The Mind Control Device Chapter 3: Father & Daughter Virginity Test

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Three: Father & Daughter Virginity Test

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Dean Michaels

I arrived at the Wholesome Food, the grocery store my wife liked to shop at, eager to pick up the milk she wanted. I wasn’t excited to pick up the milk but to have the chance to do another test of my mind control device. The works of the last six months had its first test in a park two hours away.

An amazing test.

It had worked with flying colors. It had done everything I wanted. I learned a few things, tested out some of the features, and had myself a good time. There was the MILF who’d given a blowjob, the two barely legal twins who gave me their cherries, and the MILFs daughter who joined her mother for another blowjob and who’d given me my first taste of anal sex.

My wife had a bit of a kinky streak, but she didn’t like ass play. I felt bad about cheating on her, but it was so much fun. She wouldn’t understand why I wanted to do this. How I wanted to enjoy our daughters. That would be amazing.

Eighteen-year-old June and twenty-year-old Dusk (real name Eve).

I parked my SUV before the grocery store and glanced at my device. It was modified from the speaker dock that you’d place a cell phone or MP3 player in to use as a boombox. I had replaced many of the components in it to produce sounds at an ultra-high frequency of sounds. Sounds too high for a human to hear, but one that would affect brainwaves at the right pulses. It was targetable, focusing on one person while it could also put out general waves.

Or it could make a person immune to different effects.

I had run the battery down at the park. I had a 54% charge now. I had it plugged into the outlet in my vehicle. My SUV had a robust electrical system. I glanced over at the crowd flowing into the grocery store, the sliding doors opening and closing.

This was perfect. I knew the device worked, but I wanted to check out one other feature of it. Just to make sure that this would function properly and accomplish what I wanted. It had a two hundred yard range. Which was overkill for my house.

I climbed out of my SUV and grabbed my device and the laptop hooked up to it. I hurried over to a shopping cart. I had to put the device down on it and… How could I do this? I stared at the cart, wondering how I could do it. The shopping cart was the standard type, the big central basket, the shelf beneath, and the small seat that could fold out for a toddler to sit in or for you to put small items.

I could put the device in the basket, but I needed my laptop easily accessible.

“Damn,” I muttered, staring at the cart. What was I going to do with that? It would be so obvious that I was doing something weird.

It took a few attempts to get it to balance in the fold-out seat. I managed to get it to work, barely. It was in a precarious position. If it was jostled wrong, it might fall. If it came unplugged from my laptop, the device wouldn’t operate properly, ending its broadcast and that could have some bad repercussions.

The place also had cameras. That wasn’t good at all. This was a risk, a place I was known, but the park had gone perfectly so I was willing to try.

I managed to get my laptop balanced finally. I was messing around with it right outside the doors. A Hispanic man accompanied by two barely legal girls, one probably his daughter because the other was blonde and White, gave me a weird look as he grabbed a cart.

“Here we are,” I said, the laptop at a slant, part of it on the handle, with it leaned back into the seat’s back

I headed inside to buy the milk.

I went with care, holding the laptop with my thumbs as I held the handle. I headed inside, the automatic doors whooshing open before me. Soft music played above. The cash registers were to my right, half the checkout stands occupied, the workers helping customers.

A busty girl was scanning items in the nearest lane, her brown hair flowing as she glanced at me before turning back to her job. The beeps echoed as I started typing on my laptop. I had to put in the initial commands to get started.

A mature woman with curly, black hair and an eighteen-year-old boy walked by me. The woman glanced at me, frowning as I began typing the first of the commands, staring at the computer program. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment at the attention. It was strange. People didn’t use a laptop in the entrance of a grocery store balanced on a shopping car seat.

“What’s he up to?” the boy asked as they headed inside.

“No idea,” the MILF said.

The cashier glanced at me again.

My program had two screens, a command line that looked like DOS, black with white text. The other side was a radar-like screen covered in dots with their own six-digit hexadecimal tag that the machine used to target people. There was another faint outline, the boundary of the building. It was pulled from the GPS and Google Maps, the machine recognizing where it was in the world and that it must be indoors.

On the command line, I typed: restrict building boundary mode.

