TOTAL CORRUPTION 4 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 4

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)
• Bella and Becky (dominatrix twin trans-bimbos)

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 4

CHAPTER FOUR — BETRAYAL AND DESIRE

Bill could feel himself being split in two. The new thrills of submission to his trans-bimbo manager he had never felt so alive, and the moral anchor that was his wife’s nagging begging to leave Stepford and go back to California.

The following Monday, Bill found himself unable to concentrate at work. His mind kept wandering back to David what was he doing with Mr Percival and how he had not paid enough attention to Allison and how he had cheated on his wife with several trans-women and even few homosexual encounters.

As he sat at his desk guilt eating him up from inside, Bill’s thoughts swirled like a tornado of confusion and lust. He knew he needed to talk to Mr Percival about David, but every time he picked up the phone, his hand hovered over the dial, his heart racing. What would he say? Would the old man laugh in his face? Would he be fired? Or worse, would he be invited back for more of those twisted “mentoring” sessions?

The office was eerily quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the fluorescent lights above and the occasional clack of a keyboard. Nina, his manager, had called everyone into a meeting, leaving Bill alone with his thoughts and the overwhelming scent of her perfume that seemed to linger in the air like a seductive ghost. The memory of her lush curves and the way she had whispered sweet nothings into his ear during their last encounter made his cock stir in his pants. He had to get a grip.

Finally, with a deep breath, Bill stood up and made his way to Mr Percival’s office. The door was open, but the room was empty, the old man’s desk a cluttered mess of papers and half-empty coffee cups. He knocked anyway, the sound echoing through the large space.

“Mr. Percival,” he called out, his voice shaky.

There was no answer, so he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. A movement in the corner caught his attention, and he spun around to find the old man standing by the bookshelf, his back to Bill. He was flipping through the pages of a leather-bound book, his movements precise and deliberate.

“Bill you know you are meant to call me master when we are alone” Mr Percival with an eyebrow raised.

Bill felt a hot flush of embarrassment creep up his neck.

“I’m sorry, Mr Percival but I have been doing some thinking and I think it might be best if I move my family back to California.”

Mr Percival closed the book with a soft thud, the sound echoing through the cavernous office. He turned to face Bill, his expression unreadable.

“Back to California?” he repeated, his voice a silky purr, “Whatever for?”

Bill swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the floor.

“It’s … it’s just not what we expected,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “Steph … she’s not happy here. And I … I’m worried about the kids. Allison’s been acting strange, and David’s … well, I don’t even know what’s going on with him.”

Mr. Percival’s smile grew tight, his eyes cold.

“Ah, the ever-elusive pursuit of happiness,” he mused, walking around the desk to stand before Bill, “But tell me, Bill, what exactly is it that you think you’re missing in Stepford?”

Bill took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

“It’s not that we’re missing anything,” he said, his voice stronger now, “It’s just that … we don’t fit in. And with David … I don’t know what’s happening at those mentoring sessions, but I have a bad feeling.”

Mr Percival leaned forward, his hands steepled before him.

“Your son is in the best of hands,” he said, his voice a soothing balm to Bill’s frayed nerves, “I assure you, he is receiving the best education, both academic and … extracurricular.”

Bill’s eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, his suspicion growing.

Mr Percival’s smile washed away.

“Bill I am slightly surprised was it not only the other day you were deep inside fucking one of your colleagues. Let’s not get started on your affair with Nina who is only twenty-nine, and your manager. You’ve been enjoying the Stepford lifestyle, haven’t you? “

He stepped closer, his eyes searching Bill’s face for a sign of the man he knew was lurking beneath the surface.

Bill felt his cheeks burn with shame. He had indeed been indulging in the town’s darker offerings, the thrill of the illicit had become a drug he couldn’t resist. The trans-women he had met were all employees of XP Corp, and they had all had that same vacant look in their eyes, that same desperate need to please that had drawn him in like a moth to a flame. But it was the power he felt, the power to take and use them as he wished, that had kept him coming back for more.

