The Wooden Box

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Henry came home and found the TV on. He called out to Sam, but no one replied. He thought Sam must have gone out with his friends and in a hurry had forgotten to switch off the TV. Henry had taken more drinks than his usual capacity and thus found it difficult to walk. He slowly walked to his room upstairs and went past Sam's room, but in a drunken state didn't bother to check him out. He came into his room and went to his bed directly. Cynthia had still not returned home. He relaxed on his bed for a few minutes after which he got up and removed his clothes. He did not bother to wear his pajamas and went to sleep in just his boxers.

"Daddy... Are you there?" Kate said in an innocent girly voice.

Henry woke up from his sleep. He felt very dizzy due to the alcohol he had. In his half-awake state, he asked Kate in his Michael Madsen panache voice, "Yes honey, I am home. What happened?"

"I am feeling scared, Daddy." Kate replied.

"Scared? Scared of what, Kate?" Henry spoke in strained tone.

"Peyton told me that if we play a prank on someone today then the ghost of their relatives come and haunt us at night! Is it true, Daddy?"

"What? That's rubbish, dear. Don't worry. No one is going to come to haunt you tonight."

"But I am really very scared. I don't want to sleep alone in my room. Please Daddy. Can I sleep here with you tonight?"

Henry didn't know what to say next. Even though she was his daughter he could not allow her to sleep with him. Kate had turned into an adult and he knew that his wife Cynthia would not approve of them sleeping in the same bed. But Kate was his darling daughter. He had to help her if she needed it.

"OK. Come here," Henry said.

Kate came and sat at the edge of the bed. She wore a tight-fitting white silk night gown. The sleeves were long and the gown reached to her knees. Her hair was untidy and some of it fell over her face.

Henry felt uncomfortable and said, "But first, let me wear my pajamas."

"No need of it, Daddy. I don't feel shy to see you in your boxers."

"Still, Kate. I don't feel comfortable. What will Cynthia think of me if she sees me sleeping here with you in only my boxers?" asked Henry.

"Don't worry about it, Daddy. She won't see you in this state. I am feeling very sleepy now." Kate replied.

Henry gave up on wearing his pajamas. He snuggled in his bed. Kate came closer and held him in her embrace.

Caressing Kate's back, Henry asked, "So from what you are wearing, I guess you have taken the look of Linda Blair from The Exorcist for tonight's costume party!"

"Yes Daddy," Kate replied uninterestingly.

Henry found her voice strange. He shrugged off the difference and said, "I think we need some sleep now. Good night, Kate."

Without saying anything, Kate placed her lips directly on Henry's. She kissed him passionately. Henry was left bewildered by that. He didn't know what to do. He pushed Kate aside and asked her angrily, "What are you doing, Kate?"

"I am making love to you, Daddy," replied Kate again in that innocent voice of hers.

"This is wrong, Kate."

"What's wrong in this, Daddy? Can't a girl kiss her father to express her love for him?"

"Yes. She can kiss her father, but this was no father-daughter lovely kiss. It was a passionate lover's kiss, Kate."

"That's what I really wanted to do for so long. For me, you are the most Perfect Man in the whole world; my hero, Daddy. As long as it stays between us, it won't harm anyone."

"Stop it, Kate. I don't want any trouble between us."

Kate moved near Henry. She took his hands in hers, placed them on her young chest and said, "Don't try to act like a gentleman, Daddy. It doesn't suit you. I know you have installed a hidden secret camera in my bedroom as well as the bathroom. You like to jerk off while seeing me bathing in my bathroom. You take my used dildos from my room as you love the smell of my fresh pussy. I know you like the taste of my vaginal juice on those dildos. You always cum hard watching me masturbate in my room with those toys. I know every fucking thing, Daddy!"

Henry felt that the land beneath him was gone. How did she come to know about all these things? The cameras were so placed that even a person with sharp eyesight would not be able to see it!

Kate squeezed Henry's hand on her breast and said, "Feel them Daddy. They are young, firm, soft and tender. You always wondered what they would feel in your hands. Don't you, Daddy? Well, they are here. Feel them. Don't be shy."

Henry had Kate's breast in his hands. Only a sheer piece of silk separated it from him. Lust filled his mind. He realized that as Kate knew everything then there should be no inhibition left. He groped her breasts in his palms and squeezed them. Kate moaned. Henry got horny as all the lust he had for his daughter ran through his mind. He felt strange that his drunken state had gone!

Henry opened the buttons of the gown that covered Kate's chest. He pulled the gown down from her shoulder. Kate's bra came into view. He hauled the bra from her body with a swift tug. His hands trembled on touching her naked breast for the first time. He felt the naked flesh through his palms. An exciting sensation ran through his body. Kate shivered due to the coldness of his palms touching her erect nipples.

