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A Fox In The Chicken Coop 
by Ifurita X (ifurita_x@yahoo.ca) 

***

This is a story about control. Stepmother hypnotizes
husband and stepdaughter and makes them to do her 
bidding. (F/f-teen, M/f-teen, d/s, underage, mc, inc,
1st, hypno)

***

Is it a cliché to dislike one's step-mother so much? It 
was a question that had troubled Becky from the 
beginning. She wanted to like her, to be happy for the 
sake of her father. But, it was so difficult...

In a roundabout sort of way, it was her own fault. She 
was the one who suggested to her father it was time to 
take a brave step out and find himself a potential mate. 
Ever since her mother's death nearly ten years ago, the 
two had lived alone together, completely devoted father 
and daughter. 

Now that Becky was truly growing up, she began to sense 
a certain loneliness in her father's life, and felt 
guilty about keeping him all to herself. So, she 
encouraged him to take a shot at the world of modern 
dating. She felt a little hypocritical, being so shy and 
reserved to have attracted much attention from the boys 
at school, but it was easier being a cheerleader for him 
than herself.

* * *

Things had gone very quickly, too quickly. He'd met 
Leonora at a club -exactly what kind Becky could never 
discern, though she knew it wasn't a bar or other sort 
of nightclub. What she did know, even before she'd heard 
her name, was the effect this person had on him; heard 
through her father's quiet refrain, 'I'm in love'.

It was easy to believe that he was, given the abstract 
way he went about his day to day life after that. 
Perhaps he really was consumed with thoughts of this 
enigmatic woman, but Becky's instincts were telling her 
otherwise. But what did she know?

Not long after, Leonora came to their house to visit. 
Becky put on her best face, but for her it was an 
uncomfortable evening. Leonora proved to be a slender 
woman of unusual height, her dark russet hair long 
enough to nearly reach her waist. Her eyes were without 
doubt her most unsettling feature. They always seemed to 
be only half-open, as if she were very sleepy, or 
harbouring secret thoughts whenever she looked at you.

She was very quiet and soft spoken too, even more so 
than Becky. Yet her daddy would jump at her every word; 
get her coffee, raise the heat, give her a neck rub -
he'd do it without pause. Becky felt a tight fist of 
resentment form in her stomach, but she kept her 
opinions to herself, watching their interplay from the 
couch, arms folded.

Leonora stayed the night too, which Becky didn't give 
any immediate thought to until she was lying in bed 
drifting off to sleep. A number of misplaced sounds 
began to intrude on her consciousness, highlighted by a 
truncated woman's cry. She realized that they were 
making love. No, 'making love' was too polite a term. 
For the noise to be able to filter down the short 
hallway like that, they could only be having fierce, 
animalistic sex. 

Becky turned over in the bed, trying to put it out of 
her mind, but it was impossible to ignore. This was the 
first time she'd heard the sounds of two people... doing 
that, and was unconsciously straining her ears to hear 
every exclamation and squeak of the mattress. She could 
imagine her father locked in that woman's embrace, 
Leonora lying beneath him, her legs wrapped around his 
lean back as he fucked her. This internal pornography, 
along with the faint but very real sounds drifting into 
her bedroom, made Becky very wet between the legs. 

No matter how aroused she got though, she steadfastly 
kept her hands pressed beneath her pillow, refusing to 
masturbate to her own dad's sexual escapades. Having 
finally lapsed into sleep, she was plagued by 
embarrassing erotic dreams, most of which she mercifully 
forgot by the time she'd awoke the next morning.

* * *

Then came the marriage. It was to be a civil ceremony, 
with no family or other guests present. On hearing this 
news, Becky broke into tears, clutching at her father's 
shirt as she begged him to reconsider. To have been 
engaged after barely a month! He let her have her rant, 
then hugged her, stroking her hair. 

He calmly explained that he loved Leonora very much, and 
it was natural that they should want to share their 
lives together, and that Becky would always be his very 
precious daughter no matter what. Becky allowed herself 
to be mollified by his words, but in her heart she still 
felt something was bitterly wrong. In this brief span of 
time, she and Leonora hadn't shared more than a few 
brief sentences -and now she was to be her step-mom.

* * *

"You can't stay away forever. You're not old enough yet 
to go live out on your own."

"I know," Becky grimly agreed.

Both were dressed in their pajamas, Becky seated cross-
legged on the floor on the sleeping bag, Sheila perched 
up on the bed. Ever since Leonora had become Mrs. K. 
last week, Becky had taken advantage of her small circle 
of friends to sleep over to avoid being at home.

"It could be you've got the wrong angle on this," Sheila 
told her, "Have you considered how much alike you two 
are?"

"What!?"

"I know what you're like, Becky, especially around 
strangers. Hell, you even clam up whenever you're around 
Darren, and I know how you feel about him." Becky 
blushed at the mention of his name. "From what you've 
told me, she sounds every bit as quiet and stand-offish 
as you. Maybe you should try and meet her halfway."

Becky didn't think she was like Leonora at all, but 
perhaps she was right about the other point. "If only it 
didn't all happen so fast," she mumbled. "Ah, a 
whirlwind romance," Sheila sighed, lying back on the 
bed. "Can't really blame them. If she hadn't got to him 
first, I would -and you don't want me as your step-mom, 
trust me."

"Sheila!"

"Kidding, just kidding," Sheila laughed. "But, you have 
to admit your father is hot. It's no surprise to me she 
wanted to get that ring on his finger as soon as 
possible."

