Possession Chapter5

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When dad had left for work, Ellie got dressed. Even alone, she felt more secure fully clothed. Her father had been thorough cleaning the room. The soiled mattress and pillows were gone, and the floor smelled like cleaning products. The window was open, air was fresh but a little chilly. For breakfast she ate ice cream. She had heard that it was served after throat operations, and the cold did numb her sore throat nicely.

Ellie wandered around the house. Remembering the strange things that happened yesterday, she was a little afraid. She looked in her father´s room. The bed was made and the picture of her was back on the wall. She wondered if there was still a drawing of a star on the back, but she did not dare touch it.

She sat by his computer and contemplated resetting the parental controls of her phone. Would it help? But she would need access to information on the Internet, if she was to figure this out. She googled demonic possession and tried to make sense of the top search results. There was talk of exorcism and demonic symbols. The star she had seen was called pentagram and it was kind of neat because you could draw it without raising the pen. It seemed the person possessed could have altered personality and voice. Dad had just got sick yesterday, and then attacked her in the night, looking all strange.

She was not a fast reader, and there were many difficult words. She watched a video link on exorcism. It was a clip of an old movie, there was a girl that was very sick. She actually puked all through a room, and she had strange colored eyes. The bad news was it seemed the demon never left voluntarily.

It all seemed to revolve around religion, exorcism in particular was performed by a priest. Ellie decided to talk to Mr. Porter. She found him in his front yard, working in his garden.

“Hi Ellie! Your dad told me you´d be home today. How are you?”

“Just fine, Mr. Porter. Can you tell me about demonic possession?”

“Oh, that´s a strange question. Why would you ask me that?”

“Well you know, you working in church and stuff, do you know how to exorcise bad spirits?”

“No, I merely distribute hymn books and do some gardening in the graveyard. I was intrigued by that stuff younger, and I even got Father Henry interested with my questions. But that is a bit scary subject for a young lady like you.”

“Please tell me, Mr. Potter. I need it for school.”

“Didn´t you just start school this fall? I doubt they would teach that to first graders.”

“I meant some older kids talked about it. Could you please tell me?”

“Well all right, just don´t let your dad know I told you this stuff.”

Ellie waited while the man collected his thoughts.

“Demons, you know, they are lords in Hell. Now sometimes one of them comes up to Earth by taking control of a person, possessing his or her body to do whatever the creature wants with it. And then a priest must perform exorcism to drive the demon back.”

Ellie knew that this was scary stuff, but the talk of Hell made it feel more serious.

“So what happens to the person that was possessed?”

“After exorcism they get back the control of their bodies, and don´t remember anything about what happened when they were possessed. At least in cases I have read about. Now I don´t want you to get too scared or have nightmares, usually you just see these in stories and movies. And when there is exorcism in real life, it is most times really about mental illness – if not always.”

Ellie decided she needed a priest. Father Henry was the only one she knew, and apparently he knew something about this. She got her bicycle and pedaled to the church. There was no mass today, but the doors were open. There were candles burning and some old people praying, but the altar was empty. She knew that a door next to it led to sacristy, but she did not know if it was allowed to go there. As she hesitated by the door, an old lady came to her and knocked on it. Father Henry opened the door.

“Hello, Father, this child seems to be looking for you.”

The woman went to a chandelier nearby, clearly within an earshot. The priest saw Ellie looking at her and beckoned her inside the sacristy.

“I have an office in the community hall, but we can talk here if you like.”

“Father Henry, I´m worried about my daddy. I think he needs an exorcism.”

“I´m sorry, I do know you, but I have forgotten your name. You don´t come here often.”

“Oh, sorry, I´m Ellie”

“Well Ellie, I am seldom asked for that. And usually it is some other help that´s needed. Maybe you could tell me what is wrong with your father.”

“He has been ill and last night he –“

Ellie realized she could get daddy in trouble. He was always extra careful when dealing with official people like teachers and doctors. A priest kind of falls into same category. Also, she did not like the way his interest seemed to increase when she stopped mid-sentence.

“There were these pentagrams all over the house and his eyes turned red.”

“I can see that you are frightened, but I´m not sure there is a demon involved. Is there something else you would like to tell me?”

