Punishment for the Baroness

[VictimEyes]

Teaser: Well, ......... yeah, ........... - punishment for the baroness.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

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Punishment for the Baroness



Under my diligent supervision and exacting direction, my servants erected my tall and robust Christmas tree and then meticulously decorated it to luxurious perfection. Every last detail had been planned out in my imagination and now my vision had come to life before my eyes.
"My husband will not be disappointed either."
Contented, I then went about conducting other business, as did the servants. Several hours had passed and the onset of dusk darkened the sky.
Having fulfilled their duties and having been dismissed for the day by me, my servants departed into the looming darkness and began their trek down the steep hill to their homes in the village below. I closed and bolted the heavy birchwood door behind them after the last of them had cleared the threshold.


The glow of seven thousand lit candles illuminated my estate to a golden orange luster as I walked to the parlor, sated and quite pleased with myself.
I sat beside the massive hearth in a chair that I regarded as the throne of an empress and began slowly sipping fine cognac from a crystal decanter and snifter. The fire in the hearth lovingly warmed the whole of my body as though it too served me dutifully.
Hundreds of candles entertained me with tragedies and comedies through the dancing shadows they cast against my furnishings.
I sat, very comfortable and smug, basking in my opulence.
Dusk became night and my cognac became scarce as I sat reading beside my magnificent Christmas tree. I had read halfway through my newest book, a biography of Theodora and Justinian (a favorite love story of mine) before deciding that I would retire for the night. Feeling relaxed and slightly intoxicated, I slowly rose to my feet and began making my way upstairs.
I climbed the staircase and traversed the long hallway to my bedroom. I executed my usual night time routine, ritualistically letting my hair down, removing and storing my jewelry and the changing clothes into a nightgown.
I fluffed the pillow and exposed the mattress, entirely ready to slide myself under the bed linens and fall asleep.


The dreadful sound of cracking, splintering and splitting hardwood echoed through the house with increasing volume, culminating in a deafening, explosive collision.

Having now had a new alertness and sobriety forcibly imposed on me, I charged out of the bedroom to investigate what I'd heard. I stormed down the stairs, exclaiming "What is the meaning of this!". I explored the entire ground floor and found nothing until I'd reached the servant's entrance to the house. The heavy door had been violently unhinged as though struck by a battering ram and laid on the floor in front of me aside splintered pieces of the jambs. I stood proud and angrily demanded "Show yourself!".
Troubled by the eerie silence I received as a response, I decided that I would arm myself with one of the irons from the fireplace. I moved as quickly as I possibly could, hastily turning the corner into the parlor.

There, the demonic eyes of the Krampus acquired me.

Stunned by fear, I stood silent and motionless as he leapt across the room at me, generating a clap of thunder as he landed. He now stood directly in front of me, two meters tall, growling and snarling.
I was able to take only one tenuous step backward before his hand reached forward in a motion too quick for my eyes to even perceive it and took an inescapably firm hold of my ear. As I struggled in vain to free myself, he gesticulated his hand into my view and extended a long talon from the index finger. He brought the talon to my eye and spoke in the voice of the devil himself

"You will stand still"

Overcome by a primal and mortal fear, I brought my arms to my sides and obeyed him. His talon tore my nightgown to ribbons without ever cutting my flesh, leaving me stark naked in front of him. He released my numbed ear and moved slightly backward, almost smiling as he examined my trembling naked body.
With the speed and sting of a bolt of lightning, he struck me with a Birch bough across my face, sending my body spiraling down to the floor. I landed face down and before I could recover, the weight of his body had descended upon me, pinning me in place.
While the fires of hell burned hot in his eyes, his cold body chilled mine. His hands took hold of my shoulders, freezing me in place, as though in the coil of a snake that kills by constriction.
He spoke again

"There is but one suitable punishment for you."

Despite all the muscle my body involuntarily clenched, his icicle cold penis parted my buttocks and invaded my rectum. He inserted it into me, slowly and methodically, testing me, learning what hurts me most. I shouted out shrieks of agony that no one could hear as he ravaged me. He grunted animalistically as he stretched his scrotum on my body at the end of every insertion. The floor beneath my face grew wet from my tears. He inflicted impossible pain on me, thrusting himself into and out of me thousands of times.

His grip on me tightened to bone crushing force, he roared like a dragon and unleashed his cold, biting semen into me, leaving me feeling as though my loins were being consumed by acid.

Finally, he withdrew, released me and stood. I rolled over onto my side and looked upward, in the hope that my suffering was at it's end. His genitals had been stained dark crimson by my blood and feces.
He spoke one final time as he turned and departed

"You ..........are nothing but a whore in a tavern."

[Shocker]

Krampus is gaining more popularity world wide. But as he is declaring punishment, wouldn't it have been appropriate to voice a challenge of her misdemeanor?

[VictimEyes]

Perhaps, Shocker^,
But, just like her heroine, Theodora, The baroness's only real crime is that she used her pussy as a means of getting what she wants from life.(which I intend to present in future stories) . Maybe not admirable, but certainly not an atrocity either. That is why the Krampus didn't condemn her to hell, banish her to purgatory, or gut her or otherwise kill her. - He punished her for being a nouveau-riche wealthy woman who enjoys being a wealthy, powerful woman.