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Hey! Did you guys know December 5th is Krampusnacht? Yeah, it's this crazy little celebration where supposedly a demonic looking Goatman appears to punish all the naughty children. I think you know where this is going...

I had just got off of work and was walking to my car when everything went black. I panicked and screamed as I felt myself being lifted off the ground and tumbling into the darkness. I felt rough fabric all around me, quickly figured out I was in some kind of sack and started thinking. Who would do this? Why? (Okay, I know the answer to that one, but still!) Where were we going? It didn't seem like we had gone very far before the bag was upended to unceremoniously dump me onto a hard stone floor. Looking around, the place seemed like a dungeon straight out of Steel and Claw, this fantasy series Megan has turned me on to. A sound from behind me makes me turn, gasping at what I see standing there. It's a pale gray Goatman, but much larger and muscular than any I've seen before. He's built like a Minotaur with a goat head on his shoulders. His hair is long, shaggy, and wild. Blazing red eyes stare at me while yellow fangs fill out a nasty looking grin. Two of his four jet black horns are so long they almost scrape the ceiling, even with his hunched over stance. My eyes were drawn downward though, to a blood colored tool that hangs halfway down his thigh over midnight, softball size, nuts! I don't want to think too much about what he's going to do to me with that!

"Zophelia Nita Cummings," the Goatman rumbles. "You have made the Naughty List this year. Prepare to be punished." Before I can even react to this I find myself naked, hands shackled above my head, a spreader bar between my ankles. Shit! He's magical. This just got a lot worse. "As a Krampus I must administer this justice, which will be strict, but fair. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

"Lots," I shriek. "What's a Krampus? What have I done that brought me here? Is this forever? What are you going to do to me?" I stop to take a few calming breaths. "Is there any way to get out of this? I have school in the morning."

"The Krampus is the Anti-Santa. We keep track of who's Naughty, and ensure they pay for what they've done." He directs my gaze to the wall. It's covered in a worrying amount of things to hit someone with ranging from simple switches, to rods, paddles, cat o' nine tails, and more. It's enough to make the Huli Jing twins jealous and not all of them look like fun. "I will read a list of your crimes, and allow you to defend yourself, before I start. Depending on the severity of your deeds it may just be a simple spanking you get." He smiles, then a tongue longer than his cock slides out, twisting in all sorts of unnatural ways before disappearing back into his mouth. "Or you could wind up deserving something more...interesting, My Dear. Either way I'll return you, sore but intact, back home in time for school in the morning."

I need to get out of here. How did I even get on this list? I mean I'm not the best person in the world but I've been trying to change. I mean I made that pledge and been going to therapy. I point all this out to Krampus. He shrugs. "That's between you and Lilith. I'm here for other things." He holds up a string of anal beads that are pure white on one end darkening in color until the last one is as dark as his horns. I stare in horror at them. They increase in size as they get darker with the blackest one being a truly eye-watering girth. He chuckles while walking behind me with them.

"What are you doing?" I try to look but can't see anything. I feel pressure on my backdoor but other than standing on my toes I can't do anything. The Krampus slips the first ball in. The weight of the rest pulls against it, but it stays in place leaving me with an unusual looking tail. "Look, can we make a deal or something? I could, I don't know, uh, let you fuck me? Then you let me go?" My stomach drops as he laughs.

"If that first ball is all that goes inside you, then you'll leave here with just a good spanking."

"And if it's not?"

"Then it gets worse for you. Hands turn into switches, then rods, paddles, whips..." He pulls out a long chain with 3 ends. "And I'm given more freedom to have fun with you as well." Biting my lip to stifle my cries I get both nipples clamped, then the clamps tightened. "This device will keep your answers honest." I don't have to wonder about what the third clamp is for very long. The Krampus slips the long teardrop shaped piece between my legs. I brace for the pain, but... just feel a gentle pressure? He notices my confusion. "It'll make you more sensitive, enhance physical sensations even for a while after it's removed. The magic in mine does this to the whole body, not just your pussy." The pain from my nipples intensifies, as does the full feeling in my ass, but neither gets overwhelming or distracting. I let out a few quick breaths, then clear my throat.

"What- Uhm- What happens if, I don't know, ALL of the beads wind up inside me? Just, you know, out of curiosity, if that were to happen. Not saying it will! Just..."

He opens a small leatherbound book, finding the page he needs before answering. He doesn't even look up. "You'll be mine to do with whatever I please until sunrise." He clears his throat. "Let us begin. You cheat on your boyfriend, is this correct?"

"NO! We have an open relationship. He knows what I'm doing, and it's a huge turn-on for him. Being cucked is his thing. He's even arranged a few encounters for me." I smile. This is going to be easy!