Somehow that explanation didn't ring true either. Still, 
Becky had been so on guard against this newcomer she 
hadn't made much effort to try and get to know her.

"She is part of the family now," Becky acknowledged, 
folding away her glasses for the night. "I suppose I 
really should try harder."

* * *

Taking a deep breath, Becky opened the front door, her 
school bag slung over one shoulder. Her father wouldn't 
be home from work yet, which meant the only other person 
in the house would be... her. She found Leonora seated 
at the kitchen table, idly flipping through a magazine. 
She looked up as Becky came to stand before her.

"Um, miss... err, I mean, Leonora," Becky awkwardly 
began, "I wanted to apologize for not doing this sooner, 
and to properly welcome you to the family." She held out 
her hand to Leonora, who smiled as she rose from her 
chair. Ignoring the offered hand, she instead took Becky 
into a tight, warm embrace, holding the girls' head to 
her shoulder.

"I knew you would come to me," Leonora murmured. "Your 
father was right about you."

Becky blushed, unprepared for this sudden flash of 
affection. "Wha-what exactly did he say," Becky asked.

"That you'd come to feel about me the way he does." I 
wouldn't count on that, Becky thought, keeping the 
sentiment to herself.

Leonora drew back a bit, one hand brushing against 
Becky's cheek as she studied her face. She was her 
father's daughter alright, though the resemblance wasn't 
immediately obvious. Her hair was a similar colour, very 
shiny and cut at the shoulders, but was less blonde than 
her dad's. Behind those big round glasses her eyes were 
a rich shade of hazel, her eyelashes naturally thick and 
long. There were the barest trace of freckles across her 
nose and cheeks; no doubt they were quite rampant back 
when she was a child.

Becky grew noticeably restive under Leonora's 
exploratory gaze.

"I have something for you," she finally said, reaching 
into her waist pocket. "Something to welcome you into my 
own family."

"Err, 'your' family?" Becky repeated, frowning. "Mm 
hmm." Leonora held up a thin gold chain necklace, 
featuring a single inch-long crystal. It looked to be a 
translucent white, though from an angle it also held a 
purple hue.

"Is that quartz, or amethyst," Becky wondered aloud. 

"Neither of those," Leonora replied, reaching around to 
hook it at the back of her neck. "It's a 'meditation 
stone'. I make it a point to give one to everyone who is 
special to me. I'll show you how it works later this 
evening."

"Oh. Well, thank you very much," Becky said, gingerly 
fingering the stone that now lay draped close to her 
chest.

"Your father should be home soon," Leonora said, finally 
retreating from Becky's personal space. "He'll be happy 
to see you back."

"Um, nice to be back," Becky said, not entirely certain 
it was.

* * *

Head propped on one arm, Becky sat at her desk, picking 
her way through her homework. Having spent nearly half 
an hour on a single page, it was clear her spirit wasn't 
really into it. Pushing her notebook away, she gave a 
tired sigh, her fingers gravitating to her new piece of 
jewelry. Holding up the crystal pendant, she wondered if 
her father was right, if she ever would come to accept 
Leonora in the way he wanted.

"It's not like I don't want you two to be happy," Becky 
whispered, "but..."

"Ah, I did say I would show you how it worked, didn't 
I?"

Becky nearly leapt out of her skin at the sound of 
Leonora's voice behind her.

"Don't get up," she said, laying a hand on Becky's 
shoulder. "It's better to do this sitting down." 

"You scared the daylights out of me," Becky complained. 
"Shouldn't you knock first?" 

"We're all family now," Leonora said, "You've nothing to 
be afraid of."

Replacing Becky's hand with her own, she held up the 
meditation stone at eye level for them both to see. 
Becky shifted uneasily, Leonora's breath prickling 
against her neck as she leant in close. "Um, you know, I 
don't mean to sound inappreciative," Becky said, "but, I 
don't really believe in all that new age stuff."

Leonora gave a small chuckle.

"That which is true doesn't require belief, any more 
than you need to believe in gravity to keep your feet on 
the ground," she explained. "All I'm offering you is 
piece of mind."

"Piece of mind, huh."

Although the edge in Becky's voice was unmistakable, it 
was softened by her growing distraction -her attention 
fixed on the crystal Leonora was dangling before her. It 
caught the light in a most unusual way, shifting from 
translucent to indigo as it rolled over the back of 
Leonora's long fingernail. "It's not going to hurt to 
try," she said, "all it takes is a little bit of trust. 
Your father trusts me. Don't you think it would be best 
to lay aside those hidden suspicions?"

"I-I..." Becky caught herself, not quite willing to make 
that admission. It was true, though, that it would be a 
lot better if she could trust this woman at some level, 
if only for her father's sake. "Good girl," Leonora 
cooed, moving slightly behind her. "It's a very simple 
meditation, I assure you. It will require very little 
effort on your part, only your concentration on the 
crystal. Let it be the focal point of your vision, and 
soon it will be the focal point of your entire 
consciousness. For now, remain as you are, sitting 
comfortably, your breath growing deeper and more 
relaxed."

Right from the start she could feel Becky resisting her. 
This only caused her to smile. The reed which does not 
bend will simply break; and how delightfully fun it is 
when they do.

"Meditation is a way of cleansing your mind of 
unnecessary worry and stress," Leonora explained, 
deliberately pacing her words. "Even consciousness 
itself can be a burden. I will allow you to place those 
burdens on me, as you continue to breathe slower and 
deeper."

"Are you trying to put me to sleep," Becky mumbled.

