Erica's Experiment: Part Two

When your family isn't what you want, make them that way. That's how the head of DomCo's R&D department sees it. But few people in the world are like Erica. Erica was born with a gift, an intellect that's rare even among geniuses.

Her gift has given the DomCo corporation tools and technology that seem like magic. Halo Smart Lenses, Brainwashing methods, even an experimental framework that will alter society forever, called Edge. Everything Erica does serves a larger vision, and now she's going to ensure that her family serves that vision, too. Whether they like it or not. 

Kinks Served: Incest, Slut Transformation, Personality Modification, Humiliation, Degradation, Noncon, Bondage, Anal, Seduction

Chapter Two: An Unfortunate Rescue

The buzz had burned away hours ago, leaving Tanya snoring and drooling on her cot in the drunk tank. When the door clicked open and the officer called her name, Tanya didn't wake up. She didn't wake up on the second call either, which prompted the prostitute with yellowed-paper skin, sharing the cot, to nudge her none-too-gently.

"Huh?" Tanya mumbled.

"They're callin' yer name," the hooker said.

Tanya stumbled from the cot and stared into the impatient face of the burly female officer.

"Get the fuck up, cupcake! Unless you want another night."

Tanya shook her head and pushed her feet into her heels, then hobbled toward the door amidst grumbles from the other over-nighters. The officer pulled the door shut as Tanya stumbled into the hallway, where a second officer placed her in unnecessary handcuffs. It wasn't Tanya's first rodeo, though. She was silent as they led her toward the next door, which would bring her to a small room where they'd slide her belongings under a plexiglass window, minus whatever cash had been in her wallet.

From there, she'd face the disapproving glare of her mother or father, whichever one had come to pull her out of the muck her cunt had created for her again. When she emerged from the bowels of the police station and into the lobby, though, it wasn't one of her parents waiting. Tanya looked back over her shoulder and contemplated what minor offense she could commit to get them to haul her back in. Nothing came to mind before the door shut, though, leaving her facing a smirking Erica.

Her younger sister's dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which protruded from the back of a black cap emblazoned with a blue logo that read, "DomCo," atop a white, wire-framed globe. She wore a matching black jacket, unzipped, which did little to hide her braless tits beneath a cropped white top.

"Got caught licking cunt again, huh?" Erica asked.

Tanya shuffled her feet and answered with her own question. "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"I took care of you on this one," Erica said. "Come on. I'll drive you home."

"It's the third time," Tanya said. "And I'm still on probation from the last one. Why am I out? What did you do?"

"Public lewdness isn't that serious, Tanya. I pulled a few favors," Erica explained with a shrug.

"I'll call an Uber," Tanya said.

"You won't. You're coming home. I'll explain the conditions of your release on the way."

Tanya looked back at the door again.

"You can violate the release," Erica said, tapping her foot impatiently. "But it won't be a year. I pulled some strings on that, too. It will be five. You're a repeat offender. At this point they can't trust you to be out in public without sucking snatch."

Tanya blushed.

Erica continued, "But if you complete a treatment program, they'll drop the charges."

"Treatment program?"

Erica nodded toward the door and started walking. Tanya, with little choice, followed.

"What treatment program?" Tanya asked again.

Erica ignored her as she pushed open the station doors and pulled her jacket closed against the early morning chill. Tanya sighed and followed her sister across the lot, where they stopped at a burnt orange EV sports car that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. The falcon wing doors popped up at Erica's approach.

Tanya slid into the passenger seat, and the doors closed again. The car's electric motor hummed quietly as Erica backed it out and then shot forward across the lot. Tanya gripped the edge of her seat as her sister grinned and fishtailed the car out of the lot, heedless of the patrol cars parked all around. Whatever influence Erica had gained since the last time they'd talked clearly made her feel untouchable. Perhaps she was. But then, that was always the way Erica felt. And she wasn't exactly wrong.

Chapter Three: The Prodigy

Living in the shadow of an exceptional sibling is tough. When that sibling is four years your junior, it's even tougher. When that sibling holds two PhDs by the time you graduate from high school, it's fucking hell.

