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Kidnapped by Krampus
(Melissa DuVant)
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Kidnapped by Krampus Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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of the House Preview - Chapter Fourteen: New Responsibilities To everyone that wants to be the gift under their master or mistress' tree! Chapter 1: Season's Beatings In the darkest night of the long
winters, he comes. His horns as black as
the coal he bears, an emissary from the oldest, darkest nights. Those heavy with sin fear the tread of his
cloven hoofs, as he stalks through the night, fangs as white as snow, eyes as
red as blood. Those with the heaviest
sins, he bears away in his sack, taking them to his frozen realm, to punish
them for their wickedness. Some repent,
but many are to bound into their wicked ways, unable to return to the light,
bound into his realm of darkness and sin forevermore... *** Amber staggered out of the club, shuddering at the cold night air kissing against her skin, wrapping the thick coat around herself. It was a good coat, the fur thick, warm and stylish - and, hopefully, the owner wouldn't notice it was gone for a while! She slipped a hand into the pocket, rummaging around and pulling out a purse, opening it to find a thick wad of cash. Score! There were always a load of drunks out at this time of year, easy to steal from. And she'd managed to filch cash out of several pockets as well, drawing close to men, distracting them with a quick, gentle touch, then sliding her hand into their pockets. What did she have - a couple of smartphones, some cards she'd have to use fast, before they were cancelled, and some cash. Not a bad haul for the night. Although it was cold! Even with the buzz of a drink burning through her belly, she could feel the cold starting to penetrate, especially on the bare skin of her legs. And the alley was slick with ice, making her heels even more treacherous. She had enough money for a cab though, once she got onto the main drag. She'd have to get away from here, just in case any of her victims saw her! She started to walk, keeping the coat tight, snow starting to fall. Soon, everything was covered in a soft, sound-eating blanket, her vision limited to a few yards, the back alley lit only by lights from the back-rooms of bars and clubs. There was an unusual scent in the air - thick, musky and feral, like something from a wild animal. She walked faster, looking around nervously. She'd heard stories of wild dogs, although in this weather, they were probably curled up somewhere. The lights flickered, everything going dark for a moment. When they returned, everything was tinted blue, the snowflakes hovering in the air, still and motionless. And a sound, a single clopping noise, something striking against the floor. She looked around nervously - was she being followed? What was going on with the snow? When she moved through it, the snowflakes melted onto her coat, but the rest were just floating, utterly motionless. Movement - there, just out of the corner of her eye. A shape, huge and bulking, only barely visible through the haze of snowflakes. Two red dots, staring at her, and then it stepped forward. She took a deep breath of shock, her lungs stinging from the cold. At least eight feet tall, a barely-human shape, covered with thick fur. Horns, black and sharp, protruded from their forehead, burning red eyes staring down at her. It lunged with sudden speed, faster than she could react, thick black talons rending down at her. They tore through her coat, ripping it away, leaving her suddenly freezing, in just her slinky black party dress. She was paralyzed with shock, fear and cold, her coat getting tossed aside, freezing in midair as it was flung away. The man-shape had strange, hairy legs, strong and powerful. A mouth opened, revealing mottled and yellowed teeth, a puff of steamy-hot breath escaping. The thing's voice was deep and powerful, sending a rumbling through her entire body, a primal fear sparking within her, and she tried to turn to run. One of her heels stuck in a crack in the floor and she stumbled. 