The Krampus smiles back. "And if he hadn't approved? Were you planning on not following through on your deal with Lilith?" Oh Crap. I stammer, struggling for an answer, knowing I was ready to dump Wayne if he didn't back me before the bead sliding into me cut me off. "Two, you claim to not be into Beastmen, yet you have sex with them every day, multiple times even. You've begged them for more and thanked them for what they do to you. Your boyfriend even transforms into one when he's horny, does he not? What do you say to this?"

"Uhm, I'm working with a therapist on my aversions. I mean I don't really have anything against Beastmen anymore, but saying I pref-"The second, bigger bead forces its way inside me. Fuck! I am so screwed, in every sense of the word.

"And magical beasts, like the Cadejo?"

Ooooh, I'd almost forgotten about that. "That was disgusting! I would never go feral like that again!" I bite my lip against a fresh intrusion from the beads. Oh, come on! I thought these clamps were supposed to make me give honest answers! I point this out to The Krampus. He laughs and asks me if I believe the answers I'm giving, explaining the clamps stop me lying to myself, not to him.

"You lied to your boyfriend, multiple times."

"When?"

"Ying Mei." Another bead. "First time with your Stepdad." Next bead. "How many guys popped your anal cherry before him." THREE more beads! He continues listing people I've wronged, like the janitor having to clean up after me at school all the time, until only the final, massive bead is left. I put up a few weak defenses, but nothing prevents me from getting stuffed by the devilish toy. It's coiled inside me not entirely uncomfortable as I blink tears from my eyes. The Krampus snaps the book shut. "That's all I've got." I send a silent thanks to the Goddess. He walks over. "Though I do have one final question before we get started, if you don't mind." I don't and tell him so. He smiles, "This isn't a punishment. You're enjoying this, aren't you? Wishing I would do whatever I wanted to you, yes?"

I swallow, mouth suddenly bone dry. Oh Shit! I mean I'm not too scared of what's coming, no more than usual, but I'm not really looking forward to it. Am I? Fuck! Is there a right answer to this? I mean aren't I fucked either way? "N-no...," I sigh. He laughs and I make unintelligible noises while the last bead plants itself inside me. I'm still breathing through gritted teeth when the first slap of the cat o' nine tails rings through the room. I squeal, a red warmth starting to spread across both cheeks. The restraints hold, preventing me from escaping or avoiding the thongs' strikes. Sweat runs down my face, blurring my vision, salty in my mouth as The Krampus carries out my sentence with glee. Three, five, ten strikes of the cat against my naked flesh while I twist and scream in pain and shameful desire. I won't be able to sit for a week after this spanking. My tortured ass throbs with every beat of my heart, the pain amplified by the magical clamps around my nipples. I whimper, each breath sucked through my teeth while The Krampus puts the whip away. This is humiliating, but also, honestly, a huge turn on.

"So, what am I going to do to you first? Hmmm." He pulls a chair over, staring at me while sitting down. "I need to think." Without warning, the shackles release dropping me to the floor. The Krampus leans back, legs spread, cock hanging down. He crooks a finger at me. "Come here. Keep yourself busy until I can think of something." I start to stand but stop. I need to play this right, so I crawl over to him. He nods in approval. I stroke the deep red tool, feeling it stiffen but, mercifully, not grow any bigger. "Is that all you're capable of, Thrall? Are those lips broken?" I kiss the shaft from top to bottom, accentuating each one with a small touch from my tongue. He groans. I work his massive balls, too large to fit into my mouth, covering them with kisses and sucking on them while stroking his thick shaft. "Keep this up and I might...might allow you to drink my cum, if you earn the privilege."

I earn it. I swallow as much of him as I can and still use both hands to jerk him off. He's content to just lean back and let me do all the work. "Not bad. Not, Uhn...Yeah! You know your shit, Thrall." I keep it up, pulling out all the stops. Maybe if I make him happy enough, I can get out of this with only a night of crazy sex. No pain or humiliation. His balls tighten in my hands, his shaft swelling in preperation for his release. I brace for the first shot, determined to swallow it all when strong hands in my hair pull me away. "Keep jerking, Delinquent. I want to see you coated. And keep those lips closed, you don't get a treat." I keep it up, so does he, until my face, tits, and belly are covered in his jizz. Just before he finishes, he pulls on the chains, making me yelp. I take the last spurt right in the mouth. "Stupid Thrall! Can't follow a simple command! I'll have to punish you for that." He shoves me to the floor. I wipe my eyes to see him leaning back in the chair, cock still hard and ready. He pats his thighs. "Come, ride me while I allow it."

"And what rules must I follow this time, Master." I purr. He likes my attitude, grinning with sadistic glee while I crawl towards him. There's no use fighting it, might as well play along. I let the willing part of myself take over. No reluctance. No second guessing. No denying my desires. I wonder if my life would be easier if I just thought like this all the time?

