Chapter 3: Father & Daughter Virginity Test

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 underage 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.

Fourteen-year-old June and seventeen-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 teenage 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 a teenage 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 14; 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 high school student was old enough. Any younger 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 teenage boy 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. That was the first line of code I’d ever scripted, and one that had worked amazing at the park. The MILF pushed her cart forward a foot and grabbed the belt that held her trendy, golden-cream dress shut. The fabric had the hue of champagne.

No one spoke as they stripped. I watched them, the teenage boy popping off his t-shirt while his mother opened her dress, her large breasts constrained in a gray bra with pink lace trim. The gray panties had a high cut to them, two triangles of cloth connected by a thin waistband of pink lace. She reached behind her and undid her bra as her son kicked off his shoes and pushed down his pants.

She wasn’t the only woman stripping naked. A cutie popped off a t-shirt to reveal a pair of round breasts. Clearly, she hadn’t bothered with a bra today. Her nipples were pierced with silver barbells. Another woman had a spiky tribal stamp hidden beneath her motherly dress, her rump plump as she bent over to step out of her sea-green panties.

The MILF bared her big breasts. They were lush. Her son didn’t seem to notice them swaying before him as he finished stripping out of his jeans and boxers. He went bored again, naked and finished with his command. His mother pushed down her panties, her black bush coming into view. I smiled, sweeping my gaze around the store. The Hispanic guy stood naked and bored by a central display covered in various types of citrus fruits from oranges to limes. Other women were nude all around me, a small-breasted beauty taking off her heels last, her dark hair swaying about her face. As they finished stripping, they went bored.

I grinned, loving this device. I began stripping naked, too. I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. I slid down my shorts and underwear. I pulled off my socks. I threw my clothes into my shopping cart, my cock hard as I drank in the naked women.

sex female; virgin protocol

If there were any virgins in the store who were female, they would rush to me. The two teenage girls I saw with the Hispanic man by the citrus fruit, burst out of the cereal aisle and rushed at me naked, their breasts jiggling.

They looked fifteen—I taught high school so I had a good judge of teenage girls’ ages—and were naked and lovely. The blonde had green eyes and plump lips, her round breasts jiggling. She had a golden bush between her thighs. The Hispanic girl had small breasts, slender and taller than her White friend, her skin a lovely shade of golden-brown.

They reached me and, almost simultaneously, said, “Hi, I’m a virgin.”

I smiled as they slipped into the boredom protocol, staring down at their naked bodies. Their bright enthusiasm fading. I typed the next command: all; horny protocol. The nipples on both girls hardened. Color flushed their cheeks and a little squirm wiggled their hips from side to side. Their heads lifted, their eyes now glossy.

“You’re naked,” the Hispanic girl said. “And cute.”

“Rosa,” said the blonde, giggling. “Gosh, he’s old enough to be your dad.”

“And?” Rosa asked, arching her eyebrows. “He’s cute. Don’t deny it, Natalie. He’s like Mr. Bates.”

“Eww, our English teacher? This guy’s hotter than Mr. Bates.”

“So you do think he’s hot, Natalie.”

The blonde gave her friend a sheepish grin.

Others were moving. The MILF was fondling her tits while her son was popping a boner, staring at his mother. I bet he’d spanked it to those tits before, and now he was seeing them naked and up close, his cheeks growing hot.

“So, you came here with your dad, Rosa?” I asked her.

The horny virgin grinned. “Yeah. He’s uh...” She looked around to see her father staring at a naked woman pinching her nipples, twisting and rolling them. “There he is! He’s ogling that woman. Mom will kill him.”

“He’s cute, too,” Natalie said, her fingers rubbing at her stomach.

I glanced at the computer and smiled as ideas popped into my head. I saw the codes for the girls. I began typing a long string of commands that would set off so much naughty fun.

“What are you doing?” asked Natalie.

“Mind-controlling you,” I said. “Making sure that hot, little pussy you got is satiated.”

“Oh, good, because I’m kinda horny,” she said.

“Me, too,” Rosa said. “I’m wet.”

The horny protocol made someone open to sex.

I smiled as I worked. First, I typed in for Rosa to go to her father, bring him over here, have him eat her out, and then have him pop her cherry while she knelt on her hands and knees. Rosa’s father would now go with his daughter, eat her out, and then fuck her. I instructed Natalie to fall to her knees and suck my cock. After I came, she would then ask me to pop her cherry while she knelt on her hands and knees. Last, I typed in a final command for all the women in the store, one that exempted the two virgins.

I ordered them all to engage in oral sex.

