- by Alvo Torelli, July, 2019
(Mg, con, inc)
"Daddy, you don't really think the B&B is haunted, do you?"
"Oh, I don't know, Emma Jean. It could be," daddy responded as he drove towards a lovely sunset. "All the pamphlets say that the ghost of some woman from the nineteenth century, Madam somebody or other, haunts the building. Supposedly she was burned at the stake for being a witch! People see strange spectral sights and get weird chills and things move around on their own. Sounds like ghosts to me."
"Daddy! Stop it. You're just trying to scare me!"
"Hey, you're the one that suggested we stay at this B&B, Princess."
"Well, I don't want to anymore. I don't want to see a ghost."
"Oh come on, Emma Jean. You're eleven now. Don't you think you're a little old to be scared of ghosts? You know ghosts aren't real."
"No," Emma Jean whispered after a long pause. Her pursed-lip petulant scowl was very cute.
Daddy grinned back at his black-haired beauty. "Well, we’re here now, and I'm too tired to drive someplace else. So I guess we'll just have to be really brave. I'll protect you from the ghosts - okay?"
"Promise?"
"I promise. And if we do see any ghosts we can tell your mom all about it when we see her tomorrow."
Their room was surprisingly gothic, with dark, thick velvet curtains, high ceilings and dim, flickering sconces that looked like candles. The furniture was dark and heavy and very old. Ancient oil pantings showed scowling people whose faces watched you suspiciously as their eyes followed you about the room. The floors creaked dreadfully. Two single beds were piled high with dark covers and feather pillows, Even the bathroom was dimly lit. A massive fireplace was surrounded by black stone and on the mantel a stuffed raven looked out at the room with tiny red eyes.
"Daddy! This room is scary."
"Princess, it's fine. Let's go have a nice dinner and do something fun. When we get back you'll be too tired to notice."
Emma Jean was tucked into her bed two hours later, but still awake and texting one of her friends. Daddy sat up on top of his bed covers reading a book on his tablet. A sudden sound of clanking chains made Emma Jean sit bolt upright and daddy start. When the frightening noise repeated, followed by a low ghostly voice murmuring “who dares, who dares, who dares” Emma Jean jumped from her bed and practically leapt into daddy’s bed.
“Daddy!” Emma Jean squealed. “It’s the ghost, daddy, it’s the ghost. Don’t let it get me.”
"Who dares, who dares, who dares," the horrifying voice repeated, louder and louder over more clanking and the sound of a foot dragging along the ground.
"Daddy!" Emma Jean screamed and climbed right on top of daddy in her thin nightgown, knocking his tablet to the ground and throwing her arms around his neck.
"Who dares! Who dares!" Louder and louder. Thump and drag, thump and drag!
"Aghhh! Daddy! Make it..." Suddenly Emma Jean's body went stiff as she sat up tall, straddling daddy. She arched her back and threw her arms out to the sides, fingers splayed. Her head strained back, her eyes flared open to the heavens, the veins in her neck went taut and her whole body convulsed. The horrible ghostly sounds cut off all at once, but then Emma Jean whispered "Oh Daddy, Daddy! It's inside me! It's taking over! I can't fight it. Oh god, Daddy, help!"
"Princess! What's going on?" daddy cried.
But it wasn't Emma Jean who replied. The girl moved in unnatural starts and jerks, hunching forward and fixing daddy's eyes with a wild, intense gaze. Her arms shot forward and she grasped the sides of his head with a strength Emma Jean shouldn't possess. Then a rasping, angry voice emanated from her throat. "WHO DARES DISTURB THE REST OF MADAM LAMIA?!"
"Jesus, Emma Jean? What's going on?"
"WHO DARES?!" The voice torn from Emma Jean's throat couldn't possibly belong to the little girl. The child's hands lifted daddy's head and banged it back against the headboard as the voice rasped "WHO DARES, WHO DARES?"
"No, no, leave my girl alone!" daddy yelled.
"WHO DARES!" the rasping voice demanded and the little girl’s hand slapped daddy across the face. "WHO TAKES RESPONSIBILITY FOR DISTURBING MY REST?"
