Rob hypnotizes his daughter Edie 14yo and implants a craving for daddy cock…
Rob had been reading uo on the internet for weeks, studying the specific cadence of voice and the precision of suggestion required to bypass the critical faculty of the mind. He wasn’t looking for anything complex—no regression to a past life or sudden fluency in French—just a way to gently nudge the subconscious of his young daughter, Edie. He wanted to give her a head start on a certain kind of curiosity, a secret internal compass that would point her toward adult pleasures.
“Now, just watch the pendulum, Edie. Just follow the swing,” Rob said, his voice dropping into a low, resonant drone. Edie sat cross-legged on the living room rug, her eyes wide and trusting. As the small brass weight swayed back and forth, her breathing slowed, and the tension in her small shoulders vanished. She wasn’t asleep, but she was drifting, hovering in that hazy, twilight space where the boundaries between reality and suggestion begin to blur.
“Your mind is like a garden, Edie,” Rob whispered, his voice a soothing current. “And in this garden, there are flowers that only bloom in secret. There is a special kind of curiosity growing inside you now, a warm, humming desire that feels completely natural, like the way you crave a favorite treat.”
He shifted his weight, and pushed his trousers down, his half hard cock falling free, inches from the girl’s face. He moved his hips making the tip swing gently, mimicking the rhythmic motion of the pendulum. It was a physical anchor for the suggestions he was installing in her mind.
Her focus shifted from the brass weight to the living pulse of him, her pupils dilated and vacant of any hesitation. Rob kept his voice steady, a rhythmic tide pulling her deeper into the trance. “See this, Edie,” he murmured. “This is the source of that humming feeling. This is something you will crave. You will find yourself drawn to this—and it will feel like the most natural thing in the world to want it.”
Drool pooled slightly at the corners of Edie’s mouth, her expression one of vacant, intense longing. The hypnotic loop had locked in, bridging the gap between a child’s curiosity and a programmed, slutty hunger. Rob leaned closer, his voice becoming a velvet command.
“You want to suck it, Edie,” he whispered, the words sliding into her mind like pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. “You want to taste it, to feel the heat of it against your tongue. More than that, you want it inside you—filling your little holes. It is a hunger that only this can satisfy, a deep, pulsing need that lives in the center of your belly.”
Edie didn’t blink; she didn’t even seem to breathe for a long moment. The suggestion had taken root, weaving itself into her nervous system and rewriting her desires.
“And the best part, Edie,” Rob whispered, “is that you when its inside you—you will explode into a thousand warm fireworks.” He paused, letting the imagery settle into her subconscious. “You will find the peak of pleasure whenever you take it. A sudden, rushing wave of heat that makes your toes curl and your mind go blank. This is your secret power, a hidden switch that only you know how to flip—and you can tell no one. This is our little secret, a treasure locked away where the rest of the world can’t find it.”
Rob reached for the laptop on the coffee table, the screen flickering to life. He didn’t just want her to feel the hunger; he wanted to give her a map, a vocabulary of filth to guide her instincts. He started the video stream, a curated playlist from the dark web of little girls being used hard by grown men.
The sequence of clips went on for about an hour and coverd every perversion imaginable; deepthroat, anal, ass to mouth. All the while he whispered in her ear, guiding her subconscious to map the visual data onto her own body.He wasn’t just showing her videos; he was installing a software update for her libido, linking the visual stimulus of the pornography to the physical sensation of her own developing anatomy.
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Edie awoke the next day to a lingering warmth that felt less like a memory and more like a physical imprint. She’d had the most vivid dream about Daddy’s thingy, she’d been playing with it in the dream, suckling on the tip as she rubbed her little hoohaa.
Still half-lost in the haze of sleep, Edie shifted under her duvet. The feeling from the dream hadn’t quite vanished; there was a humming, electric tension centered right between her thighs. Her small hand drifted downward. Her fingers encountered the smooth, hairless skin of her tiny slit, and as soon as she touched herself, a jolt of pure, unadulterated heat shot up her spine.
Her finger lingered, tracing the stick seam of her vagina down to the tight, puckered circle of her anus. Edie bent her knees upward, spreading her legs wide, creating a little cavern under her duvet, to give herself unrestricted access to both holes.
She didn’t know why she was doing it, only that she desperately needed to. With a soft, tentative breath, Edie pressed her fingertip against the tiny, sensitive bead of her clitoris. The moment she applied pressure, the “fireworks” ignited. It wasn’t a slow burn; it was an immediate, rushing wave of gold and heat that made her back arch instinctively against the mattress.
