Page 8 of Trapped in the Christmas Cabin
“Ican’t press any button—Ilost the remote!”Kellisaid, but the robot didn’t seem to hear her.
Desperateto get away, she tried to roll off the table, but the robot’s long fingers were firmly twisted in her bra and panties.Next, she tried to squirm out from under the pinching fingers, but she couldn’t get away.Andnow the massage was getting really painful.
“Stop—stop it!”she begged the robot.“Can’tyou hear me?Ilost the remote!”she shouted, giving up on trying to be subtle.“Please—you’re hurting me!”
“Allright, that’s enough.”Klaus’svoice was closer now and when she turned her head, she saw him striding across the room.Hisgolden eyes widened when he saw the mess she was in.“Whatthe ever-loving fuck?”he growled.Andthen he grabbed the robot’s arms and tried to pull it away from her.
“Ouch, that’s not helping!”Kellimoaned.“It’sthe fabric—its fingers are twisted in the fabric!”
“Right,”Klausgrowled.“Thenwe have to get you out of these.”
Therewas a tearing sound and suddenly the painful sensation of fabric cutting into her waist eased abruptly.HerKindredProtectorhad literally ripped her panties off!Kellihad fantasized about that, but never in this context.
Therewas a cool breeze on her ass and pussy, but she barely felt it—she was too busy trying to get out of her bra.
Luckily,Klauswas really strong.Hetore the straps right off the bra and then somehow managed to get the back strap open as well.Kelligasped in relief as the searing pain and constriction in her lungs eased at last.
“Comeon, baby—roll towards me,” she heard him say.Hewas on the right side of the table and the robot massage therapist was on the left.Blindly, she rolled towards the sound of his voice and he caught her and snatched her away from the table.
Cradlingher to his broad chest, he looked down at her anxiously.
“Hey, are you all right?Thefuck was that thing doing to you?”
“I…Idon’t think it meant to hurt me—its fingers just got twisted in my underwear,”Kellipanted.Whichmade her realize that she was now completely bare.“Oh!”she gasped, and tried to cover herself with her hands.Unfortunately, there was a lot to cover and her hands weren’t that big.
“Don’tworry about it, sunshine—you look beautiful,”Klausgrowled.“RightnowIjust want to get out of this room.Lookat that thing—it’s still going.”
Hejerked his head towards the massage robot, which was still working on nothing but air.
“Ihope you’re enjoying your massage at the maximum intensity setting,” it said happily, just as thoughKelliwas still on the table.“Soonit will be time to flip you over and massage your front.”
Kellishivered at the idea of those long, pinching fingers working on her breasts or nipples.ThankgoodnessKlaushad been in the room with her to rescue her!
“MyGod, that thing is awful,” she breathed, shivering as she looked at the robot.
Klausshrugged.
“Notgonna sayItold you so…butIdid kind of tell you so.”
“Yes,Iknow.”Kellisighed.“Canyou take me back to the dressing room soIput on some clothes?”
“Sure.”Hecarried her back across the room and deposited her in front of the changing booth.
Asshe got dressed,Kellinoticed that there were red marks on her shoulders, back, thighs, and waist.Theywere painful, but she knew it could have been much worse.
Theelf dress fit differently with no bra on under it and it felt strange to wear the striped stockings with no underwear on beneath them.Shewas glad she still had the fur coat she could wear to cover herself.
Whenshe came out of the changing room, the robot massage therapist was still twiddling its long fingers in mid-air.Rememberingthat the disembodied voice had asked for her input,Kellispoke up.
“Hey—you really need to work on this aspect of theChristmasVillage,” she shouted into the air.“It’sdangerous!Youeither need to hire real massage therapists to work here or you need to reprogram your robots to listen to verbal cues—not just use the remote.”
“Whoare you shouting at?”Klausasked, frowning.
Kellishrugged.
“I’mjust giving feedback—you know—like the floating golden sparkle voice asked us to.”
Hesnorted a sound that was suspiciously like laughter.
