Dear reader, this story is an alternative version of my previous story, saved by Santa. You should read that one too and let me know which you prefer.****
"Fucking shitheads!" Stacy yelled at the phone as the person on the other end hung up.
She shivered in the cold, trying to figure out where everything had gone so wrong. It probably started when her asshole ex skipped out without paying for his share of the rent, or having taken care of the bills he was supposed to pay. That left her short on cash, which meant that when her car broke down, she wasn't able to get it fixed. Which in turn left her trying to rely on public transportation to get halfway across the country in order to surprise her parents by being home for the holidays.
Having been strapped for cash before, she had done the trip this way multiple times since moving away from her parents for college. The worst part always was one specific transfer, which if you caught it wrong, left you sitting for hours in the middle of nowhere. Knowing this, she had made her plans with ample time to make it, preferring to get there an hour early and not miss it, then to need to wait half a day.
She had gotten off the previous bus perfectly on schedule, slightly cold, pulling her coat around herself as she watched the small snowflakes falling. Living in a warmer part of the country, her jacket was barely enough to keep her warm, with most of her warm clothing being by her parents for when she visited. She had gathered her things, and found a spot out of the wind where she could wait. And wait she did, watching, getting colder as the snowfall started to get heavier.
When the next bus didn't show up at the scheduled time, she assumed that it was running late due to the snow. After an hour, she called the bus company and was told the due to the weather, the bus was running late, but it was on it's way. After another hour, at which point she was freezing, she called again. This time they told her that the line was cancelled due to the weather. When she asked what she was supposed to do, they said that they were sorry for any inconveniences and hung up.
After a few minutes, Stacy's anger started to cool, and in it's place came the anxiety. What could she do? Based on the way the weather looked, it was just going to keep getting colder, and she was likely to freeze to death, especially given the lack of appropriate clothing. And even if the cold didn't get her, she had no food with her. To top it off, the battery on her phone was just about dead.
She opened her suitcase to look through what she had brought to see if there was anything she could layer to try to get warmer. she pulled out t-shirts, pantyhose, leggings, socks, and a sweatshirt, setting them on top of her bag. She looked around desperately, even knowing that there was nothing nearby, hoping to find a place to change. Seeing nothing, and having no choice, she crouched on the bench of the small bus stop. Trying to move as quickly as she could, she took off her jacket and pulled the sweater that she was wearing over her head.
The biting cold sent goosebumps across her ample chest and caused her nipples to harden even more against the black lace of her bra. She pulled on both t-shirts before replacing the sweater and then struggled into the sweatshirt, pulling the hood up, before shoving her hands back into the jacket.
Zipping up the jacket over the mound of clothing that she had just put on, Stacy realized that she probably would have started with her bottom half, as now her movements were inhibited by the tight players of clothing. Sighing, she pulled the jacket back off and psyched herself up to move onto the next step.
Still on the bench, she opened her boots at far as they would go, and undid her pants. Pulling them down, she got one leg out fine, but when she went to pull the other foot out of her boot, she overbalanced and fell backwards onto the bench. Wearing a thong to match her bra meant that her ass had no protection from the freezing cold and wet bench. She quickly scrambled to get hands and knees, with her effectively naked ass in the air.
She started to cry, but realized that she needed to move quickly. Gingerly she removed one sock at a time, replacing it with the pantyhose. She pulled on the leggings as well before replacing her pants, two pairs of socks, and then her boots.
Finishing with that, she pulled back on her jacket, and then shoved her hands into another two socks each. She pulled another t-shirt over her head to use as a scarf. At this point she could barely move, but she was a bit warmer.
Stacy huddled on the bench for another hour, watching the snow fall, a feeling of despair washing over her. Eventually, she decided that just sitting and waiting to freeze was stupid. She got up, grabbed her bag, and started trudging through the snow, hoping she was going in the correct direction. Between the snow and the multiple layers, it was slow going. She couldn't tell how much progress she was making and between the falling snow and what she was walking through, she could tell that her out layers were starting to get wet.
After what felt like forever as it was starting to get dark, Stacy saw lights shining through the snow. With the first hints of hope, she felt a surge of energy and headed towards the lights with more speed than she had been moving previously. As she approached, she heard the sound of an engine roaring, as the shape of a large pickup truck with a plow blade on the front appeared out of the snow, moving slowly. She hurried over, yelling and waving her arms. The driver must have noticed her, because the truck stopped. As she approached the drivers window cracked open and she heard a man's voice call or from the inside.
"What are you doing out in this weather. Get inside the truck before you freeze to death."
She hurried around to the other side and excitedly opened the door, a blast of warm air hitting her in the face. She climbed into the car and slammed the door behind her, reveling in the warmth of the cabin.