So many wonderful things happened as I hit enter and set all those commands in place. Rosa darted to her father, Natalie fell to her knees before me, and every woman in the store searched for someone to perform oral sex upon.

The black-haired mom fell to her knees before her son. As Natalie sucked my cock into her mouth, the mom did the same for her teenage son.

Rosa Andalucia

“Come on, Daddy, I need you to eat my pussy!” I moaned, dragging him from watching the woman fingering her tits. The woman was heading for my dad but stopped and groaned as I led him off.

“I wanted to suck his cock!” complained the woman.

“My dad!” I snarked back and stuck my tongue out just to be a brat.

She looked around and saw a woman. They were both squirming. “Want to eat each other?”

The other woman squirmed. I grinned as they fell into a sixty-nine, licking pussy. Down an aisle I passed, I spotted a woman blowing a man, bobbing her head. Beyond them, two more women were slipping into a sixty-nine, sucking on each other’s pussies.

Natalie sucked on the handsome stranger’s cock.

My blonde friend bobbed her head. I couldn’t see her mouth, but she must be giving an amazing blowjob. She’d done it before, given head to Troy Miller at our school, and I bet the man was in heaven. He looked like it.

The man groaned, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. Juices soaked my bush. I shuddered, so eager for this. I wanted Daddy to fuck me first. But he had to get my pussy ready. I didn’t think I was ready to lose my virginity, but this felt so right.

This was my daddy! He was suddenly so sexy.

“Damn, Rosachika,” he said, his nickname for me. I loved it. “You have grown up. You got your mother’s ass.”

“But not her tits,” I said, staring down at my small breasts.

“Have a few kids, you’ll get there.”

I smiled at that. I reached the stranger, his hand running through Natalie’s hair. The shopping cart with his laptop was behind him. It was so funny that he had that. I stood beside him and turned to face my daddy. He was naked and muscular from working construction, his skin a darker shade of brown from mine.

Daddy licked his lips and fell to his knees before me. He grabbed my hips and pulled my crotch to his mouth. I gasped as he nuzzled into my twat. I trembled at the incestuous pleasure of his tongue darting through my folds. It was so wicked of him to caress my pussy folds.

“Rosachika,” groaned Daddy, his strong eyes staring up my body. His hands squeezed my rump, pulling me tight to his mouth. “Such a tangy delight.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I moaned, trembling as his tongue licked and lapped at me. He darted his tongue up and down my folds.

I glanced at Natalie. Her head bobbed, blonde hair dancing about her face. Her green eyes sparkled as she stared up at the cute, older guy’s bod. I shuddered, licking my lips at how hot this was. I ground my cunt on Daddy’s mouth, loving his tongue darting through my folds.

He brushed my clit. Sparks flared. This wicked heat burst through me. I groaned, my breasts jiggling. This wonderful delight swelled in me. I groaned, biting my lower lip as Daddy’s tongue caressed my virgin twat, licking up and down my slit, brushing my clit.

“Oh, damn, Mom!” groaned the boy nearby. He gripped a handful of his mom’s black, curly hair. “Damn, you’re just sucking that dick.”

He was. Just like Natalie. Everywhere I looked, girls were doing things with their mouths. Licking pussy or blowing cocks. Two women writhed on the floor, tits pressed into each other’s stomach as they devoured each other.

It was so awesome. All those naughty sights around me only made me hornier. My orgasm swelled faster. I was so excited, and Daddy was eating my pussy with such joy. He feasted on me. He loved my cunt.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned.

“Rosachika!” he groaned, his tongue darting through my folds. He licked and lapped and feasted on me with such fervor.

“Damn, Natalie,” the stranger said. “You’re a little cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?”

Natalie moaned around his dick.

I giggled. “Mmm, she is. Just sucking you so hard. Look at her go.”

He glanced at me and grinned. “And you’re going to drown your dad, huh? Just drench him in juices.”

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, my little breasts jiggling. “I want to do that so badly.”

“Goddamn, Mom!” the boy groaned. He gripped his mother’s head and pumped away with his cock. He pounded her mouth, ramming into her oral cavity. “Suck my cock. I’ve wanted this so much. Yes, yes, yes!”

I smiled in delight. “He’s enthusiastic.”

“Yeah,” the stranger said. “What do you say, Natalie, up for getting your mouth fucked.”

She nodded while sucking and slurping.

The handsome stranger, his dark hair and glasses giving him this teacher vibe, fucked her mouth. I shuddered, watching him fuck her. He thrusts his cock deep into her mouth. He plundered her. My friend moaned, drool running down her chin.