Chapter 48 by SpyralEye

That's All Six Under His Thumb, What's Rob's Next Move?

Parent-Teacher Conferences: Finishing Touches

Time lost all meaning for Helen Parr, as she sat in her daughter's classroom - which she was beginning to realize looked more like a bordello than anything else.

You should expand your horizons...

Her body was limp and useless, rubbery and stretched out. Her head lolled against the headrest of her chair. She felt afraid. Worried. Confused. But mostly empty.

You should expand your horizons...

Expand your horizons...

Mr. Daily -her daughter's teacher - had left. Either twenty seconds ago or twenty minutes ago or five days. Helen didn't know. What she did know was he wanted to have sex with her. Wanted to have sex with Violet. Was he having sex with Violet?

Expand your horizons... horizons... horizons...

Was she brainwashed? Was she dreaming things? Did she enjoy it? Did Violet? Did she want to find out? Helen didn't have the answers, but she was sure Mr. Daily did. He would tell her how to feel.

Eventually, after a century or a moment, Mr. Daily returned, leading the other mothers with him. Did they feel the same way Helen felt? Were they confused and empty? Did they enjoyed being controlled and obedient? They all followed Rob, single-file, wearing serene, blank faces. Their eyes were wide-open, staring and unblinking. They had been locked in that position for a long time, evidently, as their eyes were watering uncontrollably in the need to blink, causing their eyeliner to smear and run.

Following Rob in lockstep, in robotic paces, they all took seats at the front of the class next to Helen, the six mothers sitting in a line before Rob. Now Helen saw, he didn't have a desk and a chair, but a throne made of naked woman. For a moment, she thought she saw Violet among them, smiling deliriously. She didn't know how to feel about that...

"Now, ladies..." Rob began, booming from his position of authority, leering down at his six victims. "Can you tell me what you all learned today?"

One-by-one, all six women answered in turn, voices distant and empty as their stares, serene and happy as their smiles.

"I am an expensive ho..." Odalia started off, denigrating herself without a second thought.

"Luz and I need a new daddy..." Next came Camila, who finished her sentence with a low, rolling purr.

"Don't give up on my youthful fantasies..." Oum stated, blankly. "They might still come true..."

"I need to touch base with Kimmy..." Ann giggled. "We have a lot in common..."

"That I am a liberal and permissive parent..." came Morticia, otherwise in her normal state of self, save for the expression on her face.

And finally, Helen managed to say, "I need to expand my horizons..." She shuddered, actually managing to shut her eyes, finding a moment to regain her poise. "What did you do to the girls...? To my daughter...?"

Rob's response was a jovial, lusty laugh.

"'What did I do?' What didn't I do!?" His grin grew, masquerade falling, as he showed the six mindfucked moms a hint of his true self. "If you want to know firsthand, Helen, why don't you just ask them? Come in, girls!"

"Yes, Master~"

Entering the classroom from without, gliding upon graceful footsteps, came the daughters of the six women: Luz, Amity, Anne, Kim, Violet, and Wednesday. However, the six of them were clad in skimpy bellydancer outfits, barely covering anything, and what they did cover served only as a further invitation. Each girl had an identical outfit - bikini top and thong, with gauzy, translucent skirts flowing about their waist, a veil of a similar material worn across their face, alongside metallic heels and golden bangles on their wrists and ankles - but all uniquely coloured, with Luz in pink, Amity in purple, Anne in blue, Kim in green, Violet in red, and Wednesday in black.

They shimmied and spun with expert ease - the technique and skill imparted to them by Zatanna - throwing their entire body into the motion of the unheard beat. Arms and legs were cast aside with wide, dramatic movements, revealing flat, taut tummies, big, bouncing breasts, and jiggly, ample asses, all further emphasized by the hypnotic, rocking motion of their hips and waists. They danced with utter confidence and serenity, as if this was all they were ever meant to do, orbiting about Rob like celestial bodies orbiting the sun, smiling beatifically at the idol of their affection, or, in Wednesday case, lips parted thinly in an expression of self-satisfaction.

