Wicked's Metamorphosis

The two of them helped support me as we walked into the penthouse suite. That typhoon level rage had taken all my strength and left me almost too weak to walk. The fight was gone. At 11:38 pm my will to battle had flagged and I was too tired to deal with what had previously transpired.

But, clearly after watching Mr. Bell's observation, I realize now that Marie is correct. It may be time to handoff my promise to her. I had been struggling for just over a month now, trying to fulfill Daddy's ever-growing needs on my own. Daddy was always looking for the next high, the ultimate mountain climb, the greatest fucking orgasm that always alluded him. I knew that. Mom and I talked about that, while she was still able to.

The proof of that was the clue he dropped when he called Marie after the storm. 'When WE got up the next morning ....'

Within a day of our separation, engineered by Marie, he had let his cock spear my best friend Jackie. Yeah, I know she wanted to sample cock, but my Daddy did nothing to resist; he reveled in it. Even without discussing her fucking him, I knew he did. Yeah, maybe it's time to let Marie reclaim what she gave away twenty-four years ago to my mother; her love for my Daddy. Clearly, I was not going to be able to handle him by myself.

Dani guided me to the living room while Marie went to the kitchen. She came back with drinks. I gulped down a large swallow and choked, nearly spitting it out. "What's this?" I asked, puzzled at the taste. "Are you trying to knock me out?"

"An old family recipe for calming situations like this. It's called Cuba Libre; it's Barcardi Light and Coca-Cola," Marie responded. Her trademark smirk, was now tucked away behind a soft-spoken voice as she added, "Small sips, Kitten." I watched as she took a sip from my glass and then handed Dani another glass as well.

The second and third gulps went down a little better. By the time I bottomed-up the glass, my breathing was a lot calmer. This stuff seemed to have a way of improving a ravaged constitution. Marie should be bottling her family receipt, I thought to myself. Forgotten was Marie's admonishment to take small sips. The effect was soon to come.

By 12:00 a.m. the lab had sent the results from my exams up to penthouse with Laraby. Having scanned through them, Marie reviewed my examination with Dr. Bagatti and me. It turns out my lie about fainting, and the exam that came about because of my lie, actually found that I was anemic. Dani said she would have the pharmacy fill a script for that. Funny, I thought, maybe that factor also had something to do with my orgasmic fainting spells. Otherwise, I was fine -- on the inside. On the outside -- not so much.

More importantly, and far more profoundly, Marie opened up about my Dad and some of her past; even in the presence of Dr. Bagatti.

Ray Schumacher's Preliminary Diagnosis

"When we were in college," Marie began, "your daddy, your mom, and I were sexually engaged nearly all day and night. We didn't think of it as not being normal. Just a three-some enjoying what we had the freedom to do while away from parents. Now, after years of study, I know there was a difference between our behaviors and what is considered the norm by today's standard."

"I believe your daddy," she said, "has a medical condition known as hypersexual activity disorder. I believe your mom also had this same condition." Marie began as a way of explanation of her experiences with Daddy and Mom.

"A person with this disorder can have recurrent and intense sexual fantasies. Or urges and behaviors that take up a lot of their time and feel as if they're beyond a person's control. Your daddy exhibits a lot of those symptoms. He is especially feeling guilty for fucking you as a surrogate for your mom, but doesn't have the ability, by himself, to break that bond. He is driven to find the ultimate orgasm and feels a release of the tension afterward, but also feels the guilt and remorse for having sex with you after seeking out that sexual height. Even though he feels the angst, he cannot control the impulses.

Kitten, the tipping point in his ability to hold back his desires seems to have come when you slipped into his bed to honor your mother's request to take care of your daddy. You caught him off guard. Having sex with him, as he dreamed of holding your mother in his arms, and then awaking to find himself having sex with you, removed any inhibitions that he held onto before that night.

You didn't give him a chance to say 'no.' I remember when you sat in my kitchen and told me that it was okay for someone to fuck another person as long as they both agreed and it didn't hurt anyone. Your Daddy, didn't have a chance to agree; you fucked him while he was asleep. What followed was the stripping away of his inhibitions of having sex with you again and again until you truly replaced your mother as his partner."

As Marie spoke, I realized that she was right. I thought that he was okay with it. He never said anything afterward -- just kept pushing for more -- better pleasuring from me. How do I untangle this fucking situation? I wondered as she continued to speak.

