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Saturday, November 1st.
That was the day Noelle Holiday was supposed to leave for an educational trip to Ebott town. Of course, she never showed up, considering her mother sent a message stating that Noelle was pulling out of the trip.
Not that either of them knew that though. After all, it wasn’t Carol who sent that message.
Noelle Holiday was sitting on a bench at the bus stop outside of town with her travel bag sitting next to her late in the afternoon. She had booked a night bus, but she had arrived early to make sure she didn’t miss it. Tapping away at her phone, she was looking over funny cat videos and guides on how to break games when she felt a hand on her shoulder that startled her.
She screamed and jumped back, before noticing who it was- Kris.
“Oh cheezus! Kris! You scared me! Why are you here though? Just to say goodbye?”
Kris nodded, walking closer to Noelle as they did so.
“thought since i wouldn’t see you in a while i’d give you a gift before you go.”
Kris holds out a container with a slice of apple pie and a fork.
“i know it’s not much, but i thought you might want something warm and homely before you're gone for awhile.”
A smile takes hold of Noelle’s face, she quickly takes the pie container and opens it up. The sweet scent of an apple pie wafts through the air in an almost intoxicating manner, making Noelle’s stomach growl.
“It smells delicious! Thanks Kris.”
She starts scoffing down the pie as they sit next to her, between bites she swallows back her food as she notices the large bag Kris was carrying. She pointed at it with her fork while tilting her head.
“What’s the bag for?”
“hm? oh i’m just borrowing some tools from dad, got a good prank in mind. eat up, you don’t want it to get cold.”
Noelle pauses for a moment. Something about how they said that not sitting right with her.
“Why would you bring the bag here them- t- then? Why not just leave the bag at your house before *hic* you come- come here?”
Noelle started feeling incredibly woozy, the memories of being told to stay away from fermented apples by her dad coming to her as she looked down at the pie. Looking back up at Kris, who seemed concerned over something, she felt an odd fear. They stared at her with… a predatory look in their eyes, it reminded her of the look they got when they played a prank and she didn’t react properly.
She briefly thought about the idea of Kris having drugged her on purpose. (But it’s Kris! I’ve known them for as long as I’ve been talking, they… they must’ve just not known what fermented apples do! Yeah…)
Her mind felt extremely dizzy as she tried to stabilize herself, grabbing onto the bench armrest as she turned to Kris.
“Heeeyyy K- *hic* Kris? D- did you put sssome fer- fermented applesss in thisss? Dummyyy! I caaan’t eeeat thooossee!”
Kris looked at her for a moment before the concern washed off their face much to her confusion. They grabbed the container and fork from her and snapped the lid back on, and then set it to the side as they started digging through their bag. They pulled out what looked like hand cuffs and turned to Noelle.
In a swift motion they pinned her against the bench, adrenaline kicking through her body and then being subdued by her inebriation. They locked her arms behind her back with ease and then let go to grab another pair. Survival instinct overtook Noelle’s body as she bolted up from the bench, trying to run into the forest surrounding the bus stop out of town.
Kris bolted after her, the dizzy drunkenness making it so she couldn’t run in a straight line. They quickly ran her down and pinned her to the cold ground, her attempts to kick them off only assisting them as they grabbed her legs, pinning them together before hooking another pair of cuffs onto them. They brought her legs up to her locked hands, grabbing both with one hand as they brought her back up to the bus stop and set her on the bench.
Her mind raced to find something, anything, to stop them as they pulled rope out of the bag and linked her arm and leg cuffs together. Squirming on the bench she opened her mouth to scream for help, but was suddenly cut off by Kris holding her snout shut.
They took a belt out from the bag and wrapped it around her snout, tightening it before feeding the rest of the loop into itself. Noelle started crying, desperately trying to struggle free as they opened the bag wide, pulling out more belts and wrapping them around her arms and legs until she couldn’t even wiggle.
Noelle’s doe eyes went wide, locking with Kris’ to desperately beg them to stop. But in their red eyes she found no sympathy, just the same look they gave her as kids that made her want to scream. They looked at her like a possession, and her own fear was addled with a self disgust at how much she liked that.
They dragged her into the bag, zipping it shut as her whole world became darkness. She heard them grab the pie container and her travel bag, and then lift the strap of the bag over their shoulder and hoist her onto their back. She rolled around uselessly, trying to wiggle free in any way she could.
She eventually heard their steps return to cement, the clap of their shoes against the sidewalk telling her that they went back into Hometown. Her tears stained the bottom of the bag as the dizziness from the pie wore off, the dread in her gut only being stifled by the faint hope that this was still a prank gone too far.
