A Daughter From Hell!
 
 
 

" Where the fuck were you?"

" I had to stay late at the office..., we've got a special order to finish up, the company's expanding."

" I don't give a shit..., I hate waiting for dinner!"

" You can make something for yourself...you know..."

" Yea..., well..., I simply hate doing it!", yelled the eighteen year old sexy blond at her dad.

" You've gotta learn to be a little nicer, Joan."

" No I don't, I can act any way I feel."

" Eversince your mom died, you've become ruder and ruder...you're really a bitch, you know!"

" Fuck you dad..., now why don't you get your ass in there and fix me something to eat!"

Quietly shaking his head, the forty year old guy slowly placed his briefcase on the sofa, went into the bathroom, washed his hands, and returned, going into the kitchen afterward.

Still seated on the couch, good looking jean clad Joan laid her booted feet upon the livingroom table, leaned back, and continued reading her book.

A half hour later, she heard, " Dinner's ready!"

" It's about time.", mumbled the girl to herself as she removed her high heeled black leather footwear from the table, stood up, adjusted her skimpy top, and strolled into the kitchen, finally parking her gorgeous ass into a seat.

" So what have you got?"

" Just some soup, sausage, and a cake for desert.", replied her father, Carl.

" The sausage is all right...but I can't stand that soup you make."

" It's all I've got today."

" Yea, yea...", responded the young lady as she took up her spoon and stuffed her pretty face.

Done with her meal, the freshman college student ascended the interior steps and went up to her room, closing the door afterward. Downstairs, Carl cleaned up the kitchen and eventually got a few other things finished before he finally went to the livingroom, sat down, and got some material out of his attaché case, preparing himself for tomorrow.

Upstairs, Joan sat down before her computer and opened a file she had saved a while back. In fact, the thing was an extensive draft of a sophisticated program she was working on. Despite her spoiled attitude, the girl was smart, indeed, very smart.

Hacking away at the keyboard, the blond finally finished up, exclaiming, " Yea..., this'll do it...it's done, at last, now let's see if it works!"

Eager for some positive results, Joan raised her butt from her seat and went over to her dresser, removing something from the bottom drawer. Returning to the computer, stiletto girl uncoiled a wire wrapped around the object she just took up. Looking at it, Joan said to her own ears, " Yep..., this'll really be something else...I know it'll work...I know it...!"

With her right hand, Joan reached behind the computer and plugged in the cord, having it connected now to the main drive via the interior circuitry.

Since the cord was over ten feet long, she had enough length to move about within the room.

At the other end of the long wire was a pistol shaped object, looking like a small toy lazzer gun. Taking it up, Joan aimed the device at a teddy bear upon her bed, pulled the trigger, and watched a beam emerge from the gun. In a moment's time, the stuffed animal was engulfed in an orange glow, causing the thing to get smaller and smaller. Eventually, the bear was only an inch in height.

" Yes, yes...!", yelled Joan as she jumped up and down two times, obviously quite elated at her accomplishment.

Grinning now, the teenage female genius looked toward her room's entrance, lowered the pistol upon the bed, and walked over to the door, pulling it open.

Leaving her room, Joan walked down the upstairs hall and finally stood before the steps, yelling downward into the livingroom, " Hey dad..., can you come up here for a moment?"

" What do you need?", ask Carl, turning his head back and gazing up at the young lady.

" It's just something you've gotta see...I mean, it's really something important...it'll really make an impact on your life."

With a sigh, Carl got up and approached the steps, looking upward at her figure which loomed above him.

Less than eight seconds later, he stood next to her and inquired, " Ok..., what is it?"

A dirty smile on her face, Joan answered, " Follow me."

Moving behind the girl, Carl couldn't control his eyes as they stared down at her nice ass, presenting its full shape through the well fitting jeans. He loved her ass, and the rest of her body for that matter. Nevertheless, as her dad, certain things were forbidden, or at least that's what society taught him.

Finally, she turned and walked into her bedroom. At her tail, Carl also stepped inside and ask, " Well..., what have you got?"

Taking up the device from the mattress, Joan held it level with her chest and inquired, " What do you think?"

" I don't know..., what is it?"

" Here...I'll show you what it can do."

The thing in her hand, she extended her arm out and aimed it at her father, pulling the trigger afterward.

" What the hell's going on here...?"

" This is gonna be great...oh yea..., from now on, everything'll be at my feet..., oh yea!"

" Joan, Joan..., help, something's not right!"

" What do you mean..., I say everything's going fine..., it's all going exactly as I want, ha, ha, ha...!"

" The room looks as if it's getting larger and larger...what are you doing to me?"

After a few seconds, poor Carl was reduced to only three inches in height, just standing there and looking up to his daughter now, having fear and confusion written all over his tiny face.

