The Twelve Days of Christmas
Christine was a part time fetish model who worked in an adult shop. She was very
sexually active and enjoyed the occasional BDSM play. The shop was ideal for her
because she could dress the part and flirt with the customers as well as knowing
the products intimately. She could sometimes even pick up the occasional sex
partner.
It was late Christmas Eve and nearly time to close the shop and go home. She had
worn a tight, black leather corset and 6" high stiletto heels all day and was
looking forward to a rest. She was also looking forward to two weeks leave.
Andy, the shop owner, said that he would close the shop if she wanted to get off
a few minutes early. She gave him a kiss, pulled her long coat about herself and
left. It was cold outside but she only had a fifteen-minute walk to her
apartment.
She was nearly home when a van pulled up just in front of here. The sign on the
van said something about Xmas decorations. She ignored it and walked past.
"Excuse me Miss." Shouted a voice from the van. "Can you tell me where Miller
Street is?"
Christine turned around and saw a clean-cut young man leaning out of the window
with a book in his hand. She stopped.
"Miller Street?" she replied. "Down the other end of the main road on your
right. Turn right at the traffic lights, then I think it's a couple of streets
down on the left."
"Thanks. Sorry, I'm new around here, can you just point it out on the map
please." He asked politely.
Christine sighed; she just wanted to get home and into the warmth. She walked
the few yards back to the van and began to look at the map. She had to turn with
her back to the van to see the map properly.
"There it is." She said, pointing to the street.
"Ah, yes. Thanks Miss." Said the young man.
"You're welcome." Replied Christine, as she was just about to walk off.
Suddenly something soft covered her nose and mouth and she was pulled back
towards the van. She struggled for a few seconds and that was the last she
remembered.
When she woke up, she found herself lying on a leather couch looking out across
a large room. It was an old fashioned room with very tall ceilings, polished
wooden furniture, large leather chairs and another leather couch. Obviously
owned by very wealthy people. Christine tried to sit up and instantly found out
that she couldn't. Not only were her arms bound behind her back but also her
body would not bend. As she returned to full consciousness, she realised that
her arms had been bound together in a single glove. She had worn one of these
before and knew full well how restricting they were. Even so, she tried to bend
her waist to sit up but soon realised that was impossible; surely her corset
wasn't that stiff.
"Ah, she's awake." Said a voice behind her.
She heard the sound of people walking around the couch. As she looked about,
three men and a woman came into view.
"Merry Christmas, Christine." Said one of the men. "Welcome to our house. I hope
you enjoy your stay."
Christine's eyes darted back and forth looking at each of them.
"What do you mean? Who are you? What have you done to me?" She cried.
"You're our Christmas Angel." Replied one of the other men. "I thought you knew.
Didn't the decorator tell you?"
"Tell me what?" cried Christine in fear.
"Oh, she doesn't know." Smiled the woman as she stroked Christine's long blonde
hair. "How delicious. What a surprise we have for you Angel."
Christine was becoming really frightened now, not knowing what was going on. Two
of the men swung her around and pulled her to a sitting position, and then they
took her by the shoulders and lifted her to a standing position. As they lifted
her up, Christine became acutely aware of what they had done to her while she
was unconscious. Her black corset had been removed and replaced with another
one. This corset was made from pink satin and heavily boned with steel bones. It
was absolutely rigid from breast to hip. Her large heavy breasts lay naked on a
heavily padded and underwired quarter cup tray that thrust them out in front of
her. She felt stockings attached to her corset and her feet had been forced into
ballet-toed shoes. Looking down past her tits she could see the matching pink
satin shoes with narrow pointed toes and what must have been 10" high stiletto
heels. Without help she would have been unable to stand by herself.
"Come with us Christine." They said as they helped her walk to the far corner of
the room.
Humiliated and helpless she could do nothing but follow. About ten feet from the
corner, they lowered her down so that she could kneel on the carpet. Right in
front of her was a tall steel pole about eight feet high. It was several inches
in diameter, painted brown and securely bolted to the floor.
Christine's gaze wandered up the pole. Halfway up was what looked like a small
footrest. Right at the top was a small leather saddle, barely a few inches long
and looked like a cut down version of one from a racing bicycle. Out of the top
of the saddle, to Christine's horror, rose two huge dildos; each one must have
been 8" long and 2" in diameter.
"You can't…you don't mean to…" stammered Christine in horror.
"Oh yes we do my little angel." Whispered the woman in Christine's ear as her
long nailed fingers caressed Christine's tits. "You're our very own Christmas
tree angel and you're going to look very pretty for us.
Christine burst into tears. "Let me go, please. You can't, you can't do this to
me."
"Yes we can slut." Yelled the woman as she took hold of Christine's nipples and
pulled them out from her body, pulling up her heavy breasts and shaking them.
