The Hypnotic Adventures of Cinderella


by blacknight99


Chapter Two


Cinderellas Surrender




Look at you! Stepmother said, dragging her over to a full-length mirror. Cindy gasped. Her skirt and blouse were back in place, though the blouse was too tight up top. The new bra cupped her breasts firmly, drawing them upward and together, displaying them to the whole world. She ran her fingers through her hair, which had been brushed, and her usual mousy brown curls shown with a luster she had never seen before.

Its time to go now, dear. Your new father and Pablo are waiting downstairs in the car.

But  you need to call Mr. Cronklin. You said .

I did that ages ago. Youve been asleep for almost an hour and a half.

Cindy studied the clock hanging on the wall. Did  did Pablo see me  um ?

Oh, yes. The poor man is hopelessly in lust with you, Cindy. Im afraid thats just one more little thing youre going to need to help me with in the very near future.

Cindy swallowed hard at the thought, and stumbled after Stepmother as she led the way rapidly out the door, down the hall, down the massive marble staircase, through the huge foyer and finally the front door. Daddy was holding the back door of a large, black touring car for her, and took the opportunity to place a hand on Cindys back to help her in. Stepmother, however, asked her husband to please sit up front for the ride to the orphanage  for appearances sake, she explained  but had to placate him with a promise that he could sit beside his new daughter on the way home.

Louisville has a very large metropolitan area, and Cindy had to lean forward several times to give directions, giving Daddy ample opportunity to make a studied appraisal of her abundant cleavage. While he decided to withhold comment, it was obvious that he approved of the show enough to view the reruns, though a blush now seemed to be settling on Cindys upper chest.

Mr. Cronklin himself was waiting for them on the front steps of the Arms Academy, and ushered them directly into his office. Cindy had been there only once, when she had received an academic award the preceding year. Daddy got right to business by presenting an envelope stuffed with cash to the stammering, wide-eyed director, who thanked him profusely on behalf of the Academy, and wrote out a receipt personally, over the vociferous objections of his secretary, who was promptly dismissed. The adoption paperwork was all done in advance, and after a few signatures, it was finished. 

Feeling it was time for small talk, Mr. Cronklin commented on Cindys appearance. Were certainly growing them healthy, these days, he said jovially, leering at her gaping blouse and prodigious bosom.

Its all the chicken you feed them, Stepmother said, deadpan, which got a hint of a smile from Cindy, but blank stares from the men. Well, she continued, rubbing her hands together and getting up, look at the time! Wed better be going! And she took Cindys arm and led her out the door.

Before theyd gone ten steps, however, Cindy stopped. Arent I going to pack my things? she asked, suddenly concerned.

No, my dear. You are about to begin a new life. You will need nothing from the old one. She tried to lead Cindy toward the front door, but the girls feet were suddenly stuck.

I  um  Can I just take one thing? Please?

No, dear. Not even one. She tugged at the girl and then suddenly looked shocked that she was not being obeyed without question. What is it, dear? We really need to get out of here.

Its just a little thing, Cindy pleaded. I dont have to OWN it anymore. Ill give it to YOU! You can keep it  but at least then, Ill know where it is. If I leave it, theyll throw it away! She was actually backing away from Stepmother now.

My God! Stepmother said in a hushed tone. Id never have suspected that youd be willful about ANYTHING! Alright, Cindy. Go! Hurry! Get it and bring it to me in the car. NOW!

And Cindy was sprinting down the hallway as fast as her legs could carry her. She realized, as she ran, her breasts bobbing wildly in their new, less restraining undergarment, that this was the last time she would ever climb these stairs, see this wing of the building  this building in which she had spent her entire life. In her room, she suddenly came face-to-face with one of her roommates.

Is it true? the girl asked. She had never really been very friendly with Cindy. Are you really being adopted?

Yes, Cindy said, grabbing something off of one of the shelves.

The guy probably just wants to fuck you, the girl said acidly.

Yes, Cindy yelled over her shoulder, racing out of the room. Yes, he does! Back down the hall. Back down the stairs and out the door. Daddy put his arm around her to help her into the car, and then joined her in the back seat. And the car was moving. Moving away from the orphanage. Moving away forever.

Immediately, Daddy put a gentle hand on her bare knee, making her gasp sharply. She moved slightly away from him toward Stepmother, sitting on the other side of her, but Daddy simply shifted, as well, so that the hand seemed to have found a natural resting place. Here, she told Stepmother. Thank you. Thank you SO much. I will never ask you for anything else, as long as I live. But, thank you.