Keeping a wicked smile upon her lips, Joan laid the object to one side of the computer table and returned to her dad, placed her right hand on her hip, shifted her weight, and simply grinned down at him, glowing with an air of triumph.

" You're my property now, dad..., I own you!"

" What did you do to me?"

" Can't you tell, stupid...I shrank you to three inches."

" Please return me to normal, please!"

" Fuck you, asshole..., I'm smarter than you are..., I'm better than you are..., I'm the boss here now...!"

" What are you gonna do to me?", screamed the little guy up to his now giant looking offspring.

" I'm gonna give you what you've always wanted."

" What are you talking about?"

" Oh...c'mon..., don't give me that innocent look...you know damn well what I'm referring to."

" No Joan...I don't..."

" Ever since mom died, you've been directing your attention at me...I see the way you stare at my ass when you think I ain't looking...I'll bet you jack off at nights thinking about my butt in your face."

" Joan, please..., this is ridiculous, please, get me back to normal."

" I'll get you shit."

" Joan...!"

" Fuckyou, you want me...you wanna get in my pants...I know it and you know it...don't lie!"

Squatting now, the sexy blond stared down at her father and ordered, " Take off all your clothes, now!"

" Please Joan...!"

" Do as your told!", yelled his teenage daughter.

Terrified, Carl slowly removed his attire. When he stood naked before her, she reached forward with her long scary fingernails and took him up.

Next, Joan raised herself, rotated her frame toward the bed, and dropped him upon the mattress.

Helplessly standing there, the man watched in awe as his daughter removed her clothes, starting with her top and working herself down, eventually stripping herself naked until all she had on were the two beautiful boots.

Turning, Joan lowered her ass upon the bed, looked back at her dad, and said, " So here's my ass...what do you think?"

Looking at her spectacular butt hovering above him, the little guy felt a sexual surge go through his system, but nonetheless exclaimed upward, " Please Joan, stop this...!"

" No way..., now get over here and kiss my ass."

" What..., you don't expect me to...!", exclaimed the guy, totally surprised at her command."

" You heard..., now get busy!"

Moving forward, Carl approached her seated backside and began kissing, covering as much as he could with his tiny lips, moving here and there, doing as he was told. " That's good, nothing like a little service now and then to lift my spirits..., oh yea!"

After ten minutes, Joan reached back with her right hand and took hold of the guy. Raising him to her face, she said, " I know you like my tits as well...here...let's see if you'll feel good between 'em."

" No, no...!", screamed the little guy as the blond lowered his frame, finally sticking him into her breast cleavage.

" There, you look really funny down there.", mentioned Joan, having her head bent forward.

" Please get me out, you're squeezing 'em together too hard!"

" Good..., that's what you deserve..., lusting after your own daughter...what's the world coming to, ha, ha, ha...!"

Rubbing her two tits together, Joan went at it for fifteen minutes, increasing and decreasing the pressure, only allowing him to catch his breath for short periods of time.

Content with the torture, Joan stood up and let Carl fall into her left hand's palm.

Turning, she headed for the door and went out of the room. Downstairs, Joan went into the kitchen and placed her dad on the floor. When she stood straight again, the blond opened one of the drawers and removed a small plastic spoon. Next, she reached for a brown lunch bag on the counter. In the end, the girl took a few napkins, made 'em a little wet, and finally squatted again before her reduced father, placing the items right in front of the man.

" What's all this for?"

" It's to remind you of what you really are compared to me."

" I don't get it.", inquired the man with confusion.

" You'll get it...that's the whole point...you're gonna get it...and boy are you gonna get it!"

" I still don't know what these things are for."

" Here..., let me show you."

While still in a squatting position, Joan rotated herself so her nice ass pointed straight at her three inch high father.

" This is what you're gonna get.", said Joan, as she turned her head back in his direction and grinned.

" Joan..., what the hell are you doing...no...this is impossible!", yelled the little guy as he made a few steps back in horror, watching what appeared to him to be a few tons of shit emerge from her asshole and fall upon the kitchen tile!

" Mom told me a couple of years back that you used to like watching her take a shit..., well, here's all the shit in the world for you...you pervert!"

" Joan, no, please..., this is crazy!"

Done with her business, the girl stood up, turned around, and stared down at her dad. As her right index finger pointed at the pile of crap, she said, " Ok..., now get busy, use the spoon to stick all my stinky stuff in the bag, the bag's laying on its side, you shouldn't have any problem." Going on, she ordered, " When you're through, wipe off the floor with the napkins..., throw 'em also in the bag..., now let's go..., get busy!"

" Please. do I have to, please...!"

" You better clean it up or else."

