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Chapter 1
I’m such a fuck-up.
That’s all I could think about as the metal dug into my wrists while I tried desperately to grab the key with my toes. I should have at least turned on the heat before I started making bad choices, but now I was chained to the ceiling completely naked in thirty degree weather while the key to my cuffs lay uselessly a solid six inches out of reach. Alone.
Not only was I a fuckup, but I was so utterly depraved. God, did it make me painfully aroused that I was trapped by my own stupidity. The biggest reason I wanted that damn key was so I could unlock just one hand and bring myself to climax.
Impatient, depraved, fucked up, and, let’s be honest, likely to come just from thinking about how I’d have to sit here all alone in the dark and cold with no one to help me.
Well.
Maybe there would be someone soon.
Every day since Krampusnacht, I’d received a gift at my front door. If you could call it that. It was always a simple little box wrapped in matte black paper. Some days, it was coal, but other days it was chains, whips, handcuffs, collars, gags…
Maybe most people would be terrified to find torture instruments on their front door with no note, no mention of the sender, but I was fairly certain I knew who my mysterious benefactor was.
Krampus.
Each gift was a reminder that my punishment would soon continue. That he was watching, and he knew whether I was being naughty or nice. Spoiler alert: I was definitely not nice, and he knew that better than anyone. I went into so many clubs over the last few weeks trying to find anyone who could punish me just a fraction of what Krampus did at the festival, and each night they left me wanting.
But it was finally Christmas Eve, and I was mostly sure he would come for me (and I’d come for him). It’s just, I got a little excited setting up all his presents, displaying each gift laid out on a table. I set candles all around the house, put together all the more complicated rigs and secured them where necessary. When I finished and looked out at my display, I was so wet from thinking about what Krampus would do to me.
I should test it all out, I told myself. So, I worked my way through all the dildos and vibrators first, tested all the paddles, all the whips, and then decided, well, if I was going to be trying everything out, I needed to test the restraints too. I was a bit cum-drunk at that point and so I wasn’t thinking that clearly when I slipped the collar on, the harness next, and then the ankle cuffs, and finally had locked my hands in the restraints I’d drilled into the ceiling. All the other keys were close enough, but the one key I needed in order to release my hands to unlock anything else, well...
Yeah.
So now I was panting and sore, my arms were losing circulation, and I was waiting on a mythical punisher to show up and save me.
Oh god, would he be mad that I started without him? Maybe he wasn’t going to come after all, maybe he was angry that I’d pleasured myself instead of waiting for him. I’d ruined it, ruined my chance at the punishment of a lifetime.
I deserved to be tied up, all alone, freezing in the dark and the cold. The candles had gone out an hour ago. I stopped trying to reach for the key. It was pointless anyway. This was my punishment, hoisted by my own petard. The metal clinked against itself as I leaned back against the wall, resigned to my fate. I moaned at the sound, still turned on by the idea of my punishment.
I needed release so badly. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for friction. The chain connecting my collar to my ankle cuffs slipped between my legs and brushed against my clit. I cried out, bucking against nothing. If I could just get it lined up again, I could finally get off. My arms were so numb from hanging over me, but my body flushed with adrenaline at my newfound goal. I’d have release in one way soon enough. My skin tingled with anticipation, my heart beat so fast, knowing that I didn’t deserve to come with how much I’d misbehaved, and that knowledge only made me more desperate, greedier. The scraping of metal mixed with the wet sounds of my cunt sliding against the chain as it slipped between my legs brought me so close, I felt like I would burst.
And then the world went completely black. The temperature dropped so ice-cold, I got stuck to the metal like that kid in A Christmas Story. Except it wasn’t my tongue stuck to the metal. It was a much more vulnerable place. I screamed.
Fuck!
I stopped writhing in an instant. I had no desire to rip the skin off my aching cunt. My eyes opened to see two fiery red orbs staring back at me, and my breath left me.
He was here. I was so fucked.
His eyes narrowed as he held my gaze, his hot breath coming out in tempered puffs, as if he was holding himself back. Like fire behind a door, and if I opened it, the backdraft would lash out to consume everything.
