WICKED WANDA
VS BENSTER
III
HOPE’S
REDEMPTION
A role-play by Scarlet
and Benster
WARNING: This story
contains sexual situations and violence (nc, MF). It is to be read by adults
only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Although the principal focus of this story is on hypnotic perils, it also
contains, battle, bondage, and references to nonconsensual sex.
Chapter 1.
Prologue
Many months had
passed since Thorne had managed to free Wicked Wanda's id, her personality,
from the muffling persona that was the bumbling Scarlet Witch. He had done
it through his usual methods of mind control and physical torture. Wicked
Wanda had always been there, but somehow the do-gooder Avenger had kept the
evil side of her mind in check. It couldn't have been easy, for Wanda's final
freeing had resulted in a type of acute schizophrenia called dissociative
identity disorder; now she and the Scarlet Witch were truly two people sharing
the same body. The Avenger’s
misfortune had resulted in the start of one of Thorne’s most ambitious
schemes.
The first part of
the scheme had depended on Thorne’s gaining the trust of the extremely
powerful and somewhat strong-willed Wicked Wanda. That accomplished, the
next part of the scheme had revolved around Wicked Wanda “convincing”
a hero named Benster (also known as Brainimator) to do something for him.
That something was mating with WonderGirl. Benster was a hero with a mysterious
background. No one knew where he had come from. Thorne had warned the
scarlet-clad dominatrix, however, of Benster’s, very powerful mental
abilities including: telepathy, superhypnosis, microscopic vision, and
psychokinesis. The latter power was so well developed that Benster could
easily change, transmute, matter at the atomic level.
Wicked Wanda had
carried out Thorne’s orders. She had ambushed Benster in Central Park,
and, after a fierce battle, had defeated him and bound him in Thorne’s
dungeon. She had then tried to take over Benster’s mind through sheer
mental force. She had failed, but had managed her goal through hypnosis instead;
Benster’s Achilles’ heel was feminine hypnotism. Thus had Benster
been bred with an Amazon Princess.
Thorne wanted the child born of that union for his servant; the child,
which Wicked Wanda had proclaimed would be a girl moments after the mating
was completed, would have WonderGirl’s strength and beauty, and
Benster’s hypnotic powers and ability to transmute matter. Thorne had
ordered the union because he knew the child, who he named Thorne’s Hope
For Tomorrow, could be brainwashed to be his willing servant from birth.
This servant would be able to mentally command anything from others, make
any substance Thorne should ever need, and have the strength to serve as
a bodyguard as well.
The hero, having
served his purpose, was released by Wicked Wanda after she had erased his
memory of the her, Thorne, WonderGirl, and the Justice Club dungeon. It had
taken Benster only a few months to break partially free of the memory block;
he knew that someone who looked like the Avenger, Scarlet Witch, had muddled
with his brain. In the mean time, Wicked Wanda, during those periods when
she was the dominant id in the body she shared with the Scarlet Witch’s
id, had helped Thorne accelerate the ageing and learning processes in the
young project most everyone addressed simply as Hope.
Benster eventually
tracked the Scarlet Witch down, battled her, learned of Wicked Wanda, and
freed the evil persona so that he could learn about the reasons for his memories
being altered.
Thorne did not express
disappointment in Wicked Wanda’s decision. Nor had he reacted strongly
to Hope’s brief disappearance from Justice Club immediately following
the Benster incident. He continued with his scheme. That was several
month’s ago.
Chapter 2. An Exciting Breakfast
In Sun Valley
* Wicked^Wanda sat
talking with a gorgeous young lady at a patio outside of a Sun Valley, Idaho,
resort hotel. It was late summer, and the warm sun shined brightly from a
cloudless blue sky. She tossed her long auburn hair back and stared thoughtfully
at her young companion with her gold-flecked blue eyes. The
villainess thought to herself,
"Yes, Hope has turned into a beautiful young woman. Though her had conception
occurred just over one calender year ago, she has been mentally and physically
matured to the equivalent of age 18! Never have I had a brighter student...and
better friend!"
<Wicked^Wanda>
“Would you like me to order another round of mocha lattes, Hope?”
<Wicked^Wanda>
*Hope*: “No thanks, Mistress Wanda, I already have a pretty good caffeine
buzz going! What are we going to do today? More Hiking?”
<Wicked^Wanda> nodded to the teen with long blonde
hair down to her back. Hope was dressed in a blue denim pants, a light purple
tee shirt with a high mountain scene on it, and low-cut tennis shoes. Wanda
was dressed in dark green Gore-Tex hiking pants and a green and black, short
sleeve blouse. She wore expensive, brown hiking shoes. She smiled as she
looked at Hope and noted that her friend and student was well developed for
her age, though not quite so heroic of build as herself.
<Wicked^Wanda>
“That, or we could take fly-fishing lessons if you would prefer, Hope.
Or maybe you would prefer to just do some canoeing on the lake?”
* Benster, vacationing
from his busy life, looked out over the mountains, enjoying the view. Then
he looked down at the pool patio, and noticed Wicked Wanda sitting with some
new lady friend.
<Wicked^Wanda>
*Hope*: “Canoeing! That sounds fun..that is what we should do...err...if
you want, Mistress.”
* Benster walked
over to the patio, intending to confront Wanda about his daughter. He didn't
yet recognize, the beautiful young woman at Wanda’s side; she had matured
so very much, since he last saw her.
* Wicked^Wanda looked
up as a strangely familiar man began to approach them. She became instantly
alert, but waited for Benster to make the first move..if that was even his
intention. After all, he should remember nothing of their previous
meetings.
