The Little Girl and the Fairytales

-by Alvo Torelli, September, 2021

(If you haven't read Part 1, please go here first )

Part 2: The Ravished Little Princess in the Dark Forest of the Black Witch

AJ did, after all, take Crystal out shopping for school supplies. As they drove across town, from store to store, both of them were uncomfortable, unable to look the other in the eye. Their mutual, shy discomfort blossomed to full-on blushing embarrassment when they had to go into a department store to pick out new school clothes and they both realized that Crystal needed new underthings.

But later, in the car on the way home, AJ screwed up his courage and gently placed his hand on Crystal’s leg. The pretty little thing's gasp was barely audible. Then she quietly put her hand on her daddy's and they drove home in comfortable silence as if nothing had happened between them.

But something had happened between them. It was undeniable. AJ can’t stop thinking about it, replaying every second of it. And those visions only drive him to more and more desire for his little daughter, a desire that can only be slightly quenched in his marital bed.

Crystal starts the fourth grade on Tuesday. AJ tries to use work to keep his mind off his pretty daughter. He wonders if she thinks about him as often as he dreams about her. He dissects every moment of their fairytale. Why did he do this or that? Why does he want to do it again? He mustn't do it again!

Inevitably, another Saturday comes around. And inevitably, Mommy needs to go to the office. To his credit, AJ tries to talk her out of it, trying to prevent being left alone again with his attractive, sweet daughter. Their argument turns ugly and Mommy storms out of the house. Crystal’s worried, big green eyes peek out from behind her big, leather-bound fairytale book. Daddy looks at her, shivers, and closes his eyes. She smiles, then bites her lip.

“Daddy? Can we play a game?”

Jesus. Fuck! Say no, AJ tells himself. But instead… “What kind of game, baby?”

“A fairytale game?” the sweetest little voice asks.

AJ breaks. A week of repressed desire explodes, overcoming his defenses. A week of fantasies comes back to the surface. His cock twitches in his sweat pants. “Have you heard the fairytale about the Ravished Little Princess in the Evil Forest of the Black Witch?”

Crystal’s eyes flare behind her gold glasses. The big book drops to her lap. “No, Daddy. I haven’t read that one. It’s not in my book. What does ravished…?” But the little girl blushes, as if, perhaps, she knows. “What happens in that fairytale?” she asks instead, then bites her small, trembling lip.

AJ hesitates. Is he really going to…? It’s a stupid question to ask himself. He knows he’s not strong enough. He rises and puts out his hand to his daughter. She stands and takes his hand. As his eyes hungrily wander up and down her delicate form, in a short, slinky nightgown of pastel blue that sets off her long red hair, she gives a shiver that betrays her trepidation and makes his cock twitch. “Well,” he begins, “this is a frightening tale of danger and bravery about the most beautiful little princess in the whole world.” As he speaks, AJ leads the thin child slowly across the house, into the hallway, step by step, closer to her parent’s bedroom.

“Does it have a happy ending, daddy?”

“Oh, I hope it will have a very happy ending, baby. But at first, it might be scary. You see, what happened was that the little princess was so beautiful that it angered the Black Witch because the witch thought that she was supposed to be the most beautiful. But all the people whispered that the princess, even though she was still quite little, had grown to be more beautiful than the witch. And the witch, being a witch after all, and the Black Witch at that was told everything the people said by her spies, the evil butterflies!”

“Evil butterflies?” Crystal asks, startled.

“Of course! In this kingdom, the butterflies were servants of the Black Witch. They were very pretty, and naturally, they were all black, but they were very evil.” AJ answers with a grin. It wouldn’t do to have the story be TOO scary, not with what he has in mind.

“Oh! Evil black butterflies! But…, what did the bad witch do?”

“The Black Witch sent her evil butterflies to chase the little princess. Oh no, what’s that? Princess, I hear the flutter of their wings! Run!”

With a delighted squeal, Crystal takes off running down the hall crying, “No, no, butterflies, leave me alone!”

