Noel's Best X-Mas Ever - Chapter 3
by amy Mac for Ole Crannon
Posted - Dec 2021Warning: This story contains or may contain
descriptions of many explicit extreme and perverted sexual themes such as incest, pedo, bestiality and more. If
any of these will offend or upset you, please do not read this story.
Santa laughed and said, "You wee slut, I've been doing this tedious job for over 1,000 years now. Like all beings in any realm, I do need rest, but that need not be sleep. I have no intention of ignoring your charms this night, nor any other save tomorrow's when I am forced to perform my duty round the wide world. No punishment for you this eve before THE EVE, but perhaps on Boxing Day the following eve. That is, should you survive your likely encounter with my wife tomorrow. She fears no being, including my brother or I. His hellhounds and Demons move out of her way, as do my Yeti. She is fearsome indeed!"
Santa continued, "But you child of sin and lust, I would know more of your past, your age and your name, before I fill your mouth with my mighty north pole."
"Oh, My Mighty Lord of the Pole, I was born long ago, in the normal way of my kind. An Incubus seduced my human mother, while her husband was off a Viking. Stillborn was I for a full day, till finally my lungs filled with air. They named me Brisa, which means unclear, or unclear birth. I know not the year, but the cross had not spread to our lands fore I grew into the Succubus that you see here. I seduced most of the men, boys and girls, in my village, ere I was 12. Banished I was. Other villages took me in. Banished time after time for seduction they all called a crime. Was to be burned as a seductress at 14, but other Succubi saved me as the fire grew high. I've used many names. I use whatever name will aid in my seductions. I care not what I'm called. So My Lord, name me if you wish, whatever you choose."
Santa, didn't really care either, but names could be convenient. Santa thought for a few minutes, while stroking the child. Two of his preferred human authors came to mind. He decided to give her a choice. "Child, would you choose Sade, after the Marquis de Sade, or would you prefer Loli after the great author, Vladimir Nabokov?"
She squealed when she heard the second choice, "Oh, I knew Vlady, I was his muse for 'Lolita'! I saw him frequently for years. T'was thought his book would inspire other to such sins. So I laid with him frequently, but nary drunk him dry. I would be honored to bear a name from his book."
Santa said, "It's settled then, Lolita is thy name. Loli will be the less formal version of that name."
She smiled as Santa picked her up and placed her on his bed, and quickly lay beside her. Her hands, tongue, mouth and throat quickly began to please his pole. Soon Santa came in buckets of cum. She swallowed all she could, but some escaped her greedy mouth. She used her dainty hands to recover and devour the little that she had missed.
After that great climax, Santa rolled on top of her, hiding her very small body beneath his much larger form. His great pole plundered her relentlessly, for the balance of his rest time.
At one point, as they both paused for fluids, Santa said, "The damn Faeries will be back tomorrow to clean these quarters. Please allow them to do so, then throw them out, alive. As servants here, they do have a role to play." She agreed, and within minutes their sexcapades continued with vigor. Finally they both slept, for a short time. It was still early morning, but night was beginning beyond the International Date Line.
When Santa rose early, that Christmas Eve day, he had a smile on his face that went ear to ear. The smile grew larger as no Faeries interrupted his toilet. When Loli came in, she help him dress. She knew he was rushed, so just gave him a kiss, albeit said kiss turned up his toes. She whispered some of the delights she had planned for their next meeting.
He warned her again of his fearsome slut wife but she said worry not, as he left his chambers. Off to the stables to hitch up the team, Santa rushed. T'was a 24 hour work day that awaited him now. First off to the Pacific, just west of the date line, with presents to leave for those of that range. The Sled was all packed, the Reindeer were ready, his home breaking Faeries were waiting as off with a rush Santa did fly. His longest day now began, in the cold, clear, crisp night air.
Mrs. Claus slept on while Faeries still cleaned her. Their licking her clean was the closest thing she'd had to a bath in nigh on to 1,000 years. She dreamed of mighty herds of Woolly Mammoths, servicing her with dicks of 5 to 6 feet. She was a great immortal, so had no fear of being fucked to death, nor crushed under their weight. She moaned in her sleep, and shoved a hand up her twat. That killed 4 Faeries, but they would recover, once she'd pissed out their remains tomorrow.
