Freud Photo Studio

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Author: Flying Pig

Chapter 1 Work Photo

Catherine's eyes kept scanning the shops along the street, her gaze sweeping across the entire bustling street, but her feet
never stopped. Photo studio, photo studio, photo studio, photo studio, photo studio... Damn it, photo studios
are everywhere normally, but when you really need them, they all disappear!

This is the busiest street near the company. It's almost 6 o'clock, and the flow of people leaving work is shoulder to shoulder, hurrying along
. It's the busy time of day, with the streetlights just coming on and the noise of people filling the air. Catherine, however, has no interest in admiring the beautiful scenery on the street and in the shop windows
. Her daughters should be out of school soon, and she needs to rush home to make dinner.

Catherine remembers, that's right, there it is! She hurriedly turned and ran towards a small alley, then turned right
into a dilapidated side street, where she saw an inconspicuous sign: "Freud Photo Studio". It was a name she'd noticed when she and
a friend ate Chinese food nearby. A strange name—wasn't Freud a psychologist?
What did he have to do with photography? Catherine remembered it, and, secretly praising her amazing memory, she
headed towards the photo studio.

The door was ajar. Catherine creaked open the old-fashioned wooden door and was immediately taken aback.
A huge photograph greeted her. It showed a handsome young man with a cool, aloof expression. His features were
sharply defined, with a high nose, long, thin lips pressed tightly together in a half-smile. His side-parted hair obscured
half his face, revealing striking eyes—so clear and distinct, especially those dark pupils, seemingly
endless yet gleaming in the dim light.

Catherine's heart skipped a beat. Something stirred within her, and she felt a sudden weakness. This man
was so captivating; she was speechless. She shook her head, as if trying to shake off such unrealistic thoughts:
What age is she to be acting like this? Catherine cleared her throat, "Is the boss in?" A strange sense of anticipation welled up inside her.

The curtain on the right side of the room was lifted, revealing the young man who looked exactly like the person in the photograph.
His expression wasn't as cold; he smiled politely, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

Catherine secretly observed him. He was probably 27 or 28 years old, of medium height but well-proportioned, appearing rather
slender. His smile was gentle and polite, like a ray of warm sunshine, dispelling the gloom from before. Her goodwill
towards him grew even stronger.

"Miss?" the young man asked politely again.

Catherine snapped out of her daze and smiled sheepishly. "Do you take ID photos here?"

The young man maintained his smile. "Yes, it's 20 yuan, and you can pick it up the next day. We also have ID snapshots,
which you can pick up in 30 minutes, but they're a bit more expensive, 30 yuan."

"I need them now, just ID snapshots, three 1-inch photos and three 2-inch photos."

"Sure, please come with me to the workroom."

Catherine followed him into the back room, which was much darker and simply equipped. A camera
connected faced a chair and a screen behind it, with a spotlight as the only light source. Strangely,
there was a huge double bed in one corner of the room, completely out of place with the work environment.

"He probably has a girlfriend, maybe he does those things here..." Catherine guessed wildly.

Noticing Catherine's attention on the bed, the young man couldn't help but explain, "I often
work , so I bought an old bed. But old furniture is hard to find, so I have to luxuriously sleep in a double bed."

Catherine complimented, "Work must be tough; no job is easy. My name is
Catherine . And yours, sir?"

The young man said, "Just call me Joseph, miss. Please sit down and help me adjust the camera."

Catherine sat down as instructed. It was surprisingly comfortable,
as ; every part of her body felt soothed by the chair, and the fatigue of a long day
slowly dissipated. She never expected this secluded photo studio to have such high-class chairs; even the most upscale
photo studios didn't have them.

Joseph adjusted the camera, directing Catherine to look at the lens.

"Miss, look here."

"Do you see a red light?"

"Yes, that's it. Slowly turn your head to follow it. Don't move your body!"

Catherine felt a soft red light shine into her eyes. It wasn't dazzling at all, but rather warm and
comfortable, as if she were soaking in a bath of just the right temperature, slowly cleansing her entire soul... her entire
mind...

"You see it. Just keep looking at it like that, don't blink. Please turn your eyes left and right to follow it, slowly
concentrate, and let's film it in one take."

Catherine felt increasingly drowsy, but she still followed Joseph's words, staring intently at the red light.

Joseph's smile had faded, his expression growing colder, though his voice remained kind: "Look at
the red light . I know you're tired, I know you're sleepy, but you must keep looking at the red light. You must
fight the urge to sleep with all your might, but the red light is so gentle, you increasingly want to sleep within it, don't you?
The feeling of resisting sleep is so uncomfortable, and sleeping in this chair is so comfortable. Your mind seems to be split in two,
one half wanting to sleep, the other wanting to be awake. The part of you wanting to be awake is so annoying. Now, listen to me count, from
100 to 1. With each number subtracted, the red light becomes stronger, the urge to sleep grows stronger, and the urge to be awake grows
weaker. When you reach 0, the urge to be awake will disappear, and you will enter the deepest sleep." "

100, 99, 98, 97…" Joseph slowly and deeply counted the numbers.
Lynn 's shoulders relaxed, her head swayed slightly, her eyelids blinked rapidly, and her mouth babbled indistinctly, following
Joseph's every move.

"50, 49, 48, 47..." Catherine stopped blinking, her eyelids drooping slightly, still
staring at the red light, her expression blank and innocent. Her limbs felt weak, and her head slumped heavily against the chair back.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" Catherine deflated like a punctured doll, her head instantly tilting to one
side, her eyes and lips tightly closed, yet her expression was incredibly relaxed, and one could almost hear her soft snoring.
If it weren't for the chair's design, she would have already slid to the floor.

Joseph displayed the same expression as in the photograph, cold yet alluring. He thought of how beautiful and lovely Catherine was
, and his lower body instantly became strong and hot.

Now that his prey had fallen into the trap, he might as well enjoy it. With this mindset, Joseph
stepped forward and slowly examined the beautiful woman.

Catherine was probably in her early thirties, but she was very well-maintained, showing few signs of age and
displaying the best charm of a mature woman. She was a typical blonde beauty, her bright yellow hair curling and cascading
over her shoulders, making her fair and full face even more alluring. Her long, curled eyelashes seemed to still tremble slightly,
though her azure eyes were no longer visible. Following her small but straight nose down were her luscious, red lips.
Her lips were so full and protruding, slightly large on the face of a young girl, but against this mature beauty,
they possessed a fatal allure, making one imagine her sucking on an ice cream.

Catherine, dressed in a gray-blue business suit, paired with her black-rimmed glasses, gave off
the air of a shrewd and capable businesswoman. However, the dull work clothes couldn't conceal Catherine's stunning figure, her curves exuding
mature femininity. What excited Joseph most were Catherine's magnificent breasts and large buttocks. "Probably a
D-cup," Joseph guessed. From the side of the suit, he could see an alluring deep cleavage, and the deep red
areolas were faintly visible beneath her black bra, a tempting sight. Further down, her long, beautiful legs were
tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, without a trace of excess fat, smooth and delicious to the touch.

Joseph suppressed his excitement, slowly leading his beautiful prey deeper into the trap.

"Miss, can you hear my voice? Nod if you can."

Catherine's head moved slightly, then remained in a deep sleep.
"Miss, what is your name?"
"Catherine." Her voice was low, almost a whisper.
"Very good, Catherine. Now listen quietly to what I have to say next."

Joseph continued in a calm and authoritative voice. "You are sleeping very deeply and comfortably right now, but you are
sitting in a chair, and you want a big bed where you can lie down and completely relax. This big bed will have the softest
mattress, the warmest blankets, and the lightest pillows. You want it, don't you?"

Catherine nodded again, seemingly muttering something.

"Now you are facing a staircase leading deep underground. At the end is the bed you desire
. You can only go down if I snap my fingers. There are 100 steps in the staircase. With each step you take, the more you crave
that big bed, the more you want to lie down comfortably. But you can't run there; you must slowly go down. When you reach the top of the stairs,
you will immediately lie down on that bed, feel incredibly comfortable, and
enter . Do you understand? Just nod."

Catherine nodded weakly again.

"Snap!" Joseph snapped his fingers. Catherine immediately began to rhythmically and gently shake her head.
After about two minutes, she stopped moving and returned to her previous lifeless state.

Joseph knew that without his help, she would continue sleeping like this.

"Catherine, Catherine, can you hear me?"

"Yes." Catherine parted her lips slightly, her voice almost inaudible.

"Who am I?"

"The photographer."

"No, I am the god in your dream."

"The god in my dream?" Catherine's voice was soft but full of doubt.

"Yes, the god in my dream. Don't you feel incredibly comfortable? This is a gift from God. If
you are obedient, God will give you even more happiness."

"God will give me even more happiness."

Joseph's hands began to slowly roam over Catherine's body, slipping inside her blouse and
gently kneading her breasts. Catherine's breasts slowly warmed, and her nipples gradually hardened.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Comfortable..." Catherine murmured.

"Remember, I am the god in your dreams. God will give you happiness. Listen to God's words, and you will
receive even more happiness. You are God's effort, everything you have belongs to God—your body, your soul. You
are willing to give everything to God in exchange for happiness." Joseph slowly increased the intensity of his caresses, tracing
circles on Catherine's chest.

"You are the god in my dreams…God will give you happiness…Listen to God's words…Listen to God's words and you will receive
even more happiness…Ahhh, I am God's slave…Ah, everything I have belongs to God, ahhhhhh,
my body, my soul, I am willing to give everything to God in exchange for happiness. Ahhhhhhhh
…" Catherine's panting grew louder, involuntarily repeating along with Joseph.

Joseph made Catherine repeat her words, one hand slowly sliding down to her lower abdomen, reaching the
dense, dark forest, feeling a warm and moist sensation.

"Do you want more happiness?"

"Yes!" Catherine answered without hesitation, panting.

