Possession Chapter9
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Light of the dawn intensified. Lack of sleep made Ellie feel cold and lightheaded. She walked towards the window to witness the night finally end. Now she knew it was 3 to 4 am she needed to worry about, so she could spend most of the day sleeping. After that, maybe she could get someone to invite her for a sleepover.
As she neared the window, the light seemed to go away. When she opened the curtain, it was dark again. There was no morning traffic, stars shone on the night sky. She turned to the clock on the wall. It was 5 a clock, and the hands were moving backwards. Their speed increased, and when they passed 4, the noise from dad´s bedroom started again. At 3, the hands stopped. Dad walked out of the red glow in Ellie´s room.
He was wearing his pajamas, but there was an unmistakable bulge on his groin. His eyes burned red, rest of his face was cold white, like a corpse, and he had a smirk on his face. Ellie pressed her back to the window, scanning the room for escape. There was none. She took two steps toward him and kicked like she had been taught at football practice. Her counter ball kick had more power behind it than ever, and she felt her toes meet something hard that yielded a little. Pain shot through her foot and she lost her balance. Next she felt his hand land hard on her neck and press her down for awhile.
The demon grabbed Ellie´s hair and dragged the struggling girl to her room. Her shirt was pulled over her head until it got stuck at her arms. He rolled it so she could not get her hands loose and pinned the fabric to the headboard of her bed. Next her pants came off, left to her left ankle and attached under the bed. Now she was naked and unable to move. Grabbing her right leg, the demon spread it wide and inhaled deep.
“I can smell your whoring.”
Ellie watched his hand go between her legs. She was shocked to feel a wet touch at her bum hole. Fingers entered her surprisingly easy, turned and groped inside. As the digits retreated, a wet fart escaped her. Daddy´s face grinned at her, his finger touched the tip of her nose, then traced her body from between her nipples down to her navel. A dark, glistening line was drawn on her skin, and another horizontal one across her belly completed the mark of inverted cross. The smell was not that bad, it was familiar from toilet. One more private experience dragged out for the malevolent spirit´s entertainment.
Ellie´s leg was pushed up and wide, making her butt the lowest part of her. Warm, hard tip of dad´s penis pushed against her anus, forcing it open wide. She felt her buttocks being split impossibly wide apart, fearing injury, that she would never walk after this. Her butt hole stretched until something gave in and she was filled with demon cock. She could not feel it inside, just the stinging at the opening and a growing fullness, until deep inside it touched something that radiated a dull pain. When it pulled out, she thought her intestines were turned inside out. Then it rammed back in and started moving inside her tummy. It hurt in a way she had not been hurt before. Like something was about to burst inside her. The pain in her butthole numbed away as the demon´s onslaught seemed to last forever. She could not feel her legs. Her strapped arms meant nothing to her. All that mattered was the collection of fragile organs keeping her alive, and the evil force in her tummy pounding at them.
Lost in pain and fear, she did not care when her rectum was shot full of semen. When the foreign meat pulled out of her, she came back to her senses. She was alone, tied to the bed. One of her legs was free, and moving that to normal lying position made circulation return to her lower body. Besides the tingling right leg, she could feel her butt hole, gaping open, release a flow of slimy cum accompanied by wet flatulence.
She was covered in cold sweat and her tied-up leg started cramping. For a while she just concentrated on breathing, then assessed her situation. Her hands were restrained by only a shirt. Moving just one arm straight up, she could make the sleeve turn inside out and gradually pull her hand through it. After new painful tingles from a numb limb returning to life, she could finally release the rest of herself. Rolling very carefully on her side she curled on the bed, then tested that she could move all her limbs. Her anus had returned to normal puckered state, when she probed it with her fingers. Despite aching all over and smelling like toilet, she was all right. Relieved, she looked at her phone. 6 am already. But the demon could make it 3 again if it wanted. She had to escape.
As soon as her feet could carry her, she put on the first clothes she found and staggered out. She had no plan, but after some mindless wandering in the chilly early morning streets, she found herself by the church. She realized she was cold, so she tried the doors. They were locked. There was a light in a window of the vicarage.
Father Henry opened the door with a cup of coffee in his hand. He invited Ellie in, as he was just eating breakfast.
“Good morning, Ellie. You look exhausted. Have you slept at all, or eaten? Would you like a sandwich?”
“It´s no use. He raped me again. I need a doctor, and police.”
“Oh dear. Please take something to eat and tell me everything.”
Ellie was suddenly ravenous. She took two slices of toast and smeared them with thick layer of butter, as she recounted what had happened at night. The priest was sympathetic and horrified at what she had been through. Getting something to eat in the warm apartment made Ellie feel better, and when he was not eager to call the police at once, she did not object. He excused himself to get something for the altar. Ellie made another sandwich with all the toppings she could find and was just about to take a bite when he returned with a bag.
“Follow me to the church. We can take breakfast with us.”
He collected bread, butter, ham and cheese on a tray and asked Ellie to carry the bag. In the church he headed straight to the altar, by the bowl of holy water.
