The Storyteller (16 page)

Roland touched his Krampus mask, holding a finger to his lips in a gesture for her to be quiet.

“Shush yourself, mother fucker!” she shouted. “Now you fucking let me up and out of these fucking cuffs!”

Roland rose and obediently got the hint, but Laura was still livid and letting him know it.

“Okay, Krampus, now how are we gonna fuck with my ass so sore I won’t be able to sit down for a month? How...”

Krampus/Roland had gone to the case again, and this time he had extracted a tube in one hand. In the other, he held a plastic probe.

“Oh, don’t you even think of it!” Laura scolded. “Don’t you even do what I fucking think you’re gonna do!”

Her fears were confirmed, for Roland lubricated the shaft in front of her and dropped the tube back in the bag, so only the glistening probe remained in his right hand.

“That better not be going in my ass!” she warned, but that, in fact, was where it went.

With his left hand on her back to hold her down all the better, Krampus moved inward with the right, driving the probe home. Like a perverse rectal thermometer, it penetrated her asshole and caused the recipient to grunt upon impact.

The effect of this new toy was such a contrast to the pain the paddles had brought, Laura found herself instinctively going with the flow. She moved her blustered butt as fast as she could, while she accepted the thrusts. She was thankful it was a tool which was fairly narrow and not a real live prick being shoved up there.

“PPPPleeaaaaseee,” Laura moaned uncontrollably. “Oh, fuck my ass! Fuck my punished ass! Do it with that thing! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

The thrusts continued at just the right pace and depth.

“Fuck me, Roland! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard! Fuck me, Roland!”

At that moment the thrusting stopped and Roland emitted a low, disagreeable growl beneath the mask. He then responded by a hard whap on her right butt cheek which brought a new burst of pain.’

“Krampus, damn it!” Laura responded. “Krampus! I mean, Krampus!”

First she had been paddled into submission, and now she was being butt fucked into the same with a plastic object of desire.

Like a mechanic checking a car’s dipstick for oil level, Krampus rammed the tool into Laura’s hungry hole, watching as the bright red cheeks shook upon reception of the same. In and out. In and out. He left her pussy untouched, which drove her to even greater fits of feeling as she gained an experience that was totally unfamiliar to her until this time. In the past, she had fingered herself or even used a vibrator in her muff, but she had never placed any instrument in her ass before. Even with Roland, they had done it in the behind just twice, and both times his prick was too painful for her, forcing them to stop. This new thing however was perfect.

“Ohhhh,” she continued, as her words started to intensify into loud war cries. “Do it to my ass! Do your worst to my asshole! Do it to my ass!”

Rather than shout more, she bit into the bedspread with her teeth, sucking in air and letting it out her nose. Her bottom was still throbbing from the paddling she had received, but this new escapade was fast making her forget the turmoil.

Suddenly the motion stopped, and she felt the tool being taken from her.

“No,” she panted. “I didn’t come yet. I want to have it back in me.”

Krampus leaned over her and instead administered a firm blow to her already over-punished ass with his hand.

“Owwwww!” she protested. “Not again! Not again!”

This time there was nothing in her mouth to block her cries, and she was free to scream when the strikes came. And scream she did, mingling curses with shouts of pain.

“Ow! Ow! Stop it! Ow! Roland, you bastard! Ow! Goddamn you! Ow!”

Ten times, the Krampus figure delivered blows to her already crimson ass cheeks, bringing back the pain. For a moment, Laura was left to absorb the punishment and think about what she was receiving, then once more, the plastic probe went into her asshole.
Again, Laura found herself panting in rhythm with the thrusts, which were stroking her back to the point of orgasm once more. This time she said nothing, but emitted a set of animalistic grunts while Krampus worked his magic within her.

“Owwww,,,”

She tried to move her hips in time with the jabs, as best as the restraints would allow. As she did, she felt the world spinning around her. Her ass throbbed. Her abdomen lurched. Her breathing was short and made her sound like a steam engine leaving the station.