"A very special kind of sleep," Leonora replied, "a 
meditative trance, in fact. When it's over, you'll 
barely remember a thing, but your mind will be clear and 
you'll feel much better. Now, no more questions." 
Rubbing the gold chain between her fingertips, Leonora 
set the small crystal gently rotating, back and forth. 

The shifting of white and violet colours created a 
subtle strobing effect on Becky's vision. 

"No thoughts, no fears," Leonora continued, "only the 
steady rhythm of your breathing, and the sound of my 
voice in your ears. The muscles in your body are 
relaxed, all the tension melting away in a steady flow. 
No thoughts, no fears, no feeling; only the steady 
rhythm of your breathing, and the sound of my voice..."

As Leonora continued to intone, Becky began to feel the 
effects of those words. She really could feel the 
tension within her draining away, as if it were an 
invisible force flowing out of her from the ends of her 
fingers and toes, leaving her slack and increasingly 
numb. Some part of her mind reacted with alarm that she 
should be slipping under like this, but it was drowned 
out by the insidious repetition of Leonora's voice, and 
the flickering crystal stone that consumed her 
attention.

"You are now very close to the edge of sleep, like a 
heavy weight pressing upon you it becomes harder to 
resist," Leonora told her. "It is my voice leading you 
down into that darkness. You have no fear of that sleep, 
for I will be there with you, my words acting as your 
guide. The weight grows heavier still, enveloping you 
like a lead blanket. You are powerless to resist, the 
need for sleep far too strong to ignore any longer."

Behind her glasses, Becky's eyes had become humid, 
glinting with the reflected light from the crystal. She 
was too far gone to even be aware of the thin trail of 
drool that had begun to creep from the corner of her 
slack lips. By degrees her conscious will had slipped 
away, and she only felt the oppressively urgent need for 
slumber.

"Listen very carefully," Leonora said, her volume 
dropping close to a whisper. "When I repeat the words, 
'sleep now', you will do exactly that. Becky, listen to 
me... sleep now."

Remarkably, Leonora didn't have to repeat herself, Becky 
had broken; she was asleep.

Leonora gently dropped the crystal pendant back to 
Becky's chest. Tilting her head, she looked into the 
girl's half-lidded eyes. The pupils were widely dilated, 
just as you'd expect to see on someone under the 
influence of psychotropic drugs -or a hypnotic trance.

Leonora allowed herself a smile, never really doubting 
she'd succeed. If anything, Becky had been a very easy 
mark -much like her father.

"I could even believe there's a genetic link to hypnotic 
susceptibility," Leonora thought out loud, "I wonder..."

Leonora wiped away the smear of saliva that had crept 
down from Becky's mouth. "Can you hear me, Becky?"

"Yes," she replied, voice dull and flat. 

Leonora moved to stand beside her, leaning back against 
the edge of the desk, arms crossed. "You must answer all 
of my questions honestly, Becky," she instructed, "You 
have no reason to hide the truth. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Leonora paused, studying the girl's face a moment before 
continuing. "Do you like your new step-mother very 
much?"

"No, I don't."

"Are you jealous of her?"

Becky's brow furrowed, as if she didn't quite 
understand. "No... no, I don't think so."

"Hmm."

She was rather hoping for a 'yes' answer. Given how long 
the two had lived together on their own, it wouldn't 
have been unusual for Becky to feel possessive of her 
father. Perhaps she wasn't being entirely honest with 
her feelings. She definitely needed a more feminine 
influence on her life. "Becky, how many friends do you 
have?"

"A few."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"The shy, quiet type, of course," Leonora remarked, 
taking in Becky's mode of dress. Probably slept in 
pajamas too.

"I used to be just like you," Leonora said. "A little 
mouse of a girl. What you need is a little self 
confidence."

Becky remained staring into space, Leonora's words 
simply washing over her.

"Is there any one boy at school you're really attracted 
to," Leonora asked, "someone in particular you'd love to 
go out with?"

"Yes. Darren."

"I see. Just how much do you like this Darren person? Do 
you have masturbatory fantasies over him?"

"Yes."

"The irrepressible libido of the teenage girl," Leonora 
smirked. "Do you ever talk to this boy?" 

"No."

"Thought not," Leonora nodded. "Well, I think it's time 
we changed that. Listen to me very carefully, Becky. 

"The next day at school, you are going to talk to this 
Darren. You will do so with every confidence, without 
fear or hesitation. What's more, you will do everything 
you can to make those sexual fantasies come true. You 
will show and exploit your body to him, letting him know 
exactly what you're offering. About the only thing that 
can match the libido of a teenage girl is that of a 
teenage boy. Do you understand what I'm telling you to 
do, Becky?"

"Yes," she replied flatly. "I will talk to Darren 
tomorrow. I will use my body to get him to sleep with 
me."

"This is going to work out very well, I promise you."

In fact, Leonora had no idea how it would work out. Left 
to their own devices, a subject could interpret a post-
hypnotic suggestion any number of ways. Leonora was 
excited to see what the eventual aftermath of all this 
would be.

"You've been a very good, very obedient girl, Becky," 
Leonora said softly, "and when you awake, you will feel 
very good about yourself. You will have no conscious 
memory of what we talked about while you were asleep. 
You will only feel comfortable, warm and safe. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes."

Leonora leant forward, lifting the meditation stone from 
Becky's chest once again.

"Now, one last thing," she said. "Whenever you see me 
holding this crystal, and you hear me speak the words, 
'sleep now', you will return to this state of sleep. 
This crystal, and these words, 'sleep now'. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes."

