Pristine snow crunched beneath the booted feet of Lieutenant Ariel Hand as she trudged towards what appeared to be a sleigh on the edge of the brightly-lit village just ahead, a tricorder musically warbling in her hands. Two figures were seated in the old-fashioned vehicle, the closer of the pair a rotund man dressed in red with a lengthy beard and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. In contrast the other was almost inhumanly thin, ribs visible due to its lack of clothing, and was more animalistic, horns arcing up over his head and possessing hooves instead of feet.
The sight of the creature made Ariel freeze, tricorder slipping from a loosened grasp, and the rotund man looked up as silence fell, pulling a long scroll from under his seat.
"Come closer Ariel. It might take a moment to find your name."
The lieutenant grinned at the merriment in the man's voice, a pleasurable warmth growing within her, and took a few steps. "Ah. Oh dear. It seems you've made the wrong list this year."
Ariel went to back away as the creature rose to its full height and stepped down from the sleigh. It towered over her and the lieutenant glanced at the rotund man, at Santa Claus.
"What is it?"
"That is the Krampus, my naughty child."
A sudden whip-strike tore a long line down the front of Ariel's blue tunic, the stitching of the dress-like garment easily parting under the whip's caress, and the Krampus hissed to itself in amusement as Ariel cried out.
More strikes followed, the Krampus dancing around the fear-frozen Ariel, until she was left in just her boots, body free of all else. Santa Claus leant back in the sleigh, eyes devouring Ariel's shapely figure, before sighing to himself in disappointment.
"You could've been good and then this would have been only good too."
The lieutenant had little time to ponder his words as the Krampus' whip slashed across the cheeks of her ass, a thin red line appearing in the aftermath. Staggering forward her movement was halted when she came into contact with the creature, bouncing away from its hirsute chest and falling to the snow.
There was another round of sibilant laughter and Ariel's eyes widened as she started to climb to her feet, noticing the hardening male appendage between the Krampus' legs.
"It's over now dear. You either struggle or accept it. He won't care either way but it will change your experience."
In the brief moment it took for Ariel to glare at Santa Claus when he spoke the Krampus had stepped in front of her, lightly swatting her hips with a birch rod until she was kneeling. With a jerk the Krampus thrust its cock forward, swiftly bringing its whip down again on Ariel's ass to get her to do the same. The burning pain forced a scream from the lieutenant and she nearly gagged upon inhaling the Krampus' penis, feeling it sitting heavy on her tongue.
Using birch rod and whip the Krampus controlled Ariel's movements, the pain from its strikes gradually turning into warm pleasure. She whimpered as the Krampus withdrew from her mouth and tensed as its birch rod scraped along the length of her spine, anticipating what was to come. More swats from the rod had her shifting onto her hands and knees, the Krampus' hot breath tickling the back of her neck, and she stiffened as it sheathed itself deep within her, both letting out a cry that seemed to echo forever. A rhythm was soon reached and Ariel began taking part, rolling her hips so she could feel more of the Krampus inside her. With a deep growl the Krampus reached round to grab a breast, squeezing the orb until it almost hurt, and hauled Ariel upright until her back was flush with his chest.
A whistle of appreciation came from the sleigh, followed closely by the Krampus' hissing, and the sound of metal hitting the ground had Ariel opening her eyes. Ancient-looking manacles were in front of her and the lieutenant looked at Santa Claus in confusion.
"I haven't seen someone with your reaction for centuries. Neither has the Krampus. Wear the manacles and be with us."
There was a touch of authority in Santa Claus' voice and Ariel gasped when, upon touching the manacles, the Krampus hilted itself within her, overwhelmed by a sudden orgasm. The Krampus began snorting as Ariel closed first one cuff around a slender wrist and then the other, nearing its own release, and then the Krampus' snorts transformed into being a vaguely-familiar whistling.
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Snapped out of the dream, or was it a nightmare?, by reality Lieutenant Ariel Hand bolted upright in her bed aboard the Constitution-class U.S.S. Cardolain. The alarm, the source of the whistling, was still going and she slapped at it until there was silence, rising from the bed and crossing to her wardrobe. A row of blue tunics was inside and she selected one, pulling it on as she padded over to her desk terminal, her orders for the day displayed on the screen. The Cardolain had been orbiting the still-unnamed ice world for a week, sending down landing parties each day, and now it appeared that it was Ariel's turn to head to the surface...
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