CW: Brainwashing, Corruption, Anal play, Breeding, Body Writing, fffM
“...And drinks are here!”, beamed Eliza. She put a glass in front of June, the other in front of Lisa. She tried her best not to watch them for too long, to keep herself from giving the game away. Still… she couldn’t help herself. She chuckled internally. A girl’s night out, just for them, no boys allowed… and yet her dear friends had dressed in a way that most assuredly was meant to attract the gaze of men. Hypocrites. Strong boss babe June, sporting a cleavage that she claimed was “empowering”; Lisa wearing pants that were close to exploding just to show off her gym-toned ass. But sure, girl’s night out.
Eliza smiled as she watched her friends raise their glasses to their lips. She had to play it cool, but fuck it was hard. Her pussy was throbbing and soaked. She knew the chemical would work. Daddy had told her so. Daddy was always right.
She watched as her friend’s eyes got glassier, their smiles softer, more relaxed, their body language softly speaking of an openness, a comfortable relaxation.
“It’s so good we can have time to ourselves”, said June.
“I know, right? Oh, I needed this so bad. Just us, relaxing, having a few drinks, talking…”
Talking? They were saying nothing, thought Eliza. Just filling space, deciding that this was a good time and saying over and over again how good this time was, killing it with an avalanche of self-congratulatory bullshit. As if this night out was somehow valuable because it had been deemed a “girl’s night”. Well, Eliza couldn’t really complain, she figured. The night out had been, after all, her idea. Well, not hers, but her friends didn’t need to know that. Eliza shifted in her seat. They should be ready now. Maybe a small test was in order.
She looked at June. “Oh, you know what would be fun? If you shared a smoke with me outside”, she said with a casualness she very much did not feel, her eyes fixed on her friend’s reaction. Eliza expected to see some measure of resistance, some hesitancy, maybe even to receive a befuddled denial. June didn’t smoke. Neither did Eliza, as far as her friends knew. That habit had been chosen for her by Daddy. What she got, instead, was June’s green eyes opening wide and a genuine smile on her lips.
“That’s such a good idea!”, chirped June, already getting up, looking as if Eliza had discovered electricity right in front of her.
“Actually… maybe we should stay here”, tested Eliza.
“Oh, right! Yeah, totally, we should stay here”, said June.
Eliza looked at Lisa. Nothing in her demeanor seemed to show the blonde felt anything was amiss.
It worked. Eliza had to fight the urge to let her hands slide under her panties and rub her pussy right then and there. Fuck, it worked. Just like Daddy said it would. Maybe one more test, just to be sure.
“Lisa, your ass looks so great! Can I touch it?”
A look of delight came over Lisa’s face as she leaped out of her chair.
“Oh my God, of course! That would be amazing!”
Eliza grabbed her friend’s ass with no shame, no attempt to be discreet. Lisa just squealed with joy: this was indeed a great idea!
“It’s so firm, so round!” said Eliza before giving it a playful spank.
“I know, right? I work so hard to keep it nice and hard!”, said Lisa.
Well, testing time was over, thought Eliza. The real game had to begin.
“Oh, girls, I just had the best idea! It would be so cool if you came with me to meet someone very special!”
The girl’s eyes lit up. Oh yes, that would be so, so cool.
The girls entered the luxurious apartment in a whirlwind of excitement. Eliza had said it would be cool, so obviously, it was the greatest apartment they had seen, and they felt ecstatic just being there. Their instinct for self-preservation didn’t wake up, even when they saw the man in a suit standing there, welcoming them. Eliza said they would meet someone special, so it was just common sense that the man was special, and very, very cool.
“Hi!” piped up June. “Who are you?”
Eliza stepped in, a slow, predatory grace in her movements.
The nickname didn’t trigger any alarms, when half an hour before it would have prompted a barrage of questions.
“Oh, nice to meet you, Daddy!”, smiled Lisa.
“He’s very special”, said Eliza, her tone betraying her anticipation. “Daddy… is always right. Always.”
The girls paused for a moment. Their brains accepted this information with the calm comprehension of someone discovering an absolute, obvious fact. It was just so simple: fish swam in the oceans, swallows migrated, Daddy was always right. If anything, it was so reassuring! Relaxing in such a deep, almost existential way; in a big, confusing, stressful world, someone knew what was right, someone had a firm hand on the reins of reality. And that someone was there, standing in front of them, his eyes studying every curve of their bodies.
