Another commission as promised!
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All characters are 18 or above.
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Leyla found herself tied to the floor with old-school shekels and chains. It was impossible to see anything as the room was almost pitched black except for the torches on the walls. They shimmered peacefully, throwing little to no light on the lost girls.
Her head was still throbbing. Her vision far too blurry to make anything out. The freezing rock like floor beneath her was extremely uncomfortable. It took her a little time but, she quickly caught on why she was feeling so cold.
All of her clothes, were stripped clean. Leaving her fully exposed.
Adrenaline was already doing its thing. Coursing through her body, awaking her in an instant. However, her efforts were in vain. As she was tied to the floor, with a tight, metal collar wrapped around her neck.
Force wasn't helping.
Every yank at the chain just meant that she would choke herself harder. It was almost impossible to keep straight with how heavy the chains were. On top of being collard, her hands were also bound by two medieval looking shackles.
She was stuck. With no escape in sight.
The terror quickly found its way under her skin. Her shallow breaths weren't helping either. Rendering her lightheaded. Confused. Scared.
Leyla's body was shivering. Shaking like a twig, as her own head tormented her.
She shouldn't have gone. Hell, she didn't even make it to the actual party. One moment she was walking down a deserted snow covered road, the next she's in some sort of fucked dungeon looking place.
No phone. Helpless. Left to rot in the dark.
"H-Hello?! Why are you doing this to me!" she tried her luck.
Nothing but silence.
"I-Is anyone th-" she swallowed her sentence midway. Someone was coming. The footsteps got louder and louder.
Except... something felt off...
Those sounds... They weren't human. They sounded more like hoofs?
Leyla stood up, yanking at the chains once more. She pulled on them so hard that she almost fell, desperate to escape the hell she's been forced into.
"I see you're still getting accustomed to the playroom I've prepared for you."
A deep, unsettling voice. The type that made you want to run away and never look back.
"Why are you doing this to me! Let me the fuck go, you monster!" Leyla's cries echoed through the vast chamber.
"Calling your host a monster. Huh, how rude of you."
Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop.
The sound of the hoofs grew louder as the creature approached.
Leyal's heart was about to burst out of her chest. Her ears were ringing. Vision, even more blurry than before.
The fact that she was about to see her captor did not make her feel any better. In fact, all she wanted was to disappear.
"You've heard of the Krampus, my dear little girl, haven't you." his voice got softer, as if to mock her, "you've fantasized about this, oh so many times."
A freakishly tall, covered in dark brown hair, with horns and yellow eyes. The creature was even scarier than she had imagined. He was at least twice her size, with arms like tree trunks. His legs looked much like a racing horse. Muscular. Trained. And covered in heaps of fur.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, little girl." his hand wrapped around Leyla's chin, prompting her to look up at him as his claws dug deeper into her cheeks, "what a fine piece of meat you are."
"This can't be real. You're not real. None of this is fucking real!" the poor girl did everything in her power to resist, but it was all for nothing. Krampus just grinned at her, exposing his sharp teeth. He ran his tongue along his fangs, eager to get to the point. The intoxicating aroma of Leyla's fear was making him more excited than he thought.
With nothing more but a flimsy cloth covering his cock, it was painfully obvious that he was getting harder by the second. The mere thought of splitting the virgin before him in half... It took everything he had not to sink his claws in her pretty little head, forcing her to service him till she couldn't move.