"Your family tradition, as strong promise keepers, opened Pandora's box for the two of you. You honored your mother's request and your daddy couldn't let you break that promise, knowing how important keeping promises are for both of you. That, and the drive for the ultimate fuck keeps him coming back. As long as you allow him, he will push for new experiences with you. Some of those may, one day, be beyond what you are willing to except.

Kitten, I know right now that you think you can handle anything that he wants from you. But, in my experience, many times this type of illness brings a great deal of trauma rather than pleasure. Rarely does this type of situation resolve itself without help.

The treatment for this behavior typically involves psychotherapy, medications and self-help groups. My grandmother did a lot of the foundation studies for hypersexual activity disorder diagnosis. I continued her studies here, at this hospital, following her lead into that field of psychiatry."

Marie reached out to take hold of my hand, bringing my far away gaze back to look directly into her eyes. She continued, "However, neither your Daddy nor your Mom ever sought out counseling for it. They just assumed their sex drives were normal and just continued seeking the next orgasmic high. Kitten, there may be a genetic pre-disposition for hypersexual activity disorder. The research for that is barely begun."

I felt Marie squeeze my hand, waiting for a response to the massive knowledge dump that had just landed in my lap. I glanced over at Dr. Dani who sat across from Marie and me. Her dispassionate gaze was clinically studying me, like a lab rat.

"A genetic pre-disposition, means I could also have this hypersexual activity disorder?" I asked almost rhetorically, sensing that Marie already probably knew there was more to the research development than she alluded to earlier.

"Possibly, you seem to be exhibiting many of the characteristics of someone with the disorder," she replied, "The research is not yet definitive on that point."

"You're saying my Daddy feels guilty about fucking me even when his body says otherwise?" I pushed for clarification with Marie.

"He said as much, yes that's what he told me. He came to the farm, hoping for me to be able to assist the two of you; separate the two of you for a while so that he could have some time to come to grips with the situation," She replied.

"Time to come to grips with it, yeah. So, he drives straight home from your farm and goes straight to fucking my best friend before the sun rises!" I sarcastically spued out the words.

Mimicking my tone Marie sardonically remarks, "For your Daddy, fucking your best friend is not the same as fucking his daughter. Remember he may have a hypersexual activity disorder that is undiagnosed. He would see nothing wrong with fucking someone else who isn't his daughter. If you had not intervened, he would have sought out other partners to fulfill his needs. However, I would need to study that more to confirm my suspicions."

"So, then this is my Karma coming back to bite me in the ass, yes? I made a promise to Mom; kept it in every way. Now, you think my Daddy wants me to stop, but can't or won't tell me how he feels about it?" I asked as I looked into Marie's eyes.

"Yes," came her response in the form of a soft sigh. "Karma is biting you, your daddy, and me in the ass as well, altogether as a result of our past actions, Kitten," Marie whispered as she glanced over at Dr. Bagatti. Sensing that I was fatigued and not ready to process any more information at this late hour of the night, Marie sat back against the sofa without further comment.

It's true that I was tired and needed some time to process this revelation, but I wasn't ready to roll over and play dead about my promise to mom. I'd roll over, I thought, only if it was to take Daddy's cock from behind until I was certain he didn't want me anymore.

'Were these thoughts really mine rattling around in my head, or the Cuba Libre working on my inhibitions?' I thought, but just couldn't tell at this hour.

Besides, Dani had opened my eyes about anal sex being a good feeling. Doing it with Daddy was certainly the safest approach to finding out how it felt, assuming he did anal. I didn't know if what Marie was feeding me was bullshit that she and Dani concocted or not, but I wasn't going to take her word for it until I had this out with my Daddy. And I certainly wasn't going to stop until I got him inside my other untouched hole!

"You need to rest, Kat," Marie inserted her words into the silence that fell between us.

My eyes were blurry and I was really weary from all the day's activities and the rage that nearly ripped her head off. The rage she had purposefully crafted to shred my promise to my mother. The blurry eyes could also be from that large glass-full of Cuba Libre, to its credit, it did make me feel fuzzy-eyed. But I wanted to push some boundaries with Marie; to test her resolve.

