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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, April 22, 2019

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story_codes: g(8), subliminal influence, masturbation

story_intro: After school, little Casey likes to play a learning game on a computer at the public library. But one day, strange things start happening in the game; subtle things that eventually have her touching herself in a place she's not supposed to.


story_language: English








Corrupting Casey, part 1

Written by madvlad


	Nothing was guaranteed, but perhaps this project would bear fruit. Not all of them did, but considering the upside of any success, the failures were tolerable.

	By appearances, a tall blonde man and a shorter Japanese woman were nothing alike. But Liam and Akane were an excellent team; sharing compatible technical skills and an interest in underage girls. Their preferred method of attracting prey was through subliminal messaging in hacked computers. This took patience as well a skill but the payoff in sex and money was tremendous.

	Their latest venture involved updating the computer network for a city's library system. This included internet access and of course they were very careful about putting in proper filters so that unseemly material couldn't be viewed accidentally or intentionally. 

	In the course of their work, they were given access to utility areas in the main library and several branches. When the project was complete, they dutifully returned their keys and access cards - after having made copies. Not every location was suitable but they had hideouts located among the infrequently-used storage areas in the basements of two branches as well as the main library in the event their plan moved forward.

	While running Ethernet cables, they had also installed wireless surveillance in addition to being able to tap into any computer. At their suggestion, they had been allowed to install several remote computer carrels around the libraries to free up central areas in these buildings for other uses. 

	Today, they had been considering when to set up shop in the dusty basement of the old, main library. While they had a few nibbles in the weeks since the legitimate project was complete, they were becoming confident that they had landed the perfect little fish. For now, though, they remained in their apartment as they monitored and recorded the activities of an unassuming and very much unaware eight year-old.

	More than one observer wondered if the large backpack on the slight frame of the little girl would cause her to fall backward. On this day, a cold, stiff wind complicated her balance, whipping her brown hair about as she leaned forward to make her way into the library. Once inside, she sighed with relief. The warmth, though, caused the cold lenses of her glasses to fog. After wiping them off, she made her way past the front desk.

	One of the librarians smiled and nodded at Casey as she passed. Rare was the day when the girl didn't come here directly from school with her over-sized bag strapped to her back. The woman had speculated on her home life as the girl often didn't leave until six or seven. But Casey never caused trouble and never seemed to be in any distress, so the librarian focused on other matters that needed her attention.

	Threading her way through the maze of shelves on the first floor, Casey was pleased to see her usual carrel unoccupied. It was against a wall near a corner that contained nothing else but a fire extinguisher and a locked door that led downstairs. Once, she had asked a librarian what was down there and got a disinterested shrug.

	"We keep seasonal decorations and some supplies in the area that would be directly under our main desk," the librarian explained. "I've been here for twelve years and I've never gone any further than that in the basement. I suppose its's mostly old outdated things like encyclopedias or books that are no longer politically correct - that sort of thing. It's nothing much but molding paper and dust."

	But Casey thought it would be a grand adventure to explore the place if she was ever allowed. Perhaps there were secret maps and scrolls containing clues to...to something exciting and magical. Her own life, in comparison, was rather dull. For reasons she didn't completely understand, she lived with her Aunt Cindy since she was four. Cindy was never mean to her but never wanted any kids and didn't know how to raise them. 

	Since Aunt Cindy preferred to spend her evenings out, she had started leaving her niece alone in the evenings. Quiet and bright, the girl was no bother and preferred the company of her books, anyway. With this mutual accord, both aunt and niece got along decently enough.

	Settling in her carrel, Casey quickly got to her third grade homework. Although her birthday was in October, Aunt Cindy had made the case to the school district when Casey came to live with her that her niece was smart enough to start kindergarten before she turned five. Casey tested well enough to do that and she was proud that her aunt thought so highly of her.

	More recently, Casey wondered if her aunt had done that so that she wouldn't have to hire a sitter for Casey back then. It didn't matter as Casey enjoyed her schoolwork. In less than a half hour, her daily reading assignment was finished and her math problems were correctly solved in carefully penciled block numbers.

	With her books put away, Casey took a pair of dollar store earbuds from a side pocket of her backpack and plugged them into the computer station. Then she got onto the site she sought and entered the magical realm of Tanuria.

	It was actually a learning game where online adventurers had to use math and science to solve mysteries and riddles so they could advance. The educational aspects were why the site remained unblocked by the library. Beautifully rendered, it was also a perfect place for someone like Casey to spend a dreary winter afternoon.

	Like most regular users, Casey had an account provided by her school which tried anything to get kids interested in anything online besides chat rooms and zombie hunts. When she logged in, her character was ready and waiting from when Casey logged off the day before. 

