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An Elf Maiden's Christmas
by PJ (pjurado@aol.com)
***
Being a Santa's Elf is "harder" work than one might
think. (MF, FF, fantasy, xmas)
***
The spirit of Naar floated helplessly in the darkness of
space, his soul a cloud of ethereal, black smoke. He
watched angrily as the universe was consumed by the
Light of Ishir and Kai, their benevolent gazes bringing
new life to the worlds he had purified with fire and
death. At the Dark God's side floated Gwena, an Elf girl
who had succumbed to Naar's evil power.
*This Light, this goodness sickens me,* snarled Naar
mentally to his disembodied slave.
*Is there any way we can halt its advance?* asked Gwena
meekly.
*Yes, we must purge it one world at a time, weakening
the Light gods' power until we can emerge once more to
claim what is mine,* replied Naar.
*Where shall we start, dread lord?* inquired Gwena
eagerly.
*There, that little speck. I sense a great force of
goodness and peace at the planet's northern pole. You
will go there, possess a vessel, and destroy the Light
anyway you can,* commanded Naar.
*I obey, master* acknowledged Gwena, her gaseous form
narrowing to a thin stream before it shot down to a
blue-green planet named Earth.
Tifa straightened her slim shoulders back, then adjusted
her green skirt and tunic one more time before leaving
her new quarters to assemble with the rest of the new
toy assemblers. The young elf girl merged with the long
line of elfin females quietly rushing to the gathering
chamber ahead. Tifa brushed a stray lock of red hair out
of her lovely face, then moved into place in the third
row of the assembly.
The group of elf girls stood silently at attention,
their green clothing spotless and orderly. A tall elf
woman entered the chamber, then walked proudly to the
podium placed on a raised dais in front of the assembled
girls. The woman was dressed in a neat black business
jacket, white blouse, and knee-length skirt. Silky black
hose covered her long legs, while her feet were encased
in polished black stiletto heels. The elf woman slid her
right hand over her slicked-back raven hair that ended
in a tightly coiled ponytail.
"Good morning, ladies. My name is Eva. I will be your
supervisor as you begin your first day on the assembly
line. Our leader, Mr. Claus, has placed a great deal of
faith in every one of you. I expect you to live up to
Mr. Claus' expectations and perform your duties
efficiently and quickly. Christmas is almost upon us, we
have to meet our production deadlines. Now go to your
individual team leaders and make the best toys you can,"
said the elf woman crisply.
The gathered elf girls broke from their orderly lines to
proceed to their work assignments. Tifa left the
chamber, traveled down several long hallways, then
descended one level to the electronics assembly area.
The petite elf girl approached her team leader, a stern
old elf woman named Sharon.
"Who are you?" snapped Sharon when she saw Tifa
approaching.
"My name is Tifa. I'm a grade six assembler," replied
the fiery-maned girl quickly.
"Grade six? A beginner, huh? Go over to section thirteen
to screw on case lids," ordered Sharon with an abrupt
raising of her right arm.
Tifa nodded her acceptance, then hastily went to the
indicated post. She picked up a motorized screwdriver
from the small worktable in front of her, then fastened
screws into the case holes of the VCR that rolled in
front of her and stopped.
Tifa barely got all the screws in place before the VCR
rolled away to her left to be replaced by another
unsealed unit. The beautiful young elf girl screwed the
second case into place, slowly learning a style that
allowed her to move smoothly from one unit to the next.
Dozens, then hundreds of VCRs passed beneath Tifa, the
repetitive procedure making her mind fuzzy and unfocused
as she screwed the same holes again and again with her
motorized screwdriver.
Gwena hovered invisibly over the assembly area, her
gaseous form so spread out that she was transparent. She
searched the laboring elf workers until she found one
particularly bored and drowsy elf girl. The female's
mind was open and unshielded as Gwena poured down and
engulfed the slim young girl.
