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story_codes: M/gg (7, 7) g/g, incest, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: A brilliant and violent felon is released from prison only to find himself the subject of an experiment in control. Among his temptations are twin little girls partially created form his own DNA.


story_language: English




REL: The Submission Trials

Written by madvlad


comments_readers: A brief explanation for those who haven't read other REL stories:

	The Replicated Enhanced Lifeform, or REL, is a laboratory grown human used for a variety of tasks - some mundane and other more exotic. Aside from their brains, REL bodies are completely human except for the ability to self-generate (and potentially live forever) and heal rapidly - a desirable thing for a quality product - and other customizable features. Their brains are a mix of cybernetics and human tissue.

	About five years after the first RELs came onto the market, a phenomenon occurred in which some RELs were developing personalities beyond their programmed parameters. After a few years of experiencing life and the world around them, they developed likes and dislikes (for anything from food and drink to other people) and other aesthetic features in their behaviors. 
The manufacturer had an easy fix - a brain wipe that would erase these uncomfortably human features but retain the basic original programming.

	Some RELs have been made as children. Although they might age chronologically, they will always remain their original age in physical, mental, and emotional maturity. 

	Society has become divided over whether RELs deserve human rights or are simply property. Legally, they are only property and are at the mercy of their owners.

---

	Sociopath, murderer, racketeer, rapist. Labels to some, but Burgess considered them to be amusing high points for his prison resume. These were the things that allowed him to get ahead, to move up the corporate ladder of the inmate population which really ran the facility as the guards and therapists and officials were merely window dressing. At twenty-nine, Burgess had once again reached the peak just as he had when running his gang on the outside.

	Except he was somehow now free, just two years into a forty-year sentence. That's what they told him, anyway, when he was escorted, unshackled to the transport. Now it had landed outside of a sprawling mountain home whose exterior of rough stone and unfinished wood screamed of carefully arranged rustic-chic - whoever lived here acted as if they thumbed their nose at fashion standards while really hoping be admired by those in the groove for doing it.

	Stepping from the vehicle, Burgess stretched his tall frame in the open air, rubbing the spot on his neck where they had given him the injection. From the porch of the house, a woman in designer jeans, hand-tooled leather boots and an open flannel shirt made from Patagonian wool. Like her home, her wardrobe was expensively informal.

	When Burgess had previously seen Candace Faccio, PhD, she had always been in business attire with pen and stylus noting whatever he said or she observed. Ostensibly, it was for counselling but Burgess read her articles and treatises on-line and knew he was the subject of many of them without being named. Of course, then she had armed security guards with her. Now, the transport lifted off and he saw no sign of anyone with a pulse rifle pointed in his direction. Maybe there was someone hidden in the trees.

	Candace stepped forward briskly with the air of someone in charge - that hadn't changed even if her clothing had. She held out her hand to greet him as a colleague although Burgess suspected she still considered him to be a laboratory animal. Of course, such creatures had been outlawed for decades but he didn't think that the law was an issue for those who deemed their works to be "progress". Another label Burgess had been given, based on his evaluations, was genius. 

	Dr. Faccio was also a genius and Burges suspected that he was now in a new competition. Well, prison had been so easy that it had become a bore so he looked forward to the game, whatever it may be.

	They shook hands and Candace ushered him into the house.

	"I take it you have one hell of a security system," he noted.

	"There's no need, as you'll see."

	"And I'm not really free."

	"Within parameters, you are," she told him.

	"I like parameters; they're fun to play with."

	Candace favored him with an indulgent smile. Evidently, he had amused her with his assumption while she knew she held the cards. Reaching out, she tapped the small, irritated spot on his neck.

	"That is the reason you're here. Yes, it's an experiment I call the submission trial. There was a chip put in there - one that controls though hormones and micro-current impulses. This particular one has you conditioned to obey me by verbal commands or by gesture. During your stay, we shall prove that even the most incorrigible of people can be conditioned to exist within society."

	"And my getting implanted and released was all within the law," Burgess flatly stated.

	Candace looked at the man six years her junior. Tall, shaven-headed, and incredibly strong without the heavy musculature, he also possessed a keen mind. The last asset was as important to her work as his physical features and his criminal psyche.