'Naughty girls are punished!' It lunged again, an arm wrapping around her, muscles like iron, the hairs scratching at her soft, smooth skin. Strong, powerful fingers grabbed her shoulder as she pulled away and tumbled to the floor, scratching down her back, tearing away her dress. The cold air pressed in around her, and she hit the ground, landing on all fours. All she was wearing now was her underwear, scant protection against the bitter-biting chill, before a hand grabbed her hair. Tears prickled her eyes as it yanked her up and around, making her face the monstrous form. Her face was now level with its crotch, her eyes drawn to the huge, throbbing cock in front of her face. It was fat and thick, ridged around its girth, the size of her arm, and as dark as coal. Was that the heat of it she could feel? The sharp claws tangled through her hair pulled her closer in, the scent overwhelming her, a thick musk clouding her thoughts. The tip was already shiny with precum, and she was dragged closer, the thing bumping against her lips, her jaw hanging slack and wide. The cock filled her mouth, and the taste was even more potent than the scent. She couldn't see anymore, the darkness of the thing's fur filling her view. It tasted bitter and meaty, her lips tightening around the cock, and it stiffened within her mouth, growing even bigger, forcing her jaw to stretch and widen. Her head was dragged back and forth, the fat shaft sliding into her mouth, then penetrating her throat. She was forced wide, choking and spluttering on the rod, the ridges stretching her out, aching and hurting. Amber could barely breath, her arms weakly flailing as tried to summon up her strength, only just able to reach out and touch one of the legs, feeling the rough hair there. From up above, there was a savage grunt, the creature rasping and breathing heavily. 'Mphhh!' She'd never sucked a cock this large before, and it hurt, filling her throat entirely, the rough and sweary taste heavy on her tongue. She wanted it to be over, sucking with her lips, twisting her tongue around, wanting release. And then it tensed up inside her mouth, a thick gush of sticky cum flowing down her throat. The cock didn't withdrew, only shrinking slightly within her, doing little to ease her breathing. Her head was wrenched backwards, spit and cum dribbling over her chin, and she instinctively swallowed, her throat sore and ravaged. The hand pulled her upwards, some of her hair getting torn out, dragging her to standing. Another arm reached around her waist, and she was hoisted off the ground, lifted up like she was weightless, finding herself tossed over a shoulder. Strong and burly muscles poked into her belly, the figure hot beneath her, a large and bumpy shoulder-blade pushing the air from her lungs. 'Naughty girls need to be caught and trained.' The voice was felt as much as heard, rumbling through her, Amber's head reeling, unable to comprehend what was happening. She was still in the frozen bubble of snow, feeling bitterly cold air against her bare back, licking cum from her lips. It was a struggle to breath, and she felt herself fading away, falling into darkness... *** Warmth. Prickly and hot, something digging into her skin as she moved. The chink of metal, a sudden pressure around her neck. Pressure on her wrists and ankles, rough rope scratching her flesh. Vision slowly returned, flickering amber firelight shining off wood, and straw poking her flesh. Straw? Where the hell was she? Amber tried to move, finding she was restrained - her arms were tied behind her back, rough and prickly rope tight around her wrists, her legs bent backwards, tied to each other. When she moved her legs, she felt the movement get conducted into her wrists. Was she hogtied? She was on her belly, the floor below her covered with straw, rough and scratchy. And there was something around her neck, rough leather chafing at her soft skin, a rope running from that to a wooden peg, high above her head. 'Shhh! He'll hear you.' A voice spoke, quiet and female, Amber trying to wriggle around to see who it was. She had to roll and wriggle herself, belly pressed firmly against the ground, looking around more. It looked like a stable, with her in one of the stalls - most of her view was limited by wooden walls, and the walls were covered with whips, crops and ropes, as well as other horsey equipment. From somewhere out of sight there was a steady thwip-thwip-thwip noise, something flicking through the air. Wherever the light was coming from, she couldn't see, but it was flickering and inconsistent, shadows dancing around. Bound into another hogtie, in the same stall, was another woman, a brunette, with a sinuous ivy tattoo flowing down her ribs. The forced arch of her back looked painful, a rope down from the ceiling holding her just off the floor. 'You don't want to draw his attention, especially when you're new. Just be a good girl, and nice and quiet - he likes that. And don't piss her off, either!' Amber tried to control her panic, twisting her wrists and trying to wriggle out of the rope, feeling the rough cords prickling and scraping her flesh. 'What the hell is going on? What's this place?' 