Holiday Cheer · Part 1 (1/2)
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Kate could only blame one person for being alone on Christmas: herself. Sure, she’d been planning on dumping Luis all along, but not until after the holidays! She hated being alone and they had planned on spending Christmas Eve at a party together before opening presents at midnight. Then he had to go and pull that stupid stunt in front of all her co-workers. And that was the end of Kate and Luis.
Which is why she was curled up on the couch alone, watching Sex and the City episodes on DVD with a bowl of rocky road ice cream on Christmas Eve. Outside her apartment window a gentle dusting of snow was drifting from a cloudy sky, enveloping the vastness of the city in a soft embrace of holiday white. Earlier she’d heard her neighbors departing, and, save for the lanky agoraphobe in 8C down the hall, Kate assumed she was the only one left on the floor.
Halfway through the third episode on the DVD, she was interrupted by a loud banging, followed by a series of heavy thumps in the kitchen. What the hell? thought Kate, hitting pause and throwing off the blanket to go investigate. She made it only four steps, though, before an audible curse from the kitchen froze her in place. Fear gripped her and she glanced back to where her iPhone lay on the couch.
“Don’t even think about it,” advised a dry voice from behind her. Kate spun to face the intruder. He was tall and thin, taller than her by a full foot. He was wearing some kind of camouflage uniform with the type of black vest full of pouches that the SWAT cops wore. His arms were crossed over his chest, but he was smirking at her, one corner of his mouth pulled up in an almost sneer. Something about him, though, didn’t seem right and it took a moment for Kate to realize what it was: his ears were pointed. Not in a subtle way, either, they swept back and up from his head for a good two or three inches, coming to a defined point. He looked….
“That’s right,” he nodded in response to her unspoken question. “They’re real. And they’re elfin.”
“You’re an elf?!” blurted Kate in surprise and disbelief. The elf nodded again, rolling his eyes. He consulted a piece of paper that was tucked into a clear plastic sleeve on his forearm.
“And you’re Kate Ellsworth, captain of the obvious.”
“Hey!” She didn’t need to stand her and be insulted by an intruder in her own home!
Kate spun and reached for her phone. The elf was fast, though, his hand snaking out and grabbing a fistful of hair. She screeched in pain as he yanked her backwards, slamming her down into one of her hard back kitchen chairs. Her butt hit with bruising force, and she cried out, half in anger, half in pain. The elf dipped his hand into one of the many pockets on his vest, coming up with something that looked like a frosted red globe ornament that he pitched at her sidearm. Kate got her hands up to block the projectile, but instead of the glass shards she expected, the orb exploded into a starburst of red ribbon.
This was no ordinary ribbon, though! The ends quickly wrapped themselves around
Kate, pinning her arms across her chest and binding her to the chair!
“Hey!” she cried out in surprise, suddenly finding herself in a very vulnerable position.
The ribbons wound themselves down across her stomach and over her legs, left bare from the thigh down by the nightshirt she wore. In just seconds she was virtually mummified in red ribbon, bound tightly to the chair.
“What the fuck is this?” Kate pulled desperately at the ribbon, but it didn’t budge at all!
“Ribbon bomb. Right out of the elf restraint workshop, model 103. Much better than the model 102. That one had a tendency to bounce off the target and explode a couple seconds later, grabbing anyone who was nearby. Very messy. Anyway, I take it that you are Kate?” The elf glanced around the empty living room before letting his gaze return to the woman struggling in the chair in front of him.
“Why are you doing this?” Kate’s mind raced. If she could keep him talking long enough maybe she could find a way out of this… insanity.
In response, the elf pointed to the nametag velcroed to the front of his vest that read ‘COLE’.
Kate raised an eyebrow and shook her head. “I don’t understand?”
Cole sighed, throwing up his hands in disgust. “Youngsters these days, no appreciation for the classics.”
He pointed to the Christmas tree sparkling in the corner of her apartment. “It’s Christmas eve, and you’ve been naughty this year. And what do naughty girls get in their stockings?”
Kate stared at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Cole shook his head, leering at her. “No, sweetheart, I don’t kid about my job. And I certainly would not lie about the biggest perk of it, which is punishing naughty girls like you.”
“But, doesn’t Santa Claus put the coal in my stocking?”