She heard their steps go from sidewalk back to grass, and then slowly a familiar hum in the background filled her with dread. She started trying to do anything as the fear within her built up with every step closer to that place, memories of her sister gone missing as Kris and Azzy desperately searched for her around the shelter. Asriel’s tears and strained voice as he told his father that she went missing, Kris holding his hand as they choked back their own tears.
(Why?! Why are they bringing me here?! Please Kris! Stop!)
The ambient humming of the shelter drowned out her own thoughts as she desperately pulled at her own bindings. Everything stopping as she heard something get popped open, and then tapped into and finally… *chachunk*
Her brain stops, only restarting when the worst conclusion she could ever have come to occurs to her.
(K- Kris knows how to get into the shelter…? W- Why d- didn’t they tell anyone?)
She hears echoing steps onto concrete, a lightswitch flick and an old light coming to life as the drumming hum threatens her mind’s stability with every second that passes. She gets set down on something soft, Kris grunting as the bag is set down. They walk off, their steps continuing to get further away until she hears the shelter door close with another *thunk* that makes her flinch.
They walk back over to her and unzip the bag, causing her to blink away the sudden light as she stares up at Kris. She tries to stare up at them with hatred, but the sadistic smile they give her in response only makes her want to start crying again. They lean down and set a hand on her face that she tries to recoil from.
“You’re so beautiful like this, I can’t wait to make you cry more.”
Noelle struggled back her tears as Kris undid the rope binding her arm and leg cuffs, before throwing her over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. They carried her to a uncomfortable metal chair in the center of the room, and started strapping her in with various ratchet straps that were already attached to the chair.
They unlocked the cuffs behind her back, dragging her arms together above her head as she struggled the whole way. They reattach a cuff to her left wrist, dragging it down to the left armrest before hooking the other cuff around it. They then brought her right arm down to the other armrest, and strapped it on before doing the same with her other arm.
They unlocked the cuff on her arm and tossed it to the side before moving down to her legs and unlocking them. Noelle took the opportunity to kick them as hard as she possibly could, sending Kris flying back as she tried to wiggle out of the chair. She unfortunately discovered it was embedded into the ground, not giving in any way.
Kris looked up at her from where they landed a few feet back and laughed, it was unfamiliar to her in any way, but it felt genuine in a way that churned her stomach.
“gosh noelle, and here i thought you were being so obedient. i have to be honest, i actually would’ve gone easier on you if you hadn’t done that. it was a test to see how obedient you are, seems we need to catch back up on your training after i left you alone for so long.”
Noelle just felt confused at their statement as they walked behind her, she lifted her legs as high as she could in order to try and keep Kris from locking them down from behind, but was thwarted by Kris pushing them down by the ends of her thighs. She tried to kick at their hand as they bound her, but was stopped by them employing the same trick they used for her wrists on her ankles.
Finally, when she was fully strapped in, they walked in front of her, a menacing smile on their face as they pulled out their knife.
“stay still, you don’t wanna get cut.”
They put the knife at the collar of her shirt and sweater, slowly cutting down as she pulled back and held herself still. When they met the first ratchet strap they simply skipped over it, cutting back into the fabric and doing so for every one on her.
When they finished cutting through her clothes, they put their knife back in the sheath on their waist and started tearing at the parts they couldn’t cut through. Eventually they tore off almost all of her clothing, the only pieces left intact being her sports bra and tight women’s boxers.
“now that’s better. cute underwear, very practical.”
Noelle just turns her head away, closing her eyes and pretending they’re not real, that this wasn’t happening.
“oh you don’t want to see! fine i can work with that. i wasn’t gonna do sensory deprivation until later, but might as well if you’re gonna do it yourself.”
Noelle’s breathing accelerated, the voice she had spent years wishing she heard more was now being used freely towards her, and she couldn’t hate it more. It felt like someone in Kris’ flesh mocking her, but it was too familiar, too comforting, to disregard as a fake. It hurt her more than if it were a stranger to know that it was Kris doing this, the memories of the two of them playing as kids being tainted by the person so vagrantly disregarding her dignity.
She felt a blindfold get wrapped around her upper face and tightened, and could feel Kris leaning in close. She went for a headbutt, but Kris moved out of the way too fast for it to land.
“do that again and you’re gonna feel what it’s like for your antlers to get filed down slowly.”
Noelle feels dread well up in her soul from their threat, her antlers were still regrowing from last shedding season, so the velvet on them was extremely fresh and sensitive. She shakes her head, trying to let them know she won’t try it again.
“good, now let’s get to the fun stuff.”
