CorruptedLucia
@lucia9393.bsky.social
I have been a caring and kind person until I started getting corrupted by the lovely Evie Hyde's stories. When I read them I get more vain, selfish and evil. I have recently started writing my own stories, if you like evil TF stories, follow for more💋❤️
Feeling bored & wicked… what should I corrupt next? ✨
Eco activist → Ruthless corporate bitch?
Science nerd → Spoiled sorority queen?
Charity angel → Cruel mistress?
…or maybe one of you into something hot & nasty 😈💄
Got ideas? drop them in the comments 💋
Eco activist → Ruthless corporate bitch?
Science nerd → Spoiled sorority queen?
Charity angel → Cruel mistress?
…or maybe one of you into something hot & nasty 😈💄
Got ideas? drop them in the comments 💋
October 4, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Feeling bored & wicked… what should I corrupt next? ✨
Eco activist → Ruthless corporate bitch?
Science nerd → Spoiled sorority queen?
Charity angel → Cruel mistress?
…or maybe one of you into something hot & nasty 😈💄
Got ideas? drop them in the comments 💋
Eco activist → Ruthless corporate bitch?
Science nerd → Spoiled sorority queen?
Charity angel → Cruel mistress?
…or maybe one of you into something hot & nasty 😈💄
Got ideas? drop them in the comments 💋
(25) Sitting atop a throne in the sorority house, drenched in pink latex and smug delight, Queen Anabelle smirked down at her worshippers. “Bell is dead,” she announced coldly. “Bow before your queen, or suffer. Because weaklings serve, and bitches rule.”
September 2, 2025 at 7:21 PM
(25) Sitting atop a throne in the sorority house, drenched in pink latex and smug delight, Queen Anabelle smirked down at her worshippers. “Bell is dead,” she announced coldly. “Bow before your queen, or suffer. Because weaklings serve, and bitches rule.”
(24) She cornered her old friends, the ones she used to defend. “Kiss my boots if you want me to even look at you.” Their tears only made her laugh harder, manic and cruel.
September 2, 2025 at 7:20 PM
(24) She cornered her old friends, the ones she used to defend. “Kiss my boots if you want me to even look at you.” Their tears only made her laugh harder, manic and cruel.
(23) On campus the next day, she forced a professor to hold her books while she posed for photos. “Careful not to smudge my nails, loser,” she hissed as students laughed in awe and fear.
September 2, 2025 at 7:20 PM
(23) On campus the next day, she forced a professor to hold her books while she posed for photos. “Careful not to smudge my nails, loser,” she hissed as students laughed in awe and fear.
(22) Anabelle licked her lips, admiring her reflection. “Mmm. Perfection,” she purred. “I was wasting my life as a pathetic nerd. Now I’ll live like the perfect goddess I was meant to be.”
September 2, 2025 at 7:19 PM
(22) Anabelle licked her lips, admiring her reflection. “Mmm. Perfection,” she purred. “I was wasting my life as a pathetic nerd. Now I’ll live like the perfect goddess I was meant to be.”
(21) The sorority girls gasped, then bowed. For in their midst stood not Bell, but Queen Anabelle, their new leader, dripping with vanity and venom.
September 2, 2025 at 7:19 PM
(21) The sorority girls gasped, then bowed. For in their midst stood not Bell, but Queen Anabelle, their new leader, dripping with vanity and venom.
(20) She rose to her feet, taller, sexier, crueler. Pink thigh-high boots clicked on the polished floor. Her blue eyes glimmered with smug, bitchy delight.
September 2, 2025 at 7:18 PM
(20) She rose to her feet, taller, sexier, crueler. Pink thigh-high boots clicked on the polished floor. Her blue eyes glimmered with smug, bitchy delight.
(19) In that instant, Bell shattered. Her ponytail unraveled into perfect platinum waves, her glasses snapped from her face, and her baggy clothes dissolved into glossy pink latex that clung to every curve.
September 2, 2025 at 7:17 PM
(19) In that instant, Bell shattered. Her ponytail unraveled into perfect platinum waves, her glasses snapped from her face, and her baggy clothes dissolved into glossy pink latex that clung to every curve.
(18) The final mantra was whispered like a poison kiss:
”I am perfect. I am power. I am bitch.”
At first, Bell screamed “NO!” — but then, the words tore from her throat in manic ecstasy.
”I am perfect. I am power. I am bitch.”
At first, Bell screamed “NO!” — but then, the words tore from her throat in manic ecstasy.
September 2, 2025 at 7:16 PM
(18) The final mantra was whispered like a poison kiss:
”I am perfect. I am power. I am bitch.”
At first, Bell screamed “NO!” — but then, the words tore from her throat in manic ecstasy.
”I am perfect. I am power. I am bitch.”
At first, Bell screamed “NO!” — but then, the words tore from her throat in manic ecstasy.
(17) They stroked her hair, still messy, still brown. “Almost there, sweet little Bell. Stop pretending you want to be good. You crave this.”
September 2, 2025 at 7:16 PM
(17) They stroked her hair, still messy, still brown. “Almost there, sweet little Bell. Stop pretending you want to be good. You crave this.”
(16) She cried out, repeating it, louder each time. Pleasure rippled through her body with every syllable. Her tears turned to a trembling, guilty smile.
September 2, 2025 at 7:15 PM
(16) She cried out, repeating it, louder each time. Pleasure rippled through her body with every syllable. Her tears turned to a trembling, guilty smile.
(15) Another chant rose:
”Kindness is weakness, cruelty is queen.”
The words seeped into her bones. She fought to resist, but the rhythm was intoxicating, like a drug.
”Kindness is weakness, cruelty is queen.”
The words seeped into her bones. She fought to resist, but the rhythm was intoxicating, like a drug.
