Incest/Taboo A Gift From His Father

April sighed and cuddled her mother's head against her ample bosom just as Elizabeth approached and sandwiched the young woman between the two of them. She ran a hand down between April's round ass cheeks to find her pussy moist, warm, and inviting, causing her to moan in approval.

The three women slowly sank to the floor and as Candace crawled between her daughter's legs, Elizabeth squatted above April's yearning mouth. The young woman wasted no time and began to show the skills she'd learned in her short time as a lesbian.

April was quickly turning Elizabeth on, her skills were impressive and if John hadn't simply wanted her to babysit the young woman, she would have been tempted to take her under her wing. Then Elizabeth realized that this wasn't the real April Martin; she had been changed into this dike lesbian without her consent and the old April was still trapped in there, probably going out of her mind with horror at what she was doing. "But damn," she thought to herself, "she learned well how to satisfy a woman. I am not going to last long if she keeps this up."

Candace had her tongue deep in her daughter's pussy, and was using her fingers on her clit. She knew that she wouldn't be able to resist much longer; she could feel her involuntary spasms beginning. Although she'd pleasured her daughter before, something that had been erased from April's memory, it wasn't anything like this. Her daughter believed she was a lesbian and was so licentious. "And, damn," she thought to herself as April's juices began to pour into her mother's mouth, "she tastes so good."

April was close, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to hold off. Of course, she knew the longer you fought it the better the climax, and she was beginning to taste that bitch Elizabeth's juices. "I knew that black bitch would taste good," she thought. "And, what the fuck is Candace doing to me? I'm gonna cum soon," April thought to herself. Then she heard a reply in her mind. "See, you love pussy April. You are a lesbian; don't let them tell you anything different. You've always been a lesbian and you love pussy." It was like another April talking to her, and with that last thought echoing in her mind, April yelled out and came hard on her mother's waiting mouth.

"Aaahhh!" She pulled off Elizabeth and yelled again, "Fuck Candace, eat my pussy, bitch. Aaahhh!"

Then she saw Elizabeth's glistening brown pussy, it was waiting for her return and she didn't disappoint. She all but jumped back, flicking her tongue over the engorged clit and sucking it into her mouth as her climax continued.

Elizabeth struggled to pull Candace's neglected pussy to her to mouth, to complete their daisy chain, but April had Elizabeth so worked up she was losing her resolve, Candace would have to wait. Elizabeth came. She came hard, and was seeing stars. She rarely came this fully; it was so all-encompassing. But she was determined to reach Candace's pussy and when she did she enthusiastically began, quickly getting Candace's attention.

John was getting used to Rocky's over zealous stories about how things were when he had substantial influence over national events as one of the wealthiest men in the United States if not the world. Being the founder of Standard Oil, now Exxon/Mobil definitely had its advantages. However, what held John's interest was when he considered the amount of philanthropy Rocky contributed to the city of New York and the country, yet here he was imprisoned. It made him think that no matter what he did, like JD Rockefeller and the other former masters; he too would find himself imprisoned in the Ring of Power. And if that were true then what hope did John have of escaping this fate?

But if he'd learned anything from his mother at all, it was not to despair. No one's life is predestined; life is what you make it. He had been given a tremendous gift; the rules were clear. He would enjoy it, and at the same time help others to enjoy their lives as well. If he was to be condemned by that, then so be it.

These revelations lifted his spirits and his thoughts turned to his latest project. It was to be a state of the art skateboard & gamers recreation pavilion, set to break ground in two weeks. The skateboard park alone would be revolutionary, taking the sport to the next level with viewing stands and more ramps, tunnels and rails than any other park in the country. The gamers' pavilion however would get national exposure. It would be a place for gamers of all ages to play games on huge screens like they do in national competitions. They would be in comfortable recliners he'd commissioned the La-Z-Boy company to create. It will be awesome. And although people will be able to buy seats and reserve time, the primary means of currency will be community service hours.

