AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Celebrating Somnus Nox's Success With Jordan, Kyle and Our Mind-Controlled Daughters #9

SUBTITLE: A NONCON, Mind Control, DAD/Daughter Erotica Short Story with breeding, FF, toys, double penetration, orgy.

Copyright © 2025 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 7600 words

Somnus Nox Series Mind-Control Erotica #9

“This contract outlines the partnership between Oliver Molloy, and Alex Trellan, business partner of Jordan Greene, regarding the app, Somnus Nox. Mr. Molloy, if you could sign here, and Mr. Trellan, if I could get your signature on these ones.”

I look over, nodding, as I’m handed a thick stack of legal jargon-pages and pages of it. Due to the sensitive nature of my app, Oliver and I will be in a dozen binds, ensuring our secrets are kept safe. I share a look with Oliver as I sign my first page.

The first of about thirty.

“How’d you find your test of the app?” I smirk, glancing at Oliver’s lawyer.

“Amazing,” he answers. “I’ve used it more than once already. It’s a damn magical thing you’ve created here, Alex.”

“When it worked, I was amazed myself. There had to be something like it on the market, right? Some dark desires have to come into the light at some point, and I figured, why not find a way to make that happen?”

I don’t know the extent that his lawyer knows, but mine certainly doesn’t know I’ve tried it on my own daughter. Until another man trusts me in using Somnus Nox for reasons similar to those I’ve used it for, my lips are sealed.

“Exactly,” Oliver answers, chuckling. In silence, we continue signing until everything’s completed. Phrasing on one page of the contract catches my eye. Should any man be found to use the app for home use, he will keep such information to himself to ensure the safety of Somnus Nox and its wider audience.

I see what he’s done. It’s not a we-all-go-down-together situation but an every man for himself. That's good. I prefer it that way. I don’t trust men I don’t know to keep our secret, even if I trust in their desire for the app.

Once the pages are signed, Oliver extends his hand to me. “It's good to do business with you, Alex. I look forward to seeing what we can create in the future.”

There’s a dark twist to his eyes, one I recognize well, and I think of his wife, Tati. I wonder how often we’ll see her in movies to come that his studio will create.

“Regarding the production of the first movie, we’ve already agreed you’ll be there. We’ll need some finetuning, and I need to ensure that I know the ropes with and without you there.” I nod, as he continues. “We’ve been auditioning some new actors from all over. Only last week, I had a promising actress audition for me. Her name is Sasha, and she could very well be the one. She has very supportive parents. Her father was a male escort, and her mother was a businesswoman who became involved in the industry through him, so they’re not at all judging. I’ve invited them over for dinner to test out Sasha’s… talents.” He smirks a little. “I believe the father will have similar predilections to us.”

“Do you intend to use the app on them immediately over dinner?”

Oliver chuckles under his breath. “Who knows? But I’ve learned that those dynamics possess a beautiful opportunity for filming.”

That tells me all I need to know about how Oliver used the app. I know he has a daughter, and with his pornstar wife, who can blame him for indulging?

“Sounds promising,” I say, standing up. “If we’re all done here, I have a business partner to meet with, and I’ll fill him in on everything we’ve discussed today. I’m sure he’ll have his contract signed by the end of tomorrow.”

“Wonderful.” Oliver stands up, too, and shakes my hand again. “Let this be the start of a very promising venture.”

***

I’m driving home, wondering what sort of surprise Jordan has waiting for me. I didn’t want to reveal too much to Oliver, but Jordan had asked if he could enter my house while I was away.

We were practically brothers. I trusted him implicitly and assured him that he had free reign to do whatever he wanted to do. But now, as I drive home, I’m smirking, wondering what my business partner has been doing that had him bypassing our meeting. I text him using voice-to-text and turn up the volume on my music.

Ever since Nina started ballet, I’ve found a penchant for classical music. Like the whole, sit with wine and listen to Bach shit. Mostly because it lets me relive her performances in my head, over and over. Her concerts are always insanely high-class, with wine and appetizers served at every grand theatre across the cities she performs, and that lifestyle had seeped into me.

I’ve gone from being a teenager growing up in a trailer park, wishing I had everything I ever wanted, to being the father who can provide for his daughter in more ways than one. Next month, I’m flying us both out to Russia for Nina’s performance in Swan Lake. Thanks to Somnus Nox, I have everything I’ve ever wanted.

