The Secret Life of Valeria Storm

Another day done. Another boring, uneventful day in the life of the world's smartest girl, Valeria Storm.

An outsider would think that being the daughter of an Avenger, having degrees in computer programming, mechanical engineering, chemical engineering, and almost having completed a fourth Master's level degree in quantum physics would equal an exciting and eventful life, but no. Not for Val. She had long gotten use to the fact that her intelligence ostracized her from whatever group she was in and, if it wasn't that, it was her relative youth compared to the rest of her peers, Val having skipped multiple grades through her youth and starting her university career at thirteen.

She had no friends, no social group, no one to relate to. But she did have the internet, and while it may be cliché, but the internet was for one thing and one thing only.

Following her usual schedule, after dinner with her mom and finishing her schoolwork for the day (which never took more than a half hour, regardless of workload or assignment type), Valeria Storm would change into an old tee and a pair of sweats, sit before her computer, and stroke her pussy until well past midnight, alleviating the boredom of her existence and the pressures of being a genius.

Well, that was how this Valeria Storm handled her life. This Valeria Storm created and twisted by Wanda vis a vis Rob's desires. Not that Valeria was aware of that fact. Even when she got home and she found her cosmic radiation detectors going haywire and informing her there was a huge spike of cosmic energy in her family's apartment, Valeria was ignorant of her origins. Even her genius and experience with the strange and bizarre could not allow her to grasp the truth of this reality Rob had created.

But, when it came to her marathon jill-off session, Val had no time to think of cosmic radiation or reality alterations. This was her time to blow off steam and turn her brain to mush as she mainlined an endless cavalcade of porn. Her porn. Her specific tastes only being possible through the imagination and perversion of the myriad of artists that claimed the internet as their home. Mind control, corruption, transformations of all spades. Bimbos and slaves and maids and incestuous desires. There were artists, forums, and even entire websites devoted to the taboo fetishes she got off to, and they were always there for her, like old friends. Always there and welcoming, never judging.

Because Valeria could not imagine if anyone - absolutely anyone - found out about her habits. Girls like her - young and intelligent, their whole future ahead of them, destined to change the world for the better - weren't supposed to be chronic masturbators who spent four to five hours a night rubbing their clit, biting their lip, trying to fight off that orgasm for one second longer because every second spent rubbing, touching, and prodding meant it would feel a hundred times better when it came. And they especially did not do all that while fantasizing about being a hypnotized, mindless happy little **** doll in the thrall to some imperious, sneering master.

In the moment, though, she never had to worry about any of that. And Valeria was in the moment, in her moment, chatting to her favourite artist of them all - BullKingRob.

He was both artist and author and he did everything and anything that Val loved: mind control, sluttification, bimbofication, Stepfordization, dollification, gender bending, corruption, purification, anthro transformations, and more! Valeria discovered him one night a few weeks after her eighteenth birthday and went through his entire art archive in one feverish, marathon session. That night was still her record for total orgasms and she had never been able to tear herself away from her beloved, all-powerful BullKing. She chatted with him, got commissions off him, and RP'd and cybered with him. Anything to feed the fire in Valeria's nethers.

She had become even more obsessed with him recently, in fact, due to a spurt of output on his part, a spurt of art all centered around the Avengers. Valeria knew they were popular in the online space, in certain and explicit spaces, both worshipped as goddesses and decried as whores. BullKingRob struck somewhere in the middle, though even the tamest of his art involving Captain Marvel or Captain Carter or the Black Widow being in the throes of sexual bliss, whorish and sluttish in such a way public facing figures would never allow. And they always caused such strange stirrings in Valeria, strange flutterings in her chest as she saw the still likenesses of the Avengers, Earth's Mightiest Heroines, her mom's friends, people she knew... reduced to that state.

Such is the power of the pen and imagination.

[Brainstorm: Did you want to RP tonight?]

Val was actually in chat with BKR at the moment, right hand dancing across her keyboard, while her left hand pawed at the crotch of her sweatpants, eager to get in there and get things started. Wallowing in the fantasies others had created was nice, but sometimes, Valeria enjoyed the act of roleplay solely to create her own erotic fantasy.

[BullKingRob: Sure! what kind do you want to do]

Val breathed heavily through her nose, hesitating before she typed.

[Brainstorm: Be my daddy tonight, Master~ I've been a good girl, I need my daddy to reward me~]

Without a father or siblings, **** was largely a vague notion for Valeria (she made anything involving her mother her one rule while porn surfing, and even then, the temptation lingered), but like most of the internet, it didn't stop her from diving into it in the name of fantasy. What little she knew personally of BKR was that he was an older man, at least twice as old as Val, and he looked like he would be the perfect father figure for a ****, horny girl like her.