“I deliver coal to all the naughty boys and girls the world over, and still you’re the worst of them,” Krampus finally spoke, his voice dark with promises of discipline.
A claw scraped up my vulnerable stomach, biting the skin.
“You never cease to surprise me.”
My hips rolled reflexively, and I yelped at the bite of pain where my flesh merged with the metal. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“One wonders what I’m meant to do if you’re so intent on punishing yourself, my Queen,” he said, dismissively.
“No, please! Stay!” I begged as he pulled back, afraid he was going to leave.
In an instant, he was too close, his hands pressed up on the wall behind me. I could feel his heat radiating against my skin.
“Did you think I gave you everything that night? That that was all I had in me?” he growled.
I wanted to lean into him, force him to press against me, but I was so terrified of ripping my most sensitive skin.
“Little Kendra, I’m so much worse than you can imagine.”
Chapter 2
His gaze raked across my body as he stayed pressed close to me, and then another clawed finger teased at the chain linked to my throat. He scratched down my chest, my breasts, my stomach, following the unforgiving metal to my core. It was so silent I was afraid to breathe, except for the gentle clink of the chains from the smallest motions.
“You look a little stuck,” he huffed.
“It’s too cold,” I whimpered.
He smirked, showing off the point of one of his razor-sharp teeth. Goosebumps shot out across my skin where I imagined him dragging them across.
“Why do you think that is?”
My stomach dropped as the realization hit that he had done this. “Oh. Oh no.”
He was watching the whole time, knew exactly how naughty I’d been, and when I was on the verge of climax, he must have frozen the air and bound me to the metal. “Please, how do I make it up to you? I—I’m sorry!”
“Sorry little girls don’t try to fuck their restraints. They don’t get themselves off without their master.”
I whimpered.
“You have quite the punishment ahead of you. There’s no one else to save you. You’re all mine, and I’ll discipline you until you’re truly sorry.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, my throat too dry to phonate.
“Louder, little one,” he growled.
I swallowed several times, trying to restore my voice. “Yes, Master! I understand!”
“Good girl.”
Shaky breaths escaped through my nose as he moved around me. Without the glow of his eyes, I couldn’t see what he was doing, could only feel the heat radiating off his skin, the occasional brush of his fur tickling against me. I heard the grind of metal, the turn of a lock.
He lowered my arms, still in the cuffs but no longer chained to the ceiling. I grit my teeth as the stabbing feel of needles pricked my skin, blood rushing back to fill my veins and capillaries.
“What would you have done if I didn’t show up? You were going to stand there, cold and aching for release, desperate to be free.”
He leaned forward, ran his nose along my cheek, the points of his teeth just barely grazing in its path.
“Poor little queen, you would have had to wait for someone to come by. Don’t worry, they would have. You forgot to close your curtains.”
My breath hitched. He licked along my throat and drew back. Those glowing red eyes illuminated his hand as he snapped. The candles were replenished in an instant, the light illuminating the fact that the curtains were absolutely open. I was on the second story, but anyone across the street could see me if they only looked up. The sound that left my throat was ungodly. I couldn’t stop imagining how I must have looked, desperate and trapped.
“So very naughty, my Queen.”
His words brought my attention back to him. He took my breath away. In the low light of the tent on Krampusnacht, I never got a proper look at him. And now, he seemed different. Bigger, more wild. Gone were the pants and shirt he wore in perhaps some effort to blend in among mortals. His chest was broad and expansive, he had a dark mane of erratic black curls that teased across his shoulders and down his back. His horns shot above, twisted and black like the rest of him. His black lips grew wide, showing off his predatory teeth.
That was the only warning I had before his calloused, thick fingers pressed between my legs, pulling me close against his fur-covered thighs.
“Hng—” I tried so hard not to move. The chain had warmed up just a bit, but there was still some of my flesh welded to the chain. His fingers slid easily along my slit, carefully avoiding the side that had frozen to the metal.
“What am I to do with you? You’re so wet just from thinking about someone watching you. Tsk, tsk, my Queen. You’re so easy.”
Another snap and the curtains closed.
“Please, Master,” I begged, wishing I could roll my hips into his hands, feel the sensation of him penetrating me.