Christine cried out in pain as her tender nipples were stretched but the woman
took no notice and kept squeezing and pulling them.
"Put that neck corset on the slut so she can't wriggle around." Ordered the
woman as she kept pulling and stretching Christine's nipples.
Christine yelled out partly in pain and partly in pleasure as the woman
continued to squeeze her nipples. One of the men wrapped a matching pink satin
neck corset around Christine's neck and began to lace it tight at the back. This
corset too was steel boned and within minutes, Christine's neck was stretched
and held completely rigid with her head tilted up at what they called a
"lady-like" angle. The back of the neck corset was then fastened to the back of
her corset so that Christine was unable to move her head in any direction.
Now that Christine was absolutely helpless, the woman knelt next of her.
"Let me explain as few things to you slut." She began. "It's Christmas Eve and
we have to finish decorating the tree tonight. Of course, as you know, the
Christmas tree stays up for twelve days and since you're going to be our angel,
you're going to be mounted on that tree for the next twelve days."
Christine was shocked and terrified and desperately wishing that she would wake
up from this nightmare.
"We're not thoughtless and this is Christmas so we have a present for you. If
you look on top of the pole, you'll see two dildos waiting for you, one for your
cunt and one for your arse. Since you're going to be mounted for twelve days, we
have to look after your natural functions. So, the dildo up your arse will also
give you enemas on a regular basis to clean you out. The one up your cunt also
has a catheter attachment so you won't have to worry about peeing." She
continued, gloating over everything she said. "Of course the dildos can also
vibrate and have a few other little niceties too.
Christine felt as if she was going to faint.
"All right." Said the woman. "Let's mount the Angel."
The men all laughed as they stepped forward to haul Christine to her feet.
Once standing, the woman held up Christine while the men put some stepladders
next to the pole.
"Have you ever been fucked in the arse slut?" asked the woman.
"No, of course not." cried Christine.
"In that case we better prepare you." She said smiling.
"What do you mean?" Cried Christine.
As she was speaking, a pair of hands grasped her head and jaws from behind and
held her mouth open. Christine was helpless as the woman forced a large O-ring
gag into her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. The 2" diameter
O-ring held Christine's mouth obscenely wide open.
"Bring her into the bathroom." Ordered the woman. "At least she'll be quiet
now."
Christine was bodily lifted up by two men and carried out of the room and into
an adjoining bathroom. She was then placed on a floor mat and forced forward so
that her hips were thrust up into the air. Christine felt someone's fingers rub
a cool lubricant around her arsehole and then she felt the finger force its way
inside her. Next she felt something penetrate her anus. Once inside it swelled
up as someone pumped up the bladder.
"Now for your enema slut." Laughed the woman. "We want you clean to start with.
Christine felt the warm liquid start to fill her. She had no idea how much they
were putting in but she soon felt as if she was going to burst. Finally they
lifted her up and placed her on the toilet. When they deflated the bladder, the
force of the liquid inside blew out the enema tube and she emptied herself. They
cleaned her out three more times before she was considered clean enough.
Christine wanted to scream but with her mouth forced open with the O-ring, not
much sound came out. Finally they washed her and then lubricated her arsehole
before rolling her on her back.
"Hold her open." Said the woman as she sat down between Christine's legs. "Have
you ever had another woman in here?" she asked as she started to put her
lubricated fingers into Christine's vagina. "How do you like my fingers up your
cunt?"
With her legs spread wide for everyone to see her, Christine was humiliated
beyond belief and just wanted to scream but the expert manipulations of this
woman soon overcame that desire. No matter how Christine felt about the total
humiliation that had happened to her, she could not stop herself from becoming
aroused. The woman kept lubricating her cunt and caressing her clitoris like
nothing else and soon, despite the total humiliation, she found herself rushing
towards an orgasm. Of course the woman was an expert and she knew exactly when
to stop leaving Christine in a state of total frustration and humiliation.
"That's enough for now slut." She said enjoying every moment of Christine's
torment. "It's time to get you mounted."
Christine was lifted to her feet and marched back to the room with the pole. By
the time that she stood in front of the pole, her feet had gone numb from
standing and walking in the tight ballet toed shoes. The rigid, encasing corset
and neck corset restricted her breathing to almost nothing and she felt as if
she was going to faint again. There was no resistance left in her as she stood
waiting to be mounted.
A rope was lowered from a pulley on the ceiling and attached to the back of her
corset then she was lifted a few inches off the ground and left swinging around.
"We can't waste a good fuck." Said one of the men as he opened his pants and
pulled out his cock."
"It's all you ever think about isn't it?" replied the woman smiling back at him.
"And what do you think about?" he replied.
"Oh alright, fuck the slut then." She said. "I'll go and get the decorations."