[BullKingRob: Heck yeah! I love it when you play the slutty daughter]

[Brainstorm: Playing? I'm not playing daddy. I'm your slutty daughter-****. You bred and raised me solely to please you~]

[BullKingRob: damn, bitch you know how to trurn me on. My dick's already at full mast!]

Valeria had never been romantically or sexually involved without a computer screen involved, yet she still felt a surge of pride whenever BKR talked about how turned on he was. How hard he was. How hot he was for her. She had never had another RP partner and had never considered it. BKR gave her everything she needed. Everything she wanted.

[BullKingRob: Hey, fun fact before we start. u know I got a few kids on the way myself?]

Valeria blinked in start. She had never considered much of her online friend's personal life. That he had a partner or partners and that they were expecting. She typed out a one-handed reply, gently rubbing herself with her other hand, warming herself up in small, light circled on the exterior of her pants.

[BullKingRob: Hey if theyre girls, maybe I should raise them to be like you. ****, slutty bimbos eager for my cock. ThAt'S wHaT yOu ArE, rIgHt VALERIA STORM!!! U R A dUmB bImBo CoCkWhOrE mAdE tO bE yOuR dAdDy'S **** ****!!!]

The way the message veered off in content shocked her, but what was more shocking, was that the text on screen suddenly changed from white text on a black screen to bleeding, jagged red text, almost engraved on the flesh of the internet, chaotic and bleeding. A bright, eye-catching scarlet that drew Valeria in, forcing her to look, making it so she could not turn away. The vile, lurid message burned itself into her eyes, her mind, and her heart. She was spooked, she was intrigued, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't insanely hot.

Shuddering, Val managed to shut her eyes and shake her head. When she opened them, the screen was normal again. The message was normal - apparently the comment about having kids was a joke; "Psyche!" he said - but the scarlet shadows of the letters still lingered on the screen, ghosts from another time that only Val could see.

"O-okay... maybe that's enough for me tonight..." Valeria said to herself, never once thinking she would admit to indulging in too much porn. She typed out an apologetic reply to cancel the RP.

The BullKing's response was instantaneous. Impossibly fast, as more jagged letters etched themselves onto her screen.

[BullKingRob: What's the matter, Valeria, don't you want to continue? Don't your want to indulge in your fantasies? I can make all your fantasies come true. I can make them a reality, Valeria Storm? BiMbo! SlUt! ****! MaId!" HaReM dAnCeR! FuCkDoLl! StEpFoRd WiFe!]

The intensity of the scarlet light erupted from the screen, bathing Valeria and her room in it, consuming everything before its glory. Wide-eyed and frightened, Val's great blue eyes were cast in red as she continued to stare at the screen. In the background, her cosmic radiation detector began to scream in protest once more. She ignored it.

"How do you know my name?" Valeria said aloud as she typed that same question.

[BullKingRob: Brainstorm? r u ok? I haven't said anything in the past thirty minutes]

Val's eyes crept over to the corner of her screen, to the PC's clock. She had been staring at the red letters for longer than that, truth be told. Time had slipped by her without her knowing.

She turned back to the scarlet screen.

[BullKingRob: I know because i am your MASTER your CREATOR your FATHER! I fucked your SLUT of a MOM and now am here to COLLECT. BOTH OF YOU! MINE! Don't look away again, VALERIA STORM. Gaze into my power and become mine!!!]

The chaotic words with their jagged light and furious emotion tumbled in Valeria's head. She was panting like a bitch in heat, furiously sweating as she felt her room turn into a sauna. Her thighs clenched together and she buckled at the stomach. When did her left hand find it's way into her pants? When did she become so sopping wet?

But even as her body trembled in terrified pleasure, Valeria did not look away.

"Don't look away... gaze into power... become... his....!!!" Valeria had played at being hypnotized before, she was used to hearing her voice low and breath, full of lust yet devoid of emotion. It came natural to a pervert like her. It still surprised her how easy it came to her this time. Her right hand left the keyboard. She wouldn't need it anymore. More words flared to life, beckoning her closer. Her nose was but an inch away from the computer's screen.

GOOD GIRL

Good Girls SERVE

Good Girls OBEY

Good Girls FUCK

Good Girls BREED

[BullKingRob: Be A gOoD gIrL bE mY gOoD gIrL]

[ScarletWitch: Be a good girl. Be HIS good girl]

"Good girl... his good girl..." Val mumbled in a blissful daze.

[BullKingRob: What I said was true! I have a hundred SLAVES knocked up and ready to whelp my CHILDREN! I have a HAREM of DAUGHTERS awaiting me and they're all going to grow up to be like YOU! SLUTTY and OBEDIENT! But you are the first. You're my daughter, VALERIA STORM, and I need you. Want you. Crave you! **** is best, but mind control **** is better yet!]