Satan had no rush to arise as he was quite enjoying the old witch Baba Yaga in her young body. He took her wee ass, fucked right into her stomach, and shot his morning cum with such force, it came out her mouth. She collected his cum and used it as cream in her morning coffee. Satan was very pleased with this tiny young looking witch.
In New York it was quite late and things were quite different. Consuelo slept well while dreaming of Marcus. Doris White slept soundly as a drunk, but also dreamed of Marcus. Noel slept poorly. After all, to a child, it was Christmas Eve day, but also the never quiet City was noisier than normal. Police and other sirens were constant.
Marcus slept but a little. The constant sirens disturbed him, they all seemed to be coming from the very wealthy homes around Central park. He rose and turned on his police scanner as well as a 24 hour local news channel. He heard no details from the police scanner, but the news radio was reporting 'unsubstantiated' reports of scores of rapes, mutilations and kidnappings in the neighborhood of and those surrounding the home of Counselor White and her daughter Noel. That concerned him as it was just the two that were there.
He finally stopped, even trying to rest. He knew Consuelo lived alone. He phoned her, waking her from a dream where he was just about to ravage her in a very nice way. He told Consuelo what news that he knew, said he was going over there and asked if she would like to join him. They both knew that there were many unused rooms on the 3rd and 4th floors. The White's used only the 1st and 2nd floors and their basement was used for occasional storage. It was a very pricey home in the city.
Now awake, and speaking to the subject of her dreams, she heard all the sirens. She told Marcus that she thought he had an excellent idea, and she'd be happy to join him. Furthermore, she suggested that they each bring enough clothing for a few days. And damn the dumb laws, she'd bring her gun, and she hoped he would too. Marcus agreed. He had a 1911 45 caliber, as well as a 357. His guns were legal as he had his permits; the Counselor had seen to that. Consuelo had a nice 9mm Sig, which fit her hand better. Hers was illegal, but Marcus was certain that the Counselor could get her a permit with a phone call. Marcus said he could pick her up in ten minutes. Consuelo said it might take her fifteen. Marcus replied, telling her to just look for the limo, then come on out.
The Incubus was certain that he was exceeding all of Satan's expectations, and that he'd be pleased. Yes, the rape gang he'd mentioned was in Noel's close neighborhood. But he called in five other such groups, and they worked all around Central Park, as well as all around Noel's neighborhood. The main gang around Noel's home, had raped seventeen girls already, eight taken from their rooms as they slept. The youngest was 6, the eldest 14. Two of them, the 6 year old and a 7 year old, were taken to Newark, to be groomed as whores and sex slaves. Three of them too young to be made pregnant were gang raped, of course, and made pregnant by the Incubus himself. Two of those were raped in front of their parents, who were bound and helpless. All three of those were branded with 'PROPERTY OF HELL'S CHOSEN'. Their pregnancies would not be discovered until the 7th month. Four more were gang raped, and mutilated, ears were ripped off on some, another lost her nose, one was given breaks to all major leg and arm bones. The remaining five were gang raped, then tortured and left to die, slowly. The remaining seven, ranging in age from ten to twelve, close to Noel's age, were gang raped, beaten, made pregnant, and dumped in various alleys where they would be found by homeless, addicts and bums. They would all, very likely, be raped many more times, in all of their holes. All would get STD's, only one the fatal aids.
The other rape gangs had similar, although less numerous results. Counting the results of all five of the rape gangs that used this night before Christmas Eve to assault the children of the most wealthy and powerful, there were eight children sold into sex slavery in New Jersey; a dozen raped and left, likely pregnant; eleven raped, mutilated and left for dead; two skinned alive in view of their parents; six just raped and killed; the balance merely gang raped. A not surprising number of those who survived became hopelessly insane, as did some of the parents forced to watch. Many of those who lived, developed STD's, and there were a surprising number of pregnancies. All victims were marked with the 'HELL'S CHOSEN' logo, usually by branding, but Tattooing was also common. The crimes and full details were provided to all media, print, radio and TV, before the police had the information. Tiny Demons secured preliminary crime reports, crime scene photos, injury and autopsy reports, and they were also provided to the media. Christmas Eve day, would find the wealthy and powerful of New York City in terror, and screaming for the Police to solve these crimes. The Police had NO useful clues and 'Hell's Chosen' was a gang that they'd never heard of, but clearly it was large, very violent and aiming itself at punishing the wealthy. But the night was not over yet. Those numbers would grow. By dawns early light, over 100 young girls had been so abused.
