This is the final conclusion of a story about mind control. But there are no drugs, devices or gimmicks that make it happen. It is about the kind of mind control that happens every day. The kind where people become true believers and no amount of logic or reality can make them see truth. Don't believe it? Then you are not paying attention to the cults, both religious and political.
Synopsis to date: Sheila is a young girl that left her rural home to work in the city. With no family of social support network, she was drawn into the church called House of Love. There, the leaders twist religion to use for their own nefarious purposes. She has now escaped the cult and returned to where she finds the ones who truly love her.
Part 6 contains incest, both D/dd and Mother/son, anal, and lesbian. There is the brief reappearance of a nameless slave from Part 5. I believe that this story can stand alone without too much missing information. But you may wish to read part 4 to see the development of the relationship between Sheila and her father. Part 5 helps bring us to conclusion.
It also contains what many would call blasphemy, as has every other part in this tale. But then, that's the point about how cults control minds, isn't it? If those don't appeal to you, you may wish to hit your browser's back button now.
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House of Love Part 6 Epilogue – Off Road
Chapter 14 – Restart
It was a long ride out of town and back to Edward's home. The journey would not end until evening. White lines, telephone poles, and distance mesmerized the drifting mind. Music coming from the truck's tape player. Sheila just listened and let her mind float. Edward didn't ask questions. He simply concentrated on driving.
After a couple of hours of no conversation with Sheila, Edward opened a gambit.
"Are you OK, baby? I know you will talk when, or if, you are ever ready. I just want you to know that I'm here to listen, if you want to talk about it."
"I know you are, Daddy. But I just don't want to right now. I will, but I don't know when. Right now, all I want to do is be with the one person who I know loves me. Someone who loves me and doesn't want to manipulate me or use me."
"OK, then. You let me know what you need. And when you want to talk I'll be there for you," was all Edward said. There was some clue for Edward to ponder when Sheila used the word 'manipulation'. And she had implied that someone made her feel unloved. But whatever it was that was going on with Sheila, nothing was going to be helped by pushing her.
The rest of the ride wasn't total silence. Conversation was sparse and about topics of no consequence. But it gave Edward the assurance that, while what was going on in Sheila's life was significant, she was not paralyzed by it. Deeply hurt maybe, but not destroyed. Still, it had to be major. She would not have called him to come get her, and apparently cut all ties to her life, if this was just minor incident.
They arrived home tired, but hungry.
"Just get out what you need for tonight. We'll unload the rest tomorrow. It will be fine where it is" Edward suggested.
"Good idea, Daddy. I just want to eat and go to bed. Tomorrow is plenty soon enough."
When they entered the house, Edward said he would make something for them to eat while Sheila showered. By the time Sheila was done, so was Edward. Conversation continued to be light.
"Have you talked to your sister lately?" Edward asked, hoping to get more conversation from Sheila.
"No. I should have, but I was so busy that I didn't take the time. I should have and now I feel bad about it. We talked about getting together to celebrate her eighteenth birthday, but that slipped by also. So stupid of me not to understand who my real family is. Who really loves me."
Another clue for Edward to contemplate. He ruminated, "Something happened to make her break all of her connections in the city. Maybe something with the church. Well, let it go. She will tell me when she is ready."
Dinner, clean up, put away the leftovers. Edward showered, while Sheila made her final preparations for bed. He did not know what was going to happen with his daughter and himself. He knew what happened the last time Sheila stayed with him. He wanted it again.
Ever since she called for him to come get her, he could not get her out of his mind. He dreamed many nights of the love they had shared when she was last with him. The beauty of his daughter. Her nakedness. The curve of her breasts and the feeling of her nipples as he rolled them under his tongue. The way she pleased his cock with her mouth. The tightness of her sweet pussy as she rode him to orgasm. The incredible feeling of that ring milking his cum as he filled her ass.
He had masturbated to the memories. Making love to his daughter had been a spiritual experience. There had been nothing like it in his life. Sex with his wife, Sheila's mother, had never been that good.
But Edward could not presume that this time, things would go like the last. Hope with all of his heart, but not assume. He knew the truth was that she had seduced him. She had made the moves. She had controlled all that they did. Sex had been at her invitation.
He accepted it like a man in the desert dying of thirst accepts water. He was a most willing participant. When she had returned to the city, he thought he was going to collapse. Her coming come to him, to take him sexually, had almost given him a heart attack. Her leaving had almost killed him. It left a hole in his life that ached to be filled. But only his daughter could fill it.
Edward had expected that Sheila would have returned to him much sooner. But she went back to the city and he felt like she had forgotten him. Now he realized that she had neglected her sister also. So it wasn't just him she ignored. Something had drawn her away.
So now, maybe he felt a little better that it wasn't personal with him. She wasn't rejecting him. Edward had been afraid that their sexual relationship, established last time Sheila visited, had driven her away. Maybe she regretted what they had done. Maybe she hated him for the sex they shared.
As he stepped out of the master suite bathroom into the bedroom, he called out to the air, "I put sheets and blankets on the couch if you want to use..."
Before he could finish, Sheila stepped into his line of sight.
"I won't need them, Daddy. I sleep with you. We settled that last time I was here. I'm yours and I always will be. Any way you want me. I'll do anything for you, Daddy. But honestly, tonight I am physically and emotionally drained. Tonight, can we just snuggle together? I'll make it up to you."
Edward replied, "Sheila, you never have to 'make up' anything to me. I love you and I want you to be happy. I was afraid that you regretted what we shared last time. I was scared to death that I had made you hate me.
There is no rush on anything. There is no pressure and no demands. I love what we experienced in the past and if you like, we can continue that part of our relationship. When you are ready."
"Thanks, Daddy. I don't regret anything we did. In fact, I expect to be your lover for the rest of my life. And I am so sorry that I have neglected you. But tonight, I really need to sleep. I'm just exhausted."
Edward and Sheila crawled into bed and took comfort in each other's arms. Sheila had the first good night's sleep in many weeks.
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The next morning, Sheila slept late. Edward rose early and went about his daily routine. He didn't have to be anywhere. Since moving away from his former home, following the divorce, the twenty acres he bought kept him busy. There was always something to do.
Once people in the area had gotten to know him a little, he had picked up odd jobs from people who needed his skills. Everything he owned was bought and paid for. He had no debts. But money was tight and the extra work allowed him some financial breathing room.
Edward was a fairly good handyman with most basic tasks. He was a handsome man who kept in good shape due to all of the physical labor involved in keeping house and home together. More than once, Edward noticed women watching him as he worked at their place. He was not averse to removing his shirt, weather permitting, and giving them a little show.
