Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters 5: Daddy Daughter Orgy

Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Five: Daddy Daughter Orgy
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

“Eager to find out the next way cheating wives are punished?” asked Deidre Icke’s ex-husband, something almost malicious in his grin. He sat naked on his office chair, cradling their eighteen-year-old daughter Alexis on his lap, her pussy leaking with the incestuous proof of his passion.

Deidre swallowed, her ass still burning from the spanking her daughter administered earlier. Her eyes flicked to the monitor showing the feed from the spy cams planted at the Alamogordo Church of Christ where the new God held court, his youngest daughter scurrying off on his orders.

Am I? Deidre Icke asked herself. She had faith in Henry Blavatsky’s vision of technology creating the new gods to usher in mankind into the Age of Aquarius, to leave behind the oppressive monotheism of the Age of Pisces.

But she didn’t expect that her affair while married would lead to her being spanked while her ex-husband gloated.

“We’ll need handcuffs, Daddy,” Alexis giggled. “Do we have any at the Institute?”

“We’ll have to make do with an extension cord,” he said. “There’s one in the cabinet over there. Go fetch it, cutie.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Deidre’s daughter hopped off her father’s lap, her nude body lithe as she darted to the cabinet. Deidre’s eyes followed the naked ass of her daughter, wiggling with simmering delight. The other revelations had delivered Deidre the pleasure of Incest with her daughter and her twin brother.

And she had cum from the spanking.

“I’m ready,” Deidre said, focusing her faith once more.

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I smiled as Kitty, my youngest daughter, darted naked through the worship hall of our church. I stood over my twin daughters, the pair moving around into a sixty-nine to devour my cum out of their pussies. I had popped both their cherries, fucking back and forth between my twenty-year-old daughters’ snatches. Such a joy to plunder my last two daughters’ virginities. When I orgasmed, I fired a few blasts in each, letting them baste in their daddy’s cum.

Maybe even bred them.

Around me, the youth group, a collection of nineteen and twenty-year-olds who were once the most devout at our church, all gasped and moaned as they masturbated. Some were even helping each other, a Hispanic girl named Pina giving her first Blowjob. Jessica, one of my harem sluts, enjoyed a girl named Michelle, and my daughter Crystal eyed Georgia Simpson, a cheerleader.

Even Kip Larson, the youth minister, stroked his cock after cumming watching my twins do their strip-tease. His daughter shuddered beside him, rubbing her twat, her hand stretching out her panties.

My Wife came up beside me, trembling, knowing her punishment came. She deserved it for cheating on me. For being a whore. But I still loved her. I would forgive her. After all, I lusted after our daughters.

But Scott… Her Pilates instructor would pay.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” I asked Anne as I stared down at our twin daughters moaning and writhing. Rosie lay on top of Lily, squirming and grinding her cum-filled pussy into her twin’s face. Lily gabbed Rosie’s ass, moaning as she ate her sister’s snatch.

“Yes, they are,” Anne purred, her body fit and athletic, her breasts round. The twins inherited my wife’s dark hair but my height, standing a few inches taller than their mother. “What is my punishment? Bondage?”

I grinned, my dick aching, dripping in my twins’ pussy juices. “Did Scott ever fuck your ass?”

“No,” she said quickly. “No one has.” She licked her lips. “You want that? I’ll let you do it. Anything, Michael.” She grabbed my hand. “I’m so sorry. It was such a mistake.”

The church doors banged open. Kitty’s excited footsteps drew my attention. My eighteen-year-old daughter, her body petite, her breasts little budding mounds, raced forward. Blonde pigtails streamed behind her. The cop’s handcuffs dangled from her right hand. She held it up like a trophy as she ran.

“Daddy!” she jumped to me, landing proud like a gymnast at the end of her routine. She threw her arms out, grinning at me. “I got them.”

“Yes, you did, Kitten,” I grinned, snatching them. I bent down and kissed her on the mouth.

She sighed into the kiss. Her mouth moved on mine while her sisters moaned in the background, noisily feasting on each other’s snatches. My dick ached so hard. I loved the incest of fucking my daughters, my own harem.

My wife, four daughters, and Crystal’s girlfriend Jessica. But I needed more for my harem. A god had appetites. And thanks to the nanites in the Halo, the source of my Mind Control powers, I had stamina.

“Anne,” I said, breaking the kiss, “hands behind your back.” My thoughts didn’t tingle one bit. My powers had her convinced she should behave this way. She believed it, my brainwaves overwriting hers.