Marcus picked up Consuelo and the limo was stopped four times between her apartment building and the Counselor's home. Never a problem, just a quick check and they moved on. In front of her home the Counselor's parking spot was open; no one would dare park there. Marcus pulled up, parked, and he and Consuelo just looked at the home. Only the Counselor's bed room light was on, but that was often the case. Within two blocks they could see other places with a large police presence. As they got out of the limo, a squad car screeched to a stop, two officers jumped out and told them to freeze, their guns drawn.
Marcus, with his hands up said, "Officers, we both work for Counselor White who lives here, alone with her ten year old daughter. I'm legally armed. I'm her driver and guard. This is their maid. When I heard the news, I knew our place was here. I picked her up. We're concerned because my phone calls have gone unanswered."
Somewhat relaxed, a cop checked his permit, then asked if things appeared normal from outside. Marcus said, "Yes Officer, we were just about to go in. We have our own keys."
The lead cop said, "We'll go in together." That same cop, a sergeant, said as they approached the door, "She's the one who might be running for District Attorney, isn't she?" Marcus nodded yes as he pulled out his key. The cop then said, "Yeah she's OK with us. Most defense attorneys are a pain, but she's one of the good ones. I sure hope she's OK. Best pull out your piece. Most of the attacks have been by groups of six to eight as far as we know so far. Oh, don't worry. It's shoot to kill with these animals, they don't deserve trials." Marcus just nodded and opened the door.
Noel was awake, excited for Christmas, and hearing all the sirens. She heard the door open. Her Mother was very deeply asleep. Two double Scotch whiskeys at the office with more wine at dinner, she was out for the night. Noel got out of bed, put on her robe, and thought she heard voices. She was sure one was Marcus. She peeked out her door and saw Marcus, Consuelo and two police officers. With nothing to fear she stepped out of her room and headed for them. "Hi Marcus and Consuelo, what's going on?" With her appearance everyone relaxed a bit and guns were put away.
Marcus said, "You guys weren't answering your phone, we got worried. Where's your Mother?"
Noel said, "I'm not allowed to answer the phone, if no adults are around. Mommy is sleeping, good. She had wine with dinner. You want me to get her?"
Marcus and the sergeant both said they'd get her. Consuelo said, "No, she 'duerme desnudo'!"
Marcus translated quickly for the cops, "Ah, she sleeps naked. Since it's quiet, best let Noel get her up. Consuelo, you best make some coffee, please."
The Police Sergeant said, he'd like a word with her, so the two cops waited. Marcus said, "Ms. Noel, please go wake up your Mommy and tell her that we're here and the Police want to speak to her, OK sweetie?"
Noel said, "I'm not suppose to go in Mommy's room without an invite, ever."
Marcus replied, "Ms. Noel, this is different. You know that you're always suppose to do what the Police tell you to do. Honey, the Police here want and need you to go get your Mother. You know that your Mother wouldn't like to be woken by strange Policemen, especially if she's not wearing anything, right?" Noel just nodded yes and moved to her Mother's room.
Santa was approaching the Tuvalu islands, the first of his stops.
Mrs. Claus was just beginning to wake, still dreaming of Comet, Cupid and Blitzen, making her airtight. Her Faeries were frantically trying to clean the last of the moose cum from her hair.
Satan and Baba Yaga, were starting a casual round five, six or seven, they'd lost count. It was actually the nineth.
The rape gangs had finished. They'd had a great night, and they'd have a wonderful day with the few little girls that each gang would keep for awhile.
The first New York City tabloids, much more lurid than normal, were being dropped off at newsstands all round the great City.
TV producers were trying to determine just how much they dare show. Several were trying to decide how to blame in on Trump.