Reflecting on this project and the others still not fully conceived made John smile and his problems seemed more manageable. But it also made him realize how important April was to his plans. He needed to stay out of the spotlight; she would be the face of his corporation. The exposure would help her to grow and broaden her opportunities.

He was approaching the point on the 101 where he had to decide between going to see April and reversing the horrible changes that were done to her, or going to his stepmother's home and protecting them from his father, who sooner or later would pay them a visit and attempt to take over one of his children's minds.

He looked over at the sleeping woman in the passenger seat; he'd have to deal with her too, the once powerful mistress of the Ring of Vengeance. He drove past the exit to the Martin's home. If his father were to take control of one of his sisters his problems would be magnified. Despite the pain in his heart, he knew that he had made the right choice. April would have to wait a little longer.

It was early and even with little sleep Dinah Cohen found herself in her office; it wasn't as if she had a choice. She shut the door and went about collecting all the materials she'd promised her new master. She'd leave the drug in the safe until the last moment; she couldn't afford to mess this up. The image of what she could be transformed into would haunt her for a very long time. She shuddered as the unforgettable image flashed again in her mind. She saw herself pinned naked to the wall of her home looking like a malnourished witch. She squeezed her eyes closed and willed the image away. Yes, she would do everything her master demanded of her and more.

She worked quietly on the cases she'd been assigned and was making great progress when she noticed others arriving as the lights in the firm began to illuminate the empty office spaces of the large law firm. She put her head down, went back to work and didn't notice when the managing partner tapped on her closed glass door. He was surprised to see her in so early. "Perhaps she's in a good mood," he thought, "and won't make a fuss over his request; after all it wasn't like it was going to cost her anything, really." He took a deep breath and walked into her office.

"Good morning, Dinah. You're in early. Not trouble, I hope," he said knowing full well it wasn't, but still wondering why she was here so early.

"Good morning, Bob," she said not looking up, hoping he'd move along quickly and not ask anything of her. She remembered that she couldn't say no to any request made of her. She'd have to be careful, not certain how this would all play out. She was an attorney, a damn good one. She may not be able to say no, but she should be able to draw it out and sidestep an answer, she thought.

Choosing her words carefully, she said, "I didn't think I would see you here this early, either."

"Hmm..." he thought to himself, "she's not going to make this easy. I might as well ask and get it over with."

"Well, as you know one of the senior partners is looking to eliminate his commute to the main office and is looking to move in here. And since he would be the most senior partner he is asking for your office. You understand, it being a corner with the great view and all.

"Okay," Dinah said, as if he were asking for her to pass the ketchup. She was stunned, but didn't let her face reveal it. At least she still had control over that.

"We'd of course compensate you. The firm would let you choose any other office you'd like and pick up the moving and decorating expenses." Bob continued to talk, not processing that he'd already gotten an approval until he replayed the scene in his mind. "Did you say okay?" He didn't believe he'd heard correctly.

"Yes, I did. When did you want to make the switch?" Dinah cringed inwardly. She had no control over her responses.

"Immediately, if it's okay with you?"

"Sure. I can work from home in the meantime. You can choose my new office. I am sure whatever you pick will be fine."

Bob couldn't believe his luck. He was expecting a fight and here Dinah was giving in without a struggle. Maybe he could get her to take on the McFadden case, too. It couldn't hurt to ask.

"That's great Dinah. I really appreciate you being such a team player. I was hoping I could ask one more favor. The McFadden case could really use someone with your experience leading the team of second year associates. I would be in your debt."

"Sure, Bob. I can make the time. Have the files brought to my secretary, she'll arrange my schedule." Inside her mind she was screaming. She hated working with the new, dumb associates. She needed to get him to leave before he had her holding mock court and wet nursing the bunch of novices.

"If there is nothing more, I am on a deadline, Bob."

He was beaming. "Of course," he said. "Thanks for being so helpful." He turned and walked out of the large office, overjoyed at his success.

