TOTAL CORRUPTION 3 by Pika

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Pika

Feature Title: TOTAL CORRUPTION 3

Published: 21.03.2025

Story Codes: Dark Corruption, Transsexual, Bimbo-Tranformation, Young Ones, Gay, Domination

Characters:

• Mr Xavier Percival (65 years old pervert who controls Stepford and president of XP Corp enjoys corruption)
• Mr Bill Harper (45 years old, married, 2 kids, accountant. Moved to Stepford after being offered a job)
• Mrs Steph Harper (38 years old, married, 2 kids, housewife. Reluctant to move Stepford)
• Allison Harper (15 years old, was rebellious but is making new friends and conforming to Stepford)
• David Harper (11 years old curious and adventurous spirit)
• Coach Tyrone (33 years old Allison’s cheer coach has a big black cock)
• Nina (29 years old trans-bimbo whore and Bill’s manager at XP Corp)

Synopsis: Stepford is a suburban utopia of green pristine lawns, white picket fences, clean streets, good schools, safe neighborhoods. Mr Xavier Percival is the founder of Stepford a mysterious man. Stepford hold dark secret under its sterile veneer.

Total Corruption 3

CHAPTER THREE — TOTAL SUBMISSION

The following weeks in Stepford were a whirlwind of change for the Harper family. Bill threw himself into his work at XP Corp, coming home later and later each night, his eyes glossy with the thrill of his newfound place in the company hierarchy. Meanwhile, Steph felt a growing sense of unease, her once vibrant spirit now caged by the stifling perfection of their suburban prison. She watched as the town’s influence seeped into their children, molding them into the Stepford ideal.

Allison, the rebellious teen who had once scoffed at the very thought of conformity, had become a devoted member of Coach Tyrone’s cheer squad. Her once-sharp tongue had been replaced with sugary sweetness, and her sharp edges had been filed down to a blunt obedience that sent chills down Steph’s spine. It was as if her daughter had been sipping from a fountain of subservience, and the taste had become an addiction.

Allison had ditched the dark clothes for summer brightness, her skirts short, her tops tight and she was becoming more obedient. Unbeknownst to her parents, she had already lost her virginity to some of the older boys at school in the grade above. Had a make-out session with a few of her friends and even gave one of her friend’s older brothers a handy.

One night after cheer practice Kate told her to stay back she had a surprise for her. Allison waited around for thirty minutes before hearing soft moaning in the back of the changing rooms. She followed the sounds and saw Kate’s legs spread, poms-poms on the floor, as Coach Tyrone’s huge black cock pounded her pussy. Allison felt a strange sensation in her stomach and a warmth between her legs.

“Oh god, Coach! Fuck me harder, I’m going to cum,” Kate moaned and Allison felt a strange urge to join them.

Coach Tyrone looked over his shoulder and caught Allison staring with wide eyes.

“Come here slut.” Nearly three months of subconscious Stepford corruption had seeped deep into her psyche she did not even disobey but instead smiled.

“Yes Coach,” she cried.

Her legs wobbled in her tiny skirt as she approached the duo, her heart racing as the coach pulled out his massive cock still gleaming with Kate’s juices.

“You like what you see, don’t you, Allison?” He said with a smirk.

Allison nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never seen a man’s nakedness before, especially one that was so … large.

“Kneel,” he instructed.

Without hesitation, Allison did as she was told. She had become accustomed to the feeling of being controlled. And now, it was her turn to serve her coach, the man who had been grooming her since she joined the cheer squad.

Coach Tyrone’s hand wrapped around the back of her head, guiding her closer to his cock. She could feel the heat of it, smell the musk of his desire. She opened her mouth and took the tip between her lips, tentatively licking it as Kate watched with a hungry gaze.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, “Take it all in.”

Allison felt a thrill run through her as she obeyed, her cheeks hollowing out as she took more and more of him into her mouth. The taste was strange, but it filled her with a sense of purpose she had never felt before. She was the coach’s little slut, and she was going to make him feel good.

Kate watched with envy as the coach took her friend’s innocence, knowing that she had once been in the same position. But now, she had moved up the Stepford social ladder, and it was her turn to be the one in charge. She leaned over and whispered into Allison’s ear, her breath hot and heavy.

“You’re going to love this,” she said, her eyes gleaming with malice, “Just like I did.”