Hot breath flared out across my neck as he dragged his teeth along it, lapping at the scrapes with his thick tongue.
“Please what? I can’t read your mind, sweet girl.”
I was going to faint from the tension. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he idly traced the entryway to my core.
“The chain—” I started.
“The chain…” he trailed off.
And then he tugged at it gently, sending pain shooting between my legs. I cried out, taken completely by surprise at the motion. In the wake of the pain, adrenaline surged through me, followed by a wash of relief and pleasure. The circulation was still returning to my fingers. He caught me in a torturous mix of sensations.
“You misbehaved, my Queen, and you know mischief warrants punishment. Did you really think I’d relieve you so soon?”
“But you will relieve me,” I laughed nervously at the implication.
He tugged at the chain again.
Wrong answer. I should have known. I didn’t know how to behave, but I longed to hear him call me good once again.
“Sorry, Master.”
“There’s so much to be sorry for, do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”
He tugged again, another spurt of pain. My core pulsed, aching.
“Is it just to pacify me?”
Another tug. I was going to die with his teasing.
“Yes!” I confessed. My hands fisted, my nails bit into my palms.
His other hand shot out and wrapped around my neck, holding me to the wall. I gasped, and as soon as I’d taken in air, he pressed just enough to cut my breathing off further. I shuddered and held still. Whatever he would do next, I would take gratefully. I deserved whatever he gave me.
“For your honesty,” he growled softly, sliding his knuckle along my slit. I bit my lip, trying to hold still. He pressed the knuckle in further, just barely penetrating me.
I missed his cock like it was air. I was overcome with the longing desperation of the last few weeks, of the lustful memory of being filled so completely.
I’d do anything to feel it again.
He pulled his fingers away and brought his hand to my chin. I could feel my wetness on his fingers. He tilted my head up at him.
“You had your fun. So now it’s my turn. You’ll have to catch me up before you deserve release.”
His fiery red eyes glowed with challenge. And then he stood to his full height. My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the sight of his broad chest, his hard abdomen, and most of all, the furry patch of hair that pillowed his gargantuan arousal. Impossibly, he seemed even bigger than he had on Krampusnacht. As I traced the veins along his shaft with my eyes, I couldn’t imagine him fitting now.
I looked up at him, eyes wide. He didn’t really expect me to fit his cock in my mouth, did he?
He grinned darkly.
“Open wide.”
Chapter 3
I licked my lips before parting them. Finally, I would get to taste him, even if I was terrified I’d break my jaw doing it. Only thing is, I’d have to be careful about how I moved because he still hadn’t heated me up enough to free me from the ice trap he’d put me in.
It’s just a good thing I didn’t have to bend at all. He stood at full height, and I swear he grew even taller just by willing it. His head brushed against the ceiling. He definitely didn’t look quite that large during Krampusnacht.
He wove his darkly clawed fingers through my hair, pulling at the strands hard enough to send bites of pain through my scalp. I let out a tiny whimper, trying to hold it back. He huffed lightly and pulled harder, making me cry out.
“That’s better,” he cooed.
My breath shook in anticipation. Slowly, he moved forward, his cock bobbing slightly with each step. It was entrancing, like a hypnotist with a watch. The tip leaked precum, shining in the candlelight. Another step and his cock head rested on my tongue. The contact sent ripples of fire through me, not just for the velvety feel of him on my tongue, but for the taste of him, dizzying like a hot toddy, warming me from the inside. I was frantic for more and shifted, gulped at him desperately.
And once again, my impatience met me with the chastening pain of the metal attached to my cunt, forcing me to move more carefully.
“You’re so greedy for me, my Queen. I thought you wanted to be good.”
“I do,” I tried to say with his cock still on my tongue. He smirked at me, amused by the ridiculous sound of my statement.
“Good girls take their time. But you were born to be bad.”
He wasn’t wrong. I only proved him right as I whimpered like a petulant child, trying to take him in deeper. He was so unbelievably big, overly filling me. My jaw strained to take him and my tongue took up too much space in my mouth.
“Is that all you can take?” he mocked.
I tried to shake my head and gulped, trying to suck him in deeper.
He yawned.
