Decorating the Tree

"How about this one, honey?"

The dark-haired man looked her choice over before shaking his head. "Almost, but not quite. See there at the bottom? It wouldn't last."

She looked again. "Oh. I see, yes. How silly of me." She slipped an arm around his waist and laughed. "Can you just see the kids' faces if the tree fell down in the middle of Christmas?"

He laughed, a full, deep-throated sound. "I don't think they'd like it too much."

"Especially with Roger bringing that new pet he's so proud of."

The small talk goes on as they move down the row of trees, their arms wound around each other, both of them keeping an eye out for the perfect choice. They turned a corner and saw it. Young, tall, and green with an almost regal look to it. All they had to do is wait for the young man standing next to it to leave. An exchanged look was all it took for them to agree that this one would be just right. They moved closer a little at a time until they heard what they had been waiting for.

"Stay here a minute, Julia. I'll be right back." The young man gave a young lady nearby a peck on the cheek before moving off, nodding to the older couple on his way past.

They smiled and moved closer to their choice, the graying woman going so far as to wish the young man a merry Christmas.

The dark-haired man reached into his pocket, then waited for the younger man to disappear behind the trees. A minute later he tapped the young lady on the shoulder. "Julia?" He waited until she nodded, then smiled. "Oh, good. I'm supposed to help you load the tree up. The gent that sent me over had to use the rest room. Which one was it?"

She visually relaxed and turned to point it out. "This one, this one right her---" Her words were cut short by a chemical soaked rag. A short struggle and she slumped into the arms of the older couple. It took only moments for them to slip into the role of worried parents carrying their ill daughter to the car.

Julia was groggy and disoriented when she came to. It took her long minutes to realize that it was more than just dark - she had some sort of blindfold on. And what was that clicking noise? Her question was answered when she felt cold metal against her wrists, then the clicking sound again as the cuffs tightened.

The thought of asking what happened crossed her mind but was stilled almost immediately. She had moved her tongue to work up saliva and had encountered the smooth roundness of a ball gag. She heaved a heavy sigh.

The older couple laughed. Julia lowered her head to her hands, pressing her palms into her eyes. How did she end up in this situation? How much further would it go? She had no way of knowing. Unless... A split second later the blindfold was in her hands and she was squinting against the glare of a bright spotlight.

"Here, now... We tried to save you from that." The woman. She squinted in the direction of the voice. "Really it might have been better if you hadn't taken that off. Less distressing." The older woman came into the light and took the blindfold from Julia's limp hand. Then she smiled. "My name is Joan, and this is David." She gestured toward the dark-haired man, who held up a drink and nodded. "You'll be our guest for the holidays."

Julia shook her head and tried to speak around the gag.

"I'm afraid so, young lady." David this time. "You'll be the center of attention. If you would just look down you can see why."

Her natural curiosity aroused, she looked down at herself. Her eyes squeezed shut and she loosed a groan. Her clothing had been replaced with a deep green skintight outfit stretching from her neck to her ankles, cut out around her breasts and open around her crotch and ass. She had been right about her ankle restraints - cuffs attached to a short chain and adorned with sleigh bells.

David set his drink down and lifted her to her feet. "Look again, my dear." She couldn't resist. Her startling blue eyes opened one at a time and she looked down at herself.

'This isn't so bad,' she thought. 'It's slimming, and kind of flattering.' She turned to get a look at her ass, almost losing her balance again, not used to having her legs chained wide apart.

Joan laughed softly and steadied her with a hand to her hip. "Be careful. You're not supposed to decorate yourself."

Julia looked to the couple and made a questioning sound. Then it occurred to her that if she looked around she might get a better idea of what was to come. Down first - each foot at either end of some sort of box, almost a short pedestal but too big, that was filled with dirt. She shook her head. Now to either side. A box filled with assorted tools, and a comfortable looking living area. Plush carpeting, leather furniture. They must live in a nice area. She looked up, her head tilted at an odd angle. What is that? She leaned forward, then back, finally realizing there was some sort of star with a hook attached to the ceiling. A half turn to see what's behind her and there's... blackness. A window. Her back stiffened and she looked to David and Joan. She was being put on display!

"Oh, yes, dear." Joan smiled and nodded. "We always put our tree where our neighbors can see. They enjoy it almost as much as we do." She patted David on the shoulder. "Time to put it up, don't you think?"

"Of course, dear." He came closer still, his breath against her arm. "This part won't hurt a bit. You'll just have to stretch a little." One hand encircled both her slender wrists and he lifted them easily, climbing a small stepladder to stand behind her. Julia tried to lower her arms, her head shaking, but he easily lifted them again. "A little more..." She was lifted to the tips of her toes, then heard a soft scraping noise and was lowered again, the handcuffs slid over the hook on the star.