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Chapter One

Tina Chambers drove her ice-blue coupe down the sun-baked road, her sunglasses gleaming like the sleek finish of her car. Multi-story vacation hotels rolled past on either side, the bright afternoon light glittering off the ocean beyond them. With the window down, she could smell the salt in the air.

Her short, dark hair rustled in the breeze, her sun-kissed, olive-tinted skin smooth and warm under her short white skirt and button-up blouse. Her ample breasts strained against the thin fabric of her shirt, the seatbelt drawing it even tighter against her supple curves.

She felt sexy, carefree, and in control as she tapped out a tune on the steering wheel, even as she chatted with her sibling on the phone.

"Have I mentioned that I hate you?" Brittany's voice was slightly chipped on the car's speaker system.

Tina's lips quirked upwards. "Twice now, I think."

"Well, I hate you three times over."

The two sisters giggled, the sound bubbling together over the phone connection.

Brittany went on, "Can you at least tell me the internship sucks and your boss at the 'Verve Corter' is a bitch?"

"It's called the 'Verve Couture,'" Tina corrected with a grin. "And the internship sucks, and my boss is a bitch."

"Does it really?"

"No, it's fucking amazing, and my boss is a badass!" Tina laughed.

"You know what? Make it four times. I fucking hate you."

Tina stuck her tongue out as she rolled past a stoplight, turning down the road towards her mother's beachside vacation home."Will you hate me as much when I invite you over to stay for the weekend?"

"My hate will be marginally less, then. Yes."

Still laughing, Tina turned down an increasingly sandy

road, the ocean surf crashing off to her right. The beaches around here were absolutely stunning. This more secluded section of the beach was lined not with hotels but well-appointed houses. Pastel stone walls and arched gates enclosed them, sealing them away from prying eyes.

In the distance, Tina saw the familiar wall surrounding the vacation home belonging to her mom. She'd been there almost two months, but the sight of it still made her stomach flutter with excitement.

"I'm thinking of inviting Chet over as well," she said, pulling up to the gate and entering the code. "Want me to set you up with one of his friends?"

"Aren't all his friends big lunkheads with more muscles than brains?"

Tina did a mental calculation as the gate rolled open. "Yes," she said simply.

"Nice. Get me a pretty one?"

"I know just the boy. He's as cute as he is dumb."

"Awww," Brittany crooned. "You know my type."

Past the open gate, the vacation home had light orange walls and terracotta shingles that blended nicely into the beachfront scenery. It was one of the smallest residences on this affluent stretch of beach, and Tina had liked it all the more because of it. With only four bedrooms spread over two floors, it was nice and cozy compared to some of the gaudier McMansions in the area.

Tina smiled wistfully as she looked over the picturesque home, remembering the good times she'd had in her younger years when her parents would come out on weekends to relax. Tina's mom would make dinner while her dad would play with her and her sister. With the firm keeping him busy throughout the week, it was the only real quality time they had with him.

That had been before the divorce, of course. Before Tina's mom had gotten the vast majority of dad's assets when her dad had flagrantly violated the terms of a hellishly brutal prenup. Before he'd slunk away with his tail between his legs. Before her mom had gone and...

Tina winced as an ache rose in the back of her mind, pulling her thoughts away from the unhappy memory. She rubbed her temples as she drove up the driveway, returning her attention to the happier prospect of her upcoming weekend.

"So you're coming this weekend, right?" she said to her sister as she pulled into the space next to the garage and killed the engine.

"I guess I could squeeze you into my busy schedule," Brittany said with mock reluctance.

"Fab. Bring a bathing suit. It'll be like the old days," Tina said as she took the phone and rose from her sporty blue coup. She paused as she walked by the garage, only then noticing it was open. Her smile faded as she saw what was inside.

A grey sedan, one that was at least a decade older than she was, sat parked inside the garage. On the back was a faded yellow bumper sticker that proclaimed in blocky black letters to, "Honk if You're Horny."

"Oh, jeez," she said with a sigh.