As the little girl dashes about, AJ steps into his own bedroom and continues the story, knowing she won’t run too far to hear him. “And what happened then was,” he pauses, steeling himself. “That the poor little princess realized the butterflies were chasing her into the dark, evil forest.” Of course, Crystal knows her role in the fantasy, so she lets the invisible butterflies chase her into the evil forest of daddy’s bedroom. As she crosses the threshold, AJ douses the lights, throwing the big room into gloom, the only light coming through from the hallway.

“It got darker and darker as she ran deeper into the dark forest, pursued by the evil butterflies.” Crystal runs from one side of the dim room to the other and AJ partially closes the door to increase the darkness. “The poor princess had to dodge the butterflies and the scary vines that seemed to be trying to grab her. Truly this was the Black Witch’s enchanted forest, for the very trees and vines were alive and grasping and menacing. But soon it was too dark to run. She could barely see at all. The princess had to make her way very slowly through the forest.”

As Crystal slows to a crawl, still pretending to be frightened of the dark forest and its evil vines, AJ steps up behind her and takes her by the shoulders. She gasps, then bites her lip, but she holds still, waiting. AJ carefully removes the child’s wire glasses and then, before she can react, he pulls a blindfold over her eyes.

“And then, the forest went completely dark!” AJ declares. ”The little princess was completely blind!” Crystal gasps with fright and instinctively raises her small hands to rip away the blindfold, but AJ holds it firm until she gets control of herself and gets back into the swing of the game.

“No, please, butterflies – go away!” Crystal sings out and she bats at the invisible butterflies.

AJ quickly reopens the door, flooding the bedroom with light that Crystal can’t see. Then he takes the next step in their naughty fairytale.

“But the butterflies enjoy tormenting the poor little princess,” he says. “They fly at her from everywhere and grab at her, pulling away all her clothing to leave her defenseless in the dark forest.” And with that, AJ takes the hem of this daughter's short nightgown and quickly lifts the garment upwards. She gives a startled gulp, but she raises her arms and lets him pull the slinky garment off. Then it's AJ's turn for a startled gulp when he sees that his little girl wears no underthings.

Crystal is completely naked but for her blindfold.

Recovering quickly, AJ continues. “Despite the dark, the little princess tried and tried to escape the dark forest. But more and more of the witch’s evil vines reach out to try and grab her!”

Something grabs at Crystal’s ankle and she cries out, then gropes her way away from it. On the other side, something almost grabs her wrist, but she manages to pull away and flee. Again, then again, she barely manages to evade the evil vines trying to grasp her, not knowing that she’s being driven to just the right position.

“If only she could have escaped the grasping vines!” Aj says. “But what happened then was…” He grabs her ankle firmly and twists just so. “That one of the vines grabbed her ankle and made her fall to the forest floor.” Even as his daughter is pitched face down on his big bed, he quickly tightens a loop of soft silk rope around her ankle.

Crystal gives a real squeak of blind terror when something really does grab her ankle and it really does pitch her forward onto daddy’s bed. She lands on her stomach on the soft, fuzzy covers that feel like the moss of a forest floor. But before she can do anything, she feels the dark forest’s vines wrap tight around her ankle.

“And once she was down, the magic vines, which almost seemed alive, grabbed ahold of the frightened little princess from every side!”

In a panic, Princess Crystal kicks out with her bound leg, but that just gives the dark forest vines time to grab her other ankle and flip her over onto her back. She screams again when her bound ankle is yanked towards the edge of the bed that's serving as the soft forest floor. She tries to sit up, but she's jerked by her other ankle and she flops back, helpless. In a flash, the vines are firmly wrapped around her second ankle and her thin, delicate legs are pulled wide. Crystal struggles against the vines she can’t see. It’s no use! More vines grab her wrists, first the right, then the left. They attach tightly around the slender joints, then pull out to the sides, stretching the poor, brave little princess out on the forest floor.

AJ shivers with excitement. His gorgeous, ginger daughter is bound with thick, soft black ropes, naked and spread-eagle on his bed. His own brave little princess – helpless in her fairytale world. Blind to the real danger standing right in front of her.