"Now that you're inside, do you want to tell me what you were thinking?" the driver asked.
Stacy looked over at her savior for the first time. He looked like a well built older man, with a long while beard, wearing a light blue t-shirt and jeans.
"If he was wearing a red robe and driving a sleigh he could pass for Santa," she thought to herself.
Realizing that she still hadn't answered, she quickly began to tell her story.
"My ex ran out in me owing me money, so I couldn't get my car fixed. I was talking the bus home to surprise my parents for the holiday, got off nearby, but the next bus never came. Eventually the company said that it wasn't coming. I wasn't dressed to be out in a snow storm, so I had to get undressed and redressed outside, and I fell over while doing it, freezing my ass. I eventually decided that walking was better than sitting waiting to freeze, and then you saved me. I'm so glad that I can't across you, I really thought that I was going to die or in the snow."
She hadn't meant to share as much as she did, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the words started to tumblr out.
"Well," said the drive, "While I'm sorry to hear about your troubles, I'm glad I could help you out. It's going to take is a bit to get where we are going, especially in this weather. Why don't you relax a bit, now that you are safe."
"Thanks."
Stacy settled into the seat, enjoying the warmth, as the driver started up again. She had no idea who this person was, or where she was going, but at this point, anywhere out of the snow was better than the alternative. She pulled her hands out of her sock gives and held them in front of the got she blowing from the vents. It wasn't long before her many layers began to get too hot in the warmth of the truck.
"Do you mind if I take off my jacket?" she asked.
"Go for it. Get comfortable. Like I said, we have a bit of a drive."
She unzipped her jacket and pulled her arms out.
Before she could decide what to do with it, the driver said, "Just toss it in the back. You can shove your bags there as well. No need to have them shoved at your feet."
She twisted to put her things into the back seat. While she was twisted to put things back she didn't notice the driver flick on the heated seat and turn up the temperature in her side just a bit. What she did notice was a red suit folded in the back seat.
"Are you Santa?" she asked, feeling like an idiot as she did.
The driver chuckled.
"Kinda. I volunteer as a Santa at schools and hospitals. My name is Chris, by the way."
The truth was was while Chris was indifferent about kids, he was good at dealing with them. But the real reason that he volunteered as Santa was that there were always plenty of women, teachers, nurses, and mothers, who also wanted to sit in Santa's lap and quite often wanted to do more than just sit. He got more pussy in the holiday season than he did the entire rest of the year.
"Sorry. I'm Stacy. It's so cool that you do that."
"I feel like it's my way to give back to the community," he said, giving her the same line he used over and over when a nervous young mother was debating dropping her pants. They all fell for it, and everyone got what they wanted.
Still overheating, Stacy pulled off her t-shirt scarf and sweatshirt. They too went into the back and one again, she Chris upped the temperature on her side of the truck. With the heat still building, she debated what to do about her legs for a while, but having sweat pooling between her thighs eventually got to her.
She pulled off her boots and the extra socks before saying, "This is a little weird, but do you mind if I take my pants off? They are still wet. I mean, I'm wearing leggings underneath, it's not like I'm going to be naked."
She suddenly blushed, feeling embarrassed. He chuckled in response.
"Go right ahead, take off whatever you need."
Still blushing, Stacy undid her belt and went to pull them down. Given the tightness of the layers, she tried to be careful, but ended up pulling down everything at first, exposing her crotch before she managed to get her under layers back up. Chris got an eyefull of her hairless slit, but pretended to not have seen anything. She got them down the rest of the way without further incident, putting them into the back with the rest of her stuff. After a moments debate, her sweater joined everything else, along with one of her t-shirts, which exposed her tight stomach and the bottom of her bra when she pulled it off, and she finally settled comfortably into the seat.
Now comfortable and safe from the weather, she quickly found herself exhausted and passing out. Chris looked at the sleeping girl and couldn't believe his luck. The storm that had blown in was supposed to last a couple of days. He planned on using that time to the fullest extent. It had been a while since he had this kind of opportunity.
When he got to his house he tried to wake her, but she was down deep, so he carried her inside. He put her on the couch and started to strip her down. Knowing the dangers of being out in the cold, he checked her for frostbite. Satisfied that she wasn't in any danger, he took a bunch of pictures of her sleeping naked form. After that he gathered all of her things and took them to the other room. All of her clothing he put to be washed. her phone he hooked up to his computer and started going through it. His job as a cyber investigator meant that he was good at it and in short order had dug up plenty of information about her. He found no communication with anyone about where she was going and he also found some pictures of her that she had obviously sent to the ex she had mentioned. Based on the pictures, the next couple of days were going to be a lot of fun.
