The Mind Control Device Chapter 23 Mind Controlled Daughter Delight
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The Mind Control DeviceChapter 23: Mind-Controlled Daughter Delight free porn video
John Preston
I couldn’t believe I just ordered a mind-control device from the very man I was investigating: Dean Michaels.
$10,000...
I just spent $10,000 on what had to be a hoax, but my fellow U.S. attorney, Gina Brand, was right. How else to explain what was going on around this man. FBI agents didn’t march into a police precinct and come out thinking that a man could do no wrong. That he could break any law.
My phone buzzed on my hip. I pulled it off the plastic case on my belt. A new email. Confirmation that it was on the way. I swallowed at that. I had done it. I had a paper trail now connecting me to the subject.
I stared at that email. I kept reading it over and over again. It was on the way. It would be here in a few days. I even had a tracking number. I could monitor it traveling to me. This was insane. What was I going to do with a mind-control device?
What couldn’t I do with a mind-control device?
I swallowed, this pit forming in my stomach. If it truly controlled people, Dean Michaels had to be stopped. But how if he had this device. It was a problem with no solution. I could chase myself in circles trying to follow it.
Or I could use it. I mean, I was working for the government. I was a white hat. I put away the bad guys. I locked them up and threw away the key. With this, I could be even more effective. Suspects would never try to weasel out of crimes. I could just order them to tell the truth.
I would have people indoctrinated against Dean Michaels. They would be able to arrest him. Bring him to justice for what he did. He fucked a teenage girl over the hood of her mother’s car. Just pounded her in the cunt. He enjoyed that tight and juicy twat.
And she had loved it. She had enjoyed every second of it. A swelling grew in my pants. I swallowed, my face blazing with heat. I rubbed my left hand on my slacks, my right still gripping the phone. Just a few more days, and I would—
The door opened and Gina Brand entered. My fellow U. S. attorney who was working on the file with me. She was a blonde in her thirties. She held a large, clear plastic bag from a restaurant with to-go boxes inside of it.
“You look like you saw a ghost,” she said, staring at me.
I couldn’t believe she was already back. How long had I been sitting here? “Just ... this mind control shit is crazy. If it’s real ... We have to figure this out.”
“Definitely,” she said. “Any ideas?”
I almost said, “I ordered a machine to test it,” but I held back. Using one certainly wasn’t ethical, but I had to know how it worked. What its weaknesses were. That was it. I ordered it for justice. I wouldn’t abuse it like Dean Michaels did.
I wouldn’t mind-control a teenage girl to fuck me.
Dean Michaels
I smiled as I received the confirmation email from the factory. The device was packaged up. UPS would pick it up in the morning and it would arrive at the customer, Preston John, in a few days. The second mind-control device sold.
Another $10,000 for the upgrade to the control center. This was becoming way too big to run out of my garage. I would need a proper data center. As more and more people bought them to shape their areas. We’d have to monitor them. Make sure they didn’t go too far.
The door opened to the garage from the kitchen. “Hey, I just had a great shoot.”
“Oh?” I asked, turning in my swivel chair to see my wife striding to me. Kimmie wore a short skirt and a tank top that fit her petite body. She had the genes that blessed her with looking young. Right now, she appeared in her twenties, but you put her in a schoolgirl outfit and she would pass for a cutie our daughters’ age. Fifteen or sixteen.
Kimmie’s red pigtails swayed about her head as she sauntered to me. “We are going to make bank.”
“Great,” I said, sitting here naked.
She grabbed my cock and held me upright as she sat down on my lap. Her short skirt swayed. I quickly learned my wife wasn’t wearing panties. Her hot sheath engulfed my cock. I groaned as her tight cunt swallowed my dick. She sucked me in. I loved it. Her pussy slid down and down my shaft, taking me to the hilt.
I groaned again, the pleasure racing down my shaft to my balls. The heat engulfed my cock, wet and tight and juicy. My wife settled all the way down on me. Her pussy clenched about my dick as she leaned back into my chest. My arms went around her, savoring this moment.
“Mmm, I needed that,” moaned Kimmie. “The Eatons were so fun to play with. Mrs. Eaton looked so hot getting nailed by the Black guys.”
My wife really liked to mind-control other married women into fucking Black guys when she wasn’t making their husbands fuck their daughters. I held her to me, savoring her cunt’s juicy embrace about me.
“How was your day?” she asked. “Sitting here playing god?”
“A little bit,” I said. “And we had another order.”
“Nice,” she said. “Ooh, how long until they are being shipped around the world.”
“We’ll build up nice and slow,” I said. “Spreading the network. More and more places will come online and be connected to us. Vivian is working out the software for the data center.”
“When she’s not enjoying her harem of schoolgirls,” my wife purred. “She’s a naughty one.”