	"Laws are like your parameters - meant to be played with by those who can," she said. "And since this is for the good of society, there are details that can be swept aside."

	Bullshit. Candace Faccio was working for her own prestige. And what better way to test her submission thing than to do it with the biggest, baddest lab rat around?

	"So it's just you and I, alone for hours of intimate therapy every day in the brisk country air?" he smirked.

	"Oh no, we'll be in a family setting. Girls!"

	Candace clapped her hands and two little girls with their blonde hair in long pigtails came scampering out before dutifully stopping and looking at Candace with their hands clasped obediently in front of them.

	"I didn't know you had kids," Burgess said.

	"Not just mine - yours as well."

	"I didn't know we had fucked."

	"Watch your language in front of the children," Candace said in a tone that expected nothing less than complete compliance. "Blair and Charlotte are RELs, grown to be age seven. Your DNA was used as well as mine. Hence, the family dynamic."

	"Do they have chips as well?"

	Candace gave him a sigh of annoyance. 

	"Of course not, they are programmed and, if they require it after time, they can be brain-wiped for a proper reset."

	A proper reset. Burgess knew that REL-style brain-wipes had been modified and tested on some of the worst prisoners and custody - the results had been utter disasters. The subjects who had been left a drooling meat bags had been the better successes. The brains of natural humans were not meant to take what the REL counterparts could handle with ease.

	"And this use of DNA in making your own RELs is just another parameter to be fff...to be tossed around."

	Candace noted his abortive attempt to curse and gave him a look of satisfaction. Burgess gave no outward sign of his reaction to his suddenly controlled speech and regarded his "daughters". They were identical twins, sharing his blonde hair (at least when he didn't shave his scalp) and green eyes. So he was now a lab rat and a daddy. Oh, happy day.

	"Girls," Candace stated. "This is your father. He'll be staying with us."

	"Yes, Mother," they dutifully chorused, the only emotion being their curiosity about this stranger who was their father. 

	For the next week, Burgess spent hours each day answering questions as Candace took notes for her next paper. As he was compelled by the chip to cooperate, he had no choice. During the first three days, he found himself pining for prison. But then he developed a change in attitude which he kept to himself and the sessions continued.

	As for the girls, he had little interaction with them save for meal times. In prison, Candace had learned that he enjoyed cooking and that now became his responsibility. She could order online from stores that delivered from a small town - one of those Western enclaves that attracted the artsy types when the ski season was in remission - an hour away. Aside from the deliveries, they were as isolated as Candace desired for she never ventured into the town. 

	Along with Burgess' culinary skills, Candace was triumphantly pleased that for all of his handling of the kitchen cutlery (she had a large and expensive assortment that she had never bothered to use); he never thought to use any of it on anything besides the food he was preparing. Those observations were recorded in a journal that she knew would become a prestigious series on her submission trials. Of course, she'd have to use a more benign term for induced submission. "Compliance Conduction Therapy" had a nice ring to it. With her writing and her resident test subject, she would not have to spend tedious hours with other patients who were less productive to her needs.

	It also became apparent that Blair and Charlotte were merely props. DNA aside, Candace had no maternal feelings for the children; her conversations usually consisted of scolding and admonitions to remember their table manners. Burgess found it amusing - they may have been programmed, but they were still kids who sometimes preferred fingers to forks and shirt sleeves to napkins. 

	After a week, though, Candace decided that she would study her pet reprobate as he was thrust into a paternal role. This began with her typical summons before she ordered Blair to hug her father. 

	Having never hugged anyone before, the little girl approached him shyly. Burgess was seated and leaned over to give her a hug. It had occurred to him before that he had been a long time without sex. In prison, there had been a couple of female guards who found him dangerously exciting and gave him what all parties wanted. 

	Then there were other prisoners. Not that men were normally his thing but in prison, it was a way to establish dominance and Burgess was never even threatened with being on the receiving end of these encounters.

	Before his incarceration, Burgess had females of all ages - a few of them in their late preteen years. Blair and Charlotte were much younger than that, but he figured that meant that they would be really tight on his dick and he had used a few REL hookers in the past to know how much their bodies could stretch if needed in all the right places. 

