K wore lumberjack attire, and he took her other hand. They walked past man-high wooden soldiers, and fairies with tutus and wands, and little hills made of piled presents, and a sleigh with rear tractor tread and robot reindeer that were running in place.
There was something about that sleigh that bumped at her logic, but they went by too quickly for her to figure it out.
At the very back, behind the displays, she spotted a plain wooden door with a sign on it that said Basement. Forbidden.
It was the only such door she’d ever seen.
They reached a large Christmas tree lit up with lights. From beneath it, Dominik chose a long present that might’ve been a broom, and he carefully unwrapped it. By the time it was unveiled she still wasn’t sure what it was. It looked a little bit like a weed-eater, a Christmas-themed one. One end had buttons and seemed heavy, the other end what might be an enormous dildo in tree colors with rubbery spikes like a Christmas tree made small.
She pursed her lips and decided it was certainly dildo-y.
Dominik stood and propped it upright at his side – a tribesman with an incredibly rude spear, and a top hat.
“Today we are having a hunt through this toy factory. And this.” He bumped the heavy end of the Xmas dildo on the floor, making the dildo wobble. “Goes inside you if we catch you.”
Whoah. It was elephant dildo time. She almost backed away except for K’s hand between her shoulders. So instead she pouted and thought of ways to maybe stick it up D.
Give D the D. Haha.
“What if you don’t catch me? Do I get to stick it up you?”
“Him, maybe,” K said, laughing and raising her hopes.
“No. Pick something else and perhaps we can do it.”
“Then…” She looked Dominik dead in his sparkly eyes, which really were not normal, though perhaps it was the place they were in? “If you don’t catch me you have to take off your gloves. By the end of the next hour.” She pointed to the clock on the wall, with the pendulum swinging below. It had just begun to ding-dong the hour.
“Agreed,” D drawled, and there was challenge in his eyes and an almost cruel speculation.
Had she riled him, asking for that? Suddenly she didn’t care. She’d been cruising and had lost sight of her true self.
This situation screamed for a lawyer to examine the wish and say wtf this is null and void.
What lay under those gloves? She would find out.
“When?” she asked, itching to run. Staying here within their grasp was stupid.
“Now!” barked K.
And she took off, only realizing in the first leap to the side of the tree, that she still wore a butt plug. Likely it would fall out.
An hour was too much, she soon discovered. Though quick on her feet and able to jump from tree branch to the hill of presents and down, to race away, they were tiring her. They would surround her if she wasn’t careful.
With fifteen minutes to go, she was exhausted, her breasts heaving so much within the Santa coat they were likely to pop right out. The butt plug had already done so. She kept running, until she found herself in the sleigh, about to drop to the other side, only K was behind her and D was waiting right where she was headed, with his arms wide.
“Come here, little girl. I have something for you.”
“Hell, no!” she managed to gasp.
K had a hand on the sleigh below and was about to swing up when she realized the sleigh was pointed at the big window that showed the outside, and the only thing stopping this thing from surging forward was whatever held it off the ground.
If it ran, then good. If not, then she’d lost. She really wanted to see his hands.
Fourteen minutes left. A large stick that seemed a brake beckoned her hand, and she grabbed it and wrenched it toward her. It gave, the sleigh dropped several feet to the floor then shot forward as if Rudolph himself had taken over.
Praying for her safety, she ducked, covering her head with her arms as her ride slammed into the window. Glass smashed and tinkled, the motor of this sleigh made alarming grinding sounds then it pulled free and drove forward, plunging into the snow.
Conveniently, there was a gap in the trees ahead, and the bounce of the sleigh cleared the snow to either side. Looking back she saw the gap in the wall and the two men running after her. But, revealed by the aftermath of her escape was…road surface. There was a black tarlike substance under them.
A road. Where might it lead?
The sleigh caromed ahead, and though she searched for some sort of wheel or control, there was nothing. Beyond the gap in the trees stretched a vast land of snow.
Or sky. The road had ended, and she was about to go driving into space. Below, far below, were clouds.
Florence screamed, the sleigh dipped, then braked and lurched. The jarring snapped something and the robot reindeer, eyes glowing red, broke away and fell, spinning, into the clouds below.
“Fuck!” She clasped at her chest, as if that could save her heart from imploding, and bowed over for a moment, gasping.
Then she remembered her mission. Escape until the clock struck the hour. It hadn’t rung, yet.
Twisting, she moved to jump from the lodged sleigh, only to find waiting for her…
Two soldiers, grinning.
Having caught the runners, they had stopped the sleigh with their hands. Their strength must be phenomenal. The red of their uniforms made her think of blood and how close she’d come to death. She gulped in a few more breaths, trying to catch up to the reality of being alive.
“Remember, we get you the second time you escape.”
K and Dominik ran up behind them, and though Dominik appeared ready to disagree, she wondered if he had any authority over this decision.
To have to go with the wanking soldiers…that would be the rock-bottom point of her stay here. She held up her hands to protest.
“You lost my deer.” K stood on the very edge, peering down. “I liked them.”
Oops.
