The humiliation of this on top of the cropping pushed her arousal to a peak close to climax. Her thighs clenched, striving to grip the rubber. Her leg muscles shook. Groaning, she looked down, sweat dripping off her nose.
Just in time…
To see Dominik tap another button.
The dildo, already stuck in her, high, began to vibrate where it crammed onto her clit.
“Fff-uck,” she cried past the bit gag.
She arched, her head thrown back, and was forced straight into a great orgasm that made every part of her flex and spasm, and repeat, until she sagged, exhausted, but still impaled.
Coming down from that immense climax, she found Dominik was not yet satisfied.
“More? Yes?”
The crowd yelled its gratitude and called out rude things he might do to her.
Chuckling, he triggered the thing to become a true fucking machine. It speared into her then withdrew, relentless and cruel. Especially so, since the vibrating part never left her clit. Soon she was moaning continuously, sightless, shaking in time to the rhythm of the dildo.
Someone grabbed her ass and separated the two sides. A cock poked at her. There was only one place left for it to go. She clenched as much as humanly possible.
“Just me, girl,” said Dominik, with a sadistic amusement rife in his voice. “They want me to ass fuck you, and you know I can’t resist a challenge.”
Having his dick slowly pushed into her ass while the giant dildo did the same to her pussy was enough to send her into an oblivious state. She did not hear the crowd as more than a muted roar, did not see anything other than the insides of her eyelids. After one more climax, that hurt her as much as it gave her pleasure, for her lust had simply transcended what her body could take, she suffered through Dominik’s last rough fucking of her.
He came, buried within, rasping, with his mouth beside her ear.
“We really need to meet up once we’re both free,” he said, licking at her.
As if. She blinked furiously, getting her brain in order. She would run a mile.
The bit gag was dripping by then, and any sounds from her mouth barely resembled words.
Released from the chains and the dildo, she collapsed to her knees, head bowed, barely noticing anything past the tangled cage of her hair.
“Come, come.” A fist in her hair gathered much of it into one bundle, and she was towed to her feet.
It must be Dominik, but she wasn’t looking at him. Couldn’t. Not this time. Brought down the steps of the stage, she felt her way blindly and barefooted.
“We have to let them touch the merchandise before they bid.”
Hands reamed her, caressed her, shoved fingers into her holes. Her ass was squeezed and poked, her breasts grasped, her nipples sucked and pinched. None cared that her eyes were closed until she was brought to a stumbling halt and ordered to open them.
Fuck.
What was this? His face seemed on fire and steam rose from red fiery cracks that opened and closed on forehead and neck. His suit was singed at the collar.
“I want to try her out,” he growled, smoke puffing from his nostrils as he spoke.
“You do? This will be interesting. Which part?” Dominik, forever the comedian.
“Her mouth will do. While I watch the red-haired one fucked on stage, she can pleasure me.”
His zipper lowered, and the creature revealed his cock. Bared, at least she could see no smoke or fire on this erect part of him.
“On your knees, human-bitch.” He pulled her down, and Dominik took her hands behind her and roped them there.
The bit was unbuckled, and she worked her mouth to lose the ache in her muscles.
Being made to give a blow job while the creature watched whatever happened on stage was demeaning, but when he began to bid on the girl behind her, and she heard the weeping again. It was the one who’d wept earlier.
“I think I will buy this one. A million!” he shouted.
The crowd fell silent.
“Verify that bid, sir,” an announcer said.
Whoever that girl was, she would not survive this asshole.
This might get her hurt or killed. She didn’t know the rules.
Florence bit down with her teeth, and held onto his cock, determined not to let go.
He swore loudly. The creature shifted, planted both hands either side of her head, and laughed. “Now that is what I like!”
Without releasing his hold on either side of her head, he half rose from his seat. From that greater height, he thrust deeper into her mouth, in and out, making her clamped teeth scrape down his cock, rocking back her head, making her knees slide on the floor.
After several hard rams over her teeth, he came, ejecting cum down her throat and over her tongue, as he withdrew. It tasted of what she suspected was the depths of Hell…or some similarly obnoxious place. Jalapeno chilis had nothing on this guy.
Retching, spitting, steam now seething from her own nostrils, she was left to lie on her side in a puddle of fluids while the auction carried on regardless.
Someone else had bought the girl. She smiled. A small victory.
Whatever this place was, whoever these people cross creatures were, they were definitely unrelated to any Christmas she’d heard of.
Krampus, she said to herself. That wasn’t out loud, and she figured it was time to say the K word, somewhere. He was given the bad children and also, it seemed, the bad adults. Next time she’d word a better wish.
Next time. Fuck yeah. As if she’d do this again.