'It's his. He punishes bad girls, keeps us here, until we're better. Or he takes us somewhere else, and people don't come back from there.' 'What? Who?' 'Him. The dark man. The Krampus! You must have seen him when he bought you here.' 'What? That's...' Amber trailed off, remembering the horned man, the strangeness of the frozen air in the alleyway. 'Shhh! Someone's coming!' The other woman went silent, head dipping down, hair pooling on the floor. Having her body stretched out in the suspended hogtie looked desperately uncomfortable, and Amber could see thin red welt-lines on the woman's skin. What was that from? What had been done to her? From down on the floor, it was hard to see, Amber unable to bend her neck enough to see more than the tiny slice of the area she was in. A long, slender leg stepped into sight, strangely shaped, the foot bent into a hoof, walking on the toes. The shiny black leather of the boot came up to mid-thigh, Amber craning her neck to see more - another woman, a leather harness wrapped around the woman's body, highlighting the curves of her hips, waist and breasts, a spiked collar around her neck. There was a cold expression on her face, at odds with the fur-trimmed red hat on her head. 'The master has requested you.' She walked forward, gait smooth despite the hoof-boots, every step clopping against the wooden floor. Her arms were covered as well, shoulder-length black gloves, the fingers tipped with claws. On her lower stomach, just above her crotch, was a black mark, a horned rams-skull burned into her skin, the twisting horns and triangular head shaped like a crotch and uterus. She clomped forward, Amber trying to wriggle away, unable to gain any traction while bound in the hogtie. The woman picked her up, somehow strong enough to lift her off the ground. She groaned from the extra strain this put onto her body, compressing her lungs, making it more of an effort to breath. 'Let me go! You can't just kidnap me! The police will be looking for me!' The woman gave her a shake, making Amber's body ache. 'We are beyond such things here. The master cares for us, until we are better. And I aid the master. Here there is only the eternal night, until we are released, if we are deemed worthy.' It hurt to breath, talking beyond her, as Amber went limp, being carried around. The stables was quite large, with other women bound into the other stalls - most were suspended from the ceiling, heads down, faces covered by hair, but a few were on their feet, legs taut and tight, feet bent into hoof-boots, their mouths sealed by leather bits, strapped into place. The heat in the air increased, Amber now able to hear the crackle of a fire, wood popping and cracking. And that thwip-thwip-thwip was getting louder and louder, along with pained moans and groans. From the stable, with all of its bound women, and the scent of straw and fear, Amber was pulled into a house - small and Germanic, in an old-fashioned style, everything carved of wood, horned faces carved into every surface, staring at her, empty eyes seeming to follow her around. The fire was roaring in a large stone hearth, with a wreath of ivy suspended above it, heavy metal goblets along the mantlepiece. A huge wooden bed was on the other side of the room, heavy blankets pulled up, thick ropes knotted around the bedposts. On the other side was a wooden door, the woman knocking on it before pushing it open. The air that pushed through was even hotter, a smoky odor making Amber cough and splutter, sweat starting to prickle her skin already. A large fire was burning here, most of the smoke getting sucked up into a chimney. Hooks fanged from the ceiling, eerily like a butcher's shop. Oddly bright and jaunty tape and wrapping paper were piled up on shelves. In front of the fire was a woman, hanging from her wrists, held in an upside-down "Y", ropes pulling her legs apart by the ankles. She was entirely naked, her buttocks covered with bright red welt marks, sweat making her skin shiny. There was a strap around her head, tied around flowing auburn hair, tied into a high ponytail. Something flicked through the air, striking against the buttocks, the woman gasping in pain, the buttocks jiggling from the impact. Another strike, and now Amber could see who was doing it - a large, bulky man, horns protruding from his forehead. On the wall behind him was a goats-head mask, furry trousers with reverse-knees hanging from a hook beneath them. Another thwip noise, and now Amber could see it was a bundle of thin twigs, being used to assault the woman's backside. He turned, showing he had a ruddy face, cheeks and nose bright red, with a beard as white as snow, grinning to show off fanged teeth. 