Artic Circle of Trust
It had all been arranged.
Randolph the Brown-Nosed Reindeer, Santa's consigliere, was a known player in the caribou flesh markets.
An abandoned stable. Iron restraints trimmed with care in finest ermine. Greasy gloved hands on tender antlers.
The rape stable had been luxuriously appointed. Sophisticated track lighting, hay; caribou erotica, fake icicles, more hay; mirrored stable ceiling. Hoof!
"Hold him, Randolph! Hold him! Dance, Dancer! Dance! Dance! Ho, Ho, Ho!"
What happens at the Pole stays at the Pole, my bro-bro.
Date Written: March 29, 2007 Author:Master Bates Average Vote: 3.5
Comments:
03/30/2007Will Disney: Good morning! This reads a little like William Gibson.
03/30/2007Klause Muppet (3.5): I enjoyed: "The rape stable etc..."
I didn't care for the last line though.
04/2/2007anonymous: this disgusts me and also gets me in the Christmas spirit. Confound you, Bates!