Submissive Incest Mind Control Chapter 3: Daughter’s Bondage Punishment

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Submissive Incest Mind Control

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Three: Daughter’s Bondage Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

I whimpered into the ring gag, keeping my mouth forced open, as my mother worked the butt plug into my asshole. My well-spanked rump burned as her left hand gripped it, her right pressed the conical toy deeper and deeper into me. Saliva ran down my chin, leaking out of my mouth. The ring kept my mouth open wide enough to suck my dad’s cock while keeping me from being able to talk.

It made me feel so helpless. Though I had gained mind control powers from the strange halo that the weird Institute of Apotheosis had sent me. With it, I had educated my parents to stop being such hippies when it came to disciplining me. No more wanting to talk, no more thinking my misbehavior was a cry for attention. Now they punished me. Spanked me. Tied me up.

Fucked me.

The butt plug popped into my asshole. I groaned, my newly deflowered pussy clenching. I whimpered, my eighteen-year-old body trembling. My hands pulled at the cuffs binding them behind my back. My legs shifted as much as the spreader bar would allow. I groaned, my bowels clenching down on the toy filling me up, trapping my dad’s cum in me.

It was so wild. I couldn’t believe that my parents were into BDSM.

“Dinner is ready, Father,” Mom said. She called dad that when they were playing their BDSM games. She was his submissive. I know where I got my desire to be dominated from.

“Sounds great,” Dad said, stretching, naked and hunky. He stood tall, his hair black like mine, so strong and sexy. I shivered, my pussy clenched as my juices ran down my thighs. His cock wasn’t hard, but it was still so impressive.

He’d fucked all my holes.

“Free her, slut,” Dad ordered.

“Yes, Father.”

I groaned in relief as my mother freed my wrists. I finally could move. I’d been bound for hours as part of my punishment. She removed the spreader bar next then finally took out the ring gag. I worked my jaw, trying to get feeling back into it. I shuddered at being ungagged, now able to order my parents around with my new mind control powers.

I didn’t want to.

“Come on, you naughty whore,” Mom said as I sat up, my small breasts jiggling, both my fat nipples aching, pinched by nipple clamps. “I bet you’re starving.”

“Yes, Mother,” I said, my voice a little raw, sore from lack of use.

I stood up and groaned as the nipple clamps pulled at my nubs. The butt plug shifted in my rear. I shivered, my stomach twisting. I let out a whimper of pain. Fresh throbbing assaulted my nipples. Fresh pain that washed through me and made my pussy clench. Such a delicious, wonderful, naughty sensation.

I drank in the pain. I absorbed it. It made me feel so wicked. I breathed in deeply against it.

Mom smiled at me and put her arms around my shoulder. “Young lady, you love it, don’t you?”

I nodded my head.

She kissed me on the forehead. Then I lifted my lips. Mom hesitated, maybe some residual question at her actions, before she kissed me. I had to mind control her into accepting incest. Into being dominant for me like Dad was.

I groaned into her kiss while Dad watched us. He had a grin on his face that proclaimed how lucky he was.

I walked with Mom out of their bedroom, glancing into my bedroom. The box the Halo came in was gone; no packing peanuts littered the hallway. My mom was a clean freak. She couldn’t abide anything disordering her house for too long. Not that she would ever yell at me about it in the past. She would just brightly tell me, “An orderly house is so much better than a cluttered one. I hope one day you see that, but it’s okay for you to express your individuality.”

At least the new her would discipline me now instead of being so frustratingly understanding.

Going down the stairs made me whimper. My breasts bounced more, the nipple clamps tugging on my abused nubs while the butt plug really stirred in my cum-filled bowels. It stimulated me in a nice way, adding a tingling heat that met the jolts of pain shooting from my tits.

Every step reminded me of their domination. It was amazing. Finally, thanks to the halo and my mind control powers, I had the parents I wanted. I had more than I imagined. I had all my kinky fantasies fulfilled and in ways I never imagined.

BDSM!

How deliciously exciting.

I sucked in a breath as I sat down, my spanked butt-cheeks reminding me of Dad’s punishment. I whimpered, my butt plug pushed deeper into my bowels. My hands clenched as I groaned through my clenched teeth. I drank in the pain. I welcomed it.

My parents disciplined me!

Part of me wanted to cry. Not from the pain, but from the joy.

“I love that feeling,” Mom said to me as she carried the salad she’d made from the kitchen. “That wonderful reminder of your father’s hand. There were times I drove you to school with my ass burning from being spanked the night before.”

I still couldn’t believe that they did this. I wanted to talk, but then I might give them orders. I shouldn’t do that. I had all this power, but I needed to be controlled by them. I needed to be dominated. It was the proper way of things.