“You don’t understand,” Bill stuttered, his eyes pleading, “It’s different with David. He’s just a kid.”

Mr Percival his expression was unreadable.

“What do you think I have been doing with your son, Bill? Why raise an objection now, when you have come so far — being a good company man, and a good upstanding example of Stepford.”

Bill felt his heart drop into his stomach like a stone. He knew what Mr Percival was implying, the dark whispers he had heard around the office, the rumors of the town’s twisted secrets. But he had never allowed himself to believe that they could be true, not about his son.

“Mr Percival I am sorry to say that I have come to a decision my mind is made up. I must move back to California.”

Mr Percival seemed almost shocked but kept his composure.

“Bill, my dear boy, you’ve been here for over three months now. Have you not seen the benefits of our little town?”

The words hung in the air, a noose around Bill’s neck, tightening with each passing second. Mr Percival’s expression was a careful blend of concern and amusement, his eyes gleaming with the kind of knowledge that only a puppeteer could possess when watching his marionette struggle with the strings.

Bill swallowed hard, his palms slick with sweat.

“Mr Percival, please, I just want to protect my family.”

Mr Percival’s smile grew colder.

“Your family,” he said, enunciating each word with a precision that sent a chill down Bill’s spine, “Is already well-managed. Except for your wife. She has been distracting you from your duties and holding you back from who you truly are to the town and the company.”

“Also, your wife continues to buff any approach from many of the generous citizens of Stepford have made. She won’t join the housewives association, the women’s book club, any of the ‘dinner’ clubs, or volunteer for soccer or school committees. She has been most …. stubborn. I have tried being nice, I have to keep things hidden and tidy in your street and school and places where she frequents not to raise her suspicion, so you can indulge in your desires.

“Bill it is quite an honor for another citizen of Stepford to …. pause their desires so you are free to explore, how ungrateful you are. Your wife has caused a lot of disruption to our town’s … activities. Rightly some of your neighbors and broader community patience is starting to run out. I can not comprise community harmony forever,” Mr Percival said his words laced with poison.

Bill felt a surge of anger and fear, his thoughts racing.

“What are you saying?”

Mr Percival sat down and leaned back in his chair, steeping his fingers.

“I’m saying that your family’s future in Stepford is … contingent upon your full cooperation and participation in our little community,” he said, his voice as smooth as the leather that upholstered his chair, “And if you wish to leave, well …” he shrugged, his smile never wavering, “No one has ever left Stepford.”

“Are you threatening me, Xavier?” Bill said.

Mr Percival slammed his hand on the desk, “Only my mother and dearly departed wife called me that!”

Mr Percival lost his composure for a moment before regaining it with a slow smile.

“Threatening? No, Bill, I’m merely pointing out the reality of our situation,” Mr Percival said, his voice as smooth as silk sliding over the sharpened glass, “Stepford is not just a town — it’s a way of life — a way of life that requires commitment from everyone, including your dear wife!

“I am left perplexed Bill. Until very recently something you were happily participating in. Granted you haven’t seen everything Stepford has to offer, but the dressing window I have allowed you to play in … I am suddenly curious to know where this crisis of consciousness has magically appeared.

“Was it not only a week or two ago, your wife was on the phone with you, as Nina and a couple of colleagues fucked you? Was it not you who called your wife ‘a bitch’ multiple times in mid-session. You see, Bill, I don’t blame you but the outside world’s programming is strong. You are weak. I see now. Alas, as I have with others, I will have to play a more assertive role in your time with us here,” Mr Percival sighed.

Bill’s mind reeled with the accusations and the horror of his actions. It was true, he had indulged in the town’s twisted delights, but he had never meant for it to go this far.

“Mr Percival, please I will go quietly. I won’t tell anyone about what goes on here. Just let my family and I leave in peace,” Bill pleaded.