I was livid. How dare he! Even if he did it just to fuck with me, I wanted to teach him a lesson. I shifted my feet despite the pain to ground better against the floor and pushed myself to him. His eyes flew wide, simmering with fire as I took him in fully to the back of my throat. His cock strained against my uvula, pressed so far back he was choking me. He snapped, shifting fast and hard against me, rocking his hips into my mouth.
“Fuck you feel too good,” he groaned. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes as he pulsed into me. Like he couldn’t control himself. Fuck me, it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt, knowing he was loosing control because of me.
“Unngh!” he growled, forcing himself to stop and pull out. Saliva trailed off his tip, connecting him to my mouth. I cried out at the loss of him. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted to bring him to climax, stoke the flames within him so well he fell to his knees and lost himself completely. Trying to pull him back into my mouth, I stumbled forward.
Just as the chain pulled at my cunt, I felt his hand pull hard at my hair, forcing me to still. It hurt so bad, I thought he was going to rip off my head. He could have.
“Greedy little thing!” he shouted, not loosening his hold. I moaned, caught in the pain and pleasure of his grip. He had me completely at his mercy, in every way. It was too much to imagine I’d have him in mine. “Don’t forget, you’ll tear yourself to shreds if you move too much.”
“Yes, Master,” I blurted, my breath fast and shaky. I didn’t know what I was more afraid of, that he’d stop or how he would punish me even further. My sense of self-preservation was deserting me in pursuit of his pleasure. It squeezed my heart that he didn’t want me to hurt myself. I hadn’t fully considered what would happen to my cunt if I were free to run forward as I was driven to. A pang of longing hit me, realizing suddenly I wanted more of him. Was I stupid for wanting love from a punishing god? I pushed the thought to the back of my head.
Perhaps he sensed my thoughts shifting, because he tightened his grip in my hair, his nails biting into my scalp. He loosened in an instant, the moment over almost before it began.
He tilted my head up to face him.
“Greedy Queen, you’ll do what I ask of you or you’ll suffer for your disobedience. You’ll learn how to behave or else.”
The crinkle of his eyes on the “else” flooded me with fire. It excited him as much as it did me.
He could barely hide the rise of his lips.
“Or else?” I scoffed, taking the bait, knowing I’d only be getting myself into deeper shit with him. “What kind of a threat is that?”
He put a hand on the chain, and it warmed between my legs. I breathed a sigh of relief as the icy bond between the cold metal and my vulnerable lips melted. The metal was warm and unforgiving, and I couldn’t resist sliding my cunt across it now that I was free. The smoothness of the chain felt so good and within seconds, I ground against it. It felt warmer with each pulse, as if I was stoking a fire.
“Careful, my Queen, what did I say about getting greedy?” Krampus murmured, his red eyes raking over my body hungrily.
But I didn’t want to stop. I kept grinding against the metal until finally it got so hot it burned. A yelp escaped my throat as I flew back against the wall, away from the scorching iron.
“What the fuck was that?” I panted, rubbing my legs together to soothe the burn.
“You think you can get away with disobeying me. That there won’t be consequences. But I don’t even need to punish you by my own hand, little one. You’ll punish yourself if given the chance. Every time you disobeyed, the chain burned hotter. I was going to be nice, but you have work to do before you deserve it.”
He towered over me, raised himself to his full height. A frisson of fear surged through my body as I tried to guess at what he would do to me next. I thought all he could do was beat me, whip me, spank me, choke me... And I certainly grew wet at the thought of all that. But the Krampus I knew at the festival was a far less powerful being than the one who stood before me.
I was so, so, so fucked.
Chapter 4
“Every punishment, every lump of coal, every naughty little sacrifice I encounter on Christmas grows my power. I held back that night. I was good to you, my Queen. I hungered for you. Never have I encountered a soul so depraved as yours. I was elated.”
He drew his nails across my cheek, down my neck. My skin prickled in his wake, flaming with arousal and anticipation. My body didn’t know what to do with itself, caught between cold sweats and fiery flushes.
“Was?” I said, my voice hoarse. I gulped, a pitiful attempt to restore saliva to my mouth.