K bought her at the end of the day, thank goodness. Though perhaps they’d only meant to scare her? Surely, she wouldn’t have been sold to others?
Chapter 10
That night, they allowed her to sleep in the bed with them again. She lay there thinking and thinking about how this was organized. What if they were being false?
What if Dominik would rather stay here? He seemed to fit in all too well, and it made her wonder if a man would volunteer to stay if he was given the choice.
Maybe she should try doing this her way? The whole last day thing and peer review hadn’t been mentioned in detail for many days.
That door in the toy factory intrigued her. Forbidden? Why?
The toy factory still existed, as she’d seen them walk in there while she sat in the cage.
She slipped from bed, careful not to stir them, and sneaked across the floor.
Nothing stirred as she walked through the double doors into the kink room. The moonlight made the cage shadows slice up the room.
What if she doomed herself by doing this?
What if she doomed herself by not doing this?
It’d become more surreal as each day passed. A wish of hers could surely not have done this.
But then again why would a forbidden door go back to the real world?
Because that’s how fairytale worlds worked?
They had back doors, secret keys, ways to leave that the trapped humans must figure out. She’d read enough fairytales to know this.
The door stood before her, with that white writing across it.
Forbidden.
Here goes.
She reached out and grabbed the door handle, tried to twist it open. Locked. Then she noticed the golden keyhole below the handle. There was a key?
The clock in the toy factory chimed.
On the Thirteenth Day of Christmas…
Chapter 11
It was utterly dark, and she woke and almost screamed, and only stopped herself by biting it off with a whimper.
Where was she?
Her hands were free, but she was curled up, confined inside something box-shaped. Reaching up only told her the top of the box was within reach. No matter how hard she pushed it wouldn’t move. Should she yell?
There were voices out there, discussing her?
“She’s changing. She didn’t say your full name, this time. That’s a first.”
“And she found the
door. Also a first. But she still thinks it was your wish, in combination with hers, that caused this, when it was his that began it.”
“How many times has it been now?”
“Not enough. I’m not bored with her yet.”
She smacked even harder on the inside top of the box.
“Let me out! Let! Me! Out!”
The sound echoed and deafened her.
A hand ripped through the box lid, letting in a blast of light, and illuminating a maimed hand. Claws had sprung from the fingertips. Even as she stared, they slipped inside the skin and disappeared.
A piece of torn Christmas wrapping fell in through the hole, floated down.
She gulped, drew a tremulous breath. “Dominik?”
“Come out, come out…”
* * * * *
Robert was being boring again.
“You know what, Robert?” She swiveled on the bar stool, pointed her pinky at him, using the hand carrying her cocktail glass. Then she waited.
Maybe he thought she was going to agree with him or something, because he stopped talking.
She cruised her gaze up him from crotch level to that fine square jaw of his and those piercing blue eyes. So many cutting remarks were poised on her tongue but really, what good would it do to say them? Just so she could make Robert unhappy?
“We simply don’t match up. Good luck with finding someone who suits you.”
His eyes fixed on her for a good few seconds, then he shook his head and screwed up a piece of paper he’d held in his hand.
He scooped up his cell phone from the bar and saluted her with it. “That about sums it up. Bye.”
Feeling strangely both melancholy and truly hopeful – as if the spirit of Christmas had thawed her heart, she smiled as he exited. She took the last sip from her cocktail and poked the screwed-up paper. The note was in his handwriting.
I wish Florence finds exactly the asshole…
That was it. He hadn’t finished the sentence.
Her eyebrows climbed. Guess she’d riled him. She had a couple of scotches after the cocktail, then slid off her stool, ready to leave.
Three boisterous guys in suits barged through the front entry and sauntered to the bar, still talking loudly. One of them eyed her and he had the sexiest look to him. Dark and Dangerous she decided to name him. He wore black leather gloves and a man wearing those just plain made her knees, and pussy, melt.
Fuck.
Yes or no? No?
Her sensible self said, visit the ladies then go. Weaving past the men, she headed for the door and was already pushing through when she noticed the extra sign on it that said Forbidden.
How odd.
Not that she paid much attention to joke signs.
“Hey!” Mister Dark and Dangerous was waving to her, smiling. “Come write a wish to Santa!”
That tempted her, strangely.
What compelling eyes he had.
And what a knowing sneer, and if seen on any other man she’d be repelled.
Caught by a strange feeling that he would understand her perverted desires and make her revel and roll in them, like a cat in catnip, or a pig in mud, she paused there.
Go say hi, or not?
She was only going to the ladies...
If she went to him, she had a feeling she’d end up in his bed.
Her fingers danced upon the door.
What to do?
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