The mothers were absolutely stunned by this turn of events, rousing further out of their stupor, but dumbstruck, staring slack-jawed at what their daughters were wearing. What they were doing. The normally shy and anxious Violet was all too happy to show off her body, giggling and smiling as she spun about in a circle. Luz and Amity seemed almost **** to show off their relationship to their small audience, unable to keep their hands off of each other, but also Rob, circling around their teacher with gentle, seductive movements. And then Anne and Kim showed off their moves, styling on everyone, having come into this little act with dance training of their own. Kim stretched her legs up and around her head, before falling down into the splits, while Anne shucked and jive to a hip-hop beat, ending by squatting down in front of Rob's throne and twerking, looking back and directly into Oum's eyes with a smoldering gaze.

Almost immediately upon their entrance, impure thoughts began to enter the heads of the moms, as they gazed at the dance their daughters performed - part graceful, part lewd, and wholly devoted to one man in particular. They couldn't help but notice just how beautiful and pretty and lovely and happy and se - NO!! They couldn't think like that, not about their own flesh and blood! Their children, their babies! It was just wrong. However...

Fantasy turned into revulsion, then curiosity, then panic, then excitement, the sluggish minds of Rob's six MILFs finally firing up again, if only to run right into a furious storm of mixed-up, confused emotions that left their heads spinning. And, much like the spirals, the mothers just couldn't take their eyes off of their beautiful, pretty, lovely, happy, sexy daughters...

"As you can see ladies, your daughters are in good hands. The best of hands! I have nothing but the best in mind for them, and what's best for them is for them to be my obedient sex slaves!" Rob, atop his throne, surrounded by his fawning slaves in their harem get-up, all of them begging for him and his touch, seemed no less than a true king at this moment. While the mothers remained largely paralyzed with their blank faces, Rob could see the horror begin to creep in to corners of their eyes, the revulsion and fear. But, he could also see a semblance of joy or pride in the edge of their blank smiles, lips turning ever slightly upward.

But where the majority of the mothers were stunned into silence, Helen still had enough fight in her to speak up. "Violet... Violet! He's controlling you... this isn't you, he brainwashed you. All of you! You have to fight back!"

Having paused in her dance to fawn over Rob, rubbing his chest affectionately and flirtatiously, Violet spared her mother a glance, equal parts curious and confused, as if wondering why she would state something like that. "Hmm... did you, Master?" Violet asked, never breaking eye contact with her mother. "Did you brainwash all of us into being your obedient love-slaves?"

"I can't lie to you, Violet, sweetie." Rob said, placing a hand on the small of her back and pull her closer. "I did. All six of you and all the other girls in class. I've been molding your minds the past several months to turn you into my perfect harem." He admitted all of this without any sort of guilt or regret clouding his voice, not once shying away from telling Violet the truth. And, Rob too did not turn his eyes away from Helen.

Violet simply smiled and shrugged. "Okay, then. It didn't matter either way, but thanks for telling the truth, sir." Helen gaped in shock at how her daughter just let such a truth slide right off her, treat it like nothing at all. "It doesn't matter how or why this happened," Violet continued, enlightening her mother to her reasoning. "What matters is how happy Master has made me. I've never felt better in my entire life, and I want you to feel this good too, mom!"

Violet then unclipped her veil, exposing her mouth, and leaned even further into Rob's grasp, the two coming together for a kiss, Violet shutting her eyes and sighing in delight as she was embraced by her lord and lover. Rob cradled the slight girl, one hand fondling her thigh, the other stroking her long, luxurious raven-black hair. Moans and squeaks of joy echoed from the two, as Rob explored Violet's ravenous mouth, and her needy tongue in turn explored his, rubbing her slight chest against his chest, the two lost to the rest of the world, even as Violet's fellow slaves cajoled her gently.

"Hey, Vi, don't how Mr. Daily all to yourself." Kim interjected.

"Yeah, we all want a piece of him, too..." Anne added, the two of them twirling and shifting around the throne, revolving about it like moons before a planet, held captive in Rob's gravity.

Helen could only helplessly gnash her teeth and swallow the sick feel building in her throat. How was this happening? How could she let this happen to her daughter? Why wasn't anyone doing anything about this? She tried to summon more rage, to rally the other mothers, but peeking through her peripheral vision, quickly saw (and heard), they would be no help at all.

"Expensive ho... I am an expensive ho..."

"I need a new daddy... to take care of me and Luz..."