	Casey's digital alter ego shared her name and, by virtue of the character creator program, also had her same eye and hair coloring. But digital Casey had her hair braided (something Casey attempted on herself with mixed results - and her aunt never tried) and was also able to leap and run with great agility. In the real world, the flesh-and-blood Casey found gym class to be an exercise in humiliation.

	As her adventure resumed, Casey had no idea that beyond the monsters and evil witches and sorcerers inside Tanuria lurked two determined adults who had seamlessly added their own controls and artwork to the realm along with some different kinds of spells.

	Liam found it amusing that subliminal advertising had been banned or restricted in many countries. The original claims decades ago about the efficacy were either exaggerations or outright lies. Nevertheless, governments and regulatory agencies acted to protect the populace from becoming brainwashed to buy certain brands of potato chips and candy and washing it down with a delicious, ice cold beverage of a certain name. 

	Early attempts at subliminal stimuli were limited in their crudeness. But more recent advances were aided by sophisticated computer programming to bombard the unsuspecting target with both visual and audible projectiles. There was little doubt that this new technology would never be allowed in the open but since Liam and his partner were using it in very illicit schemes anyway, they didn't care.

	Lately, the digital Casey had been getting captured by monsters and tied up - more so than usual although the program had already been hacked for this. In the game, the player had to decipher some riddle or math-based problem to get the right spell and release their character. This hadn't changed but the real Casey also received subliminal flashes of a real girl in bondage and breathy moans in her earbuds as if being captured was somehow pleasant.

	Having made some subtle changes to Casey's character, she appeared a little more detailed as she was struggling in her bonds. Much of the movement concentrated on pushing her crotch against the ropes that always seem to be tightly pressed between her legs. Through the video camera secreted in the carrel, Liam and Akane could see Casey's eyes glaze and her lips slightly part as her curiosity became fascination.

	The little girl didn't understand why, but she was being drawn into her alter ego's penchant for crotch rubbing. Something in the character's behavior made it seem like a craving and Casey, who so often fantasized about being the other Casey in Tanuria, had taken to rocking in her seat while her avatar ground her crotch into her ropes.

	"I love it when she wears leggings," Akane noted as she replayed the footage of Casey approaching her carrel. 
Today, the color was black as the Lycra-polyester blend hugged the third grader's thin legs before tightly curving outward at top in the rear. The bottom halves of Casey's perfectly packaged little buns looked nicely firm before they disappeared beneath the pink hem of her long knit shirt. Then that wonderful young bottom was hidden when Casey took her seat. 

	Now the game was on with the character well-bound by a pair of trolls. As she struggled on screen, Casey began rocking again. 

	"Yeah, yeah," the avatar rasped as her crotch grind became more evident. "This will do it; this will bring the spell if I try hard enough."

	Casey stared, subconsciously understanding that something magic was going to happen if...

	"Watch her hand!" Akane blurted when Casey's left hand disappeared beneath the carrel.

	But Liam was already on it, activating the video camera beneath the carrel's desk as Casey's hand slipped to her crotch. They couldn't see much detail of anything beneath the leggings' material but they could see the small hand pressing between the open legs. This went on for several minutes as Casey rocked against her hand to mimic the pressure her character might be feeling.

	Suddenly, the girl stopped and jerked her hand away as if stung. Liam and Akane waited. From the expression on the girl's face, she was shocked by what she had been doing.

	Her viewers understood. Casey had been touching the place she had been taught about - the "Bad Touch" zone where strangers would want to put their hands. Akane leaned into the microphone that would change her voice to that of Casey's character.

	"Please, I need this," she spoke as the on screen image moved her mouth in accordance to the words and then began to writhe again. 

	Casey blinked. Had her character just talked to her? She stared at the screen, unconsciously rocking again. She probably wasn't even aware of her hand returning between her legs. But now she was pressing harder and rocking faster. Something did feel tingly in there like she was working some kind of spell...

	A red light blinked on the console, indicating that someone was approaching Casey's carrel. Liam and Akane had put miniscule motion detectors in certain places nearby. Muttering a curse, Liam pressed a key to change the screen from the softcore scene to a generic storyline one.

	Casey blinked and slowly drew her hand away this time. A middle aged man walked by, barely noticing her as he searched for a book nearby. When he was gone, Liam and Akane discussed what to do next as it was starting to get too late to begin again. They could see Casey looking at her screen in frustration as she tried to return it to what she had been witnessing before. After a hurried conversation, Liam keyed in a new image while Akane took to the microphone.

	Casey was about to close the program when her character suddenly appeared. Her dress was hiked up and the girl's cheeks grew flushed as she saw the ropes pressing against her digital version's privates. Then the image spoke.

