Merry Christmas




"Wha-mmmpphhh?" He tried to ask 'what's going on', but Melanie's long fingers
gripped his cheek as her palm pressed tightly against his mouth. Her thumb
pushed his jaw shut. She leaned against him, pressing him against the wall,
and managing to hold him upright as his legs slowly lost their strength.

Her other hand playfully draped his already limp arm over her shoulder as if
he were embracing her. Which also helped camoflauge them from any passerby who
might peek back here.

"Shhhhh my love." she whispered in his ear between nibbles. "Don't worry, it's
not a proper sedative. Just a mild paralytic. I don't want you to sleep
through this. You'll be able to fully experience every delectable moment of
your abduction.

He barely had the strength left to moan in protest as she giggled. "Now now,
none of that darling. You needn't be so modest. You're PERFECT."

Susan came awake slowly, coaxed by long, graceful fingers teasing her breasts.
She sighed in sleepy pleasure, stretched, and then suddenly she struck. She
whipped her powerful arms around her lover, squeezing Melanie against her.

Melanie squeaked in surprise as she found herself imprisoned in a tight,
lustful bear hug.

"Mine?" Susan cooed, her eyes only half open. Her legs closed around Melanie
now, furthering the fleshy bondage. She squeezed her so tightly that the girl
could only grunt and gasp.

The now fully awake woman rolled so that she was lying on top of Melanie. She
gazed down at the lovely vision, and grinned with predatory possessiveness.
"Mine." she insisted, nodding.

"Oh yes." Melanie breathed when she was able to do so. "Oh yes my own one.
Yours in helpless adoration." But she had forgotten for a moment what she'd
been about. "Merry Christmas Slave Goddess. I've brought you a gift."

She started with tape, first a few strips over his mouth to seal it shut, then
a slightly less sticky type wrapped all around his head.

"I don't want it to hurt too much if and when we take this off." she
explained. She gazed into his frightened eyes, and tried not to listen to his
muffled pleas for help. Because she didn't want to get too excited to finish.

There beneath the tree lay a slightly twitching, softly moaning gift wrapped
form. Susan stared in delighted shock for a moment, then clapped her hands and
let out an almost childlike squeal of glee.

"Oh my God!" She took an uncaracteristically hesitant step towards the
struggling, red and green striped mummy. "You didn't! Is it..."

"An American." Melanie confirmed. Her owner/lover/partner had always wanted a
young American Tourist to call her own.

Alerted by the voices, their prisoner's squirming became more pronounced. He
managed to roll onto his side, bend at the waist and start getting into a
sitting position.

Susan smoothly knelt by his side and pushed him firmly back down onto his
back. One hand pressed against his chest, holding him prone, and the other
rested on his crotch, supporting much of her weight.

She felt their new toy shudder, and closed her eyes in anticipation. She
reveled in it for a moment, then lowered herself down, stretching out on top
of him. "How long has he been wrapped?"

She sat on his hips, and carefully pulled off his shirt. His limp form gave
her no trouble of course. Then after a moment of decision, she stripped him of
the rest of his clothes as well. She tucked small pillows in the crooks of his
arms to cushion them, before winding red colored cling wrap around him,
anchoring his hands on his hips, and working up around his shoulders. Up and
down, three times. Then more padding between his legs (and a small gentle pat
of his cock) and she did the same there. Three times around his feet, up his
legs to his pelvis.

But she wasn't quite done yet. Next came the narrower, green pallet wrap.

"Not too long. I took him from a town a few hours away. While you were...out."
She smirked an evil, seductive smirk when she said 'out'.

Susan sat up quickly, gasping with mock indignation and horror. "You! You evil
thing, you drugged me!" She grabbed Melanie by the throat, and dragged her
down beside the boy and pinned her down. With her other hand she gripped his
throat, though more gently. He didn't need punishing just now after all.

"Naughty, naughty girl. For that you shall not be allowed to help unwrap the
present."

Melanie pouted. "But I had to make sure you didn't wake up and spoil the
surprise."

Susan switched her hand from Melanie's throat, to her mouth. She let her
attempt to protest futilly while she put her own mouth close to the ear of the
boy. It was covered with wrapping, but she supposed he might still be able to
hear.

"I'm going to uncover your eyes in a moment." she said. "Because I want you to
see what I'm about to do. I hope you enjoy it. If nothing else seeing this
wicked creature get what's coming to her should be satisfying no?

He grunted, as if in agreement. It could have been anything, but she chose to
take it as such.

Susan knelt astride Melanie's head, pinned her arms with her legs, and settled
down on her face.