Stacy woke up and time later and found herself on a couch, covered in a sheet, completely naked. Looking around she saw that it was a pretty simple room, with a large fireplace that currently had a decent fire going in it. She glanced around for her stuff, but didn't see anything.
"It's about time you woke up", said Chris from behind her, startling her a bit. "I was beginning to get worried."
"Sorry I passed out like that. Um, what happened to my clothing?" she asked pulling the sheet tight against herself.
"After being out in the cold like that, especially since you passed out, I needed to check you for frostbite. I tried to wake you, but you were down deep. I did my best to be a gentleman, but I had to make sure you weren't hurt. Your clothes were all wet, so I put them to be washed."
Stacy felt a strange warmth spreading through her body at the thought of Chris going over her body inch by inch.
"I appreciate you taking care of me."
"No problem. Can I get you anything to eat, it's just about dinner time?" he asked heading to the kitchen.
"Sure," she replied. "But I don't exactly have anything to wear."
"So don't wear anything, it's not like I haven't seen it all already."
Stacy blushed. Gathering the sheet around herself in an attempt to be somewhat covered, she followed him into the kitchen, suddenly realizing that she was starving.
"Have you lived here for a while?" she asked.
"Yeah. I like my privacy, so being a bit removed is nice."
He set a plate of food before her, and another across the table for himself. Stacy looked at the plate for a moment, trying to figure out how to eat while still staying covered by her sheet. She looked up at Chris who seemed to be paying more attention to his plate than to her. She quickly came to the conclusion that her hunger was more important than her modesty, and he had already seen her naked any way.
Taking a deep breath, she let the sheet fall to her lap and started to eat. The food was surprisingly good, and she only looked up from her plate when she had polished off everything she had been served. When she finally wiped up the last bits with the last bit of bread, she looked to to find Chris watching her.
"I see you were hungry," he said, causing her to blush, which he thought looked cute as it spread down her chest.
"It was good. Than you."
"I'm glad. It's always nice to have a break with a pretty woman, especially one that suits at my table naked."
She blushed again.
"You said that my clothes shoulf be dry soon?"
"The things that I could put in the dryer, yes. The rest? Well given that the blizzard is supposed to last a couple of days, they should dry before you can leave."
"A couple of days?" she asked in dismay.
"Yup."
"I'm sorry for infringing. I don't have so much money, but will you let me give you something for putting me up like this?"
Chris got up from the table and headed to a shelf where he had stored something earlier.
"The thought did occur to me. But I don't really think that you could put a price on my having saved your life, even beyond my putting you up for a couple of days."
He placed a collar on the the table before her.
"I think that instead of money, which anyways you said you don't have much of, you should give yourself to me for the next few days."
Stacy looked up at him in shock. What had happened to the Santa who volunteered in schools and hospitals? Who had saved her life?
Chris could see that she was going to say no, so he pushed the issue. He moved over to the door to the back and opened it, letting in a blast of cold air.
"You can always leave instead," he replied, waving a hand towards the open door.
She shivered as the cold air hit her body.
"But I'd die," she cried out, almost in tears, hating how childish she sounded.
Chris shrugged.
"It's your choice. If you are staying, then you need to pay for it. If not, you are free to leave."
She shakily reached a hand for the collar and picked it up. He closed the door and watched with a smile on his face as she wrapped it around her neck and buckled it closed.
"Why don't you get started by coming over here and getting on your knees. Judging by the pictures I found on your phone, you have plenty of practice."
Stacy felt a wave of panic rush over her. Her ex had conceived her to take pictures of herself in a variety of places in various stages of undress. He also liked to take pictures while they were having sex. Her condition to giving into his desire for pictures was that they were only on her phone, and if she sent him any on snapchat, he couldn't save them. His favorite thing to take pictures of were her sucking his cock, so there were a lot of them. Her biggest worry was that if the pictures got out, some of them could get her fired for workplace misconduct.
Chris, thinking that she was having second thoughts about their fresh said, "If you doing want to, there is always the door."
Broken out of her fears, she quickly got on her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his cock which was already leaking precum, and licked the tip. Chris wanted to just shove his dick into her mouth, but he held back, wanting her to commit herself. Hating the position she now found herself in, she slowly opened her lips and let the engorged member into her mouth. On instinct, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking more into her mouth. He was small enough that she was able to get most of him into her mouth, but when she got deep, there was still enough that she knew he would be in her throat if it all went in.
Chris enjoyed watching her work his dick. She obviously did have plenty of practice, but now that she had given in, he wanted more. He grabbed the back of her head and started pushing her deeper with each bob. He loved the feeling of hitting the back of her throat, and the sense of power that went with her sight gag each time. When she finally managed to get adjusted to the situation, she was able to relax her throat.