"What?"

"Jerry's here again."

"Oooh," Brittany said, drawing out the sound. "Again, huh? Isn't that, like, the second time this week?"

Tina blinked. Had it been? "Ugh," she groaned. "Maybe. I've lost track."

"Lucky you that he does business on that side of town, huh?" Tina heard her sister snicker over the phone. "He can just check in on you any old time."

"Yeah," Tina said flatly. "Lucky me."

One thing was never in doubt; Jerry was an amazing salesman. Most of the city's affluent families owned yachts or luxury boats, and Jerry was the go-to guy for purchasing them. Of course, when Tina had first met Jerry a year and a half ago, that had meant nothing to her.

When she first laid eyes on him, she only saw a trim, narrow-featured older man with short salt-and-pepper hair and a neat mustache. He was standing on the dock, talking animatedly with Tina's parents. At first glance, she hadn't thought much of him, just one more annoying salesman trying to schmooze his way into her father's wallet.

But as her parents, Charlotte and Roy, turned to examine the fancy yacht Jerry was trying to sell them, she watched the slender man hold back, slipping his hands into the pockets of his navy slacks with a lopsided grin. He caught her staring, and she saw the vibrant green of his eyes in his handsome, ruddy face.

He pulled a coin out of his pocket, and as he did, he gave her a mischievous wink. Tina instantly felt her face go hot. She turned away, rolling he eyes with a huff and pulling her younger sister off to the other side of the dock.

"What's up with that guy?" she said to Brittany.

"With who? That salesman in the neon polo?" Brittany wrinkled her nose. "Looks kinda weird. But Mom and Dad seem to like the boat well enough."

"I guess," Tina muttered, remembering his smiling, confident look and shaking slightly.

"You're thinking of taking Brad out on the ocean and making out with him, aren't you?" her sister asked.

"Shut up," she said with a nervous laugh.

When they went back to see how things were going with their parents, they saw a strange sight. Jerry was chatting with his parents in front of the boat, but as she drew near, she saw that Jerry had his hand raised slightly. It was curled into a fist, and with a steady glinting of light, she watched the salesman walk the coin along his knuckles, skillfully flipping it down one end and back again.

"Now, I think you'll find this baby will buy you just about any experience you might crave. Out on the ocean, you can surrender yourself to the wind and sea, or throw the throttle open and let your cares just drop away."

His words were smooth as silk but came at a cadence that sounded strange to Tina. She noticed the strange look of intense focus on her father's face while her mother seemed fixated on the coin across Jerry's knuckles.

Tina frowned, the whole thing seeming weird as all hell, but as she watched the coin and the flowing tones of Jerry's voice flow over her, she felt a strange lightness come over her. It was as if the coin was slowly becoming the center of the world, a shining point of light that drew her gaze and held it fast.

"Neat trick," Brittany's voice broke through the spell.

The coin abruptly dropped and was caught in Jerry's palm. "Give's me something to do with my hands," he said, giving Brittany the same cheeky wink he had given Tina.

"Well," Tina's father said, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes like a man waking up from a dream. "That's, uh, quite a tempting offer, I have to say..."

His gaze ran over the boat, and Tina thought she saw a glint of confusion there. "Umm... What do you think, Charlotte?"

"I want it..." was all Tina's mother had said, her eyes not leaving Jerry.

Tina felt strange as they all walked together back inside the dealership. Her father sat at a desk with a blonde, busty secretary, slowly filling out several pages of paperwork. At the same time, the charismatic salesman with the shiny coin stayed back and continued a conversation with Tina's mother.

Tina stood with her arms crossed under her breasts as her visibly bored sister played with her phone. She stared at the salesman. Watched the way he looked at his mother. Watched the way she seemed almost transfixed by him, nodding slowly and murmuring replies that Tina couldn't hear.

"I don't trust him," Tina said, remembering how he had winked at her with a strange mix of feelings she couldn't quite place.

"Yeah, I get that," Brittany said with a yawn.

