A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 15
Mikayla shook with rage. Having just finished reading her mother's diary, she had learnt of the terrible ordeal that she had suffered at the hands of her father.
Heather O'Brien, her mother, had been nothing but a slave to Carl. It had been painful to read the intimate account of their lives together, but she had to keep reading. Her poor, poor mother had been raped and abused on a daily basis, kept at home like some sort of sex slave.
Mikayla fought another wave of tears, her hands trembling. As she cried out, releasing her pent up anger, the ornaments on her shelf began to shake.
She looked around her fearfully, wondering what was going on, when suddenly the mirror on her wall gave a thunderous crack, shattering into a hundred tiny pieces.
Mikayla yelped, covering her ears. She looked down at the broken mirror. How did that happen? Did she do that? Mikayla thought back to last week when her anger with Daniel had somehow pushed him clean across the room. What was happening to her?
Mikayla picked up the diary again, sniffing. She still didn't understand why the diary began where it did, clearly several months, if not years into her Mom and Dad's relationship. But then it was evident that many pages had been torn from the front of the diary. She just didn't understand.
Mikayla sighed. She needed to tell someone. She needed to get help. Daniel. Even though he appeared to want nothing more to do with her, she had to try.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Wow, this place is amazing!" Daniel gazed in wonder at decor of the hotel room. "It must have cost a fortune."
After the shopping, the make-over, and then their little adventure at the basement bar, Carl had told Daniel that he had another surprise in store for him. Carl had kept Daniel in the dark until they came to the most high-class hotel in town. Daniel had felt a little embarrassed in the reception downstairs. The stuffy hotel staff clearly didn't approve of the way he was dressed, or that the man signing them in as "Mr & Mrs. Smith" appeared to be more than twice his age.
Daniel ran out of the ensuite bathroom excitedly, his breasts bobbing madly on his chest beneath his tight fitting blue pastel top.
"Have you seen the size of the bath?"
Carl smiled at him as he set their shopping bags down.
"How about you go and get changed into the underwear you bought?"
Daniel's smile lit up his feminine face. He thought that Carl would never ask.
* * * * * * * * * *
Daniel stepped out of the ensuite bathroom. He wore his new black lace bra over his huge DD cup breasts, the cups of which were transparent enough to prominently display his large pink nipples. He wore his black French cut panties, which were decorated with black lace ruffles. Round his small waist he wore a matching garter belt which held up a pair of black silk stockings. On his feet he wore a shiny pair of 4-inch high heeled shoes.
He gazed seductively at Carl who was lying back on the king-size bed expectantly. Flicking his wavy blonde hair over his shoulders, Daniel walked, one leg in front of the other, putting an extra sway into his shapely hips.
"Perfect," Carl observed smiling. Daniel felt a swell of pride. He loved that Carl found his lingerie covered feminine body attractive.
"But there's one last present for you," Carl continued, "open that bag on the end of the bed."
Daniel looked puzzled, but sauntered over in his high heels to the foot of the bed. Opening the bag, Daniel could see a small lacy black garment inside. Pulling it out, and holding it up, he saw that it was a tiny French maid's dress.
"Put it on," Carl instructed, still lying casually back on the bed.
Daniel thought it strange that he wanted him to wear it, but he wanted to please Carl, and that was the important thing.
Daniel stepped into the lacy, ruffled garment and pulled it up his long silk-covered legs. He held the dress to his chest, wondering how he was supposed to do up the back.
He felt Carl nuzzling in behind him. "Here Danielle, let me."
Daniel smiled as Carl tied the corset-like strings at the back of the outfit. Daniel felt like the luckiest girl alive. He knew he'd certainly miss being a girl after today.
"There." Carl turned Daniel back round to face him, looking him up and down as he stood there in his revealing maid's uniform. The neckline was low cut enough to display his generous cleavage, and the hem was so short that the garters holding up his stockings could still be seen.
Daniel's pulse was racing as Carl tilted his small chin upwards and planted a kiss on his pink-lipsticked lips. Their kiss intensified, becoming more passionate, Carl's tongue probing Daniel's open mouth.
