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Subject: The Road to Hell (M/g, inc, pedo, cons, preg)
Date: Wed, 08 Sep 2004 16:28:17 -0700
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The Road to Hell (M/g, inc, pedo, cons, preg)
by Danyealle
Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.
I looked at her naked, sleeping form, all curled up in my bed, clutching
her stuffed cat to her chest, her chin resting on it then covered my
eyes and lowered my head, my face contorted in a mask of deep anguish.
I peeked through my fingers at her young body and wondered how in the
hell did I let it get so far to where I was now in this position? I
should have stopped it before it went too far.
On shaking legs, I walked to the chair in the corner and flopped heavily
into it, eyes on the floor, dejected and hating myself. I knew better!
How could I have let myself do it? I put my head in my hands and tried
to think.
No, I hadn't quite been myself since the divorce. Finding out about my
wife's cheating, the subsequent divorce, then the lengthy custody battle
over Lilith, our beautiful daughter, had taken a lot out of me, both
financially and emotionally, but I had won. I had full custody of my
princess, my angel, my darling precocious daughter, with that bitch of
an ex-wife of mine only getting visitation rights. Nine times out of
ten she didn't choose to exercise them, she was too busy. It broke my
heart to see my little Lily so sad after she would get her hopes up
about seeing mama.
I had flexible hours at work, so I was able to be home when she got home
from school and attend all her activities. I didn't go out or date, but
spent my time with the female that needed me most, my Lily.
It had been a year since the divorce and betrayal, but I still wasn't
over the hurt it caused. Depression washed over me from time to time. I
never laxed in my devotion to Lily however, or neglect any of her needs
or wants, but it sometimes made my judgment slip, allowing me to do
things I really shouldn't, or even think about things I shouldn't. Like
last night…
We were sitting in my big chair, watching one of her movies. She was
sitting on my lap with her back to me, legs draped over the outside of
my thighs. I had already gotten her dressed in her pajamas, an oversized
t-shirt, and she was wearing her big Pooh Bear slippers, clutching onto
the big orange stuffed cat I had given her for her last birthday. She
had already gotten her homework done and taken her bath without any foot
dragging or argument so she had been able to pick out a movie to watch
before bedtime. She had picked out 'Lilo and Stitch' then crawled up in
my lap to watch like she always did.
We had watched this movie many, many times together so I let my mind
wander while I held her and slowly sipped on my glass of scotch.
About midway through the movie, she looked up at me with those big brown
velvety eyes that always made me melt and give in to whatever she wanted
then asked, "Daddy, where do babies come from?"
I was a bit startled. I had not expected to get into this particular
subject for another few years yet. But I smiled down at her and stroked
her chestnut brown hair, "What makes you ask that question, Princess?"
She fidgeted around in my lap, clutching Jester closer to her, "Well,
Lacey's mommy is going to have a baby so I was wondering where they came
from."
That would definitely explain the question at this early age, I thought.
I kissed her on top of the head and wrapped my arms around her middle.
"Well Princess, when mommies and daddies decide they want to have a
baby, the daddy plants his seed inside the mommy where it meets and egg
she had then it grows into a baby inside her tummy."
Nodding, her dark solemn eyes looked into my face, "OK, I think I
understand, Daddy."
She smiled down at her, "Good, Princess. Do you have any more questions
about it?"
She twirled one lock of her hair around her finger, a thoughtful look on
her face for a minute before looking back up at me, "Yeah, how does the
daddy plant the seed inside the mommy?"
For the next hour or so, I answered all of her questions in a way she
could understand and truthfully. I was of the school of thought that
said if she was old enough to ask, she was old enough to get a truthful
answer. When we were done talking, it was time for her to go to bed.
As usual, I carried her to her room and tucked her in. After giving her
and Jester both a good night kiss she looked up at me and asked, eyes
dark and solemn, "Daddy, can you show me how daddies put the babies
inside mommies' tummies?"
I should have said 'no' right then and there, then said good night and
walked out. I SHOULD have, but I didn't. Maybe it was the scotch, but I
hadn't drunk enough to cloud my judgment. Maybe it was that I was
lonely, but never before had I longed for adult female company. Maybe
it was that my depression was turning self-destructive but it never had
before.
