I found my Daddy's sex-doll, hidden away in his closet... and I just couldn't resist, turning it into a Voodoo-doll of myself!
I was humming happily as I came through the door, toeing off my shoes and hanging my jacket on the hook. I always loved this time of year, with the leaves all turning such lovely colours, and a crisp bite in the air. It was just two weeks before Halloween, the most important night of the year for witches like me. But that was a secret, of course; none of my girlfriends at school had any idea what I was, or even that magic was real. Our ancestors had learned the hard way what happened when the normies found out about what we could do. It was difficult, having to keep such a big secret like that... but they were still my best friends, even if I couldn't tell them everything. Jenny, my best-best friend, was the reason I was so excited; her big brother Tyler was in a fraternity, and she'd finally gotten him to agree to get us in to the big Halloween party they had coming up, as long as we all dressed up to look like we belonged, so nobody would guess we were really just high school girls. It was going to mean a really long night for me, since I'd have to wait until after I got home from the party before I could start the rituals of gratitude and connection I needed to do that night... but I was far too excited about my first college party to let that get in my way!
I darted up the stairs, dropping my backpack next to my desk in my room and heading for Daddy's. It had been a little over six years now... but I knew he still had all of Mom's dresses and things, hanging up in his big walk-in closet. I was hoping I could find one that would work, something really sexy and adult-looking, that I could use to build a costume around. I opened his closet doors—
“Eeep!” I shrieked, stumbling back and nearly falling on my ass. My eyes were wide, my heart pounding in my chest... it took me a moment to recognize what I was seeing.
“Oh, Daddy...” I sighed, slowly shaking my head. “This is so not healthy!” I stepped inside to get a closer look. The doll was life-sized and shockingly realistic looking, sitting on a chair at the back of the closet. She looked just like Mom... pale skin, long, straight black hair, bright green eyes, short and petite, but with full, perky C-cup breasts. She was naked—except for a pair of sexy red high heels—and I felt myself starting to blush as I noticed the pinkness of her nipples and pussy lips. I bit my lip, stepping closer... I poked the side of the doll's breast, giggling as I watched it jiggle. It didn't behave quite like a real one would have... but it was surprisingly close.
It was then that I suddenly realized; if the doll looked like Mom... then it also looked like me!
“No...” I gasped, my eyes going even wider. It... it couldn't be, could it? Daddy had to be thinking of Mom when he used that thing... not me! But... what if he did? Even if only sometimes? Even if he didn't mean to, but the thoughts just slipped in once in a while, all on their own, as he was in the middle of fucking her? I chewed my lip, rubbing my skinny little thighs together under my school skirt, my nipples hardening as I imagined it. I... I'd always had a little crush. I think it was normal... don't all little girls have crushes on their daddies, at some point in their lives? Only... mine had never quite gone away, the way it was supposed to. And after Mom died... I'd be lying if I said I'd never fantasized about taking her place. I knew it could never happen, of course... but that didn't stop me from dreaming about it! I touched myself every night before falling asleep, imagining Daddy coming into my room, climbing into bed with me and pulling down my panties... making me his!
What if... I stopped myself, shaking my head in denial of the horrible, evil idea that had suddenly popped into my head. I couldn't! But...
I chewed my lip, trying to convince myself not to go through with it. It was a losing battle. I tried to pick her up—she was much heavier than I was expecting! Daddy was so tall, and strong, I bet he could pick her up and throw her around without even thinking about it, the same as he could do to me when we wrestled and played. But for me... I eventually figured out something that would work, getting her up onto my shoulder, with her chest draping down over my back, and her legs in front of my chest.
I carried her carefully down to the basement, extending my hand and working the small spell to open the door; we didn't rely just on locks, not for something this important, when I always had my friends coming over unannounced! I got her down into the center of the ritual circle... it was a good thing she wasn't real, or that bump on the head I'd just given her would have hurt! But I got her into place, that was the important thing. Then I lit a candle (we had no overhead lights down here, no electricity at all), and got down to work.
Poppets are... tricky. 'Voodoo dolls', to those who don't know any better. They're not exactly 'black' magic... but they're certainly grey. You can use them to punish people who legitimately deserve it, but you have to make really sure you're doing it for the right reasons; only for justice, never out of hatred, or to seek revenge. Otherwise your emotions taint the spell, and whatever you do to the doll will come back on you threefold. I'd never made one before. I'd been tempted, more than once... kids can be cruel, and I'd run into more than my share of mean-girls growing up. But Mom and Daddy had stressed the potential consequences, and I'd never trusted my own motivations enough to be sure. But thankfully, that wouldn't be an issue for what I was planning to do; you didn't have to worry about the spell backfiring on you, when it was yourself you were linking to the doll, instead!