One thing all knew, this would be the strangest day before Christmas, they'd ever seen.
Noel, with some reluctance opened her Mother's bedroom door and stepped in. She saw that Mommy was naked, but partially covered by a sheet. Her reading lamp was on as was her laptop. To wake her Mommy, Noel had to move the laptop, which was open and still on. She wasn't suppose to touch it, but moving it was all she could do to make sure it didn't get knocked off the bed and maybe broked.
The laptop was light, but difficult to move with it's screen part open. Noel couldn't help seeing the big man, in swim trunks and big mittens on the screen. It was Marcus. She sat that on the end table. Then she saw Mommy had a funny thing in her hand, it was kind of like a cucumber, but not quite that thick. It was blue and about 6 to 8 inches long, and it had like a strange stem, but not nearly as long. Her first thought was it might be a microphone. Mommy gave lots of speeches, at work and at court.
Noel got up on the bed, and gave her Mommy a kiss on the cheek. That didn't wake her, so she shook her shoulder, then harder. Mommy woke slowly. When her eyes opened a crack, Noel said, "I'm sorry Mommy but I had to wake you up. Markus, Consuelo, and some policemen are here and want to talk to you. You weren't answering your phone. Where is it?"
Noel was quite shocked when Mommy said, "Fuck, I must have left it in the other room." Mommy never used bad words. As Mommy got more awake she said, "Cops here?" Then she noticed the blue thing in her hand, and quickly put it in the partially open end table drawer. That made her notice her laptop, and she quickly closed that. "You said, Marcus, Consuelo and cops are here? What time is it, sweetie?"
Noel said it was before 5 am. Mommy sat up and said, "Oh shit, something must be really wrong. Honeybunch, go tell them, I need a few minutes then I'll be out. And tell Consuelo to start some strong coffee. Now scat while I get myself decent."
Noel said, "Markus already told her to make coffee."
Mommy said, "Yeah, of course he did, well scoot and tell them I'll be out in a few minutes." As mommy got out of bed, Noel was surprised that her special place had no hair at all, and looked kind of puffy and red. Even her own special place was beginning to get a little hair.
Noel left the room and told the men that she was awake now, and would be out in a few minutes. She asked Markus if Consuelo could maybe start some breakfast, she was getting hungry.
The heavier policeman said he could sure eat a bite and coffee sounded good. The Sergeant agreed, and said they would love a fried egg sandwich, but they had to go soon. Markus said he was hungry as well and left to tell Consuelo what to do. Markus came back in a few minutes with three mugs of coffee and said, "Consuelo was smarter than us, she's already started a big bunch of scrambled eggs, and a lot of sausage. She'll fry up some eggs for sandwiches for you guys. It won't take her long." The police both said thank you, that last night was so busy they never got a chance to eat. They said they'd have tons of paper work to do, but the day shift and the CSI's would mostly take over now.
A few minutes later her Mother stepped out in her dressing gown, with her hair brushed. She said, "Good, you have coffee. Well what's this about Officers?"
The Sergeant said, "Uh, Madam Counselor, could you have your daughter go somewhere? This isn't really for a child's ears."
Mommy looked concerned and told Noel to go help Consuelo in the kitchen, and stay there till she was called. Noel wasn't happy but did as she was told, but with a bit of a pout. Noel was actually angry. It just wasn't fair when adults did things like that. It really sucked! Yes, she knew that was a word she wasn't suppose to say, but she didn't care. Besides she only thought it. She was the one who met them at the door, why shouldn't she know what was going on? Plus they wouldn't have been able to talk to Mommy if she hadn't gone to wake her up. Noel knew that Consuelo could have gotten her up, but she's the one who did.
Consuelo went over and opened the swinging kitchen door, just a little, and asked the policemen if they'd like cheese on their egg sandwiches. Before they both said, yes thank you, Noel heard the word murder; no she'd heard murders. Oh, golly that would explain all the sirens. She watched TV, so she knew people got killed a lot in the city, but not in her neighborhood, except maybe in the park at night. No kids she knew were allowed to play in the park without a Nanny, Parent or someone with them, and even then not after it got dark. She'd be ten day after tomorrow, the day after Christmas. She'd heard lots of older kids talk about muggings, rapes, and murders that happen in the park at night. She knew what muggings were, just stealing, and she knew that murder was someone getting killed, she wasn't real sure what raping was, except it was real bad.
