PinkCulture

“What the fuck?  What is going on?  Have I completely lost it?”
As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.
[Installing files.  1% done…]
As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases.  […2%...3%...4%...]
I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.
“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”
[…12%...13%...14%...]
Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations.  In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.
The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind.  I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.
Nope, the first is out.
The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions.  Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it.  The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.
The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]
The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…
The third possibility … is that I gained a system.  I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]
Fuck…

TAGS:  Mind control, manipulation, corruption, sleep sex, rape, blackmail, oyakodon

Perverted Daddy System

Katie immediately starts moving again up and down on my cock and soon her moanings resound once more inside the room until Hope comes out with another dress.  This time I don't tell my horny slave to stop, but I tell Hope instead to move to the side so I can see her better without disturbing her mother's fun.


My little chipmunk is now wearing a round-necked pink sweater with a white shirt underneath and a knee-length black skirt with red hibiscus on it.  Black stockings again and black low-heel suede shoes complete the ensemble.  Sigh… the sweater hides her lovely breasts and the skirt is the pleated type that shows not even an inch of her contours.  God give me strength…


"It looks very nice on you, honey!  Turn around and let me see it from behind."


Hope does as I request and I mentally sigh.  Even her perky little ass has been obliterated by this Victorian abortion of a dress!


PDS – Chapter 54 – Dresses are for women, lingerie is for men