What the hell is THIS? Stepmother asked her, holding the thin, hardcover book. 

Its a Little Golden Book. Its numbered D-13, see? Right there. The D stands for Disney. I looked it up. It was the 13th book that they published for the Disney Corporation. It was first printed in 1950. And look! Here on the last page  down at the bottom  see the little F thats almost hidden by the spine? That means its a 6th printing  because F is the sixth letter.

Cinderella, Stepmother said, noncommittally, reading the title. Is it valuable?

Ive seen it on ebay for three dollars, Cindy said, shrugging.

Stepmother began to comment, then stopped. She thought a moment. Your mother gave it to you, she said.

Its the only thing that she ever gave me. The only thing thats left that proves she even existed. Ive never even found a picture of her. Her grave is in a paupers cemetery, and it doesnt even have a name on it  just a little plaque with a number.

Stepmother stared out the window for a long time, then wiped her cheek with her palm. Ill keep it for you, she said quietly.

Thank you, Stepmother. This means so  OH! Cindy seemed to freeze on the seat, forcing her eyes to look straight ahead.

Stepmother leaned forward and looked down at Cindys left leg, where Daddys hand had gently drifted to her bare, inner thigh. She put her lips close to Cindys right ear. Its going to be an interesting evening. She whispered. 

Daddys wandering hand was interrupted in its travels when the car pulled into the parking lot of the mall and made its way to the front door of the best department store in the complex. He started protesting rather vociferously, but Stepmother ignored his concerns, told him they would be through shopping in half an hour, grabbed Cindys hand and led her into the store. It appeared that most of the shopping had already been done, for at the Service Counter, Stepmother paid for things she had evidently already arranged for; and she put several bags in a wheeled shopping cart, before heading out to various stops at counters throughout the store. Soaps, cosmetics, creams and other items virtually flew into the cart. Toothbrushes, combs, hairbrushes  Cindy couldnt keep up. Pablo found them in the shoe department while Cindy was trying on tennis shoes, and made a trip back out to the car, burdened like a pack mule under the weight of the bags that had already been paid for.

Cindy couldnt believe it, but Stepmother seemed to be true to her word, and in scarcely more than thirty minutes, they were walking back out to the car, Pablo under the strain of yet another load. Daddys hand settled back to its accustomed place on Cindys thigh, but in another fifteen minutes, they were home. Stepmother took her by the hand and led her inside.

What was in all those bags? Cindy asked.

Your clothes, of course. I ordered them before we left.

But  when did you do it? How did you know my size?

You were quite naked in the chair in my office, was the response. You were making yourself go deeper and deeper under my control  and I had all the time in the world. I just looked at the labels in your clothes and made a phone call. She was leading Cindy up the huge staircase when they were suddenly face to face with a slender younger woman and came to an abrupt stop, looking up at her. Betty, my dear, Stepmother said sweetly.

Mom, what the hells going on in this house? And who the fuck is THIS?

Cindy stared up, gawking. The girl looked like a skinny Goth-turned-teen-witch on steroids; or at least, Cindy thought, she was trying to present that impression. Her coal-black hair was cut in a butch, her black leather miniskirt did little to cover the tops of her black fishnet stockings, and a barbed wire tattoo circled her left arm. She wore a short, black leather jacket that left her slender midriff tantalizingly bare. Black eye shadow and lipstick finished the effect.  

Betty, I will not permit language like that in my house!

The girl smiled. Forgive me, Mother. I truly did not mean to offend. Now, please, introduce me to the fat, ugly cunt youre with.

Betty! Stepmother sputtered. She seethed, trying to calm herself. Betty smiled. Cindy blinked. Betty, she continued, obviously trying very hard not to lose her temper, Id like you to meet Cindy. Shes going to be living with us. Shes going to be helping out with the chores here  and your stepfather has just adopted her.

The fake smile on Bettys face froze and then turned ugly. Youre telling me that  that without ever mentioning it to ME  that  just like that  I suddenly have a STEPSISTER? She reared back her head and howled. Has the whole fucking world gone INSANE!?

Betty, please! Stepmother pleaded, suddenly uncertain. But Betty dodged to one side of the broad stairs and stomped down to the lower level. The older woman was clearly shaken. She leaned close to Cindy. Betty has been  under a strain lately.

I can HEAR you, Mom! Bettys voice drifted up from below. And tell the fat, ugly cunt to stay the hell away from me!

Oh my, Cindy said softly. They suddenly had to move to one side as Pablo carried a massive amount of shopping bags past them and up the stairs. Without further comment, Stepmother took Cindys hand and led her after him. 

