"Manipulated" Chapter Four

Manipulated ©
Chapter Four
By Fiction Writer #13
( incest, beast, bond, voy, anal, teen, preteen, father, daughter, M/F, exhib, humil, con, reluct, Femdom, Mdom, anal, squirt, dog/g, dog/m, forced)

Helen's eyes were glued to the monitor as the images changed from one angle to another. For the past forty minutes she had watched as the dogs continued to rape her children. Little Sarah was barely visible under the great beast. If it wasn't for her blonde hair spilling out from under the animal you would never have suspected the ten year old was even there. Robbie, on the other hand, couldn't be missed. The white skin of his back and shoulders glistened under the harsh lights with a mixture of sweat and dog saliva.

After their initial cum injection, they remained locked tightly together in a carnal embrace. Helen watched closely as every few minutes the animals began hunching again, jetting more and more semen into her two youngest. Both Sarah's and Robbie's stomachs had become slightly distended from the repeated fillings, giving them the appearance of early pregnancy.

The initial pain the kids had felt was long gone, although it was quite clear that they were becoming exhausted by the repeated forced orgasms. Robbie was, in effect, being milked by the large knot rubbing against his prostate. A continuous pouring of seminal fluid ran from his reddened cock. Sarah was in a similar state, her G-spot receiving the same degree of bestial massage.

Dr. Whelan watched his own daughter. Helen had kept her position on the chair perfectly during the entire performance. Though he had removed the bindings from her wrists, her hands remained firmly planted on the arm rests. Her wide spread legs were shaking uncontrollably, whether from contained excitement or the strain of holding herself on the edge of the seat he did not know. Her shaved pussy on display for him, dripping with juice, had caused him to grow hard within his blue dress pants. He too would need some relief soon.

A knock on the door drew his attention away from the lewd display that she offered. The door opened, spilling white light into the darkened control room. Blinking in the sudden flood of brightness, Malcolm recognized the man dressed in hospital whites as one of his research team, an old friend. "Allen, come in."

"Sorry, Dr. Whelan, I know you're in the middle of a project, but you asked to see the results from the blood screens as soon as they were completed."

Dr. Allen Reed took a step into the room as Malcolm stood to receive the computer printout being thrust in his direction.

As her father leafed through the fifteen or so pages of data, Helen's face burned with embarrassment. Only three men in her life had ever seen her pussy before; her father, her husband, and the doctor who delivered her children. Now this stranger in white had an unobstructed view of her treasure, and he was unabashedly devouring the sight before him.

Helen once again hung her head in shame, trying to hide behind her hair from the man's gaze. She didn't even notice when her legs had begun to close of their own accord, but her father did.

"Helen, keep them open. Dr. Reed has seen many vaginas before yours, and though yours is very beautiful, it will not drive him to act inappropriately. You do not need to hide yourself from him."

Malcolm's eyes never once left the pages, but Dr. Reed's were now fixed on Helen. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes from being put on display for this man.

"Well..." Mal looked up at Allen smiling broadly, "looks like we have a winner!"

The two men vigorously shook hands before embracing, clapping hands on each others backs.

"We have a lot of work ahead of us. I'll need another hour or so with the project I'm working on now, so go and tell the rest of the team if they don't already know."

"Yeah, this place is getting too old to continue into the next phase. We'll need to move into the new facility." Mal paused for a moment in thought. "A new age starts today."

"I'll tell security before informing the team. I'll see you at the new labs!" Reed smiled and finally left, closing the door behind him.

Mal returned to his seat before the antiquated controls. Buttons, knobs, dials and toggle switches peppered the aluminum console. This place might be old, but Mal felt much younger than his sixty-two years.

He looked over at his daughter; she still held her legs open for his gaze. She was beautiful. She had given him so much joy while growing up, and now she had just given him his life's dream. 'I'll give you anything you want, my princess, anything at all. You'll never want for anything ever again. Your family will truly be yours for you to do with as you wish, from now until the end of time.'

Malcolm lowered the zipper of his pants, and then hauled his stiff manhood out into the open.

"Helen." She looked up and saw him exposed. "Come and sit on daddy's lap, baby girl."

Still shaking on wobbly legs she stood and crossed the distance to her smiling father. Holding himself steady, Helen slowly sunk herself down onto his staff, sighing with each filling inch until her ass rested on his thighs.

She gripped him tightly within her depths, savoring a pleasure that had been denied her for almost twenty years. She had almost forgotten just how much he filled her. Her husband Stanley's eight inches reached deeper, but her Daddy's was so much thicker that it still stretched her to her limits.

"It's time for you to start to take control, my love. You have lived your entire life trying to please me and everyone else in your family. Tonight that changes. Tonight you are going to be in charge, and your family will do what ever you tell them to. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy." There was a slight hesitation in her voice. "But, what about us? Will you still take care of me?"