	"Casey, I need your help to make the magic I need to escape this time."

	"How?" Casey whispered, unaware of the microphones capturing her voice.

	"Come back tomorrow and do the same thing with your hand."

	Casey's mind reeled. This couldn't be happening. But the person on the screen even knew her name and how she had...oh my...been doing...that thing.

	"You want me to touch my kitty?" she gasped.

	In the basement, those words in the child's voice made Liam hard and Akane moist.

	"Yes," the avatar confirmed. "I know you think it's wrong but only the brave and smart ones will understand. Can you do this?"

	Words failed Casey and she could only nod. Feeling the hook sink into their young prize, Akane made one more suggestion.

	"Wear a dress or a skirt tomorrow. The magic will be better without so many layers on you."

	Casey paused and looked around. The man was already gone with his book and no one else was witnessing this. Turning back to the screen, she nodded. Tomorrow, she would touch her kitty with only her panties over them. It was naughty but she felt a thrill over having this magical secret.

	When Casey returned the next day, Akane pouted when she saw the girl wearing tights beneath her skirt. 

	"Hey, it's cold outside," Liam explained in a reasonable tone. "Oh, we've got a wait a little longer - she just went to the can."

	Akane blew out an impatient breath and tapped her fingers in irritation. Actually, this project was going well and she had to calm herself. But then when Casey exited the bathroom, she was no longer wearing her tights. 

	"Oh, good girl," Akane crooned.

	"Or bad girl," Liam suggested.

	Having done her reading on the school bus, Casey made short work of her math assignment before donning her earbuds and calling up Tanuria. Her character was still sitting, tied to a chair with the crisscrossed ropes digging into her everywhere. Smiling, the avatar began to hump against the ropes between her legs.

	"You and me, Casey," she whispered conspiratorially. "We'll make this happen. Don't be afraid. If someone comes, I'll disappear like I did yesterday so we don't get caught."

	Casey felt a little dizzy as she slowly lowered her hand. Beneath the carrel, she could be seen spreading her legs. The camera was angle was perfect and the interior of the third grader's smooth, slender thighs were on display as they opened. Although she was hesitant to touch herself at first, the moans and images on the screen had the girl pulling her skirt up. The white panties with tiny purple flowers could be seen before Casey's hand got in the way.

	"You have to rub it," the avatar informed the girl in a sultry voice.

	Casey murmured worriedly but slid her hand up and down as she rocked her crotch slightly. It did feel magical. She had never considered her privates to be anything special. Certainly, it had made no sense that bad people would want to touch her where she peed. Maybe it was just something that grownups said, like eating too much candy would make you sick.

	Casey didn't think she was bad. And touching herself in that place felt good. No, better than good.

	Rocking and rubbing, the aroused little girl licked her lips of her own accord; not because her avatar was doing it. But she understood why her onscreen self would do it. She was breathing hard and her lips were dry.

	The tingles between her legs grew sharper and she felt something growing in her cunny. Her fingers found the indentation of her cleft through her panties and it felt better when she really rubbed hard there. Best of all was the tiny nubbin at the top. When she felt it through the thin cotton of her panties, she wanted to wriggle in her chair. 

	She leaned forward into the carrel with her chest pressing against her other arm. Oh! Her chest felt funny. It was one of her nipples as it brushed against her hand. She tested it with her fingers, finding it to be unusually firm just like that spot inside her underwear. Whining, she pressed her nipple harder and squeezed it while she used the fingers of her lower hand to do the same with her other discovery.

	She jerked so hard it made the chair scrape on the floor. No longer caring if someone noticed, all the agitated little girl could do was to furiously fondle the points on her undeveloped chest and the feverish little mound between her legs. Her panty material glided easily over the smooth skin of her pussy and the eight year-old huffed as something important was building. 

	"My kitty..." she rasped. "My kitty is...ungh!"

	With a keening noise, the eight year-old was assaulted by the shock of her first orgasm. It ripped through her little body making her gape and her brown eyes grow huge as she quivered helplessly.

	"Oh shit, we've never had one cum this early in a project," Liam breathed as they watched. 

	On the monitor for the camera below the carrel, Casey's limp hand slid sideways onto one thigh. This left her pantied crotch exposed with some of the material pushed into her slit. Moisture from her prepubescent cum juice seeped into the fabric and it was enough to make it cling wetly against the bald lips of the child's snatch. 

	To Liam and Akane's reluctant realization, it was too late in the day to start anything new. But the bit of lewdness of a little girl's climax-lubricated panties showing the outline of her labia would keep customers eager for more.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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