Dad took the head of the table, seating there the way the patriarch should. Strong and commanding as Mom came in with the tuna casserole, a savory scent filling the air. She must have left it to stay warm in the oven while they came upstairs to play with me.

“I read the instruction manual that came with your box,” Dad said as Mom dished up his food. She always dished up the food. I never realized that it was a sign that she was serving him. I felt so blind.

Then I realized what Dad said. I blinked and stared at him.

“I know what you did to us, young lady,” he said.

“You’re not angry but happy I did it,” I said, speaking clearly. “Both of you.” A tiny prickle ran across my thoughts as I changed them ever so slightly.

“Of course we are happy, young lady,” Mom said, dishing up my food now. “We both understand that it was wrong of us not to discipline you.”

“It’s an… interesting device,” Father continued. “It has effects on your body. It speeds up your body’s recovery. Your ass is already healing. I spanked you hard, and you won’t even have bruises by tomorrow. I’m going to have to spank you often to make the discipline stick.”

A wonderful shiver ran through me.

“When your done with dinner, you will text your cousin and get her to come over here.” His eyes fell on me, something hungry stirring in them. “She has to be punished for wrecking my car with you, young lady.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said a hot wave washing through me. “She’s a naughty slut, too.”

There was something in his eyes. Something so powerful. I knew he’d thought about fucking me—I mean, I was masturbating and moaning how I wanted him to fuck me for a while to see how far I could push my parents—but did he also want to fuck Georgia? She was a brassy-haired girl with blue eyes.

She was a hottie.

I couldn’t wait. I dug into my food. I had to eat as fast as possible.

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Deidre Icke, President of the Institute of Apotheosis, shivered as her ex-husband said, “We should buy some of the equipment like the goddess’s parents own.”

Deidre swallowed as she stared at the screen of Bess Atwater eating her food as fast as possible, eager to be a submissive slut for her parents. The gods each had their own lessons to teach. The previous four had dominated to some extent, but now there was a goddess showing how to be a good submissive. How someone should submit to a father or a husband.

Or an ex-husband?

“You want to make sure our daughter is punished?” she asked Robert. Together, they had twins, Alex and Alexis. Since the last god, Randy Lyon, had revealed brothers should fuck and breed their sisters, Alex and Alexis had been inseparable, their flesh united once more, joined together the way it once had been in Deidre’s womb.

“I think our son has her in hand,” Robert said. “But what about you? You’re a naughty wife.”

A hot shiver ran through Deidre’s body. The third god, Michael Horne, had shown that wives needed to be punished when they were cheating whores. Like Deidre had been. She’d destroyed her marriage with her affair. She hadn’t meant to cheat on Robert, but they were working so hard to make Dr. Blavatsky’s vision of the new gods come true after the death of him and his wife. She’d grown apart from Robert, and…

“Maybe we should,” she said, her pussy on fire. Since her punishment, the rift between them had slowly mended. They were becoming a family again because of the new gods.

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I knelt naked before the door, trembling, waiting for Georgia to arrive. She texted she’d be right over. For Georgia, that could be in the next few minutes or the next hour. I had invited her to stay over. My mom had to talk to her mom because unlike me, Georgia’s parents actually punished her. Despite being eighteen, they grounded her because she still lived at home. Even being grounded would have been an improvement over the way they had treated me.

I trembled, so eager for her to arrive, to be punished, too. She deserved it. I didn’t have the nipple clamps on. I squirmed, my rump resting on my calves, the butt plug filling my bowels. Dad was right. My ass didn’t burn nearly as much as it had an hour ago. The nanites in me that let my brain waves write over others also healed my body, gave me more sexual stamina, and had effects on those in my life.

“Father will have more virility,” Mom had explained as we ate dinner like a family. “Which is good if he has another submissive girl to please.”

My pussy leaked juices. I felt so swollen there. I wished I was gagged, but I would have to give Georgia directions. Mom bustled in the kitchen, humming as she cleaned the way she always did. She was naked save for the apron.

“We don’t have to hide things from Bess any longer,” Dad had said, “so, slut, you will go naked Halkalı Escort at all times. You can wear an apron though. I like seeing you in your apron.”

Mom had giggled like a little girl.

Finally, after waiting for an eternity kneeling before the door, but was only like fifteen minutes, I heard footsteps crunching up the path. I hoped it was my cousin. A shadow moved through the frosted windows in our front door. It opened.

Georgia and I spent enough time at the other’s house that we just walked in. We were family, our mothers were sisters. She burst in wearing a pair of tight jeans and a belly shirt that cupped her round breasts. We were both eighteen, only a few months apart in age. I felt like she was my sister. I told her everything, how I masturbated to my father (which she thought was hot) to how I misbehaved at home to get them to punish me.

