Chapter 1: Kristy – A Daughters Best

She felt electric, as she marveled at herself in her full-length vanity mirror in her room, her body still gleaming from the fresh shower, even though she’d managed to dry her hair off, leaving it a short, black, familiar mess of curly hair, she knew and loved, the rest of her looked like she was perspiring like a woman in heat. Kristy was a vision at eighteen, African-American, with chocolaty brown skin and a figure that begged to be touched amongst other things, as she admired herself. Her full hips, muscular, thick legs, and arms never once robbed her of her alluring femininity so many of the girls at her school she knew found intimidating, to say the least, having been blessed with her mother and fathers genes, providing her with a lean yet strong frame to work upon, as she passed a hand tentatively over her defined abs. Her body, a testament to her work ethic, reflecting the countless, productive hours spent at her local gym, refining what she knew in her heart was every teenage boy and more than a few men’s walking wet dreams, in the form of her body. Her naturally large bust, mirroring her mother’s own was undeniably one of her best features, aside from the subtle beauty of her face that lent her a cute, almost perfectly innocent quality she used to disguise her freshly laid hunger like a trap behind and the thick, proportionate curves that complimented her body throughout, that discarded any ideas that any part of her body was anything less than what she’d been born with, reshaped to her whims, powered under her efforts.

She was no angel though, that was for damn sure, she mused. The videos she’d had posted anonymously on the internet of the moments of precious lovemaking shared between her parents, captured in their own bedroom nonetheless was a testament to that. Her partner in crime Eric having doctored the footage safely, scrubbing their faces into pixelated blurs, along with background images like family and personal photos capable of giving away clues as to who and where they were. He’d even cleverly added sound dubbing, targeting background noises that could expose geographic hints to their location, as well as anything they said that could do the same, as to who they were and in turn who was posting the elicit content without their permission. Watching him work digitally had been like watching a master class in digital articulation unfold, as he manipulated pixels in the same way she masterfully dictated the reactions between substances in chemistry, she thought with a smile. Her own chosen field in chemistry one she wanted to exploit to earn a bachelor’s degree in pharmaceutical sciences or maybe just simple microbiology after she graduated and applied to a university with the programs she wanted. They both complimented each other’s skills in their current arrangement, especially now that they had a new agent to try out, something she’d suspected was just another clone or rip off of phenylcyclohexyl piperidine and inherently just as dangerous, rooted in PCP, which wasn’t famous for encouraging results after consumption.

She knew even in low doses PCP could produce numbness in the extremities and intoxication, characterized by staggering, unsteady gait, slurred speech, bloodshot eyes, and loss of balance. Moderate doses were known to produce analgesia or the inability to feel pain, acting like anesthesia. The psychological effects were ... beyond worth considering, which said something about their severity. This new drug’s physical makeup was anything but subtle, although elegant enough for her taste at least, from what they’d been allowed to glimpse from their dark web contact of its partial formula at first which put to rest any fears of this being a home-cooked version of knock-off dissociative anaesthetic, which was not wholly what they were looking for. They had been aspiring for something that could control those they wanted to target, but also remove any lasting memory afterward, over a long period of time if possible, nothing too retroactive or invasive, just something they could modulate or tailor to their liking afterward. The “Promise” had been a dream, she thought, smiling to herself as she recalled the moment when they’d finally received the full formula. It was everything she’d hoped, odorless, colorless, and tasteless, with the explored potential or so their contact had stated, to force its imbibers in its current fluid state to enter a deep, suggestive sleepwalking state for an entire twelve hours, allowing them to experience vivid “dreams” and perform complex actions without any reliable memory of doing so upon waking. It was a godsend ... well in the right hands. In hers it was a nightmare waiting to be born, especially around her parent’s futures, she thought as she dried herself off, with a fresh towel, dressing in simple, casual black shorts for walking around the house and a short, matching black top that exposed her midriff and the defined muscles there, she adored flashing at home.