"You will gain a more acute sense of touch from God's fingers. But you must come up with a reason to disobey God;
the one that makes you sad and unable to experience pleasure. To receive the pleasure God gives, you must
immediately discard it from your mind, and you will feel double the pleasure. Until you are certain that you can no longer
think of any reason to become God's slave, you will experience the greatest orgasm since birth." Joseph said,
inserting two fingers into Catherine's vagina.

Catherine's face was flushed, and although her body could not move, it twitched slowly with her panting,
as if enduring immense pleasure. Seeing her brows furrow and relax, Joseph gradually increased
the speed of his finger thrusts, causing the vaginal fluids to make obscene sounds.

When Joseph added another finger, Catherine almost writhed off the chair.
Suddenly she cried out, a surge of heat gushing from her vagina, which tightly gripped Joseph's hand as her body
convulsed, reaching its climax. Catherine's tense expression relaxed, but the flush on her face and her trembling
body betrayed her recent climax.

"Look at me!" Joseph commanded.

Catherine struggled to open her eyes, staring blankly at Joseph.

"Who am I?" Joseph pressed before she could recover.

"You are God," Catherine answered immediately.

"Then who are you?"

"I am your slave."

"Whose body and soul do you belong to?"

"Yours."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes!"

"Very good. Whenever you feel that I am God, you are my slave, and everything you have belongs to me,
you will feel immense joy, and you crave this joy. Since you are my slave, you can no longer call me
directly ; you must call me Master. Everything Master says is a command to you,
a desire of your heart. You must fulfill it, and you will derive pleasure from it; otherwise, you will feel immense coldness and pain. Nod if you understand
."

Catherine complied.

"I command you to take off your clothes and sit down."

"Yes, Master." Catherine slowly but without hesitation removed all her disheveled clothes, including
the glasses on her nose, revealing her mature and alluring naked body, and then sat down in the chair.

Facing Catherine's naked body, especially her large, snow-white breasts trembling in the air
, Joseph couldn't help but sigh. She was more exciting than he had imagined; he was determined to make Catherine completely
his.

"Now listen," Joseph said, "if I say 'snap,' you'll return to your normal state, but
everything in the dream will be deeply buried in your consciousness and won't disappear. And every time I tell you 'the god of dreams,' you'll
return to your current state, fall into a deep sleep, and remember that I am your god, your master, you are my slave,
and you must obey me…" Joseph gave her a series of instructions to repeat the hypnosis on Catherine.

"You can wake up after you hear my signal, but you won't remember anything from the dream, nor
will you any discomfort or doubt about your body. You'll still remember me adjusting the camera, and you'll have to cooperate. As long as
I tell you something is 'necessary for the work photos,' you won't understand what I mean, but you'll
do it . Now, snap!"
Catherine's limp body suddenly regained its vitality, and she opened her eyes.
A moment of confusion flashed in her eyes before revealing her original shrewdness and competence. She didn't notice
the strangeness , nor did she protest against the clothes scattered on the floor.

Catherine simply asked, "Mr. Joseph, are you done adjusting? Could you please hurry?"

Joseph calmly replied, "Miss Catherine, I'll call you Catherine, you can call me Joseph
. That way we can both relax a bit. I'm very meticulous in my work; I have to achieve the desired
effect ."

Catherine smiled helplessly, "Alright, Joseph. But please hurry, my daughters are waiting for me at home
."

Joseph was taken aback, "Daughters? I didn't realize such a young and beautiful lady like you had daughters."

Catherine smiled, "Don't joke with me. My eldest daughter is already 16."

"Let me see photos of your family; they're needed for the work photos."

Catherine hesitated for a moment, then slowly took out her wallet from her bag, pulled out a photo, and handed it to
Joseph , muttering to herself, "Okay, if it helps with the work photos."

Joseph took the photo, inwardly whistling. The photo was a family portrait of Catherine and her family. The
middle-aged man must be Catherine's husband; he looked serious and dull, and Joseph only glanced at him. What truly attracted him
were the two little girls. Although they were only about ten years old in the photo, they already showed alluring
features, and their delicate and clean features foreshadowed a bright future—truly two beauties.
Joseph 's groin stirred even more. What a happy family! He resolved to become a member of this family.

He would start with the mother. "Catherine, could you put your nipple in your mouth and lick it gently?
It's for the work photo."

Catherine didn't protest against the obscene words. She simply used her right hand to support her right, plump
breast , and with her left hand, she put the protruding, grape-sized nipple into her mouth, gently licking it with her tongue.
A look of confusion and joy gradually appeared on her face.

"You'll feel that your nipples are the sexiest part of your body. Your vagina, anus, and your whole body will feel
the sensation of your nipples. You'll be incredibly excited, and this is also necessary for the work photos.

" Catherine's licking rhythm began to quicken, and she was already
sucking . Her left hand, which did not need to support her breast, was vigorously stroking her left breast. Meaningless
humming also came from her nose, and her legs kept squeezing and rubbing together. If you were to get closer, you could see that the flowing lustful fluid seemed to be endlessly
flowing out of the dark forest of her triangle area.

Catherine's humming grew louder and faster, and just as her body began to stiffen, preparing
to give herself the final blow, Joseph shouted, "God of Dreams."

As if by magic, Catherine's intense movements stopped instantly, and her tense body relaxed.
Although her face was unwilling, it was gradually replaced by a dazed expression, and the hands that had been supporting and stroking her breasts also relaxed and
swung at her sides.

"It's time to treat myself," Joseph thought, adding that his prey was already impatient
.

He walked to Catherine's side, moved her to the large bed, and made her sit against the headboard.
Then he stood before her, displaying his enormous, erect penis.

"Catherine, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Master."

"Are you filled with lust?"

"Yes, Master."

"Yearning for orgasm?"

"Yes, Master."

"Open your eyes and look at my penis."

Catherine's lustful, dazed eyes opened, staring at Joseph's engorged genitals. Joseph
brought his penis close to Catherine's beautiful face.

"Look at it, and you will feel an unbearable longing. This is your divine penis, the only
way to reach orgasm. It will give you ultimate pleasure. You can get pleasure through other methods, but you will never achieve what..."
"Orgasm. If you serve it, you'll experience twice the pleasure; if it orgasms, you'll experience
twice the orgasm."

Catherine breathed heavily, her eyes burning with desire, like
a hungry dog eyeing a bone.

"Now serve your god with your mouth."

Catherine eagerly swallowed the penis deeply, her tongue tightly entwining Joseph's shaft .
Even the stench seemed to transform into an irresistible deliciousness, stimulating her lust. Catherine's movements were clumsy, but
filled boundless passion. Joseph felt his lower body enter a wet, hot swamp,
waves of tingling sensations rushing to his head, almost uncontrollable. He could only tilt his head back and gasp for breath to resist the feeling.
Joseph looked down and saw his penis moving in and out between Catherine's bright red lips and white teeth, its veins
bulging, dark and menacing, while Catherine was mature, alluring, and captivating, creating a distorted beauty. He directed
Catherine to caress his scrotum with both hands, giving herself unbearable stimulation.

Catherine wasn't just a passive giver; each time she swallowed Joseph's penis, she felt an intense
sensation flow from her mouth to her limbs, her whole body trembling with excitement. This was God's penis, her
master 's penis; she felt both proud and aroused, each throbbing sending a lightning-like rush of
pleasure through her mind.

"Ah...so good." Joseph could no longer resist, grabbing the back of Catherine's head and
thrusting , faster and deeper with each stroke. Catherine felt the penis pulsating faster and faster,
experiencing her master's pleasure; her vagina began to convulse, the movements becoming increasingly intense. Ahhhhh, with Joseph's shout,
his buttocks tightened, his penis spasming violently,
ejaculating . Catherine felt a surge of heat flow through her lower body, an uncontrollable pleasure rising from deep within her pelvis. Simultaneously,
white fluid gushed from her vagina, an unprecedented orgasm arriving. Despite the intense and rapid climax, Catherine
didn't forget to swallow her master's precious semen in large gulps, a gesture that brought both of them a prolonged
and intense climax.

The climax finally subsided, and Joseph ordered Catherine to stop, panting as she savored the afterglow.
Catherine returned to her statue-like stillness, quietly awaiting her master's renewed favor.

Joseph gazed at the kneeling Catherine; her brilliant blonde hair was disheveled, partially obscuring her alluring features,
some strands still damp and clinging to her ears, which, combined with her dazed plea, amplified the ecstasy of his desire. Catherine
's eyes were half-closed, her undisguised lust clouding her beautiful gaze, a trace of
white fluid still lingering on her slightly parted lips. What a beauty!

Joseph's desire wasn't fully satisfied, but it was temporarily relieved. He decided to make the game more
interesting. He magically produced a huge black phallus from the bedside table.

"Catherine, lie down now, and spread your legs." Catherine did as she was told.

Catherine's legs were wide open, the snow-white skin making her dark forest incredibly alluring, her plump
labia already parted, revealing wet and bright red flesh, as if beckoning Joseph. Joseph resisted
the immense temptation and slowly inserted the dildo into Catherine's vagina. Because it was so wet, it went in
effortlessly all the way in. Even though Catherine was under hypnosis, Joseph could still feel her body
stiffen instantly.

"Now, Catherine, imagine you're in your bedroom at home, making love passionately with your husband."