I might have fallen over if his hand hadn’t rested at my throat just then, because he started stroking his cock right in front of me. His hand pressed harder against my throat. The fur on his arm just barely grazed my nipples, pebbling them. His giant, onyx-black cock looked full to bursting. Veins pulsed with his blood. Nails just barely scraped the sides of his shaft as he pumped. And that sensuous tip pooled with precum. His abs twitched as he worked himself. This mythical punisher was jacking himself off to me, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.
“I’m sorry, Master, please, let me suck your cock,” I whimpered. This was absolute torture. I needed him inside me, whether it was my mouth, my vagina, or my ass. This torment was unbearable, having to watch as he pleasured himself. I wanted to be a part of it.
“I’m not sure I believe that,” Krampus laughed, stroking harder. “You tried to get yourself off by yourself. Why shouldn’t I do the same?”
His tail came around to tease at my leg for just a moment before wrapping around his own cock. My mouth may have been dry before, but now I was salivating at the image of him jerking himself off with his own tail. His hand, now free, joined the other at my throat. I couldn’t have been more vulnerable.
“Beg harder,” he growled when I said nothing.
My breasts rose and fell rapidly. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of his tail fucking him. I wondered what else that talented little appendage could do.
“Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you.”
He took his hands away, and I dropped to the floor. The carpet made for a soft landing. He still continued to stroke himself, a dark grin just barely peeking out from behind his razor-sharp teeth.
I clasped my hands together and fell forward completely, bowing before him.
“Whatever you want, Master, I want to give it to you.”
I peeked up from the carpet and my breath caught at the sight of his hooves, so powerful they could crush me. As my eyes trailed upwards, I saw the strange joints of his legs, the thick and matted fur that covered tense muscle. As he let out a huff, I returned my eyes to the floor. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to look at him. I wanted to so badly. I couldn’t get enough of how powerful and dominant he looked, how terrifying and unnatural he was, and how I found that utterly beautiful.
“Fine,” was all he said. So dismissive, it pained me. I needed to make it up to him, had to follow his orders to the letter. The time for misbehaving was past now. I needed his praise like I needed air.
He bent low, motioning for me to sit up. I did and as I sat back, he reached between my legs, pulling at the chain that connected my ankles to my collar, like it was nothing. It simply snapped within his grasp.
It was easy to forget, with how gentle he was with me, how powerful he was. How strong he was. I shuddered.
He rose, easily turning his back to me and walking forward without a word, still holding the chain that connected to my collar. His backside was gorgeous beyond reason. The way his shoulder-blades peeked out, the cut of his muscles and the way they rippled as he moved hypnotized me. As my eyes traveled lower, I lost my breath at the sight of his ass and that curious tail flicking behind.
“Follow, greedy one,” he laughed, tugging at the chain.
I fell forward onto my hands and knees so fast, I felt a twinge of pain in my wrist for landing wrong. The word irked me now, evidence of my inability to behave. I didn’t want to be greedy anymore. I could only move so much with my ankles and wrists still chained. The movement was awkward and degrading, yet I grew more aroused every second I followed him.
The stairs were the hardest part. He went slower, giving me time to follow him and still take caution. But he didn’t speak. His silence felt like a punishment when all I wanted was his praise. All my attention was on my hands and feet as I crawled forward, letting him guide me with the chain.
When a blast of frigid air blew in, I realized he’d opened the door.
It was snowing.
He couldn’t be serious. Did he really expect me to crawl outside in the literally freezing weather? I’d been bad, yes, but did I really deserve that? I hesitated, and the chain went taut.
He turned back to me slowly. Those red eyes looked me over questioning. He still refused to speak, waiting only for my obedience. With a whimper, I gave in and continued to crawl behind him.
It was so cold outside, I started shaking almost immediately. My hands and knees melted the snow as I crawled forward, leaving my skin wet and freezing.
“Please, Master, I can’t go on!” I begged, shaking harder than my strongest vibrator.
He dropped the chain and turned around slowly again. He snapped his fingers and suddenly the chains, the cuffs, every part of my restraints disappeared.
“Get up, little one, come here and I’ll warm you,” he said, his voice gentle and warm as hot cocoa.
I ran to him.