'Ah, this must be naughty little Amber. You are a bad girl, aren't you! But that's why you're here. Bad girls get punished... and I need more girls to help with my sleigh. You always wear out so fast!' Amber shook her head, torn between anger and disbelief, her hair flicking over her face. 'Let me go! You can't keep me heruphhhhh!' She was hauled up, her hogtie-rope getting suspended over a hook, leaving her suspended in the air. Amber tried wriggling, straining against the ropes, feeling them chafe against her skin, but they were too tight to wriggle out of. Her body was even more strained now, making it hard to breath, before the woman slapped her across the face, then reached out and took some wide, pink tape, unpeeling it and starting to wrap it around Amber's face. She tried to twist her face, but couldn't move herself enough, the tape sticking itself around her mouth, sealing it shut. She could taste the glue, bitter and disgusting, tight over her lips, then around her head, peeling off the roll. 'Mphhh!' 'Very good. You see, this is one of my good girls. At least, for now. She knows what will happen if she's ever bad!' He gave his victim another strike with the wooden sticks, Amber able to see bruises forming on the woman's backside. 'Now, I wonder if you'll be good or bad?' He walked towards her, steps light despite his imposing size, Amber still trying to wriggle away, despite the utter lack of traction. The canes flicked up, and she heard the impact before the impact registered. She'd never been hit before! They knocked together, hitting her again just after the first strike, against her breasts. There was no way for her to escape the hits, no way for her to free herself, or even to lessen the impacts! Each one hurt, the canes biting into her soft breast-meat, most hitting her nipples as well, the nub getting caught between the individual sticks, stretching out and getting pinched before pulling out. She could wriggle her jaw beneath the gag, and could feel the stickiness of the tape pulling at her skin, but it was too tight to get off! 'Mmmpggghhh!' 'Don't protest, Amber - I know you've been naughty, this is what you deserve. For all your lying and stealing. Very, very naughty!' He chuckled, sounding amused as he continued to flick the canes against her body. Each impact made her shake about, flesh absorbing the impact. Tears were trickling down her face, as the pain flared from each impact, driving air and thought from her body and mind. 'If you repent, and become a good girl, then you might become a gift for someone else! A nice little Christmas present beneath a tree, ho ho ho.' He guffawed, beard shaking about, eyes bright, before shoving on her body. Her world span around, making her dizzy, and then the canes came up against her crotch, an even more vicious stinging impact. His guffaws got louder and louder as she tried to wriggle away from the hits, the fire hot against her body, feeling her skin get slippery and bright from the heat, shuddering from the impacts, unable to communicate. Amber slowly regained consciousness, her body aching from the impacts of the canes, feeling throbbing aches over her backside and belly. She wriggled, trying to move, still suspended in the hogtie, the ropes digging and biting deep into her skin. Her flesh felt numb where it was applying pressure, but it was a struggle to raise her head, shaking her neck to move hair out of her eyes. The fire was close by, too hot, embers flaring upwards, sweat dropping off her body, onto the floor beneath. Footsteps approached, sharp clopping noises, Amber squirming to try and see. A leather-wrapped hand touched against her backside, even the light touch making her ass ignite with pain. Fingers dug into her buttock, squeezing it, making her gasp with pain. 'Good. The master has ordered me to prepare you. You should be honored that he has decided to trial you. I think you should be cast into the black lake, with all of the other naughty girls, but Master Krampus always has need of more sleigh-girls.' She squeezed at Amber's ass-cheek again, before withdrawing her hand. The ropes around Amber tensed up, putting even more pressure onto her body, and then suddenly dropped, the floor rushing up to meet her. She hit the floor hard, feeling the wooden floor slam into her, grit sticking to her sweaty skin. The ropes loosened further, her limbs flopping loose. She wanted to get up, to fight back or to escape! But she couldn't make them move as she wanted to, limbs aching from the confinement. A boot stamped down onto her back, the toes formed into an animal-like hoof, pinning her into place, the woman's weight pressing down onto her. 