“Bill, if you try and leave — trust me — you won’t be telling anyone. You’re not first. And I am sure you won’t be the last. I have had this conversation with … ” Mr Percival said as his tone turned darker.

Bill felt the blood drain from his face as Mr Percival leaned in closer, his breath hot against Bill’s ear.

“But, I see you need a reminder and a little nudge in the right direction.”

“What do you mean?” Bill asked, his voice trembling.

Mr Percival stood up, his movements fluid and predatory.

“Stepford is a place of growth, of change,” he said, walking over to the window and gazing out at the rain, “A dream. A promise. Years of work. Bribing law enforcement. Corrupting judges and politicians. Why do you think no one comes round here or bothers us? As I told you before, Bill, utopias are only built with sacrifice. Sometimes the outside influence is like cancer. Those fake morals and ethics are just too strong in some to be … well … turned. Sometimes people have accidents or disappear. Sometimes you have an eager wife, husband or child. Some combination or component can be saved but the arm or leg that is infected must be amputated. This is sometimes the only answer.”

Bill went white with the horror of the reality of Mr Percival’s words.

“Modern families can be created, sometimes mixing and matching a couple from here with someone’s child can be better raised by someone else etc etc. Bill look how happy everyone is would you risk all of this for your wife’s selfish attitude?”

Bill felt sick to his stomach as Mr Percival’s words sank in. He knew that the man was not joking, that the town of Stepford was built on a foundation of manipulation, seduction, temptation, corruption, fear and literal blood and bone. He had been a willing participant in the corruption, but now that it threatened his family, he was faced with a choice he never thought he would have to make.

“Now, Bill,” Mr Percival continued, his voice soothing despite the horror of his words, “Let’s not be hasty. I have a proposal for you. I think it’s time you experienced the full extent of what Stepford has to offer. Perhaps then, you’ll understand why we do what we do, why we need to maintain our … purity.”

With that, Mr Percival reached for his intercom and pressed a button.

“Macey my dear, could you send in the twins? I have a little demonstration for our friend here.”

Bill’s heart raced as he heard footsteps approaching from outside the office. The door opened, and in walked two towering figures, their bodies sculpted to perfection, their eyes glazed over with the same vacant stare he had seen in the eyes of the other Stepford residents.

“Meet Becky and Bella,” Mr Percival said, gesturing to the two trans-bimbo figures with a flourish, “When Becky and Bella came to me a few years ago they were locked in loveless marriages with ungrateful kids, sadly one of the wives and one of their daughters were not keen on what we had to offer here. But Becky and Bella now they’re quite the popular addition to our little community.”

The twins, dressed in tight black dominatrix leather, sailed into the room with a grace that belied their size. Their bodies, a grotesque parody of feminine perfection, were rippling with muscles and augmented breasts that seemed to defy gravity. They moved in perfect unison, their stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor like the ticking of a clock counting down to Bill’s doom.

“Becky, can you still remember Sally’s face when she walked in on you after your transformation?” Mr Percival and Becky chuckled.

Bill’s eyes widened in horror as he recognized the two figures from the office gossip. Becky and Bella, the twins that had once been burly men before the town’s transformation program had worked its dark ways on them. They were the embodiment of everything he feared about Stepford, the ultimate proof of Mr Percival’s power to bend reality to his will.

“Now, Bill,” Mr Percival said, his voice dripping with anticipation, “We need to first see if we can rid your wife’s cancer from your mind and then we can talk about your future here.”

The twins, Becky and Bella, stepped closer, their hips swaying in a synchronized motion that was both mesmerizing and unsettling. Each wore a collar studded with diamonds, a clear symbol of their subservience to Mr. Percival. Bill felt his body respond involuntarily, his mind torn between the horror of what he knew they were and the allure of their new forms.

“You see, Bill,” Mr. Percival began, “We have ways of dealing with those who don’t fit in here. Your son, David and daughter Allison, have already shown remarkable potential. They’re embracing the Stepford way with open arms. But your dear wife … now you … been a bit more … resistant.”

