Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 8 – The Feast 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, still possessing husband, I bind wife onto kitchen table. Food fetish, with desserts all over her, while the daughter blows me under table. Then wife bound missionary on table, with daughter sitting on her face.

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

-Non-con

-Torture/Pain/Crying/Sadism

-Incest

-Bondage

-Butt plugs

-Lots of Food fetish

-Gross licking face/nose/armpits/foot

-Breast milk

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Chapter 8 – The Feast

“Alright ladies, let’s go downstairs. It’s Christmas, remember. Let’s go eat and have some fun.”

I currently possess the lean athletic body of Kadir, having a fun night of Christmas festivities with his wife, Grace, and 18 year old daughter Ella.

I’ve just finished taking a nice warm bath with them, cleaning up from all the fun before that.

Grace, so soft and motherly. Her pale skin still naked and damp, pretty blonde and brown highlighted hair wet on her shoulders. Her petite figure, tits and ass just slightly more than a handful each, her body thin but with a womanly plumpness in just the right places. Her finger and toenails painted such a classy platinum white for the holidays. Her blue eyes look back at me, scared of what’s to come. Her mouth forced open with a ring gag, her wrists and ankles have leather cuffs for attaching to whatever I want. Her buttcheeks reveal a little emerald gem butt plug between them when she walks.

And Ella, the little daughter. Older than she looks by far. Tiny thin body, so perky and fit. Mostly flat chest, with a hint of plump to her little hips and butt. Dusky almond skin, tan-lines from the one-piece bathing suit she often wears. Silky long black hair, wet across her shoulder and back. Her finger and toenails painted a cute blue. Her eyes just as scared as her mother, hazel irises staring back at me, at her daddy. The same ring gag, cuffs, and a slightly bigger ruby red gem in her little butt.

I have Ella carry all the bags of supplies I bought from the store, watching her struggle cutely with it all. I make them walk in front of me down the steps. They groan and waddle, tentatively taking baby-steps the whole way, careful not to hurt their sensitive forced-open buttholes. It’s a pain in the ass, but I enjoy the sight of naked mother and daughter struggling down the steps.

We walk past photos on the wall. Elegant art and photography. Family portraits of Kadir and Grace at their wedding, Ella and her dad smiling at the beach, the whole family right after the new baby was born. The little guy sleeps peacefully upstairs, the only innocent member of their family, the only one spared.

Down the dark, curving stairs, through the foyer, the three of us moving quietly through the house, the girls trying not to wake the baby for fear of what I might do. Into the dark kitchen.

“Hey babe, can you turn on some lights? Just a couple. The Christmas tree, those overhead ones, let’s set the mood a bit.” I have Ella set all the supplies down on the kitchen floor, and I move behind the girl and hug her to me. Feeling her naked flesh against mine. I kiss the top of her head and breathe in her freshly shampooed scent. My cock stiffens slightly as I caress her chest and gently cup her breast. Grace glances back at me, and my point is make clear: I have Ella, no false moves.

I walk with Ella, exploring the kitchen a bit while we wait, making myself at home. Everything is so expensive, for no reason. Exorbitant, flashy. The counter has a bowl full of ripe fruit, apples, bananas, plums. I check the fridge. Wow. Desserts. Trays and tins stacked up high. Grace has been baking, a lot. For a Christmas party probably.

I move to the kitchen table with Ella, taking a seat at the head of the table and pulling her onto my lap. Feeling her naked butt pressing down into my thigh and groin, my cock stiffening a bit more. I sink into the expensive dining chair. Incredibly cushioned, high-back, upholstered. I watch as Grace does her housewife duties for her husband. She goes around turning on lights, revealing their pristine, wealthy kitchen. The dining table I sit at is solid wood and black iron, extremely expensive, heavy and sturdy. The whole kitchen looks straight out of a magazine, everything white, black accents, modern. The kitchen opens up to the living room next to it, a massive space, high ceiling, meant to look grand. A massive fireplace, huge Christmas tree, wrap-around leather couch and designer chairs. A huge landscape painting on the wall. I glance back at the Christmas tree. Beautiful white lights wrap around it. Along with red and white ribbons and garland.