Tina narrowed her gaze as she saw the salesman's eyes flit down every so often to gaze at her mother's chest. The sight made Tina's face grow red all over again, not least because her mother's sizeable bust---like her olive skin, delicate nose, and full lips---were traits both Tina and her sister had inherited.

"I trust him," she repeated. "And I don't like him."

"What's the big deal?" Brittany asked, glancing up from her phone. "You think Mom's gonna run off with some slick boat guy? Really?"

Tina saw the smirk on her sister's face and relaxed a little. "I mean... No, I guess not..."

As it turned out, she wouldn't have to. In four months' time, their father would be out on his ear, their mom would be awarded four-fifths of his assets, and Jerry would be their new stepfather.

Tina entered the beach house that had been her home for the past two months, placing her purse and keys on the dining room table. She moved nonchalantly, but her wandering eyes betrayed her wariness. Annoyance seeped into her features as she beheld the kitchen counter, the bread, lettuce, and ham left in plain view. Jerry seemed chronically incapable of putting things back where he found them, a habit Tina found as gross as it was irritating.

"Jerry?" she sighed, putting away her stepfather's food. "Are you here?"

She walked through the kitchen into the living room, which was dim and empty. Upstairs, she heard the soft hiss of running water and felt a new surge of annoyance.

"Jerry?" she said, stomping up the stairs. She kicked off her sandals as she went, leaving them at the bottom of the stairs.

She could hear the older man's voice, singing an easy tune to himself as the sound of water cut off. Tina's irritation increased. It was already uncomfortable enough that her stepfather would show up unexpectedly and use her space without asking. Now he was taking a shower without asking as well?

She rounded the corner into the upstairs hallway, walking towards the bathroom, which had its door partly ajar. "Jerry, can you--?"

She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her stepfather stood naked in the bathroom, his broad back to her and his buttocks flexing as he toweled his salt and pepper hair dry. He was a tall, slender man with wiry muscle and a slight tan line on his forearms and calves.

Tina's cheeks flushed. She felt a strange, sudden heat filled her belly, her nipples hardening under her blouse. Her body's reaction startled and alarmed her. She was not attracted to Jerry. He was a gross old man over twice her age, nothing like her chiseled, athletic boyfriend, Chet.

Backing quickly away from the bathroom door, Tina's butt bumped against the railing overlooking the foyer. She stifled a gasp, her hands gripping the railing tightly. Moving unsteadily, she made for the stairs but came to a rigid stop when she heard Jerry's smooth, honeyed voice behind her.

"Why, hello there, Little T. How's life in the magazine biz?"

Tina frowned. She hated the stupid nicknames he gave to her and her sister. She wasn't little, and she wasn't a letter. Turning, she found her cheeks growing hot all over as he stood before her with nothing but a towel draped around his waist. She couldn't help but notice how the towel clung to his narrow hips, how it framed his lean thighs.

"Life is fine. Don't you have a yacht to sell?" she said sharply.

He grinned, his mustache twitching. "Can't be selling all the time, can I? What kind of stepdaddy would I be if I didn't check in on my favorite girl?"

"Hmph," Tina crossed her arms over her ample chest as she felt his eyes drift along them. "Is that what you're doing? Because it looks like you've been eating my food and using my water."

Jerry chuckled. "Working man's gotta eat," he said, his eyes lingering on her bust before meeting her gaze. "And I'm certain it's still your mom's food and water. I don't think she'd mind." His grin grew. "After all, she always reminds me to look in on her little girl."

Tina could feel her irritation rising. Jerry was good at getting under her skin. "Well, you've looked in on me. Can you please just--"

"Say, Tina, you been hitting the gym?" Jerry reached out and ran his knuckles along her arm's smooth, tanned skin, chuckling. "You've got more muscle tone than last I saw you."

Patchouli cologne and Jerry's faint musky scent filled her nostrils, tightening her throat. Her nipples throbbed, and she was keenly aware of her stepfather's bare chest and towel-clad lower body.