Leonora took a deep satisfied breath. Though she hid the 
fact, she was also very aroused, as she often was during 
these sessions. But, it was time to put this brief 
experiment to an end.

"Now, pay attention to the crystal," Leonora told her. 
"Keep your eyes fixed upon it, never wavering. Listen to 
me, as you feel the weight of sleep gradually lifting 
from you. Your body feels lighter and lighter, and your 
mind clearing and coming into focus. When I say the 
words, 'awaken now', you will again be awake and aware, 
free of the burden of sleep. Still rising, everything 
becoming clearer and listening to my words... awaken 
now."

Becky reacted as if a starters pistol had gone off, her 
body jolting as she came awake. Blinking wildly, she was 
startled to find Leonora now standing beside her rather 
than behind her.

"My gosh," she muttered, taking off her glasses to rub 
her eyes.

"You're feeling alright," Leonora asked, letting go of 
the crystal pendant.

"Yes, I'm fine," Becky said, her voice betraying some 
surprise at the fact. Firstly, she never really expected 
to go under at all. Having done so, she was just as 
startled to find that the meditation had done everything 
Leonora had promised; she felt very relaxed, and quite 
happy in an abstract sort of way. 

"We'll, I'll leave you to your work then," Leonora said, 
catching her off guard by giving her a peck on the 
cheek. "Don't stay up too late. Good night." 

"Um, yeah, good night..."

Closing the door to Becky's bedroom, Leonora found her 
husband standing in the darkened hallway, waiting. His 
face showed a certain degree of anxiety though he said 
nothing.

"Everything's fine," she assured him. "It went well."

She stepped closer, laying a hand against his chest. "I 
told you we'd all end up as one happy family, Gregory. 
And we will."

He nodded solemnly.

"Go to the bedroom and undress," she ordered, "I'll join 
you presently."

Mutely, he moved off to obey.

Becky had felt anxious and strange since she first got 
to school in the morning. It was like she was about to 
leap out of her skin or something. She had no idea why 
she should feel this sort of suppressed excitement, at 
least not until she came to math class and saw Darren, 
seated at his usual desk a few places down. 

With absolute certainty she knew that today was the day. 
All through class she kept stealing glances back at him. 
Yep, this would be the day alright. She couldn't imagine 
why she hadn't decided this before. What was there to be 
nervous about? 

It wasn't like he was going to chew her head off or 
anything; though, if she got her way, he'd be chewing on 
an entirely different part of her anatomy... The minute 
the bell rang, Becky quickly gathered her things. She 
timed her exit from the classroom just at the right 
moment to intercept Darren, blocking his way.

"Hi there," she said brightly, slinging her school bag 
across to the other shoulder.

"Oh, hello," he replied, looking past her to the 
hallway.

"I bet you don't know who I am, do you?" 

"Oh, err," he blinked down at her, finally coming around 
to the fact she was addressing him. "You're Becky, 
aren't you?"

Becky giggled, one hand reaching up to undo the button 
of her collar. "You do know," she said, grinning. "I 
know yours too. Very well."

She undid yet another button on her plain white blouse.

"Is there something you wanted?" he asked, trying to 
disguise his irritation. He had friends to meet. 

"Yeah, there kinda is, actually," she said, having half 
unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the tops of her modest 
breasts. "I know we've never really talked before, but I 
think we should skip out of lunch period and get to know 
each other a bit better." 

To Darren's rising horror and fascination, Becky had 
undone the entire front of her shirt, the open flaps 
revealing her bra. In fact, her behavior had created a 
buzz of attention from the students around her, who now 
formed a loose circle around the couple. Becky seemed to 
be complete oblivious to this however. 

"Look, what... Is this some sort of joke," Darren 
flustered, avoiding her eye contact. 

"No, I'm absolutely serious," she said, peeling back the 
cup from her left breast, exposing the pink circle of 
her nipple.

"What's going on here!"	 This authoritative voice came 
from behind her. Becky turned to see her teacher forcing 
his way through the small crowd she'd attracted.

"I was just talking to Darren," she explained, waving 
back to where he stood before her -except that Darren 
had wisely vacated the spot on first sign of an adult. 
Becky frowned, puzzled to find so many people gathered 
'round. Just what had she been doing anyway? 

Then came the realization that her blouse was wide open, 
her breast exposed for everyone to see. "Alright, 
everyone clear out!" Mr. H. yelled at the crowd, quickly 
pulling off his blazer and covering Becky's front. Her 
mind raced, heartbeat rising as all these events hit her 
at once.

"Oh my god!" she cried, covering her face in her hands.

She wished she could have fainted dead away, but she 
wasn't granted that luxury. Instead, she was led away by 
Mr. H. to the office, forced to endure the stares and 
chatter of her classmates.

* * *

A half hour later found Becky sitting alone in the main 
office foyer, waiting to be picked up. Having been told 
one of her parents had been called and was on their way, 
she naturally assumed it would be her father; instead, 
it was Leonora who walked in past the front door. She 
couldn't decide if that was better or worse. Leonora 
flashed her a brief smile before being directed to the 
vice-principal's office by the secretary on duty. While 
they had their private discussion, Becky continued to 
wait in the lobby. She already knew the verdict anyway; 
a week's suspension. "Shall we go?"

Becky raised her head, looking up to Leonora's 
outstretched hand. Together they left the school, hardly 
a further word spoken between them as she was driven 
home.