Dinah looked up and admired his ass as he left her office and closed the door, leaving it as he'd found it. She found herself imagining his pants around his ankles and his cock in her mouth. The thought seemed to come out of nowhere, and then she remembered that she was no longer a lesbian, as her master had commanded. And the thought of sucking Bob's cock was making her wet. She loved cocks, why had it been so long since she'd had one. She began to think about the cocks she had had over the years when her phone rang and she realized it was her master.

"Yes Master," she answered. "How can I be of service?"

John sighed inwardly. "What time were you in the office this morning?" He already knew the answer, but needed time to slip into the role of the "angry and demanding master."

"As you asked, Master, 6AM," Dinah cheerfully replied.

"Good," he said and Dinah actually had to stifle her relief. "Have you collected all the materials we discussed?"

"Oh yes, Master, I have."

John ignored her enthusiasm and told her to meet him at "A Cup of Joe" at 2:30 with the materials and hung up.

She was excited that she'd be meeting her master today and the disappointment of losing her large corner office faded into the background.

It was still early when John arrived at the Smith mansion. The manicured lawns and the red roofed Spanish style buildings reminded him more of the La Costa Resort in San Diego than a private mansion, of course that was what had inspired his father to build it in the first place. The estate didn't have enough land to build a golf course, but he did build one hole, and of course, a single tennis court and pool made it hard to miss the comparison to the San Diego resort.

John entered the house and almost immediately was greeted by his step-mother and occasional lover, Jacqueline Winchester Smith. It was hard to believe that she was a direct descendent of "the Winchester family", the ones who created the famous rifle, commonly known as the "Gun That Won the West." It was there that most of their wealth had come from.

"John, how good to see you," Jacqueline said as she descended the final few steps of the fabulous staircase that led up to the second and third floors of the main house. "What brings you here at this hour?"

"Good morning Jackie," he said as she slipped easily into his arms and took a deep breath of his manly scent before kissing him passionately. John was the only one she allowed to call her Jackie, a name she despised for its bastardization. But she could deny John nothing. For his part, John had forgotten how much he enjoyed her company. She was wealthy and stuck up, but she was passionate when she let her guard down. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and said, "hmm...if it weren't an emergency I could use a little more of that. Are the girls still here?"

"What emergency? I don't think they have left yet. Heather is the early riser and she just finished her swim. I doubt she's left yet, particularly since she knew you were coming by," she said as she pulled away from him and looked deeply into his eyes. Eyes she could get lost in. She saw herself undressing for him and opening her legs as he filled her with his enormous cock.

John saw the dreamy look in her eyes and said, "You are all in danger, so I am returning your powers and adding a little something extra to give you more protection." He mentally scanned the large house and found the girls still here. He summoned them to the library, as he and Jackie took the short walk and entered the great room. It was one of John's favorite rooms, yet the family rarely used it. John and Jackie took a seat on the large leather couch. They didn't have to wait long as Heather was the first to arrive, dressed and ready for her classes, she greeted her brother as her mother did, the kiss taking her breath away. Just as they concluded and before Heather could ask, her sisters Isabel and Samantha bounded in.

"Hey John," they both said together as if practiced. "What's up?"

As John began to explain the threat in loose details, unseen from the second floor landing, Ana watched and quickly deduced that the timing was perfect, quietly heading for the master bedroom to find her mistress's toy. As she entered the huge bedroom, she hoped that she'd not have to search too long for the toy; she didn't clean the room often, leaving that to the other servants. Her pussy was literally dripping as she anticipated trying the Sybian out for herself. As she approached the bathroom, she saw what looked more like a footstool than a device designed to give a woman ultimate pleasure. She pulled the machine out and found the storage cabinet full of all the attachments, cleaning solutions and power cords.