Henry brought his mouth above Kate's breasts and pulled his tongue out. He circled Kate's nipples with his wet tongue. He made them slippery wet with his saliva. Then his mouth completely engulfed her left nipple as his right hand pinched the other. Henry then sucked her entire boob in his mouth. Whenever he would leave the boob, he lightly bit the tip of her nipple. That made Kate moan loudly.

Kate pushed Henry and moved aside to lie on her back on the bed. She bent her legs up, her knees touching her breasts and spread them as far as she could. The light was not enough to allow henry the sight of her pussy.

"All I had up till now were boyish cocks. I want a real one, a man's cock. I want yours, Daddy. Give it to me please." Kate said with her same innocent voice.

Henry removed his boxers. He really had a man's cock. It was thick and quite long with a slight upward bend. He stroked it for a minute or two to let Kate see how big he was, but saw no reaction from her. He kept his hands on her knees and spread her legs even further. He positioned himself between her legs. His cock just touched Kate's outer pussy lips. He took his cock in his right hand and found Kate's glory hole. With a strong thrust he pushed his cock fully inside Kate. She cried out loud when he entered her, "Ahhh! That's so big... Hmmm, it feels good... Oh, yes..."

Henry moved in and out of Kate in a rhythmic fashion. He had been slow at first, but gradually increased his speed. Kate pulled him in her embrace. He heard her breathe heavily. She placed her left hand behind his neck and right hand just above his ass crack. She whimpered beneath him. Henry enjoyed the warm and hot feeling of her vagina on his cock. He thought he won't last long by the way he humped in her pussy.

Suddenly Kate started scratching his back. Her nails literally dug out the skin on his back. He tried to release himself from her embrace, but felt her too strong. He found Kate trying to strangle him. Kate held his neck too tight and he was unable to breathe properly. He moved his head and tried to look at Kate. To his horror Kate's head was not in its place. It was only her body that lay beneath him. He turned his face around and saw Kate's face right in front of his, flying in the air and smiling at him. Henry's heart stopped working at that moment and he fell upon Kate's headless body...

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Cynthia had no interest in attending that function, but Veronica forced her to go with her. It had been very late at night when she came home. The clock in her living room showed 3 AM. She knew it was very late and Henry would admonish her for this. She went towards her room upstairs when a sobbing sound from Kate's room stopped her.

"Kate! Is everything fine?" Cynthia asked from the door.

"Mom... Please come here, I need you..." Kate replied.

Cynthia walked in her room and saw Kate seated in the middle of her bed, her head down on her bent knees. She walked towards her bed and sat near her. She stroked her hair which was quite messy and sticky.

"Kate! What happened? Why are you crying?" Cynthia asked in concerned voice.

Kate replied, "I hate Thomas. He was with me, the whole time only because he wanted to come closer to you, Mommy"

Cynthia asked curiously, "I don't get it, Kate."

"He says you have a bigger set than mine. He always wanted them bigger," Kate said crying out loud.

"Bigger! Bigger what, Kate?" asked Cynthia.

Kate replied in a low voice as if whispering, "Boobs, Mommy!"

Cynthia asked in a shocking state, "Boobs? What are you saying, Kate?"

"Yes, Mommy. He says you have a big natural set of boobs and he lusts for them. He does not want my tiny ones." Kate replied innocently.

Cynthia tried to explain Kate, "Honey, it's not like that."

"It is like that, Mommy. I too want to have a bigger set like you!" Kate replied loudly.

"They get bigger after a certain age, dear. The various changes in the body make them bigger, like in pregnancy! You are a young girl now. You have a natural set. They sure will blossom after few years. Trust me." Cynthia told her in a soft manner.

"I know, Mommy. I told him this, but he didn't want to hear any of my explanations. He says he is interested in only curvy women like you, Mommy! Big breasts, curvy stomach, round hips..." said Kate.

"Oh, stop it now. I don't want to discuss this topic further. I am very tired and I need some sleep now." Cynthia replied angrily.

"He said to me that boys like mature woman, you know, Mommy type women!" Kate said in amazement.

"Kate, I think it's too late now to talk about this. Let us discuss about it tomorrow. Good night, honey." Cynthia told Kate to end that topic. She was about to get up from Kate's bed, when Kate swiftly turned and caught hold of her. She held the tight blue blouse that covered Cynthia's magnificent globes and tore it apart.

"What the hell are you doing? Have you gone insane? Leave me, Kate." Cynthia asked angrily.

"I want to see them, Mommy. I want to see those breasts, which made My Tom lust for you. I want to see what you are hiding beneath that bra. Let me take a look at them, Mommy..." Kate said with her hands on her bra.

Cynthia tried hard to stop Kate but all in vain. Kate was too strong for her. She pulled the black lace bra from Cynthia's body, freeing the globes that she wanted to see. Her breasts were great. The bra was hardly able to contain them within it. They were quite big. They sagged a bit, but still gave a pleasant sight. The areola was big and brown. The nipples too were large and elongated. Cynthia tried to cover herself with her hands, but Kate pushed her hands aside.

