Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 3 – The Naughty List by SKOLL
I use supernatural powers to possess and control a husband, wife, and daughter in their home to get sick and extreme vengeance. READ DISCLAIMERS , FETISH WARNINGS:
This story gets VERY disgusting and brutal. I use extreme taboo themes and consider my stories “horror”.
These niche things appear in THIS chapter. If any are not your thing, just back out now. You’ve been warned!
Rape/Abuse/Violence toward women
Torture/Pain/Crying/Sadism
Incest
Young girl
Bondage
Gross bodily fluids tastes/smells
Queefing
Squirting
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DISCLAIMERS:
This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are considered 18+, even if a story implies otherwise.
I’m not concerned with story, I don’t write very skillfully, and I write almost 100% smut. I start most stories with a supernatural, unrealistic scenario, just a quick excuse to dive into the question of “What dark shit could I do if I had the power to _?” I write in first person, as an evil, perverted, petty man, pushing my writing way past what I would ever do in real life, trying to creep myself out as I write.
Let me know if you’d like more!
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Chapter 3 – The Naughty List
I stand by the bedpost, zip-tied, completely helpless. Still possessing Grace’s body, I start to shift around, the waiting is getting me so turned on. I kinda have to pee from the anxiety. Little Ella is strapped on the bed next to me, spread eagle on her back, wrists and ankles bound to the bed. She whimpers, and I keep trying to soothe her with Grace’s motherly voice. We had quite a good time since her daddy has been gone. And now we patiently wait for his return.
I hear a door opening downstairs. Finally Kadir is back. God I cant wait. My pussy is so wet with anticipation.
Footsteps. I wait. The bedroom door opens. He enters, about to open his mouth to say something, then stops dead in his tracks. His eyes go wide as he sees his wife and 18 year old daughter bound to his bed.
I pounce, quickly leaving Grace’s body and racing toward Kadir. Behind me I start to hear confused mumbling from Grace. I feel a sudden rush of warmth as I enter Kadir’s firm, athletic body again.
And before me I get to see the amazing sight he walked in on. Grace is standing next to the bed, near the pulled-back curtains hanging from the beams above. Looking around, bewildered. Zip-tied to one of the vertical posts of the big, king-sized four-poster-bed. Straps and restraints hang from the horizontal beams connecting the tops of the 4 posts near the ceiling. And in the center of the big comfy mattress lays the helpless Ella, spread out in her light pink and white snowflake pajamas. My dick twitches.
Muffled voice comes from Grace as she starts to get frantic, looking around, pulling at the zip ties, looking at me and mumbling something into her gagged mouth. A sour look on her face then. “Ah does it taste good?” I say. She must have noticed the dirty panties in her mouth, her saliva soaking with the foul taste of a full day of sweat, crusty discharge, and ass. I smile. And the look in her eyes. She yells something into her gag, confused. Mumbling at me, asking things, asking to untie her, asking what’s going on.
“You’re so noisy. That needs to stop right now.” Her eyebrows furrow in shocked anger. She yells more. I walk over to her and slap her right in the face. Hard. The strength I have in this body. I like it. She buckles and falls, held up only by zip ties.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I grab her hair and lift her up. At first she doesn’t try to stand, her hair pulls hard, she squeals, then follows my pulling and stands.
“Do exactly what I say and I won’t kill you. Do what I say, and I won’t kill Ella.” I look over at the precious girl, who stares back at me with wide teary eyes. I look back at Grace, who goes completely still, staring into my eyes in horror, unable to comprehend.
“Do what I say, and nothing happens… to the baby.” At the reference to her newborn sleeping in the other room, Grace screams and thrashes against my hand, vicious, fighting me with everything she has. I shake my head and let go. I climb onto the bed and straddle kneeling over Ella’s belly. “Every time you complain, or fight, or anything I don’t like, I’ll do something you don’t like.” I grab one of Ella’s tiny tits through her pajama top and twist hard. There’s not much there at all, just a small mound and little nipple. But she squeals in agony.
A few seconds of muffled screaming from Ella, and Grace starts to change from anger to pleading. Her tone changes, now mumbling something repeatedly over and over. Saying OK OK OK. Both girls are crying. I raise my eyebrow, staring at Grace. Then continue the torture on Ella’s nipple. Grace is still pleading and squealing. “You’re both still loud. Still annoying. Your choice ladies, Naughty or Nice.” I continue. She continues begging, shaking her head and sobbing hysterically. I crank on the girl’s breast more, Ella continues to scream in pain.
