I thought about what I would do or say if mummy and daddy caught me. What excuse could I possibly have for coming into their room? I thought back to...when I would sleep in bed with mummy and daddy because of nightmares. That was it I thought. I had the perfect excuse for being there. I slowly opened the door just enough for me to peep my head through. I couldn't believe what I was doing. It was too late for me to back out now. Despite the room being dark I could vaguely make out mummy. I’d drive to the compound off of Wacker where Cal waited in the same condition. He always drove in a F150 with a hidden Hemi and wore rumpled clothes and coveralls that matched mine. Weekends I lounged, played with the kids, and at night I left in sweats and headed for house two. House two was more secure. I drove the Volvo (super tuned, of course) to an underground garage. At the bottom was a door no one but I could get through and that night I parked in it next to the ‘Stang. I rode a private. The girls were getting use to licking cum, mixed with blood. “I will be back each night to let you service me. Give me any shit and I will knock the hell out of you.”The girls were so afraid, but didn’t know how to prevent their dad from raping them each night. They did know that sucking out the cum wouldn’t keep them from getting pregnant, so they went on their own and got birth control pills. They just didn’t know what else to do.As time went on the dad didn’t come in every night to deposit a. Maisie can get reasonably good grades most of the time, if she half tries. As for me, I get pretty max grades all the time, and I rarely give a shit, or put forth any effort.Lately I have been reading up on hypnosis, self- and otherwise. I have learned to put myself into a trance-like state and just zone out or laser focus on anything I want to learn or to figure out. I can fall asleep in a snap, I can suppress pain or fear or probably just about anything. I can also do the opposite. I can.