Institute Of Apotheosis Research Ch 10

The Institute of Apotheosis Research

Daddy's Mind-Controlled Daughters 4: Twins Strip For Daddy

"They're on the move," Deidre Icke, president of the Institute of Apotheosis, said, staring at the screen, a drone watching the God and his naked family piling into their car. "What's the status on the church?"

"They're sending drones there now," Deidre's daughter, Alexis, said. The eighteen-year-old sat naked on her father's lap. Robert, Deidre's ex-husband, cuddled the girl, his hands playing with her firm, barely legal tits. "It'll be tight to get cameras in place before the God arrive."

Deidre shifted, her daughter talking on the phone at the same time she worked her hips, her father's cock impaled in her young cunt. Deidre's ass still burned from her daughter's spanking, juices dribbling down her thighs. She wished Alexis's twin brother, Alex, was here. Deidre could use her son's cock in her pussy.

He has a bigger cock than his father. If a God or Goddess ever reveals brother/sister incest as permissible, Alexis will forget all about riding her father's cock.

Deidre turned her head to the screen, watching the god's car back out of his driveway. Though dark, the desert around Alamogordo showed up as dark shadows, sage brushes forming black pools amid the lighter dirt around them. The car reached the lonely highway that ran through the city, heading to El Paso in one direction, and deeper into New Mexico in the other. Blinker flashed, spilling amber light. Then the car made a right turn, racing into the city.

"They're driving fast," gasped Alexis, her father's hands gripping her hips, bouncing her now on his cock.

Deidre grimaced. Such pleasure burned on her ex-husband's face. Their divorce had been...messy.

"Yes, Daddy, yes," gasped Alexis. "Our new God's so eager to fuck his twin daughters! Ooh, I want to fuck my twin so badly!"

Deidre frowned, squirming, the sounds her daughter making only inflaming the ache in her pussy. Her hands slid down her stomach, reaching for her pussy. She didn't want to finger herself, but Alexis bouncing tits were so delicious to watch, her moans so naughty, and there was a God to observe. Heading to a church.

What will happen?

Then her eyes widened. "Uh-uh. Let's see how the God handles this."

"It'll slow him down," groaned Robert. "Give us time to get the cameras in place."

Deidre nodded, her fingers sliding through her bush.

~ ** ~

The feel of Kitty, my youngest daughter, sliding her pussy down my dick sent a groan through me. I'd never get tired of her eighteen-year-old twat impaled on my shaft. So tight. So hot. So juicy. She squealed as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place. I nuzzled at her neck, nibbling, making her squirm. My hands slipped up her petite body, cupping her budding mounds, hardly more than bumps. Little bee-sting titties topped by small nipples.

"Daddy," she groaned.

"Purr for me, Kitten," I panted, using my nickname for her.

"Yes, purr for your father," Anne, my wife, said as she started up our family minivan, a red Dodge Grand Caravan.

Kitty tried, her pussy clenching tight as she bounced on my cock, working that hot, tight snatch up and down my dick. I groaned, pleasure shivering through me as I shifted on the seat, my naked ass rubbing on the car.

I'd never rode in a car naked before. I've never been naked in public before. But I could do anything. If this crazy Institute wanted to turn me into a god through nanites, I'd enjoy myself. I'd do what I want.

"Let's put it into gear, honey," I groaned as she reached the highway, signaling for the right turn.

She grinned at me, her brown hair almost black in the dark, her round breasts jiggling. "Eager to fuck our twins."

"So eager," I groaned. And for more of my wife's punishment. She cheated on me this night with her pilates instructor.

I had even more plans for

Scott.

"I've never been so excited to go to church," Crystal, my next youngest at nineteen, moaned in the back. She squirmed with her busty girlfriend Jessica.

"I know!" Jessica gasped. Then she let out a throaty moan. "Oh, yes, trib your pussy against mine."

I threw a look over my shoulder, grinned, my dick throbbing in Kitty's snatch. Crystal sat behind her mother, reclined against the sliding door, her legs spread wide. Jessica had her legs scissored together, their pussies grinding together. Jessica's large breasts, bigger than my wife's, bounced and heaved, the black-haired girl moaning.

"Where did you girls even learn to do that?" I asked, staring at my blonde daughter.

"South Park!" Crystal moaned, her hips undulating, grinding her hot cunt against her friend's barely legal twat.

