The nightmare before Christmas
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The nightmare before Christmas
Snow, everywhere. It laid taller than she could reach, roads were blocked and the electricity had gone out hours ago. With the windows and doors on the bottom floor blocked, there was nowhere she could go, and no way for her family to reach her either. Katya knew by now that she would spend Christmas on her own, the last spark of hope had gone out with the power, and now, with the sun setting and the rest of Layleaux darkening below, she couped up in her bedroom to escape the dark. She lit candles, dozens of candles, all around the room, and she locked the bedroom door. Even she didn't know why, but it felt better that way, she felt safer now.
- JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE ALL THE WAAAAAY!
Katya jumped at the sudden noise, and suddenly found herself regretting her choice in ring-tone for the holidays. She didn't want another reminder of it, not now. Regardless of such thoughts, she was glad to know she wasn't forgotten, and hurried to pick the phone up. Much to her surprise, she found the small display on her cell phone dead, pitch black. Surely, the phone couldn't be dead, right? It was ringing and vibrating in her hand. "Oh great. You too, now? Traitor," the girl muttered, in a tone dripping with sarcasm. She wasn't happy to discover that her phone was dying now too, but at least she still had her landline. Or so she thought.
"Winterfrost Fetish Fashion, Katya speaking." She should've perhaps expected it, but there was no response. Just a vague buzzing noise met her ear as the earpiece touched to her sensitive hybrid ear. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She frowned to herself, why would someone call and not say anything? This certainly wasn't a day to be making prank phone calls! But then, only seconds after she asked that question, came a loud, screeching noise. Not only did it startle the girl into dropping the phone, it was loud enough to leave her ear ringing and it didn't stop. Even when the phone clattered to the floor, she could hear that screeching. An eerie, mechanical howl that just seemed to grow louder, and louder. The girl hurried to her knees to hang up, she repeatedly pressed the button, but nothing happened, the sound just wouldn't stop!
As suddenly as it started, it stopped. She could see the display flicker, and then the phone turned itself on, apparently. The screen lit up and everything seemed to be back to normal. "You have /got/ to be kidding me," she muttered. "My phone is haunted now?" The girl snickered at the thought, and folded the phone back down and set it back on the night stand. It was still fairly early in the afternoon, but during the darker months of the year, there really wasn't much light to speak of, and once the sun began setting, it grew dark very, very quickly. Outside, she could see the last of the sunlight vanish beneath the horizon, and without the city illuminating the dark, it really became pitch black. She couldn't even see past her windows. The ghostly howl of the cold wind, the subtle creak of wooden walls, she could hear every single noise now, and if anything, it was starting to creep her out.
Certainly, it was a good thing that she had invested in wireless internet and a laptop, because at least this way, she could keep herself busy for as long as the battery would hold. She set the laptop down in bed, and comfortably crawled in with it, laid on her tummy with her legs lazily kicking behind her, occasionally colliding with that ever restless tail of hers.
The computer started up fine, she had almost three hours of battery time left, she checked that before doing anything else. 99% full. Much to her surprise, the screen went black the same instant she connected to the internet, she could hear the fans running and the faint noise of the hard drive working, but there was nothing on the screen! "Not you toooooo!" the girl whined, and in her frustration, she slapped her palm down on the keyboard hard enough to make the laptop bounce on her soft bed. It didn't help, the screen was still black, and then... there was that mechanical screech again. The lights in her ceiling flickered on, her cell phone began ringing again, and at the same time, her stereo was turned on. This was all too much for the girl's sensitive ears to take, and she pressed her hands down over them, she cringed in pain and she pressed her face into the pillows to somehow attempt to escape the noises. This time, it lasted perhaps thirty seconds, and then it disappeared again. The lights died down, the stereo was turned off, and the screen on her laptop turned itself on.
- You have one, new, message.
She didn't even dare look at first, surely, the power company must be doing something to fix the grid, and these things are just symptoms of that. That's what she tells herself when her eyes finally open and her fingers glide towards the touch pad to click the little email symbol and bring up her new message.
"From: [email protected]
Subject: YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN!
This Christmas, you belong to me."
Usually, she would disregard this as spam, she would delete it and go about her business without another thought on the subject, but this, together with all these other strange things, made her feel very ill at ease. She couldn't bring herself to stay online any longer now, and so she turned the laptop off and folded it back together to set it aside.
Hours passed, and nothing happened. There were no more odd signals, the electricity didn't flicker, nothing. Even her candles were starting to burn out now, one after the other died down, and soon she was only left with one, right at the side of her bed to help her read. She had undressed now, she always slept in the nude, and now she could just barely keep her eyes open. Within moments, she was fast asleep, the book remained open for some moments longer, in her hands where she laid curled up, but as it fell closed, the last of the candles was blown out. Unknown to the girl, the book was being pulled out of bed now, it was set aside on the floor, and something was moving in her bedroom. A quiet rustle against the wooden floor would make her aware of this, if not for the fact that she was sleeping now.
Thin, black strands were moving into her bed, no thicker than her little finger, rope-like, rubbery things. If not for the dark, one would see the covers shift as the many dozens of tendrils snaked their way towards her, each of them moving as if they had a mind of their own. They began to quickly wind their way around the girl's limbs, around her wrists, her ankles, her tail, thighs, her elbows, but the movements were still so soft that she didn't actually feel it happen. Not until they began to reposition her. A sudden, violent tug yanked the girl onto her back, and in the next moment, her arms were pulled in behind her. Her eyes snapped wide open, and a sharp startled cry escaped the hybrid's muzzle as those things pulled her arms together behind her back, so tightly that she could feel her elbows touch.
