CW: Brainwashing, Corruption, Anal play, Breeding, Body Writing, fffM
β...And drinks are here!β, 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. Stillβ¦ she couldnβt help herself. She chuckled internally. A girlβs night out, just for them, no boys allowedβ¦ 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 βempoweringβ; Lisa wearing pants that were close to exploding just to show off her gym-toned ass. But sure, girlβs 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 friendβs eyes got glassier, their smiles softer, more relaxed, their body language softly speaking of an openness, a comfortable relaxation.
βItβs so good we can have time to ourselvesβ, said June.
βI know, right? Oh, I needed this so bad. Just us, relaxing, having a few drinks, talkingβ¦β
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 βgirlβs nightβ. Well, Eliza couldnβt really complain, she figured. The night out had been, after all, her idea. Well, not hers, but her friends didnβt 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. βOh, you know what would be fun? If you shared a smoke with me outsideβ, she said with a casualness she very much did not feel, her eyes fixed on her friendβs reaction. Eliza expected to see some measure of resistance, some hesitancy, maybe even to receive a befuddled denial. June didnβt smoke. Neither did Eliza, as far as her friends knew. That habit had been chosen for her by Daddy. What she got, instead, was Juneβs green eyes opening wide and a genuine smile on her lips.
βThatβs such a good idea!β, chirped June, already getting up, looking as if Eliza had discovered electricity right in front of her.
βActuallyβ¦ maybe we should stay hereβ, tested Eliza.
βOh, right! Yeah, totally, we should stay hereβ, 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.
βLisa, your ass looks so great! Can I touch it?β
A look of delight came over Lisaβs face as she leaped out of her chair.
βOh my God, of course! That would be amazing!β
Eliza grabbed her friendβs ass with no shame, no attempt to be discreet. Lisa just squealed with joy: this was indeed a great idea!
βItβs so firm, so round!β said Eliza before giving it a playful spank.
βI know, right? I work so hard to keep it nice and hard!β, said Lisa.
Well, testing time was over, thought Eliza. The real game had to begin.
βOh, girls, I just had the best idea! It would be so cool if you came with me to meet someone very special!β
The girlβs 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 didnβt 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.
βHi!β piped up June. βWho are you?β
Eliza stepped in, a slow, predatory grace in her movements.
βThis, girls, is Daddy!β
The nickname didnβt trigger any alarms, when half an hour before it would have prompted a barrage of questions.
βOh, nice to meet you, Daddy!β, smiled Lisa.
βHeβs very specialβ, said Eliza, her tone betraying her anticipation. βDaddyβ¦ is always right. Always.β
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.
βSoβ¦ Daddy is always right. Thatβs soβ¦ oh, itβs amazing! Thank you, Daddy!β, 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.
βDaddyβ¦ Is always right. Right aboutβ¦ what?β, she said.
βEverything!β, beamed Eliza. βHe has taught me so, so much about the world, about myself, about my purpose! Show them, Daddy! Show them how youβre always right!β
The man paused for a second. He took a deep breath, and spoke in a deep, plain, almost professorial voice.
βLisaβ¦ you are Lisa, assuming from Elizaβs description. Lisa, nothing turns you on more than knowing you are making a man hard. Nothing is more important than making a man hard. Youβve 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.β
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.
βHeβs rightβ¦β, mumbled June. βYou always were such a slut, Lisa!β
βI know! Itβs amazing! I feel like he knows me so well already!β
βThis is the best! Oh, oh, what can you tell about me?β, asked June eagerly.
The man took a good look at the busty alt girl. He decided to start simple. βYou are obsessed with your own tits. You play with them constantly. They feel so good, you canβt stop yourself. And playing with them makes you feel horny and dumb and so happy to obey.β
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.
βFuckβ¦ heβs so rightβ¦ my big tits feel so fucking amazingβ¦ make me dumbβ¦ make me obeyβ¦ My big tits control meβ¦ Iβm so addicted to my big bimbo titsβ¦β, mumbled June, her eyes losing focus, lost in the haze of compulsion and pleasure.
Lisa didnβt 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 Juneβs 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 Juneβs ear, taking full advantage of her friendβs 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 friendβs soaked pussy with her skilled fingers.
βOh, you are such a whoreβ¦ those big tits make you so horny and needy and happy and docileβ¦ look, thereβs a man watchingβ¦ you want to be porn for him, donβt you? Your dumb tits make you want to be porn for himβ¦ be porn with me, Juneβ¦ your cunt is so wet for itβ¦β
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 Juneβs head so the man could see every movement, every bit of the show. She pulled Juneβs 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 friendβs pictures, picking her future sister slaves! He did wonder, however, what was lurking inside their minds.
