Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 3 – The Naughty List – edited

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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 / Non-con

-Torture / Pain / Violence / Crying / Sadism

-Incest

-Bondage

-Gross tastes / smells (bodily fluids, piss, asshole, sweat)

-Queefing

-Squirting



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Chapter 3 – The Naughty List

I stand by the bedpost, zip-tied, completely helpless. Still possessing Grace’s body, I start to shift around. The waiting is getting me so turned on. I kind of have to pee from the anxiety. Little Ella is strapped on the bed next to me, spread-eagle on her back, wrists and ankles bound to the bed. She whimpers, and I keep trying to soothe her with Grace’s motherly voice. We had quite a good time since her daddy has been gone. And now we patiently wait for his return.

I hear a door opening downstairs. Finally, Kadir is back. God I can’t wait. My pussy is so wet with anticipation.

Footsteps. I wait. The bedroom door opens. He enters, about to open his mouth to say something, then stops dead in his tracks. His eyes go wide as he sees his wife and 18 year old daughter bound to his bed.

I pounce, quickly leaving Grace’s body and racing toward Kadir. Behind me, I start to hear confused mumbling from Grace. I feel a sudden rush of warmth as I enter Kadir’s firm, athletic body again.

And before me I get to see the amazing sight he walked in on. Grace is standing next to the bed, near the pulled-back curtains hanging from the beams above. Looking around, bewildered. Zip-tied to one of the vertical posts of the big, king-sized four-poster-bed. Straps and restraints hang from the horizontal beams connecting the tops of the four posts near the ceiling. And in the center of the big comfy mattress lays the helpless Ella, spread out in her light pink and white snowflake pajamas. My dick twitches.

Muffled voice comes from Grace as she starts to get frantic, looking around, pulling at the zip ties, looking at me and mumbling something into her gagged mouth.

A sour look on her face then. “Ah does it taste good?” I say. She must have noticed the dirty panties in her mouth, her saliva soaking with the foul taste of a full day of sweat, crusty discharge, and ass. I smile. And the look in her eyes. She yells something into her gag, confused. Mumbling at me, demanding things. Demanding to untie her, demanding I tell her what’s going on.

“You’re so noisy. That needs to stop right now.” Her eyebrows furrow in shocked anger. She yells more. I walk over to her and slap her right in the face. Hard. The strength I have in this body. I like it. She buckles and falls, held up only by zip ties.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I grab her hair and lift her up. At first she doesn’t try to stand, her hair pulls hard, she squeals, then follows my pulling and stands.

“Do exactly what I say and I won’t kill you. Do what I say, and I won’t kill Ella.” I look over at the precious girl, who stares back at me with wide teary eyes. I look back at Grace, who goes completely still, staring into my eyes in horror, unable to comprehend.

“Do what I say, and nothing happens… to the baby.” At the reference to her newborn sleeping in the other room, Grace screams and thrashes against my hand, vicious, fighting me with everything she has. I shake my head in disappointment, letting go of her hair.

I climb onto the bed and straddle kneeling over Ella’s belly. “Every time you complain, or fight, or anything I don’t like, I’ll do something you don’t like.” I grab one of Ella’s tiny tits through her pajama top and twist hard. There’s not much there at all, just a small mound and little nipple. But she squeals in agony.

A few seconds of muffled screaming from Ella, and Grace starts to change from anger to pleading. Her tone changes, now mumbling something repeatedly over and over. It sounds like she’s saying ‘OK OK OK’. Both girls are crying. I raise my eyebrow, staring at Grace. Then continue to torture Ella’s nipple.

Grace is still pleading and squealing. “You’re both still loud. Still annoying. Your choice ladies, naughty or nice?” I continue. She continues begging, shaking her head and sobbing hysterically. I crank on the girl’s breast more, Ella keeps screaming in pain.

This continues for a few full minutes. They finally start to get the idea. That if they annoy me, for any reason, they regret it. A few minutes more, and they start to break. Ella seems to go numb to the pain, barely whimpering, just breathing heavily. Grace just looks away, silent and still, lifeless eyes.

“That’s better,” I say, finally letting go. Now I can finally have some fun.

I look down between Ella’s legs. Her crotch has a little wet spot, the light pink fabric turned dark. A bit of pee trickled out in all her pain. I swoop down into 69 position on top of her. I bury my face in and inhale. My nose touching the little wet spot. Warm. The scent is sharp, sour. I lick my tongue out at it. Salty. Gross, but my dick swells in my shorts.

Her little face is turned away from her daddy’s crotch straddling her head. I hump down and slide my growing cock across her cheek through my pants. My balls sliding across her little ear and temple. I breathe in that scent again. My daughter’s pussy, her piss.

I hear a mumbling complaint from my left as Grace forgot the rules. I lift up and sit down a bit on the side of Ella’s head. I grip nipple again and crank hard. She squeals at first, then remembers it only stops if she stops. Grace remembers too. I smile. Such good girls.

I crawl off the bed and get completely naked. Damn, Kadir’s body is so tight and manly. He’s on the smaller side, lean. A very gifted soccer player throughout school. He moves with such energy. It’s fun to control him. Almost like controlling a video game character. You press a button and he just keeps going without really getting tired.

I go grab some restraints from the supplies. I walk over to Grace again. She knows not to resist. I put detachable cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then cut off the zip ties. I move her onto the bed so she’s kneeling straddled over Ella’s chest, facing the girl’s feet.

Grace lets out a sob and I stop moving and stare at her, which wordlessly tells her I’m considering punishment for the noise. She lowers her head submissively, going silent. I continue moving again, buckling her wrists together behind her back, and her ankles to the same straps where Ella’s wrists are bound.

With Grace still kneeling upright, I move behind her. I bend down to kiss Ella gently on the cheek, “Shh! It’s ok baby.” She smells a bit like pussy. I lick at her face, smell her hair. Grace’s squirt, dried but still noticeable, a bit sour. Fuck, this is great.

I kneel down low, sitting on my heels, straddling the girl’s face, and playfully slap my hard cock on her forehead a few times. Grace kneels right in front of me, facing away from me. I sit my cock and balls down on Ella’s helpless face and reach forward and grab Grace’s ass, which is about eye level with me now. I feel her up, squeezing her juicy, motherly cheeks. She’s shaking, but otherwise silently allows it.

I press my face forward straight into Grace’s butt, my nose digging in her ass crack. Her gray shorts so soft, the sweatpants material fuzzy and warm on my nose and mouth. I motorboat and rub my face around. Then breathe in her scent. That musk. A hint of stinky asshole. But mostly sweet and feminine. I sigh in pleasure, my cock pulsating, splayed across Ella’s gagged mouth and chin.

I lift off Ella’s face, kneeling upright and hugging Grace from behind. My cock pokes against her ass cheek. I grab her soft hair and pull her head back, like a rough lover. I nuzzle in her neck, behind her ear, breathing in her hair and skin. I hold her around the belly with my other arm, squeezing her tight, feeling her motherly warmth. I move my arm up and grab her tits over her white tank top.