The Twelve Days Of Christmas

The Twelve Days of Christmas Chapter 2 Christine was vaguely aware of a flashing light as she slowly drifted back to consciousness. Her mind and body seemed totally drained. She tried to move but realised that she couldn't; then she realised where she was. A sudden wave of panic struck her as the reality of her position returned to her numbed mind. She tried to look out beyond the bright lights around her eyes and on her costume but she could see nothing. The timing of the flashing lights was a torture in itself. When the lights went out, her eyes began adjusting but just when she was beginning to see something, the lights went on again and she could see nothing beyond. She tried closing her eyes when the lights were on and then immediately opening them as the lights went out but it made little difference. She was illuminated for everyone to see her but she could see no one. Her degradation and humiliation returned in full. She remembered how she was impaled on top of the tree and the stimulation that had been applied to her body. She remembered feeling her body sinking into a never-ending, uncontrollable orgasm as they watched her. She could imagine how she looked to everyone, a glittering, rigidly bound angel impaled on top of a Christmas tree at the mercy of anyone who wanted to torment her. It was her total vulnerability that most humiliated her. She was totally and completely helpless. "Ah. Our little angel's awake again." Said one of the men. "So she is." Said the woman. "I suppose we should feed her before we go." Christine listened to the three of them laughing and talking, unable to see what they were doing. She heard them move a stepladder in front of the tree and she heard someone climbing up. Christine began to panic. What were they going to do to next? Suddenly the face of the woman appeared before her. The torturous flashing lights around her eyes had made it almost impossible to see any details of the person, except that it was a woman. "You must be thirty slut." Said the woman. "Here drink some water but slowly, we don't want our angel to choke." The woman inserted a plastic tube into Christine's open mouth and let water slowly drip in. Christine had not realised how dry her mouth had become being forced wide open with the O-ring gag. She drank steadily and washed the water around her mouth with her tongue. "That's a good slut." Said the woman. "Your tongue needs a little exercise and practise. Christine drank for about five minutes as the water slowly trickled in. The woman was very careful not to let her choke and to further Christine's humiliation, she realised that this woman was in total control. "Time for a bit of food." Said the woman as she removed one plastic tube and replaced it with another. "Obviously you can't eat properly slut, so your food has been mashed and liquefied." Christine felt the soft goo ooze down her tongue and down her throat. She hardly tasted anything as she swallowed it but what she could taste was pleasant but neutral. At least she wouldn't stave. The woman was patient and after ten minutes she stopped feeding. "That's very good slut. You will be fed twice a day and watered every hour or two. We don't want to loose out angel." She said laughing. "Now remember slut, you can pee any time you want and you will have regular enemas to clean you out so just relax and enjoy. Have a happy Christmas." "Oh, and in case you get thirsty during the night, you can suck on this." Said the woman as she pushed a penis shaped dildo into Christine's open mouth. "It's a water bottle, just suck on it when you want a drink." The woman then climbed down off the ladder and left Christine with the water filled cock in her mouth. Christine had had enough oral sex in her life to overcome any gag reflex and although it was big enough to completely fill her mouth, it was not big enough to choke her. She tried sucking the dildo and found that she could drink the water easily. At least her mouth would not dry out again. Suddenly the room lights were switched off. "Sweet dreams Christine." Said one of the men. "Enjoy your Christmas Eve." Laughed the other man. The woman said nothing. Christine heard the door close and she was left alone. They had left the Christmas tree lights on and now Christine's whole world was a tiny cocoon wrapped in slowly flashing light. She closed her eyes to try and shut out the light but the torturous lights at each corner of her eyes still shone through and the glow from her gown encompassed her entire body. Her mind replayed the horror and humiliation of the day. Even as she thought about what they had done to her, she found herself becoming aroused. One part of her mind was degraded and humiliated beyond belief, yet another part of her mind was letting her sink into sexual depravity. She soon found herself lifting herself up and down on the impaling dildos trying to get some of the sensual pleasure that the machine had given her earlier. No matter how much she tried, her limited movement would only allow a small amount of stimulation and she was soon living in a world torn between humiliation and frustration. After about half an hour she was too exhausted to continue. She relaxed, fully impaled herself on the tree, and slowly drifted off into a restless sleep. Christine slowly woke up feeling a pressure building up inside her. Her mind snapped awake and she realised where she was. Her