Page 21 of Stalking Christmas

The lack of sleep and the constant fear have done a number on me, and my body and mind are utterly spent. Maybe a quick nap will help me regain my strength, so I can fight against this asshole when he returns. I have no doubt in my mind he will be back; he’s kidnapped me and brought me here for a reason. Could it be that he just wants to fuck me? Maybe this asshole is horrendous looking, and can’t get girls in the normal way, and has to capture women to feed his sick, perverse needs. An image of the hairy beast from‘Beauty and the Beast’enters my mind and makes me chuckle. Naw, that fucker was cute, but this guy must be hideous. The thought brings a moment of dismay that I’ve not only had this fucker inside of me once, but twice now. Ugh, fuck, maybe it’s better that he keeps his mask on.

As I’m about to drift off to sleep, a thought pops unbidden into my mind. His eyes were dark silvery-gray last night, not black like the first time in my room. Was that a trick of the light, or did I imagine it?

I drift off to sleep with images of monsters, each one more grotesque and frightening than the last. This monster made one mistake by taking me: he thinks he’s taken a helpless princess, when really I’m a warrior, and have no intention of not saving myself. Fuck him, he wants a fight, I’ll give him one.

Chapter 26

The Gift

Igroan as the sound ofJingle-fucking-bellsmakes my head feel like it’s going to explode. Why is this asshole playing this shit so loud when I’m trying to sleep? I go to turn over on the bed only to realize two things: one, I’m no longer on the luxurious bed with its buttery soft sheets, and two, all of my limbs are tied down to whatever padded surface I’m lying on. “WHAT THE FUCK, ASSHOLE!” I scream as I try yanking on my arms to no avail. A quick look in the direction of my wrist shows me it’s confined in a thick leather cuff, and attached to a wooden postprotruding from the surface I’m lying on. This fucker drugged me again,dammit. I shouldn’t have eaten the food.

The music suddenly lowers, and the pounding of my heart against my rib cage seems to intensify. “Naughty temptation, we really have to do something about that dirty mouth of yours. Maybe a hard cock lodged in your throat would fix it?” A husky, amused voice comments from somewhere behind my head, and apprehension races through my body. I attempt to strain my neck to get a glimpse of him, but the fucker has somehow locked down the stupid collar around my neck, preventing me from moving. “How ’bout I bite it fucking off, you psychopath?!”

“Tsk, tsk,my pet. I guess I’ll have to teach you some manners.“ The next thing I know, my shirt is being forcefully yanked over my face, and cold water is splashing over the surface, in what feels like a never-ending cascade. I spew as I get a mouthful of water, and it begins choking me as I attempt to cough and breathe at the same time, and more water ends up going up my nose.Jesus fucking Christ, this nut is trying to waterboard me!

I feel movement around me, as I try frantically to move my head the small amount I can, to dodge the water. A heavy weight lands on my lower abdomen as he straddles me, constricting my breathing further, and the water suddenly stops. “There she is, my sweet little temptation. Are you going to behave, or do I have to continue with my lessons?” The shirt is pulled back off my face, and my terrified eyes meet dark gray orbs behind a black skull mask. “We can either enjoy your time here, my pet, or we can waste the holidays with me having to train you to behave. You know you’re already on Santa’s naughty list.”

“You’re... insane,” I gasp as I spit water from my mouth, and it dribbles pitifully down my chin. A muffled, throaty laugh sounds from behind the mask as he lifts some of his weight from my stomach, and his bare hands go to the button of his pants. “True, but that fact only makes this more exciting, doesn’t it?” My eyeswiden as he pulls down his zipper and pulls out his long cock, and I get my first up-close look at what has been inside of me.

Holy fuck, he has a complete Jacob’s ladder along the length of his cock, and it’s girthy and long. No wonder I’m fucking sore, this asshole is the size of a gigantic fucking dildo. I watch as his huge, veiny hand wraps around the thick head and squeezes, before a shudder runs down his body and vibrates into mine, and he strokes himself from root to tip. “You see, temptation, here’s the thing. There is not much you can do to fight against my wants and needs. In fact, if you want to stay alive, I’d advise against trying my patience; I have very little of it.”

