Monika used to make fun of Christmas. From the age of 12 onwards, she’d been too cool for the holiday – sarcastic and cynical, poking holes in the whole concept of Santa Claus.
“He’s supposed to have all these elves making toys?” she would ask. “Toys which are suspiciously branded with the logos of well-known toy companies, mind you. And what do the elves get out of it? Does he pay them? What are their conditions?”
It got tiresome for everyone who knew her – but from the moment she turned 18, things changed. Monika had nothing bad to say about Christmas. In fact, she practically glowed with eagerness for the holiday. In the last two weeks before the day, she dressed in Christmas tartan, sang carols, and could often be found kneeling in front of the Christmas tree, staring up at it with adoration on her face.
Even Monika couldn’t say why she was doing it. She just knew that the thought of Christmas made her feel excited… submissive… and a little horny.
Santa Claus could have told her. He could have also answered her question about the elves. He employed forty male elves, and the perverted little bastards were uniformly into fucking barely-legal teen virgins. All Santa had to do to keep them in line was find forty attractive 17-year old virginal girls each year, and give them a little Christmas magic with their presents.
Come the next Christmas, the girls, now 18, would find themselves rising late on Christmas Eve and stealing downstairs in slutty little tartan Christmas skirts, bare-titted and bare-cunted, to kneel before the phallic seasonal tree. Santa would drop off an elf at each residence, and the evil little fuckers would have their way. Their elf physiology seemed to produce a near inexhaustible supply of cum, which they would ejaculate into each of the girl’s orifices multiple times, often while choking her, pulling her hair, and beating her tits, cunt or pussy. They’d film the whole thing to have something to tide them over till next Christmas. And the “Christmas magic” would keep the girls submissive and obedient throughout the whole experience, while leaving no memory of what had happened once the elves were done.
And so Monika woke up on Christmas morning with her ass, pussy and tits badly bruised. Her mouth tasted of elf sperm – which itself tasted a little like a candy cane. She had vague memories of being fed a plate of cookies, being made to “dip” each one in her pussy before eating it, and washing the whole thing down with a glass of “milk” fresh from an elf’s cock. That couldn’t be true, could it? It was just a dream?
She rose from her bed, threw on some clothes, and staggered downstairs. As expected, there were presents under the tree, and presents bulging from Christmas stockings – but something strange was sticking out of hers. No one else in the house was awake yet, so she hurried over and inspected it.
There were three items sitting on top of her regular presents. The first was a vibrator. The second was a butt plug. The third, she saw with a dawning sense of horror, was a pregnancy test kit…
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