It was Friday night and she was without a care in the world, as she made her way downstairs, her mother and father, were both in the living room, their backs to the kitchen as she prepared their evening tea, laced with the Sandman’s Promise, her hands steady as she lay the cups with their coasters before them on the living room table, set between them and the TV as they settled in for the evening news, starting in a few minutes around nine in the evening, most of which she knew they just tuned out because of the depressing quality and state of the world in general. Something she knew she could depend on to at least distract them idly as she sat back and scrolled through her phone, messaging Eric she was implementing the agent now. Unlike her, his reservations had been more pronounced, specifically around the memory-altering effects, which even though she couldn’t fully substantiate beyond the redacted lab results they’d received digital copies of, she continued to rationalize to herself that if one part of the effects of the chemical could be substantiated then so could the others, knowing from what she’d seen that they were all tied together, knowing what to look for, in the sleep glazed eyes and suggestive states that would be the first signs of its effectiveness. Although she had her own reserve of doubt, her need to finally consume her parents overwhelmed all other fears, as she gazed at them over the edge of her phone.

Her mother Sandra was the living personification of an amazon, tall but not overly so, muscular but lean and feminine like her. Her skin was lighter than Kristy’s, her own matching her father Jonathan’s more closely, who was equally muscular but leaning noticeably towards bulk rather than definition. She knew from the recorded footage he had a foot-longer at the very least tucked away in his pants, but suspected it could become longer when fully aroused. Something she felt on an almost instinctual level, that her mother wasn’t providing for, despite how she suspected she’d probably feel and taste like. Sandra did look on the camera at least, capable of going for miles on end before she’d go for bust. Most times though they were either pressed for time before Kristy came back from the Gym or her part-time job as a hostess at a local restaurant, having worked her way up from waitress using more than just her charm to work her way up, or she’d simply seemed satisfied with either of them reaching a singular but penultimate climax, during their small coveted moments of lovemaking. She wanted nothing more than to inexplicably run her hands through her mother’s braided hair at this very moment, lining her scalp in fresh cornrows that ended in a single, lengthy, braided ponytail coming down over her shoulder across her chest. Both were in their forties and in more than good health, her father looked like a walking goliath, taller than her mother but again not overly so. His muscular, wide frame gave him an almost indomitable aspect, she wanted more than nothing else to tame so badly she could almost taste it on the end of her tongue, waiting to ride her into oblivion on the edge of her taste buds.

Once she saw their sleep-dazed eyes, she knew the agent was taking effect, even as they began to slump forward she took the cups from their hands resting on their matching coasters on the table. She could for now at least give them some basic instructions to test out the working elements of the drug harmlessly, as she led them up to their bedroom, knowing she had full, plausible deniability as she led them in, reasoning that she could explain it off as the best course of action, once she saw their glazed over looks. The likely result of the weeks stresses all compounding on them at the tail end of a Friday night, as fatigue finally set in like a sledgehammer ready to take them down. She’d be thanked for her foresight and care in leading them back to their bedroom, and she could test in some simple way if the drugs memory altering effects were based in reality and not just some fanciful hope its original creator had cooked up.

Looking at them now, as they lay in bed, she couldn’t help herself. Her mother was wrapped in a pair of body-hugging yoga pants and matching sports bra that showed off her figure beautifully, her tracksuit top discarded on a nearby chair, leaving her looking irresistible as she lay down, like she wanted to be taken then and there, her body seemingly barely contained to Kristy’s eyes within the thin, revealing fabric. Her father looked almost ... welcoming like he couldn’t wait for what was potentially coming, as they both laid back and settled into the mattress of the king-size bed. She knew she’d hate herself later if what she had loosely planned didn’t pan out, even as she asked them to undress with a smile, knowing they’d respond to orders. The only bodily limits were those she wished to impose, at least on the first evening, allowing her to learn more about the compound’s limitations. If it didn’t end well or horribly, well ... at least she’d get what she’d always desired and more, as every fantasy she’d ever had, along with every noteworthy, idle sexual musing she’d ever come up with, suddenly felt solidly within her grasp, like a cheat code to life she couldn’t pass up. She marveled at her parent’s naked bodies as they discarded their clothes neatly to the side. Asking her father to fetch some clean towels from the en suite bathroom they could place on the bed to save time wasted otherwise on washing and replacing the sheets instead, as she discarded her black half-top at her feet, before sliding off her shorts and stepping out of them, no bra or underwear, in her mind she was a perfect storm of sorts already, why add ostentation in the form of lace underwear.

When he returned and set the towels in place over the length of the bed, taking her place at its head, instructing them “I want you both to regain your complete lucidity but be unable to resist my commands either physically or mentally”, she said as they both began to slowly stir from their glazed over looks, staring at her and then themselves, neither motioning to cover their modesty, even as they physically looked like they desperately wanted to, but at the same time looked like something was holding them back or even draining their efforts to resist, as Kristy simply smiled and added “you’ve been drugged via your tea, with a chemical agent that’s basically going to make you fulfil my deepest fantasies, after were done, I’ll order you return back to your natural sleep cycles and by morning you won’t register a thing, either physically, with consideration to how intense I make you “perform” or mentally, meaning your memory will be altered to the point where this entire “session” as I’d like to start calling these, will be whipped out. The idea is to drug you on an almost nightly basis as I take you for the ride of your lives, letting you recover with just enough time so that the drug can work its magic and heal you up, before the morn, making it just seem like a very active, sexual dream you might have had, if that”, she said with a joy-filled smile that spoke volumes of both her intent and focus, as she eyed them like two very precious, life-changing steps she’d be taking to sate the unearthly desires even now stirring within her body with naked excitement, as it shivered uncontrollably in anticipation for a few seconds. “You have one opportunity now, speak your piece before we get started”, Kristy advised “You’ll find your mouths becoming very busy, very soon otherwise, so best take advantage of this little moment for orientation”, she said, with a smile so crooked it looked like a knife had drawn it on her face, a hint of madness sparkling in her eyes, like stars in a night sky.

Both her parents were left speechless for a moment before her mother spoke up first, “Why ... why do this?” was all she could make out through her growing fear that felt like someone had dropped a lead weight in her stomach that wanted to convert itself into a ready heart attack. When Kristy simply answered “Because why not? Especially if I’m determined enough to get it?”, she said by way of answer that still left them reeling before she added “Plus how could I resist?”, she said “Just take a look at you both, I know I have, and I want to explore everything you can give me, every twist, every turn, until there’s nothing left to explore and we do it all over again tomorrow night”, she purred, as she lay back on their bed with the same self-confidence and sense of entitled privilege to control over their bodies and their destinies throughout the evening like a playful cat of sorts, playing a game with its new, meals, waiting to see if her potential prey would join her on the bed by their own will or if she’d have to impose her own upon them. “Dad”, she said “have you ever had a lurid, sexual fantasy about me, which you’d never intend to explore in real life, but wondered at least once, what it would be like if you did? Answer honestly”, she instructed, her eyes gleaming with excitement and malice.

All he could manage was a simple “yes ... sometimes”, as he resisted the drug before adding “But it was harmless and I never acted on it”, he said hurriedly even as his wife looked over at him with shocked disbelief more so from the situation they were in than what he was saying, as it all piled together. Her eyes nonetheless were wide and horrified at his confession; she could feel a cold shiver run down her spine at the implications. “It’s okay Mom, don’t worry too much”, she said soothingly “because tonight you’re going to act on it and I’m gonna’ help you, both of you, like it or not, like me or not, because you’ll find there’s no way out of this unless I make one for you”, she said, her voice as smooth as silk, with a hint of the steel beneath it that made her words feel like a promise that would never be broken, even if it was the last thing she did.