"We didn't do anything!" daddy said. "Leave her alone. What do you want?"
"WHO DARES?!"
"Ivan! Ivan Dade," daddy finally responded. "And Emma Jean. Oh god, please, leave her alone, leave her alone!"
"NO!" the specter cried and slapped daddy again. "YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE! PAY THE PRICE OR THE CHILD WILL SUFFER!"
"What? No, don't..."
"PAY THE PRICE - NO MORE WARNINGS - MADAM LAMIA CONTROLS THE CHILD!" Without warning, Emma Jean grabbed the hem of her thin nightgown and tore it off over her head. Her gorgeous preteen body was completely naked. Her daddy was already in shock, but his eyes grew even wider at the sight of his pretty little girl with no clothes. Her budding breasts sported the tiniest, pink nipples in miniature areolae. His eyes were drawn downwards to the beautiful bare cunny where she straddled his stomach. “PAY THE PRICE,” the specter demanded and daddy had to look back up because she grabbed his head again, but this time she launched her little body forward to kiss him.
He was so confused and startled that he didn’t immediately push his daughter away from him. Their lips entwined and a rush of energy passed between them before he came to his senses. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her out to arm’s length, where he saw a terrible look of desire. But immediately Emma Jean sat up tall again, breaking his grip as she spasmed, arched her back and neck and threw her arms out wide. It was Emma Jean’s sweet voice that screamed, “Ow, ow, ow, daddy, daddy, make it stop, it hurts daddy, it hurts!”
“Oh god, baby, what do I....” daddy began to shout but he was cut off in an instant when the little girl’s body jerked forward again and fixed him with a ferocious gaze.
“PAY THE PRICE! PAY THE PRICE OR THE CHILD WILL SUFFER!" the specter’s rasping, terrifying voice repeated. Emma Jean’s hands reached out to grab daddy and kiss him again, a deep, passionate kiss that he was too shocked and frightened to push away. Instead, he fell in to the kiss. He felt his little girl's arms around his neck, he felt the smooth skin of her back as he pulled her body tighter to his chest. It wasn't until he realized he was caressing the perfect contour of her naked little ass that he came to his senses. But in the same moment the ghost pulled the child back and moved her to kneel at the foot of the bed, her eyes blazing. "DISROBE!" the horrible rasping specter commanded.
"What? No! Not in front of... Oh god, stop that!"
Emma Jean's pretty little voice wailed as she spasmed and twisted in horrible pain. "Daddy, daddy, make it stop! It burns daddy! Ow, ow, please, make it stop!"
"Okay, just stop!" daddy yelled and sat up to pull his t-shirt over his head. When he saw his child still writhing in pain he was just as quick to pull off his slacks and boxers. It wasn't until he was as free of clothing as his beautiful, dark-haired daughter that she stopped crying out in anguish.
The specter gave him no time to think or come to grips with the insane situation. Instead she fixed her burning eyes on his and rasped "PAY THE PRICE!" Then the little girl's body pressed forward between his legs and her small hands took ahold of his cock! His shock at Emma Jean's sudden intimacy was only equaled by the shock of realizing he was already mostly erect. Almost as if the ghost was taking advantage of his momentary stupefaction, Emma Jean's pretty lips slipped over the head of daddy's cock and her delicate fingers stroked the shaft as it rapidly swelled to a height of tumescence that seemed almost impossible.
"Emma Jean, stop, you can't! Please don't make her do this! Please, she's just a little girl!" daddy cried out to the specter, but his fingers raked into the long, thick black hair on either side of his daughter's head. He could have pulled her away. He should have! This wasn't right! But he was terrified of the ghost that had taken control of his precious child. The way she had wailed in pain - it tortured him. The way she was sucking and stroking his cock - the sight of her pretty lips greedily enveloping his manhood - was a whole different kind of torture. "Please, please don't make her do this," he cried, but his pleas rapidly weakened as the carnal pleasure of his daughter's ministrations overwhelmed him. "Oh god, Princess, this is bad... oh god! " He should have pulled her away but he didn't, he twined his fingers into her long hair and pulled her tighter, fucking her perfect mouth and moaning with agonized pleasure.