"Oh that feels so good," he exclaimed as his cock forced it's way into her throat. "You really are a cock sucking professional slut, aren't you."
He thrust in and out of her throat a couple of times before thrusting as deep as he could and held her there. With her mouth and throat filled with dick, and her nose buried in his pubic hair, she couldn't breathe. It was fine for a few seconds, but as it went on, she began to struggle. He held onto her, enjoying her struggles, but after another couple of seconds, let go. She fell backwards, red in the face, gasping for breath.
He gave her just long enough to catch her breath before pulling her back up to his crotch. This time it wasn't about going deep. He fucked her face hard and fast, eager to get off. It didn't take long before the first blast of cum sprayed into her mouth. Still holding her head with one hand, he pulled out of her mouth and started painting her face. She closed her eyes to try to prevent any cum from getting in them, and missed him pulling out his phone to capture the moment. When he finished, he shoved his slowly fading erection back into her mouth.
"Make sure you suck out every last drop."
She did as she was told, and sucked on his dick.
When he decided that she was done, he pulled away and said, "I expect you to not waste any of what's on your face, either. You can get up when you're done closing yourself."
She obediently began scraping the cum off of her face and into her mouth. He watched for a moment and then walked away, leaving her humiliated, naked, and still eating his cum. He looked at the picture he had just taken, and knew that it had been worth the distraction. She looked like a complete and total slut, mouth open, tongue out, and face covered in cum. Smiling, he put the phone away and headed to the couch.
"When you finish cleaning up, come join me on the couch. I haven't had a chance to play with your tits yet."
Stacy took her time cleaning her face, but after a certain point it was no longer reasonable for her to put off getting up. She approached the couch where Chris was watching tv.
"Come here," he said, patting the spot next to him.
She sat and he wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling her close, and grabbed one of her breasts without taking his eyes off the screen. He groped her, switching back and forth between sides, occasionally playing with her nipples until a commercial came on.
"You have such nice tits," he told her, now holding one in each hand. He suddenly looked at something on her face and said in a sharp voice, "I don't understand. I gave you clear instructions. I expected you to be done ages ago, but apparently not only are you slow, but it seems like you can't listen either."
He slid his finger through her hair and came out with a clump of cum.
"Didn't I tell you to clean it up and not to waste any?"
She nodded.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes," came the soft reply.
"Well then what do you think that we should do about this? Do you want to know what happens to girls who end up on the naughty list?"
"No, sir," she replied, hoping that it was what he wanted to hear.
"In that case, I think a quick settling of accounts is in order. First, fix your mistake," he said, shoving his finger into her mouth.
She sucked it clean while he thrust his finger in and out of her mouth.
"Next," he continued, not stopping to finger her mouth, "I want you to count to twenty five."
Before she could respond, he pulled her over his lap.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
The first four hard spanking across her naked ass cought her by surprise. She started to cry out and squirm away, but, pulling his finger out of her mouth, he grabbed her hair tight.
SLAP
He hit her ass again and said, "Count!"
"Five," she cried out.
SLAP
"Start from one you stupid slut. I would have thought you knew how to count!"
Tears forming in her eyes she whimpered,
"One."
He started raining slaps down on her ass, while holding her head up by her hair. At ten she was bawling and her ass was red. By the time she counted twenty five, she had gotten at least forty having missed more, and was barely coherent. Chris relaxed his grip on her hair and slowly started petting her head. His other hand he rubbed gently on her cherry red ass, feeling the heat. He slowly rubbed, moving his hand around, until he wound up rubbing her slit from behind. He found her wet and slipped a finger between her lips, sliding inside of her easily. He fingered her for a minute before sitting from her hole to get clit.
Stacy had no idea what was going on. She was so overwhelmed by everything that her brain had mostly shut off. The residual pain from the spanking and having her hair pulled was mixing with the building orgasm and the feeling of closeness from him gently petting her head, all on top of the humiliation of her situation was too much. Her orgasm when it came was more intense than she had ever experienced before and sent to into a state of almost drunkenness.
Chris carried her to his bed where he held her until she passed out. Once she was asleep, he got back up out of bed. In his office, he went through the videos from the cameras he had set around the house. He used them partially as part of a home protection network he had installed, but also to record any of the various women who came over to sit in Santa's lap in private. They were normally set to override every two days, but he had already changed it to save everything. From a quick glance, he was going to have his work cut out for him editing it all later, but it was going to be worth it.
Stacy woke up disoriented, sore, and tangled up in someone else's limbs. It took her a minute to remember where she was and then realized in horror that the warm body she had just been cuddling with belonged to Chris. She could feel good morning wood pressing against her ass. She tried to pull away, but his strong arms held her in place, even as he slept. After a few minutes of her struggling, Chris finally woke up enough.