It wasn't exactly 'easy', but it wasn't the hardest spell I'd ever done, either. The most difficult part was tying in strands of my own hair with hers, and getting the knots right so they wouldn't fall out. After that it was just the usual; candles, the proper mixture of herbs burning in the brazier, a prick of my fingertip with my athame, drawing the symbols in blood on her body to establish the pattern of the spell. None of those things were strictly necessary... the only things a witch truly needs are her own power, and force of will. There's no such thing as magic words, herbs, or symbols... but all those extra accessories function as memory aids, making it easier to stay focused on the pattern of the spell you're weaving. They're different for every witch, according to what feels best to her; mine were sort of a mix between Mom's and Daddy's, since they were the ones who'd taught me, with a few small alterations that were uniquely my own. Once I had everything set up, I knelt down at the edge of the circle, and started the important part. I could feel the spell taking shape almost instantly... but it still took me the better part of an hour to settle it firmly into place, easing it down inside the doll's synthetic flesh, and tying off the strands so it wouldn't just fade away the moment I stopped concentrating on it.
I was finally satisfied, sitting back onto my heels, rolling my neck and shaking out my arms; it may not have looked like I'd been doing much, but spellcasting is hard work! I brushed my hand across the edge to the circle to disperse any remaining energy, before crawling in next to her. I tested my work, drawing a fingertip up and down her little pink pussy lips, sighing in pleasure as I felt my touch inside my panties. I'd been confident... but it was good to know for sure that it had worked. I blew out the flames and emptied the brazier (leaving the candles for now, so I could still see), and started cleaning her up; blood makes an excellent channel, but once the spell took hold it was no longer needed, and I could hardly leave it there for Daddy to see! Getting her back upstairs was much harder than bringing her down had been; unless you've ever tried carrying your own poppet around, feeling two conflicting sets of sensations from your body and hers, I really can't describe how distracting it was! But I got it done, sitting her right back where I'd found her on her chair in Daddy's closet. I was about to turn away... but I stopped, biting my lip, thinking. I still had an hour or so before Daddy would be getting home from work...
I dropped to my knees in front of her chair, pulling her forward a little and spreading her thighs, moving in close. I leaned down, softly sealing my lips around her little pink nipple, and started to suck.
I moaned, trembling at the unfamiliar sensation, hardly able to believe how good it felt! I'd never done anything with a boy before... I'd never even let one feel me up over my clothes, much less let one suck on my titties like this! It was amazing![i] I reached up, starting to squeeze... oh, God! It really felt like it was somebody else doing it [i]to me, not just me squeezing my own!
I couldn't wait any more! I dropped down, and kissed her on her soft, smooth little kitty, gasping in pleasure as I felt my own lips on me. I licked, and sucked, trembling and squealing as I ate my own pussy! I tried everything I could think of, exploring myself with my tongue, figuring out what I liked best. It was all incredible... but it was sucking directly on my clitty that finally pushed me over the edge, shrieking and moaning, my legs shaking uncontrollably.
I held out as long as I could, drawing it out, making my orgasm last... until the over-sensitivity finally became too much for my poor little clitty, and I collapsed to the floor of Daddy's closet, panting desperately to regain my breath. God, that had been intense! So, so much better than just using my fingers! I lifted my skirt, glancing down at myself... my eyes going wide! My panties were soaked! It looked like I'd just peed myself, I'd made myself cum so much!
I forced myself unsteadily back to my feet, making my way into Daddy's bathroom to get a washcloth to clean her up from my saliva. I got her back into her proper position, exactly as I'd found her, and went back to my room, taking off my panties and cleaning myself up, too. God... if that was what it was like just getting my pussy eaten, I could hardly wait to feel what it would be like when Daddy actually fucked me! I laid back on my bed, trembling and biting my lip, gently playing with myself with my fingers as I imagined it. I wasn't sure if Daddy used that thing every night, or only every once in a while... but I sure hoped I wouldn't have to wait long!
Eventually I sighed, standing up and grabbing a new pair of panties out of my drawer, putting them on. Daddy would be getting home soon, and I had to act like everything was still normal, or risk him figuring out what I'd done. I went back downstairs and sat in front of the tv to wait.
I jumped up and rushed over to him the same as I always did when he came through the door, and he met me with a big, tight hug and a kiss in my hair. I could feel myself blushing... but there wasn't anything I could do about that, and he didn't seem to notice. We made and ate supper together as he asked me about my day at school, and I asked him about his at the hospital. We cleaned up, and I asked if we could have a movie-night. He agreed, and I spent the rest of the evening snuggled in his lap on the couch, his big, strong arms wrapped tightly around my itty-bitty little waist.
We kissed on the cheek as we wished each other goodnight, and I disappeared into my room, stripping down to my panties and putting on my soft, comfy sleep-shirt before I turned out my light and crawled into bed. I lay there, waiting, biting my lip... but the sensation I was hoping for never came, and eventually I had to accept that Daddy wasn't going to be using his doll that night. I gave up and used my fingers instead, gasping and quivering, moaning 'Daddy' into my pillow as I came, the same as I always did. I cleaned my fingers in my mouth, dreaming of cleaning Daddy's cock instead, and snuggled deeper under my blankets, letting myself drift peacefully off to sleep.
