Jade thinks to revolt

My sister Candy and her girlfriend Mickey had just finished recording yet another sordid "live" session of spankings, chokings and verbal **** from our dear old dad and stepmother for their bratty little website. I could hear the sick fucks coating the master bedroom, giggling as they always did after 'filming'. God I hated them, but that hatred was nothing compared to how much I loathed myself for continuing to refuse my body to free us from this hell.

But as I sat in bed staring at the ceiling, the adrenaline from our latest "performance" began to subside, replaced by a simmering rage at the way my life had turned out. 22 years old and reduced to being a human sideshow to feed my dad's and stepmom's cocaine habits. I knew Candy and Mickey felt the same way but were too afraid to speak up. But not tonight.

Enough was enough. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out the shapes of my sister's sleeping form on the futon next to my bed, and her girlfriend Mickey curled up on the floor. I slipped out of bed and padded over to them in my short silk robe, kneeling down to shake Candy awake.

"Hey, wake up," I whispered urgently, not wanting to rouse the adults. "We need to talk."

Candy stirred and opened bleary eyes. "Whassup, sis? It's late..." She turned to Mickey who was also starting to wake up.

"I know, but this is important," I said. "I'm so fuckin' sick of being these old fucks' cash cows, Candy. DYNO and Smurf get to live in THEIR mansion while WE're stuck here. Well, I'm done being their moneymaker."

Candy frowned, sitting up. "Jade, we can't just leave. Daddy and Smurf would... you know..."

"I know what they'd do," I cut her off, thinking of the house we'd had to leave behind in Illinois. The one daddy had "sold" to pay off his massive debts to his "business associates".

But I'd had an epiphany - what if WE could start our own adult site, one where WE were in charge? Daddy and Smurf would lose their meal ticket and be fucked. And if we played our cards right, we could buy a house of our very own...

"Look, I've got a plan," I said, taking a deep breath. "We can start our own live cam site. Just the three of us. We're the hot ones, Candy. The ones people tune in to see get degraded by those fuckstains. Without us, their site goes under. We can deny them access to our money and make WEALTHY women out of ourselves."

"Jade..." Candy said doubtfully. "Even if we could... Daddy and Smurf... they'd come after us. They need our money to keep the bank afloat..."

"Then we better not get caught," I said grimly, after years of repressed anger finally boiling over. "We can start by saving up our own money, from tips and shit. Enough to get set up in a place of our own. Once we're established WE can kick them to the fuckin' curb and make our own fortune. No more having to live by their fuckin' rules!"

To my surprise, Mickey spoke up from where she was sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Jade... it could work," she said quietly. "Candy and I could do Cosplay, you've got a great body for fitness routines... we could build a HUGE following and have Daddy and Smurf begging US for cash." A slow smile spread across her pretty face. "Fuck it, I'm in. Let's do this."

Candy looked at her girlfriend, then back at me. She bit her lip, then nodded. "Okay. Let's fucking bankroll ourselves and ditch these fucks. I'm so sick of being on a leash, Jade." She stood up and Mickey followed, Candy pulling her close.

"Okay then," I said, adrenaline already starting to pump through me at the thought of our escape. "First things first, we need new phones. Ones Daddy and Smurf can't hack. Then we'll start an OFFline bank account..."

And so, our plan was born. In the stifling darkness of that cramped bedroom, the three of us vowed to free ourselves from the shackles of our sick step-parents and start a new life funded by the only resource we had. Our bodies.

It wouldn't be easy. We'd have to move in secret, always looking over our shoulders. But as I looked at the grim determination on Candy and Mickey's faces, I knew we had the strength.

We were done being victims. It was time to take control and make those fucks pay in the nastiest way possible. By becoming THEIR bosses. And gods help anyone who tried to stop us.

The next morning I awoke with a start, my heart pounding. For a second I thought I'd just had a crazy dream. But as my eyes fell on Candy and Mickey still asleep, I knew it had been real. Our plan to finally take back the reins of our lives.

It wouldn't be easy. I knew that. But for the first time in years, I woke up excited for the future. This time, WE were going to be the ones in control