"I must cum before you," he says. I nod obediently. "Not a drop of that mess on you must touch me, are we clear?"

"Yes, Master." At least one of those is going to be impossible. I'm not sure I can think of a position where I won't drip on him or smear his fur. As for not cumming before he does? I'm already turned on by the sight of his rigid tool, plus the clamps are enhancing my body's reactions so... I'm definitely failing this! I let that sink in, and it doesn't bother me at all. I want to be his slave, his toy, his completely submissive plaything. Maybe I have found my purpose. Or maybe the clamps are affecting me more than he let on, but either way I'm just rolling with it tonight.

Climbing into his lap is difficult while wearing the spreader bar. He doesn't offer to remove it, and I know better than to ask. I manage to get into a modified crabwalk position, one foot on each thigh, one hand on the arm of the chair, the other guiding him into my wet pussy. I can only think of a couple of guys that have spread me this wide before today. His cock fills me completely, matching the feeling of the beads packed in my ass. He feels so good sliding in, the clamps' magic amplifying the feelings. My breath catches, then comes out in staccato gasps. I need time to clear my head, to focus so I don't fail in my task. A sharp smack to my rear destroys any hope of that. "What are you waiting for? Get going, Prisoner, or I will add to your punishments." I ride him hard, taking him deep with each buck of my hips against his body. I try to ignore the rush of pleasure crashing through me, focusing on anything else in the room. The walls. The floor. The feel of his thick hair on my flesh. It's all for naught. In an embarrassingly short time I scream out one of the most intense, mind melting orgasms I've ever experienced. My muscles turn to water and I slide off him onto the floor, still twitching, overwhelmed by my release.

I offer no resistance while he lifts me up and lays me across his lap. He begins to remove the beads, slowly, teasing each one out while I try to recover my strength. Going in the beads were differing sizes, getting bigger the further down they went. Coming out they're all big. I grit my teeth, breathing fast while each one opens me up, the fresh pain mingling with the aching of my buttocks. "Can you do nothing right, Thrall? Now I must come up with more punishments for these fresh failures." As soon as the last bead pops out he dumps me onto the floor again. I'm pulled to my knees, forced to look into his blazing eyes while he decides my fate. He turns, presenting his rear to me. Oh, Shit! Is he expecting me to... Oh Goddess! I'm pushed into his crack and held there until I give in. I rim him like my life depends on it, working my hands around to jerk his still hard cock. Unlike me he takes forever to cum, blowing his wad all over the dungeon floor with a triumphant bleating. He pushes me down, ass in the air, face in the puddle and orders me to clean it up. While I do this, he kneels behind me, lining his thick cock up with my aching backdoor. I ball my fists, growling through clenched jaws while he pushes his monster shaft deep into me. He fucks me like he owns me. Hard, deep, fast while gripping my wrists, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. We both holler out when he dumps what feels like a gallon of spunk into my destroyed ass.

I collapse, barely able to keep my eyes open while he slips a collar around my neck. "Come," he commands. I somehow find the strength to crawl across the floor towards the door. I think it's the exit, but instead I'm led into a room full of toys and devices. I look up, panic and confusion warring on my face. He smiles. "This is the room for bead one. It's very tame." The door slams shut behind me with a menacing boom.

I can't describe everything he inflicted upon me that night. I was punished in all kinds of ways for things old, and new. Every challenge I fail, every order I can't do leads to something else being done to me. I can't win, even when it's not my fault. I mean I can't help it my collar snaps when he shoves his dick down my throat! Still I get pulled from room to room, introduced to new humiliations and punishments until the break of dawn. I quickly go from things I've done, to things I've heard of, to stuff I might try, to things I'd only let Wayne do to me and more. The Krampus seems to know endless kinks pushing me to my physical, and mental limits. Every time I think we've hit rock bottom, he opens a new door and shows me new perversions I would never dream possible. I do things I would never admit I'd even heard of, let alone did. Things I can never tell Wayne about. Things I'll never do again... with anybody... EVER! For a final degradation he locks me in a breeding bench and introduces me to a whole host of magical beastcocks. Gryphons, Cadejos, and Unicorns! Oh MY! Once I'm through debasing myself for his amusement everything goes black.

I wake up in my bed, naked, sore and embarrassed. If it wasn't for the redness, bruises and aches I'd think it was all a dream. I manage to down a few tinctures, shower, and stumble out the door in time for Wayne to pick me up for school. I don't say much, letting him talk about whatever he's talking about, lost in the memories of The Krampus. I can't believe that happened to me. I can't even wrap my mind around it. I wonder if he'll be back for me next year?

I wonder if it should bother me that I want him to....