Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01

... was minimal, dim, so he found a switch and turned on a string of brighter lights before he took a few steps into the space.

There he got a good look into the cells.

The residents were undoubtedly human, very pretty, and naked girls, but also reindeer. It was truly astounding, and arousing.

And they all started talking and screaming at once.

He ignored them for several minutes as he continued to examine them, one-by-one. They had all been modified in the same ways, but as they were all different people, or animals, or pets, whatever, their markings were all uniquely applied. He could see that each was an individual.

On signs hung above the cage doors, were their names. Prancer, Cupid, Vixen, Dancer, Comet and Dasher.

That was amusing actually, and despite their racket, which was getting on his nerves, he chuckled.

He paused and squatted to look past one of them, into their room. It certainly wasn't a stall or even a prison cell. Actually, it looked like any small hotel room one might find in France. And off to the side he spotted a bathroom in each, with a tight shower a toilette and a sink. All the comforts...

The only odd aspect was the doorway. It had a small barred and locked hatch, that's why he had pegged it as a cage door.

The opening was only about a meter square. The girls had to kneel to look out, or crawl in or out of their rooms.

He stepped over toward Vixen's stall, and examined a couple of items hung on pegs next to the ...

... door.

There was a red leather leash, just like the one he had used at home for his dog. And there was also a strappy harness, also in red leather. It looked kind of like a horse's tack. Interesting. Clearly it was intended as a harness for a human reindeer.

His examination of the facility complete he focused his attention back to the reindeer, themselves. He decided to think of them as that, rather than girls, women, humans or pets. Although 'pets' was perhaps easier, and more appropriate. We'll see what Morgan likes, he decided. He took a step back so he could see all of them, and they could see him. "Alright. Quiet!" he yelled as he swiveled his glare from one to the next.

It took them a while to settle down, and a couple of them were wiping at their eyes. They'd gotten so worked up they were crying.

"Just be nice. I'm not here to hurt you, nor will I set you free. That's not in the cards."

A couple of them resumed their vocal complaints, so he quieted them again, more loudly and authoritatively, in his Marine command voice.

He also stepped back over to the main door and grabbed a riding crop that he'd seen hanging next to the light switch. The sight of the whip was also effective.

He wondered if they'd felt the sting of the thing on their asses, before.

"I can understand that you're upset..."

"Upset? We're furious!" one of them screamed.

"Look what they did to us!" cried another.

He sighed, and held up his hand for silence. "Girls, what's done is done, ...