I first thought of the idea when Nina was passed out-and god I dealt with so much guilt back then. She’d been on some crash diet for her Juilliard audition, wanting to be in the best possible shape, and I’d caught her in her room, out cold on the floor. As she had lain there, I couldn’t stop looking at her, noticing things about her I never had before. The bow of her thighs, the staircase of her ribs, her tits, tiny, and her nipples pebbled against her thin sports bra. Over that week, I kept coming back to one thought: what if there was a way to have her, to make sure she remained delirious? What if there was a way to hack into hypnosis methods but make it technological to force her into a deep state of unconsciousness?

Somnus Nox has gone through all kinds of development stages. At the start, I’d only gotten fifteen minutes of mind control, barely long enough to jack off, looking at her, not even daring to touch Nina due to not knowing enough about what I’d created. Now, through other men trying to expand our test subjects and scenarios, mind control time has increased to almost eight hours of fun. It’s fucking amazing what I’ve accomplished.

As I pull into a drive-thru on the way home to grab something to eat for Jordan and me, I think about how, back then, I’d only been able to have Nina in a slumbered state. Like the effects’ time, the app has three phases. The science behind it all hasn’t been easy, but the payoff is so worth it. Now the app has three main functions: “asleep”, “in limbo”, and “wakefulness”. Each one gives the user something different to enjoy their chosen subject.

I recall an argument I’d had with Nina not too long ago-she yelled at me for missing a performance, which I’ve never done before, only because I’d stayed up late to analyze a bunch of new data for my “in-limbo” function.

You’re always in your office, working on that stupid app! I’d gotten in her face as aggressively as she’d gotten into mine.

That ‘stupid app’, Nina, is paying for your career and performance. Your tuition. Your fancy ass fuckin’ designer clothes.

She has no idea she’s my original test subject.

Later that night, I showed her exactly what that stupid app can do, emptying myself in both her holes for over five hours.

Since its creation, Somnus Nox has amassed more than two hundred tests that have come back successful. I’ve had consenting pornstars use it to safety net the failed tests, and I’ve had non-consenting adults gone under the control, with a plan in place for those who were sending them under. I’ve raised stakes, requirements, specifications-every angle of Somnus Nox has been tested, and sometimes I still can’t believe that it all came from my daughter’s damn blood sugar dropping allowing me to desire her without shame or worry.

I met Jord through an admittedly shady, back-corridor website, advertising a need for a partner in a software that will make all your dark dreams come true. He’d been the first one to answer me; we’d shared information, only to realize we lived half a mile away from one another. The moment I met him, I knew we were in this together. A deep, dark tunnel. A brotherhood of perverse needs. I made that all happen for him.

And I’ll make it happen for the whole damn world with Oliver Molloy’s help.

This deal is my sweet one-way ticket to domination and giving everybody the gift that we’ve had. Laughing to myself, I still can’t believe I’ve done this. Jordan once toasted me when we started our business, calling me a god in our own right. And he’s not wrong. Soon, everyone will be using Somnus Nox, and the fact that a billionaire wanted my product for mass use…

I shake my head as I pull into my drive.

My life is fucking amazing.

As soon as I let myself into my house, I can hear it-the mingle of moans, all different in pitch, but I recognize my girl’s sounds anywhere. They’re the sweetest things I’ve ever heard, and I follow the sound to my living room, where I’m greeted with an absolute delight of a sight.

Nina is on her knees, fully naked. God, it’s been ages since I’ve had the time to fully enjoy her utterly naked without rushing myself, but there she is all small, perky tits and sharp hipbones. Her eyes are half closed, heavy, as she rides a dildo as if her life depends on it. Her hands gather in front of her, as if she’s holding the reins of a horse. I’m immediately hard, watching her, knowing how it feels to be that dildo.

To the right is Jordan’s daughter, Layla, a gorgeous girl-an academic sort, her glasses slipping down her nose-is doing the same. Her hips can't over the clear dildo that’s suctioned into the floor. Pretty moans punch out of her, and my eyes go to Jordan, who’s watching his daughter intently, smirking.

“What the fuck is this?” I laugh, moving closer to Jordan, who’s sat with his brother, Kyle. I’ve only met him a handful of times at parties when we celebrated Somnus Nox passing different stages of experimentation.

