This story contains elements of sexual domination, forced submission, mind control, and non-consensual sex acts. Please do not read this text if you are disturbed by these themes. This is a work of fiction and the ideas depicted in the story should only exist in fantasy. When interacting with others in real life, always threat them with kindness.
There's no sunrise at the North Pole in late December. Nevertheless, the pixies always know when it's time to wake. The one called Tobi flittered near the ear of the house gnome, raising him from his fitful rest. Moving from the reclined seat he used for his bed, the house gnome stood and stretched. He did not enjoy his life, but he was resigned to see his tasks through.
As he gained his balance, he moved toward the large bed in the center of the room. Tobi had flown ahead of him, and was whispering softly into the ear of Mrs. Clause, waking her. The nude wife slid from the blankets and stood gracefully.
The house gnome reached up and took her hand. His head was no higher than her thigh and as he led her to the bathroom to begin their morning routine he looked like a child dragging along a reluctant parent. Once inside the chamber, the room was illuminated through the power of Christmas magic.
The house gnome gently guided his ward to the throne and stood by silently as she emptied her water into the pot. She sighed as her bladder was emptied, a tiny burden removed from her. The house gnome stood mute, his hand resting on her naked thigh listing to the tinkling of water and smelling the acrid scent of her waste.
It's not commonly known that Mrs. Clause is a title, not a name. In fact, although there has only ever been one Santa, this Mrs. Clause is the ninety-second woman to serve as Mrs. Clause. The first Mrs. Clause had been thought to be immortal, just as the big man himself, but after thousands of years by his side, she was violently removed from the mortal plane.
When her waste was expelled, Mrs. Clause stood, turning away from the house gnome and leaned forward, with her hands resting on the vanity. The house gnome pushed a small stool between her legs, then stood on it and pushed his lips to her moist folds, using his tongue and mouth to clean the last drips of urine from her labia and buttocks.
While the true nature of Santa is only really understood by those who can shift between the dimensions of time and reality, it is generally understood that he was born into this word as the forbidden offspring of two eternally warring factions. His father an imbued servant of the creator and his mother a favored spawn of the deceiver. A singular soul and the only one know to have dominion over the powers of order and the powers of chaos as a birth rite.
When the house gnome was satisfied that he'd cleaned the Master's wife he retrieved the lube bucket from a shelf and pushed is tiny arm into the goo all the way up to his elbow. Returning to his stool, once again behind the towering woman, he carefully rubbed the lube onto her delicate pucker and eased his first finger into her anus.
No one on earth knows how old Santa is, only that he has existing on this plane for tens of thousands of years. Growing in understanding and power, and learning over millennia how to control the duality of his gifts. Sometime before the first man fucked the first neanderthal he had found his balance. He'd mastered both the power of creation and the power of destruction. For every benevolent act, he was laden with a burden that could only be relieved though an act of selfishness.
As her anus relaxed, the house gnome pushed more fingers into Mrs. Clause until his whole hand was inside her up to the wrist. He then began stroking his little arm, pushing deeper each time until he was moving from wrist to elbow with every stroke. Her whispered moans gained urgency, and her soft flesh heated and burned with passion.
The house gnome heard the stir from the other room. Santa was awake, no doubt the work of the pixies. He quickened his pace, knowing the more he was able to lube and relax the woman, the more readily she could accept what was coming.
While Santa is typically regarded as a generous and giving soul, he knew that to maintain his power he would also need to balance his desires, and enable his selfish nature in some way. His favorite way was by fucking. He became the most powerful, and experienced, and selfish cocksman the world has ever known.
When the Master entered the chamber, the house gnome turned to face him, his tiny arm still stroking in and out. Santa stood in front of the house gnome, his naked cock just inches from the tiny creatures mouth. Santa's cock is huge. The house gnome used his free hand to grab the cock and push the foreskin back, exposing the turgid purple glands.
He forced the tip of the cock into his mouth, his lips stretched around the base of Santa's cock head. When he released the foreskin, it slid forward, flowing around his lips and covering them completely. The effect made it look as if the house gnome was a part of the cock, his whole body a gross appendage of the powerful being's phallus.
Still pumping his arm into Mrs. Clause's bowels the house gnome prepared to serve. He did not have long to wait. Suddenly the hot putrid taste of the powerful man's piss filled his mouth and assaulted his sense. Still he fisted with all his might. Fisting and swallowing and trying beyond hope to ignore the hell he was living. Trying to ignore the humiliation and the degradation. Trying to ignore the burning and the pain in this throat, the strain of his stretched lips. Trying to ignore the bloating and the fullness that came from stomaching the larger man's waste.
He looked up into the large man's eyes and saw his pleasure. The selfishness of forcing this pain and humiliation onto another soul, the joy of knowing he had the power to demand this service. Mrs. Clause was moaning loudly now, the house gnome's efforts bringing her close to climax. But before she could achieve her orgasm the Master finished his piss and slapped the house gnome across this face, sending him flying off the stool and pulling his arm from her ass with an audible plop.
Santa took his place behind her and replaced the house gnome's arm with his much larger cock. She cried out in pleasure as she felt the familiar stretch of his cock against her sphincter. The lube did it's job, and with a single, slow push, the massive organ disappeared into her.