"Something wrong, Lil' T?" he asked, his fingers brushing against the side of her breast. "Your cheeks are flushed. Feeling feverish?"

"N-no, I'm not sick," Tina said, her breath shallow. "Just...just get dressed, okay? You've checked on me. I'm fine. Y-you can just go on back to selling yachts."

Jerry's grin widened. "I don't know, Little T. You look like a little tense. Your mom gets like that sometimes, you know. She gets all wound up, and I have to take her somewhere nice and quiet to straighten her out."

Tina's stomach lurched as she felt Jerry's thumb slide up to caress the swell of her chest. She yearned to pull to the side. To call him a gross, lecherous old man and demand her leave. But she found she could do neither. It was like her body was paralyzed, unable to pull away from his touch.

Jerry's grin shifted, becoming more sultry, almost sinister.

"I think... I think it's t-time for you t-to... leave..." Tina said in a small, stuttering voice. It took all her will to just get out those words.

"Hmm?" Jerry arched a brow. "Nah, I can't leave, T. We still have to do our..."

The wiry older man hesitated, licking his lips. "Our... family bonding time..."

The words "family bonding time" caused Tina's vision to waver, her thoughts cloudy and unfocused. Her mouth went dry, and her knees trembled. It felt as if she were being pulled down into a warm stream.

"Wha... How... I don't... What did..." Tina groped for her words but couldn't seem to cobble them together into a sentence. She felt her eyes fluttering as she tried to keep her focus. Tried to hold on to some part of herself.

"That's right, my sweet, Little T," Jerry said softly. "Feel it. Embrace it. Let it wash over you."

"Nooo... no, please..." Tina's voice was a moan.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" Jerry said softly. "Don't you remember family bonding time?" The older man chuckled. "No? It's so funny how you keep forgetting our family bonding time."

Each time Jerry spoke the phrase, Tina felt a wave of vertigo and heat wash through her body like she was standing on the edge of a great precipice. It was frightening, exhilarating.

Jerry's towel fell to the floor, revealing his fully erect cock. It was a thick, slightly curved rod with a bulbous head and hard veins along its length. Tina felt her head swim as she beheld it.

"What do you say, Lil' T?" Jerry murmured. "Think we should have family bonding time? Here, why don't we get more comfortable? I just need to hit your off button for a moment..."

Tina could only watch as Jerry raised his extended index finger up to boop her on the nose. And with that single act, her mind was plunged into a warm, welcoming darkness.

When Tina next awoke, it was to the sounds of her own moaning voice.

The pleasure flooded her mind like a wave crashing onto the shore, filling her with bliss and euphoria. A firm, skillful hand was squeezing her breast, the fingers sinking into her flesh and kneading it expertly.

The sensation was electric, more powerful, and intense than ever in her life. And as a finger rose and flicked her achingly hard nipples, the answer came as her eyes focused to find herself in the beach house master bedroom with Jerry next to her on the bed. Her bra was missing, allowing Jerry to grope her full, soft tits freely over the thin fabric of her shirt.

"Oh... Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." Tina's hips bucked upward involuntarily, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. A separate, languid jolt shot up from between her legs, and with a sharp gasp she looked down to see her legs spread. Her shorts were gone to leave her with nothing but her thong.

A thong that had been slid aside to allow her own hand to slide furiously up and down the length of her glistening pussy.

"W-what the fuck...!" Tina's voice was a hoarse gasp. She struggled to remove her hand, but Jerry's voice floated into her ear, silencing her struggles.

"Shh, Lil' T," Jerry crooned with a dark, lustful laugh. "No sense in fighting it. We've already got your body far too well trained. Do you remember now?"

Jerry's other hand snaked around Tina's back to take hold of her other tit, groping both copious orbs as the obscured memories returned in a wave of lewd images and remembered sensations that made her pussy spasm and almost drove her to climax then and there.

"B-bastard..." she moaned as her fingers teased her clit. "I should have t-told Dad you were creeping on MOm, you fucking... ah! O-oh f-f-fuck...!"