Chapter 5
He lifted me from the frost, ensnaring me against his torso with his powerful arms. My legs wrapped around his waist, stretching me wider than I had expected. I snuggled into his furry chest, trying to warm my cheeks against his impossibly warm skin. With my hands free, I couldn’t resist sinking them into the long, curly hair of his mane. It was soft and luxurious despite its chaotic look.
I was astride his incredibly thick cock between my legs. I felt as if I was sitting on a log. Could I really take him? He was so much larger than last time, so much more dangerous and powerful.
There would be time for that later. I was so overwhelmed by the closeness of him, the smell of leather and pine and campfire. I buried my face in his neck to get more of it, burrowing under his mane until I found skin.
And when I had found it, I couldn’t help licking it. I loved his neck. It was thick and corded with muscle, yet it felt strangely vulnerable compared to the rest of him. I grazed my lips across and when I couldn’t resist any longer, I bit at the thick skin. He bucked between my legs and growled.
“What did you promise?”
I backed away and stared at him innocently. “Was I not supposed to do that?”
He snarled an in an instant, I was over his knee as he sat back on his haunches. He held my front up by the throat. In another instant, his hand was on my ass, massaging it gently. The calm before the storm.
“You can’t behave for one second, you greedy little slut,” he chastised. He raked his nails across my back, hard. I couldn’t help wriggling from the flutters of pleasure it sent through me. He pressed harder, and I swear he broke skin, but my neurons were all crossed and it only deepened my pleasure.
“Yes!” I cried out. Whatever this was, I wanted it. I wanted everything. The closeness, the feeling of his matted hair below my stomach, the possessive grip of his hand at my neck, the pressure of his cock against my waist—it all felt perfect. I clung desperately to his knee, trying to push myself up as his grip tightened at my throat and breathing became more difficult.
“Please, Master, punish me for my insolence. I beg of you, I need it!”
He pulled the hand away from my back. My breath grew shaky in anticipation. Every second that passed felt like a millennium. I knew he would strike, but I didn’t know how hard and the anticipation worsened with every second he delayed.
Smack!
I bucked hard against his thigh, trapping his cock unintentionally at my hips. He growled at the sensation and ground against me. Another slap, and I cried out. He smacked me again, and again, each time causing me to writhe against him, and each time he fucked himself against my skin. I wanted so badly for him to be inside me, but I didn’t dare misbehave again. He would have to give in eventually.
My skin was raw when he finally stopped and massaged my ass, feeling the bruise he’d left behind and scratching against the tender flesh. I was sopping wet, which he discovered as his hand trailed lower and soon drenched itself in my arousal.
“Fuck if you’re not a wellspring of naughtiness,” he murmured. “You’re perfect, my little bratty Queen.”
I moaned at the praise. This is what I’d wanted all along. To hear his praise, and to deserve the title of being his Queen. I couldn’t be any other way, and it was clear from his words, he didn’t want me any other way either. I felt almost like I would cry from the press of emotions at my throat and core, but that he whipped me around so I was astride him again.
He plunged into me without the gentle care he’d taken that first night. It was as if my moan had unleashed something inside him and he thrust so powerfully, so greedily I felt transported to another world. There was no way this perfect beast was impaling me on his impossibly thick cock and it felt this good. I was full, both in heart and cunt, as he took his pleasure of me.
As we locked eyes, I realized the strange wailing I’d heard was my own. He grinned at me, his dangerous teeth glistening in the quiet glow of the night. As the pressure built, a hand sank into my hair and pulled tight. His tongue slithered out to tease my tits and clit and then slid along his cock to tease at my asshole. I spasmed as he began fucking my asshole with his tongue while his cock penetrated my vagina. That curious little tail stroked along my feet and bound them together behind his back, forcing me to take every inch of him as he continued pounding me hard. I came again and again as he held me there in the snow and the cold, fucking me in the pale light of the moon. And when finally he came, he fucked me again and again until Christmas was no longer.
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I was a gooey puddle of satiety when I heard the chime of midnight from inside, just before I fell asleep. We’d spent an entire day alternating between fucking and punishment. I’d never known bliss like what Krampus showed me.
And when I woke in the morning and he was gone, I knew I had to find him. I couldn’t wait another year.
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