“And a happy one,” I pointed out. My hands slid up beneath my wife’s tank top to grope her small breasts. Her nipples rubbed hard into my palms.
“Mmm, happy,” said my wife. She looked at the bank of monitors. Each one displayed a different spy camera’s feed. Some were security camera vids while other ones were installed by us or people under commands. They let us see everywhere in our town that we had installed the mind-control devices. From right here, you could control anyone you saw on the cameras.
It was a heady exhilaration.
My wife’s cunt squeezed about my dick as she glanced up at the mall feed. She manipulated the controls and an image of the hallway of the mall appeared. It was in color, the camera in HD. It provided great quality. She smiled as the people walking along had their IDs on the screen. Most were the six-digit hexadecimal codes, but several had customized ones.
“Cute Blonde Tits” was clearly one of June’s.
“What are you up to?” I asked, my wife’s pussy clenching about my cock and relaxing. She massaged me.
“Oh, you know, I think I spotted a shoplifter,” she said and typed on the screen. One of the figures, Officer Jones, stopped in his walk. His head swiveled to track a pair of women walking by. No, a woman and a teenager. Her daughter? They both had similar shades of brown hair.
“Two shoplifters?” I asked as my wife typed more.
The cop marched after the women and gave them an order. Both ladies froze. They turned around and looked at him. They were mother and daughter. Their faces held a similar shape in the cheekbones. The daughter was wearing trendy jeans and a negligee-like top that hung from spaghetti straps and draped over her round breasts. Mother wore a t-shirt and white capris, her ankles exposed and wearing heels.
There was no sound, but the officer ordered them to the wall. They both complied, heading to it and putting their hands against it. My dick throbbed in my wife’s cunt as she kept typing. Kept sending out commands to them.
The mall’s pedestrian traffic streaming by them without anyone stopping, the cop slid up behind the mother and began frisking her. He was a young man, fit, his black hair buzzed into a flat top. He slid his hands down her back to her ass, giving her rump a squeeze. The daughter looked over, but her expression was hard to read at this angle.
My wife squirmed on me, her twat stirring around my cock. I groaned, savoring the silky grip of her cunt about my dick. The hot heat of her snatch. The ache grew at the tip. My balls tightened as I watched the cop molesting the women.
“You’re wicked, Kimmie,” I groaned.
“I know,” she purred. “Ooh, look at him go.”
The cop reached around the mother and shoved his hands up beneath her top. He went for the woman’s big boobs. He squeezed and kneaded them. He made sure she wasn’t hiding anything in her bra.
The daughter wiggled her ass.
“Is she getting wet?” I asked, staring at that teenager squirming in her trendy jeans. They hugged her young rump.
“Which one?” my wife asked. “They both should be.”
The mother threw back her head. I’d say she was moaning, loving being frisked by the cop. He groped her for another moment then his hands slid down. He went for the fly of her capris, fumbling around. I smiled as he clearly opened her fastener and zipper.
Then he yanked them down. The woman wore purple panties that clung to her rump. He hauled those capris to her ankles, kneeling down behind her. Then his fingers hooked her panties and yanked them down, too, giving him a front-row seat at the woman’s rump and pussy.
“Shaved or not shaved?” my wife asked, her pussy sliding an inch or two up my cock and then slamming back down, more than enough movement to stimulate my tip.
“Mother’s got a bush and daughter’s shaved,” I groaned.
The cop grabbed the mother’s rump, squeezing her again as he stood up. My wife typed something, her twat clenching and relaxing on my dick. The cop spun the woman around. From this angle, we could see the front of her. She was shaved. My wife laughed.
“Wrong on one,” she said. “Mmm, a MILF with a shaved twat. That’s so hot.”
The cop shoved his hand between the mother’s thighs. Her breasts jiggled in her top. She threw back her head as he fingered her. It was clear he had at least a couple of his digits in her cunt. The daughter watched, her ass wiggling even more.
The woman’s mouth opened wide. I wished there was sound to hear her passion. My wife purred in delight, squirming on my lap. The pleasure flowed down my dick as I enjoyed the show she put on for us to watch.
Better than anything on cable.
The cop pulled his hand out from the mother’s pussy and held up the fingers. The woman giggled and held up her hands together, wrists pressed tight. It was clear she was guilty of what he accused her of having: a hot cunt. The cop barked an order. She took off her top and bra, spilling out a large pair of breasts.
Then he slapped cuffs on her.
She leaned against the wall as he moved over to the daughter. The girl, fifteen or sixteen, wiggled her rump more. She had a flushed face. I could see the red from here. The cop wiped the fingers that had been in her mother’s cunt on the girl’s cheek and down to her lips.
She sucked on them.
“Ooh, I didn’t tell him to do that,” my wife groaned. She leaned back into me. I massaged her small breasts, her nipples hard against my palm.