“And what happened then was," AJ says, "that the Black Witch came to the dark forest and she smiled her evil smile at the princess. 'You'll never escape!' the Black Witch cackled." AJ does his best to cackle like the witch would. "'The only thing that could ever break my spell' she said, 'is a blood kiss from a handsome prince who truly loves you! It will never happen. Not with my butterfly guards on duty!' And with that, the Black Witch waved her wand and turned two of her butterfly spies into gigantic, fire-breathing, man-eating, metal-coated butterfly guards. In a swirling cloud of smoke, the Black Witch disappeared, leaving the poor princess forever bound and helpless in the dark forest.”

“Fire-breathing butterflies?” Crystal manages to whisper in a quavering little voice.

“Oh yes, fire-breathing – and man-eating - very, very scary,” her daddy replied.

The blindfolded little girl tests her bonds, discovering just how real they are. “And what happened then?” her small voice asks with a hint of real worry. Perhaps this fairytale is more frightening than she ever imagined.

But there’s no answer to the little girl’s plaintive question. There’s no sound at all. She can’t see her daddy looking down at her amazing, bound figure, legs spread apart to reveal her precious sex, her amazing ginger locks floating about as she twists and struggles. She can’t see the look of excitement on his face as she strains at the ropes. She doesn’t understand why he doesn’t continue their game. She can’t know the powerful feelings that will overtake her young, innocent mind when her bondage, combined with her blindness, continues on and on and no one will answer her increasingly upset, frightened pleas.

Daddy’s brave little princess struggles against the ropes, but her struggles just emphasize how helpless she is. She begs. She pleads. She tries the ropes again, then again. It seems like hours! Did something happen to daddy? Will she be tied up like this forever? No! Please! She’s going insane. And the more she struggles, the more her little pussy tingles and throbs with anticipation! How can it be so exciting to be so helpless?

In reality, it’s hardly half an hour before Crystal finally hears something. But she would swear it was several hours. Crashing and banging come from far away, then draw closer. Yells and grunts, the clang of metal on metal. She can almost see the epic battle between her handsome prince and the giant, fire-breathing butterflies. Two final crashes ring out and then someone is there, breathing hard, smelling masculine to her heightened senses, disturbing the soft forest floor as he kneels nearby.

“And what happened then was,” AJ pants out, recovering from his mighty battle with the giant fire-breathing butterflies, “that a prince who'd heard rumors of the plight of the brave little princess came into the forest to rescue her. In the dim light of the dark forest, he had a mighty battle with the man-eating butterflies, but he chopped off all of their wings and legs with his mighty sword and left them to wriggle on the ground like worms."

“Did he save the princess?” Crystal whispers with awe.

“At first, he couldn’t find the princess! It was too dark. But then the prince chopped off the heads of the huge butterflies and they were transformed, all of a sudden, into a cloud of tiny, baby dragons!”

“Dragons? Oh, no! Did the dragons try to eat the prince?” Crystal asks with all sincerity, but she can barely stop a giggle.

“Of course they didn’t try to eat him!” AJ said indignantly, but he, too, grinned like mad. “They were baby dragons and everyone knows baby dragons are very sweet and kind. And the swarm of baby dragons used their fire-breathing to light up the dark forest and led the prince to the poor, bound princess.”

“Oh, good. Does the prince save the princess now?”

“Well, the prince looked down on the beautiful ginger-haired little princess and he knew at once that he would love her forever. But as hard as he chopped and chopped at the vines that bound her on the ground, none of the vines would part. And so, he did the only thing he could think of, something he’d heard of only in fairytales.”

“What did he…” But the little girl’s question is ended by the handsome prince’s gentle lips on hers. Their kiss is long, deep, then deeper. The hair on the prince’s bare chest presses into the princess’s bare chest. His hands glide along her sides, over her little ass, up the coltish legs that squeeze around his torso. She wants to run her fingers through the dark hair that she can’t see. But of course, she can’t.

