*This story is an erotic fiction by Chris Jackson. It is not to be shared, posted, downloaded, distributed or anything else without express permission. All characters are fictional and 18 or older. This content is intended for audiences 18 year old and older*
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and through Hailee’s house, not a creature was stirring, except for two elves.
Hailee finally had her dream pad all to herself. Away from her overbearing parents and pervy brother. It was her first Christmas Eve alone. She had spent the day with her family, and would tomorrow, too. But she had the luxury of retreating home to her own place after a long day of merry making. She was looking forward to resting up for the one to follow.
Hailee poured a glass of red wine from a bottle her mother had secreted away for her. She was all too happy to do her shaving and soak in a bubble bath. Christmas music softly played from her little Bose speaker as she poured a second glass of wine.
Once she was hairless and bathed, she dried off and put on her favorite pajamas. A cute matching midnight blue shorts and tank top set speckled with little white stars.
With her hair still coiled in a towel, she helped herself to a third glass. She watched a Yule log burn brightly on her big screen TV. Then she lit a candle on her coffee table and enjoyed the silence. The only noise was the crackling fake fire and gentle melodies.
After a fourth and final glass of red, she headed to bed. Hailee knew it would be an early morning. A long day of blessed Christmas festivities awaited her.
The freshly turned 20 sorority princess locked all her doors and went to bed. With a warm buzz, she dreamed happy, sugar plum dreams.
Unknown to Ms. Davis, all her locks and security systems meant little to nothing at all. Christmas magic wielded by the North Pole Elves didn’t care about human locks. They were Santa’s own little helpers, after all.
Hailee hadn’t believed in such things since she was a little girl. She was an adult now, well on her way to earning a full college education. Never mind she was drinking, partying, and casually sleeping through all of it.
But Hailee… there really is a Santa Claus!
Under the door the little bastards did scurry. They changed back to full form, though still being no higher than an adult’s knee.
With cat-like stealth, the curl-toed shoe wearers crept. They passed Hailee’s tree and her stocking hung without much care. She wasn’t getting presents from St. Nick this year, and she’d soon find out why.
“This must be her room,” Tinsel the elf called to Sugar Cookie.
“Let’s be careful, then,” whispered Sugar Cookie. They didn’t want to wake the young lady just yet.
Reaching over his head, Sugar Cookie carefully and oh so slowly opened Hailee’s room. The smallest sliver of light pierced through the darkness. Enough to illuminate Hailee’s long brunette hair. “Yes! There she is,” Sugar Cookie confirmed, and waved Tinsel forward.
The pair crept in with their instruments of holiday mischief at the ready.
Sugar Cookie expertly tied Hailee’s wrists to her bed posts with a red and green striped bow. Tinsel did the same with her ankles, using a bow that looked like candy canes.
“Hailee Davis, it’s time to wake up!” Tinsel called in her voice. It tinkled like silver bells, matching her hair that was her namesake.
“Urgh… what?” a drowsy Hailee asked, starting to wake from slumber.
“It’s time to wake up, silly!” Sugar Cookie tried again. His voice was melodious and sweet, hiding his intent. “We’re Santa’s elves, and we’re here to meat out Santa’s just punishment!”
“Wait, what the fuck?” Hailee snapped, not sure she heard them right.
“Yes indeed,” Tinsel chirped happily. “You’re on Santa’s naughty list this year. You need to learn a lesson. We don’t want this to happen again,” she said. Her little hands were on her waif hips, her voice mockingly stern, and her ruby red lips pouted.
“I didn’t have that much to drink!” Hailee said in disbelief. “You guys aren’t real. I’m dreaming,” Hailee tried to shake it all off. She tried to sit up, but the bows around Hailee’s wrists held true. North Pole bows were made of stronger stuff, as we all know.
