Mascara caked Kandy's pale cheeks from the tears she'd cried, the soft globes of her bottom toasty warm and exposed to the cool night air. Struggling to breathe, she was bounced along over a broad shoulder. One large hand possessively held her over the broad shoulder of Kris, her boss, as he returned to the sleigh she'd vacated. Abruptly she was tossed onto the seat. Whimpering, she tried to scoot away, only to be stopped by a hard grip on the ankle.
"Now, now." Kris drawled, low and dangerous. "I would think that that little spanking you just received would have taught you not to run from me, or do you need another lesson in what happens to naughty girls?"
Fearfully, Kandy stilled but kept her wide eyes fixed on Kris, like a mouse would watch a snake. Gone was the childhood icon that children grew up and believed in. In its place was a strong, hard muscled man, with eyes that burned in desire. Rumor had it that his father was a dwarf, and from the breadth of his chest, and the strength of his arms, Kandy believed it.
"But, Mistress Kringle . . . " she began, desperately, mind searching frantically for a way out of this mess.
Kris laughed, the traditional 'HO HO HO' suddenly sinister in her ears. "Kat chose you out for me, herself." he explained with a grin. "She always chooses my 'little helpers'. As a matter of fact, as we speak, Kat is tying up your little friend Silver for a little holiday fun of her own."
Kandy got even paler at the thought of what was being done to her childhood friend, Silver, but all thought of Silver left her mind, as she saw what was in Kris' hands.
"Thank you for giving me the time to pull out my toys." Kris smirked, dangling a manacle up for her to see. Immediately, Kandy resumed her struggles to get away, but Kris' hold on her tiny ankle was unbreakable, and before she knew it her left ankle was attached to D ring that had been hiding beneath the plush cushions in his sleigh. While she struggled against the unforgiving leather of her cuff, Kris pressed a switch on the side of the seat, and pushed the back of the seat until it was laid flat, making a bed-like area. Then he grabbed her other flailing leg, expertly dodging her kids, and attached it, too.
"Please, don't do this." Kandy begged Kris, as he moved to cover her body with his.
"You'll thank me in the morning." Kris whispered huskily before his mouth covered hers. Futilely Kandy pushed on his shoulders, desperate to break the kiss. Everyone knew the power of a kiss; Kris' magic could overcome hers. If he did that often enough she would become a slave to the power of his aura, she would do anything to feel it. Already she could feel his greater magic pressing into hers, making her pussy moisten and her nipples tighten with desire. Kris kept forcing his kiss on her, until she kissed him back, signaling that his magic had taken brief control of her body. But brief control was all he needed. While Kandy whimpered and writhed, her long fingered hands threaded through the long silver of his hair, he picked up the other manacles lying on the floor of the sleigh. Expertly he secured her hands to the other corners of the self made bed, then sat back to enjoy the site of his fiery helper, spread eagle in his sleigh.
"Oh, darlin'." he drawled. "My wife sure knows hot to pick the hotties." Kandy closed her eyes, dazed, and panted under the weight of his magic. Restlessly she writhed, trying to find something to rub her aching body against.
"Kris?" she gasped, full breasts heaving beneath the bodice of the tiny dress that was uniform for his 'helpers'.
"No, my sweet." Kris whispered, smoothing a hand up her long, smooth leg. He'd stripped off her tights earlier for her discipline. "From now on you refer to me as Master."
Kandy struggled to fight the pull of Kris' spell for a moment, then succumbed with a sigh. "Master?" she whispered.
"Good girl." Kris crooned, brushing her glossy, black hair off of her face, then dropped them to the large green buttons on her red dress. "Do you want something?"
"I want . . ." Kandy groaned, her voice trailing off in confusion, her train of thought derailed by the exquisite feelings racing through her. Kris finished baring her and smiled in delight at the pretty picture she presented. She was typical of elf-kind in her height and body type. Her ripe, pink tipped breasts were just enough to fill a hand, then narrowed down to a tiny waste and flat abdomen. The gentle flare of her hips framed her pretty pussy. Her legs were spread tightly enough that the full lips of her sex were slightly parted, and you could see the dewy pink interior. Despite her Goth exterior she was definitely pretty in pink.
