Road Trip Improvements

Note: All characters within this story are above 18 years of age. This is a fictional story and is meant to be read as a fantasy by adults (18+). Any apparent lack of consent is purely a narrative element within this fictional setting and is not meant to reflect acceptable behavior in real life. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Commissioned by: Anonymous Patron

Richard

Richard had been driving for two hours straight since they left the motel that morning. The Harpers weren’t the adventurous type, but with Brooke heading off to college soon, Vanessa had pushed hard for one last family road trip across Texas, before their daughter flew the nest. Richard hadn’t been very enthusiastic about the idea, but he also knew he couldn’t say no to his wife. Not when she had made the suggestion two weeks earlier with her heavy tits resting warmly on his face while they were in bed. So here they were, a family of three crawling across the state in their SUV.

Richard shifted in his seat and spoke up. “Maybe we should stop for a quick break soon?”

Vanessa shot that down immediately. “We can’t fall behind schedule, Richard. We still have a lot of miles to cover today.”

He glanced into the rear-view mirror at his daughter. Brooke sat quietly in the back seat, earbuds in, staring out the window. Richard felt that familiar swell of pride. At eighteen she was already turning heads everywhere she went, even though she did everything possible to hide it. She had inherited his blonde hair and her mother’s bombshell body, long legs, perky tits that strained against her loose hoodie, and a round ass that her baggy jeans couldn’t completely hide. Despite all the attention she no doubt got from boys, Brooke stayed focused. Good grades, no parties, no sneaking around behind their backs. At least not as far as Richard could tell.

He turned his head toward Vanessa in the passenger seat. “So where’s the next stop supposed to be?”

Before she could answer, a strange wave washed over him. It wasn’t exactly dizziness or nausea, just a sudden, heavy feeling that made his thoughts slow down. In the same moment he saw Vanessa’s eyes go glassy as she looked at the map on her lap. It only lasted a couple of seconds. Then her eyes cleared again and her voice came out softer than before.

“Here… turn right here.”

Richard frowned. The exit she was pointing at led off the highway into a quiet suburban neighborhood. That definitely wasn’t the route they had planned. Something in his head told him this was wrong, but the thought didn’t seem to matter. His hands moved on their own, steering the SUV onto the off-ramp.

Vanessa stayed quiet after that, simply pointing whenever another turn was needed. Richard followed every instruction without argument. A few minutes later the car rolled to a stop in front of a large mansion that looked completely out of place in the otherwise ordinary neighborhood. The front door of the house stood wide open, as if someone had been expecting them.

Without a word, all three of them opened their car doors and stepped out. Richard, Vanessa, and Brooke walked up the driveway and straight through the open front door like it was the most natural thing in the world.

As they all entered the living room, they came face to face with a man sitting comfortably on the sofa. He was strikingly handsome, with a calm aura around him and a small smirk on his face. He spoke in a smooth, almost bored tone.

“Ahh, there’s the entertainment I ordered for the day. Let’s see…”

He got up and walked over to the trio, getting close enough that Richard could smell his expensive cologne. The man looked Brooke up and down with a hand on his chin, as if he were appraising an art piece.

“A good base for sure, but I think improvements could be made.”

“You!” he said, snapping his fingers and pointing straight at Vanessa. “Take this hot broad of yours to the shopping complex nearby and give her the most slutty makeover possible in a couple of hours. I want everything redone; hair, makeup, outfit, everything. A perfect slut. Am I clear?”

“Y-yess,” Vanessa replied without hesitation.

Huh? Did he hear that right? Had his wife just agreed to slutting up their own daughter?

“Oh, and while you’re at it, teach her how to be a good slut. You popped her out, so I’m assuming you know a thing or two about sex, you old bag.”

Richard winced at how the man had just talked to his wife. He knew that kind of talk was a touchy topic for Vanessa, but for some reason he felt strangely calm about it. He watched as his wife grabbed Brooke’s hand and led her back outside toward the car. Brooke followed without a word, her face blank.

The man nonchalantly walked over to the kitchen and returned with two beer cans in his hands. He tossed one to Richard, who caught it easily. Then he went back to the couch and told Richard to come sit and speak with him while the ladies were gone.

Richard sat down on the sofa across from him and opened the can, taking a long sip. The cold beer tasted good going down.

The man leaned back and started speaking again, his voice still relaxed and bored.

“Your mind seems to be somewhat aware of what’s happening, but you can’t really help yourself, can you? That’s because I’m controlling your thoughts and emotions with my psychic powers right now.”

He took a sip of his own beer and continued.

“So tell me, what would you do to me if I wasn’t controlling you?”

Richard answered calmly, without any anger in his voice. “I would punch you until you couldn’t speak anymore.”

The man laughed, a low, easy chuckle.

“Fair enough. Ever since an experiment went wrong at the company I used to work at, I’ve had these psychic powers. I sensed the three of you driving by and decided I wanted a taste of your daughter’s hot bod this afternoon. A hot piece of ass shouldn’t go to waste, should it, dude?”

He raised his beer can.

Richard found himself raising his own can and clinking it against the man’s. “Y… yeah d… dude!”

The man took another sip of his beer and leaned back on the couch, looking relaxed as ever.

“Thank you for humouring me, I do get bored sometimes. Tell me about your daughter. Who is she really? What’s she like?”

Richard took another sip from his can. The words came out easily, like he was just chatting with an old friend.

“Brooke’s a good girl I'd say, still a virgin,” he said calmly. “She’s really smart too. Always getting top grades. She wants to get into a good college, Stanford or something like that. She’s very obedient. Vanessa and I kept her pretty sheltered growing up. She never gave us any trouble, never snuck out, never partied, nothing like that.”

He paused for a second, then kept going.

“But yeah… she definitely has the body you’re looking for. Tight, young and perfect. Perky tits and a nice round ass that she keeps hidden under those baggy hoodies and loose jeans. She doesn’t like showing it off. Says she wants people to notice her brain instead of her looks.”

The man listened with that same small smirk on his face, nodding slowly like he was filing the information away for later. He didn’t look surprised or particularly excited, just mildly interested, the way someone might listen to weekend plans.

Richard felt a small flicker of something in the back of his mind, like he knew he shouldn’t be saying any of this to a complete stranger. But the feeling was distant and weak. It didn’t stop the words from coming out smooth and natural.