“Hey, Bess, what’s so…” Her jaw dropped as she stared at me. “Holy shit, are you just going full nudist to see how far your parents will let you go? What did your mom say when she saw you? I bet it was, ‘Oh, what an interesting phase you’re going through, Bess. I fully support your expression. It’s your body and you should be proud of it.’ Am I close?”

“Something even better,” I said, staring up at her. “When a young lady is bad and naughty, she needs to be punished. Hard. She has to be spanked and bound and treated like a BDSM slave.”

My thoughts prickled hard. My cousin gasped, the words so alien to her. My vision fuzzed for a moment, my brainwaves working so hard to change her, to mold her. She blinked at me as everything shifted in her.

“And when you make your parents have to discipline you, then you have to satiate them. You have to let them use your body,” I continued. This hurt more. The pain almost overwhelmed me for a moment. But my dad wanted me to say these words, to explain it to her. “It excites you to please your parents, the person who punishes you, with your body.”

“Holy shit,” Georgia said, shaking her head, her blue eyes wide. “Are you saying…?”

“My parents used me, Georgia,” I said, hopping to my feet, my bowels squeezing down on my butt plug. “They punished me for being a bad girl. And… you were a bad girl, too, Georgia. What does that mean?”

“That I need to be punished,” she said, her eyes widening. “Oh, shit, I need to go home to my parents.”

“No!” I shouted, more prickling electrified my thoughts. I couldn’t let her leave. Dad wanted to punish her. Fuck her. “My parents can discipline you, too. You’re my cousin. You’re family! You have to submit to my parents. To let them use you, too.”

“Oh, damn,” Georgia groaned. “Wow… That’s… Wow…”

I nodded my head. I took her hand and pulled her into the house. “You have to strip. Naughty young ladies have to go naked in this house.”

A faint prickle. After what I’d just done to her brain, this was only a small correction. Her hands shot to the hem of her top. She pulled it off, her round breasts jiggling in her bra. I was so jealous of her tits. They were bigger than mine. She had fat, pink nipples like Mom and me, but her tits were a nice B cup verging on a C where I had little A’s. It sucked. We were the same age.

Shame the Halo couldn’t give me bigger tits.

Georgia reached behind her. She shrugged her shoulders out of the straps. Her breasts came into sight, her pink nipples hard and thrusting forward, just perfect to be clamped. To be played with. I couldn’t help reaching over and tweaking one.

She gasped. “I guess… we’ll be… doing stuff, too.”

“Oh, yes,” I nodded, my pussy growing wetter. I hadn’t ever really thought of my cousin in a sexual way, but… God, she was sexy. “You got the hots for me.” My thoughts prickled harder.

“Wow,” Georgia said. “I do. It’s like… Like you’re… you’re opening my eyes.”

I just grinned at her as she wiggled out of her jeans. She pushed them down her lithe legs, revealing the thong she wore beneath. I licked my lips. I’d seen her naked so many times, I knew she had a shaved pussy, but now I wanted to witness her body. To lust over it. She pushed down her thong.

I groaned at the sight of her shaved twat, this tight, virginal slit. Like me, she hadn’t had sex, but she wanted it. Just waiting for the right boy to come along. Or the right man. I shivered, so thrilled that she would lose her virginity to the same man who took mine.

“Oh, Georgia, you’ve blossomed into such a beautiful young lady,” Mom said as she walked naked into the room, holding a ball gag in her hand. Like the ring gag, it had a lock on it. I had to stay gagged, or I would just start giving orders.

I shouldn’t be in power longer than was necessary. I needed to be dominated. Controlled.

“Hey, Aunt Meredith,” my cousin said, blinking at the sight of my naked mother, her light-brown hair swaying about her hair.

Mom’s green eyes sparkled as she held up the ball gag. I didn’t resist as she shoved the red ball into my mouth. Then she pulled the straps tight about my head, the lock clicking into place. A flutter of panic shot through me.

I was no longer in control. I had lost all my power. I had to be truly submissive now. And it was wonderful. That helplessness only made me groan. Made me shiver. Made my pussy burn and ache. This was so wonderful. This is what I craved.

I just had to gain superpowers to gain it.

“Follow, young ladies,” Mom said, her voice stern. “Father awaits.”

“Father?” whispered Georgia, shooting me a questioning glance. “Oh, right, can’t talk.”

I just moaned, wanting to tell her. My teeth pressed into the rubber, the flavor filling my mouth.

