I was lying in bed, having just another nasty dream. My nipples were hard and sore. I wanted to reach up and touch them with my fingertips, but in this dream, I couldn't for some reason. I licked my lips and moaned in feverish sleep. I felt what I thought was the tiny velvet feet of my cat, Princess, walking on my belly."Princess..." I mumbled. "Leave me alone, darling? I gotta wake up in the morning!" As I tried to brush her off, I awoke to a terrible surprise.
Upon opening my eyes, I saw that there was an evil little man on my stomach, no taller than a foot, pulling on my exposed and very tender nipples. He wore a tiny little pointed green hat with a tuft of fuzz on top and matching shoes with curly toes. His dark eyes glinted with a fearful evil. He gnashed his tiny and very sharp looking teeth.
Quickly, I tried to reach for my pillow to swat him off of me, but it was to no avail. My hands, my arms, my legs, every single inch of my naked and uncovered body were tied down, spread-eagled, by tiny ropes that were much stronger than they appeared. I couldn't move a muscle! I opened my mouth to scream, but fast little fingers reached from behind me and stuffed a ball gag into my mouth.
"Hehehehe! The bitch is awake!" lisped a high nasal voice behind me. Others on all sides snickered in agreement.
The little man hopped up and down on my belly. "Yeah!" He slapped my boobs and laughed. "Now the real fun begins!"
It was then that I realized that I was surrounded by an evil horde of the midget men, all dressed alike in their funny little velveteen outfits. They were on the bed on all sides of me. They sat on the dresser drawers, their feet dangling over the edge. Dozens sat on the shelves hung over my head, bending it to the breaking point. All of them wore the same tiny green outfits, shoes and hats. Many of them were drinking beer from little mugs and sloshing it all over my carpet. They were different sizes, some smaller than Barbie dolls, others as large as teddy bears. They all looked evil.
Their tiny hands pulled and stroked my hair. Others squeezed and poked my exposed flesh while giggling obscenely. I could feel their lips and teeth and tongues licking and biting me all over.
I shook my head and moaned through my gag. I struggled, I bucked, trying to shake them off, but they just held tight and laughed. My skin writhed wherever their itty-bitty fingers touched. Their nasty little feet ran up and down my legs and arms. I squirmed as I felt their tiny hands spreading my legs and the lips of my helpless vagina. I knew they could all see my private parts and I tried to close them but I couldn't. Those raspy little tongues licked me everywhere. I sobbed fearfully.
It was then that I heard the awful jingle of bells. My eyes rolled left and right in fear, until I saw the heavy black boots and the thick black belt of the large man that I feared.
"Ho, ho, whore..." he whispered. He was puffing on what looked like some filterless cigarette. His face was not very jolly, at all! I shuddered. I mumbled through the ball gag, but nobody could understand a word I said. He nodded to one of his elves, and they removed the gag.
I gasped, seeking my breath.
"Santa! It's really you..."
"Yes, it's really me. Unfortunately for you..."
"But... Why, Santa? Why are you doing this to me... Ouch!" One of the elves that had been licking at my inner thigh suddenly bit me and I shook in my bonds.
Santa put on his glasses and pulled out a large folder. He licked his big meaty thumb and leafed through it. "You are 763-27-4554, correct?"
"Well, that is my social security number but... Ouch!!" One of the elves licking my ears pulled on it sharply. His breath was rapid and hot and he giggled annoyingly. I shook my head, but another elf just laughed and held my head still for the first one, who continued licking and nibbling and pulling. I could hear little whacking sounds as if he was abusing himself.
"Then you're on the list." He closed his folder and removed his glasses. His eyes were dark and humorless. "I keep two different lists, you know."
"Yes," I whispered, suddenly very afraid. "Of who has been naughty..."
"And you're not on the other one, unfortunately."
I gulped.
The elves roared with laughter. I sobbed. I knew why this was happening.
