Chapter 21: Breeding Mind-Controlled Cuties

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

Dolly execute pep rally speech and then lead the cheerleaders in getting fucked by the football team, I typed into the command queue as the pep rally at my high school was underway. We were up against our rivals tonight, and the school was getting into the excitement. Cheerleader Squad One follow Dolly lead and fuck the football team.

There were so many new additions that had been added to the smartphone app for my daddy’s mind-control device. One of them was the queue system. It let you put in a bunch of commands and then execute them all at the same time. No more having to type fast.

Football Team fuck the cheerleaders once they are in position

There were also “groups” where you could give commands to specific people who had been clustered together into their own unique group names. It was such a fascinating thing. I loved using it. My pussy dripped cream and cum down my thigh. Daddy had pumped me full of cum.

Mrs. Carrie Faye will approach Dusk and offer to use an anal vibrator on her and lick her pussy clean

My second-period teacher would be thrilled to do that. I had programmed her to love having sex with me. One of the first things I had done. I shuddered and tapped the screen, executing that command as the bleachers were getting settled by the students.

Dolly darted out from the cheerleaders, dropping her pompoms. I had the pep rally speech preprogrammed into the phone. It was all so fascinating all the extra features Daddy and Vivian had implemented. I found this all so exciting.

“Good afternoon, Thompson High,” she said, her large breasts bouncing. She wore only her pleated skirt like the other cheerleaders. Her tits heaved as she thrust her right arm in the air and then did a high kick, flashing a shaved, pregnant twat.

She was already knocked up with Daddy’s child. It had been two weeks since Daddy first mind-controlled me, but I wasn’t pregnant. Yet. I would be. Daddy would breed me. He had to. I was his slutty daughter.

“Are you ready to get wild!” Dolly demanded. “We’re going to crush those sniveling Wolverines! We’ll trample them and dominate them because our boys are the best!”

The other cheerleaders all whooped and did their own high kicks and jumps that sent their breasts jiggling and skirts flashing. The students were all excited, especially the boys, who were staring at the cheerleaders like a pack of ravenous dogs.

I smiled as Mrs. Faye approached me. She was a gorgeous, blonde woman in a low-cut blouse that showed off her big boobs to perfection. The MILF dressed to show off her married body. She had a saunter to her steps as I leaned back on my spot on the bleachers. The space before me was conveniently open.

Mrs. Faye ducked and smiled when I held up the anal vibrator she was supposed to use on me. Her eyes sparkled in delight as she climbed the steps and reached me. She took that vibe and licked the tip, her eyes glossy.

“I glad you have this,” she said. “I had the sudden urge that my favorite student needed her pussy licked and her ass fucked by one.”

“Mmm, you read my mind,” I said, smiling as she sank down on the bleacher before me. She was so gorgeous. My asshole clenched. The students cheered again at something Dolly said. I wasn’t paying attention.

Mrs. Faye adjusted her position. She was so sexy. The hot wife licked her hungry lips, staring at my pussy. My short skirt did nothing to cover my legs. My pussy dripped juices and cum that ran down my taint I shivered as she leaned her head in. Her blonde hair brushed my inner thighs. A shiver ran through me at that fleeting contact. I groaned, my cunt on fire.

Then she pressed her mouth into my twat. She licked up the cum leaking out of me. I moaned, pushing up my glasses. My pigtails slipped off my shoulder as the naughty teacher lapped the incestuous spunk leaking out of me.

“Mrs. Faye,” I moaned.

“Okay, girls, let’s show the school how our football team dominates!” Dolly shouted, her breasts bouncing. “On your knees, bitches! Prepare to get fucked!”

I glanced at the girls, smiling to see all the cheerleaders save Dolly falling to their knees. She was Daddy’s. Only he got to fuck her at the school. But the rest of her cheerleaders were fair game save Courtney. She was on the other side of the basketball court where the pep rally was being held. She was eating out Vivian’s twat.

Vivian had a number of girls in her lesbian harem.

As the football players pulled out their cocks, half the team Black and hung, Mrs. Faye nuzzled the vibrator up between my butt-cheeks and rubbed it against my asshole. I groaned at the contact on my sphincter. She massaged it around in circles, stimulating me while licking the cum out of my pussy.

She licked. Lapped. She fluttered her tongue up and down my folds. She caressed me. Her lips stimulated my pussy. It was amazing to feel. The pleasure rushed through my body. I groaned, my toes curling. I leaned back, my breasts jiggling and swaying.

The vibrator turned on.

She pressed the buzzing toy against my anal ring. It widened to swallowed that humming shaft. It was incredible to experience. I closed my eyes shut and squeezed my thighs about her face, holding her to my twat.

