Accept Karla’s choice and slowly corrupt her
From Create Your Own Story
You return home, since there's no point in going to class anyway. Being home alone frees up time to figure out what to do with Karla. You intend to corrupt her, to show her the meaning of sin. First she will experience hedonism; you will take her to upper-class nightclubs and order everyone to treat her like a queen. You’ll order tall burly athletic guys to come after her like love fools. Kind of like in that Twilight book you’ve been hearing so much about. Where the nice-but-plain girl is courted by guys normally way out of her league. The treatment will go to her head and a new kind of Karla will appear. All the characters you’ll need can be filled by your cult’s members. All you need to do is tell them you intend to make Karla a sacrificial victim and the help will come running.
Then, when you've exposed her to the hedonistic culture, the true corruption will begin. With her trust firmly in the palm of your hand, she won’t resist when you introduce her to the darker sides of humanity. First she will find it pleasurable, but soon it will turn to pain, and when the two mix, your job will be over. Having gone over the plan in your head, all you can do is smirk.
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A little later your mother calls. Turns out she has to work overtime, society's whip once again telling her how to live her life. You have the house for yourself and can finally get to work on satisfying that heated arousal in your cunt that has been burning ever since you raped Karla in the girl’s toilets. At your cults headquarters, there are sex slaves that could satisfy your hunger. Just as you're about to get your coat and take the bus to the city's upper-class district where the cult headquarters lies, the doorbell rings.
A bit suspicious, you open the front door.
“ARE YOU SHARON ABRAHAMSON?” an absolutely pissed-off voice screams in your face. The pure intensity of her voice leaves you dumbstruck. She screams with her entire body, not just her lungs.
Standing by the front door, you ask in confusion, “Wha… what?”
“Sharon Abrahamson, that coward who bullied my daughter!”
On the inside, you smile. It’s one of the most satisfying smiles you’ve ever had. Karla has set her mother on you, but she didn’t have the courage to admit she was raped. This is… like a gift from the man down below. Karla’s mother is just as attractive as her daughter. She wears a loose-hanging yellow summer dress decorated with violet sunflowers. The dress ends by her knees and you find it very attractive, even provocative, in your aroused, cunt-dripping state. Her body reveals a tanned woman while her face reminds you much of her daughter. The same round face with a pair of exquisite soft lips. Her eyes are more outgoing while her hair has her daughter’s wavy brown form that hangs down to her naked shoulders. Just like her daughter, her breasts are inferior to yours, B-cups, but to make up for it she has an ass to die for. It’s big and heart shaped, just the right tone. You fantasize about how it looks beneath that loose dress of hers. It must be firm and inviting. Horny as hell, you wonder if she wears any panties. After all, wearing such a sensual dress when she has come here to scold you can only mean one thing in your mind: She’s as horny as you.
“Well! Are you Sharon Abrahamson?” she screams at you again while you’re too busy admiring her body to answer her question.
“First, whom am I addressing?” you ask coolly.
“Vicky… The name's Vicky.”
“Vicky…” you say as if tasting the name before answering her.
