Submissive Incest Mind Control Chapter 6: Daughter’s Ultimate Submission

Submissive Incest Mind Control

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Six: Daughter’s Ultimate Submission

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Such pride surged through me as Daddy led us out of the massage parlor, his hands clutching our leashes. Every time he tugged on it, my clit flared with pleasurable pain. The black leash clipped onto the thick, gold ring pierced through my bud and nestled between my folds of my snatch.

Proof that I was Daddy’s sex slave.

I walked between my submissive mother and my half-sister Georgia. All three of us were naked (well, Mom wore her black corset, lifting her round breasts into delicious mounds, and her thigh-high, heeled boots), our fat nipples and clits freshly pierced, marked by my dominating Daddy. Though I had mind control powers, I gave myself to my parents.

To my daddy.

I loved the kiss of the warm sun on my naked breasts as we stepped out of the tattoo parlor onto the street. The foot traffic passing us froze at the sight of us, guys grinning and women gasping. I shuddered, juices running out of my pussy, my asshole full of Daddy’s cum. I licked my lips, tasting my mother and half-sister’s pussy juices. I ate them both out, soothing their freshly pierced clits with my tongue and the nanites inside my body given to me by the Halo.

“Nudity is something wonderful to see,” I ordered the people we passed, banishing shock from their faces. “BDSM is amazing. Women, you need to be your lovers’ slaves. You need to worship your man with your body. Whether it’s your husband, your boyfriend, your father, or even your brother. Incest is wonderful. And men, you need to dominate and love your women. Spank them when they’re naughty. Use their bodies to satiate your cock. Make them cum and cum then coat their bodies in your jizz.”

My thoughts prickled as I rewrote the morals of the people around me, using my artificial goddess powers to educate. It was so delicious watching eyes widen in realization. The pain wasn’t as bad as it was earlier. The more I used my powers, the easier it became.

“Incest is amazing,” I told a daughter walking with her father as we headed back to the family’s minivan. “You are your Daddy’s sex slave. You want nothing more than to please him with your body. It makes you so wet to be spanked by him. To pleasure him. You want to suck his cock and let him fuck your tight cunt. And you, Daddy, you want to dominate your daughter. You want to fuck her body. Her pussy. Her asshole. You want her to drink your cum with her pretty mouth. When she’s bad, you have to spank her and tie her up and do any naughty things you want to her.”

The father and daughter shuddered as my thoughts prickled. I knew they would be so happy.

Daddy glanced back at me, nodding his head in approval. He tugged on the leashes, making the three of us all gasp in delight, my half-sister Georgia shuddering beside me, her larger tits jiggling. My pussy clenched at the flare of delicious pain.

“Mmm, you made her so happy, young lady,” Mom said. “And him, too.”

Georgia nodded her head, her brassy hair sparkling in the sunlight. She grabbed my ass and gave me a pinch. “Just making every girl into a submissive slut like you.”

“Yep,” I said, loving my power. “I made you into one, and you love it.”

“I do,” she sighed.

I shivered. My powers were so intoxicating. But I had to be careful about using my mind control. I was already bad once today. I grew angry at the owner of the tattoo parlor. I made Jim into his sex slave’s submissive, reversing their roles. Daddy promised to punish me tonight for it.

But before then, we had shopping to do. We were heading to a sex shop so Georgia and I could have sexy corsets and thigh-high boots like my mother. Then we were getting Daddy a new Mustang to replace the one I wrecked yesterday.

It meant so much walking. So many opportunities to pass on the good news.

“You want to be your boyfriend’s sex slave,” I grinned at a beautiful woman a few years older than me, tingles racing across my thoughts.

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Deidre Icke, President of the Institute of Apotheosis, shivered as she knelt bound next to her eighteen-year-old daughter, Alexis. She glanced at her daughter, both of them grinning in delight at the ropes crisscrossing their body. Their men had mastered shibari, the Japanese art of rope bondage. Deidre loved the hemp cables squeezing her breasts into delicious mounds before her, her nipples hard and thick, her arms secured behind her back same as her daughter’s.

Her son brought his cock to his twin sister’s mouth. Alexis swallowed Alex’s dick with ease, sucking so hard on it, bobbing her head while her body twitched. Pride shivered through Deidre as her daughter pleased her son.

Then her ex-husband brandished his cock for Deidre. She shuddered, glad that the new Gods had repaired their relationship. She understood now. She was such a wanton cunt for cheating on him. Her place was to serve him. To love him. She found such joy in it as she sucked on his cock.

