say it," she gasped, her eyes fixed on his cock. Her body was volcanic, ready to erupt. "Say the words... and I'll... I'll c-cum for y-you..."

A dark malevolence glimmered in Victor's gray eyes. "I'm afraid I need one last thing from you, Kelly." As he spoke, he took a phone from his desk and typed out series of commands with one hand, maintaining his leisurely rhythm with the other.

"Right here," he said, turning the phone to show the message. The words were too small to read, but they were there. "Ready to send. But I want one. Last. Thing."

Kelly's breathing was ragged, her eyes locked on the message. "What do you... what do you want?"

Victor tilted his head, the low light glinting off his smooth scalp. "Hannah's toys. You know where they are." It wasn't a question.

Kelly nodded dumbly. She knew. Of course, she knew. Hannah loved using them on her.

"Good. The pink phallus she has. I want you to fetch it and slide it down your throat like the good little slut you are. I want you to suck on it for me. I want you to cum nice and hard with it in your mouth."

Kelly's pussy contracted at the thought, and she whined. "Unfair..." she breathed, but her hands were already moving of their own accord, reaching for her dildo drawer where it lay. She yanked it free, the harness still dangling from the base. As if she'd put it there only moments ago in anticipation of this very moment.

"Fair? Forgive me, but this isn't a game of Monopoly, Kelly," Victor drawled. "Now be a good, obedient slut and open up."

With a sob, Kelly did as she was told. She pushed the shaft past her lips. Her tongue and throat quickly molded themselves around the girth as the silicone length filled her mouth. The metal buckles attached to the harness clinked and rattled, but all Kelly could focus on was the taste of latex and the lewd, eager sucking noises emanating from her throat.

She felt like such a perverted, disgusting slut...

Victor murmured his pleasure, his hand speeding up as Kelly obediently serviced the artificial cock, her cheeks hollowing with each long suck.

"You know, Kelly. I sent that one to her specifically to use on herself. Specifically to train with. She cleans it, of course, but still. I bet your tongue can just about taste my niece on it, can't you?"

Kelly's hips bucked, her pussy throbbing as the perverse thought filled her mind. "MmnnMmnn..." she might have agreed. She couldn't be sure. Pressure was building in her core, between her legs, and facing the screen made it all the more humiliating. Her fingers were moving faster on her clit, dancing ever closer to the precipice. Everything ached with tormenting ecstasy. Her pussy. Her clit. Her head. Her soul.

It was too much. It was just too much.

"Of course," Victor said casually. "The reason I sent her that one was I had it made special for her. It's molded aftermy cock, Kelly. It's made identical to mine, so she could think of her dear, sexy Uncle Victor fucking her every time she used it. Preparing her." His eyes flashed with a lustful glint. "Preparing both of you..."

With a muffled shriek, Kelly came.

Her juices flooded her thighs as she sucked down on the dildo, hips bucking as the orgasm wracked her body. She was cumming, cumming so hard onto the floor. Cumming for Victor's cock like his fucking slut, and god help her she'd obeyed him like a well-trained puppy. Her walls clenched around nothingness, and still, she came; her whole body seized as her clit screamed its agonizing release. It consumed her, twisted her, and left her boneless, panting like a half-dead fish on the ground.

"Good girl," Victor breathed. He was stroking himself to a very wet and glistening peak, but he didn't cum. Not yet. "Doesn't it feel good to obey? To be the empty slut you were always meant to be?"

In an utter haze, her slender fingers still gripping the phallus, her eyes lay fixated on Victor's throbbing member, its shape identical to the plastic dildo that had finally ignited her orgasm. She wanted to see it climax. Needed to see it. I needed to see it spurt its thick, creamy perfection into the air. Her still-spasming body ached for it, and she didn't know why.

She barely knew anything anymore, but she knew this.

"Please..." she purred.

Victor's hand moved faster and faster. His other hand still held the phone, its white glow still displaying the message ready to send... not that Kelly was in mind to remember it. "Say it, Kelly. Say you're a filthy, cum-hungry slut who needs Uncle Victor's cum."

"Oh... oh god, please," she whined. "I'm... I'm a filthy, cum-hungry slut who needs Uncle Vic's cum..."

Victor gave one last mighty tug and shot his load all over the screen, filling it with a warm, hot deluge of white seed. Kelly was transfixed, her pussy clenching anew as she sucked the dildo with renewed vigor as if she could taste it on her tongue. As if she could be there with him, licking his cock clean...

"There's a good girl," he said lightly and pressed a button on the phone before dropping it back on his desk. "And there are your 'Magic Words.'"

Kelly heard the chime of her own phone. With a fluttering slowness, her eyes swiveled to see it sticking out of the covers.

"I'm sure you'll make good use of them," she heard him say from the laptop. Lolling her head back, she was just in time to see the screen go unceremoniously black.

She pulled the phallus from her mouth, lines of saliva connecting it to her full, red lips and soft, pink tongue. She moaned softly as a series of orgasmic aftershocks rolled through her, each one making her hips writhe and her pussy clench.

She hated how good she felt. How hard she had cum.

"No choice..." she murmured to herself as she stretched her naked, sweat-dappled body over to take her phone. "Had... had to..." Her chest rose and fell with the deepness of her breath, making her ample tits bounce with each pant.

She looked down at the message he'd sent her.

< You want to be the heroine of this tale, Kelly? Then simply let her hear or read these words: >

< Back up the rabbit hole. Back out the looking glass. Alice returns. >

Kelly read the words several times over, mouthing them as she did. The sluggishness in her mind was such that she didn't notice the rest of the message at first, but when she did, her grip on the phone tightened.

< And because you were such a good little slut, showing just how depraved and broken you truly are, I'm also going to give you what you actually want. A single word. The one I use to guide and shape my lovely niece. I'm sure you've seen it already, but that's no matter. What does matter is that once I've notified Hannah with her new directives. The word will work for you as well. >

Kelly blinked sharply, the gravity of what she read dissolving some of the haze in her mind.

< You want Hannah to love you, Kelly? To take you into her heart? All you have to do is let her hear or read this one very special, very magic word... >

She scrolled down with a trembling finger.

< Wonderland. >