nightmare had returned and she was still impaled on the top of the tree. She felt warm liquid being forced into her arse and soon realised that she was being forced to take an enema. The pressure built up and up until she thought she would burst. Suddenly the flow of liquid stopped and she involuntarily began expelling the liquid out of the special anal dildo. The process repeated itself three times as the machine cleaned her out. The experience was almost sensual although Christine had not yet learnt to enjoy it. After her enema, Christine opened her eyes and tried to look around. With her head held immobile by the neck corset, all she could do was move her eyes around. Even through the flashing fairy lights, she could tell it was morning as light streamed through the windows. There was no one else in the room and Christine found herself examining her situation. She has fully relaxed her legs to take the pressure off her toes. The tight, pointed ballet-toed shoes may have made her look erotic and her crushed feet may have been totally numb but she still could not stand En-Pointe for long periods and she was forced to fully impale herself on the dildos. Her shoulders, mercilessly pulled back by the single glove had finally relaxed into submission. Even her body had relaxed enough to be comfortable within the tightly laced corset and neck corset. Her jaws, forced apart by the large O-ring gag had also relaxed and felt normal. The only thing that gave her a problem were her nipple clamps. Any slight movement caused them to swing and pull on her tortured nipples. This would make her breath hard and make the situation even worse. She felt that her poor nipples had stretched by inches during the night. Tears welled up in her eyes as she contemplated the hopelessness and humiliation of her situation. She felt tears rolling down her long theatrical eyelashes and she had to blink her eyes to clear them. She realised that she was thirsty and took a long suck on the dildo in her mouth although she had to squeeze it with her tongue to get enough water. They had though of everything, even drinking water was humiliating. Half an hour later Christine heard footsteps as people approached the room. The door opened and the woman and two men entered. "Good morning Christine." Said both of the men. "Yes slut, I hope you enjoyed your night on our tree." Said the woman smiling up at her. "Time for breakfast." The men rolled the stepladder back into place and the woman climbed up to look Christine in the face. She pulled the dildo out of her mouth and examined it. "Hmm. Nearly empty." She said smiling. "I hope you enjoyed suck on cock." Christine knew this woman enjoyed humiliating her but was powerless to stop her. The woman then fed Christine her liquid almost tasteless meal and gave her some more water. Once the meal was finished, the woman inspected Christine's makeup and saw the streaks of tears down her cheeks. "Been crying have you slut?" she stated. "There are two things to remember. One, you are stuck here for twelve days as our Christmas tree angel. Two, You are meant to be a happy angel and I don't want any tears ruining your lovely porcelain doll face. Do you understand?" Of course Christine couldn't answer and she was becoming frightened of what this woman might do. "Well, slut, I'm going to teach you a lesson." She said as she pulled a small device out of her bra. "This is a small remote control with a few buttons on it. If I press one, like this." Suddenly deep inside Christine a well-designed, large electric shock roared through her impaled cunt. Even with the O-ring gag in her mouth, Christine managed to get out a choking gasp. Her tits heaved and her heavily weighted nipple clamps swung violently. The woman waited until Christine calmed down. "Now you know what this can do." The woman said as she held it up before Christine. Christine's eyes opened wide begging her not to press it again. "You obviously don't want me to do that again." She said smiling sadistically. "You will not cry again and you will be happy. You will enjoy your time as our angel and you will do everything to please our guests and us. Christine stared out in horror at the woman. "I think we have an understanding." She said as she pressed another button. Although Christine was rigidly corseted, she visibly flinched as she saw the woman press the button. However, instead of excruciating pain, another well-designed electric stimulus passed through her clitoris and sent waves of pleasure surging through her body. "As you see slut, I can give you pleasure or pain." Said the woman. "The choice is yours." Christine felt herself sliding towards an orgasm when the pleasure stimulus was suddenly turned off. The feeling of frustration was beyond description. "Now, let's fix that makeup of yours. We want you to look like a perfect porcelain doll for our guests." Said the woman. Guests, thought Christine. When was this humiliation ever going to end? Was she going to be displayed to the world like this? She finally realised that she could do nothing to prevent anything that happened to her so she tried to relax as the woman fixed her doll makeup. During the next couple of hours, the three of them brought in a multitude of presents and put them all around the base of the Christmas tree. Finally they brought in a long table and put it against one wall of the room. By midday, the table was set and ready for Christmas