Chapter 5: Daughter’s Sexy New Jewelry

Notes: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this!

“Drone control must be having trouble piloting,” Mindy’s father said, the three of them watching the screen, following the progress of their new Goddess, Bess Atwater.

Mindy found her fascinating. She was such an inspiration. A Goddess who used the powers granted her by the Halo, the device created by the very Institute of Apotheosis Research that the fifteen-year-old girl was at. It made her shiver, her naked body pressed against her twin sister, Cindy, their round tits smeared in their father’s cum.

They loved incest and now they loved being submissive to their father. To let him control them the way Bess let herself be controlled by her parents. The Goddess had the power to be dominant the way the previous four Gods had, but instead she surrendered herself to others. She was a living example to women on how to serve the men in their lives if they craved that need.

Mindy couldn’t look away from the shaky image. The drone hovering in the air over the Goddess and her family wasn’t flying smooth. Cindy giggled while Mindy imagined the drone pilots being so turned on by the image of the three naked women, two of whom were teenage girls, following a man down the street being led by leashes attached to collars around their throats.

It made Mindy ache. She wanted to be paraded naked by her daddy. To stride with her round tits, coated in their father’s jizz. She couldn’t wait for the Gods to spread their teaching and show the world that such prudishness was outdated. That people should be able to go around naked, to be shown off by their sexy daddy who owned them.

“I want that,” Cindy whispered.

Mindy nodded to her twin. They glanced at each other. The mirrored passion she witnessed in Cindy’s dark eyes made Mindy shiver. Then her lips found her sister’s. They kissed so hard, their tongues dancing together.

I love this so much, Mindy thought as the heat washed out of her pussy.

“They’re at the tattoo parlor, girls,” groaned their father.

The twins wrenched their lips from each other, staring at the screen. Mindy let out a whining, “Ooh, I hope drone control gets a camera inside! I want to watch the piercings so badly!”

I loved the feel of the leather cuffs on my wrists, the short chain connecting them holding my arms pinned behind my back, my fingers brushing the tops of my naked ass. I trembled as Daddy fit the leather collar about my throat, a thick ring set into the black material. My half-sister (I thought she was my cousin for the longest time until we learned today that she was actually my father’s daughter) Georgia already had her collar, a leash connected to it.

“Oh, she just looks so sexy, Father,” Mom said, the submissive woman always addressed Daddy as “Father” in lieu of “Master.” She, too, had a collar about her neck, a thick choker with an attached leash. She also had a leather corset that lifted her round breasts into a lush pair of mounds, her fat, pink nipples thrusting out before her. She also had these sexy, thigh-high boots with stiletto heels.

I didn’t have anything on but a pair of white socks and boring shoes. But my parents were practicing BDSM from before I was even born (another surprise that came out since I gained my mind control powers). I would soon have my own naughty outfit because we were going shopping today.

But first, Daddy wanted his slaves marked.

Daddy connected the leash to my collar. He gave a sharp tug on it, making me gasp and flutter, my pussy clenching. Already a line of juices ran down my thighs. “Yes, you are a sexy thing, young lady.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said. Part of me wished I was gagged so I wouldn’t be tempted to use my mind control powers. I needed to be careful with them. I should never use my powers on my parents now that I had corrected them.

Now that I had shown them that they didn’t have to treat me in their weird, hippy, liberal way where they tried to be my friend instead of disciplining me. Instead of treating me like their daughter-slave. Now that they understood, part of me never wanted to speak again.

But the world wouldn’t accept us. So I needed to speak. Especially with what Daddy had planned for today.

He was so hard, his cock tenting his leather pants. He, too, had his BDSM outfit on, black leather pants and a leather vest that showed off his muscular torso. It made him look so strong. So powerful. I quivered just looking at him, his dark-brown eyes almost swallowing me up.

I loved him so much. I was so glad I was his slave.

Daddy grabbed the leashes dangling from my half-sister and mother’s collars. He held all three in a tight fist. Mom opened the door—unlike my Georgia and me, she wasn’t cuffed—and bowed her head, murmuring, “Father.”

Daddy walked past her, his polished boots thudding on the ground. We all followed after, stepping naked into the outside world. I shuddered at the feel of the late morning sun kissing my naked breasts. A hot thrill rippled through me. My heart beat faster and faster. Anyone could see us.

Anyone.

Our neighbors. My friends from high school. Strangers. People would judge us. They would be shocked. Object. They wouldn’t be free enough to be controlled by another. To have the strength to dominate and unleash their passions upon the world.