I didn't know what it was but something seemed to take over use of my
mouth, because I heard myself say to the most precious thing in my life,
"Does Daddy's Princess want Daddy to teach her to do what Mommies do?"
That couldn't be my voice, I thought. Never, ever had I even THOUGHT
about my Princess that way, NEVER. As a matter of fact, I had never
thought of any child that way, but here I was going to teach my little
girl about sex by the hands-on approach and my cock had hardened at the
thought of it! She nodded, her eyes never leaving my face, "Please, Daddy."
I stroked two fingers down the soft, unblemished skin of her cheek and
smiled at her, "OK Princess, lets go to Daddy's room and we'll start."
She gave me that smile that always melted my heart and held her arms out
to me, still holding Jester, "Carry me, Daddy."
I scooped her up and held her close, one arm around her back and one arm
under her bottom. She pressed her body tight to mine and rested her
head on my shoulder, Jester clutched tightly to her chest.
I sat her down on the edge of the bed then crouched down in front of
her, putting my hand on her chubby little knee, looking her in the eyes,
"Now Princess, you know Daddy loves you very, very much and would never,
ever do anything to hurt you right?"
She nodded, "Yes Daddy."
I rubbed her knee reassuringly, "Good, some of what I may do may make
you a bit uncomfortable but it won't hurt." I leaned forward and kissed
her on the end of her cute little button nose while I slid my hands up
under the tail of her nightie, then grabbed the cute Scooby Doo
underwear I had bought her down her little legs and dropped them onto
the floor. Alarm bells screamed in my head, telling me to stop and go
no further, but I ignored them. I took Jester from her while I stripped
her nightgown over her head then I handed him back to her.
She clutched him tight to her flat chest, looked at me wide-eyed, and
shivered a bit, her now nude body covered in goose bumps.
I stroked her hair softly and smiled re-assuringly at her, then pushed
her flat on the bed on her back. I took her chubby little ankles
between my fingers and lifted her legs up, the way I used to do when I
had changed her diapers, and then I bent her knees to the sides so that
I could see all that was between her spread little legs. Before my eyes
was her bare little pussy, not a wisp of hair on it, the puffy little
mons surrounding the vertical little slit. Below that, her chubby
little ass cheeks were spread enough for me to see the little pink
rosebud asshole.
She lay there, still, like the good little girl that she was, and looked
at me with those dark, trusting eyes of hers, Jester held against her
flat little chest, not moving.
I smiled at her reassuringly, then stroked up and down the cleft between
her mons, feeling her shiver slightly. "This is your baby girl pussy."
I gently parted those puffy little lips and gazed for the first time
at her tight little hole and at her underdeveloped little clit no bigger
than a BB. I ran the tip of my finger over the hole a couple times to
see if it would get moist. It didn't. With my hand never leaving her
little pussy, I grabbed the tube of KY Jelly out of my nightstand and
squirted a generous dollop onto her hole, rubbing it around before I
started to ease my finger inside.
She squealed loudly and wiggled around a bit, biting her bottom lip but
never asked me to stop.
I gently stroked her hair and smiled reassuringly, "I know it's
uncomfortable, Princess. Just bear with it, it'll stop shortly."
With those trusting eyes she looked up at me, "OK, Daddy."
As I started to move it in and out, I put my thumb on the little bump of
her clitty and started to rub it, feeling her body tremble and shiver, a
soft whimper coming from her.
While I loosened up her virgin hole, I undid my pants and let them drop
to my ankles. My cock was so hard it hurt! I could see it throbbing
and the slit was shiny with pre-cum. Grasping it, I held it to my lips
and instructed her how she should lick it for me. Being the good little
girl that she was she did just what Daddy told her to do. Soon, as I
started moving a finger in and out of her tight little cunny, my little
Princess had Daddy's cock in her mouth and was sucking it.
It was by my finger that my little Princess had her first orgasm.
Squealing loudly and wiggling all over the bed, I felt her tight hole
pulse around my fingers. It was then that I decided she was ready for
her Daddy's cock.
On her back with her chubby legs resting on my thighs I slid my cock
into her tight hole, taking her virginity. She tensed up a bit and bit
her bottom lip, but didn't cry out as I slid all the way into her. So
tight and warm she was that it didn't take me long to cum. When I
pulled it out, it was streaked with blood.
