Possession Chapter10

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Ellie took her time showering. All the dried secretions itched on her skin no matter how much soap she applied, and the butter seemed to just spread down her legs.

On her way out she almost collided with her neighbor, Mr. Porter. He stopped surprised. She ran away without a word.

Time for Sunday Mass was nearing, and Father Henry took her to the sacristy. Her clothes were there, spread and hopefully dry, but the priest offered her a strange leather contraption.

“This is a chastity belt. It should protect your private parts at night. It is of course made for bigger people, but I have altered the leather straps. Also, your hips have not yet grown, so it could be pulled off. That´s why I attached it to this leather vest.”

Ellie examined it. It looked like the most uncomfortable underwear she had ever seen.

“How can it protect me? He could just take it off, like last night.”

“You see, there is a lock here. Once it´s on, and if it is firm enough, you need a key to take it off. Let´s try it on, see if it fits.”

Lower part of it went on easily. It was much harder to get the shoulder straps over her head, but together they managed to do it. The priest attached the front of the vest and pulled the straps around her tummy tight, until the lock clicked. Physically she was confined all over, but somehow it made her feel safe. She sat down and a little metal ring more or less met her slit. Another was almost where her butt hole was. Leaning front and back, she could move the rings a little in her crotch, so it was possible to go to toilet with the thing on. It was hard and irritating on her thighs, but clearly it was impossible to move it sideways to reveal her pussy. With her other clothes on top, it was not visible, but she felt it on her all the time.

She stayed for the Mass, even though her relationship with Christ had become more ambivalent and intimate. She caught herself sleeping through parts of the ceremony.

Back home dad asked her where she had been so early. She told him she had been to Sunday Mass. She caught her looking at her breast. Was the leather vest visible? Or was he checking her boobs?

“The Mass? Is it some school assignment, or have you become religious? And what is that necklace?”

“Dad, you literally went with me yesterday. And you bought me this cross a day before.”

“Really? I can´t seem to remember what we did this weekend. Maybe I should get some rest.”

He looked helpless and clearly in need of a hug. She was not quite ready for it; besides he could feel the chastity thing. She told him that rest seemed a good idea, she was tired too.

She slept till late afternoon. Dad seemed normal again, if a little quiet. They ate, then she checked emails from her teacher about her absence last Friday and did her homework. She would have to go to school tomorrow wearing the chastity belt. She thought it would be ok under her clothes, but next day when there was PE, it would not do. She went to the toilet and found that it was not easy to aim through the little hole. She got some piss on the leather, and it was gross. She rinsed it off the best she could. For a couple of hours, it felt like wearing wet panties, and just as it had dried, she had to go again. She decided she would not do number two before she got out of this thing.

In the evening she got nervous. She had googled chastity belt and found out that it was a sex thing. Reading more, it seemed there was so much weird stuff people did out of lust. The demon could find new things to torment her with forever.

For what it was worth, she set her alarm at 2:45.

She woke up, turned off her phone alarm and dressed quickly. She walked to the front door. At 2:55 she opened it so she could run away at first sign of trouble.

3 am. The house was dark and quiet. She stood at the doorway, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. Had the priest actually helped her? Dad had lost his recent memories, which she remembered could happen after being possessed. But if the demon had always been in her, like the priest said, it did not make much sense. She wanted to go see daddy, but walking around the house was the kind of stupidity that people did in horror movies. She stuck to the plan and held vigil at the door until the clock reached 4 am.

She decided to check on her father. Still scared, she got the biggest knife from the kitchen. She snuck into his room. He slept peacefully. Only ornament in the room was a picture of her. She thought about him, being possessed by demon, herself standing in the dead of night here with a knife in hand. With a shiver she rushed to take it back to the kitchen and went to bed. This time it was hard to go to sleep. The leather straps gnawed her skin all over and she itched under the chastity belt.

After a bad night´s sleep the school day was worse. Her secret underwear kept her painfully self-conscious by chafing her every time she moved. When she did not move, an unbearable itch materialized somewhere unreachable. And during the first lection, she felt an urge to defecate. As the day progressed, it turned into a growing need and by the final mathematics class, it was all that she could think of.

She made her way straight to the church. Seeing her pained expression, Father Henry directed her to the sacristy. Ellie got out of her clothes in record-breaking speed. As the priest opened the lock and the contraption was taken off her, she was filled with sweet relief.

“Thank God I won´t need that anymore. Last night was all right, nothing happened.”

The priest did not reply but dropped his pants. Ellie looked at his erection.

“No! I don’t want to no more. And I must go to toilet.”