'I am his chosen favorite - you will obey me!' The hoof pressed down harder, Amber unable to fight back against it. 'Only I have the honor of sharing his bed and tending to him, while the rest of you are just sleigh-bitches, who get to live in the stables. You will refer to me as Mistress Krampus, unless you want to be punished more.' The hoof stamped down and then withdrew. Amber tried to move her limbs, feeling strength slowly return, and movement as well. With effort, she started to push herself upwards, coming to her knees. 'You will be prepared, sleigh-slut. And if you disobey, then I will punish you.' Hands grabbed her beneath her arms, leather-wrapped arms sliding along her own sweaty skin and hauling her upwards. Amber tried fighting back, but could barely make her arms work, just weakly flapping and flailing. How was the woman so strong? Amber was dragged upwards, her bare back pressing against the woman's own skin, able to feel the leather harness that was wrapped around their body. She wriggled, the small amount she could, but was unable to fight back, as she was dragged backwards, her feet leaving the floor. The woman's skin was cold, draining off Amber's heat, chilling her sweat. There was a pressure on her crotch as she was deposited onto a wooden shape, an upwards-curving moon, with two vertical cock-shafts close together, just in front of her. It put her entire bodyweight onto her crotch, making her gasp in pain. Her feet were too high up, unable to touch the floor, dangling limply down. Before she could lower her hands to push herself off the thing, the woman stepped in front of her. She wasn't that much taller than Amber, although the hoof-boots pushed her legs upwards, her skin pale white, contrasting with the sleek black leather harness that hugged around her body, highlighting the curves of her hips and breasts, metal rings giving it some flexibility. Her eyes were bright, ice-cold blue, her skin pale white, a stark contrast with the black leather that sheathed her flesh. White-blonde hair fell in a graceful stream down her back, simple and flowing. She grabbed both of Amber's wrists and pulled on them, tugging them behind Amber's back. Her fingers were strong, and cold, a bite penetrating into Amber's skin wherever she was in contact with Amber. Amber tried fighting back, but couldn't budge the grip at all. She leaned in, breasts pushing against Amber's chest, her breath sliding against Amber's skin, eerily cold. Her face pressed against Amber's skin, then she lightly bit at the flesh, pulling at it with her teeth. It was like having multiple sharp icicles stab at her! While she was in shock at the cold, leather wrapped around arms, binding them to each other, leaving just her hands to flap, unable to reach anything. Every movement on the wedge sent more pressure through her crotch, making it ache and throb, the wood sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy. 'Augh!' She tried to wriggle her arms, but could only wriggle her shoulders around a little, nothing useful. Her feet flailed, kicking at empty air, making the pressure on her crotch intensify even more. 'I will prepare you for my master, as he has instructed.' She clopped away, the strange boots making her backside wriggle with every step, Amber moaning, unable to hide the blossoming pleasure she felt along with the pain. The woman returned, clopping back, her arms now full with leather items, ones that Amber didn't recognize. 'The bit first. You'll be better as a sleigh-slut!' From the stack of leather, she produced a leather-wrapped shaft, straps attached, everything else getting dropped to the floor. 'Open wide!' The woman advanced on Amber, holding an assembly of straps, built around a long cock-shaft that slid through a metal ring, attached to long reins. Her other hand grabbed at Amber's jaw and squeezing it, forcing it open. 'Mphh!' The metal ring slid between her teeth, cold and dry, getting wedged in place, holding her mouth open. The prong rocked forward a bit, sliding into her mouth. She couldn't move back to evade it, the thing rocking further in, tasting of dry and stale spit. The straps were pulled around her head and buckled securely into place. 'Mpphh!' She could feel more straps dangling down her back - were those reins? What was going on? At the moment, the prong was mostly outside of her mouth, but it looked large, easily big enough to fill her mouth, and penetrate her throat. 'And blinkers as well. You only need to see where you're going, nowhere else.' More leather was wrapped around her head, panels on either side of her eyes blocking her vision. It made her feel closed in and claustrophobic, without being trapped inside anything, her sight forcibly limited. 