Nothing ventured, nothing gained

The Hypnotic Experiment

Stefano Bianchi sat at the kitchen table, his fingers drumming against the chipped wood as Rebecca prattled on about her latest track meet. Her voice—usually a melody he adored—was grating against his nerves today, each syllable like a needle pressing into his temple. The Osiris Ring pulsed against his finger, a slow, rhythmic throb that matched the growing pressure behind his eyes.

"—and Coach said if I shave another half-second off my time, I could qualify for the nationals, but I don’t know, Daddy, the other girls are so fast, and—"

Something inside him snapped.

"Rebecca, be quiet."

His voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even harsh. But the moment the words left his lips, the ring flared hot against his skin, a surge of dark energy lashing out like an invisible whip.

Rebecca’s mouth snapped shut mid-sentence.

Her emerald eyes—bright and lively just a second ago—glazed over, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of green remained. Her body went rigid, fingers twitching where they’d been gesturing animatedly. A thin line of drool escaped the corner of her parted lips.

Stefano’s breath caught.

What the fuck?

He hadn’t meant it literally. Hadn’t expected—

But the proof was right in front of him. His daughter, frozen like a puppet with its strings cut, her chest rising and falling in shallow, obedient breaths.

The ring hummed, pleased.

Stefano swallowed hard, his cock thickening in his slacks. He should feel guilty. Should panic. But all he could focus on was the way Rebecca’s nipples pebbled under her thin tank top, the way her thighs pressed together as if seeking friction.

"Rebecca," he murmured, testing.

She didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

"Look at me."

Slowly, mechanically, her head turned toward him. Her gaze was empty. Waiting.

Stefano’s pulse roared in his ears.

He reached out, cupping her chin. Her skin was fever-hot, her breath coming in soft, needy pants. The ring’s power slithered through him, whispering dark suggestions.

"You want to please me, don’t you, sweetheart?"

A shudder wracked her slender body. The pale vixen's luscious lips trembled.

"Y-yes…"

The word was barely a whisper, but it sent a bolt of lust straight to Stefano’s groin.

"Good girl," he purred, stroking her cheek. "Now, tell me… what do you really want?"

Rebecca’s breath hitched. For a second, his daughter's emerald eyes flickered—confusion, fear, desire—before the ring’s influence dragged her back under.

"I… I want…" Her soft contralto was dreamy, distant. "I-I need you to… touch me…"

Stefano’s fingers tightened on her chin. "Where?"

A whimper escaped her. Her thighs squeezed together, her cotton shorts damp with arousal.

"Everywhere," she breathed.

The Osiris Ring burned.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

Stefano didn’t remember standing.

"W-Wait, I didn't mean... nnngh!!"

The middle-aged man couldn't remember yanking her up from the chair. But suddenly, Rebecca was pressed against the kitchen counter, his body caging hers, his knee nudging between her thighs.

"Say it again," he growled.

Rebecca moaned, her hips rocking against his leg. "Daddy… please…"

The word shattered whatever restraint he had left.

"Hmmmph!!"

His mouth crashed onto hers, swallowing her gasp. She tasted like mint and strawberries, the slender vixen's luscious red lips soft and yielding under his. The ring’s power surged, wrapping around her mind, sinking deeper.

Rebecca melted into him, her lithe fingers clutching at his shirt.

Then—

A blink. A gasp.

She jerked back, her eyes wide and terrified.

"D-Daddy?!"

The spell broke.

"Ohmygod..."

Stefano staggered back, his heart hammering. Rebecca’s hands flew to her mouth, the pale beauty's face flushing crimson.

"I—I don’t—" Her erotic contralto cracked. "What was—why did I—"

The ring pulsed, impatient.

Conquer

Stefano exhaled sharply. He could see it—the moment her confusion wavered, the moment the ring’s corruption slithered back into her mind. His daughter's pupils dilated again, her breath evening out.

"You’re okay, baby," he murmured, stroking her hair. "You just got a little... dizzy."

Rebecca blinked slowly. "Dizzy…"

"Yeah." He guided her back to the chair, his touch firm. "Sit down. Relax."

She obeyed without question, her body pliant.

Stefano smirked.

This was just the beginning.

The Hypnotic Training Begins

Over the next hours, Stefano experimented.

Small commands at first.

"Bring me a coffee, Rebecca."

She moved like a sleepwalker, her steps precise, her eyes distant.

"Smile for me."

Her lips curled up, sweet and vacant.

"Damn, it really works..."

But the real test came when he dared to push further. The antediluvian relic's corruption broke down the sinful father's inhibitions with each use.

"You love how I touch you, don’t you?" he whispered darkly, his rough fingers trailing up her bare thigh as they sat on the couch.

Rebecca whimpered, her wide hips lifting. "Y-yes…"

"You want more."

The redhead vixen's erotic contralto sang along, his sweet darling was deep under the hypnotist's leash

"More…"

Stefano only needed a little... push.

"Beg for it."

Her breath hitched. "P-please, Daddy… I-I ne-*Ah!!*-ed this sooo bad…"

The ring purred in satisfaction.

Dominate!

Stefano didn’t hesitate.

His hand slid higher, fingertips brushing the damp fabric of her soaked panties. Rebecca’s back arched, a broken moan spilling from her luscious lips.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, circling her clit through the cotton. "You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?"

Rebecca nodded frantically. "A-anything…"

"Then cum for me."

Her green eyes rolled back. His daughter's slender body seized as the hypnotic command lashed through her core.

"OHMYGODD!!! YESS"

And just like that—she came, her pussy clenching around nothing, the redhead vixen's love-juices soaking through her lace panties.

The Osiris ring glowed.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

Stefano’s cock ached.

But this was just the start.