"I want to live my girlhood fantasies..."

"If this what Kim likes, I suppose it's okay... I'll try it, too..."

"This is okay... this is okay... because I am a permissive parent..."

Their voices were low, their voices were miserable, their faces locked in a grim parody of a smile, but Odalia, Camila, Oum, Ann, and Morticia were all fully consumed by Rob and his power, helpless trapped to watch their daughters parade forth like lovestruck floozies.

"Violet's right, Mrs. Parr. She's so much happier the way she is, and soon, you'll understand that happiness, too."

Rob spoke to Helen. But it wasn't the Rob she was facing, no. That one was still making out with her daughter. Instead, this voice came from behind her. Before she had time to fully absorb what was happening, a clone of Rob slammed a VR headset down over Helen's face, snuggly strapping it on. Five more clones all did the same to the others. Then, there was the sound of fingers snapping, and Helen and the others were suddenly nude!

But, even if they were sound of mind, none of them had time to come to terms with these sudden events, as soon, their entire world was consumed by the spiral....

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"Oh, god, fuck, FUCK, YES! Keep going Master! You're so fucking biiiig! You're stretching my tight pussy~"

"Wow, I can't believe we're actually eating out our moms! This is totally messed up, but super hot!"

"Enough chatter, girls. Let's keep our minds focused on the task at hand. Your moms still have plenty of pussy which needs eating out, after all."

"Yes, sir~"

Rob couldn't exactly blame the girls for the excitement there were expression, it was a pretty exciting and fucked-up scenario he had created. Their six mothers - nude and with mind-scrambling headsets slapped onto them - all lined up in a row, forcibly leaned back, and with legs spread wide open, mumbling and drooling and sweating without a care in the world. Before them, daughter was matched with mother, all on their hands and knees, mouths and tongues buried in the snatch that once gave birth to them. And behind the daughters, Rob and his clones - the caboose of the carnal train - pounding his slaves with purposeful thrusts, conducting an incestuous orchestra of moans and squeals.

All resistant had been completely quashed among the moms, reduced to drooling, brainless zombies, helpless against their daughter's twisted love and Rob's mind-warping power. Even Helen, the last holdout, had lost the battle, her arms unspooled once more while she bucked and writhed on a wave of constant orgasms, squirting juices over her daughter's face. And every spurt of her cum only drove Violet further, her once shy and reserved daughter now mad with love and lust for her mother, **** to show just how much she wanted her, just how good it was to be a good and obedient slut.

None of the other mothers were doing any better than Helen, babbling nonsense in between shrill cries of ecstasy when they came, thick lines of slobber hanging from their open mouths and lolling tongue to splatter on their chest or the floor or their daughter's hair, lips moving in silent pattern as they mindlessly and wordlessly repeated Rob's orders and mantras - the foundations of their new lives - on an endless loop. The room reeked of sweat and sex, the odor becoming more pungent with each passing minute, with each mind-melting orgasm Oum or Ann or Morticia suffered, with each trill of lewd pleasure Luz or Amity felt, with every load of spunk Rob fed into the hot, hungry holes of his harem girls. Twelve women - mothers and daughters - lost in an endless spiral of lust, with one man pulling the strings, able to bask in the results of his hard work, and knowing that, like most things he did, this was just the beginning. Rob Daily's endless appetite for pleasure had dragged them down with him, and they would not be the last. The last innocent women turns into horny sluts, the last family corrupted with his vision of familial relations.

In this world he had made, Rob was king. And it was good to be the fucking king.

But, the king didn't make this kingdom solely to watch his young, nubile slaves play with their mothers, no, no, no... Rob didn't go through the effort of brainwashing and corrupting mother and daughter and then decide to pass on the six busty, beautiful, and bountiful bodies before him. He had said it before and will say it again - he enjoyed that so many of his slaves were young and fit and tight, but fucking Cersei Lannister's mature body awoken something in him, a hunger for older women Rob was all too happy to feed.

"Okay, girls, that's enough." Rob ordered, while pulling out from his six school-sluts, thick torrents of his spunk gushing out from their well-fucked cunts. "You've had your fun with your moms, now it's daddy's turn! But be sure to watch closely and play with yourself while I give your moms the dicking of a lifetime."