"Where are you going?" he asked sleepily.
"I need to pee," she said, embarrassed.
He let her go and watched as she hurried to the bathroom. Her ass showed signs of faint bruising, reminders of the previous night. Based on the weather report, the storm was expected to blow over by evening, which meant that she would be able to leave the next morning, leaving him just sit twenty-four hours to use her. Getting out of bed, he heated into the bathroom after her. He walked in without knocking, catching her still on the toilet.
"Hey," she cried out in shock. "I'm still using it."
"So?" he replied. "You should spread your legs if you don't want to get peed on."
He stepped up to the toilet as she looked on at him in new horror. She quickly spread her legs and moved as far back on the seat as she could, just as he started to go. She could finished before he did, but couldn't move for fear of him pissing on her. When he finished, he shook of the last drops and she recoiled when one of them hit her tit.
She was even more disgusted when he said, "I guess if you are still sitting here, I might as well make use of you," and shoved his penis in her mouth.
She could still taste the salty, pungent final drops of pee, and almost gagged.
Holding her head he said, "Lick it clean so we can shower. We have a long day ahead of us."
Knowing that her humiliation was only beginning, she did as she was told. In the shower, he made her wash his body, which she found surprisingly enjoyable, running her hands over his hard muscles. If the situation had been different, she could have seen herself enjoying this. When she finished, he washed her, but as opposed to the clinical fashion in which she had washed him, he took his time. He spent plenty of time on her tits, groping them, running soapy hands over them, and playing with her nipples. The finger in her ass surprised her, but she was intrigued by the fact that as he slid his soapy finger in and out of her dark hole, that she didn't mind it.
She was more shocked when she found her clit being played with again. When she started to get closer, her legs began to give out, and he picked her up and continued until just before she actually got to orgasm. She cried out when he put her down and turned off the water.
"Not yet," he said chuckling, "But soon enough."
He dried her off, making sure to keep her on edge, but not too push her over. He then took her to the bed and told her to get her ass in the air. When he pulled out a butt plug, she started to freak out and rolled over.
"Do you want another spanking like last night?"
She quickly got back into position. He started by putting something cold on her rosebud, and then sliding a finger in like he had in the shower. When on finger became two, she started to freak out again.
"It is easier if you relax," her told her.
She tried to relax, but the feeling of something that seemed to be three times the size of what she had seen in his hands started forcing it's way in to what had until now been only an out passage, she couldn't take it anymore.
"It was almost in, you stupid bitch," he said as he grabbed her. "I guess it's time to see what the naughty list has in store for you."
He dragged her out of the room and into a room she hadn't yet seen. She didn't quite understand what she was seeing until he had her over a bench and halfway strapped in. As he finished buckling her hands into place, she tried to move, but found that she was held firmly in place. Her ass and pussy were both fully exposed, as were her breasts and they hung down through a cutout in the bench.
She felt the pressure on the plug return, this time without an attempt at being gentle. She cried out as it stretched her asshole before settling inside of her. The sound of the flogger hitting her ass reached her ears before her body had a chance to react to the pain. It was quickly followed by four more firm blows, which while very different than the hand the previous evening, still hurt.
"Welcome to the naughty list. This is where bad girls end up."
She couldn't see what he was doing behind her, but she felt him grab a nipple, pull and twist a bit.
"What is going to happen now," he said, as she suddenly felt something clamp onto her nipple, "is that I'm going to get you set up, and then I'm going to go make breakfast."
She felt him repeat the process with the other side. As he let go, she could feel a weight pulling on her tits. Looking down, at her angle she could just see hints of the chain that obviously now hung from her nipples. She heard a soft buzzing noise begin and felt him position something against her clit.
"This should be just enough to keep you interested, and besides, it's going to turn off every few minutes anyways to give you a break. Now be a good girl while I go have some breakfast."
She watched him leave the room, helpless to do otherwise. The vibrator that was pressed against her clit was starting to gently build her back towards the orgasm that was denied to her earlier. She focused on the sensations, trying to ignore the weight on her breasts, however, before she got close, the vibrations cut off. She groaned in frustration and had to just lay there, unable to move.
It was a shock when the vibration started again, once more slowly building her up. She got closer, but once again the vibrator shut off too early. This went on over the course of the next half hour, with her slowly getting closer, but never getting to actually cum.
Chris watched her frustration build on the cameras, and knew that she would soon be broken enough for what he had planned next. He watched while she was teased and denied, over and over, for another half hour before going back in.
"Please just let me cum," she begged as soon as she saw him. "I'll do anything, please, please."
He loved hearing her beg.
"I think that I could be convinced to let you cum, but I have a few conditions."
"Anything, please!"