lunch. Throughout the morning Christine was left alone apart from a couple of times when the woman fed her some water. It was just after 12 o'clock when they sat down on the leather couch to wait for their guests. Christine watched them out of the corner of her eye and listened to them talking. Not once since she had been held captive had anyone mentioned his or her name. If she finally managed to escape she would have no clue as to who they were or where she was being held. "Go on, give her a little. She has been good." Said one of the men. "The slut's an ornament, that's all." Replied the woman. "Oh don't be an arsehole." Said the other man. "Go on." "I thought you liked fucking my arsehole?" replied the woman with a smile as her hand rubbed up and down his pants until a huge bulge appeared. "Your cock certainly does." After a bit more joking she finally agreed. Christine was partly in fear of punishment and partly anticipating the pleasure that she knew could be given. Then she felt a slow vibration from the dildos deep within her. It was agonisingly slow and not enough to push her anywhere near orgasm. Then every now and then, her nipple vibrators would start up violently for a few seconds, just enough to send her heavy nipple clamps into a wild swing. The sensation went straight from her nipples to her crotch like nothing she had ever felt before. She didn't know if it was the pleasure of the vibration or the pain of heavy weights pulling down her nipples. Whatever, it was ecstasy. "There doesn't she look much happier now?" said the men as the front door bell rang. During the next half an hour or so, between short cycles of stimulation from the machine, Christine watched in total humiliation as guests arrived, mostly men but there were some women. As they arrived, they all came over to the tree and stared at its crowning glory. "You've done a magnificent job this year." "I love those flashing lights on the angel." "Look at those tits shake, nice touch." "I hope she brought us a nice present." "Love the mouth - looks like a real love doll." Christine endured their endless humiliating comments as she slowly succumbed to the workings of the vibrators. She hadn't realised that the woman has slowly adjusted the machine every now and then. By the time lunch was beginning, Christine was aroused to breaking point. The dildos has begun writhing around in her cunt and her arse, the vibrators had developed a pattern that was driving her mad and the occasional electric stimulus would begin to drive her to orgasm but was always stopped just short. A similar pattern had also started on her tits and her 8" long, heavily weighted nipple clamp jewellery was constantly swinging back and forth pulling mercilessly on her nipples. During the meal, the woman fed Christine a few drinks of water but mostly she was left alone to the torturous rhythm of the machine. Always being stimulated towards orgasm and then being deprived at the last minute. The intense pleasure of the build-up and then the pain of denial were almost too much to bear. The endless cycles of pleasure and pain were driving her mad, she would do anything to be finally plunged into the abyss of orgasm. Christine was too far-gone to notice that lunch had finished and the twenty-two people had gathered around the base of the tree to open their presents. Some of the guests were already half undressed. During lunch every man had his cock taken out of his pants and all five of the women had their tits hanging out of their dresses. This was no ordinary Christmas lunch and these were no ordinary guests. Every one picked out their present and began opening it. One of the first women to open her present found a huge double penetration dildo. "Oh!" She squealed in delight as she looked at her partner and handed it to him. "Just what I needed when you come home late from work. Come on, I want to try it. Fuck me with it." She bent over and waited for him to impale her. A roar of approval went up from the guests as she was impaled with her new toy. The others continued opening all their presents. Everyone was eager to play with his or her new toys and soon there was a complete orgy and soon every woman was being fucked in every hole and enjoying every minute of it. Partners were changed as much as cocks changed holes. The only exception was the woman. She allowed a few of the men to fuck her but only one at a time and she was always in the dominant position where she could watch her angel Christine. Her Christmas present turned out to be a strap on dildo. No one was surprised; it suited her. When the woman was not being fucked she put on the strap on dildo and fucked others, men or women, she didn't care. The more excited and aroused the woman got, the more stimulation she gave to Christine. Eventually the raping dildos, the vibrators and the electric stimulus were too much for Christine and she finally plunged into huge, endless orgasms. While the orgy continued beneath her, Christine was totally lost in her own private world of pleasure and pain. The woman was a master with the machine and endlessly varied the patterns of stimulation to keep Christine as maximum arousal. In her semi- conscious state, Christine had no idea of the passing of time. On the floor, the orgy had slowed from exhaustion. "When am I going to get to use my present?" cried one of the men. "What did you get?" asked another. "This!" replied another, holding up a