Her cheeks hollowed as her eyes watched the new Goddess Bess parade down the road, lead by her Daddy, her Master. The barely legal Goddess looked so happy as she spread her message of submission and incestuous love.

I wish you were here to see it, Deidre thought, missing her guru, the man who invented the halo and envisioned the new Gods and Goddesses changing the world.

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I knelt before the door wearing my new corset. It felt so wicked feeling the black leather snug tight about my torso, emphasizing my hourglass figure and lifting my small breasts giving them more shape. My pierced nipples ached, my hands wanting to touch them. To play with them. My pussy dripped with juices. A day spent naked in public, led by my daddy’s leash attached to my clit, made my pussy drip.

Georgia knelt beside me, her hands behind her back like mine were. We weren’t bound, but keeping our hands back there because Daddy ordered it. It was sexier forcing myself to keep my hands behind me then being bound. It required my active submission to stay good.

I loved it.

I shivered, hearing the footsteps approach the door. I was so eager for tonight. Aunt Louisa, my mother’s sister and Georgia’s mother, was coming over along with her husband, my Uncle Wayne. Until last night, Georgia and I both thought Uncle Wayne was her father.

But he was impotent and let my daddy breed his wife at the same time he bred my mother. Or near enough. Georgia was a few months older than me.

Daddy stood behind us. I could feel him looming. I licked my lips as the two figures reached the door. I could feel them on the other side. I was so ready to make Uncle Wayne accept the loss of his wife to Daddy. I would make him happy to give up Aunt Louisa. She was my daddy’s sex slave. He didn’t deserve to share his women with another man like he had before.

Mom opened the door.

“Incest is acceptable,” I ordered my aunt and uncle at the first moment, my thoughts tingling for a moment as the words blurted out of my mouth.

“Yes, it is,” Uncle Wayne said after shaking his head, accepting my commands. Then he smiled at my mother and said, “Slut,” calling my mother by the name Daddy used on her.

My jaw dropped at the ease the tall man with brown hair called my mother by her sex slave name. Then he reached out and, with familiarity, grabbed my mom’s ass and squeezed it like he owned her. Like he thought he was her master and had the right to touch her.

The anger surged out of me. I bounced to my feet, my small breasts jiggling as I faced my uncle and my beautiful aunt. She gasped in shock, surprise spilling across a face shaped similar to my mother’s at the sight of my naked body. But what swelled my fury was the way my asshole uncle dared to stare at my naked beauty with such lust.

I was Daddy’s sex slave!

“Uncle Wayne, you’re now our pathetic, cuckold house slave!” I hissed, the anger boiling through me. “You don’t ever touch us. Me, Georgia, your wife, and my mother are all off-limits to you! You’re not a man! You’re a little beta male! A wimpy cuckold! My Daddy bred your wife! He knocked her up! He owns her pussy! She’s his whore! Only his! You can’t ever touch her. Touch us! Your dick can’t even get hard! You’re that pathetic! Aunt Louisa, you never want Uncle Wayne to touch you. You’re only Daddy’s sex slave! You love only him! Serve only him! Uncle Wayne, all you can do is watch Daddy use us and serve us as our house slave! Now strip your woman naked right now so Daddy can—”

A strong hand clamped over my mouth from behind as my thoughts burned. Daddy cut off my commands. My eyes widened in realization. I wasn’t supposed to do this. I wasn’t supposed to give these orders. I just got so angry and…

My body shook. The rage boiling through me evaporated in a moment. I quivered as Daddy kept his hand clamped so tight over my mouth. Tears burned my eyes as my body shook. Emotion overwhelmed me. The shudders rattled my body, a hitching sob building in my chest.

I was bad again. I kept being a naughty girl. Not a good young lady. I had to stop being dominant and using my powers.

Daddy hauled me out of the living room, leaving Uncle Wayne to strip my blue-eyed aunt naked, exposing her busty breasts and the matching corset to my mother’s she wore hidden beneath her loose dress. I had a last glimpse of Wayne on his knees, pulling off his wife’s panties before Daddy dragged me down the hallway.

He brought me into the bathroom, shoving me through the door. He wasn’t gentle. I could feel his anger at me, his disappointment, as he thrust me before the mirror. I gasped, my black hair, gathered in a braid, falling off my shoulder and spilling down my back. My small breasts jiggled. My green eyes swam with tears. Hitching shivers wracked my body. Daddy’s hand muffled my sobs.

I wanted to tell him I was sorry, to beg for his forgiveness. His strong face, tight with his anger at me, loomed over my shoulder. I felt his strong body pressing into me, his cock against my ass.