The twins circled Bill, their long, painted nails trailing across his shoulders and chest, leaving a trail of cold fire in their wake.

“And we can’t have that, can we?” Becky cooed, her voice a mockery of sweetness.

Bill swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting to their touch.

“What do you mean?” he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr Percival’s smile grew wider.

“Why, we simply show you and the error of your ways,” he said, his eyes gleaming with malice, “And you, I am not so worried about — but if she can’t be taught — well, maybe she meets tragic end? But first apologize for not calling me, Master!”

The twins giggled in unison, their eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of what was to come.

Before Bill could say a word, a collar was attached to his neck and was forced to the ground. Before he knew it ropes were tied around his hands and feet, securing him to the floor. His heart pounded like a drum as Becky and Bella loomed over him, their augmented forms casting long shadows across the cold marble.

Mr Percival circled Bill like a hawk, his eyes gleaming with a sick excitement.

“You see, Bill, the beauty of Stepford we believe in second chances,” he said, his voice a hypnotic purr, “A chance to shed the old, imperfect skin and embrace the new, the improved.”

Becky knelt beside Bill, her hand tracing the line of his jaw with a feather-light touch that seemed at odds with her towering frame.

“You’re going to learn to love it here,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine, “You’re going to learn to love us.”

Bella, on the other hand, took a more direct approach, straddling Bill’s chest and pinning his arms with her powerful thighs.

“You’re going to submit, little boy,” she growled, her voice a harsh contrast to Becky’s sweetness, “You’re going to apologize for your disobedience.”

Bill’s mind reeled, trying to comprehend the twisted logic of the situation. He knew that Mr. Percival had him trapped, that there was no way out without playing along with the madness. He swallowed his pride and nodded, his eyes never leaving the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry for my disobedience, Master,” Bill shouted.

The twins exchanged a knowing look, their eyes sparkling with malicious glee. Becky reached down and unzipped Bill’s pants, her hand wrapping around his cock with a firm grip that belied her delicate fingers.

“Is that all?” she cooed, stroking him slowly, “You know you want more, don’t you?”

Bill’s body responded despite his fear, his cock growing hard in her hand. He bit back a moan as she began to pump him in time with the rhythm of Bella’s thighs pressing down on his chest. The twins’ scent filled the room, a heady mix of vanilla and leather that seemed to cloud his thoughts, making it difficult to think straight.

Mr Percival leaned back against his desk.

“You see, Bill, once you’ve tasted the sweet nectar of Stepford, there’s no going back.”

Becky leaned in and kissed Bill’s cheek, her tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth. Bella leaned down and bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, her teeth grazing his skin. The pain was sharp and sudden, pulling him back to reality.

“You will submit,” she said, her voice a low growl, “You will embrace the new you, or you will be discarded.”

The twins continued their assault, Becky’s soft kisses and caresses contrasting with Bella’s rough treatment. Bill felt himself being torn apart, his body responding to the pleasure while his mind screamed in protest. The fear for his family’s safety was a constant drumbeat in his thoughts, the only thing keeping him from fighting back against the two monstrous figures that loomed over him.

As Becky worked him closer to climax, Bella leaned in, her breath hot and sour.

“You’re going to love this,” she murmured, her hand reaching down to cup his balls, “You’re going to beg for it.”

Bill closed his eyes, trying to block out the sight of the twins’ leering faces. He focused instead on the pain in his chest, the ache of his bound limbs, and the coldness of the marble floor beneath him. It was all he could do to keep from crying out as Becky’s hand quickened its pace.

Bill was forced on all fours as twins exposed their twelve-inch trans-bimbo cocks. The twins had a look of excitement in their eyes as they positioned themselves, Becky took his mouth and Bella his ass, the coldness of the marble floor was a stark contrast to the warmth of Becky’s tongue as it danced with his. Bill felt a tear roll down his cheek as Bella pushed herself inside him, his body was not prepared for the sheer size of her cock was bigger than Nina’s. The pain was unbearable, but he knew that the only way to survive was to endure.