	Hugging Blair while Charlotte waited her turn, Burgess knew that Candace was observing him. Well, if she wanted to see where his interest lay, he'd show her. Slowly and deliberately, he slid his hand down the girl's back before stopping at her rump. Then he squeezed a pleasingly round little buttock through her dress.

	"Stop that!" Candace ordered her voice laced with disgust. "You are not to molest the children."

	Burgess moved his hand again and when he hugged Charlotte, he kept both hands where they should be. 

	When the girls were sent to another room, Blair turned to her sister.

	"I liked it when Daddy hugged me."

	"Me, too," Charlotte confirmed. "But why did Mommy get mad when he touched your bottom?"

	"I don't know. I liked it."

	Charlotte thought about this and then understood.

	"Mommy always gets mad when we do things we like."

	Blair nodded and the girls played quietly. They always had to do things quietly, or else.

	His inappropriate behavior with Blair aside, Burgess had been a model subject. But even that episode, Candace reasoned, was outside of her initial commands. In the days that passed since then, her order had been followed precisely - Burgess never even gave the girls anything more than a perfunctory hug or assistance with something that required momentary, non-sexual contact. Things were going so well, in fact, that then began thinking of other stresses to add to push Burgess to the limits.

	Candace awoke to the sound of curtains sliding and then the brilliance of the morning sun illuminating her room. As Burgess opened the curtains, she smelled something delicious and then saw a cheese omelet, bacon, and a cup of real coffee (the latter two officially banned by the National Nutritional Well-Being Enforcement Act but still available through back channels) sitting on a tray nearby.

	"I thought breakfast in bed would be a nice change," Burgess cheerily announced.

	The breakfast was nice but the independent thoughtfulness was wonderful - certainly a new area to clinically explore. Sitting up, Candace readied herself to be served. 

	Burgess approached, ignoring the tray and then Candace saw an object in his hand that looked familiar. But no, that was kept locked in her study, which he was forbidden to enter.

	"Eat up," he said as he jabbed the chip injector into her neck and squeezed. 

	There was a hiss and Candace yelped as the chip shot into her. She tried to get up but was forced to sit still when Burgess ordered her to. He must have set the chip's engrams perfectly to his own voice.

	Burgess sat in a chair and took the tray into his lap so he could eat while observing her.

	"No...how...?" Candace sputtered. 

	"Your notes were helpful - very detailed," Burgess noted as he spoke around a mouthful of eggs. 

	"When did you break submission?" she asked, her anger and clinical curiosity overriding her initial fear. Of course she would get out of this - she was ultimately in charge.

	"On the third day," he casually replied. "It's a matter of willpower and mental discipline. That thing with Blair's ass? I was testing you. And her, in a different way - she was built well."

	"Don't you-"

	"You will not speak unless I tell you to. Now take off that nightgown and sit still."

	Candace disrobed but Burgess didn't seem interested in her nudity. She was relieved but somewhat annoyed. She knew she maintained a fine figure.

	When Burgess finished hi breakfast, he held the tray out.

	"From now on, you'll only walk upright when you need to carry something - like when you wash these dishes and everything else in the sink. Aside from that, you'll be on your hands and knees."

	Part of Candace railed at these commands, but she knew she would comply - she had no choice as her own drive had been subverted. With the chip installed, her brain was now programmed to respond to his authority.

	"One thing, though," Burgess continued. "You don't have to worry about me raping you. To paraphrase the twentieth century philosopher, George Carlin, I wouldn't fuck you with a stolen dick."

	When the dishes were done, Candace was back to her hands and knees as Blair and Charlotte came skipping, naked, into the room. They were amused at their suddenly silly mommy who went about like a dog, now. In their innocence, they saw no darker purpose.

	"We're doing jobs, now," Blair bubbled proudly. "Daddy taught us last night so we could show you."

	"These are special jobs," Charlotte added. "They're called blowjobs."

