A Fox In The Chicken Coop – part 2

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, er,” 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 here,” 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-principals 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 weeks suspension.
“Shall we go?”
Becky raised her head, looking up to Leonora’s
outstretched hand. Together they left the school,
hardly a further word spoked 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
ones 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 being so happy to see
her.
“Hello to you too,” Sheila said, returning her
embrace. “I came to see how you were 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!?”
“Er, 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 pussy, 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 his glans between Becky’s
labial 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 said to 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 it’s
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?