Mr Percival watched on, stroking his cock, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as Bill’s muffled cries filled the room.

“You see, Bill,” he said, his voice a low rumble of pleasure, “Stepford isn’t just about keeping up appearances. It’s about embracing the true nature of human desire, of power and submission.”

Becky’s gentle strokes grew more forceful as she took control of Bill’s mouth, her cock sliding in and out with a rhythm that seemed to echo Bella’s thrusts. The twins moved in perfect unison, their bodies a macabre dance of dominance and submission. Bill felt himself being torn apart, his mind a whirlwind of fear and disgust, his body a vessel for their perverted desires.

Becky gets out a whip and starts to spank Bill’s ass with it, each strikes a punctuation to her moans.

“Learn your place little piggy pain slut,” Becky says with a smile, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Bill’s body jolts with each hit, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a confusing cocktail that he had never before experienced.

Bella starts to pick up the pace, her cock plunging deeper and deeper into him, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the library.

“You’re going to love it here,” she whispers, her breath hot against his ear, “You’re going to love serving us.”

Bill feels a warmth spread through him, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. He tries to pull away, but the ropes bite into his wrists and ankles, holding him in place like a ragdoll to be used at their whims. The twins laugh, their voices a symphony of perversion that sends chills down his spine.

“Look how much he’s enjoying it,” Becky giggles, her hand playing with Bill’s hair as if he’s a pet.

They put a ball gag on over Bill’s mouth, his muffled protests turning into moans of pleasure and pain.

Mr Percival leans back in his chair, stroking his cock with one hand and sipping a brandy with the other.

“You see, Bill, this is the essence of Stepford,” he says, his eyes never leaving the twins’ rhythmic movements, “Where every desire, no matter how depraved, is catered to.”

The twins continue their relentless assault, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their cocks plunging into Bill’s mouth and ass like pistons in a well-oiled machine. The pain is a symphony in his body, a crescendo of agony that he can’t ignore. Yet, there’s something else there, something dark and seductive that whispers to him, telling him that he wants this, that he needs this.

The leather of Becky’s glove leaves red marks on his ass as she spanks him, her strokes growing faster and harder. Bella’s grip on his hair tightens, her hips thrusting faster as she feels her climax approaching. Bill’s eyes are wide with a mix of terror and arousal, his body betraying him as he gets closer and closer to his release.

Mr. Percival stands up, his pants pooling around his ankles. He steps closer to the trio, his cock standing tall and proud.

“You see, Bill,” he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to resonate through the very air, “This is what true power is. The ability to bend others to your will, to show them what it means to truly belong.”

Bella withdraws from Bill’s ass, her cock glistening with sweat and lube. She straddles his face, her cock pressing against his gagged mouth. Becky takes out the gag briefly and takes this opportunity to push herself deeper into Bill’s throat, her moans growing louder as she feels herself approaching the edge.

The room is a cacophony of sounds: the wet smack of flesh against flesh, the moans of Bill, the leather of the whip cutting through the air. The office is a playground for the twisted desires of Mr Percival and his creations.

Mr Percival steps closer, his cock now only inches from Bill’s face.

“You want this,” he says, his voice a command that echoes through Bill’s mind, “You want to belong, to be a part of something greater than yourself. I know you do but I need you to know it deep in yourself Bill, you’re beta-bitch.”

“But alas, Mr Harper, it is lunch time and I must take my leave think you should watch this movie I made,” Mr Percival announced as he left the room with a smirk, the door clicking shut behind him leaving Bill alone with the two trans-bimbo twins.

Becky and Bella released Bill from the floor, his knees buckling slightly as he was helped into a chair. With a flick of Becky’s wrists, the ropes fell away and she took a seat beside him, her hand resting gently on his thigh. Bella walked over to a hidden panel on the wall and with a click, a large projection screen descended from the ceiling. The room dimmed, and the sound of a projector whirring to life filled the space.