AJ shifts his lips to the edge of her jaw, then nibbles down to her throat. When she arches her back and grips his sides harder with her legs, he whispers, with his lips still gently tormenting her smooth, young skin, "But what happened then…" He licks slowly up along her neck to the back of her ear. She shivers and strains at all the ropes tying her to the bed. "Was…," another lick, another shiver, "that the prince became distraught, because the evil, dark forest vines still wouldn't let go of the beautiful little princess. He didn't know what to do!"

“Oh, oh, oh!” Crystal moans as her daddy kisses down her front, then takes one of her nipples between his lips and sucks it in, teasing it hard with his tongue. “Oh, maybe…, maybe…, oh, maybe the prince should give the princess a magic kiss! Agh!”

“A magic kiss?” the prince asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. With one last rasp across the little girl’s second nipple, he trails licks and kisses down the smooth skin of her flat stomach and over the bulging, blushing mound just above her sex. The little gasp she gives when his tongue forces past her outer lips and into the sweet, hot cunny is music. The way her back arches and she can’t stop pressing herself harder against his probing lips and tongue spurs him on. She mewls and strains at her bondage, not to escape to but hold him tighter.

Without pausing the torment of his little daughter’s pussy and clit, AJ slides a hand under her small ass and lifts her, bodily, so that he can slide a large pillow underneath her. The extra height tightens the ropes that bind her ankles and forces her legs farther apart. He plunges deeper into her forbidden, virgin sex. He drinks her flowing, excited juices and attacks her tiny clitoris over and over.

Crystal goes mad. She squirms, fights, moans, tenses every muscle. There’s something about the pull of the awful ropes, the sense of helpless violation, that makes it all so much worse – and so much better – at the same time. Daddy’s tongue invades her most private, sensitive, personal space and she’s powerless to stop him. It’s wonderful! She doesn’t realize that she’s crying and moaning, even screaming, as Daddy rapes her cunny with his tongue.

AJ can tell when his bound little girl is on the edge of orgasm, quivering from head to toe, thrashing against her bondage, and grasping at his tongue. He can tell she's ready – and without warning, he stops his energetic kiss – their 'magic kiss.'

“No! Please! Daddy!” are the only words Crystal’s fevered mind can muster.

“But what happened then was…,” AJ croaks out in his excitement, “that even a magic kiss wouldn’t free the most beautiful princess from the witch’s evil forest vines. He didn’t know what to do. He didn't know how to save the princess! Even the swarm of baby dragons who swirled around and around couldn't tell him how to save her. Was there no one who knew the secret to save the princess?"

“Daddy!” Crystal moans again. She arches, desperately trying to get her little pussy back in contact with his talented tongue. Now she truly understands the depth of her helpless position.

And then she remembers; somehow the words come back to her. “Oh! Daddy! The witch said it takes a ‘blood kiss,’ Daddy! A blood kiss from a handsome prince who truly loves her!”

“Oh no, not a blood kiss,” AJ says, “the princess was too young and innocent for a blood kiss. The prince couldn’t do that!”

“Yes! Yes, he can, he can. On please, please, please! Daddy! If you truly love me, give me a blood kiss!”

It’s only after she’s begged that Crystal realizes that her daddy has moved, that he’s hovering above her small body. Instinctively, she pulls at the ropes. Sudden fear sweeps through her. What did she just beg for? What is a blood kiss? But part of her knows, even before she feels something sluicing along through the wet, warm, excited trough of her little pussy, grinding against her, promising much more. Part of her knows that Daddy’s cock is meant for something more than the magic kiss she gave it with her young lips. Part of her understands that she’s just begged her daddy, her handsome prince, to do something unbelievable to her tiny, innocent body. And that part of her knows how very much she wants him to do it!

But part of the little girl has been told for so long, for so many times, that this is wrong. No man is supposed to do what Daddy is about to do! Not when she’s so little, so young, so vulnerable. “Oh, no, Daddy! You can’t!” that part of the little girl squeaks out.

“But I’m your only chance, brave little princess,” AJ growls, tilting his hips back and forth to grind his throbbing cock against his daughter’s cunt. Her face, even blindfolded, is an intoxicating combination of desire and fear and shock. She wants him and she doesn’t! But he’s seen the way she looks when he takes charge, when he makes the decision for her, when he forces her. “I’m your handsome prince who truly loves you and only a blood kiss can free you from the evil dark forest!”