“You asked to become the bride of Jesus. Now you don´t want to anger Him, not after all the trouble you had with a mere demon.”

This was not a ritual at the altar anymore. The priest did not wear a thorny crown to channel the suffering of Jesus. He just lowered his jeans, pressed the girl down and stuck his cock into her mouth. When it was covered with her saliva, he pushed her to the floor and got on top of her.

Ellie felt dirty. There was dried urine itching all over her crotch. She tasted his sweaty meat in her mouth and the nausea from that was heightened by her full colon, screaming for release. When he put it in, it did not slide easy, and all that scrubbing inside hurt. She was pinned under his body, unable to fight or escape. She took small comfort from the fact that this time he did not ask her for anything, he just used her body for his own ends. She turned her head away and drifted into blankness. There was a ray of sunshine on the floor, coming from the door to the church hall left ajar. It glistened on the old stone floor beautifully but did not quite reach her. Probably for the best, to have this ugliness take place in shadows. She thought she saw someone move about the church hall and stop by the sacristy door when the priest grunted and shot his warm cum into her.

Father Henry got up and shook last drops of sperm from the tip of his dick on the girl. He buttoned his jeans and straightened up to a stately composure before opening the door wide and entering the church hall. For Ellie it was much more difficult to get on her feet. She found her clothes, then feeling another convulsion in her colon, ran naked through the church to the toilet. Luckily there was no one to see her.

After the toilet, she still felt filthy and sore. She remembered the ointment in the pool house and decided to use the showers there. She went straight to the breasting cabinet and retrieved the baby balm. She had just dropped her pants and panties when she heard someone come to the showers. She peeked through curtains. It was a boy she knew from school in swimming trunks. Suddenly someone whispered:

“Ellie, came to spy too?”

It was Lisa. She came next to Ellie to look at the showers. The boy had hung his trunks on a hook and stood under a shower. The girls saw him naked from behind. A bunch of other boys in swimming trunks came to the room, obstructing the view. Lisa whispered:

“That Oliver is kind of hot.”

The boys left for the pool. Loud splashes echoed to the shower room, where the boy kept showering. The girls watched him pay a lot of attention on the groin area. There were shouts from the pool.

“Oliver! Stop jacking off and come already!”

The boy turned around to get his swimming trunks. He had a hardon, but it softened soon as he put them on. Excited, Lisa pressed close to Ellie and felt her hand meet skin. Surprised, she turned to look at the girl, naked under the shirt, and the jar of baby balm in her hand.

“Have you been spanked again? Let me help you with that.”

“No, it´s not that this time.”

Lisa had kneeled to look at Ellie´s behind. She saw the red, bruised skin and semen running down from her pussy.

“What´s this? Who did this to you? It´s that fucking priest, isn´t it?”

Ellie´s face was red. She could not say anything, and tears started flowing from her eyes.

“Oh I´m so sorry. I didn´t mean to say fucking like that, I mean that motherf… that, that, evil asshole. I´m gonna go and rip his head off.”

Lisa stormed away. Ellie put hastily her clothes on and ran after her. She caught her up at the entrance to Father Henry´s office. She knew that if she could not calm the situation down, it would become a catastrophe. But there was no stopping the furious Lisa. She found the priest sitting by his desk and challenged him loudly.

“You rapist cocksucker! What have you done to Ellie?”

“As Ellie can tell you herself, I have only given her spiritual guidance.”

Lisa looked back at Ellie. She had come to the priest and he had helped her, it seemed. But she knew in her gut that he had also used her for his own nasty needs. Lost for words, she got only some stuttering out. Lisa knew she was right and kept on attacking the priest.

“Sure, go on and deny. We´ll go straight to the cops.”

“I would not do that in your place. You see, the church is old-fashioned in such a way that it actually defends its own against unjust accusations. And see here – “

He took up his phone and opened a file, putting the phone on the table. On the screen there was a high angle picture of Ellie naked on the breasting chair, legs around the neck of Lisa, her head pressed into her crotch.

“While the procedure goes on in court, this will be what you kids will talk about in school.”

Ellie looked at it. She remembered the thrill and extasy of the day and wondered why it showed so poorly on her expression. On the picture her face was almost blank. The priest swiped another picture, this time it was Lisa on the chair, rubbing her pussy and Ellie´s finger disappearing inside her. Both girls were easy to identify. Lisa moved around the table.

“Now you erase all those pictures before I kick your ass.”

The priest stood up and picked up a cross from the table. Ellie recognized the chain hanging from his fist.