Ana wasted no time and assembled the toy, pulling off her uniform, bra and panties before gently easing herself unto the beige twin-phallus attachment she'd chosen, one in each of her hungry orifices. She tried to relax and switched the machine on at the lowest setting. It didn't take long for her to experience and enjoy the feeling. Being double penetrated had long been a fantasy of Ana's and now here she was riding her mistress's machine. It was so naughty of her, she knew, but she just had to try this machine and she wasn't regretting the choice. The feeling was quickly becoming more than she could handle. As she scooted back and forth on the machine her pleasure built and although she did her best to stifle her moans of pleasure she felt her throat getting hoarse as she found herself climaxing harder than she ever had before. "Oh you wonderful machine, oh oh, Ooooooh!" She cried out no longer caring if she was discovered.

John finished explaining what he thought was coming their way, leaving out that the threat was really their deceased father or what was left of his consciousness. He reinforced their previous powers and made them even stronger if used together. He also shielded their minds so that Dr. Smith wouldn't be able to take control, and did a little something extra to Heather's mind, thinking that she was his ultimate target.

The girls were excited to be able to use their powers once again, but John cautioned them to be discrete, "practice yes, but don't let on about what you can do, it may save your lives."

By now they all knew not to cross their brother, having seen him put Heather in check. John felt a ripple of sexual energy enter his body and knew exactly where it came from. Since all the residents of the house were in front of him, he knew it had to be the help. He smiled as he was able to see into the master bedroom as the maid rode the sexual toy.

Ana finally reached the point where she knew she had to stop. She turned off the machine and on wobbly legs pulled herself off it. She got dressed quickly, and cleaned the machine and the attachment she'd used, before she put everything back the way she'd found it. Satisfied, she left the room and moved back to the stairs, happy to learn that the family was still in their discussion; John appeared to be preparing to leave when he looked up and caught Ana's eye.

"Did you enjoy your ride Ana? Double penetration? You are a nasty one aren't you? Don't worry; your secret is safe with me." Ana blinked as she received the mental message. Despite having a lovely brown complexion, Ana turned a deep shade of red and nodded before hurrying out of sight.

"You're not going already, you just got here," Jacqueline said as she pulled him away from his sisters and back into her arms. "I've really missed you."

John had to admit that he did miss Jackie, too. But he needed to get to the Martin's home and take care of April. Taking both of her delicate hands in his, he held them and told her he'd be back soon. He released them, kissed her again, and slapped her on her ass as he left. The girls had scattered. As John opened his car door Heather pulled up behind him in her Audi R8 Spyder.

"Hey, got a minute?" she asked.

"For my favorite sister, I have two."

She told him of the incident after practice in the locker room. John asked her if he needed to make an appearance, but she knew how busy he was and told him no. With her enhanced powers and being able to use them before things got sticky would be enough. But John read her mind and appreciated her not wanting to burden him with her problems.

"Tell you what sis. I will give you limited mind control power. As long as it isn't something too complicated you should be fine. In short, you will be able to control your opponent, making them do what you want. It will kick in when you ask for it. But..." He looked at her really sternly, "...if I ever learn that you've abused this gift..."

"Say no more!" Heather yelled and pulled him close for a kiss. "Thank you, and when you come back and are finished with mom, you know where to find me. I'll be waiting." She released her brother and drove off, feeling much better about everything.

John smiled and looked up to see Ana watching him from one of the windows in the house. He waved and she ducked. John got into his Nissan and headed to the Martin's home as quickly as he could.

John hit the tail end of the morning rush-hour traffic, but for him it wasn't a problem as he simply phased his car and passed through the traffic like a phantom. He was parking his car in the driveway of the Martin's home in ten minutes. He looked over at the sleeping woman, his conquest. She was beautiful. He would have to deal with her soon, but for now she could wait. She would sleep until he woke her, or after she'd slept for six hours, whichever happened first.

Turning his attention to the house he sensed what was going on and saw that his timing was good; they had all just about exhausted themselves, April, Elizabeth, and Candace lay together naked on the floor, wet from sweat and their combined juices.