“Uh! Uh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

The short snorts turned into an elongated cry of pleasure as she reached the point of orgasm, but knowing this, Krampus pulled the tool out once more.

“No,” she pleaded. “I want it. Please. I want it.”

Instead, Krampus leaned forward and again came a painful slap across the bare bottom.

“Not that!” she screamed. “Owwwww! No, not that again!”

Krampus delivered a second blow which sent yet another unbearable sensation of pain through her.

“Owwwwwwwwwwww!”

Alternating between both sides, the third strike came, but this was on the leg below her already over-punished ass, which could scarcely take any more.

“Owwwwiiieeeeee!” came her slightly altered cry.

Inside, her orgasm was lost. The bubbling went away, like a pot about to boil over that was suddenly taken off the burner to keep it from doing so.

“Nooooooooooo...”

The fourth strike came on her other upper leg, hurting just as much as the hand blows to her butt, if not more so. It was then she knew what Roland was doing behind that mask. He was bringing her to the point of climax than forcing it to a stop. The waiting would make her final orgasm overwhelming.

Again a blow came. He’d struck the same leg as the last time, and the hurting grew.

“Owwww,” she protested. “Roland, stop, please. I want to come.”

Behind the mask, Roland emitted yet another growl. Laura caught the error again and tried to correct herself before he brought even more punishment.

“No, Krampus, no! Krampus! Krampus!”

Her attacker was already going to work in spite of her pleading. Several times, he struck her legs just below the ass, until they too, burned with acidizing fever. Not content, he went back to her beaten ass.

“Owwwwwwwwwwww...”

The tears started to flow again, but there was no point in screaming for rescue. No one else would hear her, and no one would come to her aid.

“Ooowwwiiiieeeeeeeeeee!”

At least Krampus was pacing himself now. He seemed amused at her struggle, at her shouts, and her tears. If only he knew how badly her butt throbbed.

“Pllleeeeassssssseeeeeeeee... Nooooooo... No...”

At last she felt the desired probe going into her rectum again, driving in and out in the tiny hole that was the only part of her backside not blistered with paddle marks. Again, in spite of the brazen hurt on her behind, she started to shake her hips, taking the jabs deeper and deeper.

Though there were still tears in her eyes, the familiar grunts continued once more.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh! Oh!”

She prayed to whatever divinity would hear her that this time she would be allowed to go the full circle.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

In spite of such raw brutality Roland had chosen to inflict upon her under his guise, he was also showing great compassion. He had blended torment with utopia like she never thought him capable of. Whether she would ever want an episode like this again was something of which she was uncertain. Later, the memories would be among her most vivid of sexual romps, but whether or not she could psychically take such a thing again was beyond her knowledge.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Uh! Uh!”

She continued to emit the identical grunts over and over again, but they were growing louder. Her battered ass continued to move up and down to receive the stimulation offered her.

“Uh! Uh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Uh!”

Her noises reached a crescendo, and sensing what was about to happen, Roland let her have what she desired so much.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddddddddd...”

A tidal wave crashed against the coastal rocks, causing an avalanche within the water from the force. The sun exploded in a brilliant super nova that brought an end to the world.

“Godddddddd!”

Laura had never experienced such a climax in her life. Beneath her busted ass and well-oiled anus, she was certain she not only came, but squirted, ejaculating her bodily fluid like any male might have done. She was certain there was a puddle beneath her on the bed.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh...”

She went limp and motionless on the bedspread, panting and quivering. Within her, she was certain she felt lesser spasms that indicated she was still coming.

The probe was out of her butt now, and there was nothing left but the burning within her bottom. She hoped there would be no more discipline.

“I love you,” she managed to babble. “I am so glad you came back to me. I love you.”

She heard Krampus fumbling with his bag and hoped beyond hope he was not getting another implement to spank her with. She couldn’t handle any more blows. She had never experienced a walloping of this type before and never wanted to again.

“Now what?”

She was too exhausted to do anything as a small key was inserted into each of the handcuffs, freeing her at last. Though set loose, she didn’t budge. Her wrists and ankles likewise ached where she had fought so uselessly against the restraints. This, however, didn’t even come close to the devastation she felt upon her buttocks.

