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**Don’t begin here! Begin at Chapter 1!**
**Just reuploading this old series with some edits.**
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In this final chapter, still possessing husband, I make the girls clean each other, then bind them in a unique position by the fireplace, punishing them in numerous methods.
**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/ anal
-Food fetish
-Gross licking face/armpits/foot/pubes/sweat
-Breast milk
-Squirt
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**Final Chapter – The Family Tree**
After feasting on Grace’s lovely desserts, eating her baked goods off her naked body, then fucking her and cumming all over her daughter’s face, we’ve made quite a mess. I sit back in an expensive upholstered, high-backed dining chair, and sip my wine, forcing the two ladies to lick each other clean standing on the hardwood floor next to the table.
I currently possess the body of Kadir, Grace’s husband, Ella’s daddy. A family of awful, spoiled, rich assholes that took everything from me. And tonight, I take everything from them.
Grace goes first, standing and leaning down a bit to lick at Ella’s face. The girl is shorter and smaller than her mother, though both are petite. Ella is 18 but looks so much younger, all baby-faced and innocent.
Grace’s face itself is still glazed with dried ice cream and other juices, her body a mess as well. She’s such a nurturing mother, she laps her tongue out of her leather ring gag holding her jaw open wide. Holding Ella’s face gently, cleaning my jizz off her cheeks, her eyelid, her forehead and mouth. She licks around and inside Ella’s matching black ring gag, mixing saliva, forced to make out with her baby girl. Cleaning off the remnants of creamy desserts that clumped up around the girls mouth. It reminds me of watching a mom wipe a kids face clean after eating, but in a sexy way. Mothers should at all times clean their kids up like this.
“The hair too, babe.” Ella’s silky long black hair has some clumps of white cum. Grace struggles to clean it, having to carefully rake her tongue through.
When she finally finishes, Grace looks at me. I point at Ella’s body, silently telling her she has more work to do. The girl was forced to sit on Grace’s face while I fucked her, so her crotch has some sloppy juices on it. From ice cream and plum juice, but also a bit of Ella’s own pussy juice. Grace had licked at her cunt furiously the whole time I fucked, under threat of punishment. Ella couldn’t help but get a little wet. And towards the end of fucking, I had laid Ella down onto Grace’s body, so the little girl’s tits, belly, and part of her inner thigh has some creamy mess to clean up as well.
Grace has to kneel down on the hardwood kitchen floor, tongue licking across her daughter’s naked chest, her small tits, slowly licking away at the creamy mess. She lowers down and cleans the girl’s belly, then she gets down low, sitting on her heels right under Ella. She spreads her legs aside slowly and then licks at the girl’s inner thigh.
I watch and sip my spiced wine, enjoying the Christmas music playing softly in the room. I glance around from the kitchen looking out over the enormous living room that opens up next to it. The gigantic high ceiling. The enormous Christmas tree in the corner. The gorgeous fireplace with a warm flickering fire. The mantel above it, expensive Christmas decor and trinkets and family photos. Stockings hanging down. And four hats. Two red Santa hats, a little green elf hat, and a tiny green elf hat for a baby. I get up and grab the three bigger ones, leaving the baby’s. I put on one of the Santa ones and walk back over to the girls with the other two. I rub the inside of each on my cock and balls, still feeling a bit sticky from earlier, cleaning myself up a bit. Then I shove the hats on the girls’ heads as Grace continues cleaning away between Ella’s thighs. Santa hat on mommy, elf hat on little girl. I sit back down. What a wholesome family moment.
Grace moves carefully up between Ella’s thighs, reaching her sweet little pussy, lapping away like a good housewife, the red and white hat so sexy, nice blonde and brown hair draping down from under it. Ella whimpers and closes her eyes shut tight, trying to ignore what’s happening, so adorable in her little green elf hat. Her mother thoroughly cleans every inch of her cunt, the little tender crevasse between thigh and pussy, the pubic mound and puffy outside flesh, and then digging into her little folds, spreading her “innie” pussy open and cleaning it out.
A few minutes later, Grace stands and faces me, unable to make eye contact, her open mouth drooling and dripping onto her chest, her face and body still caked with desserts and fluids.
“Come here Ella, sit on Santa’s lap. She slowly comes over and sits down facing directly away from me, her little butt in my lap over my groin, her legs together, mine spread casually on either side. My cock still limp and exhausted under her soft thighs and cheeks. I hug her around the belly lovingly, leaning my face into her neck and hair, breathing her in. She trembles.
“Babe, come here, your turn.” Grace walks over, tits about eye level with her daughter. I force her another step, get her down on her knees face to face with Ella, and wait. Ella slowly grabs Grace’s face with both hands and starts licking, no instructions needed. She laps her little tongue out, cleaning her mommy’s filthy face. Dry sticky ice cream glazed all over, some juice from the plum that was in her mouth still around her lips. And some of the wetness is Ella’s own pussy juice from grinding on her mom’s face. She licks it all clean like a good girl.
