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corruptedcaps · 4 months ago

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Slutz

Morgan pushed open the creaky door of the thrift store hoping this place would have what she needed. She had already been to 5 other stores looking for the right doll for her bitchy step sister Emma but had come up empty each time. No store had the exact one she knew her sister wanted and she was starting to get frustrated. To her they all looked the same.

Emma was a collector of dolls and especially of ones that looked like her so naturally she had basically every Barbie you could buy. Emma was the epitome of a spoilt brat who had no time for Morgan and her tomboyish style. Morgan hoped if she could find her some rare doll that maybe she could be on her step sisters good side for once.

As Morgan scanned the shelves of various knick knacks her eyes fell on a peculiar looking doll. Picking it up she found a label on it that said it’s name was Cordelia from a doll line called ‘Slutz’. Morgan would have chuckled at the obvious ‘Bratz’ rip off sounding name if she wasn’t suddenly and inexplicably enamoured with it.

Cordelia was unlike any other doll Morgan had ever seen, embodying a dark, gothic charm with her long, straight black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her attire, a blend of lace, leather, and studs. Cordelia’s pale face, red lips, and big eyes gave her a haunting yet captivating appearance, one that Morgan felt a magnetic pull towards.

It was certainly nothing Emma would enjoy but in that moment she wasn’t even thinking about her step sister. Morgan weirdly wanted it for herself.

When Morgan got home, she placed Cordelia on her desk, suddenly aware of what an odd thing she had done. She was heading off to college soon, the last thing she should have bought was a childish thing like a doll. Yet, she found herself unable to look away. The doll’s dark eyes seemed to draw her in, beckoning her to stare deeper. As she gazed into those eyes, a whisper echoed in her mind, as if Cordelia was speaking right to her.

"You’re a goth, you’re a queen, you’re a bitch." The words repeated, growing louder and more insistent.

Morgan was couldn’t move, her eyes locked into Cordelia’s. She couldn’t even blink. She wanted to tear herself away but the words persisted, drilling into her consciousness causing her paralysis.

"You’re a goth, you’re a queen, you’re a bitch." The words were in a voice that was hypnotic. Strong yet sexy. The more she heard them the more her body was starting to tingle. It felt good. Her lips moved almost involuntarily as she began to echo the words softly.

"I’m a goth, I’m a queen, I’m a bitch." At first, her voice was tentative, barely a whisper.

As Morgan repeated the mantra, a strange sensation washed over her. Her brown hair tied up into two punky pigtails as one side darkened, transforming into jet-black strands while the other dyed red. Each matching the same hair that adorned Cordelia’s head. Her lips plumped, becoming fuller and more pronounced, their color deepening to a rich, blood red hue.

"I’m a goth, I’m a queen, I’m a bitch." The words now flowed with a newfound anger and rage, resonating within her.

Morgan's tits began to expand, her figure becoming curvier and more voluptuous. Her skin grew pale, almost porcelain-like. Her nails took on a longer look, sharpening to a point, painted as black as her hair. Tattoos flowed over her arms and thighs.

"I’m a goth, I’m a queen, I’m a bitch." She repeated, her voice now dripping with a sultry purr. Her sensible jeans and sweater morphed into fishnets that barely covered anything and a shorter than short black and white skirt. The fabric clung to her newly transformed body, enhancing her curves and highlighting her new, edgy aesthetic.

She felt her body slowly unfreeze, giving her a chance to escape but she didn’t move. In fact she sat closer to the doll, straightening her back, pushing out her gloriously bigger tits.

"I’m a goth, I’m a queen, I’m a bitch… I’m Cordelia." She declared naturally, absorbing the voice fully into her psyche. The transformation was complete, Morgan was gone. Finally, she broke eye contact with the doll and turned to the mirror.

"My god, I look… so fucking good.” She murmured, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. Her mind did not register any of the dramatic changes. To her, she had always been this gothic queen. She had always been Cordelia. In fact there was no evidence around her to convince her otherwise.

Her bedroom, once filled with cozy, nerdy decor, had transformed into a haven of dark elegance. Black lace curtains, gothic art, and dark-colored furniture filled the space, reflecting her new identity perfectly. It all felt natural to her, as if nothing had changed.