* Benster walked
out onto the patio, looked briefly around for Wanda, and spied her. He moved
to her.
<Benster>
“Well, Wanda, fancy meeting you here. I have a few questions I'd like
to ask you about my daughter.”
* Wicked^Wanda gasped
softly and then stood to her full, five-foot-seven-inch height. She leaned
her buxom athletic body towards Benster. The hero was wearing his usual trench
coat, strange for the warm day, and Indiana style hat. His body was of average
height, but his large head contained a mind of incredible power. His brown
eyes stared piercingly into hers...she was sure she could detect intense
resolve and perhaps some, justifiable, anger.
<Wicked^Wanda>
“Benster! Thorne was right! I can't tell you how disappointed I am to
find that out. At the end of our last meeting, we...well Hope, Thorne, and
me...erased your memories and rerouted the circuits in your mind to block
your amazing powers. Now you’re back and asking questions about Ho...your
daughter. That isn't good. Not good at all!”
<Wicked^Wanda>
*Hope*: “Mistress, you don't need to hide it. I know that this man and
my mother...that they...well, their union produced
me. I'm not totally naive. Lets
just be nice and talk to him. You know I have taken the needed steps to make
sure I can control him, and I would like to...”
<Wicked^Wanda>
“Silence girl! I will handle this! Thorne was right, Benster is too
dangerous to be allowed to live. Mine is the power to make the impossible
probable...now I will deal with this fool! Benster, you should never have
come here!”
* Benster started
concentrating on Wanda...concentrating harder than he has ever before, as
he chided confidently, “You know, Wanda, you’re becoming so
predictable. But we shall see who wins this time, if not for the timely
intervention of my daughter, you would have gone down in defeat last time.”
<Wicked^Wanda>
“You're a fool, Benster! Yes...you did have me in trouble last time,
but I was holding back. I was afraid of something that is part of this
vessel..not afraid of you. Yes, Hope did play an important role, but I shall
not need her help now as I ruthlessly end your interference.”
* Wicked^Wanda ’s
form suddenly changed to silver-colored adamantium and she doubled in height.
She grasped Benster by the waist with her left hand and raised him effortlessly
to her eye level. She pointed the fingers of her right hand towards Benster's
head, and the fingers merged to form a razor sharp blade. She began slowly
thrusting the living weapon towards Benster's brain case, saying contemptuously,
“Die, Fool!”
* Wicked^Wanda became
suddenly disoriented as she heard a shrill "NOOO!!!" ring loudly in her mind...a
shadowy head flashing before her eyes. The head wore a crimson-colored headdress...the top outside
outline of the tiara forming, strangely, an M-shape...an upside-down W for
the first letter of a first name that id screaming within her mind had lost
the use of for many months now..that id...the Scarlet Witch. She suddenly
felt her right hand, now fist shaped, strike with only moderate force against
Benster's forehead.
* Benster completed
the effect he was going for, and sent a probe deep into Wanda's mind, locking
onto her motor nerves, taking savage hold of them, only allowing her the
power of speech. He said softly, “Wanda, you should know your body only
does what the mind tells it, and I am the Master of the mind. And even so,
you are split in two, for no matter how deep you try to bury her there, Scarlet
still exists, and I will draw her forth from her hidden
recesses.”
* Wicked^Wanda could
sense Hope standing stunned behind her as she held the hero off of his feet,
his hat flying from his head due to her blow. Her Disk of Mental Serenity
glowed brightly as it automatically worked to counteract Benster’s mental
attack, but still she felt his mind entering her own...contacting her most
dangerous enemy...the bumbling Avenger within her...part of her. She knew
Benster would soon remember the disk and use his powers to alter its molecular
structure, as he did before, taking her defense away from her. She decided
to act fast...without mercy.
<Wicked^Wanda>
“Enough of this, Benster...the winds of change are mine to command...and
I command that, as improbable as it seems, you will now vanish and reappear
in the heart of the raging sun!”
* Wicked^Wanda felt
Benster desperately probe deeper....the eyes in the back of her mind screamed
loudly out, "NO!!! I will not allow my vessel to be a part of MURDER!!!"
She also heard Hope scream out loudly behind her, "No, you must not! He is
my...father!" The presence in her mind, with Benster's help, overwhelmed
her. There is a bright flash of light around her figure, just as Hope climbed
atop a chair behind her and smashed a carafe full of water into the back
of the skull that was once more flesh. “OOOOooooofff!!!”
* Scarlet^Witch
dropped unconscious to the ground...the clothes she wore produced by magic
she could no longer control...vanished. Hope looked up at Benster, very confused,
disturbed, in need of guidance.
<Benster>
“Daughter, stay thy hand for awhile. I will deal with her now, just
remove her Disk of Mental Serenity, for though I can force my way past it,
I do not wish to change it, or fight it.”
<Hope^>
“Okay...father....but wait.”
* Hope^ dragged
a table clothe off of their table and threw it over the unconscious Avenger.
Then she deftly brushed the disk, lying loose on the uncostumed heroine’s
forehead to the side, taking a brief shock of magic in the process. Hope
reached down and picked up the ‘jewelry’ which, separated from
the mutant/witch, was now harmless.
<Hope^>
“There...its done...but whatever you have in mind, perhaps it would
be best done in our room...out of public view?”