Kris walks off to her right and starts digging through a box of something, she hears them let out a pleased note as they find what they were looking for and the sound of something vibrating sets off alarm bells in her head.
They walk back over to her, their presence looming over her as she doesn’t know what to expect. Then, suddenly, they shove a magic wand vibrator against her cunt on max power, drawing out a loud squeal as her legs struggle against their bindings to try and protect her.
Noelle shuffles around as much as she can as a heat quickly starts building up in her core, her hoof tapping against the floor repeatedly as muffled sounds of delight left her bound mouth without her consent. Not that there’s a lot of care for that at the moment.
Just as she’s about to reach her limit, Kris pulls the massager off, denying her gratification as they grab her snout and shake her head.
“geez, that quick? dess could at least last a minute or two, you barely lasted 30 seconds. good thing i know what to look out for when you start cumming otherwise this challenge would be over already.”
Confusion rushes through her head from both the mention of her sister’s name and the idea that this was some sort of game to them. Noelle attempts to garner their attention by making a noise of indignation to which they respond by rubbing the wand over her sex on the lowest setting.
“right, can’t speak. fine here, not like anyone can hear you scream anymore.”
Kris reaches for the belt on her snout and loosens it, pulling it off of her mouth and pushing her blindfold up as they take a step back.
“so, how do you like your new home?”
“KRIS! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
Kris just smirks at her as she starts chewing them out, slightly moving closer with every word.
“I can’t believe this! You kidnapped me! You cut off my clothes with a knife! Y- You assaulted me! Kris I can forgive a lot but this is too far! You even somehow figured out the shelter code! Why didn’t you tell anyone?!”
“because then someone would’ve found dess?”
“Wha-”
Kris shoves the massager against her again, cutting off her sentence by making her moan out in ecstasy. It was only when she was about to cum again that they pulled the wand off.
“yeah, dess was in here till Asriel brought her with him to college, so it’s been kinda boring. but now i got you! so now everything's gonna be great.”
Noelle’s pupils shrink, the idea that Asriel not only was a part of this but also kidnapped her sister was such a horrid accusation that she wouldn’t even consider it if it wasn’t Kris who said it, and so casually as well.
“I can’t believe you would say something like that! Asriel mourned Dess as much as we did! He cried for her and brought flowers to the shelter almost five times a week until he left-”
Noelle cuts herself off as a sick feeling wells up inside of her and makes her want to puke.
“yeah, that golden child lover boy facade he has going on is pretty convincing isn’t it? but here, look, why would this be here if what i said wasn’t true?”
Kris holds up a pet collar, too big for a cat and too well made for a dog, or at least it would have to be an extremely beloved one. But the most damning part of it was the antlered tag, which read:
December Holiday
“Dess”
If found, please return to Asriel Dreemurr.
XXX-XXX-XXXX
Noelle felt dizzy, not just from the hangover or the aftershocks of the adrenaline or the edging that left her crotch a soaking mess, but from the utter world breaking revelation that her sister was not only alive, but had been kept hostage under her and everybody else’s noses. Used as relief again and again by people she thought she knew and cared for, slowly breaking day by day as search efforts slowly dwindled down to just Noelle searching up her name on occasion, only getting a list of celebrations every time.
The idea that both Asriel and Kris kept smiling at her, kept living normally while her sister slowly crumbled into something unrecognizable drove bile up her throat and caused her to puke up over herself. Chunks of the apple pie and empty phlegm caked into her fur, the unbearable feeling of liquid going up her nose accompanying it. The acid taste on her tongue only worsened the disgust, and she looked up at Kris who had a disturbingly pleasant smile on their face that she would’ve done anything to see a little more than an hour ago.
“Y- You can’t keep me here like Dess! Someone- Someone probably knew you were going to see me off right?”
Kris looked her in the eyes with a growing amusement, the lack of visible concern on their face making her heart drop into her stomach.
“oh sure, i told mom i was seeing you off. on your month-long trip, which no one will have expected you to have been taken from before you even started.”
“B- But the trip caretakers! They’ll report that I didn’t show up!”
“what do you mean? your mom pulled you off of the trip, didn’t she tell you? oh wait, she didn’t know either. oh well.”
Noelle feels panic try to well up, but an unsettling numbness takes its place instead. She tilts her head down as she tries to process the situation. Kris in the meantime walks over to a room behind her, coming out with a couple paper towels and wipes and starts cleaning the bile off of her fur. She almost wants to feel appreciative, if not for them being the cause of this.
“Why… Why now? Why not take me away earlier? I’m sure there were other opportunities.”
“oh, well it’s no nut november and your trip lined up with it. so it was convenient. plus, you’ve grown into your body better.”
