Possession Chapter4
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Ellie dreamt she hugged a real dog. It panted happily and its tail wagged hitting her tummy and thighs. Then it broke away from her hold and started sniffing her. She could feel its breath on her armpit, then chest, tummy and finally between her legs. The cold snout tickled, and she lifted her knees squirming. The animal got direct access to her crotch and started licking. Ellie smiled at the dog and sighed when the nice feeling started to grow.
She opened her eyes and woke up to darkness. She could still feel her pussy being licked and heard the wet sounds down there. Still half asleep, she looked down. There was some red light between her legs and a shadow of a head pressed to her crotch. Ellie was suddenly wide awake and petrified with fear.
The head rose to look at her. It´s eyes emitted red light, and now she could only see her own naked body reflecting the red, and those eyes approaching. She felt the hands of the creature on her torso and smelled something like rotting eggs on the breath of the creature now staring at her face as it talked:
“Ready to play, Ellie?”
The voice was high pitched and it felt like most of it came from inside her own head, but every word made her chest tremble like a loud bass. Some light reflected back to the face, and she realized that it was her father. He was still pale, and the eyes were all strange, but it was him. He raised himself to stand on his knees and she saw that there was one of those poles now protruding from his crotch. His hand grabbed her cheeks and forced her mouth open, and the other one pushed that thing in. It was all slimy and disgusting and its girth forced her jaw open even wider. It slid along her palate and into her throat. Ellie panicked that she could not breathe but managed to fill her lungs thru her nostrils. The pole stopped moving, maybe even retreated a little until she had drawn breath. Then it rammed all the way into Ellie´s throat and she felt the hairs on its base rubbing her nose. Now she needed to puke. She felt her stomach go hard and her throat contracting around the intruder, which quickly pulled out. Father´s hand turned her face to the side, and she vomited on her pillow and on the floor. Then the thing was pushed back in her throat and started moving in and out. Ellie tried to catch some air whenever possible, and strange gagging noises filled her ears. She felt exhausted and near fainting due to lack of air. Her arms were pinned against her sides by daddy´s legs and his crotch pushed her head to the pillow. She could not move, she could not see with her teary eyes, and all she felt was pain as her larynx was forced to stretch wide by that pole. And it felt like it was getting even bigger and harder. Then suddenly it left her throat and rested throbbing in her mouth. Ellie drew a huge breath just as it shot out jets of warm slime. She got it in her windpipe, couched and some of it came out of her nose. Her mouth was full of the stuff, running down to her throat as she was unable to move her head. She swallowed with her sore throat and felt like throwing up again. The pole was finally removed from her mouth, and she saw the red eyes retreat.
Ellie caught her breath and closed her eyes for a second. When she reopened them, light of the dawn illuminated the room. She did not know, how long she had slept naked on her own vomit, but now she was cold and could not stand the stench. She found a clean blanket on the foot of the bed and wrapped it around herself. Then she opened the door very carefully and sneaked out of the room.
The house was all quiet and still murky. A clock on the wall said 5:50. She kept her distance to her father´s room as she headed for the bathroom. Suddenly there was a shadow right in front of her. She recoiled in shock. It was daddy. Ellie pushed against a wall as he lit a table lamp.
“Ellie dear, have you been sick too? I think I heard it in my sleep, but couldn´t tell it was real. Had horrible nightmares.”
He looked normal now, or was there some red in his eyes? Ellie tried to stay away from him, glued to the wall. He did not approach her but made his way toward her room.
“Are you still feeling ill? No? I´ll take care of your room, you go take a shower.”
Ellie locked the bathroom door and took her time washing the vomit from her hair and body. She brushed her teeth to get the taste from her mouth. She drank some water, it hurt to swallow. She hesitated at the door. Was there some sickness that had changed daddy into the monster of last night, or was he really possessed by something? Would he attack her again?
All her clothes were in her room. She felt vulnerable, but she could not stay in the bathroom forever. She wrapped the largest towel around herself, put a bathrobe on top, then unlocked the door and opened it cautiously. The light was still on, but daddy was not there. The door to Ellie´s room was open, and she heard water splashing in there. As she approached, her father shouted from inside:
“Don´t come here yet, there´s blankets and pillows on the living room sofa. And a bucket in case you feel sick again.”
She found a comfy nest made for her, and a cup of hot chocolate on the table. On the sofa there was her toy dog Moji, presumably her favorite plushy Marshall had got dirty, and on the table next to the cup was her phone. She did not want to touch the device, and sitting she felt naked under the hem of the bathrobe and towel. She wanted to get some panties at least, but decided to wait until dad left her room. She sipped the hot chocolate. It hurt her throat, but the warmth felt nice inside. She finished the sweet drink and curled up on the pillows, wrapping all the blankets snugly around her and hugging the toy dog. She saw a glimpse of daddy taking dirty linen to wash, but decided to just stay where she was. It was almost as if the madness had left, and she was once more a little girl, home and safe. Finally able to relax, she slowly fell asleep.
She felt a touch on her cheek. First thing she saw was her dad´s face right next to her, and she winced in fear. But his touch was gentle, and he stood up away from her.
“Sorry to wake you, but how are you? Maybe you should stay home today?”
His face looked normal, just a little tired. And there was no bulge in his pants.
“How is it dear, shall I inform your teacher?”
In school she would be safe. But only for a few hours, and she would have to get ready right now, and she had no energy for it.
“I feel better already, and I must go to the office. Make sure your phone is charged, and you can go to Mr. Porter if there is anything.”
So, daddy would be away. Mr. Porter was their next-door neighbor, an older man who volunteered at local church, but spent the days home. It hurt a little as she answered:
“Ok, daddy”
“You sure sound ill. Thank God it´s weekend after today.”