Message-ID: <28387asstr$979398604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010113025835.52920.qmail@web9303.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ifurita X MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} A Fox In The Chicken Coop - part 1 (Ff Mf mc Fdom inc f-1st) Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2001 10:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge [a mind control story by Ifurita X] [Ff Mf mc Fdom inc f-1st] Is it a cliche to so 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. But, 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 then went 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... er, 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." 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." "Er, '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 in me. Don't you think it would be best to lay aside those hidden suspicions?" "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 coo-ed, 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 breath 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 -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 waivering. 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. * * * _______________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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