"Yes pumpkin, that's why I'm training your family for you. Any time you feel like you miss me, I want you to... entertain them." Malcolm pointed to the monitors, drawing Helen's attention back to the animals still attached to her children. "Do you think you could do that for me baby girl."

Helen shook on his lap, the movement doing wonderful things to his cock buried deep inside of her. "Yesss... I think I'd like that. I think I'd like that a lot Daddy."

Helen leaned forward slightly on his lap and pressed the indicated white button. On monitor three the two dogs reacted instantly. Both of them began to pull away from their human hosts, causing grunts and groans to emanate from the speakers.

Helen watched in fascination as the baseball sized knot finally tugged free from Sarah's tiny vagina. A flood of cum, both human female and male animal, erupted with a pop and splashed on the floor below. Sarah's stomach rapidly shrunk with the release, her sore red pussy gaping open for Helen's eyes.

The camera view shifted just in time to watch the marbled knot force its way free from Robbie's clenching anus, his cry of pain announcing its escape. A torrent of dog semen spilled from him, coating his hairy hanging balls in a waterfall of sticky goo. He too was left open for Helen's viewing pleasure, his insides a mixture of purple and crimson hues standing out against the paleness of his upturned buttocks.

Helen could hold back no longer. Waves of pleasure washed over her body from her toes to her finger tips. It was as if every photographer in the world had decided to take her picture at that very moment, flashes of white hot energy bursting behind her eyes, blinding her to the world all around. Her juices rushed from her body, coating her thighs and her father below.

Malcolm felt her spasming on him, her cunt massaging him from within. Feeling her hot orgasm wash over his roiling scrotum sent him over the edge. He fired his love into his daughter, great jets of cum filling her belly, leaving him momentarily dazed.

Father and daughter breathed heavily in the ensuing silence. Though he had just cum, Malcolm remained fully erect, a testament to the training he had received as a teenager so long ago.

"We'll let those two rest up for now. It's time to break in that husband of yours."

Helen complied and watched as her kids, now released to the effects of gravity, slowly slumped to the floor between the binding horses. Both of them curled into fetal positions and fell asleep from being totally drained.

"Now turn that dial over there up to seven, we don't have much time so I want to increase the subliminal harmonics. It should speed up their training considerably."

"No, it will alter your voice. Just press that button to talk, and those buttons to give them a little incentive to follow your commands. When you're ready, flip that switch to turn on monitor four."

Helen's hand slowly moved to the shiny toggle switch...

Stanley awoke to once again find himself bound against his will. Still naked and on his back, he was glad that his daughter Steph was no longer on top of him. The memory of her naked pussy still burned in his mind.

His legs were bent at the knees and held in the air, spread in way that left him feeling vulnerable and exposed. His head hung off the edge of the table, making it difficult to look up at himself, but his view was otherwise unobstructed.

The room was lit harshly from above with fluorescent lights. Their electrical humming seemed to grow in volume as he listened for any other signs of life. The wall to his left had a single door, closed with no apparent way of opening. To his right a mirror stretched from floor to ceiling and from corner to corner. It, too, had another handle-less door. He could see himself in the reflection, and gasped at how he appeared.

Instinct told him that he was being watched, movies had told him that they were most likely behind the mirror.

"HEY!" he yelled. "Hey, fuckheads! Get me the FUCK out of here! Do you know who you're fucking with, assholes? Get me the fuck out of here NOW!"

A movement in the mirrors reflection caught his eye. Something he hadn't noticed before because of the odd angles. Somewhere beyond his feet another person began to wake. He could barely see this person, but it seemed as though he’d been sleeping in the fetal position on the floor.

Stephanie had been awakened from her pleasant slumber by someone yelling. Not just anyone, it was her father doing the calling.

Steph stretched out her lean body, enjoying the sensation of movement. She felt warm despite her missing clothing, tingly even. Her jaw no longer ached, but her throat still had some tenderness when she swallowed.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the new surroundings. The first thing she saw was her own reflection, and it surprised her. She felt somehow detached from the image of the girl in the mirror. The girl lying on the floor before her seemed different. Her raven hair hung all around her, framing her pale face perfectly, the ends just brushing the tops of her perky B-cup breasts. Her soft pink lips slightly parted, exposing teeth in a sly smile.

This girl's face stared back at her with an intensity that she had never known, a smoldering gaze that made her feel both sexy and afraid. Her dark brown eyes roamed all over her body, exploring this vision of beauty still somewhat curled into a fetal ball. Her milky white skin, hidden from the summer sun by baggy clothing, seemed to glow in the harsh light. She was a vision of Gothic beauty, though she had never participated in that high school clique.