Pretty soon she heard the front door open then close, then Mommy and Marcus came into the kitchen. Consuelo had laid out the small kitchen table for four. Mommy and Marcus sat down so she did too. In just a few minutes Consuelo put big plates of scrambled eggs with cheese on them and lots of sausage, toast and orange juice in front of them and sat down at the fourth seat herself. Then Noel noticed that Marcus had a gun on his belt. She knew about guns, 'DON'T EVER TOUCH ONE'. Tell a teacher, or some good adult about it right away! She knew that Mommy, as an important attorney, usually carried one in her purse. She said, "Mommy Mr. Marcus has a gun on his belt."
Mommy said, "He always has one, he's our bodyguard as well as our driver. I'm glad you remembered to say when you saw one, but he should have one now." Then she said, "Excuse me for a moment, I'll go get my own." She turned to Consuelo and said, "I understand you have one as well. Please feel free to carry it. I'll get you a permit by this afternoon. I do know several Judges." She gave a tight smile as she turned and walked away. Consuelo rose and went to the kitchen cupboard where she kept her coat and purse. As she turned around from the cupboard she put a small gun in a leather pouch in her pocket. It clipped on, but you couldn't see the gun, just the wide metal clip.
Mommy walked back in and she looked a little silly. She had an old leather belt wrapped around her housecoat with a holster and gun hooked on it. Noel was a bit shocked. TV told her guns were bad and scary, but here she was having breakfast with three of her favorite people and they all had guns, and she wasn't scared even a little bit.
Marcus looked closely at Mommy's gun, or maybe her legs, her housecoat was open much more than normal. He said, "Ruger .380. Nice choice, Counselor. Connie has a 9mm Sig, a good fit for her hand. I've got my 1911 .45 Colt, and a 357 S & W as my backup in the small of my back." He said, "I'll get us all some more ammunition tomorrow, and if possible we should all try to get to a range for some practice after Christmas. Heck, with these guns around it would do Ms. Noel good to learn a bit about them at a range, and see what it feels like to fire them. Well not mine, they'd knock her on her ass, begging your pardon Ma'am. I learned when I was about her age."
Mommy said, "Yes, I believe you're right, we could all use some practice. Noel, sweet cheeks, do all these guns scare you?"
Noel just said, "No Mommy, not at all, and I'd like to learn more about them and try to fire them."
Mommy said, "Well, we'll see about that.Oh honey, Marcus and Consuelo will be living here for awhile. Last night was a terrible night. Some gang hurt a lot of people around here."
Noel said, "Mother, I know. It was worse than that. I heard the police say murders."
Mommy said, "Yes it was much worse, but now lets eat. Then a bit later we'll take you to see Santa Claus."
Now Noel knew very well that it wasn't the real Santa Claus at ALL the stores. It couldn't be. It was always just some man who was paid to pretend. But on the off chance that Santa, the real one, had some magic way of hearing what she told the fake one, it couldn't hurt anything.
Marcus said there was plenty of time before the stores opened, so he'd go check all around their house. Mommy said that she had to go get ready. Consuelo said that as soon as she cleaned up the kitchen, she'd set up two third floor rooms for her and Marcus.
Noel knew it wouldn't take her long to get ready so she went with Mommy. She was going to ask more about what happened last night. When she stepped in her Mother's room she forgot about that and said, "Mommy when I woke you up, I had to move your computer. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help seeing a picture of Marcus in swim trunks and big thick mittens on. I don't understand that."
Her Mother went stiff for a second and said, "That was from years ago when he was a boxer, those were boxing trunks, not swim trunks, and those were boxing gloves not mittens."
Noel couldn't stop her self, "Mommy, but why were you looking at Marcus that way?"
Her Mother looked flustered and said, "Uh, uh... I'm working on a case that involves boxers. Now no more questions. You know I can't talk about any cases."
All children know when parents are fibbing, and Noel knew her Mother was, she just didn't know about what or why.