Catherine began to fidget restlessly on the bed, letting out heart-pounding moans,
her hips slowly thrusting towards the void, responding to her nonexistent husband, her body turning a seductive rose-red. Her vaginal opening opened and closed, thick streams of nectar gushing out, surprisingly abundant
despite two orgasms already . It soaked her black penis, giving it a lascivious sheen, then flowed down her buttocks in a white rivulet, soaking a large section of the sheets. 　　Joseph noticed that despite Catherine's intense reaction, her hands obediently remained by her sides, afraid to touch her own body or embrace her nonexistent lover. Her lips were also tightly clenched, suppressing her physical pleasure, afraid to cry out her desires. Poor woman, like a nun. 　　Suddenly, Catherine jerked her hips violently a few times, then lay back on the bed, ceasing her advances. Clearly, she hadn't reached her climax, only breathing heavily in exasperation. "That's how my imaginary husband is, " Joseph cursed. "He's probably a quickie." But besides feeling sympathy for Catherine, a desire to outdo him surged within him. 　　"Sweetheart, let me satisfy you. You'll find that when your body is immobile, your senses become even more acute . Every thrust I make will bring you double the pleasure. Every time I pinch your nipples, you'll reach orgasm; the harder I pinch, the more intense the orgasm." 　　With that, Catherine collapsed onto the bed. Joseph, no longer interested in caressing her, stripped off all his clothes , lifted Catherine's legs, and thrust his raging penis into her vagina. It was so hot inside that it almost melted Joseph's penis; he felt so good he almost didn't want to move, wanting to stay there forever. Then an even stronger desire drove him to thrust incessantly. Despite being a mother of two, Catherine 's vagina didn't feel loose; on the contrary, it was as tight as a woman in her twenties. However, with the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, Joseph could still thrust quickly. His movements were so violent, his penis rubbing against her vagina, his scrotum occasionally slapping against Catherine's large buttocks. The squelching of her vaginal fluids and the slapping of flesh against flesh created a lewd symphony. 　　Catherine was like an inflatable doll; her eyes were tightly closed, her head limply turned to one side, her breasts swaying proudly with the rhythm of the thrusts, her nipples almost swollen to the size of cherries. Joseph looked at this abundant fruit and couldn't resist lowering his head, wanting to taste it. But the moment his tongue touched her nipple, he felt Catherine's originally tight vagina begin to spasm, her pelvis throbbing, her legs tightly wrapped around Joseph's waist, and meaningless cries escaping her lips. Suddenly, a gush of hot fluid spurted from her uterus—she had orgasmed. 　　Joseph, remembering his command, excitedly took Catherine's breast into his mouth and gently bit it with his teeth.

He gripped her nipples, but increased the force of his thrusts, his penis constantly feeling
the pleasure . "Ahhhhh!" Catherine suddenly cried out, quickly reaching
another peak after her previous orgasm. If she were still conscious, she would feel as if an enormous sun was rising before her eyes,
her entire body seemingly about to explode with happiness, with her vagina at its center. Endless streams of
love fluid , her vagina convulsing as if trying to snap Joseph's penis.

Joseph couldn't bear the pleasure either. He shook his hips more violently, struggling to thrust his penis into her tight vagina
, his mind focused solely on the final struggle against the urge to ejaculate. He
suddenly roared, thrusting his penis deep into Catherine's body, his hands tightly gripping one of her
breasts, his penis throbbing and continuously ejaculating Joseph's semen inside her. Catherine didn't
stop her pleasure either. The stimulation of her master's orgasm and her breasts sent her into a series of climaxes, as if she were flying,
disoriented .

It felt like an eternity before Joseph finally stopped ejaculating, simply holding the beauty beneath him tightly.
Catherine, however, was already motionless. Her vagina was still twitching, and her body was still trembling, but it was an unconscious
spasm; she had just fainted from excitement.

Joseph rested for only a short while before struggling to his feet.

"Catherine, open your eyes."

"Yes, Master."

"You won't remember the dream when you wake up, but the pleasure you just experienced will be deeply buried in your subconscious
. You crave this pleasure; it's your purpose in life. When you go home, you'll praise my skills to your daughters
and encourage them to come here for photoshoots." Thinking of Catherine's two lovely and beautiful daughters,
Joseph couldn't help but grin lewdly.

"Yes, Master."

"Put on your clothes, sit on the stool, and you won't doubt anything that happened here."

Joseph fumbled around for a moment and then pressed the camera shutter.

"Now... *snap*!"

Catherine opened her eyes and saw a photo of herself, her face rosy, her eyes sparkling with an
unprecedented allure, almost... a little seductive. Without further ado, she said, "Great, Joseph, this is my
best ID photo."

"I think so, Catherine," Joseph replied with his usual polite smile.

Chapter 2 Artistic Photos

[Mr. Joseph, are you there?]

Joseph stepped through the curtain in the shop's inner room, his eyes suddenly brightening as he saw two
beautiful women of different ages and styles smiling at him from the shop entrance. Joseph looked closely and realized that the charming young woman was none other than Mrs. Catherine
from a week ago! He quickly greeted her: [Mrs. Catherine, hello!]

[Then, the other one must be her daughter.] Joseph guessed.

Sure enough, Catherine introduced her: [This is my eldest daughter, Joel. She's in high school in town and wanted to have
an artistic photo album taken here. Do you offer this service?]

[Yes, madam. What style of artistic photos would you like?] "

[Let Joel tell you.]"

The beautiful young woman beside Catherine had been quietly staying by her mother's side, smiling silently
without saying a word, her slight nervousness and shyness evident. Joseph had only glanced at her briefly and noticed she
didn't resemble her mother; now, looking closer, they were completely different styles. This style wasn't due to age differences,
but rather an innate charm. Joel had naturally red hair, a vibrant and lively color, and a tall figure. Although young, she was
already slightly older than her mother, clearly indicating that her father had provided her with more of his genes. Her skin was slightly
dark, and her features were distinct and delicate. Her large eyes and cute nose showed traces of Catherine's features,
while her slender lips contrasted sharply with her mother's full and alluring red lips. In short, she was a cheerful and
energetic young woman.

Joel began, "Actually, I've wanted to have my portrait taken for a long time, but Mommy has always been afraid that I'll be distracted and it will interfere with
my studies , so she's always refused. I've assured her repeatedly, but she just won't agree, saying she has to wait until I'm older." As she spoke, she
gave her mother a reproachful glance, displaying a mischievousness befitting her age.

"Last time Mommy came here for her work photos, she kept praising your skills. Everyone who saw the
photo it was really great, making Mommy look like my older sister. Mommy mentioned I'd always wanted to have artistic photos taken, so
she recommended this place. I really have to thank Mr. Joseph." She then gave Joseph a bright smile, her earlier
shyness completely gone. What a lively child!

"So, what style do you want to shoot?"

"I don't know. I saw my classmates' artistic photos last time, and they were all wearing princess dresses, so pretty!
I want something like that!" Qiao'er said longingly.

"Sure, I have other styles here too, European, Asian, classical, modern. Why
don't you come in with me and take a look at some sample photos?"

"Okay. Mommy, could you sit outside for a bit? Mr. Joseph and I will go pick one out."

"Okay, sweetheart, pick a pretty one for Mommy to see."

Joseph and Joel went into the inner room. Joseph asked Joel curiously, "[You seem to have a younger sister, right?
Why did n't she come with you for the photoshoot?]"

Joel was a little surprised, "[You know Jessica, right? She doesn't like these kinds of photos, and... she's
had some disagreements with Mom lately.]" "

[I see. Hopefully, seeing your photos will make her like artistic portraits.]" "

[Hopefully, Mr. Joseph. You're quite the businessman.]"

Joseph took out several sample albums of photos he had taken before, letting Joel choose from them. "[Your mother and I will discuss
the fees You can look at them first.]"
After saying that, he quickly went to the outer room.

Catherine saw him come out and smiled at him, "[You've already chosen? I haven't thanked you for
taking the photos for me last time. That's wonderful.]" "

[Really? Thank you for your compliment, Madam. By the way, there's a new book recently. I don't know if you've read it.
It's called "The God in Dreams."] Catherine

's radiant smile froze instantly, a blank expression appearing on her face, her eyelids suddenly becoming heavy.
She closed the door. Since it was her day off, and she was out with her daughter, Catherine simply
wore jeans and a t-shirt, with light makeup. Even so, her beauty was
breathtaking, making it hard to believe she was a mother of two.

[The hypnotic command is still working, great.] Joseph thought, then whispered a
command to count and enter a deeper hypnotic state, before closing the shop door and returning to the inner room. [I'll
take care of you later, dear.]

Joel sat in Joseph's chair, engrossed in the beautiful photo albums. [Mr. Joseph,
your technique is amazing! Can I try different styles at the same time?]

[Of course, you can look at this one.] Joseph handed it to her.

[Joel, look at these photos yourself, don't you notice anything different? Look
how lovely the girl in the photos is, how sweet her smile is, how long her eyelashes are, how
bright .] "Look how beautiful the girl in this photo is. If you want to know how it was taken, you need to look closely. Yes,
look at her eyes. Look carefully, don't you see a bright spot in her eyes? Stare at that bright spot,
look deep inside, as if endless light is shooting out from it. The color next to that bright spot is so
dark. You can only concentrate your attention on that bright spot, as if you are being sucked into it .
You don't need to look away; you can look deeper and deeper."

Joseph glanced at Joel; her expression had become dazed, but her gaze was fixed on
the person in the photo. "Okay, girl, that's it. Don't think about anything. This bright spot will fill your
entire vision, your entire mind. You won't hear anything except my voice. You'll feel your entire
soul being emitted by this bright spot, all your strength and thoughts being emitted by this bright spot.
When I say 'begin,' slowly count from 1 to 100. With each count, one percent of your soul disappears.
When you reach 100, your soul can fly into the sky. Now, begin!" Joel

began to silently recite numbers, slowly sinking herself into the abyss of depravity. After a while, Joel
's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. Then her head lolled to the side, and she fell into a deep
coma , like a helpless doll waiting for its owner to play with it.

Joseph, of course, wouldn't let such a tempting prey slip away. He used words to put Joel into an even deeper hypnotic
state , then turned to the next page of the special photo album and commanded Joel to open her eyes. [Joel, open your eyes and
look at the photo album in front of you.]

Joel obediently did as she was told, her pupils seemingly unfocused, but she still stared intently at
the photos .

[You want to take a beautiful artistic photo, don't you, Joel?]

[Yes.]

[Isn't the woman in this photo beautiful?]

[Yes.]

[Do you want to be as beautiful as her?]

[Yes.]

