1. Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 3 - The Naughty List - edited


    Date: 4/3/2024, Categories: Fantasy BDSM Bondage and restriction Cruelty Discipline, Domination/submission Extreme, Group Sex Horror, Humiliation Incest Male / Females Male Domination, Male/Female Male/Teen Female Mind Control, Monster, Non-consensual sex Rape Torture, Young Author: SKOLL, Source: sexstories.com 

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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 ...
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