Noelle paused for a moment, shaking her head in astonishment at what they just said.
“Wait, so what? You’re just gonna edge me for a month and let me go?”
Kris gives a sadistic smile as they lean down into her face, the only things that keep her from attempting to gore out their eyes with her antlers being the threat from earlier and the fact she’d probably die from dehydration before she escaped her restraints.
“i guess yeah? but by that point you probably won’t want to leave on your own, and even if you do, you do know what the first of December lines up with, yeah?”
Her eyes slowly open wide as she recalls her mother telling her to pack her hormone blockers so she doesn’t go into heat on the trip back, the idea of being kept on the edge of cumming for a month on top of the first unadulterated heat she would’ve had… ever drives her to her limit.
Tears start streaming down her face as she turns to Kris, giving her best begging doe eyes as she opens her mouth.
“Kris, please. Please just let me go, I don’t wanna break down here. I won’t tell anyone I promise, I- I’ll do your homework, schoolwork, I’ll… I’ll be your girlfriend! J- Just please, don’t do this to me!”
Kris looks her in the eye, and all hope drains from her face as the look returned was not one of pity or hate. But LOVE.
“aw, it seems the little doe finally figured out how badly she’s gonna break! well, almost, i have a few other tricks first. speaking of…”
Kris turned around and walked past the couch they set her down on, turning towards a cupboard next to the staircase down and opening it. They take a metal ring on a strap and a- (Is that a ball gag?!) -red ball out of the cupboard before shutting it.
“Azzy left a bunch of toys down here when he left, though i’m gonna be using this one in an unintended way so it might expire its warranty, heh.”
Kris watches as Noelle deadpan stares at them with disgust in her tearful eyes.
“oh well, soon enough you’ll be laughing at my jokes like your life depends on it.”
Kris tilts Noelle’s head up by an antler and places the ring gag against her lips while they look down at her like filth. She briefly closes her eyes, her mouth opening and closing slightly over and over again until she relents and hesitantly opens her mouth, the ring slightly catching on her buck teeth before it gets set at the front of her jaw, pushing against her gums and keeping her mouth open.
They latch the ring gag onto her face before setting the ball down on the table next to her. They reach down their pants, causing Noelle to dread what they’re about to do before they pull out a cloth, confusing the deer girl as they grab her snout.
Kris grabs the ring gag, pulling her head forward as they shove the large cloth beneath it and then pulling it through, pinning it to her face and covering its entirety. Noelle retches as the smell hits her nose, every breath she takes being laced with the smell of an almost nostalgic body odor and hints of apples.
“Ar yu rying hor horure he?” (Are you trying to torture me?)
Is what Noelle mumbles out of as she confusedly looks at them. Kris pulls down her blindfold, plunging her back into darkness as they walk back a bit.
“i assume that was a question about the cloth, so i’ll tell you about it. Azzy didn’t get too in detail, but essentially that whole marking thing your species does has this weird like… conditioning thing?” Kris pauses for a moment, thinking on how to explain it. “oh! you remember when alphys did that whole thing on stockholm syndrome? basically your body will force you into that if you get used to my scent enough, can’t live without it.”
Noelle remembers her mother making her learn about pairing, how deer monsters bond to specific people and get almost reliant on the scent of them, unable to bring themselves to go after anyone else once they have a partner. Typically it takes years of constant exposure in order to really take hold, but considering how quickly she's gotten used to the rag on her nose she feels as if Kris just drove the final nail in her coffin.
She lets down her head, tears welling up in her eyes as she almost laughs at the futility of even trying at this point. She knew she was pathetic, but to know that all it takes to really break her was a basic understanding of her anatomy and a clever eye on her schedule makes her want to give up.
“alright i guess that’s most of the prep done, now it's just time and effort i guess. how about we go till you piss yourself? oh, and seeing how i don’t want you dead give me a sign when you need water or something.”
Kris takes the wand off the table, setting in against her clit and turning it on the lowest setting. Noelle tries to buck her hips into it, but the bindings make it so any attempt at movement is useless. She feels needier and needier as they deny her orgasm repeatedly, the length of time it takes for the slight vibration on her clit to build up properly only to be taken away again makes it unbearably painful.
Noelle tries to hide her moans and responses to get them to accidentally let her go over the edge and ruin the game, but no matter what she does they seem to be able to stop just before her climax like they have a sixth sense for it.
“Azzy let me watch him play with dess sometimes, even let me play with her myself when i got older. he taught me all the signs to look out for when a dumb little doe tries to cum her brains out without permission, so keep trying to hide it, it’ll only make it sweeter.”