Naked, we padded after my mother, the butt plug shifting in my bowels. My eyes fell on her ass, swaying back and forth. She kept in great shape, her body lush and firm. It made my pussy ache and burn. Excitement swept through me, this flush of heat that washed down my veins. My sexual juices flowed, matting my black bush. I shivered, trembling, so eager for this.

Daddy waited in the living room, sitting naked on his recliner, his cock hard and rampant before him. He grinned like a sultan witnessing his harem parading before him, his strong eyes feasting on our flesh. I shivered as Mom knelt before him.

I fell to my knees on her right, the butt plug shifting in my ass, sending an exciting wave through me After a moment, Georgia joined us, her cheeks red, her brassy-brown hair swaying about her shoulders. Her round breasts had such a nice bounce to them. She shivered, licking her lips, looking so nervous.

Daddy surveyed us then his eyes fell down on Georgia. “You were a naughty slut today, Georgia, by helping my daughter steal my Mustang and wrecking it, weren’t you?”

“Sorry, sir,” Georgia said, her voice tight and throaty. “I didn’t think we’d wreck it. We just wanted to show off.”

“You didn’t think about the consequences,” he growled. “You and Bess never do. You just think you can do whatever you want. It’s our fault. Your parents, my wife, me. We were lax with all of you. We didn’t take you and Bess in hand and treat you like the wanton sluts you are.”

“Sluts?” groaned Georgia. “I’m a virgin, sir.”

“But you have those wanton desires. You’ve thought about doing such wicked things. It drives you to misbehave, doesn’t it? That hot cunt between your thighs makes you do wicked things.”

Georgia shivered. “Yes, sir,” she said, her blue eyes wide, her voice sounding shocked like she couldn’t believe she was answering him. “I… I do have a hot cunt between my thighs.” Her cheeks flamed now. “I… I…”

“That’s okay, young lady,” Mom said, rubbing her back. “Your mother and I both have hot cunts, too. But when you’re bad, you have to be punished.” Mom leaned against her. “Look at his cock. Look at how hard it is. Because of you, you naughty slut.”

“Me, Aunt Meredith?”

“You, my daughter, and me.” Mom licked Georgia’s ear, her hand sliding down to grope my cousin’s ass. My pussy dripped. I wanted to speak. My tongue pressed on the ball gag, wishing to shove it out of my mouth. But I couldn’t. I had to be silent. Powerless.

Vulnerable.

“We’re all such wanton whores. And we need to be controlled. Punished.” Mom nipped Georgia’s ear. “You made that cock hard, so suck it, slut. Suck it while taking your punishment.”

“I’ve never sucked a cock before,” Georgia whispered even as she moved, her body obeying because of my commands. “I don’t know how.”

“You’ll figure it out, young lady,” Daddy growled. “You’re going to make me cum with that mouth.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned as she rose, her hands grabbing his thighs. She bent over, her breasts swaying, her brassy hair falling down past her face. Her hands grabbed his thighs, squeezing his muscular thighs as she leaned over.

My pussy clenched as I watched her mouth coming closer and closer to his dick. I whimpered into my ball gag. His shaft twitched. My cousin licked her lips moments before she reached my father’s cock. Her tongue flicked out, brushing the tip of his cock, gathering a drop of precum. For a breathless moment, the drop glistened on her tongue.

Then she pulled it into her mouth.

I swayed as she licked again and again. She was pleasing my father. She was making amends for what we did today. He groaned, pleasure crossing his face as her tongue danced across the crown of his dick. Then her lips kissed it, nuzzled at it, sucked at it.

Her mouth slid over his cock. She moaned as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing. Her breasts swayed as she trembled, sucking her first-ever cock. My mouth watered at the sight of my cousin blowing my daddy.

Because of me.

“That’s it, young lady,” Daddy groaned, her saliva staining his shaft as she pleasured him. “Work that whore-mouth up and down my dick.”

I glanced at my cousin’s ass wiggling back and forth, her rump pale and ivory. Juices glistened on her virgin pussy lips, her vulva so plump and red. Cream fell down her thighs, thick rivulets were dribbling down her flesh. It looked so yummy. I wanted to eat her and…

And I couldn’t. I didn’t have my ring gag in my mouth. Escort Bayan Maybe I should order my parents to only use that gag…

No! They controlled me. I had to remember that. I couldn’t let this power seduce me.

“The slut is making amends,” Daddy groaned. “But she needs to be punished. She needs to have that naughty ass spanked.”

“Yes, Father,” Mom moaned then glanced at me. “On your feet, young lady. We have to discipline your naughty cousin.”

My eyes widened. Did she mean…?