* * *

Becky woke up sometime in the late morning, having no 
reason to get up any earlier. Reaching over to the bed 
stand, she slipped on her glasses. She remained sitting 
up in bed, clad in her powder blue pajama top and 
underwear, back against the wall staring up at the 
ceiling in a dull torpor.

None of it made any sense. She must have been sleep 
walking the other day, if that was any sort of 
explanation. To have pulled out her tit like that in 
front of everyone. In front of Darren! Good lord, he 
must have thought she was some kind of freak! And what 
of everyone else! The news must have gotten around by 
now, and a single week wasn't going to erase that from 
their memory. They'd probably already had some degrading 
nickname they were going to call her when she returned 
to school. She wondered if the hollow sensation in her 
stomach was hunger for breakfast or sheer dread.

This was the first time she'd ever been in this sort of 
trouble at school. Remarkably, her father had made 
little comment on it. Perhaps he was too disappointed in 
her to say anything, or worse, simply didn't care that 
much. No, she couldn't believe that, but... Without any 
forewarning, the bedroom door swung open, Leonora 
strolling inside. Becky automatically drew her knees to 
her chest, shocked at the sudden intrusion. "Good 
morning," Leonora said breezily, wandering over to her 
desk.

"Gah... Please, I wish you'd at least knock," Becky 
replied with naked annoyance.

"No need for that tone," Leonora said, picking up 
something from the desktop. Dressed in a grey cotton 
sweat shirt and black stirrup pants, her long hair was 
tied back in a pony tail, giving her the appearance of 
having only gotten up recently herself. "With your 
father off to work, I was feeling a bit bored," she 
explained, "and since you're going to be stuck here at 
home with me..."

Leonora turned to face Becky, holding up the necklace 
she'd retrieved from her desk, meditation stone dangling 
from her fingers.

"I'm not in the mood for..."

"Sleep now, Becky," Leonora said, stepping closer.

"W..."

Whatever protest Becky had intended to raise was 
silenced almost immediately, her mouth frozen half open.

"And what a messy sleeper you are," Leonora murmured, 
closing her jaw shut. "Don't want you drooling over 
yourself."

Palming the meditation stone, Leonora pulled up the 
chair from Becky's desk, sitting directly across from 
her.

"So," Leonora sighed, crossing her legs, "what are we 
going to do with you. I can only hope you're more 
entertaining than daytime television." Leonora's frown 
lifted when she recalled exactly what had led Becky to 
be here in the first place. If only she could have seen 
that moment, when Becky first realized what she'd done.

"I wonder why you thought he'd be so interested in your 
breasts," she said. "Perhaps I should see for myself. 
Becky, open up your pajama top." 

Not even looking down, Becky's hands moved 
automatically, her fingers undoing the tiny buttons. 
Reaching forward, Leonora flicked aside the loose folds 
of her top, better revealing Becky's naked breasts.

"Cute," she remarked, "but you've still got a couple of 
years of growing up to do, I think. Probably a late 
bloomer. When did you first get your period, Becky?" 

"Nearly two years ago."

"I see," she nodded. "Did you talk to your father about 
it? Did he tell you about puberty?" 

"Yes. He gave me a book about it." 

"Of course. Very considerate of him," Leonora said, 
still contemplating the girl's bare chest. "Still, 
you're clearly not a child anymore. Makes me question 
why you still prefer the name 'Becky'. Not at all 
fitting for an adult woman."

Leonora leaned forward, fixing the girl with her gaze. 
"Listen very carefully," she instructed, "from now on, 
you shall only think of yourself as 'Rebecca'. This will 
be what you will call yourself. Only your father and I 
may call you by your old name. If anyone else dares call 
you 'Becky', you will get very annoyed, even angry, and 
will forcefully insist you be called Rebecca. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes."

"What is your name?"

"It's Rebecca."

"Very good."

Leonora sat back, fingering the meditation stone in her 
hand. If yesterday's episode was any indication, this 
post-hypnotic suggestion would stick as well. The girl 
was every bit as malleable as her dad. "Go make me a cup 
of coffee," she told her.

Becky rose from the bed to obey.

"Wait," Leonora interrupted her at the doorway. "Take 
off all your clothes first."

Without pause, Becky shrugged off her open pajama top, 
then bent over to peel down her plain cotton panties. 
Leonora smiled on seeing the discreet patch of dark 
pubic hair between her legs. Very cute. "Go on then," 
she told her, "to the kitchen to make my coffee."

While Becky was away, Leonora occupied herself by 
riffling through the drawers in her desk and dresser. 
She was hoping to find a journal or diary, but Becky 
didn't appear to have kept one. Well, it wasn't that 
important; it wasn't as if the girl was capable of 
keeping any secrets from her. 

But even more interesting was what she found buried 
underneath a pile of sweaters in her dresser; a well 
worn copy of the mini-magazine Penthouse 'Variations', 
dating from a couple of years ago. So, it seemed little 
Becky had been doing some extra reading beyond what her 
father had given her.

At that moment the still naked Becky had returned, 
gingerly holding the steaming cup in both hands while 
she waited mutely in the doorway. "Set it down here," 
Leonora ordered, pointing at the desk.

Tossing Becky's dirty little book on the bed, Leonora 
came behind her as she dutifully placed the hot beverage 
on the cluttered desk top. "What an obedient step-
daughter you are," Leonora breathed, wrapping an arm 
across her slender waist. "I've never really been 'into' 
girls, but something about you brings out the worst in 
me. I like that." 