"Steph... are you going to help me or what?" The sound of her annoyed father broke her free from the spell.

Shaking the remnants of the dreamy state away she began to stand up, revealing yet another difference between herself and the young woman in the mirror. The vision of feminine charms had something Stephanie knew for certain she herself had never possessed. Between those creamy thighs hung an oddity, a piece that did not fit with the rest of her female design.

Looking down at herself, she discovered that she too shared this abnormality. At once both familiar in shape and foreign by location, Stephanie stared at the pink phallus protruding from her pelvis.

She wasn't as nude as she had once believed. Around her waist and between her legs, black leather straps held the male falsehood in place. Try as she might, she could not pull the harness down past her hips, nor could she find any way to loosen the tight leather.

Tentatively she reached down and touched the thing, watching as it bounced slightly. Growing bolder and bursting with curiosity, she tugged on the thing, feeling all the realistic veins and bumps under her fingers. Pulling on it produced sensations from within her body, letting her know that this was but part of its length. More had been hidden from view, buried deeply inside her pussy, plugging the opening that made her female. The soft shaft even had a set of realistic testicles surrounded by a thin latex skin, completing her transformation from penetrated to penetrator.

Malcolm leaned into Helen's ear and whispered, "We've given her a small amount of the same drug Sarah received, along with a healthy dose of testosterone to make things more interesting." Helen shuddered against him. "You might also like to know that the dildos inside of her and protruding, are exact replicas made from your son and husband."

Looking at the large size of the cock hanging from Steph she knew to whom it belonged.

"Well, I've told him enough times to go fuck himself, I guess now he really will!" Helen began laughing at her own joke, her kegel muscles squeezing her father's prick with every intake of breath.

It was strange, but Stephanie felt more confident with this symbol of maleness attached to her. Stronger, more powerful, dominant even. She couldn't explain it, she’d always felt confident, but now she just felt it even more so. Like she could conquer the world armed only with the sword now jutting from her body.

"Steph, come on! I want to get out of this thing. What's the hold up over there? Are you tied up?"

"Sorry Dad, I... I just got distracted by..." Steph froze in mid-sentence, her first view of her father's condition taking her breath away.

Steph knew the embarrassing position well, having made regular visits to her gynecologist since her twelfth birthday. She hated each and every one of those degrading sessions and all they entailed. From the stupid paper gowns that didn't cover anything, to the uncomfortable feeling of having someone strange so close to your most private of places, and the most hated sensation of all, the cold steel speculum used to open her wide for closer scrutiny.

She was staring at her father's pale and hairy upturned thighs, his feet pointing towards her and spread far apart. The position opened him up to her eyes. The nearly white cheeks of his rear spread wide revealing the darker puckered hole for her inspection. Someone had taken the time to relieve him of some body hair. Though the thick bush of pubic hair still nested his flaccid cock, the hair from his scrotum and perineum had been shaved clean, as well as the area between both cheeks. The indirect effect of his depilated area caused Steph to let slip a laugh. To her it looked as if someone had turned his ass into one big bulls eye.

"It's not funny, Steph, come and get me out of this thing." Stanley lifted his head to see what was taking her so long. He found her standing between his legs, giggling at what he had on display for her teenage eyes.

"Sorry, Dad." Steph moved around his bound body to get to his wrist, barely holding back her laughter.

Stan's arms had been pulled out to his sides and bound by thick steel cuffs. Finding no way to release his left wrist, she moved around his head to try the right one. Stanley watched in shock and fascination as his semi-nude daughter moved past him, her fake cock bouncing lewdly with each step.

"I tried Daddy, it won't come off... and neither will these cuffs. Looks like you're stuck."

Stanley groaned in frustration at not being able to be freed. He looked up at his daughter, but instead of finding a consoling face he found that she was smiling slightly. Her eyes were roaming all over his exposed body, drinking in the perverse sight for all it was worth. Finally those brown eyes settled on his flaccid member, a small sigh leaving her lips.

Even in its miniature state her father's cock was long. Nearly six inches of soft penis rested on his groin. Stephanie could barely believe that she had taken that now sleeping monster so deeply into her throat. Not only taken it, but had enjoyed the sensation of being choked by its length.

"Steph... please don't look." His face burned in shame at allowing her to see him like this. Stanley was normally a very private individual.

"Sorry, Dad, it's just that... last time... you know, it was dark and all... and I couldn't see what it... you looked like," she spoke in a hushed tone. "I... I didn't realize... just how big you are."

Stanley closed his eyes and listened to her steadily increasing breathing beside him. Her words had excited him; his cock began to stir from its long slumber. He wished he were anywhere else but here, with anyone else but her.