The woman turned and left the room, leaving Christine at the mercy of the three
men. By now all three of them had stripped naked and were crowding around her
suspended body.
Christine tried to scream out but only a slight gurgle came out of her open
mouth. She felt them grab her legs from behind and pulled them wide apart
leaving her totally exposed. Suddenly she felt a cock up against her cunt and
then, without any warning it was thrust deep inside her. If it wasn't for the
lubricant, Christine was sure that she would have been ripped open as the huge
cock plunged deep inside her. Then without a break the man began raping her,
pumping his cock in and out of her cunt making sure that he penetrated her as
fully as he could. Christine had never been so brutally assaulted and she was
powerless to do anything to stop them. After five minutes of incessant rape,
they swapped and another man began raping her. When the third man had raped her,
she heard one of them say, "Let's fuck her arse now."
Christine had no time to even think about it. Suddenly the rapist pulled his
cock out of her cunt, put it up against her arsehole and began forcing himself
inside her. The pain of his brutal entry made Christine want to scream out. She
felt the pressure of his cock against her tight hole, and then he grabbed her
hips and pulled. The feeling and pain of his huge cock forcing her tight hole
open was like nothing she had felt before. As soon as his cock head had opened
her, he forced his long shaft deep inside her, slamming his body up against
hers. Her arsehole felt as if it had been split wide open as he continued his
relentless pumping.
After a few minutes of being sodomised, Christine's mind went blank as she
endured the constant raping of her body. Each man in turn raped and sodomised
her until her mind went numb. For another twenty minutes, they all took turns
raping her until they finally reached their orgasm and filled both her cunt and
her arse with cum.
When the woman returned with the decorations, she just sat in a chair
masturbating while she watched them rape Christine.
"All right, now let's get her mounted." Said the woman after the rape had
finished.
Christine was only half conscious as they finally lifted her up to mount her
body on the pole. They guided her swinging body until she was directly above the
two huge dildos. Then they slowly lowered her body and guided the two dildos
into her cunt and her arsehole. Both holes were well lubricated and the dildos
entered her with ease. Christine was barely aware of the woman putting the
catheter into her before they finally lowered her onto the narrow saddle with
the dildos fully impaled inside her.
They lifted her feet onto the small footrest that was only just large enough to
contain her pointed toes. There was a small hole in the very tip of each shoe so
that a locking pin could be inserted; this made sure that she could not remove
her feet from the footrest. If she stood up on her toes, she would only be able
to lift herself about an inch off the saddle. Between the locking pins in her
ballet-toed shoes and two dildos deep inside her, Christine was very effectively
locked in place on top of the pole.
"One last thing to do before we decorate her." Said the woman as she climbed the
ladder to be level with Christine's cunt.
Attached to the dildo in her cunt was a special clit vibrator. Not only could
they control the vibration but the device could also deliver electric
stimulation, as could the two dildos. The woman reached out and attached it to
Christine's clit. The stimulation aroused Christine regardless of her position
and humiliation.
"Now let's decorate the tree." Said the woman smiling at her handiwork.
While the men attached the branches, lights and decorations to the pole to turn
it into a Christmas tree, the woman began to decorate Christine. She began with
a Fairy Gown of shimmering satin and sparkling organza. Woven into the gown were
hundreds of sparkling rhinestone jewels and tiny fairy lights. The wiring for
the lights was plugged into a socket on top of the pole. Of course with her arms
bound behind her in a single glove, there were no sleeves required but the woman
attached a pair of angel wings to the glove before lacing the back of the gown
closed. The ornately jewelled bodice left Christine's large tits lying
completely naked on top of her quarter cup tray.
Christine, completely immobile, could do nothing as the woman continued to
decorate and humiliate her. She applied thick, heavy theatrical makeup to
Christine's face with huge long eyelashes and makeup that made her look like a
porcelain doll slut. Her black-rimmed eyes were heavily made up with silver
glitter and rhinestones. In the corners of each eye a small fairy light was
glued in place and the fine wires taken behind her head to be connected to a
socket at the back of her gown. Special attention was given to her lips making
them look wet, shiny and inviting around her O-ring gag.
The woman coiffed Christine's hair into a teased out bouffant style threaded
with rhinestone jewels, more fairy lights and a huge sparkling rhinestone tiara.
Christine was then fitted with a wide sparkling rhinestone choker necklace that
covered most of her neck corset and a pair of 8" long and very heavy sparkling
rhinestone earrings.
Lastly the woman held up what looked like another pair of earrings; both were 8"
long and made from sparkling rhinestones.
"You'll love these little jewels slut." Said the woman as she pulled out some
small wires from the edge of the gown.
Each jewel was tightly attached to Christine's nipples with a screw down clamp.
