Trevor Drevino stood at the edge of the city's most exclusive golf course, a solitary figure in his tailored suit. His eyes scanned the horizon, where the sky met the sea in a blend of blues that seemed almost too perfect. He had everything a man could wish for: wealth, power, and a stunning view from his penthouse. But there was something missing, a void that no amount of money could fill. His thoughts drifted to the portrait of his late wife, hanging prominently in his office, her eyes seemingly following him wherever he went.

His daughter, Rachel, bore an uncanny resemblance to her mother. Rachel's features were a carbon copy of the woman he had once loved, her innocence and beauty a painful reminder of what he had lost. The room was heavy with anticipation as Trevor contemplated the ancient artifact in his hand. It was said to possess the power of mind control, an object of dark legend that had cost him a fortune to acquire.

He knew that his desires were unorthodox, but in the quiet solitude of his penthouse, he rationalized his intentions. He needed an heir, a continuation of his legacy, and Rachel was the perfect vessel. The artifact's cold metal surface reflected the room's soft light, hinting at the power it contained. With trembling hands, he activated the device, feeling a sudden surge of energy flow through him. Rachel, who had been quietly reading in the corner, looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

"Come here, Rachel," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. Rachel, feeling the strange pull of the artifact, obeyed without question, setting her book aside. As she approached, he could see the trust in her eyes, the same trust that had been there since she was a child. Trevor felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the primal need to recreate the love he had lost.

Her body was a masterpiece, the culmination of generations of Drevino beauty. Her mother's high cheekbones, the curve of her hips, the way her breasts swelled under her shirt – it was all too tempting. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander, taking in every detail of her young, supple form. Rachel, under his gaze, felt a warmth spread through her, a confusing blend of excitement and fear.

He stepped closer, the artifact's power thick in the air. Rachel's eyes glazed over as she looked into her father's eyes, the only anchor in a world suddenly spinning out of control. The words he spoke were foreign yet familiar, a command that resonated deep within her. "You will submit to me, Rachel," he said, his voice a gentle murmur that seemed to echo in her very soul.

Her knees buckled, and she found herself kneeling before him, the plush carpet cool against her skin. His hand cupped the back of her head, guiding her closer to his growing erection. The smell of his cologne, once comforting, now made her stomach flutter in a way that was far from comforting. Rachel's mind reeled, trying to understand the sudden shift in her reality. The only thing that made sense was the desire to please him.

"How may I please you Daddy?"

His cock was rock hard, the tip glistening with anticipation. Rachel stared up at it with a mix of awe and apprehension, the reality of her situation slowly sinking in. Yet, the artifact's control was absolute, and she found herself drawn to it, as if magnetized by its raw power. She reached out tentatively, her soft fingers brushing against the velvety skin, and her father's cock twitched in response.

"Look at me, Rachel," he said, his voice a blend of authority and lust. Rachel's eyes met his, the haze of the artifact's control thick in the air. "Tell me, baby girl, have you ever had a cock in your mouth?"

Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, she shook her head, her voice a barely audible murmur. "No, Daddy. I haven't."

Trevor felt a thrill of excitement at her innocence. "Well, tonight you will," he said, his voice thick with desire. Rachel's eyes grew wide, but she didn't resist as he guided her closer. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the salty pre-cum from the tip of his cock. It was a clumsy, innocent gesture that made him groan with pleasure. He began to instruct her, his voice a gentle coaxing that seemed to bypass her mind and go straight to her body.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand stroking her hair. "Now, take it in your mouth." Rachel did as she was told, her lips parting to enclose the head of his shaft. He could feel the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her tongue, and the way she tentatively explored him. "Suck it, baby," he urged, his voice low and encouraging. Rachel took another breath and did as she was told, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in deeper.

Trevor's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping him. He guided her movements with his hand, showing her the rhythm he liked. Rachel, under the artifact's influence, was eager to learn, her mind focused solely on bringing him pleasure. The sounds of her sucking filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate in every corner. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, teasing and exploring as she took more and more of him in.

"Deeper," he urged, his voice strained. Rachel obeyed, her throat opening to accommodate his thickness. Her eyes watered as she took him to the base, gagging slightly, but the control was too strong to let her pull away. He watched her with a mix of pride and arousal, his cock swelling even more in her mouth. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his hand tightening in her hair. "You're doing so well."