The little girl’s warm lips slid over her daddy’s thick tool, up and down, sucking hard. Her tongue explored the contours of the bulbous head with each pass. Her hands were small, but they perfectly stroked the base of the throbbing dick. How could an innocent little girl perform such an incredible, pleasurable feat of exciting erotic stimulation? It had to be the witch! No other explanation made sense. The child was truly possessed! It wasn’t Emma Jean sucking daddy’s dick, it was the witch. This was the terrible price, the cost of disturbing the ghost’s rest.
It all came together in daddy’s mind as he held Emma Jean’s head in his hands and fucked her gorgeous face. It wasn’t his fault! It wasn’t Emma Jean’s fault. How could it possibly be her fault: she was pure and sweet - the unsullied, precious, preteen light of his life. This horrible, depraved scene was the fault of the witch, the specter, the horrible, vindictive ghost. Overwhelmed by the insanity of it, he came. He corrupted Emma Jean's innocent mouth with thick, warm cum. He saw the startled, frightened look on her face as he overwhelmed her with his unexpected issue. He felt her try to pull back, but it took a long moment for his brain to catch up with his need and he gushed all of his seed into her mouth before he could force himself to let go of her pretty face.
Spluttering, overwhelmed by the taste and texture of her daddy's unanticipated cum, Emma Jean reared back onto her haunches. Her wild eyes were huge with confusion, fear and something else, something that could only be described as unexpected triumph. She grabbed daddy's t-shirt from the side of the bed where he'd carelessly tossed it and tried to spit out the strange, oily substance, only to discover that it permeated her mouth no matter what she did.
"Oh god, Princess, I'm sorry, I'm so... oh no, not again!" daddy cried out. One second he was looking at his precious baby, the next he was looking into the eyes of the horrible specter. "I did what you wanted! Please, let her go!"
"NO!" the specter rasped as she advanced towards daddy once more. "NO! COMPLETE THE PAYMENT OR THE CHILD WILL SUFFER!" She climbed right back on top of him, straddling and advancing quickly. She kissed him hard, mouth open and tongue probing. His mind whirled at the taste of his own cum on his little daughter's lips. How could this have happened? This was wrong, but oh, god, it was also so right!
Daddy sank down under his daughter as she pressed him downwards. Without warning she shifted position until her irresistible little nipple appeared at his lips. It was a sin, but he knew the ghostly witch would punish his poor child if he didn't give in to her carnal desires. Even as his lips sucked in the tiny nubbin he found her other breast with his hand and kneaded the soft, tiny hill of nascent flesh. She arched her back in response, moaning in a voice that didn't quite sound like the witch. His other hand found the sweet curve of her ass and he pulled her tighter to his body.
"Oh god, daddy!" Emma Jean moaned. "Daddy! Why is she making me do this? Aghh." But at once the horrible witch took over from the little girl. "SILENCE," she rasped. "DO AS I BID! PAY THE PRICE OR SUFFER! SUFFER! SUFFER!"
Daddy pulled Emma Jean tighter, laving at her exposed, hard nipple. But she didn't stay for more. She shuffled up along his body, grabbed the headboard and settled her tender thighs around his head. Splaying out her legs, she forced her naked, hairless little cunt down onto daddy's eagerly waiting mouth. This was wrong, so wrong! But he didn't hesitate. He shoved his hungry tongue between the swollen hills of perfect, soft flesh and tasted her amazing wetness. She was so wet, so ready, so needy! The realization that his Princess was aroused made him nearly insane. His hands found her round little ass, cupping each perfect cheek. He pulled her down harder on his insatiable lips and tongue. He drank at his preteen daughter's cunny, fulfilling a terrible, dark fantasy he'd harbored for years.
The little girl, or the witch - for who could tell one from the other anymore - rewarded daddy's ardent slurping with a slowly-growing trembling and a rhythmic, breathy moaning. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" in time with slow undulations of her spine, hips and pelvis. She ground her virginal little pussy along daddy's mouth and chin. The trembling grew and grew. Were the words the raspy demands of the witch or was his little princess actually giving in to the intense pleasure from her daddy's tongue ravaging her sex? Was she trembling with the anticipation of a glorious climax or suffering from the ghost's demonic, dreadful possession? Daddy no longer cared. He was rock hard again, ready to show his baby what a man could really do - but not yet, not as long as her fantastic pussy tasted so wonderful and she was starting to writhe and scream and...
Emma Jean climaxed. Her body convulsed. Her words blurred together into one long "Daaaaaaaa..." Daddy licked, probed and twirled with his tongue, circling her tiny clit and laving hard around the edges of her labia, desperate to keep her orgasm strong and sustained. But the ghostly witch wasn't done with her victims. "PAY THE PRICE, IVAN DADE! PAY THE PRICE OR THE CHILD WILL SUFFER!" the specter managed to rasp out of Emma Jean's overwrought body.
In a flash, daddy slid out from underneath Emma Jean and whirled around to face her from behind. She clutched the headboard with tendons straining. He barely touched her before she pulled her knees closer together and raised her ass up into the air. She arched her back and presented her sopping, swollen little cunny like a cat in heat.
Ivan Dade would never know if it was his fear of the ghost-witch or the unbridled lust his luscious daughter had engendered that made him commit the culminating act, the betrayal of everything it meant to be a parent, the fulfillment of fantasies far too dark for him to admit he dreamed of. One arm grasped the child's middle. With the other hand he grabbed his cock, hoping that it wouldn't explode from need before he could put it to its ultimate use.
Emma Jean squealed as something much larger and harder than daddy's tongue swirled through her little pussy, teasing her, rubbing against her sensitive clit, warning her of something much more dangerous about to happen. "Daddy! I'm scared daddy, I'm scared!" But she knew in her heart that she and her precious daddy were beyond stopping. Her fear meant nothing. She knew nothing would ever be the same between them. But in that moment, despite her fear, she arched her back further and pushed back from the headboard.
"Aaaggghhhhh!" Emma Jean screamed as daddy entered her, deflowered her, stretched her open much farther than either of them could have thought possible. "Aaagghh!" she screamed again when daddy thrust deeper, then again as he pulled out and thrust into her once more. In seconds daddy was fucking her, stroke after stroke into her incredibly tight cunny. He controlled her hips with his hands and he controlled her soul with his cock. Her screams quickly turned to short bursts of uncontrolled pleasure. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" The end of his cock touched the deepest part of her over and over. Daddy was barely able to control himself enough to keep from ramming in too deep, too painfully. But this was his precious little Princess he was fucking. This was the light of his life, his one and only preteen goddess. He wasn't going to hurt her!
No, he was just going to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her!
Emma Jean's orgasm returned to full swing and her body shivered uncontrollably. But daddy held on tight and never stopped their frantic, energetic love making. The buildup towards his own orgasm was almost painfully slow. Inch by inch, gram by gram he felt the need slowly increasing. It was beautiful torture. He was going to cum! He was going to leave his seed in his amazing, sexy, gorgeous daughter! But he had to work for it - pumping faster and faster - heedless of her grunts and moans and pleas. Yes, it was coming, soon, he could feel it. Emma Jean's moans were hoarser, threadier. She was close to passing out from the long, long, non-stop assault on her perfect little body. But god, he was so close - it was coming.
Oh god, yes! Yes! Daddy came deep in Emma Jean's constricting, warm cunt. He left his seed inside her. Wave after wave. And she screamed for him as he shivered and held himself deep inside her. "Daddy, daddy, yes, yes, oh daddy!"
They collapsed together onto the mattress with daddy spooning his pretty girl and wrapping her in his arms, both of them shivering for long, wonderful moments. But finally daddy had to know.
"Princess?" he asked, "is she gone? Did we pay the price? Are you okay?"
"Y-yes, d-daddy," the sweet preteen stammered, overwhelmed by an experience she hadn't been prepared for. "Sh-she's gone, daddy."
"I'm so, so sorry, Princess," he whispered into her ear and gently kissed the back of her neck. But the little girl was already asleep in his arms.
Ivan Dade wiped a cloth across the steamy mirror and stared into his distraught face. Thick shaving cream threatened to drip off, but he could only stare. He'd fucked his little girl! He might have even enjoyed it - who was he kidding, he'd loved it, reveled in it, rejoiced in every second of it. His sweet innocent girl, defiled because he was a coward, afraid to stand up to nothing more than a feeble specter. He was a monster.
Thank god she didn't seem to remember. She said she remembered being frightened by a strange sound and climbing into his bed - but she believed she'd simply fallen asleep. She'd been so out of it, so exhausted. He'd slipped her nightgown back over her head without even waking her. What would he have done if she'd remembered! Oh god, it was too awful to contemplate.
He wiped the mirror again and stared into his haunted eyes. But something nagged at him. Something just wasn't right. A vengeful ghost? A murdered witch? No, don't think about that. He had to get ahold of himself. Guilt was eating him alive. How would he face his wife - even though she wouldn't know. He would know. And yet...
Who dares? Dares what? Something was wrong. He glanced at the bathroom door, wondering. Maybe a vengeful ghost wasn't the only way to explain ...
The building was old fashioned, with one feature a little girl would never imagine - keyholes. Emma Jean's daddy turned on the shower but he didn't get in. Instead, he knelt at the door and peered through the large keyhole.
Emma Jean waited until she heard the shower before she crawled out of daddy's bed. Ow! She nearly cried out in pain and surprise. She took another step and grimaced. Oh god, she was sore! Nobody told her fucking would make her so sore! Maybe it was just because it was her first time - and her daddy was so big. Are all men that big? Oh! She could barely walk and her whole lower half felt misshapen, but she soldiered on. She had evidence to hide before daddy got out of the shower!
There really wasn't that much evidence to hide. She just had to get down underneath daddy's bed where she'd strapped her portable bluetooth speaker, so that the sounds she broadcast - the sounds of the ghost and the chains and the terrifying 'who dares, who dares' - would practically rattle him out of his bed. All the rest had been acting - but daddy had to hear the sounds when she was still in her own bed, minding her own business.
She hadn't really meant to take it so far. She just wanted to touch daddy's penis. She'd heard so much, but it all seemed wrong - she wanted to know for herself. But one thing led to another. She couldn't stop as she got more excited. The way he touched her. The way he kissed her and licked her and palmed her little ass... and oh, god, the way he fucked her! It was worth being sore.
Preteen beauty Emma Jean buried her bluetooth speaker deep in her travel bag.
The little slut! daddy thought. She set me up! Ghost my ass. And she doesn't remember? Really? For Christ's sake she can barely walk. The little scamp. The gorgeous, amazing, sexy little slut. Oh shit. Oh god.
Daddy showered fast and shaved even faster. He stepped out into the room and told Emma Jean it was her turn. The second she was in the shower he grabbed her phone. It wasn't hard to find the recording of the ghost - proof.
He had plenty of time to think as his preteen primped in the bathroom. Then he slipped out for a few minutes.
"Princess, you can stop packing" daddy said as he reentered the room.
"Why, daddy?" Emma Jean said, startled.
"We have car trouble, baby. We're going to have to stay here another night - maybe two or three - while it gets fixed."
"Oh!" Emma Jean's eyes grew wider as she thought this through.
"I hope you're not too afraid of the ghost. They told me downstairs the ghost tends to haunt the same room several nights in a row." Daddy enjoyed the way his little girl gasped, then bit her lip as naughty plans formed in her young mind. Her face was so wonderfully and innocently transparent.
"Will you protect me from the ghost, daddy? Do you promise?"
Daddy took in the perfect form of his dark-haired eleven-year-old beauty for a long moment, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice as he spoke. "Oh, I promise, Princess. I promise"
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