I'm such a bitch. We'd been doing our last minute Christmas shopping just tonight. My friend Gwen had been bugging me to buy something for somebody other than myself, but all the good things I saw were things that I just knew nobody else would appreciate as much as me! Like, for instance, there was this beautiful lime green peridot ring. I was going to buy it as a gift, but nobody else appreciates peridot the way I do, so I thought, why should I waste it on somebody else? Besides, if I didn't buy it now, the price might go back up, or worse, somebody else might buy it! I was running out of time and I really wanted to get everybody something, but I just got distracted like I always do when it's Christmas time and they have all those special deals. Before I knew it, I was totally tapped out and didn't even have money for a lousy Christmas card. The stores were starting to close up. I begged Gwen for some money so I could make a last minute dash for some cheesy Chia Pets or something like that, but she was tapped out too and calling me a selfish bitch. I told her to get fucked and left in a bad temper.
Outside, I was fuming. A crackhead in a red suit ringing a bell came up to me, begging for money. I yelled at him.
"If you want money then get a real fucking job!"
He just stared at me for a moment and then he said softly, "The real Santa's not going to like you talking to me like that."
I screamed, took off my boot, and threw it at him, darn near putting his eye out. Then I stomped around in one boot for ten more minutes trying to find my boot again. I think he stole it. I hope he smoked it and died.
Laying there, bound spreadeagled, I remembered all of this and it started to make sense. I knew I was in big, big trouble.
Santa stood over me, ominously, shaking his head, tisking and tisking. "Tonight, my dear, you shall find out what happens to girls who are naughty." The elves all over the room cheered and danced as if that was a signal. And then they came after me.
There was a noise from the shelf over my bed. Some elves up there had made a little diving board out of a brush handle. One of the elves was stripped down to swim trunks and wearing little flippers and a diving mask and snorkel. After they smeared something that looked like KY Jelly all over his body, he pulled down the little mask and began his approach.
"Go on, Hugo! MUFFDIVE!!!!" the elves on dresser on the other side of the room yelled.
"Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!" I screamed. I tried to close my legs, but they were tied wide open. He bounced off the "board" a couple of times, did a jackknife, and... I clenched my eyes shut at the last moment but I felt the sudden WHOMP as he hit his target, knocking the air out of me. I guess they must have put a lot of KY on him because when I looked down, he was into my twat all the way up to his little flippers, which were wiggling furiously against my clit.
"Score for Hugo!" On the dresser they held up cards with some kind of score. "5.8... 5.7... 5.8...6.0..." (There was a big cheer for the 6.0.) "5.6...4.6..." The other elves yelled at the one holding the 4.6. One of them threw a tiny beer mug at him and it bounced off his head and knocking him to the floor way below.
Meanwhile two of the little men walked up my chest toward me and pulled up their green frocks, exposing their tiny penises in my face.
"Ummmmmmm... Just what do you think you're going to do with those?" I asked.
Some elves on the shelves over my head tossed down a couple of Q-Tips covered with more KY that the elves caught handily. "Hahaha! She'll find out!" they other elves shouted. Brandishing the Q-Tips like swords, they marched to the side of my pillow and inserted the shiny wet ends in each ear.
"Hey, cut that out!" I cried. I couldn't hear the snickers of the elves but I could see them laughing. It felt cold and wet. And then when they were through I felt them fumbling at both of my ears with their nasty little penises. They slid in smoothly but it still felt really icky! "Stop it!!!!" I screamed. All I could hear was the loud SQUISH-SQUOSH, SQUISH-SQUOSH sounds. Everything else was drowned out. At the end, at their climax, they bit down hard on my earlobes. I felt something hot and wet squirt inside my ears. They both fell out with a loud KER-PLOP!
I told them enough was enough! I wanted to reach up and wipe the disgusting goo out of my ears but all I could do was struggle against the ropes. They were just too strong to break!
There was some a commotion going on between my legs. They were trying to pull Hugo out by the flippers but he was stuck. I smiled to myself. There is some justice, I thought. I tried to squeeze him to make it harder for them. When they figured out what I was doing, it made them really mad, and they started cussing at me. They were really concerned about him. One of them surprised me when he bit me on my clit. I screamed and let go and they pulled Hugo out with a hard tug. I guess they pulled him too hard because he flew across the room, hit the wall with a loud splat, stuck for a minute and then fell into the wastebasket.
