A whole day with Rebecca, the redhead vixen trains with her dad

The Corruption Complete – A Daughter's Willing Submission

The golden morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of their home gym, casting long, liquid shadows across the rubber mats where Rebecca stretched, her lithe body arching like a cat in the sun. The air smelled of sweat and the faint metallic tang of the weight machines, mingling with the subtle musk of arousal that clung to both of them—unspoken, undeniable.

She wore only a thin, sweat-dampened tank top and a pair of cotton panties today, the fabric clinging to her curves in ways that made Stefano’s jaw tighten. The hypnotic conditioning had taken root deep in her mind, rewiring her instincts until the sight of her father’s body—his thick forearms, the ripple of his abdomen, the accidental glimpses of his cock slipping free from his loose shorts—no longer shocked her.

No.

Now, it excited her.

The Workout – A Father’s Deliberate Tease

Stefano adjusted the bench press, his muscles flexing as he lifted the bar with practiced ease. Rebecca watched from the corner of her eye, pretending to focus on her own stretches, but her breath hitched when the middle-aged man shifted, his shorts riding up just enough to reveal the heavy outline of his fat cock against the fabric.

Again.

"O-Ohmygod... It's so fucking huge. How does it even fit?" A spiritual fragment, dripping with lust... His daughter's throatpussy had become a great cumdump already, yet the hypnosis kept Rebecca's **** training sealed for now.

"Is there anything on my leg, sweetie?"

It was happening again. His daughter's soft contralto trembled with unquenched desire.

"N-No, everything is fine..."

She bit her lip, the young woman's toned thighs pressing together unconsciously as Stefano groaned under the weight, his biceps straining.

"F-Fuck... Stop staring, Rebecca." Another mental echo flared in the incubus' senses, she. just needed a little push.

The bar clattered back into place, and he sat up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

"Your turn," he murmured, his deep baritone rough from exertion.

Rebecca swallowed, nodding as the pale minx moved to the bench, her pulse fluttering in her throat. She lay back, the young woman's tank top riding up to expose the pale, smooth skin of her toned stomach.

"Dayum..."

Stefano’s gaze lingered there for a moment too long before he positioned himself behind her, his hands hovering near her shoulders as she gripped the bar.

"Remember," he said, his breath warm against her ear, "controlled movements."

She nodded again, exhaling as she lifted.

And then—

It happened.

Stefano shifted behind her, his thigh brushing against her arm, and she felt it—the hot, heavy press of his throbbing cock against her bare shoulder as the sinful father's shorts gaped open.

Oh God.

Her grip on the bar faltered, the young woman's arms trembling—not from the weight, but from the sudden, electric awareness of him.

"Ah—sorry, Rebecca," Stefano murmured, not moving away. "I didn’t mean to—"

She didn’t let him finish.

"No, don’t worry, Dad," she breathed, her voice steadier than she felt.

Because she wasn’t worried.

She was hungry.

The Conditioning – A Daughter’s Rewired Mind

Stefano’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk as he finally stepped back, letting her finish her set. But his eyes—those hypnotic, violet-tinged eyes—never left her. She could feel his gaze like a physical touch, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her breasts beneath the damp fabric of her top, the way her panties clung to her hips.

She should have been embarrassed.

She should have covered herself.

But the conditioning had sunk too deep.

Instead, the redhead vixen arched her back slightly as she lowered the bar, letting her shirt ride up even higher, exposing the delicate lace trim of her panties.

Stefano’s breath hitched.

Good.

She wanted him to look.

She needed him to.

The Grinding – A Father’s Claim

When she finished, Stefano didn’t let her move.

"One more exercise," he said, the incubus' voice low and rough.

Rebecca blinked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "What—?"

Before she could finish, his hands were on her waist, lifting her effortlessly from the bench and turning her to face the mirror.

"Leg raises," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I’ll spot you."

Her breath caught as he guided her onto the floor, his body pressed flush against her back, his cock—hard now, so hard—nestled between her ass cheeks.

She whimpered.

Stefano chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs. "Focus, Rebecca."

But how could she?

Every movement, every lift of her legs, made her grind back against him, the thin fabric of her panties doing nothing to dull the sensation of his length rubbing against her.

"Dad—" she gasped, her voice breaking.

"Shhh," he soothed, one hand slipping around to her front, the middle-aged man's knobbed fingers just brushing the damp heat between his daughter's toned thighs. "Just a few more."

She couldn’t.

"F-Fuck..."

The red haired beauty was drowning in him, the sex demon's aphrodisiac pheromones made short work of her inhibitions.

The Release – A Daughter’s Surrender

When her legs finally gave out, Stefano caught her, turning the redhead vixen in his arms until she was straddling his lap, her chest heaving against his.

"Good girl," he purred, his hands sliding up her back beneath her tank top, his fingers tracing the delicate ridges of her spine.

Rebecca shuddered, her hips rocking forward instinctively, seeking friction.

Stefano’s grip tightened.

"You’ve been so patient," he murmured, his lips trailing down her throat. "Don’t you think you deserve a reward?"

She didn’t answer.

She didn’t need to.

His hand slid between them, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them aside.

Rebecca cried out as the incubus' pulsing cock pressed against her bare flesh, hot and thick and right where she needed him.

"Daddy—!"

Stefano’s hips jerked upward, claiming her in one smooth, relentless thrust.

And Rebecca shattered.

The Aftermath – A Father’s Triumph

Later, when she lay boneless against his chest, Stefano stroked her hair, his other hand tracing idle patterns on her bare thigh.

"See?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Nothing to worry about."

Rebecca nodded, her eyelids heavy.

Because he was right.

There was nothing to worry about, right?

...

"H-ney!! -re yo- -ere?!"

A far away whisper...

*Smack!*

Well, not so far away. The stinging pain on Rebecca's bubble butt was very real.

"Rebecca, hey!! Are you alright, darling?"

She could still feel it, her dad's creamy hot load filling the redhead vixen's womb with tainted seed.

"Huu!?"

She woke up with a start, the scent of home-brewed coffee hit her nostrils like jolt of electricity immediately clearing out the mental fog slowing her thoughts down.

"W-What happened? Am I late for school?"

A chuckle, Stefano grinned before pointing to the kitchen.

"The Cavour Institute is closed on Sundays... Are you sure everything is ok? I made breakfast, we have a long day ahead of us!"

Rebecca smiled back, she tried to get up but the young woman's legs were numb for some reason.

"Easy there, I'll help you up..."

Her father's hand went to her thighs before the middle-aged man hoisted the redhead vixen up like a sack of potatoes, since when had he been this strong?

"W-Wait, I'm fi- F-Fuck!"

It was when he let her down slowly that Rebecca finally felt it, a sticky, creamy fluid was dripping down her toned thighs, the young woman's pale cheeks flushed in a mix of lust and embarrassment.

"O-Ohmygod... Was it all real?"

Stefano smirked from the kitchen, they were just getting started.