I make Grace stand and Ella starts licking all over her mommy’s tits. Cupcake frosting all over her breasts, she carefully cleans them off little by little. Some of the wetness is from breast milk. I lean in and try another taste from one tit while Ella works on the other. Sweet and creamy, frosting and milk making such a great combination. Ella works her way across entire breasts, in between and underneath them, then down to belly.
Done there, I make Grace raise the arm where I feasted off of her. Sticky with a bit of frosting still. Not much, but I want to see Ella do it, so I make her crouch over her daughter a bit, arching her armpit over Ella’s upturned face. Grace’s face pulled right in front of mine, she turns away trying to ignore me. I lean in and kiss her cheek tauntingly. Her face is nice and clean. “You’re doing a great job Ella, keep it up and Santa will give you presents.” Ella gags a couple times, unable to ignore how gross it is to be licking her own mother’s armpit clean. I smile and nuzzle the girl’s neck, hugging her around the belly on my lap. A few minutes later and she’s all done.
“Ok ladies, let’s finish up on the couch. We can get cozy by the fire.” I bring my wine and walk them over to the enormous wrap-around leather couch. White carpet on my feet, I sink down into the comfy couch. “Up here babe. Lay over me. Ella right here.” Grace lays facedown across my lap, face resting on the couch next to me, her clean naked flesh so warm and squishy on my groin and thighs. Her butt arches up in the center over my lap, and I spread her thighs for Ella to kneel on all fours next to us and continue cleaning. Ella puts her face in between her mother’s asscheeks and starts lapping away again. I caress Grace’s soft, smooth back on my lap as her daughter cleans up her messy crotch right in front of me.
I sip my wine, listening to the Christmas music, the warm fire nearby, little sticky sounds as Ella licks up peppermint chocolate cheesecake. It’s a real mess, so it takes a while. Ella’s getting tired, so I take a hand and hold the back of her green elf hat to nudge her on. She cleans the outer lips, licks through trimmed pubes, gagging every so often. I help her pick a pube off her little tongue here and there. All while her mother’s butt plug stares her right in the face.
She reaches the inner folds and keeps stopping, gagging slightly, tongue getting tired. “Keep going baby. Nice and clean, or Santa will put you on the naughty list and punish the fucking shit out of you.”
After what seems like forever, Ella leans back panting. I grab an asscheek hard and wrench it toward me, prying everything open so I can see. Grace shifts uncomfortably, but I let go, satisfied.
“Good girl, Ella. Ok last thing, mommy’s nasty feet need cleaning too.” The look in the girl’s eyes. She wondered she was done. Now one of the worsts spots imaginable. I smack Grace on the ass, making her get off me and turn over. I get her faceup laying on the couch next to me, just her feet resting in my lap now. She covers her face with her hands, sobbing as silently as she can. I grab Ella by her elf hat and hair and make her lay facedown on the other side of me, head and arms resting in my lap, face to face with her mother’s feet. “Lick.”
She reluctantly starts licking at her mom’s feet, some caramel glaze still sticky between her toes. But the little girl keeps gagging, starting to totally give up, close to puking. “Ella…” I warn her. She tries, but just can’t continue, starting to cry. I look at Grace laying next to me, and she gives me a worried glance, knowing what happens if they disobey. “Ah ah” Grace tries to speak to Ella through her ring gag pathetically, tries to urge her daughter to listen to me. She lifts up her foot and tries to stick it in her own daughter’s mouth. My limp dick twitches, exhausted but slowly coming back to life. I have these girls trained so well that the mother is actually trying to force her sticky foot in her daughter’s mouth.
But Ella’s having a breakdown and can’t. “Ok then girls. You know what that means. Naughty list. Punishment.” I sigh, pretending it pains me, pretending I’m about to do stuff I wasn’t gonna do anyway. I get up and grab the supplies and ribbons from the kitchen. “Babe, get the lights down from the Christmas tree. Oh and that star at the top too. And some more ribbon and garland while you’re at it. Go on.” She obeys, getting up and grabbing a step stool from the kitchen pantry, under my watchful eye. Then unwrapping things from the tree, while Ella curls up and sobs on the couch.
The girls still have their wrist and ankle cuffs on, which make things easy to attach. I sit both naked girls down back to back, on the white carpet in front of the fire. Using ropes and leather straps I bought from the store earlier, I begin binding them up.
Back to back, butts on the floor, I bind them both around the belly, holding them tightly together as they sit there. Then I grab a Christmas wreath from above the mantle and shove it down over both their heads, snugly keeping their necks together, forcing the backs of their heads together. They shift and whimper from the scratchy discomfort.
I then tie up each of their legs. Bending them at the knee all the way, knee up to tit, foot on floor, getting the calf tight against the thigh and tying it tight. They sit with butt plugs digging into their assholes hard directly under them.
With all four legs bent, I run rope from one girl’s leg to the other girl. From Ella’s right leg, behind her to attach to Grace’s left. Then the other side. I tie this pretty tightly, getting their legs spread open pretty good, exposing their pussies.
