Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters 6: Daddy Cuckolds the Cheater

Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Six: Daddy Cuckolds the Cheater
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

There was nothing like having a young girl’s cunt on your dick while driving. Just feeling that hot, tight snatch clenching and relaxing, shifting as the car drove over any bumps, the way she whimpered in pure delight as my dick stirred around inside her. I had my arms wrapped around Pina, a nineteen-year-old Hispanic slut I claimed at the church orgy. Pina brought my burgeoning harem up to ten women: my wife, my four daughters, Crystal’s girlfriend, and four girls from my church’s youth group, including Marybeth, the youth minister’s once virgin daughter.

I loved how fast I slid into depravity once I had the power of mind control. Knowing I could make anyone do what I want had unshackled me from morality. Why did anyone do the right thing? Because of the consequences. Humans weren’t good. Not really. We just all feared what would happen if we were bad. We’d destroy our marriage, we’d get arrested, we’d lose our jobs, our homes.

But now…

“Master,” Pina whimpered in her Hispanic lilt, her tight cunt clenching on my dick as the minivan my wife drove hit a pothole. Barely legal pussy slid up and slammed back down my cock, silky friction burning around my shaft. “Yes!”

“Enjoy my daddy’s cock, slut,” Kitty, my youngest daughter, moaned from the back.

There were a lot of moans coming from back there. With eight horny girls crowded into the two bench seats of the minivan, it was to be expected. All I could smell was hot pussy. They’d leave stains on the upholstery as they fingered and sucked and played with each other.

I didn’t care. They could ruin this minivan. I’d just get a nicer one. One with Scotchgard seats.
“Yes, yes, please your master, slut,” my wife hissed, driving one-handed, the other frigging her pussy. “Work that hot cunt on my husband’s dick.”

“Yes, Mistress,” groaned Pina, her head arching, pressing back into my shoulder, her silky hair brushing my cheek.

“You are, whore,” I groaned, my hands cupping her soft, round breasts. I squeezed them, loving how they jiggled as the minivan drove. “You’re going to get another load of cum in that pussy, slut.”

“Yes!” she groaned. “Give it all to me, Mr. Horne.”

I would. I didn’t have to hold back. The Halo, sent to me by the kooks at the Institute of Apotheosis Research, not only gave me mind-control powers, but the nanites that infected my body also gave my balls unlimited stamina and my body energy. They made me better than human.

A god.

I sucked at her brown neck, nibbling on it as I found her nipples, squeezing hard. She whimpered, her body bucking, pussy tightening on my dick. That barely legal cunt slid up it again as my wife hit another bump. Pina’s rump slapped into my thighs as she slammed back down my dick.

Fuck, I loved it.

“How much farther, Mom,” Rosie or Lily, our twin daughters, asked. “I want Daddy to punish that asshole you fucked.”

“We’re almost there,” Anne said, her voice throaty. “I want that, too. He’s such a bad man to seduce me. I’m married.”

“And you were a bad wife for letting him!” Kitty, our youngest daughter, huffed.

“Your mother paid,” I groaned, choosing to forgive my wife. She only had her affair because of my obsession with our daughters the last few years. As they blossomed, I couldn’t help but notice them, desire them. My wife tried to get in better shape for me, thinking that was the problem. When I didn’t respond, her Pilates instructor, Scott, did.

“I did!” Anne groaned, cum from all the boys who’d fucked her ass still leaking out of her ass. I could see the driver seat soaked in it.

I’d never drive this vehicle again.

“Paid so hard!” she gasped. Her round breasts bounced and jiggled. She groaned through clenched teeth, the minivan swerving side-to-side through the night streets of Alamogordo. Her orgasm burned so hard through her.

“And you’ll make this evil Scott pay, won’t you, Master,” groaned Pina.

“Yes,” I groaned, my dick aching, throbbing, her barely legal cunt so hot and juicy on it. “And you’re all going to watch.”

“Yes!” she moaned then squealed.

Her pussy spasmed about my dick. Hot, youthful twat rippled about my cock, massaging it, hungry for my cum. I wanted to breed all my women. Well, not my wife. She’d already given me four daughters. But the rest… I wanted to put granddaughters in my girls’ bellies.

“Fuck!” I grunted, picturing Rosie, Lily, Crystal, and Kitty all pregnant with my daughters, gripping their round bellies, beaming up at me with my cum splattered across their faces.

My jizz erupted from my cock. It pumped hard into Pina’s silky snatch. I shuddered, squeezing the slut’s breasts hard as the pleasure surged through me. Ecstasy surged into my mind. Stars danced before my eyes.

I loved cumming in tight snatch.

“Master, yes,” Pina groaned. “So much cum.”

