Introduction:
I use supernatural powers to possess and control a husband, wife, and daughter in their home to get sick and extreme vengeance. Older story, 9-parts, all smut, each chapter more extreme with more kinks. Ridiculous shock horror fantasy. Don’t take it too seriously.In this chapter, still possessing the husband, I make the wife clean up the mess we made of the daughter. Then mother and daughter are bound at the headboard, and more punishment and discipline are issued.
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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
-Eating cum and squirt
-Fingering dirty asshole
-Sweat licking
-Armpit licking
-Breastmilk
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Chapter 4 – Cookies & Milk
Mother and daughter. I made them both mine. I use them however I want.
My energy is already coming back. I’m not as exhausted after sex as I used to be in my old body. This guy is incredible.
I currently possess the body of Kadir. Just finished using him to fuck his wife, Grace. Made her squirt against her will all over their daughter Ella, strapped helplessly underneath her mother.
Grace is a small but curvy woman in her mid 30s. Her hair is shoulder length, classy and expensive with blonde and brown highlights. She has a soft, fair-skinned body, tits on the bigger side, ass and hips nice and thick. She lays on top of her daughter, her crotch squatting down over the girl’s face in 69 position.
Her 18 year old daughter Ella is strapped faceup beneath her. Her legs are stretched wide toward the bottom two corners of the bed. Her hands are strapped tightly down at her sides. Her black hair, long and sleek, splays out under her. Ella is very petite. She looks extremely young for her age, a late bloomer. And her parents have spoiled her so much that she remains naive and innocent for her age. She has a nice almond skin-tone, a mix of her daddy’s darker Turkish and mommy’s pale Irish complexions.
I shift to the side of the girls a bit and pull Grace by the hips. Pussy in a low 69 position directly over Ella’s face. I slap her thick ass a few times. She shifts slightly, but isn’t fully aware of things anymore, still limp, still on the verge of consciousness. I slap again and again. And finally, I see some of my cum oozing out of her vagina onto her daughter’s face under her. I dig my fingers in her sloppy hole and scoop more of it out, wiping it over the girl’s lips and nose.
I reach under Grace, squeezing at lower belly, pelvic area, coaxing more cum out. Her body has little control over anything anymore. Still dripping a bit of squirt, now the creampie seeps out, caking the helpless little girl.
I leisurely sit leaning on Grace’s comfy pillow ass for a few minutes, just playing with her pussy, digging around, fingering, wiping on Ella. Finally I feel her start to come back to her senses, body start to tense up again, realizing what happened, starting to whimper and silently cry into the sheets.
I smack her ass. “Ok time to clean up. Be a good house wife. Ella, your mommy’s gonna clean you up, don’t worry.”
I detach all Grace’s restraints, leaving the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but letting her move freely. She’s weak, still shaking a bit, barely able to roll over and lift herself. But I keep coaxing her, giving her little slaps on the haunches, flicks on the nipples.
“Come on, bend down, face right here.” I get her over Ella, face to face with her daughter. The girl lays face up, arms strapped at her hips, helplessly staring up at her mommy.
“Lick. Clean it all up. I want her spotless. Come on, if I taste any of my cum later, you’re in deep shit.”
I remove Grace’s gag temporarily, pulling out the soaked disgusting wad of her own dirty panties from her mouth. She coughs, but I’ve broken her enough, she knows not to resist, not to scream. I grab a fistful of her hair and push her face down. She lays on her daughter, trying not to put all her weight on the poor girl.
Grace tentatively opens her mouth and reaches out her tongue. Her face pinched in a sour expression, trying not to gag. “Come on, like you’ve never tasted my cum before.” She hesitates and makes a weird face. “Wait really, you never have? What the fuck, you’re so vanilla.” I laugh and shove her face into it, tongue forced into clump of slimy white jizz. She licks.
“Swallow it.” She gags slightly, and I slap the back of her head in punishment. Finally she pulls herself together a bit and starts lapping it all up slowly.
While she works, hunched over, licking and slurping up my cum off her daughter’s quivering face, I move to behind her. I lift her ass up a bit, getting her on her knees again, straddled over Ella’s midsection. And I just play around with her sloppy mess of a cunt, still oozing a bit of jizz. I stick a couple fingers in and wiggle around for my own amusement.