“Not today, guys. Not this time. Maybe next time, hey? She’s mine.” That was Dominik, and though she was grateful, her reawakened suspicious nature had her wondering at the authority he appeared to have over these two.
One of them, Bert she thought it was, thought to ask K.
K turned, appraised her and D, and his soldiers. He grunted a, “No,” and they shrugged and wandered off. “You, girl, will follow us.”
The cabin had a big hole in it where the sleigh had plowed through.
The cabin also looked far bigger from the outside than it had the first day she arrived.
They picked their way through the hole, and D turned and pushed a fairy sculpture aside, sending her to the floor and perching on the fairy’s toadstool.
She’d wrecked the cabin, run away, and what were the consequences? “You’re not classing this as not good? I mean we had an agreement that I could run.”
“But not out there, not to the Edge.” K grabbed the back of her Santa’s helper costume and held her up to his face. “You went beyond bad to worse than bad.”
Reasserting her assertiveness, she refused to do more than stare back at him and hope he’d put her down, soon. He shook her and growled.
“I agree.” Dominik said.
With a glance out the corner of her eyes, she saw the Christmas dildo spear in his hand. He’d rescued it from the rubble.
“She stretched the concept a bit far, but this wasn’t technically bad. It was an accident. Right, Florence?”
Growling again, K set her down. “Even so, one more episode like this, and she will certainly be classed as a bad girl.
Her eyebrows rose of their own accord. Well now. Bad girl? If it weren’t for the wish and the twelve days, she would own up to that label.
“Then we need to keep her well under control, because I want to go home.”
“The cage will do that,” K ventured.
If they meant the cage she’d seen in the kink room, what did they
mean to do exactly? She remained mute. So close to the end – the subtle threat of having to stay here had hit her badly.
“The cage. Yes. And the harness. I want to see that on her.” Dominik had this lizard-like stare he could use on occasion, and it made her decide she really wanted nothing to do with him once she was back in the real world. “I’d definitely like that. For what you mentioned, on the twelfth day.”
They were plotting something, and she could not resist. “What’s this?”
“Nothing.” He drummed his gloved fingers on the shaft of the Xmas dildo. The tinsel on it jumped at the rhythm. “You wanted to see my hand? I don’t show it often.”
He tugged at the fingers of one hand, slid the glove off, then showed her his hand.
The fingers looked as if they’d been chewed and scarred.
“An accident, a long time ago,” he murmured, looking at his hand. “I hate showing the damage.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Sorry? You will be, on the twelfth day.” He winked. “I plan to get my money’s worth out of your submissive ass, before we part.”
Mercenary bastard. How had she ever thought him the perfect match for her?
Chapter 9
Until the twelfth day, they kept her in the cage in the kink room, suspended above the floor and only allowed out a few times a day. Apart from a leather harness like that worn by sledge dogs, or perhaps Santa’s reindeer, she was also kept naked. Being fed on carrots and apples and water, and not much else, left her hungry but she’d resolved not to beg them for more.
Though she might have held onto the bars, peered out, and whimpered a little, late on the eleventh day. Sadly.
This was not the sort of diet she’d ever volunteered for, and they’d sat almost below her cage eating roast chicken. Such torture.
Yet she didn’t beg with words, especially since the glittery appearance of Dominik’s eyes had become even more obvious.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, they led her blindfolded from the cage, but first they tied her hands behind her back with red and green ribbon.
The murmur of a crowd alerted her, the sound increasing in volume as she was walked further forward…as if people had caught sight of her.
What was this to be?
A hand on her shoulder and the command, “Kneel,” had her kneeling. Dominik’s voice.
“Don’t forget, this is your last day. You must be very good today, especially, or it’s back to the First Day of Christmas.”
That sounded like a threat. She was all too aware of the terms of agreement, but hearing that said in his baritone, still rocked her all the way down to her pussy. She loved the timbre of his voice, maybe even the threats he delivered so suavely. It was the reality of what he did that bothered her.
What if she failed? She mustn’t.
Which made her sure he would try to push her to the limit. There’d be something awful required of her today.
A bit was wormed into her mouth and buckled at the back, perhaps to match the harness she already wore, then Dominik undid the blindfold.
Blinking, stomach tightening, she saw what awaited her.
She was on a stage, with an audience before her of both men and women, and all of them dressed in evening wear – perfect suits, make-up, and dresses. Perfectly staid expressions, as if this was nothing unusual. A few yawned.
Then they realized she could see them, and a wave of appreciation swept the room. This might’ve been an antiques or art affair at Christies, and she’d seen a few of those, and these the representatives of rich buyers, or the buyers themselves. She might’ve been a pretty artwork up for auction.
“Remember,” Dominik tapped under her chin with a crop and made her raise her head. “Be very good, otherwise K and I have decided to sell you to one of these people. And they are not your average buyers.”
What? Panicking, she tried to answer him, but the gag muddled her words. This was surely a violation of the agreement. And these people…
The wave of appreciation had done more than waken the audience, it’d caused a glimpse of change. Their faces distorted, they grew horns, their eyes became fiery, their hands scaled, and forked tongues slipped from the lips of a few. Some grew pointed teeth.
Shrinking, she tried to back away.
