AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Watching My Daughter Get Gangbanged While Under Mind-Control

SUBTITLE: A NONCON, Mind Control, DAD/Daughter Erotica Short Story with voyeurism, gangbang and double penetration.

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WORD COUNT: 7000 words

Somnus Nox Series Mind-Control Erotica #5

Stepping into the blazing afternoon sun, I can’t help but jump, startled, when my daughter reaches for my elbow.

Freya, with her long, dark curls, looks up at me with a wide grin on her face. “I loved that. It was exactly what I needed.”

I can’t help but think she’s so right.

“I’ve told you,” I say, “we can do our spa days anytime.”

“And you know I would,” she insists, her fingers tightening on my arm. “It’s just hard to get the time off work, and then I have to travel from Maine. It’s annoying but always worth it for these monthly trips so I can feel like a new woman.”

She laughs, high and chiming, and I try to tear my focus away from that point of contact between us.

As we get into my car, I take note of how my body still feels limp after all the massaging and loosening of every tense knot the masseur worked out. And I had plenty. Perhaps the biggest knot of all, though, was one they couldn’t take away with hot oil and good hand work.

The guilt in my stomach stirs at how much I crave my daughter; even right now, with her glowing skin and shiny face, flushed from the hot towel treatment.

“So now I was seeing that guy, right? He just… ghosted. I don’t know what happened, but whatever.”

My hand clenched on the wheel before I even started the car. “The asshole?”

“You think they’re all assholes.”

“It sounds like I’m right, and I’m your father,” I tease. “That’s my job.”

She grins, leaning into me to put her head on my shoulder as she squeezes my bicep. Her hands linger. “That’s why I love you the most.”

I laugh, but it’s light and distant. I’m too distracted to notice as her nails lightly scrape over my arm muscle. I flex without quite meaning to, and her grip tightens.

“I feel so light,” she laughs, pulling away and buckling her seatbelt. “I love that feeling. It's so relaxing. Because, like, through the week, everything is just piled up, and it's heavy, you know? But here, I can relax, switch off, have some lovely people massage me. I feel floaty.”

She sighs, and it's a happy noise. As her father, I want to hear it a thousand times more. As a man who desires her, who often acts on those desires, I want to hear that bliss coming from sex. I can’t help thinking about how that floating feeling she says makes her all the more relaxed and lenient for the things I do to her.

“So,” she begins again, “are we going to go for frozen yogurt as usual?”

I tense, my foot slipping on the gas for a second. That’s our routine-she arrives at my place, I take her to the spa, we eat frozen yogurt, and then we head home. Except there are parts in there that Freya doesn’t know about. When we eat, I ask her to grab me a napkin, and while she’s away from the table, I slip the drugs into her dessert. By the time we’re finished, she’s already loose-limbed from the spa treatment and the drugs keep her under. All I then have to do is guide her back to the car.

Sometimes, I’m too eager to wait until we’re back at my house and eat her out in the backseat, watching how she splays bonelessly for me to devour her.

Sometimes I manage to wait but worry that the drugs in her system will wear off too quickly, and still take her with all the noise and intensity I crave.

But tonight…

It’s going to be different. No gambling on the force of the drugs. No backseat rushed fucking.

No, my Freya will be spoiled, splayed out for me like a goddamn buffet.

“Dad?” she prompts.

I clear my throat and go through the light when it's back on green. The car purrs softly beneath me. “I hate to break tradition, darlin’, but I don’t think I’m up for frozen yogurt today.”

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to cut back on sugar,” she teases. Once again, her hands wander, and instead of my arm, she pokes my thigh playfully. I clench the muscle, trying not to get aroused so quickly. God, she has me worked up easily. But I’d trained myself enough, especially for when she was extra excited and clingy, all outstretched limbs and hands that wandered a little more than innocently for my composure. “You’re, like, hench, Dad. When did you buff up?”

“Hench,” I mutter, laughing again. “I just like the gym, baby. You see when you invest in all these hotshot, big-and-upcoming companies, they want to give you the perks straight up. Sample to entice. Pretty often, a gym membership comes first. So, I figured I have enough free ones to last me a year. May as well make use of it.”

“Investing,” she says thoughtfully. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” I tell her, nearing tonight’s destination. I think of Tanner’s words from several days ago, enticing me to invest in Somnus Nox. And God, if I wasn’t going to ride this sample for all it was worth.

Picture this, Freya, mind-controlled, with all her holes filled, a dick in each hand, and more waiting.

I glance at her now, smiling.

“Yeah, I love my job. How about you? Work going good?”

“There’s this new project I’ve been working on,” she begins to gush. “It’s amazing, Dad, you should see what I’m doing over there. I’m managing the files, the transactions, everything and…”

She speaks on and on, and I lose myself to the sound of her pretty voice, thinking of how endless her moans would spill tonight. Freya-my gorgeous brunette, a doe-eyed woman whose prettiness had long been the subject of my desires and attention.

My mind wanders. My plan is already set for tonight, and there’s no turning back.

I glance at her quickly, flashing a smile. “That all sounds great, darlin’.”

“I knew you’d be happy for me.” She giggles, wiggling her shoulders in a happy dance, but I can only notice how her tits bounce with the movement. Her mother had tiny things-barely worth cupping. My daughter, however…

Freya turns to look at where I pull into the VIP parking space already prepared for me. She frowns. “Where are we? I thought we were headed straight to yours.”