“Nuh-uh, Ms. Hailee. We are all too real. And we’re here to teach you it’s good to be good,” Tinsel giggled. Her size dwarfed to maybe a foot tall as she climbed onto Hailee. Being small increases the chance of success on stealth missions.
“Get the fuck off me!” Hailee growled and tried to roll her off. But Tinsel stuck her arms out and balanced just fine.
“My Ms. Hailee, you buck like a reindeer!” She giggled. “And that’s part of why Santa needs you to be punished. He sees you when you’re sleeping. He sees what you’re doing when you should be sleeping. And you are certainly a naughty girl,” Tinsel laughed.
Sugar Cookie joined Tinsel on top of Hailee’s ribs. “Let’s get this started, shall we?” The boy-elf asked, materializing a pair of scissors about his size. He used them to profound effect, cutting Hailee’s sleep top open from bottom hem to chest line.
“Wait, what are you doing? What the fuck is this?” she protested as more of her delectable, smooth flesh was revealed by the little immortal.
“That language is another reason you’re on the list, Hailee. You’re pretty, but you’re also pretty ugly on the inside.” The pint-sized elf scolded the college girl. Tinsel played with Hailee’s rapidly pebbling brown nipple as Sugar Cookie did the same, stimulating, both chest buds.
“Stop that, you little freaks,” Hailee growled. But it mixed with a moan as they pleasured her brown nubs. “You don’t know what you’re doing!”
“She really hates it, Sugar Cookie! Keep going!” Tinsel proclaimed, misunderstanding Hailee’s resigned pleasure for pain.
The little troublemakers not only rubbed and tweaked Hailee’s now rock-hard nipples but started to lick and bite her treasures. Their little mouths created very precise, pin-point sensations. Hailee gasped and wreathed under their micro ministrations.
“Please! Stop!” Hailee begged. She hated how this weird late-night torture humiliated her, felt so bizarre, but titillated her all the same. “Stop!” She pleaded again. She didn’t hate that she hated this. No, she hated that she liked it. And Ms. Hailee liked it a lot.
“Keep going, Tinsel. I’ll make sure she really learns her lessons all over!” Sugar Cookie said confidently. He had his scissors back and dancing down Hailee’s flat, rolling tummy.
Tinsel slightly warped her size again, so she could work on both of Hailee’s nipples, much to her gain. The idea was to teach Hailee not to be bad. But if this was the price for being bad… Hailee was beginning to think it wasn’t a bad price to pay.
“What are you doing down there?” Hailee yelped as she felt Sugar Cookie jump over her bellybutton.
“Santa said to make sure you learn your lesson good, with no stone unturned!” He said sternly in his mousy voice.
Hailee felt the cool metal grazing her soft hot skin and then heard the slice of fabric. She felt the elastic waistband of her sleep shorts lose all tension.
“Stay away from there you little shit!” Hailee yelled. Her voice cracked as Tinsel gave a good nip to her chest. “I’m warning you!” She tried feebly as Sugar Cookie cut lower, making it down to her crotch. Only her panties kept Sugar Cookie away from her own cookie.
“You naughty girl!” he reprimanded as he laid slap after slap with his small hands down on her pussy mound and just above her clit. The little but intense actions made her jolt each time, but there wasn’t nearly enough power to make it hurt.
“Stop that! That’s not an okay place to touch a person, you little perv!” Hailee shouted. Her brown eyes were alight with rage and indignation, and pleasure.
“I bet it would hurt more if I got past this last layer!” He thought aloud and again brandished his trusty scissors.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Hailee chanted as she felt the cool air of the bedroom touch her baby smooth mound, pussy lips, and inner thighs.
With her underwear discarded, Sugar Cookie had a full view of her. He whistled lewdly. “You’re a pretty one, Ms. Hailee. I’m glad you’re our first Naughty List assignment.”
It all came together now for Hailee; these elves were brand new to this. They had no idea what the fuck they were doing.
“I bet you’re ticklish,” he said. Sugar Cookie started dancing his little fingers over her mound, and down to her soft labia.
