Joshua sat hunched in his office, the cold light of the monitors painting his face in shades as dark as his desires. Ever since Sandra, his nubile 18 year old daughter, announced she would join a convent after graduation, a burning desire to corrupt and defile her had consumed him. With only five weeks left, he knew he had to act fast to reclaim what was rightfully his.

Recently, Sandra had been inseparable from her phone, using it to study for her finals, talk to her friends, help at her local and and preparing for her future life of piety. The device had never left her side, thwarting his plans. However, tonight presented the perfect opportunity. Sandra had invited her three closest friends over, their giggles and whispers filled the house with a chorus of naive temptation. The mindless chatter behind her bedroom door was exactly what he had counted on, a distraction that would allow him to act on his dark desires.

The house was filled with the mingled scents of teenage girls, sweet perfume, and the lingering aroma of soda and chips. It was a heady mix that Joshua inhaled deeply, his senses heightened by anticipation and lust

It had been over three hours since her friends arrived. He had waited long enough. A predatory smile played on his lips as he slowly and stealthily walked out of his office and to the bottom of the stairs, listening again. 

The floorboards groaned softly under his weight, a subtle intrusion, but the girls were too engrossed in their vapid conversation to notice.

“…it’s not even about sacrifice,” Sandra was saying, her voice carrying a newfound conviction that grated on him. “It’s about clarity. In a convent there are no distractions, no noise, just faith and God.”

Another girl, Emily maybe, gave a soft nod of admiration. “That’s brave, San. I don’t know if I could do it.” Joshua smirked, a predatory glint in his eyes.  He had far more interesting plans for that voluptuous, sinful body of his daughter, plans that would strip away her innocence and leave her begging for more.

He crept further up the stairs, each step deliberate and silent, his gaze fixed on the almost closed door at the end of the hall. The phone was within reach. Tonight, he would finally get what he needed to set his plan in motion.

Joshua across the hallway, silent and measured. He avoided the spots he knew creaked. He reached the hallway and stopped short of Sandra’s door, cracked open two inches.

His daughter sat cross-legged on the bed, laughing with a strawberry licorice stick between her fingers. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both innocent and intoxicating. He imagined those lips, now curved in laughter, pressed against his cock, her throat working hard as she took him deeper. The thought sent a jolt of heat through him that instantly made him hard. 'Soon, she would understand that her purpose was to serve him, to worship him with her body and soul.' 

He caught Tasha and Jules lounging near her closet, surrounded by open chip bags and half empty soda cans. Tasha, with her dark, sultry eyes and full lips, always had a way of drawing attention. His cock throbbed. He imagined that little tease, on her knees before Sandra, her mouth a hungry vacuum devouring Sandra's well fucked cunt. He pictured Sandra's hands tangled in the girl's hair, guiding her deeper, their moans a symphony of unrepentant lust, as she looked at him and his Cock with lust. 'They would be happier if they understood their true nature,' he thought. 'To serve, to obey, to please.'

Jules, more reserved, but with a hidden fire in her eyes. He imagined tearing that modest blouse from her body, exposing the curves she so desperately tried to conceal, and watching her tremble as he and Sandra treated her as their property, their fucktoy.

His stare then dated to Emily who had taken the floor, her back against the dresser, her hands fiddling with a throw pillow. He imagined her kneeling before him, head bowed in supplication, ready to receive Sandra's touch like a blessing. He'd make them both crave degradation, revel in the shame, and beg for more. 'If the world made any sense, they'd know their place as women was beneath men.

His wandering eyes finally found what they were looking for, Sandra’s phone, laying on the floor, beside the edge of her bed. The phone, Sandra's constant companion, lay innocently on the floor, its screen dark and unassuming. Joshua approached it with a predatory grace, his fingers brushing against the cool glass, a silent promise of the corruption to come.

He took a breath.

His arm slipped into the room.

No one noticed.

They were mid conversation. “I don’t even care if people think it’s weird,” Sandra said. “It’s not about them. It’s about God, finally belonging to something bigger.”

Joshua bent low, his spine tight. He reached past a crumpled napkin and lifted the phone, careful not to disturb anything around it.

Then he backed out, smooth and practiced, and quickly retreated down the hall into his study, where the door closed with a whisper.

He sat at his desk and got to work.

The phone unlocked without resistance. Sandra didn’t believe in passwords. Or rather, she didn’t believe she needed one. She was too trusting.

He worked quickly, connecting his laptop to phone and began to inject the Covenant app. The secret installer ran silently.

He couldn't look at the Covenant app once it launched, which was the point, he didn’t need to do anything else, it would work automatically, invisibly, leaving no trace.

He cleared the recent history. Wiped the screen against his sleeve. Then paused, just for a moment, staring at her background photo.