I stood up stripping off my top and skirt -- standing naked, with my hands on my hips - just inches from Marie's face. "How do you like my tats, Marie?" I asked as I splayed my legs for her observation, then pirouetted for her to read my backside tramp stamp -- 'So ... WicKed.' I could see Dani's facial expression go from doctor mode to wide-eyed surprise at my bold actions. Up to this point, she has no idea what my personal relationship was with Marie.

Marie ignored Dani's presence. Years of study and human observations, I guess, prepared her for moments like these. By ignoring Dani, I could tell she was not about to let any teenage upstart push her into a corner and try to flummox that clinical training she had so carefully absorbed from her grandmother.

Taking my breasts in her hands, Marie roamed over the crimson italic script inscribed just below each nipple: WicKed -- Wicked, she breathed aloud. Then, she glanced down to take in the So ... WicKed script centered over my slit.

"Ms WicKed, if your Daddy sees these, he may never, ever want to let you go!" Marie's laugh seemed to float around the whole room, echoing off the glass window-walls of the penthouse. Dani just sat mouse-like, somewhat red-faced, fidgeting as her boss reveled in the thoughts of the affect my tats might have on my Daddy.

"So ... WicKed," came Dr. Marie Johnson's response as her fingers slide between my laser manicured lips. "Nice," she intoned as her fingers grazed over the velvety smoothness.

I watched Dani out of the corner of my eye as Marie's hands traced my breasts and fingered their way through the slickness of my cunt. Her eyes looked just as wide as if she had walked into her parent's bedroom discovering her Daddy dicking her mom's ass for the first time. Marie didn't care. With Marie's fingers shoved into me, neither did I.

By the time I finished my shower, Dani was gone. The lights were off, just the glow of a nightlight by Marie's bed guided me to her side. Lifting up the sheets, I slide next to her. Without conversation, she roamed my body with her expert lips and tongue until I became a coiled spring waiting for a monumental 'resolution' to spring out of control. I climaxed as I cried out clutching her face against my mons until the earth stopped spinning. Then it was my turn.

Slowly and methodically, MS WicKed returned the favor of a 'resolution' mimicking Marie's movements. Breathing softly into her pussy, I built up a head of steam inside of her, like a locomotive barreling down the tracks - driving her need for an epic fuck. Methodically, I wrung out every moan and gasp buried deeply inside of her as my fingers pistoned inside her wet, slippery snatch. Sucking her cunty lips into my mouth, I rolled and flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit, until her head jerked back, her legs stiffened, and her ass rose up off of the bed. Then, I punched my tongue fiercely into her cunt until she squealed -- surrendering her soul to me.

Moments later, I found my body collapsing and swirling down a black hole. Sleep crept upon my shoulders and gnawed its way into my bones -- it claimed me and I let it in without remorse.

There would be three days left to battle with Marie about the devil within my Daddy before he came to pick me up on Saturday. For now, I owned her orgasms and I was bound to extract my pound of flesh for her sin of betrayal against me.

The Taking of WicKed

I felt the cold winter wind buffeting me, pushing my shoulder -- and I pushed back with a moan. Again, it shook me -- again, I pushed back. "Fuck you!" I finally growled as its icy fingers gripped my shoulder again.

"Katrina! Wake up," the wind said, in a soft feminine voice. I woke up. My swollen eyes blinked open and came into focus. Marie lay still, next to me, her hand on my shoulder and her eyes gazing into mine.

"Sorry," I said, "About saying fuck you. I was dreaming a heavy cold wind was holding me back as I struggled to move forward. I don't know where I was going, but it seemed important to get there, soon. I was saying 'fuck you' to the wind to get out of my way -- not you, Marie." I said contritely and I meant it with all my heart.

She was wearing a tiny smile this morning. It seems she parked her stone-cold look somewhere last night and hadn't found it to put it back on this morning, yet.

"Dani?"

"We spoke when you went to shower last night. She said she understood -- to tell you she still owes you a 'resolution.'" Marie whispered as she stroked my hair and let her hand slide down my cheek. Somehow, hearing that made me feel better.

Her hand paused and then dropped down to the bedcovers coming to a halt. I thought it was going to glide downward to my tats and hum the words she had breathed into my slit early this morning. However, as her hand lay still on the bedcovers, I could sense there would be no morning soiree for my laser manicured peach, now. Probably a good thing since I had a lot of things to absorb about Marie's savage intervention last night. I wasn't going to forgive her so readily, this time.