“Daddy! No, no… agghhh!”

The little girl screams ‘no,’ but her body screams ‘yes’ and, in the end, it doesn’t matter because AJ is too far gone to stop. Holding himself just above her with one arm, his other hand guides the pulsing head of his cock into her tight embrace.

“Aghhh! Daddy!”

She’s sopping. She’s engorged. She’s trembling all over, ready for him.

“Aghhh! Please! I’m scared!”

Crystal feels the beast pressing open her tender lips. She knows how big it is! She remembers how her mouth had to stretch to get around it, how her thin fingers barely encompassed it, how it throbbed under her lips and touch. There’s nothing in the world the little princess wants more than her daddy’s attention, his touch, his love. But he can’t possibly get that huge thing inside her, down there. Her wrists strain at the ropes in her desperate need to push him away, but she’s completely at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants to her. “No! Daddy! Please!” the little girl cries out. But even as she screams, that other part of her marvels at the excitement of being helpless and knowing that daddy is about to change her life forever, whether she wants him to or not.

“Dadddddyy!” both parts of the little girl cry out.

Daddy thrusts. He tears apart the flimsy flesh that proves this has never happened before. She’s tight, but he’s determined. A stroke, another, he’s deep inside her. He presses, deeper, deeper still. His cock head presses against the center of her being, denying him the ability to embed his full length in her young, little body.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Daddy!”

The handsome prince has always truly loved the brave little princess, and now, as he fucks her hard, his love for her explodes. All of the fears that have dogged him for days: is she too small, will he hurt her, will she tell on him, can she stand the ropes, will she cum when he penetrates her, will she still love him, is he a monster – all his fears are washed away by the overwhelming moment. His cock spreads her tight tunnel apart, again and again, whether she wants it to or not. Her cries of fear and pain quickly change to moans of pleasure, ecstasy, and ultimately, orgasm, as her little body writhes beneath him and strains at her bonds. All his worries are nothing before this amazing, powerful feeling.

AJ rips the blindfold from the little girl’s face. He has to see her whole face; he has to read every emotion, know that he’s brought her ultimate pleasure despite his aggressive dominance. Her face is so beautiful, but her eyes roll back in her head as he continues to fuck her with long, fast, desperate strokes. She looks so tiny! She’s so vulnerable – and he revels in the ultimate advantage he takes of that vulnerability. Her body shakes with orgasm, an orgasm she can’t escape.

Oh, god, he’s close. She’s so tight, so pretty, so innocent. Her cunny is amazing. Her moans of anguished pleasure are intoxicating. He fucks her faster, then faster still. Oh, god, it’s so…, so…, ohhh!

And what happened then was that the handsome prince fills the womb of the brave little princess with hot, thick cum.

Some minutes later, still breathing like a sprinter after a race, AJ pulls his shrinking cock from Crystal's well-stretched cunny, repositions his longer, heftier body, and brings his lips down to kiss his gorgeous ginger daughter. Her heart races under his chest. She breathes in little pants, but she kisses him back. Even as they kiss, he reaches out to the end of her arm and frees her from the silken rope. The other wrist goes as quickly. And he gives a small moan of pleasure when the child immediately wraps her thin arms around his neck and pulls him tighter.

Amazingly, as if on cue, the phone rings, again.

“AJ, are you there?” Mommy’s voice drifts from the old-style answering machine. “Pick up if you’re… Oh, never mind. Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I had to work today and I’m sorry we had a fight. I’ll try to make it up to you. I hope you and Crystal can do something fun today. Take her to a movie or something, okay? I'll see you two… Oh, and, if you go out, we could use some…, no, never mind. Have fun, I'll see you tonight."

“And what happened then was…,” Crystal whispers to her daddy, clutching him tight against her naked chest, “that the blood kiss freed the little princess and she and the handsome prince, who truly loved her, lived happily ever after. Again.”

If you'd like, please continue to Part 3: Little Red Ridden Hard .

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