“Yes, hun,” she said, turning and thrusting her hands behind her back. I admired her ass, firmer than it was a year ago. While I became obsessed with our daughters, she had gotten her body into better shape. Probably to attract my interest.

And when I didn’t give it to her…

Yeah, I could forgive her.

I slapped the cuff on her first wrist, savoring the ratcheting sound. “I’m going to fuck your ass so hard,” I growled, slapping the restraint on her other wrist, tightening it. “I’m going to break in that cherry ass with my dick lubed by our twin daughters’ pussies.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice so throaty.

“Good wives let their husbands fuck them up the ass, don’t they?”

“They do,” she said, wiggling her hips. “I want to be a good wife, Michael. I do.”

I looked around at the youth group. Most had cum, panting, faces flushed. Pina had cum dribbling down her brown chin, her nipples dimpling her top. Craig, the guy she blew, grinned like he won the lotto.

“Listen up,” I growled, forcing Anne down to the ground, bending her over the edge of the stage that the podium, and my daughters sixty-nining, rested upon. Her ass pointed at the youth group. “My wife cheated on me. And you know what happens to wives when they cheat?”

“Their daughters spank their asses,” Crystal, my blonde nineteen-year-old, said. She cuddled with her busty, black-haired girlfriend, Jessica.

Everyone else shook their heads or said, “No, Mr. Horne.”

“Spanking is the first punishment,” I growled, my dick throbbing hard. “But they also have to be treated as the whores they are.” I grinned, my dick aching so hard. “Anal whores. Guys, line up. Once I’m done breaking in her butt-hole, every one of you will fuck her whore ass and cum in her. Pound her. Give it to her hard. Show her how a whore is treated so she’ll never do it again.”

“Oh, yes,” my wife moaned. “Show me.” She wiggled her ass, sounding eager for it. Such a whore.

My thoughts tingled only slightly. After all the commands I gave the youth group and the minister, they were eager to obey. Kip even beat the boys to line up, his dick growing hard again. The boys, nineteen and twenty, all formed up, the girls watching, rubbing their pussies beneath or through their panties.

I loved having an audience. A god should be watched. I grinned, only hours ago just a scientist that worked out at the White Sands Missile Test Range. Now I had powers. I fell to my knees behind my cheating wife, my dick smacking her red ass.

She cooed.

“Beg, whore,” I growled, sliding my dick between her butt-cheeks while I stared at my sixty-nining twins just beyond her. Rosie and Lily’s breasts pillowed against the other’s stomach. They squirmed and moaned, devouring each other’s cunt with such passion.

“Fuck my whore-ass, Michael!” panted my wife. “Punish me for being a cheating slut!”

I thrust.

My wife groaned.

Her sphincter, as tight as Kitty’s or Crystal’s had been, swallowed my cock. Our twins’ pussy juices lubed the way. I slid into her velvety bowels, savoring the rough friction. Heat burned along my shaft as I plowed deeper and deeper into her.

“You’ll never deny me anything again after this,” I groaned, leaning over her, my eyes locked on Rosie and Lily.

“Never, hun,” she whimpered, her voice so thick as I pressed my dick to the hilt in her, feeling the firm swell of her toned ass. “Fuck my ass. Please, please. I love you.”

“I love you, too, whore.”

I drew back, shuddering at the tight grip of her bowels. The pleasure rippled down my cock. The friction burned and made me shudder. I gripped her hips and thrust into her, bringing another grunt from her lips, my balls smacking into her taint.

“Fuck her ass, Daddy!” Kitty cheered, bouncing on the edges, her pigtails dancing. She acted like a cheerleader. “Punish her whore-ass!”

I punished my wife. I fucked her hard, savoring her bowels finally wrapped about my dick. The heat caressed my dick. I grunted, slamming into her, my crotch smacking into her spanked ass. She gasped and moaned, squirming, writhing, bucking back into my thrusts like the whore she was.

“Oh, god, this is good,” she groaned. “I love it.”

“Anal is amazing,” Crystal cheered.

“Master’s cock feels so good in my ass,” Jessica agreed.

I groaned, savoring my wife’s ass, the people watching. I could feel the hard passion of the boys waiting for their turn, most virgins. They’d get their first taste of a woman’s body as they fucked my whore-wife’s ass.

That sped my hips even faster. I pounded her, the velvety friction boiling my balls. My heavy nuts smacked over and over into her. I grunted and groaned, driving my cock into her with every ounce of strength I had.

I wanted her to feel it.

She did.