Sometimes, things take time.

Clearly, oysters were not an instant aphrodisiac for by late evening, I was feeling no benefit from them whatsoever. I decided a little sleep might help and it did. I slept through the night and awoke with a stonking great hard-on. Determined not to waste it, I clothed my otherwise naked body in a one piece boilersuit and hastened round to M's room; silently letting myself in with my pass key.

I'd hoped to catch her still in bed but found her kneeling on the floor, reading her latest page in her diary. Her eyes widened in shocked surprise at my entry. They stayed wide as I started to undo the boilersuit, exposing my nakedness and readiness for sexual action. "Hello darling" I said in a smiley voice as if speaking to a child, "daddy's home!"

This last utterance of mine stunned her into inaction. She knelt petrified on the rug as I cast off my clothing and advanced on her. It seemed as if she'd completely forgotten about resisting me as I dragged her to her feet before picking her up in my arms and carrying her to the bed. I dropped her on the bed and she just lay there like a limp rag doll. A doll that spoke.

"Daddy? Is that really you? Have you come back?"

This stopped me in my tracks. Of all the things I'd imagined myself doing with her at this point, having a conversation wasn't one of them; and yet this unexpected development was not without its possibilities. I decided to see where it might lead and so replied "yes, it's really me and I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean to kill me."

"B...b...but your my landlord; how can he be you?"

Good question. I had to think fast and the best I could come up with was, "he's a kindred spirit who's allowing me to share his body so I can continue to enjoy your lovely body. In the bible, it is written that when a man lays with a women, they become one flesh. That's why I can't leave you. You are part of my whole being and so I can only live on by having the closest, most intimate contact with you. Deny me access to you and you will kill me again. This time, forever."

I must admit, I rather impressed myself with what I'd made up as I'd gone along and she was buying it. She was lapping it up. Okay, so this meant that M had serious mental problems but since she'd written about being her father's slut, I rather fancied having her as mine. Maybe that fantasy of her bringing other girls to me to fuck could yet be a goer. I decided to test her level of obedience so I knelt on the foot of the bed and said, "come on, honey. Suck your old dad, just for old time's sake." She instantly responded and gobbled me like a pro. She licked, she sucked and took me deep into her gullet as if both our lives depended on it. It suddenly occurred to me that there was nothing this girl wouldn't do for me. She was already my **** and I was her God. Wow! I'd never felt such power over another human being before and I loved it. However, I knew I had to learn more about M and her father's life together if I was going to keep this pretence going so as causally as I could, I asked her, "by the way, how's your mother?"

At my question, M broke of sucking and burst out laughing. " Oh you silly daddy, mummy's dead. Don't you remember? We drowned her in the bath."

(Gulp!) "Accidentally?"

"Oh no, it was quite deliberate. She was getting weird about us shagging and we had to shut her up before she grassed on us. You had to hold her under and I could tell from the gleeful look on your face that you thoroughly enjoyed doing so. Of course, I was a lot smaller when I was thirteen so I couldn't help out much beyond saying you were with me when mum fell asleep in the bath. That was easy for me to do because it was true in a way, I suppose. You were right by me as mummy filled up with water and went to sleep forever. How others chose to interpret what I said was purely down to their own expectations of what the truth might be." At this last damning confession, she gave an evil little giggle, clearly enjoying the memory of her daddy snuffing mum as she'd joyfully watched. Maybe killing her mother had been her idea. So far, I'd simply assumed that her father had corrupted her, but what if it was the other way round? What if she were already working the same dark and sensual magic on me she'd worked on her dad? Could be. I was already linking the idea of struggling naked girls to half full bath tubs and feeling a cold thrill of excitement from entertaining such a murderous connection.

"Well, are you going to fuck me or what"?

This stark question shocked me out of my homicidal reverie in time to see that while I'd been away drowning bimbos in my head, M had lost her skimpy underwear and was lying spread legged in eager anticipation of me penetrating her. So I did. Of course I did. I fucked this murdering little whore with a vengeance. I pounded into her petite sexiness most viciously and she absolutely loved it. She laughed and moaned alternately, her dainty hands roaming up and down my back as if appreciating the masculine form of the hulk humping her. As I dug my fingers deep into the softness of her smallish but perfectly formed tits, instead of screaming in agony, she whispered through clenched teeth, "That's the way, dad. Make your little girl suffer; the little bitch deserves it. Enjoy her to distruction. Fill her, tear her. Kill her if it pleases you."

That did it. I let it all go and it was the most violent orgasm I'd ever had. I slammed myself as deeply inside her as I could as spurt after spurt of sperm shot up into her quivering girly belly. I cried out as the ecstacy of release swiftly enveloped me, followed be a most exquisite feeling of complete peace and contentment. In an unthinking moment, I allowed the full weight of my body to sink onto the young girl lying beneath me, but instead of complaining, she quietly said, "now we're truly one flesh daddy. One flesh, one mind, one soul. I know what you secretly want; i could see it in your excited eyes as I reminded you about what you did to mummy. You want to relive the excitement you felt as you took her life just as much as I do....and you will daddy. You truly will. I know lots of girls and I'm bigger now. I can help."

What happened next is a blur. She had to get ready for attending some lecture or other and was suddenly all efficient business. I just felt numb. My brain had turned to mush. M left me lying naked on her bed in a very different world to the one I felt at home in. This was no longer my world: a world in which I was lord and master of my own fate. No, this was her world, an insane world in which I knew I didn’t really belong . . . and yet somehow had no strong desire to leave.