He shifts forward, straddling my chest, his meaty cock approaching my mouth, and his weight feels almost crushing. “Open up and be a good girl, and Santa will give you a treat.” He cackles as the tip of his cock brushes against my bottom lip. I force my lips to seal closed, using my teeth on the inside of my lips to keep them shut, despite my terror, and my eyes glare into his face through the mask. A sigh escapes him, and he pulls back, his cock releasing from his hand and bobbing on my chin and neck. “I see we’re going to have to do this the hard way. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to do the right thing, temptation.”

Water immediately begins to pour over my head, this time without the barrier of my t-shirt in the way, and a scream rips from me, forcing my mouth open. A ton of water pools inside, and I begin to suffocate as my lungs heave. He pulls back, the water disappearing again, as his hand goes to my throat and massages the column, as I force myself to swallow, and water gushes from my mouth and nose. I realize the fucker is humming the tune to‘Santa Baby’while doing all this psychotic shit to me.I’m going to die to Christmas music, how can this be my life right now? I don’t even enjoy the holidays.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” As much as I want to be defiant, I want to live more, and maybe playing along with thispsycho will give me the opportunity to escape, or kill him; either at this point would be preferable to being tied down and waiting to die. “Yesss,” I cough.

“Good, let’s try that again, shall we?” He fists his cock and pushes it against my lips, and I open them wide, allowing his meaty, stiff cock inside of my mouth. His musky, salty taste hits my tongue as his metal piercings glide across the surface, and his tip hits the back of my throat. His other hand rises, and he trails his fingers along my cheek in a gentle caress, before his thumb rubs against my upper lip, and my lips tightly close automatically around his cock.

“That’s it, my sweet, suck hard. Show me what a perfect slut you are.” He hums again to the tune as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, each time hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. My tongue slides against his piercings, as I loosen my throat and hollow my cheeks, taking him further down the tight column. Heat and desire surge through me at his naughty words and the feeling of him using me, and I can feel my core weeping with arousal. “You’re perfect, such agood girl. This mouth was made to swallow my cock,“ he groans, as a feeling of satisfaction bathes over me at his depraved praise. My whole body flushes hot and tingles. I can feel my nipples standing erect, with the need to have them stroked and twisted. My core feels empty without him inside of me, and a sickening truth fills me: I want this; what he’s doing to me is straight out of one of my darkest fantasies.

He pulls back, his cock slipping from inside of my mouth, as he stares down at me. His expression is unreadable because of the mask covering his face, and a desperate need to see his features overwhelms me, but I’m terrified to voice the request. I clear my sore throat, feeling the mixture of my drool, and his precum, on my lips and chin. His flint-colored eyes meet mine, and amoment of recollection strikes through me; where do I know those eyes from?

“Please, let me go,” my voice trembles as I croak the words. He rises off of me completely and squats down near my exposed pussy, his masked chin resting on my thigh, as his warm fingers trail up and down my leg gently, and the humming gets louder. “You have the prettiest, pink pussy I have ever seen.” His middle finger slips between my pussy lips, and plunges inside my tight hole, and stills as I squirm. “I think that’s not what you want, temptation. I think you’re speaking from a place of fear rather than pleasure. Let me fulfill all your fantasies. Let me show you how much bliss I can bring you.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to refute his words, but in the next second, he sinks a second and third finger inside my pussy and begins thrusting. “Look at how wet you are, my beauty, but it’s still not wet enough for what I have planned.” I hear rustling, then a cold liquid flows down on top of my vagina, and meets with his fingers inside of me. A fourth finger slides inside to join its mates as he stretches me, scissoring his fingers, and rubbing against a spot deep inside of my pussy that has my toes curling. “So close, baby girl, just one more to go.”

“No, no, no, please!” I beg, as pain and pleasure mix inside of me at how tight the fit is, and my body desperately wants to writhe against the surface that I’m lying on, but can’t due to the restraints. “OH MY GOD!” I scream, as I feel him push his thumb inside of me and thrust hard, stretching me impossibly wide until his whole hand is inside of my pussy, and rubbing against my walls. The pain is instant and sharp, but he brings his other hand down on my breast in a harsh slap, and it diverts my attention. His fingers tweak and twist my sore, hard nipple, adding more delicious sensation to the mix as he fists my pussy, slowly thrusting in and out of me, my body gushing and making it easier for him. I feel the beginnings of an orgasm racing alongmy skin, fire in its wake. “Please, please!” I beg, but I’m not sure if I’m asking for my freedom, for him to stop, or to make me cum… everything is a muddled mess inside of my mind.