'A good girl should learn to behave, and do what is ordered.' Mistress of the House Preview - Chapter Fourteen: New Responsibilities Hannah shivered in her box, water dripping down along her body. The shape of the leather made it impossible to move more than a little, unable to even hug herself or wrap her arms around her body to try and keep herself warmer. And the thing in her ass pushed against her inside walls every time she moved, pain flaring in her backside. Then she heard footsteps, quick and urgent, on the gravel, before the case started to move. It rocked around, bumping over uneven ground, each jostle another agony as Hannah was violated again by the still-buzzing dildo. What was going on? Was she being kidnapped? 'Muuh? Muh's mer?' 'Shhh, be quiet, OK?' It was a voice Hannah doesn't recognize, but it sounded female. 'Err are ou aaking ee?' The sense of motion suddenly changed, gravel being replaced by bumpy and uneven planks, jolting her around less. 'We're already here, just let me get you out.' She heard the case being unlocked, the top springing open. She gingerly pushed on it, slowly looking around, letting her eyes adjust. It looked like stables - wooden walls, partitions for individual horses, with whips, crops, saddles and other riding gear on the walls, the smell of hay heavy in the air. Although the chains and metal rings were probably a bit less standard! Her rescuer was another young woman, wearing a green latex mini-dress, dripping with water, and practically painted on, so tight she may as well be naked, with a leather collar around her neck. Her arms were restrained with a lengthy chain between her wrists, and heels had been locked onto her feet. Messy auburn hair cascaded down, twigs and leaves caught between strands. Hannah slowly pulled herself out of the case, wincing as she stretched down and pulled the still-buzzing dildo from her ass, feeling herself shrink after it was removed. She tossed it onto a shelf, then ungagged herself. 'Thanks for bringing me in, it's freezing out there! Are you the gardener?' She nodded. 'Yes, my... my name is Wendy, nice to meet you, Hannah.' She glanced around, looking fearful and unsure. 'Miss Coerator mistreats you as well, doesn't she? I saw what she was doing to you, down in the dungeon.' Wendy shrank down on herself and whimpered. 'No, no. Mistress trains me to be better. And if I'm good enough, she will let me come.' She tugged her latex dress up, enough so that Hannah could see the chastity belt wrapped around her crotch. Hannah stepped close and wiped a few twigs from her hair. 'She shouldn't lock us up like this! It's not fair. And she confiscated all my vibrators and dildos. Bet she wouldn't like it if it was done to her!' Wendy's eyes went wide and she twitched before she glanced around in fear. 'Shhh! She has cameras everywhere. She could be watching us, right now. If she hears you say that then you'll become an ornament, or locked into the dungeon permanently.' 'Won't you be punished for bringing me in?' 'I couldn't leave you out there. And I wanted to show you... a way out.' Her speech came in twitchy, spasmodic rushes, clearly fearful, her eyes never settling down, always moving and twitching around. Hannah brushed a hand through her hair, trying to calm her down, listening to the patter of rain on the roof. 'Well, I doubt Miss Coerator will be coming out in this, so we should be safe until the morning. You'll have to put me back out there before dawn.' She looked at the dildo with distaste, knowing that it's going to have to go back inside of her later. 'No, I can... I can get you out of here! This way!' She grabbed Hannah's hand and pulled her forward, through a doorway into another chamber of the stables. The smell here was more of sweat and leather than wood and hay, as a bulb blinked on. Suspended by leather harnesses were two women - heavy hoods completely concealed their faces, straps tight around their bodies that neatly framed their breasts and hips, tightly buried into their snatches. Their arms were bound behind their backs into leather boxes, with their legs wrapped in long, leather stocks, and heels even higher than Hannah's. They didn't react as the light blinked on, clearly blindfolded and deafened by their hoods. Their harnesses held them off the ground. One of them stirred in their sleep, their shifting making the straps groan slightly. 'I have to... have to take them walking every morning. But I can dress... dress you up as one of them, and then you can escape!' There were piles of spare equipment, more bit-gags and harnesses, all shining and bright. Hannah picked one up - the leather seemed strong, without any obvious way to break out once it was on. Did Wendy just want to capture her as a pet for herself? 