"Mommy, is that what you were doing with that big microphone?"
"Noel, what on Earth are you talking about? I didn't have any microphone."
"Well, Mommy it was big, blue and kind of funny shaped. What was it?"
Her Mother got very flustered, and blushed. Noel'd never seen her Mother blush before. She said, "Uh, you saw that, huh?" Noel just nodded yes.
She'd never seen her Mother this flustered before and she never used words, like uh, or huh. Mommy took a deep breath then said, "You know how you sleep with that old stuffed toy dog, because it makes you feel good?" Noel nodded 'yes' again. "Well that's a toy for adults that makes me feel good sometimes. Now go to your room and get dressed and ready to go. I have to get ready to go too. Now scat."
Noel just said, "Ok, Mommy." She was half way down the hall to her room when she suddenly stopped. She thought about how 'Poochie Pie' had been making her feel so good the last few nights. Then she thought about the shape of Mommy's big blue toy. She just thought for a few minutes about how 'Poochie Pie's' nose kept getting further into her special place and how it made her feel good and tingly. With a figurative flash she knew how the big blue thing was making Mommy feel good. Noel, didn't understand it all, but the image in her mind wasn't too far off the mark. Noel had just taken a big step towards growing up.
Santa had finished New Zealand and was just finishing in Perth. He was pleased there was so little in Asia to do. Just a few towns in Siberia and some other scattered places where he needed to stop. For a few years he thought that Japan would be his, but it became clear all they really believed in was gifts. No milk, no cookies were left for him there, just warm sushi, and a few times a very young yariman dressed in a school uniform. Even his brother thought the Japanese were quite strange. Sex with a twelve year old whore in Tokyo was legal.
He had a very few stops in Africa to make, then on to Europe, right on schedule. The reindeer team, and the faeries were all performing perfectly. He was very pleased. He might not have been so pleased if he could see what was about to happen in his palace.
Mrs. Claus had fully woken, and was horny. Not a surprise. Sadly two of the tiny faeries were still in her mouth trying to clean the last of the moose, elk and yeti cum from her teeth, gums, and cheeks. They all thought that it was layers of encrusted cum on her teeth that kept them so white. Of course, the cum eating faggot faeries adored the taste and smell of any cum. The Yeti didn't care what she smelled like, nor did the reindeer, moose or elk. Santa, however, was made nauseous by her breath. As she yawned her portly, self awake, she swallowed the two faeries in her mouth. She didn't even notice. The two dropped through to her massive belly, and played for a while in the pools of cum there, eating and drinking their fill. Later they'd pass through her digestive system and get shit out. They were immortal in most cases, and truth be told, they liked shit and piss almost as much as they loved cum.
Mrs. Claus, just draped on her cloak, and slipped into mukluks, then headed off to the stable, never once considering that the reindeer and Santa were already long gone. The Yeti guards at the stable stepped aside and allowed her in. She was pleased until she saw all the empty stalls. She stormed back into the palace and headed towards that bastard's private bedchambers. Oh she knew he'd be gone, but she'd trash his rooms out of spite. Damn the man! He could have left her some of the reindeer. He really didn't need them at all, he was just playing with the silly human stories, poems and songs about him.
She reached his door and his Yeti made no attempt to stop her as she entered his rooms. The fucking eunuch's room smelled like sugar and spice and everything nice; it was revolting. But something was different. She took a deep breath. The room also smelled of sex. Had the prick finally gone gay along with his Faeries? She finally looked around, and there on his bed lay a pretty girl child. Mrs. Claus was infuriated. The very idea that the old fart would cheat on her. It was different than her with the beasts, at least in her mind. The girl in the bed was just staring at her. Mrs. Claus bellowed, and charged at the girl. She had every intention of tearing the harlot to shreds and leaving her body parts spread around his room.
As the tub of lard and cum, Mrs. Claus, launched herself at Lolita, who leapt straight up from the bed. Mrs. Claus landed face down on the bed. Her head hit the headboard and cracked that two inch slab of wood. Loli had been hovering, her tiny wings all a flutter. She landed with ease, one foot on the back of the fat slob's head, the other on her massive cottage cheese ass. Then Loli jumped to the floor in front of the roaring fireplace.
