A rotating tree 'stand'

Julia is stunned to feel herself turning after David flips the wall switch. The hook in the ceiling fixture is now rotating, with her trussed form in tow.

"Truly wonderful idea, dear!" says Joan to her husband. "I wondered what your surprise was going to be!"

"Yes!" agrees Eloise. "It will make it so easy to even out the decorations this year!"

Jean chimes in agreement. "It will certainly be much easier to decorate this way!" She looks at the horrified Julia and smiles evilly. "Here, let me place our candle here while I decorate!" She reaches forward before Julia rotates out of her grasp and lodges the candlestick in the tight confines of Julia's cunt.

Julia looks down, afraid of being burned by the still-lit candle as it flickers between her green-sheathed legs, just inches below her exposed pussylips. She moans pitifully through her gag for someone to put it out.

The pretty captive is distracted from the perilous flame by movement from the other side of her as she turns away from the center of the living room and the four well-heeled couples.

Julia's eyes go wide as her lighting, as well as her captors' outdoor decorations, now illuminate over a dozen adults outside the wide picture window. She slowly, inexorably, turns past them. Her struggles are in vain. She can go nowhere to flee the gathered neighborhood's collective gaze.

She is struck how they are gathered to gaze at her, standing in the cold, pointing and gesturing towards her as if she were a Fifth Avenue department store display. Most are holding styrofoam cups of coffee or hot chocolate from the local minimarts as they stand bundled up against the elements. She can see the steam rising from the cups, they are so close. She wonders how well they then can see her. A few have digital cameras and camcorders pointed to capture her every move. Her shame mounts as her pussy wets. As her rotor returns her to face the middle of the room again, she sees the couples are ready to place the ornaments on her.

The men, of course, are the first to add glass balls to her nipple rings. The hooked end of the ornament hangar is sharp against Julia's delicate aureole as Bert inserts the hook of the round green ball through her little ring. Dominic does the same to the other nipple, adding a red ball.

The three inch wide balls are very light on her nipples and hang from her jutting titties proudly, swaying with the motion of Julia's body.

As Julia braces herself for another trip in front of the window, she notices a new figure toward the back of the small crowd. She must be seeing things.