Cole laughed. “That might have worked a century ago, but now there’s just too damn many of you. The big man can’t be spared for just any little misbehaving tramp. No, his visits are reserved for the really wicked ones. The rest of us in the Elf Corps are responsible for the others.”
“Wait, you said punishing.” Kate pulled futility at her bonds, trying to convince herself that all she had to do was wake up from this nightmare and the world would revert to its familiar state. But her struggles were futile, as were her frantic attempts to mentally banish the figure that strolled through her front room unimpeded.
“Of course. You didn’t think that your actions wouldn’t have consequences, now did you? You broke that poor man’s heart, and all he wanted was to love you.” Cole glanced at the empty coffee table in the center of the room and tsked. “Not even any milk or cookies. You should be glad that the big man isn’t here. He’d give you ten extra strokes with the cane just for that.”
“But I didn’t know that you were coming!” protested Kate. Cole raised an eyebrow at her.
“Really? Really. It’s Christmas Eve. There’s a reason why milk and cookies are a tradition. Anyway, enough chit chat, time to get this show started.”
The elf moved to stand behind the chair she was tied to, once more winding his fingers into her hair and pulling her head back.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you cooperate and take your punishment like a big girl, then I’ll leave you with a little Christmas cheer. If you make it difficult for me, well, let’s just say that it’ll be a long night for you.”
“Fuck you,” hissed Kate. Cole grinned.
“Oh, we’ll get to that, don’t worry.” With that he did something which released the ribbon from around her. Kate lurched forward, almost falling out of the chair. Her movement provided just the opening for Cole, and she felt something cold and metallic kiss the back of her neck for an instant before a ripping sound reached her ears. To her horror, the back of her nightshirt gaped open, and she frantically clutched at it, trying to cover herself.
Cole proved stronger, though, snaking his arm through hers and pulling them back behind her. Kate attempted to wiggle free, but found herself pinned without any leverage. Her nightshirt slipped down off her shoulders, and pooled around her ankles, leaving her in just a pair of boy shorts.
Something sticky wrapped itself around her wrists, and she cried out as she struggled, her fear multiplying quickly as she found herself once more helpless. Cole chuckled.
“You’re only going to hurt yourself, this is genuine Wrapping Tape from Elf Labs. It would hold a semi truck in place.”
The tight wrapping wound up over her forearms, pulling her arms together painfully. She was forced to arch her shoulders back to try and relieve some of the pressure, uncomfortably aware of how it made her tits stick out, making her C-cups look larger than they were. She squawked in pain as Cole wrestled her over to the kitchen table, mashing her tits down beneath the weight of her body. She felt more tape going over her and she realized he was anchoring her to the table. Her ankles were next, taped to the table legs, leaving her helpless and bent over, the smooth, rounded globes of her ass framed perfectly by the tight boy shorts.
Kate stared back over her shoulder fearfully as Cole ran his hands over her pale, warm skin, a hungry grin spreading across his lips. “Man, do I love my job.”
The cold kiss of steel touched her left, then right hip, and Kate let out a low moan of despair as the last of clothing was stripped away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
“You ready, sweetness?” asked Cole, somewhat rhetorically.
“Please…please don’t do this,” pleaded Kate, her arms twisting back and forth inside their binding, her hands fluttering uselessly. Cole responded by spanking her left then her right ass cheek. Kate squealed in surprise and pain, her eyes open wide. She hadn’t been spanked in years! Certainly none of her previous boyfriends were brazen enough to try it given her temper, either.
“I have to do this, Kate,” replied Cole, continuing to deliver a steady rain of blows. “For a bad girl like you, pain is the most effective method of correction.”
The palms of his hands hit with wooden force, lifting Kate up onto her toes with each strike. She twisted and writhed trying to escape, the table jerking across the floor in response to her desperate movements. It was all for naught, though, the tape binding her defeated every attempt and nothing she did seemed to prevent Cole from continuing to administer the bruising punishment.
The pain soon overwhelmed her, drawing hot tears of frustration and humiliation from her eyes. In between the cries and curses that spilled from her mouth there started to leak words of pleading for mercy. Although her entreaties fell on deaf ears, Cole noted her change in tone.
Finally, when both cheeks of her ass were an angry red color, the elf stopped. He ran his long fingers over the raw skin of her ass, feeling the heat coming off it. Kate lay motionless on the table save for the rise and fall of her chest as she wept softly.