The screen flickered and came to life, displaying the image of David, dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform, sitting on Mr Percival’s lap. The sight of his son in such a compromising position was like a dagger in Bill’s heart, twisting with every frame that played out before his eyes. David looked up at the camera with a look of innocence that had been so thoroughly corrupted, it was almost unrecognizable. His eyes were glazed over, a far cry from the curiosity and spirit that had once burned so brightly within him.

Becky and Bella sat on either side of Bill, their hands roaming over his body as if he were a piece of meat on display. They whispered sweet nothings into his ears, their voices a cacophony of seductive whispers that only served to heighten the horror unfolding before him.

The film begins with David, dressed in the same schoolgirl outfit, sitting on Mr Percival’s knee. His legs draped over the old man’s thighs. Mr Percival’s hands were everywhere, groping and squeezing, eliciting giggles from David that seemed forced and unnatural. Bill’s stomach churned as he watched, his body tensing with every touch, his mind screaming for it to stop.

The scene progressed, the camera panning down to reveal David’s erection, straining against the fabric of his skirt. Bill felt his cock stir, the vibrator in his ass reminding him of his powerlessness. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, even as he desperately wanted to.

Mr Percival leaned in, his lips brushing against David’s ear.

“You’re going to love this,” he whispered, his voice a sinister echo of Becky and Bella’s earlier promise.

David nodded, his expression a mix of fear and excitement. Bill felt his heart break a little more with every passing second.

The old man’s hand slid up David’s thigh, his fingers deftly moving beneath the fabric to stroke the young boy’s cock. David’s giggles grew louder, his body squirming with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Becky and Bella leaned in closer, their breath hot against Bill’s skin, as if watching the perverse display was a shared intimacy that bound them all together.

“Look how much he loves it,” Becky cooed, her hand sliding down to cup Bill’s chin, forcing his gaze to remain on the screen.

Billa’s fingers found Bill’s cock, which was now fully erect despite the revulsion he felt. She began to stroke him in time with the rhythm of Mr. Percival’s hand on David’s crotch. The sensation was maddening, a dark dance of pleasure and pain that he couldn’t escape.

On the screen, the scene changed with David elevated from the floor tied to Chandler wearing a tight leather outfit as Mr Percival fucked him burning candle wax over him.

“Good girl, Pika … tell me who do you prefer me or your useless father and mother who have been holding you back,” Mr Percival said with a twisted smile as he thrust his cock into the boy’s tight ass.

David’s eyes widened in pain and pleasure as the hot wax dripped down his back.

“You, Master. I prefer you.”

“Hail Satan, Master!” the twins’ hands moved in unison, “Hail Satan” they repeated their strokes growing faster as the scene unfolded on the screen.

Bill felt his body responding, his cock pulsing in Becky’s hand despite the horror playing out before him. His mind was a battlefield, torn between the love for his son and the dark arousal that Mr Percival’s twisted world had brought to the surface.

The film continued, each scene more depraved than the last. David, once a shy and curious boy, had been transformed into a sexual plaything, eagerly serving the twisted desires of Mr Percival and the town’s elite. The other children of Stepford watched on, their eyes gleaming with envy and admiration, their transformations already underway.

Bill watched as his son was passed around the room, each adult taking their turn with him, his cries of pain and pleasure indistinguishable from one another. It was a carnival of debauchery, a macabre dance that celebrated the corruption of innocence. The townspeople clapped and cheered, their faces a twisted masquerade of lust and greed.

The vibrator in Bill’s ass grew more insistent, the buzzing a constant reminder of his submission. He couldn’t help but feel a perverse sense of pride as David took it all in stride, his body bending and contorting to meet the demands of his new life. The boy had always been so resilient, so adaptable, and now he was being molded into the perfect Stepford citizen.

The film stopped, next was a scene of his daughter of what looked like Coach Tyrone and another cheerleader no older than sixteen.