"First off, the only way you get to cum is on my cock. Second, I want you to beg for it."
"Oh, god," she wailed as the vibrator cut out once more. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me. I'll do anything to have your deep inside of my pussy, please, shove it in me!"
"Keep it up. I like hearing just how much of a slut you are for my cock. I'm going to let you off the bench. If I even so much as suspect that you are even considering touching your pussy, I'll lock you back up and make yesterday's spanking seem like a massage. Since you want my cock so much, I'm going to let you ride it."
She kept up her litany of begging as he undid her restraints and she shook feeling back into them. As she got up, the weight of the chain shifted, pulling in a new direction, sending new waves of pain through her tits. She made her way over to him as fast as she could, with each motion shifting the chain, as well as the plug which she had almost forgotten was in her ass.
She eagerly mounted his lap, and with a groan on pleasure, fully impaled herself upon him. She was amazed at how much tighter and fuller she felt with the plug in, but for the most part she was focused on the denied orgasm that was quickly rebuilding as she bounced in his cock. Her begging had moved into nonstop adoration of his dick and his good it felt inside of her and how much she loved riding it like a slut.
Chris sat back and reveled in the tightness of her pussy and the eagerness of her overstimulated state. He was glad that he had waited to fuck her. Having her give herself like this was so much better than of her had taken her. When he could tell from the way that her voice and breathing started shifting into an almost hyperventilating mantra that she was about to cum, he reached out and grabbed the chain of the clamps as she went to rise up. Her motion pulled the clamps free of her nipples, which sent the blood rushing back into them in a wave of fire. Stacy screamed out in pain and orgasm as the sensations from her tits sent her over the edge. She slammed down on him, her pussy spasming around his cock and her ass around the plug. The feelings overwhelmed her and she fell into a stupor, twitching sightly as her body came down from the high.
Not having cum yet, Chris pushed her over onto the couch, and began fucking her. She moaned as he plowed into her now very sensitive cunt, sending minor aftershocks through her system each time he bottomed out inside of her. It didn't take long for him to cum inside of her, thrusting as deep and hard as he could. He took a minute to catch his breath on top of her, before getting up and pulling out. Not bothering to ask, he grabbed her head and shoved his dirty penis into her mouth. On instinct more than anything else, she began sucking it clean.
Stacy woke up a while later back in Chris's bed. Her pussy, tits, and ass were all sore. She shifted and realised that her ass was still plugged. She took a deep breath and found that her mouth tasted like a mixture of stale cum and pussy. The events of the morning flashed through her mind and she started crying again. She had literally begged him to let her ride his cock. She felt confused at how it could have all felt so good while being so horrible. Her tears ran out eventually and she slowly got out of bed. She debated pulling out the plug, but didn't want to incur any more of his wrath. As she walked out the the room she could feel the plug shifting inside of her with each step.
"There is Santa's favorite," Chris said as she walked into the kitchen. "Did you enjoy sitting on Santa's lap?"
She frowned, knowing that a holiday tradition would be forever tainted.
"I assume that after all that hard work, you must be pretty hungry."
She nodded, suddenly realizing that she hadn't eaten since dinner the previous evening and that she was starving.
"Good. Sit and eat. You are going to need your energy."
He piled a plate high with food and sat it before her at the table. She dug in, surprised at how good it was. He fed her seconds when she finished the first plate.
"I don't get you," she said when she had finally eaten enough. "On one hand, you are super nice and caring. But then on the other, you are selfish, mean, abusive, and literally holding me captive."
"There are a couple of ways that you could look at it. First, it's possible that I'm only nice and caring to lure you in and get what I want. Second, it's possible that I'm really nice and looking out for you, and the reason that I'm doing all of these things to you is for your own benefit. You have already passed out twice from orgasming. I doubt that that had ever happened to you before. Third, is somewhere in the middle. I'm nice, but also find myself in a unique situation which I've decided to take advantage of."
"Which one is it?"
He shrugged.
"That's for you to decide."
"Ugh. So what other horrors and humiliations do you have planned for me?"
"You are just going to have to wait to find out. I'll give you one hint. I did switch you to a bigger butt plug, but that is for later. Did you have enough to eat?"
She nodded.
"Good. Given that I did all the cooking, I think that it's only fair if you do the cleanup. I have some things to take care of in the meantime."
Stacy got up and put her dishes in the sink. Chris showed her were things were and left her to get started. He came back a minute later and hooked a chain to her collar and the cabinet above the sink.
"What? Why?"
"I want you to remember just what your position is here. I have things to do that could take longer than washing the dishes should take you and I don't need you wandering around. When you finish with the dishes you can start cleaning the counters."