At the top of the grand staircase, one finds oneself in a large corner foyer that splits into two long hallways extending outward at right angles. Cindy had only been to the left, since Stepmothers office was that way, but now, they turned down the other hall, and Cindy observed Pablo ahead of them, walking swiftly through an open doorway. He almost immediately reappeared without the bags, and started back toward them. He spoke in swift Spanish as he passed them, and Stepmother responded immediately in English: Thank you, Pablo. She explained to Cindy. Pablo is worried about dinner. You see, he has many duties here: butler, driver, gardener. But first and foremost, he is in charge of the kitchen. Hes really a remarkable cook. He says he will bring the last load of your things up  and then serve a modest meal in the dining room in thirty minutes.

As they approached the room, Cindy was suddenly aware that the door wasnt open  it was missing entirely! Stepmother saw her staring at the empty hinges, but held up her hand to silence any questions, then she led her over to the bed, shoved a few of the shopping bags aside, and motioned for Cindy to sit beside her.

You will find, she began softly, that you will have difficulty keeping up, at first, with all the rules and regulations that I will set out for you in the course of the next day or two. Still, I know that you will do your best in everything that is asked of you. My rules are designed to enforce the feeling that you are, indeed, a slave in this household. As you learn to follow these rules, that feeling will be deeply and indelibly ingrained in you. Through the use of hypnosis, I will help you welcome it. You will come to cherish it  to thrive on it. At times, you will find yourself in certain  compromising positions that will truly embarrass you. But that embarrassment will only serve to strengthen your role here. You will never get used to it. It will always make you feel uncomfortable, make you blush, make you confused  but you will also find the feeling deeply  sexual.

Cindy was blushing now, as a matter of fact, and her breath seemed labored.

That is why there is no door to your room, Stepmother continued. You will have your own bedroom  and your own bathroom, which is just down the hall  but you will have no privacy. There is no door on your bathroom, either, by the way. Anyone will be able to look in and see you  and anyone can enter this room, without your permission, at any time. She paused and took a breath. I will now go over a few of the basic rules that will govern your life with us. First, however, I want you to stand up and remove your clothes, please. Do it now.

Cindy stood shakily and began unbuttoning her blouse. Stepmother stood as well, then chose one of the shopping bags, and dumped its contents out on the bed. The girls hands were shaking slightly as she removed the garment, paused for a moment as Stepmother held the empty bag open to her, and finally she realized what was expected of her. She dropped the blouse into the bag, then reached down and removed her shoes. As each garment was removed, she dropped it in the bag, with the exception of the new bra, which she was obviously meant to keep, and she set that down on the bed, as well. At last, she dropped her old cotton panties into the sack, then stood nervously, shifting her weight from foot to foot, waiting for the next order. She was mortified when Pablo reentered the room, so burdened with shopping bags that he couldnt see the spectacle in front of him until he had heaved them onto the bed beside her. Then, his eyes widened, he sucked in his breath, and staggered back from her a few steps.

Cindy bent at the waist and covered herself with her hands, but Stepmother barked an order, and reluctantly, she straightened up and haltingly moved her hands to her sides, blushing crimson. Pablo simply stood and gawked at her, until the older woman handed him the bag containing the old clothes and told him something in sharp Spanish. He nodded, taking the bag but never looking away from the naked girl. At another command, he finally glanced at Stepmother, nodded again curtly, then turned slowly toward the door. He finally glanced in the bag, and to Cindys utter consternation and horror, he raised it to his nose and sniffed. Finally, he was gone.

Stepmother rummaged through several bags and held up a long, terrycloth bathrobe. Gratefully, Cindy took it and slipped it on, drawing the cloth belt around her and tying it. But Stepmother pulled the top of it open, so that it gaped slightly all the way to the waist. That is the way you will wear it. You may cover your nipples, but always show the tops of your breasts, and always leave a gap showing between them. You may only wear your regular clothes in this room when you are cleaning or putting things away. Otherwise, whenever you are here, you will wear this  in just this way. When you lie down to go to sleep, you will always be nude. Always. Do you understand?

Yes, Stepmother.