After cuddling her for a few minutes I got up and got a wet washcloth.
Ever so gently, I cleaned off her delicate little petals, and held her
to me as she fell asleep.
I was still thinking when she awoke and sat up, rubbing the sleep from
her eyes with her fists. I smiled at her, then went over and sat on the
bed, pulling her onto my lap. I was intending to apologize to her and
promise never let it happen again when she looked up at me and asked,
"Daddy, can I stay home from school today, so I can practice being a
mommy again?"
God help me, but I said yes, and thus started my downward spiral.
On and on it went. I taught her more every day until I couldn't have
stopped even if I had wanted to. I enjoyed it too much. I made my
little Princess into Daddy's slutty little whore. It spiraled so out of
control that even her punishments became sexual in nature. I couldn't stop.
Then at 16, my world started to crash. She said the six words I most
dreaded, "Daddy, I'm pregnant and it's yours." A shot to the balls is
what it was, but like the good Daddy I had deluded myself into thinking
I was, I took her to have an abortion. After that, every time she
looked at me I could see the accusation in her eyes. I was too deluded
to see the change in her.
At 19 my Princess was a drug addict that had been in and out of rehab
several times. I couldn't figure out what I had done that could have
pushed her to drugs, never connecting our 'special games' to the pain
she was feeling. How stupid I was.
At 21 she was finally clean and sober and stayed that way. I was so
proud, like I had done all the work myself, stupid fool that I was. She
started therapy then decided she couldn't see me for a while so she
could 'get herself together'. She called me twice a year to let me know
she was alive, but wouldn't tell me where she was. I was heartbroken.
What could I have done that was so horrible to make my Princess not want
to see me? Stupid idiotic fool!
It is now 25 years since I first touched my little girl. She is 33 now
and all grown up. And I am in the hospital for the final time, waiting
to die. They tell me the cancer started in my colon then spread like
wild fire. I am hooked up to all kinds of machines to keep me alive,
including a tube down my throat to help me breathe.
I wake up from a drug-hazed sleep and who is standing by my bed? My
Princess! She had finally come to see her loving Daddy! She does love
me! But there is something in those eyes I don't understand. They are
no longer loving, but filled with hate and anger. I crinkled my eyes up
in a way that I hoped would convey how happy I was to see her.
She stepped closer to my bed and looked down at me, quiet, for a couple
minutes. Then she spoke. Not that soft, sweet voice I remember so well
but a hard, cold voice filled with anger. "Do you have any idea how
much you hurt me, Daddy? How much pain and damage you have caused me?
You HURT me, Daddy. You took from me what you had no right to take.
You turned me into something awful. You made me into something I
despise. You had no right!"
I looked at her confused. Me hurt her? Never! I loved her and never
did anything to hurt her, ever. I did just what she had asked me to do.
"I was eight, Daddy." she hissed. "It was your job to say no. You were
the adult. It wasn't right. It was your responsibility to say no and
you didn't! I was your daughter, not your wife. How could you? I
trusted and loved you."
I was confused. I was a wonderful loving Daddy, everyone said so. Our
'games' were fun. They couldn't have hurt her!
She stared down at me, hatred etched on her beautiful face. "I can't
trust anyone because of you. I can't even let a man touch me without
feeling like I am going to puke because of you."
I tried to reach out my hand to her but she looked at it like it was
disgusting. She was quiet for a minute, head lowered, no sound in the
room but the hiss of the machines and her ragged breath. When she
looked back at me again her eyes gleamed like they used to. That's my
Princess! "They tell me that there is no hope left for you, and that
you are going to die."
I nodded sadly, looking into those eyes that still made me melt.
"They tell me it would be more humane if I turned off the machines and
let you go because you are in so much pain." She stepped closer to the
bed and smiled down at me, "I told them no. I told them that I want
them to use all means necessary to keep you alive for as long as possible."
I gave her an anguished look.
She leaned over me and whispered; "Now you are going to know how you
made me hurt and suffer Daddy. You will finally understand how you made
me feel." Then she turned and walked out the door.
But…but…but… Princess! I was a good Daddy! I never hurt you, ever!
How could you do this to me?