She turned the water back on and returned to the dishes. While she worked she could almost pretend that she was at home, if not for the fact that she was naked, chained to the kitchen, and had a giant plug in her ass. Even so, she found a measure of comfort in the mundane task of washing dishes. She finished fairly quickly and began to work on the counters.
Chris watched her through the cameras while he worked. He loved the way her tits jiggled while she scrubbed and the way her ass presented itself when she leaned over the counter to scrub it. He finished what he needed to do, but didn't get up immediately. He watched as she got to the end of the counter and was pulled up short by the chain. He watched her stretch to try to get it, surprised by how easily she had fallen into the role of slave.
Walking into the kitchen when she finished, he asked, "I see that you finished the dishes and the counter. Good girl. Do you think you did a good job?"
"Yes?" she responded hesitantly.
He made a show of checking the dishes first and then the counter. He found a spot that she had missed in corner, and two that she was unable to reach.
"Not too bad, but I am going to need to punish you for what you missed. We don't want you falling back into the naughty list, do we?"
He unhooked the chain from the cabinet and began walking to the living room, holding out like a leash.
"Come girl," he said as if talking to a dog.
She started to follow behind and he stopped.
"Be a good bitch, and walk on all fours," he commanded.
Face burning with the new humiliation, she got down to her hands and knees and followed after him. He led her around the house for a few minutes before heading over to the couch and sitting down, patting the seat next to him. Feeling absurd, she crawled into the couch beside him and sat on her knees. Tugging the leash, he pulled her across his lap. He tightened his grip on the leash, holding it where it connected to her collar, pulling her face down.
"Since you were such a good girl, both cleaning up and behaving nicely on our short walk, I'm going to lessen the punishment for the spots you missed. I'm only going to give you five for each, and I'm going to be gentle." He waited for a moment to see if she would respond before saying, "Do you have anything you wish to say?"
"Thank you?"
"Your welcome. And for that, even though it wasn't as enthusiastic as I would have expected, I'll take off another two."
This time she responded, hoping to get more off.
"Thank you for taking them off! I'm sorry I didn't properly say thank you. I hope to do better next time."
As she spoke she wondered one again what the hell had happened to her, and how she found herself in this position.
"That's much better. But it's not going to make me take off any more."
He rested his hand on her upturned ass for a moment before beginning.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
Each spank was lighter than the ones the night before, and especially as her ass clenched around the plug, Stacy could almost understand why someone would like it. She counted off each one steadily as he continued.
When it was finally done, he rubbed her ass gently, noting that it was only slightly red. He gripped the base of the plug and pulled sightly, causing it to stretch her ass just a bit before he let go and it slid back in. She groaned at the movement, which made him do it a few more times. He then loosened his grip on the leash and gently pushed her off of his lap to the floor between his legs.
"Since you have been such a good girl, I'm going to let you do something that all bitches love to do to other bitches. But, as we seem to be lacking another bitch, I guess it's my ass that you are going to need to lick."
He shifted so that he was at the very edge of the couch with his ass exposed. Stacy hesitated, disgusted at the thought of licking his ass. She opened her mouth to complain, by he grabbed her head and shoved her face against his ass.
"Remember that there are worse things than having to lick a bit of ass. I even made sure I was clean back there."
She did her best not to breath in, but knew that eventually she needed to breathe. Her lips were pursed she pressed against his asshole and her nose was pressed into his taint. His balls were sitting on top of her head. Against her will, the earthy smell of his ass invaded her nose as she took a breath. Tears started to form in her eyes as she slowly unpursed her lips.
"That's right, kiss my ass," Chris said, sightly shaking her head.
Feeling as if something was breaking inside, Stacy gave in. She puckered her lips and gave his rosebud a kiss. At first it was a quick peck, followed by another one, but it didn't take long before her tongue was out, licking around his hole and dancing across it. Something in her head had shifted and suddenly, it didn't seem so bad to give in. She rationalized it to herself that she didn't have a choice, so she might as well go with it and possibly get some enjoyment out of it as well. As he felt her get more into it, he relaxed his grip on her hair.
"That's a good bitch," he moaned as she penetrated his ass with her tongue for the first time.
He had her keep going for fifteen minutes before stopping her. He knew that by then her tongue had to be sore, but she hadn't slacked off the entire time.
"Apparently your oral talents stretch to beyond just sucking cock. You lick ass pretty well also."
She looked up at him from between his legs and smiled.
"Since you did such a good job, I'm going to give you a choice of rewards. I can take you back into the naughty room, strap you in, and make you cum until you are crying, or you can put your oral talents to work right here while I have a taste of your pussy."
"Whichever you would prefer," she said honestly, looking up at him with a smile. "I'm just happy that I could please you."
"You have become such a good slut. Lay down on the couch," he told her, getting up for a moment.