His hand leaves my breasts and finds its way down to my clit. His thumb rubs hard circles on the throbbing surface, and my whole body tightens as his thrusts become wilder, losing some of their rhythm. “You look so beautiful right now with my fist deep inside of you. The only thing better would be to have my cock in your ass at the same time, temptation.”

Oh my God, no! There is no way my body can take that. He’s got to be wrist deep inside of me, with his large hand, and thick fingers, pressing against my sensitive walls. The stretch burns, but is pleasurable, as my body acclimatizes to his touch. I can feel my core tightening, the orgasm refusing to be waylaid, as it sizzles up my spine and all my limbs tense. Heat sizzles across my flesh, and I realize I’m making disturbing mewling sounds like an animal. He applies more pressure to my sensitive clit, and I explode with a guttural scream, my whole body shuddering uncontrollably against the surface he has me tied to.

He yanks his hand out from inside of me, my cum sliding down his digits, and in my post-coital state, I can’t follow his movements clearly. I feel the restraints on my ankles give way, and without warning, he climbs onto the surface I’m lying on, pushes my quaking legs to his shoulders, and drags his hard cock down my slick pussy lips before thrusting deep inside of me. “Fuck!” I scream as he thrusts without mercy, and the sound of skin slapping against skin is loud in the air, along with my panting breath. “So warm, fuck, I love being deep inside of you, temptation.”

He thrusts a few more times, then pulls back the wet tip of his cock, pushing against my puckered hole. “Sorry, baby, but this is going to hurt so good,” he grunts, as he forces his cock deep into my asshole, and I scream as tears slide down myface. Before I can even catch my breath, his thick fingers are back at my tight hole, and three of them are slipping inside of me, thrusting along in time with his thick cock inside my ass. “TOOOOO MUUCCCHHH!” I shout as I try to regain my staggered breathing.

“You can take it, my pet.” His masked face looks away from where he’s impaling me and stares at me, and in his dark orbs, I see pleasure but also madness. All the sensations coursing through my body overwhelm me all at once, as he loses himself to the pleasure, and his masked head tips back against his shoulders. His body tenses, shoulders going rigid, and his chest rises and falls rapidly as he unleashes himself on me, and takes his pleasure out on my body. I cum with a vicious, shrill scream once again, my breathing ragged and my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “You’re mine,” he growls and thrusts one last time, before slamming inside of me, and I can feel the warmth from his cum filling my ass.

He pulls out of me as I slowly regain my overstimulated senses. My head thrashes minutely against the surface I’m restrained against, and I get a glimpse of the space I’m in through my exhausted, slitted eyes. Its dark green walls look sinister, with shadows projected across the space. From the limited area that I can see, there is a wall across the room with various whips and canes against it, and that brings me trepidation that he’ll use those on me. His manly scent of sweat, musk, and something clean like pine, fills my nostrils as he leans in closer, his skull mask brushing against the surface of my face. “I will never let you go, temptation. As long as your heart beats, you will always be mine.”

Chapter 27

Santa

Her fatigued body lies limp against the padded bench I strapped her to, and I watch as she endeavors to look around my space. Her eyes widen dramatically as she glimpses all my whips, crops, floggers, and paddles against the wall. I have to bite my bottom lip to restrain my laughter. She doesn’t look excited to see all my favorite toys that I’ve prepared for us to enjoy over our Christmas holiday. A pained moan leaves her lips, and her face scrunches up in distress. I scramble further back on the bench, getting a good look at her swollen pussy and her ass, that’s dripping with my cum. I hunger for a taste of her,and I can’t stop myself from sliding off the bench to my knees, lifting my mask to my nose, and burying my mouth against her puckered hole. I lick and suck all of her juices, mixed with my cum, off of her asshole before plunging my tongue inside of her pussy. I can tell she’s sore, as she hisses at my intrusion and tries to flinch away from me. The rich taste of her pussy juices, my cum, and a hint of blood assaults my tastebuds. Fuck, I must have hurt her a little when I fisted her pussy. A part of me feels a sensation I’m unaccustomed to, and it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.Is that remorse that I’m feeling?

I pull back from her pussy, and watch as a lone crystal tear slides down her cheek, and disappears into her rich auburn hair. Is she crying because I hurt her, she’s scared, or due to the realization that she will die here, and never leave me? “You’re... a monster,” she gasps, her lips trembling as more tears pool against her hairline.

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