Tanya's parents, to their credit, hadn't focused all their attention on Erica after it became clear that she was an unusual child. However, Erica's exceptional intellect wasn't something that was easily ignored. Even in kindergarten, Erica was trouble for her teachers.

While her classmates were struggling to comprehend the basics of letters and numbers, Erica sat alone in a corner with a tablet, refusing to so much as speak to her teacher. When the teacher took away the tablet, Erica spoke, but first it was in Spanish and then in German. Her teacher understood neither language and was more baffled, as Erica's primary language in the household had been listed as English.

Both Erica and the tablet were handed over to the school office, where the administration learned that Erica had been using the tablet to teach herself both languages fluently. After her mother picked her up, Erica refused to speak English for the rest of the day, and the glee at her parent's consternation was plain all over her childish face. That was Erica's first and last day in kindergarten.

By the end of the week, Erica had a private tutor, an appointment with a child therapist, and she'd been booked for a series of aptitude exams. The tutor turned out to be out of her depth. The therapist needed to recommend a colleague more capable, and the exams told everyone what they'd already guessed. Erica was a budding genius.

Tanya, meanwhile, at ten years old, initially had a great time with her brain of a sister. Erica could solve the puzzles in any game they played, decipher riddles, and she was eager to do Tanya's homework for her. Those first weeks were great fun, and Tanya had high hopes for the future.

But the honeymoon was over quickly. It wasn't long before Erica vaulted past Tanya, as well as both of her parents. While Tanya struggled with middle school geography, Erica pondered the depths of time and space. Tanya muddled through middle school mathematics while Erica absorbed relativity. By the time Tanya was knocking on doors to sell scout cookies, Erica was closing her first book deal and writing the manuscript herself.

Erica's brain was like her golden ticket to anything. It all came easily for her. There was nothing Erica couldn't learn, understand, and master, and then she was engaging the next thing. The child genius was the talk of the world for a while, but as with all such oddities, Erica's name passed from the international spotlight, only to pop up again every few months and years. The opportunities, though, kept on coming for Erica.

Those opportunities, at first, came to Tanya and her parents as well. Tanya herself was tested, probed, prodded, questioned, and had her DNA catalogued. Was Erica's gift hereditary, they wondered? Was it something they could bottle and sell? What had caused it to activate, and could they activate it in Tanya, too?

For the first year, Tanya actually allowed herself to believe that might be the case. There was simply a gene, a switch of some kind, which they could turn on. She'd become a super-brain, like Erica, and more like a real sister. That hope dimmed like a seaside candle and then sputtered out completely by the end of that year.

There was no switch. The tests stopped, the researchers departed, and they gave Tanya a pat on the head and told her not to worry. She was just like everyone else. She was just another dummy, living in Erica's shadow, like all the rest of them.

Tanya did, however, have the ability to work hard. With two part-time jobs, and a skill in art, Tanya received a scholarship. The jobs had given her a small savings, and the day she turned eighteen, she moved out. For the first year, she still saw and talked to her family. Her parents, mostly. Erica made token shows of interest, but it was clear Tanya was beneath her, as most things were.

That was the essence of it, too, and what gave Tanya the willies about her sister. Things. They were all just things to Erica. It was like possessing a superhuman intellect made her the real human, and the rest of them… less than. It was creepy. Erica was creepy. And so, Tanya tried not to talk to her sister.

Then, Tanya got into trouble. She was nineteen the first time she got caught licking cunt in a public place. Her parents, somewhat enriched by Erica's success themselves, came to her rescue. The judge let her off light.

It was another two years before she was back in court for the same charge. Licking cunt in public. This time it was probation, a fine, some counseling, and a stern warning. Again, her parents helped with the legal fees, but their disappointment was evident. That was when Tanya stopped talking to them, too. It was hard to bear the shame of it.

They had a perfect daughter, a world-famous genius. And her sister was an embarrassing, slit-licking dum-dum, who couldn't quit licking cunt in public places. Tanya made the promise. She wouldn't do it again. She'd go to the counselor, get better, and stop letting her pussy get hot at the thought of licking cunt in humiliating, inappropriate places.

Then Tanya broke the promise. And now, instead of her parents, the sister she'd barely spoken a dozen words to in two years had come to pluck her from a drunk tank.

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