All mine for tonight.

I have Grace play some soft instrumental Christmas music from the TV. A bit chilly, I have her light the fireplace. I watch her closely the whole time, partially to make sure she doesn’t do anything she shouldn’t, but mostly just to watch her naked body.

Her wet shoulder-length hair sways as she walks, expensive blonde and brown highlights. Her soft, fair skin, she looks so creamy and fuckable. My dick swells again, half-mast beneath Ella on my lap. I reach down and spread the girl’s legs apart, making her straddle my thigh. I caress her inner thighs, watching Grace the whole time. Moving inward to her little pussy, rubbing her mound and lips gently. Grace bends down to get the fire started. Her ass parting a bit, a bit of pussy revealed, her crotch shrouded in shadow lewdly in the dim light of the room. She turns back to me when she’s done, and lowers her head submissively as she sees me with Ella on my lap.

“All done, babe? Ok let’s set the table now. Bring out all those desserts you made. Set them out on the table. Oh and wine? Got anything nice? Yeah I thought so. That first. Go on then.”

I give her directions as she starts reluctantly setting the table, watching her walk around the kitchen naked. Green little gem peeking out from her ass, gagged mouth in a forced surprised “O” shape. She pours me a glass of expensive red wine. Spiced holiday wine, perfect. I grab her ass as she pours, wiggling her butt plug with a finger, teasingly making her spill a bit, just so I can watch her wipe it up. Damn, it’s delicious. Rich people have it good. I lean back, taking in the holiday atmosphere.

Grace sets out several dishes of amazing little desserts. She’s really quite the baker, probably loving showing off to Kadir’s rich friends and family. I have her put different things at each seat around the table. While she works, she struggles to concentrate as I continue fondling her daughter on my lap. Grace tries to ignore it, but I’m so blatant, kissing her daughter loudly on the shoulders and neck, sticky sounds as I finger at her tiny pussy.

Ella’s legs are spread, straddling my thigh, her warm cunt squishing down against my flesh. Her back leaning into my chest as I wrap my arms around her. I bounce my leg up and down gently, making her jiggle embarrassingly. Her small breasts shaking, I grab at them, sliding my hands from one to the other. I rest my chin on her shoulder, breathing in her sweet scent, her neck and damp hair so enticing after her bath. My cock throbs underneath, poking up into her thigh and buttcheek. I sip my wine, sliding my hand down to casually play with Ella’s little pussy again. I try to keep her at least a little aroused, whether she likes it or not.

Just a father sitting with his daughter, enjoying a drink, while using her little body as it was intended to be used.

As Grace finishes setting the table, I stand up with Ella and make her fetch the supplies I left on the kitchen floor. I smile as I notice a fair amount of wetness on my thigh where her pussy sat. I also have Grace go fetch some of the red and white ribbons from the Christmas tree. She looks confused, but obeys. They bring me the bags and ribbons, and I start setting the table in my own way.

I lift my wife and lay her down faceup longways in the center of the dining table, careful to not bump any dishes. She takes up most of the middle, like a big naked centerpiece. I bind her wrists together behind her head, like she’s relaxing, elbows pointing out to either side. The leather cuffs on her wrists making it easy to attach red ribbons, holding them together tightly. Then I move to her legs. I grab some rope from the bag and run it under her, behind her lower back. I grab one of her ankles and lift her leg as high as I can, practically in her armpit. She wiggles in surprise but then allows it for fear of punishment. I take the rope from behind her lower back and snake it up around her upper thigh, then back under her lower back. This holds her thigh bent way up, pressed pretty close up to the side of her abdomen. I run the rope around her other thigh the same way, tying everything tightly. God this looks amazing already. Her thighs tied up so tightly, spreading her crotch wide open. Lastly I take some more ribbon, bend each leg at the knees, and tie each calf down tight to thigh, keeping her knees completely bent, unable to move.