She felt her orgasm rising like an impending avalanche, but just as the wave crested, Jerry's voice cut into her mind. It wasn't words spoken but echoing from within her mind.

Good little girls edge.

Instantly, Tina's hand slowed its furious motion, slowing to an agonizing crawl that kept her right at the brink of climax without letting her fall over the edge. She cried out in frustration, her body trembling and shaking with need.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!" she moaned, her eyes wild and pleading. "Pl-please!"

Jerry let out a dark chuckle as he groped his stepdaughter's tits, his hard, thick cock pressed against her side. "You're so cute when you're desperate. But remember, Lil' T: good little girls edge. And you're a very good girl, aren't you?"

"F-fuck you!" Tina spat. Her body was awash with conflicting sensations. She was enraged by Jerry's violation, terrified of how easily he had enslaved her thoughts and will.

But despite the turmoil in her mind, the need between her legs continued to grow, rising like a tide until Tina thought she would burst. And through it all, Jerry's voice echoed from deep within her.

Good little girls edge. Good little girls edge. Good little girls edge.

Slowly, gradually, Tina's hand began to move again, teasing and caressing her slit, edging herself once more. She moaned lewdly, her mind on fire with how good her pussy felt. How good Jerry's hands felt squeezing her breasts.

"That's right," Jerry murmured. "Just give in. Let it happen."

"Hah, n-never," Tina gasped. She was trembling now, her body bathed in sweat. Her hips bucked and ground up and down, her pleasure rising.

But once more, she felt her orgasm rising, her hand slowing and stopping.

"Nooooo...." she said, her body sweaty and aching with frustration and wet, dripping arousal. Her pussy was so slick it was dripping down her thighs and ass.

"You're getting so good, Lil' T," Jerry said, taking her shirt and pulling it up to allow her tits to spill out into the open air. The sensation was so sharp against her sensitized skin that it was almost enough to push her over the precipice.

Almost.

Good little girls edge. Good little girls edge. Good little girls edge.

Over and over, Tina's hand would bring her to the brink, only for her stepfather's insidious words to hold her back. It was maddening, humiliating.

And to her utter horror, she could feel herself losing herself in the pleasure. With every denial, she could feel the warmth and the haze wrapping tighter and tighter around her. She was slipping into a dreamy, warm state that soothed her troubled thoughts. That made her want to give in and let Jerry have his way.

"M-make it stoooop..." Tina moaned as she felt her consciousness ebb away. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, soft and increasingly submissive. "Please..."

"You're doing so well, Lil' T. Just a few more times, and your mind will be nice and ready." As he spoke, Jerry pulled at Tina's nipples. The pain melted in with the pleasure, her body tingling with electricity.

"Oh god..."

"And you remember what we're getting your squishy little brain ready for, don't you?"

Tina mewled and whimpered because she very much did. It made her desperately want to stop, but she couldn't remember how to even try to. "Whyyyy..."

"Oooh," Jerry said softly as one hand slowly snaked down to caress Tina's autonomously jilling fingers. "I just couldn't help myself, Little T. I told myself I'd be able to content myself with your mother. I was able to break Charlotte down into such a lovely, obedient little toy, and yet..."

He laughed, his hand slowly teasing Tina's sopping slit. "I'd see you and your sister every morning with these massive, perfect titties just like your mother's, and, well... I resisted as long as I could, Tina. I really did..."

With torturous slowness, Jerry slid two fingers into Tina's dripping pussy, causing her back to arch and her body to tremble. "But I just can't stand to not have you as my little stepdaughter fuck-toy."

Jerry's fingers curled inside Tina, hitting her G-spot. Her body writhed, and her hands pressed down on her clit. She was on the cusp of climax, so close she could taste it. Could feel it on her tongue.

"We remember what we have to do to get to cum, don't we?" Jerry whispered into her ear. "What do we have to become?"

Tears of complete and utter need rolled down Tina's cheeks. She did. She did remember.