“This is where one of my clients is based. I just have to go grab a contract from them. I’ll only be a minute.”

She peers at the building, which, from the back, looks nondescript.

There’s no telling that it’s Corruption, one of New York’s private sex clubs.

And that, already, it’s filled with men waiting for their first glimpse of the main attraction.

“You make me proud, you know?” I tell her, pausing halfway out of the car. My arms brace either side of me, and her eyes flick over the stance.

“I do?” she asks hopefully.

“You really do.” I reach out to brush my thumb over her cheek. “You’re my best girl.”

That breaks the soft moment as Freya giggles. “I’m your only girl.”

“Damn right, baby.”

With that, I close the door and push off from the car. I smile at Freya as I pass her side, but she’s already looking down at her phone. She doesn’t notice that I don’t enter the building, but stand off to one side instead. I pull out my own phone, bringing up the Somnus Nox app Tanner had sent me a beta link for. I scroll through the options of mind control-wakefulness, slumber, and various others that haven’t been put into action yet-and press wakefulness. I want my girl looking right at me when tonight unfolds.

I’m still navigating through the process, and I remember Tanner’s warning that the earbuds must be worn. Freya needs the sound waves to remain under. In a club, with all the action I have planned for her, I’ll have to monitor that.

I’ll have three hours-three hours of divulging my wildest fantasies on my daughter.

For now, I double-check my Bluetooth connection to my car speakers and begin the soundwaves. I take out a case of earbuds and put them on, then make sure I have the other pair in my pocket, along with the watch Tanner told me to put on Freya as soon as she’s under control.

As I head back to the car a few minutes later, I notice Freya sitting straight up, but she looks zoned out. Has it worked that quickly?

I brace myself in the doorway on her side of the car.

“Are you Freya Haven?” I ask.

“Yes,” she answers, and it’s not quite the natural lilt of her pretty voice but it’s close-a more submissive version, a voice forced to answer.

I think of Tanner’s words from our conversation the other day. The tech is getting better. Alex is tweaking and tweaking because we’re trying to tap into the girls’ central nervous system. They feel things, Brett. They’re feeling some of what we do to them without knowing it’s us. It’s just pleasure to them, like a damn wet dream they respond to. Isn’t that fucking amazing?

“You have a big night ahead,” I tell her, laughing under my breath. “Nervous, baby?”

She shakes her head. “I only want to make my dad happy.”

“And you will,” I promise her. “Are you going to be good for me and do as I tell you?”

She nods at that, a small smile on her lips.

“I want to see you whore yourself out tonight,” I tell her as I press the earbuds into her ears after connecting them to my phone, so the car and her earbuds play the same thing. I speak as I fasten the watch on her wrist. “That’s what you’ll do for me. Yes?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and her cheeks flush, as if she wants it.

“Good. Wait for me in the backseat.” As she follows my order, I remove my own earbuds and tuck them away. Then I head to the trunk of my car and grab a store bag before I climb into the backseat alongside her.

“I’m going to take these off, okay?” I ask her, already slipping off the green-colored lounge suit she’d worn to the gym. She’s wearing no bra beneath the sweater, and I can’t help but ghost over her tits, full and heavy and goddamn waiting to be fondled. I lick over her nipple, moaning into her, before reaching for the bag.

The lingerie I’ve prepared for her is a flattering forest-green piece that criss-crossed over her clavicle like a harness before lacy cups nestle her breasts. The straps are thin, flimsy things. I half want this lingerie torn off her by the end of the night.

I tug her pants and underwear off her in one go, bearing her pussy for me. I can’t help myself spreading her thighs, letting them fall open. Freya shivers at the cool air. I thumb over her clit, drawing it down to her folds. She’s not wet, not yet, but I know from experience that she will be soon.

“Do you like these, baby?” I ask as I hold up the matching green thong, the garment hanging off my index finger as I continue to swirl my thumb over her entrance.

“Yes, Dad,” she says, smiling prettily.

“Only ‘Dad’, huh?” I tease. “Tonight, baby, I’m your master. You obey my commands, and you perform for me.”

“Yes, master,” she breathes, and I’m already getting hard. “I want this, master.”

I tuck the thong onto her. It frames her hips perfectly. Without denying myself, I press a kiss to the triangle of green mesh, right over her clit. She gives a sharp gasp in response, and I smirk.

Pulling away, I get out of the backseat and crouch down in the doorway, pulling a pair of heels out of the bag. They’re velvet, with a chunky sole, tall heel, and strap over her feet, framing her perfectly. I brush her ankle as I finish, kissing the inside of her knee. The last thing I take out is a mask. It’s a pretty deer-shaped one, one that won’t make her look garish but like she’s a princess out of some fairytale-my pretty fawn.

“Come with me,” I tell her, holding out my hand. Following my command, she takes it, and I lead her towards the club.

***

As soon as we enter the dark club, all eyes are on Freya.

A burst of ego shoots through me at the way the men gathered to look at her, then at me, and their eyes go wide.

When you’re the fucking top dog, you get respect. You get envy. You get men insane with jealousy-so much so they’ll be frothing to get a bite of Freya within moments.