“So… Daddy is always right. That’s so… oh, it’s amazing! Thank you, Daddy!”, said June earnestly.
Lisa tilted her head a bit as she tried to comprehend how the new information transformed everything she had known about the world.
“Daddy… Is always right. Right about… what?”, she said.
“Everything!”, beamed Eliza. “He has taught me so, so much about the world, about myself, about my purpose! Show them, Daddy! Show them how you’re always right!”
The man paused for a second. He took a deep breath, and spoke in a deep, plain, almost professorial voice.
“Lisa… you are Lisa, assuming from Eliza’s description. Lisa, nothing turns you on more than knowing you are making a man hard. Nothing is more important than making a man hard. You’ve done it for as long as you can remember. Showing off. Making out with other girls. Saying the dirtiest things. Wearing whatever you felt a man would like. Your life has revolved around cock.”
Lisa froze. Holy shit. He was right. Daddy was right. Her brain was flooded with memories, as real as anything she had ever experienced. Teasing professors with her short skirts and her open legs. Making out with random girls at bars, knowing men were watching. Wearing a crucifix for a man with a religious kink to cum on. Anything it took. Making men hard gave her purpose. Making them cum was her greatest joy.
“He’s right…”, mumbled June. “You always were such a slut, Lisa!”
“I know! It’s amazing! I feel like he knows me so well already!”
“This is the best! Oh, oh, what can you tell about me?”, asked June eagerly.
The man took a good look at the busty alt girl. He decided to start simple. “You are obsessed with your own tits. You play with them constantly. They feel so good, you can’t stop yourself. And playing with them makes you feel horny and dumb and so happy to obey.”
As soon as the man stopped talking, reality set in for June. Her hands went to her chest before she knew what she was doing.
“Fuck… he’s so right… my big tits feel so fucking amazing… make me dumb… make me obey… My big tits control me… I’m so addicted to my big bimbo tits…”, mumbled June, her eyes losing focus, lost in the haze of compulsion and pleasure.
Lisa didn’t need to see anything more. June was being a total slut, a man was there -a very special man, in fact- the course of action was obvious. She approached her friend and shamelessly let her tongue slide up her neck, her eyes fixed on the man, a half smile on her lips. She gave June’s ear a playful nibble.
Eliza watched her so-called friends obey for Daddy. She let her hand slide between her legs and feel the wetness in her pussy, the totality of her triumph. She had done this for Daddy. Her friends were being mindless fucking toys because of her.
Lisa whispered in June’s ear, taking full advantage of her friend’s particular weakness, as she had done countless times before, at least in her new memories. She decided to cast subtlety to the wind and just tease her friend’s soaked pussy with her skilled fingers.
“Oh, you are such a whore… those big tits make you so horny and needy and happy and docile… look, there’s a man watching… you want to be porn for him, don’t you? Your dumb tits make you want to be porn for him… be porn with me, June… your cunt is so wet for it…”
The man watched as Lisa gently led June to the ground and got on top of her, grinding on her thigh, making out with the blissed out, dumb bimbo, making sure their tongues danced for the man, slightly adjusting June’s head so the man could see every movement, every bit of the show. She pulled June’s top down, drawing a moan from her lips, the warm air on her sensitive nipples sending a shiver through her body.
The man had seen enough. These two would do. Eliza had not failed him in her assessment. Oh, how she had rubbed her cunt, scrolling through her friend’s pictures, picking her future sister slaves! He did wonder, however, what was lurking inside their minds.
“Girls, do you want to know something really cool?”
Their eyes lit up with almost childish excitement.
“Oh, tell us, tell us!” said Lisa.
“You are completely perverted whores. You have no filter. All your needs, all your desires, all your deepest drives… you just let them out. No shame. No need to hold back. All you want to do is fuck and be fucked, to indulge in your darkest fantasies.”