The coach’s hand tightened in Allison’s hair, pulling her back and forth with increasing speed. She gagged and choked, but Kate was there, encouraging her, telling her she was doing a good job. And in some twisted way, she was. The sensation of his cock filling her mouth, of being used and degraded, brought a rush of pleasure that she hadn’t known was possible.

And then, just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, he pulled away, leaving her panting and dizzy.

“Good job,” he said, patting her head like a pet, “Now, let’s get you ready for the real fun.”

Allison was led to a bench in the locker room, her schoolgirl outfit already in disarray from the impromptu blowjob. Coach Tyrone instructed her to lay down, her legs spread wide as he knelt between them. He pulled out a bottle of lube, a similar one Mr Percival had used on her brother, and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.

“You’re going to need this,” he said with a wink, as he began to spread her tender folds apart, “This might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but I promise, you’ll love it.”

Allison’s eyes squeezed shut as she felt the cold gel on her most sensitive parts. The coach’s fingers slid in easily, a testament to the conditioning she had received over the past few months. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her body already responding to the violation.

“Look at me,” he said firmly, and she did, her eyes meeting his.

They were filled with a hunger that she recognized, the same hunger that Mr Percival had for her brother.

“You’re going to be a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”

Allison nodded, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, Coach.”

With a sadistic smile, he leaned over and began to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he worked his fingers in and out of her. She felt her body betraying her, responding to his touch despite the fear and revulsion that churned in her stomach.

Kate hovered over them, her own transformation complete. Her body developed into a voluptuous, airheaded bimbo. Allison was unaware most of the girls already had their first round of boob jobs. Kate watched with glee as Coach Tyrone began to prepare Allison for the ultimate act of submission. The locker room, once a place of camaraderie and innocence, had become a stage for the dark rituals of Stepford’s elite.

Coach Tyrone’s fingers moved with a practiced ease, stretching and preparing the young girl for what was to come. Allison’s breath hitched as he slid a third finger into her, his thumb finding and teasing her clit. Despite the situation’s horror, her body responded with a treacherous arousal. Kate watched from the sidelines, her eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of knowing she had brought her friend to this moment.

“Please,” Allison whimpered, the word barely audible, ”I can’t …”

Coach Tyrone’s smile grew crueler.

“You can,” he said, his voice a low growl, “You will.”

The locker room’s cold, hard tiles felt like a stark contrast to the heat building within her. She felt Kate’s hand on her thigh, a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

“You’re going to love it,” Kate whispered, her voice a siren’s song of corruption, “You’re going to be the best little slut in the school.”

Allison’s eyes widened, and she knew that Kate was right. The thought of pleasing the coach, of being the best, filled her with a perverse excitement. She nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of humiliation and anticipation.

Coach Tyrone stood, his towering form casting a shadow over her. He unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free. It was massive, the size of which Allison had only ever seen in porn magazines. But this was no mere image on a page; this was real, and it was about to claim her.

“Look at me,” he repeated, and she did, her eyes locking onto his as he positioned himself at her entrance, “You’re going to take all of this, and you’re going to beg for more.”

He pushed into her, the pain white-hot and all-consuming. She screamed, the sound muffled by Kate’s hand over her mouth.

“Shh,” Kate cooed, her eyes never leaving the scene before her, ”You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”

Allison’s body tensed, her nails digging into the bench as Coach Tyrone began to move, his strokes long and deliberate. She could feel her innocence slipping away, replaced by a hunger she didn’t understand. She wanted this; she craved it. She wanted to be the coach’s slut.

With each thrust, the pain subsided, replaced by a building pressure that she knew was pleasure.

“Please,” she begged again, her voice a needy whine, ”More.”

The coach’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he picked up his pace. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Beg for it, you schoolgirl slut.”

And so she did, her voice growing louder, her body moving in time with his. She begged for his cock, for the feeling of fullness and powerlessness that it brought her. She begged to be used, to be claimed by the town’s most influential man.

The locker room was filled with the sounds of their encounter; the slap of flesh against flesh, the coach’s grunts of pleasure, and Allison’s keening cries. It was a symphony of degradation, one that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the school.

“Take it,” Kate whispered, her eyes sparkling with the dark thrill of watching her friend’s descent into the twisted world of Stepford, ”You’re going to love it, Allison. Just like I did.”

Allison’s mind was going blank. The pain had dulled to a constant throb, a reminder of the coach’s dominance over her, and the pleasure was a confusing maelstrom that she couldn’t quite grasp. Yet, she found herself moving with him, her hips rising to meet each thrust as if of their own accord.

