Chapter 2: Naughty Daughter’s Vibrating Punishment

Sixteen-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.

“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 fifteen-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 he’d gotten all that hippie nonsense out of his head so he could properly discipline me.

The closet 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 honey-smooth. Such a sultry sound. “I thought that was barbaric, but...”

I tried to say, “But now you know.” It came out as an unintelligent mush. Drool ran down my chin. I couldn’t stop it. I felt so demeaned. Like such a bad girl. It made my pussy tingle more. My nipples throbbed.

“You have been such a trial, Bess,” she continued. “You’ve made me want to pull out my hair with your wild antics. And now ... Your Father and I will punish you right. We’ll mold you into a proper young lady.”

I whimpered in delight. I was at their mercy, so helpless, and I loved it.

“Yes, we will,” Daddy said. “Woman, I know you’re hungry to eat that creampie.”

“So much, Father,” Mommy said.

She called him Father when they played BDSM? How did I not realize my parents were such kinky freaks? This was awesome. And now ... Now I got to play with them. What would they do to me? “Eat that underage cunt,” Daddy growled. “Feast on that hot, little pussy. Clean out every drop of my cum out her snatch.”

“Yes, Father,” Mommy moaned. “And you, you little tramp, get your Father’s cock hard. Put that whore mouth to use. You won’t say those filthy words any longer. You won’t backtalk us or give us sass with your mouth stuffed full of dick.”

Her hand yanked my head down to my daddy’s cock glistening with my juices. I smelled my spicy juices on him. I whimpered, more drool leaking out of my gagged mouth. The ring kept my mouth opened wide enough to swallow my daddy’s dick. She grasped his half-hard shaft by the base and forced it into my mouth.

I sucked.

My tongue danced around the shaft, feeling it throb, tasting my spicy pussy. It was so naughty. My hips wiggled, more and more of his cum trickling out of me. It ran in thick rivulets down my thighs as I sucked with wanton abandon.

“That’s it, young lady,” Daddy groaned. “That’s how you treat your father.”

“Yes,” Mommy moaned, moving around the bed. “Oh, Father, we’re going to mold her into the perfect daughter.” Her hands grasped my spanked rump. She squeezed, pain flaring across my butt-cheeks.

I shivered, moaning about my daddy’s hardening cock. Her tongue lapped up my legs. She gathered the salty cum running down my thighs. She dragged her tongue up my skin, tingles racing ahead of it to my juicy pussy. I made such wanton, noisy suckling sound as my hips wiggled.

Her fingers dug into my asscheeks again. The wonderful flare of heat sent dizzy delight through me. I nursed hard on my daddy’s dick. He was fully hard again. He groaned, his fatherly face twisting with the pleasure I gave him.

Mommy’s tongue reached my pussy.

She nuzzled into my trimmed bush, her tongue lapping through my folds. She teased my pussy lips, sending such sweet delight through me. My mommy ate my pussy while I sucked my daddy’s cock. This day couldn’t get any better. I was naughty, and they punished me.

Her fingers kneaded my throbbing ass. The pain mixed with the pleasure. I loved it. I sucked as hard as I could on his dick. I bobbed my head, my little tits jiggling. Mommy licked again and again, gathering Daddy’s incestuous seed as it poured out of my snatch.

“Mmm, she tastes like me, Father,” Mommy said. “It’s even better than when I scoop your cum out of my pussy.”

“She’s takes after her naughty mother,” Daddy said. “She has your green eyes. And she sucks cock with such enthusiasm.”

“Wicked slut,” Mommy moaned. Her hand smacked my spanked rump.

I moaned, my cunt clenching. Then her tongue buried into my snatch. She wiggled it deep, searching around inside of me. Pleasure built and built in the depths of my cunt as Mommy ate my snatch. She gathered all of Daddy’s cum out of me that she could, stimulating my pussy walls.

Every flutter of her tongue brought me closer and closer to my orgasm. I reveled in this, bobbing my head, my tongue swirling about my daddy’s cock. Drool ran down my chin. I felt like such a slutty whore. A wanton daughter.

It was everything I wanted.

My fingers dug into the bedspread as my pussy clenched about my mother’s probing tongue. She swirled it around in me. I squirmed my hips back into her, grinding on her hot pussy lips. She feasted on me. She gave me such pleasure and such pain, her fingers digging into my rump.

“She’s got such a hot cunt, Father,” Mommy moaned.

“And a hot mouth, woman,” he growled, his hands grabbing my head. He bobbed my head, fucking my mouth up and down his cock.