With each stroke of her tongue, Rachel felt a strange sense of accomplishment, as if she had unlocked some hidden part of herself. Trevor's hips began to rock in time with her movements, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. Rachel's eyes remained locked on his, the fear and confusion now replaced with a strange kind of acceptance.

"Use your hands," he instructed, his voice a gruff whisper. Rachel's small, delicate hands wrapped around the base of his cock, her thumb caressing the sensitive area beneath. Her grip was tight but gentle, the perfect balance of pressure and release that sent bolts of pleasure through him. She moved her head in sync with her hand, creating a rhythm that had Trevor's knees buckling.

He watched her, his breathing labored, as she worked him over with an enthusiasm that seemed almost innocent. "Faster," he urged, his voice strained. Rachel picked up the pace, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. She was eager to please, her mind a whirlwind of sensation and newfound desire. Trevor's hand slid down her cheek, his thumb brushing against her plump bottom lip, which was stretched around his cock.

"Now, baby," he said, his voice tight with pleasure, "use your teeth. Gently." Rachel did as she was told, gently raking her teeth along the underside of his shaft. The sensation was exquisite, a fine line between pain and pleasure that had him grunting and pumping into her mouth with greater urgency. She took it all, her eyes never leaving his, her mind a blank canvas for his desires.

Trevor's thoughts grew darker, his imagination running wild with all the things he'd like to see her do. He envisioned Rachel spread out on the floor, her wrists and ankles bound with silk scarves, her body writhing in ecstasy as he took her from every angle. He wanted to see her face contorted with pleasure, to hear her beg for more as he claimed her over and over again. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer.

With a final groan, he pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. Rachel looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning. "Daddy?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. Trevor took a deep breath, his eyes dark with lust. "Stand up," he ordered, and Rachel did so without hesitation. He stepped closer to her, his hand tracing the line of her jaw before dropping to her neck, his grip firm but not painful. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

Her eyes searched his, looking for the love she had always known, but finding something new, something darker. Yet, she nodded, unable to resist the compulsion to please him. The thought of being his slut, his toy, sent a shiver of arousal through her. It was wrong, she knew, but the artifact had twisted her mind, making her crave his touch, his dominance.

He imagined her dressed in the skimpiest of lingerie, dancing for him, her body moving to the beat of his desire. The way she'd look at him, begging with her eyes for his cock, begging to be used. Trevor's hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her hip, and then up her thigh, under her short skirt, his fingers grazing the edge of her panties. Rachel shivered, her body responding to his touch even as her mind rebelled at the thought.

"Go to your room," he said, his voice a command she couldn't resist. "Take off your clothes and wait for me on the bed." Rachel nodded, her legs feeling like jelly as she turned and walked away, the artifact's control guiding her every step. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she obeyed, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.

In his own room, Trevor took a moment to compose himself. The power of the artifact was heady, making his blood pound in his ears. He opened a drawer in his nightstand, revealing a collection of items that would have shocked Rachel if she had seen them. Among them, a sleek black butt plug with a shiny jewel on the end, its purpose clear even to her innocent eyes. He picked it up, feeling the coolness of the material against his palm. Alongside it were a few different sizes of dildos, each one more intimidating than the last.

The sight of them made his cock throb with excitement. He knew Rachel was a virgin, and the thought of popping her cherry made him feel like the most powerful man in the world. He selected the smallest dildo, knowing that he would need to prepare her for his own substantial girth. He grabbed a small bottle of lube, a fresh towel and for extra fun, the butt plug. He took a deep breath and made his way to her bedroom, the anticipation building with every step.

When he entered, Rachel was exactly as he had instructed, lying naked on her bed, her legs spread wide in an inviting V. Her skin was pale in the moonlight, her pussy already glistening with arousal.

"Good girl," he murmured, "all spread out and waiting for Daddy." His voice thick with lust. Rachel shivered at the sound, her body responding to the dark need in his tone. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy. She had no choice but to lay there, waiting for his next command.

He stepped closer to the bed, setting the items down on the nightstand within her line of sight. Rachel's gaze fixated on the dildo, the towel, and the butt plug, each item a symbol of the depraved acts she knew were about to unfold. "Take the towel," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. Rachel's hand trembled as she reached out to grab it. "Spread it out underneath you."

The towel's softness was a stark contrast to the coldness of the silk sheets beneath her. Trevor watched her every move with a predatory gaze, his eyes drinking in the sight of her young, unblemished body.