Teasingly Kris trailed a finger down her shoulder, to the tight little nipples. "You want?" he prompted, his finger drawing invisibly circles as he waited for her reply.
Panting, Kandy arched her back, desperate for more direct contact. His words came to her as if from far away and she struggled to comprehend them. After a few frustrating seconds of his teasing she forced her brain to respond to his question.
"Touch me!" she whined. "Please, Master!"
Kris smirked, cupped the fullness of her breast. "Is that anyway to talk to your Master?" he said, warningly. Idly, his thumb moved to brush over her tight nipple.
"I'm sorry, Master." Kandy sobbed. "Please, touch me. Please, please, please."
Enjoying the sound of her pleas, Kris toyed with her for a few minutes before granting her the harder contact she craved. With his index finger and thumb he delicately pinched her nipple, and then steadily increased pressure, until she gasped and whined a bit in her throat. His other hand traveled down the dip of her waist to the smoothness of her pussy. He'd been pleasantly surprised at the lack of hair on her pussy when he'd bared her for her spanking. Casually he dipped a finger in her pussy, swirling the moisture he found there upward to her hard little jewel.
Kandy's body jerked and she cried out wordlessly. "Ooooooooooh!"
Kris' finger circled her clit, alternating rhythms, enjoying her cries and struggles to get firmer contact. Finally, he pinched her clit hard enough to send her over the edge.
"Oh!" Kandy exclaimed as she flew over the edge. After what seemed forever she sagged in her bonds, exhausted in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Grinning evilly, Kris stood. He didn't have time to fuck her, not yet. It was time to get moving, there were lots of presents left to deliver, but first he needed to ensure that she wouldn't escape when he was down the chimney. Scooping up a length of rope he'd left on the floor, he expertly maneuvered her lax body, pressing rope under her and tying hard knots in sensitive places. When he was done there was a line above and below her breasts, holding them out, as if for his inspection. Casually he leaned over and licked one of her pouting nipples. Then the rope looped prettily over her tummy several times, and had a line of rope went between the lips of her pussy, a knot directly on her clit. He had placed a special toy of his in her pussy before tightening the rope there. Then he slipped her dress back on, and buttoned it up. To the casual observer, no one would know how tightly she was bound, tight enough to make her aware of the rope at all times. Once she was safely dressed, he released her from her cuffs, and returned the seat to its upright position. Kandy was still limp, just beginning to return to her awareness.
"Now that you're alert enough to understand what I have to say, we need to have a quick conversation about your bounds. The rope I used to tie you is magically charged. First, only I can remove it; and second it's got a sexual charge. As long as you've got it on, you won't escape my magic - no matter how far away I am from you." Kris explained, knowing by the slight panic showing in her eyes that she understood his words. "Also, my pretty little toy in your pussy? If you try to leave the sleigh it will grow. And it will continue to grow until you return to the sleigh, but it will not get smaller. Remember that, my sweet, when you consider escaping. A little fullness is pleasurable, a lot is painful." Kris gently caressed her cheek. "And I will be very angry if my new toy is damaged this early in the game."
Taking a brief moment to adjust his hard cock in his pants, Kris shrugged back on his coat, and picked up the reins. "On, Dasher, on Dancer! On Prancer, on Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen." he roared, cracking his whip.
***
Sated and stunned, Kandy sat limply next to Kris, who was expertly handling the reins, leading the sleigh from house to house. While he was in the first house, she had worked up the courage to see if he was telling the truth about the dildo in her, and discovered he was. The rapidly growing toy had sent her scurrying back to the sleigh, breast bouncing, cheeks red. Somehow Kris knew when he returned, but he simply chuckled and refused to reduce it to its original size. Now, with every movement of her body, ever jerk of the sleigh, it rubbed seductively against the sensitive walls of her pussy. Combined with the knot pressing on her clit, she was already a mass of quivering nerves. Kandy fought not to wriggle against the knot. She refused to give Kris the satisfaction of seeing how well his devilish toys had worked.
THUMP! The sleigh landed, and Kandy let out a little whimper, and breathed a bit deeper.