Frightened by the towering female, Carl complied, taking up the light weight spoon and approaching the smelly pile of shit. Being only three inches high, her crap mocked him as the top of the pile was itself an inch higher than his head.

Digging into the mountain, he began his humiliating task, going back and forth from the pile to the bag, working away like a true slave.

" I'll be back in a short while.", said Joan as she turned and headed upstairs.

Inside the bathroom, the girl placed her female ass upon the toilet seat and reached for some paper, obviously wiping her butt clean. Finished, she returned to her room and got dressed.

With a fresh top and the same jeans on, Joan went back downstairs, strolling into the kitchen with pride written all over her pretty face.

" Ain't you done yet?", ask the girl, standing there with her hands on her hips.

" It's allot to clean up.", whimpered the little guy."

" Then move faster..., you ain't even got half of it done yet...let's go, move it!"

Using all his energy, Carl worked away as fast as he could. All the while, she simply stood there and watched, looking down at him as if the whole situation really got her off.

A half hour later, Carl raised the last piece of solid waste and dumped it into the lunch bag.

" Good..., now you can grab the tissue and wipe the floor clean, let's go, hurry...!"

" Ok,, ok, please...I'm tired."

" That's your problem, move faster!"

Wiping away, the tiny man finally had it all done, throwing the soiled paper into the bag in the end.

" Not bad..., it's all clean.", mentioned the towering beauty while she squatted and took up the bag and spoon, throwing them into the kitchen waste basket.

Returning to her dad, Joan looked down at him and heard, " So now what..., what are you gonna do with me?"

" Keep you as a little pet or something."

" Can't you make me normal again...?"

" Like I said before...no, you're mine now."

Angered by her response, the tiny man yelled up to the goddess, " You're a bitch..., I wish I never had you...I should of told your mom to get an abortion before she gave birth to your ass!"

Her face twisted with hate now, Joan peered down at the guy and said, " Fuck you, you jerk...I'm here now and there's nothing you can do about it."

" Joan..., this isn't right...!"

" Tough shit, why don't you sit down and play with yourself."

" Joan, c'mon..., I'm still your father!"

Saying nothing, the daughter only raised her boot's sole and let it hover above him. Realizing she just might do it, he exclaimed, " Ok, ok, please don't hurt me."

As she removed her foot, the girl watched as her dad sat himself down upon the kitchen tile and jacked off.

" Let's see you cum."

" I don't know if I can do it...you've got me all nervous now...I don't know if I can."

" I said cum!"

Again, the guy lost control of himself and screamed upward, " You fucken bitch..., like I said, your mom should've had an abortion!"

" Yea..., well how about if we have an abortion right now...!", yelled the young lady down to her helpless dad.

Upon realizing his mistake, Carl gazed up and saw the girl's stiletto boot move above him. Before he could get up and run, the leather masterpiece came down, crushing the life out of him. With a pop, his insignificant body exploded, spraying his blood and guts a few inches in every direction.

Smiling now, Joan stared downward and remarked to herself, " There...you mother fucker, take that!"

Lifting her boot, she observed what was left of the guy. Consequently, the girl simply went over to the kitchen counter and took up another napkin, cleaning off the floor and her boot's sole afterward.

The paper disposed, Joan went upstairs and entered her room. There, the young sexy feline picked up the shrink gun and stared at it. While the young genius reflected upon her new found power, her concentration was interrupted by the sound of a car's engine outside.

Walking over to her window, Joan gazed out and observed her neighbor seated behind the wheel, having his car parked in the drive before his garage. Smiling, the wicked bitch pushed up the screen and took aim, pointing the thing right at the vehicle. After she pulled the trigger, the car was covered by that same orange glow which took care of the teddy bear and her father. In her glee, the girl watched the ford get smaller and smaller. Eventually, the thing was the size of a toy.

The gun returned to her computer, Joan went downstairs and out the front door. Slowly, the super sexy jean clad female strolled along in the warm weather and finally stood before her neighbor's drive. Looking both ways, she realized no one else was around. As a result, she went up the drive way and eventually stood before the reduced car.

Looking out from the side window, the frightened little guy tilted his head upward and gazed at what appeared to be a one hundred foot tall woman. Bending her knees, Joan reached for the vehicle and took it up.

" Help, what's going on here...!", screamed the little creature.

" You're mine now.", replied Joan, tilting the car so the door flew open and the man fell into her hand.

Letting go of the vehicle, Joan let it crash to the ground. Raising her right boot, Joan let the sole go down and crush the thing, reducing it to an unrecognizable mess.

" Please, please, don't hurt me...!"

In response, the sexy blond said nothing, she only returned home, getting herself ready for more fun!
 

The End
 
 
 

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