“I am not!” She argued in tight, weak breaths. She gasped fully, her chest rising under Tinsel as Sugar Cookie found her clit. “Get away from there!” Hailee pleaded more desperately than ever.
These stupid little creatures were going to give her an orgasm while she was tied down with Christmas bows. It wasn’t her expected way to come undone so early in the morning. She didn’t hate the delivery system. An earth-shattering orgasm coming from Santa’s little helpers was the hang-up her.
“I found the most ticklish spot!” He said victoriously. Sugar Cookie rubbed her clit quickly. He enjoyed the shuttered breaths and sobs coming from Hailee as she was pleasured by these two misguided weirdos.
“You need to stop that!” Hailee tried to order. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter, feeling Sugar Cookie’s little hands getting slipperier. “Please stop! I mean it! I’m going to… I’m going to… OH FUCK!” Hailee screamed out. Her back arched and her entire body convulsed under the strangest orgasm she had ever had.
“Are… are you happy now?” Hailee breathed as she came back down.
“Not yet,” Tinsel said. She hopped off Hailee and returned back to her full size as she climbed down to the floor. “We need to do some intel for the Big Guy. We need to see what toys you have. He said there are toys in here no girl on the Nice List should have.”
“Like hell you need to go through my stuff!” Hailee snapped. She watched on with anxiety; tied down and helpless.
The little idiot climbed her dresser and opened the top drawer.
“Ms. Hailee, I’m tired of your potty mouth,” Tinsel chastised. With a snap of her finger, a large gum drop was in Hailee’s mouth, muffling her but not stretching her jaw too hard. At least they were a little merciful. “Now what’s this?” Tinsel asked in awe as she pulled up Hailee’s trusty Hitachi.
Hailee violently shook her head and tried to call out, but the gum drop made it impossible to understand.
“I don’t think she wants to share, Tinsel. Another strike on the naughty list!” Sugar Cookie said. Another slap on Hailee’s clit made her arch her back again and her eyes roll.
With a double blink, Tinsel and the Hitachi were down by Hailee’s weeping slit. She joined Sugar Cookie, who was gently teasing her, keeping her good and wet.
“Let’s see how this thing works,” Sugar Cookie said. He turned on the wand, making it vibrate to life. It startled both of them as it shook them violently. “Wow, that’s a lot of kick!”
“It tickled my whole body!” Hailee heard Tinsel say. For a moment, there was silence. Hailee didn’t like it. She couldn’t see the evil smile they both shared. Then, Hailee heard the loud whir start up again.
“MPHHHMMPPH!” Hailee cried out as Tinsel and Sugar Cookie worked together to hold the Hitachi to Hailee’s sensitive pussy lips and up to her clit. Up, down, and back again, they went. They pressed in hard, pushing in her fleshy curtains and exposing her swollen clit more. They tortured the young Rho Mu Delta sister as she helplessly thrashed about.
Hailee pulled uselessly on her ribbons in a fight to get away from the naive pair. They thought they were simply tickling her. Tinsel and Sugar Cookie had no idea they were foisting so much pleasure upon her. How would they know she was so close to falling apart? Did North Pole elves even have orgasms?
Hailee sobbed and cried as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from her in rapid succession. The ignorant elves laughed and laughed happily as Hailee started to see colors and thrash like a possessed woman. She feared she might actually pass out at any moment.
Young Ms. Davis had no track of time as she was sensually tortured. She felt lightheaded and dehydrated as her pussy was a river of arousal that the pair of little fucks just stood in like fly anglers.
Her muffled cries went unanswered as her tears streamed down her beautiful soft face and high cheekbones.
The Hitachi finally stopped after what felt like hours to Hailee.
“Sugar Cookie, this is all making me thirsty,” Tinsel said. The little elf wiped her sweaty brow.