[Then do you want to be a woman as beautiful as her?]

[Yes.] Joel continued to stammer in response.

[Listen, Joel, you want to be a woman as beautiful as her, and you can be
a woman as beautiful as her. You can feel yourself now, as if you've stepped into the photograph, becoming one of the people in it. You're happy
about this because it's beautiful and makes you feel comfortable. Okay, Joel.]

[Okay.]

The photographs flipped through the pages, and Joel stared at them, a satisfied and happy expression on her face.
The women in the photographs were all mature and beautiful, the kind of alluring beauties everyone adored, the type every young girl dreamed of becoming.
Those women looked proud and happy in the photos, and Joel now looked proud and happy too.

[Joel, you've become one of the women in the photographs, so of course you can feel what's inside. You can't
think about it ; you can only experience it.]

The photographs continued to flip through, but the content changed. They were still those beautiful women,
but their clothing gradually decreased, and the styles became more open and revealing. Their expressions were alluring and seductive.

Turning the camera backward, a woman's upper body was naked, her breasts full and high, nipples slightly erect, her
hands proudly cupping her breasts.

Further back, this woman rubbed her breasts with both hands, striking several lewd poses.

Still behind, it was the same woman, her panties pulled down to her ankles, one hand still caressing her
upper body, but the other disappeared under her skirt; her expression suggested her actions.

Next, in another photograph, even her skirt was thrown on the ground in front of her, three fingers shamelessly penetrating
her vagina, the dark pubic hair glistening under the flash.

Qiao'er's breathing became increasingly rapid, a blush slowly rising to her face, her dazed pupils veiled with a
misty haze. [Qiao'er, you like this feeling, you want more of this feeling, you can't
wait to see more. You are the woman in it, aren't you?]

[Yes.] "Joel answered breathlessly.

The last part of the photos was no longer solo shots; another man's body appeared in the photos.
A woman first deeply swallowed his penis, and after a series of exciting oral sex photos, she contentedly
swallowed his semen. Then, several different women used different positions—traditional missionary, doggy style,
breast sex, woman on top, etc.—to relentlessly squeeze the man's penis. In every photo, you could see
the lustful and hungry faces of each woman. Although some faces were distorted by desire, Joel didn't care about
that. Her gaze was fixed on the penis entering and exiting the vagina or anus, as if it were penetrating her own
body . The later photos were even more exciting. The women seemed to derive pleasure from the frenzied intercourse, using different
body language and facial expressions to express their intense orgasms. If you looked closely, you could see that their
eyes so dazed, as if in a dream. They were all Joseph's favorite [guests]. Joel could undoubtedly
sense the guests' pleasure; her buttocks writhed restlessly in the chair, a large puddle of water appeared between her legs,
and she moaned softly.

Joseph commanded, "[You can feel the climax in the photos. Every time I turn the page, your sensation
will double. By the last photo, you'll reach an orgasm you've never experienced before.]"

With that, Joseph quickly flipped through the album. The last photo showed a woman with her buttocks raised high,
continuously gushing white fluid from her vagina. Even through the photo, one could feel her spasms during orgasm.
That woman was none other than Joel's mother—Mrs. Catherine. But Joel was clearly oblivious to
this. She rolled her eyes, arched her back in the chair, stretched out her legs, gripped the armrests tightly,
and screamed, "Ahhh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die…!"

The wave of excitement subsided after a while, and Joel's passion finally calmed down. The chair beneath her was
completely soaked with her fluids, emitting a sweet and sour smell.

Joseph closed the photo album and addressed the gradually calming Joel: "[Listen, Joel, you want that
pleasure you just experienced. I want you to keep that pleasure deeply ingrained in your consciousness. Your existence is for pursuing that pleasure.
Do you understand?]" "

[Yes.]" "

[So you must listen to me. I am the God of Happiness. Obedience brings happiness. Will you obey?]" "

[Yes.]

" "Very good. From now on, whenever I say 'art album,' you will return to your current state, frantically
pursuing pleasure. You will obey the God of Happiness.]" "

[Okay.]" "

[Joel, good girl, obeying me will make you feel relaxed and free from worries. Now tell me,
who am I?]" "

[The God of Happiness.]"

"[That's right. Everyone is a servant of God. You are my servant. From now on, you must call me Master.]" "

[Yes, Master.]" "

[When you hear me say 'close the album,' you will wake up. You will feel unable to think, only frantically
pursuing pleasure.]" "I am the only man before you, so you must seduce me, by any means necessary,
to make me agree to make love to you. Perhaps your mother will be watching, but you don't care. Your mother's watching
will shame you, but shame will double your pleasure. Understand?"

[Understood, Master.]

Joseph left Joel alone in the room and went to Catherine's side in the outer room.

Catherine was still lying there quietly, so helpless and pitiful. Her head was leaning against the back of the chair
, her eyes were closed, and a sweet smile seemed to linger on her face, as if she were in a beautiful dream from which she could not wake up
, completely unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon her.

Joseph studied the sleeping posture of this beautiful woman, and his lower body, aroused by Joel, became even hotter and
harder. He must release his pent-up desire first, otherwise he feared he would not be able to continue the game. Joseph secretly
decided .

[Catherine, wake up, look who I am.] Catherine's eyelashes trembled slightly as she struggled to open her eyes halfway. [

You are my god, master.]

[Good girl. Now you can recall the pleasure of last time. You still want that pleasure.]

Catherine's face gradually flushed, and Joseph could feel her body tense for a moment, her eyes
misting over . She answered in a trembling voice, [Yes… master… I want… pleasure.]

Joseph smiled, unzipped his pants, and his erection sprang forth impatiently, like a viper
's tongue, searching for its delicious prey.

[Catherine, this is the source of your pleasure. You will serve your god and, as before,
will climax from your master's pleasure.] Joseph intensified the hypnotic effect, linking Catherine's pleasure with
the act of serving God, making her a slave to his lust.

[You now kneel before me, suck my scepter, and listen to my teachings. God will bestow upon you your favorite
holy water.] Catherine

obediently knelt down, and Joseph sat in her place, spreading his legs and ordering her
to begin licking. Catherine's technique had improved slightly, but it was still somewhat raw. However, her fascinated and intoxicated expression
gave Joseph immense pleasure. Joseph adjusted Catherine's movements, getting her used to
enveloping , gradually applying pressure, or licking and sucking the glans with her tongue instead of her hard teeth.
Catherine diligently learned, her master's pleasure coursing through her body with the pulsation of his penis,
creating waves in her lower body, making her even more devoted to her service.

Joseph, while battling the increasing pleasure, gave Catherine commands. "[You now
desperately crave pleasure. You must obey your master, and he will grant you pleasure.]

[Do you love me?]

[Yes, Master.]

[Do you love Joel?]

[Yes, Master.]

[The one you love should give you pleasure.]

[Yes, Master.]" [

Master and Joel can both give you pleasure, right?]

[Yes, Master.]

[You want pleasure, you want Master and Joel to make love to you?]

[Joel…] Catherine didn't answer directly; she clearly had doubts about having sex with her daughter.

[Your daughter is the cleanest thing in the world, you want her to caress you, to touch you, right?]

[Yes, Master.]

[Whenever she touches you, you feel pleasure, that's pleasure. So, you crave that pleasure, so
you crave to make love to Joel, that's what every mother desires, you are a mother, so you crave to make love to
your daughter .] Joseph's words, though illogical, left Catherine speechless.

[Yes… Master.]

[Imagine Joel licking your clitoris, you'll feel shy, but shyness will double your pleasure.
]

Catherine didn't answer, seemingly lost in her imagination.

[In a moment you'll find your daughter seducing me, and you won't feel angry or suspicious; you'll only
feel jealous. You love your God, and you love your daughter. Your God will bring you joy, and your daughter will
bring you the same joy. You want us to make love to you, not to leave you aside. Watching us be intimate...]
You will feel incredibly excited, you will have the strongest desire to join our sex, but
you cannot come near us without my command. You can masturbate, but you cannot reach orgasm. ]

Catherine looked at Joseph with hungry eyes, seemingly wanting to nod, but seeing her sunken cheeks and
the way she was sucking hard, she seemed to be unable to extricate herself from the intense pleasure of oral sex. Joseph was not worried about
this, though. Even if Catherine did not notice his command, her subconscious would carry it out without fail.

Thinking of this, Joseph could no longer suppress the urge in his lower body, and quickly thrust his penis, ignoring
Catherine flushed face and rolled-back eyes, and mercilessly attacked Catherine's deep throat. Although
Catherine felt like she was suffocating, the increased frequency and hardening of her master's scepter gave her an uncontrollable
pleasure. She could feel his excitement and arousal, which sent shivers through her womb, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed
uncontrollably , wetting her dark pubic hair. She suppressed the urge to cough and vomit, vigorously shaking
her beautiful head, concentrating on guiding her master's penis to its deepest point.

Finally, Joseph's spine swayed, and the muscles of his buttocks trembled uncontrollably. He let out a low growl, and his
urethral opening gushed hot semen into Catherine's mouth. With each thrust of his penis, the semen filled
Catherine's mouth. Catherine felt immense joy, and waves of pleasure surged through her body with her master's
climax . She tried to swallow his essence, but a few drops of white fluid still spilled from the corners of her mouth.
The erupting volcano gradually subsided. Catherine eagerly wiped away all the remaining liquid from her master's mouth with her lips,
then scraped the overflowing semen back into her mouth with her fingers, as if it were the most delicious drink in the world
. She even licked her luscious lips with her tongue. Her pious expression made Joseph slowly aroused again: [What a slut!]

After a short rest, Joseph directed Catherine to the inner room, where mother and daughter were happily reunited.

Joseph arranged for Catherine to sit quietly in another chair, ordering her not to make any sound or
move . He then walked to Joel, [Joel, close the album.]

