Daddy Fucked Me While I Was Mind Controlled

by Amber FoxxFire

It was a chilly Friday night, and I had just returned from my job at the local library. It was the end of a long and tiring week, and I was looking forward to relaxing with my dad.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I could see my dad standing over the stove, cooking dinner. He smiled as he saw me walk in.

"Hey, sweetie. How was your day?" He asked, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Good, a bit tiring. What's for dinner?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs. I figured we could both use a good carb-load."

I nodded and grabbed my tea that daddy had set out for me. As I took a sip, he gave me a concerned look.

"Sweetie, you've been looking a bit tired lately. Are you getting enough sleep?"

"Not really, no." I admitted. "I've been working overtime to save up for the trip to Europe next month. You know it's been my dream ever since I turned 18."

"That sounds like fun. How much longer are you planning on staying?"

"Probably a few more hours. There's no way I'm leaving until everything's done."

"Don't overwork yourself, okay? It's not worth it."

I nodded, taking another sip of tea. As I did, I felt a slight twinge of pain in the back of my head.

"Sweetie, can you grab the spices for me, please? They're on the top shelf."

"Sure, dad." I replied. I was still reeling from the sudden headache. I went to the cabinet and stretched up on my tiptoes to reach the top shelf.

I was barely able to grab the small container of spices, but when I did, my grip faltered, and I dropped them on the floor.

I watched as the small plastic jar bounced on the tile, the cap popping off and rolling away. Suddenly, the smell of spices filled the air, and I started to feel very light-headed.

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