“Daddy’s putting a baby in your belly,” squealed Kitty.

“Oh, yes, breed her, Daddy,” moaned Crystal. “And keep fingering my twat, Jessica!”

“Breed her, Daddy!” cheered both twins.

The other girls—Georgia, Marybeth, and Michelle—joined them, adding their own moaning chorus. My wife pulled her fingers out from between her thighs, gave me a grin as she slowed the minivan.

“Finished just in time, hun,” she said, turning into a driveway. “This is it.”

I stared at the two story house, the outside faded, pink stucco, gray trim around the doors and windows. I shook my head, anger surging through me. Not only had this Scott fucked my wife, but he had a wife and daughter of his own.

His own woman. He didn’t need to poach mine.

“Master!” gasped Pina, her voice tight with pain. “You’re squeezing my tits too hard.”
I relaxed my hands and gave her a kiss on the neck. I wanted to crush the man’s throat. But killing him… That wouldn’t make him suffer. No, no, he needed to experience the gut-twisting shock of being cuckolded, of learning another man’s cum trickled out of his wife. Witnessing her betrayal.

“Let’s go,” I grinned, throwing open the passenger door.

“Yes,” Pina said, sounding happy again. I wanted all my mind-controlled girls, especially my daughters, to be happy being my sluts. I gave them the command to find joy in serving me, and they did, my brainwaves rewriting theirs.

I really wanted to learn how these nanites worked. I furrowed my brow. Why would the Institute give these out? Why not keep them for themselves? And who else were they giving it out to? Their flyer mentioned eleven other people.

Twelve in total. Why twelve?

“Honey?” my wife said. “You’re just staring ahead. Thinking about missiles again?”

“Just about how I became a god,” I said.

She rubbed my arm. “How did you?”

“A tech company sent me their product,” I told her. “To me and eleven others.”

“Twelve, huh? That’s the number of the church.”

I gave her a look.

“You know, in Christian and Hebrew numerology. Twelve represents both Israel, you know the twelve tribes, and then later on the Christian church. Like, the high priest had the twelve gemstones on his breastplate.”

“And the twelve zodiac signs,” Rosie added. The two twins stood at the door. I could only tell them apart by the most subtle of differences between their faces. “You know, each tribe had their own zodiac sign. Like Judah, the tribe of King David and Jesus, is Leo.”

“Huh,” I said. “Sounds like the sorta new age stuff the company that sent it to me believes in.”

“Come on, Daddy, there’s a homewrecker to punish,” Lily said. “That asshole in there tried to steal Mom from us.”

Anger surged through me. These questions really didn’t matter. I had the powers, and I would use them. “Right. Lead on.”

My twins walked hand-in-hand before me up to the door. Like everyone else, they were naked. The New Mexico night warm enough. I watched their identical asses sway back and forth as they walked up to the front door, licking my lips.

They did have such gorgeous asses.

Kitty rang the doorbell when I arrived. The rest of my naked harem parting to let me up to the front. The doorbell chimed through the house, ringing over and over. It was late, past midnight. I bet that asshole Scott and his poor wife were asleep.

“Ring it again,” I growled.

“Yes!” Kitty hissed. The petite girl jabbed the doorbell so hard, her blonde pigtails bounced around her shoulders. She held it down, the doorbell tolling over and over.

“Fucking hell!” roared from inside, a light flooding on from upstairs, shout coming through an open window.

Footsteps thudded down stairs. A light flared on the first floor, bleeding through the arch window at the top of the door. A deadbolt lock twisted, then the door ripped open. A buff guy in white boxers decorated in hearts stood in the doorway, a baseball bat held in his hand.

“What do you…” His words trailed off, seeing me and ten naked girls on his porch. “What the fuck?”

“My husband isn’t happy that you seduced me and fucked me!” Anne hissed. “You tried to steal me from my husband!”

“You’re Anne’s…” Color drained from his face. Though he had strength, and a baseball bat, the sight of a naked man on his porch unnerved him. He backed up then tried to slam the door closed in my face.

“Stop!” I snarled, my thoughts prickling hard.

The door kept closing as he froze. I caught it with my hand and pushed it open. It smacked his open palm. He tottered, his muscles locked in place, his brain interpreting my command as a complete halt. Unable to move, he fell onto the ground with a loud grunt.

Good.

“Scott?” a woman called from upstairs. I saw bare feet and the hem of a white nightgown with soft-blue daisies. “Are you okay?”

“Everything’s fine, Ma’am,” I told her. “You have nothing to be afraid of. Get your daughter and join us in the living room.”

“My daughter?” she asked then her footsteps retreated, having to obey me even if she didn’t understand why.

I stepped into the house, standing over Scott.