This story is purely a work of fiction and contains elements of Incest, Non-consent/Reluctance and Lesbianism. If any of these topics offend you, please do not read any further. This story is copyrighted by the author.
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After ten years of hard work and endless hours of toil, I finally reached a milestone in my research. At long last, I, Dr. Erik Masterson, developed a technique for controlling the minds of other human beings. My contract with the University allowed me to conduct the bulk of my research at my home, a forty- acre ranch on the outskirts of town. I needed the privacy due to the sensitive nature of my work and besides; I was doing research that was not part of my contract.
Ostensibly, I was doing research into curing migraine headaches but in actuality, I was developing a way to alter and control the minds of others. Naturally, I had to conceal the true nature of my work by creating a dummy set of notes that would stand up to academic scrutiny.
In my basement, I had a hidden room where my mind control machine was set up and ready for testing. At first, I brought in a few subjects who suffered from migraines and I put them on the machine. Naturally, I did not cure their migraines but I ever so slightly altered their minds in non-obtrusive ways that allowed me to properly calibrate my machine for the next phase. As an example, I imprinted in one test subject the propensity to sneeze whenever he saw the color pink. I just needed to know that my machine was working properly. When I was satisfied, I was ready for Phase Two.
Phase Two was the realization of a ten-year quest to develop a technique to control the minds of others and make them bend to my will. I could not wait to begin. I was looking around for a suitable subject when my lovely daughter presented me with an opportunity too good to pass up. Alexandra was nineteen, pretty in her own way and quite independent. She had been in college on the East coast for a year and had just come back home for a visit over summer vacation. Since my wife had been out of the picture for several years, Alexandra was my only family.
One day, soon after she arrived, Alex came into the kitchen, "Dad, what is that contraption in the basement? It looks like a massage table from the twenty-fifth century."
"Alex, I asked you to stay out of the basement. I have some sensitive equipment down there that is very expensive and needs careful calibration to keep it working properly," I admonished.
"Sorry Dad, it won't happen again," Alex replied soberly.
"Hon, if you have an interest in my work, I'll take you downstairs and give you an idea how it works. I'm sure you want to know what your father has been doing for the past ten years."
I led her down to the basement and over to the door that led to a dimly lit room where the apparatus was. I motioned to her to get up on the table and lay down. She was hesitant at first but I reassured her it would be a mildly pleasant experience, which was the truth. The combination of ultrasound frequencies and subliminal audio and visual commands did produce a pleasurable experience in the previous test subjects.
As my daughter Alex lay down of the table, I attached several electrodes to her frontal lobes for the mapping portion of the treatment. The mapping phase enabled me to properly calibrate the ultrasound nozzles to find the regions of her brain to be altered.
After the mapping phase was complete, I removed the electrodes and placed a visor on her that had a wire that led back to my computer. The visor provided programmed images specific to the type of alteration I wanted for each subject. Headphones provided subliminal audio messages transmitted to her from a microphone at my desk.
The ultrasound nozzles began their work, altering key portions of Alex's brain while she was inundated with audio and visual messages. After ten minutes, the entire process was complete. Alex looked up at me as I removed the visor and headphones.
"Gee, Dad, that didn't do anything at all. I thought I was gonna get a cool show or something."
"So sorry to disappoint you, Alex," I smiled. She had no idea what just happened to her but the effects would be evident to me in a few hours and they were irreversible.
We went back upstairs and I went to my study and Alex left to meet some of her old friends from high school. As each hour passed, I found it harder and harder to concentrate on my work. I was dying to know how my daughter would act when she got home.
As the afternoon turned into early evening, I heard the front door open and Alex called out to me, "Dad, I'm home. Where are you?"
"In the study, dear, just finishing up."
I walked into the den where Alex was standing. She was in a pair of denim shorts, white blouse and high heel sandals. My eyes lustily took in the vision of my sweet daughter, her long legs enhanced by the high heels. She was holding several shopping bags, which made me smile.
"Daddy, I had a great time shopping with the girls. It was so good to see them again!" Alex walked right up to me and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. I felt the warmth of her breath and the moistness of her lips sent shivers of pleasure up and down my spine.
:"Daddy, sit right down here on the couch. I'm gonna run upstairs for a minute. I bought something special, just for you."
My heart was pounding with anticipation now. I couldn't wait to see just how effective her first treatment was. I would soon find out. My cock was rock hard now and poking straight out, making a tent in the material of my pants.
Soon, I heard Alex coming downstairs. My eyes beheld the most incredible sight I have ever seen. My sexy young daughter stood before me wearing a sheer, floor-length nightgown, no bra and no panties. The fabric clung to her form and emphasized the perfection of her pert breasts. I could see her bald pussy glisten with moisture and her legs were stunning.
"Father, do you like it? I bought it just for you."