Daniel felt Carl pull his slender frame in tighter, his breasts crushing against his chest. His large hands roamed over his back as they French kissed, sliding down to his backside, squeezing it firmly.
"Mmmmmm," Daniel whimpered beneath Carl's kisses.
"You make such a sexy girl Danielle," Carl began, "could you really blame me for wanting to touch you the other day?" Carl's hands slid over Daniel's heavy breasts, lightly caressing them through his outfit.
Daniel thought back to the other night when Carl had groped his feminine body, forcing his hand down his panties to play with his wet pussy. And now, as Carl played with his sensitive breasts, his nipples beginning to harden, Daniel again felt a familiar tingling sensation between his legs.
Carl continued, "Imagine what I saw; a young, attractive blonde schoolgirl, large tits, a ripe peachy ass..." Carl pressed his thumbs against Daniel's stiff nipples causing him to gasp effeminately. "... wearing a slutty red dress that barely covered her sexy panties?"
Daniel bit his lip as Carl teased his nipples with his fingers.
"Could you really blame me for wanting to feel your tits?" Carl said. "Could you really blame me for wanting to touch your pussy?"
Daniel shook his head. Carl began stroking Daniel's soft blonde hair with his left hand as his right continued to play with Daniel's breasts.
"So whose fault was it?" Carl probed, his voice deep and seductive.
"Mine," Daniel gasped.
"Good girl," Carl purred as he stroked Daniel's hair. "And why was it your fault?"
Daniel began breathing heavily. "For dressing like a slut."
"For dressing like a slut," Carl echoed Daniel's words, "so what does that make you?"
Daniel bit his lip, not wanting to admit it.
"Uhhhh!!" Daniel squeeled as Carl forcefully pinched his swollen nipples through his thin top and bra.
"You dress like a whore and letting me play with your tits and your pussy..." Carl dictated, through clenched teeth, "...You suck my cock in the car till I come in your mouth... And then? And then you suck some boy's cock at school..."
Daniel gasped, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
"Don't think I couldn't taste the cum on your lips when you met me at the mall earlier."
Daniel felt ashamed. When Carl had transformed him into a girl at school, Daniel had encountered Sam Fletcher and Glen Wilson, sucking them both off so that they wouldn't expose him to the school principal.
"And then you let me finger your pussy while a load of dirty old men watch. So I say again, what does that make you?"
Daniel hung his head meekly as he answered. "A slut..."
"Yes..." Carl smiled.
Carl pushed Daniel back onto the bed. Daniel breathed heavily as Carl took full advantage of the view up his dress. Carl pulled his belt off, letting his pants fall to his feet. Stepping out of them he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it hurridly from his body.
Daniel felt a tingling sensation between his open thighs as he stared at Carl's fit body. He bit his lip as he gazed longingly at the bulge in his shorts.
Carl smiled as he detected Daniel's lust, sliding forward onto the bed between Daniel's parted thighs. He wrapped his strong arms around Daniel's stocking-clad legs bringing his face to Daniel's crotch.
"Ooohhhh," Daniel moaned in his feminine register as he felt Carl's tongue begin to lick his pussy through the thin fabric of his panties.
"Mmmmm, your panties are soaked." Carl sucked the fabric of the panties into his mouth. Daniel stared down between his parted legs, gasping, his small hands resting limply on his large breasts.
Carl pulled Daniel's panties to one side as he began licking in earnest at Daniel's wet split. Daniel's eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
"Mmmmmmm."
Carl looked up at Daniel as he rolled his tongue expertly around Daniel's clitoris. He licked and sucked at his fleshy labia, driving Daniel wild.
Using his thick thumbs Carl parted Daniel's pink pussy lips and lapped at his leaking juices.
Carl slid back up Daniel's feminine body, forcing his lips over his. Daniel could taste his own juices on Carl's lips.
"Uhhh" Daniel gasped again as Carl's hand slid under his panties, wedging his fingers into Daniel's slippery wet vagina. He withdrew, bringing his glistening fingers to Daniel's lips.