"Yes, daddy~"

All six of Rob's cocks twitched at the sweet, mindless chorus of his slaves. Fucking hell, it may have been the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Even better, because it was technically true. He was Luz's daddy. And Amity's and Anne's and Violet's, Wednesday's, and Kim's. They all looked up to him and idolized him and would do whatever he asked of them. Soon, the same would go for the other schoolgirls - young, bright-eyed ladies eager to please and serve their lord, their love, their master. Their daddy.

After being held helpless by their daughter's, all six mothers collapsed to the floor in a heap, breathing raggedly and thankful for the momentary reprieve. Or, they would be thankful, if their conscious minds could possibly conceive of the situation they were in. The VR headsets still hummed away, mainlining Rob's blissful brainwashing on and endless loop. A layer of hot, slick sweat covered every inch of their skin, their hair and make-up disheveled in their entirety, and completely nude, the six moms were totally **** - prey showing it's underbelly to a dominant, hunting predator - and Rob was all too happy to take advantage of such a situation, him and his clones descending on their prey all at once.

"Fuck, you really don't use this hot, slick cunt, do you bitch!?" Rob mockingly asked Odalia, heaving her up effortlessly and spearing her on his raging cock. Her well-licked pussy, hot and wet as it ever had been, gushed the moment Rob entered her, then tightly held on to the rock-hard shaft as it buried deep into it's folds. "Bet it feels good to finally be fucked and used like you were always went to be, huh?"

"Blugh...? Guh...?" Odalia babbled stupidly, her mind broken by the twin **** of Rob's hypnotic powers and his indomitable sexual prowess. But, deep down inside, the truth was that she had never felt like this. Never had experienced such impossible carnal pleasure from sex. Rob's thick, swollen cock reached into places she did not know existed. This was beyond sex as a powerplay, as something transactional; this was pure primal fucking, relentless and animalistic, and Odalia was not able to handle it.

"How does it feel to have a 'dirty human' **** you like this?" Rob continued to harangue her, Odalia's only response being to drool, squirt, and cum. "I hope you like it, because I think you need to redeem yourself, being such a terrible woman and mother after all. I think having you whore yourself out to random men will do. Offering this pristine, unused body and it's holes to the humans you hate. Sound good to you, you racist bitch?"

Odalia could only moan and squeal in response, both to Rob's demeaning assignment and to the shower of semen he poured into the deepest recesses of her cunt. Arms and legs thrown around Rob's broad body in a **** bid for support, Odalia's entire body quivered, decades of pent-up frustration and haughtiness evaporating in seconds.

Watching her mother be brainwashed, browbeaten, and fucked, Amity dug two fingers deep into her snatch, watching in glee as her horrid mother got what she deserved.

"¡Oh Dios! ¡Es tan profundo!" Camila gasped in shock, Rob ploughing into her body with less vitriol and **** than he did to Odalia, but with no less intent and desire. She was splayed out upon the ground, one thick thigh lifted in butterfly position and resting on Rob's shoulder, the man himself wearing a big, dopey grin of contentment as he thrusted inward, Camila's hips and stomach bucking in kind.

"Oh God, oh God... hmm... you're body is so warm and soft, Camila!" Rob was in heaven, delighting in Camila's purely delightful body, cock burrowed deep inside her plush pussy, one hand fondling her heavy breasts again. This was just a woman he wanted to cuddle and hug... while also fucking, yes, but the point did stand. "You have such a perfectly sexy mommy body. You turn on your daddy so much, do you know that?"

"S-sí... ¡sí! ¡Él es mi papi! ¡Sé mi papi! Ah-ahaha...!" While in a better state than Odalia, Camila's head was in such a state, she defaulted to Spanish seemingly unconsciously, praising Rob in her mother tongue in a thick and lust-filled voice. "¡Papi, papi! Me encanta papi, ¡no pares nunca!"

Meanwhile, Luz rubbed herself on her girlfriend's bare thigh, making out with Amity while keeping one eye on her mother and new daddy. They were both so big and soft. She wanted to held between them, in their warm, loving embrace.

Oum Boonchuy mewled lewdly, facedown and ass-up on the classroom floor, while Rob took from from behind, fucking her doggy-style, one hand on her hips and the other holding on to her bushy, thick mop of hair. Not unlike what how he fucked Anne, so long ago...