The woman turned and looked pointedly at the rooms other furnishings. There was a huge, overstuffed easy chair in the center of the room, facing the gaping doorway, with a floor lamp and small reading table next to it. You may sit in the chair  or lounge on your bed  whenever you have free time. But if you are alone, you must be nude whenever you are on the bed. You have no books. I know you are a reader  but you must earn the privilege of borrowing a book. Do not ask. I will tell you when you may read one. She waved her hand at the dresser. Everything must be put away, there or in the closet, which, Im sure youve noticed, has also had its door removed. If you need any more hangers, tell Pablo. There is a small linen closet in the bathroom. All your accessories must be kept there, or in the medicine cabinet. Do you see that towel hanging from the rack on the wall? Whenever you go from this room to the bathroom, you must remove your robe and wrap the towel around you. You will take two showers every day  one when you get up in the morning, and one when you finish exercising. You may not take any clothes with you when you shower  only a towel  both to and from the bathroom. You may take a clean, dry towel from the bathroom when you leave. You may take as long as you like in the shower. But you are responsible for your own schedule  and it is a busy one.

Rule number one: above all else, no matter what your schedule, when anyone in this house wants you sexually, you will give yourself  completely, without question or protest. Do you understand rule number one, Cindy?

Oh my! I mean  yes, Stepmother.

The woman motioned her to the bedside, then picked up a skirt. These skirts should fit you. It will be your uniform  the only thing you will wear in this house  that, along with the blouse. She picked one up. She took something from her pocket. Do you know what this is, Cindy?

Yes, Stepmother. Its a seam ripper.

You sew? Oh, wonderful! That will certainly come in handy. Anyway, I want you to take this and use it to remove the top two buttons on every blouse. You will wear the white socks we bought, and the tennis shoes. There are the four bras that Pablo bought today. Ill show you to the laundry room tomorrow, and give you the cleaning schedule for the whole house. The only other thing you will be allowed to wear will be these gym shorts and tee shirts for exercise. We have our own exercise room, and you will be required to spend an hour every day there. Any questions? Cindy stood with her mouth open. Good! Stepmother concluded. Get dressed and be downstairs for dinner in fifteen minutes in the dining room. The family dining room, not the main dining room. 

And she was gone.

Oh my, Cindy repeated to herself. What have I gotten myself into? She looked around the room with a mixture of intense apprehension and utter pleasure. Her own room. In her entire life, she had never slept in a room that was hers and hers alone. The bed was a double. She had never been in anything other than a single  unless she was on a school trip and was forced to share with another girl. And it was SOFT! She tested it with her hand and shivered with anticipation. She cast a nervous glance at the open doorway, then shucked off her robe  only to quickly put it on again long enough to look through the various bags and find the silky panties they had bought. With frequent looks at the door, she again took off the robe and dressed in her uniform. The hem of the black skirt broke exactly at her knees. She was used to the bra now, which was comfortable, while providing all the support she needed. It took her a few minutes with the ripper to cut the thread holding the top two buttons of a new white blouse, and the resulting gap showed her cleavage constantly. She now sensed that time was short, so she sat on the edge of the easy chair and hurried into her socks and shoes, then hustled out and down the stairs.

She wouldnt have found the proper dining room if it hadnt been for the aroma of food, that turned out to be grilled roast beef sandwiches, which Pablo served with potato salad and slaw  all obviously homemade. They were all seated around a modestly sized table, and Daddy smiled and motioned Cindy to come and sit beside him. Stepmother was at his other side, while Betty hunkered over her plate at the far other end of the table and ate silently. Pablo served everyone and then joined them. Daddy spoke constantly of philately, which Cindy finally realized was stamp collecting. No one else joined the conversation for the simple reason that no one else could. He prattled on and on, and eventually, Betty simply got up and left  then, so did Pablo. Finally, Stepmother broke in on the soliloquy and asked Daddy rather pointedly if he had taken his pill.

Pill? he asked, flustered. What pill? But then he suddenly brightened. Ah  THAT pill! Yes, indeed, my dear. I am ready. He glanced down at his lap. I am very, very ready! He smiled broadly and leered at Cindy.

Stepmother stood and motioned for Cindy to come to her. I need to show Cindy something, dear. And could you please stop by and see me in my study? Its very important.

What? the old man asked, shocked. Now? Is it really imperative? Im . He looked back down at his lap. Im ready, you see. 

Yes, dear, it really is.

Oh, very well, he grumbled. Ill be there in a minute.

Stepmother led Cindy out of the room and back up the stairs. He has trouble getting it up, she whispered.

Getting what up? asked Cindy.

The woman sighed. Oh, this really IS going to be a memorable evening! she exclaimed under her breath. Finally, they were back at Cindys room. Put your things away and then take a shower, dear. When youre finished bathing, I want you to go right from the bathroom to my study  the room where I hypnotized you this afternoon. I need you to be there in forty-five minutes. Do you understand?