Drawing her in close, back pressing against Leonora's 
chest, she lowered her hand down to the small curled 
hairs of Becky's pubis. Planting a light kiss on the top 
of her head, she felt the soft supple flesh of her 
labia, brushing her thumb over the area of her clit. She 
could feel Becky tremble slightly under this caress, but 
otherwise remained motionless in Leonora's embrace.

Stepping back, Leonora pushed Becky down so that she was 
lying with her chest flat on the desk, face turned to 
one side.

"Stay," Leonora commanded, keeping one hand firmly 
planted at the base of her neck. Reaching over, she 
dipped her fingers in the coffee, finding the heat to be 
just this side of bearable. Taking a big sip, she knelt 
down and, while holding Becky's buttocks apart, passed 
the hot liquid from her lips to the area just above her 
anus. 

Becky let out a sharp gasp as the coffee slid down the 
tender skin of her genitals, but stayed put as ordered. 
Leonora repeated the process one more time, then began 
licking the bitter tasting fluid from her cunt in long 
sensuous strokes. 

From experience, she knew that people in a hypnotic 
trance state have little resistance to erotic 
stimulation, and it took very little time at all for the 
coffee to be mingled with Becky's own internal wetness. 
"Has anyone made you come before," Leonora asked, 
rubbing her clit in quick circular motions. "No, never," 
she replied, voice tight. "It's almost a shame then 
you'll never remember any of this."

Dipping her finger in the still steaming mug, she 
inserted it into Becky's anus, pushing the digit deep 
inside. Becky jerked under this violation, another cry 
escaping her lips.

"Louder, Rebecca," Leonora rasped, vigorously frigging 
her cunt while probing her ass. "Scream. Cry. Beg. Tell 
me what you're feeling."

Becky immediately let loose with a series of 
strangulated shouts, a primal expression of her quickly 
rising arousal. By degrees her legs had spread further 
apart, her hands now bunched into fists by her sides. A 
thin sheen of sweat began to form across her naked back.

"I can feel it," Becky cried out, "I can feel it now! 
It's coming... Ungh!"

At that, her entire body went rigid, save her cunt which 
Leonora could feel twitching in her hand. "Shit," 
Leonora muttered to herself, unbuttoning the snap at the 
front of her trousers. She always felt the key to 
controlling others lie in one's own self control, but 
this had pushed her limits too far. 

Sliding a hand inside her pants, she could feel the wet 
smear she'd created against her panties from her own 
excitement. With gritted teeth, Leonora rubbed herself, 
already so close to the edge of orgasm it only took a 
matter of moments before her own cunt was throbbing in 
climax.

In the aftermath, Leonora sat back on her heels, 
catching her breath. Looking up at the still prostrate 
Becky, she could see the wetness that had dampened her 
sparse pubic hair, and the thin trail of coffee that had 
run down the inside of her legs. "Go fetch a washcloth," 
she ordered Becky, who did so, wobbling on her feet at 
first as she crossed the length of the room.

Perched on the chair, Leonora drank the rest of the 
coffee and watched Becky clean herself up in front of 
her.

"This is only the beginning," she said. "We are going to 
have some real fun soon, I promise." Once she had Becky 
dressed and back sitting on the bed as she'd found her, 
Leonora held out the meditation stone.

"You will remember nothing of what has passed while you 
were asleep," she instructed. "To you, no time at all 
has passed since I first entered your room. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Now, when I next say the words, 'awaken 
now', you will return from your state of sleep, 
conscious and aware."

Leonora reached out, draping the necklace around Becky's 
neck, slipping the meditation stone underneath her top.

Straightening up, she said, "awaken now." Becky blinked 
her eyes, looking around her in momentary confusion.

"Sorry to have barged in, you're right," Leonora 
apologized. "I guess I was bored since your dad's off to 
work. I'll leave you to get dressed then." "Oh."

Becky was taken aback by Leonora's sudden change in 
mood. After she was gone, she noticed that her copy of 
Variations was lying next to her pillow. Blushing, Becky 
immediately hid it back inside her dresser Geez, she 
couldn't even remember taking it out in the first place. 
Is that why Leonora had left so suddenly after coming in 
unannounced like that? Not even her father had ever 
caught her playing with herself. To think Leonora might 
have, or at least believed that's what she might have 
been doing... it was all terribly embarrassing. Could 
things get any worse?

* * *

It was late afternoon of the next day, and Becky was in 
the kitchen preparing dinner (Leonora wasn't much for 
cooking, it seemed), when she received a visitor. "Oh my 
gosh, Sheila!" Becky laughed, hugging her best friend. 
She couldn't remember ever being so happy to see her.

"Hello to you too," Sheila said, returning her embrace. 
"I came to see how you're doing."

"Ah, well, alright, I guess," Becky shrugged, unsure how 
to answer her. It wasn't like she was sick, but what 
sort of explanation could she offer for why she was 
suspended?

"You've, uh, been the subject of a lot of talk," Sheila 
said carefully, hands folded behind her back. 

"I can imagine," Becky sighed, returning to what she was 
doing at the kitchen counter. Sheila looked at her 
hopefully.

"I honestly don't know what to say," Becky admitted, 
frowning to herself. "I've gone over it a hundred times, 
but I don't even remember doing it. Really, I don't."

"It's alright, we don't have to talk about it if you 
don't want to," Sheila said, "I only wanted to come by 
and see you, hang around for a bit, keep you company." 

"That's good," Becky said in earnest. "I could use it. 
It's been... I don't know... just creepy, staying here 
alone with Leonora. It's like she's always got her eyes 
on me."

