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.
I coax Ella into getting on the bed. Shes so confused she doesn’t even complain or struggle. I lay her in the middle of the bed, and begin fastening her ankles with straps coming from under the mattress. I cut the zip tie off her wrists and quickly tie up her arms the same way before she even realizes what’s happening. The cuffs of the restraints are detachable, so you can keep them on her wrists and ankles, move them to another location, and attach her wherever you want. She keeps muffling things and her eyes are teared up. She’s fully spread eagle in the center of the bed, stretched in all four directions as far as she can go. Soft, light pink pajamas, snowflake pattern on them, so pure. For now.
“There we’re all done. Now we have some time before daddy gets back, so you’re gonna make mommy cum on your face, ok baby?” I don’t wait for a response.
I crawl on top of her as she mumbles and begins struggling at the straps. Straddling her in cowgirl position, I sit my full weight on her. I begin slowly grinding my hips, pressing my pussy into her crotch through both our clothes. “There, feel mommy’s pussy on your pussy.”
I get down on my elbows over her. My tits hang loose in my shirt, brushing against her face. I press them down, smothering her a bit, grinding and gyrating the whole time. Rubbing our bodies together.
I’m still not used to any of the smells in the room. Usually, you don’t notice your own scent, but I’m not myself, so it’s all so fascinating and new. So erotic, all the fresh, feminine smells of soaps and lotions and clean clothes and sheets all starting to rub against one another.
I slide lower and give her kisses all over her face, her wide open mouth and puckered stretched lips, then her neck. Talking baby-talk to her the whole time. I inhale her little girly scent from her neck and hair, fresh and warm. I move down lower, still grinding my pussy, this time on her thigh. I shove my face, my nose, straight into her armpit, rubbing my face around, breathing in deeply. No scent of sweat, hardly anything at all except fruity soap, fresh from bathing recently, such warmth. My pussy is throbbing, plastered to the inside of my shorts.
I lift up a bit to look down at my crotch. A wet spot makes the gray sweatpant fabric dark. Stuck so tight to my pussy, it actually clearly outlines the shape, the puffiness, the lips, the crease down the center. I inadvertently moan in excitement, and hearing the sound of Grace moaning actually turns me on more. “Look Ellie-baby, you made me so wet.”
I crawl upward and place my crotch directly over Ella’s teary eyes, runny nose, stretched mouth. She closes her eyes tight and tries to turn away, but I grab her by the head with both hands to center her face under my pussy as I lower it down. I grind front to back across her entire face as she squeals and mumbles. It feels so good, my heart races, my breathing heavy. “It’s ok. Shhhhh baby just take it on your pretty face.” Always talking to her in a sweet motherly baby voice. She lets out a muffled sob beneath me. “No don’t cry, your nose makes mommy’s pussy feel so good.” I try not to hurt her, rubbing faster and faster, her little nose and the tightly stretched lips with a gag in them creating some nice bumps to grind on.