Yes, Stepmother. And she was suddenly alone again. There was an alarm clock on the dresser. Cindy took a resolute breath and got busy, first stripping out of her clothes and putting on the robe, just as Stepmother had shown her. The chest of drawers proved to be large enough to store just about everything, except the hanging clothes, which the closet accommodated easily. The only things left were the bags of items that would be stored in the bathroom  but she would have to do that tomorrow, she decided. There was just enough time left now to shower. She nervously removed her robe and hung it up before taking the thick, luxurious towel that had been indicated earlier and wrapping it around herself. The bathroom was easy to recognize  she had passed it several times already. It was the one without the door, of course! She breathed a sigh of relief to see that a partition blocked the toilet  but the shower, which was easily large enough for two people, was enclosed in clear glass, and was positioned just across from the gapping doorway. With a shuddering breath, Cindy unwrapped the towel and stepped in. 

It was a WONDERFUL shower! She debated staying longer under the hard, steaming flow of water  but there was no clock here, and she was uncertain how much time was left before she must be in Stepmothers study. Also, she thought that she had caught sight of a figure passing the door  and her embarrassment was keen. She turned off the water and toweled off, then took a clean, fresh towel and walked back out into the hallway and toward the other wing of the building. 

She stopped suddenly, listening, clutching the towel to her glistening body. The sound came from far away, but it was distinctive: Clack  clack  clack  clack. She shivered in apprehension, realizing, all of a sudden, that the rate of the metronome was different somehow. Its frequency was faster than her own hypnosis-inducing tempo, and she was startled to recognize that this rhythm apparently had no affect on her at all. She swallowed hard and continued on down the hall, turning the corner at the stairs and moving toward her rendezvous in Stepmothers study. But she came to another halt as the metronome suddenly stopped. For some reason, this thrilled her to her core. She found herself nervous, frightened, shaking. She forced herself to approach the door, but jumped and issued a little eek! as the door opened just as she raised her hand to knock.

Daddy! she cried in a hoarse whisper. 

The mans eyes were aflame as he raked them up and down Cindys damp body. Cindy! he exclaimed, surprised. I was just on my way to find you. Have you lost your way, my dear?

Cindys heart was pounding. Um  no. I just came here to see Stepmother.

Im afraid that shes not here, my dear. Shes gone to bed.

She looked around Daddys shoulder and into Stepmothers eyes. She was standing right behind him. Um  I think that  uh . Cindy stuttered.

But Daddy reached out and put his arm around her, turning her, maneuvering her toward the far end of the hall. Im sure that whatever you needed to tell her can wait until morning, he was saying. 

Cindy was stumbling, allowing herself to be led down the hall while trying to look over her shoulder at Stepmother, who was smiling as she followed them, only two or three paces behind. Daddys hand was clutching her bare shoulder. Cindy held desperately to the towel, which she grasped with a clenched fist between her breasts, while she pointed behind her with the forefinger of her other hand. But  but  Stepmothers right  um .

Yes, shes ALWAYS right, isnt she? Daddy sputtered, angry for a moment. Then his voice softened into an almost liquid smoothness. But lets not talk about the old battleaxe anymore, what do you say? Cindy, there is so much Id like to tell you  and show you  and  uh .

Old battleaxe, huh? Stepmother grumbled softly behind them.

Cindy stopped abruptly and turned to face him. But Daddy! Cant you see ?

But as she spun toward him, he grasped her firmly by both shoulders and stared down into her eyes. I see a remarkable tender, soft, feminine girl who needs my protection and firm guidance, he told her huskily.

Stepmother was beside them now, and she placed a hand on his arm and stood on tiptoes to whisper in his ear. This is too much. You cannot deny yourself any longer. You must have her. You must!

Yes, Daddy whispered savagely. I must! He started lowering his face toward Cindys. 

Cindys eyes widened, and she looked questioningly toward the side, into Stepmothers firm gaze, just as Daddys lips lowered to her face. Without her mouth to claim, he began kissing her neck, just below her ear. OH MY! she said in a quiet scream. She shuddered violently. I  I  dont know whats happening!

You dont have to know, my dear, Daddy said into her neck. Just surrender to your feelings. Surrender to ME! He began nibbling on the nape of her neck again.

She shivered again and closed her eyes, gasping. I  I  dont  understand  she stammered. But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself staring directly into Stepmothers crystal! She was holding it just in front of her eyes, and it instantly captured her gaze. Her mind, she decided, had simply reached a point of overload. She didnt want to think anymore. She wasnt sure she was even capable of it.

Drop the towel, dear. Do it now, Stepmother ordered quietly.