“Show me the mark the demon made.”
Ellie took off her coat and shirt. She started to feel cold again, but Father Henry gave her a towel to keep on her shoulders. He examined the cross, now smudged a lot but still visible on her chest and belly. He took another towel from the bag and dipped it in holy water, then started rubbing the excrement off her. The water ran down on her skin and her pants started to get wet.
“Are you sure he did not touch your mouth or girl parts?”
“No, just this and the – hole back there”
“You see, yesterday Jesus made your pussy his, and your mouth too, with the communal blessing in the pool house. Now we need to apply a lot of holy water on your tits. You might not know it yet, but they are of great interest to a sexually obsessed being. And it might be a good idea for you to drink some holy water too. Now strip completely, before your clothes get all wet.”
The priest had abandoned the towel and rubbed her nipples with bare hands. Ellie started to have a bad feeling about undressing before him. Nevertheless, she could not object, she felt the chilly water on her legs already. After taking her panties off, she took the towel from her shoulders and wrapped it around her waist. She made a cup of her hands and poured some holy water into her mouth. Father Henry laid the soaked towel on the floor.
“Kneel here, facing Christ our Lord.”
Ellie knelt on the towel, looking at the crucifix on the wall. Damp towel under her knees was cold. The priest pressed her down and told her to pray. Leaning on the stone floor, she knew this position was not just for praying.
The towel was removed from around her waist. She felt his hand on her bottom. His fingers found her butt hole, leaving something slippery on her skin. She turned and saw him getting more butter from the tray and close it in his fist. There was now a plastic tube hanging from the bowl of holy water, and he held the end of it tight on his other hand. He spread the soft butter on the tube and between her buttocks. Ellie turned her eyes back to the statue on the wall, making a silent, panicky prayer.
The hand and the butter on her butt felt warm and kind of relaxing, easing the stinging of broken skin. The tube was inserted through her anus. It was unpleasant but not painful. Then she suddenly felt cold back there. She tried to get up, but was held down, and the coldness filled her, getting higher and higher up her tummy. She felt her colon fill, and still more came in. Her intestines moved and skin of her belly stretched, and she really needed to go to the toilet. But she was kept down, her belly getting harder and colder. The priest´s hands wandered all over her sides and belly, massaging roughly and pushing the cold stream even further into her body.
“Let the Holy Spirit fill you.”
She could taste the water. It´s coldness made her teeth ache. Finally the priest told her to clench and the tube was pulled out.
“Now you can go to the toilet. Don´t let anything out in the holy church.”
It was hard to stand up. She was exhausted, her limbs were shaky, and it felt like she weighed a ton. The toilets were at the entrance. The first step across the church hall made something move inside, and she was just about to burst. Concentrating on clenching her butt, one small step at a time, she got halfway. There, in the middle of the hall, she noticed some liquid running down her leg. She stopped and pressed her hand against her butt hole. It felt wet. She tried pushing a finger in to stop the flow. As her sphincter let the digit in, a squirt of water shot out and splashed on the floor. She knew that now she had to keep the finger in. In a crouch, she made her way as fast as she could. Twice she tried to make a little too big step, and something pushed around her finger to the floor.
Ellie returned from the toilet shivering. It had taken a while, and a lot had come out, and now her anus was sore. Father Henry was at the altar, dressed in robes. She could see the garment bulge at his groin. She thought about turning to the entrance and leaving. The priest had all her clothes, she was not in the clear yet. There was a bucket and a rag by the toilet door.
“Ellie my dear, please clean the mess you left on the floor. We don´t want the church goers step on feces.”
He watched her approach. His erection got harder every time she crouched to scrub the floor. When she reached the altar, he got her on all fours on the floor. He took off the robe, then took the crucifix off his neck. The girl winced in fear, looking at the chain. The priest spread the rest of the butter all over her crotch, forcing his slippery fingers in her vagina.
Once more her pussy was violated. The fingers groped around, then withdrew. Ellie readied herself for his cock. Instead, something harder and pointier was pushed in. She knew it had to be the crucifix. It scraped her sore insides more, but it was not as big as a penis. Soon she felt the wood on her labia. The priest turned the cross until he could bury the horizontal branches in her cleft. The chain hung down between her legs like a tail, clinking on the floor. Then there was something pushing at her butt hole. It was clenched tight and tender after all that had gone through, but the slippery butter helped the priest squeeze his penis in. It made the wooden cross move and press against her hurting vaginal walls.
The priest fucked her hard. She felt the crucifix tear her flesh and his cock rub against her anus. The metal chain clinked on the floor and every violent thrust made the church hall echo with the sound of skin hitting skin, until the priest stopped deep inside her and screamed: “Hallelujah!”
He pulled his meat out of her and stood up panting. She collapsed on the floor on her side and pulled carefully the crucifix out of her pussy. She was all sticky between her legs and blessing of the Lord inside her felt like diarrhea again.
Father Henry rinsed his dick on the bowl of holy water and looked down on her. He told her to go wash, the pool house was open but there would be no one there for about an hour. She could take an alb from the sacristy again.