Joel slowly opened her eyes, her gaze slightly dazed, but instantly replaced by a fiery expression.
Her eyes were fixed on Joseph, filled with desire, [Oh, I was daydreaming just now, but the women you photographed
are so beautiful. I wish I could be like them, mature and sexy.]

Joseph smiled at her, [You are already very beautiful, Joel.] "You don't need to be jealous of them at all. You
just need to grow up a little more."

"No, I'm a woman now. I know what a mature person should do." Joel's hands
formed a seductive gesture in front of her chest; she seemed to be trying to shrug her shoulders back to make her breasts appear firmer.

Joseph chuckled inwardly but remained serious: "I think you probably don't understand what maturity means."

Joel had already started drawing circles in front of her chest, even inadvertently touching her nipples. Through her loose
t-shirt, one could almost see her breasts slowly swelling.

"Of course I know, you know, I… I've had men I liked before."

"Really? Isn't that obvious?" Joseph was indeed somewhat surprised; Joel seemed like a very well-behaved girl.

"Heh, you know, I know how to make men happy." Joel had secretly pulled her skirt up
a bit , revealing her fair and shapely thighs. Her fingers restlessly rubbed back and forth on her lower abdomen, making provocative and
suggestive movements. "Maybe," 　　Joel said, glancing at him reproachfully. "

Boys are always happy to be with a pretty girl like you. If I were
younger, I would definitely ask you out for coffee and a movie." " I'm not a child anymore," Joel said. "I think we can be good friends too." 　　"Yeah, I am. But let's get started first." 　　"Joseph, can't you think of anything fun?" Joel grew impatient. 　　Joseph continued to play the oblivious one. "I don't understand," he said. 　　His desire had clearly made Joel lose her girlish reserve. "Joseph, a man and a woman should find some pleasure when they're together," she said, licking her pink lips and trying to speak in her most seductive voice. 　　"But your mother is over there," 　　Joel hesitated, a fierce internal struggle seemingly brewing. However, the power of hypnosis prevailed. "It's exciting, isn't it?" she said. "Never mind her." As she 　　spoke, Joel took off her top, and then, without hesitation, removed , leaving her upper body completely exposed to Joseph. Her full, perky breasts stood proudly in the air, displaying youthful energy and vitality. Her pink nipples were already erect, looking so sweet tempting, making one want to taste them. Her smooth, toned abdomen, free of any excess fat, showcased the good curves she had developed through long-term exercise, making her breasts appear even more prominent and full. 　　Joel was about to take off her lower garments when Joseph stopped her. Undoubtedly, the contrast between her delicate, slightly childish face and her cute, lively schoolgirl skirt and her mature, naked body was so striking that Joseph felt incredibly lewd, and he wanted to hold onto that feeling. 　　Joel followed Joseph's suggestion, "So you like this kind of thing." She smiled seductively at Joseph , her hands restlessly groping under his bulging crotch. Seeing Joseph's tacit approval, she impatiently unzipped her pants, releasing his penis. 　　Joel's eyes grew increasingly glazed. "[So good, Joseph. Do you know you're a grown man? Let me serve you.]" Her lips pressed against his, her moist breath making his penis throb. 　　Having just enjoyed Joel's mother's oral service, Joseph wanted a change. "[No, Joel, listen to me, we can play something more interesting.]" 　　Joseph directed Joel to lie up on the large bed in the inner room, then straddled her chest, sandwiching his engorged penis between her young breasts like a sandwich. "[Do you like it?]" Joseph asked Joel, slowly thrusting. 　　"[Oh…oh…]" Joel answered Joseph with gasps, the hypnotic command making her incredibly thirsty. Even this indirect stimulation gave her extraordinary pleasure.

Actually, in terms of size, Catherine's mature breasts were clearly more suitable for breast play, easily enveloping
the entire penis. However, in terms of elasticity, Joel was superior; her two breasts tightly
gripped Joseph's penis, the tightness and pressure during friction delighting him.

Joseph's dark penis moved in and out of Joel's cleavage, the contrast of black and white, soft and hard—a
truly erotic sight. A semi-transparent liquid gradually seeped from the glans, and
a , the dampness making the thrusting even smoother. Joseph, like a knight, gripped the saddle tightly, thrusting
his body, urging the mare beneath him towards their blissful destination.

Gradually, the pressure and friction on her breasts were no longer enough to fully satisfy Joel; she began to actively
seek pleasure. Whenever the penis struggled to emerge from between her breasts, she would playfully lick the glans
or try to suck on it.

Joel's vitality fueled Joseph's arousal, and he decided to give this lovely girl more stimulation. He
stopped attacking Joel's breasts and instead retreated, slowly pulling down her skirt and panties.
As her panties were removed, Joel let out a sigh of relief. Her pubic hair wasn't sparse, and
the shape of her vulva was fully visible: a beautiful pink, glistening with glistening vaginal fluid, her labia
majora blooming like roses, seemingly welcoming bees and butterflies to gather nectar. Joseph carefully parted
her vulva, seeing Joel's clitoris proudly swollen and erect. He gently touched it with his finger, and Joel's body
trembled violently, her mouth uttering incoherent cries, a stream of vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva.

It seemed Joel was ready. Joseph removed his clothes, mounted her, pressed his penis tightly against
her vulva, and with a low growl, thrust his entire penis in. Joel's eyes rolled back, the intense pleasure
rendering her speechless. Just as Joseph had predicted, his penis encountered no
resistance, instead sliding in smoothly thanks to the lubrication of her vaginal fluids. This was fine; he could enjoy it even more. Joseph
did n't seem to mind.

He lifted Joel's legs over his shoulders, kneeling behind her buttocks, rhythmically thrusting in and out.
Under the influence of hypnosis, Joel was already in a state of arousal, her buttocks responding to Joseph's thrusts
, her hands kneading her breasts. Her previously beautiful and lively face
now displayed a wanton expression, like a prostitute, her cherry-like mouth emitting moans and groans, further
fueling .

Joseph continued his piston-like movements, releasing Joel's legs, wrapping his arms around her slender waist,
and then having her hug his shoulders as she stood up. The penis plunged deep into Joel
's vagina, contorting her face. She let out a heavy groan as her vagina convulsed.

[Joel, look down at how I'm fucking you. You're as wet as a pond.]

Joel obediently lowered her head. The dark penis tirelessly thrust in and out of her vagina. Due to
the vigorous movements, her labia would sometimes turn outwards, revealing bright red flesh. Each time it was pulled out
, it brought out a large amount of white, viscous fluid, which, due to the intense friction, also produced numerous bubbles, slowly flowing down
Joseph 's thighs, leaving obscene wet streaks. This scene
aroused Joel even more. Her face flushed crimson, and her hands and legs gripped Joseph's buttocks tightly like an octopus,
wriggling restlessly.

Joseph, holding Joel, who was caught in a throes of pleasure, walked to Catherine's side. This neglected mother
watched her daughter slowly sink into the abyss of desire, yet, bound by the power of hypnosis, she couldn't stop it.
Even more so, due to her master's orders, she was deeply intoxicated by this intense sex, uncontrollably developing
a desire .

Catherine's face was also flushed, her eyes misty with thick tears, unable to conceal her fiery
desire. If her hands could move, she would have already been digging into her own vulva, kneading her breasts,
bringing herself the purest pleasure. Unfortunately, her master's orders were everything; she could only silently and
helplessly let the fire of desire burn through her body.

But Joseph hadn't forgotten her; this mother and daughter together could bring him even more pleasure. He leaned close to
Catherine's ear.

[Catherine, can you hear me?]

[Yes, Master.]

[You now crave to make love with me, and you also crave to make love with your daughter.] "You will do anything to make us
happy, and then you will also get happiness from it."

[Yes, Master. I want to make love, I want to make love with you.]

[Now you can move.]

Joel was too weak to doubt any of this, while Catherine, still under hypnosis, suddenly regained
her energy . She knelt down, licking the genitals of her master and daughter, rubbing her breasts against her master's calves,
trying to join in the sexual game. When Catherine took Joseph's scrotum into her mouth, he couldn't help but
gasp, the multiple pleasures almost instantly overwhelming him.

Her mother's licking gave Joel unparalleled pleasure,
comparable . She felt that warm, agile tongue moving back and forth between her anus and vagina, occasionally
adding fuel to the burning fire of desire.

As Catherine's tongue swirled and probed into Joel's anus, Joel finally couldn't hold back any longer. She
groaned loudly, "[Ah, so good, ahhh, I'm going to die, ahhh, I'm going to fly... ahhh!
]" Her shoulders tensed, her head was thrown back, and her limbs gripped Joseph's body tightly, as if
urging him to penetrate her deeper.

Joseph sensed Joel's limit. He quickened his pace, no longer using any technique,
just thrusting forcefully. Finally, Joel cried out, her entire vagina convulsing violently,
waves of heat gushing from deep within her uterus. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she reached the most exquisite orgasm she had ever experienced.

After the orgasm, Joel's body was limp and powerless, unable to maintain her original position. However,
Joseph had not yet satisfied; Joel was still a delicious treat for him. He made Joel lie on the bed...
Catherine lay on top of her, the beautiful mother and daughter overlapping.

Following Joseph's instructions, the mother began to actively kiss her daughter, her tongue exploring
every part of her mouth, while their four breasts pressed against each other, changing into different beautiful shapes. Their
vulvas were pressed tightly together, their hair intertwined, seemingly one. When Catherine began to fidget restlessly
, Joel immediately regained her energy. Her body, still not fully recovered from the excitement, no longer cared about
the source of pleasure, but simply responded intensely. Catherine's thirsty body and Joel's still
sensitive body after her orgasm began a sensual competition, both trying to win pleasure.

The stimulating performance of mother and daughter in bed made Joseph's already excited lower body feel like it was about to explode; he was certainly
not content to be a mere spectator. He returned to the bed, parted Catherine's plump buttocks, revealing her deep red anus.
The anus was surrounded by uneven folds, like a blooming chrysanthemum. There was no trace of filth nearby;
instead, it exuded a clean, soapy scent, clearly indicating that Catherine was a woman who valued cleanliness.