Turning back to the doll, the new goth looked at it with disdain. The once gothic doll now appeared as a regular boring doll, eerily resembling how she used to look. It was simple, with brown hair and modest attire. Its label now read ‘Morgan’.

"What a fucking boring bitch.” She muttered, her voice dripping with contempt.

Without a second thought, she grabbed the doll and tossed it into the trash. The old Morgan, both in doll and memory, was discarded without a second glance. Cordelia strutted back to the mirror to take in her glorious appearance.

A knock on the door pulled her from her self-admiration. Her sister called from the other side, "Cordelia, are you there?"

Cordelia rolled her eyes. Her girly step sister was the bane of her existence. She strode to the door, her voice sharp and cruel. "What do you want bitch?”

Emma hesitated, fearful of her step sister. "My friends are coming over soon for my party, you’re not going to crash it like last time are you?"

Cordelia made a gagging gesture, the words barely registering as significant. Flinging open the door she looked at her sister, in her pink dress with disgust.

Emma may have been the undisputed queen bee at their school but she knew not to cross Cordelia. Her step sister had what could gently be put a gang of devoted followers. Before she had come along the goths had been outcasts but under her leadership they had become a formidable power. She could have run the school if she wanted but was happier causing trouble.

“I have better fucking things then to go to your boring ass party. So fuck off now little princess, I’m getting sick just looking at your face.” Cordelia snarled.

Cordelia didn’t need to be told twice and turned quickly on her heel and headed towards the stairs. However that’s when Cordelia remembered something.

“Not so fast basic bitch Barbie, I have something for you.” Cordelia said with a smirk on her lips as Emma reluctantly returned.

Cordelia walked over to the trash and fished out the doll. Walking back to her step sister she thrust it into Emma’s hands.

"Here, happy fucking birthday. Now piss off!" Cordelia spat, her tone laced with disdain.

Emma stood there, stunned, clutching the doll. Without another word, Emma turned and fled down the hallway, the sight causing Cordelia to be turned on.

Taking out her phone she took a picture of herself and texted it to her regular fuck Damien. She lay down on her bed and stuck her fingers under her skirt waiting for him to call. She had barely gotten her fingers in before he called.

“Hey hot stuff, guess what I’m doing?” She purred down the line. She put the phone to her pussy and let Damien hear the sounds of her fingers going in and out of the wetness. Satisfied he heard enough she put it back to her ear.

“Get the fuck over here before I finish.” She commanded. She hung up the phone without another work and continued to pleasure herself. Whether Damien made it over in time wasn’t the point, she just needed him in the house so she could crash Emma’s party. Once he was there they would get the rest of the gang over and it would become their party instead. After a quick fuck of course. Cordelia loved being a goth slut.

Emma walked down the hall to her room, pushing open the pink door, all the while staring at the doll Cordelia had given her. She was weirdly taken by it. It was no where near as beautiful or as fashionable as her Barbie’s but it held some sort of draw to her.

“Morgan? That's a nice name.” She said to herself reading the tag on the doll and slowly locking eyes with it, not feeling her blonde hair lose its colour or her tight pink top grow into a baggy sweater.

Meanwhile across town, the shop owner of the thrift store noticed the space on the shelf where Cordelia had sat and went into the back room. She went to a box marked 'Slutz' and gazed into it's contents, a pile of other dolls. Cordelia was the last of the goth style dolls she had. There was a nurse, a cheerleader, a biker chick, a housewife and a myriad of other. Maybe one of the other dolls could catch someone's eye....

THE END

#f2f #corruption #gothification #magic #evil bitch #cc2024 #slutz

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corruptedcaps · 1 year ago

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Something Wicked: Final Part

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Jennifer's morning in her grand mansion was a far cry from her previous life as a goth girl. She awoke in a plush, canopied bed with silk sheets, her room bathed in soft, filtered light. Her skin was practically glowing with beauty as she took off her eye mask and got out of bed.

She sauntered over to her walk-in closet and gazed at its vastness, filled with designer outfits. Each outfit was mostly bright and preppy, a stark contrast to her previous goth attire. But her mind never once thought of the girl she used to be. Her desires and her thoughts were all focused on being Jennifer, the mean spoilt princess of high school were none were her equal.

In the expansive bathroom, adorned with marble and gold accents, she marveled at the decadence. As she gazed at her reflection in the gilded mirror, a feeling of superiority washed over her. The part of her who used to be content with simple routines was now basking in opulence.

