The Elf's Christmas Miracle

"Markus—I mean Master," she quickly corrected herself. "I . . . I thought you wanted Michiko? You . . . you wanted me to help you make her happy!" She looked in embarrassment at Michiko. "Mistress, is this . . . will this make you happy? Aren't you . . . jealous, of Markus with another woman?"

Michiko didn't answer, instead she suddenly began to remove her clothes. Kaya gasped in shock and confusion as Michiko stripped off her black top and gray skirt, and then rolled down her stockings, leaving her in just a set of black lace bra and panties. Kaya's shock increased when Michiko climbed onto the bed, and sidled up next to Kaya. Her small hand came up to cup Kaya's breast, as she looked deeply into Kaya's wide eyes. "Yes, looking at you does make me very happy. And why would I be jealous of my brother?" said Michiko.

"W-what?" choked Kaya, her eyes growing even wider. "Your . . . your brother?"

"Mm-hmm," giggled Michiko. "I'm quite the actress aren't I? That little show was all for you, sweet Kayako."

Kaya's head was spinning. "Y-you're his twin sister!"

"Mm-hmm," said Michiko. "Our parents hid that fact from the hospital, and they doctored the birth certificate."

"Mrs. Claus and . . . Tanaka-san," said Kaya, trying to understand the facts in her mind.

"Yes!" said Michiko. "Our father was a human who lived in Tokyo at the time." She reached up to touch her own ears. "We got our father's human ears."

"But . . . but . . . I don't understand," cried Kaya, "why was I sent here? What miracle am I supposed to ensure?"

Michiko laughed. "I wouldn't call it a miracle, sweetie."

Markus suddenly moved to the bed as well, getting comfortable next to Kaya. His nearness made her inside tremble with desire. "My dear, it is all my fault. I made a wish, and mother, always watching, always scheming, decided she'd try to make it come true."

"What wish? . . . Master?" whispered Kaya, adding the word when she saw Markus raise the whip.

Markus put down the whip and smiled. "I wished for the most beautiful and sexy Japanese girl, who would offer herself to me."

"To be your girlfriend. Master?" said Kaya.

Michiko giggled. "Not his girlfriend, silly, he's had plenty of those. He wished for a slave. A girl who'd offer herself to him, in every way." She chuckled at the look of horror on Kaya's face. "You see, Kaya," continued Michiko. "Japanese woman look so submissive, you see businesswomen or female engineers serving tea in the office. You see game shows where the girls act like little eager sluts. Girls on the train, don't even fight when they're touched by strangers. Well, it all ends when the relationship gets serious!"

Markus nodded. "Yes, I get so tired of it. The Japanese woman in the home, is not what you see in public! I want the real thing. I want a Japanese woman who will submit to me in every way, at home and in public. To be honest, it was never a wish I thought would come true."

Kaya was looking from one to the other, trying to comprehend their words. She wasn't so familiar with Japanese women, since she'd left the country at such a young age, but she couldn't blame them for not wanting to be submissive. And the idea that she was tricked into this mission, to become a slave to . . . the son of Mrs. Claus? It made her blood boil.

"This is not right!" burst out Kaya. "The . . . the missions . . . are to create Christmas miracles. This . . . this is a perversion of the very meaning of Christmas! When Santa finds out . . ."

Michiko laughed. "Santa won't find out, dear. He doesn't even look around at the world anymore, he's too sick of what he sees. He lets the elves monitor the children to see if they're naughty or nice. No one is watching you, dear."

Kaya shook her head. Santa had always been fond of his elves. Surely he would rescue her? "I don't believe you, and . . . I can't be a part of this . . . travesty! I . . . I was ready to be Markus' lover, or . . . girlfriend . . . but I won't be his slave!"

"You'll be my slave too," corrected Michiko. The woman then reached up between Kaya's legs, and began stroking her puffed out mound with a slender finger. Kaya gasped, trembling at the pleasurable sensations. "Mother knows I just love innocent girls with big titties," she added, leaning her head down to take Kaya's nipple into her mouth.

Kaya's mouth flew open at the feel of a woman's tongue and lips on her oversensitive bud. Then she arched her back when Michiko's finger found her clit and began flicking it gently with her nail. Suddenly she felt a hand behind her, moving against her ass. It was Markus, his fingers sliding under the string of her panties. Markus pulled strongly, and Kaya yelped just as she heard a snap, as the panty strap gave way easily. Another snap and the other strap was broken. Then Kaya gasped, squirming as Markus pulled the broken panties up in the back, the material sliding off her mound, under her and up between her ass cheeks. She was now completely naked, and she whimpered at the feel of cool fresh air on her moistening womanhood.

"W-what will happen to me?" breathed Kaya, her chest heaving slightly. "You two will keep me as a slave, in your apartment?"

