The Elf's Christmas Miracle

This was too much, thought Kaya, something crazy was going on. So many men, assaulting two girls. "No, I can't ignore them!" exclaimed Kaya, "we have to do something!" She looked about the carriage, looking for a conductor, and then she spotted one, at the far end of the car. If she screamed, he might hear her! "Sumima—mmpgh!" Kaya barely got out a sound before a hand clamped over her mouth. She turned with eyes wide from terror to see an older man standing behind her and to her right.

"If you can't keep quiet, we'll have to do this," said the man, looking at her sternly. Frightened by the man's cruel expression, Kaya let go of the bar, and her tanktop, and grabbed the arm covering her mouth. A moment later, two strong hands came to her wrists, and pulled her arms out to her sides. Kaya struggled in terror, pulling in vain on her arms, and squirming against the hand that silenced her. Then she froze, for the man was speaking in her ear. "I think it would be polite for you to wear a mask." Then two hands lifted up something to her face, and she looked down, but couldn't see what it was. The hand left her mouth and she opened her mouth to scream, but the men pushed something into her mouth, muffling her scream into a soft whine. Kaya tasted rubber in her mouth, and her tongue moved around what seemed like a ball. Meanwhile the men tied some sort of strap around the back of her neck, locking the ball in place. Kaya felt something on her face, and realized it was a pale blue mask, the kind people wore in Japan when they were sick. The man put the loops of the blue mask behind her ears, and the disguise was complete. People would think she was just wearing a mask, while behind it the gag muffled her panicked protests to below the ambient sound of the train.

"I told y-you to—oh—keep quiet!" whispered the girl in front of Kaya. To her shock, the man behind the girl had one of her breasts completely exposed, and was squeezing it roughly. The girl was clearly more agitated than before, her hips jerking and shaking, and her thighs were bent inward at the knees, and trembling. "Oh god, I don't know if I can make it!" gasped the poor girl.

"Now let's see what a good little sukebe onna you are," said a voice in Kaya's ear. She stiffened then with a gasp, as two hands slid under her bunched up tanktop to take possession of her breasts. "There's four minutes to the next stop. If you can be completely silent until then, we'll let you go without making any trouble. Do you understand?" Kaya turned to him. The man wore a baseball cap, so she couldn't really see his face, but she thought maybe he looked Western, like Markus. His twin brother! Could it be? It would explain a lot. But if he was Markus' twin . . . should she try to obey him? Her return home might depend on this man putting in a good word for her!

"Well, what is it, do you agree to be silent?" pressed the man. Kaya quickly nodded. The man then looked at the girl in front of Kaya, and she also nodded vigorously. The men must have wanted to make sure they didn't get in trouble before the girls got off the train. The girl in front of her stopped squirming and making noise, and she appeared to prepare herself to be silent. Kaya did the same.

The hands on her breasts had never stopped squeezing and feeling her breasts, but as soon as she went silent, she felt a single finger on each breast begin to touch her nipple. A gasp escaped Kaya's lips at the immediate flood of sensations from her nipples being touched. The fingers swirled and rubbed, flicked and pressed in her nipple, each movement creating a new and deviously arousing sensation in her heavy, heaving breasts. Kaya bit her lip, fighting the sounds that threatened to escape, though her breathing was turning quick and ragged. She saw the girl in front of her also struggling against her own body's sensations, her lips tightly closed, and her face a mask of distress.

"Gahh!" gasped Kaya, a quiet sound that burst past her gag when the hands on her breasts suddenly began to pinch her nipples. Pinch and pull, stroke and press, the hands showed an imaginative array of touches which all combined to make Kaya want to scream past her tightly clenched jaw. Oh no! she thought suddenly, as she felt cool air on her ass. Someone was lifting her skirt, and then she felt the hand return to her ass. The hand gathered up the back of her panties, and bunched them up until they formed a single strap. He pulled upward on her panties, driving the strap up inside the crack between her ass cheeks. Kaya arched her back at the delicious pressure she suddenly felt on her womanhood, pulled down and back by the strap. The hand holding the strap began to tug and release, tug and release, each movement making Kaya's thighs jerk as a jolt of pleasure rippled through her loins. Softs gasps were escaping past her gag, and Kaya shook her head, for it was suddenly too much for her to handle.