"Taste it," Carl ordered. Daniel did as he was told, sucking Carl's middle and index fingers into his mouth. He moaned effeminately. "Yessss, taste your pussy juices. That's all you are now Danielle."
Carl grunted, hooking his thumbs into Daniel's panties, yanking them roughly down, pulling one of his high-heeled feet free, but leaving the other with his wet panties still dangling from his ankle. He let Daniel lie with his legs open, his exposed pussy wet and glistening as he stood, pulling his shorts down, his hard penis bobbing between his legs.
Daniel gasped as Carl lay atop him, holding his milky white thighs open. He could smell his masculine odour flooding his senses and he raked at his strong back with his long fingernails.
Carl groaned as he reached between his legs with his right hand, bringing the swollen head of his penis to Daniel's pussy lips. In one slow smoooth movement, Carl sank his cock all the way in.
"Uhhhhhhhh!!" Daniel cried out, feeling his pussy slowly spreading to accomodate Carl's hard cock. His whole lower body felt swollen and full. He felt Carl withdraw, his slick pussy gripping his stiff member. Then Carl lunged forward again, sinking his prick in up to his balls. Daniel gasped again. It felt incredible!
Carl grunted, grinding his pelvis against Daniel, sliding his thick shaft in and out of him. Daniel began moaning loudly with each forceful thrust, his hips rising to meet Carl's.
"That's it, yessssss," Carl moaned as he held Daniel's small waist, pulling him against his cock as he thrust upwards. Daniel gripped the bed covers, deliriously moaning as he felt Carl's cock deep inside of him.
After several minutes Daniel's back arched and he felt his pussy start rhythmically contracting.
"AAAAHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHH!!" Daniel cried out as he came around Carl's stiff cock, his powerful orgasm radiating out over his entire body.
"Mmmmmmm," Carl murmured approval as he pulled his still hard cock from Daniel's flooded pussy.
Daniel lay on his back gasping. He could feel his pussy juices leaking down between his buttocks and onto the bed covers.
Carl scooted up onto the bed, lying on his back, his stiff cock bobbing on his lap.
"Sit on my cock."
Daniel didn't need any further prompting. He knelt upright on the bed, his legs still shaking from his orgasm. Carefully he straddled Carl's body, holding his penis steady in his small feminine hand.
"Oooohhhhhhh," Daniel sighed as he sunk his wet pussy down over Carl's hard cock. It felt amazing!
"That's it, work your pussy on my cock." Carl groped at Daniel's heavy chest as he began to rock his wide hips against Carl's prick.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh." Daniel lent back, his hands resting on Carl's muscular thighs as he bobbed up and down on Carl's cock, his tits bouncing madly against his chest.
"Mmmmmmm," Carl moaned, as he gripped the fabric of Daniel's maid outfit, ripping it, along with his bra, nearly clean in two. His huge tits spilled forth, wobbling on his chest.
Carl squeezed Daniel's tits, kneeding them roughly as he thrust upwards into his tight pussy.
"Yessssss....." Carl grunted as he felt his balls beginning to tighten. He eased off, not wanting to finish just yet. Gripping Daniel's small waist he lifted him easily off of his hard cock. Daniel gasped, his pussy feeling suddenly empty, longing to feel Carl's cock back inside of him.
"Bend over," Carl instructed.
Daniel did as he was told, desparate to feel Carl inside him again. Kneeling on all fours on the bed, Daniel raised his backside high for Carl, exposing his pink swollen pussy lips.
"Now tell me. Tell me you want to be a boy again."
Daniel gasped for breath.
"You can't do it can you?" Carl grinnned down at the blonde bent over before him.
"Now ask me to fuck you. Ask me to fuck you and I'll let you be a girl forever!"
"Now ask me to fuck you. Ask me to fuck you and I'll let you be a girl forever!"
"Fuck me."
Carl groaned as he slid his cock into Daniel's wet pussy from behind. Daniel quivered, his back arching. It felt so good! Carl gripped his wide hips and began thrusting hard into him from behind, his heavy balls
slapping against Daniel's bare thighs. It only took a few more minutes before Carl began jetting streams of hot cum up into Daniel's tight vagina.