“Looks like you need a lesson in discipline. Then we´ll see who´s the cocksucker here.”

Ellie panicked. They had to get out now, before Father Henry started hurting them. She grabbed Lisa´s hand and turned to the door. But the way was blocked by someone who stood at the doorway. It was her neighbor, Mr. Porter. She had not noticed how big a man he was, there was no way around him.

Mr. Porter looked at the phone. Father Henry had already started to take it off the table, but left it there and looked at him, then pointed his head at the girls. Mr. Porter stepped inside.

“I think it is best if you girls leave now. Don´t tell anyone about this. We will have a talk, Father Henry and I, and then we will settle all this.”

There was menace in his voice. They did not even think about not obeying.

Outside the girls debated what to do. Lisa wanted to go straight to the police. Father Henry must be punished. Ellie reminded her about the pictures. There was surely more, of all the other girls too. If they got public, it would be a scandal. And they would all hate her. At least they should be warned beforehand. Lisa argued that if they succumbed to blackmail, there would be no end to demands from the priest, and probably the other man too. Undecided, they went their separate ways.

Back home Ellie got straight to shower. Washing all the filth away, she felt like a new person. She knew that evidence against Father Henry went down the drain too. It was a relief, she would not have dared go forward with it.

The night was uneventful. She had contemplated setting an alarm for 3 am again, but if she was to become a permanent sex slave for the church, why bother? Better get the rest she could. When she woke up after uninterrupted night’s sleep, she felt hopeful against all odds.

Ellie went to find Lisa during recess. She noticed there was a message from her father, saying she should call him and not to go to the church after school. Wondering what that was about, she found the whole girl´s club agitated. A word had got out that Father Henry had been found dead. Rumor had it that cause of death was an accident with autoerotic asphyxiation. They had to google it, and it turned out grown-up people could indeed be strange when it came to sex. While the others gossiped, Lisa looked at Ellie worriedly. There was something they should tell the girls. Ellie gestured her to wait and moved aside to make a call.

“Hi dad, I got your message. It´s about Father Henry, right?”

“Yes. I didn´t want you to run into it. Also, the police will want to talk to you.”

“Police, why?”

“The way he died, you don´t need to know the details, but they found some pictures on him.”

Ellie gripped the phone hard. This was it.

“I´m sorry to have to tell you this, but he had hidden cameras. At the pool, under water, and… and it turns out some girls had been skinny dipping there, and those are the pictures he…”

Daddy clearly thought he shocked her with this information. If only he knew what she did about the man. It would be awkward like hell to talk to the police, but she had been through worse.

“So those pictures, do they know who the girls are?”

“They said they are all taken underwater, faces on the surface are not visible. They are trying to identify the girls, and that´s why they talk to all who have gone there. To see if he did something else. You know, if there is anything you want to talk about…”

“No, dad, I was there only once and nothing happened.”

“I´m glad to hear that. But if you want to talk…”

“No, it´s all right. Really”

“Ok. I have a late shift at work today, but if you need me, just call and I´ll come.”

“No problem. Bye.”

“Love you.”

Ellie could not bring herself to answer that. She went to Lisa, dragged her to a quiet corner and relayed what she had heard. If the cops had found only pictures with no faces, they would be in the clear. Of course there would be rumors about all of them, but as long as no one confessed to swimming nude, it would be manageable. They spent rest of the school day convincing everybody to keep their mouth shut when police came asking. It was kind of cool to be in charge with Lisa and tell the older girls what to do.

After school Ellie asked Lisa to follow her home. She could still use some help tending to her sores. Back home she took her to her room and closed the door. She had taken the ointment with her from the parish pool.

It felt weird undressing before Lisa. She did not know why, after all that had happened. This was the first time she voluntary got naked to be touched, and it was exciting. She wondered, if Lisa found her silly looking, after all she was so much younger than her. Lisa seemed a little nervous too. She sat on the bed, fiddling with the jar of baby balm. Ellie lied down and opened her legs for her. This was going all wrong. She had hoped for another session of sexy fun, but now everything was awkward. Did Lisa not want to touch her because she knew what the priest had done?

Lisa dipped her fingers in the jar and spread some of it on Ellie´s crotch. It reminded her of another set of fingers slapping slippery goo on her in this same bed. She closed her legs quickly and sat up. Lisa reached to touch her shoulder, but seeing her trembling lips, pulled her hand away.

“Does it feel weird to be touched there after…”

“A little. Do you think it´s ugly, ´cause it´s bruised and stuff.”

Now Lisa hugged her.