My palms rubbed harder against Kitty's hard nipples. My daughter's pussy tightened on my dick as she bounced and squirmed on me. She groaned and gasped, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders. I groaned, turning to look ahead as my wife drove us down the highway into Alamogordo, the Walmart approaching on the left, the overpass over the railroad tracks beyond.

"Uh-huh," my wife groaned, glancing in the rearview mirror.

Blue and red lights flashed and flared, spilling through the car, lighting up Kitty's pigtails and my wife's face. She glanced at me, still driving fast. I didn't care. I had powers. I moved my hands down to Kitty's hips, bouncing her up and down my cock. I slid her all the way up to the tip so I could feel every inch of her cunt coming back down.

"Pull over," I groaned, pleasure shooting through me, my daughter's snatch feeling so amazing on my dick. "And don't stop tribbing back their, girls. Just let Daddy handle it."

"Of course, Daddy," gasped Crystal, her small, firm tits jiggling as she kept humping, the chair creaking.

My wife pulled over to the shoulder before the trailer park across the street from the Walmart. Jessica let out a throaty moan in the back. The cop car followed us to the shoulder. I shuddered, my wife's window whirring down. A thrill shot through me at the intoxicating realization.

I had power.

"Here he comes," my wife said, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Relax," I groaned. "And I bet you have a hot cunt."

"It's a slutty cunt, Daddy!" kitty moaned. "So of course Mommy's wet."

My wife nodded her head.

"Finger it."

"Yes, hun."

My wife groaned as she shoved her hand between her thighs, plunging her fingers into her wet pussy. I shuddered, tightening my grip on my youngest's hips. The friction of Kitty's tight cunt burned around my dick.

Footsteps crunched on gravel. Metal jangled. A flashlight shone as the cop approached. My heart beat faster and faster. I groaned, my balls growing tighter and tighter as I violated all the taboos and mores of our society: fucking my barely legal daughter in public.

"How are you doing toni...?" The cop's words trailed off, shining his flashlight into the car through my wife's window. The beam fell on her jiggling tits then flicked to my daughter bouncing on my dick, her pigtails flying. "Holy shit!"

His hand shot down, fumbling for a gun.

"Officer, freeze!" I commanded.

My brain prickled as my powers worked. Little fuzzy dots darted across my vision for a moment. The cop didn't want to freeze, but my brainwaves rewrote his. He did, flashlight aimed right between my daughter's legs, where her flesh united with mine.

"Now, Officer, I'm Michael Horne. And it's perfectly legal for me to fuck my daughters." The prickling grew worse. Needles stabbed into my brain. Darkness fuzzed across my vision. I blinked, slamming my daughter down my cock. "Legal for any father to fuck his daughter," I added, voice strained. "Right?"

"Of course, Mr. Horne," the cop said, his voice sounding dazed. "But you're in public."

"That's legal, too," I groaned. The prickling returned, but not as bad as the first one. After making him believe incest was okay, public sex wasn't nearly as hard to convince him of. "And I believe you pulled us over for speeding."

"75 in a 40," he said, shaking his head. I noticed him staring at Kitty bouncing on my dick.

"You like looking at my eighteen-year-old daughter?" I grinned. "At her firm tits?"

"Daddy likes my itty-bitty tits," gasped my daughter, her pussy clenching on my dick.

"Yes," the cop admitted, sounding ashamed.

"Nothing wrong with liking them young," I groaned. "I bet you have your own daughter her age."

"I do."

Anne shivered. "You and your wife should really fuck her," she groaned, her tits heaving, fingers pumping noisily in and out of her snatch. "It's so much fun having sex with your daughters."

"It is!" Crystal moaned from the backseat. "And if she has a sister, they totally have to lez out."

"Just have to scissor their pussies together, Officer," Jessica added, her big tits slapping together as she and my daughter gasped and moaned in the back.

"That does sound...nice," the officer groaned.

"More than nice," I panted, the pressure building in my balls. "To slide into your daughter's pussy, to feel the cunt that

you

created with your wife wrapping about your dick is amazing. It's magical. The union of the flesh you made with yours. Every father has to experience it."

"And every daughter!" moaned Kitty, her body bucking. "Daddy, yes!"

Her orgasm screamed through the car as her pussy went wild about my dick. Barely legal flesh convulsed in rapture about my shaft. Her hips quivered, stirring her snatch around my cock, massaging me. The pressure built in my balls.

"Cum in me, Daddy!" she squeaked. "Breed me! I want to have your daughter, Daddy! Then you can fuck her, too!"

"Goddamn!" I grunted, my cock suddenly erupting at her naughty words.

