Summary: mind control, incest, ff
An entrepreneur retires and moves in
with his daughter's family. Using a corporation he helped set up, he begins
having her friends mind-trained and having flagrant sex with them. Then he
sets his eyes on her ...
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
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Live well!
Clark Blaine pulled into his driveway at eight-thirty in the morning, exhausted. This was the most hours of overtime he had put in yet. But it was worth it, he told himself as he walked to the front door, unlocked it and entered his house.
He dragged himself up the stairs. Skip the shower bit, he thought -- he was one tired puppy.
He walked into his bedroom and saw his naked wife sandwiched between her father and her son.
"I ... I ... I ...."
Grant woke first. "Clark, welcome home!"
"I ...."
"Honey!" Daphne gasped, yanking the covers up to cover her body. "I --"
"Dad!!!"
"Shit!" Clark muttered tiredly. He looked at Daphne, then at Grant, then at David, then back to Daphne. Cupping his crotch, he moved toward the bathroom. "I gotta go jerk off!" he muttered.
David and Daphne both looked to Grant.
"He's been 'done,'" he informed them.
"'Done,' Daddy? What do you mean, 'done'?"
"He's been treated -- fixed. Just like you, Daffy-Bear."
"You had me 'done', Daddy? What do you mean, 'done'?"
Grant leaned forward to look at David. "You know what I've been saying about women needing their man to tell them what to do?"
"Yes, Grandpa."
"Weeeellll ... that's the way things ought to be."
"You had me 'done', Daddy?"
"Hush, Daffy-Bear, I'm trying to talk to my grandson. Well, David, women's lib and several other things put bad ideas into women's heads. So a corporation of mine began to research a solution. A few years ago, they perfected it. It's a treatment that instills certain concepts into the subject's mind."
"Instills concepts, Grandpa?"
"Think of it as a training session, David, where they learn what you tell them to learn and can't refuse."
"Wow."
"You had me 'done', Daddy?"
"Yes, Daffy-Bear, you have such a hot fucking little ass that I couldn't resist poking it."
Daphne giggled, remembering that he literally *did* poke her hot little ass last night. Or was it early this morning? Never mind.
"So you treated Mom? And Caroline and Sarah?"
"Weren't they fun? And I also had your dad treated, too. Otherwise it would be hard poking your Mom."
"Wow ...."
"Now that I've retired, you'll eventually be inheriting my empire, including the magic corporation. Think you can handle it, Grandson?"
"Grandpa! Yes! I can think of a list of bitchin little fillies that need to be treated right off the top of my head!"
Grant smiled. "That's my lad!"
"Don't forget your old Mama!" Daphne said, nudging her son.
"Oh, Mom. Get on your knees and suck Grandpa's cock. I want to try out your asshole!"
"Oh, Davy, I love you," she said, wiggling her ass as she moved to comply.