Zallia stood in the cavernous entrance hallway of her house, hands clasped together behind her back, eyes cast downwards, waiting for her stepfather to descend the stone staircase. She had been there for half an hour.

When she and the Lord’s men had returned home, one of them had gone up to inform him of the procedure’s success. He had come back and instructed her to wait at the bottom of the stairs until her stepfather was ready to see her, and she had meekly complied. It didn’t upset or annoy her that she’d had to wait for so long. The Lord had many duties and responsibilities to the townspeople, and his time was infinitely more valuable than that of a silly girl like her. Besides, he was the man of the house, and his wishes and whims should - must - always be respected.

Zallia knew these facts to be true, as surely as if she knew her own name. She also knew that her stepfather had told them to her in the past, but she’d refused to accept them. She was well aware that she’d despised him and openly rebelled against him as recently as three hours ago, and the knowledge made her feel sick with anguish. She wanted nothing more than to make amends with her Daddy.

She was also well aware that the reason for her change of attitude was the magical brainwashing process Magus Thezon had put her through. But that didn’t trouble her, because it was something the Lord had wished for, and what he wished for, he must receive. And besides, what had all that defiance ever brought her? Fury and misery, and feeling like an outsider in her own home. Now she had peace and contentment, and newfound resolve. Her free will was a small price to pay for such tranquility.

Her submissive reverie was interrupted by the sound of echoing footsteps above her, and she immediately snapped to attention - not altering her pose, but tightening it, making it more rigid. Moments later, her stepfather stood in front of her. She could see his bare feet on the stone floor, and the flowing robes around his legs.

Reaching under her head, he cupped her chin and tilted her head up so she could look directly into his face. She looked up at his greying hair (tied back in a ponytail), his pointed beard, and his sea-green eyes, feeling as though she was seeing him for the first time. How could she ever have been so unruly, brought so much stress and embarrassment to such a perfect, powerful man? She was a weak little girl who needed to obey the wishes of the man in her life, and right now that was her Daddy. And with his giant hand cradling her face, she felt even more small and vulnerable.

“Welcome home, Zallia,” he said warmly, his thumb stroking her jawbone, sending shivers through her.

She giggled. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“Don’t you feel better now?” the Lord said with a leering smile, his eyes glinting with triumph.

“Oh, so much better, Daddy,” she sighed gratefully. “Thank you so, so much! And...” Her eyes flicked downwards again out of shame, struggling to make eye contact with the man she’d harmed so much with her wilfulness. “I’m very, very sorry for how I’ve behaved towards you since you came into my life. I understand now - you are the man of the house. You protect me and my mother, you provide for us, you care for us. The very least we can do in return is show you absolute respect, loyalty, and obedience. I was wrong - so, so wrong - ever to think otherwise! I hope, some day, to earn your forgiveness...”

The Lord nodded, as if contemplating this. “I can see you are truly remorseful. That’s a very good start. You will still need to do much more to prove your good faith to me...”

Zallia bit her lip. When she was sure her stepfather had finished his sentence, she spoke again, timidly. “If it would please you, I was thinking I should most certainly accept the proposal of marriage from your good friend...”

He grinned and gently squeezed her face in his grasp. “Well, that’s wonderful to hear! With the proper guidance, I think you could make an excellent wife.”

Zallia blushed. “Thank you, Daddy...”

“I should begin teaching you the duties of a good wife at once.” He let go of her chin at last. “Would you like that, Zallia?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” she cried, bouncing on her soles with excitement.

“Perfect. Now, of course, quite a few of the duties and responsibilities of a good wife overlap with those of a good daughter as well. So this can be useful to you in two ways, as you learn both how to play your proper role in this household, and in the household of your betrothed.”

She grinned, eager to begin her education.

“Now, let’s think...” As his gaze traversed her body, he smiled wolfishly. “First of all, the man of the house - your husband or your father - decides how you should dress. Your father is responsible for dictating to you the proper way to present yourself both in public and private, and would normally command you to wear modest clothing. As his offspring, you represent him with your every deed, so you would need to dress in a way that would not bring shame upon yourself and, by extension, him. Your husband, on the other hand, would greatly appreciate seeing as much of you as possible so as to stoke the fires of his libido, and so he would wish for you to wear as few clothes as you can - or none at all, if you are in private together.”

Zallia nodded, listening intently, taking in all the information.