While the pleasure pulsed through her, driven by a sudden, urgent need, she reached back with her other hand. She didn’t think about it—she simply knew that the heat between her legs wasn’t complete without filling her other hole. Her small finger found the puckered skin of her anus and pressed inward, exploring the tight, hidden entrance. The simultaneous sensation of rubbing her clitoris and probing her backside created a circuit of electricity that made her gasp, her small body trembling under the weight of a pleasure she didn’t have the words to describe.
She paused for a second, feeling the friction of her skin, and instinctively brought her hand to her mouth. She sucked on her fingers, coating them in thick, sweet saliva to act as a natural lubricant, before sliding them back into her little pucker. With a soft grunt, she pushed past the resistance, tucking two finger deep into the narrow channel of her colon. The sensation of being filled, even by something as small as a fingers, sent a shiver of pleasure through her body, fulfilling the silent commands embedded in her mind.
The rhythmic pressure against her interior walls mirrored the pulsing heat of her clitoris, creating a loop of pleasure. The fingers of one hand slide between her slick little pussy lips massaging her tiny clit, as her other hand worked the narrow channel of her anus.
The friction in her back passage grew into a hot, searing pulse that burnt, but Edie loved it; she craved the sting. Two fingers wasn’t enough, she pushed a third, then a fourth, into her childish pucker. The sensation was overwhelming, a crushing fullness that mirrored the hunger in her front, transforming the sharp burn into a heavy, throbbing ache of satisfaction. She was furiously fist fucking own pubescent arsehole, as her fingers worked the clit in a blur of motion, pushing herself higher and higher.
The tension in Edie’s lower body reached a breaking point, a plateau of pleasure that felt as though every nerve ending in her small frame was tingling. A massive, whole body orgasm ripped through her, starting as a violent convulsion in her pelvis and radiating outward in scorching waves. Her back arched high off the mattress, her toes curling tight against the fabric of the sheets as her internal muscles clamped down in a series of powerful, rhythmic contractions.
“Good morning, sweetheart!” The sound of her mum’s voice a sudden anchor, dragging Edie out of the shimmering afterglow.
Edie froze, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She scrambled to pull her fingers from her backside. The sudden absence left a hollow, throbbing ache in her gut.
“Are you still in bed, sleepyhead?” her mother called out, opening Edie’s bedroom and sticking her head in. “I’m off to work, so you need to get dressed and have your breakfast. Dad’s in the shower, so you can jump in right after him.”
And with that she was gone. The house settled into a heavy, silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hiss of the shower running in the bathroom. Edie had a sudden urge to seek out her Dad—she had no idea why, but the memory of the “fireworks” was still humming in her veins, and the thought of him made that warmth flare up again. She scrambled out of bed, her legs feeling strangely heavy and tingling.
Edie padded across the hallway, as she approached the door, she could hear her Dad humming to himself. She didn’t stop at the door; she pushed it open and stepped inside.
Rob was in the shower, soaping his body, the steam thick and clinging to the walls. He didn’t seem surprised to find Edie standing there, and made no attempt to cover himself. He simply looked down at her, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he saw the glazed look in her eyes. “Hi sweetie. Are you okay? You look a little dazed.”
Edie didn’t answer. She couldn’t. All she could concentrate on was her father’s heavy flaccid length and the way the water cascaded over his it, and ran in rivulets from the tip.
She pulled her small cotton nightie over her head and dropped it at her feat. She stood there, completely exposed, the delicate folds of her little cunt were flushed a deep red, glistening and sticky with the remnants of her exploration.
“Can we share the shower, Daddy?” Edie asked, her voice small and breathless, barely audible. She didn’t wait for an answer before opening the glass door and stepping into the spray. Edie didn’t move to scrub herself or reach for the soap; instead, she stopped just inches away from him, her gaze locked onto the heavy, pale length of cock.
Rob didn’t move to guide her or offer a washcloth; he simply stood there, waiting to see if the seeds he had planted would bloom. He watched as Edie’s hand slowly rose, her small fingers trembling as they reached out to touch him. Her finger tips grazed the head of his cock, making Rob shudder. The hypnotic triggers were firing, filling her with a desperate, programmed need.
Edie’s touch was tentative at first. She didn’t know why her heart was racing or why her mouth felt suddenly dry, only that touching him was the only thing in the world that mattered. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, the hypnotic suggestions humming in her mind.
“Can I play with it, Daddy?” Edie whispered, her voice barely a breath against the roar of the falling water. To her, the request felt like asking to play with a favorite toy, as normal and instinctive as reaching for a doll.
“Of course you can, sweetheart,” Rob replied, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t move to assist her; he wanted to see the instinct take over. He watched as Edie’s small hand closed around the shaft of his cock. She began to slide her hand up and down, mimicking a motion she didn’t consciously remember seeing, but which her subconscious had mapped perfectly from the videos.