There was a silence. Just when it seemed that she would have to say something at least, her phone rang. She had not used it since yesterday and picked it up reluctantly. It was her father calling, and the priest watched with interest as she hesitated before answering. Daddy had got home and wondered where she was. She said she would return home straight away. Father Henry reminded her that she could turn to him whenever she had something bothering her. Maybe come to Confession some day? After all it was the first step of the Exorcism rite.

Back home dad asked if Ellie would like to go to town with him. He had to pick up some cleaning and visit a drug store, but after that they could do something together. Ellie decided to go with him. She could keep an eye on him, and in public she could get help if needed.

At the cleaner´s Ellie thought they would pick up her mattress. Instead, the man handed her Marshall, her favorite plushy. It seemed all new, the colors of its fur were brighter than they had been in years. She hugged the toy, and then her father too. He felt just like before.

It had been cheaper to just dump the vomit-soaked mattress and pillow and buy new ones. They picked up new bedding from a shopping mall. There was also a drug store where dad got some eye drops, then they ate pizza for dinner. After that Ellie got to choose something for herself, a toy or maybe some make up item. She wandered around the shop and found a necklace with a large cross. Daddy was a little surprised at her choice.

“You went to church today, and now this. Have you grown an interest in spiritual matters?”

“Dunno, I just talked to Father Henry, and this is kinda neat. Can I have it?”

“Sure, kiddo. Maybe we should attend the mass tomorrow?”

It was already late when they got home, and still they had to make her bed with their purchases. The room felt normal, but Ellie pretended she smelled something bad.

“I don´t want to sleep here tonight. Can I come next to you?”

“Sure, let’s keep ventilating here till tomorrow.”

Ellie was equally afraid of her father´s body and her own room. She planned to stay awake and keep an eye on him. She put on her new cross and said a prayer before going to bed. Daddy looked a little surprised, they had been mostly secular before, and it was years since her last prayer.

“Daddy”

“Yes dear”

“What should I do if someone tried to… attack me?”

“Why, has something happened?”

“No, I was just wondering about not letting strangers touch… so what if someone tried to?”

“Well, I´d say the first choice is to run away. But if you cannot, then kick him in the nuts.”

“Kick him in the nuts?”

“Yeah, I mean testicles, the balls hanging in a sack on a guy´s crotch. They are very sensitive. So, if it is a boy or a man trying to touch you the wrong way, then kick him there, use your knee if you are close, and then run away. Or if you cannot kick, then squeeze them hard.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Ellie, I want you to remember this: If anything bad happens to you, you must always tell me. And if anyone hurts you, you are never to blame, no matter what.”

“Okay.”

“Is there something else you would like to talk about? – Well then good night, Princess.”

Ellie felt assured dad was back to normal and watched his figure in the darkened room. His breathing was even and deep. It was so peaceful, she found it hard to keep awake. It had been a long day, and they had done a lot, and without even noticing it, she fell asleep.

She woke up. She was back in her room; it was hot, and the ceiling was red. She was laying on her back naked. There was a rough pull at her crotch, and remnants of a dream made her think she was a peapod fidget toy being forced open. She could smell the bad odor of last night and even before she looked, she knew what she would find between her legs. And there they were, two red eyes glowing straight at her over her mound, while the mouth of the creature seemed determined to suck her insides out through her pussy. Finally, he let go with a slurping sound and started moving toward her face. This time the eyes stayed right next to her body, and she could feel hot breath on her tummy.

She knew it was her father´s face approaching, but it felt like some reptile slithering over her. The eyes kept closing in, she remained still like hypnotized by the stare. The creature got distracted at her chest. Suddenly she felt teeth on her left nipple. The pain broke the spell, she remembered that she needed to get away from this nightmare. She watched the skin of her tit stretching as the teeth kept their stinging grip while rising. She tried to arch her back to alleviate the pain and planned frantically her escape. The nuts. She needed to kick him there. The problem was, she needed a foot between his legs, and now her feet dangled useless in the air, spread wide by his body.