“For the foreseeable future, to prepare you for marriage, I think it would be helpful for you to get used to the style of dress your husband would prefer,” the Lord mused. “Strip nude, Zallia.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Without hesitation, she reached under the hem of her white dress and pulled it off over her head, revealing her naked body. Her stepfather took the garment from her, discarding it carelessly on the floor.

“Very good,” he murmured, licking his lips as his eyes roamed over her pendulous breasts, and admired her cunt and the neatly-trimmed bush that surrounded it. “You should be proud of your body, Zallia. I’m certain your husband will enjoy this sight very much.”

She beamed. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“Now, you should also get used to the way he will handle you,” he said, stepping closer to her. “It is his prerogative to touch your body however he desires, whenever he chooses. As his wife, your body exists to bring him pleasure - that is its most important purpose, other than childbearing. Does that make sense to you?”

“Of course, Daddy,” Zallia nodded. Without another word, her stepfather began to roughly grope her tits, squeezing them with both hands, massaging them zealously. Soon one hand darted between her legs and rubbed her labia, soaking his fingertips in her juices. She stood there and let him do as he wished, smiling open-mouthed at him, occasionally letting out lustful gasps and moans.

Finally relinquishing her, he turned and began to ascend the stairs again. She dithered for a moment, uncertain whether to follow him or wait where she was once more, until he raised a hand and made a beckoning gesture over his shoulder, without slowing his pace or looking back. She immediately scurried after him, bare feet slapping against the stone beneath her.

He led her through to his bedchamber, where she was momentarily stunned to see her mother Audra, standing at attention with her hands behind her back - just as Zallia had in the hall downstairs. Like her daughter, Audra was completely naked. Zallia’s shock at the sight of her nude mother was quelled when she realised the Lord must have commanded it, which made it perfectly fine.

Her speculation was soon confirmed as her stepfather turned to face her again. “I thought it would be useful for you to see how a good wife behaves, so you can learn from your mother and follow her example with your own husband. Kneel.” The last word was directed to Audra, who knelt before the end of the bed, where the Lord sat. “Your husband will likely wish you to perform fellatio,” he remarked, delving into his robes to fish out his dick. “Given your former... preferences, I doubt you have much experience with such things...”

“Oh, I’ve only given oral sex to a man once, Daddy,” Zallia answered quickly. “Today, in fact, to Master Thezon.”

The Lord smirked. “I’m sure. But to satisfy your man, you will need to work on your technique. I want you to watch your mother, and pay close attention to what she does.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Zallia nodded.

Beckoned by her husband, Audra shuffled forwards, wincing a little at the hardness of the stone on her knees, and wrapped her mouth around his cock. It was not lost on Zallia that her mother had not uttered a word since she’d entered the room - perhaps the Lord hadn’t given her permission to speak? That made sense to her. Girls should only speak when their man allows them to. It wasn’t as if they had anything worthwhile to say, anyway. A man’s mouth was for speaking - a girl’s mouth was for pleasing her man.

Zallia watched with unwavering focus as her mother skilfully licked and sucked her stepfather. She stood above Audra and looked down at her, taking note of her doe-eyed gaze up at the Lord’s face, never breaking eye contact with him as he fucked her face. She leaned over and peered closely, studying the way her mother’s cheeks distended as the cock aggressively pushed against them from within. She knelt down next to Audra and tried to emulate her movements and angles, opening her own mouth and bobbing her head back and forth in the air in time with her. “Take it deep, slut,” the Lord grunted as he thrust deep into Audra’s throat. Zallia registered the insulting term with a small nod to herself - it seemed perfectly natural for men to occasionally degrade girls in this way, to remind them of their inferiority.

With a deep groan of satisfaction, the Lord finally pulled out, splashing his seed across Audra’s face and chest. Swallowing what he’d already released into her mouth, Audra ignored the splattered cum on herself and continued her ministrations, first licking his cock and balls clean, and then continuing to run her tongue along his shaft until it began to harden again. He eventually grabbed her by the hair and tugged her head back, clearly conveying the message to stop, before turning towards Zallia, his erect cock swinging towards her. She gazed up at it, and him, with wide eyes, imitating her mother’s doe gaze, making herself the picture of docile subservience.

“Shall we see what you’ve learned, my little whore?” her stepfather chuckled.

Her epiphany about the purpose of a good girl’s mouth still fresh in her mind, Zallia just smiled and opened wide, ready to take her Daddy’s wood.