Rampusnacht

Thumping footsteps and clanking metal woke Gretchen, and she scrunched up her face in disgust. It was just the kind of petty nonsense her aunt delighted in, waking her at some ungodly hour when she knew she'd been out late. She'd been sleeping in front of her fireplace with the floral couch and decorative crockery for three nights now, and had immediately started counting down until the family Christmas was over. She should be in France with her friends, not stuck in a tiny Bavarian backwater waiting to meet up with family she couldn't care less about. To make things worse the one bedroom apartment was never meant to house two people, especially when one of them was a devoutly by-the-book dragon who disapproved of anything not explicitly decreed by a pope. She was almost nineteen, she could smoke whatever she wanted, especially after her date had stood her up. She deserved something nice after her hopes for a fun night and somewhere else to sleep were dashed.

The thumping and clanking was directly in front of her now, her aunt clearly had no intention of letting her sleep past dawn. Gretchen gritted her teeth and pulled herself up, bracing for another sermon. But when she opened her eyes it wasn't her aunt standing over her. He, and the thick cock hanging between his legs gave no doubt it was a he, towered over her, his horns almost scraping the ceiling. His naked body was thickly furred, covered from head to cloven hoof in the black bristles of the goats that climbed the slopes. He had the head of those same goats, but his eyes were human, the irises the same golden colour as the clanking chains he held in one hand.

Gretchen stared dumbly at what was clearly Krampus, the horned punisher from the childhood stories, and wondered if perhaps she'd smoked a little too much last night. Krampus settled onto his haunches, Gretchen unable to avoid watching his swinging cock as it descended to eye level, dirty thoughts rising unbidden even as fear urged her heart to beat faster. Her gaze was forced upwards as he seized her long loose hair to roughly yank her face towards his. His golden eyes fixed onto hers, and she felt herself pinned in place by something more than his physical grip. His pupils flicked back and forth like he was reading a book, and then his mouth opened to reveal rows of stark white fangs and a lolling red tongue.

"Naughty."

The word was issued with a finality that caused her to flinch involuntarily, and she didn't immediately move when she was released from the grip that held her. She didn't react until the golden chains flashed forward to shackle her wrists together, her whole body pulled painfully to a standing position as the chains raised her arms above her head.

"Ah! What, I ha-" Her attempts to speak were brought to an end by a metal bar appearing out of nowhere to slide itself between her teeth, more chains tightening to hold the gag securely in place.

"Naughty."

That one word seemed to be all the explanation she was getting, the animated chains dragging her over to the stairs to secure her arms to the balusters above her head. Gretchen did her best to twist around and look at the room and the monster she had her back too, getting a brief glimpse of Krampus holding a bundle of birch sticks before his other hand seized her hair to turn her head back around. Gretchen didn't know what to feel, she had enjoyed some rougher stuff before, but being flogged with a ruten was going to be a new experience.

Her heart jumped and she let out a muffled cry when sharp claws shredded the back of her pajama pants and her underwear beneath. She jumped again when they returned for a second pass, removing all the tatters that still obscured her behind. Fear danced with arousal in her stomach as she stood exposed, anticipating the first blow from the flog.

She didn't have to wait long, the bundle of sticks announcing their approach with a whistling of air that gave her a brief second to tense before the impact. She shouted into the gag as the blow landed, squeezing her eyes tightly shut against the stinging pain. A second blow landed on her other cheek, Gretchen arching her back as the pain was renewed. She continued to shout and sob into the cold metal as Krampus set her butt on fire with every blow, the individual blows increasingly lost amid the lingering sting of their predecessors.

Tears stung at the corners of her eyes when the blows suddenly stopped, Gretchen letting out one final sob when the expected next blow didn't come. Instead the chains twisted, Gretchen tottering on unsteady legs as she was spun round to face the beast. Claws reduced her shirt to tattered rags, exposing her nipples standing tall atop her small breasts. She sobbed again, the first of the tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched Krampus raise the bundle of sticks once more. She shrieked into the gag as the sticks raked trails of fire across her sensitive breasts, and with what remained of her capacity for thought wondered how her aunt had not heard her yet. The sticks came whistling back to rake her breasts again, the tears dripping onto them doing nothing to soothe the pain. Twice more the ruten scathed her before her punishment was done, Gretchen crying grateful tears as the pain was allowed to fade at last. Her weak legs offered no resistance as they were nudged apart to allow the sticks to rub across her lower lips, only shuddering as one brushed past her clit. Krampus raised the bundle for inspection, and she could just see through bleary eyes and the curtain of blonde that had fallen in front of them that it came away wet.

"Naughty."

The gag fell from her mouth, which continued to hang open as the chains allowed her to sink gratefully to her knees, only flinching slightly as her butt met her heels. She was happy to accept the respite, and whimpered slightly when a hand gripped her hair once more. When her face was tilted back up she was shocked to find it two inches from his cock, no longer hanging but jutting proudly out from his crotch. She swallowed as she realised what was coming, it looked even bigger than it had before.