“Mrs. Faye!” I moaned.

The crowd cheered as the football players rammed their cocks into the cheerleaders. Live porn for the entire student body to enjoy. Mom had taught me the thrill of it. I shuddered, my asshole melting around the anal vibrator while Mrs. Faye’s tongue thrust into my cunt. She scooped out jizz she found in me.

The blonde teacher devoured me. The naughty hot wife knelt before me and worked that anal vibrator in and out of my asshole. She jammed the toy into the depths of my asshole. My bowels squeezed about it. I loved that buzzing grip. It sent such heat rushing through me. This wild pleasure that would have me melting.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as she worked that shaft in and out of me. She plunged it in deep. Hard. She buried it to the hilt in me. It was amazing to experience. “Oh, that’s it. You naughty teacher. Oh, yes, yes, lick that cum out of me and make me cum.”

She moaned and feasted on me. The students cheered. The cheerleaders’ tits heaved as they were rammed hard from behind. Dolly pranced around them, her big boobs bouncing as she led the crowd in cheering on the football team.

My asshole clenched on the vibrator, gripping that buzzing shaft ramming into my anal depths over and over again. It felt amazing. The pleasure rushed through me. The heat built and built, this exciting burst of pleasure that would have me cumming so hard.

I groaned, clenching my bowels down on the anal vibrator. It plunged into me over and over again. The heat rushed through my body. The ecstasy blazed through me. I groaned as that toy buzzed way in my anal sheath. It was amazing to experience. The bliss from it melted throughout my cunt.

Her tongue plundered that delicious hole.

She licked. Lapped.

She scooped out Daddy’s cum. She devoured it, loving every moment of lapping out the cream in me. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was such a delight. The heat blazed in me. I groaned, my body shaking and shuddering. I wiggled my hips, loving every moment of it.

“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped, squeezing my thighs around her face. “That’s it, Mrs. Faye. Mmm, use that naughty tongue. Lick my daddy’s cum out of me.”

“Such yummy cum,” she moaned. “Mmm, and such a yummy cunt, Dusk.”

“Yes, it is!” I moaned, my breasts jiggling in my blouse.

My orgasm swelled with every thrust of that anal vibrator into my bowels. It massaged my velvety flesh. The heat melted through my nethers to my cunt being devoured by the sexy teacher. The MILF scooped out Daddy’s cum with hunger. Her lips rubbed on my shaved pussy lips. They rubbed over my plump flesh as her tongue brushed my clit.

Sparks flared.

The football players pounded the cheerleaders. I watched them through lidded eyes, my orgasm swelling in my pussy. My bowels clenched down on the anal vibrator buzzing away in me. Mrs. Faye fucked that hard vibrator into my asshole. She buried into me while her tongue drove into my pussy.

“Mmm, no more cum,” she pouted. “Just your yummy pussy cream.”

“You love my pussy cream,” I moaned.

“You’re my favorite slut-student,” purred the teacher. “Of course I do.”

She latched onto my clit and sucked. I gasped, my body bucking. My asshole squeezed tight about the vibrator. Its buzzing stimulated my anal flesh. She jammed it deep into me and stirred it around while nursing on my bud.

Sparks flared from my clit and showered across my pussy. I groaned, my breasts rising and falling. The pleasure swelled my orgasm. I was so close to detonating. The students were cheering on the football players.

“CUM! CUM! CUM!” began chanting around me. “CUM! CUM! CUM!”

“Cumming!” I squealed and arched my back.

My pussy convulsed. My juices gushed out. The naughty Mrs. Faye ducked her head down and licked up the cream flooding out of me. I groaned, my asshole rippling around the anal vibrator while the naughty teacher lapped up my passion.

Stars burst across my eyes. I watched the football players busting their nuts in the cheerleaders. One after another, they flooded their cunts with spunk. Dolly was doing high kicks and shaking her pompoms as the studs threw back their heads and roared out their passion, their cheerleader-sluts gasping out their own rapture.

It was all drowned out by the students roaring, pumped up for the game. I bucked, my asshole writhing around the vibrator. It stimulated me, sending new bursts of pleasure rushing out of my cunt. More cream spilling into my cunt. It was a heady rush that washed through my body. I hit that screaming peak of ecstasy.

I floated there while the school’s pep showered around me. We would trounce the Wolverines. I trembled through the bliss, my hand gripping my smartphone. I fluttered my eyes as I typed in the next command.

Girls Slut Squad Three lick the cheerleaders clean

The girls who I had put in that slut squad all burst out of the stands. They were in all grades, just the right number of them for cleanup duty. They were all so eager to lick up those creampies left in the cheerleaders. I smiled, reveling in the power I had.