Chapter 3. Mind
Surgery
* Benster concentrated
on Wanda's unconscious mind, now so open too him, and searched the darkest
recesses for Scarlet Witch as the two of them took the unconscious woman
to his daughter's room. He followed the girl like a zombie for much of the
short journey, so deep in thought was he. Then he suddenly became aware of
the girl and questions he needed answered, and quietly asked, “So, what
is your name, my daughter, for I have never known?”
<Hope^> “My
name is Thorne's Hope For Tomorrow...though most everyone just calls me,
Hope! Here...let me get the door,” she answered as she opened the door
to a better than average grade hotel room, and then quickly walked over and
opened another door that led to the adjoining room...one of the hotels best
suites...she walked through and pointed to the king-size bed, saying, “This
is the Mistress' bed...lie her there!”
* Benster laid her
on the bed, and kept probing deeper, unlocking the hidden doors of her mind,
one by one till he found her, Scarlet Witch, and released her from the captivity
of her own mind.
* Hope^ walked quickly
over and placed her right hand gently on her "Mistress’" forehead. She
looked thoughtful for a moment, and then made some small changes to Benster's
work, nodding as she said, “Yes...I think I sense, more than understand,
what you have done. You have repaired what I will call neural pathways that
were damaged by, it would seem, some terrible mental and physical
trauma. I have made a small
alteration to add a buffering effect.
I think what you have done will allow the two ids trapped in that
body to remerge...the buffer should prevent the remerging from causing trauma
in itself. Did I do good?”
<Benster>
“Yes, very good, but you should know, that the controls you placed in
my mind are now dormant, and will not aid you. There are ways around the
loss of suggestions, but I will not teach you that till I better know your
mind, and how you would use that knowledge.”
* Benster concentrated
on Wanda, causing her to slip into a deep restful sleep, and causing it to
last the whole night. He knew that she will still have much work to do, before
the two personalities merged, but he knew that when they did, the new personality
would have full access to all her powers.
<Hope^> “I
sense what you are thinking, father. You know, the two ids in this being
were never really that different. Sure, Scarlet exuded caring and kindness,
and lacked confidence, while Mistress Wanda exuded confidence, but sometimes
seemed a bit cruel...but both were totally loyal to their
causes. Once the ids have merged, the Scarlet Witch will be a
powerful weapon on the side that many call ‘good’. Master Thorne
will not be pleased that I helped you.”
<Hope^>
“However, the Mistress was my best friend as well as my
mentor. And, against Thorne's orders...the Wicked Wanda id spared
your life the last time you two met.
She was really not that different from her Avenger persona who I look
forward to meeting. I think
Thorne knew she was not to be his Queen!”
<Hope^>
“Hmmm, know my mind? Yes...we should take this chance to get to know
each other.”
<Benster>
“Well, I'd like to take you to dinner tonight. Wanda, or Scarlet as
the case may be, will sleep at least till the morning. They have an excellent
five-star restaurant downstair, if that would be ok? And I'll make the
arrangements. Ohhhhhh, you are reading my thoughts, I'll have to put a stop
to that.”
* Hope^ giggled
and said, “Well..though my knowledge of men is rather limited...I do
seem to have an understanding of your thought
process. Dinner would be
fine!”
<Benster>
“Let's see, it's three now, say I pick you up at seven, tonight?”
* Hope^ blushed
deeply and smiled at Benster with piercing blue eyes, before replying softly,
“Seven it is then...err...I could use a nap and some time to find something
to wear..you will knock for me on the door of the room we first
entered?”
<Benster>
“Of course, I will, I do not enter a ladies' room without knocking
first.”
* Hope^ led Benster
back into her room...shutting the door to the room the Scarlet Witch was
sleeping in....and then showed Benster to the hallway door, saying, “I'll
be ready...I find that I am really looking forward to being on my own for
a change!”
<Benster>
“That's great, Hope. I'll be ready”.
* Benster left and
made the arrangements for that evening, a nice quite table for two in a private
room, so that they could talk and find out about each other.
* Hope^ looked
thoughtful for a minute, and then walked over, picked up the phone, and dialed
a number. After a pause, she quietly said, “Hope...Is he
there?.............................Its me! You were
right. You still want me...yes..I'll
do it...I understand.”
Chapter 4. The
Dinner
Date
* ^Hope^ spent the
next few hours getting ready for her dinner date with her father...well,
father in the broad genetic sort of way. They really knew little of each
other..the night was sure to be interesting. She must have ran the brush
through her long blonde tresses a thousand times as she thought about the
night ahead. This was to be one of the most important nights of her young
life, she was sure. Though innocent in mind and body, she had been well prepared
with the knowledge she needed.
* ^Hope^ , when
7 p.m approached, was a stunning sight to behold. A slim athletic person
who stood five-foot-five-inches tall, she had chosen to dress herself in
a full-length, low-cut azure evening gown with matching high-heel shoes.
The skirt of the gown was slit on the left side all the way to her thigh
to allow freedom when she sat. She carried a small purse, also azure in color.
She smiled to herself, showing confidence she shouldn't have. While the dress
showed off her ample bosom, and her long athletic legs when she sat with
them crossed, she knew that Benster would be noticing other things as well.
Her makeup was lightly applied, except for the extremely shiny red lip gloss
that matched the red nail polish on her fingers and toes. She wore a ring
on her left middle finger, a bracelet on her left wrist, and choker-like
necklace around her neck.
* ^Hope^ looked
into the mirror, seeing the reflection of a young women who was almost strange
to her eyes. She had matured so fast in her life, she had never really got
used to her ever changing looks. The large diamonds in her fine jewelry flashed
brilliantly and brought out the best of her fine features. She played with
the stones in the choker as she awaited for her "date" to arrive.
* Benster1 arrived
at exactly 7 p.m., dressed in a black tux. He looked like a wealthy business
man instead of the hero he was, but he still wore his Indiana Jones hat,
trying to hide his overlarge head. He knocked on Hope's door, not knowing
what to expect, and feeling a bit nervous as he waited for her to answer
the door.
* ^Hope^ called
out, “Coming...just one second,” and got up from her chair and
saundered slowly over to the door to the hotel room. She looked through the
peephole to verify that it was indeed Benster, and then swung the door inward
to stand before him. “Right on time. I'm impressed, Benster, or should
I call you father? “
* Benster1 nervously
said, “Ummmmmmmm, I'm not sure. I am your father though, anyway, here,
I got this for you,” as he pulled out a box from behind his back, and
placed a corsage onto Hope’s wrist, hiding her bracelet with the beautiful
gardenias.
* ^Hope^ giggled
and said, “Well...we will stick with Benster for now. Wow, the corsage
is beautiful! Pin it to my dress, though, so everyone can see its beauty,”
as she pointed to the cloth just above and to the right side of her bosom.
* Benster1 tried
to pin it on, but fumbled badly in his nervous state. Her breasts seemed
to be much fuller than he remembered them from earlier in the afternoon,
giving her body a womanly charm. He felt a tingle and blushed deeply, as
his daughter's soft, smooth hands and nails touched on his as she helped
him pin on the corsage.
* ^Hope^ softly
asked, “Thank you, Benster...you mentioned reservations?” as she
flashed a wide smile, her perfect teeth the brightest ivory, accentuated
by the shiny red lip gloss.
* Benster1 answered,
, “Yes, I did, and everything has been arranged,” as he took her
hand and placed it under his arm. He escorted her to the elevators, down
to the lobby, and then into the restaurant. It was busy with many people,
but they were quickly shown to the private room he had reserved. The hero
guided her to the single table, lit by only a couple candles, with ornate
chairs sitting opposite each other. He moved to the chair on the right and
held it out for her.
* ^Hope^ felt great
strength in Benster's arm as she was led from her room to the private dining
area. She smiled broadly as Benster pulled the chair out for her to sit.
She did so, quickly crossing her legs with the desired result, her long legs
well presented. She pleasantly chimed in with, “Thank you, Benster.
Have you eaten here before...do you know what their specialties are?”
* Benster1 replied,
“No, I'm afraid not, but I plan on having the steak and lobster tails.
I'm, famished!” He couldn’t help notice a slight tingling in his
body, but forced these feelings aside. This was his daughter after all, he
must not let her obvious beauty get to him.
<^Hope^> nodded
and stared at the menu for a minute before saying, “I admit I'm a bit
famished as well...hmmm...lets see...I'll try the halibut au
gratin...and...um...what do you think? Maybe some white wine..a chenin blanc
perhaps?” Hope 's eyes twinkled as she smiled across to the handsome
hero...she knew that the conversation must soon get around to their respective
lives...there was so little they knew of each other.
* Benster1 had already
ordered a special white wine for their meal; a German wine with a light fruity
after taste that would go well with Hope’s halibut. He pleasantly answered
with, “Yes, my dear, I have already ordered the wine. I prefer white
wines, to red. I just have never developed a taste for red wine, and after
all these centuries, it still reminds me of blood.
* ^Hope^ watched
as the waiter came in with the bread sticks, salad, and wine. She smiled
as he first poured some of the wine in Benster's glass for his approval before
serving. “Well...I fear I haven't had the time to spend to obtain a
taste for things such as red wines and most beer,” she chirped as she
watched the waiter turn to her and begin to speak...their eyes locked, her
blue eyes tunneling through his brown ones as she entered his mind and planted
new memories therein. The waiter abruptly said, "Oh yes...I saw your I.D.
last night...your of legal age to drink."
* Benster1 said,
“This wine was bottled especially for me, a very long time ago, by my
very good friend Father Wilhelm. He prized it above all his other wines,
since it is a very full and robust wine, with such a delicate aftertaste.”
He pointed to the bottle’s label, where the date read,
1143.
* ^Hope^ looked
wide-eyed at her "father." She knew he must be very special...Thorne had
gone and was going to great lengths to "gain" from him...but she had been
told so little...only that which was deemed she needed to know...she couldn't
help wonder. “Benster...tell me about yourself...this amazing past you
hint at...what you do now...tell me everything,” she said as she flashed
a sexy smile and giggled as she locked eyes with Benster.
<Benster1>
“Well, I'm not immortal if that's what you think. No indeed, I am very
mortal. But I can use my powers, and have done so over the years, to replenish
my energy from time to time. For how long I have been alive, even I can't
remember any more, but it is at least 5,000 years, since my first memories,
and I was a full-grown man even then.”
<Benster1>
“But I knew the world needed to grow, to reach for new understanding.
So I traveled and collected knowledge from one place or another, always sharing
what I discovered, making sure that there was always someone to enlighten
even the darkest times. However, I always stayed in the background, hidden,
so none would guess my part.”
<Benster1>
“I remember the destruction of the Library of Alexandria, which I helped
to build. Not till this age has more knowledge been available to the masses
then there.” Benster sighed, his mind filled with ancient memories,
and then continued with, “ But now with the Internet, I am no longer
needed in that capacity, so I fight the foes of truth and knowledge now,
as I had others do in the past.”
* ^Hope^ gasped
slightly as Benster spoke...her eyes wide with interest as she asked, “Do
you think you went through an accelerated maturation process...like I have...like
I have been aged/developed physically and mentally one and a half years for
every month of actual calender time?”
<Benster1>
“I'm sorry, Hope, I do not know. I can not remember my beginnings at
all anymore. I'm so full of other ages, other times, and knowledge that spans
the centuries, that I do not know anymore.”
* ^Hope^ giggled
nervously as the waiter removed the salad dishes and returned with the main
courses. When he left, she began talking again, “To have such knowledge
must be amazing...I mean...I have been thoroughly programed in most every
subject, but most of what I know is as abstract to me as...well...boys. Tell
me Benster, what do you know of me...what I am...why I am...what will become
of me? Mistress Wanda always told me that Thorne did not share much in the
way of his goals about me with her.”
<Benster1>
“All, I can tell you of your origins, is that you were created in Thorne's
labs from the union of my sperm and an egg cell from WonderGirl, who they
had me rape while I was under Wanda's hypnotic control. Wether I impregnated
WonderGirl, or they created you in a test tube, I do not know, but you are
my daughter.”
* ^Hope^ blushed
slightly and took a bite of her fish...silently enjoying her meal for a moment
before speaking, “This restaurant is excellent. How is the lobster?”
She took a small sip of her wine, which she had hardly touched inspite of
the obvious high quality.
<^Hope^>
“Well..I can tell you that I am from WonderGirl's womb..that you are
involved in my conception. Thorne wanted something in your genetic makeup..to
try to maximize the potential that genetic makeup offered. However, Mistress
Wanda told me that Thorne had her rearange my gene alleles while I was an
embryo...before the rapid maturation began. I guess that means that while
your sperm helped start my life...our genome is quite different...I'm not
sure of the ramifications of all that.”
<Benster1>
“Wanda may have altered your genes for rapid growth and muturing, but
as I can see from your powers, you are of me. You have a full complement
of mine, but you don't know how to use some yet, such as my psychokinesis.
Only I could train you in that power. So, still I am thy father.”
<^Hope^>
“Psychokinesis...yes...I have shown little ability with it...some of
Thorne's scientists mutter something about recessive genes that both parents
must carry to have the ability...Mistress Wanda did mention that you thought
it was just a matter of your training me..Would you train me in that ability...If
I have it, Benster?”
* ^Hope^ flashed
a winning smile, locking her bright blue eyes with Benster’s eyes and
dabbed at the corner of her shiny red lips with a napkin.
* Benster1 noticed
that, all through dinner, when Hope sipped her wine and dabbed her lips with
the napkin, they remained perfect, leaving no trace of gloss on anything,
as if her lips were coated in layer of the shiniest plastic. He replied,
“We will have to see about that. This power more than any of the others
you possess may be used for evil ends, and I'll have to know a lot more about
you before I let you abuse it.”
* ^Hope^ smiled
sexily and replied, “Thank you father...I know you will help me...I'm
sure of it.” She stood abruptly and moved over to Benster. Bending at
the waist, she kissed him passionately. “I'll prove that I am not one
of ‘evil ends’," she stated confidently and hugged the hero, pulling
him close to her. Then she sat back down...and said, “When you done
with your dinner...lets go back to my room and discuss what needs to be
done.” Hope smiled sultrily...her eyes gleaming into Benster's
* Benster1 was shocked
and taken aback by his daughter's kiss. He stated authoritatively, “No,
we will discuss anything for right now here, I will not go to your room tonight,
what would everyone think of me if I did that???”
<^Hope^>
“Why...they would think nothing...not that anything would happen...why
should it...I've never been with a man before...I am not legally your
daughter...and as I've explained...except certain genetic similarities within
a few alleles...our genetic make up is no closer than..than yours and Mistress
Wanda's. However, as your relations,
unwanted though they were, with my mother represents the start of my existance,
I can understand your concerns. Perhaps we should just take a moonlight stroll
when we are finished and talk some more. There is so much to learn from each
other.”
<Benster1>
“That might be nice, Hope, I'd enjoy a walk.”
* Benster1 finished
his steak and lobster, draining the last drops of the wonderful wine. He
left a very large tip on the table, as he went to his daugther and pulled
out her chair for her.
* ^Hope^ stood as
her chair was withdraw...and turned, looking at Benster, smiling. She smugly
said, “You lead the way...once outside I can show you the trails I've
been on so far.”
<Benster1>
“Oh, look, Hope, a full moon, and there isn't a single cloud in the
sky. A perfect night for a quiet walk.”
* Benster1 took
Hope's hand under his arm again and led her out the front doors, to where
the three walking trails began.
* ^Hope^ sighed
and said, “Yes...a lovely moonlit night. Lets take this trail...it leads
down to a lake...the moon reflecting off of the water will be beautiful.”
Chapter 5. Romantic
Moonlit Night
* Benster , with
his daughter's hand under his arm strolled off along the lake path, just
taking in the night as he did, feeling the warm breeze and noting how light
everything was in the full moonlight.
* ^Hope^ 's long
dress blew slightly in the breeze as she walked silently with her father,
thinking what she must do for Thorne. She was worried about the steps she
must soon take, but she more than anyone was used to one new challenge after
another coming in rapid succession...she knew she would succeed. Soon, they
were at the shoreline of the lake. She turned to the hero at her side and
said, “Benster, over to the left is a nice spot full of soft grass...let
us go sit over there and look at the reflection of the moon in the lake
water...isn't the evening so yummy...so romantic?”
<Benster>
“Yes. it is nice, Hope, but if you look over there, there's a bench
we can sit on, are you feeling tired, my dear?”
* Benster moved
the two of them towards the bench, and was slightly worried that he may be
over taxing his daughter on their first night together.
* ^Hope^ sat beside
Benster and sighed before answering, “No...not really tired. A bit confused
though, but then I'm used to that in my life. I explained at the restaurant
why I was conceived, how my genetics were altered so that I'm not particularly
close to your own genome any more.
Your reply confused me, you said that you could tell I was your daughter
because of my powers and traits...right?”
<Benster>
“Yes, you seem to have all my powers, plus a few from WonderGirl.
You’re a lot stronger than I am; my body is only of normal human mold.
You, though, seem to be maturing at a very rapid pace...even just today your
body has altered itself, filling out, and becoming more woman like.”
* Benster kept fighting
the growing feelings of his body. The girl, no woman, next to him was having
a very disconcerting effect on him, as she became sexier, and more seductive
looking by the minute.
* ^Hope^ flashed
her sexiest smile at Benster...continuing with the plan. She had carefully
chosen the side of the bench that put Benster where he would see the moonlight
reflections. She knew that the light must be dancing off everything about
her that was shiny...her ruby lips and nails, the diamonds on her finger,
wrist, and neck.. These reflections would draw his eyes to her she was sure.
However, for now, there was some confusion in her mind, and likely her eyes.
She continued to try to understand herself better by pressing on with her
inquiry, “Yes..I also have some of the attributes of Amazons...but,
well...as I said at the restaurant...I don't seem to have your greatest
power...the power to transmute substances...some sort of kenisis you called
it. The experts that work with Thorne say it’s probably because it’s
a double recessive gene...and to have the power, both parents must have the
gene, which WonderGirl did not. Is this so do you think?”
* ^Hope^ shivered
slightly and thought, "But I have one recessive gene for the power...and
Benster is the only other person known to carry this gene...to serve Thorne
and get him this power I must make Benster...I must..." She blushed deeply
and waited for the man who started her life to answer.
<Benster>
“I think it's because you have to concentrate in a special way, Hope,
as I said earlier. I'm sure you have the ability, but you don't know how
to access it. But with a lot of training, and mental exercises, I'm sure
you can breakthrough and start using it. But that will have to wait till
I know you a lot better.”
* ^Hope^ looked
visibly confused, thinking, "Can it be so...that I just need training...that
I don't need to be what WonderGirl was for me...a genetic vessel? I would
not have to follow through with this..I could simply let Benster train
me..somehow gain his trust and the go back to Thorne." She sighed outloud
and thought, "No! That would just get me punished like any other of his
superbeing toys. Thorne expects me to do it...I will...I will seduce my own
father...trade my viginity for Thorne's destiny.”
* ^Hope^ shivered
slightly, and put her arm around Benster, pulling him towards her. In a sultry
voice she said, “Benster, in spite of the warmth, I feel cold in this
breeze. Could you hold me please?”
* Benster took off
his tux blazer, and wrapped it around Hope. He drew her next to him, even
closer, and said, “Yes, but it will take many months of training, once
I'm sure I can trust you with this power.”
* ^Hope^ smiled
broadly, her eyes now gleaming..knowing what to do, though she had never
done it. She had been well trained for Thorne's service. “Thank you
for your jacket, Benster!” Hope said in her sexiest voice, and then
leaned even more against the handsome hero. She gently kissed his neck, and
continued with, “You’re very handsome, Benster! But I'm sure you've
been told that many times.”
<Benster>
“No, not at all. I try to stay away from women and romantic
relationships..they are too painful for me..to have to watch my beloved die
before me. I has happened many times through the ages, so I now no longer
seek female companionship.”
* Benster couldn’t
stop feeling slightly aroused by Hope..her nearness, the scent of her hair,
the way her lips shined as she smiled at him. But she was a woman, and he
knew he must fight the feelings, as he had for so long now.
* Benster looked
at his daughter, seeing her looking up at him with those big, blue eyes;
not hypnotic right then, since she wasn’t using her powers, but still
fascinating with their little gold flecks sparkling in the moonlight, and
her choker adding it's own dazzling display for him.
* ^Hope^ smiled
and kissed Benster's cheek, trying to make him want her. She thought, "Isn't
ironic that Thorne once had in his hands the very thing he wants me to now
get. Mistress Wanda took some of his seed, but Thorne sold it for money before
the experts came up with the double recessive gene explanation for my inability
to transmute matter like Benster can.” She whispered softly in a husky
voice, “You mentioned that you could tell I was still changing..still
under the accelerated maturation process, Benster. That accelerated process
will soon end, and my maturation process will become as slow as that of a
normal Amazon...or perhaps like yourself. Either way I too will live for
centuries...you would not see me die soon.”
* ^Hope^ kissed
Benster quickly on the lips and leaned back, allowing the jacket to slip
from her shoulders as she brought her hands up to the sides of her breasts.
In her sultriest voice she continued with, “Yes...I know what you saw
change over this last day, Benster. It was these wasn't it. I saw you
looking..they are nowhere near as big as mothers...but don't you think they
are sexy?”
