An Elf
Maiden's Christmas
by PJ
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.