The Institute of Apotheosis Research
Incestuous Mind Control Explodes 8: Sharing His Slutty Daughter
Deidre's mind reeled as she stared at the swollen belly of her eighteen-year-old daughter, Alexis. Cindy and Mindy's words that the two rapidly growing children inside Alexis were the
true
Gemini gods dazed her. That Alex and Alexis using the Halo was all part of Dr. Blavatsky's plan was such a powerful revelation.
Hope surged through Deidre.
Her son's arguments had been persuasive that the wise Dr. Blavatsky had been wrong. That his soul had misjudged everything. She'd devoted her life to Dr. Blavatsky's vision. She believed that the Halos, given to the correct twelve Gods, would cause the world to awaken to a new destiny. And so far, the Gods had not acted... enlightened.
They were all horny. They used their powers for sexual domination. She had convinced herself that it was the right way. That their lusts were what mankind needed. They taught lessons that had restored her broken relationship with her ex-husband. She became his wife again and then his sex slave. She found joy with it. She made love to her children. She reveled in incestuous passion with her husband.
Robert, her husband and Master, grabbed her shoulders. He gripped her, held her, as the world spun around her. She shook her head, her eyes fluttering. This was so insane. Blood screamed through her veins as she stared at Alexis.
"What are you saying?" Alex demanded, his words powerful.
"That this is all part of Dr. Blavatsky's plan," said one of the twins, either Cindy or Mindy. They were too identical to tell apart.
"That you are doing just what Dr. Blavatsky saw. We all are." A tone of awe elevated the girl's words. "This is all supposed to be happening. Maybe your children are going to bring about the enlightenment."
"Yes," Deidre breathed, trembling, so hopeful that more than half her life wasn't devoted to a mistake. She stared at her son, Alex, smiling at him. "Don't you see, Alex. You don't need to lose your faith at all."
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Willis Chevrolet -- Capricorn
My mind burned from the simple command I gave the woman standing before me.
She blinked, her head shaking from side to side as my command, declaring I was her new husband, rewrote her mind. It was a powerful one. Stars burst across my vision as the needles bored into my thoughts.
"I... I..." She blinked. "Yes, yes. You're my husband but... but... Who are you? I don't know you, but.. but..."
"I'm Willis," I said, feeling suddenly awkward about it. "Willis Chevrolet. You?"
"Tamara," she said, her voice dazed. "Tamara Victors. What is going on? Why do you have Mitch's car?"
"Because he gave it to me for being an asshole," I said.
Then her eyes widened as she noticed my nineteen-year-old daughter, Garnet, standing beside me. Tamara, in her mid-twenties, was beautiful even as she gasped in shock as she realized both my daughter and me were naked. Color blossomed across her cheeks.
"What is going on?"
"This is my daughter, Garnet," I said, putting my arm around my blonde daughter's shoulders, pulling the nubile hottie against me. She had a little bit of my cum staining her lips from blowing me on the drive over. "It's okay that we're naked. Incest is something you find wonderful, Tamara. You're glad your new step-daughter is hot, she turns you on as much as I do, and that you think it's okay that she fucks me because incest is okay. Garnet is our slut."
"It's so much fun fucking my Daddy," Garnet said. As she spoke, I ground my teeth together as the needles attacked my mind, rewriting my mind.
Tamara shook her head, then she smiled at Garnet. "Well, she is beautiful." Tamara shivered and licked her lips. Her eyes flicked back and forth between us. "But... but... Why am I your wife? What about Mitch?"
"He's a cheating asshole," I told her. "He fucks his yoga students, including my whore of an ex-wife. I just caught them. But I punished him."
"What?" she gasped, pain flashing across her face. She shook her head. "Mitch was... I mean... He..."
The hurt straining her expression stirred my heart. I knew that ache of betrayal. Ever since I realized my wife was cheating on me, I felt that. It made you question everything. Made you ask what was wrong with you that the person who promised to love and be faithful to you no longer did. It sent you reeling. It killed your self-esteem. I wallowed in mire, thought I was trapped. My wife threatened to ruin my life if I left her. She would lie about me abusing her. She was Catholic. Divorce wasn't an option for her. She wanted me to keep working, to support her while she fucked her yoga teacher.
The Halo that arrived and gave me these mind control powers had changed everything.
She stared down at her wedding ring, the diamond gleaming on there. Tears filled her eyes. She looked away, her shoulders shaking as she fought with her emotions. I couldn't let her feel terrible. She didn't deserve to feel like
she
was a mistake.
"Come on," I said, stepping inside and grabbing my new wife's shoulders. "Take me to your bathroom."
"Bathroom?" she asked, looking up, her eyes swimming with tears. She took my hand and led me inside as she furrowed her brow, surprised she was doing this. "What's going on here, Willis?"
"I'm mind-controlling you," I said. "You don't have a problem with that. You know that I won't harm you."
"Okay," she said, squeezing my hand as she led me through the living room, passed a wall that had wedding photos of her and that cheating asshole. They looked as happy as I did with my ex-wife. She had no idea in those photos that her husband would fuck any piece of ass that threw themselves at him.
My ex was such a whore. I hoped she made my son happy. He could use her for as long as he wanted.
Past the living room, she led me down a short hallway and into a small bathroom. Not a full bath, but just a sink and a toilet. It was clean, fresh smelling. She kept up the house, wanting to make her home with Mitch something special.
I hated the man more.
I turned her to face the mirror. I stood beside her, my arm around her. She would make a good wife. She would be loving. She wouldn't cheat on me. Hurt me. She would be faithful like my whore-ex should have been.
"Look at yourself," I told her.
She raised her eyes then wiped at her tears. She drew in a shuddering breath. She looked so miserable. I had to take away her pain and make her feel worthwhile again. She didn't deserve this at all.
"You are better than Mitch," I said. "He's your ex-husband because he's a cheating dog. He's such a pathetic man that you don't feel at all bad. You feel relieved. You're free of him. Free to have a man who will love you. Now that you know what he is, you don't love him at all. You despise him."
The pain burned across my thoughts. It was intense, but worth it as the pain in her face turned into anger. She stiffened beside me, her back straightening. She wasn't being crushed by her ex's actions. She wasn't feeling grief at his betrayal.