This continues for a few full minutes. They finally start to get the idea. That if they annoy me, for any reason, they regret it. A few minutes more, and they start to break. Ella seems to go numb to the pain, barely whimpering, just breathing heavily. Grace just looks away, silent and still, lifeless eyes. “That’s better”.
Now I can finally have some fun.
I look down between Ella’s legs. Her crotch has a little wet spot, the light pink fabric turned dark. A bit of pee trickled out in all her pain. I swoop down into 69 position on top of her. I bury my face in and inhale. My nose touching the little wet spot. Warm. The scent is sharp, sour. I lick my tongue out at it. Salty. Gross but my dick swells in my shorts. Her little face is turned away from my crotch straddling her head. I hump down and slide my growing cock across her cheek through my pants. My balls sliding across her little ear and temple. I breathe in that scent again. My daughter’s pussy, her piss.
I hear a mumbling complaint from my left as Grace forgot the rules. I lift up and sit down a bit on the side of Ella’s head. I grip nipple again and crank hard. She squeals at first, then remembers it only stops if she stops. Grace remembers too. I smile.
I crawl off the bed and get completely naked. Damn Kadir’s body is so tight and manly. He’s on the smaller side, lean, a very gifted soccer player throughout school. He moves with such energy.
I go grab some restraints from the supplies. I walk over to Grace again. She knows not to resist. I put detachable cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then cut off the zip ties. I move her onto the bed so she’s kneeling straddled over Ella’s chest, facing the girl’s feet. Grace lets out a sob and I stop moving and stare at her, which wordlessly tells her I’m considering punishment for the noise. She lowers her head submissively, going silent. I continue moving again, buckling her wrists together behind her back, and her ankles to the same straps where Ella’s wrists are bound.
With Grace still kneeling upright, I move behind her. I bend down to kiss Ella gently on the cheek, “Shh It’s ok baby.” She smells a bit like pussy. I lick at her face, smell her hair. Grace’s squirt, dried but still noticeable, a bit sour.
I kneel down low, sitting on my heels, straddling the girl’s face, and playfully slap my hard cock on her forehead a few times. Grace kneels right in front of me, facing away from me. I sit my cock and balls down on Ella’s helpless face and reach forward and grab Grace’s ass, which is about eye level with me now. I feel her up, squeezing her juicy motherly cheeks. She’s shaking, but otherwise silently allows it.
I press my face forward straight into Grace’s ass, my nose digging in her ass crack. Her gray shorts so soft, sweatpants material fuzzy and warm on my nose and mouth. I motorboat and rub my face around. Then breathe in her scent. That musk. A hint of stinky asshole. But mostly sweet and feminine. I sigh in pleasure, my cock pulsating, splayed across Ella’s gagged mouth and chin.
I lift off Ella’s face, kneeling upright and hugging Grace from behind. My cock pokes against her ass cheek. I grab her soft hair and pull her head back, like a rough lover. I nuzzle in her neck, behind her ear, breathing in her hair and skin. I hold her around the belly with my other arm, squeezing her tight, feeling her motherly warmth. I move my arm up and grab her tits over her white tank top. So fleshy and soft. God I could live here forever.
I move my hand down her front, over the top of her shorts, feeling her wet spot in the crotch. “Do you remember what you did, babe?” I rub my fingers around, getting them damp. “Just a little while ago? You came. You squirted right on your daughter’s face. Do you remember?” Grace’s breathing goes unsteady, I can tell she’s confused. She doesn’t remember. They must totally black out when I take over.
“It’s true. Here, smell.” I raise my hand from her pussy to her nose. She goes to resist, but stops herself for fear of punishment. I rub the wet fingers around her nose aggressively. Dig into nostrils, coating her with her own juice. I feel her holding her breath, then she convulses slightly, almost gagging.
Tears running down her cheeks. I lick at them. Salty. Then I lick at her nose. It’s a bit runny from crying. Nasty with snot and now a bit of pussy juice. My cock swells tight against her ass cheek over her shorts. The feeling of being able to do anything, to be as weird as I want. This is amazing.
I push Grace down, so she’s kneeling in doggie position, crook of her knees under Ella’s armpits, calves tucked under her arms. With her hands bound behind her back, her upper body falls down flat, unable to support itself with anything, laying belly to belly with Ella. From tits up, Grace lays facedown directly on the mattress between Ella’s spread legs.
“God that’s fucking hot.” My little daughter lies faceup with arms and legs spread wide, pale pink pajamas with snowflakes all over, almond skin, long black hair splayed out, her head trying to turn away from her mother’s ass hovering in 69 position over her head. Grace lies flat on her daughter, except her ass propped high in the air, on her knees, blonde and brown hair down between the girl’s legs, gray shorts, white tank top.