Wicked Stepmom~ (Dagger Stiletto x Lyra-Finnigen)

Sage sighed happily as she finished unpacking the last of the moving boxes she and her stepdaughter had had delivered to their new home a few weeks ago. She knew it would be hard on the grieving fifteen-year-old, but Sage had decided to pull her out of school early so that they could move from the old house to a more affordable apartment suite in town. She had married George Garrison two years ago and moved into the expensive house that hadn't been paid off yet with his daughter. He had married her not because he was head-over-heels in love with her, but because he knew she'd be able to take care of his daughter once he passed. He was often out on business, so the girl wasn't too terribly attached to him, but still, his loss, after battling with cancer for two years, took a toll on both women.

Sage was independently wealthy, but there was a secret to her wealth. She used to be involved with drug cartels and prostitution--she had been the pimp though, since it was hard to get a john to stay with you once they realized you had a 14inch schlong with heavy cumfilled balls instead of a vagina. She had cut almost all of her ties when she met George, hoping she could just ride on the money she had while he kept up his business. However, to make sure they were both comfortable, she needed to move to the luxurious but affordable suite.

Finished with the boxes, she stacked them in a corner close to the door to be tossed in the rubbish dump outside later. They lived on the tenth floor of a very nice apartment building, and she had pulled some strings, contacting the drug dealers who were more like her friends now to get the landlord to give her one of the suites rather than the smaller apartments. It was like a small version of a house here.

The blonde, 30-something bomshell went to the kitchen to check on the pot roast, grinning as the smell of beef, gravy, potatoes, carrots, and onions wafted up into her nostrils. Turning off the the crockpot, she called for her stepdaughter. She covered the plate she intended on giving to the teen with a tasteless powder, then ladled the food onto it, buttering a few rolls. She set the plate on the table for the girl to find, along with silverware. The drug would make the girl lose the ability to control her body, as well as combine the effects of an aphrodisiac. It would take about 20 minutes to take effect.

It was summer time. She was no longer in school. It was time for her to earn her keep.

Lyra was a young girl when her father and her stepmother married, and, as they both knew, her father was busy a lot. Lyra had never gotten attached to her father, he was always just a thing in her life, something that allowed her to survive. She never knew her real mother, she left when she was even younger. It was a little depressing but she lived her life the way it was and did what she could, with what she had.

His death hit her suddenly, though not harshly. She became quiet and reseved, not really talking to the friends she had. Then they moved. She moved to the suite, and took the time to unpack things. Before they moved, she went through her things, and seperated what she wanted to keep and what she didn't. It cut out quite a few things that she had to unpack. She spent the time to unpack her things in her room slowly, then headed down for dinner when she was called.

The girl looked to wat was there, she nodded at her and then sat down. Taking in a soft breath, she looked to the food. "Thanks Mom." She nodded. The girl had respsect for her relationship with her step mother. She then took in a soft breath and began to move her food around on the plate before beginning to eat it. "So...how do you like this new place?"

Sage smiled at Lyra and waited to make sure she actually started eating before she dug into her own food. She knew grief could cause depression and loss of appetite, but she wasn't about to let her stepdaughter go hungry or starve herself. It still made her lips quirk every time she saw the teen's dyed purple hair. It actually suited her more than her natural hair color. She was slim and beautiful with a butt that was a little more developed and plump than other girls' her age.

"I like it," Sage said in answer to the teen's question. She took a roll from the plate between them, dipping it in the thick gravy of the pot roast. "The walls are enforced with some soundproofing so that we won't be bothered by noisy neighbors, the plumbing and wiring is all up to state-code. It's smaller than what we're used to, but it's more affordable, and we have a nice view of the park and its pond."

She took a few bites before looking up at Lyra. "What do you think of it?" It didn't really matter, as this was where they would be for the next 12 months unless they wanted to break their lease and skip out on their $1200 security deposit, but she wanted to know Lyra's opinion.