The power my amazing Daddy had given me. I was so lucky to have the best Daddy in the world. I would worship him with my body. My soul. I would give him everything I had. I hoped he had finally bred me.

I wanted to have his baby. A daughter. I would raise her to be his slut, too. She would please him from the moment she was old enough.

Dean Michaels

Monday morning, the school was still buzzing with the excitement at beating our rivals, the Wolverines, last Friday night. It had been an amazing game. The football team had been fired up. They knew what they would get if the won: gangbang the Wolverine cheerleaders.

And they had.

But now I was back in my classroom. I had the period open and was monitoring the newest device I had installed at the Stay Awake Cafe yesterday. I was expanding the network of mind-control devices through the community.

My door opened and Vivian walked in. “Well, you did it, Mr. Michaels,” my nerdy partner said. She folded her arms, shaking her head at me.”

“Did what?” I asked, amused. I leaned back in my chair.

“I’m pregnant.” She pulled a pregnancy test. “That’s Britney and me you’ve knocked up. Lesbians aren’t supposed to get bred by a guy. Not the old-fashioned way, anyways.”

“And you loved every minute of it,” I said with a smile.

A wicked grin cracked her lips. Beyond her, in the hallway, I spotted Courtney and Milena, two members of her lesbian harem. She always had at least a pair of them with her. Vivian had taken to wearing skirts and no panties to always be ready for them to please her.

“Well, the device at the barista shop is definitely working,” I said. “The girls are working topless and there are two women acting as community relief. Both of them are getting fucked hard.”

That was a deliciously wicked thing that I had done. Since the cafe prided itself on being a gathering place for the community, and since the baristas were busy making drinks, I put a command where any woman, if she felt inclined, could strip naked and let the community use her.

Men would fuck her. She’d eat women’s pussies. She would have no shame at all for the dirty and kinky things she did for as long as she chose to do them. And then she’d walk out of there and think fondly of it. No guilt or regrets.

Even if she got pregnant, she would be thrilled.

“The foreman texted me,” Vivian said. “The factory is going to come online today. They are ahead of schedule.”

“He got the device installed?” I asked. “I thought he was having trouble?”

“I had to walk him through a few steps,” Vivian said. She rolled her eyes. “I swear, he must have lied on his resume about his computer skills, but he’s got it now. The workers are being trained and all are under the specialty commands. They will be putting out new mind-control devices by the end of the day.”

“Good,” I groaned. “I’m getting tired of soldering motherboards.”

“Poor you,” she said. “You just want to fuck all those girls. How many have you bred now.”

“Counting you, six,” he said. “June and Kimmie are ecstatic though neither of my daughters have come up pregnant. Nor my wife, but she just went off the pill. I’m told that can mess things up for her for a month or so.”

Vivian shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.” She shifted her hips, staring at me.

“So, you’re pregnant, huh?” I asked, smiling.

“I am because you’re a horny man who made me want to fuck you.” She squeezed her thighs together. “My lesbians just aren’t cutting it.”

I winked at her then stood up. “Let’s go out and test the mobile device.”

“You have the prototype ready?” Vivian asked. Her eyes widened behind her glasses. Eager excitement crossed her face. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“To see that look on your face,” I said.

I grabbed my boxers and jeans, pulling them on, then a t-shirt. I spent much of my time teaching naked. It made it easier to reward my female students. Thanks to my incentive program, grades were up. My students were eager to learn to get the rewards.

Dolly was even doing good.

Dressed, I led Vivian out of my classroom. She dismissed her harem girls and sent them to class as we strode through the walls. We passed a pair of students fucking in the corner. That had to be June’s work. She would randomly select a boy and a girl and set them fucking somewhere in the school while she was in class learning.

She liked making people fuck as much as her mother did.

All three of the women in my family had a voyeuristic streak in them. Kimmie especially was having fun orchestrating crazy live porn that she filmed. She had her own website going now with people paying to watch her amateur smut.

I burst out into the parking lot and jumped into my SUV. I handed over the prototype to Vivian. It was down to the size of a cell phone. One of those older ones from the late nineties, early two thousands that were thick and bulky. It just couldn’t be slim like a modern smartphone. It needed to have the speakers in there to broadcast the infrasonic commands.

“This is nice work,” she said, turning it on. “Mmm, I see you had to modify my program a bit.”

“Just some tweaks,” I told her as I drove. “Nothing major. Why don’t we test it out by the coffee shop?”

“Sure,” Vivian said. She leaned back. “We’re going to be so rich once that factories online.”