I would show them. The weird Institute sent me the Halo to become a Goddess. I would be an example to them all. I would show everyone the joys of submission. The thrills of exhibitionism. The rapture in bondage.

My small breasts jiggled before me. I walked with my back straight, proud to be Daddy’s slave. Georgia walked beside me, her brassy-brown hair tumbling about her fifteen-year-old face. We had similar features. Her round breasts were large, but we both had those same fat, pink nipples my mom had.

Did Aunt Louisa have the same nipples? I’d find out tonight when Mom’s sister and her husband, Uncle Wayne, came over to play.

Daddy marched us up to the family minivan. Not his cool Mustang. I wrecked that yesterday. Only Daddy didn’t go to the driver seat like I expected. Mom did. He let go her leash so she could walk around the other side of the car. He wrenched open the sliding side door.

“Georgia,” he said, letting go of her leash.

“Daddy,” she whimpered and then climbed in, her thighs glistening with her excitement.

Then Daddy wrenched open the passenger seat and sat down. He still held my leash. He tugged on it. I gasped, stumbling forward as he slid the seat back as far as he could. He fished out his hard cock from his leather pants. It thrust thick and huge from it.

“Take your seat, young lady,” he said.

My pussy clenched. “Yes, Daddy.”

I climbed up into the minivan, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. Tingles buzzed through my body. I whimpered, my body trembling at how hot this was. I wiggled, my fingers flexing, wishing I could grab stuff and steady myself as I moved into place. I couldn’t. This helplessness made it more exciting. I felt so helpless. So weak. So naughty.

I shifted over and groaned as his dick nudged my butt-cheek. I couldn’t grab his shaft and guide it to my cunt. I had to wiggle my hips, feeling his cock sliding around my crotch, probing into my trimmed, black bush. I gasped as the tip brushed my clit. I shifted forward, feeling that spongy crown against my slit.

It was right at my pussy. I just had to press down and...

I groaned as his dick popped downward and slid past my taint and nuzzled in between my butt-cheeks. I lifted with my thighs, my muscles burning as I shifted my hips back. My face screwed up with concentration. My cunt ached to be filled.

“We’re in a hurry, young lady,” Daddy said, his voice stern.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I whimpered.

I shifted back. His cock nudged me again. My pussy lips loved the feel of him. My hips swiveled to the side, pressing against his crown. It nuzzled into my labia and...

I slid down his shaft. My eyes widened at the hot feel of his thick cock spreading me open. My back arched. I let out a long, shuddering moan as my pussy swallowed every inch of my Daddy’s incestuous dick.

“I did it, Daddy!” I moaned out in delight, my butt-cheeks resting on his leather-clad thighs.

Daddy slammed the passenger door before hugging me to him. He pulled me tight against his chest, my hands pressed against his stomach, the leather vest rubbed on my arms. His hands cupped my tits, squeezing them.

His thumbs swept out over my fat nipples. “Last time they’re going to be like this, young lady.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I quivered, my pussy clenching on his dick.

Mom smiled at me in that motherly way she did when she saw Daddy and me bonding or sharing a moment. It almost made me giggle. Before I gained my powers, she never would have made that smile while watching Daddy fondle my tits while my pussy engulfed his dick.

She backed the minivan out of the driveway. I groaned as the movement stirred my pussy around his dick. I whimpered, pleasure fluttering through me. My snatch squeezed down hard on his cock, reveling in the feel of it.

As she drove down the street, I preened. I squirmed, making Daddy groan and knead my tits. I stared out at the pedestrians hoping they would see us. I loved it, being shown off. I savored my incestuous submission. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my juices dribbling out of me. I kept wiggling my hips, sliding my sheath around Daddy’s cock, giving him as much pleasure as he could.

Mom kept glancing at us, her tits jiggling with the car’s vibrations. She had smoky, green eyes. Her light-brown hair swept about her flushed face. She squirmed, too. I smiled, realizing she had such a hot pussy.

She wished to be in my place. But I proved that I didn’t know how to drive yesterday.

“Is my pussy making your dick feel good, Daddy?” I asked. “Is it making the trip feel amazing.”

“What do you think, young lady?” he asked, his fingers finding my fat nipples. He pinched them.

I whimpered, my pussy clamping down hard on his dick. That swelled the pleasure building in me. I groaned, “I think my cunt is making your dick feel amazing. You’re so hard in me. You’re just throbbing.”

He twisted my nipples. I gasped. My pussy clenched. My back arched. A wave of dizzy darkness washed across my vision. My impending orgasm swelled in me. I groaned, wiggling more and more, wanting to drive myself towards cumming.