Sheila flashed her a sympathetic smile as she leaned 
against the counter.

"So, things haven't got much better then," Sheila 
remarked. "Still the trouble and strife at home. Poor 
old Becky..."

"What?" Becky rounded on her. "What did you call me!?"

"Err, nothing," Sheila stammered, blinking in surprise.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I was just..."

"Rebecca!" Becky yelled. "My name is Rebecca!" 

"Huh?" Sheila held up her hands, trying to placate her. 
"What are you talking about? You've always been Becky, 
ever since..."

Becky slapped her hard across the face. "Rebecca!"

Sheila held her cheek, tears coming to her eyes, 
reacting more from shock than pain. "What's gotten into 
you!? Fuck."

Grabbing her school bag, Sheila ran out of the kitchen.

Becky stood in place, her apparent fit of rage swiftly 
disappearing.

"Why did she run off like that," she wondered aloud, 
surprised and confused by her sudden departure. There 
was so much she wanted to talk about too, but now...

* * *

Gregory, the father of Becky and Leonora's husband, sat 
alone in the living room. In the late evening, the only 
light came from the lamp by the couch and the flickering 
television screen. A stranger coming upon the scene 
might have been puzzled about what he could have found 
so fascinating about the Weather Channel that he'd been 
watching so intently for the past half hour. 

Only on closer inspection would one see the moist, 
dilated eyes staring unfocused into space. Presently 
Leonora skulked into the room, clad in a loose fitting 
black silk kimono, tied at the waist with a red sash.

"I'm ready for you now," she whispered in his ear, 
"follow me."

She led him into their bedroom, having him stand at the 
foot of the double bed. With unseeing eyes, he looked at 
his daughter lying before him. Devoid of even her 
glasses, she was entirely naked, apart from the 
meditation stone necklace that lay on her chest. Her 
eyelids were closed tight in the deepest level of sleep.

"I want you to think about your first wife," Leonora 
said, unbuttoning his shirt. "I want you to picture her 
in your mind. Recall what she looked like on the first 
evening you two made love together." Leonora glanced 
over at the photo of Lynn that sat on the bedside 
dresser. She was a woman of mild beauty, with long 
blonde hair and Nordic blue eyes. 

From what she'd gathered, they had been a couple as 
teenagers, and though they'd gotten married at what 
might have been considered a young age, they had been a 
close and loving family up until the time of her 
passing. But Lynn's memory still had a very strong pull 
on him, and that had been a useful lever in controlling 
him. "Tell me about that night, Gregory," she said, 
undoing his belt. "The night Lynn gave herself to you." 

"Her parents had gone to Atlantic City for the weekend," 
he automatically replied, voice unaffected by emotion. 
"She invited me over to watch movies. We didn't plan for 
anything to happen. I wasn't even supposed to sleep 
over. She had the downstairs couch unfolded into the 
bed, and we were lying side by side, eating popcorn. 
After a while we started kissing, and I slipped my hand 
under the covers, under her night shirt..."

"Yes, very good, Gregory," Leonora approved, kneeling 
down to peel his trousers from his legs, "Keep that 
image clear in your mind. Young Lynn, body next to 
yours, ready and eager for your embrace. See her there, 
lying right in front of you, waiting." 

Gregory raised his head a fraction, seeing his daughter 
laid out on the bed; except it wasn't Becky he saw.

"Go to her," Leonora breathed into his ear, "she waiting 
for you."

Now as naked as his daughter, he crept up on the bed, 
his movements as tentative as a young man alone with a 
woman for the first time. Taking Becky into his arms, he 
planted a deep kiss on her unresponsive lips. 

Leonora sat on the chair set by the bedside, one leg 
draped over the arm rest. She'd considered any number of 
alternatives for Becky's state of mind; being seduced by 
Darren, being tied up and raped, or actually playing the 
part of Lynn. But, in the end, she decided that for her 
very first fuck she would feel absolutely nothing at 
all. 

Her consciousness was locked away so deep one could have 
pricked her skin with needles and she wouldn't have 
flinched. Gregory's hand moved to Becky's breast, 
pinching the pink nipple between his fingers. Continuing 
to receive his ardent kisses, Becky's lips had been 
forced apart, accepting her father's tongue into her 
mouth. In his mind, Lynn returned his passionate 
advances, but Becky lay inert as if dead.

Putting a hand under the hem of her kimono, Leonora 
began to slowly stroke herself as she watched. It caused 
her to smile when Gregory, so divorced from reality, 
lifted Lynn's phantom nightshirt before taking Becky's 
left breast and teasing it with his mouth. At the same 
time, his hand had slipped down to the juncture of her 
legs, gingerly caressing her cunt. Leonora could see his 
hard erection take form, the tip brushing against the 
pale skin of her daughter's nearest leg.

"You can do it, Gregory," Leonora whispered, half to 
herself. "Keep going."

Becky didn't make a sound when his inquisitive fingers 
plunged into her slit, two digits worming their way up 
her tight vagina.

"Oh, Lynn," Gregory said hoarsely. "Please, let me. I 
want you so badly. You know how much I love you. 
Please."

"Yes, Greg," Leonora said, leaning forward in her chair, 
"she wants you too. She says yes." 

He kissed her again, worming his way in between her 
slack legs. Having reclaimed both the eagerness and 
inexperience of youth, he fumbled about getting the end 
of his penis lined up with Becky's cuntal opening. 
Leonora rubbed herself harder, watching the incestuous 
interplay, stifling a moan as she anticipated the 
fateful moment.