"So ... what else do you have up your sleeve for me, Dr. Marie Johnson? Ropes, chains, or worse?" I had found Marie's stone-face countenance and put it on me.

"Kitten, I did it for your own good. You needed to realize where your Daddy's head is at this point in his life and I'm not talking about the one dangling on the end of his dick. I meant what I said about his not having a say in fucking you. You own that. Now, you and I need to figure out a means of fixing this.

There are two avenues as I see it. The first is, we stage an intervention for your Daddy similar to what you saw with Marilyn and Mr. Bell. The second, involves you and your Daddy getting together again, but you have to control that scenario and have the same level of conversational engagement with him as you saw last night with Marilyn and Bell. I'm not sure you're up to the latter."

"Marie, is there a third one? Like where you, Daddy and I just go home and live as a Triple?"

"It's called a Throuple, honey. But that solution doesn't begin to solve your Daddy's hypersexual activity disorder. It's a solution, just not a good one. Although it would keep his satisfied just like when your mom and I tag teamed him when we were in college."

"Katrina, your young, I don't want your life tied down to pleasing your father as your goal in life. You're bright, you can be so much more. Like I told you last night, I give you my promise that I will take care of your Daddy the way your mother wanted -- you just have to be willing to let me take over and know that she trusted me as much as she trusted you in this matter. Sugar, just follow your heart -- spread your wings and fly high, become what you want to be."

I could see Marie's eyes pleading with me, trying to reason with me. This was the third time she sought to intercede on behalf of my mother's wishes. After last night's earthshattering intervention, I could see that Marie had carefully scripted Marilyn's roleplay and the plan is now indelibly burned into my mind. It held a lot of truth within it. And Marie was correct, I did own not asking permission but forcing my Daddy to take my virginity. At the time, I only thought of it as fulfilling my promise to my Mom to take care of Daddy's sexual needs as she did.

My mind was reeling as I lay in bed trying to absorb all the iterations Marie laid out for me, for us. Just three days ago my believe system was so simple: fuck whomever you wanted as long as they agreed and it didn't hurt anyone. It seemed so obvious then and I didn't know why the adult world was hiding sex from me like it was something to be kept in a hidden vault. It felt great with Daddy, although not so much with Jack Fletcher hammering my pussy on a blanket in Walnut Grove. Sure, he thought it was great and I guess it was for him; he just needed more training, I think. Marie really makes it feel great and Dr. Dani, well she feels wonderful between my thighs, too. Fuck, I just need some time to wade through all this shit!

"Marie, we have three days before Daddy comes for me. I'd like to make a choice the day before he comes. Can you wait that long for me to decide?" I asked her, hoping she would have enough time to coordinate whatever she needed to do based upon my choice.

Marie took a few moments before responding, "Okay, I'll work out some plans for each scenario. Do you feel you could handle a roleplay like Marilyn's with your Daddy? If you take that route?"

"I'm okay with that. But, Marie, could you let me try it out on Mr. Bell for practice?"

"Katrina Schumacher! You want me to lose my license?" Marie nearly jumped out of bed as I asked. I could have sworn I saw a giant grin on her face as she strolled naked into the bathroom and cranked up the steam shower until fog rolled out into the bedroom like onto the San Francisco Bay in the evenings.

"Just a thought," I murmured as I rolled over and slide from beneath the covers. I spotted one of Marie's trademark fancy robes folded neatly beside my bedside table and slipped it on just as I heard a chime sounding at the door. I answered it. Laraby stood towering there before me.

"Breakfast -- banana pancakes and lots of bacon," he said as he pushed the cart into the dining room. I wanted to ask if it included some roaming Daddy hands, but respectfully kept my lips zipped. He tipped his imaginary hat to me and it seemed it only took two steps for his to reach the door and leave. A man of few words it seems.

We didn't fly back to the farmstead on Wednesday. Marie used the time to formulate her various interdiction scenarios. It gave me time to roam the hospital with Dani and Dr. Floyd observing a number of therapy sessions, some similar to Marilyn's session with Mr. Bell. We passed several of Dr. Floyd's team but, I got no stares from anyone; guess the video of my blow up in the lobby got edited before word got out and made the rounds with the staffers.