She motioned for her parents to come closer to her, “Mom I need you to clean me with your tongue”, she gestured between her legs to her already wet, hairless pussy. “Dad I’m going to “clean” you, so get close your gonna’ teach me exactly how you want me to make you cum via that good length of meat hanging between your legs, one instruction at a time if you need to, whilst mom watches, and maybe even learns a lesson or two you were either too embarrassed or too afraid to teach her. Probably because it might hurt her feelings or maybe because she never gave you another opportunity to spoil yourself so badly like I’m about to”, she said teasingly, as he nodded numbly, a disbelieving look locked onto his face, even as her mother mirrored it. Both of them settled in closer to her on the bed, Sandra on her hands and knees, resting her weight on her arms, as she ducked her head between Kristy’s legs. Her every instinct and sense of wrongness fruitlessly tried and failed to fight off the influence of the drug, in a one-sided battle where it remained victorious, as her tongue made contact with her waiting clit at the same moment Kristy’s did with her father’s head. She gripped the shaft of his penis tenderly like it was the most delicate object on earth, lifting its flaccid length to raise it level with her face, the dark meat of its head gracing the supple curves of her lips, as she teased its sensitive surface with their soft and wet, fullness. She looked up at him with the same unmistakable euphoric look in her eyes she might have given him for presenting her with an unexpected but wholly welcome gift.

Before he could even attempt to get in a word, she’d already taken him into her mouth, her tongue dancing along his shaft before swirling around its head, teasing its eye with her teeth before she sucked down hard on it, her cheeks hollowing as she took him down her throat. Her hand played delicately with his balls as she did so and she could tell it was almost too much for him, the mixed sensations washing over him like a tidal wave, a mix of pleasure, shock, and newfound horror paralyzing him in place as he knelt before her on the bed. His mind was screaming at him, telling him to stop her, but his body responded only to her wishes, his cock already swelling before she popped him out of her mouth and said “Remember Daddy, you need to tell me if this feels good and if I’m doing a good job, or you need me to adjust my technique for you somehow, but only honest suggestions, nothing else, kay?”, she said smiling devilishly before taking him back into her mouth, her eyes open and staring up at him intently, as she focused on pleasing him. Her cheeks hollowed out again as she took him deep, playing with his balls once again tenderly between her well-manicured fingers, he was grateful for at least, not wanting to imagine the effects of doing it instead with false or even overly grown nails some women tended grew out too long that put him in the mind of talons. Her thumb gently stroked the base of his cock, as she sucked and swallowed his growing erection with ease, her teeth scraping him lightly as she went, eliciting a moan from him that she felt thrum through his body.

Sandra, on the other hand, felt like she was walking into a fresh nightmare that would wholly be her undoing, as she licked and kissed her daughter’s naked pussy, feeling the wetness spread over her face like a warm embrace she didn’t want as her daughter’s moans led her to believe she was achieving the desired result, never having engaged in any kind of lesbian acts of lovemaking herself, as she tried to resist it every step of the way, even as her mind reeled at the act and the disgust it brought her, but unable to stop her body from obeying her daughter’s whims. The taste was like nothing she’d ever known, the scent was intoxicating and it was making her feel things she never had before, her body was betraying her and she could feel herself becoming aroused, something she didn’t want to admit even to herself, as she was forced to continue the alien act of pleasuring her daughter, her tongue moving on its own accord as if it had a mind of its own. Meanwhile, Jonathan’s eyes rolled back in his head, the pleasure was so intense he felt like he was floating on a cloud, his cock feeling the most alive it had in years, despite the horror of the situation or maybe because of it, he wondered darkly.

Kristy moaned into him, as her mother fed off her, the sounds of her sucking him off was a symphony of sinful pleasure to his ears, something that seemed to resonate through his very soul, the vibration of it all adding to his building arousal as she seemed insatiable, ravenous and concentrated like an unyielding bomb ready for him to set her off. She reasoned she didn’t need his instruction, as her enthusiasm alone seemed to be able to carry her through the act. On some level, she knew her eagerness to show her mother exactly how it was done was what was fuelling her desires in part. Her hands tightened around his balls as her head continued to bob and pick up speed. Sandra watched and wondered what would happen next, how more perverted her daughter could become before her eyes, as Kristy reached with her free hand not currently either working her husband’s shaft or switching to his balls to play with them, to press her face in further into the tight lips of her sex, as Sandra gagged and coughed around her daughters clit and delicate folds. Her lower face washed in her daughter’s brimming juices, and she could feel the beginnings of a tear roll down her face, a silent cry for help that went unheard as she was forced to keep going by her child’s hand. “That’s it, mommy, clean me whilst I’m still dirty”, she exclaimed with a small shameless giggle, that left Sandra wondering if she was actually dreaming this nightmare or if this was truly her hellish reality from now on like her daughter had explained, neither option was encouraging.