Joseph wasn't a man who preferred anal sex, but Catherine's plump, white buttocks still held a strong
attraction for him. He dipped a finger in some unidentified vaginal fluid and slowly inserted it into Catherine's anus.
Suddenly, Catherine's breathing became louder than her daughter's, as if she possessed an unusual sensitivity to this area.

[Catherine, has anyone ever fucked your anus?]

[No, Master.]

Excellent, still virgin territory. Joseph then inserted another finger into Catherine's anus.
Whether unable to protest or enjoying the sensation, Catherine could only
respond with loud moans.

Joseph thrust for a while, feeling Catherine's anus loosen, then smeared some of her vaginal fluid on
his penis. He aimed his penis at Catherine's anus and thrust it in with force. Despite
being hypnotized, Catherine still let out a gasp, presumably from the pain, and her movements became stiff as she made love to her daughter
.

It was indeed very tight; Joseph's thrust only penetrated about two-thirds of the way, but the tightness
and heat inside already gave him a thrill. Ignoring Catherine's feelings, he began to violently thrust his hips,
pumping heavily into her anus like a pile driver.

At first, Catherine only felt pain, relieving it through sex with her daughter. But gradually, the burning sensation in
her anus transformed into a strange feeling, like… the pleasure of defecation
. The pressure of her anus being completely filled and the exhilarating feeling of his penis withdrawing blurred her senses, making her unable to distinguish between pain and stimulation. She
gradually began to enjoy the pleasure of anal sex. The ecstatic sensation emanating from her vagina caused her
to .

Catherine's buttocks began to thrust back and forth, matching Joseph's piston-like movements, and the increased intensity of the motion brought
even more pleasure to the friction between mother and daughter. Catherine and Joel's moans grew louder and louder, rising and falling in
perfect unison, echoing in the small room like a wanton symphony.

Joseph's pleasure was extraordinary. Aside from the pressure and heat of Catherine's anus, he felt
as if he were simultaneously having sex with both mother and daughter. Each thrust and withdrawal brought pleasure to both
women , eliciting double the moans and amplifying Joseph's sense of accomplishment. The only
sounds in the room were the slapping of flesh against flesh and cries purely driven by lust.

Gradually, Joseph felt a tingling sensation running down his spine, and a tingling feeling spread through his penis.
He involuntarily increased the speed of his thrusting, treating the small anus like a vagina, pounding into it with ferocity. His penis moved rapidly
in and out of his mother's anus. The two women seemed to sense Joseph's change, and their
movements became even more intense.

Finally, Joseph let out a low growl, forcefully inserting his penis into Catherine's anus. His mind
raced like lightning, and his penis began to throb uncontrollably, ejaculating streams of hot semen
into .

Catherine, scalded by the hot semen, suddenly straightened her thighs, tightly embracing her daughter
, her genitals writhing violently as she unexpectedly reached orgasm. Whether
due to the intense movements or the heightened sensitivity of her body after orgasm, Joel and her mother simultaneously reached the peak of pleasure in an instant.
She murmured something unintelligible, and another surge of heat flowed from her vagina,
making even wetter.

After this whirlwind of sex, Joseph ordered Catherine and Joel to clean themselves and each
other , and then made them forget the hypnotic process when they were awake. For their future happiness,
Joseph gave Joel more instructions, making her see him as her new boyfriend and
frequently seek him out for release out of her own desires. He decided to cultivate this beautiful body into his personal slave.

Afterwards, under Joel's hypnosis, Joseph took the artistic photos she desired. Joel
displayed boundless sensuality under hypnosis, only the lighting concealed her dazed eyes and slightly stiff
expression. However, after waking up, Joel and her mother still praised the photos highly and developed
a greater .

The game continued... As

evening fell, a small roadside photo studio echoed with breathless, blush-inducing sounds.

If someone were to accidentally wander into the shop, they would find a pair of intertwined, snow-white
bodies . The woman's body was slender and well-proportioned, her short, fiery red hair displaying youthful vitality, but in this setting, her form
exuded an aura of debauchery.

The young girl straddled a man, her body moving up and down,
the thick male member thrusting in and out of her vagina, occasionally drawing out copious amounts of white fluid. The girl's movements were intense and
rhythmic, her firm breasts swaying and tracing stunning curves in the air. Her eyes were tightly closed, her
mouth slightly open, her bright red tongue occasionally licking her lips, expressing her pleasure with meaningless murmurs.

"Ah...so deep...ahhh...it hits the G-spot..."

"No...no...ah..."

"Ah...Master is so good...I'm going to die...I'm going to fly..."

The girl suddenly intensified her movements, her moans growing louder. After several rapid rises and falls, she
stopped shaking her hips, collapsing onto the man like a deflated balloon, making
sounds like crying as she convulsed and reached her climax.

But the man didn't let her go so easily. He lifted her buttocks and began to thrust upwards with great force,
ramming his penis into the deepest part of her vagina like a pile driver. The girl
swayed like a small boat under the man's thrusts, tossed about in a boundless sea of desire. She seemed to feel herself being
overwhelmed by the pleasure again, moaning softly once more, her body, now weak, beginning to respond to the man again.

"Master, ah... fuck me to death..."

The girl's body had been trained to be extremely sensitive, and soon she tightly embraced the man again, her legs
stretching and curling repeatedly, reaching the peak once more. This time, the man sensed her arousal. He let out a low
growl, lifted his hips, gripped the girl's waist with both hands, and thrust downwards, pressing his penis against her
clitoris. He then ejaculated his pent-up semen into her uterus without reservation.

After this passionate encounter, the couple's passion subsided slightly, but the girl remained lingering on top of the man,
unwilling to leave. She reluctantly traced her fingers on his chest while whining, "Master, you're
getting better and better. I almost died just now."

"Hehe, Qiao'er, your skills in bed have improved quite a bit. You made your master come so quickly. If I can't satisfy you
in the future , I'll have to find you two more men." The speaker was none other than Joseph, and the one clinging to his
chest was Qiao'er.

"Master, you're teasing me again. It's all your fault! I haven't seen you for days, and all I can think about is your
nasty nature. I hate you so much, I can't even study."

"Have you taken care of yourself?"

"Of course not. How could I masturbate without Master's permission? My body belongs to Master,
I can't even dispose of myself." Joel said this without hesitation,
fully .

Ever since Joseph had tried Joel's body, he had become obsessed with this youthful, wanton body, wanting to
train Joel to be his exclusive sex slave. After numerous hypnotic indoctrinations and sexual training, Joel
had come to recognize him as her master, making serving him her sole purpose and source of joy in life. In public, Joel still
treated Joseph like her boyfriend, but when they were alone, Joel would take off all her clothes, put on the restraint rings
symbolizing a slave, and use her body to please her master. After several times, Joseph couldn't figure out
whether Joel had submitted to him because of hypnosis or because of her sexual desire. Now, he
could command Joel to do all sorts of shameful things without even needing to hint.

"By the way, I came to see Master this time because of that bitch Catherine. She wants Master to take
a ." At Joseph's request, Joel even changed how she addressed her mother. However,
in the game, Joseph still preferred her to call Catherine "Mom."

"Is that so?" Joseph thought for a moment, "I heard you have a younger sister. Tell me about her."

As Joseph spoke, his hands didn't stop, beginning to roam over Joel's body, his penis still inside
her vagina gradually awakening.

"Ugh, what? You're bullying me again. I'm not telling you!" Despite saying that, Joel lowered her head and began licking
Joseph's chest, and another battle began...

A few days later, Joseph, carrying various photography equipment, walked along a path through a well-manicured
lawn and arrived at the door of a two-story white building. He looked around, muttered, "What a nice
house." Then he pressed the doorbell.

"You're here." Less than a minute later, the door opened. A beautifully dressed lady stood smiling before
Joseph ; it was none other than Catherine. Although Joseph had seen her many times recently, and had even seen and
touched every inch of her hidden skin, when Catherine donned her evening gown, exquisite makeup,
and precious jewelry, her mature and elegant charm was still enough to take Joseph's breath away.

Catherine looked at the young man before her, who was staring at her with his mouth agape, and felt a slight surge of pride.
She smiled brightly and said, "Joseph, you've come? Welcome."

Joseph snapped out of his daze. "Yes, Mrs. Catherine, I wanted to see your family as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he lowered his gaze, glancing at the deep cleavage of Catherine's breasts, and then momentarily lost in thought, involuntarily
recalling the feel and elasticity of those magnificent breasts.

Facing his rude gaze, Catherine was surprised to find herself not angry, but rather feeling a strange
excitement, as if she were naked and exposed before this younger man, her lower body even slightly itchy.
Her face flushed slightly, and she retorted, "Then why aren't you coming in? What are you doing standing at the door? Delivering milk?"

Joseph chuckled inwardly, *I don't know how much milk I've delivered to you, you've forgotten?* He stepped into Catherine's home
and sat down on the sofa.

"Have a seat, I'll go call my family out," Catherine said, then strolled upstairs.

Taking the opportunity, Joseph surveyed the house. Clearly, Catherine and her husband were wealthy and appreciated
a high quality of life. The living room was painted a warm pale yellow, with a thick, diamond-patterned carpet that felt
very . All the furniture was rustic and simple, perfectly matching the overall decor—neither overly
extravagant nor lacking in luxury, yet still showcasing the owner's taste.

A short while later, Catherine led two people downstairs. One was Joel, and the other was a middle-aged
man. "This is my husband, his last name is Stone," Catherine introduced. "This is Joseph, his photography
skills are excellent."

After they shook hands, Catherine called out loudly upstairs, "Jessica, come down quickly. The photographers
are here."