“We have all the safeguards in place?” I asked her.

“Yes, yes,” she said. “That was a smart idea to add the ‘no hacking’ protocol.”

I smiled. My greatest fear was someone getting their hands on the control app and hacking their way into a higher user level and putting my family or me under their command, but anyone who heard the signal from the device would never want to do that. Simple solution.

Still, selling these devices was a risk. But it would be a profitable one.

I could steal the money, but I’d rather make it. There was no challenge in typing a command, and it felt wrong. It was like stealing was the strange, moral line that I didn’t want to cross. I didn’t want to commit teal theft that caused economic hardship to someone.

But letting them have fun was another matter.

I pulled into the parking lot at the Stay Awake Cafe and parked the car. The drive-thru line was bustling. I caught a glimpse of a topless barista handing out a drink. There were a lot of guys in the line. I smiled, glad their business was up.

Vivian and I headed up to the traffic light. The cars were flowing by on the main street, people heading about their day, oblivious to the power of my device in the coffee shop. I took back the portable device from Vivian and turned it on.

“What’s the range?” she asked.

“Good question,” I said. I put in a continuous command: All;if you are driving a car, honk your horn twice

I hit enter. Instantly, horns blared. Everyone in range driving a car hit their horn twice. I winced at the sound then a car honked twice. Another car. Another. I glanced at the traffic streaming by. You could see the moment the driver entered the range and hit the horn.

“Ten yards,” I said. “Not bad for this little thing. I ended the command.

Vivian rubbed at her ears.

“So it’s working. Let’s get some commands going.” I put up the ignore, incest, lust, jealousy, and obedience protocols into active. They were useful. People would ignore anything weird, incest would be seen as good, they’d be horny, would have no jealousy, and obey the highest tier of users, which was Vivian, my family, and me.

The light turned red. A car stopped. I glanced in it to see a brown-haired woman driving with a teenager in the passenger seat. The girl looked fourteen or fifteen, her hair the same shade of brown but frosted blonde at the tips. She was staring at her phone. The mother glanced over at her daughter, cheeks growing red. The mom squirmed.

So did the daughter.

I glanced at the phone and selected the mom’s dot, labeled A4891C.

Climb out of the car and ask Dean to breed 501A4B then begin stripping 501A4B

I added that to the queue then tapped the daughter’s dot, 501A4B.

Climb out of the car and allow A4891C to strip you then be excited to be bred by Dean.

Lastly, I added selected the mother’s dot again and added a final command:

After stripping 501A4B, fall to your knees and beg to eat out Vivian pussy

I executed the command string then shoved the portable device into my pocket. I felt it bulge there. The doors opened.

“Are we having fun?” Vivian asked, pushing up her glasses. Her short, black hair swayed about her shoulders as the mother walked around the car and the daughter fidgeted on the curb.

The mother stared right at me. “I’m so glad you’re here. I need you to breed my daughter.”

I smiled, loving the little additions mind-control people would add to rationalize what they’re doing.

“She’s fifteen, and she just needs to be bred by you, don’t you, honey?”

The girl blew a bubble with the gum I hadn’t realized she’d been chewing. It was a vibrant red and the scent of watermelon filled the air. Her bubbled popped and she said, “Yeah, I do. Ooh, strip me naked, Mom. I need this guy to breed me. He’s perfect.”

“You’re going to be hit up with the mother of all child support bill if you keep breeding girls, Mr. Michaels,” Vivian said, shaking her head as the brunette mother began pulling off her daughter’s blouse.

“Yes, I am,” I said.

A cop car appeared on the other side of the intersection. He was outside of the range, but I didn’t care. The cops in my town were all under my power. After the mall, I had installed devices in their precincts one after another. Every cop knew to let me have my fun.

I waved to him. He waved back.

The mother tossed her daughter’s blouse through the open passenger window. The girl’s breasts were plumper than I thought. Maybe C-cups. They were held in a purple bra that her brother reached behind to unhook.

Vivian fished the device out of my pocket and she typed something into the phone.

“Oh, your breasts are just so cute,” the mother said. She squeezed her daughter’s breasts. “Mmm, just perfect. You’re going to get Mr. Michaels so hard. He’s going to breed you.”

“He will, Mom,” the girl moaned then gasped as her mother leaned over and sucked on her nipple. Right here on the street corner.

I remembered how scared I was the first time I’d tested the mind-control device. I’d driven two hours from home to a park that had no surveillance systems. I wanted to make sure that no one could find me if things didn’t go wrong. Now, I was orchestrating things in plain sight. The portable device was working. Those who might object would have to enter its influence to stop us.