"The station!" gasped the girl in front of her. Kaya looked up to see the bright lights of the station flashing past the windows. They were there! She lurched as the train began to slow, and she bit her lip, trying to keep quiet. They only had seconds to go! Kaya tensed. A hand was moving around her hips to the juncture of her thighs. She quickly closed her thighs tightly, but the finger moved down. She jerked when she felt two fingers touching her panties, moving against the soft hill her panties made of her womanhood. Kaya looked to the window, the train was almost stopped. Suddenly, the pair of fingers pushed inward, and at the same time, her panties were jerked up and her nipples pinched.

"Mmmnnn!" cried Kaya, shocking herself at how loud her moan sounded in the now quieter train car. Several heads turned to look at her, but the fingers had all left her body, leaving Kaya panting quietly. She saw the girl in front of her, her head lolling forward in defeat, and she realized she thought she'd heard another female cry of distress at the same time she'd screamed.

"You both lost, how interesting," said the voice in her ear. "Now we get you for another 20 minutes."

"Nno-d-don!" cried Kaya, shaking her head. Her muffled cry again attracted attention, and the man suddenly inserted his hand inside her panties, making Kaya stiffen in shock.

"If you make another noise, I will bury my middle finger deep inside you," said the voice in her ear. He paused, watching Kaya's softly heaving chest. "Good, now stay completely quiet and still until the train starts up again, if you want to remain a virgin."

Kaya tensed. How did he know she was a virgin? Could this man, or the others, tell from her reactions. Was she so easily aroused, so defenseless against their touches, that they knew she could only be a virgin? Kaya had never been so humiliated, and yet she remained completely quiet and still, fully aware of the hand inside her panties, hovering just over her naked womanhood. The two hands still held her wrists in a strong grip, but at least they weren't touching her, she thought. She glanced over to the girl in front of her, and she didn't seem to have a hand down her panties, but Kaya realized that girl hadn't tried to call for help. The poor girl looked ragged, her hair in a bit of disarray, and her thighs tightly clenched together. The girls arms were held out to her sides as well, no doubt by strong male hands. Kaya watched nervously as a group of passengers left the train, followed by more entering and squeezing in. She thought of Mrs. Claus. Somehow she had arranged this, she thought. By a spell most likely. She wondered what sort of spell could turn human men into devious molesters. Kaya wished she were still under the Workshop spell, that kept her body inert. She knew not how to fight the onslaught of delicious sensations, that were turning her body hot and needy beyond her experience. She already felt a heaviness in her breasts, and a burning in her womanhood. Her body was crying out for more, which in itself was the ultimate humiliation, that her body craved more from these molesters. Was that what they wanted from her? Acceptance of their touches? Did they want her . . . to want them? Well, that wasn't going to happen, she told herself. She was the master of her mind, even if they seemed to control her body.

Kaya saw the doors close, and the train began to accelerate away from the station. The noisier the train got as it picked up speed, the more anxious Kaya became, knowing they would probably start touching her again. Her body seemed overly warm and twitchy as she thought about what they had done to her, and what they might yet do, and she shook her head, trying to purge such thoughts from her mind. The train was quite loud again, and Kaya jumped as she felt a hand on her ass, below her skirt, then she cringed when another hand slipped inside her top to grab her breast.

"Did you miss us?" said the man, chuckling softly in her ear. "Now we have about 20 minutes til the next stop. Here's how it works. If you can keep yourself from cumming, we'll let you go. If not, well, then it gets real interesting from then on, as all the passengers will get off, and the train will go on a 10 minute loop before it's put back in service. We'll have the whole train to ourselves." Kaya's heart was thumping in her chest; she didn't like the sound of that at all! "So here we go, just don't cum!"

"Kmmm?" said Kaya, shaking her head. How would she know if she came?

The man looked at her strangely. Then he laughed. "Oh my, you've never had an orgasm, have you?" Kaya looked at him, her cheeks red with shame. She shook her head. The man laughed again,, then spoke to the men surrounding Kaya. "You hear that, men? This little one's never cum before." There was a murmur of chuckling which made Kaya want to hide her face and curl up into a ball. The man leaned in to her ear. "You're in for a treat, little sukebe!"

Kaya blushed, for she hated him calling her a pervert. Then the man slipped his hand down to her waist, reaching under her skirt to cup her panties in his palm. His touch there made Kaya clench her thighs on his hand.