My jizz fired out of my dick. Hot cum boiled into her pussy. It flooded out of me, leaving me shaking. The pleasure surged through me. Every blast had me bucking. My eyes rolled back into my head.

Amazing.

Rapturous.

The heat filled me. Billowed through me. Had my eyes rolling back into my head at the pure intensity of it. The cop watched me flood my cum into my daughter's fertile pussy, maybe breeding her right now.

"It's the fucking best, Officer," I groaned as the pleasure pulsed through me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" gasped my wife. "You have to fuck her then let your wife lick her clean. To drink that yummy mix of daddy and daughter. Then feel her mouth on your pussy, licking the very cunt that birthed her. Oh, fuck!"

My wife heaved, her tits bouncing, smacking the steering wheel as she leaned forward. The horn honked as she writhed. She moaned through her clenched teeth and threw herself back into her seat. The engine roared, her spasming foot hitting the accelerator.

"Damn," the cop said, watching her. "She really is into it."

"She really is," I said, smiling at my wife. Even though I had more punishments for her, I was glad I didn't throw her out, that our marriage wasn't wholly lost. She made a mistake with this Scott. That asshole would pay even more.

I sucked in deep breaths, Kitty's pussy milking the last of my cum from my dick. In the back, my daughter and her friend gasped and moaned, sounding like they joined the family in cumming. The minivan reeked of my women's pussies.

I loved the scent.

"Well, I am glad we had this conversation, Officer," I panted. "I just need your handcuffs and then you can leave."

"I can't give you my handcuffs," he said even as he unclipped them from his belt and reached past my wife as she quivered, a satiated smile on her lips.

I snagged them from him. "Thanks."

"And I have to write you the ticket," he also added even though he was heading back to his car. "Wait, what is going on?"

"You met a god!" I shouted, saying the word out loud for the first time. I shivered at that, my dick twitching in my daughter's pussy. The idea...damn. What could I do with this power? Beside having a harem made up of my wife, my daughters, and Jessica?

I'd figure that out later. "Get us to the church. The twins still have their cherries."

"Yes, dear," my wife moaned, pulling her fingers out of her pussy. She put the minivan into gear and drove one handed. The other sucked her juices off her fingers.

"Give me a taste, Mommy," Kitty moaned.

My wife grinned, holding out her hand, juices gleaming on all four of her fingers. She had stretched out her cunt while masturbating. My daughter squirmed on my lap, my dick aching in her cum-filled depths as she leaned over to lick her mother's pussy juices off her fingers.

The cop didn't follow us as we headed into Alamogordo itself, crossing the railroad track and entering the town's streets laid out on a grid. The church was only a few minutes away, not a large structure. Several cars parked before it, lights streaming through some of the windows despite the time of night.

The youth group were having a lock-in. A bunch of eighteen to twenty year olds having a PG slumber party under the supervision of the youth minister, Kip Larson. My two eldest daughters, Rosie and Lily, were devout and into church while my other two daughters hated it. My wife encouraged us to go, but more because she felt that our daughters needed good morales than any religious fervor.

Shame my wife didn't pay attention to the parts about not cheating on your spouse.

I pushed down my anger as Kitty hopped off my dick and out of the minivan. Her bare feet padded on the asphalt of the parking lot, my cum running down her thighs, glistening in the light from a nearby street lamp. She did a little twirl, hands outstretched.

"I like being naked outside!" she said as I climbed out and joined her.

"It's fun," I agreed. "You can do it because you're my daughter."

She reached out her hand. I thought she meant to take mine, like she normally would, but instead she grabbed my cock, holding it in her grip. Crystal came up on my other side, taller than her younger sister, her body more developed. She also grabbed my wet dick, grinning at me.

"Let's go crash the lock-in!" she exclaimed, my blonde child so enthusiastic.

I grinned at her. My wife already marched to the door, Jessica following her. Their larger tits, especially Jessica's, bouncing in such a delicious fashion. Their asses swayed as they took the couple of stairs to the porch and reached the polished, wooden door. They yanked it opened, revealing the foyer.

Christian rap music, which I always thought was the most ridiculous of the Christian genre of music, thudded through the door. I could hear the sounds of laughing and talking beneath it, ready to crash the party and turn it into something wild.

An orgy.

My daughters held my dick, my arms around them, holding them close. Crystal leaned her head against my shoulder, tall enough to reach, but Kitty rested hers on my side. We reached their mother, a big grin on her face.