“You have a great ass, Kate,” complimented the elf, “I may have to fuck it.”
The suggestion reenergized Kate, galvanizing her into action once more. “Fuck you!” she snarled, twisting her head around to glare at the elf. The smug look on his face pissed her off, and she started to struggle against the tape again.
“Language, language, little lady,” chided Cole, once more reaching into his vest pockets.
This time he pulled out a small red sphere that looked like a foam ornament. Without preamble, he grabbed a fistful of Kate’s hair and yanked her head back. When she opened her mouth he shoved the foam ball inside.
“Aaarrgghhh—urk! Ooommph!” Kate screeched in pain before almost gagging due to the size of the ball. She tried to push it out with her tongue, only to discover that it had somehow adhered itself to her teeth! Angrily she shook her head, muffled noises spilling from behind the gag. Cole laughed.
“The automatic adhesive ballgag, another Elf Labs exclusive. This one was inspired by all those stupid Rudolph costumes you humans seem so fascinated with. I enjoy it, though, especially when dealing with vocal little sluts like you.”
Kate shook her head, desperately trying to open her mouth or somehow dislodge the ball.
Cole grabbed a hold of her hair again.
“Careful or you’re going to hurt yourself, there. You can’t get it out. It’s self-adhering to dental enamel. It’s going to keep that noisy trap of yours nice and quiet until I finish my job. And, afterwards, if you’ve been a good girl, I might take it out before I leave.”
Kate let fly with another angry tirade, uncaring that her words were squashed into unintelligible mumbles by the ball gagging her. She glared daggers at the smug elf as she felt him reach between her legs. Her eyes sprang open in surprise and her cheeks flushed a dark red when she realized that he was sliding his fingers through the own slick of her arousal!
Cole’s sardonic laugh followed her attempt to hide her face from him.
“Yeah, bitch and moan, bitch and moan, but when it comes down to it, you’re just a bitch in heat.”
He leaned forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and twisting her face around towards him.
“Guess what? I’ve got just the bone for you, little bitch.”
Kate shook her head in desperation, throwing herself against the tape that kept her pinned helpless to the table. All to no avail, though. She felt the elf’s hands on her hips just a second before he rammed his cock balls deep into her pussy. Kate shrieked in surprise, her hands clenching into fists at the sudden intrusion. He was long, and thick, stretching her to the point of pain. She grunted into the gag as he withdrew, then pounded into her again.
“Size and staying power are part of the job requirements, girl, so don’t worry about it.
You and I are going to have a great time!” Cole laughed as he nailed Kate to the table again. Her moans were becoming rhythmic in nature, driven by the relentless fucking.
Kate screwed her eyes shut and panted into the gag, desperately trying to control herself.
Luis had been a great lover, very attentive and gentle, always ensuring that she had an orgasm first before seeing to his own pleasure. She couldn’t fault that about him. But she couldn’t help that craving that took over every so often, that need to be held down and fucked, rough and raw, to be taken as if she were powerless to resist. The elf, damn him, had awakened this dormant need, fueling it with his coarse, derisive tone. And was in the process of feeding it with his hard, painful rhythm.
Kate fought against herself, fought against the rising tide of pleasure within, fought to ignore how her pussy clamped down on the hard length of the elf’s cock, how it was scratching an itch she had ignored for too long. But it was a losing battle. In the end, her cries of anger became long moans of pleasure, and instead of seeking to twist away, her hips rose to meet Cole’s, the sound of their flesh grinding together filling her kitchenette.
When her orgasm came, it was a breath-stealing event, crashing over her with relentless energy. The fact that she couldn’t move and couldn’t cry out only seemed to magnify the sensations careening through her body. It left her limp and winded in its wake, and it was only with difficulty that she realized Cole hadn’t cum yet. And that he was rubbing the head of his cock on her asshole.
“OOOOOOOO!” she cried frantically, shaking her head in protest. He was too big! He was going to split her in half! The elf ignored her pleading, dropping another gob of spit onto her sphincter and smearing it around with the head of his cock. Again, all of Kate’s frantic struggles accomplished was exhausting her, and she squeezed her eyes closed as she felt him press the head of his cock into her ass.
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