OK. First off this is FICTION. It is not real life. Second, this is a story about MIND CONTROL. News flash: mind control does not actually exist. OK, sure, there is hypnotism, but this is not about hypnotism. Of course, it's not realistic. In fact, it stretches the bounds of belief to the breaking point.
Now, this has to do with a person deliberately seducing a married woman and breaking up a family. Granted, the people being fucked with aren't exactly nice innocent people, but there it is. There is cuckolding in this story. If that bothers you, you have been warned. Second, while a mother and daughter are both involved in sexual activity at the same place and time, there is no actual sex between the two. There is also no actual sex between father and daughter. There are bisexual themes in this story and group sex.
Everyone in this story is at least 18-years old.
I self-edit. Deal with it. There should be enough fodder in here for your complaints without the editing comments. I just ignore those anyway. So, read and fire away.
Look, I'm really not usually an asshole. I try to be nice to people. I understand that no one is perfect, and I make allowances for that. I help out my friends as much as I can. I am generous with giving to charities. I'm polite to others. I love cats and dogs. I even give food to homeless people occasionally. Seriously, I'm a really nice guy. It's just that this situation kind of fell into my lap. Hold on. Speaking of laps...
"Hey, less teeth slut!"
OK, so where was I? Oh yeah. This situation fell into my lap. Not literally, but figuratively. Once presented with the opportunity, I just kind of went with it. Yes, it was fucked up -- hold on again. Speaking of being fucked up.......
"OK Slut, since you are so pathetic on giving blowjobs, get on your hands and knees so I can fuck that ass again."
OK. Fucked up situation. Yeah, I was an asshole this time. I guess I should tell you about it and just let you decide for yourself.
My name is James Brown. My dad and a lot of other people call me Jim. Personally, I hate that and prefer to be called James. My dad named me. He grew up in Cleveland and was a big football fan. You can guess why he named me Jim. No, I'm not black, and I am not a running back. In fact, I am about the most unathletic person on the planet. I do work out and stay fit, but I have no real athletic skills. I am more of a scholar. In fact, I'm more than that -- I'm actually testing at the genius level. I was valedictorian at my graduation from Hell School. Yep, spelled it correctly. All four years, I was at the top of my class and the bottom of every trash can. I was harassed constantly by the school bullies. More on them later.
After graduation, I got a full ride to Cal Tech. I took that and ran, vowing to never return. Dean's list every semester. I graduated with a double major in physics and electronic engineering. A few years later, those bachelor's degrees became PhDs. I had offers coming out the ass. I picked the one that gave me my own lab and no restrictions. Well, actually a couple of them gave me the same offer, but one gave me a tour of the lab, and my three new lab technicians gave me a tour of the house they were sharing. The lab tour took 1-hour, the house tour took an entire weekend. My lab techs? One blonde, one brunette, and a redhead. All three are beautiful and energetic. I signed the paperwork, and they backed the semi up to my bank and began shoveling the money into the vault.
I went to work. Yes, I worked. Sure, there was the side benefit of my three gorgeous techs keeping the stress away, but mainly it was pure business in the lab. No, they were not just hired for their looks, they each had master's degrees in science or engineering. They were paying us a hell of a lot of money, plus the expense for running the lab. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the government was footing a large chunk of the bill. Within a year we were shipping out all sorts of cool new devices.
There was one device that we didn't send out. I had no intention of letting this out of my control. Truthfully, I thought about destroying it several times. During high school, I became obsessed with the idea of mind control. Usually, it was as my head was being stuck down a toilet or I was being stuffed face first in a trash can. During those times, I wished that I could control minds and have my bullies do something to humiliate themselves instead. I never forgot about it. It was 10-years after I was hired when I decided to really look into it.
The lab had become so successful that I could afford to take some time to work on creating a mind control device. It took over a year of effort, but I finally built it. Not going into real specifics, because it is highly technical, and I don't want anyone else to try to replicate it. It's basically a tiny transmitter that is placed at the base of the skull. It's so small that you have to actually be looking for it to see it. Yes, there is a sharp pain as it is attached, but it goes away instantly. The transmitter reads the wavelength of the thought processes and transmits them to the control device, which looks just like an iPad. The person that is doing the controlling has a similar transmitter at the base of their skull. The processor in the controller 'reads' and translates the thoughts from the person doing the controlling, then sends them to the person being controlled. Once the connection is made, the person doing the controlling simply tells the controlled person what to do, and they will do it. They may not like it, but they can't fight it. Obviously, the trick is getting the transmitter onto the person that you want to control. We also discovered that once I had implanted those thought, they remained even after I removed the chips. After that discovery, I did put the chips back on and removed that programing. I liked my ladies the way they were, and really didn't want to permanently change them.
Yes, we did play with it in the lab. Yes, we had a hell of a lot of fun. Unfortunately, the girls really would do just about anything with me -- and each other for that matter -- so we really never got a real test on seeing if we could control someone who really wasn't willing. We ended up locking it away and only pulling it out occasionally to play with. That brings me to where I am today.
I really had no intention of ever going back to my hometown. Unfortunately, I had to go back when my mom died. Dad had died during my senior year of high school, and I was an only child. That left it up to me to take care of the funeral and deal with everything. I decided to at least enjoy it as much as possible, so I took along the girls. They said that they wanted to console me. I'm not sure why, but somehow, the mind controller got packed as well.
So, the funeral was nice. There were a lot of mom's friends there. It was as nice as a funeral can be. Yes, I did cry. I did love my mom, after all. We were staying at mom's house. She owned it, and I needed to go through things and get it ready to sell. I had taken two weeks off to get the estate in order. It was the week after the funeral when my three lovelies decided that we needed a night out. I agreed. It was after dinner when we went to a nightclub.
Daniel Bishop and Tanya Trimble. He was the quarterback of our high school, and she was head cheerleader. Naturally, they were the power couple at the school. They were also the meanest of my bullies. They were the ones that instigated most of the torture that I went through. Naturally, they happened to be at the same club that evening. All my thoughts of humiliating them suddenly came rushing back to me. I wasn't surprised to see them together. They had been high school sweethearts. It did look like Daniel had let himself go a bit, but Tanya looked just as well put together as she did in high school. Only now she had matured and filled out a bit more.
"Hey, Little Jimmy. Having a girl's night out?" Dan blustered. He'd obviously had a few drinks already.
"Obviously, Dear. What else would this loser be doing sitting with these girls. They're probably trying to decide which one of them wants to dance with you. You should know, girls, you don't have a chance." Tanya added. Just as mean and cruel as ever.
"You're kidding, right?" Pamela (the redhead) piped up. "No, we just needed to get him away from the house for a bit so the three of us could recover. That is one insatiable man there."
"Oh yeah." Piped up Crystal (Blonde). "He fucked me hard for three hours last night. I could barely walk this morning."
"And, as for wanting to dance with tubby there? Why would we want to leave a real man for your little boy?" Maggie (Redhead) concluded.
After they went on their way, I had an idea.