"See there, Oum? It feels good to let your inner slut out, doesn't it?" Rob gave her a stiff slap on her bountiful booty, never breaking stride in his thrust. "This is what you've always wanted, your fantasies made manifest. Why don't you give me a nice 'thank you', Oum?"

"Hmmm... saaaank yuuuu..." Oum muttered drunkenly, back arching as the searing lightning bolt of release travelled up and down her body. Anne's eyes locked with the visage of her mom, smiling deliriously with her tongue lolling out, reveling in the sexual bliss their Master brought on. Thinking of her making such a face with her and Marcy and Sasha. Of how much fun they were going to have.

And, unbeknownst to Anne, her mother was on a similar line of thought. A kernel of carnal delight bloomed deep in Oum's subconscious, reigniting her girlhood fantasy of jetting off with some striking American stud. Blonde. Blue-eyes. Strong and willful. Lustful and mischievous and grasping. A real bad girl...

Sasha Waybright's smirk and dazzling eyes emblazed themselves deep in Oum's mind, her heart beating ever so faster as the thought took hold.

While Anne Boonchuy delighted in seeing her mother let loose and have fun, Ann Possible giggled vapidly while her ankles were thrown over her head, the big, heavy frame of Rob Daily ploughed into her in a mating press. A big, stupid smile crossed her face, from ear-to-ear.

"K-Kimmy, Kimmy!" Ann chanted dumbly, laughing to herself, laughing to a joke only she understood. "Kimmy likes, I like~" It certainly did feel good, to be controlled, owned, and fucked, a certain part of her said - the remainder of her sanity and consciousness after her sponge-like mind soaked up all of Rob's commands. And, well, if Kim seemed to like it, then she should, too! She needed to be a good mom and connect with Kim and her interests...

"Yes, mom, hmm... yes! Say my name, say my name..." Kim chanted herself, voice low and husky, watching her mom get her brains fucked out, slowly but vigorously rubbing her clit while she did. The Possible girls now had a whole new world of possibility opened up to them, all thanks to their Master.

"Oh, cara mia~" Rob growled in a cheesy accent, just enjoying the moment of having Morticia all to himself. The sexy gothic MILF gasped and gaped in muted tones, as she rode atop him, Rob bouncing her up and down on his cock. The fact that she was able to maintain any sort of composure or grace in her state was a testament to her strength of personality. Though, not will, as her pussy tightly clenched onto Rob's cock while she bucked up and down on his lap, **** to stay on. **** for more of his thick, hot rod.

Rob grabbed a hold of her hips, lowering her onto him as deep as she would go, lengthening his cock while he did. With every centimetre he grew, a squeak would escape from Morticia, growing louder and higher with each successive noise. Rob let himself cum there and then, it was such a wonderful thing to hear.

But, unlike the other daughters, Wednesday would not stand aside while her mother was fucked. The moody, possessive girl stalked over and began to paw over Morticia's pale, flawless flesh, whispering her versions of sweet nothings into her mother's ear.

"Do you see now, mother?" Wednesday intoned in her low, emotionless voice, one hand squeezing one of Morticia's gigantic tits like a stress toy, deforming the alabaster titflesh with an ironclad claw. "He is our god. His cock his our altar. Our moans are his prayers. His seed, our absolution and heavenly reward. He demands worship and obedience. Do you understand? Will you serve him with me?"

Rob let out another spurt of semen deep into Morticia's cavernous hole, his receptacle letting out a long, low purr of divine contentment in response.

Wednesday took that as a yes.

"Oh my gosh, mom! You look so hot with Master's cock stretching your body like that..."

Normally one to follow orders and not make waves, Violet was inspired by Wednesday's boldness and turned on by her mother and Master, breaking away from the back herself to join in on the fun. And what fun Rob and Helen were having, with Helen's four limbs stretched to the far ends of the classroom, tied down and bound, suspending the mesmerized Elastigirl just off of the floor. And, with that done, Rob slid himself under the helpless Helen, slid into her, and enjoyed the wonders of elastic, unbreakable body.