She said, "You must be Mrs. Claus. We haven't met. I'm Lolita or Loli for short. I'm Santa's private Succubus for as long as he likes. Unless you get off on watching, I suggest you learn to knock before entering."
The calm voice of the apparent child-whore just made Mrs. Claus more furious. Shaking her head, she stood facing the slut. Speaking with a snarl she said, "I don't give a fuck who or what you are. I'll rip you to pieces as snacks for the Yeti to eat."
Loli responded, "I've no doubt they'd enjoy eating me. Santa sure did. I believe he ate me three times last night. We fucked quite a lot and I loved sucking his cock. His cum is quite tasty. But, oh yes, I'm told you prefer reindeer dicks. To each her own kink. Myself, I like a nice hellhound from time to time, and I may try a yeti or three if Santa wants to watch."
The pretty young cum slut was just pissing off Mrs. Claus with what she said and even more with the calm, pleasant manner in which she said such things. Once more the fat Mrs. lunged at the girl. Loli merely stepped back into the flaming fireplace. She was a creature of Hell: fire and flames were nothing to her.
Mrs. Claus tried to stop and fell back on her ass, her rather large feet towards the flames, her head and arms further back. Loli reached out, grabbed the ankles of Mrs. Claus and with demon strength pulled her legs, up to her hips, into the roaring fire. The fat flabby legs started sizzling and bubbling. Loli leapt out of the fire with ease, landing cunt down on the massive tits of Santa's fat spouse. Using her demon strength she had no problems putting her hands on her foe's shoulders and holding her down.
Mrs. Claus was quite distracted by her quickly cooking legs, but was still surprised that she couldn't toss off this wee strumpet, try as she might.
Loli shifted so her knees were now on the Mrs.'s shoulders, still holding her down as her legs turned quite crisp. She reached towards Mrs. Claus's hair and pulled out several rather large clumps of congealed cum that the faeries had missed or not had time for. She rolled the clumps together into one baseball sized ball, and shoved it into Santa's wife's reeking mouth.
Lolita had underestimated her opponent. Mrs. Claus promptly bit down and took three of Loli's fingers along with the cum ball and swallowed all with great ease. Now both were immortal, so all injuries would heal, but that didn't mean that they didn't hurt. In this case the pain that Mrs. Claus was feeling from her cooking legs far exceeded the brief sharp pain that Loli felt. However, it's a very bad idea to make a succubus angry, and she promptly set Mrs. Claus' hair on fire. The cum-greasy hair went up with a flash. Mrs. Claus screamed so loud that the polar ice cap cracked. Loli slapped her silent as four Yeti rushed in. Lolita looked up and, "Hi guys. Mrs. Claus and I are just getting acquainted."
The Yeti had, of course, known that it would be interesting. It became more interesting when Loli patted out the burning hair, and pulled Mrs. Claus's legs, now medium rare, out of the fireplace. Mrs. Claus had stopped struggling. With the razor sharp forward edge of her wings, Loli sliced off the cooked legs, just below the vast gash. Mrs. Claus only moaned. She was out of this fight. Loli took a big bite of Mrs. Claus' left leg, licked her lips and said, "Not bad at all. Tastes like cum flavored lard. Here have a snack." She tossed the Yeti both legs and said, "When you've finished your snacks, be sure to give her a good fuck.With no legs in the way her twat is really wide open, and now she's quite hot, almost burning in fact. When you finish with her, don't let anyone one help her crawl back to her den. She can make her own way. She might even have to get used to moving like this."
The Yeti ate well. It was a rare treat and then fucked Mrs. Claus for hours. Those four and some others. They knew things had changed. Mrs. Claus was still wife, but there was a new Queen of Santa's domain.
Satan was feeling very lazy, this day. Baba Yaga had some incredible skills and on one who looked only 7 or 8 she was really quite thrilling.
Satan neither knew nor cared that his two favorite Succubi were waiting in pain and nearly dismembered at the foot of his throne. He had told them not to heal themselves.