And she didn't care.

"Please... I want it..." she moaned as she felt Jerry's fingers tease her inside and out. Her mind was on fire, her thoughts scattered to the wind. All that remained were the memories of countless denied orgasms and a desperate, aching need.

There was a wet sound as Jerry withdrew his fingers, his other hand rising to take Tina gently by the neck. "I thought so. In that case, my sweet little girl, we can get to the real training..."

Holding her neck, Jerry pushed his pleasure-slicked fingers into Tina's mouth, making her suck and lick his digits clean. She moaned around them, already feeling the first effects working at her mind just from Jerry's fingers from the sensation of it sliding over her tongue.

Tina's mind was so hazy. So degraded. So pliable. She could feel that dark conditioning Jerry had programmed into her at some point before all this. Programmed into her in preparation for all this...

Jerry extracted his fingers, and before she could take a breath, her stepfather brought her head down slowly but inexorably toward his own massive, throbbing erection. Her eyes grew wider as she realized what was about to happen.

"Don't be shy, my sweet Lil' T," Jerry crooned. "Good little girls suck. Suck until their brain turns to mush."

Tina moaned as the tip of Jerry's cock slipped into her mouth. It was huge and musky and filled her mind with warmth and compliance.

Good little girls suck. Good little girls suck. Good little girls suck.

Slowly, carefully, she took the whole length of her stepfather's cock into her mouth, inch by inch, until she had buried her face into his neatly shaved crotch. She felt his cockhead twitch at the back of her mouth.

"Oh god," Jerry moaned as he took Tina's head in his hands. "That's a good little girl..."

She was moaning, her mind hazy with warm pleasure. This was what she was, what good little girls did.

Her head began to rise, rise, then fall again. Her lips slid dutifully up and down Jerry's thick shaft. Her hands moved automatically to fondle his heavy balls and stroke his cock, lubing it with her saliva until it glistened.

"That's right," Jerry moaned. "Work that cock. Work that cock like a good, obedient little daughter fuck-toy."

Suck. Suck. Suck.

Tine felt her mind-warping. Felt the very core of herself molding and bending to Jerry's will.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

How many times had he done this to her? Fucked her mind with his cock. Used his manhood to reshape who she was. Reshape her personality right out from under her. She could vaguely remember him whispering in her ear. Speaking hypnotic commands that sank like stones into her brain.

Suck. Suck. Suck.

She didn't care anymore. It felt too good.

Good girls suck. Good girls edge.

She wanted it. Needed it.

Good girls transform themselves for Daddy.

She was bobbing faster now, her lips making obscenely wet sounds as they slid up and down his dick. She could feel the precum leaking out of his cockhead and dripping down her chin.

"Good, Lil' T. Very good," Jerry said. "You're almost ready. Ready for the next phase of our little project."

Good girls obey. Good girls break.

Tina moaned as she felt something start to slip inside her. Something powerful and alien and deeply wrong.

"Oh, yeah, Little T. That's it. Right there... Just. Like. That..." Jerry's breath was becoming ragged now, his hips bucking into her face in time with his words. "Just like Daddy's obedient little fuck-toy..."

Suck. Suck. Suck.

Obey. Obey. Obey.

The conditioning infecting her brain triggered over and over again, her mind-fucked psyche unable to withstand the barrage. She felt the changes working on her. Felt herself growing smaller, pliable. Losing more and more control.

Good girls obey. Good girls transform themselves for Daddy. Good girls break.

Jerry's pace was increasing now, his hips bucking into Tina's face as he thrust his cock in and out of her sucking, slurping mouth. Each time she felt him press against the back of her throat, her pussy would pulse with need and release another flood of dripping arousal onto the sheets.

She couldn't get the image of Jerry's thick, veiny cock sliding straight into her brain. Changing it. Warping it.

Corrupting it.

He's fucking my mind away. He's fucking my mind away...