Tifa coughed briefly, then became dizzy, her thin body
swooning next to the rolling assembly line. She missed
one VCR, then two, the line finally stopping when she
failed to screw four cases. A nearby co-worker squeezed
Tifa's right arm in concern until team leader Sharon
marched forward to see what was amiss.
"What's going on? You failed to complete your work,"
admonished Sharon crossly.
"I'm sorry, I'm feeling faint," replied Tifa as she held
her left hand to her pale brow.
Sharon yanked Tifa's hand away from her forehead, then
touched it herself with her own wrinkled palm.
"You do feel a little flushed. Go back to your quarters
and rest for the remainder of the work cycle. I'll check
in on you later to see if you can work a late shift,"
said Sharon with a frown.
"Yes, ma'am," agreed Tifa before she stumbled out of the
crowded assembly room. The young elf girl slowly went
back to her small room, then carefully locked the only
door.
"A body, at last!" purred Gwena as she slid her small
hands down Tifa's flat belly to her graceful hips. The
possessed elf girl quickly took off her tunic and skirt,
leaving only her white cotton panties, ankle socks, and
green shoes. Gwena looked at her new face from the
mirror framed over Tifa's underwear cabinet, adjusting
the green pointed cap rakishly over her short straight
red hair. She squeezed her young, just budding breasts
together, then pouted her delicate, unpainted lips.
"I'm hot!" smiled Gwena happily, her hands roving down
to caress her own tight, small buttocks. The partially
naked elf girl leaned back against the wall, watching
herself in the mirror as she fondled her own tits,
pinching the little pink nipples until they hardened.
Gwena licked her sensuous lips, then placed her hands
over her crotch, slowly rubbing her pussy until a small
stain appeared on the fabric of her panties. Gwena
moaned softly, pulling the front of her panties aside
with her left hand as her right slid up and down her
moist cunt, teasing it into arousal.
She gazed at herself in the mirror, her eyes narrowed
and smoldering with lust while she fingered her own
pussy, made it hot with desire. The elf girl inserted a
finger into her quivering vagina, pushing the digit deep
into her melting love tunnel. Gwena gasped with
remembered ecstasy, every sensation from Tifa's body
awakening a memory of a prior sexual experience.
Gwena's finger moved faster inside her slit, the member
thrust in and out, honey dripping from the pumping
digit. The elf girl shoved a second finger inside her
twat with the first, both probes moving together,
rhythmically fucking her clenching hole.
Gwena's hips gyrated erotically, her small, round ass
smacking the cement wall of the bedroom as she groaned
with each shove of her long fingers. Gwena's legs became
weak, she shuddered as an orgasm built inside her
stomach, expanding out to pour from her trembling cunt.
Sharon the team leader crashed through the door just as
Tifa climaxed, her closed lips shaking while a thick
stream of pussy juice poured down her bare thighs.
"So this is what you're doing!" snarled Sharon, her grey
eyes burning with fury.
Before Gwena could spin a lie, the old elf woman grabbed
Tifa's left wrist and dragged the bare-breasted girl to
her small bed. Sharon sat down heavily, draped Tifa over
her legs, then began spanking the elf girl sharply
across the buttocks. Tifa squeaked with each skin
searing slap, but Gwena reveled in the pain, the old
woman's punishing touch sent shivers of delight over the
elf girl's ass and up her spine. Fresh juices slid out
of Tifa's pussy to fall against Sharon's upper legs.
"Wicked, lustful child!" exclaimed Sharon, her eyes
shocked and dismayed at the sight of Tifa's continued
arousal. The old elf woman redoubled her spanking, her
palm lashing out to smack Tifa's lovely ass until it
glowed cherry-red with abuse.
Tifa writhed under Sharon's ministrations, her cries
barely disguising Gwena's erotic bliss. Sharon ripped
off Tifa's drenched white panties, then renewed her
correctional onslaught. The spanking dragged on for ten,
then twenty minutes, Tifa's ass becoming purple with
bruises while an increasing torrent of vaginal fluid
spurted out onto Sharon's lap.
"Disgusting little whore!" spat Sharon before she yanked
painfully back on Tifa's short red hair.