A chauffeur-driven car awaited her outside, ready to take her to school. Jennifer descended the grand staircase, her high heels echoing through the mansion's marble foyer. Her parents, who were equally as absorbed in themselves, barely noticed her as she left.

Jennifer's life had become a whirlwind of luxury, vanity, and popularity. It was a stark departure from the goth girl's humble existence and was transforming her into a person she had never imagined she could become.

Once she stepped out of her car at school she was immediately flanked by her beta besties Amanda and Brooke who instantly showered her with compliments and a drink from Starbucks.

“Oh my gosh, Jennifer, you look absolutely stunning today!” Amanda gushed, her eyes wide with admiration.

Brooke, equally effusive, chimed in, “Seriously, Jennifer, you’re like the most gorgeous girl in school. Everyone’s talking about it!”

Jennifer basked in their adoration, her vanity fully satiated. As they strolled into the school together, Jennifer continued to soak in the praise. Jennifer couldn’t even remember what it was like to not be popular, to have Amanda and Brooke as her ever-loyal supporters who doted on her every word and gesture. It was intoxicating. But one thing that made her feel more alive than anything else was bullying and she knew just who to target.

“Where’s that loser Lily? I have some new insults I wanted to try out on her.” Jennifer asked and her sycophants just shrugged. Sometimes they were so useless Jennifer thought to herself.

“Whatever, I’m sure we’ll smell that rank bitch before long.” Jennifer smirked and Amanda and Brooke giggled. However, as the school day progressed, Lily was conspicuously absent. Despite Jennifer’s confident prediction, there was no sign of the goth girl. Where was Lily, and why hadn’t she shown up to school? Jennifer couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding, as if this mysterious absence held a deeper significance.

Throughout the school day, Jennifer busied herself with being adored and feared in equal measure. Her newfound popularity and vanity was still intoxicating after a week. She reveled in the compliments, the admiration, and the apprehensive glances of her peers. The nagging sense of foreboding that had haunted her earlier was conveniently pushed aside as she basked in the spotlight.

However, when the final bell rang and the school day came to an end, Jennifer stepped outside to find her chauffeur conspicuously absent. Annoyance began to well up inside her as she realized she had no way to get home. She quickly reached for her phone, intending to call her parents, but the phone rang with no answer.

Jennifer was beyond pissed as she stomped home. Her parents would have to make up for this big time to her, maybe they would finally shell out for that boob job she wanted.

However as she entered her house she knew immediately something was wrong. The grandeur that had surrounded her earlier in the morning had transformed into an eerie darkness. Instead of the bright and white interiors, the house was now painted in sinister shades of black. The luxurious furnishings had been replaced with gothic décor.

With trembling steps, Jennifer entered the unfamiliar space. As she walked closer to the staircase, her breath caught in her throat as a figure came into view. There, sitting on the steps, was Lily. She was dressed in tight black latex, every inch of her exuding a sinister confidence. Her lips were painted black and her hair was a striking shade of deep red. Her eyes gleamed with wicked amusement.

Jennifer stammered, "Lily? What did you do to my home?"

Lilith’s evil smirk widened as she leaned forward, her voice dripping with malevolence. “Oh, Jennifer you prissy little cunt, this isn’t your home anymore. It’s mine now. And the names Lilith”

Before Jennifer could react to Lily's ominous claim, an unseen hand struck her with a powerful blow, knocking her unconscious. Her vision blurred and dimmed, and the last thing she saw was Lily's malevolent grin.

When Jennifer finally regained consciousness, she found herself in a bewildering situation. She was tied to a chair in her own bedroom, which had undergone a profound and unsettling transformation. The bright and cheerful room she had once known was now a dark and eerie shrine to gothic style. Candles cast flickering shadows across the room, and eerie symbols adorned the walls.

Lily's voice, dripping with a silky smooth purr, reached Jennifer's ears. "Oh, good, you're awake," she purred, her black lips parting in an evil smile.

Jennifer, though bound to the chair, summoned her earlier arrogance and attempted to threaten Lilith, her voice quivering. "You get yourself a little goth makeover and you think you’re some kind of hot shit? You have no idea what you're messing with. Release me now, or you'll regret it! My parents will end you after they learn what you’ve done!"