The following morning went exactly like normal, Daddy dropping me off at school on his way to work. I was anxious for night time, hoping I would have better luck... but I mostly managed to push those thought out of my mind, concentrating on schoolwork. Until about ten minutes into the first period after lunch, that was. Miss Liang, my math teacher, was up at the board, and I was diligently trying to write down everything she did and said; math wasn't my best subject, and I didn't always get it while she was explaining it, but as long as I took good enough notes I could almost always figure it out after the fact.
My first clue was an odd disorientation, a dizziness almost; but at the time, I put that off to my brain's normal reluctance to understand math, and I didn't pay it much attention. Then I felt it—a sudden, cold wetness between my pussy lips, a pressure pushing inside, working in and out! I gasped audibly, my eyes going wide. It couldn't be... Daddy was supposed to be at work! But what else could it be, but Daddy lubing up his doll, getting her ready? Then it happened again, only this time it was much, much bigger, painfully stretching my lips, forcing them open. My entire body clenched, instinctively fighting the intrusion of my most private, special place, and I shot my hand into the air.
“Yes?” Miss Liang paused what she'd been saying, turning to look at me.
“Can I go to the washroom, please?” I asked, writhing in my seat and barely able to choke out the words, desperately trying to ignore what was happening to me. He was starting to move now, his thick, swollen cockhead going in and out between my tiny, delicate little lips.
“Can it wait ten minutes, until I'm done with the lesson?” she asked with a frown. Miss Liang was always reasonable about bathroom breaks while we were sitting at our desks doing work, not like some teachers, but she hated it when students asked to leave during an actual lesson.
I gasped, vigorously shaking my head, no longer trusting myself to speak.
“Well, go ahead then,” she sighed. “Make sure you get today's notes from somebody when you come back.”
I nodded my thanks, and scurried out the door as quickly as I could. I barely made it before the next, suddenly deeper thrust nearly sent me to my knees; I caught myself with my hand up against the lockers on the wall, panting in pain. I stumbled forwards, the tears welling in my eyes, as Daddy worked his way inside of me, in and out, in and out, each thrust deeper and more forceful than the last. God, it hurt! Thankfully the nearest bathroom was only two classrooms down, and I managed to get myself inside and into a stall before I collapsed. I sat down, pulling down my panties and lifting my skirt to look—I gasped, hardly able to believe the evidence of my own eyes! My tiny, pink little pussy lips were stretched impossibly wide, Daddy's thick, invisible cock thrusting inside me as I watched! Oh, God... he was huge! I'd never imagined he might be so big! I whimpered and cried, the tears pouring down my cheeks. He was forcing me open, tearing me apart, pounding relentlessly, bruisingly into my depths, slamming his rock-solid cockhead against my innermost wall... and I couldn't even beg him to stop!
I slapped both hands over my mouth, closing my eyes, desperately trying to stay quiet. Oh, God, what had I done? I'd been so stupid! And why wasn't Daddy at work? I maybe could have dealt with this, if I'd been home in bed like I'd planned! It still would have hurt... Daddy was obviously a lot bigger than I'd been expecting! But I could have buried my face in my pillow to stay quiet, like I normally did when I came, without worrying about half the school hearing me, as my own daddy was roughly, forcefully taking my virginity, treating me just like the inanimate, unfeeling sex-doll he thought I was!
“Aaaah!” I squealed through my fingers, as he suddenly crushed my breasts in his hands. I scrambled at the buttons of my shirt, and pulled down my bra—I could see the furrows of his big, strong fingers, digging deeply into the firm, yielding flesh of my tits! He was gripping them so tight, using them like handles as he fucked my delicate, defenceless little pussy. I could feel every last inch of him... even his big, heavy balls slapping against my asshole, every time he bottomed out! It hurt so, so much, and the pain wasn't going away... but the longer it lasted, the more I started feeling something else, too. It was the repeated, pulsing motion of it, stretching me over and over again, so much deeper than I'd ever been able to reach with my fingers... God, it hurt! But slowly... it was starting to feel good, too!
When it finally happened, it caught me completely by surprise; I'd never been able to cum just from penetration before! I used my fingers in myself, sure, and I loved the way that felt... but I always had the fingers of my other hand rubbing my clitty as I was doing it, and that was the part that actually got me off. This time... it was like an enormous ocean wave, building from so wide and deep that I didn't even realize it was there, until it crashed into the shore. I slapped my hands over my mouth again, my hips jerking reflexively as I wailed into the bathroom walls. On and on it went, rushing, tumultuous rivers of pleasure racing down my nerves, filling me up until there was nothing left. Oh, God! It was lasting so much longer than the ones I normally gave myself... My breath was catching in my lungs, my vision greying out around the edges! How was this possible? How could something that hurt so much, still feel so good!?
Finally, finally the crest of my orgasm broke, and I gasped for breath, trying to recover as the aftershocks tore through me. Daddy was continuing unabated, still violently, painfully having his way with his own daughter's tiny, formerly-virgin pussy, blissfully unaware of what he was doing to me. I took a moment to brush my hair out of my face... and my eyes went wide. No, it couldn't be... not already! But I could feel it; the huge, hot welling of pressure coming from deep up inside me, another orgasm just about to break!