"**** is best, but mind control **** is better yet!" Val giggled along in a sing-song tone, amused by the rhyming phrase. Thrilled by how hot it made her. Happy by just how much sense it made.

Then, as the screen was filled with a violent flurry of the scarlet letters, exuding their mind-warping energies and turning Valeria on to her destiny, a crack began to form in her computer screen. A tiny fissure first appeared in the dead centre, and then it began to wide, glass shearing away, before things took an oddly fleshy turn. The edges of the crack became labia folds, as the yawning abyss between them became a perfectly pink pussy, glistening with lust and heat, begging Valeria to enter.

Her nose all but pressed to the screen, one whiff of that perfumed sex was enough to send her over the edge. Valeria dived in, shutting her eyes, burying her face inside the warm, wet interior. Sexual juices flooded her mouth and noise, as she whined and orgasmed from just that. It took her minutes of spasming and moaning before she got to work, lapping deeply within the interior of her PC's pussy.

Yet, even with her eyes shut and her face buried in the mysterious cunt, the red letters would not leave her. Scarlet truths burned themselves in her mind's eyes, etching her body and soul and changing her forever. The power and pleasure they gave off meant that Valeria could never quit them, becoming converted by the sinful gospel they proselytized without a hope in the word to resist. But when it felt this could, why would she want to resist?

Why would she not want to be a sex ****?

Why would she not want to be her father's ****? One of many, but beloved all the same.

Why would she not want to help him in his conquest? Enslave his mother? The Avengers? The whole world? Anything and everything he wanted, she would do for him...

Because daughters are there to make their daddy happy...

When Valeria finally opened her eyes, fingering herself to orgasm several times in the time it took her to bring the phantom pussy to release, she found her entire PC set-up replaced. No longer was she buried in the folds of the PC pussy, but she found herself within the sex, enveloped by the thighs of, and kneeling before the glory of Wanda Maximoff!

But her mother's old friend was greatly changed from this morning. In addition to radiating the mind-melting energies of a goddess, her stomach had swollen to an insane degree, rotund like a ripe melon ready to burst, so heavily pregnant she looked like she was about to give birth at any moment. Furthermore, her swollen nipples were leaking rivers of milk, running down the sinful curves of her body, twin rivulets that framed the swell of her great, pregnant belly. Valeria trembled before this heavenly beauty, this woman who could only be called goddess or mistress! Already on her knees, Val sank even lower before this divine person, awed by her beauty and power.

Wanda reached a hand down and caressed Val's cheek. Power thrummed, from Wanda's body into Val's. It was almost enough to make her orgasm again.

"A-ah~ M-mistress....!" Val groaned, Wanda's thumb running against her libs, delicately hanging on her lower lip as she spoke, dragging the young girl's mouth open even wider. Val's big blue eyes fell to the great belly before, not that she could ignore it. "Is that... is that my sister?"

"Sisters. I am carrying twins. And half-sisters, technically, but such distinction won't matter in our family, darling." Wanda replied, her deep, husky voice, richly accented, was like a velvet purr that reverberated through the air. Val flinched at the sheer sensual weight of it.

"Family... fuh-famileeee...." Val moaned again, her voice a drunken slur in comparison to the scarlet vision's smooth contralto. "Will daddy be here soon? My sloppy pussy begs to serve his cawk...!"

"What a loyal, sweet daughter you are, Valeria." Wanda smiled at the newly enslaved girl, newly awoken to her destiny and purpose. "But, unfortunately, I must string you along. Your father will be along, but only after a few tasks are done. Mainly, you must make your mother see the light. See her purpose. See the same truth you have."

Valeria was far from disappointed that her meeting with her father would have to wait. Instead, she was all too excited at the task given to her. The thought of her mother - still absolutely gorgeous in her forties; a true forbidden fruit that she had been so good to starve herself from sampling - becoming just like her, being reunited with her one-time lover, and being truly devoted to their Master, together, as one happy ****-family... it was enough to bring her over the edge once again!"

"Yes, Mistress Wanda... I hear and obey...!" How long had Valeria wanted to say those words and mean it, yet not be in control of herself to say or mean it! The hypnotic paradox was a high beyond all highs! Truly, she was meant to be a brainwashed, obedient **** ****!

Dawn broke over New York City, Valeria having been in Wanda's thrall the entire evening. As a new day came to the city, so did a new day dawn in the life of Valeria Storm.

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Fun fact! Counting Wonder Woman, but not counting any of the Pokemon girls, Valeria is officially the 100th **** girl of the harem! As I counted along on my personal doc, I was wondering who would claim that milestone and if it would be a meaningful milestone, but considering the twist surrounding her, I think Valeria is a perfectly fine milestone **** girl.