But Daddy didn’t give me permission to.

Mom hit a pothole. I gasped as my pussy slid up Daddy’s shaft. I gasped at the sudden stimulating friction. Then I slammed down his shaft. My butt-cheeks smacked into his leather pants. His dick speared so deep into me.

I gasped, a sudden rush of pleasure rippling through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my cunt clamping down on his dick. I wanted to cum. I wanted to just explode. I whimpered through my clenched teeth.

I couldn’t cum.

I couldn’t cum.

I wanted to cum.

I could just give the command. I could just order my Daddy to let me cum when I want. I could just tell him to give me so many orgasms and—

I was the slave! Not Daddy. Me!

I let out an explosive breath as the impending orgasm passed. I leaned back into Daddy, my head lolling to the side. My head pressed against the window. The cool glass kissed my flushed forehead. I let out a groan of relief.

“You were almost naughty, young lady,” Daddy groaned.

“Yes, Daddy, but I want to be a good girl.”

I truly did. Which was why I needed to control myself.

A few minutes later, Mom parked on the side of the road. Down the sidewalk a block ahead flashed Wicked Dragon Tattoos. I shivered, our destination. My nipples throbbed as Daddy gave a final twist before he wrenched open the door. I groaned as I climbed off his dick. His cock popped out of my pussy. I stumbled, my wrists pulling on the restraints.

Daddy steadied me and helped me step down onto the sidewalk right into the path of a family. Father, mother, and two teenage kids. They all gasped at the sight of my naked body, my hands cuffed behind me, a leash about my throat connected to Daddy’s hand.

“Honey!” the wife squealed.

“I ... I...” the man stammered, his hand fumbling at his pocket.

The teenage boy, my age, gaped at me while the girl, maybe a year older, jaw dropped. Then she whimpered and grabbed her dad’s arm, hindering him from grabbing his phone out of his pocket. I loved the reaction.

“Calm down,” I commanded, my thoughts buzzing, pain prickling across my mind as my brain waves rewrote theirs. “There is nothing wrong with people walking around naked and bound. It’s normal.”

“Yeah,” the boy said, a smile growing as he openly ogled me, a dominating glint spreading in them.

I shivered at it.

“Sorry,” the wife said. “You just startled us.”

I smiled. “You, daughter,” I said, staring at the girl still holding her father’s arm. “You want nothing more than to be your daddy’s sex slave. You love him. You ache for him. You want to submit to everything he does to you. And you—” Pain raged across my mind. My words choked off as my vision fuzzed. I drew in deep breaths as I rewrote her brain. I shook my head, stars bursting across my vision, dancing in red and blues and greens. “And you, Mom, you want the same ... from your son. You’re his sex slave. You worship him with your mature body.”

More pain burned, but it wasn’t as bad. Sweat broke out across my forehead. My breath quickened, heart hammering in my chest.

“Oh, yes,” the mother said, suddenly hugging her son from behind.

The daughter whimpered, molding herself to her father. “Oh, Daddy, what would you like to do to me?”

The father gaped while the son ... The son grinned.

“And you, Dad and son, you will dominate your new sex slaves,” I groaned, my voice so strained now. Daddy grabbed my shoulders, stopping my swaying. The pain hurt but ... but it was easing with every word I spoke. “You will tie them up. You will fuck their holes. You will use them to satiate any sexual desires you have. They will love everything you do to them.”

“Yes, I will,” the boy groaned.

“Will you fuck me, Daddy?” the daughter whimpered.

“Yes, kumquat,” he groaned, voice so thick, eyes wide.

“Head home and enjoy your new life,” I said, smiling at them, my pussy growing so hot as prickling faded from my thoughts.

The family turned around, heading for the car, mother clutching to her new master, her son, while the daughter clung to her Daddy-Master. It made my pussy so wet. I shivered, trembling in delight. I loved my powers. It was so amazing to teach women to be submissive sluts to their men. To their daddies. To their sons. To their husbands or boyfriends.

I turned, facing the street. Others watched us. I smiled and started giving commands.

My thoughts prickled as I walked behind Daddy with Georgia and Mom. I gave my commands to everyone I could see. Everyone I passed. I told women to be submissive sluts. To worship their men. My thoughts burned but ... it eased with each one. It was like ... exercise. The more you did something, the better you got at it. I had more ... mental endurance.