John entered the house despite the locked doors and found the women in the living room panting, their pussies swollen and leaking juices. At some point Candace had retrieved towels, large sheets, and blankets in which they lounged, catching their breath.

It was April that had set the marathon pace. She had felt that she needed to prove she was indeed an insatiable nymphomaniac dyke lesbian, and that she'd always been one. "Why can't they understand that and simply accept me as I am?" He heard the tail end of her thoughts, "Now that I'm away from Dinah I can return to my life as..."

John sensed her confusion. She couldn't imagine, nor remember what her life was like before that bitch Dinah had drugged her, and she was near panic. His timing was perfect.

Candace and Elizabeth felt John's presence as he entered the room, but allowed April to acknowledge their master and mentally prepared themselves to respond to his wishes. Candace had to trust that John would make everything alright, and not interfere. That was hard for a mother to do, but she knew it was right.

April saw her mother and Elizabeth focus on someone or something behind her; she waited and realized it had to be John.

She turned slightly, not hiding her naked beauty from him and finding his eyes, said, "John, so you made it back. Well as you can see I have fucked both of your bitches and I am ready for more. Are you convinced now that I am a dyke lesbian? Hell, I am even a motherfucker, since I fucked my own mother. Isn't that called incest? And you know what John; I am ready for another round if these two can keep up. I wish I had my favorite strap-on cock; I'd really fuck them both hard. I'll even let you watch if you promise not to touch. I don't do dick."

John sighed heavily and looked at Candace who had a look on her face that he'd never seen before. He smiled and dismissed both Candace and Elizabeth with a look, then turned back to face his girlfriend.

April watched her mother and Elizabeth stand and walk out of the room, leaving her alone with John. She called after them, "Hey, where are you going? Okay, go freshen up. I will see you both back here in a few minutes after I deal with Johnboy."

John waited patiently as April stood to look at him eye to eye as best she could. Her attempt fell a little short, what with her being only 5'6", and John just a few inches over six feet. John listened into her thoughts; the real April was screaming and pleading for his help.

"April," he said. "You know that I would never hurt you, right?"

April looked at him suspiciously, having taken on a posture ready to fight.

"I need you to trust me."

Before she could answer, John froze her in place and turned her around slowly, spinning her as if she were on a potter's wheel. He gazed at the naked body he loved to look at the most, noting the piercings and the tattoo. He lifted his hand to her face, a face that he loved, but now it had been altered by piercings in her eyebrows, nose, and lips. She'd even shaved patches from her left eyebrow. She looked at him. His hand moved down her face to her mouth. He squeezed it open and waited. After a moment a metal bolt and pin gently floated into his outstretched hand. With the tongue piercing removed, he closed the hole in her tongue. It was now as if it had never happened. He closed her mouth and watched her eyes widen as she realized what he'd done. Ignoring her, he lifted his palm and all her facial piercings unfastened themselves and floated into the hand that held the tongue piercing. John closed his hand into a fist and spun her around slowly like a rack of magazines, looking her up and down. He stopped her and opened his hand, watching as her nipple bars separated and floated into his hand joining the other newly removed jewelry. John closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, all April's piercing holes had been closed. Even a medical exam wouldn't be able to tell that she'd ever had piercings. He spun her around again. April's eyes were as big as they'd ever been. She'd never seen anything like this before and especially not from John of all people.

Looking down at her naked pussy he saw the final piercing. A moment later it had joined the others in his hand and all evidence of their existence was gone. He slowly turned her until he could see the tattoo over her ass. it read, "This ass belongs to Dinah!" John had to hold his anger in check. This, above all else, pissed him off the most. Then he realized that it would only be fair if Dinah was given a tattoo, also. That thought lightened his mood. He'd have to think of something appropriate and embarrassing. He watched as April's tattoo faded and then disappeared completely. He turned her around once more and as she turned her short black hair began to grow longer and lighter until it was once again shoulder length and blonde with a little bit of a natural curl to it. While he was at it, he made it easy to manage and never again would there be a split end.