She laid down and he straddled her head. He started by sitting on her face, to which she responded by eagerly licking his anus once again. He ground his ass on her face for a minute before leaning forward. Lifting his hips, he shifted back so that as she tilted her head back, his thrust took him directly into her mouth. Bending all the way down, he lifted her legs and spread them, exposing her nether lips. With a wide swipe of his tongue, he licked her from clit to taint, causing her to moan around his cock. She was already dripping and he savored her taste for a moment before diving back in.
Chris loved eating pussy, and had to force himself not to give in to going down on her until now, so as not to lose control of her. But once he saw her give in and accept her place, he gave in.
He was struggling to keep from cumming from her eager and talented ministrations, so he furiously sucked on her clit. Her moans grew louder around his cock, which pushed him overboard. She started to choke as his hot seed sprayed directly into the back of her throat, but even as she did, his tongue and lips on her clit msde her start cumming as well. Her hips bucked even as her head and upper body were trapped by his pulsing cock and strong hips. She was red in the face and gasping for air when he finally got off of her.
"Thank you," she said, after a few deep breaths.
He gently patted her on the head, which made her happier than it should have. He sat back down on the couch and she settled her head in his lap.
Two hours later, Stacy found herself tied spread eagle in the bed, with a cushion under her hips, her ass up in the air. She waited with trepidation, knowing what was coming. Chris had made it clear that the time had come for him to claim this last piece of her. She startled as the mattress shifted when he climbed into the bed. She felt the same building of pressure followed by a release as he once more began playing with the plug. He pulled until it was almost ready to pop out and then let go, watching it slide back in.
After a few times, he didn't stop pulling, causing her to groan loudly as it slowly stretched her virgin asshole. She felt a sudden emptiness, as for the first time since the morning, her ass was empty. She was in shock at the size of it when he showed her what it was. While it wasn't as big as the dick that was about to spear her, it was still at least 3 inches long and thick, especially where it got wide. He held it in front of her face where she could clearly smell her own ass. Thinking he wanted her to suck it clean, she opened her mouth.
"I see that you have apparently decided that you like the taste of ass."
He put the tip in her mouth to lick, but didn't shove it in. Chris took his place behind her and dripped more lube into, and around her ass. He also applied a liberal helping to his cock. Lining up at the still gaping hole, he began forcing his way into her ass. She groaned as she was stretched to accommodate his size. He took his time getting in, but after a while, he finally bottomed out in her ass.
He loved how tight her ass was, as well as the small noises of discomfort that she was making. He gave her thirty seconds to get adjusted, before he started pulling out. He started slow, taking his time pulling back and pushing in again, but he did speed up slightly as he went.
Stacy, on her part, couldn't move. When he started, while it didn't hurt, it was uncomfortable. She felt stretched out and full, and didn't know what to make of it. It was when he started to actually fuck her ass that it started to change. As she got used to it, the uncomfortable feeling faded and was replaced by a deep welling inside of her.
The sheer primal rawness of it made her feel like an animal, which was compounded by the grunting she heard herself making each time he thrust into her. She wasn't sure who was more surprised when her grunts started to move into words.
"Yes," she grunted. "Fuck my ass! Oh, I can feel it so deep in me!"
Her sudden wantonness pushed Chris into higher gear. She moaned out in pleasure as he slammed into her ass as hard as he could. Her brain turned off and if she hadn't been tied down, she would have been thrusting her ass back at him. She kept begging him to fuck her ass harder, until she started cumming. This was too much for Chris, who began coating her bowels with his cum. He collapsed upon her still twitching body, with his dick still being milked by her ass. When he eventually pulled himself out of her and shoved his cock, fresh from her ass, into her mouth she didn't resist. She sucked away the mess like a good slut.
The next morning the sun was shining. Stacy endured another round of being peed on while sitting on the toilet. She even enjoyed herself when he slipped his fingers into her ass in the shower, and managed to orgasm twice while he fucked her under the hot spray.
It felt weird to be given her clothing back after not wearing anything for a couple of days, but she put them on happily. The bus came into view while Chris was holding her head in his lap, emptying one last load down her throat. Wiping the last bits of cum that had leaked out of her mouth away, she got out of the car and removed the collar.
Not looking back, she eagerly got on the bus. As she sat down in an empty row, happy to have had the horror of the last few days behind her, her phone buzzed. Curious, she opened it up to find a message from a number that she didn't recognize. Opening it up she saw a picture of herself, kneeling naked, her face covered in cum.
Another message followed, saying, "I expect to see you after the holidays. And remember, I know when you are sleeping and when you are awake. I known when you've been bad and good, so be good for goodness sake. Or be bad, I know you enjoyed being on the naughty list."
