The Institute of Apotheosis Research
Incestuous Mind Control Spreads 3: Cheating Wife Becomes Hubby's Slut
Willis Chevrolet -- The Goddess Capricorn
I left my son and my whore-wife on the street corner to spread my message. I walked on, my daughter at my side. My hand was on her ass. I squeezed Garnet's butt-cheek, loving the feel of her young rump. Twenty. Just such a perfect age.
I headed to a gym. Lots of cheating wives were found here.
I thrust my hand into the door and entered it, my thoughts radiating from my mind. I let it wash out through the room, wanting to make a perfect world. Where wives like my own were cheating skanks betraying their husbands.
So I broadcasted my will:
Wives are faithful to their husbands. But if you ever cheated, you will run to your husband and confess. He will make you into a whore. Gangbang you. Discard you. If your husband ever fucked a married woman, leave him and become the cuckolded man's faithful wife. Daughters, become your daddy's second wife or his faithful wife.
Everyone in the gym grabbed their heads. They held their temples as my thoughts pressed on their mind. I rewrote their minds. Revelation didn't come without pain. My own brain blazed with the effort of changing so many.
I pressed my desire on them, squeezing my daughter's rump. I gripped her ass hard as my thoughts changed everyone in range. The people shook their heads. Three women gasped and darted out of the door. Three cheating wives had to rush home and confess their crimes.
I focused on them and made them into repeaters.
"That's right,"
the twinned voices whispered in my mind. Male and female.
"Spread your will! Spread it far and wide!"
~ ** ~
Brendan Chaucer
My wife burst into the house as I sat in the living room watching TV. My son was stretched out on the couch on his phone. I blinked to see my wife home from the gym early. She panted, looking shocked about something. She still wore her gym clothes, a sports bra and a pair of jogging shorts that clung to her body.
"Madeline?" I asked as her big boobs quivered in her sports bra. I didn't realize she wore so little at the gym. "What is--"
My mind burned with pain. A voice--strong and powerful--pressed in on my thoughts. I grabbed the side of my head. My son groaned on the couch nearby, dropping his phone. Stars burned across my vision as the words changed me.
They talked about who wives should be faithful, and cheating wives should confess what they had done. Daughters could be faithful wives while adulterous ones had to be treated like a whore. Fucked by other men. Gangbanged.
"Fuck," I groaned as I shook my head. From the hallway, my daughter groaned. She stumbled out of the hallway as I stood from my recliner. "What as that?"
"Brendan," my wife moaned, stumbling towards me. "I'm a dirty, cheating slut!"
"What?" I gasped in shock as my wife stood before me trembling.
"I've been fucking Rick," she said. "While you're at work. I've been going across the street and letting him pound me!"
I stared at my wife in horror. Anger surged through me. She cheated on me with that prick? That disgusting whore cheated on
me.
"You fucking slut!" burst from me. "You're supposed to be faithful! You're supposed to be true!"
She cringed. "I... I know, but..." She trembled. "I'm not. I'm a dirty fucking whore. I'm so sorry. I'm just... A slut!"
"Yes, you fucking are!" I growled.
"Oh, Daddy," my daughter Amber said. She shook her head as she moved towards me, her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Eighteen, she was a slender thing. She grabbed my arm and glared at her mother. "How could you be a cheating cunt, Mom! That's disgusting. Dad's a great guy. I would never cheat on him. I would be his loving daughter-wife!"
My wife shuddered, her black hair spilling around her shoulders. "I... I... I'm just the worst."
"I'll be the perfect wife, Daddy," Amber said. "I'm so sorry that Mom's a cheating whore."
"What should we do with your mother?" I asked my new wife. My daughter was just perfect. I already loved her. It made so much sense that she would replace her mother. The words echoed in my mind. The power of those thoughts burned through me.
"You and Jared should fuck her like a whore," Amber said.
"Yeah, she's right, Dad," Jared said. My son had risen from the couch. At nineteen, he was taller than me by an inch or two. He had his mother's black hair with a serious expression. "We have to treat her like a fucking slut. She's nothing more than a dirty fucktoy now!"
"Yes," my cheating wife whimpered her body quivering.
"Suck my dick," I growled. "You've been too busy giving that fucking cock-sucker across the street blowjobs. You can give me one! Right the fuck now!"
"Yes!" my wife squeaked as she dropped to her knees.
"And take off that sports bra," my son added. "God, I've wanted to see your tits, Mom! Shit, show them, you fucking ho-bag!"
My whore-wife ripped off her sports bra, freeing her big, soft tits. My son groaned as the slut rubbed at my crotch. She undid my jeans and pulled down my fly. She drew them down. She groaned as my cock popped out. My dick bobbed before her lips.
She grabbed my cock with both hands and swallowed it. I groaned at the feel of the whore's lips sliding over my cock. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her mouth sucking my dick. She hadn't done this to me in so long.
The pleasure shot down my shaft. I groaned at the feel of her mouth working up and down my dick. She suckled on my cock with such hunger. She nursed on me with such passion. I loved the feel of her nursing on me. She suckled on me with hunger. With a sluttish need to make me cum.
"That's it, whore!" hissed my daughter. "You suck Daddy's cock. You should have been doing this from the start! Then you'd still get to be his wife. Like me!" She snuggled up to me. "Now you're just the family's whore!"