	Candace wanted to protest but it was fruitless as Burgess slipped out of his shorts and sat on the couch with his legs wide and rampant erection at the ready. The sigh of the thing reminded Candace of reports of Burgess' remarkable sex drive. The man could recover his hardness on short order and do this repeatedly. The rape reports had been thorough.

	The little girls clustered eagerly in front of their father's prick, licking at it with their tiny tongues from the bottom up until the entire thing was slathered in spit. Being a little quicker, Blair reached the head and was the one who got to put it in her mouth. Charlotte muttered in disappointment but then resumed her licking on the lower portion of the shaft while her small hands caressed the man's hairy scrotum.

	Blair was taking her time sucking at the glans while swirling her tongue over it but Burgess wanted more. Tugging her by her pigtails, he yanked her mouth down until he was nearly touching her tonsils. Blair nearly gagged but had obviously been well-trained. Releasing the girl's hair, Burgess sat back and let her ravenously pump her face up and down on his meat, stroking it with her lips, tongue and inner cheeks. Her freed pigtails swayed with the movement while Charlotte's jiggled as she continued her tongue work.

	Blair muttered saliva-rich sounds as she gobbled the prick invading her small mouth. She was working earnestly and soon got her reward as it spewed into her mouth.

	"Don't forget to share," Burgess reminded her as he finished.

	Blair removed her mouth from him with a sucking noise as she kept her wages in her mouth. Then she kissed Charlotte on the mouth briefly before both girls parted their lips. Their tongues intertwined with Blair painting Charlotte's with their father's cum. Candace tried to look away from the innocently lewd little girls but Burgess told her to watch. 

	Much of the semen leaked out, splattering on both girls' torsos. Giggling, each girl lapped the stuff from her sister's flat chest and tummy. 

	"That's a blowjob," Blair happily informed her mother.

	"Daddy, can we do it again?" Charlotte asked.

	"Of course, Burgess replied indulgently, enjoying his role as the doting father. 

	Candace's sleep was fitful; her dreams littered with images of two little blondes with their young mouths stuffed with the unimaginable. By day, Blair and Charlotte had improved their skills to the point where they were taking their father's erection all the way in. Even with her eyes closed in slumber, Candace now saw each child with her eyes wide and pigtails swinging as the felon's prick slid in and out of their bulging throats. 

	The first time it happened to each girl, there was some distress. But now they were used to it and happily rubbed their bellies afterward while Burgess' sperm warmed them from the inside. Candace tried to fight the submission chip, but could do nothing against it or stop the increasing depravity.

	"Daddy showed us movies about bitches," Blair sweetly told her one day as Burgess laid Charlotte face down on the heavy oak dining table. "Daddy had lots of bitches when he was in jail and now he'll let us be bitches, too."

	"Charlotte, "Burgess said as he patted the youngster's bare buttocks. "Tell your mother what bitches do. Tell her what you saw in the movies."

	Charlotte turned to the woman on her hands and knees and calmly explained.

	"Bitches give blowjobs with their bottoms. Blair and me are going to be Daddy's bitches and I get to be first."

	The child's position on the table and the sight of Burgess greasing his hard-on left no doubt of the man's intent to Candace - he was going to force that huge thing to Charlotte's little body! While Candace had no emotional attachments to the girls, the idea that she was going to witness such a violation made her nauseous.

	"Tell her about the present I gave you two," Burgess said to Blair. 

	"Daddy put stuff behind our ears," the girl said. 

	It took a moment for Candace to understand. She kept a small kit in the house to load small changes through the subdermal pad that each REL had behind their ears. It was meant for things that didn't require a more complex program and testing with better equipment and technical personnel.

	"I made some enhancements to part of their nervous systems," Burgess explained as he pushed his dick between the small, soft orbs of Charlotte's rump. They're going to love it."

	"Am I bitch, now, Daddy?" Charlotte asked.

	"Not yet, Honey. I'm only at the entrance. I have to go all the way in and fuck you until I cum."

	"Oh," Charlotte replied calmly.

	She was less calm when her anus began to stretch from the onslaught of the man's prick. Her REL physiology kept her from tearing but she squirmed and whimpered as her tiny virgin ass was penetrated by the thick meat. Her innards were being pressed and pushed outward as her rectum was forced open.

