Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01

... and I can't change it. I'm just here as your caretaker until the party."

"The party?"

"The Christmas party," he said, trying to sound accommodating. But then he resumed in his command voice. "But no more questions. I have no answers. I'm just here to get a quick look at you. Then I'll leave you alone, again."

When one of them tried for more questions, and another resumed complaining he again, ordered, "QUIET!"

And the volume and force of his voice finally got their attention and they shut up and even cowered.

With things under control for the moment, he began really looking at them, through the bars of their cage doors. They were all sitting or kneeling behind the bars, looking at him, and the more he saw of them, the more fascinating they became.

They all wore red, leather collars, and on each their name was spelled out on a brass plaque. Each collar also had a ring dangling at the throat from beneath the plate. Annoyingly, each collar also had a series of large, golden jingle bells mounted around their circumference. Three on each side. And they jangled as the reindeer moved. The things had added to the racket of their earlier tantrums.

He grabbed a leash, and stepped back over toward Vixen's cage door.

She was no different form the others, he just liked her name.

Reaching down he unlocked the door to her cage and opened it, stepping back to make room.

"Please come out, little Vixen. And be nice," he asked, calmly.

She remained kneeling in ...

... her stall, just looking at him. "My name is Katja."

He leaned down to look directly at her. "Pretty name, but it says 'Vixen' on your stall, and on your collar. So that's what it must be. Please come on out, Vixen. Now."

He stood up and looked around the room, the other five reindeer were watching closely. "Your names are whatever it says on your collar and your stall. Don't bother me with anything else. Please answer to your reindeer names."

He heard a couple of them groan at the idea. He couldn't blame them, but again, he had no control over previous events.

Mark realized he was being harsh, but he'd learned long ago, in the military, that it was a lot more effective to start off hard, and lighten up later, than the other way around.

When he looked back down, Vixen was crawling out of her room. She had to back away and drop her head down, to clear the top of the doorframe with her antlers in order to exit through the restrictive opening.

And then he realized that the girl had antlers! Just like a real reindeer. He counted a total of ten points, impressive. He hadn't really noticed the things before; the tops of their heads had been hidden by the short doorways.

He watched as she made her way out on her hands and knees. Her whole body seemed to be painted, or perhaps tinted a mellow brown color, and it was dotted with white spots and blemishes, similar to a real deer.

And when her back-side cleared the door-way, he saw that she had a cute, fuzzy white ...