I was certain I could feel Daddy’s sperm impregnating my egg, forming a daughter as I drifted through the rapture. Juices flooded down my thighs. But it was just so easy. My small breasts jiggled. A wimpy cuckold! My mom held a glass of water to my lips. Who would spank me first? “And what happens to bad girls?”
“They’re punished by their parents,” I whimpered. I deserved to be spanked so hard for being a bad girl. The more I used my powers, the easier it became. and… “You were gone for a half-hour,” Aunt Louisa said, such an envious smile on her lips. They danced and swirled before me as I swayed, my shoulders burning, my wrists pulling on the restraint. “Just making every girl into a submissive slut like you.”
“Yep,” I said, loving my power. The heat seared me with such wondrous agony. The agony flowed into rapture. My pussy drank in more agony. They needed to be pierced. The rage boiling through me evaporated in a moment.