It was true. Daddy was, as always, right. It took a moment to sink in, as lifetimes of memories materialized in the girls’ brains. Something awoke in their eyes, something primal, something feral. Suddenly, Lisa grabbed June’s hair, pulled and spat the words:
“You fucking cunt. You are just a pair of big tits with holes for cock and a tongue to fucking lick pussy until it goes numb. You don’t have fucking rights, you don’t have a soul, you are an object, a living fucking sex toy for others to use and abuse as they fucking please”
Eliza was taken aback. She would never have imagined such desires lurked inside the toned gym rat. Fuck, it was hot to finally see her real friends. June’s response, however, was even more surprising. Her eyes went glassy as she compulsively groped her breasts, sending herself into a spiral of arousal, submissiveness and imbecility.
“Cock… pussy… fuck… need cock… need to be used… need to obey… need to… need to…”
“Oh, look at you, pathetic little slut. Want cock so badly? Crawl to it like the animal you are!”, laughed Lisa.
June crawled, her mindless eyes fixed on the man, on his crotch. There was an overwhelming desire inside her, one she was too dumb at the moment to put into words. She fumbled with the man’s belt, her hands shaking with a deep, biological need.
Eliza felt her patience vanish. She leapt up and rushed to Daddy, undoing his belt with an ease that could only come from endless repetition. As soon as the big, veiny cock was free, June devoured it, taking it deep in her throat, licking it with a frantic need that bordered on insanity. Her hips, however, seemed to indicate a different need as she humped the air with desperation. Eliza took a good look at her friend, now just a bitch in heat. She had a suspicion, but she would let June come to the realization herself.
Meanwhile, Lisa watched the scene on all fours, her pants discarded by her side. She spanked herself and moaned before pushing a finger inside her tight asshole. She fingered her little hole and babbled, half to herself, half to the living porn she was witnessing.
“Fuck… I have a great ass… I work out to make my ass look so good… use my ass… fuck my ass… my ass is a cum dump… fuck… We are such fucking whores, all of us! Yes you too, Eliza! You are a fucking whore too, all wet watching us act like the sluts we are! Choke on that cock, June! Breathing matters less than cock! My ass… I’m an anal whore, I’m an anal slave, my ass needs to be plugged all the time, used all the time! Lick his balls, you useless cunt! Need… a strong man to fucking tame me… train me… make me the best anal whore in the world, all for him!”
Eliza relaxed on the sofa, her legs open, and lit a cigarette. No need to hide her new vice from her friends. Oh, Lisa, so strong, so secure… and wishing deep down a man would be forceful enough to break her… it was delicious. And she had done that.
“Daddy…” begged June as she tore off her panties and lifted her skirt, opening her legs, offering herself to him fully. “Cock… inside my pussy… cum… cum… fill me up… Ova- ovo…”
“Ovulating?”, helped Eliza.
“Ovulating! So fertile! Fuck me! Fill me with cum!”
“Fuck, that little slut… she wants to be bred by Daddy… for her womb to be conquered by his superior cum… fuck… June, you’d look so fucking hot with a baby bump, your big dumb tits leaking milk…”, added Lisa.
“Yes! Bred! Breed me, Daddy! Put babies in me!”, managed to say June.
The man didn’t need to hear more. He entered June with a savage passion, his cock stretching her almost to the point of pain, blasting away what remained of her brain. June convulsed in an instant orgasm, drooling and screaming and panting, a vessel for pleasure itself.
“Fuck her!” shouted Lisa, two fingers now frantically playing with her ass. “Fuck her pussy, cum inside her! Then… then use my ass! And then Eliza’s mouth! Make me lick her cunt! Make June please your cock with her huge tits! Fuck, June, you look so beautiful like this! Being owned so fully… get knocked up, you needy whore! Get fucking bred!”
“Yes Daddy…” said Eliza, her hand moving faster and faster. “Breed my dear friend… use us whenever you want… however you want… tell us what to wear, what to think, what to do… breed her with your seed, mark her as your property… You’re fucking her so good, Daddy… And I can tell you’re close… Knock her up! Pump her womb full of your potent cum!”
The man came, and June came with him, without a sound. Any scream died in her throat, overwhelmed by the sensation of his warm cum deep inside her. Soon after, her eyes recovered some of their intelligence and she smiled, satiated, almost like a starving woman who had just discovered food. Eliza couldn’t help herself. Seeing Daddy cum had been the hottest thing in her life, and in her own orgasm, she spanked herself without realizing she was doing it, her face on the floor, a puddle of drool forming under her.