She did. We were going to spank Georgia, at Daddy’s command, while she sucked him. I groaned as I rose, my pussy growing even hotter, my butt plug shifting in me. This was so wicked. This was so wild. I stared at my cousin’s rump, standing on her left. She needed to have that crimson flush blushing her cheeks staining her rear.

Mom cocked back her arm, hand open wide, and smacked down.

CRACK!

The stinging sound sent a flutter through me, my bowels clenching down on my butt plug. A bright, red handprint blossomed on my cousin’s rump. She moaned on my daddy’s cock. She sucked hard, making a sloppy noises. It was so hot. So nasty. And it was my turn.

I drew back my hand, trembling, a strange exhilaration surged through me as Daddy’s dark eyes stared at me. My hand snapped down. The air streaked by. And then—

SMACK!

I felt the stinging impact in my hand. Her butt-cheek rippled. Red rose to the surface. Proof that I had punished her for my daddy. My cousin groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. She sucked so hard on his cock, sounding so wanton.

CRACK!

Mom’s hand fell down on her right butt-cheek, landing in a different spot, spreading the red.

SMACK!

My pussy clenched as my hand landed on my cousin’s left butt-cheek. I loved the sound. The sting on my hand. The blush of her ass.

“That’s it,” Daddy groaned, voice growing thick with pleasure. His hand grabbed Georgia’s brassy hair, holding it tight in his fist. “Suck my cock while you take your punishment, young lady.”

Yes!

CRACK!

Georgia moaned, her hips wiggling from Mom’s hand.

SMACK!

I whimpered as I landed my third spanking on her ass, feeling the heat of her rump. I gave her a squeeze.

CRACK!

SMACK!

CRACK!

SMACK!

The rhythm of the spanking echoed through the living room. I swayed and groaned, the sound rippling around us. Georgia moaned, sucking harder and harder, bobbing her mouth as she took her punishment. More and more of her pussy juices dribbled down her thighs, down my mother’s thighs, down mine. We were all wet, the scents of our hot cunts mixing in the air.

Perfuming the punishment.

Her ass grew brighter and brighter red, grew hotter and hotter. I savored every impact. I was merely an extension of Daddy’s will, dispensing his punishment on the whore. It made me dizzy with delight to serve him. To ensure that he received such pleasure.

“That’s it, young lady,” he growled. Then his dark eyes flicked from me to my mother. “Spank the naughty whore. And slut… harder. Make her feel it.”

“Yes, Father,” Mom groaned.

CRACK!

Georgia yelped about my father’s cock, tears falling down her face. But her back arched her rump up at us. Though it hurt her, she craved more. She wanted to keep being disciplined. To keep being spanked.

SMACK!

I gave it to her. I punished my slutty cousin, my thighs rubbing together, my clit on fire. I wanted to masturbate, but Daddy hadn’t given me any orders to. It was so hard to deny myself. I was a goddess. The institute had given me these powers.

But I submitted to my daddy.

CRACK!

SMACK!

“Take your punishment, young lady,” Daddy groaned.

“Yes, yes, suck his cock!” Mom hissed.

CRACK!

“Suck on my dick so hard, young lady!”

SMACK!

My cousin whimpered, her entire body shook as Daddy groaned. His face contorted with rapture. I moaned into my ball gag as he came into my cousin’s mouth. He pumped blast after blast of his spunk down her throat. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. His chair creaked.

I stared at him with such delight, so happy for him that he had reached his climax. That he had exploded into my cousin’s mouth. I wanted to scream out, “Flood her whore-mouth, Daddy! Use her! Use the slut!” But I couldn’t.

So I moaned as I swayed.

CRACK!

“Swallow all that cum, slut!” moaned Mom.

SMACK!

My cousin whimpered, her throat working as she gulped down that yummy, salty flood. I shuddered in delight, ripples of almost orgasmic pleasure buzzing through my body. I felt so alive. So in need of cumming. I needed to be fucked. I wanted to rip off my ball gag—

Stop thinking like that!

“Damn, young lady, for a virgin cock-sucker, you were such a slut.”

Georgia whimpered.

“Now kneel on the floor by Bess.” His eyes flashed to me. He didn’t even have to say it. I fell to my knees. “Neither of you move.”

“Yes, yes, we’re going to have so much fun with them, Father,” Mother moaned before she swept out of the room.

Georgia knelt by me, flushed face stained with tears, cum and drool running down her chin. She glanced at me, her blue eyes glossy. Her entire body trembled. I nodded at her, knowing just what she felt, how amazing it was.

Daddy stood up and walked passed us to the ceiling fan in the center of our living room. He reached up and unscrewed the central cap. I frowned at that then blinked. Nestled in the middle of the fan was a thick hook.