The world outside the locker room faded away, leaving only the three of them and the act that would forever change her. Coach Tyrone’s hand slammed down onto the bench next to her head, the force making her eyes water.

“Look at me,” he barked, and she did, her eyes glazed with tears and lust.,”You’re going to be my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, the word a desperate plea for more, “I’ll do anything.”

He leaned in, his breath hot in her ear.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” she echoed, her voice a shiver of agreement.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with approval, ”Now, tell me, who do you want to fuck next?”

The question should have repulsed her, should have made her want to push him away, to run from the room and never look back. But instead, it sent a jolt of excitement through her.

“My teachers,” she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Coach Tyrone’s grin grew wider.

“Excellent choice,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction, ”You’ll get to know them all very well, I promise.”

With each thrust, the image grew clearer in her mind: the teachers at her school, the ones she had once respected, were now reduced to eager participants in her degradation. It was a dark and twisted fantasy, one that should have disgusted her, but instead, it made her pussy clench around him, her body begging for more.

“And what about the fathers of your friends?” he asked, his voice a seductive purr, ”Would you like to show them just how much of a good little slut you can be?”

Allison’s cheeks burned at the thought, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it brought.

“Yes, I want them to fuck my fifteen-year-old pussy as their wives watch” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “I’ll do it.”

He pulled out of her with a wet pop, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. “Good,” he said, his eyes gleaming.
“I expect you to keep that promise. You’re going to be my little secret weapon, turning this town upside down with your sweet little cunt.”

He stood, tucking his cock back into his pants with a casualness that made her stomach churn.

“Now, go home and think about what you’ve promised. And remember, if you tell anyone, if you so much as breathe a word of this, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

Allison nodded her throat tight with fear and excitement. She knew she would do it; she had to. It was the price of fitting in, of being accepted in this bizarre utopia.

As she pulled her clothes back on, Kate handed her a small bottle of perfume.

“Wear this,” she said, “It’ll help you remember your place.”

Allison took it, the bottle cold and smooth in her trembling hand. She didn’t question the order; she knew what it meant. The scent was intoxicating, a mix of vanilla and something darker, something that made her think of the coach’s cologne and the leather of his chair.

The walk to the car park was a blur for Allison, her legs feeling like they belonged to someone else, her mind reeling from the encounter with Coach Tyrone and Kate. The sun had set, and the cool evening air was a stark contrast to the sticky heat that clung to her skin, a testament to the sweat and bodily fluids that had been shared in the locker room. She knew she had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed, but the thrill of it all was too intense to ignore.

Her mom was waiting in the car when she got out of school, a worried look etched into her face that had become all too familiar to Allison. She knew her mother was concerned about her, especially after she had noticed the subtle changes in her behavior over the past few weeks. Allison had become more obedient, more … eager to please. She had started dressing in a way that made her mother uncomfortable, her skirts shorter, her tops tighter, and her makeup more pronounced. But Steph had been too afraid to confront her daughter, fearing that she might drive her further into the clutches of Stepford’s dark allure.

“How was your day, sweetie?” Steph asked, her voice forced brightness a stark contrast to the tension in her eyes.

“It was okay,” Allison replied, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt, “Just cheer practice.”

“How’s Coach Tyrone?”

“He’s … fine.”

Allison’s voice was tight, her thoughts racing back to the locker room and the feeling of his massive cock filling her up.

Steph’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t push the issue. She knew something was going on with her daughter, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Allison had always been a bit of a rebellious spirit, but this was different. It was as if the very essence of her daughter was slipping away, being replaced by something … less.

They drove home in silence, the only sound the hum of the engine and the swish of the windshield wipers. The rain had started to come down harder, a reflection of the storm brewing within the Harper family.

Back at the house, Allison retreated to her room, the sanctity of her thoughts protected by the four walls that had once been her fortress. But even here, she couldn’t escape the whispers of Stepford’s secrets. Her phone buzzed with a message from Kate, reminding her of her promise, of the path she had chosen.

Wear the perfume, slut. Don’t forget who you belong to now.

Allison shivered, the words sending a thrill down her spine. She had always loved the power dynamics of cheerleading, the way the older girls had controlled her and her friends. But this was different. This was real power, the kind that made her feel alive.

She opened the bottle, the scent of vanilla and something darker wafting through the air. It was the same scent that had filled the locker room, the scent of submission. She sprayed it on her wrists and neck, the cool mist settling into her skin like a second skin. It was a brand, a mark of her new identity.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE