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♫ You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and… ♫
He was leading his new string of “reindeer” across the field at the edge of town, humming a carol under his breath and feeling the Holiday Cheer of a beautiful Christmas Eve, when he noticed they were slowing down.
Again.
He gave the rope lead he was pulling in one hand a sharp tug, hearing a surprised and muffled squeak as the young lady behind him stumbled forward into his back, pulled by the rope around her neck and unable to catch herself with her wrists tied behind her back. Behind her, he heard two more sets of feet scrape in the lightly snow-covered grass of the field, as his reindeer came to a halt.
As he turned around, the girl in front was already mumbling something. Her brown eyes only got wider, her mumbling more frantic, when she saw his frown.
She was already learning that his displeasure was something she badly wanted to avoid. That was good.
“Pluhhs uhhm hyynnng, uhhhm hyynng…” She mumbled around the large, glowing-red ballgag holding her jaw painfully wide open. “Uhhhs ahhhrd, pluhhs…”
“Don’t you worry your cute little head, Rudolph.” He said, patting her cheek almost lightly as she flinched and flushed red at the name he had given her. “We’ll discuss your failure to keep everyone moving in a moment, after I deal with the one causing the problem.”
He left her standing there, shivering in the dark in just her boots, as he walked down the line. All three girls were there, naked except for the boots he’d allowed them to keep on for the walk in the light snow. Following the rope from Rudolph’s neck, he first passed Cupid, ignoring the shorter, curvier girl for now to reach the end of the line and…
“What seems to be the problem, Vixen?” He asked the last girl where she stood, almost leaning back against the rope around her neck attaching her to Cupid. She was making soft little grunting noises, as she lightly tugged, looking for some way free herself. “You’re holding up your friends, slowing us down from reaching the Christmas Party I have planned.”
The girl he had named Vixen, the one who had been the most defiant after the initial grab, didn’t respond. That was maybe understandable. Unlike Rudolph and Cupid, who were gagged but otherwise able to see and hear, Vixen’s gag was paired with a full hood, perfectly encasing the girl’s face. Beneath the hood, he could imagine her flushed face, eyes wild, unable to see or hear, just waddling through the snow with a spreader bar between her knees to hold her legs open. It wasn’t really her fault she was slow.
But that was no excuse.
“Heeeeeh! Heeeeeh! Heeeeeh!”
All that escaped the hood was a few high-pitched, panicked whistling noises as she felt his hand between her thighs, unable to close them because of that few feet of wood between her knees. Up front, Rudolph and Cupid started their own collection of squeaks and cries, as they realized their friend was being reprimanded.
“Quiet!” He demanded, his voice sharp, shutting the other two reindeer girls up. Then, popping out one of Vixen’s earplugs, he leaned in close so only she could hear.
“Listen up, Vixen.” He growled in her ear. Her only reply was a little squeak as he pressed a finger up into her, and he congratulated himself on finding another one. He always enjoyed the girls who really didn’t want a man inside of them, even if he got tired of them quickly. “I’m only going to say this once.”
He pressed a second finger into her to join the first, having to really force it in as she clenched down. Her whole body was shaking, now.
“You already know what’s going to happen once we get to the party. I’m really looking forward to trying out every single part of you. Maybe that’s why you’re delaying things.” He whispered into the hood. “But you need to think about what happens after the party, if I’m not pleased with you.”
He began trying to add a third finger, to join the other two. Even through the mask, he could hear attempts at words, either curses or pleas that it wouldn’t fit, foolish thing that she was.
“I know some men who run a business selling girls. They would love to get their hands on a girl like you with mostly-unused holes, would pay me a pretty penny after I’ve had my fun.” He murmured, and Vixen grew suddenly still as his words registered. “They charge men by the minute, and they keep their numbers up by… well, let’s just say you’d be feeling at least a hundred cocks a day. You want that?”
Vixen’s hooded head shook back and forth.
“Then stop fucking around, and trot after your friends!” He hissed, pulling his fingers out and smacking her ass, then replacing the earplug. He chuckled as Vixen started taking wobbling steps forward, maybe trying to show good behavior.
The poor girl didn’t realize her fate was sealed. She would find out later.
Walking up the line, he paused briefly at Cupid. The short-haired girl was the shortest of the three but also the bustiest, with just a hint of resemblance in her face showing a relationship with Rudolph up front. Her impressive bust was especially prominent, bare and thrust out, as she tried to prevent the tight tie of her elbows and wrists behind her back from dislocating her shoulders.
“Ready to get moving, Cupid?” He asked, and her eyes moved to find him, but she didn’t move, didn’t even turn her head. Of all three girls, Cupid stood the most still, possibly because of the vicious alligator clamps on her nipples, each holding a hanging (and very heavy) Christmas ornament from her impressive assets. Every shake of them must be agony. He couldn't imagine what the hike so far had been like, and she was obviously trying hard to keep them still now that they'd paused.
Reaching out, he flicked one of the ornaments, starting it swinging.
“Heeeeeeeeh!” Cupid mewled, tears streaming from her eyes, her voice barely audible. Unlike Rudolph’s glowing red ballgag and Vixen’s hood, Cupid’s mouth was wrapped in layers of tape, covering almost comically-bulging cheeks and a full mouth. Under the tape, he knew, her mouth was filled with not just the panties she had been wearing, but also Rudolph’s and Vixen’s.
“Enjoying the taste? It’s good practice for when we get to playing some ‘reindeer games’ later, and you’ll get to taste the real thing.” He teased. “If you do well enough, maybe I’ll even forget my promise to gift you some brand new, more permanent jewelry to replace those clamps…”
He gave the ornament another flick, then left the sobbing girl behind him as he walked back to the front of the line. Rudolph had her head turned, watching him out of the corner of her wide, scared eyes.
“Look forward, legs apart, chest out, Rudolph.” He said as he approached, and she immediately snapped to attention, obeying. Unlike Vixen, who had been defiant at first, Rudolph had obeyed from the beginning, and had only grown more frantic in her submission when she saw the price of defiance.
“Now, I know it wasn’t your fault we slowed down, Rudolph.” He murmured, his hands finding her chest, then trailing down her stomach towards the junction of her thighs. “But you’re the leader. They’re your responsibility.”
His hand cupped her sex, bare of hair just like he had found her, and she was even wetter than he had expected her to be. Her warm juices were almost dripping down the inside of her thighs. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Rudolph’s body wanted this.
“After all, they wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you, would they?” He whispered in her ear, so only she could hear. Her eyes squeezed shut, a single tear crawling down her cheek. Then, God help her, she moaned as his finger slid along her.
“So, I’ve gotten you a holiday gift to help you lead them.” He said, pulling a set of small silver bells out of his pocket and holding them up to Rudolph’s face. Seeing the clamps, and having seen the installation of the ornaments on Cupid, it only took her a second to realize what they were for. “It’s convenient, the cold air means I don’t even need to get you ready for them.”
“Heeeeeeh! Heeeeeeeh!” She squealed, the ballgag blowing a momentarily-brighter red as she bit down on it. First one bell, then the other, were attached to her sensitive nipples. Rudolph tried to ignore how, even through the pain, she got wetter.
“”But where should I put the third one?” He asked rhetorically, her puzzled, pained eyes following it slowly downward until realization dawned.
“Nuh! Nuh!” She mumbled loudly through the gag, although she kept her legs spread even as she frantically shook her head. She shuddered a little, a shiver of traitorous pleasure rushing up from her core as he lightly flicked her clit to prepare her. “Nuhh, hnngh nuh HEEEEEEH! HEEEEEH!”
The winter air filled with the merry jingling of bells, as she frantically thrust her hips back and forth, trying to dislodge the biting teeth from that very-sensitive spot between her legs.
He waited a moment for Rudolph to compose herself, the tears running down her flushed red cheeks a stark contrast to the moisture dripping down her inner thighs.
“Now, shall we be on our way?” He asked rhetorically, as Rudolph stared wide-eyed at him. Behind her, Cupid’s dull gaze watched him, and Vixen was still slowly waddling forward in the snow, trapped in blackness. “We have a party to get to!”
He picked up the lead tied around Rudolph’s neck and set off at a brisk pace, as she quickly trotted to follow, accompanied by the jingle-jangle of three little bells chiming merrily in the chill winter air. Behind her, Cupid and Vixen followed into the night, their fate sealed.
He grinned, full of Holiday Spirit, and began humming another carol.
♫ Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way… ♫
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