Institute of Apotheosis Research Ch. 19

Mom came to the table with a platter of French toast and another with bacon. She set it down with a smile, her breasts swaying behind her apron. A hard, fat nipple peeked out for a moment, only a little bigger than one of mine, before it vanished out of sight.

"That smells delicious, slut," Daddy said, folding his newspaper and setting it beside his plate.

Mom beamed at him. I was starting to get why she loved cooking. It was a subtle way for her to please Daddy. He could compliment her meal, for making something delicious for him to eat and showing off her servitude, right beneath my nose.

"It does, Mom," I said, that urge to blurt out my orders rising in me. It was so hard to resist.

Georgia glanced at me, arching an eyebrow. She knew I could do things. Then she sighed and said, "Uncle... eh... Dad, can I ask a question?"

"No," he said. "You can eat your breakfast, young lady."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, sighing. She gave me another look, eyes wide, her head jerking forward towards me.

I shook my head and snagged a piece of French toast. I drizzled it with maple syrup.

It was so hard to eat breakfast as my parents made inane chatter, talking about running errands today. My stomach twisted and writhed. My pussy itched to find out the truth, a wet heat building and building in me.

But I denied it. I had to. I was the slave. I had to remember that. This was what I wanted. I had to avoid the temptation of giving into the impulse to satiate my own desires. My desires were whatever Daddy and Mommy told me they were.

I had to surrender to their will.

It made my pussy hotter and hotter. The more I resisted temptation, the more I denied myself, the more like a slave I felt. A slut-slave to my parents. My cunt felt so hot, my vulva puffy. I squirmed on my chair, a growing puddle of my spicy juices forming beneath me, filling the air with my excitement.

Finally, Daddy pushed away the plate, glancing at me. He held his mug of coffee--something he needed every morning--and nodded to me. "It's nice to see you practicing self control like a proper young lady."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, my back straightening.

"So you're probably wondering how Georgia is my daughter."

I nodded my head. Georgia let out a groan beside me.

"I met your mother through the small BDSM community on our college. Wayne was the president of our university's chapter. It was an underground club, only about a dozen members. Your mother was already so into it when I met her, Bess. And she had convinced her sister to give it a try. The first time I bound up slut and whipped her ass..." My Daddy stared at Mom, such a look of love in his eyes. "Well, she was beautiful. I'd never seen anything as radiant as her until you were born."

I smiled at him.

"We started dating. She became my primary slave," Dad continued. "But the masters still liked to swap around our girls. It wasn't uncommon for me to play with a few different girls, sometimes with your mother, sometimes when she was with another master."

My stomach twisted. I didn't like that at all. I didn't want to be shared with another guy. I only wanted my daddy to be my master. And it didn't feel right for Mom to be touched by other guys, too. She was Daddy's slut.

"The only girl your mom didn't play with directly was whore, of course." He glanced at Georgia. "Your mom. We thought incest was wrong until Bess... reprogrammed us."

"Now I want to play with my sister," Mom moaned. "With Father and Master."

"Master?" I frowned. "Who's that?"

"Your Uncle Wayne."

"He is not your Master!" I hissed, something dark boiling up inside of me. "You belong only to Daddy! We all only belong to Daddy! You can't ever want to be touched by another man. Daddy can never give you to another man! Only he gets to play with us, with his daughters, with his slut and whore!"

The prickles burned through my mind. My vision fuzzed almost entirely black. It was like when I changed them into liking incest, into punishing me. I had to rewrite their minds so much. My parents... accepted this.

"Other men can share their women if they want," I hissed, "but not you, Daddy! You don't ever want to share us."

He shook his head. "No, no... Never. You're all mine and..." He gave me a hard look. "You're giving commands."

"Necessary ones, Daddy," I said even knowing I went too far. I didn't care. I wouldn't be shared. "But if you feel the need to punish me, that's fine. I'll accept. I'm your young lady, Daddy. Only yours."

Georgia nodded beside me. "Only yours, Daddy."

"Your father and I always thought monogamy was... an outdated idea, but..." Mom swallowed. "I can see what you mean. Your father is so special and..." She stared at Daddy. "Your slut only wants to be your slave. Your slut only wants your masculine hands touching her, no other. Not even... Wayne."

Daddy nodded.

Georgia swallowed. "So... was I a mistake? How did I...?"

"After college, I married your father and your mother married Wayne. We both wanted to have children, to be bred at the same time. We had some tests run and it turned out Wayne... Wayne is infertile. So he asked your father to breed your mother with me. Whore and I are pretty much on the same cycle, so your father fucked us both around the same time. It didn't quite work out, it's why you're a little older, Georgia. But we tried to be bred at the same time."