“Oh, God...” I whimpered, clenching my eyes closed and covering my mouth with my hands again as I prepared for it to hit. And hit it did, even stronger than the last one, my body convulsing, nearly dumping me to the bathroom floor. It finally faded, leaving me weak and disoriented, moaning from the mixed pleasure and pain radiating out from between my thighs.
And then... nothing. Daddy withdrew, the sudden emptiness making me gasp.
“Oh, thank God...” I moaned with relief, thinking he must finally be done... but my reprieve was short-lived.
“No!” I gasped, my eyes going wide as saucers as I felt him, hot and hard, against the entrance of my ass! “No no no n—ahhhh!” I screamed, loud and long, his cock tearing violently past my resistance, slamming all the way inside at once! Over and over he pounded himself into me, my scream fading to nothingness as I ran short of air, my body unable to remember how to breathe. Then it was happening! His cock slamming in the hardest he'd done yet, pulsing inside of me, a huge, hot flood filling my insides! Daddy was cumming in me! Cumming in his own daughter's tiny virgin ass... and he didn't even know he was doing it!
“Are you okay in there?” I heard the voice; authoritative and mature, definitely a teacher, not a student, but one I didn't know well enough to recognize.
“Uh hunh,” I managed to whimper, Daddy's huge, hot cock still balls-deep inside of my ass, his hands squeezing and stroking my tits. “Sorry, I... that was just a really strong period cramp,” I lied. “It took me by surprise.”
“Well... try to keep it down,” she grumbled, but not without a certain amount of empathy in her voice. “My class is right next door, and they're trying to write a test. And if it hurts that much... you should really get your parents to take you to the doctor. That much pain isn't normal, there might be something wrong with you.”
“I'll... I'll do that. Thanks,” I moaned with relief as I felt Daddy withdrawing again, apparently for real this time.
“You have everything you need?” she asked. “A pad, or tampon, or whatever?”
“All set, thank you,” I said.
“Okay then... I'll give you some privacy,” she allowed. “But I'll be coming back in again when the bell rings, to make sure you aren't passed out on the floor, or something.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said, wishing she would just leave already. “I'm feeling much better, now... I think that must have been the worst of it.”
I heard her leaving, and let out a sigh of relief. There was a brief period of disorientation again—what I was now coming to recognize as Daddy moving the doll. Then I gasped, a sudden, cold wetness filling my holes! I looked down in a panic... but there was nothing much to see. My lips were moving a little, fluttering, but not spread nearly as much as when Daddy had been inside me. I finally figured it out; Daddy much have taken the doll into the bathroom, to clean her out from the mess of lube and cum he'd just made in her. It was the weirdest sensation... especially when he started doing the same to my ass! But he finished quickly, and after another brief bit of disorientation, presumably Daddy putting her back onto her chair in his closet, I felt safe to try moving a little. I grabbed some toilet paper, wincing as I gave myself a careful clean; there was some blood from my ass, but not nearly as much as I'd been afraid there would be, from the way it had felt as he'd shoved himself inside of me like that. At least my pussy still seemed to be intact, that was something. It had still hurt like a mother, don't get me wrong! But other than maybe my hymen, which I'd mostly taken care of with my fingers a long time ago anyways, it didn't seem like anything up inside there had actually been torn.
I pushed myself unsteadily to my feet, pulling up my panties and redoing the buttons of my shirt, before stepping out of the stall and going to take a look at myself in the mirror over the sink. I was a mess! My mascara was supposed to be tear-proof... but so much for that! I scrubbed my face, and eventually got myself looking more or less presentable again. Walking was not fun... and sitting back down in my hard, plastic seat when I got back to class was even worse! I finished copying the notes from Anne just before the bell, and made my way to English next, Ms. Martinez' lesson going in one ear and out the other, unable to think about anything except what had just happened to me.
The last bell finally rang, and I waited until the worst of the congestion had cleared out before slowly making my way to my locker, wincing with every step. I was almost tempted to call Daddy to come pick me up... I probably would have, if it wouldn't have meant explaining how I knew he was home, and not at work. The walk home was absolute misery for my poor, abused little ass... but the worst of the pain was, ever so slowly, finally starting to fade. And the walk gave me time to prepare, to pretend like nothing out of the ordinary had happened today.
“Oh! Hi Daddy!” I exclaimed as I stepped inside and toed off my shoes, taking off my jacket and hanging it on the hook. “What are you doing home so early?”
“People are stupid,” he smirked as he stood up from the kitchen table where he'd been doing something on his phone, welcoming me into a hug and kissing me in my hair. “A four hour surgery cancelled, because my idiot patient decided he was special, and didn't need to follow pre-surgery instructions, so he went and ate at McDonalds right before checking in. Everything else we had scheduled was already covered... so I decided I'd come home early. But how was your day, sweetie?”