Jerry groaned, his body shuddering as he held Tina's head firmly, his cock bottoming out inside her as he began to cum. She gagged but kept bobbing, her body now purely an instrument for her stepfather's pleasure.

Good girls obey. Good girls suck. Good girls suck Daddy over and over.

"Swallow," Jerry ordered breathlessly. "Drink my cum like the good girl you are, Tina."

Good girls love the taste of Daddys cream.

Tina swallowed, gulping load after load of Jerry's thick, salty seed. The older man let out a long, satisfied sigh as Tina drained the final drops from his spent cock.

"Oh, my sweet Lil' T," Jerry murmured as he stroked Tina's hair, slowly pulling his cock from her mouth. "I'm so proud. You've come so, so far."

Tina giggled, a silly smile on her face. She felt so good. So blissfully empty. "Daddy..." she cooed, shivering at the dirty thoughts rising up in place of whatever had once been her. She felt lewd and perverted and submissive down to her very core.

"Mmmmm.... Daddy.... Daddy..." She rolled languidly over onto her back, her legs spreading wantonly as one hand snaked down to find the glistening mess of her sex. "I feel so gooood...."

Jerry smiled, his cock stiffening again at the sight of his obedient little girl masturbating for him. "So I see, Lil' T. And I want so badly to keep you just like this, but we both know you have to go back for now."

Tina pouted, her fingers working her wet folds and circling her clit. "Awww, but I want to stay..."

"I know, baby girl," Jerry said soothingly. He leaned over Tina, running his tongue along her taut stomach and kissing his way up her belly and chest. "But you know how it works. You know how it has to be."

Tina let out a lewd, writhing moan as his lips closed around her nipple, flicking the sensitive nub back and forth with his tongue, the hairs of his mustache teasing her sensitive skin.

"Yes..." she breathed. "Yes, Daddy. I know."

She was dimly aware of the hypnosis Jerry was still weaving of the conditioning still working its way through her mind. But she didn't care. He had taken away her resistance and replaced it with need and pleasure, with obedience and submission.

"Very good, Lil' T. Now, when I boop that cute nose of yours, what will happen?"

A shiver ran through Tina's body as she remembered, making her bountiful tits jiggle."I'm gonna cum until I pass out, and when I wake up, I won't remember any of this."

Jerry nodded. "But what will remember?"

Tina's hands moved to squeeze her full, heavy tits. "My body remembers..."

Jerry's grin widened. "Just so," he said softly. "Your body remembers, and you will continue our family bonding time each time we meet. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Daddy," Tina breathed. "It's all right here." She pointed to her head. "And right here," her fingers slid down to trace slow circles around her dripping slit.

Jerry reached down and ran his hand along his recovering cock. "Good. Now, Tina..."

Tina was shaking. She had been on the edge of an orgasm since before this conversation had started, and she was desperate for relief. She just wanted to let go and lose herself. To not have to think anymore. And then Jerry tapped her nose with his index finger...

BOOP

Tina's eyes rolled back, and her body bucked and spasmed on the bed, her mouth opening wide in a soundless scream of release. She had never cum this hard in her life. The intensity only rose as another orgasm ignited before the first one had even finished. She felt her pussy squirting with wet heat, and felt her juices soaking the bed below her.

Through it all, Jerry's conditioning held her memories, feelings, and experiences sinking deep down into herself. The utter intensity seared away some of her old self, and with insidious subtlety, another piece of Jerry's changes integrated with her psyche.

Good little girls obey.

Good little girls can't resist Daddy's big, powerful cock.

Good little girls need Daddy's cum.

Tina's face contorted in ecstasy, her lips twisting into a manic grin. The orgasms continued to roll through her like waves on a stormy sea. She wasn't even aware she was cumming anymore or that Jerry had gotten off the bed and was already putting his clothes back on.

"Daddy's good girl," Jerry whispered in Tina's ear before turning to leave. Tina's shuddering, climaxing body barely registered his words. She had gone limp, her pussy still pulsing and gushing from the relentless climaxes that scrubbed her mind clean.