She felt her hand relax, and all at once, she was naked in Daddys arms.

Very good, dear. Now, look back up at him. Thats what he wants. Do it. Do it now.

And then she lifted her face to his  and then  he was kissing her. She had never done this. She had been on a double date once, but the boy hadnt kissed her afterwards. Now, however, she was being kissed. Yep, no doubt about it. This was a kiss. Her knees were suddenly very weak, and she sagged in his arms, allowing her back to bend backwards. One of his arms was around the back of her neck, supporting her head; the other arm was around the small of her back. Her own arms, she suddenly realized, were hanging uselessly at her sides, and it took a supreme effort to raise one hand and put it against his shoulder. His tongue was in her mouth. How had it gotten there? What should she do about it? It took another long second to realize that she was sucking on it, exploring it with her own.

At last, he broke the kiss and helped her straighten up. I want desperately to carry you to my bed, my dearest Cindy  but  I have a weak back, you see.

Cindy found herself gasping. I  I  no  I mean, no, please dont carry me. Lets go together, Daddy. Show me where to go  show me what to do. The old man smiled triumphantly and led her forward to one of the bedroom doors. Cindy looked back at Stepmother, who was following closely. I dont understand, she told her softly.

He cant hear me, dear. He doesnt know Im here. Its called a waking trance. He will remember everything that happens tonight. In fact, he is aware of everything except me. I can still give him a suggestion or two, but he is convinced that I am asleep in my own bed.

Whats going to happen? she asked hesitantly.

You dont need to understand, Cindy, Daddy told her gently. And what is going to happen is as natural as nature itself. Do not be afraid, my dear. I will be very gentle with you.

He had walked her to his huge, king-sized bed, and now, he laid her down on it, urging her movements with firm hands. Then he stood and began disrobing. Lying on her back, Cindy kept glancing nervously between Daddy and Stepmother, who had suddenly produced a digital camera and started snapping pictures. 

What are you doing? she asked her.

Im taking off my clothes, of course, Daddy answered, laughing at her. Its easier that way.

The cameras flash went off again, illuminating Cindys naked body and Daddys bare butt and back. I  I dont understand whats happening, Cindy whined.

Just let me finish with my shoes and socks, dear, Daddy told her, and Ill explain everything to you.

Stepmother was chuckling under her breath. Isnt it obvious, Cindy? Your Daddy is about to have sex with a minor  even if you are only a few months shy of your birthday  and even if, as you say, all your teenage friends are having sex already. Did you notice the newspaper on the floor? It establishes the date, you see. Your Daddy, deep in his waking trance, is completely unaware that I am documenting the act. But the evidence that these pictures could produce has a devastating potential. I could blackmail him  if it came to that. It would be overwhelmingly destructive to him  to his family name  and, of course, to you. After all hes done for you, you DO love him, dont you? Cindy blinked at her. Have you ever been blackmailed before, Cindy? I know its all just too much for you. In one afternoon and evening, you have surrendered yourself into sexual servitude, you have been deeply hypnotized, you have been enslaved, you have been adopted  and now, you are about to lose your virginity and be blackmailed. Isnt it exciting!? Have you ever had ANY adventure before?

Cindy could hardly find the breath to answer. I  Ive never done anything  ANYTHING .

This is your first time, my dear? Daddy asked her. He was finally naked now. His body, once powerful and now beginning to sag in places, towered above her. His cock stuck straight out from his loins, pointing threateningly at Cindys face. Her eyes widened in shock, and she couldnt take them off the thing that she now realized was about to be thrust deep into her body. She began to shiver uncontrollably. Oh, Cindy! he lamented, carefully moving her further onto the bed with his strong hands and then crawling beside her. He tenderly rolled her unresisting body toward his own, so that they were lying facing each other, their bodies pressed together. Cindy squirmed as his erection pressed savagely into her lower stomach, but he reached down between them and shifted it upward, so that it pressed along the length of her tummy. The camera flashed  and then flashed again.

Cindy, Daddy was saying into the top of her head, holding her tightly, so that her breasts were pressing and bulging against his chest, Im so sorry that Im doing this to you. I never really meant to hurt you  or hurt anyone. Im not that type of person. But  you see  something has been happening to me lately. Im getting old, I know, and perhaps Ive become forgetful, as well, but  well, Ive been losing time, somehow. Sometimes, I go into a room  like my wifes study  and then suddenly, Im in some OTHER room  and I dont know how I got there. Its all very  upsetting to me. And, of course, I keep having these thoughts  these overwhelming desires  that I havent had since I was a younger man. 