	"Daddy, it hurts!" she yelled. "I don't want to be a bitch!"

	"Sure you do," Burgess soothed as he continued to anally impale the little girl. "It will get better, I promise."

	Charlotte's tubing uncurled in ways a human's couldn't do without extensive preparation. The hard prick sank all the way into the warm lushness of her oily guts until Burgess' pubic hair was mashed flat against her butt. Now he began to fuck her slowly, making the seven year-old whine as her body became a sex toy. 

	The whining intensified, changing in pitch and interspersed with grunts and groans. A squeak of surprise escaped her gaping mouth and she struggled to speak.

	"Daddy, my kitty is wet and funny."

	"That's right. I changed you and your sister so you can cum very easily."

	Charlotte mumbled something else and then laid her had on the table, turning it so that she was staring at her mother while the man buggered her with increasing speed. Soft mewls of new lust escaped her parted lips as her immature body reacted in a grown-up way.

	Burgess had never felt an ass this good as his pounded his cock into the child's heated anal chamber. Her asshole clutched at his member as if milking it while the rest of him luxuriated in the press of her tender flesh around his piston-like dick. Spread by the cock slamming in and out of her, the little girl's bubbly ass cheeks quivered as her rectum and colon were churned.

	"Aiiii!" Charlotte cried as her first orgasm ripped through her. It made her writhe; grinding her ass lining around the bludgeon of her father's raping cock. That set Burgess off and, with powerful bursts, he rectally inseminated the mind-blown child. 

	"Now you're a bitch," Burgess informed the girl.

	"Thank you, Daddy," she replied fuzzily as the man pulled his dick from her.

	Blair stared at the leakage coming from her twin sister's red, gaping, sodomized orifice. While watching her sister get ass-fucked, she had felt the need to fondle her bald cunt and it was getting wet and funny like Charlotte had said hers did. 

	"My turn!" she piped up. 

	There were semen stains at one corner of Charlotte's mouth and her legs were sticky from the good coming out of her ass. After two days of her and Blair taking Burgess' dick at both ends, they were learning yet a new thing. She was fiddling with her clit and making her smooth cleft glisten with fluids as she told her mother about the next phase.

	"Little girls can give blowjobs and be bitches and now Daddy will let us be whores. Do you know what a whore is, Mommy?"

	"What?" Candace asked dully as she winced. Her knees were quite raw from her required method of walking.

	"A whore gets a cock in her kitty and cums. And then Daddy cums."

	Candace had figured that this would be inevitable and now Blair was on the table - Burgess' preferred place when he wanted Candace to watch so she could see everything - with her legs spread as she fondled her baby-smooth cunt. Burgess ordered Candace to stand and observe.

	"You are such a good whore, Burges praised the girl. "You got yourself wet and ready for me."

	Blair smiled at the compliment as she took her hand away so Burgess could put his hard-on in its place. It was then that it occurred to Candace that she had never said a kind word to her lab-grown daughters during their existence. 

	Forgoing any formalities, Burgess ripped into the child's hairless twat with full strength. Blair screamed as her hymen was ruined and the shock of her pussy's sudden expansion ran through her. With blood pooling out from the plump, hairless lips that were forced apart, the seven year-old had her virgin cunt pounded and filled. With the man's dickhead battering her cervix, Blair's brutally widened tunnel now elongated until the man's entire length was now implanted in her deflowered little snatch.

	Blair's pain was drowned in the roiling arousal as the hardness wetly grated against her sensitive cunny walls. Her temperature rose and her buttery baby twat lubricated sluttishly so it could be roughly taken. Blair's head shook lazily, her eyes wide and her tongue protruding as her climax approached. A keening wail signaled that the peak had struck. On either side of the man's rutting pelvis, the little toes on her feet curled and flexed open as a fierce explosion tore through her crotch.

	But Burgess kept plowing is cock into the seven year-old's snug, squelching twatlet. In ecstasy, Blair kept her legs wide to allow the man to use her tiny pussy with vicious thrusts until his seed boiled into the miniature receptacle of her uterus. It filled and them more jism was forced out of the straining cunt until it splattered on the table in a pinkish froth.