"Open your thighs for me, little sukebe," said the man in her ear. "Or would you like me to remove your panties and continue what I'm doing?" The man chuckled softly when Kaya quickly widened her thighs to release his hand. "That's a good girl," he purred. "Let's see how sensitive you are?" Then he began to trace his two fingers slowly and softly around her panties, making Kaya squirm and sigh into her gag. When his two fingers touched a certain spot, Kaya jerked, gasping in shock at the intense jolt of pleasure. "Ahh, this must be your clitoris," said the man, using his fingers to gently trace tiny circles around the spot he'd found. Kaya's hips and thighs began to jerk and she squirmed, trying to get away, pulling on the hands that held her wrists, anything to escape the lewd sensations. A second hand came to her other breast, caressing and teasing her heaving flesh, and the hand behind her ass began to gently push inward just below her most embarrassing place. Kaya moaned into her gag, as she felt an incredible, building pleasure that threatened to bowl over her. Her hips squirmed and her thighs jerked to the tune of the two fingers on what he'd called her clitoris, and she arched her back, her whole body tensing up for something she just knew would be incredible. My first orgasm, she realized, tensing up in eager anticipation.

The man made a sound, and suddenly all the hands left her. The wave quickly dissipated, leaving a burning, anxious need in its wake. Kaya sighed with relief, and yet, her body felt so needy, and she couldn't help wondering what it might have felt like. "That was close, little perv," said the man. "You do realize what will happen if you let yourself cum?" Kaya stiffened, for she realized she'd nearly succumbed, nearly committed herself to another 10 minutes of being molested. "If you lost the game only 3 minutes in, what would we do with you the rest of the time?" Kaya's heart was thumping, imaging what they might do. She felt lightheaded from nearly cumming, but she told herself she'd be ready this time.

"Now try harder this time, ok?" said the man, his hand sliding down her side again. Kaya whimpered into her gag, as all the hands returned to their places, and then she bit her lip, telling herself to be strong. This time she felt someone move behind her, and then the hand on her right breast was replaced by another hand, such that the man behind her held both lobes in his hands. He began roughly pressing her breasts together, trying to make her nipples touch, then squeezing, juggling, reshaping her mounds and stroking her nipples. Kaya moaned in shame, for despite the crudeness of his behavior, he was driving her mad with arousal. Then Kaya's eyes went wide and she jerked her hips forward, for she'd felt something hard pressing against her ass cheek. She moaned in embarrassment when she realized it was the man behind her, he must have gotten aroused from playing with her breasts. Kaya felt a jolt of pleasure deep in her loins at the thought of her body enticing a man into hardness. These men were making her feel like a sexual toy, a plaything, and that thought made her feel strangely lightheaded and aroused. Kaya realized she had to escape, for the molesters were making her think strange, unwanted thoughts.

"You made him hard, didn't you?" said the man in her ear. Kaya shook her head, mewling a protest. "And that makes you hot, doesn't it?" Kaya shook her head even harder. "You're a good girl, so I'm going to reward you," said the man. His hand went to her panties again, and he began his two finger'd search, only this time, instead of finding her clitoris, he found something else, the opening to her womanhood, into which he pressed his two fingers. Kaya arched her back, and her thighs crushed onto the man's hand, before she quickly reopened them. "That's a good girl, you're learning," purred the man in her ear. Kaya could barely comprehend his words, for his fingers were gently plunging in and out, making her jerk and gasp each time. Kaya quickly felt the wave of pleasure returning, but this time she bit her lip, trying to push down the growing pressure, the need to find release. She mewled into her gag, shaking her head in denial, but the wave kept building, and her body's jerking movements grew more frantic. The wave began to crest, and then suddenly, the man removed his hand, quickly quenching her orgasm just before it could take hold. Kaya whimpered, her head dropping in defeat. She realized that the man just enjoyed teasing her, bringing her helplessly right to the edge, and then denying her, or letting her off the hook, she reminded herself. The process continued two more times, each lasting about three minutes, at the end of which, Kaya was brought to the edge and then stopped before she could cum. Each time, her need grew more acute, and her mind more clouded.

She heard a noise and looked up, and saw the girl in the white blouse hanging limply, her eyes closed and her chest heaving. Then the hands returned to the woman, and she moaned softly, opening her eyes and turning to the man beside her.