“Ellie, your pussy is the cutest I have ever seen.”

“Kiss me then.”

They kissed and held each other tight. After a long while, Lisa noticed Ellie sigh deeply and relax.

“Ok now. Let me spread this stuff. It will help you get better, and we don´t need to do anything else.”

“But I wanted you here for everything else.”

“All right, but first things first. Let´s get some balm on your coochie.”

“Don´t call it that. Sounds like cootie.”

Ellie giggled and lied down again. It was exhilarating to feel Lisa´s fingers on her pussy. After spreading the stuff all around the orifice, a finger slipped inside. She tensed first, but it was not so big that it would stretch and hurt her there. Actually it felt quite good and soon she felt warm tingling between her legs. She let out another sigh, and Lisa read it as invitation to lick her clit. After one contact with her tongue, she pulled her face away with sour expression.

“Ugh. That ointment stuff tastes vile.”

“Now who was so keen to spread it there? Please keep your finger in.”

Ellie pressed her finger on her clitoris and started rubbing. Pleasurable twitching down there was different with Lisa´s finger in her, and she found the simulation to her vagina very nice. The sensations got her to squirm a little, and movement of the digit added to the pleasure. She started grinding her groin against Lisa´s hand.

So it was possible to get nice feelings from being penetrated. As long as it was gentle enough, and not too big. She could still feel it touching the sore spots, but pleasure far outweighed the uncomfortable. Besides, she was so wet that it slid easily, not causing too much friction. She remembered the boy they had seen in the shower. His erection was not frightening like the older men´s. It was smooth and pretty, sticking out of a little bush of black hairs on a slender, otherwise hairless body. When her mistreated pussy had mended, she might try to give young Oliver a try.

Lisa saw her enjoying. The muscles in Ellie´s vagina tightened gradually around her finger.

“Pretty nice, huh?”

“Oh yes.”

“But did it hurt, you know, earlier?”

“Yeah, but now it´s ok. Move it in and out a bit.”

She moved her finger back and forth, picking up speed as Ellie´s squirming intensified. Soon the girl stopped moving and let out a squeak. Her pussy contracted around Lisa´s finger. She kept moving it slowly. Ellie whimpered until all her muscles relaxed and she fell all limp on the bed. Lisa watched her for a while.

“Ellie, I want you to do it to me. Open me like you was done.”

“I was scared and hurt. But you mean more fingers?”

“I want to feel a dick like you did.”

“I don´t have one, remember?”

“But surely there is something. How big is it anyway?”

They searched Ellie´s room. There was the handle of her hairbrush, but it had too sharp edges. Make up bottles were too small. They extended their search to other rooms. In the toolbox they found some big screw drivers and a hammer which had the right size handle, but Ellie deemed them too dirty. Lisa joked about wanting a dirty tool inside her but agreed. Ellie remembered how much she had feared in this house at night, now she could run around naked with a friend, having a good time. She continued into the kitchen and saw a bunch of bananas. She picked one.

“This is about right size.”

Lisa´s eyes got big and she swallowed, looking at the fruit. Ellie washed it with hot water, scrubbing thoroughly to get all the bits that could come off. Then, brandishing the fruit, she chased squealing Lisa into her room.

Lisa sat on the bed, face all red, and asked to hold the banana. She examined it, put her fingers around it, and gave it back to Ellie. She laid down on the bed and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs. Ellie knelt and licked her vulva, finding plenty of moisture. She sucked the clit and rubbed its tip with her tongue. Lisa sighed contently, then protested:

“No, no! I want you to fuck me with your big hard cock!”

She had clearly heard that in a porno video. Ellie couldn´t keep a straight face. She lowered her voice trying to sound male.

“Yes, girl, I´m gonna invade your little pussy with my big… hard… yellow banana!”

They both burst out laughing. Ellie got on top of Lisa and humped her, laughing more. Then she hugged her. When they had calmed down, she showed the fruit and asked:

“Are you ready?”

Lisa nodded. Ellie rubbed the banana in her vulva to get it slippery with her juices. She located the opening and pushed the tip in. It spread the pussy hole wide, then stopped to an obstacle. Lisa hesitated.

“Wait! Will it hurt?”

Ellie remembered how the demon had taken her virginity.

“Yes.”

“Will you be careful?”

Lisa´s frightened eyes looked at her. She held the fruit in her hand, poised to penetrate the vulnerable depths of the girl´s pussy. She allowed herself a moment to acknowledge how much she liked this. Had the demon made her like this? If so, it was not too bad.

“No,” she answered and forced the fruit into her best friend´s vagina.