Slipping one arm underneath her shoulder, Gregory took 
his penis in hand and pushed between Becky's folds. 
Leonora could see the tendons on the back of his legs go 
taught as he tried to force his way inside her.

"It's alright, I'll try to be gentle," he moaned some 
unheard plea, reliving the moment with Lynn in his mind.

Another thrust, and suddenly he was inside, his prick 
penetrating his daughter's virgin cunt. He let out an 
ecstatic grunt, burying himself deep as he clasped her 
unconscious body tight to his chest. He gave her another 
soulful kiss, then raised himself up on his arms above 
her. He began with long deliberate strokes, working the 
entire length of his organ within her tender, unready 
vagina. 

Soon his motions became shorter, much more urgent. His 
breathing had become increasingly laboured, and Leonora 
could see his testicles drawn up close to his body. 
Leonora bit her lip, her fingers digging at her 
completely wet pussy as the act approached its 
conclusion. 

Gregory, face grimacing as if in pain, rammed himself 
hard and deep into Becky's cunt. She could see the 
muscles in his buttocks clench, and he let out a broken 
gasp as, finally, he reached orgasm. Unseen, his semen 
spat forth into his daughter's womb. "Oh, Lynn," he 
rasped, hugging her close. "I love you so much."

A smear of drool escaped from Becky's still open mouth, 
unmoving and asleep.

* * *

Things had, for no easily explainable reason, gotten 
steadily worse on Becky's return to school. For one, no 
one seemed to be able to get her name right. She'd even 
gotten into actual fights, which was a surprise to 
everyone, especially herself. 

She'd somehow managed to alienate all her friends, and 
her grades had started to slip. This sudden influx of 
stress had affected her physically, causing her to have 
odd bouts of nausea that would send her running to the 
bathroom to vomit; at least, she assumed that was 
because of stress.

Then came the afternoon she returned home from school, 
finding her father already there ahead of her. This 
alone immediately struck her as unusual. He was seated 
at the kitchen table, pouring over a hand written 
letter, his expression melancholic. "Hey, dad," she 
said, coming up beside him, "what's up?"

"Becky," he replied, voice sombre. "I'm glad you're 
here. We have to talk. Please, have a seat." She sat 
next to him, a hollow feeling growing in the pit of her 
stomach. Something was very very wrong, she could feel 
it.

"Wh-what is this about?" she asked.

"It's about Leonora," he said, fingering the letter.

"Leonora? Where is she?"

"She's gone," he told her. "She's left us. For good. I 
don't know where she is."

Becky could hardly believe it. She knew how strongly he 
felt about her. Whatever dour thoughts she might have 
had about her, she'd never have wanted her to betray her 
father like this just to have her out of the house.

"I'm so sorry," she said, reaching out for his hand. 
"Did she even explain why?"

"Because of this." He held up a thin oblong of white 
plastic, a window on one end marked with a red '+' sign. 
Becky frowned, not quite understanding.

"Oh, that's a home pregnancy test," she realized. "But, 
then... that doesn't make sense. Why would she leave 
because she got pregnant?"

"She didn't leave because she was pregnant," he 
explained, "she left because you are." Behind her 
glasses, Becky's eyes went wide.

"But that's insane," she protested, almost laughing. 
"Honestly, I'm still a virgin! I've never had sex with 
anyone. I don't even remember taking any pregnancy 
test!"

"I know, I know," he said grimly, "but, the reason you 
don't remember taking the test, and why you don't 
remember losing your virginity, is because she made you 
forget."

"Leonora."

The hollow feeling in her stomach had turned to outright 
nausea. Becky hugged herself tight, fighting to keep her 
self control.

"It's my fault, really," he said. "I was the one who 
brought her to our home. I deliberately put myself under 
her control."

He reached inside his shirt, pulling out a thin gold 
chain necklace, meditation stone hung at the end. "You 
see, she had a certain ability," he told her. "What most 
people would call hypnosis, though it might have been 
something else. I can't explain exactly. But, under her 
trance, she could make Lynn alive again in my mind. I 
guess you could say it was never Leonora I was in love 
with, but your mother. I think that's what made me blind 
to Leonora's true nature. She was a very sick woman, 
Becky. Profoundly ill. She... she made us do things 
together without our conscious will or consent. She... 
You see, I was the one who took your virginity. I'm the 
father of your child." Despite her best efforts at self 
control, her face contorted in anguish, tears beginning 
to stream down her cheeks. As insane as the notion was, 
she knew that everything he said was true.

"What are we going to do," she asked weakly. 

"I'm not going to let what that woman did destroy us as 
a family," he said with conviction. "We've always had 
each other, and I still love you very much." 

"I love you too, but..."

"I know, I know. If we're going to be able to stay 
together, there'll have to be some changes. To start, 
we're going to have to move to another state, maybe even 
Canada. And in order to raise this child, it's going to 
take one additional deception." He pushed a small gold 
band across the table to her. With trembling fingers, 
she picked up the wedding ring, the same ring that 
Leonora had worn not a day before.

"I'm afraid you're really going to have to become 
Rebecca," he said, "Mrs. Rebecca K." 

No longer capable of coherent speech, Becky collapsed 
into her father's arms, burying her face in his chest. 
He was right; at the end of it all, they only did have 
each other. But, a single disturbing thought lingered; 
had he come to his decision on his own, or was the 
change from father-daughter to husband-wife to be 
Leonora's final trick?

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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