“It’s fun when they get into it,” I groaned.
“Mmm, yes,” moaned my wife. “You should have seen Mr. Eaton with his daughter. How he ravished that virgin. It was so sexy.”
“Family movie night?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, yes,” my wife moaned. “The girls will love it.”
My girls were all pregnant. So was my wife. She had finally been bred. I squeezed her tits. They would be lactating again. With both of her previous pregnancies, her tits had barely grown at all and then they had shrunk back to her little A cups pretty fast. I pinched her nipples while watching the screen.
The cop groped the girl’s ass while she just peeled off her negligee top as he did. She wiggled her rump, a pink bra cupping her breasts. The cop’s big hands kneaded her rump through her jeans. Then he slid up her stomach. He pushed up her breasts.
The girl’s round, teenage tits filled his hands. He massaged and kneaded them. The girl moaned, rubbing her ass back into his crotch. The mother fingered her cunt as she watched, the handcuffs gleaming between her thighs.
“Oh, yes, yes,” my wife moaned, her excitement groaning. “Mommy’s getting hot watching. I didn’t tell her to do that, either.”
“She loves the sight of that hunk molesting her daughter, huh?” I asked.
“Mmm, every mother does,” she moaned. “You just have to awaken that naughty slut in them.”
I smiled and then groaned. My wife squirmed again, her pussy teasing my cock. It wasn’t enough to make me cum but kept me on the edge. Pleasure flowed down my cock as my wife’s pussy held me. I pinched her nipples. She gasped and shuddered on me.
The cop slid his hands down the girl’s sides. He unsnapped those tight jeans. He knelt behind the daughter. He yanked down her pants. He pulled them down with a hard yank. They spilled off her rump, her butt-cheeks exposed. A pink thong vanished into her crack.
“Mmm, she’s going to be shaved,” I groaned. “Like mother and daughter.”
“Uh-huh,” my wife moaned, her voice getting throaty as I pinched her nipples. “Dean! Yes!”
“You like that, huh?” I purred. “Does my naughty Kimmie like it when Daddy plays with her nipples.”
“Yes, Daddy,” my wife moaned, her voice sounding so girlish. “Mmm, I like it a lot. I love your big dick being in my pussy, too, Daddy.”
My cock throbbed even harder at her words. My balls tightened. She squirmed more on me as the cop ripped down the teenager’s thong and spun her around. To my shock, the girl had a bush. Brown and trimmed, but it was there.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Daddy was wrong about her,” moaned Kimmie, “but all his daughters have shaved cunts. June, Dusk, and his wicked Kimmie. All those pregnant daughter-pussies shaved bare and girlish.”
“Yes,” I growled as the cop buried his face into the daughter’s cunt.
He ate the girl out to search her. She moaned while her mother leaned in and kissed the teenager. The lesbian incest was such a hot sight to see. Their lips sealed tight. Their tongues danced. I groaned. My wife moaned. She bounced on me for a moment, sliding up and then down.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“I know, Daddy,” Kimmie moaned. “Ooh, look at that naughty mommy.”
As the mother kissed her daughter, she reached her cuffed hands out and groped the teenager’s tits. The naughty mommy groped her daughter’s boobs, kneading them as they kissed. The cop kept eating the girl out, feasting on that underage muff.
My dick throbbed. I envied the cop. I bet that pussy tasted delicious. I pinched my wife’s nipples harder. She groaned, squirming on me. She teased me. I teased her. We worked each other into a frenzy as we watched.
The girl broke the kiss with her mother. She gasped and moaned, her face twisting in pleasure.
“Mommy, Mommy,” cooed my wife, pitching her voice to be a little different. “Oh, Mommy, the officer is searching my pussy with his tongue.”
“That’s because you’ve been a bad girl,” my wife then said in a deeper, more mature voice as the mother appeared to be talking. “You probably have something deep in there. I think you have to search her with your cock, Officer.”
The cop lifted his head. I said in a deep voice, “You’re right. The little slut could have anything buried deep in her.”
“Yes, yes, yes, I could,” my wife moaned in the girl’s voice. “Search my cunt, Officer.”
The cop rose and attacked his fly. “Going to shove this dick so deep in your cunt,” I growled in a gravelly voice. “Going to fuck that cunt of yours hard, you little slut. Shoplifting’s a serious matter.”
“Yes, yes, fuck my daughter’s cunt!” husked Kimmie, her pussy sliding up and down my cock. “Fuck her hard. She’s a wicked slut.”
The cop produced his dick.
“Yes, yes, fuck me with it,” squealed Kimmie in her girlish voice. “Ram that cock into me, Officer.”
“So hard and fast,” I growled, twisting my wife’s nipples. “I’m going to pump you full of my cum. You want something to smuggle in your cunt, you can have my seed?”