“A competition.” Kyle flashes me a smile, but his eyes don’t tear off the other two girls alongside Layla and Nina-Lani and Mauve, his very opposite twin daughters. He’s hard, the fasteners of his jeans already undone, and he’s mindlessly palming himself.

Jordan hands me a beer, and I take a seat, my eyes narrowing on Nina. Her moans stand out to me, even against the tones of the other three girls. She’s all I have eyes for, even if I can appreciate the attractiveness of the others. I notice how they all wear earbuds and watches and how Kyle and Jordan each have a phone out. I wonder who controls Nina’s. Either way, I’ll be taking control immediately.

“We’ve challenged each of them to be the first to come,” Jordan elaborates. I curse under my breath, take a deep swig of my beer, and settle in before Jordan connects his phone to mine so Nina’s control isn’t broken and I can take over.

“Jord here has finally gotten over his guilt for fucking his daughter,” Kyle snorts. “We’re celebrating. We got them to ride as if in a horse race. Creative, huh?”

“Nina did want a pony last Christmas,” I joke, my eyes roving over her body. The brothers burst into laughter, Kyle throwing his head back animatedly.

“Are we placin’ bets on these jockeys, then?” Jordan laughs, his voice rough with arousal. He can barely tear his gaze from his daughter. Neither of us can, sweeping attention over the lineup of girls. I notice how each one has a different-colored dildo, and none have towels beneath them. Good. I don’t want a drop of our precious girls’ orgasms to go to waste. It's going to be a messy, long night.

Palming over the bulge forming in my pants, the good ones that Nina helped me pick out a while back when Somnus Nox took off-something she didn’t know the specifics of-I don’t take my eyes off the way Nina rides the toy. Her eyes are rolling, her breathy moans singing from her throat as she’s forced to keep going, keep going, keep going, no matter how much her muscles ache… no matter how much she craves more. She’ll come from this alone through the command.

I smirk, swigging my beer.

“Come on, Layla, baby,” Jordan cheers, spreading his legs. “If you come, you get Daddy’s cock.”

Kyle sniggers. “You think she’ll win? I’ve got two girls in the running. You want to see the libido on Mauve, it’s fucking unreal. And Lani? Goddamn, that girl can ride a cock like nobody’s business-”

He’s cut off by a high, long cry, and the two other men look over to Nina, but my eyes are already fixed on the way her body tightens, her hips seeking that last push of her orgasm, as she comes messily all over the dildo. She still rides it, though, under the command, and the brief space between her ass slamming back down to the base only makes her squirt spray messily as she keeps on coming.

“When do we stop her?” I ask, my eyes pinned to between her legs. If neither of them stops her soon, I’ll be between those tiny thighs, slurping up every fuckin’ ounce of come she gives me.

“It's only fair to let the other girls finish, don’t you think? Respectful. Why let Nina recover for her next round when the other girls won’t?” Kyle sips his beer, his gaze dirty and flicking between his moaning daughters. God, like this, with all four of them filling the room with their cries of pleasure, it's hard to think straight.

“Let them all be boneless and limp, falling all over our cocks,” Jordan laughs darkly. He stands up, walks over to Layla, and leans over her, fisting his hand in her dark curls. In her state, she won’t even notice when he presses her face into the front of his jeans with a growl, rubbing her mouth all over his own bulge. He laughs, pulling away before drinking his beer while standing over her, and pushes her face into his crotch again.

Muffled against the denim, Layla’s shriek is muffled as she comes second.

“Goddamn, Alex, we have gold literally in our hands,” Jordan cries, and I can see how much more comfortable he is with loving Layla, with wanting her so perversely. “She knows she loves sucking cock, see how it made her come?”

Underneath him, his daughter quivers, her body shaking like a leaf as she keeps on riding, as is Nina, who’s whimpering in overstimulation.

“My brother, the overachiever once again,” Kyle mutters. “So what, my girls didn’t win. I’m still enjoying the show. They win in my bedroom-and each other’s-any night I want.” He strides over to Lani, the girl with the shaved wolfcut and piercings that catch the light. Alongside her bubblegum pink sister in the pretty makeup, Mauve, and the dainty ballerina, my Nina, and the usually-preppy in a sexy nerd way Layla, Lani almost looks like the controller of the girls-if they had one. A leader among the group, even if they were all just our own personal actresses. Kyle leans all up in her face and licks up the tears that have streaked underneath her eyes, smudging perfected eyeliner.