I guess that made them even more mad at me. Two of the elves came at me with evil looks in their tiny evil eyes and long white candles in their hands. They raised them over my breasts. I screamed in delicious agony as the hot white wax poured onto my tender and abused nipples. Half of the elves that were watching had their little green frocks up and were masturbating while they grinned and watched my frantic struggles. As the wax hardened, they peeled it off, and did it again. It pooled between my breasts and ran down to my belly button like hot lava. I cried in agony and begged them to stop.
I looked to Santa for help, but it was then that I saw the sight that really set me off. It was my cat, Princess! They had her bound to the legs of a chair in front of the desk, spread-eagled. Her ears were flattened on her head and she was spitting and snarling at the elves as they laughed diabolically. She had her claws out and was trying to swipe them with her little paws, but she couldn't move a muscle. One elf, and I swear I will kill this elf if I ever meet him again, was standing over her, raping my poor defenseless kitty! His little pink butt was moving up and down. Princess looked so disgusted. She twitched her paws at his head that was out of reach and her tail twitched nervously. I wished she could scratch him and bite his head clean off. Bastard. I hope he caught fleas.
"Leave my cat alone!" I yelled at them. They laughed. "Have you no decency?" I asked. I love my cat! "It's a poor, defenseless animal! Haven't you had your fun?"
They just laughed. One of the elves told me, "Hehehehe... We're only getting started with you." Another called out, "She talks to much. Let Leo shut her up." "Yeah, where's Leo?" "Leo, Leo, Leo!" they chanted.
A single elf, only slightly larger than the rest but with a stupid grin on his face, jumped down from the shelf and onto the bed. He marched up to my face, tracking hot wax all over. He pulled up his frock and exposed a penis that was incredible in its size for such a tiny man. For a normal man it would have been small but for him it was gigantic! Obviously the other elves respected him even though he looked kind of stupid. Maybe he didn't get enough blood flow to his brain.
"Suck it, bitch!" he yelled. And then he pushed it into my mouth. Other elves pinched my cheeks open for him. "Mffflll Glubbb!" I exclaimed, as I choked on his rigid elf manhood.
The other elves laughed and slapped their tiny thighs as he plunged in and out of my helpless mouth. My desperate eyes searched them all for even one that had a trace of sympathy or compassion, but I found none. They were evil to the core, and I realized that only this aloof man in red could control them. But he chose not to, sitting back and watching, puffing on his funny smelling cigarette. His eyes glittered with the same hatred as theirs. I felt total despair.
Faster and faster, Leo plunged between my lips. The other elves cheered him on. He grabbed me by the nose for leverage and I almost suffocated. Tiny little hands on all sides pulled my hair and held me still. I never even though of biting him. It would have been sheer suicide.
"Ooooooh baby! Leo is going to cum!" "Yeah, cum in her mouth, Leo!"
"Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!" Leo cried out, as his body tensed up. His hard throbbing penis squirted into my mouth, filling it up.
"Make her swallow, Leo!" cried out the watching elves. Some of the masturbating elves were so excited that they began to spurt, their semen like little tiny droplets of icky rain, dripping from above onto my bound and helpless body.
I was choking on Leo's disgusting fluids. He pinched my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow. I swallowed as fast as I could. It tasted faintly of gingerbread.
Leo fell out of my mouth with a loud pop. I gasped for breath.
"That was horrible!" I screamed, wishing I could wipe away the sperm that I knew was dripping from my lips. "You raped me! You even raped my cat! You're all rapists!"
They really bust up at that. Some of them flipped me off. Others turned around and mooned me, right in my face!
I turned my head to Santa, who continued to smoke and stroke himself slowly through his red pants, obviously enjoying this disgusting display. "Will you please untie me, now? Have you had your fun?"
"No. We're not quite done yet!" he calmly explained. Some of the elves began to whisper among themselves, excited.
