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The Road to Hell... - (Mg, incest)
By Danyealle
He looked at her naked, sleeping form all curled up in his bed, clutching her stuffed cat to her chest, her chin resting on it then covered his eyes and lowered his head, his face contorted in a mask of deep anguish. He peeked through his fingers at her young body and wondered how in the hell did he let it get so far to where he was now in this position? He should have stopped it before it went too far.
On shaking legs he walked to the chair in the corner and flopped heavily into it, eyes on the floor, dejected and hating himself. He knew better! How could he have let himself do it? He put his head in his hands and tried to think.
No, he hadn't quite been himself since the divorce. Finding out about his wife's cheating, the subsequent divorce, then lengthy custody battle over Lilith, their beautiful daughter, had taken a lot out of him both financially and emotionally, but he had won. He had full custody of his princess, his angel, his darling precocious daughter with that bitch of an ex-wife of his only getting visitation rights. Nine time out of ten she didn't chose to exercise them, she was too busy. It broke his heart to see his little Lily so sad after she would get her hopes up about seeing Mama.
He had flexible hours at work so he was able to be home when she got home from school and attend all her activities. He didn't go out or date but spent his time with the female that needed him most, his Lily.
It had been a year since the divorce and betrayal but he still wasn't over the hurt it caused. Depression washed over him from time to time. He never laxed in his devotion to lily however, or neglected any of her needs or wants, but it sometimes made his judgment slip allowing him to do things he really shouldn't or even think about things he shouldn't. Like last night...
They were sitting in his big chair watching one of her movies. She was sitting on his lap with her back to him, legs draped over the outside of his thighs. He 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 he 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 his lap to watch like she always did.
They had watched this movie many, many times together so he let his mind wander while he held her and slowly sipped on his glass of scotch.
About midway through the movie she looked up at him with those big brown velvety eyes that always made him melt and give in to whatever she wanted then asked, "Daddy, where do babies come from?"
He was a bit startled. He had not expected to get into this particular subject for another few years yet. But he smiled down at her and stroked her chestnut brown hair, "What makes you ask that question, Princess?"
He fidgeted around in his 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, he thought. He kissed her on top of the head and wrapped his 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 his 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 him, "Yeah, how does the daddy plant the seed inside the mommy?"
For the next hour or so he answered all of her questions in a way she could understand and truthfully. He 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 they were done talking it was time for her to go to bed. As usual he carried her to her room and tucked her in. After giving her and Jester both a good night kiss she looked up at him and asked, eyes dark and solemn, "Daddy, can you show me how daddies put the babies inside mommies' tummies?"
She should have said no right then and there, then said good night and walked out. He SHOULD have, but he didn't. Maybe it was the scotch, but he hadn't drunk enough to cloud his judgment. Maybe it was that he was lonely but never before had he longed for adult female company. Maybe it was that his depression was turning self destructive but it never had before. He didn't know what it was, but something seemed to take over use of his mouth because he heard himself say to the most precious thing in his life, "Does Daddy's Princess want Daddy to teach her to do what Mommies do?" That couldn't be his voice he thought. Never, ever had he even THOUGHT about his Princess that way, NEVER. As a matter of fact, he had never thought of any child that way but here he was going to teach his little girl about sex by the hand on approach and his cock had hardened at the thought of it! She nodded, her eyes never leaving his face, "Please Daddy."
He stroked two fingers down the soft, unblemished skin of her cheek and smiled at her, "OK Princess, let's go to Daddy's room and we'll start."
She gave him that smile that always melted his heart and held her arms out to him, still holding Jester, "Carry me, Daddy."
He scooped her up and held her close, one arm around her back and one arm under her bottom. She pressed her body tight to his and rested her head on his shoulder, Jester clutched tightly to her chest.
He sat her down on the edge of the bed then crouched down in front of her, putting his 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."
He rubbed her knee reassuringly, "Good, some of what I may do may make you a bit uncomfortable, but it won't hurt." He leaned forward and kissed her on the end of her cute little button nose while he slid his hands up under the tail of her nightie, then grabbed the cute Scooby Doo underwear he had bought her down her little legs and dropped them onto the floor. Alarm bells screamed in his head, telling him to stop and go no further but he ignored them. He took Jester from her while he stripped her nightgown over her head then he handed him back to her.
She clutched him tight to her flat chest and looked at him 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 under developed little clit no bigger than a bebe. 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 and rubbed 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 her 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 three fingers in and out of her tight little cunny my little Princess had Daddys' 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 wash cloth. Ever so gently I cleaned off her delicate little petals, then 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 connection 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 after 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 the throat to help me breath.
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 you.
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, 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?

RoadtoHell