“Your mother and I concealed our lifestyle from you,” Daddy said. “We invested in a number of ways to hide it. This ceiling fan we found once on a website. I had to anchor it into the joist above to make sure it had the strength to hold enough weight. It can take 350 lbs.” He grabbed the hook, pulled on it, his muscles in his arms bulging. “More than enough.”

“For what?” Georgia asked.

“Did I tell you to speak, young lady?” Daddy growled.

Georgia gasped. “Sorry, Sir.”

Mother came out with a large coil of red rope slung over her shoulders and a strange device. It almost looked like a gag, but it had short dildos thrust from both ends. She had such a naughty grin in her eyes as she came to us.

She sat the rope down then knelt with us. “Face each other, girls. It’s time to get you ready.”

I blinked. Daddy released my ball gag. I had only a moment to work my jaw before the penis gag was shoved into my mouth. I groaned, the other end flopping before me, pink and rubbery. Would I have to fuck Mom’s pussy with my head, ramming the dildo in and out of her cunt while I sucked on the other end. I shivered as she tightened the straps around my head.

Then she grabbed Georgia’s hair and shoved my cousin’s face at the other end of the gag. The dildo slid into Georgia’s mouth. My cousin’s face pressed against mine, our foreheads rubbing, her nose brushing mine. All I could see were her blue, tremulous eyes.

“Mmm, yes, that’s so hot,” Mom purred. “Father has always wanted to play with this particular gag for so long. We just never had the right second woman with us.” I hadn’t noticed the other set of straps. They went around Georgia’s head, forcing us together, a thin rubber gasket separating our lips, our mouths full of dildo.

“Goddamn,” groaned Daddy as he uncoiled the rope. “Slut, that is as beautiful as I could hope. We have to use it on you and whore.”

“Oh, my, that would be naughty, but…” Mom nodded her head, glancing at Georgia and me. “I think we could try that. Have you… always wanted to see me and whore together?”

“Yes,” Daddy growled.

Who was whore?

“Okay, young ladies, lie on the ground, stretched out, your bodies pressed tight,” Mom commanded, clapping her hands. She sounded like the head servant of the sultan, the one who delivered his commands to the harem slaves. “I want tits pressed to tits, cunts to cunts. You’re going to be bound together.”

I shuddered, my cousin and I moving together, both of us moaning, unable to speak, so helpless before my parents. It was awkward, our heads forced together, making us move with care. But that just made this more exciting. We were already bound together, and it would only be strengthened.

I found myself on the bottom, my cousin atop me, her larger tits soft on mine. She squirmed, her nipples sliding, our fat nubs brushing. I moaned about my dildo gag, pleasure shooting down to my pussy. It was so hot. I wanted a cock in me so badly.

Daddy had a hard cock. The halo had affected him in subtle ways. I didn’t follow how this all worked, I was just glad it did.

Georgia shivered atop me, her brassy hair falling around our faces. I stared into her eyes as my parents moved around us. Mom shifted our bodies, my thighs straddling Georgia’s waist, my ankles down at her knees while Mom spread her legs wide apart. I gasped as our clits brushed and kissed as we squirmed on the living room floor.

This was so exciting. My heart thundered in my chest as I felt her pussy juices drip down to my cunt. My bowels clenched on my butt plug.

Then I heard the rough sound of rope sliding over flesh. Daddy knelt by us. His strong hands grasped us. I gasped as he slipped a loop of the rope around my ankle, pulled it tight, then went to work on us.

Mom helped, her hands positioning our bodies as Daddy tied us together. Georgia and I whimpered into our dildo gags. Our bodies trembled as the rope worked about our legs first, binding us together with our legs spread apart, my ankles at her knees. It forced our clits to rub hard together, our little buds sparking with pleasure.

I stared into my cousin’s eyes, lost to their blue hue as Daddy kept working. He had our legs bound tight, the rough fiber irritating my skin, adding a level of discomfort to my excitement. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my nipples throbbing against my cousin’s fat nubs.

Then Daddy worked the rope higher. He and Mom rolled my cousin back and forth as the rope climbed up to our torsos. Our arms were bound hugging the other, hands trapped on each other’s rumps. I squeezed my cousin’s tush, moaning istanbul Escort into the gag, enjoying our closeness so much.

“They are just gorgeous together, Father,” Mom moaned. “Ooh, look at their pussies humping together.”

“Yes,” Daddy growled, his hands working, the rope reaching our upper backs, holding us so tight, my small tits crushed against Georgia’s now. We could hardly move, our skin caressing each other.

I grew more and more sensitive. Everything stimulated me. The rope, my cousin’s hot body, my parents’ hands as they bound us together, the butt plug buried in my asshole. I whimpered as we rolled over and over, our weight shifting from one to the other.