It was a picture from their trip to the beach 3 weeks back. Sandra and the same three girls upstairs, splashing in the waves, sun-kissed and carefree. Sandra was in the center, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her smile radiant, her tits begging for a spanking.

He imagined her one day choosing to replace this image with one of his own cock, thick and engorged, filling the entire screen. So she see it every time she reached for her phone, a constant reminder of her lust and her need for his dominance. He wanted it to be the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last thing she dreamed of at night. 'A constant reminder of who she belongs to.'

He shook the fantasy away, turned the screen off, and returned to the hall.

Now came the harder part.

He had to put the phone back.

And he had to do it without anyone noticing it had ever left.

Joshua waited at the edge of the door again. Listening.

One of them was telling a story now, Jules, something about her older sister and a skiing trip.

The laughter was loud, erratic. They weren’t paying attention. 

He moved, entering the room again, low and careful.

The floor creaked under his weight.

Emily shifted.

Joshua froze.

She didn’t turn.

Sandra laughed again, tossed her head back.

Joshua crouched and placed the phone back exactly where it had been, angled the same, resting against the edge of the comforter.

He pulled back.

And then: a voice.

“Dad?”

His chest tightened.

Sandra had turned. She was looking past him now, eyes squinting like she’d only half registered his presence. “Everything okay?”

He imagined her on her knees, head bowed in submission, her body trembling with unbridled incestous desire, her eyes pleading for his touch, for his abuse. 'Soon, baby girl. Soon you'll accept your destiny.'

Joshua gave a slight smile, stayed near the doorframe. “Just… checking to see if you girls wanted more sodas.”

Tasha perked up. “Yes, please.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “I’ll bring some up.”

He slipped out.

Down the stairs, into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbed four cans, hand slightly trembling now. He set them on a tray, walked back up.

When he knocked and handed them through the door, Sandra was smiling again, no suspicion on her face.

“Thanks, Dad.”

He smiled back. “Have fun.”

Back in his study, door closed, he finally let himself exhale.

It was done.

And she didn’t even know something had happened. 'Women were so predictably naive, so easily deceived.'

Later that day, hours after her friends had left, Joshua crept towards Sandra's door, cracking it open just enough to peek inside. The bedroom was a shrine to Sandra's impending life change, posters of scripture and inspirational quotes adorning the walls. A crucifix hung above her bed, its presence a constant reminder of the faith she sought to embrace, a barrier Joshua was determined to break.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of her bedside lamp. The air was thick with the scent of strawberry licorice and the lavender scent of her shampoo.

Sandra knelt beside her bed, hands clasped tightly in prayer. "Oh, Lord," she whispered, her voice filled with a fervent piety that both aroused and angered him. "I thank you for your guidance, for showing me the path to righteousness. Help me to resist temptation, to remain pure in your eyes. Grant me the strength to dedicate my life to your service." 'He'd make her forget all about God. She had no idea how much she'd enjoy being defiled.'

He watched her, his heart pounding in his chest. Her slender neck was exposed, her blonde hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of gold. He imagined her kneeling before him, not in prayer, but in supplication, her lips pressed against his flesh, her body trembling with a desire only he could ignite. 'In time she'll be begging for it. Begging for her Daddy's touch.'

His gaze drifted to her phone, lying innocently on the bedside table. The "Covenant" app was working silently, invisibly, weaving its insidious magic into the fabric of her faith. Soon, her prayers would be directed towards him, her devotion twisted into an unholy incestuous obsession. 'She would worship him, not some imaginary God.'

He imagined her on the bed, legs spread wide, begging him to take her, to fill her with his seed. He imagined her whispering "Daddy," eyes, once filled with innocent faith, now burning with a lust that only he could satisfy. 'She would be his, body, mind and soul.'

A wave of heat washed over him, a potent mix of desire and exhilaration. He lingered for a moment longer, savoring the anticipation, before retreating back to his study. It was time to be patient. 

As Sandra finished her prayer, she opened her eyes and glanced at her phone, lying innocently beside her. The screen remained dark, yet a subtle shift in the air prickled her skin. She picked it up, her fingertips gliding across the cool glass. A faint unease settled in her stomach, a feeling she couldn't quite place. Just nerves about leaving, probably.

Unbeknownst to her, her phone had become a Trojan horse, Covenant's insidious digital  tendrils beginning to weave their way into the fabric of her mind. Subliminal whispers, too faint for conscious detection, danced just below the surface of her awareness, subtly nudging her thoughts in a new direction. The app wasn't forcing anything, just suggesting. 

As Sandra placed the phone back on the nightstand and prepared for sleep, a fleeting thought crossed her mind: 'Is it right to leave him? He's done so much for me... He was there for me even before God'. A subtle image flashed in her mind, her father's face, etched with a hint of sadness, a silent plea for her to stay. 'He'll be so lonely.' The transformation had begun, disguised as simple filial piety.