'Are these other failed gardeners?' 'Ummm... Elizabeth was a maid, but the Mistress liked her enough to use her like this. I don't know about the other one, I... I was told to look after her, I don't know her name.' 'Can't we free them?' Wendy pointed at the collars around their necks - thick and heavy, connected by wires to a charging point. 'They'll get shocked if they move. Mistress likes to track her possessions.' Hannah moved her hand to her own collar. Was she a "possession" as well? Miss Coerator's own slender, pale neck would look good in a stiff posture collar! 'Don't you want to get out of here?' Hannah took a deep breath and tried to think. Could she get out of here? 'Getting to know each other, are we?' Warmth surged through Hannah's loins at the sound of that voice, the taste of Miss Coerator's pussy suddenly sweet on her lips again. Wendy went pale, almost passing out in shock and fear. 'So, my sweet little maid, and my naughty gardener, are you two becoming friends?' Hannah slowly turned as Miss Coerator stepped into the room. She was shaking rain off an umbrella, but must have changed clothing from earlier - beneath the slick leather of her stylish coat could be seen a skin-tight red latex bodysuit, stark against the black of the coat. She smiled like a shark, Hannah flinching away, keeping her eyes downcast. 'I thought you would have learned your lesson by now, so was coming to bring you back for the evening. I was most surprised to find you gone!' She stepped forward, bearing down on Hannah like a predator, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing her ass. 'Were you planning on leaving? After all your sterling work, making me so proud of you?' Her scent was potent and intoxicating, making Hannah's head swim. With her belt off as well, she had to resist from grinding herself against Miss Coerator, not wanting to smear her own juices against the shining latex. Wendy was practically gibbering in fear, barely conscious. Hannah glanced at the mute and harnessed ex-maids. She didn't want to end up like them! 'Could you... could you let me serve you, Mistress Coerator?' Miss Coerator took her by the chin, guiding her head up until their eyes meet. The smell of her perfume, and the warmth of her body were overpowering, making Hannah want to melt against her. 'Oh? Are you apologizing, my dear?' 'I'm, I'm sorry, Mistress. I should have licked your juices off the couch.' Hannah winced at the words she was saying, but this seemed the only way to avoid worse punishment. It was a struggle not to cry, blink or look away, Miss Coerator's own dark eyes swallowing up her world as she smiled. 'Very good, Hannah! You see, that's all you had to do, I'm very proud of you.' She kissed Hannah on the lips, her breath pushing into Hannah's mouth. 'Did you uncover a plot from this naughty gardener to escape?' Hannah glanced over at Wendy, who was shaking her head in terror, tears streaming from her own eyes. She whimpered when Miss Coerator ran a nail down the back of her neck, making her sigh and whimper. 'Yes, Mistress.' 'Well, my dear, I think that means she deserves some punishment, doesn't it?' She didn't look away, forcing Hannah to keep looking into her eyes. 'And, my dear, as you discovered it, then I think that you should be responsible for punishing her.' The thought sent a quiver through Hannah, making her suddenly aware that she wasn't wearing her belt. If she did well, would she be allowed to come herself? She glanced around - there were some whips and crops, but also a pyramidal wooden block suspended from the ceiling, with leather cuffs on the side, clearly intended to hold someone on top. 'What's that, Mistress Coerator?' Miss Coerator ran a hand down Hannah's bare back, making her shiver in pleasure. 'That, my dear, is the wooden horse. Someone mounted on it will have their whole weight upon their tender pussy. A most fitting punishment, excellent choice! Although I think it needs a little something. Perhaps your dildo shoved into Wendy's backside as well?' She kissed Hannah again, gently for once, her nails still stroking up and down Hannah's back. If it's inside of Wendy, at least it can't be in her as well! Hannah nodded. 'Very well, my dear, then go fetch it and I will allow you to do the honors.' She gestured at the discarded dildo. 