I utterly surrendered to his lusts. His cock brushed the back of my throat. He kept forcing my head down. I gasped, unable to stop him. I choked and coughed. I gasped, a gurgling moan rising in my throat. Then he rammed his dick down my gullet. My eyes widened, heat swirling through my pussy.

He used me. It was amazing.

I came hard.

My pussy convulsed. My mommy’s tongue fluttered through my cunt, lapping up the juices flooding out of me. Ecstasy shot through my body. Stars burst across my vision. I moaned around my daddy’s cock, my throat constricting about his shaft.

He groaned. He threw his head back. He let out low moans of delight. He enjoyed it. Even though I was cumming, I still gave him pleasure. My hips wiggled back and forth, rubbing against my mother’s hungry mouth.

It felt amazing.

My parents used me. Pleasure rippled through my body. The waves washed through me. Daddy’s fingers tightened in my hair. He ripped my mouth up his cock. I sucked the entire time, my pleasure peaking through me.

“Young lady!” Daddy growled.

His cum fired into my mouth.

Salty, delicious, thick, cream. It coated the roof of my mouth and my tongue. It swirled around my teeth. I gulped it down, swallowing every drop of my daddy’s incestuous cream. My mommy’s tongue wiggled through my pussy as another orgasm burst through me.

“That’s it, young lady!” Daddy growled.

“That’s how you please your father,” my mommy moaned between licks. Her tongue fluttered against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. It was amazing. Sparks burst across my vision. I loved it. I wanted to be used over and over.

Daddy’s cock erupted a final time into my mouth. I gulped it down, sucking in breaths through my nostrils as the rapture carried me to such heights of pleasure. He released my hair, gasping and groaning, his face flushed with the ecstasy I gave him.

“Mmm, young lady, you’re earning our forgiveness,” Mommy said, her fingers squeezing my rump once more. Then she let go. “But you have more to do.”

“Yes,” Daddy groaned. “Woman, you know what to do.”

“Yes, Father,” my mother purred.

I still couldn’t believe my mother was my Daddy’s submissive. It was so wild. I rested my head in my daddy’s lap, his softening dick rubbing on my cheek. I panted, my heart pounding blood through my veins. Drool dribbled out of my open lips, making me feel even more like a wanton whore. I couldn’t close my mouth. I couldn’t talk. I could only give pleasure with my mouth. No talking back. No arguing. Just servicing my parents.

My mother gathered supplies. I trembled, a ball of excitement growing in my stomach. I wondered what she would do to me. I closed my eyes, waiting to find out. I breathed in the musk in the air, salty cum, my spicy pussy, my daddy’s musk. It was so amazing.

She returned to the bed. She grabbed my right ankle, pulling my leg farther apart. She put a leather cuff around it. Then another one on my other ankle. I shuddered, feeling a bar connected to the cuffs, forcing my legs to stay apart.

“Put those hands behind your back, young lady,” Mommy said, her voice so stern.

I whimpered and obeyed. This forced my head to rest on my daddy’s hard cock. The trembles grew. My pussy dripped juices; my mouth drooled saliva. She grabbed my wrists, attaching leather cuffs to them, manacling my arms behind my back. I shivered, feeling even more helpless. I couldn’t move now. I could only lie here and let them use me.

Discipline me.

Then I heard the familiar rip of duct tape. I shivered. Why did she have that?

She pressed something round against my pussy, as wide as my fist but curved. I shuddered at the feel of it against me. It connected to a long handle the length of my forearm. She pressed it against my right thigh and taped it to my leg, holding the end against me.

I wanted to ask what it—

It hummed to life.

My eyes bulged. It was a wand massager.

It stimulated my clit and pussy lips. The pleasure rippled through me. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. It attacked my snatch with bliss. My eyes squeezed shut as the ecstasy washed through me.

“Now think about what you’ve done, young lady,” Mommy said. “I have to go make dinner. And your father has his work to do.”

“Lawn won’t mow itself,” he laughed, lifting my head so he could slide out from beneath me and climb off the bed.

I moaned, my tongue wiggling in my spread-open mouth. I laid there, chin on the bed, my ass up in the air. The wand massager buzzed against me. It stimulated my entire pussy. The door closed, plunging the room into shadows. I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body wiggling, my limbs pulling at my restraints.

My orgasm swelled in me. I couldn’t fight it. It was a rising tide of rapture. The vibrator made my clit ache. Sparks showered through my snatch. My cunt clenched. My juices flowed out of me, coating the massager with my cream. It ran down my thighs.