The enormous cock moved forward to press against her lips, and she did her best to allow it access. It fit, somehow it fit, though it was stretching her jaw much wider than any other cock she'd ever had. She ran her tongue around it as best she could, but it was too big to allow her much room to work. Krampus didn't seem to mind, he just kept one hand firmly but not roughly on her head as he fed more of his cock into her mouth. He was soon at the entrance to her throat, and she seemed to only be halfway there. Fear gripped her again as she worried he would suffocate her, and she began to struggle against his grip. The grip on her hair tightened, the pain a clear message to stop. She stopped struggling and looked into his golden eyes, silently pleading for mercy. Whether it was in response to her pleas or not she couldn't tell, but he changed his approach, tilting her head further back to fit a little more in, but not forcing his way into her throat.

She said a silent prayer of thanks when he withdrew, apparently satisfied with the depth he'd achieved. He pulled back until only the head was encircled by her lips, and she flicked her tongue all around to show her gratitude. He let her continue for a few seconds before pushing forward to fill her mouth again, stopping at her throat once more. The distance gauged he began to speed up his thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. She didn't know how long he fucked her face for, but with her jaw stretched so wide it felt like a very long time. She had only a moments warning of a change in his intentions when he paused almost completely out of her mouth, before rushing forward with extra force. He didn't stop at her throat this time, instead pushing the first inch of himself into it. Her eyes bulged and she tried to flail at the unexpected intrusion. His inhumanly strong grip held her in place for two long seconds before she was released, coughing and dribbling spit down her chin.

She was allowed a few seconds to breathe before she was lifted into the air by his large furred hands, the chains shrinking to only the shackles binding her wrists. Effortlessly he carried her over to the couch, her back hitting the cushions as he lay her over the arm. He tore away what little remained of her pants and eased her legs apart, exposing her wetness to him. His enormous form hunched over her, and that long red tongue lolled out of his jaws. Gretchen held her breath and hoped she was reading his intentions right. She let out a cracked moan as his thick wet tongue began to slide all around her pussy, behaving more like a strange appendage than a tongue. It poked and tickled at her folds, folding over on itself to spread her wetness all around. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled back when the sinuous mass slid inside to fill her with strange sensations, like a heavenly mixture of a thick cock and skilled fingers.

The direct stimulation on the back of the rough treatment had her dripping wet and ready to come, just a little longer and she'd get what her date should have provided. The tongue withdrew, Krampus straightening up, and she could have screamed her frustration. She tried to, opened her mouth to protest again, to beg him to let her finish, and got a large furred hand clamped over her mouth for her trouble.

Her eyes widened as she felt something poke at her entrance, and looking down could see him lining up his cock as he prepared to take her. She trembled as the enormous head ran up and down her entrance, taking on her wetness. She couldn't swallow it all, her jaw still ached from trying, what was he expecting from her pussy? The enormous fingers of his free hand spread her lips apart, giving his cock a slightly easier entrance. He took that entrance slowly, repeated small pushes working on getting just the head inside her, forging a path for the rest of his cock to follow. At last he gained the entrance he desired, the thick head of his cock having finally stretched her wide enough. Krampus took a moment to move his hand to grip her thigh, the other remaining firmly clamped over her mouth. Gretchen took a moment to brace herself.

Once he had a secure grip he began to push deeper, more short thrusts taking him deeper and deeper inside her. Gretchen's mind spun as she tried to come to terms with the overwhelming fullness, there was nothing she could compare it too, it straddled the border of pain and pleasure in a way she'd never known. Krampus seemed to be having no such problems, apparently thoroughly enjoying every inch of her pussy he stretched to the limit. After many thrusts he came to a stop not quite buried to the hilt, he had filled all the space her pussy had to offer. The hand over her mouth grabbed her by the throat as he began to fuck her in earnest, his thrusts quickly building in speed and force. Gretchen could do nothing but try to breathe as best she could through the choking grip and savage fucking, drooling slightly as her mind melted from the rough pleasure that was almost enough to take her over the edge. Breathing grew more difficult as his grip on her throat tightened and the pounding grew somehow rougher still, each thrust now slamming into her with a force she felt certain would break something. He made no sound to indicate he was coming, just squeezed until her lungs burned and dots danced in front of her eyes. Even through the lack of air she could feel him exploding inside her, a thick spreading warmth beginning deep inside her and quickly flowing outwards to drip down her butt and thighs.

The pressure on her throat lifted and she gasped and choked on great lungfuls of air, only noticing his withdrawal when the last of it popped out to let her battered pussy relax. She could feel a river of warmth flowing out of her to ruin the couch beneath, but couldn't even begin to bring herself to care. There was one thing she did care about though, and an attempt to shift to a better position sent her tumbling to the floor. She lay there groaning quietly, letting her aches fade as the heat between her legs overcame them. Flopping over she could finally reach her fingers down to the sensitive mess that was her pussy, her questing fingers soon coated in supernatural come. It was all she could do to keep a hand over mouth as she extracted the pleasure she needed, her orgasm followed promptly by another coughing fit. No sooner had it subsided than she fell into an exhausted sleep.

Gretchen awoke to thumping footsteps and the deliberately loud clattering of pots and pans, her aunt already busy in the kitchen. She cracked one eye open to take in the first rays of dawn shining through the window, and found she was lying at the foot of the couch, her makeshift bed in front of the fire abandoned. Confusingly, her clothes were intact and the couch showed no signs of the stains she was expecting. She was ready to dismiss the night's events as a particularly vivid dream when the rug caught her eye. Burned into it, and facing her empty bed, were two cloven hoofprints.