Submissive Incest Mind Control Chapter 2: Naughty Daughter’s Vibrating Punishment

Submissive Incest Mind Control

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Two: Naughty Daughter’s Vibrating Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Eighteen-year-old Cindy sat with her twin sister, Mindy, in their father’s office at the Institute of Apotheosis, the two of them watching the computer monitor with rapt attention. An excitement built inside of Cindy’s pussy, a ball of heat that had her shivering.

The new goddess, Bess Atwater, moaned and gasped as her father fucked her hard from behind, her ass glowing red from being spanked. The sight had utterly captivated Cindy. Witnessing the goddess being spanked after she revealed to her father how he should act as a parent had stimulated Cindy.

“This is so amazing,” Mindy whispered to her twin sister.

Cindy nodded, her eyes glancing over at their father, James Maxwell, his hands stroking his hard cock as he watched Bess moaning and gasping. Cindy licked her lips then asked her twin in a hushed voice, “How can we be naughty?”

Mindy’s eyes widened. She glanced at their masturbating father. “You’re so wicked.”

Cindy nodded, aching to be spanked by her father and then fucked so hard. The goddess and her father reached their climax, both gasping and moaning. Cindy’s imagination burned with such delight. The goddess Bess had taken it upon her to be an example of how naughty daughters should be disciplined. She surrendered her own body to her father’s spanking, taking the pain, the naughty crimes of all daughters, upon herself.

It was so self-sacrificing. Cindy loved the new goddess so much. She grabbed her twin sister’s hand, squeezing so hard, her pussy soaking her panties. She was so glad her father had joined the Institute, that they followed the teachings of Dr. H. P. Blavatsky and helped locate the new gods and goddess to awaken mankind.

Because incest was amazing. Cindy loved eating her twin’s pussy, especially when it was full of their father’s cum. And now… Now she had to experience the ecstasy Bess showed her. She had to be naughty, too.

“Oh, my,” Mindy gasped as the Goddess’s mother burst into the bedroom. “What will the Goddess teach her mother?”

Cindy squeezed Mindy’s hand, eager to find out.

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“Disciplining her?” Mommy snarled, her face twisting with anger, her light-brown hair spilling about a face mottled with red rage. Her green eyes, the same hue of my own, stared at me. “You’re DISCIPLINING her!”

I had never seen her angry before. I had finally done something naughty enough to get her mad, and it was my father that received her wroth, not me. It was so unfair. I had used my new mind control powers, gifted to me by the strange Halo sent by the weird Institute of Apotheosis, to finally educate him to be a proper father.

My ass burned from being spanked by him and my pussy… My pussy reveled at the feel his hard cock buried deep in me, his cum filling me up. He had taken my virginity. He had fucked my eighteen-year-old body hard, finally aroused by me. It was amazing.

And then Mommy burst in and found us.

“You bastard!” she snarled, advancing on us. “How could you fuck our daughter?”

“Mommy,” I gasped, staring at her hard, my black hair spilling about my flushed face, “relax.”

Needles stabbed into my mind. A thousand prickling, tingling pricks that washed across my thoughts. My vision fuzzed dark along the edges as my cunt clenched down hard on my daddy’s softening cock. I groaned as my new mind control powers affected my mother.

The anger melted out of her face. Her body’s tension vanished, her hands unclenching from fists. She shook her head, her eyes widening, bewilderment crossing her face. Her hands went up to her breasts. She took a step back.

“W-what, Bess?”

“This how a father disciplines his daughter,” I said, more prickling pain hitting my mind. The more my commands changed someone, the more it tingled or even hurt. “How a parent disciplines their daughter when she’s naughty.”

Mother shuddered, shaking her head. Her forehead furrows. “He… he spanked you… Fucked you.”

“Yes, I made him so hard, Mommy. Just like I make you so wet!”

Darkness crossed my vision. I gasped, my cunt clenching again as they prickling danced across my thoughts. It was such a powerful sensation. My mother let out a wicked moan. I blinked, shaking my head, my thoughts buzzing.

“Daughters have to spanked and used when they’re naughty,” I continued, the prickling dying down to a buzz as Mommy stared at me with a growing hunger in her green eyes. She licked her lips, her body shaking, her nipples hardening against her breasts. “They have to be tied up as a punishment. The opposite way of how you’ve handled me until now!”

“Tied up…” Mommy said. “Like BDSM?”

