Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 6 – Winter Showers – edited by SKOLL

Villain uses supernatural powers to possess and control a family in their home to get sick vengeance. Older story, 9-parts. Ridiculous shock horror fantasy. Don’t take it too seriously. Warning, these later chapters may alienate you with polarizing niche kinks.In this chapter, I possess the daughter to explore and violate her mother suspended over foot of bed. Includes fisting and lots of pissing.

Don’t start here! Start at chapter 1!Just reuploading this old series with some edits.

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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / WARNINGS

-Rape/Abuse/Violence

-Torture/Pain/Crying/Sadism

-Incest

-Bondage

-Gross bodily fluids tastes/smells

-Fingering dirty asshole

-Breastmilk

-Fisting

-Squirting

-Pissing

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Chapter 6 – Winter Showers

I rest for a few minutes, letting my heart rate come down, exhausted. I admire the sight. The beautiful, expensive four-poster-bed so defiled and desecrated. King-sized mattress soaked with piss and fluids. Vertical black iron posts running up from each corner of the bed, connected at the top by horizontal beams, which usually just drape fancy curtains down the sides of the bed. But now they hang a dripping mess of mother and daughter suspended above the bed. Grace twitches limply, in a sort of hovering missionary position, all four limbs stretched and hanging from the 4 corners of the beams above. Her 18 year old daughter, Ella, lays unconscious on top of her in 69 position, arms bound in a hug around her mother’s waist.

I almost can’t believe what just happened. I took the girl’s virginity so savagely that she passed out and pissed herself all over her mother’s face.

It reminds me I have to piss too. Well Kadir has to I guess. I look down at the body I possess. Grace’s husband, Ella’s dad. Kadir’s stamina has been incredible. I won’t need much of a rest before this body is ready to go again.

But first… I look back up at Ella. Blood and piss still wet on her poor little cunthole. I actually hope she isn’t too hurt, but vengeance urges me on. The man I once was would never do this. But the monster I’ve become forces me to keep going.

I stand on the bed and start taking the women down from their restraints. I leave the ring gags in their mouths, detachable cuffs on their ankles and wrists, but carefully bring them down to lay on the bed. Grace starts to roll into a ball around poor Ella, cover her up, but I yank her away. “No no, I’ve got plans for you.” She sobs and reluctantly lets me pull her to the foot of the bed. Leaving Ella laying unconscious, a tiny bit of blood trickling out of her pussy to stain the sheets.

I stand with Grace on the edge of the bed, and start to string her up again. She doesn’t fight me, but can barely hold herself up anymore, her knees shaking, relying on me to keep her from falling off the bed. I bind her wrists together straight above her head, attaching them to the sturdy horizontal beam above us. Then I put straps around her knees, suspending them from above too. Her thighs are spread as wide as they go, her feet dangling straight down.

I step down and look. It took a while, but the view is worth it. Kadir’s lovely wife Grace hangs suspended a couple feet above the mattress, between the 2 posts at the foot of the bed, facing away from the bed. Her body is petite, but a bit of plumpness and curves in the right places. Arms straight up, body completely vertical. Legs spread wide, bent down at the knees. She hangs her head limply, her pretty blue eyes not making eye contact, defeated.

Her hair was once expensively done blonde and brown highlights, wavy shoulder length locks. Now a dripping mess. Her fair skin, red and flushed, sweaty. Her platinum white painted toenails the only reminder of the classy mom she was before.

I walk over to the supplies I bought earlier and find some zip-ties. Then I go to where Ella lays on the bed. So sweet and broken. Her tiny body. Dusky skin with tan-lines, silky black hair.

She’s starting to wake up. I hurry. I strip her completely naked. Her ripped pink pajama pants and cotton panties were still partially clinging on. I take the material and start stuffing it in my mouth. I notice the flavor of her panties. Still mostly clean, they have a hint of sourness from pussy juice, piss, and sweat. My cock starts to stiffen a bit. I then rip her pants in half and stuff one part in my mouth, really making sure Kadir is fully gagged. The other part I wrap tightly around my mouth, tying it behind my head. I test it, trying to make some noise. Good enough.

I then zip-tie my ankles and then wrists to one of the vertical bed posts right near where Grace hangs. The bed is so sturdy, he won’t be able to do a thing, just out of reach, helplessly standing next to his wife and daughter. I can’t wait.

