IX.

Santa woke up and realized that he had been moved out of the taffy bed.

He was now lying on his back, his head enclosed in a wooden box. There was a round hole on top covered with black silk. The whole thing sort of looked familiar to him. What did it remind him of?

Oh yeah. A toilet.

He tried moving his arms and legs but found them dead. I’m trapped in a fucking toilet.

Through the wooden box, he heard the clip-clop of Kay’s high heels. Here she comes again, coming to continue her sexy torture.

Clip-Clop. Clip-Clop.

She was getting closer.

CLIP-clop.

She was only a few feet of way.

CLIP-CLOP. CLIP-CLOP.

Then another sound: Kay clearing her throat.

Santa squinted when the black silk was moved. Through the squinting, Kay’s face appeared above the hole, like an angel framed by a halo. His eyes moved to her stunning cleavage.

Then Kay smirked, cleared her throat a little more, and then spat on his face. The gob of phlegm splattered against his nose, clogging his nostrils.

“Rise and shine, honey bunch,” she said. “I hope you appreciate my morning throat-jelly.” Kay cleared her throat again and spat onto Santa’s lips. “Taste good?”

Santa tried moving his face to get the mess off him but to no avail.

Kay said, “I know you’re probably worried about not being able to move your arms and legs and I’m real sorry I had to do that. It’s temporary or at least it should be. I used some venom I took out of the black belly of a tarantula and it’s usually pretty harmless in the long run. Usually.”

Santa felt weird talking to her while his head was trapped in the wooden box but he said, “Where am I? What are you doing to me?” Her loogie dripped from his lips into his mouth and Santa swallowed reluctantly. It tasted like gooey mint-flavored jam.

“The answer to your first question, well, you’re in my bitch-box. I suppose your next question would be ‘what’s a bitch-box?’ so I guess I’ll answer that one, too. A bitch- box is a box where I keep my bitches. And you’re my bitch now. And to answer your other question, about what I’m going to do to you.. .I’ll let you figure that one out. I’ll just have a seat while you think about it.”

And with that, Kay moved her face away from the hole and stood up. She pulled up her skirt, pulled down her pantyhose, and placed her pale, plump ass onto the hole, blocking out the light and giving Santa an intimate view of her anus.

Goddamn, you’re kidding me, right?

He stared at her brown pucker, hoping to somehow get her off the box using only his willpower.

But then her anus winked at him.

“Time’s up,” Kay said.

Santa’s throat constricted. He closed his eyes.

Oh no. No. No. No.