βGirls, do you want to know something really cool?β
Their eyes lit up with almost childish excitement.
βOh, tell us, tell us!β said Lisa.
βYou are completely perverted whores. You have no filter. All your needs, all your desires, all your deepest drivesβ¦ 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.β
It was true. Daddy was, as always, right. It took a moment to sink in, as lifetimes of memories materialized in the girlsβ brains. Something awoke in their eyes, something primal, something feral. Suddenly, Lisa grabbed Juneβs hair, pulled and spat the words:
βYou 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 donβt have fucking rights, you donβt have a soul, you are an object, a living fucking sex toy for others to use and abuse as they fucking pleaseβ
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. Juneβs 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.
βCockβ¦ pussyβ¦ fuckβ¦ need cockβ¦ need to be usedβ¦ need to obeyβ¦ need toβ¦ need toβ¦β
βOh, look at you, pathetic little slut. Want cock so badly? Crawl to it like the animal you are!β, 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 manβs 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.
βFuckβ¦ I have a great assβ¦ I work out to make my ass look so goodβ¦ use my assβ¦ fuck my assβ¦ my ass is a cum dumpβ¦ fuckβ¦ 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 assβ¦ Iβm an anal whore, Iβm an anal slave, my ass needs to be plugged all the time, used all the time! Lick his balls, you useless cunt! Needβ¦ a strong man to fucking tame meβ¦ train meβ¦ make me the best anal whore in the world, all for him!β
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.
βDaddyβ¦β begged June as she tore off her panties and lifted her skirt, opening her legs, offering herself to him fully. βCockβ¦ inside my pussyβ¦ cumβ¦ cumβ¦ fill me upβ¦ Ova- ovoβ¦β
βOvulating?β, helped Eliza.
βOvulating! So fertile! Fuck me! Fill me with cum!β
βFuck, that little slutβ¦ she wants to be bred by Daddyβ¦ for her womb to be conquered by his superior cumβ¦ fuckβ¦ June, youβd look so fucking hot with a baby bump, your big dumb tits leaking milkβ¦β, added Lisa.
βYes! Bred! Breed me, Daddy! Put babies in me!β, managed to say June.
The man didnβt 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.
βFuck her!β shouted Lisa, two fingers now frantically playing with her ass. βFuck her pussy, cum inside her! Thenβ¦ then use my ass! And then Elizaβs 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 fullyβ¦ get knocked up, you needy whore! Get fucking bred!β
βYes Daddyβ¦β said Eliza, her hand moving faster and faster. βBreed my dear friendβ¦ use us whenever you wantβ¦ however you wantβ¦ tell us what to wear, what to think, what to doβ¦ breed her with your seed, mark her as your propertyβ¦ Youβre fucking her so good, Daddyβ¦ And I can tell youβre closeβ¦ Knock her up! Pump her womb full of your potent cum!β
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 couldnβt 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.
βHey, girls!β said Eliza with genuine joy, βWanna know something? Daddy owns us!β
It simply sounded like a good idea. Natural. The girls looked at Daddy for confirmation. After all, he was always right.
βThatβs exactly right, dear Eliza. I own you allβ, he said with a calm smile.
III - Girlβs Eternal Night
They were ready just when his alarm clock went off. Well, it wasnβt 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.
Lisaβs 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 girlsβ 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 Daddyβs note told them exactly who they were the following day, how they had to dress, what they had to believe. The girls didnβt 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 Daddyβs 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 βnormalβ attire, for she was the one in charge. Obviously, Juneβs βnormalβ 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 Daddyβs 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.
βLisa, take him deeperβ, said June, barely managing to keep the urge to grope her tits in check. βGood. Now look at the camera while you lick his cockβ. June moved around to catch the action. Daddyβs face could never be in frame. Daddy deserved privacy. Cunts didnβt. βEliza, startβ, directed June.
Elizaβs eyes glinted with a devilish glow.
βYou fucking whoreβ¦β she said, almost purring. βYou 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!β
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 Daddyβs 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 Daddyβs pleased face. She knew there was one more thing to do, just before he came. June watched Daddy getting closer and closer.
βEliza, put the tray downβ, 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 Daddyβs whiteboard.
Soon, her skin was ready to receive Daddyβs cum. He got to his feet just as Lisa fell to her knees. It didnβt 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 Daddyβs seed slid down Lisaβs body. Slut. Whore. Anal Slave. Cumdump. Daddyβs Property.
Daddy stretched, ready to start his day.
βClean her up, girlsβ, he commanded.
Eliza and June fell on Lisa like feral, starving animals. They licked, their tongues meeting and even fighting for Daddyβs 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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