"That depends on what you choose tonight," said Markus, his finger doodling circles on Kaya's bare ass cheek.

"I—I don't understand, Master?" said Kayako, eyeing the whip nervously.

"You see, Kayako," said Michiko, straightening back up and licking her lips. "We cannot, and do not want, an unwilling slave. You'd escape, or we'd get arrested. You must choose to be our slave. All you have to do is say the words, 'Markus and Michiko, I promise to be your slave, for as long as you wish.' Say those words, and your mission will be complete. An elf's promise is binding."

"My mission will be complete?" said Kaya. "But I won't be going home."

"Oh no," said Michiko. "But . . . if you fail your mission . . . well, I don't know what will happen then. Perhaps Mother will give you to us anyway?"

"That is possible," said Markus. "Mother is hard to predict, but she won't be pleased. She doesn't like her plans to be ruined, especially by elves."

"No!" wailed Kaya. "She can't give me to you, to be your slave. That is not in the Christmas spirit!"

Both of them laughed then. It was Michiko who spoke. "Silly girl. Our mother . . . doesn't give a damn about the Christmas spirit."

Michiko suddenly took Kaya's chin in her hand, and turned her head to look into the girl's frightened eyes. "I'm sorry, I know this is hard for you, sweet little elf," she said. "So why don't we give you a taste of what being our slave really means. I think that will change your mind." Michiko looked into Kaya's eyes, and when the girl didn't answer, she leaned in, kissing her deeply. Kaya sighed softly at the surprisingly pleasurable feel of a woman's lips on her own. Then she moaned into Michiko's warm mouth when she felt small fingers at her womanhood. Michiko's middle finger began to stroke up and down Kaya's moist nether lips, exploring her opening in a manner that felt impossibly good. The woman's other hand came to Kaya's head, grasping her hair as she pressed her lips harder into a deep kiss, her tongue delving into Kaya's mouth.

"I want your first orgasm to be while I'm kissing you," murmured Michiko. Her middle finger suddenly brushed against Kaya's clit, and began swirling around the wet hood, enticing the tiny nub to come out. Kaya moaned into the mouth that possessed her, straining against the rope that held her arms bound behind her. She didn't want her first orgasm to be like this! Suddenly she jerked, lifting off her heels, for Markus' hand was on her bottom, reaching under her to stroke the bottom of her womanhood, right where the ropes rejoined and made the tender flesh bulge out. Markus' other hand pushed Kaya back into her kneeling position, but his stroking finger made her squirm, her hips moving about to try to contain the flood of heat from the two fingers stroking her most sensitive spot.

"Oh no!" moaned Kaya into Michiko's lips, as she felt a pressure building inside her, a well of pleasure threatening to explode. Two fingers and Michiko's sensuous mouth, it was too much for her inexperienced mind, and she felt the heat building between her legs, and her thighs began to jerk and twitch. "Oh god, please stop, I'm going to cum!" gasped Kaya, turning her head to escape Michiko's kiss. Then she cried out, as she felt a blinding sting on her ass. Markus had whipped her, and the message was clear. Kaya whimpered, letting Michiko kiss her as her body tensed up, her hips jerking as she felt the most incredible spasm between her legs. Then the pleasure exploded, washing over her in waves, as she cried into Michiko's mouth. The two fingers gave her no letup, making her orgasm reach higher still, extending til Kaya's mind clouded over with a humiliating mist of pleasure. Then their touches turned painful and she cried, begging for them to stop, and they did, letting her heart begin to slow, as her head came to rest on Michiko's shoulder. Kaya hung there for a minute, panting, her mind a blur of pleasure and confusion. It had felt so good, how could she fight such a thing? Bound like she was, she hadn't a hope to resist, they'd be able to do anything they wished.

When Kaya lifted her head, she realized Markus was no longer on the bed. Instead, he was standing, removing his clothes. Kaya gasped, when he pulled down his boxer shorts, to reveal his organ. She'd never seen one erect before, and it looked enormous. When she realized where he intended to put that stiff rod, she nearly fainted.

"It's impressive isn't it? You'll never see an elf that large," said Michiko, looking admiringly at Markus.

"That can't possibly . . ." murmured Kaya, instinctively leaning away from Markus as he climbed back on the bed.

"Oh, yes, it'll fit," said Michiko. "We female elves are remarkably flexible, it makes us so wonderful in bed, because we are naturally small and tight, but we can stretch to fit the largest human. When Markus found out mother had found him a Japanese elf, well, he was beside himself."