Lilith, however, responded with an unsettling calmness. She maintained her sinister grin and didn't make a move to untie Jennifer, which only heightened the unease that gnawed at her.

“You still don’t get it do you Jennifer, I hold all the cards now. Poor mommy and daddy aren’t coming to your rescue. Not after I threaten to expose all their sordid business dealings. You know the ones I’m talking about. And if you know them I know.” Lilith smirked with superiority as she left the room for a moment for Jennifer to ponder.

Jennifer searched her mind and knew it was true. She remembered her father boasting several times at the dinner table about all his illegal activities. As Jenna she had thought she had ignored it but it had been filed away nonetheless and now Lilith had used it against her former parents.

With eerie deliberation, Lilith returned and wheeled in a television and placed it directly in front of Jennifer.

“Once I had them wrapped around my finger they agreed to move out and I got to work transforming this mansion into my new lair. Having access to their money helped expedite the process of course. Once I threatened them with possible jail time that were only too happy to give up their spoilt princess too.” Lilith grinned as she switched on the tv.

“Fuck you, you dirty goth slut! I don’t believe you! When I get out of here I’m going to make your life a living hell!” Jennifer said defiantly despite tears welling up in her eyes.

Lilith clip clopped over to her slowly in her platform heels and leaned into Jennifer’s ear. She didn’t need to whisper but it felt appropriately sinister.

“I’ve been to hell bitch, I’m the queen there and once I break you’ll love being a part of my empire.” Lilith said. She was close enough for Jennifer to smell. To the cheerleaders surprise, it was an intoxicating aroma that was resurfacing old memories of being Lily that she fight to contain.

Lilith returned to TV and switched it on. On the screen Jennifer saw an unremarkable looking stock room. It was completely still and uninteresting until two figures suddenly burst through the door. They were kissing and groping at each other like two desperate creatures. It took a Jennifer a few seconds to realize who the figures were but when she did her eyes went wide.

“Turn it off! Turn it off now!” Jennifer demanded but that only made Lilith positive her plan would work.

“I could turn it off but I know a part of you, a deeply buried part of you wants me to leave it on and I want her to come out and play.” Lilith said with a wicked smile.

Jennifer couldn’t look away as she watched Lilith and Raven go at it in the stock room of Eclipse. The part of her that was Jenna, was disinterested in such a thing but the part of her that was Lily couldn’t help but start to get turned on. After all Lily had adored Raven and had wanted to be with her for as long as she had been going to the store and now she was watching her old body get exactly what she had long desired and more.

Jennifer bit her lip and softly moaned as she squirmed in her seat watching Lilith and Raven fuck in such a primal way. Lily’s personality was starting to reemerge in her body. She started to wonder why she was wearing such bright and colourful clothes? Why were her nails painted pink instead of black?

However Jenna’s bitchy personality was still too strong and despite her panties being soaked, as the tape wrapped up the cheerleader started to giggle.

“Was that your big plan? Try to awaken the weaker part of me to be some lesbo goth again? Please! I’m happier now being the popular spoilt princess with guys lining up to fuck me than I ever was being a loser goth. Nice try but no one bests Jennifer.” She said with a confident cackle but Lilith seemed unfazed. In fact her smile seemed to increase.

“I was hoping this would be the case because it allows me to move onto plan B.” Lilith said and snapped her fingers. Within seconds the door to the bedroom opened and in walked a woman known to both of them.

“There’s my lovely little nasty slut, kiss your queen a kiss before saying hi to our guest Raven.” Lilith said to her paramour who strode over to her and Jennifer watched as the two of them made out with each other. Watching the video was one thing, seeing it before her eyes made Jennifer almost drool. Had she been standing, her legs almost certainly would have given out.

After what seemed like an eternity Raven broke off from the kiss and set her sights on Jennifer. Raven’s lips were still glossy from her kiss with Lilith as she straddled Jennifer in the chair she was tied to. Leaning in close so only Jennifer could hear, Raven whispered, “I hear you’ve had a crush on me for some time…. Lily.”

Pulling back Raven watched in glee as Jennifer’s eyes darted around, her mind at war with itself. Her persona splintering. Raven seized upon the opportunity and kissed her deeply. Jennifer was frozen for a moment before struggling and pushing Raven back off of her.