I wanted to tell Georgia how much I loved this. So glad I could share it with her.

But I could see the delight in her eyes. She had to see it in mine. We didn’t need to speak, to communicate with words, to let the other know about our excitement. We could feel it. Hard nipples, racing hearts, pussy juices dripping to the other’s snatch. Our musks filled the air.

“Oh, yes, they are a work of art,” Mom moaned. “Let me get my phone. I have to take pictures.”

It was such a mom thing to say. It made this even more surreal and wonderful.

Then Daddy rolled me onto my back, my cousin atop me. He attached something to the rope. I didn’t know what. Mom returned. Her phone clicked as she walked around us, making such cooing, motherly sounds.

“Oh, you both are such sexy young ladies,” she groaned. “Mmm, Father, aren’t they?”

“Yeah,” he growled, attaching something to the hook on the ceiling.

Why did he do that…? Was he going to… lift us?

“Ooh, you two are just so beautiful.” Mom shook her head. “I wish I was there to record Bess losing her virginity. But we’ll get yours, Georgia.”

Georgia whimpered and groaned and then—

Ropes squeaked on metal. Daddy grunted. My cousin and I rose from the ground in a jerky yank. We both squealed in shock, our bodies writhing as much as they could in the bounds. I felt pressure on my back, spread out through the multiple ropes covering my body, distributing the weight and keeping it from being too uncomfortable.

Daddy grunted again. We were yanked another half-foot into the air. We turned, drifting now, the living room swirling around us. Daddy kept pulling the rope, lifting us higher and higher above the living room floor.

I wanted to scream as we kept turning, my hands clutching at my cousin’s rump, her fingers digging into my butt-cheeks. My heart pounded in fear. I felt so helpless. So out of control. I could only stare into my cousin’s eyes, feel her body squirm against mine, and shudder as more of her pussy juices trickled down to my cunt.

This made her as hot as it made me.

“There,” Daddy groaned. We shook as he secured us. Then Georgia and I slowly turned, the rope creaking. “Perfect.”

“It is, Father,” moaned mom. “Ooh, they’re just so beautiful.”

Her phone clicked as she took more pictures.

Daddy’s strong hands grabbed my spread-open thighs. I gasped as I realized he was between our legs and… His cock nudged at my pussy. I whimpered. He lifted us to the perfect height to fuck us. I shivered and shook, the ropes creaking as I strained against my bonds. Rough fibers bit into my body.

Georgia squirmed with me, staring down at me, our nipples brushing, clits grinding together. Sparks shot through my hot pussy as Daddy rubbed his cock up and down my snatch. I groaned, loving the heat, the excitement. My fingers kneaded my cousin’s ass. And she returned the favor.

“Young ladies, you can cum,” Daddy growled. “I want to feel your pussies convulsing on my dick. I’m going to fuck you both so hard.”

We both moaned our agreements.

Then Daddy thrust his cock into my pussy.

I shuddered as his thick, incestuous shaft slammed into my cunt. My eyes bulged as he filled me. My bowels clenched down on my butt plug as he fucked my cunt. He plunged in and out of my depths, making me squirm and gasp and moan about the dildo. My body rubbed against Georgia’s, nipples kissing, my clit brushing against hers.

Adding sparks of delight to the heat churned in my pussy by Daddy’s cock.

Incestuous rapture rippled through me. I groaned louder, cunt clenching on his thrusting dick, my bowels tightening on the butt plug. My toes curled, my fingers digging into Georgia’s rump as my daddy fucked me. His flesh slapped us both, our bodies swaying.

“Oh, yes, fuck our daughter, Father,” moaned Mom, still circling us. Was she filming us now?

So hot.

My cousin whimpered. I could see the jealousy in Georgia’s eyes. She wanted that dick in her. That wonderful cock plunging over and over into her cunt. I squirmed, humping my hips as much as the ropes would allow, their fibers digging into my skin.

Then Daddy ripped his dick out of my pussy. I moaned in frustration, biting down on my rubbery dildo gag. I missed his cock. My cunt needed him fucking me. I wanted to rip off this ball gag and order him to…

No. Stop thinking like that. I was the slave.

Daddy thrust not into my pussy, but into my cousin’s. Her eyes bulged as I felt Daddy’s balls smack my clit. He had buried his cock into her virgin pussy, popping her cherry with ease. She shuddered atop me, fingers clenching my rump and pulling apart my butt-cheeks. She squealed and gasped, voice muffled by her dildo.

“Oh, fuck, you have a tight cunt, young lady,” grunted Daddy. “I’ve always wanted to do this with…”

“With me and whore?” Mom asked.