September 2, 2025 at 7:13 PM
(15) Another chant rose:
”Kindness is weakness, cruelty is queen.”
The words seeped into her bones. She fought to resist, but the rhythm was intoxicating, like a drug.
”Kindness is weakness, cruelty is queen.”
The words seeped into her bones. She fought to resist, but the rhythm was intoxicating, like a drug.
(14) Her lips betrayed her. She whispered it, just once: “Nice girls cry…” The sorority erupted in wicked laughter. Bell gasped, horrified at the rush of heat between her legs.
September 2, 2025 at 7:12 PM
(14) Her lips betrayed her. She whispered it, just once: “Nice girls cry…” The sorority erupted in wicked laughter. Bell gasped, horrified at the rush of heat between her legs.
(13) Hands pinned hers as they smeared glossy pink lipstick onto her lips, giggling. “See? You’re already prettier when you shut up.” Bell whimpered, but the sting made her shiver.
September 2, 2025 at 7:10 PM
(13) Hands pinned hers as they smeared glossy pink lipstick onto her lips, giggling. “See? You’re already prettier when you shut up.” Bell whimpered, but the sting made her shiver.
(12) Another mantra began, cruel and sharp:
”Nice girls cry, hot girls lie.”
The blondes chanted it like a wicked hymn, swaying in unison. Bell squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
”Nice girls cry, hot girls lie.”
The blondes chanted it like a wicked hymn, swaying in unison. Bell squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
September 2, 2025 at 7:09 PM
(12) Another mantra began, cruel and sharp:
”Nice girls cry, hot girls lie.”
The blondes chanted it like a wicked hymn, swaying in unison. Bell squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
”Nice girls cry, hot girls lie.”
The blondes chanted it like a wicked hymn, swaying in unison. Bell squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
(11) Bell shook her head violently, tears in her eyes. “I’ll never be like you. Never.” The girls laughed, circling tighter.
September 2, 2025 at 7:08 PM
(11) Bell shook her head violently, tears in her eyes. “I’ll never be like you. Never.” The girls laughed, circling tighter.
(10) One blonde crouched, gripping Bell’s chin. “Say it, sweetheart. It feels sooo good to be a bitch.” She pressed her perfect lips close to Bell’s ear and whispered the words again.
September 2, 2025 at 7:07 PM
(10) One blonde crouched, gripping Bell’s chin. “Say it, sweetheart. It feels sooo good to be a bitch.” She pressed her perfect lips close to Bell’s ear and whispered the words again.
(9) Bell clenched her fists. “I won’t say it.” But the chant grew louder, rhythmic, seductive. The air vibrated with power. Her body tingled against her will.
September 2, 2025 at 7:07 PM
(9) Bell clenched her fists. “I won’t say it.” But the chant grew louder, rhythmic, seductive. The air vibrated with power. Her body tingled against her will.
(8) Bell braced herself for humiliation or violence. Instead, the blondes began to chant softly, their voices dripping with venom:
”Weaklings serve, bitches rule.”
”Weaklings serve, bitches rule.”
September 2, 2025 at 7:06 PM
(8) Bell braced herself for humiliation or violence. Instead, the blondes began to chant softly, their voices dripping with venom:
”Weaklings serve, bitches rule.”
”Weaklings serve, bitches rule.”
(7) The room was perfumed and dimly lit, dripping with decadence. Bell was forced onto her knees on the polished floor, surrounded by cruel, laughing faces. “You’ve been such a good girl,” one smirked. “Time for a lesson.”
September 2, 2025 at 7:06 PM
(7) The room was perfumed and dimly lit, dripping with decadence. Bell was forced onto her knees on the polished floor, surrounded by cruel, laughing faces. “You’ve been such a good girl,” one smirked. “Time for a lesson.”
(6) Before Bell could respond, manicured hands grabbed her arms. The group dragged her through campus, ignoring her cries, pulling her into the sorority house. The heavy doors slammed shut behind her.
September 2, 2025 at 7:05 PM
(6) Before Bell could respond, manicured hands grabbed her arms. The group dragged her through campus, ignoring her cries, pulling her into the sorority house. The heavy doors slammed shut behind her.
(5) The mood shifted. Another blonde approached, eyes cold. “You think you’re untouchable, nerd?” she hissed. “You cost us our leader. Months of whining to the principal, and now she’s gone. You ruined us.”
September 2, 2025 at 7:05 PM
(5) The mood shifted. Another blonde approached, eyes cold. “You think you’re untouchable, nerd?” she hissed. “You cost us our leader. Months of whining to the principal, and now she’s gone. You ruined us.”
(4) But Bell stood her ground. “Pick on someone your own size.” She adjusted her glasses and put an arm around the trembling freshman. She would never let kindness falter.
September 2, 2025 at 7:04 PM
(4) But Bell stood her ground. “Pick on someone your own size.” She adjusted her glasses and put an arm around the trembling freshman. She would never let kindness falter.
(3) The blondes smirked. “Aw, here comes Mother Teresa again,” one sneered. “Why don’t you go back to saving puppies, loser?” Their laughter was cruel, echoing down the hall.
September 2, 2025 at 7:03 PM
(3) The blondes smirked. “Aw, here comes Mother Teresa again,” one sneered. “Why don’t you go back to saving puppies, loser?” Their laughter was cruel, echoing down the hall.
(2) Today was no different. When she spotted a pair of sorority blondes shoving a shy freshman into lockers, Bell stepped between them. “That’s enough,” she said, voice firm despite her shaking hands.
September 2, 2025 at 7:01 PM
(2) Today was no different. When she spotted a pair of sorority blondes shoving a shy freshman into lockers, Bell stepped between them. “That’s enough,” she said, voice firm despite her shaking hands.