“Oh, you know... the usual,” I said, snuggling against his chest. I didn't trust myself to lie well enough, if he could actually see my face. But more than that... I just really, really needed some Daddy-cuddles right then! It wasn't his fault, what he'd done to me... that was all on me, not him! Some warm, happy Daddy-cuddles were exactly what I needed to make me feel better!
“You sure about that?” he asked, stroking his hands up and down my back, and kissing me in my hair again. “You don't think we should talk, about what happened this afternoon?”
“What?” I gasped, my entire body tensing up in shock and fear. No... he couldn't know! How? But he put his finger under my chin, lifting my gaze to his.
“I'm guessing you didn't know... poppet spells are bi-directional,” he explained. “It's usually not an issue, since who cares if your doll feels something your spell target is experiencing? Your spellwork was very subtle, by the way... Well done, I didn't notice it at all. And while I was... engaged, I was far too distracted; it felt different... tighter, and hotter. And a couple of times, I could swear I almost felt her clenching around me, just like she was actually cumming. But in the moment, I thought I was just imagining it, losing myself so deeply in the fantasy that my mind was convincing itself it was real. After I'd finished though, I started to think. And once I was actually looking for it, what you'd done was clear as day.”
“Oh, Daddy, I...” my lip started to tremble, the tears flooding my eyes as I stared up into his. I was so ashamed! “I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm so, so sorry!” I bawled.
“Shh... none of that, sweetie...” he pulled me back to his chest, stroked his fingers through my hair. “You don't need to apologize.”
“But Daddy, I—” I leaned back from him again and shook my head, until he stopped my with his finger across my lips.
“There's only one question I really need the answer to, baby...” he murmured. “And that is... are you ready to try it for real, now?”
My jaw dropped, my heart seeming to freeze in my chest! He stared down at me, softly, lovingly stroking my hair again... and then he leaned down, and kissed me straight on my lips!
“Mmph!” I gasped. For a long, slow moment, I couldn't even move... and then I was, without even realizing what I was doing! My arms were suddenly just around his neck, pulling my body tighter against his, writhing against him, my pussy hot and tingling under my skirt! He opened his lips, and I slipped my tongue deeply inside, swirling with his. Then his hand was on my ass, squeezing tightly; the pleasure of his touch, and the pain from what he'd done to me earlier, nearly dropped me to my knees, and would have, if he hadn't been there to catch me.
“But... how? Why?” I breathed, panting with desire as I stared up into his eyes.
“Baby...” he smiled, slowly shaking his head. “You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this! I just never had any idea you felt the same way... not until today.”
He kissed me again, deeply, passionately. And then he bent down, sweeping me up into his arms, making he squeak! He laughed at me, which made me blush... but then he kissed me again, and I no longer cared. He carried me through the house... but not up to his bedroom, like I'd expected. We were going down into the basement, instead.
“Here, Daddy?” I asked, biting my lip in concern.
“Do you trust me, baby?” he asked. And of course I did, so I extended my hand, and worked the small spell to open the door for him.
He set me down to my feet just outside the ritual circle, going to the workbench just long enough to light a candle, then coming back and kissing me again, stripping me out of my clothes as I did the same for him. I was so nervous about what he'd think, actually seeing me naked for the first time since I'd been a little girl... but he growled with hungry, predatory pleasure as he looked me up and down, grabbing my boob, and sliding his hand between my thighs, my eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as he began playing with me. And when I finally pulled down his briefs, and took him into my hands... God, he was big! I'd already known that, of course, but actually seeing it with my own eyes was something else entirely! If I hadn't already had proof that I could take it, I don't think I'd ever have been able to work up the courage to try!
“Lay down in the circle, sweetheart,” Daddy said.
“In the circle?” My eyes widened, and I bit my lip.
“Don't worry, sweetie,” he smiled reassuringly, kissing me again. “I hurt you pretty bad today, didn't I?”
I gulped, lowering my eyes. “That... wasn't your fault, Daddy. You didn't know what I'd done.”
“I didn't...” he agreed, stroking his fingers through my hair, and softly kissing my brow. “And I definitely would have been more gentle with you, if I'd known... and I for sure wouldn't have shoved it up your ass like that to finish, without making sure you were ready for it, first! But baby... you're such a tiny little thing, just like your mom was! Even being as careful as I can be, it's still going to hurt some, no matter what I do. Your mom had the same problem... until she figured out the spell I'm going to use, that should help you with that. Now, into the circle, baby.”
I was still nervous about the idea... How many times had Mom and Daddy told me to never, ever let anybody cast a spell on me, unless I knew exactly what it was going to do, and how it worked? But... he was my Daddy; I knew he would never hurt me! And if this was something Mom had designed for herself, then I knew it would be safe to use on me, too. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, and stepped into the circle, laying down like Daddy said.