"Mistress, please!" begged Tifa, tears glimmering in her
wide green eyes to contrast the wanton smile adorning
her full lips.
"Master Claus will sort you out, evil child!" threatened
Sharon before she pushed Tifa off of her cum-stained
skirt, then bent down slowly to retrieve the young
girl's discarded skirt and tunic.
"Cover yourself up before you go to see our master,"
ordered Sharon, disgust blatant in her sharp gaze while
she guarded Tifa's preparations. Gwena gloated at her
victory, now she would encounter the source of the Light
and destroy it for her Dark Lord.
"Master Claus?" inquired Sharon respectfully from the
open doorway.
"May I trouble you for a moment?"
"Come in, team leader Sharon. I just need to finish one
more database update," replied Santa Claus from his
desk, his elderly face bathed in the light of a computer
monitor. Sharon pushed Tifa forward, then followed the
girl closely from behind.
"Margaret Weis, nice. Christian Slater, naughty. Nikki
Dial, very naughty, but I'll give her a present anyway,"
chuckled Santa while he tapped computer keys swiftly.
"This low grade worker has been engaging in activities
unbecoming of an elf in your service," reported Sharon
indignantly. "I respectfully request that she be
discharged and sent back to our homeland for re-
education."
"This must be serious," frowned Santa just before he
saved his work and swivelled his large, cushioned chair
around to face the two elfin females.
"May I present my case to you in private, master?"
requested Tifa hesitantly. "There are extenuating
circumstances surrounding my recent behavior."
"Very well. Mistress Sharon, you will return to your
work area until I summon for you," commanded Claus with
a nod.
"As you wish," replied Sharon with a low bow before she
retreated from the room.
"Sit, child. Tell me your side of the story," invited
Claus with a beckoning gesture to one of the chairs
facing his polished oak desk.
Tifa sat carefully within the chair to Santa's right,
then crossed her slim legs delicately.
"Master, ever since I arrived here, I've begun feeling
things, things I've never experienced before," said Tifa
in a soft, confused voice.
"What kinds of things?" probed Santa, his fingers
steepled together over his immense belly.
"When I first saw you, when you addressed the newly
arrived workers, I felt something I'd never felt before,
a warm, fluttering heat in my stomach," replied Tifa
with a bright red blush.
Santa coughed in embarrassment, his own white skin
flushed under his large beard and thick white eyebrows.
"As I saw you again and again, heard your voice
addressing us all, the feelings grew, until I felt a
nice warmth between my legs," admitted the young girl,
her gaze focused on the rug under her small feet.
"When Mistress Sharon found me in my room, I was
touching my special place, thinking about you, how I
wanted you to touch me there," whispered Tifa, her lips
trembling with guilt.
Santa coughed again, perspiration gathering on his
forehead.
"Uh, my dear, these feelings are normal in a young girl
like yourself. You are young for an elf, you still have
much to learn and experience about life. If you promise
not to let these feelings of yours interfere with your
work, I think that I can let this incident pass. I need
all the able bodies I can find to get the toys ready for
Christmas, I need you to focus on your job," said Santa,
his eyes fixed on Tifa's.
"I will if you do something for me, master," purred
Gwena within Tifa's luscious body. "Make love to me,
just once."
"What?! Impossible! I'm married!" choked Santa.
"Just once, master," smiled Tifa seductively as she
pulled off her tunic, then slipped off her green skirt.
Santa's eyes bulged with the sight of Tifa's small,
tempting breasts and flat stomach. Gwena took off her
panties, then threw them onto Santa's gaping face. The
underwear fell onto Santa's nose just before Gwena
crawled onto the desk and sat down on her tight ass,
spreading out her legs to bare her red-bushed pussy at
the sweating fat man.
"Lick my cunt, master. Stick your wet tongue into my hot
fuck hole," begged Gwena huskily, her tits pert and
firm.
"N-no, put your clothes back on," groaned Santa, the
scent of Tifa's panties still lingering within his
nostrils.