The attacker jerked his head up, and her tit slipped off the grip. Her nipple went numb, then started tingling. She could see him clearer this time. Daddy´s face looked bad, veins were visible underneath the pale skin and there were dark shadows below the glowing eyes. He moved forward, and the pole on his crotch rubbed the slit of her pussy. Maybe she could reach the ball sack with her hand? Between their crotches she found the fleshy pole. It was warm and hard, and she felt it pulsing as she traced her fingers to where its base was pushed to her vulva. If there was a sack, it was out of her reach. Instead, she grabbed the pole and squeezed it hard. Daddy´s face grinned wide and the thing started thrusting through her hand. The way the hard shaft moved inside the skin she was gripping reminded her of snakes. Repulsed, she removed her hand. Clearly, she had not succeeded in inflicting any pain.

One of his hands pinned her chest down. The other went for her pussy, fingers parting the labia easily. It was all slippery and wet down there, the way it had been after a long finger play alone. Did her own body react this way to the violation? Tip of the pole brushed the sensitive spot on its way down. As the red spotlight of the demon stare moved to her crotch, she realized where it was heading. She knew her pussy hole was way too small for that, but inevitably the bulky head homed in on the opening. Not able to move her upper body, she tried to squirm away, kicking uselessly with her feet.

Ellie felt pressure on the opening to her vagina. She clenched her butt, pressed her legs tight around his midsection, but spread like that, there was no way to fight the intrusion. Soon something entered, first like the finger she had put in there earlier, then she felt herself opening wide. It did not hurt; it just felt all new and frightening. She had just started to feel relieved, when he pushed all of it in. First there was shock, as deep inside her body parts moved to make room for the strange object. Then the pain hit her, and she started crying. Through her tears she saw the rod retreat from inside her, covered in blood. It stood straight up against daddy´s belly, and the blood flowed down to a hairy sack hanging between his legs. All fight was drained from her, she just laid there, wondering if she would bleed to death.

The demon put two fingers inside her sore pussy hole and leered:

“The sow is mine.”

Like before, the voice was a high-pitched shriek, but it felt like a booming roar. The fingers groped inside her, then, all bloody, started drawing on her nipple. It made a line of blood from the tit to her mound, then back up to another nipple, then both sides and finally back to her tit completing the pentagram. The red eyes examined the handiwork, got some more blood from her pussy and enforced some of the fainter lines.

“La plume de ma tante”

Lost in her misery, she did not even resist when her knees were lifted and legs spread wide again. The bloody rod was lowered to her pussy again. This time it went in slower, she felt it tearing its way thru the tight canal, spreading her insides and stinging unbearably everywhere it touched. Once fully inside, it reversed the passage almost all the way, then thrust in again.

She could see her father forcing himself into her, and still she knew he could never hurt her like this. She cried for both herself and him, praying that the real dad was not there to see what was being done to her. As the initial searing pain subsided a little, she got more aware of the foreign object forcing organs inside her tummy to move. Thrusts became gradually faster, and she felt the ball sack hit her bum hole and saw her mound bulge every time she was fully penetrated. Jerking limply with the momentum of daddy´s body slamming to her, she just wished it would soon be over. The demon let go of her chest and grabbed her hips with both hands. It started pounding her even faster, growling and panting until it stopped and pushed all the way in. She could feel the thing inside her pulsing and growing even bigger, then her vagina was filled with fluid. After a while the demon clambered out of the bed, stroked her pussy almost gently, then left the room.

Ellie turned on her bedside lamp, reached down and touched the liquid oozing from her pussy hole and lifted her fingers to see if it was blood from some new injury. Equally relieved and revolted, she saw that it was the same slime that she got in her mouth last night. She tried moving her feet. Every movement brought a new ache in her lower body, but she was able to get up and even stand, albeit a little shakily.

On the bedside table, her phone showed the time: 3:43 AM. Looked like the demon had attacked at 3. Her pajamas were in a heap on the floor, and Marshall sat alert on her desk, eyes to the bed. The toy had her new necklace on, but the cross hanged upside down. Ellie turned Marshall to face the window and retrieved her cross. She scrubbed what she could of the blood and slime from her bedsheet, then, holding the pajamas to the front of her body, she went to the bathroom.

Having locked herself in the bathroom, she turned on the shower. Waiting for the water to reach the right temperature, she stood there, drained of all energy. She looked at herself in the mirror, which was starting to get foggy. On the top of the frame, the forming mist revealed some writing:

“Satan´s bitch”

Below it she saw herself, all naked, a pentagram drawn with blood on her belly, blood and slime oozing from between her still swollen and open pussy lips. That´s exactly what she felt she was.

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