“Me too,” the tiny blonde helper confirmed. “Ms. Hailee is leaking plenty for both of us to drink!” the fucking idiot said.
Hailee’s eyes shot wide. She looked down the sweating plain of her body to see the elves had their itty-bitty hands running along her inner thighs and up her pussy lips. They did this only to bring her arousal to their mouths.
They both sipped and hummed happily. “She’s so tart, sweet, tangy, and good!” Tinsel said as she scooped her hand, helping herself to more. Sugar Cookie did the same thing. He groaned like it was the tastiest hot cocoa he had ever indulged in.
Next thing she knew, Hailee felt two little mouths and two little tongues lapping her up from asshole to clit. The two pointy-ears licked her juices like they were licking lollipops or ice cream cones. When she couldn’t hold back a moan, the elves smiled and doubled down. Tinsel and Sugar Cookie sloppily licked and sucked her, getting all they could as she produced more.
Soon, however, Hailee felt only one mouth, and it grew larger in size to make up for the partner’s absence.
Hailee turned her head and saw Sugar Cookie, the boy, rifling through her drawer again.
“Ooh! This one’s pretty!” He spoke. The pint-sized fool was holding up Hailee’s prized butt plug with a ruby at the base.
She began crying anew. Hailee fought against the idea that these pocket-sized monsters would use her own plug on her. She cried and tried to kick them away but couldn’t.
Sugar Cookie returned to the scene of liquid arousal. “If that’s for the big hole,” he said, pointing to the Hitachi. “I wonder if this is for the little hole,” he said curiously. The infuriating blonde patted Hailee’s sweet, innocent little brown star.
“MMMM! MPPHGGG PLLLRRRGG!” Hailee fought and struggled helplessly as she felt the two hoist up the plug and tried to push it in.
“It doesn’t want to go in, Tinsel,” Sugar Cookie complained. They pressed and pressed, but to no avail.
“Hmmm. You know how sometimes parts at the toy factory don’t go where they need to until they get oily?” Tinsel asked.
“Yeah?” Sugar Cookie said. He wasn’t sure he was following along.
“We just need to get it oily!” She said proudly. The pair angled the rounded tip of the plug up and slid it easily in and out of Hailee’s pussy. The plug got warm, wet, and shiny. “That looks way better!” She said and angled it down.
Hailee knew by now that fighting was pointless. She decided the best thing to do was make it easier on herself. So, swallowing her pride, Hailee relaxed her legs and anus as the little miscreants pushed in again.
This time, the tapered piece of warmed-up metal slid all the way to the flared, ruby base. But the little fools didn’t exactly know what to do once it was in. So, like they did with her pussy, they pulled it out, and slid it back in. Over and over, fucking Hailee’s cute little bubble ass with her own large plug.
Hailee shamelessly mewled and moaned, lost in ecstasy as she admitted her defeat to the little shits. She heard the buzzing again and laid back.
The honor roll student screwed her eyes shut as Tinsel worked her plug and Sugar Cookie used the vibe on her pussy and clit. She could hear and feel their mouths on her as they drank her constantly flowing cunt juice.
They gave her orgasm after orgasm, not caring how she begged and moaned. The gum drop stopped her from uttering anything that could make them stop.
Finally, it was too much, and the sorority girl passed out under the exotic, taboo assault.
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On Christmas morning, Hailee woke up as usual. Her bed was perfectly dry. The smell of sex was no longer in the air. Her arms and legs were free with no sign of chafing, and her favorite pajamas were in one piece!
Hailee huffed and rubbed her eyes, seeing no indication that what happened last night was real. Had it all been a weird dream?
As she put on her fluffy robe and slipped her feet into her plush slippers, she walked out into the kitchen. There she found a packet of “Santa’s Favorite Cocoa” and two candy canes on the counter. Something odd had certainly happened that Christmas Eve. Something that made her wonder. If that was the penance for being on the Naughty List, how good was the reward for making the Nice List?