I turned my head to the side, watching him as he gathered his choice of herbs from the jars on the shelf. I told myself I was trying to understand the basis of the spell he had planned... but really, I was just staring at his ass! He was so, so sexy! He turned back to me, placing his sel*ctions in the brazier, lighting it, and then making his way around the circle to do the same with the candles. He entered the circle with me then, his own athame and a narrow-tipped paintbrush held in his hand, pricking his finger and beginning to trace his lines, symbols, and patterns onto my skin. I bit my lip, trying not to tremble and mess up his designs. It wasn't easy... I guess for most people, it probably would have been gross. But witches are used to blood. And having him tracing his own all over me like that... it was, by far, the hottest thing I'd ever experienced! Even more then when he'd actually been fucking me, through his sex-doll! And from the look of his huge, throbbing cock as he painted me with his blood... he felt the exact same way!
His design was complicated... and very, very thorough! For my poppet spell, I'd only needed a few major symbols and lines, to direct and stabilize the largest parts of the energy flows, easily done with just my bleeding fingertip. Daddy was drawing delicate, intricate designs over my entire body with his paintbrush... and yes, I do mean my entire body; face, breasts, and pussy lips included! The sides of my ribs, the bottoms of my feet... I giggled and squirmed at his inadvertent tickling. He had to re-open his fingertip several times over, when the wound clotted up before he was done. About the only parts of me he didn't cover, were the ones I was actually laying on! And I was pretty sure he would have done those too, if laying on them wouldn't have instantly messed up his designs!
He finally finished with his preparations, retiring outside the circle again, kneeling down and closing his eyes, concentrating as he began to weave. I gasped, my eyes going wide as I felt the intricacy of what he was doing! If I was to put my magic on a scale, with 'one' being things so simple I could do them almost without thinking, and 'ten' being the hardest, most complicated spell I'd ever successfully achieved... my poppet spell was about a seven-point-five, maybe an eight. What Daddy was doing... this was a twenty-five, maybe even a thirty! I'd known I still had a lot to learn... but this was crazy!
I'd started out wanting to watch, to figure out what he was doing... Well, not really to 'watch', exactly... not even witches can actually see spell energy taking form. But we certainly can feel it, and that's what I'd been intending to do. But now... this was so far beyond what I could do myself, there wasn't even anything I could learn from it! All I could do was to close my eyes and try to keep still, to keep myself from metaphysically joggling his elbow as he worked. Layer after layer I could feel his spell seeping into my skin, reaching down to wrap around my bones, weaving together and reinforcing itself until the the whole was much stronger than any individual strand, blending into me so seamlessly that it was soon impossible to determine where the spell tendrils ended, and my own life energy began. It was slow going... at least three hours, my arousal mounting minute by minute, dreaming about all the naughty, forbidden things Daddy was getting ready to do to me, once he was done! But finally it was time; Daddy wiped his hand across the circle, and just the left-over, unused energy was enough to steal the breath from my lungs as it dispersed!
“How do you feel, baby?” Daddy asked.
“Umm... good, I think?” I took a moment to take stock. “Am I supposed to feel something?”
“Not yet,” he smiled, crawling into the circle with me. I bit my lip in anticipation, looking down between his legs. Surely he hadn't been hard the entire time, not while concentrating on his spell for so long... but he definitely was now! He kissed my lips, hard and passionate, and I purred into his mouth, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. He spread my knees, reaching down to guide himself into place. He pushed inside...
“Ahhhh!” I screamed, my back arching and my eyes going wide. It still hurt, just like last time... but it felt incredible!
“Like that, baby?” he grinned, and all I could do was rapidly nod, unable to breathe in the face of so much sudden, unexpected pleasure. “I really have to hand it to your mom... she was a damned genius, to come up with this! It's almost impossible to take away pain in any way that lasts... and the few ways that do are far, far too dangerous, not to mention counterproductive to our goal, since they deaden sensation to everything at once. You could put your hand on a lit stove burner, and not even know—definitely not what we wanted!” He started thrusting then, working his way deeper. That was enough to make my body suddenly remember how to gasp, which was a good thing and kept me from actually passing out, but I still didn't have nearly enough control to actually speak! “But eventually, she made her breakthrough—if you couldn't find a way to take away the pain, then why not just mask it, by linking it to the body's own natural sensations of pleasure, instead?” He lifted himself up, grinning again. “Pinch your nipple, baby.”
I put my hand to my breast, looking straight up into his eyes as I did what he said—and I gasped in unexpected pain, no pleasure at all!
“The safety mechanism is the actual tricky part,” Daddy chuckled, going on to explain. “She couldn't risk getting herself addicted... who knows where that could have led! So she designed the linkage to only work on pain I caused her, not on anything she did to herself.” He nudged my hand away from my breast, replacing it with his own. And as he pinched, and twisted... I swear I almost peed myself, that felt so good!
He bent down again, kissing me, pinning me to the ground in the middle of the still-burning candles of our ritual circle. The corners of his lips twisted into a wicked, anticipatory smile... and he gave me one final, brutal thrust, forcing himself balls-deep into his own daughter's hot, wet little teenage cunt!
“Take it, baby! Take it!” he growled against my scream, pounding in deep and hard now, slamming against my wall just as violently as he'd done before, when he hadn't known it was really me he was fucking! “You love getting that tight little pussy stretched out by this big, thick daddy cock! Don't you, baby?”