"You're going to fuck our twins," Anne breathed. "Remember when they were born? How beautiful they were?"

I smiled at my wife, remembering that happy moment, how beautiful Anne looked even with her face wan and sweaty after thirteen hours of labor. "Yeah. And now they're twenty. All grown up and ready to fuck."

"Yes, they are," my wife groaned and opened the doors to the worship hall.

It had two rows of pews normally, but they'd been pushed together in the back to create more space up front before the podium and the baptism pool to the right. Guys and girls sat around on clumps of sleeping bags, some up on the stage, others where the pews should be. They were talking, hanging out, many of them in their pajamas. But not the sexy kind. No lingerie. They were all in tame flannel bottoms and t-shirts or PJ tops. No girls just in their panties and bras, no guys in their boxers with their shirts popped off.

Such a lame slumber party.

It took a moment before anyone noticed the five naked people entering. A girl let out a gasp, her face going wide. It was Michelle Henderson, the church girl Jessica seduced before inducting Crystal into lesbian delights.

"K-Kip!" she spluttered, pointing. "Th-there... Oh, my god!" Then she covered her eyes, her cheeks going crimson.

Others were turning, girls gasping, some of the boys trying to act like they weren't staring at my naked wife and daughter. The youth minister, Kip Larson, rose from a group playing cards, still clutching his hand as he gaped.

A card fell from his grip, fluttering to the ground.

Then his face hardened. The tall, skinny man, about my age, stalked over. His black goatee quivered as anger filled his face. "Mr. and Mrs. Horne, what are you doing? This is... And they're...your daughters? What deviancy is this. You have to leave right now! Then I'll be calling the police."

I waved a hand. "Everyone, listen up and be quiet. And turn off that music."

Everyone, Kip included, all turned for the source of the sound, the boombox plugged into the microphone system. A mad scramble of youths in their PJ's racing for it, the youth minister turning from me, darting three steps before a nerdy guy turned off the music.

The worship hall went quiet save for the slick sound of my daughters stroking my cock coated in Kitty's juices.

"Good," I said. "Now let's gather around."

"Dad?" Rosie gasped. Her and her twin sister emerged out of side room, the light flicking from a movie playing. A few other girls, and two guys, followed them out. "Mom?"

Rosie and Lily were almost impossible to tell apart. Only the most subtle differences in their faces--Rosie's lips a little plumper, Lily's face a little skinnier--allowed us to tell them apart. They both had the same shade of brassy-brown hair, their breasts rounded in their flannel tops. Matching bottoms clad their long legs. They had my height, the tallest of my daughters, standing a few inches higher than their mother.

"No questions," I said. "I'm just here to spread the good news."

Kip Larson tried to ask a question. He opened his mouth. He looked on the verge of saying something. Then puzzled fear flickered across his face. He grabbed at his throat, trembling. Some of the girls were crying silently, tears rolling down their faces. Marybeth, Kip's nineteen-year-old daughter, hugged her father, shaking in fright.

"And calm down. You have nothing to be afraid of." I grinned at them, my thoughts tingling. "Because we're going to have a real party. You've all been taught that sex and incest are sins, and I'm here to tell you that you couldn't be more wrong. It's not. You love and accept it. You all..."

My words trailed off. My powers reached out to the gathered twenty-or-so youths and their minister. Pain stabbed into my brain. I groaned, swaying. My daughters gasped, holding me as my darkness fuzzed across my vision. Agony pressed on my brain, hammering into it.

My heart beat in fear.

The world spun around me, my vision going black.

~ ** ~

"Something's gone wrong!" Alexis gasped, impaling down her father's cock and stopping her bounce. "The God!"

Deidre's heart clenched. She clutched at her breast, staring at the screen. Drone control managed to get one fiber optic camera drilled through the church's wall, giving a wide-angle view of the worship hall. The God swayed in his daughters' embrace. He groaned, on the verge of collapsing.

"Has something gone wrong with the Halo?" Robert asked in shock. "We never tested them on anyone."

"They're perfect," snapped Deidre. "Would you question

his

design?"

"No," Robert gasped. "Of course not. But... Could we have messed up the production of them? He's in pain."

His daughters clutched him, supporting him. The watching youths and their minister stood calm, shaking their heads, being affected by his command and... "They're resistant to the idea of premarital sex and something as taboo as incest," Deidre gasped. "I mean, this is a church group. These are the ones most committed to Christianity's repressive beliefs. Especially about the pleasures our bodies can experience."