"So he knows that I'm not his real daughter," Georgia said.

"He loves you like his daughter," Mom said. "Father was just... the sperm donor. We never planned to tell you but... Things have changed."

"So he... let himself be cuckolded," I said. "He let the better man breed his woman."

Daddy gave me a sharp look. A commanding look. I closed my mouth.

"We invited them over to play tonight," Mom said. "Now... Maybe we should cancel? But how do we get Wayne to understand he can't touch his wife again because..." Mom frowned, giving me a look. "Because whore is yours, Father."

"Leave that to me," I said, my stomach churning. They were going to let Wayne touch me? He was a handsome man, but he wasn't my Daddy. Maybe... Maybe I could have let him play with Georgia, but learning he was a cuckold... That he let another man touch his woman...

I shook my head. I didn't like that one bit. A real man shouldn't be so weak.

"After you girls shower and get ready, we're going out," Daddy said. "I have some errands to run with you girls. But first, Georgia, can you bend over the table. I need to examine your ass."

"Yes, Daddy," she said and rose. She pushed aside her dish and then pressed her round breasts against it. I couldn't help staring at the sweep of her back towards her rump, her flesh pale and curvy.

I had the sudden urge to play with her.

Daddy stood up and moved around the table. He grabbed her ass, showing how he owned her the way a man should own a young lady. He parted her butt-cheeks, staring at her asshole. Then he glanced at me.

"Do you see anything wrong about her ass, young lady?"

I frowned. I stood up and peered closer as he massaged her rump, his thumbs digging into her pale-beige flesh. I caught a glimpse of her puckered sphincter. I shook my head, not sure what I should be seeing. It looked like a cute ass.

"Sorry, Daddy, I don't."

"We spanked her hard last night," Mom said. "She should still have a red ass. You both should."

"Well, the nanites in me heal me, right? That's what you said, Daddy?" A slight tingle ran across my mind. I flushed, not meaning to give him a command.

"That's what the instruction manual said. I read all sixty-seven pages of the English section last night. Your nanites have effect on other people, too."

"Yes, yes, you said it gave your cock stamina, Daddy. So you could fuck all your slaves."

He nodded, smiling. His cock was hard, nuzzling at Georgia's thigh. A hot thrill ran through me. "But your nanites do other things, too. While you and your sister were sleeping tight last night, they healed her spanked ass. Like I thought."

"Is that important?" I asked.

"Piercings normally take a while to heal," he said.

Piercings? What was Daddy talking about?

"Especially clitoral piercings," he continued. "I haven't had your mother pierced yet because, well, I just didn't want to deny myself her pussy for a month while she healed. But with you..."

"I gasped in understanding, my pussy clenching.

"A slave needs to be marked," he said, staring down at me.

A flutter ran through me. I nodded my head, a whimper building in my throat. "A slave should be marked."

Daddy's cock throbbed. I stared at it, a hot surge of desire shooting through me while my nipples and clit ached and throbbed. I wanted to suck on it. I wanted to take it into my pussy and my asshole. I rested my head on sister's rump, staring at it.

"We have time, Father," Mom said, grabbing plates and clearing them. "If you need to satiate yourself. Our appointment isn't until 11."

"Yes, yes, can we indulge, Daddy?" I purred, loving the silky heat of my sister's rump against my face.

"You were a good young lady" he said, staring at me. "I suppose you deserve a reward."

"Thank you, Daddy," I moaned.

"Lick your sister's asshole. Indulge your naughty mouth and get her nice and wet for my cock. I need to take her last virginity. I was going to trade her to the body piercer, use her anal cherry to pay for it, but... we have other options."

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, my pussy clenching. I didn't feel jealousy that he wasn't going to fuck me. I was just one of his slaves. I had to please him. That made my pussy so happy.

Daddy pulled away from Georgia. My sister shivered as I moved around to kneel behind her. My fingers dug into her butt-cheeks. I parted her and stared at her asshole in utter delight. It was so amazing to look at her. I licked my lips, so eager to feast on her. To make her squeal in delight. I smelled her sour musk mixing with the tangy aroma of her pussy.

I hungered to feast on my sister. To pleasure her with my tongue. It was so amazing that she was my sister and not just my cousin. No wonder we felt so close. A giddy rush shot through me from my cunt. A dizzy exhilaration. I held onto her rump, an anchor against my excitement.

I buried my face between her butt-cheeks and licked her asshole.