	While Blair lay panting, Burgess laid Charlotte next to her on the table. The second girl smiled at her daddy while she spread her legs and displayed her hairless cunny so she could be a whore just like her sister.

	"Mommy! Look!"

	Burgess had been pleased when a package he had ordered arrived earlier that day. None of the children's holes had been left unviolated and yet they did not understand that this was anything but a fun activity. Blair and Charlotte walked into the room, hand-in-hand while their pleased father came in after them. 

	They were nude, of course. None of them had worn any clothing for weeks. But now Blair was sporting a strap-on dildo which she waved proudly at her mother.

	"Charlotte hasn't been a whore for Daddy for three days and he said her cherry has grown back. So I get to pop it and she can be my whore!"

	Candace knew that a REL female's hymen, like most other parts, would regenerate. She didn't know that Burgess had only used Charlotte in two places for a while but now understood his purpose. Clenching her jaw, she let the girl prattle on since she hadn't been given permission to speak.

	"When Charlotte is a whore for me, we can be dykes," Blair excitedly continued.

	Charlotte lay on the plush carpet in front of her mother and then opened her legs so her sister could crawl on top of her. As this was their first time, they were a bit awkward but at last Blair was able to thrust into the bald, puffy mound between Charlotte's legs and give the other little girl her second torn cherry. 

	Charlotte flinched and leaked a couple of tears before letting out a long moan as the hard rubber cock slid all the way into her and forced her cunt to elongate to take it all in. Her little white pussy lips stretched around the sliding shaft and beads of crimson escaped from the fleshy seal. 
Bracing herself up on her arms, Blair gazed at her sister while she pumped her compact ass to drive the dong in and out of Charlotte's clutching snatch. 

	Unable to move, Candace watched as the pigtailed little angels fornicated, their soft groans in rhythm to the juicy thrusts of the dildo that one child stroked inside the other. Charlotte was feverish in her arousal and Blair nearly matched it from the pressure of the dildo harness mashing her cunt and the knowledge and view of what she was doing to her twin. 

	Catching a gesture of reminder rom her father, Charlotte reached up and pressed her hands against the undeveloped breasts of her sister. Blair murmured appreciatively as her chest was massaged; her nipples hardening beneath Charlotte's fingers. Fucking with urgency, Blair came just as Charlotte did; the seven year-olds sharing their first lesbian orgasm.

	When Blair withdrew her dripping dildo from Charlotte's oozing twat, Charlotte unsteadily got to her hands and knees.

	"Charlotte got it all wet," Blair chirped as she positioned the end of the rubber toy between her sister's silky buttocks. "So now she can be my bitch, too."

	Charlotte moaned as Blair drilled the dildo into her tight and tender ass. Rocking together, the two little girls engaged in anal sodomy with Blair slamming her small pelvis against the round cushions of her sister's rump. With her eyes half closed and her mouth slightly opened, Charlotte was lost in pleasure as she was taken by the other child.

	Burgess woke in the master bedroom, having relegated Candace to sleeping on a mat in the kitchen months ago. But the light in the attached bathroom was on and he went to investigate.

	Candace was standing next to a filled bathtub, clutching a small TV that was plugged into a wall outlet and looked at Burgess in desperate triumph.

	"Did they cancel your favorite talk show?" he asked mildly.

	"Deactivate my chip or else I end this," Candace hissed. "I've done this much on my own - will power and mental discipline, like you said."

	"So why didn't you just kill me?"

	"I haven't gotten that far but I could take any more of your acting as my master sand those filthy things you do with the children."

	"They like it. And this is all you could manage after four months?" Burgess chuckled.

	"It doesn't matter," Candace shot back with a rictus grin. "You can't plan for anything long term. You need me. This is where you've utterly failed."

	"I have access to everything of yours - finances, professional codes, anything I need. This is where you've utterly failed. You've overestimated your worth."

	Lashing out with his foot, Burgess hit the woman in the small of her back and sent Dr. Candace Faccio tumbling into the water while inane sofa chatter blared on the TV in her hands.