“Uh-uh.” Dominik inserted his shoed foot behind her. “Be good.”
She wouldn’t go to them if she was good? Fine.
One last day.
Those were demons or something dangerous, though. Mythology meets creatures of the underworld, vampires, lizard folk. She would be very good.
“Make K bid high for you,” Dominik whispered, undoing the bindings on her wrists.
When she brought her hands to the front and rubbed her wrists nervously, to distract herself, he stopped her, and instead wrapped loops of red chain about them, and fastened them with a lock.
Then he pulled her to her feet using the chain and held his hand high, forcing her to stretch.
“Here, we have a human girl for you all! I’ll be putting her through her paces. You get to choose today between this one or the next two, who aren’t my charges!”
Startled at the suggestion there were others, Florence watched as two other women were led onto the stage, also naked, also bound. Placed on either side of her, at least one of them, a young redhead, seemed far more upset than she was, for she wept openly and shivered.
Her sympathy for anyone at an auction, where people were being sold, would in the past have been glancing. How could anyone be so stupid as to allow themselves to be placed in a situation like that?
She’d learned. She wished she could speak and comfort her. Had these also wished badly, as she had? Were they even real?
“Tsk-tsk, stop looking at them. You have work to do. Impress us.”
At a metallic clink, she looked up and saw her chain had been attached to a hook that dangled from whatever was above.
She squinted and all that met her gaze above was mist. The room had no ceiling? This wasn’t real then? The sobs sounded real. Her toes felt floor.
A smack across her ass made her jump on those toes. She repositioned herself. The balls of her feet were all that touched, unless she let her arms be stretched intensely by her weight.
“Let’s see how exhibit A behaves when cropped?”
The crowd laughed.
Her harness ran in crisscrosses over her torso, under and around her breasts, emphasizing them, as well as between the cheeks of her ass and between her legs.
Of course the problem with cropping was that pain had an effect on her she could not control. They’d aroused her many times while spanking or flogging her, or using the birch twigs.
Dominik began to apply the crop in earnest, harder, harder, then with a regular intensity, but now he changed the places he hit.
The heat of the pain climbed, spread and merged, and she felt herself swell below, her pussy lips part, and the dribble of her own wetness slip onto her inner thighs.
Every so often, he’d cease to hit her and instead tap between her legs, or even over her clit. Her agonized yelps made the crowd mutter and lean forward. Their attention to her predicament, to her dismay, strangely aroused her also. She liked this. She could tell where they looked, and their gazes brushed her breasts and her body, painting her with their lusts. Dominik turned her so they could see the red stripes and splotches on her ass.
She liked this far too much.
“Lick the crop, Exhibit A.” He held the moistened flat end before her lips, but far enough away that she must stretch her head and her tongue to reach it.
Hesitant, she gave in after a few seconds of agonized thought. Who would know she’d done this? Only these weird creatures of K’s land of imagination. Though some resembled her bosses at the firm, or women she knew, by now she’d figured it out. They weren’t people.
So she stuck out her tongue and chased the crop when Dominik laughed and made her work to reach it. She licke
d, tasting herself.
“Delicious?” he crooned.
She nodded, knowing it was the answer he sought.
Her ass was burning from the strokes of the crop, yet his hand smoothing over it made her legs wobble, and his fingers parting her below, drew a faint moan from her. Unavoidable. They’d trained her to respond.
No choice, she told herself, sighing, liking what he did when a finger slid inside her, deep.
She swallowed, hung her head.
“Look at this. When I pull apart her cunt lips, you can see how well she reacts to punishment. How wet she is. Ready for you gentlemen to fuck, or you women, if so you choose.
“Now, let me demonstrate my machine on her.”
From somewhere behind her and out of view, he brought the Christmas dildo he’d played with at the toy factory. With a flourish, holding it high, he showed it to the audience. With a wink to her, he set it up between her legs, and pushed the rubbery end with the decorated tree appearance toward her. It squeezed around and past her clit to pop inside her, violating her to barely a fingertip’s depth. A solid, bumpy part of it touched her clit.
She squirmed as if she could dislodge the dildo but only moved it deeper.
The thing was big enough for a horse, surely. Already it stretched her entrance.
Sweat broke out on her brow, as she eyed the shaft of it descending to a square base on the floor. A base with buttons. Dominik had his shoe near those buttons. He was going to press one. Whatever the machine did, she would not like it. Or, she would like it too much.
“Should I get this going?”
The crowd found its voice. “Yes!” A few stood as if to see the result better, only to be shushed and told to sit.
“Done!” He stood on the biggest green button and the dildo began to force its way into her. Grinding, shunting noises made her wonder if it were driven by steam. Squeaking, she attempted to get away by rising higher on her toes. It did not work, of course. The thing only rose higher, higher, until she was sure it’d split her in two.
Held there at the peak, she shuddered, and began to ride it. Once inside her, all the way, it hurt but also sent trickles of mounting pleasure rippling into her, making her nipples rigid buttons, and her breasts ache. She gasped, louder, faster. She only ceased to breathe once the thing was completely inserted, for the pressure drove all thoughts of breathing or doing anything except standing there rigidly, waiting, waiting, for the downstroke.
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