"Please, sir, please let me cum!" said the woman, already twitching and squirming from the hands that teased her mercilessly. "I'm a good girl, aren't I? Please, I need to cum!" Kaya looked away, for the girl's behavior was making her own overheated need that much worse for some reason. Unfortunately she could still hear the girl speaking. "Please, I know you're going to make me cum right before the station! Please, I can't wait, do it now!"

Kaya's head shot up. Of course, they would make her cum before the train reached the station. After all that teasing, she would still be given the ultimate shame, which would lead to . . . she didn't want to imagine what these men would do to her and the other girl if they had the train to themselves. She couldn't let them, she had to stop them somehow!

"Hello, Kaya, are you enjoying your train ride?" The voice in her ear was Mrs. Claus, the mocking tone was unmistakeable. Kaya made a sound of dismay into her gag. "Oh dear, you can't speak, can you?" Kaya made another mewling sound, and Mrs. Claus chuckled. "Well then, let me just offer you a deal, and if you want to say 'yes' just make three short sounds, ok? Do you understand?"

"Mm! Mm! Mmmnn!" cried Kaya into her gag.

"Ah good, what charming little sounds you make when you're aroused," said Mrs. Claus. "So I imagine you're probably eager to escape your new friends on the train? All you have to do, is agree to return to Markus, and to give him his Christmas wish. If you can do that, then you'll return to your cozy home in the North Pole, with a gold star on your record. If not . . ."

"Mmm! Mm, Mmm!" mewled Kaya, interrupting Mrs. Claus.

"Oh my dear, was that a yes? I couldn't quite tell."

"Mmm! Mmm! MMM!" cried Kaya, growing desperate. The hands were on her again, quickly rekindling her heat. The door was blinking indicating a station was imminent.

"Oh, that was a yes, wasn't it? I imagine you're eager to get back to completing your mission. Well, I must tell you, I'm thrilled to hear that, Kaya!" added Mrs. Claus. "Hold on, I'll get you out of there."

Kaya was mewling into her gag, hoping the woman was telling the truth. Her heat was already rising rapidly, from the hands on her breasts and the man's two-fingered attack on her panties. Suddenly, the lights went off in the train, then even stranger, the train went quiet. Kaya looked about, but it was pitch black, she couldn't see a thing. Then there was a blinding flash of blue light, and she landed on something hard and damp, which knocked the wind out of her. Kaya got to her feet, reaching to pull out her gag, but it was already gone. She looked down at herself, and saw that she wore the brown leather jacket over her clothes again, and she frowned, wondering how that was possible. She looked up, and saw the door to Markus' apartment.

Incredible! she thought, thinking of Mrs. Claus' magic, to be able to teleport her off a moving train, if that was even how she'd done it. It was also terrifying, that the woman had so much power over her. Yet, Mrs. Claus had rescued her from a terrible fate, and apparently given Kaya a second chance, and she told herself she was going to finish the mission. If she had to make love to Markus . . . well, she could think of worse things, in fact she'd just escaped worse things!

Kaya knocked on the door, hugging her leather jacket around herself. Her legs were freezing from the wind, which also traveled up under her skirt and reminded her in the rawest manner of the wetness between her thighs. The door creaked open, and Markus was standing there. He looked displeased. "What are you doing back here?" he said, his arms crossed and his stance decidedly unfriendly. Suddenly, she saw another person coming from inside the apartment. It was a woman, and she came and placed her arm inside Markus'. It was Michiko, she realized, her heart turning to stone.

"Who's this?" said the tall, stunning woman. Then she raised her eyebrows. "Oh, the train girl, interesting!"

Kaya's voice caught in her throat. If Markus' girlfriend was here, how could she possibly complete her mission? He'd have to choose her over Michiko! Suddenly, she began to doubt her mission. "I . . . uh . . . I came to return your jacket," she stammered, immediately cursing herself for her inane answer.

Markus just looked at her. "That's it?" he said, casting her a look of disdain.

"I . . . umm . . .," Kaya looked down at her hands, unable to offer herself with Michiko standing next to him. She couldn't take the rejection.

"Markus!" said Michiko, punching him on the shoulder. "Invite the poor girl inside, she's shivering!"