Satan had just cum for, he thought, the 11th time. It was really 14, but why count. He then summoned Cerberus, who appeared in an instant, assuring Satan that all was ready for tonight. They'd left Santa's palace with all the Hellhounds except the two left for Mrs. Claus. Those two would look and behave like sweet and well trained team of Malamute sled dogs. The one to be left for the child, should that be her choice, was extra well trained and would be perfect in all ways. Satan began to tell him he could go when Cerberus, the three headed terror and master of all hellhounds, gave a slight whimper and licked Baba Yaga's toes. She giggled, reminding Satan that in many ways she was a 7 or 8 year nymphet.
Satan laughed and said, "Yes, my loyal fellow, I did say you could fuck her. After our night, I'm certain that it will be easier and more enjoyable for her. So go grab me a damned soul or more, so I can play too then go on and take her. I'll enjoy watching. But you can't take too long, remember. We need to go to the Ice Palace before long."
Cerberus vanished but was back in a flash, a damned soul in each of his three heads great mouths. First was a Priest who'd liked altar boy's bums and sweet mouths. Next was a lesbian nun, who'd taken advantage of many other nuns and quite a few wives and daughters. Third was a woman who'd hated all thoughts of any sex, while pretending her constant nightly masturbation was his work in her dreams- a true hypocrite. Cerberus was excited as he jumped on Baba at once. Baba was ready on her knees and forearms. She'd fucked many wolves when she was a live witch. Cerberus' forked cock found both of her nether holes and slipped in, in a slippery flash.
Satan enjoyed watching them so much that he passed on the damned souls and just told them to do the most humiliating and awful things they could imagine to one another. He was a little surprised when two more hellhounds and a she-male demon appeared. He thought he'd keep an eye on these three, their twisted ideas showed some promise. (Dear readers, how dirty are your minds? With the six just mentioned who did what to whom? Leave your guesses in the open section of our wonderful new chat system. Please.){Or even better, write a few paragraphs. No more than six; who knows it might even get incorporated into this Cheery Christmas Carol.}
To his delight the tiny Baba seemed to be enjoying herself at least as much as Cerberus was. As his two knots grew in her young looking cunt and small asshole, she didn't groan in pain, she moaned in ecstasy. He wondered what she'd think when the reverse barbs pulled out of her holes. She'd certainly feel some massive pain as the inter lining of her cunt and her ass were ripped out. About an hour later when his knots shrank down and he pulled out, Holy Hell, no scream just a loud, "OH, Fuck." She spun around quickly and using that preteen mouth, cleaned off his split cock of all cum and her juices, and blood. Then she chewed off her own flesh from his forked dick and swallowed it down. Good grief, a cannibal who also ate her own flesh. Oh, Satan really liked this one.
Satan even asked her if she'd ride along with him at least as far as his brother's ice palace. Of course she said 'yes'. Satan shifted his form and put on his motorcycle leathers. The colors on the back read, SANTA'S SLEIGH RIDERS' and smaller below it, .01%. He loved that play on words. His brother had matching leathers. They'd worn them together on a few trips to 'Burning Man' and often to Sturgis. Of course they had matching Harleys, one black and one red.
Baba clapped her small hands when she saw him so dressed and said, "Dark Master, I love it! May I wear something matching?"
"No, Baba, this is just for my brother and I. Choose other clothing, anything slutty will do. He keeps his domain very cold, my dear Baba."
Baba summoned some clothing and wished on some make up. It didn't take long before she looked like a $25 hundred dollar a night kiddy whore, dressed like a cheap streetwalker. It was perfect of course. No back on her super tight dress, she needed room for her wings, but she pulled those in tight. They strolled to the sled room to begin the trip. Oops, they passed by his throne where his two favorite Succubi were just moaning in pain, their bodies ripped asunder. Ah yes, now he recalled he'd ordered them both to service the dragons. He was quite certain that they'd learned a lesson. He waved them repaired, and they were perfection again.
Now repaired and restored, both Succubi began to speak. Satan waved them quiet and said, "No time for you now, we're off to my brother's. Tis Christmas Eve don't you know. I do hope you learned something. If not, you'll be back with the dragons and their balls will be less blue." With that he and Baba walked on, but Baba turned back for a glance with a smirk.
Continued in Part 4This story was first published on White Productions member site.
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