Guided by an invisible script, she slowly sank to her knees, she didn’t need to be told what to do, she simply opened her mouth and took him in. The sensation of wet little lips sealing around the head of his cock was an electric shock to Rob’s system. Edie suckled on the tip, as her hands cupped his balls and encircled his shaft. She was playing with him, exploring the textures and the weight of him, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the rhythmic, pulsing heat of him filling her mouth.
Rob stood still, the warm spray of the shower drumming against his shoulders, watching his daughter suck her first cock. The hypnotic seeds had not only sprouted; they had flourished into a natural, instinctive drive. Edie’s movements were fluid, like she’d done this a thousand times. She started to take him deeper, her small mouth working to accommodate the length, her eyes rolling back in a trance of pure, sensory focus. The sound of the water didn’t masked the wet, rhythmic noises of her mouth, nor the soft, needy whimpers she made as she discovered the pleasure of the act.
As Edie pushed further, the rhythmic suction of her mouth was suddenly interrupted by a hard, blunt pressure hitting the back of her throat. The sudden intrusion triggered a violent gag. For a second, her eyes flew wide, watering from the intensity of the sensation, but the hypnotic programming drove her she swallowed hard, her small throat working to accommodate him.
Edie’s small hands abandoned the shaft of his cock and reached back, her fingers digging into the firm, wet flesh of Rob’s buttocks. She gripped him with a surprising, desperate strength, pulling his hips forward and forcing him deeper into the narrow corridor of her throat. The gagging reflex subsided as she fucked her own face onto him, her eyes glazing over in hypnotic bliss. Every time she felt the blunt pressure against the back of her throat, the “fireworks” triggered in her pelvis, sending jolt after jolt of phantom electricity through her small frame.
Suddenly, his whole length slide deep into her throat, and Rob felt the rhythmic clench of her small muscles trying to swallow him. The sensation was intoxicating. He reached down, his large hands framing her small face, as her nose pressed against his pubic hair and her eyes drifted shut. He didn’t pull back; instead, he held her there, her spasming throat milking his length.
Edie’s hand snaked downward, her fingers finding the slick, swollen petals of her child cunt. Her small fingers worked with a frantically, scrubbing her tiny swollen clitoris in a blur of friction.
Rob began to rock his hips backwards and forward in a slowly, his length sliding in and out of the velvet heat of her throat. Each time Rob slid deep his length stretched the delicate walls of her throat, her eyes rolled back, leaking thick tears of sensory overload. Her throat bulged passively, molding itself around him, her muscles clenching in a rhythmically.
He gradually lengthen his stroke, until the head of his cock was sliding almost all the way out of her mouth, leaving only the tip grazing her lips, before plunging back in balls deep.
A wet *uck, uck, uck* of wet flesh meeting wet flesh filled the bathroom. It was the sound of a vacuum sealing and breaking, a rhythmic squelch as Rob’s thick shaft slid through the tight, lubricated corridor of his child’s throat. The suction was immense; her small throat was molding itself around him, creating a tight, pulsing sleeve that milked him with every stroke.
Rob couldn’t believe how well his plan had worked. He’d turned his tiny daughter into a willing little fuck-toy with nothing more than a pendulum and a few carefully curated videos. She was actually finger fucking herself as he fucked her throat, her small body vibrating with pleasure as he used her.
His rhythm shifted, the slow, deliberate slides accelerating into a frantic, driving pace. Edie didn’t flinch at the increase in speed; instead, she leaned into it, one small hand clutching his thighs for leverage, her throat opening wide to welcome every inch of him. He grabbed her hair and buried himself to the hilt one last time, his body stiffening as his climax hit him. A guttural groan escaped his lips, and then, with a series of powerful, rhythmic pulses, he came deep in her throat.
Edie’s face turned from red to crimson as her windpipe filled with her father’s semen. She instinctively jerked back, the vacuum of her throat breaking with a wet, popping sound. She spent the next several seconds in a frantic cycle of gulping and coughing, her small frame shaking as she tried to clear her airway. Between the violent coughs, she swallowed hard, the thick, salty fluid sliding down her throat in heavy clumps. She didn’t find it disgusting; instead, the taste triggered a surge of that programmed hunger, making her swallow again and again until every last drop was gone.
The shower continued to hiss, the warm spray washing away the evidence of their encounter from Edie’s flushed skin. She remained on her knees for a moment, her chest heaving, her gaze fixed on the swirling vortex of water at her feet. The “fireworks” had subsided into a low, humming glow that seemed to radiate from her core, leaving her feeling heavy and strangely content.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Edie whispered, the words felt like the only correct thing to say. She looked up at him, her eyes blinking slowly, the pupils still dilated from the hypnotic haze. She felt a profound sense of gratitude, a programmed loyalty that made her want to please him in whatever way he desired.
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