Next I take all four arms and raise them up straight, then bind all four wrists together above their heads. Their elbows bow out a bit, but if one girl tries lowering her arms, it pulls the other girls arms further back, so they awkwardly begin wobbling their arms around above their heads, not knowing how to rest them.
I grab some red ribbon and wrap it around their elbows, pretty tightly but without hurting them. Now their hands are forced to stay up in a point, wrists all together over their heads, making a tall pyramid, their elbows a bit bent outward but everything staying upright nicely.
Then I grab a bit of red and white ribbons and garland and begin wrapping their bodies up in a spiral, just decorating them lightly, but leaving plenty of flesh exposed throughout.
They begin to really tremble and groan, so uncomfortable, straining with their arms up, their butt plugs with so much pressure directly under them. Each girl unable to lean in any direction without pushing or pulling the other girl into a worse position behind them.
Then I grab some duct tape from the supplies and tape the nice silver tree-topper star to the top of their hands, forcing them to hold it above their heads.
Lastly I wrap some Christmas lights all around them and plug it in. It lights up, gorgeous glowing white bulbs, sparkling and shifting around as the girls struggle and move slightly. My own little Christmas tree. My Family Tree. It’s like some odd performance art. Gorgeous and sensual. Arms straight up in a point above their heads, a star on top, Grace in a red Santa hat, Ella in a green elf hat, ring gags holding their drooling mouths open as they grunt in discomfort. Necks stuffed in a wreath. Armpits fully exposed. Tits poking out between ribbons and garland and lights. Knees straight up, legs spread open, feet and ass down on the carpet. Pussies straight out in the open, sticking slightly forward just above the carpet.
I take my time from there, letting them struggle and sway. I go grab a bag from the stuff I bought. “Ok ladies, time to open your Christmas presents. I’ll do it for you.” I pull out two matching Hitachi wand vibrators, both white with red accents. I get them ready, grabbing some more duct tape, and put them under each girl’s pussy on the floor. “Santa’s gotta put your presents under the tree.” I get down under Grace first, laying on my belly, face between her thighs inches from her pussy. I cant help myself and try a taste of her sweet cunt first. Licking out just above the carpet, inhaling her pubes, kissing her inner thighs on either side of my head. Then I slide the vibrator partially under her. It’s big so she has to shift, engulfing part of the large ball-tip, smushing it against the carpet. I duct tape it securely up and around each thigh.
I hurry around to Ella. God she looks adorable, wrapped up and wiggling helplessly. I lay down like before, my face diving straight in between her little thighs. My nose rubbing around in her puffy “innie” pussy, I breathe here for a minute. Her sweet scent, a hint of saliva smell from her mom cleaning her. I taste her, getting carried away for a few minutes, licking into her, finding her little lips tucked neatly up in her. Then I slide the other Hitachi underneath. She squirms in slight pain as I really have to shove to get it nice and tight under her little crotch. Then I duct tape it. “That’s not going anywhere,” I say in the mandatory dad-voice after duct taping something.
Then I turn both on lower speeds and step back. The sound is incredible. A soft vibration, pattering tightly against flesh. Both girls immediately begin to squirm around. Even at this lower setting, neither of them are used to this kind of thing, both extremely sensitive. I go grab another glass of wine and sit back to relax on the couch for a bit, still not quite recovered from cumming.
Lights dancing around the dimly lit room like slow party lights, from the flickering fire and from their bodies covered in lights. The little human Christmas tree wiggles and shakes uncontrollably in front of me, by the fire. Soft Christmas music fills the room, accompanied by crackling flames and the pattering hum of vibrator against flesh. The girls’ voices begin to drown that all out, moaning and squeaking, their most sensitive spots being tormented for minutes on end. I sip my spiced wine, feeling warm and cozy, getting buzzed. A tingle growing in my cock after a while.
And I sit, I’m in no rush, this wine is meant to be enjoyed. This is how a father should enjoy Christmas. With a drink, by the fire, listening to some music with his family. His wife and daughter bound back to back in front of him on the floor. Holding a star above their heads, wrapped up in decorations and glowing white lights. Tits on full display, knees up, legs spread, assholes stuffed and pussies tortured underneath them. This is really the only use for a wife and daughter at this time of night….
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Chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/zdiaxk/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_1_warming/
Chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/zhuwh5/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_2_mommys/
Chapter 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/zlr9hf/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_3_the/
Chapter 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/znypsx/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_4_cookies/
Chapter 5: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/zqgvr8/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_5_a_broken/
Chapter 6: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/zt5kwd/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_6_winter/
Chapter 7: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/zuzlhl/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_7_bath/
Chapter 8: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/zxaqar/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_8_the/
Final Chapter 9 part 1/2: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/11wqu8e/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_9_the/
Final Chapter 9 part 2/2: https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/1029bvm/possession_christmas_vengeance_chapter_9_the/
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