The scene on camera unfolded Both Allison and the older girl moaning like porn stars inside a school classroom, the sound of flesh slapping and leather smacking against skin echoed.

“Breed my tight white schoolgirl pussy, black cock is much more superior than all those pathetic cuck dads I fucked over the last week.” Allison sneered, her voice filled with a mix of hatred and lust.

Coach Tyrone’s thick, black cock plunged into her, the stark contrast of their skin tones adding a layer of taboo to the already twisted scenario.

Bill’s eyes were glued to the screen, unable to look away from the depravity that his daughter had been drawn into. The film was a twisted tapestry of Stepford’s darkest secrets, each thread woven with the corruption of innocence that Mr Percival so eagerly cultivated. The sight of Allison, once his rebellious but loving daughter, now transformed into a submissive plaything for the town’s perverted elite was more than he could bear.

The camera panned out, revealing the other teachers men and women in the room, their eyes glazed over with a hunger that went beyond the norm. They watched with a mix of envy and admiration, their bodies swaying in time with the rhythm of Coach Tyrone’s thrusts. The scene was a tableau of debauchery, a snapshot of the town’s twisted values.

Bill’s body responded despite his horror, his cock throbbing in Becky’s hand. The vibrator in his ass continued its relentless assault, the buzzing a constant reminder of his descent into Mr Percival’s world. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, his mind a tumult of emotions that he couldn’t begin to sort out.

“You see, Bill,” Becky whispered, her breath hot against his ear, “This is what true belonging is. To be a part of something so much greater than yourself. To serve those who know what you truly are.”

Bella’s strokes grew more insistent, her grip tightening as the scene on the screen grew more intense. Coach Tyrone’s cock grew larger, his grunts of pleasure louder, as he claimed the young girl before him. The other teachers in the room watched with rapt attention, their own hands roaming over their bodies in a display of precocious lust.

The camera panned to Allison’s face covered in cum.

“Oh, you want me to say a message to the camera?” Allison’s voice said curiously, “Hey, Daddy, if your watching I love big black cock, hmm — I think you should know that I have fucked more than one hundred dads in our neighborhood. Fucked all my teachers, male and female.” Allison said casually and winked at the camera.

“Oh yeah, I had sex with Mr Jenkins, the neighbor. Mom told me to stay away as he’s such a perv for a seventy-year-old. Mrs Jenkins enjoyed it too, hehe. Let’s see, umm, I hope Mommy can be convinced to stay. If not, it would suck, not to have a mom but — oh well. Also, they showed me photos of you, taking shemale cock, at your work. Impressive, Dad, hope I can take cock that big one day. Anyway, bye beta-bitch-daddy, enjoy getting raped!” she laughed in a high-pitched upbeat tone.

Bella leaned in closer, her breath hot in Bill’s ear.

“You see, your children’s transformation is almost complete,” she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss, “And soon, it will be your turn.”

Becky’s hand grew more forceful, her grip tightening around his cock.

“You’re going to love it,” she murmured, her voice a sweet echo of Mr Percival’s earlier words, “You’re going to crave the attention, the submission!”

The room grew hazy as Bill’s orgasm approached, the line between love and hate, pain and pleasure, blurring beyond recognition. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the images, but they were burned into his mind’s eye, a testament to the power of Mr Percival’s corruption.

The film ended with David, naked and exhausted, collapsed in a heap on the floor, by Mr Percival’s leather chair. Mr Percival said to David, “So tell me slut what is your name?” Bill watching the screen felt aroused and sick at the same time, “I am Pika … my Master!”

Hearing his son call, Mr Percival, Master was too much for Bill and he screamed in frustration his mind breaking and cumming at the same time.

Becky called Mr Percival.

“It’s done.”

A loud chuckle on the other side.

“Good. Keep him tied up overnight. Put hypnotic-sissy headphones on him. I will see him in the morning.”

“Yes, Master,” said Becky — Click.

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR