Midnight

Tonight was the night.

Becky lay in her bed, shifting under the covers. Her mind raced with the possibilities that lay ahead of her and the potential of her life that had yet to be fulfilled. All of it hinged on tonight. Unable to sleep, she rolled over in bed once more, nervous excitement running through her veins. Her course of action was clear in her mind; whatever fear she had felt just over six months ago when she decided on this course of action had long since been replaced by a steely resolve to see things through to their ultimate conclusion. Tonight was the night when she would become truly free.

Tonight was the night she was going to kill her Father.

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Just over a year ago, Becky had moved in with her father, Jon. He was a man in his late fifties who, outwardly, was everything you'd expect from a successful commodities trader. The house, the car, the wardrobe; everything about him screamed success. Publicly, he had taken on the role of doting father to his then 16 year old daughter following the committal of Hannah, his ex-wife, to a psychiatric hospital following a psychotic episode. Behind closed doors though, the story was somewhat at odds with the public facade.

Using the money he had built up over the last twenty years of city trading, Jon had taken to vindictively pursuing his ex-wife to the point of pushing her into a psychological collapse. Upon securing custody of his daughter, he managed to obtain power of attorney over what few assets Hannah actually retained, giving him the full control over her that he had always desired. In turn, this gave Jon full access over his teenage daughter. The terms of the divorce settlement between Hannah and himself remained in a sealed envelope, locked away inside a safety deposit box; however he knew that if it ever saw the light of day people would question his motives towards Becky.

Over the next year, he took advantage of the proximity he had to his daughter. Sneaking glances at her as she got dressed in the morning; "accidentally" walking into the bathroom as she was in the shower; secretly watching her in her bedroom from a small camera he had installed in the light fitting. He took the time to share his newfound fascination with his younger brother, Buck, who also expressed a strong desire to take advantage of his brother's familial house guest.

Whilst initially unaware of the situation, Becky had gradually become more observant of her surroundings. Never having had a close relationship with her father, she found his initial enthusiasm at her moving in with him exciting, to the point of dismissing her nagging doubts as paranoia brought on by the fraught domestic circumstances with her mother. It wasn't until she had overheard her father and uncle discussing his actions.

"...of course, it's all legally binding," Jon said as he handed his brother a can of beer. His bear-like paw of a hand encircled the can for a moment before popping the ring pull. Jon sat down on the opposite sofa. "It's taken the best part of ten years and close to a hundred grand, but it's done. She's mine now."

"Ours," Buck stated. "To do with what we want."

"Of course, the grooming will take some time to have the desired effect," Jon added. "However I'm confident that we will have ourselves an obedient little slave by the time we're done, just like we did with her mother..." Becky pulled away from the doorway, reeling in a combination of shock and disgust. She retreated to her room in silence that evening and barely slept for the next three days. Fortunately her introspective mood was written off by Jon as the behaviour of a typical teenager.

Becky spent a month essentially in shock, then another trying to find a way out of her situation through the process of legal emancipation. When that avenue ran into a dead end, she found herself contemplating more drastic action. Sitting in a bathtub of hot water with a razor blade in hand, she contemplated the unthinkable. At the moment when she felt the cold steel against her skin, her mind reacted as if she had been struck with an electric shock. Suddenly her thinking was clear - the way forward now seemed so obvious to her that she berated herself for not considering it sooner.

The next three months were spent preparing herself physically and mentally. At the same time, Becky became more acutely aware of the actions of her father and uncle to mould her into something they wanted to take advantage of. However, in order to buy herself time, Becky allowed her father's actions to continue unimpeded. Displaying a maturity beyond her years, she even encouraged him - her choice of clothing and revealing outfits enabled her to move about freely without attracting suspicion as to the fact she knew what they were both planning. On several occasions she would leave dirty underwear lying around in places where she knew her father would find them.

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Tonight she laid the trap.

Taking time to cook a meal for both her father and her uncle, she took the opportunity to lace their beers with a powerful sedative. Excusing herself after dinner, Becky retreated to her room. Closing the door behind her, she changed. Instead of the usual pyjamas that she wore, Becky pulled out a vinyl leotard-style body suit from her bottom draw. Stripping down so she was naked, she felt the cool material pressing against her skin. She paired this with sheer black pantyhose and a pair of high heeled boots that she had purchased over the internet. Practically pouring herself into them, she then took the time to brush her auburn hair before looking at her phone before climbing into bed to maintain the illusion she was asleep. Intermittently looking at her phone, she noted it had now been an hour since they had eaten dinner. Knowing that the sedative should have taken effect now, she made her way down stairs.

She found them in the living room. Her father on one sofa; her uncle on another. Both of them were in a stupor. With a wicked smile on her face, Becky moved across to her father and slapped him repeatedly across his face. By the third strike, she had begun to rouse him from his soporific state.

"Wake up!" she barked at him. Jon struggled to regain consciousness, upon which he found himself unable to co-ordinate the movement of his limbs with the request of his brain. "Come on asshole!"

"Wuh...b-b-b-Becky...what's...?" The words struggled to spill from his mouth.

"Finally," She taunted as she moved across to Buck, repeating the same actions with him. He seemed to struggle even more than his brother. When she was sure they were both as lucid as she could hope for, she stepped back. With her hands on her hips, she addressed them. "I'm not going to bother with any of the preliminary niceties, I know what you two assholes have been planning since the minute you took custody of me," she looked across at her father. "And tonight, I'm going to emancipate myself..." she paused for a moment. "...by killing you."

"What the fuck...?" Buck mumbled. He tried to stand but only succeeded in falling face first into the floor. He struggled up to his hands and knees before collapsing again.

"You're such a fucking loser," Becky added then she exploded with a vicious kick into Buck's flabby stomach. The force of the blow knocked him over, sending him rolling across the floor as he howled in pain. "Both of you are."

"Becky, please, wait..." Jon said, struggling to get to his feet as he reached out with his hand towards her. "I can explain. We didn't..." Becky answered his pitiful mumbling by firing a powerful kick that struck him in the face. He screamed as he fell back onto the chair, clutching his nose. She could see the blood seeping from between his fingers. She turned back to look at her uncle, now curled up in a ball on the floor.

She advanced towards him, using her momentum to stamp her sharply heeled boot into his back, his arm, his shoulder - anywhere she could strike with a blistering combination of pace and power. Each blow was met with a mewling screech from him as his body contorted reflexively after each strike. Becky paused for a minute, catching her breath and trying to recover her composure. The anger she felt was making her lose control and that was the last thing she needed. She heard a movement off to her left - spotting her father on his feet and moving towards her, she struck him with a powerful back handed blow. He dropped to the floor.

Buck tried to scramble away from her - his attempt to flee made her laugh wickedly. Becky stalked him, mirroring his movements until he presented her with an opening. She punting her boot into his exposed groin. Buck screamed - the noise sounded like an animal due to the high pitch of it. Becky grabbed his shirt, pulling up to his knees.

"You wanted to groom me," She hissed as she smashed her fist into his face. "Make me into some filthy whore for you..." another punch, followed by another. "Well, not in this lifetime Uncle Buck." She released his shirt and looked at him, slumped on his knees. Becky moved behind him, snaking her arm around his neck before locking it in place with her other one, completing the chokehold. "Any last words for Uncle Buck, Dad?" Jon struggled to his feet, looking at his daughter holding his brothers head at an awkward position. "No? Okay..." taking a deep breath, Becky wrenched Buck's head the to right sharply. The sound of his neck snapping filled the room. Jon cried out as Buck's body hit the floor. Becky then turned to look at him, like a predator evaluating her prey.

"Jesus Becky..." Jon muttered, trying to scramble away from her. He managed to crawl backwards on the floor as she approached him, judging her positioning just right to allow her the space to drive her boot down into his groin. Jon screamed. For how long he couldn't recall - then he felt the air being driven out of his lungs as Becky dropped down onto his chest. Positioning herself over his lap, Becky grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up. Her fist struck his face as she began to grind her hips against his crotch.

"Ooooh...that's it Daddy..." She moaned, continuing to grind her hips against him as she alternated between punching his stomach and face. "This is what you want...right Daddy?...You wanted to fuck your little girl..." Becky moved her hips quicker now, increasing her pace as she continued to assault her father. "You wanted me to fuck you right? I'm fucking you Daddy...I'm fucking you good...mmmm...yes Daddy - this is what you wanted...mmmmm...come on Daddy...cum for me...cum nice and hard for your baby girl..." each increase in pace was met by a hard blow from her fists. Becky then paused with the physical violence as she ground harder against Jon's body, at the same time she reached across to under the sofa. Jon barely had time to register the glint of light against steel as he saw Becky hold it above her head. By now Becky was lost in the moment her eyes closed and her body on fire. Her moans reached a crescendo as she climaxed...then plunged the blade deep into Jon's stomach.

Becky almost collapsed - only using her grip on the handle of the knife to keep her body from slumping against her father. As she regained her composure, she could see the blood seeping from the wound in Jon's chest and the trickles of blood leaking from his mouth. He looked at her, eyes wide and blinking, failing to comprehend quite what had happened. He reached out towards her - prompting Becky to stand up. She moved, positioning herself over his face now. She looked down at him, seeing the look on his face for a moment before lowering herself onto him.

"It's almost over now Daddy..." She purred as she positioned her buttocks to ensure she covered his mouth and nose. "That's it..." she cooed. "Just let me smother you to death..." Jon tried to fight back, weakly flapping his arms to try and dislodge her, only for Becky to grab his wrists tightly. She could feel the pulse in his wrist begin to weaken as she pressed her buttocks tightly against him. Her legs pressed against his face as she concentrated on keeping him perched inside her smothering prison. "Oh...oh...oh yes Daddy...yes... that's it...make me cum...make me cum hard...yes..." Becky felt the familiar stirrings in her abdomen once more, the sensation about to wash over her body again so quickly from her last orgasm. Jon writhed and thrashed as he felt her suffocating grip further choking him. The writhing, twitching form beneath her pushed Becky onto another climax that caught her off guard. By the time her mind had stopped seeing stars, she could feel no pulse.

Climbing off her father's face, she could see his features twisted into a hideous death mask. She smiled and blew him a kiss before turning and leaving the room at the point the clock struck midnight.