“What the fuck!? As if you goth bitch! Ohhhh no fuck I want you so bad! No fuck off Lily! I’m in charge here! No you fuck off Jenna! Ohhh that felt good! Fuck you Jenna! Yessss it feels so good to say that! Ughhhhh no! I won’t let this happen! I’m a god damn princess!” Jennifer groaned still holding onto the personality that had been grown and cultivated over the past week.

Rolling her eyes, Lilith approached Jennifer and grabbed her hair, pulling it back so they would lock eyes. “Yeah? Well I’m the fucking queen!” She grinned before sticking her tongue deep into Jennifer’s mouth. Jennifer struggled like before but only for a moment before completely giving into the kiss. The two enemies locked lips intently, swirling around their tongues together, tasting each other passionately.

Jennifer felt her prissy princess attitude melt away and be replaced with a darker melding of Jenna and Lily in much the same way Lilith had been born. She didn’t want to be the spoilt blonde brat anymore, she wanted to be covered in black and sow chaos. She wanted to dwell in darkness and strike fear into others. But more than anything right now, she wanted Lilith.

The feeling seemingly mutual, Lilith practically ripped the bonds around Jennifer’s hands and starting to undress the cheerleader as Jennifer started doing the same in kind to the goth. Raven watched on in amusement as the the tanned blonde brat and her gorgeous goth queen stumbled onto the bed grabbing at every part of each as if it were a matter of life and death. Raven started to finger herself as she watched, enjoying the scene.

“Hey slut, don’t waste those fingers over there, come here and pleasure us.” Jennifer demanded as she tore away from Lilith for a second to address Raven who stood frozen for a second unsure if she should do as asked.

“Well what are you waiting for, you heard Jennifer.” Lilith told the perplexed Raven.

“Fuck that name! Call me Guinevere.” The cheerleader said with a sinister grin.

“Mmm I love it.” Lilith grinned back and returned to kissing her.

The rest of the night was a blur of sweaty limbs, sexual juices and the loud repeating of each of their names. The three women became an ouroboros of pleasure and by morning each had been changed explicitly.

Days went by at school without its top girl and it’s most reliable punching bag and there were whispers that Lilly had finally snapped and killed her tormentor. No one was prepared for the pair that walked in the following Monday.

Clad in tight black revealing latex with matching dyed red hair and a multitude of piercings and tattoos between them, mouths were on the floor as Lilith and Guinevere walked in clutching each other like the intimate couple they now were. They revelled in the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces and took pleasure in making out frequently with each other.

None were more shocked than Amanda and Brooke who managed to pull Guinevere away from Lilith to talk to her.

“Jennifer what’s gotten-” Amanda started to ask before Being cut off by Guinevere.

“Guinevere.” She simply said.

“What?” Amanda replied.

“My name. It’s Guinevere now.” The new goth said staring icily at her former besties.

“Snap out of it babe! This isn’t you! She’s done something to you! Didn’t you say a couple of weeks ago something about an amulet to make you lesbo or something?” Brooke asked desperate for an explanation.

Guinevere turned away from the two girls so she could roll her eyes. These two idiots were in need of a reeducation and she knew exactly where to send them.

“O. M. G. You guys, she’s brainwashed me or something. She… ugh… said something… ugh.. about the amulet being kept in the… ugh… mall. Some store called…. Uggggh… Eclipse… you have to help me!” Guinevere said clutching her head and giving the performance of a life time.

“We knew it! Don’t worry babe, we’ll save you! Come on Brooke!” Amanda said and the two girls rushed away. Once they were out of sight Guinevere lifted up her head and smiled sinisterly. Lilith rejoined her girlfriend.

“What did those two bitches want?” Lilith asked with a sneer.

“Oh just to save my soul. I sent them to Raven to start a little reprogramming. We’ll join her later and then they’ll see our way of things soon enough.” Guinevere smirked at Lilith who returned it with added lust in her face.

“Oh you evil little fucker, I love the way your mind thinks.” Lilith said wrapping her arms around Guinevere.

“You should, it’s the exact same way yours works too. Now how about we find a closet to fuck in and then we can go see how Raven is doing.” Guinevere said already pulling Lilith along.

“You read my mind you hot little minx.” Lilith said closing the door behind them.

The end

#f2f #corruption #magic #evil bitch #corrupted cheerleader #corrupted goth #cc2023 #gothification #somethingwicked

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