“Yes, yes, just like that!” I gasped in delight as my daddy groaned with my mommy. My heart pounded in my chest as I knelt on their bed, my small tits jiggling beneath me. “I was so naughty today. I wrecked Daddy’s car! I masturbated in the hallway! I do that all the time, begging to be fucked by Daddy, acting like a slut.”

“Yes,” Mommy moaned. “A slut… You’ve been such a handful. You’ve made me so angry. I thought I should suppress it, but…”

“But when you’re angry at me, you have to discipline me!” I moaned. “Make me submit to your punishment.”

“Oh, young lady, we will,” Daddy said, his hands stroking my sides, his dick half-hard in my pussy.

“Yes, yes, you’ve been such a naughty slut,” Mommy moaned, her voice thick and throaty. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse, working them down. “You’ve caused so many problems for me. You’ve driven me to my wits ends trying to be a good mother. Trying not to lose my anger with you. To not be a terrible parent like my mother.”

“But now you see how wrong that was!” I gasped in delight as Daddy pulled out of me. His cum ran down my thighs, so hot and naughty.

Mother pulled off her blouse, her breasts constrained in a gray bra. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra, her tits spilling out, nice and round, with a plumpness about them that made me shiver. Her nipples fat and pink like my own (I had small tits, but big nubs). I licked my lips, such hunger surging through me as she unzipped her baggy mom jeans. She had matching panties beneath, the same design as her bra.

“Yes, yes, get naked to discipline me, Mommy,” I moaned, no tingles at all racing about my thoughts. “Show me how wet I’ve made you. Ooh, you want to eat my pussy full of Daddy’s cum. You love eating creampies!”

“I do,” she said, barely more than an itch crossing my mind. “Such a treat.”

“Yes!” I gasped as she shoved down her panties, revealing her pussy. Her shaved pussy. I blinked at that, my mother’s pussy lips on display, pink and swollen, thrusting out of her vulva like the blossoms of a beautiful flower, her nectar beading on the folds. “You’re going to love it.”

She let out a purr of delight, nodding her head.

She walked to her closet naked, my eyes following her rump until I couldn’t turn my neck any more. I stared down at the comforter, trembling, waiting for her to eat my creampie. Daddy sat on the bed beside me, his body strong. He was a tall man with short, black hair. He had a chiseled face, the perfect, masculine, fatherly features. And now that he’d gotten all that hippie nonsense out of his head so he could properly discipline me.

The closer door rattled open. Clothing rustled, hangers sliding across the wooden dowel. Was she looking for an outfit? Something creaked and then wood ground on wood. I frowned, wondering what she was doing. I looked over my shoulder and—

“Holy shit!”

My mom had opened up a hidden panel. Their closet was deeper than I thought. They had a whole compartment full of BDSM paraphernalia. There was a leather flogger, rope, restraints, handcuffs, a wooden paddle, nipple clamps, several dildos and vibrators, a pair of butt plugs, a wand massager, blindfolds, gags.

“What?” I gasped.

“Your mother gets naughty sometimes,” Daddy said, his hand idly stroking my sore ass.

“What?” I gasped again. I couldn’t believe this. My parents were into BDSM. And they didn’t want to discipline me? What was wrong with them? I was so glad that I fixed them.

My mother grabbed something and advanced on the bed. I hardly noticed it as I kept staring at all the things they had. Nipple clamps! My nubs tingled. And what was that glove covered in little spikes? And was that a leather hood? Did Daddy put that on Mommy?

Mommy grabbed my black hair and jerked my head back. I gasped, delighting in the flare of pain across my scalp. My mouth opened wide as the heat rippled out of my pussy. My mommy was punishing me—

She shoved a gag into my mouth. Not a ball gag, but a wide ring that force my mouth to be open wide. I could thrust my tongue through it but couldn’t move my jaw. She secured it behind my head. Something clicked. Like it had a lock.

Panic shot through me. My eyes widened. I tried to speak, but only mushy sounds came out, my tongue flailing around in my mouth. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t give orders to my parents. I was utterly helpless. At their mercy.

I shuddered, the heat in my cunt growing as I stared into Mommy’s green eyes. She stared down at me, a dark, satisfied grin on her face. She licked her lips, her hips swaying from side to side. She let out a purring moan.

“My mother always said children should be seen, not heard,” she said, her voice a honey-smooth.