Lyra was actually eating. She took the loss of her father a little roughly, but not as rough as others would. She was only grieving for about week, and was not rather fine. There was little in terms of depression, and Lyra seemed to get back to her old self after the most recen dying of her hair. The girl would still get fits of loss, but that was about it. She nodded at her mother and continued to eat. "This is really good mom." She poked at the beef, and pulled off sweet tender strands of it, then ate it. "I like how tender it is" She smiled.

"Really? So I can play my music loudly and not get into trouble?" She tilted her head to the side. "And I like it here. It is...different" She smiled. "I do miss having a yard to do stuff in, but there is a park down the street isn't there?" She tilted her head to the side. "It will be easier for us to survive here, and having oodles of room doesn't make sense for just the two of us right?" She nodded.

The powder that Sage put on the plate was quickly mixed up in Lyra's food, and seemed to have a slight effect, faster than Sage could imagine that it was. She shifted a little on the seat, and continued to eat, ignoring the feeling.

Waiting for the powder to take effect was sweet agony, Sage thought. It was hard to let on her gleeful anticipation, and she felt a twinge of guilt at wanting to see the powder turn her sweet stepdaughter into a horny ragdoll--for that's what she would be; an aroused teenager who couldn't move due to the paralytic in the drug.

"Well, don't blast it so loud that I have to wear earplugs or earmuffs the size of pillows while I'm home, but other than that, yes," Sage chuckled, covering any odd behavior she may have inadvertently expressed. "The park is directly across from us. You'll be homeschooled, but I won't keep you from your friends if you want to go out. You'll be learning how to drive pretty soon as well, and then you'll have more independence and the ability to get out of the house."

She looked to her mother and took in a soft breath. Something was growing inside of her. She gasped a little and then nodded as she heard her mother talking about the music. She then groaned softly, biting her lip softly. She felt her body stiffen up slightly. "Ah" She gasped a little. "O-Okay...I won't." She bit her lip.

"M...mom" She gasped slightly. "I...I feel a little weird." She groaned. It was clear that she had some difficulty doing things. Her arm, with fork in hand and food, unable to lift up to her mouth. "S...something...is going on" She gasped slightly, then felt her body give way. She slumped in her seat, and then fell to the side and off the chair and to the ground. The ragdoll effect had taken it's toll.

Taking her time, Sage wiped her mouth and put her dishes in the sink. She cleaned up Lyra's plate, then stooped and scooped up her stepdaughter in her strong arms. She carried the girl to the couch in the living room and sat her down. The ragdoll effect would also prevent Lyra from making more than mewls, whimpers, or moans. No screaming or yelling or cursing. No one else would hear, but Sage thought it annoying.

She turned on some music that she would enjoy and proceeded to undress her little doll. She smiled, loving the soft, smooth appearance of such a young body. She touched the girl's breasts, letting her feel her soft hands even as she admired the softness and firmness of such perky breasts. Leaning forward, she took a pink nipple into her mouth, stroking little caresses over the other breast and up and down Lyra's sides.

The young girl was able to breath, but not much else. She couldn't really speak, and when she was lifted up, the girl flopped about when she was lifted up, unable to move. She already started to whimper and moan softly as the aphrodisiac worked its magic on her. She was unable to please herself, unable to do what she wanted. Panting softly, she groaned as she felt herself being sat down, and then stripped. Her body was smooth, with silky skin and pert, young breasts. Sage would see something else as well. Lyra seemed to have tan lines. Despite her somewhat pale complexion, she was even whiter, in the shape of a one piece swim suit. One of her pink nipples had a silver barbell through it, pierced horizontally. The girl then closed her eyes gasping a little as she felt the hand against her tit. She only could mumble.

The girls skin turned to goosebumps as Sage touched and rubbed at her side and breast. Lyra had no idea what was going on, constantly wondering why her mother was doing this, wanting to ask her to stop in her mind. However, another part of herself wanted Sage to continue, that the heat in her body wanted more.

Sage groaned with arousal and climbed up on the couch. She lay atop her daughter, kissing her soft, motionless lips demandingly until they were pink and puffy. She returned to her nipples, teasing the one with the barbell especially. She spread the teen's slim legs, stroking the waxed smoothness, then sneaking her fingers up to rub and explore the outside labia of her virgin pussy.