"Bess!" she gasped, her rump clenching, her asscheeks pressing into my face. "Oh, Bess, that's so nasty. I love it."

Juices trickled out of my boiling pussy as my tongue danced around her sphincter. I teased her naughty hole, drinking in her sour musk. My tongue wiggled and pressed against her cherry opening, getting her so ready for that wonderful treat of being fucked by our daddy's cock. I swirled my tongue faster, caressing that slick, velvety opening.

It felt so naughty on my tongue. My fingers dug into her rump as she let out a low moan. Her hips wiggled. The table creaked as she squirmed. I pressed my tongue harder against her, her anal ring so tight.

It surrendered to my tongue.

I wiggled in just an inch into her bowels. My eyes squeezed shut at just how wicked this was. I had my tongue in my sister's rectum. I was such a slut. A whore. A slave doing this for my daddy's delight. I couldn't help my shivers as I knelt there, pussy juices leaking down my thighs.

"Oh, Bess, wow," groaned my sister. "Ooh, you're just getting me ready for our daddy."

"Uh-huh," I moaned, my hand sliding up her thigh. I found her shaved pussy lips. I stroked her plump vulva, her juices staining my fingers. "Just relax and let me get you so ready."

I pressed my tongue against her asshole again as Mom hummed, collecting more dishes. I shuddered, her normal domesticity contrasting to the incestuous delights I shared with my sister. My tongue popped into my sister's bowels, wiggling deeper, making her groan.

Daddy's hands suddenly seized my hips. I gasped as he grunted and rammed his cock into my juicy pussy. He filled me in a heartbeat. One moment, I had an empty cunt, the next his amazing dick filled me. My twat clenched around his girth, my clit loving the feel of his heavy balls resting against it, so full of his cum.

I hoped he would breed me and Georgia. To knock us up at the same time.

I wiggled and swirled my tongue around my sister's asshole as Daddy groaned. His hand slid up my body to my nipples. He grabbed them, pinching them hard. Pain flared down to my pussy, my snatch squeezing down so hard as he drew back his dick and rammed it into my juicy depths.

"You're going to have gold rings pierced through these fat nubs," he groaned, abusing my nipples with his strong fingers.

I whimpered in pain into my sister's asshole, the rapture washing out of my pussy engulfing the agony.

"I'm going to have the rings soldered together. Solid gold that you can never remove. And on your clit, too. I'm going to lead you, your sister, your mother, and your aunt around like my personal slaves held on my leashes, young lady."

He pulled on my nipples, stretching out my small titties. I whimpered into my sister's cunt, my pussy claiming down on his dick. I whimpered, my hips dancing, swirling my whore-snatch around his dick, massaging him with my incestuous flesh.

"She loves that idea, Father," Mom said from the kitchen. "Look at her moan. She's tonguing your daughter's asshole with all her might."

"She is, Daddy," Georgia moaned. "Oh, my god, she's got her tongue so deep into me and her fingers... They're playing with my clit, Daddy. The clit that you'll pierce. I want to make you so happy. I want you to lead me around like a bitch, Daddy!"

Daddy groaned and fucked me faster. His balls thwacked into my clit. Pleasure sparked through my body. Waves of heat buffeted me. They made me whimper and groan. My tongue shoved deeper into my sister's sour bowels. My fingers danced on her clit, her juices coating my fingers.

Bliss rippled through me with every plunge of my daddy's thick shaft. This taboo dick created both Georgia and me. Now it fucked me. Fucked us. It gave me such taboo pleasure. I shuddered, squeezing my snatch down on his dick, drinking in the feel of him. This wonderful shaft. He would give me so much pleasure.

He twisted and tugged on my fat nipples. The pain jolted through me. I whimpered into my sister's asshole. I sucked on her butthole, tongue her, did all I could to ready her for the thick shaft fucking in and out of my cunt. My thumb rubbed through her hot cunt's folds as I massaged her clit.

Then I jammed it into her.

"Bess!" she gasped, her silky depths sucking at my thumb. I pumped it in and out of her, making her squirm and moan. Her passion echoed through the kitchen, mixing with the sounds of Mom washing dishes.

"Ooh, make her cum so hard, young lady," Mom said brightly. "You're doing so well, honey. You're making Georgia moan and your Father... Well, he sounds like he's in heaven fucking that tight, barely legal cunt."

I shuddered, rubbing harder on Georgia's pussy. I wanted to make them both cum. My sister and my daddy. I bucked back into the hard thrusts ramming into my cunt. I thrust my tongue as deep as I could into Georgia's asshole while my thumb fucked in and out of her snatch. Her juices dribbled down my arm.