My wife and I  well, we arent very close, if you know what I mean. He paused to look down at her, and Cindy stared up at him blankly. We arent close  like THIS, I mean. The camera flashed yet again, but, of course, he didnt notice. My wife only did this with me  this thing Im going to do with you now  we only did it a few times, when we were first married. He sighed. Oh, Cindy  I miss holding a woman like this SO much.

Its okay, Daddy, Cindy said softly into the side of his neck.  Im  Im really very nervous  but I LIKE you doing this. Ive never been held by a man like this before. Its very  um  intimate. Its just that youre making me feel  well  small and helpless and all fluttery inside. Thats because Ive never done it before, Im sure. I dont know what to do. Will you teach me, Daddy?

Yes, you said that before, he said, concerned. Youve never done ANYTHING like this?

Cindy was suddenly aware of Stepmother kneeling on the bed beside her. She saw her hand on Daddys shoulder, and she saw her lips near his ear. You cant stop now. Its too late. You MUST have her! You must TAKE her! Your body cannot be denied any longer!

She felt him shudder for a moment, pressing against her. Cindy, he moaned, I  I didnt realize that youd never . But, I  uh  dont think I can stop now.

She put her arms around his neck. I understand, Daddy. I dont want you to stop. But you have to tell me what to do. Please teach me. And  please  could you kiss me again, like you did before? His lips were on hers again. His tongue was inside her mouth, and it didnt feel foreign or out of place at all. In fact, it seemed to be making itself quite at home there. She felt his cock throbbing against her tummy. Behind her tightly closed eyelids, she could still see the flash from the camera.

But suddenly, his tongue and lips were gone, and his head slipped down and out of her arms. She didnt know how to react. But now, his lips were against the side of her neck, and chills were racing up and down her whole body. Her hands had somehow made their way to his shoulders, and she felt him slip lower, lower onto her big, pliant breasts. Almost at once, her right nipple was in his mouth, and she groaned.

Yes, Cindy, Stepmother said loudly. If you want to please your man, let the sounds come  the sounds that you want to make. Dont hold them back. Moan out your pleasure. Never let him hear you make any sounds of pain, even if he hurts you. If you ever want him to stop doing something  simply tell him to do something else instead. Only make pleasurable sounds  only speak words of encouragement. They will thrill him. Do you understand?

YES! Cindy cried, arching up into the sucking mouth. Oh, yes, Daddy! That feels so good!

Flash. Very good, Cindy, Stepmother replied. Flash. 

But Cindy didnt have to fake any sounds  they seemed to find their way out of her just fine, without the need of navigational aids. And why was Daddy sliding even lower? She missed the feeling of his sucking lips and teeth on her nipple  though they did feel nice on her stomach  and even lower.

OH MY! she shrieked, arching her hips all the way off the bed. Somehow, Daddys hands had found each of her ankles, and he had moved her legs over his shoulders. Her fingers were in his hair, but her hands were gently pushing his sucking mouth and licking lips into her pussy  encouraging him, she hoped. It was her fervent desire that he never stop doing this. She had never felt anything like it. Never. An unconscious jolt shook her body like electricity. She had no idea at all what he was doing to her. Another jolt. There was another flash, but she didnt know if was from the camera or if stars were igniting behind her eyelids. Her body began to tense all over and she arched up and up and up. Oddly, he seemed to be following her raised hips with his lips and tongue.

Daddy! she cried. Daddy, I think Im going to explode! But he did not pause to answer her  and explode she did. 

Cindy lost track of what happened then. She remembered, later, that her body was racked with violent, undulating shudders that caused her to writhe like some sort of snake. She was very cognizant of her pussy clenching, all on its own. And she was not certain if the sounds that escaped her were encouraging or not, but they were most certainly there in profuse abundance. Finally, finally, Daddy stopped licking her, and finally, finally, her body stopped reacting in this unorthodox manner and settled back down onto the mattress. She was gasping and wheezing and clutching at Daddys neck as he scooted his body back up so that his face was even with her own. Oh, Daddy! she whispered huskily, her arms going around his neck. She felt his hands pawing her breasts, her sides, her back, her ass. And then, somehow, his hand was positioning her legs apart again. He moved his body between her spread knees.

Its time, Cindy, he groaned.

Oh, yes, Daddy. Yes, please, she whined. She had to relinquish her hold on his neck as his body rose above hers. She felt him reach down and position his cock to enter her.

Open your eyes, Cindy, Stepmothers voice whispered, right in her ear. Startled, she obeyed, and was amazed and dazzled to see the crystal dangling directly above her face. Relax for me now, Cindy. Obey me  and relax.