“Unghhh!” I whimpered, quivering helplessly beneath him. It was the strangest sensation—I could still feel just how much it hurt... but the pleasure it made me feel was so much stronger than that, I just didn't even care!
“Good girl!” he praised, bending down alongside my cheek, taking my earlobe between his lips, giving me a quick, playful nip with his teeth that made me gasp! “I've been dreaming about this for so, so long, making do with that toy, imagining it was you... But you're my fuck-doll now, aren't you, baby? You're my little living fuck-doll!” he purred into my ear. “Let me hear you say it!”
“I'm your little living fuck-doll, Daddy!” I squealed obediently, my hands grasping at his ass, desperately trying to pull him deeper and harder inside of me. I hardly even knew what I was saying... my brain was responding on autopilot, completely overloaded by the sudden influx of pleasure signals it was receiving, just repeating anything Daddy wanted to hear.
“Such a good little girl, baby!” he groaned. “And you have such an amazing, wet little teenage pussy! It's even better than I dreamed! Whose pussy is this, baby?”
I frowned in confusion, trying to understand. It was my pussy, obviously... what was he even talking about? Was this something about his sex-doll? God... it was so hard to think, while he was fucking me like this! But then suddenly I got it, and I smiled, relieved to be able to give Daddy what he wanted. “It's yours, Daddy! It's yours!” I mewled. “It's your pussy, and you can do anything you want to it!”
“Damn right it is!” he growled, fucking me hard, fast, and deep. “You're mine now, baby! I own this tight little pussy! You're mine and only mine, forever!”
“Yes, Daddy! Yes!” I squealed, my eyes going wide as I suddenly started to cum. Oh, God that happened quick! Hearing him say that, being so possessive of me, with that rumbling, hungry need in his voice... it hit every last button I had, rocketing me into orgasm before even knew what was happening!
“That's it baby! Cum for me! Make that hot little pussy cum on Daddy's cock!” he purred, pinning me down as I writhed beneath his chest, my body reflexively trying to get away from the intensity of what he was doing to me, without any conscious direction from my brain. But he was so big, and strong... there was no way I was going anywhere. I belonged to Daddy now, just like he said... I was going nowhere, not until he chose to let me!
It was amazing... and with him holding me down like that, the smell of his skin and sweat filling my nose, it lasted even longer than the ones he'd given me before, in the bathroom at school. I whimpered and moaned, shrieked and thrashed... I bit his shoulder, my sharp little nails digging into the flesh of his back and ass; the pain, if he even noticed it at all, only spurred him to fuck me even harder!
I finally started coming down from it, and Daddy gave me a loving, comforting kiss on my lips—but he didn't slacken his thrusting at all. I hadn't even finished returning to baseline yet, and already I could feel the wave of my next one starting to build!
Daddy pushed himself upright then, lifting my ankles up onto his shoulders. He reached down to my boobs, squeezing them tight, making me whimper and arch my back. I felt like I was in heaven already... and then he started slapping them, and my eyes rolled right back into my head!
I... kinda lost track of exactly what was happening, after that. My orgasms were coming fast and hard... my only breaks were when Daddy was manhandling me into different positions for him, before he starting fucking me again. Pinning me down with his hands on the backs of my thighs, my knees next to my ears, my cute little feet flapping uselessly in the air, my toes curled in the indescribable pleasure he was making me feel... pulling my hair and spanking my ass in doggy-style, Daddy holding still as I squealed and begged, fucking myself onto his cock as hard and fast as I could! And then up onto my knees, his forearm between my titties and his hand wrapped possessively around my throat, his other hand on my shaved, smooth little mound to hold me in place, his fingertips rubbing my sensitive little clitty as he slammed into my pussy from behind, the huge, hard pillar of his cock feeling like it was about to burst straight out of my skinny little tummy, alien-style! Anything he wanted, I gave it to him, and begged for more! I truly was his eager little fuck-doll now... and I was loving every second of it!
He had me pinned down on my back again, breathing heavily into my ear, when I finally noticed the hitch in his thrusting. Oh, thank God! He was finally getting close! Not that I didn't love what he was doing to me... of course I did! But it was just so overwhelming... I honestly didn't know how much more of this I could take!
“Do... do you want to finish in my butt again, Daddy?” I offered nervously. I knew it would hurt... probably even more than last time, since I was still in the process of healing down there. But... I trusted Mom's spell; he could do it to me, if he wanted.
“Not this time, baby,” he growled, nipping my earlobe and making me squeal. “I do love that pretty little ass... but I can't get you pregnant, by cumming in there!”
“P—pregnant!?” I stammered, my eyes going wide, vigorously shaking my head. “Daddy, no, I—”
“Take it, baby!” he grunted, slamming himself into me the hardest he'd done yet, his huge, hard cock pulsing within. “Take Daddy's cum!”
“Daddyyy!” I screamed, his scalding-hot cum bursting up inside me, flooding into my fertile, unprotected teenage womb! The orgasm hit me like a runaway train, every muscle in my body locking up at once, stealing my breath! Daddy was cumming in me! He was really doing it! He knew I wasn't on birth control... and he didn't even care! Oh, God... my own daddy was actually breeding me, filling me with his hot, incestuous seed... putting his baby in me!