leather object with straps. "What is it?" "A swing." Said the man holding it as he stepped into the leather chair and held up the straps. The man who owned the present looked up at the writhing Christmas tree angel and then at the pulley in the ceiling above her. "That's how you got her up there isn't it?" he said looking at the woman. She smiled and said nothing. The man took back his present and stepped into it. Some of the other men released the hoisting rope from the wall and attached it to the swing harness. Once fastened, several other men began to hoist him up towards Christine, making sure that he kept away from the tree until his cock was level with Christine's open mouth. Then they released him so that he swung towards her. With perfect aim his cock went straight into her mouth. Christine was so deep in orgasm that she had no idea what was happening until the man's cock swung into her wide-open mouth though the O-ring gag. Although it was a gentle swing, it went straight to the back of her throat. Her reaction was to push it out with her tongue but that merely excited the man who clearly showed his pleasure to the crowd below. He put his hands around her corseted neck and began a gentle swinging motion pumping his long cock in and out of her mouth. Christine could taste his cum already as small drops began to ooze out of his cock and drip down her throat. Like everything else, she had no control over what he did to her and she merely accepted his cock pumping her mouth. She also knew that the woman would be watching and waiting to punish her, so Christine used her tongue to please the man as best she could. She used her tongue to lick and slide around his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, then she swirled her tongue around his cock head as he left her open mouth and returned again. Although she was deep in her own world of pleasure, she knew he was going to cum. His first shot was straight into her mouth as he plunged his cock back into her. As his cock filled her mouth, cum was forced out and began oozing down her face. Then as he swung out of her mouth, his next load shot all over her face before he plunged back in again. By the time he had finished, half his cum went into her mouth and half all over her face. Cheers erupted from the crowd below as other men waited their turn to face fuck the beautiful Christmas tree angel. Christine was aware enough to realise what had happened and wondered if there was any other way that she could be degraded and humiliated but the continuing reality of constant machine induced orgasms pushed her beyond caring. As the day went on, all the men took their turn on the swing to face fuck Christine. Some were gentle and used the slow motion of the swing to pump their cocks in and out of her mouth. Others used her for target practice, taking a large swing and aiming at her mouth, ramming their cock through her wide-open mouth and straight to the back of her throat. Whichever way they fucked her, eventually they would fill her mouth and cover her face with cum. She tried to drink the cum that they dumped in her mouth to keep her throat wet and lubricated. The cum on her face and hair oozed and dripped down her face and finally dripped onto her heaving tits. By the time the party ended, Christine's face was covered in a mask of sticky cum but she was beyond caring. An hour later all the guests had gone leaving just the two men and the woman. They sat around for a while talking about the success of their Christmas party oblivious to the totally exhausted Christmas tree angel. "I suppose we should clean up." Said the woman. "This is the worst part about hosting a party, especially when you gave the maid a week off!" "Oh it won't take long." Replied on of the men. "I arranged for the maid to be here in half an hour just to clean up. All we have to do is take everything out to the kitchen. She'll do everything and then go back to her own orgy." They all laughed. "How sweet of you to organise that." Replied the woman. "Come on let's clean up." Said the other man. They stood up and went towards the table to take the remaining food and dishes out to the kitchen. "If we have to clean up, I think we should clean up our little angel too." Said the woman as she walked over to the machine's main control box next to the tree. "You're not going to clean all that cum off her face are you?" asked one of the men. "Of course not." Replied the woman. "It's Christmas, even the angel should have some snow on her. She can have her enema while we clean up." With the push of a few buttons, the automatic enema cycle started. Christine felt the pressure building up inside her and realised that there were more ways to degrade and humiliate her but she was past caring. As the warm liquid filled her, the machine kept up its relentless cycle of rape sending her to heights of orgasmic pleasure. She was just beginning to have another orgasm when the enema machine stopped filling her and she began to expel the liquid. The combination of enema and orgasm was too much for poor Christine and as her body shook from the orgasm she totally collapsed. There wasn't enough strength left in her and she went completely limp. Her body was being stimulated to a level of arousal she had not believed possible but her mind needed rest and sleep. In a totally euphoric state, Christine wondered how she could endure any more. And this was only the first day.