He turned her again, approving of the corrections and additions. John added a fine manicure and pedicure, polishing her nails a tangerine color that he knew she'd like. John was just about done when he decided to tighten her abs a bit, and remove the little belly fat that she had gained. Satisfied that all the physical corrections were completed, he was ready to move on to the harder stuff.

Mentally April had been convinced that she was an insatiable nymphomaniac dyke lesbian and that she'd always been that way. He had to be careful how he corrected this or he could lose his April forever.

He allowed April to speak and move her head as he sat her down on the nearby leather couch.

"What the fuck John! How did you do that? Why did you do that? I will just get more piercings and cut my hair again. Hell, I think I will shave it all off. How do you like that?" She was really getting herself worked up.

John calmly spoke. "April relax. Don't speak. Listen to me."

April was getting ready to let loose another volley of insults and cursing, but strangely she shut her mouth and relaxed and was willing to listen to what John had to say.

John decided to try it one step at a time, fixing what he could see and observe, realizing that he might not get it all done immediately. It may take some time.

"April," he said slowly and deliberately. "You aren't gay. You aren't a lesbian. You never were one. Dinah drugged you and changed your personality. I am going to help you return to that person I have always loved even when I didn't know it. I love you April and you've loved me since we were children. I need you to remember that." He paused and lifted his restrictions on her allowing her to respond.

April's mind was a sponge, she listened to all that John was saying and began to mentally process what she heard. "I am not gay? I am not a lesbian? I never was one? I was drugged and tricked into thinking that. But why?" She answered her own question, "Because Dinah wanted me, oh my God! I am not gay. I am not a lesbian. I never was one. But all that sex I had with all those women. So many women and I love it. So am I bisexual now? I love pussy. I love the taste and think about it all the time."

John watched April carefully and read her mind to learn how she was processing the information. He decided to continue.

"April you may have enjoyed your time together with all the women you were with, but that was because you were drugged with a very powerful mind control stimulant. You don't like pussy, you don't think about it all the time, but when you do think about it you are repulsed that you were controlled into thinking that you liked it. You are very angry with Dinah for tricking you and changing you to think that you were a lesbian like her."

April continued to process the information that John gave her. She began remembering things: the lunch with Dinah, the Long Island Iced Teas, and her love for John. "I've always loved John, since we were children playing together." She remembered how she imagined that one day they would marry. "I am not gay. I like men. I love John. What the fuck did that bitch do to me?"

As John listened in, he could hear that his cautious counseling was working.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. You're weak, you've always been weak. If you really loved John, why'd wait so long to let him know how you felt? You like pussy and the bitches that can give you what you crave, a woman's touch. It's so much better than that of men. They know just where and how to touch you. Admit it, you may not have always been gay, but you love the taste of pussy and you want it now. There are two bitches in the other room waiting to give you more of what you crave. They are probably in Candace's bed right now eating each other out, laughing at weak little April, cause she doesn't know what she truly wants. Fuck this. Let's go and fuck them. I know where to find a strap-on and you can even fuck John with it."

"Enough!" John shouted, echoing through April's fragile mind. The schism was getting stronger and he felt he was losing her.

John imagined enclosing the second personality into a bubble. He sealed it tightly; it could no longer be heard or seen. It couldn't escape. He then pulled it out of April's head. John watched as the captured part of April's psyche struggled within the bubble. He began to shrink the bubble until it disappeared completely and that bit of April was destroyed.

He shuddered. It was a rash act, one he didn't stop to consider the effects it might have on her. But it was gone now. He hoped and prayed that he hadn't made matters worse. April had collapsed and was unconscious.

He cradled his naked girlfriend's head in his lap, he didn't hear any thoughts. He waited, caressing her and watching her lovely face. After a minute her eyes fluttered and she opened them.
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