"Ohhh! They are beautiful. I guess it's not his fault after all. Anyone would get excited after seeing such awesome pair of boobs!" Kate said, her voice getting heavy.

"Leave me, Kate. You have got yourself in a big trouble." Cynthia scolded Kate.

"Oh! Is it? Tell me what would you do?" Kate replied bluntly. Cynthia had no answer for that.

"Mommy, I know you like them to be suckled. Just like what a baby does. You told this to Uncle David when he was latching on them, also to Uncle Walter, then to Mr. Robin, yes how can I forget Matthew, Amy, Ferdinand, Nicole and Veronica and Jessica and Peter and..." Kate said with her voice turning heavy and masculine.

Cynthia was horrified when she heard that from Kate's mouth. How did Kate come to know about that? Cynthia had been a Group Sex fervent. She went for a weekend session every month with most of the above mentioned names. The group carried out their activities in a tight secret way making it impossible for anyone to find it out.

Kate attacked her breasts when Cynthia had been in a confused state thinking about all those things. Cynthia saw Kate's face; eyes black and skin white as snow. Her finger nails grew long. Cynthia with all her body force pushed Kate aside. Kate fell off from the bed. Cynthia immediately ran towards the bedroom door, but it closed on its own. Kate rose from her place and flied towards her. Cynthia ran towards the bathroom and found it to be open. She went inside and locked it. She sat on the floor and cried her lungs out.

After few minutes, she regained her composure and got up. She went to the sink, opened the tap and washed her face. Suddenly her eyes glued on the wooden box that lay on the edge of the sink. She got terrified on finding that box as if she knew what was in that box. She grabbed it and flipped it to check every side of it, but found the box completely blank.

"This means, SHE is controlling my daughter. Oh God, what have I done? My child is suffering because of me. That bitch. I have to do something to save my daughter." Cynthia spoke to herself.

Cynthia thought for few minutes before she got the solution. She came out of Kate's bathroom but didn't find her in the room. She thought it might be the right time to run out of Kate's bedroom. She literally ran towards the living room. She went to the fireplace in the living room but found that the fire had been extinguished. She sat beside the fireplace, closed her eyes and started reciting some chants. Suddenly Kate appeared out of nowhere, right behind her, but Cynthia didn't stop the recitation of the chants.

"Ha... Ha... Ha...You think you can save her, huh? Ha... Ha... Ha..." Kate said laughing out loudly in the same heavy, masculine voice. Her voice echoed in the room.

Cynthia took a match box in her hand and took one match stick out. She ignited the match stick and threw it inside the fire place. Fire kindled in the pit. Without bothering about Kate at her back, Cynthia threw that WOODEN BOX in the fire pit. Kate came rushing towards her, but Cynthia pushed her back with a mystical force.

"You have to leave her. NOW! It is I who command you. If you don't comply then be ready for a horrible punishment. You don't know with whom you are dealing. It is better that you leave her or I have to literally drag you out from her body. I give you a choice. Leave her and I shall promise to be lenient with you." Cynthia said in a high pitched voice.

"How will you punish the one already dead, Cynthia? I want to see it. Show me your punishment you filthy piece of shit... Ha... Ha... Ha..." Kate said challenging Cynthia.

"So be it then." Cynthia said that and threw a length of rope towards Kate. The rope bound Kate's body tightly on its own. Cynthia chanted some chants and the rope began to burn. Kate's full body started burning. She cried out loud and begged Cynthia to stop, but she didn't stop. Instead, she chanted more and the fire grew more vigorous. The fire completely engulfed Kate. Then there was a bright flash and the fire went out. Kate fell on the floor unconscious...

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"But Mom, how did all this happen?" Kate asked Cynthia as she lay on her bed in the hospital.

"That Wooden box was a cursed box, dear. It is a box often used by the people practicing black magic and witchcraft to. Who gave you that box baby?" Cynthia asked Kate.

"I got it from Mrs. Harper's sister Betty. She comes once in a month to take care of that Mansion." Kate replied innocently.

"Mrs. Harper! But there is no one staying in that Mansion since her death. As per my knowledge she didn't have any sister, Kate! She only had a brother named Jeremy, if you remember him though. He rarely visits that Mansion." Cynthia provided Kate with new information.

Kate got horrified on hearing that. "What exactly happened to Mrs. Harper, Mom? I had heard some rumor stating her as a mentally ill lady!"

"Before she died in a suicide two years ago in the same Mansion, Mrs. Harper killed her husband and two sons. Police said that she went mentally unstable to a highly dangerous stage and in that state killed her entire family. When she regained some consciousness, she realized what she did and thus killed herself too!" Cynthia said in a troubled voice.

"What about that box? How did it reach there?" Kate inquired.

"All I know is that it was I who made that box and it was I who handed that box to Mrs. Harper on the night of that massacre...!" Cynthia said, her eyes turning black and a devilish smile forming on her face.

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