Only Eliza managed to keep her composure, and it was for the simple reason that she knew she had to. There was one final thing to do.
“Hey, girls!” said Eliza with genuine joy, “Wanna know something? Daddy owns us!”
It simply sounded like a good idea. Natural. The girls looked at Daddy for confirmation. After all, he was always right.
“That’s exactly right, dear Eliza. I own you all”, he said with a calm smile.
III - Girl’s Eternal Night
They were ready just when his alarm clock went off. Well, it wasn’t really his alarm clock: it was located inside the kitchen, to let the girls know Daddy needed to be woken up. In the proper way.
Lisa’s hips swayed, the light hitting her jeweled plug and reflecting on the walls, giving everything a magical, surreal sensation, with pinks and reds dancing over the girls’ bodies. Each one was dressed exactly how Daddy had directed them to dress in his nightly note. Over the weeks, that note had become the center of their lives. Daddy was always right, so Daddy’s note told them exactly who they were the following day, how they had to dress, what they had to believe. The girls didn’t even notice how contradictory the notes were: Eliza could be told she was addicted to being spanked, submissive, and that she needed only to be degraded by Daddy and her sister slaves one day, and told she was a mean domme who kept the other sluts in line and delighted in delivering the punishments Daddy dreamt up the next. Daddy was always right, so whatever the note said was correct and absolute truth, overwriting anything that felt real before. Their memories were as flexible and malleable as putty, filling in entire lifetimes to accommodate Daddy’s words. They lived many lives in a single day, without even knowing it.
On that particular morning, Eliza wore her maid outfit. It simply made sense, since she was the one carrying the breakfast tray. Lisa, instead, had a different task, and she was dressed for it. Or rather, not dressed. June was the only one dressed in something resembling a “normal” attire, for she was the one in charge. Obviously, June’s “normal” included having her big tits out, because Daddy had said dumb sluts like her should always have their udders on display, and Daddy was always right.
They entered the bedroom and immediately put their all into fulfilling their purposes. Eliza woke Daddy up with a kiss and held the tray with coffee and pancakes, so he may enjoy his breakfast. Lisa slid between Daddy’s legs, taking his cock into her mouth, feeling it harden with every loving caress of her tongue. June pulled the camera out. She needed to make sure everything looked good. She was the director this morning.
“Lisa, take him deeper”, said June, barely managing to keep the urge to grope her tits in check. “Good. Now look at the camera while you lick his cock”. June moved around to catch the action. Daddy’s face could never be in frame. Daddy deserved privacy. Cunts didn’t. “Eliza, start”, directed June.
Eliza’s eyes glinted with a devilish glow.
“You fucking whore…” she said, almost purring. “You fucking anal slut. How long has it been since anyone has used your pussy? Only your mouth and ass matter! You live to be facefucked, to have your ass taken and stretched! You are a slave to your own ass, you pathetic little cunt!”
The words hit Lisa like whips, spurring her on. Her movements became frantic, animalistic. Everything Eliza was saying was true. She was two holes for cum, and her pussy was just decoration. God, she needed it. She needed Daddy’s cum hitting the back of her throat, filling her belly. She needed it more than air.
June made sure every moment, every strand of saliva was caught on camera, while she kept an eye on Daddy’s pleased face. She knew there was one more thing to do, just before he came. June watched Daddy getting closer and closer.
“Eliza, put the tray down”, she commanded.
Eliza knew exactly what that meant. With the utmost care, she put the tray down and walked to Lisa, a marker in hand. Lisa stood up and spread her arms, ready to become Daddy’s whiteboard.
Soon, her skin was ready to receive Daddy’s cum. He got to his feet just as Lisa fell to her knees. It didn’t take much more of her oral skills to drive her over the edge. He exploded all over her neck, her chest. June went in deep, making sure to capture every word as Daddy’s seed slid down Lisa’s body. Slut. Whore. Anal Slave. Cumdump. Daddy’s Property.
Daddy stretched, ready to start his day.
“Clean her up, girls”, he commanded.
Eliza and June fell on Lisa like feral, starving animals. They licked, their tongues meeting and even fighting for Daddy’s cum. Daddy started choosing his clothes. The girls would dress them when they were done, and then June would edit the video.
They were pornstars. They were pornstars because Daddy had told them they were.
And Daddy was always right.
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