Using A Voodoo Doll On My Daughter

by Amber FoxxFire

It was a sick, nasty thought. One borne of desperation and need.

One that I couldn't get out of my head.

It had all started when my beautiful, nubile, 18-year-old daughter, Lacey, announced that she'd fallen in love and was getting married.

I was happy for her, sure.

But what father wants to lose their little girl?

Especially one who is a sex kitten like her?

Lacey was a knockout.

Standing at just 5'4", she was a petite little thing, with long, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body to die for.

She had the perfect pair of tits, a firm, round ass, and a tight, virgin pussy that was all for me.

I'd known that one day I would have to share her. In my mind, anyway as I had yet to consummate my lust for her.

Of course, my precious daughter had no idea my feelings for her. She would've been disgusted, I'm sure, had she found out.

So, instead, I decided to use a voodoo doll on her.

I know, it sounds crazy.

It took some digging. I had to go into the swamps and find an old Voodoo priestess who taught me the ways of the dolls.

It wasn't easy, but I finally found what I was looking for.

It was a crude, homemade thing. A piece of wood, painted red, with nails sticking out of it.

It looked harmless. But it was anything but.

The Voodoo priestess showed me how to use it, and soon, I was hooked.

It didn't look much like her, but with a couple strands of her hair and a picture, it was all she needed.

With the doll firmly in my possession, I started trying it out. With innocent things at first like asking her to pick up some milk from the store on her way home from work.

To my amazement, it worked!

When I commanded her through the doll, she would comply without hesitation.

Of course, she thought it was her own decision, which was perfect.

Now, the real fun began.

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