Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

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President of The Institute of Apotheosis Research

“Wouldn't that be nice,” I muttered, staring at the obvious scam trying to bilk me out of my money. Mind control... The things I could do with my daughters. Enjoy them.

“Why are you standing before the door, Daddy?” Kitty asked, bounding up beside me.

“Just reading a text,” I said. “Looks like it's me and you tonight for dinner.” The twins had a youth group meeting. They were big into our local church.

“What about Crystal and Jessica? They're up in their rooms making too much noise.”

My cheeks warmed. “I think they're going to be busy for a while. They can get their own food. So, what would—”

The doorbell rang.

I blinked, staring at the door. Through the frosted windows, something moved. I heard a faint buzzing. My daughter gave me a curious look. Then she wrenched the door open, staring down at the brown box left on our doorstep, a white object zipping away.

A drone.

Like in the message.

Kitty bent over, her ass hugged by those pastel-blue short shorts. I groaned, seeing the cloth molding to her pussy. Did she skip her panties, too? My petite daughter didn't bend her knees to scoop up the package, but her waist, so limber she could fold her lithe body in half.

My dick throbbed as the text message's promise only inflamed my lust.

“It's for you, Daddy,” she said, straitening and handing me the package. “It's lighter than it looks.”
“Thanks,” I said, excited. “I need to take care of this, then we'll get something to eat.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She beamed at me. She had no idea the sort of monster her father was. I wanted to eat her, to devour the innocent cunny between her thighs and make her squeal.

I carried the package to my first floor office, closing the door behind me. With a folding knife, I cut open the package. I pulled out the instruction manual, printed in a dozen different languages. I opened it, reading through the technical specifications.

If this was a hoax, it was damned good.

The Halo, it turned out, was a nanite colony that promised to change my brainwaves and cause me to broadcast them and overwrite the patterns of others, thus gaining control of them. The purpose was to make me a god.

Why would anyone want to make me a god.

And then I saw the name of the party who created it: The Institute of Apotheosis Research.

Apotheosis... A Greek word that meant to become a god, to gain divinity.

The nanites had other effects, boosting my immune system, curing any genetic defects, giving me enhanced stamina, including sexual stamina. It sounded far too good to be true. I picked up the halo, the band smooth gold.

It didn't look like anything that could do what the instruction manual claimed.

So I hooked it up to my oscilloscope.

It put out no electrical signal. As far as I could tell, it was just a ring of gold. Delivered by drone. After receiving a strange text message. A Goggle search revealed the institute was real, a pioneer in internet technology. New Age rhetoric dotted the website, talking about making the world a better place, bringing enlightenment to mankind, yadda, yadda, yadda.

“This cannot be real,” I muttered to myself, sitting in my chair, twirling the ring around my finger in flashing circles.

My office door opened. Kitty popped in, beaming at me. “I'm hungry, Daddy and... Ooh, that's pretty.”

My daughter darted to me, pigtails flying. Her bare feet padded on the carpet then slapped the plastic mat my chair rested on so it could roll smoothly. She plucked the halo from off my finger, grinning at me, then slapped it on my head.

“There, Daddy, you're now a king and...” Her blue eyes widened. Her jaw dropped.

The halo burned around my head. I shuddered, the heat reaching into my mind. Tingles raced across my thoughts. I groaned, my vision fuzzing for a moment. My daughter backed away, her hands covering her mouth.

“I'm so sorry, Daddy!” she gasped. “I didn't think... Did I break it?”

“Break it?” I groaned, my heart hammering. What had it done to me. “Why do you think you broke it?”

My head tingled as I said those words.

“Because it dissolved,” my daughter said, blinking.

Dissolved? My hands shot to my head, feeling for the gold ring. Nothing. Nada. It had vanished. Because it was a colony of nanites. They activated and... And were in me. Changing me. Like the instruction manual said.

I thought I heard a whirring behind me, like something being drilled, as I stared at my daughter. Did it work? “Kitten, rub your head.”

Thoughts prickled. My daughter frowned, her hand shooting to her head and rubbing it in circles. Her eyes were wide, her body trembled. “I can't stop rubbing my head, Daddy.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

She did that, her eyes growing wider, her body shaking.

“You can stop doing both.” My dick swelled to its full hardness. I stared at her spaghetti-strapped tank top, her budding breasts outlined by the pink cloth. I swallowed. “Take off your top.”

Fuzzy needles prodded my brain.

“My top?” she gasped, her hands seizing the hem of her tank top, pulling it up her stomach. “I'm not wearing a bra, Daddy, I can't...”

Her words trailed off as she hauled her top over her head, exposing those budding breasts, barely more than bumps rising from her chest, her nipples small and pink. I groaned at the sight of them. My dick tried to rip through my pants.

“Daddy!” She clutched her top to her breasts, covering up. “Why did I do that? I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to.” Scarlet burned across her cheeks.

“It's okay, Kitten,” I told her, my thoughts fuzzing, pricking, aching. “Your daddy loves you and will never harm you. It's okay. Just obey. You're happy doing what I say. It makes you feel special. And not embarrassed or guilty or frightened.”

Relief burst across her face. She smiled at me. “I do like obeying you, Daddy. I'm a good girl.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, my lusts rising. This was happening. I'd finally molest my daughter. “Drop the tank top.”

She did, exposing those immature breasts again. My mouth salivated. She stood with a happy smile, hands on her hips, proud of her developing body now. Her pigtails swayed about her shoulders as she shifted on her feet.

“Now your shorts. Take those off,” I groaned, only a light prickling across my thoughts as my brainwaves rewrote hers.

“Of course, Daddy!” she said even as her hands moved. She shoved her pastel-blue hot pants down. She wore no panties beneath like I suspected. A faint wisp of blonde pubic hair adorned her pudenda. I licked my lips, seeing the tight slit of her pussy.

Virginal tight.

My cock ached so badly. I'd never been so hard in my life. I stared at her barely legal snatch. Eighteen-year-old virgin cunny. I didn't understand why the Institute sent me the Halo. I didn't care. I just wanted to enjoy the sweet creature before me.

“Come sit on Daddy's lap,” I groaned.

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