* Benster quickly
covered Hope again with his jacket, once more hiding her body. He commanded,
* ^Hope^ looked
bitterly disappointed...tears welled in her eyes...making them even shinier...and
then the disappointment became a look of pride. She said softly, “You
know, Benster, my admiration for you grows each moment I am with you. I know
I am beautiful. Thorne has on several occasions had his minions horsewhipped
for approaching me...for trying to have their way. I can tell even Thorne
wants me...yet you have the moral fortitude to say no because I am your daughter.
You earn my love!
Chapter 6. The
Path To
Tomorrow
* ^Hope^ reached
up and placed a hand gently on either side of Benster’s face, thinking,
"Well...Thorne will have to accept that I tried and failed, but that I did
learn there is another way. If I can just get Benster's trust...but I don't
have the months it would likely take to earn that trust. I must make him
believe that he trusts me already. I have helped Mistress Wanda do before
what I must do now...lets hope the path I set in his mind the last time he
was at Justice Club will aid me in this attempt.”
<^Hope^> “Do
you not see your daughter's pride in her lovely blue eyes,
father? They are like your eyes,
are they not?”
* Benster felt his
daughter's soft, smooth hands on his face, her long nails slowly touching
and tapping his skin, sending little tingles through his nerves to confuse
and bewilder his mind as his daughters eyes, so shiny before, started to
grow in his gaze. He warned the girl, “Yes, they are, Hope, but if you
have any idea of hypnotizing me, it won't work this time.”
* ^Hope^ smiled
broadly at Benster, her eyes gleaming, her necklace flashing in the moonlight,
her shiny lips practically glowing. She softly replied in her sexiest, most
hypnotic voice, “Hypnotize you father? No, not that. I just want you
to know that you can trust me..that you could always trust me. I am your
own flesh and blood...your daughter.” Hope began sending a powerful
hypnotic impulse towards Benster. She thought, "Father said that memories
can never truly erased..that the electrochemical signatures will always be
present. So should then the pathway into his mind that I prepared a few short
months ago. He will be hypnotized...he must!
<Benster>
“No, not yet daughter. You have too long been in the clutches of Thorne,
and only after you prove yourself to me will I impart the knowledge you
seek.”
* Benster could
feel the impulse entering his mind, slipping past his first line of defenses,
thanks to the path she built earlier. He felt the impulse to lock his eyes
onto hers, so he couldn't look away. But he resisted it's other effects,
throwing his formidable will into it's negation.
<^Hope^>
“You must trust me father. I will not betray your trust...I am your
daughter...it is my destiny to follow in your footsteps...to have your
abilities!”
* ^Hope^ concentrated
on penetrating Benster's mind on multiple levels...her thoughts flowed from
her head through her fingers into Benster's mind using the "mind-meld" technique
Master Thorne had taught her, but she knew that hypnotism must be the primary
vehicle for her victory. She chanted softly, “Look into my eyes, Benster.
Do they not glow with a light blue flame...are they not wonderfully deep
pools...pools you could fall into forever...yet so beautiful you want to
plunge right in. Look at my
lovely eyes...feel the light from my lips and the sparkles from my diamonds
surround the blue gleaming from my eyes...look deep, my father.
* Benster rallied
his defenses against the incoming thoughts, savagely blocking them off from
his mind, but so much of his concentration was being used to block them,
that her words were slipping through to his subconscious mind. He did start
looking deeper into her eyes, as he pleaded softly, “Daughter, stop
this! You must not do it, you will loose a great evil on the world if you
use the powers you have for Thorne.”
* ^Hope^ continued
to hold Benster's face...forcing him to look at her shining eyes. Strangely...it
took almost none of her amazonian strength to do so. Benster didn't seem
to be looking away...she could feel the preconstructed pathway in his mind
beginning to reform...she put all of her efforts into achieving complete
hypnosis. Her eyes gleamed brilliantly as she uses them against her father.
* Benster could
see the gold flecks in Hope’s eyes start their swirling, spiraling journey
into the depths of the black holes at the center of her eyes..drawing his
thoughts, his will, into them..melting away his will, as he stared at her
hypnotic eyes, like the sun melting away a cube of ice. Unable to stop the
flow of his thoughts and will, he tried to start sending his own hypnotic
thoughts directly into his daughter’s mind, through the path to her
eyes.
<Benster>
“Yes, but you too are staring, deeper and deeper into my eyes, so deep
now, you can't look away either. You must look deep, feeling yourself drawn
to my eyes, so deep and hypnotic. You don't want to resist me..you know I
only have your best interests at heart.”
<^Hope^> Hope's
eyes drew Benster in as her sultry hypnotic voice spoke softly to him. The
deep azure pools of her eyes, with swirling golden flecks of brilliant light,
were draining his will away. Benster heard her saying, "Look deep in my eyes.
Let them call to you..let yourself go..relax as you do. You find comfort
within my shining eyes..they are whirlpools drawing you to me...you feel
your deepest desire is there somewhere. Look and you will find everything
you need within my shining eyes!”
* ^Hope^ 's own
head began to pound as she felt her father fight back.. She was desperately
trying to reopen her pathway...to use prior preparation to overcome Benster's
superior experience in this arena of battle. She willed her eyes to glow
and swirl...and her mind to flow from her’s into Benster and the channel
to victory that once was in place
<Benster>
“Yes, so deep into my eyes..feel their pull, drawing you into them,
weakening your resolve. You really don't want to win...you want your father
to take over so you can rest and relax in his arms, like you did earlier.
So warm and relaxed, Hope. Feel it entering your mind, draining you.