The woman stretched each nipple in turn, put the clamp on and screwed it down
tightly onto her nipple. Then she fastened the small wires to each clamp. As she
finished each attachment, the woman deliberately let go of the jewels.
Christine yelled out in her mind as the jewels fell and pulled down on her
tormented nipples. Although they looked like a pair of earrings from the front,
at the back of each one there was a vibrator and heavy lead weights attached. Of
course the wires not only powered the vibrators but could also deliver electric
stimulation to each nipple as well.
The woman made a few finishing touches to Christine's makeup, jewellery and
lights and then climbed down from the ladder to help the men finish decorating
the tree. It took about another hour to finish putting all the lights and
decorations on the tree. By this time Christine was beginning to wonder if she
could take any more of this. She could relieve the pressure of the two dildos a
bit by standing up on her pointed toes but the inch of movement only took the
pressure of the saddle off her crotch. Her jaws ached from the O-ring and her
ears ached from the weight of the earrings. With every movement of her body or
the tree, the heavy weights on her nipple clamps caused them to swing about,
cruelly pulling on her tortured nipples. She didn't know what was worse the
stretching of her nipples or the arousal it gave her.
Despite her best efforts, the things that had been done to her were causing her
immense sexual arousal that was overcoming any humiliation and degradation that
she felt.
Finally the decorating was complete and the four of them stepped back to look at
their creation.
"Go on." Urged one of the men to the woman. "Turn the lights on."
The woman walked over to a table at one side of the tree and switched on the
display. The tree and Christine immediately lit up and began a rhythmic cycle as
the lights began to flash in their programmed cycle.
"It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful." The woman yelled in delight as she
surveyed her masterpiece. "Just look at our angel."
"Yes, you've done well this year." Replied one of the men.
"Better than last year." Said another.
Mounted on top of the Christmas tree, Christine could hear them talking. Now
that the lights were on and flashing, everything was very bright but the four
tiny lights glued at the corners of her eyes, although not blinding, made it
almost impossible to see anything. The hundreds of lights on her gown, in her
hair and on her wings literally lit her up like a Christmas tree. She almost
laughed at the irony of her own thought; after all, she was part of the tree.
"Go on, give her a treat." Christine heard one of the men say.
"No, it's not Christmas day yet." Replied the woman.
"Oh go on." Said another. "She's a Christmas angel, give her a thrill."
Christine listened as they talked about her like a doll to be played with.
"Alright." Said the woman. "Only if you all fuck me now and when I cum we switch
her off."
"Agreed." They all echoed.
The woman walked over to the control box next to the tree, made a few
adjustments and pressed the "on" switch.
Christine wasn't sure what happened next except that she lost complete control
of her body. The vibrators on each nipple clamp started up and within a couple
of seconds her heavy nipple jewellery was swaying and bouncing around pulling he
nipples relentlessly. Then a series of electric pulses began surging through her
nipples. The shock caused her to draw in breath causing her tits to wobble and
bounce. This made her heavy nipple clamps pull even more on her nipples. The
arousal caused by the vibrators and the weights went all the way to her crotch.
Just then the vibrators started in her anal and cunt dildos. Not only did they
start vibrating but also they started moving about inside her as if she was
being raped again. Within a few seconds electric pulses were applied to each
dildo causing her muscles to contract in patterns that heightened the erotic
movement of the dildos. Finally the clit vibrator started, soon followed by an
erotic, pulsing electric stimulus that passed through her clit.
The massive level of stimulation was far too much for Christine to handle. Her
cunt juices were flowing freely and she could feel herself plunging towards
orgasm. Never in her life had she cum this fast. Not only were the dildos raping
her, but also she found herself pumping herself up and down on the dildos even
though she could only move up and down by an inch. Her heavy breathing,
restricted by the steel boned corset, caused her to throw her tits about even
more. Everything that she did caused her more pain and more pleasure. It seemed
to be en endless cycle that she was powerless to stop.
When Christine reached her orgasm, it was like nothing she had ever experienced
before. The humiliation, the degradation, the bondage and the stimulation drove
her over the edge into an abyss of unparallel sexual pleasure. There was no
sensation of time, only pleasure as every nerve seemed pushed to its limit. She
tried to scream in pleasure and pain but only a muted gurgling sound came out of
her open mouth.
Meanwhile, on the carpet beneath the tree, the three men serviced the woman in
every hole. She knew that she could hold off her orgasm for a long while. On her
knees with one cock up her arse and one up her cunt, she looked up at the
helpless Christmas angel while she sucked on another cock. Christmas was a time
of giving and she would give this angel heavenly gifts while she watched and
enjoyed her own.
Christine finally slipped into a semi conscious state of ecstasy from the
pleasure and the pain. She had no idea of what the next twelve days might bring.