Noelle was breathing heavily now, every breath laced with their stench filling her lungs. She couldn’t hold herself together as her body shook and pulled at her bindings repeatedly, only getting a break when Kris decided to get her some water.
They pulled her blindfold back, and unlocked her gag. They set a water bottle up to her lips, and put their hand on the back of her head as they tipped the bottle back, helping her drink it down. Once they pulled the water back, she let her head fall down, suddenly getting shocked by the sight of their erect cock close to her face. They had pulled it through their boxers and slacks’ zipper when it started getting too uncomfortable to keep confined at some point during the endless edging.
Noelle pulled her head back in disgust, an insult crossing her mind and leaving her lips before she even thought about the possible consequences.
“Really thinking with your dick huh? Aren’t you manly.”
Kris’ face deadpans, staring down at her with anger.
“W- Wait, I- I didn’t mean it like that!”
Kris pries open her jaw and locks the ring gag and rag back in place, pulling down her blindfold as they stomp off back to the tool box they had dug the wand out of. Something heavy clunked against several other items in the box before Kris took it out and carried it over to her.
The sound of an angle grinder made her ears pin to the sides of her head as she repeatedly shook her head and let out muffled apologies hindered by the gag, the sudden sensation of them grabbing the velvet on her antler making her thoughts go blank.
“Ease” was the last attempted apology she eeked out before they started sanding down one of the still growing nubs on her right antler. For a few moments it felt like nothing, then her mind screamed at her with every warning it could as the agony from her antler drove directly into it.
“AHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAHH EASE EASE EASE RIS! EASE INE HARIE INE HARIE STA EASE!” Incomprehensible begging and screaming filled and echoed throughout the shelter as Kris pressed the grinder harder against her antler.
Noelle’s brain tried every single plea and noise it could to get them to stop, shaking, pulling, her head desperately trying to pull away from the grinder. Her feet kicked to the ground as her voice went hoarse and reverberated off of the gag; Tears streaming down her face made a trail in her already damp fur like running mascara.
As the helplessness and claustrophobia from being completely confined as well as the painful denial that they’ve been teasing her with for hours both mixed into the unbearable agony pouring into her mind, eventually something snapped.
Kris suddenly took the angle grinder off, about one third of one of her antler nubs having been turned into a bleeding mess. As Noelle attempted to catch her breath- the agony from her antler making her wince with every exhale -she picked up on the fact Kris was laughing at her through her brain fog.
“o- oh my angel!” Their laughter slowed down as they started pulling in deep breaths. “noelle, i knew you had some masochistic tendencies from how you used to react when i pranked you or when you “secretly” rubbed your thighs together when we watched a horror movie. but nearly cumming from me sanding down your antler? you’re better than i thought!”
Guilt overwhelmed Noelle as they mocked her, the return of the painful sensation of once again being denied confirming to her what they were saying. The most agonizing moment of her life almost made her cum.
“alright, it’s getting late. let’s clean you up in the bathroom and then get you to your new room.”
Noelle felt too weak to fight back anymore as they unlatched the straps on the chair and shoved her limbs into arm and legbinders, connecting them together in a more comfortable loop than the impromptu one they kidnapped her with.
(Oh Angel, am I really rating these things?)
She was dragged along the cold concrete floor into the room they had grabbed the towels and wipes from earlier. It turned out to be a bathroom, and Kris took off her blindfold and unlatched her legs from her arms as they set her down on the toilet, cutting off her boxers and bra with their knife.
Noelle felt even more exposed and vulnerable than she did before, closing her eyes to ignore them staring at her as she did her business. After they helped her clean up and bandage her antler, Kris reconnected the binders and dragged her by the connecting point over to a door.
When they opened it she almost recoiled from the smell that somehow bled through the cloth on her nose, widening her eyes at the countless five mark tally counts scrawled across the walls. Kris set her on top of a twin bed that was shoved in the corner, old, grey fur strewn across the entire sheet and room.
“yeah this is dess’ room, she took a while longer for Azzy to break than you will, but that’s because he learned everything from scratch.”
Noelle’s eyes took in the small room, the remnants of the sister she thought lost strewn about it. The various carvings in the walls slowly degraded in comprehensibility until one final message was carved into the floor, surrounded by a heart, with a broken antler still embedded in the floor where the message ends.
“I LOVE ASRIEL”
Kris hooked Noelle into the bed frame by tying the binders into a rope that connected the headboard and footrest. They leaned down to her face, giving her a kiss on the cheek before walking away.
“Goodnight Noelle, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Once she was alone she struggled for a little while, before eventually giving up. The only comfort was the long forgotten smell of her missing sister, who she imagined coddling her as she cried herself to sleep.