	
SEVEN YEARS LATER

	"...and so the basis for settling the criminally misfit members into society is determining what needs and levels will provide contentment. For it is contentment amidst the turmoil of today's world that keeps people within the norms."

	Finishing his review of the article, written under the byline of Candace Faccio - the renowned psychiatrist who formulated her groundbreaking theories while on her continuing sabbatical, Burgess hit the submit button on the web page.

	Submit...yeah.

	The article he had just finished was utter bullshit, which meant the academics and policy wonks in their precious little salons would gobble this up while another commission check would be deposited into Candace's account. 

	Still, Burgess wondered about contentment. It was true that he was content and that he hadn't committed any crimes (at least in public) for the past seven years. But of course, what brought him contentment wouldn't be approved by society - his intellectual sparring (and often duping) with others in the world of psychiatry, making comfortable amounts of money while using a false identity, and having a pair of little sexpots who adored their daddy ready to do whatever he wanted. 

	Shortly after Candace's fatal swim, he ventured into the town in her environmentally-friendly, carbon-neutral mini-SUV to buy a new TV for the bathroom. Candace may have gone unmissed, but he really wanted another TV for the bathroom (this one being safely wall-mounted). There, he committed no robberies or rape of murders. It was so much about contentment - he planned to stay around for a while and didn't care to shit where he ate. Return trips were much the same and always alone.

	If he kept returning with two little girls who never aged, people might take more notice of him. Blair and Charlotte didn't mind as they had everything they wanted in their home. 

	Not for the first time, Burgess wondered if he loved him. He didn't think so as he doubted he was capable of love. But he certainly had grown quite fond of them. Over the past year, they had begun to develop personality traits beyond their original programming - the emergence of sentience. But Burgess had no plans to brain-wipe either of them.

	Blair had become more rambunctious when it came to sex, liking it wild and rough. As if acting as a counter point, Charlotte was more docile. Regardless, both sisters had a strong bond and anything that Blair did to Charlotte, however bizarre, never amounted to anything serious that Charlotte's REL form could not heal in a short time. And there were no hard feelings from the girl as she knew that her sister loved her.

	In that regard, Burgess considered love to be quite useful.

	There was movement in his lap and he looked to see Charlotte shifting in her sleep as she sat facing him and leaning against his midsection. Her warm breath brushed across his chest and she once again became still. As usual, she was nude - neither girl wore clothing in the house unless it was for some kind of sexual role-playing.

	The completion of Burgess' latest article had been delayed when Blair led Charlotte into the room and announced that her sister needed some double penetration. A new strap-on dildo - this one larger than Burgess' cock and festooned with bumps and swirls on the surface, had been delivered the day before. 

	By now, Blair had become quite adept at handling her strap-on toys and once Burgess had managed to squeeze his dick all the way into Charlotte's tight and sultry twat while he lay on his back, Blair pushed her twin forward onto the man and hammered her latest plaything into Charlotte's agonizingly straining ass chute. Together, the man and girl double fucked the squirming seven year-old; plumbing her tiny fuck sockets and timing it so that the squealing filling for their incestuous sex sandwich was forced to cum five times before Burgess blasted her cock-swollen little snatch with his jism. Blair had enjoyed a few climaxes, too, and had giggled when she unstrapped the dildo and left it in Charlotte's ass before going to another room to play with some regular children's toys.

	Charlotte had been worn out and cuddled against her father as he sat in his chair to write. She liked to nap against him like this while he worked and she was never a bother this way. Even now, her REL orifices were returning to their normal small size so she would be a close fit for the next time - probably before dinner. 

	Picking up Blair's dildo that he had put on his desk, Burgess looked at the cruel tool and sighed. He really ought to go after Blair and give her the violent ass-raping she deserved. The child would screech and flail and have several strong orgasms by the time he spewed inside her. 

	Stroking Charlotte's hair, he decided to let her nap a while longer before taking her with him to see Blair. Sweet Charlotte would gather some of her stuffed animals around her and diddle her hairless little pussy while watching the raunchiness of her daddy and sister enjoying each other's company.

	Picking up a class of Cabernet (he had acquired a taste for good win after finding Candace's private stock in the basement), Burgess silently toasted his contentment.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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