"Mommy, don't rush me like this, I'm coming down." With the shout, a
head popped out from upstairs. Joseph looked up and almost thought he was seeing things. The girl upstairs looked
almost : blonde hair, blue eyes, a small nose, full, protruding lips, and especially those captivating eyes—
the same way Catherine looked at people. If there was any difference, it was that the girl's face was a little chubby.
Slightly childlike; Catherine's face was also quite round, but it possessed an elegant curve bestowed upon her by time, different from the naturally cute round face
of a girl . What a beautiful mother-daughter pair, one couldn't help but want to pluck them.

Catherine scolded, "What? You haven't changed yet, it's so rude to keep people waiting. Quickly change into the
dress Mommy chose for you."

"Okay, okay, I know." Jessica walked back nonchalantly.

Catherine smiled apologetically, "Excuse me, please wait a moment, would you like some tea?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Joel came out of the kitchen carrying a tea tray, handing
a cup of . When she handed it to Joseph, Joel's eyes flickered, and her hand intentionally or unintentionally touched
Joseph's fingertips. Today she was also wearing an off-the-shoulder black evening dress, earrings and a crystal necklace, completely
lacking her usual lively and playful nature, instead resembling a young married woman, much more charming.

Because Jessica was taking her a long time to come downstairs, Joseph and the Stone family chatted over tea, learning about
Catherine 's family situation, most of which he already knew from Joel.

It turned out that Catherine had dropped out of university at a very young age to be with Mr. Stone, and soon gave birth to Joel
. Shortly after, Catherine returned to university, completed her studies, and then returned home to give birth to Jessica.
Once the child was a little older, Catherine started working, purely out of interest.

Mr. Stone was a technical engineer at a publicly traded internet company, a founding member, enjoying company
stock and substantial annual dividends. He was a serious man, slightly balding, not tall but
strong , showing signs of regular exercise. He seemed to love his family very much, but appeared more willing
to give up everything for his work.

Jessica lingered upstairs, and only after Catherine repeatedly urged her did she finally come downstairs. She was
about ten years old, a lovely little angel. Upon closer inspection, she was quite different from her mother. Her
exposed skin was smooth and radiant, showing no signs of aging, as pure as a newborn's. Her
hands and feet were remarkably slender, especially her delicate, jade-like little fingers, which seemed irresistible to the touch. Her face
screamed the rebelliousness of adolescence, displaying an indifference and impatience towards everything. She wore a black evening gown
similar , the dress appearing overly mature, which only accentuated her innocent charm, making her seem like
a doll dressed in ill-fitting clothes.

Joel handed her a cup of black tea, praising, "Jessica, you're so beautiful." The sisters' relationship
seemed unaffected by adolescence, and Jessica happily returned the compliment.

"So, Joseph, I think we can begin the photoshoot?" Catherine asked.

"Of course, this large sofa is perfect. You and Mr. Stone can sit in the middle, and your two
daughters can sit on either side."

The Stone family obediently complied.

Joseph set up his photography equipment and pointed the lens at the family.

Joseph continued, "Now, I'll tell you the key to taking family photos."

"The most important thing in photography isn't composition, lighting, or even technique; it's
genuine emotion. First, think about how much you love your family, how much you love this home.
Think about the wonderful times you've spent with your family, the most comfortable and relaxing days you've had together.
Thinking about these things will make you feel relaxed and happy. Then, think about how much you love this
house how reassuring it is, how relaxing the colors are. You'd definitely get
the best sleep in this room. Feel the sofa you're sitting on, imagine yourself sinking deep into it—how
comfortable that is!"

"On a warm afternoon, after afternoon tea, if you could sink deep
into this sofa, not thinking about anything, and take a slow nap with your family, that would be the most comfortable thing."

"Don't think about anything, just feel how comfortable and relaxing it is to lean back on the sofa. You can
enjoy the best sleep on it, and you want to enjoy the best sleep on it. It's
so nice to be able to sink into a soft sofa; you want to just fall asleep here."

Joseph observed his prey; their eyes had lost focus, their heads were drooping
, and their arms and legs were hanging limply at their sides, but they were not completely unconscious.

Joseph calmly continued to guide these lost lambs: "You want to enjoy the best sleep,
but you've encountered resistance. You need to completely sink into this sofa to get in. Now, count from 1 to
100 in your mind. With each increase in the number, you feel yourself sinking deeper into the sofa, and you feel more comfortable and relaxed.
When you count to 100, you will be completely sunk into the sofa, feeling infinitely relaxed, entering the deepest
sleep you can imagine. Now, start counting."

After about 5 minutes, a man and a woman on the sofa collapsed onto it. Joseph
breathed a sigh of relief; the plan had finally succeeded. The family was quite sensitive, but to be on the safe side,
he still ordered Joel to slip sleeping pills and a mild hallucinogen into their tea.

Before they could even enjoy it, he went to Catherine and whispered, "God of dreams." Then
he whispered "art album" into Joel's ear. Even in their sleep, they quickly entered a hypnotic state.

Then, he continued to guide Mr. Stone and Jessica into an even deeper sleep: "You don't want
to wake up, but your remaining consciousness is still hindering your sleep. Imagine these thoughts are balloons, and you
'd love to pop them all. When you pop them, you'll exhale with a 'whoosh.'
Then , nothing can stop you from continuing to sleep comfortably."

Not long after the command was given, Jessica exhaled with a 'whoosh,' and Mr. Stone
quickly followed suit. Joseph told them they could no longer hear or feel anything unless someone
touched their foreheads and spoke to them.

Joseph already had a plan in mind for how to conduct this game. He wasn't a
particularly possessive or controlling person, nor did he enjoy ordering his hypnotized subjects to do things that were too painful. He decided
to make Mr. Stone's sacrifice of his wife and daughters compensate him.

He reached out and touched Mr. Stone and Jessica's foreheads. "Can you hear my voice?"

Mr. Stone and Jessica replied in deep voices, "Yes."

"I am your friend, the person you trust most, the person you rely on most. You must keep listening to my voice;
listening to this voice will make you feel safe and happy. Understand?"

"Yes."

"You must listen to the advice of this voice, because this voice comes from the person you trust. You must believe
this voice as you believe in yourself. Now, this voice tells you to relax, relax. You are floating on the water, without
feeling anything, without thinking. You crave this. Do you feel relaxed?"

"Relaxed..."

"If you want to continue like this, you must follow the instructions of this voice. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Dogs are very lovely animals. You like dogs?" Joseph had once heard Joel say that her
family had a dog that later died of cancer. The whole family was very sad.

"I like it."

"Imagine if you became a dog, you wouldn't have to go to work or school, you could just lie in
the and wait for someone to feed you. What a wonderful life that would be! Dogs have no worries; people will
pet them, care for them, bathe them, and feed them. You long to be a dog, because being a dog means you can get rid of
all your unhappiness."

Joseph didn't give their brains any chance to resist; he continued to instill this idea: "Your greatest wish
is to become a dog without worries. You would do anything for this wish. Since you were little, you
've dreamed of a fairy who would turn you into a happy, healthy, and lovable dog, and you still think that way now
. Now, every time you hear me say 'puppy,' you will become the happy dog you long for
. Do you understand?"

Mr. Stone and his daughter didn't hesitate at all: "Yes, we understand."

Joseph wondered to himself, had they really longed for that? He withdrew his hand from Jessica's forehead and
said only to Mr. Stone, "You like your little daughter Jessica?"

"Yes."

"You've seen her body?"

"Yes."

"There must be some sexual feeling? Like an erection?"

"Yes." No one is more honest than a hypnotist.

"When a man has an erection, he wants to have sex with a woman, right?"

"Yes."

"Then you must want to have sex with your own daughter?"

"Yes." Stone was slowly guided upwards.

"But human fathers and daughters can't have sex, but dogs are different. A dog's bloodline should
be kept pure, so a dog father can have sex with his dog daughter. Right?"

"Yes."

"When you become a male dog, you can have sex with your daughter. You'll feel
incredibly . Her scent will excite you. You'll want this little bitch, you'll want her to give birth to more
little bitches for you to have sex with. Right?"

"Yes."

"Now, imagine yourself as a male dog, having sex with Jessica, this little bitch."

Stone didn't answer, but his breathing became heavy.

Joseph took his hand off Stone's head and placed it on Jessica's head instead. Facing this naive
little bitch, Joseph easily got her into the mood, but she seemed to have never experienced the pleasure of sex before,
and it was slightly difficult for her to describe the scene of intercourse.

So Joseph used his other hand to knead Jessica's small breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin silk
until her face flushed, lost in a pleasure she had never experienced before. Jessica had to nod
and admit she enjoyed this pleasure, even if it was from her father. Hypnosis made her forget everything, focusing
intently on Joseph's caresses, letting him turn her into a little bitch in heat to provoke her father.

Of course, Joseph hadn't forgotten that he had made Jessica more insensitive to pain and more sensitive to pleasure.
She was still a virgin.

Joseph had awakened Joel, who was now his most devoted slave and most wanton toy; even
playing with her parents or sister in front of her would only arouse her sexual desire.

Sure enough, when Joel woke up and saw her sleeping family members, she was slightly startled. "Master, what happened to my mom and
dad ? They've both passed out?"

Joseph smiled at her. "I wanted to give you a surprise."

But Joel misunderstood. She gave him a coquettish look. "Master, are you going to do it to me right here?
You're so naughty."

"No, baby, it's even more fun." Together with Joel, he stripped Stone and Jessica of all their
clothes, placed their naked bodies on the floor between them, and chanted a spell: "Baby dog!"

Mr. Stone and Jessica slowly opened their eyes, but instead of standing up,
they knelt there, looking around blankly, seemingly confused. Mr. Stone's eyes first fell on Jessica.
His eyes finally focused, and he barked, startling Joseph. He was really lifelike!

Mr. Stone supported himself on his knees and hands, crawling towards Jessica like a dog. Jessica heard
his bark and responded softly with a "woof," but didn't know what to do, just staring blankly at Mr.
Stone .

Mr. Stone crawled to Jessica's side, first slowly circling her, barking occasionally.
After circling a few times, he suddenly snuggled into Jessica's arms, nuzzling her chest with his head and licking her neck.