"YESSSSS!! YESSSS!! YESSSS!!" Daniel felt his pussy spasming, his orgasm radiating out over his entire body.
* * * * * * * * * *
Carl put the key in the front door to his house and carefully opened the door. It had been a good day. He'd all but completely feminized that jerk Daniel Jennings and taken great pleasure in fucking him senseless back at the hotel. Carl figured that Daniel had a day left at best, if that. He'd certainly let the well-endowed blonde distract him more than he had originally intended.
As Carl shut the front door and walked through into the living room, he could hear Mikayla's door slam upstairs, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps coming down the staircase.
"Ah, Mikayla honey, you're home." Carl looked up at Mikayla as she entered the living room.
"Shut up! Shut up! Don't you dare call me that!" Mikayla pointed an accusing finger up at her father.
Carl, almost ignoring her, calmly responded, "Come now Mikayla, just calm down and tell me what's wrong."
"You are what's wrong," Mikayla spat, "I know about..." Mikayla could feel her voice breaking with emotion, "I know about you and Mom....I know what you did to her all those years ago..."
Carl's mind raced. How had she found out? The diary? No, he kept that
safely locked up at all times. Carl almost staggered as it finally dawned on him. Yesterday he'd let his red-blooded lust get the better
of him and had left the house to pick up Daniel. When he had finally returned home, he'd found that he had left one of the spell books still out, the door to the cabinet still open. She must have taken it then. How could he have been so stupid?
"Now listen carefully Mikayla..." Carl stepped towards his daughter, his arms reaching out.
"No! Don't touch me!" Mikayla suddenly thrust her arms forward. Carl felt an invisible impact hit him squarely in the chest. His polished shoes squeeled as he slid straight back about six foot across the room, yet still retained his balance.
"So, it's started," Carl observed. He hadn't expected Mikayla's powers
to manifest themselves until she was at least eighteen. He watched as Mikalya stared at her hands in disbelief, obviously unused to what was happening to her.
"What's started?" Mikayla looked up at Carl, breathing heavily, her anger now subsiding into fear.
"You're the daughter of a witch you stupid girl. Did it not occur to you that you might also be one?"
Mikayla gasped in amazement. Carl held his arms out pointing his palms towards her.
"But you're not the only one with powers around here."
Carl gestured forwards hitting Mikayla with a forceful impact that sent her hurtling against the far wall.
"Ahhhhh!" Mikayla cried out with the pain of the impact. Carl watched amused as she tried to move, quickly finding that she was pinned helplessly against the wall by an unseen force.
"Let me go!" Mikayla futiley struggled.
"I don't think so." Carl walked calmly towards her. With only partial concentration Carl was easily able to keep her in place. "You look so much like her, you know," Carl mused, running the palm of his hand against Mikayla's quivering cheek.
"Go to hell!"
"You really should show your father some respect, young lady. You know, you'd do well to take a leaf from your boyfriend's book."
"What? Daniel? What do you mean? What have you done to him?"
"I've done nothing that wasn't for your own good."
"Not letting me out of the house after dark? Not allowing me to have a
boyfriend? And then you... you turn me into a lesbian? How is any of that for my own good"
Carl smirked, leaning closer, his face inches from hers. "Soon it will become clear. Soon you will understand your importance."
* * * * * * * * * *
Mikayla struggled to move, but still found herself helplessly pinned to the wall. She watched as her father walked out into the hallway, taking a key from his pocket. He unlocked the door under the staircase that led to the basement.
"No! Please, no!"
Carl marched towards her, a look of menace in his eyes, gripping her small wrist in his large hand. Mikayla did he best to pull away, but she skidded along the polished floor as Carl relentlessly dragged her kicking and screaming to the basement door.
With a strong flick of his arm, Carl sent Mikayla stumbling down the basement steps down onto the cold stone floor.
"Daddy please!" Mikayla reached up, watching as the light from the open doorway narrowed to a slit. The door shut closed and the sound of a key could be heard turning in the lock.
...continued in Chapter 16
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