“Yes!” he growled, pounding my cousin so hard. “Damn, Georgia has a tight cunt. But so does Bess.”

Daddy ripped his cock out of my cousin and slammed it into my snatch. My pussy clamped down on the intruding dick. My cunt rejoiced to be filled again, to have the incestuous delight of my daddy fucking my whore-twat once more.

We swung from the ropes, our bodies swaying as he fucked my pussy. He pounded me with such virile strength, such masculine prowess. My daddy stirred my cunt to a hot froth, building me towards that amazing explosion of—

He switched pussies.

“Fuck, yes!” Daddy groaned as he pounded my cousin’s cunt.

I wanted him back in my pussy. I needed to cum. I humped and squirmed, grinding my clit against my cousin’s. Georgia moaned with me, her eyes glassy with delight. The excitement of her body writhing atop mine kept my pleasure alive, kept me brimming on that cusp and—

Daddy rammed back into my pussy. He thrust through my silky sheath. The incestuous friction sent heat billowing through my body. It washed up to my mind, making my eyes squeeze shut. I whimpered about the dildo, just a few more strokes from exploding and—

Georgia squealed about her dildo as Daddy fucked her so hard. He pounded her, enjoying her cunt. I whimpered, pussy juices soaking my pussy and running down to the cheeks of my ass. Georgia’s fingers bit into my rump as she screamed—

Bliss rippled through me. Daddy’s cock pumped away into my snatch, thrusting so hard and—

His balls smacked my clit as he fucked Georgia hard, making my cousin tremble and—

Just a few more strokes of Daddy’s cock through my pussy and I would—

I moaned in frustration as Georgia writhed atop me, taking that cock.

“Fuck them so hard, Father!” Mom moaned. “This is so hot. You’re fucking them both. You’re pounding both their barely legal cunts!”

“Yes!” Daddy groaned, ramming his cock so hard into my pussy, fucking me, my snatch clenching down on his shaft, bringing me to the cusp—

“Such hot, tight young cunt!” he growled fucking Georgia so hard, his balls thwacking into my clit, sending sparks of pleasure—

He filled me up again. I moaned and whimpered. My toes curled. I couldn’t take more of this teasing and—

I whimpered, my body fighting the restraints. My asshole clenched on the butt plug. The rope creaked around me. I needed to cum. I needed my—

Daddy’s dick rammed into my cunt. It was so amazing. My snatch welcomed his shaft. He groaned as he buried to the hilt in me once, twice, thrice. My fingernails bit into my cousin’s spanked rump as the pleasure exploded through me.

My orgasm detonated.

My pussy writhed about his cock and—

He yanked out of my convulsing depths and rammed back into my cousin’s cunt. I thrashed beneath Georgia, the pleasure rippling through me anyways. My body drank in the euphoria, savoring the incestuous delight that had delivered it.

Georgia squeezed her eyes closed. She bucked hard atop me.

“She’s cumming, too,” groaned Daddy. “Both the little sluts are cumming.”

“Yes!” hissed Mom. “You have to give them both a taste of your cum, Father! They’ve earned it!”

Daddy’s cock slammed back into my pussy, spreading open my spasming cunt. I felt so wonderfully full. My twat massaged his cock as his balls smacked into my taint. I bucked, nipples rubbing against my cousin’s tits.

Then his hot cum fired into me.

My eyes widened at the feel of his jizz spurting over and over into me. This wicked, wondrous flood of spunk had me shivering. That had me groaning. It was incredible. His seed filled me. It spurted so hot into me. It made me shiver and gasped and moan and—

He ripped his dick out of me. I felt a creamy spurt of cum splash on my bush before he slammed into my cousin’s. She let out such a wanton moan as Daddy finished pumping his jizz into her hole, giving her a taste of her uncle’s spunk.

I shuddered, my body buzzing, the bliss peaking through me. I shuddered, savoring it. My orgasm was incredible. Being bound helpless against my cousin was amazing. My heart thundered in my chest as rapture blazed through my mind.

“Holy shit, I’m cumming in her, slut!” Daddy groaned.

“Yes, yes, you’ve fucked both your daughters, Father!” Mom moaned.

My eyes bulged. Georgia moaned above me. Daughters? What the fuck?

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“They’re both his daughters?” Deidre Icke gasped, hands bound behind her back by her ex-husband’s belt, her face almost pressed into the monitor as Robert fucked her cheating cunt from behind. “Holy shit! That’s hot!”

“Yes!” Robert groaned and his cum fired into her pussy.

Deidre stared at the screen in rapt attention, so eager for what would happened next.

To be continued…

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