Jessica seemed flustered; instinctively, she got up, turned her head towards Mr. Stone, and
barked low.

Mr. Stone continued to persistently lick Jessica's neck and cheeks,
making wet and sticking to her ears. Jessica's barks became more and more like a dog's whimper; she responded to
Mr. Stone with her tongue, licking his body in return.

After licking each other for a while, Mr. Stone moved down Jessica's back, licking her rear, and began his
relentless assault on his daughter's vulva. He unskillfully pressed his tongue heavily against Jessica's labia.
He rubbed back and forth, letting out blissful moans. Jessica's genitals were still underdeveloped, covered only by
a thin layer of downy hair, making it easy for Mr. Stone to lick his daughter's entire vulva.

Joseph watched with great interest, but didn't forget his own activities. "Joe, why don't you
serve your master first?" he said, then sat down on the sofa with his legs spread, directing Joe with his eyes.
Joe obediently pulled down Joseph's pants, releasing his engorged penis, burying her head in Joseph's messy
hair, sucking on his penis as if it were a precious treasure. Soon, the dark penis was covered with her
glistening saliva.

Gradually, Jessica lost her strength; her hands could no longer support her weight, and she could only support
her upper body . She made meaningless cries, weakly shaking her buttocks, letting her father violate her.

Mr. Stone became increasingly pleased with his licking, eventually inserting most of his tongue into Jessica's vagina and
thrusting it in and out. Jessica's juices gushed out like a flood, leaving Mr. Stone's face
sticky. However, the scent of the female dog further aroused Mr. Stone's lust. He licked and licked with all his might, using his tongue
to fuck his daughter.

After licking for a while, Mr. Stone sat up, placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders, pressed his lower body against her
buttocks, and began to thrust listlessly, trying to get to the point. Although Mr. Stone's erect penis was only of average
quality, and Jessica's vagina was already overflowing with fluids, a human is not a dog. Mr. Stone worked hard, his face
flushed , barking incessantly, but still couldn't achieve his goal.

"Stone's a real idiot," Joseph sighed, patting Joel, who was diligently licking her. "Get up,
go help your dad fuck your sister."

Joel reluctantly spat out her master's penis, walked over to the two entangled individuals, lifted
Mr. , aimed it at Jessica's vagina, and pushed it in. Unexpectedly, Mr. Stone's hips jerked wildly,
and he actually inserted it into Jessica's anus.

Jessica screamed in agony, her body trembling violently. If it weren't for Joseph's hypnotic commands, she probably would have fainted from the pain
. But Mr. Stone didn't seem to care; instead, he howled with pleasure, vigorously thrusting his penis in and out of
Jessica's anus. His penis, moving in and out of Jessica's anus, drew out a few drops of blood—you could call it
deflowering .

Mr. Stone was indeed very engrossed in his role, howling like a wild beast as he vigorously thrust
into his daughter's anus. His hip movements were intense but lacked technique, simply pulling his penis out
and then thrusting it in again and again. Jessica clearly wasn't getting any pleasure; she just writhed in pain beneath Mr. Stone
, emitting whimpering sounds like a wounded puppy.

Joseph sighed inwardly. He had intended to give Jessica's virginity to poor Mr. Stone as a gift, but
the man was utterly clueless about romance. He woke Catherine, who was still nearby, and ordered her to serve the unsatisfied Joel.
(Ever since her first encounter with her mother, Joel had become bisexual, and her mother was her
favorite .) Joseph, however, decided to join the battle between the Stone father and daughter.

He went to Jessica, lifted one of her legs, flipped her over to one side, and
crawled between her legs. Throughout this process, Mr. Stone never stopped moving, only continuing
his piston-like thrusts inside his daughter's body, satisfying his most primal desires.

Joseph lay beneath Jessica, lifting her shoulders, examining the poor girl up close.
His porcelain-like face was filled with a mixture of pain and confusion, her small mouth wide open, constantly
exhaling hot, moist breath that sprayed directly onto Joseph's face.

Her breasts were snow-white and translucent, small enough to be grasped in one hand, their nipples a lovely pink, tempting
one to taste them. They swayed before Joseph's eyes with each thrust of Mr. Stone, arousing
his burning desire. He first steadied Jessica's buttocks with his hands, then aimed his incredibly erect penis at her
vagina, slowly forcing it in.

The ten-year-old virgin's vagina was indeed tight; despite the lubrication of Jessica's vaginal fluids and Joel's saliva, entry
was still incredibly difficult. Joseph looked down but still saw no blood. He steeled himself and
thrust upwards. Jessica let out a scream, and Joseph's penis plunged in
all the way, ending Jessica's virginity.

Joseph immediately felt his penis enter a warm, moist place, the tightness and pleasure almost making him
want to cheer. However, the problem was that because Joseph's penis was tightly gripped by the vaginal muscles, not only
was thrusting difficult, but even remaining still caused him slight pain. Fortunately, separated only by a thin membrane,
Mr. continued his tireless piston-like movements. Joseph could feel Mr. Stone's every insertion and withdrawal,
even the pulse of Mr. Stone's penis.

Although his lower body couldn't move, Joseph's hands didn't stop. He began to fondle
Jessica 's breasts, small and smooth, with a unique charm to touch. Joseph tried covering
Jessica's entire breast with his palm, feeling the extraordinary texture; they were so soft,
like . Then he pinched Jessica's nipple with two fingers, carefully rotating and tugging
at it until the entire areola slowly turned red.

Joseph's efforts began to pay off; a look of ecstasy slowly spread across Jessica's face,
and her cries were no longer painful, but sensual. Jessica gradually adapted to her father's vigorous movements. Because
all her sensitive areas were being invaded, if the pain was overcome, the pleasure that followed was astonishing.

Jessica's transformation was so rapid; the fact that she was a bitch meant she knew nothing of restraint.
Once she felt pleasure, she whimpered without any concealment, her voice filled with
the joy . She even began to try wiggling her little buttocks, welcoming each of her father's intrusions.

Joseph keenly sensed this change; the temperature inside her vagina began to rise gradually, and her
juices began to flow freely. The vaginal muscles writhed restlessly, as if condemning the intruder for neglecting
its duty to invade.

Without further hesitation, Joseph began to thrust in and out of Jessica's vagina in rhythm with Mr. Stone's movements
. Because her vagina was adapted to Joseph's size, the thrusting became increasingly smooth. Joseph and Stone...
The men, in a contest-like manner, thrust in and out, their two penises
churning

within Jessica's lower body like dragons in a watery pool, sending waves of pleasure through her. Jessica's petite body, like a miniature version of Meiji, was sandwiched between the two strong men, her body
rising and falling with their movements as if powered by an engine. Jessica was completely intoxicated by this immoral game;
she licked Joseph's chest wildly with her tongue, making incoherent whimpering noises, her immature buttocks
writhing , seeking more pleasure.

After hundreds of thrusts, Jessica, having just lost her virginity,
gradually approached the edge of orgasm under the influence of unfamiliar and strange pleasure. She felt a tremor deep within her pelvis, and couldn't help but
moan louder, her body slowly stiffening, her vagina beginning to convulse uncontrollably. Joseph, of course,
understood all this; he increased the speed of his thrusts, kneading Jessica's breasts even more vigorously.

Suddenly, Jessica screamed and collapsed into Joseph's arms as if her bones had fallen apart.
Her skin flushed a vibrant pink, and her entire body trembled involuntarily, telling the men of the intensity of her orgasm. She
was too exhausted to move; for a ten-year-old girl, she was utterly drained.

Joseph felt a tightness in her vagina, a pleasurable massage on his penis, coupled with a
sudden surge of heat, making him feel like he was in heaven. If he hadn't been a seasoned veteran, he would have been instantly defeated. He
gritted his teeth, showing no mercy, and began to thrust wildly and frantically. Under the influence of hypnosis, Mr. Stone seemed
to have inexhaustible energy; his movements remained fierce and intense.

Jessica's calm didn't last long. Under the men's tireless thrusting, she couldn't help but
squeeze , swaying her hips within their embrace, seeking the irresistible stimulation. In less than
fifteen minutes, Jessica reached her climax several times, so intense that she was too weak to continue. She could only slightly
twist her body to the man's rhythm, unable to utter a proper cry, only letting out hoarse moans.

Joseph was also approaching his climax, and as he struggled to hold back, Mr. Stone roared,
thrusting his penis deep into his daughter's anus, frantically ejaculating his semen, sending countless of Jessica's
brothers sisters deep into her intestines. Stimulated by the scalding liquid, Jessica reached another
peak of pleasure. However, having experienced so many orgasms, she no longer had the strength to express her joy; only her body
continued tremble, faithfully reflecting her feelings about sex.

Joseph simultaneously felt the intense orgasms of Mr. Stone and Jessica. The temperature inside their vaginas suddenly became scalding hot
, and his penis felt wave after wave of pulsation and compression, as if countless warm little hands were
caressing it. He could no longer restrain himself, thrusting his penis all the way in, pressing it against Jessica's clitoris, and together with his father
, ejaculated his thick, burning desire into Jessica's womb. Jessica's orgasm hadn't subsided,
and this stimulation only intensified it further; her entire pelvis spasmed, causing both men to ejaculate again,
almost to the point of exhaustion.

Joseph slowly withdrew his penis from Jessica's vagina, and a large amount of white, cloudy fluid
overflowed from Jessica's two orifices, mixed with streaks of blood, lasciviously wetting Jessica's fine downy hair, and then
slowly flowing down her innocent white thighs. Jessica's still somewhat immature face was filled with an alluring
charm after the storm, giving her a perverse beauty.

He glanced to the side and saw Qiao'er and her mother in a 69 position, giving each other the deepest
comfort. The mother and daughter's movements were so similar: one hand fiddling with the other's vulva, the other kneading their own
breasts, their faces displaying an expression more lewd than that of a lowly prostitute…

What a beautiful family!

(The End)

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