Her tears were drying up, not from the cessation of pain, but that of wonderment. Her breathing was returning to normal, and her thoughts were more focused.

“So you’re going to do what with me?” she asked. She had been beaten into submissiveness. Her will was broken.

Finally mustering the energy to turn on her side, she reached back with a free hand and massaged her raw ass, feeling no relief in spite of her effort.

“You really declared war on my ass,” she whispered.

Krampus was standing by the bed, and now he had the candle he had set to light earlier. Was he coming to drip hot wax on her?

“You better not...”

Krampus blew out the candle indicating their session was over, she figured relief was at hand. The odd part was she had not noticed a mouth slit in the mask.

“Is there anything else?” she asked.

Krampus set the candle on the night stand and unbuckled his belt.

“Not the belt!” Laura screamed in horror, “Not on top of all this!”

Instead, he let his pants fall. It was the mask alone that was covered with hair, as the lower body was very human. She recognized Roland’s gorged prick right away, but it was harder than usual.

“I’m not sucking it,” she protested, with at least a hint of stamina returning. “I’m not putting that jackhammer in my mouth. Not after you beat my ass like you did. If you want off, you’re gonna have to jerk it yourself.”

Krampus did just that, and he was so aroused it only took a few manipulations before he sprayed both Laura’s face and the bed.

“Goddamn it!” Laura shouted. “Now I need to change the sheets. What the fuck got into you tonight, you...”

Without pulling up his pants, Krampus dove upon her again and delivered a final set of blows to her bottom with his hand. This time, Laura was able to fight, yet her struggle was anything but triumphant. A new course of pain rushed through her, and she cried out for mercy.

“Ow! Okay! Ow! Ow! I get it! Ow! I’ll be good! I’ll be good! Ow!”

Rising, Krampus pulled up his pants and took her night shirt from the floor, flinging it at her and making a motion across his hairy face that meant she should wipe off her mouth. Knowing better than to argue now, she did so.

“You fucker,” Laura mouthed, again caught between emotions. She hated Roland for leaving her, coming back, and forcing her into the position she’d been kept in for far too long. On the other hand, she was amazed at how the savagery had been such a thrill. It would be days before her ass cooled down. She dreaded what it looked like and knew once she saw she would be horrified at what he had done to her. Yet she had survived, and a new animal had been unleashed within her soul.

“Owwwwwwww,” was all she could get out.

Roland extended a hand, to help her from the bed. She took it and arose, thinking he was going to hold her close within her arms, but such was far from it. Instead, he pointed toward her lower half and then toward the dresser mirror and the bed.

“What?”

Krampus pointed upward, indicating she should stand on the bed and from this position, look over her back at her punished bottom.

Obeying for fear to do slightly opposite would bring yet another round of punishment, she complied, stepping on the bed with one hand on the frame to which she had been cuffed earlier, then standing on the mattress, she turned. It was not a true close-up, but even from the distance she could see exactly what had been done.

Her rear end was a mass of angry welts.

“Owwwwwwww,” she cried again and rubbed her bottom, watching her mirror image do the same. Her ass was not pink or red, but an ugly scarlet.

Krampus again offered her his hand to help her down, and at that moment she threw her arms around his neck.

“I love you...” she started to whisper, when a new and horrifying realization came to her.

Feverishly, her hands groped at the mask. She was going to reveal Roland and bring an end to the role play.

“Oh, my God!”

Scenes of the old silent movie came to her, where the woman ripped off Lon Chaney’s mask in
Phantom of the Opera
to reveal an even uglier monster beneath the hood.

“No...”

Her words morphed into a glowing stream of fear when she realized this was not a mask at all, but an actual face. It wasn’t Roland who had come to call. He was still with his wife this Christmas, doing whatever they felt they needed to do.

“KRAMPUS!”

“Cut!” shouted a voice from far away.

A third person stepped from the shadows, leaving his video camcorder and tripod behind.

“The best in low budget erotica,” he said. “Heated job from both of you.”