'Yes, Mistress Coerator.' It almost hurt to have to break away from her, the room suddenly feeling cold without her burning presence in physical contact. But this was better than being punished herself! She picked the dildo up - it was still warm from being inside of her, gleaming darkly under the light, as Miss Coerator moved over to Wendy and grabbed her by the neck, bending her over. Her chastity belt was more complex than Hannah's, with a separate panel over her backside, which Miss Coerator opened. Hannah spat on the shaft of the dildo before she started easing it into Wendy. Wendy was gulping and crying but didn't resist, the shaft smoothly sliding into her body, before Miss Coerator locked the panel into place, sealing the dildo in. 'Now, kindly mount her on her new steed, my dear.' She stood back, apparently content to watch. Hannah paused, trying to work out how to do this, hoping that Wendy wouldn't fight back. She reached towards Wendy's neck and hooked her fingers through the ring of her collar and used it to pull the still-crying Wendy towards the block. There was a large wooden step on the ground next to it, clearly intended to be a mounting block. Wendy started to resist, her body shaking in fear, forcing Hannah to try dragging her. She grabbed a paddle from the wall and smacked it against a breast, the force cowing Wendy into submission, letting Hannah drag her closer. She forced herself to ignore Wendy's pleading, as Miss Coerator encouraged her. 'A little harder, my dear, force her to submit.' Hannah obeyed, cracking her across a breast, before leaning in close and whispering. 'I'm sorry, I'll try and help you later!' 'Noo... Noo! Please!' Hannah struck her again, feeling a surge of pleasure well up as Wendy obeyed and placed an uncertain foot onto the mounting block. If she could get Miss Coerator to trust her, then she wouldn't be punished herself! And maybe she could trap Miss Coerator, tie her up in the dungeon! Hannah stepped onto the mounting block herself, reaching upwards for a hooked chain and slipping the hook between Wendy's wrist chain. It suddenly retracted - Hannah glanced over her shoulder to see Miss Coerator looking on with approval, having pulled on a lever to pull the chain upwards. Wendy was starting to get pulled off the floor now, making it easy to grab a leg and throw it over the wooden horse, then she bodily shifted Wendy onto the thing, which started to shake under her weight. At least the chastity belt should make it less brutally painful! As she leaned in to strap Wendy's leg to the side of the block, she whispered again. 'I'm sorry, Wendy!' She couldn't tell if Wendy even heard her, the woman was blubbering in pain and fear, her other leg still kicking until Hannah strapped it back, using a belt to bind it to Wendy's thigh. 'Now, my dear, if you could make her confess fully to her crimes?' Miss Coerator picked up a whip and approaches, passing the thing into Hannah's hand, wrapping arms around her, latex-clad breasts pushing against Hannah's bare back. 'And then I can take you inside and give you a nice warm bath. So use the whip and tell silly little Wendy that scheming against her mistress is not allowed.' Hannah flicked her wrist, feeling the whip crack against the ground. The other captives stirred, obviously not totally deafened, their harnesses tinkling as they shifted, unsure what was going on. Then she flicked her wrist again, a welt opening up on Wendy's back, making her yelp and gasp. 'You shouldn't plot against Mistress Coerator.' 'Excellent, my dear. Again, if you would.' Hannah cracked the whip against Wendy's flesh again, another welt searing itself against the girl's body, making my sobs intensify, the wooden horse shaking as she moves, unable to get off. 'Beg Mistress Coerator for forgiveness, Wendy!' Another strike, as Wendy started to blubber. 'P... please! Forgive me!' 'Again.' Miss Coerator's voice was hard, Hannah obeying, whipping Wendy again, as her apologies become wordless sobs. Hannah found herself starting to shake, from shock and arousal, falling backwards against Miss Coerator, who gently stroked her. 'Very good, my dear. Now gag her, and then we can get you cleaned up. I think you have done enough to earn yourself a custom collar, I shall order one for you.' Miss Coerator gave her a gentle push forward, Hannah groggily obeying. Wendy's crying at least made it easy to slide the gag between her lips, buckling it into place. Hannah's further whispered apologies were probably entirely unheard, as she twisted and writhed atop her mount, unable to escape. She returned to Miss Coerator's side, taking some solace in the presence of the woman, as she was enveloped in a dizzying embrace, finding herself being led back towards the house, cold rainwater falling against her, leaving Wendy locked into her punishment, the wooden horse ratting and clinking as she tried to reduce the torment on her body. |