"Please, fuck me," pleaded Gwena, her thin arms wrapping
around Santa's bulging neck while her long legs pressed
against Claus' ribs.
Santa inhaled the rich musk coming from Tifa's open
pussy, the folds of cunt flesh slick with her sweet
juices. Her cunt begged to be sucked, to be devoured by
a hungry mouth. The naked elf girl pressed her young
tits against Santa's face, the flesh soft and warm with
the heat of her sensual body. Despite his conscious
decision to reject the horny elf girl, Santa ran his
tongue up the cleft between Tifa's breasts, his teeth
nibbled on her little pink nipples until she panted with
lust.
"Yes, suck my titties," encouraged Gwena as she searched
the desk with her eyes, seeking anything that could be
used as a weapon.
Santa sucked wetly on Tifa's small breasts, his lips
latched onto her silky flesh and suckled the little
mounds until they dripped with saliva. Gwena moaned
deeply, urging the fat man on as her green eyes focused
on a shining, silver letter opener. Smiling cruelly to
herself, Gwena began reaching out with her left hand
while Santa licked down her bare stomach to her musky
crotch.
"I haven't tasted a young pussy in decades," growled
Claus before he pushed his hairy face into Tifa's pussy,
his tongue sliding obscenely within her moist vagina.
Gwena groaned with feigned pleasure, wriggling her cunt
against Santa's mouth while her hand inched closer to
the sharp opener lying on the desktop.
Santa pushed Tifa back onto the desk, prying her thighs
apart so he could lick her inner flesh, then suck lewdly
on her dripping slit. Gwena cursed as she lay on her
back, her fingers desperately grasping for the unseen
weapon. The old man slid his tongue up and down Tifa's
cunt, circling her clit until it grew hard and
glistening. Gwena gasped despite herself, waves of lost
ecstasy washing over her mind.
Tifa's pussy trembled under Santa's oral attentions,
honey flowed freely from her young womb, quickly lapped
up by the sex-crazed fat man. Gwena pinched her right
nipple with her right hand while her left hand finally
found the letter opener. An orgasm built within Tifa's
naked, quivering body just as she raised the opener over
her head and prepared to plunge it into Santa's skull.
"Santa! You're late for the inspection!" declared Mrs.
Claus as she charged into the dimly-lit office. Her eyes
widened in surprise at the sight of her elderly husband
eating out a young elf girl's cunt upon the desktop.
Santa's head shot up from Tifa's crotch, his lips and
chin stained with her clinging pussy fluids.
"Mr. Claus, you march right out of here!" ordered Mrs.
Claus sharply, acid dripping from her voice.
"Yes, ma'am," nodded Santa hastily before he grabbed his
red snow hat and waddled out of the sex-reeking office.
"Ah, another young elf bitch who thinks she can move up
in the organization by having sex with the boss," said
Mrs. Claus with a mournful shake of her gray-haired
head. "When will you little sluts learn?"
"It's not what you think," retorted Gwena hastily while
she prepared to throw the letter opener at the old
crone's head.
"I suppose I'll just have to make another example,"
shrugged Mrs. Claus as she withdrew a silenced pistol
from her apron and aimed it at Tifa's bare chest.
"Oh, shit," murmured Gwena just before a bullet smashed
into her lovely chest, ripping an ugly hole into her
heart before it exited out her back.
*You failed me, again,* said Naar softly, his glowing
red eyes locked on Gwena's free-floating essence.
*Forgive me, lord! Let me try again!* begged Gwena
pathetically.
*No,* replied Naar before he invoked a spirit wrack,
ripping Gwena's essence into minuscule little shards of
vapor. The elf girl spirit's screams of agony soothed
Naar's troubled mind as he slowly floated away from
Earth, back to the empty void of outer space.
*We failed to destroy the Light here, but there will be
other opportunities, other worlds to purify,* mumbled
the dread god as he dragged Gwena's splintering spirit
after him, sending bolts of purple lightning into her
consciousness, making her beg for release.
The End
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