Submissive Incest Mind Control Spreads 3: Uncle Takes Charge of His Nieces
Agent Burt Makelroy
I sped to my sister's. I didn't know what this emergency was that had her in a panic. I had never heard her sound like that. She was a widower. Her husband had been my best friend. I had been his best man at their wedding. He asked me to take care of his wife and daughters if anything ever happened to him.
So when my sister called me up with panic, I had to come. I mean, I wasn't that far away. I never thought the Agency would send me on a mission in my own backyard. Burlington, North Carolina to watch this crazy girl who had psychic powers that made her parents dominate her and treat her like a sex slave.
It was the most fucked up shit I had ever seen.
I parked my car at the street and made sure I had my headband on that would protect me against the pyscher's influence. That was important. My sister didn't live in the area of effect of the psycher, but Bess Atwater went out often. I had to be prepared for the worst.
I didn't want to think that my sister could be brainwashed by that little degenerate.
I rushed from my car and darted up the walkway of my sister's house. I reached the door and just went on inside. It was that sort of house. I threw open the door and found something I wasn't prepared for. Something that sent my stomach lurching.
My sister, Lana, stood in dominatrix garb. She had on these black leather boots. Thigh highs. They went with the corset she wore that hid nothing. I could see my sister's big breasts quivering there, her nipples thrusting out hard. She had a riding crop in her right hand and was slapping the palm of her left. Her blonde hair fell around a face consumed by degenerate lust.
Because kneeling before her on the floor like a pair of dogs was my nieces. Cally and Betsy were both fully naked. I gaped at the sight of their barely legal bodies, Cally's breasts were round while Betsy had small boobs. Her sandy-blonde pigtails fell around them, her green eyes sparkling. Cally's blue eyes stared at me with such hope.
"No," I groaned as I realized what was happening. My headband quivered around my head, hidden by the hat I wore. "No, no, no, that bitch got to you. Bess Atwater grabbed you."
"Who?" purred my sister. She was a few years younger than me. She slapped the riding crop into her palm. "No, that doesn't matter. "Who would you like to enjoy first, big brother."
She spoke with such a breathy and husky purr. It was sensual. If she wasn't my sister, I would be turned on right now. I swallowed. I had to snap her out of this. Free her from the depraved grip of Bess Atwater's powers.
"Listen, Lana," I said, marching towards my sister. I grabbed her by the arms and stared into her blue eyes. "You're under the mind control of this girl, this perverted girl, named Bess Atwater. She made her parents into her masters. She's sick, and she has the power to control your thoughts. This isn't you."
"The Goddess," breathed my sister. "Her name is Bess Atwater. What a beautiful thing."
Her words punched me. But I couldn't let that put me off. I had to save my sister and her daughters from this madness. I just had to take them back to the Agency. They would help them. They had to help free them from this disgusting behavior.
"The Goddess commands that we need a man to rule our house," groaned Lana. "A man to dominate my daughters with me. My husband is dead. But I have a brother. I have you, Burt. You can be the man of the house. Eric would want you to--"
"Eric would never have wanted
this!"
I motioned to her daughters staring up at me with such depraved lust in their eyes. God, the house reeked of pussy. They had been doing things together. Sex toys lay on the counter.
Wet sex toys.
"I have to free you from that little bitch's power," I said. "Let's--"
"Girls, we have to help Uncle Burt to understand that he can love us," Lana moaned. "That incest is beautiful, and it's his job to be your Master and help me dominate you. Strip him!"
"What?" I gasped as the two girls sprang up gasping, "Yes, Mommy!"
My nieces were on me in a moment. I panicked as they pulled off the light jacket I wore. They ripped it off me then attacked my t-shirt. I had to stop them, but I didn't want to hurt them. I pushed Betsy back. She gasped and stumbled. Her pigtails danced as my eighteen-year-old niece grinned and rushed in at me.
She grabbed at my shirt again. She pulled it off. I groaned as they both were stripping me now. I shuddered, shaking my head. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't let this be done. I had to get them out of here. The girls ripped my t-shirt up my torso.
"If I'm supposed to be in charge," I cried as they pulled my shirt up my body, "then I order you all to stop so we can go."
"But you're not properly dressed," gasped my sister. "We have to get you in leather pants and a vest. You are the master of the house. Here, let's get that dumb hat off. You're inside, Burt!"
"No!" I cried as she grabbed the ball cap on my head and the headband. Panic shot through me. I pushed my sister back hard. She stumbled, ripping the cap off and the headband. It tumbled down before me. I grabbed at--
Pain exploded in my thoughts. I screamed as it pushed me down, drove me to my knees. I dropped to the floor as a million molten needles pushed into my mind. Darkness washed across my vision. A fuzzy night that devoured my sight. Stars danced in the black as I gripped my head. The pain was so intense as it pushed in at me. It... It...
Changed me. I could feel Bess Atwater's will like someone pushing down on me. That I had to dominate my nieces. It was the job of the man of the house. If a woman didn't have a husband to dominate her daughters, she had to find one. Her brother was the most ideal one to choose.
Me.
"Uncle Burt," my nieces called. "Uncle Burt!"
"It's Master," I growled as my vision cleared and I saw my two naked nieces on either side of me. They were both staring at me with concern, their eyes so wide. Their bodies naked. God, they were such sexy things.
Eighteen and twenty. Just such ripe, young things that had to be dominated. That needed a man to step up. Me. I rose to my feet over them and ripped my t-shirt the rest of the way off. I glanced at the headband. I
knew
I was under the psychers commands, and I did not give a single fuck.
This felt so right. I was supposed to be in charge. It all made such sense. My sister stared at me, such hope in her eyes after what she heard me say. She smiled at me, quivering with her obvious excitement over what was going on.
"Get my pants down now, sluts, and suck on my dick," I growled. "Make your uncle feel like he owns your asses. Right, Lana?"