“That’s it, that’s it”, Kristy said, her words muffled by the thickness of her father’s cock in her mouth, “Just like that”, she instructed, her voice filled with the sweetness of pure evil as she felt her mother’s tongue slither inside her like a deadly serpent about to snap upon its prey within the walls of her womb, as she felt it squirm and lap around inside her uncontrollably under her instruction. At the same time her father’s moans were reaching a crescendo, as he arched his head back at the ceiling, his eyes closed bathing in overstimulation, as Kristy handled the full length of his aroused manhood, firmly shoving as much as she possibly could in her mouth and down her throat as it adjusted to his size. It looked slick and possibly lethal if he were to ever actually lodge it inside her fully, measuring roughly over a foot in length, the bulbous head pulsing, threatening to explode inside her mouth, as she welcomed the thought with open arms. She was more than eager to taste his seed and knew that she’d have broken him fully to her will by doing so from the indication of his honest moans. Even as her lips stretched taut around it barely able to even take him at just the head, she felt a thrill of excitement and power knowing that she had brought him to this point, a man who had been the very image of strength and dominance in their household alongside her mother, now reduced to a quivering, moaning, puddle of obedience through pleasure before her very eyes, even though the drug was playing a key role in it, but she didn’t bother dwelling on it for too long.

Kristy felt powerful a consumed by her ravening lusts, her body shivering with excitement as she knew she was close, deadly close, as her heart seemed to be trying to break out of her chest in anticipation. When her father came, she was only seconds behind him, her climax crashing through her like a wave of pure, unbridled pleasure that washed away all doubt and hesitation she had ever felt about her own justified, twisted intentions. The room was filled with the sounds of their muffled moans as they reached their peak together, a symphony of depravity that seemed to echo through the very walls of the house. Sandra gagged even as her daughter held her head down firmly to her sex, as her thick, consuming lips enveloped her entrance. She could no more resist taking in Kristy’s essence spraying into her mouth wildly, than she could swallowing it. Sandra’s face became a twisted expression of disgust and personal hatred for the very daughter who had brought her low like this with a smile on her face as she fed off her husband, a ravenous girl feeding her demons, playing at being a woman, as she stole physical affection and abused the trust between both partners before obliterating it with each successive moan she drove out him as she drank him in. With a leering smile still wrapped around her husband’s cock as she looked down at her. His milky seed cloying on the edge of her lower lip, before she slurped it back up and motioned for her to raise herself so that she was level with her before taking one long and final suck on her father’s tender cock and gently pried her mother’s mouth open with her thumb and forefinger. Kristy’s mouth made a tight seal over her mother’s, as Sandra felt her daughter’s tongue pour the fresh, milky load from her husband’s cock into her mouth, the feeling and taste of it all mixing in her mouth as she felt herself swallow against her will. The violation of her mouth prolonged as her daughter fed off her comfort, pushing her lightly onto her back on the bed, as she spread Sandra’s legs open whilst lying on top of her. She motioned for her father to insert himself into his wife, knowing he was still half-hard even after his release, as Kristy hooked her mother’s legs over her hips into the small of her back, her heels lightly touching the parting crack of her ass as she said “I want you to make her beg daddy, make her beg for more before you switch to me, I want you to use your wife to build you up this time and cum in me, releasing just as much as humanly possible, tonight we going to see if I’m becoming a mommy”, she said with a gleeful smile that she couldn’t help before she dipped her head back down to take her mother’s mouth with her own, even as Sandra’s expression became wholly horrified once again, as her daughter consumed them both.

