The Institute of Apotheosis Research
Daddy's Mind-Control Spreads 2: Mind-Controlled Daughters Love Their Daddy
David Shepherd
I was heading upstairs with my eldest daughter, Sarah. We had just come home and my wife, Mandy, had called us up. I whistled, in a good mood. I reached the second floor and passed my son's room. He had his door open and...
He was working hard on his homework?
I stared at Hank. At nineteen, he had turned into a real problem. Not doing his schoolwork. Skipping classes. Our good kid had gone down a dark path, and Mandy and I didn't know what to do about it. Sarah, a year older, hadn't been like this. She was a good girl.
But here was Hank doing his homework. He looked hard at work at it, too. He was leaned over his books. They were spread out on the table. I just couldn't believe it. What had changed about him? I didn't know. Was that what my wife wanted to talk to me about?
I headed down the hall to my bedroom, passing Sarah's and Amber's rooms. She was our youngest at eighteen. A cutie who was always such a good girl. I pushed open the door to my bedroom and froze in the doorway, my heart dropping out of my chest.
My wife and youngest daughter were cuddled naked and flushed on the bed. They were entwined in a way that could only be called intimate. An incestuous pairing. My blonde wife's big tits rose and fell as Amber clutched one, her blonde pigtails spilling down her bare back. Her petite form was pressed tight to my wife's, one slender thigh shoved between Mandy's legs and pressed up against her... her... pussy.
And then there was the man. He was standing over them naked, his cock thrusting out hard. The bed rumpled, room reeking of sex. My wife and daughter had fucked this man. He had screwed my wife. My Mandy. She had been my high school sweetheart. My one and only. And... and...
The pain ripped at my heart. I wanted to throw up and scream all at the same time. The world spun around me. How could she do this to me? How could she cheat on me? And how could she involve our daughter, Amber? What sort of sick and depraved--
"Relax, Mr. Shepherd," the man said and pain burned across my mind. Needles stabbed into my mind, tearing my thoughts apart.
And I relaxed. My stomach stopped roiling and the room stooped spinning. The pain was still there, but I could breathe. I could think. I could murder this man who had fucked my wife. She had thrown our lives away. Why had she done that?
"Your wife has done nothing wrong," continued the man. "It's not cheating with a god. And since I am a god, what your wife and daughter did is an act of worship that you are so proud of. That you are happy that she pleasured me. It brings you joy to know that your wife is a good woman who has never cheated on you. Never been with another
man.
I am a god, not a man. There is nothing to be jealous of. Angry about. Hurt. You're happy that she pleased your god. That she pleasured me."
As he spoke those words, my knees buckled. The pain seared my brain. A million molten needles stabbed deep into my mind. My vision washed black, stars bursting across the sea of darkness. But as he spoke, the pain faded. The jealous anger. Instead, this pride swelled in me for my wife that she had pleased a god.
Pleasured him with her body.
I staggered to the bed, the pain burning across my thoughts. I was so happy despite the agony that consumed me. I reached the bed, sitting on it. My naked wife smiled up at me. I took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. I noticed that she had some dried jizz in her bush.
The god had fucked my wife. He had taken pleasure in her. This awe fell on me. "You did so good, Mandy, honey."
"Thanks, Dave," she whispered. "I love you."
"I love you," I said, my smile so big.
"I love you, too, Daddy," Amber added. "And Mommy. She's such a wonderful mommy. She helped me learn how to have sex with you. Our god taught me so much with her help. I can blow your dick or you can fuck me."
I swallowed at that.
"There is nothing wrong with a father fucking his daughter," said the god. My thoughts blazed again. Sarah gasped behind me. "A mother making love to her daughter. A sister to her sister. Good men, faithful and loving men, rule the women of their families. Their daughters are theirs to love as much as their wives. And their daughters' daughters. Good men deserve harems. They desire their daughters. Want to make love to them. And their daughters desire them back. They want to make love to their good daddies. Are you a good man, Mr. Shepherd?"
"Yes," I said, my mind still aching from the weight of all these reservations. I glanced at Amber, lust burning in me for her. I had never thought of her as a woman. She had always been my little girl. Now... now she was a gorgeous thing cuddled up to her mother.
Then I glanced at Sarah standing in the doorway. My eldest daughter held the frame, her face twisting in pain. She panted as she looked at me with this expression of lust on her face framed by her sandy-blonde hair. Her hazel eyes burned with desire for me.
"Have you ever cheated on your wife?" asked the god, his voice powerful and hard. "Always speak the truth to me!"
"No!" I gasped, my thoughts prickling. "Never."
"See," Mandy said to the god. "He's a great man."
"Yes, he is," said the god. He stared at my youngest daughter.
She gasped and quivered next to her mother. She humped her pussy against Mandy's thigh. Amber whimpered then she panted and let out such a heavy breath. A big smile spread on her lips. Then this look of awe like something amazing had just happened.
"I have regenerated your daughter's virginity," said the god. "And made sure she's ovulating so that you can breed your first granddaughter." Then the god fixed his blue eyes on Sarah panting in the doorway. She gasped, too. "Well, she still has her virginity. And now she's ovulating, too. You have a pair of great daughters."
"Thank you, sir," I said to the god. This was all so shocking. To meet my god in the flesh. To find out that I could have sex with my daughters. That it was right and proper. "Mandy, you're okay with me..."
"Making love to our daughters?" she asked. "Just so long as I can share them with you."
"Of course," I said, stroking her cheek. "I love you."
She beamed up at me. I leaned down and kissed my naked wife. I was so glad that our god had come here and found us to be such good people. My tongue danced with Mandy's. She was such an amazing woman to want to share our daughters with me. I was so hard for them.
"Well, enjoy your daughters," said our god. "I'll just get Mandy out of the way. Have fun with them. You'll have plenty of time to enjoy them with your wife. She just has more worship she has to do. You understand, right, Mr. Shepherd?"