Just as Ella starts to moan, waking up in pain, I leave Kadir’s body and swoop over into Ella’s. The pain is immediate. I almost puke, god this feels awful. I almost feel bad for the poor girl. At least I can bear her pain for a while, give her a break. They don’t seem to be conscious while I’m possessing their bodies.

I take the ring gag off my face and open and close my jaw a few times. Damn that’s uncomfortable. My lips and cheeks feel raw.

I sit up in the bed and look down. My legs shaking. God my insides are on fire. I feel her pussy, fingering the wet hole. The bleeding has stopped. Painful, but nothing seems too badly hurt.

Kadir starts to shout, muffled by his gag. I crawl over to him. He thrashes around in a confused rage, looking from me to Grace hanging above. “Mmmm mmm!” Shock and horror in his eye as he muffles into his gag.

“Daddy, you did this. You fucked mommy and me. Look daddy. You popped my cherry.” I enjoy teasing him, getting as weird as I can just for the hell of it. I crawl close to him, as he stands there tied to the bed post, trying to escape with all his strength. I face my ass to him, bent over on all fours. And I wiggle around, spreading open wide, twerking my little ass around. I reach under and finger myself right in front of him. He looks away in horror, unable to comprehend what’s happening.

I stand at the foot of the bed right next to Grace. Still in pain, but it’s getting better. I grab her ass, feel her up and down, hug her gently. She flinches in confusion. I peek around her body to look her in the face. She has a renewed look of confusion as her husband and daughter seem to be acting so differently suddenly. She looks at me with utter shock in her pretty blue eyes. The shocked expression intensified by the ring gag forcing her mouth open in a wide “O” shape. I smile and kiss her on the cheek, “It’s ok mommy.”

I recoil a bit from all the nasty fluids all over her used face. “Ew mommy, you’re gross. We need to take a bath soon.”

I feel around her body again, enjoying the helpless position I have her in, making Kadir watch just out of reach.

Her face and hair are gross, but the rest of her just has a sexy sheen of sweat. Musky, but still pleasant. I caress her exposed armpits. A tiny hint of stubble, just a day’s worth of not shaving. I hug her tightly and shove my little face in, rubbing around over my nose and cheeks and mouth. I inhale her. Kinda gross, but still a hint of her feminine vanilla scent. I lick and slobber all over, tasting her salty skin. She squirms, so embarrassed, so weirded out that her daughter is doing this. I giggle and continue licking, down and across her sideboob. So warm and squishy.

I reach down and grab a handful of mommy’s naked buttcheek, squeezing and sliding my little hand around. I finger my pussy with the other hand, trying to get past the pain, get back to pleasure. Her cunt is so sensitive and raw, but starts to get wet.

I kneel down and spread Grace’s cheeks apart. I take my little fingers and touch them to her dirty asshole. The brown puckered flesh juxtaposed against these fingers, nails painted a cute girly blue, it’s just so wrong. I poke and prod and swirl around. She squirms and kicks helplessly. I shove a finger in suddenly, a knuckle deep. She flinches and recoils violently, but I leave it there. I’m careful not to dig around too much, for fear of anything too nasty. I stick my mouth up to an asscheek right in front of me and kiss deeply, sucking and biting gently.

I take the finger out of her asshole and quickly shove it without warning up into her pussy. She lets out a muffled squeal as I rapidly start poking my little finger in and out, cleaning it off with her pussy juices.

I duck down under Grace, crawling between her suspended legs. Then I carefully grab onto the ripped gray shorts that still cling around her waist, pulling myself up in front of her, face to face. Standing so close to the edge of the bed, I have to hug her tightly so I don’t fall off. I slide up and down on her, enjoying the slickness, feeling our sweaty bodies grinding on each other. Nipples on nipples, belly on belly, pussy on pussy.

“God mommy, this is so hot. I can feel my little pussy getting wetter.” Grace wiggles around in shock and disgust. Her dangling feet kicking around helplessly on either side of us. “No seriously, taste.” I dig a finger into my slick pussy and swirl around. I take it out and shove it straight in her forced-open mouth, wiping it around on her helpless tongue inside. She makes a gross gagging sound and I pull out.