"Gah-AAAHK!!!" Helen cried out, as massive pillar erupted inside of her, distending and warping her body in the most perverted way imaginable. Rob metamorphized his cock into an impossible thick and long obelisk of superhot muscle, before shrinking it back down to it's regular size, offering Helen a brief reprieve... and then doing it all over again, making it even bigger than before!

"GAAAGHKH!!!"

"Hmm, I'm so jealous. You're the only woman on Earth who can manage this..."

Helen's back and neck arched so far back as to flip her head upside down, levelling it with Rob. Her entire torso extended into a long, cylindrical shaft, her skin hugging to the contour and details of Rob's cock - the general shape of the thick, bulging head, every single pulsing vein of his hyper-cock - with her massive breasts lewdly resting atop the penis-shaped growth which was her body.

The patterned continued, Rob growing and shrinking and growing, Helen screaming in a orgasm-inducing cocktail of pain and shock and pleasure, with Violet utterly enamoured by it all.

"I wish my powers were sexy like this..." Violet said, grinding her body on her mom's distended, bloated stomach, using Rob's ionic column of a cock like a stripper pole. "All you can do with invisibility is see the cum rushing inside me, flooding my tummy and womb. Hmm... I guess that's okay. Still... it's so fun watching Mr. Daily with his monster cock~"

"Vi... Vi... Violet..." Helen croaked out feebly. She was on the brink, so close to finally breaking, but still focused on her daughter. Violet just giggled and smiled at her mother's plight.

"Don't worry, mommy. Once Master is done with you, the two of us will have plenty of fun..."

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"So, ladies, tell me - what have we learned today?"

A conquering king, Rob reclined upon his throne, surveying his great work - mothers and daughters, six pairs, basking in each other's love. The brainwashing finished, their visors removed, the mothers now entirely understood his point of view, entirely submitted to his power. Entirely obedient and in love with him. Six new slaves for his harem, but very special ones. And Rob would not be the only one to have the pleasures of knowing Odalia Blight, Camila Noceda, Oum Boonchuy, Ann Possible, Morticia Addams, and Helen Parr on the regular.

"We are beautiful and sexy women, desirable and desiring to be pleased sexually."

Of the six, Odalia knelt all by her lonesome, but that was okay. She knew she had been a horrible mother. She had to work hard to make up to Amity for all those years of **** and neglect.

"You are our all-powerful Master. We exist to serve you with our minds and bodies."

Camila struggled to say her piece with gasping or moaning aloud, having both Luz and Amity latched onto her nipples, kneading and sucking her big, heavy tits. It felt so good to be loved and wanted, not only by her daughter, but by her daughter's beautiful girlfriend. She would have to do something big to welcome Amity to the family.

"We are your horny, submissive sex-slaves. We love our Master and will do whatever he desires of us."

Oum lovingly nuzzled with Anne, the two Thai women pressing their gigantic busts together. Though, both would be lying if they said the only thing on their minds were each other and Master. A certain blonde bad girl always existed in their hearts and minds, Oum now as lovestruck with Sasha as Anne was.

"All of that is also true for our daughters. We are delighted that they are your slaves, Master."

Like Camila, Ann Possible was barely able to utter her sentence, having to tear herself away from the sexy lips and hot tongue of her daughter. The first words of her statement were tinged with a strand of saliva still connecting them and, once finished, Kim immediately pressed forward and resumed making out with her mother.

"We love our beautiful, sexy daughters. It is only right we act upon those emotions, with no shame or guilt."

Morticia resumed her air of elegance the moment her conscious mind reassembled itself, composure snapping back as if nothing had happened. However, a gleam of desire flashed in her dark eyes, cradling Wednesday on her lap. She would definitely be able to showcase her wild-side more often in these new relationships.

And then came Helen, the most resistant of all of Rob's new slaves. But, one would never know that, seeing her plant her massive ass on Violet's face, the latter's black hair splayed out all over the floor while she gratefully ate out her mother's hole. Helen sat with perfect composure, looking up at Rob with love and worship, while Violet's body spasmed in utter happiness, unable to contain her joy now that she was having sex with her mom.

"Thank you so much for enlightening us to these truths, sir. We are much happier as your brainwashed, incestuous fucktoys. We look forward to the rest of our new lives."

Rob's smile could have out-shone the sun, bright as it was.

"Wonderful. I'm so proud of all of you girls."

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