She knew he must be devastated by his father's death. He'd always been close to his dad, and she'd seen the pain in his eyes during the funeral. She needed to be there for him, to offer him comfort, to remind him that he wasn't alone.
She walked down the hallway to her parents' bedroom, her bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear the muffled sounds of her father's sobs coming from the bathroom.
Poor Dad, she thought, her heart aching for him.
She stepped into the room, her gaze sweeping over the familiar surroundings. Her mother's side of the bed was empty, the sheets thrown back in disarray. A wave of nausea washed over her as she remembered why.
Her eyes fell on her father's phone, lying on his nightstand. It was unlocked, the screen illuminated by a picture of a woman.
Sarah cautiously reached for the phone, her heart pounding in her chest. As her eyes focused on the image, a gasp escaped her lips. It was her. Sarah. Naked.
Her skin crawled with a mixture of violation and confusion. The photo was expertly crafted, her face clearly visible, her body posed in a way that screamed seduction.
She was draped across a chaise lounge, her limbs elongated, her breasts full and inviting, a single finger resting provocatively against her lips.
It was an image that oozed sexuality, confidence, a side of herself she'd never even explored, let alone shared with the world. But it wasn't real. It couldn't be. She had never posed for such a picture.
A wave of nausea washed over her as she realized the truth. It was a deepfake. Someone had taken her face, her likeness, and crafted this image, this... this... abomination.
Panic surged through her as she frantically pressed the back button, her finger trembling against the screen. She landed on her father's WhatsApp, the familiar green interface now a portal into a world of horrors.
Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the message her father had sent. It was a group chat, labeled "Old School Crew," a seemingly innocuous name that now dripped with a sickening perversion. And there, displayed for all to see, was the deepfake image of her, naked and exposed.
Her father's message, sent just hours ago, was a cruel boast: "Check out my girl! She's all grown up now ;) "
Sarah felt bile rising in her throat. Her own father, her hero, had shared this... this... violation of her image with his friends. As if she were some kind of prize, some object to be ogled and objectified.
Scrolling through the chat history, Sarah's blood ran cold. It was a cesspool of depravity, a digital testament to her father's twisted desires. There were more pictures, each one more disturbing than the last. Sarah in various states of undress, clad in lingerie, posing provocatively in her underwear, each image a violation of her privacy, a betrayal of her trust.
Some were deepfakes, her face expertly superimposed onto the bodies of models, porn stars, women she didn't know and couldn't imagine. Others seemed real, candid shots taken without her knowledge, perhaps in her bedroom, perhaps while she was changing, the realization sending a fresh wave of nausea through her.
She scrolled further, her heart pounding in her chest, her stomach churning with a mixture of disgust and fear. The chat history was filled with lewd comments, her father's friends ogling her body, making crude jokes, fantasizing about her in ways that made her skin crawl.
Her own father, her protector, had turned her into an object of their lust, a plaything for their sick amusement. Her hero had become her tormentor.
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SISSY & FAMILY - 1
FantasyHe thought he was living a normal life, a good son, a devoted brother. He was wrong. Deep inside him, a hidden desire simmered, a yearning for something more, something forbidden. And when he stumbles into the world of sissy submission, his life tak...