Her father could only obey. In his wildest and most obscure dreams, he had in fact thought about taking Kristy, in some unrealistic and entirely unbelievable scenario, where his wife would be knocked out asleep in their room and he’d wondered off in the middle of the night unable to sleep himself, looking for a drink or a snack from the fridge. Entering through their front door, none other than Kristy would wander in before locking up clumsily behind herself, her usual control, poise, and charm lost, drunk and teetering on the edge of collapse before she managed to somehow wander into her own room on the ground floor and completely passing out as she was on her bed, as vulnerable as she could have hoped her to be with enough alcohol in her system to wipe out any memory of what he had planned ever forming in her mind afterward. In this instance he’d take her tentatively, pretending to be a boy she was fond of and gibbering about in her half-sleeping, half-wasted, drunken state. He’d take advantage of her to the point where he’d come in her at least once, daring enough to take her virginity and her purity all at once without her knowing. Ironically the very real reality that she would have cherished any advance he would have attempted to take her grace for herself, dawned on him as one of the most sickening, yet at the same time unusually sobering thoughts he was capable of having in his drugged-up state. He was practically enslaved to her daughter’s will and whim, even as his wife endured the same unhindered passions that must have been swelling inside Kristy for years unnoticed and unheeded until she finally found an outlet.

He inserted himself into his wife’s sex, her body tight around his, as he began to thrust into her with a gentle, almost tender rhythm that seemed at odds with the horror of the situation. Sandra could do nothing but watch as her daughter kissed her down her neck, feeling up one of her breasts along with one of her ass cheeks as she squeezed both roughly within her grip, unable to get enough of her and the need she had to satisfy herself from ravishing her body. It was a surreal and unmistakable feeling of dislocation, almost like watching a scene play out from a porn movie she’d never wanted to star in. She could feel her body responding despite herself, her hips moving to meet his thrusts as if her body was trying to tell her that she enjoyed this, even though her mind was screaming in protest. “Don’t worry, Mommy”, Kristy began “As you well know I’m very efficient in managing my time, so whilst you’ve both been living your daily lives and running around occasionally playing with yourselves in bed whilst I’m not here, me and my partner have been capturing everything, or at least the parts that make sense to post on the internet on his self-made porn site, trust me, it’s delicious what you kids get up to when I’m not around”, she said with a sneering wheeze, barely able to control herself as she let her revelation sink in.

Her father’s eyes went wide with horror, as he realized that his most private moments were not only known to his daughter but had been shared with the world, the thought of strangers jerking off to them both as they unknowingly expressed their love on a candid camera was almost too much to bear, as he felt his cock swell even more inside his wife. Sandra looked at him with a mix of shock and revulsion over Kristy’s shoulder; she didn’t know what to feel anymore as if her entire world was finally crashing down around her. Yet, she couldn’t stop her body from responding to the pleasure he was giving her, even as she knew it was all a sick game orchestrated by the very person she had brought into the world and raised with love and care. The room was a cacophony of wet slaps and moans as they continued, the walls seemingly closing in on them with every thrust, the air thick with the scent of sex and deception. “But don’t worry too much, your faces, voices, hell anything in this room that could give away who you are and where you are geographically speaking, was dubbed out expertly by his hand. But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll come to meet him tonight fairly soon after I’ve had my fun. He did after all help me concoct the very drug that’s in your system now. So yeah, I’m very good with my time, I know what you want and when you want it. I know that you’re a natural squirter mommy just like me”, she said smiling with glee almost manically “and that I can’t wait to make you all mine, so we can both feed off each other at any given time. Daddy doesn’t have to have all the fun of making you cum all by himself”, she teased before planting her lips around the light brown nipple of her left breast, her mouth sealing over it as she sucked on it before her tongue swirled to satisfy the tip with enough stimulation to make it stiffen and rise to a sensitive point. Sandra’s body was a battlefield of emotions, as a war raged within her. The pleasure of her husband’s movements inside her fought against the disgust she felt for her daughter’s actions. Her mind became a whirlwind, trying to piece together how they had come to this point, but she was too lost in the haze of the drug being fuelled by her body’s reactions to her husband’s efforts to bodily ram himself into her dick first with growing abandon, until he either fit entirely or something broke in her, to her daughter’s satisfaction, as Sandra cried out in unwanted ecstasy.