I moaned and groaned. The pleasure swelled inside of me. Daddy's cock felt incredible. He grunted and groaned, tugging hard on my nipples. He jerked them, sending flares of agony shooting through me. It was incredible.

"Yes, yes, yes, young lady," he growled. "Make your sister cum. That's what good sister's do."

I whimpered and groaned into my sister's sour sphincter, squeezing my pussy down on his dick. My tongue danced inside of her. I caressed her velvety flesh. She grunted and groaned, her juicy snatch squeezing down on my tongue.

"Oh, my god, Daddy, I'm going to cum on her naughty mouth! And her thumb! May I?" Georgia's asshole clenched about my probing tongue. "May I cum on Bess's mouth and thumb, Daddy?"

"You may, young lady," growled Daddy, his dick slamming so hard and deep into my cunt.

I shuddered, waves of delight surging through me. I fucked my thumb as fast as I could in and out of her pussy. I wanted to give my sister all the bliss I could. My body trembled, hovering on the verge of my own orgasm.

I held it back. I fought against the rapture burning in my cunt from Daddy's thrusting dick to the pain throbbing through my abused nubs. I put up a bulwark, holding off, straining. My snatch squeezed down so hard as I resisted. I focused my all on pleasing my daddy and my sister.

On being a good slut-slave.

"Yes, yes, yes," Daddy grunted. "Make your sister cum, young lady! Love her!"

"She is, Daddy!" gasped Georgia. "She... Yes!"

Her pussy spasmed about my thumb. Hot juices gushed out around my hand. Her asshole writhed. I felt her flesh convulsing. My tongue wiggled through her, reveling in making her erupt. My eyes squeezed shut, a moan rising in my throat.

My pussy drank in Daddy's hard, incestuous shaft reaming me. He pounded my eighteen-year-old cunt so hard. He fucked me with such passion. He created me. He created us both. I shuddered, stars burning across my vision.

"Fuck, young lady!" Daddy grunted, pinching my nipples so hard a new flare of agony shot through me.

Then his cum erupted into my pussy. His seed pumped into my fertile cunt. I whimpered as he grunted, enjoying every moment of pumping me full of his spunk. Stars washed across my vision as the pleasure surged through me, crashing into my resolve.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes you're such a good girl, young lady," Mom moaned. "You pleasured them both."

"You did, young lady," Daddy growled. "Cum. Let me feel that pussy spasming about my dick."

"Yes!" I squealed, my head snapping up from my sister's butt-cheeks.

My pussy convulsed about my daddy's spurting cock. My cunt milked him. I groaned, shivering. My body quaked as I milked his cock dry with my hungry pussy. My snatch writhed about him, sucking in every drop of his jizz I could. His sperm surged into me, filling me up with all that yummy heat.

I trembled. I whimpered. I loved it. It was so amazing. It was so hot to be filled with all that delicious spunk. It spilled through my pussy. That heat washed out of me. I thrust my tongue deep into Georgia's spasming cunt as the incestuous pleasure drowned my mind.

I pleased my daddy.

"Her asshole's ready for you, Daddy," I whimpered, resting my head on my sister's ass. "She's nice and wet, and my pussy soaked your cock for her."

"You did a good job, young lady," he said, pulling his dick out of me. "Now help your mother clean up."

"Yes, Daddy," I purred. I wanted to stay, to play, but it sent such a naughty thrill through me that I was sent away. That I had to go and help my mother clean while Daddy used his other slave-daughter to satiate his cock.

I rose on unsteady feet. His cum leaked out of me, running down my flesh, a constant reminder that he fucked me. My nipples throbbed, the dull ache melting away. Soon... I would be pierced. All of us would be.

I couldn't wait.

"Daddy!" Georgia squealed. I looked over my shoulder and smiled as I witnessed our father's pussy-lubed cock working into her virgin asshole. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, that's so amazing, Daddy! Does my ass make your cock feel amazing?"

"Yes, it does, young lady."

Mom put her arm around my shoulder. "I know... It's so beautiful to watch, isn't it?"

I nodded my head, so glad I had my mind control powers. That I arranged for all of this. I didn't resist as Mom led me to the kitchen sink. Georgia's grunts and groans echoed while we washed the dishes like a pair of good slaves.

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Alexis whimpered and moaned, her brother's cock fucking her pussy, the ropes bound tight about her body. His second attempt had her arms pressed together behind her back, her fingers down by her rump. Her tits jiggled and bounced, squeezed by the lengths of hemp around them. The eighteen-year-old loved it.