And the truly scary thing was... I realized in that moment, that I wanted it, too!
Daddy finished much quicker than I did—I was still a quivering, crying mess, continuous waves of pleasure racing up and down my nerves, as Daddy snuggled me beneath him, softly kissing away my tears. I finally ebbed, and we lay there together in the candlelight, just trying to regain our breath.
“Daddy?” I finally said, timid and quiet. That was... I didn't even have the words. But... before anything else could happen, there was one thing I needed to know.
“Yes, sweetie?” he asked, nuzzling at the side of my neck.
“Did...” my breath caught in my throat, and I had to cough a little to steady myself. “Did you do... something else, with that spell? Something... to my mind?”
“Did I do something to make you into my obedient little fuck-doll?” Daddy asked, a wicked, satisfied grin in his voice. “Is that what you mean?”
I gulped nervously, nodding my head.
“No, baby...” he chuckled, softly kissing my cheek. “Nothing like that. Not that I wouldn't have been tempted... but I knew I didn't need to. You're so much like your mother... I knew all I needed to do was to use her spell on you, to mask your pain. All the rest... I knew would take care of itself. Just like it did when I used it on her.”
“Really, Daddy?” I asked again. “You promise that was all you did?”
“Baby...” he pushed himself up a little, so we could look each other in the eyes, lovingly stroking his fingers through my damp, sweat-soaked hair. “I promise. That spell does exactly what I said it did, no more, no less. You are my perfect, loving little fuck-doll, sweetie... and you are that way because you chose to be, not because I made you! All I did was to mask your pain, so you could do whatever you wanted to, without having to worry about how much it would hurt. Everything else... that was all up to you. You, uhh... you aren't having second thoughts, are you, baby?”
I bit my lip, debating with myself what to say... but he was my Daddy; he loved me, and he deserved the truth. “No, Daddy. No second thoughts... Not as long as you promise you'll keep fucking me like you did today!”
“Just you try and stop me, sweetie!” he grinned, kissing me firmly on my lips, as I wrapped my arms behind his neck, and giggled happily into our kiss.
He eventually pulled out and stood up, leaving me with the most horrible, cold, empty feeling in my pussy, now that he was no longer filling it the way I wanted him to. At least I still had his cum inside me... not just the feeling of it, like when he'd fucked me through his sex-doll, but the real thing this time, seeping deeper and deeper inside of me, his millions upon millions of of tiny, wriggling spermies, hunting for my vulnerable teenage eggs! It made me quiver in pleasure, just thinking about it!
“Did you really mean what you said, Daddy?” I asked, watching him going around the circle blowing out the candles. They had really burned down now, compared to where they'd been when we'd started.
“Mean what, sweetie?” he asked, cleaning out the brazier at the sink. The herbs inside had burned up ages ago, but he still needed to clean out the ash.
“What you said, at the end...” I gulped, gathering my nerve. “About... the reason you didn't want to finish in my butt this time.”
“About getting you pregnant, you mean,” he grinned, setting aside the brazier, and kneeling down at my side, his hand stroking softly, possessively over my skinny little belly.
“Uh hunh,” I confirmed, biting my lip as I looked up into his eyes.
“Well... I guess that's really going to depend on you, sweetheart,” he smiled, leaning down slowly towards my lips. “But if it's up to me... I'm thinking three or four, at least!”
“Three or four!” I gasped... then started to grin. “My poor little pussy!” I teased, making him laugh. He kissed me, hard, and swept me up into his arms. I blew out the last candle on the bench for him, before he carried me out the door and upstairs. I was still covered in dry, dusty-brown blood... at least, the parts that hadn't already flaked off while he'd been fucking me. Daddy had a lot of it on him too, that he'd acquired second-hand... but not all over his feet like I did, so he could carry me up into his shower without getting it all over the carpet on the way.
We snuggled together in the shower, washing each other and kissing. To think, this had all started with Daddy's sex-doll! I giggled softly to myself, shaking my head under the spray. Well... Daddy wasn't going to be needing her anymore, I would be making sure of that! I was Daddy's little fuck-dolly now! He could have me any time, and any way that he liked... and that was just the way I wanted it!
But... I wouldn't be cancelling my poppet spell. Daddy didn't need her anymore, not now that he had me to use instead! But... Daddy wasn't always home when I was. And eating her pussy... that was a much, much more enjoyable way for me to masturbate, than just using my fingers! And... there were other possibilities, too. Like... what would it feel like if I tried eating the dolly's pussy, while Daddy was fucking me? I trembled in anticipation, nuzzling against Daddy's chest. I didn't want to do it right away... I wanted some time with just Daddy and me, before we started experimenting together with the doll! But there were so many terrible, naughty ideas suddenly running through my mind... I promised myself, Daddy and I would try every last one of them!
I was Daddy's eager little fuck-dolly now... and I would let him do anything he wanted to me!