The Institute of Apotheosis Research
Incestuous Mind Control Explodes 4: Mind-Controlled into Lesbian Sisters
Deidre Icke, President of the failing Institute of Apotheosis, had to act. Her son, transformed into a new god by usurping the Halo from its proper owner, had broken out of the storage room they'd locked him in. With his powers, he could bend the Institute to his will. She had to buy time for the others to destroy all the research that went into making the Halos. They were never meant to be mass produced. Luckily, no one person could re-create them. Only their dead guru and his wife fully knew it all.
But the task wasn't done.
Worse, the facility wasn't fully evacuated. She also had to give those who didn't want to fall prey to the false god time to escape. She wouldn't flee. She knew she couldn't abandon her son and daughter, that she would end up their disciples, but she couldn't make that decision for others.
She darted for the door, heedless of her ex-husband, and now Master, holding her leash.
"Deidre!" he gasped in shock, not prepared for her sudden flight. His grip wasn't strong enough on the leash to hold her.
As she reached the door to her office it ripped free from his hand.
"Stop, Deidre!" her Master shouted. She knew she should obey him, but being the president was more important than being his slave. He could punish her later.
If her son would even allow that.
Her bare feet smacked on the floor of the Institute's hallway. People glanced at her, faces pale. She'd given the order to evacuate the facility. The Institute was done. They would disband, drifting to which of the
true
gods they wished to serve and learn from. It was the ultimate plan for the Institute once they had awakened the Gods to their destiny.
Before that bastard Ulrich disrupted Dr. Blavatsky's vision for mankind.
Now only ten of the true gods existed. Virgo and Gemini never reached their proper owners. Would it doom mankind? Deidre had no idea.
"Get out of the facility!" she shouted. "Hurry! Alex is free! Move! Move!"
People gasped. They obeyed.
"Deidre!" snarled her ex-husband. "This is madness!"
She kept running she had to delay her son and protect the Institute if she could.
"Cindy! Mindy!" James, head of the scrying department, cried out. His twin daughters channeled the spirit of Dr. Blavatsky to determine who should receive the Halos and to approve any hires to make sure they could understand the Institute's purpose. "Deidre!"
"Just get ready to evacuate!" she shouted as she charged past him, racing to the west wing where she'd had her son imprisoned.
She rounded the corner, her leash fluttering behind her. Her breasts heaved. She would throw her body at her son. He'd already made love to her many times. She might become his sex slave. She might lose what she'd gained with her ex-husband.
A sacrifice for the greater good.
She burst around the corner and spotted her son ahead. He stood powerful. Deidre was about to cry out his name when she saw the twins Cindy and Mindy falling to their knees before him. Deidre slowed, swallowing. The girls were already captured by his powers.
She'd failed to protect them.
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Serafina Pesce -- Pisces
I set my phone down. I was too horny to worry about that strange text message. I had a pair each of my sisters' panties in my hand. I was eager to masturbate to their delicious scents. I was such a pervy girl. I had such a fascination with panties. They were amazing. They came in so many different styles, an unlimited combination of fabrics, designs, colors, and frills. Each and every one of them destined to cling to a woman's naughty bits, absorbing her musk.
The easiest used panties for me to get were my two sisters'. If my mother still lived, I knew I'd be perving on hers, too. My pussy was on fire as I clutched Bernie's (short for Bernadette, and she hated being called that) in my right hand and Lucilla's in my left. I was so ready to enjoy them. I brought them up to my nose, inhaling deeply, breathing in their--
"Serafina!" my dad bellowed from downstairs.
I groaned. Didn't he know I was busy? He was supposed to be going to work. I just passed him in the hallway. He was working a lot lately. With three daughters to support, my widower father had to start working overtime, pulling extra shifts as a security guard. Money must have gotten much tighter since Lucilla turned eighteen.
"Serafina, you have a package!" he shouted.
My eyes flit to my phone. I blinked as I shifted my hips. The message replayed in my mind. The ability to have what I wanted. My sisters? I wanted them so badly. I didn't care that incest was wrong. I just ached to eat their pussies for real. To press my face into their snatches and feast on them. I could inhale their musks fresh from the source.
But what the text message implied was impossible even if it would be hot if it was somehow possible.
A rush of lust shot through me. I threw my sisters' panties onto my bed and darted for the door of my room. I burst out and raced down hallway towards the stairs. I was just about to pass Lucilla's door when it popped open.
"Is dad calling for me?" she asked, her dark-brown hair falling about her tan face. Like me, she had that Mediterranean coloring, proof of our Italian heritage. At eighteen, she was cute as a button, her face round, her brown eyes soft.
"No, nosy bee!" I said as I darted past. "It's my package."
I heard what sounded like an annoyed hiss then she slammed her door. I reached the stairs, racing down them, my bare feet smacking in a staccato rhythm as I descended the stairs. I hit the bottom and darted for my dad standing at the front door, wearing his dark blue uniform, a cardboard box in hand.
"Ordering online again?" he asked me.
"It's a gift," I said.
"From?"
"Some tech company," I lied glibly. "They're beta testing a new product, and I got chosen. Cool, huh?" I smiled at him.
"Yeah, sure," he said, handing over the box.
I took it, the cardboard rough beneath my fingers. "Have a good night, Dad! Don't tire yourself out. I hope you'll be here this weekend. We miss seeing you."
He flicked his eyes up the stairs. "I probably have to work. I'll be home tomorrow morning."