I was buzzing on my power when we reached the tattoo parlor. It was only a short walk, but it was such a busy Saturday and people were shopping. I grinned as Daddy opened the black-tinted doors, with a neon dragon drawn snarling on it. I stepped in, the shop smelling of spicy incense. The walls were covered in pencil sketches of various designs, ideas for tattoos. There was a pair of leather couches and other seats around, a table covered in tattoo and ink magazines. It was owned by a fellow BDSM master Daddy knew with the help of the man’s wife/sex slave named Lilac.

Through a curtain of black beads, two people entered. The first was a man, burly and muscled, wearing a black tank top that left his thick arms exposed. Sleeve tattoos full of dragons, skulls, and vines covered his forearms. He had a thick mustache growing on his lips, his eyes hard. The woman wore a belly shirt, her lips pierced three or four times with silver rings, other piercings adorning her eyebrows, nose, and ears. She had her hair dyed hot pink, cut short with a fade on the right side.

“Hey, Cliff,” the man said then his eyes bulged. “What the fuck, man? Why are you bringing naked women... ? Is that your daughter?” Anger swelled through the man’s face. “You turned your daughter into a slave? What the fuck is wrong with you? You fucking crazy?”

His anger offended me. This man was a friend of Dad’s! A fellow master. A man who’d fucked my mother before. Daddy was originally going to order me to fuck this man to pay for my piercings. My Daddy was going to give this man an amazing gift, to fuck his Goddess-daughter’s cunt, and now he was getting mad and insulting my Daddy?

“Shut up!” I snarled at him, my will slamming into him, my thoughts prickling. “You listen to me, you little worm. My Daddy is not crazy! He’s amazing! He’s my Master. My owner! You should understand that! You’re a dom! You shouldn’t judge him! There is nothing wrong with incest!”

“Bess,” Daddy said, voice stern.

My anger surged out of me. “You don’t deserve to be a dom! No, no, you’re a little sub! You’re her sub!” I pointed at the girl who must be his slave-wife, Lilac. “She owns you. She’s your mistress. You worship her. You do whatever she wants.” My eyes fell on Lilac. “You own him now. You’re his bitch-mistress. You love spanking him! Using him! Making him eat your pussy! You enjoy making him your bitch!”

“Yes!” Lilac groaned, her body shivering, her eyes wide.

I didn’t even feel the pain through my anger. My eyes shot over to the man, Jim. This big, burly man fell to his knees and kissed at the leather boots Lilac wore. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. I needed to cum. I needed to explode right now. I just had to—

“Young lady!” Daddy snarled, jerking on my leash.

I gasped, spun around to face Daddy. Anger filled his face. He pulled me right to him. I shuddered before him, my stomach twisting with guilt. His face filled my vision. “S-sorry, Daddy. I ... I ... He insulted you and ... I...”

“We will discuss your punishment later, young lady,” he growled. Then he glanced at Lilac. “My women are ready for their piercing appointment.”

“Mmm, right,” Lilac said. She glanced down at her former master. “Enough of that, bitch. You need to get ready for your next customer.”

“Yes ... Mistress,” Jim moaned, stopping kissing her boots.

It was only when Daddy led me and his other two slaves through the beaded curtain that I realized he didn’t order me to fix Jim and Lilac. He was just mad that I used my power without his permission. That I lost control. His friends already had the BDSM lifestyle I told those we passed about. I just needed to make them accept incest. But these powers were so ... so intoxicating. I wanted to keep talking. To keep changing people.

I wanted to cum so bad. My pussy was on fire.

Past the beaded braids there were several stations each with their own privacy curtains. They each had chairs that could fold in a variety of ways to allow the tattoo artist to work on the various places on the human body.

“You’re up first, young lady,” Daddy said as Lilac closed the curtain around the station, enclosing my family in a screen of privacy.

“Just hop on up,” Lilac said, giving me a soft smile. It was almost motherly, but also naughty with her piercings.

I took a deep breath. This would hurt. Even with my healing powers, it would hurt. I would have to endure it. For my Daddy. He wanted my body marked in a permanent way. He wanted us all pierced in the same way. I wanted to submit. I pushed down my fear and stretched out on the chair. It was arranged so I would lie down but my legs would dangle off the edge. I settled down, my bound wrists still trapped behind me, putting an arch to my spine, pushing my flat belly upward. I swallowed, glancing at Daddy.

“May I be gagged, Daddy?” I asked, my heart beating faster. Cold pumped through my body, making me shiver.

“No,” he said, giving me a look, almost pinning me in place with his strength. He understood. He wanted me to swallow my fear. To submit to his will when I could stop it. When I could put an end to all of this.