It all happened far too quick for her to even have a chance to struggle, as her arms were laced together this way, criss-crossed with these black, rubbery strands, more of them were winding their way around her legs, yanking her heels up against the backs of her thighs and binding them in place. More of them were wrapping around her neck, around her chest and waist, even around the bed itself. Once they had her, they seemed to slow down, though. She could hear the bed creak with the strength of the many cords that were winding their way around it, pulling her down against the mattress by her neck, her arms, and her legs, that were slowly being pulled apart. "Someone ple--" she tried to cry out for help, but before she could utter another word, the loops around her throat pulled so tight that even the slightest noise couldn't get through. She panicked, naturally, but there wasn't a thing she could do. She couldn't move at all, she couldn't even breathe, and even worse; she couldn't see what was going on!
Her struggles were barely perceptible as such, little wiggles of her toes and fingers, the subtle twitch and jump of her hips and the side-to-side shake of her head in a silent, desperate protest all felt so utterly useless. She was so rigidly held by these things, and it was progressively getting worse. The ones about her arms and torso were weaving some kind of web around her, she could feel it all too clearly, the hexagonal shapes that were forming along her front, the tightening pressure of those cords about her chest as they began winding their way around her breasts. Then, as her muzzle opened in a desperate gasp for air, the devilish bonds seemed to grant her that wish, but on a single condition. The cord about her throat loosened enough for her to breathe again, but at the same time, something was being forced into her wide open mouth. It was a thick ball of some kind, one that seemed to lace itself into place, with more cord winding around her snout and around her head to keep that thick, rubbery thing in her mouth, effectively gagging her.
Now that she was silenced, and properly immobilized, the lights in her room flickered again, she never had a dimmer installed, but the light was most definitely dimmed now. She could hear those things rustle along the floor and along the silken sheets, but still she couldn't see anything, because her covers were still on. All she could see was the silhouette of her own body, her widely spread legs, and the subtle ripples where those tendrils moved. Even her tail was laced down against the bed, not a single part of her free to move, apart from her ears, of course. Her nostrils flared, she was breathing quickly, heavily panting to regain her breath after those moments where it was stolen from her. The girl's silvery eyes were wide open, she tried to see who did this to her, but there was no one else in the room. A sudden gasp escaped her then, as she could feel the cords continue to tighten, they were winding around the base of her breasts now, squeezing around them, tighter and tighter.... Winding turn after turn around those supple mounds, distorting their shape and pushing them up into a pair of taut globes atop her chest. The trapped blood in those mounds forced her pierced nipples to grow stiff, the small, pink nubs instantly reddened by the cruel pressure. Even the brush of her silken covers against them felt like a sharp jolt, rather than a soft, cool caress due to the increased sensitivity, and it became clear to her then, that these things were beginning to pull her covers off to the side of the bed!
How could this happen?! What was going on?! What were these things?! A thousand such questions were racing through her mind now, as the covers slid off of her body to reveal what they had done to her. A tortoise shell harness was being formed around her torso, a hexagonal shaped web that pressed into white and grey fur, these black strands indenting fur, skin and flesh alike with that firm, unyielding pressure.
More of those black cords were wrapped around her legs, her ankles, thighs, and calves, those rope-like tendrils extended from the sides of the bed to either leg, pulling them apart, and up. Her knees were nearly at the same level as her chest, and her small feet trapped against the back of each thigh. Of course, one of these harnesses can't be properly made without passing between the legs, and this is what the girl would be made very, very aware of in the next moments. This, as opposed to most of the ordeal, happened slowly. She could clearly feel two of those strands slink downwards, from her navel, two more from around her back, over her hips to draw diagonal lines towards her exposed folds. Her teeth pressed into the gag as the first two twined about themselves on their way down, and a loud, high-pitched whimper filled the room as they were felt splitting her labia, firmly grinding down between her legs, slithering against her clit and the ring pierced through its delicate protective hood. It didn't stop there, of course, those two tendrils had now become one, and were sliding onward, in between her buttocks where a firm knot was pressed to her tailhole, to force another little gasp out of the poor, helpless girl.
The other two were moving in time with the first pair, but instead of pressing down between the lips of her sex, they pressed down on the outside of them, forcing them apart only the slightest little bit, only enough that she felt that slightest bit more vulnerable, enough that she could feel the cooler surrounding air caress the heated inside of her damp, pouty lips. She was no stranger to bondage, even very intricate Japanese bondage was fairly familiar to her, but this was something entirely different. These ropes, if you could call them that, were clearly alive, they had a mind of their own, and whenever she tried to move, kick her legs or twist her arms, they would tighten around her to keep her still. Despite the wild, panicky thump of her heart against her chest, despite the fearful quiver in the girl's slender frame, she was beginning to grow wet, the scent of her arousal was rapidly filling the room and it was only a matter of time before it would reach her own nose.
This would most certainly drive her crazy before long, if she was already aroused, how would she feel in an hour? In two hours? She whimpered at these thoughts. Would she be let go tonight? Could she ever escape?
No one could find her there; no one could get through the snow.
Would she even make it through the night?
....to be continued.