Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 2- Mommy’s Gift 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
Incest
Young girl
Bondage
A bit of farting
Foot licking
Squirting
Gross taste from panties
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 2 – Mommy’s Gift
After entering the home of a wealthy family who ruined my life, I’ve been preparing them for a night of Christmas fun. I have the ability to possess their bodies, taking the father and playing around in bed with the wife. I had him buy some fun toys for us for Christmas, and then walked him down the street for a while, giving me time alone with their little daughter. Now I continue my night of festivities.
I fly down the hall and enter the master bedroom. I can hear Ella’s voice, muffled and faint, but still noticeable. As I reach Grace’s bed, she is stirring and lifting her head from hearing Ella. But just in time, I enter her and take over.
Inside Grace’s body. Another fascinating experience. Not nearly as comfortable and strong and stable as Kadir, not tiny and delicate and weightless like Ella. Kind of uncomfortable, a bit crampy, tired, achy, and much weaker than my body I used to have. But this bed again, so cozy. I don’t want to leave the warmth, but I whip off the covers and stand. God women really do get colder.
I awkwardly walk around the dark room, then go to the master bathroom and flip on the light. I’m in an excessively large bathroom, with pristine white tile, marble counters, a gigantic jacuzzi tub, a separate standing shower, the toilet is inside it’s own little closet-sized room. Jesus these people live different.
I head to the huge mirror over the double sinks. There she is, Grace in all her beauty. Middle of the night, no makeup, disheveled chin length wavy blonde and brown hair, slight bags under her eyes. And yet gorgeous. Tight white tank top showing her loose breasts beneath, hanging naturally, sagging slightly but only because she’s slightly on the bigger side, and full of milk. Nipples clearly poking at the fabric. Her gray little shorts showing her entire length of long legs and thighs.
I inspect every angle of her in the mirror, without taking off clothes, trying to save that for later. I make her make faces in the mirror, inspect her nose and eyes and teeth up close. She cant stop me, I’m in complete control. I talk quietly out loud as I do this, so I can hear and feel her voice coming from me. Strange. I laugh, very strange.
I reach down and grab tits, squeezing, feeling her up while learning what it feels like to HAVE breasts and BE felt up. Incredible. They’re perfect, full and motherly, but not too much, not sagging. It does feel pretty good honestly. And fun.
I continue exploring a bit, but still trying to save some for later. I reach down under shorts, no underwear, smooth skin, a bit of short trimmed pubes, again so strange to have almost nothing down there. I reach folds, god its soaking wet, probably all from me turning myself on. Wow it’s like grool, slimy. I swirl around the lips and clit. A bit of a tingle, I get a shiver. I slide and rub around more, faster. More tingle, a slightly different sensation than a man gets, more intense, more sensitive. I hear sticky wet sounds.
I stick a finger in the sopping opening, fucking hell, this feeling. Really this is what girls feel? I go in and out slowly, really savoring, playing around with the movement, pushing as deep as I can, then out. Holy fuck I could do this all day. But I need to get moving.
I pull out and bring the fingers to my nose and inhale. Lord Jesus the scent is unreal. Musky and pungent, but sweet and feminine. I suck on the finger and taste her. Wow so sweet, a bit sour, surprisingly thick and viscous. Ill need more of this for sure.
Before leaving, I drink as much water as I can.
I leave the light on to give the bedroom some dim lighting, then head over to the bed, setting up some of the restraints I bought. Bars, straps, attachments. Everything detachable to make things easier. Plenty to work with. I didn’t shy away from really spending Kadir’s money. Some go under the mattress, some attach to the four-poster-bed. Each corner of the massive bed has a vertical post going up toward the ceiling. Fancy beautiful black iron with twists and floral carvings. At the top of each, similar bars run horizontally, connecting the tops of the posts. The top is completely open, no roof or canopy. Curtains drape down the sides from the horizontal beams, but are currently pulled all the way back out of the way. It’s incredibly sturdy, and the bars are perfect for strapping and hanging things.
I hear more and more muffled screams, not loud, but she could wake the baby if I’m not careful. So I finish setting up, grab some scissors, and rush over to Ella’s room.
“Shhh shhhh” I try to calm her as I enter. “Its ok baby, come here, lets go with mommy.” I cut the zip tie connected to the bed, but leave the other tie and the gag on her mouth. She looks confused, tears in her poor little hazel eyes, the gag forcing her mouth into an always-shocked expression. I grab a handful of her little ass to distract her. I say in a sweet baby voice, “Now listen to mommy, you need to come with me, stop your whining you little cunt”. Grace’s voice saying it is so satisfying. The pussy between my legs drips a bit down my thigh. I glance down to watch it trickle a bit out from my shorts and down my leg. God damn.
Ella is smaller than me, and easy to handle. Though she’s 18, she never really grew up. She’s petite, baby-faced, and naive. I pull her out of her room and into the master bedroom. The look of shock never leaving her face, but her ever-serious thick eyebrows furrow even more when she sees all the setup around the bed. She muffles something. “Its ok you little fucking sex slave, mommy has to do some things with you, and you need to do exactly what mommy says ok?” I shut the door behind us. Its thick and seals well, and we’re far enough away from the baby’s room down the hall. I think we’re good no matter how much noise we make.