Grace stops licking, uncomfortable, sensitive. “I told you to lick, bitch!” I shove two fingers in hard and she whimpers and gets back to work. I act angry, but I’m secretly trying to distract her and make it hard for her to concentrate.
I pull out of the pussy and slide my wet fingers up to the puckered brown hole above. I know she’s probably not very clean or prepared down there yet, so I don’t intend on getting too dirty. But she doesn’t know that.
She stops again, whipping her head around. Shocked expression on her face, staring into my eyes. Such pretty blue eyes, I just noticed.
“What are you doing?” She demands before realizing she shouldn’t have spoken like that. I raise an eyebrow.
I pounce on her, quickly grabbing her hair with one hand, smushing her face down on the bed slightly off the side of Ella. She’s so much weaker than me, it’s simple to hold her here. With her out of the way, I use my other hand to clamp down on Ella’s long black hair. Gripping hard to both girls, I twist, inflicting excruciating pain on their scalps as I almost rip their hair out at the roots. I bury Grace’s face in the sheets to muffle her agonizing scream, Ella’s scream muffled by her gag.
Only a few seconds of this and Grace is screaming for forgiveness, pleading for me to stop, mostly for the pain she knows her daughter is in.
“I don’t stop until you both stop screaming!” It takes them a full 20 seconds to get the idea. I feel a slight tearing in Grace’s hair, she forces herself to stop, and starts trying to calm Ella.
A few moments later, finally, peace and quiet. I let go. They both lay panting, whimpering, crying quietly.
I give them a moment, and then I force Grace back on her hands and knees over her daughter, pushing her face back towards Ella’s, “Lick!” She gathers herself and slowly starts cleaning again.
I let her get a little further and then continue my cruel distractions again. I sit behind her, legs cross Indian style between both girls’ legs. I feel like a kid at Christmas, playing with his new toys.
Grace on her hands and knees, her ass pointing right at me, I spread her cheeks. Her little brown asshole winks at me, and she reflexively clenches in surprise. But she continues lapping away. I gather some slimy fluid still leaking from her sticky pussy, and then start wiping and smearing it around her puckered asshole. A squeak of discomfort escapes her mouth, but she keeps licking.
I play around, rubbing, poking, prodding, flicking her dirty hole. I smile, leaning a bit to the side to glance back and forth between her ass and her face. Her tongue still licking away, a sour disgusted look on her face, her eyebrows furrowed.
A few more minutes and Ella is completely spotless. “Oh look, Ella, I think mommy’s got you all clean again. Here, let daddy take a look.”
I crawl around to the girl’s face and lean in close. Grace did a great job of cleaning her daughter with her mouth. Ella’s face smells a bit like spit, but not really any hint of my cum or other nasty fluids. Her silky black hair still smells a bit like pussy, from her mother’s squirt. But I don’t mind, it gives her such a lewd, erotic musk. A break in her purity. Though 18, she’s as innocent and inexperienced as a little girl. And the smell of sex fluids on her is beautifully at odds with that innocence.
Ella still lays strapped down flat in the center of the big bed. Grace sits freely next to her, afraid to move, waiting for my next commands. I look at her, she can’t bring herself to look into my eyes anymore. She shivers, arms wrapped around her chest, concealing her breasts. She still has her tight white tank top on, but the chest is ripped wide open. What’s left of her ripped gray shorts is wrapped like a skirt around her waist, draping down and covering her crotch, keeping her modest as she sits there, but the ripped clothing giving her such a ravaged look.
“Babe, sit at the headboard. Lean your back against it.” Grace winces at the pet name I have the audacity to use while raping them. I ignore it and just point to the head of the bed, a fancy gray cushioned headboard. She opens her mouth to say something, I cock my head at her, and she quickly closes it again, remembering not to complain. She crawls reluctantly over there. I give her ass a little pat as she goes. I help her get comfy, propping some pillows behind her, making her sit upright.
Her wrists and ankles still have detachable bondage cuffs on them. I leave her legs to lay freely, straight out in front of her. I look up. The beautiful bed has vertical posts running up from each corner, and horizontal beams connecting the tops of those posts, with pulled back curtains draping down from them. I attach straps from her wrists up tightly to the horizontal beam above. Her arms are up diagonally, out in a ‘Y’ shape above her head.
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