“Your baby, Officer,” husked my wife in the mom’s voice. “Let me help you breed my daughter.”
The mother grabbed the cop’s dick and guided his dick to her daughter’s cunt. He slammed into the girl with a hard plunge. My wife clenched her cunt down on my dick. She moaned and leaned forward, bracing her hands on the workbench before us.
She used her hands as leverage to work her pussy up and down my dick as we watched the cop fucking the girl. He pounded the girl hard and fast. He fucked her with powerful strokes. He buried his cock into her, the girl pinned against the wall, her jeans around her ankles.
“Damn,” I groaned, my wife’s cunt sliding up and down my cock. “Work that pussy up and down daddy’s dick, Kimmie.”
“Yes, Daddy!” she moaned, her pigtails dancing. “Daddy’s big dick feels so good in my bred pussy. I’m going to cum so hard.”
“Good,” I growled.
My balls tightened now. The teasing was over. Time to erupt.
The cop fucked the daughter hard while my wife’s cunt massaged my dick. She felt amazing about me. Just the best. I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing. I rose towards my orgasm.
My hands slid down from my wife’s tits. I grabbed her hips and worked her cunt up and down my dick. I pumped her with hard strokes. Her pussy clenched about my cock. She gripped me with her juicy snatch.
My balls tightened. The heat swelled and swelled in me as I watched the cop fucking the girl, the mother masturbating to the sight. My wife’s pussy slammed down my cock then I lifted her up. My face twisted, glasses shifting.
“Daddy! Daddy!” my wife gasped as her pussy writhed around my cock.
She slammed down my dick. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed. Her cunt massaged around my aching shaft. It was incredible to feel. I groaned, loving every second of her snatch spasming about my cock. I shuddered, the heat rushing through my body.
“Fuck!” I growled and erupted in her. I fired my spunk into my wife’s cunt.
Spurt after spurt after spurt of cum. The pleasure slammed into my mind. The stars burst across my vision. It was incredible. I groaned, loving every second of this heat surging through me. I shuddered at that hot cunt writhing around my erupting cock.
I pumped her full of my jizz. She moaned, trembling on me. She cried out her orgasm. She squirmed on me, her pussy sucking out all the cum in my balls. I hit that peak as my wife slumped back against my chest, panting.
“Daddy,” she mewled.
“Mmm, my naughty Kimmie,” I said, squeezing her tits. I stared up at the screen, the cop dumping his cum into the girl. “Looks like he’s done searching the girl.
“Now he has to search the mom while she cleans the girl up,” my wife said, reaching for the keyboard to type away.
I smiled, savoring the heat rushing through my body. Things were going great.
John Preston
It was all I could do to suffer through work a few days later. I had my normal cases to work on, a plea meeting with a defense attorney, and in the back of my mind was the knowledge that the device had arrived this morning. 10:13 AM, according to the email I received.
It was at the manager’s office at my apartment building waiting for me to pick it up. I just had to get out of work. I had to escape Gina and our endless, circular talks about what to do with Dean Michaels. I knew what to do with him I just had to use the device.
“We should do another strategy meeting,” Gina said as 5 o’clock came around. “There has to be a way to get Dean. Put some drone surveillance up. Find him when he’s nowhere near one of those devices.”
“And where is that?” I asked Gina.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” she said. “The ultra-high frequency sound waves it emits means it makes noise, right? Noise a drone or something can detect. I’ve been asking some tech guys. I think we could build a detector. The website says the full machine has a range of two hundred yards. We can start to measure it. We know there’s one at the high school where he teaches, the police station, and his home. Once we can map them, then we wait for a place that’s not covered.”
“Sure, sure,” I said. “Write it up, but I have to go. I have an ... an appointment.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s my ... my mother,” I said, grabbing my coat.
“Doesn’t she live in Phoenix?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said, hurrying to the door. “It’s a Zoom meeting.” Did that make any sense?
“Okay,” she said slowly. “I have this subpoena into his business. You want to look over it?”
“I’m sure it’s fine,” I said and was out the door.
I hurried home as fast as the Uber Driver would carry me. I didn’t own a car right now. Parking was just too much in the city. I reached my apartment and headed to the manager’s office. There it was. A brown box. It was a little bigger than a microwave. I held it in my hand, trembling. This couldn’t be real.
I hurried upstairs to my apartment. I passed my neighbor’s door, the gorgeous Janet Marlow’s place, and then reached my own. I slipped inside and set the box on my coffee table. I took a moment to calm myself down. I undid my cufflinks and ripped off my tie. I grabbed a pocket knife and slit it open. A plastic package with instructions, a USB cable, a power cord, and a CD was inside lying on foam insulation. I opened it and found my owner’s manual.
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