"No ple-mmppphhh!!!" Ignoring her (not really, she loved listening to that)
she easily moved the boy so that he was propped up against the wall. Then she
carefully and gently unwound the wrapping from the top of his head, revealing
his eyes. They were blue, and rather pretty.

The lights were dim, but still she had to give him a chance to adjust. Which
was fine because she liked watching it. His eyes focusing on her, taking her
in. Her powerful yet curvy figure. Her thick dark hair, her green eyes.

"You belong to me." she said softly, stroking his forehead. "And you belong to
her too."

"Mmmpph!"

"But then, she belongs to me. And I suppose in a way, I belong to her." She
leaned forward and kissed him just between his eyebrows. "You'll learn your
place my precious. You'll learn to love us both and properly. We're going to
be a family you see."

She could see the fear in his eyes and smiled kindly. "Don't worry love.
You're safe now. We'll protect you and keep you."

She sat up, removing herself from Melanie's face, who immediately gasped in
oxygen. Weakened by her ordeal, she could barely resist when Susan dragged her
over to the couch. There, she settled herself behind the slender, elfin
redhead, and siezed her in a scissor hold, trapping her arms.

"Please don't Susan." Melanie croaked. "Please, I'm sorr-mmp!" One of Susan's
strong hands clamped mercillessly over her mouth and nose, and her other arm
snaked around her throat. She held her tight. So tight.

"You can't talk right now." she hissed. "You're all mine remember. Mine to do
with as I please. And I please to weaken you now. And only when I decide, will
you be allowed to breathe. But you will still not be allowed to help unwrap
our boy."

She looked at him. "Oh don't worry darling, this is a game." She allowed
Melanie to nod, and hoped he saw the twinkle in both their eyes. "Why should
she get to unwrap you anyway? She got to wrap you."

Then she sat, alternately looking down at her immediate captive, and up at the
gift, while Melanie tried oh so desperately to scream, with both mouth and
nose blocked.

"I love that sound." she instructed. "You'll love it too. From yourself and
her. Sometimes in stereo."

Finally she released Melanie, who was now too weak to even protest as she was
cinched tight in the leather straps kept close by. One above and below her
breasts, one each at her elbows and wrists. Then her ankles, knees and thighs.
Finally a panel gag. All buckled snugly. And all were padded. Kinky the girls
were. Ruthless in their desires. But not actually sadistic.

"Of course I'll let you watch me unwrap him. I'm not that cruel."

Then back to him. The wrapping came away from the rest of his head, and the
tape from his mouth.

Melanie had prepared many things for this moment. One of them was a cup of
water, which Susan put to his mouth. Instinctively he drank what she gave him.
Then he tried to speak.

"Please let mmmmphh..." His protest had been a soft plea, cut off by her kiss.
She let him know with that first kiss, so many things. Her hunger for him. Her
dominance over him. And how gentle and loving she could be if he aquiesed.
While he recovered from that, she carressed his lips, then pulled off her
t-shirt. The next time he opened his mouth to beg for release, she stuffed it
full with one of her breasts.

"No." she said firmly. "Some day we will let you speak to us. But for now,
since we know all you'll do is ask to be let go, or even to call for help, all
you will be permitted to do with your mouth is kiss us, pleasure us, and of
course eat and drink."

She pulled her breast from his mouth, and swiftly replaced it with her
t-shirt. "Now don't spit that out lover." She went to work on the rest of his
wrapping, and let him stretch just a bit before hugging him as tightly as she
could. She wanted him to feel her body pressed to his. And she wanted him to
know just how strong she was.

"You may struggle if you wish treasure." she invited, grinning. "Let yourself
feel your helplessness. Aquaint yourself with the constricting, inescapable
embrace of your owner."

And he did. And as she'd hoped, she could feel his cock responding. She sighed
happily. "Best Christmas ever."

Epilogue

They led him to the table, Melanie gripping his left arm with both hands,
Susan holding his right wrist, with his arm wrapped around her waist. Her
other hand was clamped tightly over his mouth. At the table was a wonderful
breakfast that Susan had prepared. They sat him down into the chair and
strapped him in. Padded restraints for his arms and legs, one around his
waist, another his chest, and even a collar. There was a gag attached to the
chair as well, but that was hardly practical for breakfast.

They took turns feeding him, cooing endearments to each other and him as they
did so. Then after the meal, Susan went and got a well thumbe volume, while
Melanie applied the gag.

"Story time." Susan giggled. She settled into his lap. "We printed these
stories out from Deviant Art and all over the internet." she explained to him.
"Fetish stories of love, and abduction and bondage." Melanied stroked his hair
and looked adoringly down at them both. "These will help you learn your place.
And how to love us better."

And she began to read.

And They Lived Happily Ever After