It was the first time I tried it. The device would only affect people inside the building. My fingers typed on the laptop as I entered the next series of commands. The cashier was handing over the receipt, staring at me.

I identified my hexadecimal tag in the center of the GPS screen. 840F21; immune from sound waves, arousal protocol. Those two commands targeted me. The arousal protocol was amazing, using my mind to push my cock past its normal stamina limits. The other kept me from being affected by any other command I gave it, or a general command that would affect everyone.

The cashier moved out from behind her lane and headed over to me in her blue smock and khaki pants. She was young, mid-twenties. She had this puzzled look on her face as she marched to me. My cheeks burned even more. Customers were streaming in.

under 18; flight protocol.

Instantly, I heard a child start complaining. The parent frowned, juggling them, the child wanting to leave, the parent not wanting to resist. After a moment, the parent turned around and left. Others were moving out of the building, too. I could see their dots flowing to the exit, parents with their children. I didn’t want any of them in there.

A college coed was old enough. They were legal, if barely. Any younger than eighteen wasn’t acceptable to me.

“Excuse me,” the cashier said. She stopped beside me as I waited for the children and their parents to flow out of the store. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, test,” I said, waiting for them all to leave so I could put in the next command. I typed out

all; boredom protocol

but didn’t hit enter. There were still dots moving through the store with purpose on the screen.

“What sort of test?” she asked. She had big tits enhanced by folding her arms beneath them and giving me a fierce look. She didn’t appear happy at all. “Who are you? You’re not one of our vendors.”

“Well,” I said. “It’s fine. You’ll see.”

“I don’t think it’s fine,” she said, glancing around. She motioned towards an older gentleman in a white shirt and black pants. It was a security guard with a silver badge. He had a patch on his shoulder and his belt jangled as he headed over to us. “It’s weird.”

“I guess,” I said, glancing at the screen. A woman with a small child rushed by, the last dots that were moving to the door. The moment they were outside, I hit the enter key, executing the command I’d pre-typed.

“Is there a prob… lem…” The security guard’s words trailed off as his shoulders slumped. He stared down at his feet, looking utterly bored. So did the cashier who was questioning me.

Every person in the store was equally bored. A few sat down and just folded their hands across their laps. Others shifted in place, twiddling thumbs or rubbing the back of their neck. They were so bored, they wouldn’t pay attention to anything.

I let out a long exhale, my lips fluttering from the force. That was too close.

I studied the security guard. I figured out what his tag was, 04E045B. I smiled, eager to test out another command. This was one of my pre-scripted protocols. They were macros that ran programs, and this was a complex one.

04E045B; security protocol

The security guard launched into movement. He headed for a door marked “Employee Only” and vanished. I glanced down at the screen, watching his dot moving through the building. I had no layout for the interior, just the faint outline from the Google Earth’s program. He stopped in a room. I hoped this would work.

I glanced at the cashier. She was cute. My dick ached and throbbed from the arousal protocol, but I was aware of the security camera that focused on me. It was recording all of this. If anyone saw the footage…

After five boring minutes of waiting, using up my precious battery life, the security guard emerged from the employee area. He marched up to me and said, “The security system is disabled along with the previous thirty minutes of footage.”

He slouched into his boredom pose.

I smiled.

I moved my cart deeper into the store, wanting to get away from the entrance. The automatic doors whisked open and a young man sauntered in. He made it a few steps before his shoulders slouched. He gripped his hands, staring at his toes.

It proved that the building restricted mode worked.

Perfect.

I moved through the store, the wheels of my shopping cart squeaking. It was quiet in the store. The music played in the background, but there was none of the usual clatter of people talking, shopping carts groaning, the beep of barcode scanners. I passed the bored people, seeing more women than men.

I reached the back of the store near the bread section and the dairy section. There was an open space where they had some tables set out to sale cooking ware. I stopped here, nodding. The black-haired MILF with the young man was nearby. He held his phone in his hand as he stared down at the floor. She gripped the shopping cart, her face hidden by her hair.

all; naked protocol, incest protocol

I smiled as clothing began rustling around me while everyone would be okay with incest.