* ^Hope^ concentrated
hard at drawing her fathers eyes to hers...to resist the pressure she felt
on her own mind. She did want to rest...to not fight any longer...but she
saw visions of Thorne...the fright forced her to push on. Every ounce of
her will was placed on one goal...draining away her father’s will do
resist her hypnotic eyes. She chanted again in a sultry, hypnotic voice,
“Benster, look into my deep, swirly eyes...you’re becoming so very
weak, so very sleepy. Do you not feel how heavy your eyes? You cannot resist
my glowing eyes...you feel my mind...and know our minds should be one.”
* Benster could
feel Hope winning. His eyes were heavy..his will to resist her incredibly
hypnotic eyes is faltering. He tried to press on, knowing that if he doesn't
succeed in hypnotizing her first, he would be completely open to her commands
and suggestions. He said in a soft, comfortable voice, “Yes, so deep
into my eyes. Feel their pull, drawing you into them, weakening your resolve.
You really don't want to win, you want your father to take over so you can
rest and relax in his arms, like you did earlier. So warm and relaxed, Hope.
Feel it entering your mind, draining you. Making you feel so warm and
comfortable, feeling so loved...loved by your father. So warm and loved,
needing him, yearning for him to take you into his warmth and relaxation.”
* ^Hope^ struggled
hard to overcome her father. She barely heard the sound of his voice...she
gave no indication of understanding his words. She desperately struggled
to draw Benster into her deep, swirling, hypnotic eyes..to drain his will
to resist her feminine hypnotic powers. Her will to open the preprepared
path was intense. Thorne's training, and her fathers gene's combined with
her mother's strength and endurance kept her driving the hypnotic suggestions
forward into Benster's mind. She whispered huskily, “You must sleep,
Benster. You cannot resist my deep, swirling hypnotic eyes. Your eyes are
getting so very heavy..your will is draining away.
Sleep!”
* Benster stared
deeper and deeper into her eyes, unable to resist them any longer. His eyes
became so heavy, they soon began to close. He couldn't even speak anymore,
as Hope’s eyes took up more and more of his thoughts, his
mind.
* ^Hope^ chanted
hypnotically in a young, sultry voice as her eyes glowed brightly, "You must
sleep, Father. You must surrender your will to the depths of my glowing,
swirling hypnotic eyes...You feel so very weak, your eyes are so heavy. You
are falling into my eyes..you cannot resist. Sleep...let yourself fall into
my deep hypnotic eyes as your will drains away! You feel you must sleep.”
* Benster eyes slowly
drifted closed as the last of his will was drained away by his daughter's
hypnotic eyes, his mind becoming and open book to her.
* ^Hope^ relaxed
briefly as she felt her father's resistance end. She thought for a moment,
and then continued with the hypnotic suggestions, “Benster, you will
know that you, deep within you, trust me completely in every
way. You will never believe
that that trust could be betrayed. You will also have an intense desire to
teach me how to handle the powers that I have inherited from you...you will
teach me to use those powers to my full potential.”
<^Hope^>
“Your mind will never consider questioning this belief in your trust
for me and desire to teach me. Additionally when I, and I alone, speak a
certain word, you will return instantly to your present hypnotic state. That
word is...” Hope looked up and realized their battle had gone on for
several hours...and she wondered which word to use..something she wouldn't
accidentally use...then she looked at her dress. She quickly said,
“Azurite...when I say azurite...you will instantly return to this hypnotic
state. Benster, nod if you have understood these instructions.”
* Benster nodded,
his eyes closed, but still seeing his daughter's wonderful hypnotic eyes
swirling and spiraling him even deeper into her hypnotic control.
<^Hope^>
“When I snap my fingers, you will awaken and remember your trust for
me, and desire to train me. While we talked, we decided to leave immediately
for your home.”
* ^Hope^ snapped
her fingers and smiled sweetly at Benster. She quickly said, pointing at
the eastern horizon, “Look, Father, its getting close to morning. Should
we go back to the hotel and get our things so we can catch the morning
plane?”
* Benster blinked
a few times and then smiled at his daughter, replying, “No need Darling.
I have my own private jet, and it's ready whenever we want. Also, I'll send
someone to pick up or things.”
<^Hope^>
“Okay...but I need a few things now...come on lets go!”
* ^Hope^ gave her
father a daughter-like kiss.
* Benster followed
Hope back to the lodge to get their things, making one request on the way,
“Hope dear, could you wear that shiny pink gloss you were wearing the
first time we met?”
* ^Hope^ giggled
and said jovially, “Yes father, gladly!”
Chapter 7.
Epilog
<^Hope^> When
Benster and Hope returned to the hotel, Wanda Maximoff was nowhere to be
found, and no explanation for her
disappearance. Father and daughter
immediately flew to Benster's east coast abode where Hope's training in her
transmutation powers quickly began and progressed at a rapid rate.
<^Hope^> Benster
had never been happier in his life..for his daughter, his Hope, had finally
been redeemed from the clutches of evil. Hope grew to love her father deeper
than most daughter's who had spent their childhood lives with their parent.
She never returned to Thorne.
<^Hope^> Thorne
never looked for Hope..his staff wondered why. Eventually Wanda too was lost
to Thorne, because of Benster's repair of her mind. Thorne never complained.
In a small chamber under the Justice Club dungeon was a tube of liquid with
a human clone growing in it. It seems not all of Benster's DNA had been sold.
Thorne was satisfied because everyone else thought that they had won out
in the end..and were not looking to bother him.
<^Hope^> The
big question was...would the clone be able to transmute matter..if it actually
lived. Cloning, after all, had by know means been mastered. Only time would
tell.
THE
END
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