"Please, Santa?" I begged. "It's Christmas morning. I really have learned my lesson. I promise to be good from now on."
No reaction.
"It truly is better to give than to receive!" I tried. "This I now know to be true!"
He ignored me and blew smoke rings in my face. I tried not to grumble.
"Never again will I be as selfish as I was this Christmas, this solemn holiday of giving!"
"Haha, Santa!" yelled one of the elves way in the back of the room. "Let's really show her how fun it is to receive!"
Santa turned to the elves. "Gentlemen, I think it is now time for reindeer games," he announced.
"YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the elves screamed hysterically. They jumped up and down, dancing with each other, nearly breaking the shelf over my head. "REINDEER GAMES! REINDEER GAMES! REINDEER GAMES! REINDEER GAMES!"
"Reindeer games?" I asked out loud. I cried out as one of the elves bit me hard on my nipple and told me to shut up.
The elves were now thumping their beer mugs all over the room, making the whole room shake as they chanted "Reindeer games!" I wondered how anybody in the neighborhood could not hear this, and then I realized the awesome magickal power that a man like Santa must have on a night like Christmas Eve. I knew that the neighbors were all sleeping the dreams of the innocent. They were all on the nice list, and I wasn't! I felt shame at how I had treated that poor Santa's Helper.
Santa shushed them down. "Yes, I know how much you all love reindeer games."
I could hear the sound of hooves in the hallway. Goosebumps rose on my skin. I felt the taste of fear in my mouth. Or maybe it was just Leo.
"All right!" yelled one of the elves.
"Yeah, but not Rudolph!" said one of the elves.
"What?" asked Santa, whirling around, looking surprised.
"Not Rudolph!" They all agreed with that. "He NEVER gets to play in reindeer games!"
"Why not?"
They all looked at each other and shrugged. "Because he's a dweeb?" one asked.
"It's because of that stupid red nose of his!" yelled another.
"Yeah, that red nose of his is stooooooooooopid!"
"No Rudolph! No Rudolph! No Rudolph!" they all chanted. They looked very determined about this.
Santa Claus banged his fist on my table. "Time out! Time out!" After they quieted he continued. "Aren't you all forgetting something? Rudolph saved all our butts this year!"
They grumbled at that but most seemed to accept it. Except for one wimpy little elf hiding under the dresser. He yelled out "But he is a dweeb!"
"I don't care if he is a dweeb! We all owe him big time, and you know it! If it weren't for Rudolph we'd still be circling LAX. You better get your act together fast, because if you treat him like this after all he's done for you, then you're all walking home. And you know how far that is!"
There was grumbling and moaning among the elves. I realized that this Rudolph guy must be really unpopular for some reason if Santa himself had to stand up for him. But after the grumbling died down, they were still cheered by the idea of reindeer games, whatever that was.
"Oh well, bring Rudolph in!" one of the elves announced.
They opened my bedroom door, and a huge terrifying beast was led in, his shiny blood red nose lighting the room as red as Santa's bloodshot eyes. I screamed the scream of the doomed when I saw its erection, massive and dripping. They had to gag me once again. I tried and tried to scream around the ball gag as they held me down, letting Rudolph mount me. They let this terrible beast from Hell have his savage way with me. And the whole ordeal, there was the sound of the bells.
The bells, those terrible, terrible bells, jingling and jingling and jingling and jingling through it all, over and over again...
****
Did I pass out? I don't know anymore.
When they were at last done with me, I lay frozen in near catatonic shock, covered with their inhuman secretions and hoof marks, my body red and abused. As they began to file out, Santa untied my hands. I rubbed them and sobbed and told him I would be good next Christmas.
He reached into his deep sack and pulled out a gift. "Oh, I do have a gift for you. Put this in your stocking." He tossed me a lump of coal and left.
Yes, I did learn my lesson about Christmas. It was an ordeal I shall never forget. My biggest regret though? The jolly red man.
Santa! You were always the one! You never touched me! Why??? You big voyeur! You know every little girl loves Santa. I still ache at night for the touch of your fat fingers. Oh Santa, you are so cruel.
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