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 treat them with kindness.
The steady breathing of the beautiful woman whispered into an otherwise silent room. She'd slumbered in near total peace for several hours before Santa returned. The house gnome waited at her side, his hand resting lightly on hers. The end of their contract was nearing, but there were still humiliations to bear and pains to endure.
When Santa returned to the little cottage he was already drunk. He carried with him his stein, half full and sloshing with every step. He did not verbally command the house gnome, he simple grabbed him and forced the cuckold to accept his cock in his mouth then relieved himself down the poor creatures gullet.
Mrs. Clause woke to the sounds of the house gnome gagging and swallowing the bigger man's piss. She jumped from the bed, excited to see her man, and threw her arms around the master, kissing him with familiar eagerness.
The house gnome was roughly discarded and with no preamble the master dragged his conquest to the bed and mounted her. The house gnome watched, as he was always required to do, from his corner of the room. From his vantage point he could see the slick cock of the master hammering in and out of her stretched and stimulated pussy.
He fucked her with demonic stamina as she moaned, and screamed, and came on his magical cock. Her creamy discharge frothing at her battered opening as his sex piston powered on seemingly endlessly. She held him close to her, moaning his name and kissing his face. She smothered him with usurped adoration as the humiliated little gnome watched in silent horror.
When the beast came he grunted, and the vibrato of his exclamation was felt by everyone in the room. He pumped his final strokes without mercy or compassion as he discharged his corrupt seed into the mortal's tortured vagina. Her passion overcoming the pain and driving her to one last orgasm as her lover withdrew his cock.
Santa left the room to refill his mug and the little house gnome climbed between the legs of the sated woman and put his mouth to her sex. Regeneration flowed from his lips to hers as he sucked and licked and swallowed their master's semen from her gaped hole.
He was still between her legs when the huge man returned and the little gnome felt the pressure of Santa's hand on the back of his head. Santa was pushing him into her pubis, forcing him to lick deeper and suck harder. This wasn't a new humiliation, he'd been in this position many times during the past half century. But this time something different happened.
As his mouth was forced into the soft mound of his beloved's pussy, he found it impossible to breath. Always in the past the power of Christmas Magic had sustained him, allowing him to go for hours between breathes, but not this time. He felt the burning in his lungs and fear gripped him. He tried to struggle, to scream, to breath but the power which forced him to obey prevented all of these things. He simply existed in that moment being forced to accept that he was dying.
When the blackness came, it came to his peripheral first. Then it closed in until only a tiny spec of light existed directly in front of him, then that too was gone and he felt nothing.
Or almost nothing. In the very furthest reaches of his consciousness he felt peace. He felt warmth and comfort. It was so small he didn't recognize it for a very long time. It took what felt like years for the tiny feeling to grow and manifest. As the first benevolent feeling he'd know for fifty years spread though his mind, he became aware that he did still exist in his corporeal form.
He could feel his body, his arms and legs. He could feel them as millions of sharp pin pricks. Static and pain moved through his body and peace and relief encapsulated his mind. He felt his body but it was not the body he was expecting. He felt the weight of his existence and it was no longer the tiny shell of the feckless gnome he'd occupied for so many years. He was whole, he was a man once more.
The first sensation he felt that came from outside his body was the sound. The metered sound of breathing. He was alive and he was breathing. But it was not his breathe he heard. It was the most beautiful sound he'd heard even though it was so familiar to him. She was there, somewhere, with him. She was alive, she was breathing.
It took more time for his sight to return. I came in the reverse of the blackness. A pin light in the very center of his eyes, then it opened and spread and he could see light all around him. At first he couldn't see any form or structure, just light. Slowly though, the light danced into colors and then the colors became shapes. He didn't recognize the room he was in, or the bed where he lay.
But he did recognize the angelic beauty of his companion, who slumbered next to him. He reached out to touch her when he heard the voice.
"Let her sleep, we need to talk."
He knew the voice, it had whispered in his ear many time. It was Hobi, king of the pixies. But he did not hear the voice as a whisper, or in truth he did not hear it at all. He perceived the voice in his mind.
"You've been returned to your village, though many years have passed and you won't know or be known by any of the villagers who live here now. You will have to forge a new life. Your term of service is complete and you have been returned as promised. Your wife will remember nothing, her servitude a secret. You will live in peace the remainder of your days."
The man looked around the room and old memories seeped into his mind. It was his former home, the place he lived with his beloved many years ago.
"I am afraid that all will not be as you expected though. You have been deceived. The corruption you have both been exposed to has not been fully cleansed from your bodies, and your mortal forms will not be able to tolerate it. You have not aged in the fifty years you were gone, but you do not have fifty years yet to live."
"How long then, how much time has been stolen from us?"
"Not long, less than a handful of years. Your bodies will barely age, but your souls will wither and you will both die. It is always this way, with all that have come before you. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? You're a fiend who serves a liar, why did he not tell us this before we agreed to serve him?" Anger grew within the man.
"He did not deceive you. He does not know. I deceived you."
"Why? Why did you do this? How can you serve him, yet deceive him, and us?"
"Because he is not my master. I serve him to honor the wishes of the true Master, he is my ward, nothing more. I did this to you, and to all the others before you to fulfill the wishes of the one I truly serve. But I have for you a moment of hope I have not had for those who came before you."
"Hope? How can there be hope when we lie here dying slowly from your deceit and treachery?"