What are you doing? she asked in a hushed tone. 

Im taking you now, my dear, Daddy moaned. I cant wait any longer.

It doesnt matter what Im doing, my little slave, Stepmother answered. Obey me. Relax. Are you relaxed, dear?

Oh yes, Cindy whimpered. The crystal fractured the dim light of the bedroom into a multitude of colors. She felt her shoulders slump. She felt Daddys cock press between her legs.

No pain, Stepmother whispered in her ear. There is no pain, Cindy. You only feel him filling you  and filling you  and filling you. What do you feel, Cindy?

Daddy was pressing further and further, down and down. Filling me  filling me  filling me  she squeaked. He wasnt that far inside her  but he seemed to be having to push harder and harder to get further within her depths. He pushed harder  harder  and suddenly something seemed to give  and he was REALLY pushing in. Fillingmefillingmefillingme! Cindy screamed, arching her body up into his. Flash.

Tell him what you feel, Cindy, Stepmother said.

Oh, Daddy! Youre so DEEP inside me! You feel so GOOD inside me! Daddy was moving now. Moving up. Moving down. Filling her. Filling her. Over and over and over again.

Open your eyes, Cindy, Stepmother said again. And without question or hesitation, Cindy opened her eyes, stared up into the spinning, mesmerizing crystal, and she relaxed as much as her pummeled body could. This is it, Cindy, Stepmother told her. This is the feeling that every female of every species on earth yearns for. This is what your body was always meant to feel. You are weak, my dear. Some women are strong and independent. But you were always meant to feel fragile and helpless in a mans arms. And this is what happens to fragile, helpless women. This is the way they feel. And they LOVE it. That is why they allow themselves to remain fragile and helpless. They LOVE it. YOU love it, dont you, Cindy?

YES!"she cried. Daddy was making rhythmic grunts above her as he pushed into her over and over, and she had begun answering his sounds with a little Oh! of her own. Grunt! Oh! Grunt! Oh!

She was still enthralled by the crystal. And do you remember the feeling you had when he licked you, Cindy? Do you remember how your body tensed tighter and tighter until it you lost all control? That feeling is beginning again, my dear. As you feel a man fill you and fill you and fill  you  your body gets closer and closer and closer .

Oh YES, Daddy! Cindy wailed. Youre SO deep! You make me feel so fragile and helpless, Daddy! OH! OH! OH!

ARGHH! Daddy screamed, tensing his entire body, crushing her, cramming himself further inside her than ever before. She felt him swell even larger and begin to throb. And her body was lost again, straining, shaking, clenching, shivering, clutching. 

Flash.

Daddy was beside her now, holding her, and she was crying softly in his arms. Every so often, a little tingle raced through her body. Stepmother was leaning over them, and she put her hand on Daddys shoulder. Very sleepy now, dear. Relax. Let go. Sleep now.  And he was asleep.

Lets go, Cindy, she said. She was holding her towel, but was walking out the door. Cindy struggled out of the bed and ran to catch up to her in the hallway. She reached out her hand for the towel, but Stepmother ignored her. She cast furtive glances up and down the hallway, especially when they came to the corner at the head of the stairs where the foyer was so open, but there was no one else about. Stepmother led her to the bathroom with no door.

When you shower in the morning, clean yourself well. She picked up a package. Use this to clean yourself inside. Its new, and there are instructions on the package. You always want to be clean for a man, she explained. She opened the medicine cabinet. These are birth control pills. Take one now  and then, take one every evening before you go to bed. She waited while Cindy took one. Then she was out the door and walking back down the hall. Cindys head swam, but she hustled to catch up, her breasts bouncing as she ran.

Stepmother was in Cindys room now, holding the covers of the bed back, motioning for her to get in. Reluctantly, she got on the bed and lay on her back. Stepmother still held the towel, and now, finally, handed it to her. Press this between your legs, dear. Youre bleeding a little, and his cum is leaking out of you. This startled her, but she did as she was asked without further question. Stepmother tucked the blankets around her, and then, to her amazement, kissed her on the forehead. Close your eyes, Cindy. Thats right, dear. I hope you find the bed comfortable. She found herself nodding. Every time you get into this bed and close your eyes, you will see my metronome, swinging, swinging, back and forth, back and forth, at precisely the rhythm that is meant only for you. You will feel very, very tired. Very, very sleepy. You will sleep until you hear your alarm clock go off. Do you understand?

Y  yes, stepmoth .

And Cindy was asleep.
