End of the day. Time for bed.

Chapter 6

Night falls over Patriot Hills and while your wife recovers from her first dicking, you wander through the house and make sure your family gets into the night safely.

Tammy is the first you find. As always, she is sleeping in her cage in the kitchen, curled up and breathing quietly, holding one of your old shirts in her hands and smelling your scent while she dreams sweet dreams. You kneel down quietly next to her, stroke her hair through the bars and quickly check the time lock on the door. Early in the morning, she will be woken up by a short but powerful electric shock that an implant will shoot through her entire body and a short time later, the food will be prepared. Nicole has offered to help but you have decided that such a perfect being as your wife would rather use a little more time in bed, i.e. on your cock, before she takes care of her domestic duties.

Melodie is the next one you check. Of course you don't knock as you quietly open the door to peek into her room. As her father, you have every right to come and go in her life as you please and you are proud when you see your daughter's 18-and-a-half-year-old body bent over the bed, praying to the gods. A beautiful Cascadian girl in her loose white satin nightgown that you can easily put your hands under and that is still short enough to let her shaved pussy flash between her slim legs.

"Dear God," you hear her angelic voice. "Thank you for letting Daddy into my life all these years ago. Hear the pleas of this worthless girl. Please look after Daddy and make sure he has a good life and all that he wishes for. Please make sure he gets what he wants and gift him with your present of strength, endurance and wisdom. Please give him the strength to dominate all the dumb cunts in his life. Please give him the endurance to handle our silly little brains and foolish attempts of living our lives. And please give him the wisdom of treating our sick girlish minds in a way he pleases.” Smiling gently, she leans to the side, picks up a photo of you - the one taken right after the wedding with you and your ex-wife, cum on her face with, belly round with Alex - and kisses your image gently on the lips. “I love you, Daddy.” Then she folds her hands again.

Let's see which of her gods she worships today, you ask yourself and quietly enter the room, but stand at the door and wait for your little whore angel.

“I pray to you, ****, that you will continue to let me humbly follow all orders from men, especially from Daddy, because I love him with all my heart. I pray to you, wife, that I will continue to understand how stupid, evil and useless I am as a woman and how lucky I am to have a man in my life. I pray to you, bimbo, that I continue to put ignorance and beauty above all my other desires. I pray to you, fuck meat, that I can continue to be a piece of meat that my daddy can mold to his wishes. I pray to you, maid, that I find even more joy and fulfillment in serving a man by cleaning his house, cooking his food and making his life easier." You try not to chuckle. 18 years old, of course, Melodie hates domestic chores. "And I pray to you, nympho, that I continue to be wet, wanton and horny so that I am always ready for my Daddy. Amen."

My little pumpkin, you think proudly and quietly enter the room. You kneel behind your daughter and hug her.

"Daddy," she whispers, quietly and submissively, in a shaky voice. "How can I serve you?"

"You're doing it, Pumpkin," you whisper, brushing her hair aside and kissing her slender neck with hot love. The nympho was your daughter's favorite today, you can feel your darling shuddering under your hot kisses.

"Oh Daddy... thank you... thank you for everything..."

"Tomorrow is a big day for you," you whisper and let your hand wander under her nightgown. Her little cunny is wet and ready for you and your fingers find their way as easily as they have for half a year. "Are you excited?"

"A little Daddy," Melodie whispers and leans against you, reaches behind her head and strokes your cheek. "I hope I can make you proud."

"I'm sure of it, angel," you encourage her and finger her a little harder, rub ober her swollen little clit and make her moan softly. "You'll have a lot of fun at the girls' school."

"Whatever you say Daddy," she gasps and becomes a good piece of fuck meat in your hands. "Whatever you say is my command Master."

"Then cum for me my sweet little slut."

"Gods! Daddy! Daddy!"

Out in the hallway, you lick your fingers and open the door to Alex's room. She has of course heard her sister's cries of pleasure, but does not let herself be released from her evening duty of paying homage to the gods.

"...I pray to you, arm candy, that I continue to bring my daddy pride and be a sexy little tease so that everyone envies him. I pray for you, Mistress, because I hate all women and we deserve to be dominated and painfully subjugated." Her head turns slightly towards you, just a little, just so you know she's noticed you. "And I pray to you, slut, that I continue to love being fucked by my daddy in every way imaginable, no matter how humiliating it is." As she speaks, she pulls up her black evening dress, sticks her ass out towards you and keeps talking while presenting her two tight openings to you. Her slit glistening in the evening lite and her puckered ashole waiting to be crushed open. "Please God, give Daddy the strength to dick his dirty little slut down and destroy her cunt with his mighty rod so that I can't walk for a week, to show all school who I belong to." You go behind her, kneel down and all you have to do is thrust. Her sopping wet opening is at the perfect height, thanks to years of training, and then you fuck Alex in her cunt. "Oh fuck! Yes Daddy! Please Daddy! Please… God… Please make that Daddy… Fuck… allows me a slut book account to… fuck so good… to become a porn actress and make… deeper Daddy… make him money and…“ Your hand presses painfully over Alex’s mouth.

“No blasphemy Alex,” you whisper in her ear as you bend her body over the bed and fuck her hard, her hair flies wide and her muffled moans can be heard throughout the house. “I love you, you little dirty slut. Fuck. Milk me with your cunt you **** whore.” Then you let her go and Alex’s rough voice has free rein.

“Yes Daddy! Let me be your dirty little slutty whore. Let me make you money and let me… fuck… ba a… fuck… staaaar…”

“We will see,” you say as you close your pajama pants and fix your hair. With a load of cum on her beautiful face, Alex snuggles into her pillows and looks at you with one eye while the other is stuck to the pillow. "You are the perfect little slut for me." You turn to leave but turn back to her. "We'll see."