Kaya was trembling, for with Markus now sitting on the bed, his organ looked even larger. Michiko suddenly moved around behind Kaya, kneeling and spreading her knees wide so she could press up against the bound girl. "Markus loves your breasts," Michiko whispered into her ear. "So let's give him a good show." Then her hands came around Kaya's torso to grasp her breasts. Kaya gasped as the woman's soft hands began to knead and caress her full, oversensitive mounds, pushed out by the tightness of the ropes. Kaya had never cum before, so she was surprised, and dismayed, to find that her arousal was not assuaged by her orgasm and she immediately began to feel the heat rising again. She cried out softly when Michiko began to use her fingers to tickle and tease her engorged nipples, and when the girl kissed her neck from behind, Kaya shuddered with pleasure.

Markus was sitting in front of Kaya, clearly enjoying the display. Kaya gasped when she saw his organ jerk slightly and seemingly grow larger. She tried to fight the delicious sensations that Michiko was forcing on her, but she couldn't stop squirming and moaning despite all her efforts. "I think you're ready to serve him," whispered Michiko in her ear.

Kaya moaned, shaking her head, whispering, "He's too big!" She couldn't stop staring at the flesh-colored tower between Markus' legs. She'd of course felt her own opening, and it seemed so much smaller than what she saw in front of her.

"Nonsense," said Michiko dismissively. "Here, let's see how wet you are." Kaya stiffened, and then she arched her back, letting out a tortured moan when Michiko inserted her middle finger into Kaya's shockingly wet opening. "Oh my, your little pussy is soaked! You naughty elf!" chuckled Michiko, stirring her finger around. "You're going to get the bed all wet if you keep this up, Kaya!"

Kaya moaned, squirming about to try to escape the finger creating such intense sensations in her aching womanhood. Michiko pinched one of her nipples, and Kaya felt her insides clench the woman's finger. "Ooh, I like that," purred Michiko in her ear. "Markus will like that too when he's inside you," she added, her breath tickling Kaya's ear. She pinched and pulled Kaya's nipple again, and chuckled when the girl clenched her finger again, with a gasp of pleasure.

"Now be a good girl and ask him to put his cock in your pussy," commanded Michiko, still whispering conspiratorially in Kaya's ear.

"No, I couldn't say such a crude thing—ohh!" cried Kaya, for Michiko had inserted a second finger. Now the sensations were even stronger, and when the woman began to slide her two fingers in and out, Kaya heard a wet slushing sound that made her blush in shame. Yet quickly her shame turned to unbidden lust, and her thighs began to quiver and her insides clenched the fingers that gave her no letup. Kaya shook her head, for she felt the wave building again, the two fingers in her pussy and the hand on her breast driving her mad with desire.

"Oh . . . oh . . . oh god! No, please . . . I'm going to cum again!" choked Kaya, struggling in her bonds, squirming against the warm body of Michiko pressed against her back. Her soft cries grew frantic and rapid, and then suddenly, the fingers slowed to a snail's pace inside her. "No! Y-you . . . don't' have to stop!" whined Kaya, her orgasm so close she could taste it.

"Ask Markus to take you, tell him you want him inside you, and then you'll get to cum," whispered Michiko in her ear.

"I can't, please don't ask me!" wailed Kaya. What kind of woman would ask that of a man that tied her up? "Please, untie me, and I'll ask him!" she said suddenly. She could do that, for it would be more on her terms.

"Offer to be our slave, and we'll untie you," answered Michiko in her ear. Kaya whimpered, shaking her head. She knew that wasn't true.

Markus chuckled, shaking his head. "I like my slaves tied up and helpless, just like you are," he said. "And when you're my slave, I'll make love to you like this, whenever I please."

"I . . . I'm not your slave!" murmured Kaya. She had no idea he was such a cruel man. She was terrified of the whip, but she knew deep in her heart, she'd never be his slave. "And I'll never offer to be your slave," she said, her voice trembling.

Suddenly Markus' demeanor changed. He looked about for the whip, and then he grabbed it, and started whipping Kaya, on her breasts, her thighs, her ass. Kaya screamed with each strike, tears coming down her cheeks, until Michiko suddenly grabbed Markus' arm.

"Enough, Markus!" hissed Michiko. Her voice sounded strange, and Kaya turned her tear-streaked face to look at the woman. Her eyes widened, for Michiko's eyes had turned a bright red. Kaya turned to look at Markus, and saw fear in his eyes. Then Kaya saw something on the far wall of the room, a clock. It read 11:52. Either minutes to midnight!

Suddenly Michiko saw her looking, and followed her eyes. "Damnit! It's almost midnight!" she exclaimed, suddenly. She grabbed Kaya by the shoulders and put her face up to the frightened teary-eyed girl. "Listen to me, Kaya. In eight minutes, you will fail your mission. You have to offer yourself to us, now!"

Kaya couldn't stop the tears, for she felt so humiliated. Tied up, whipped, and her own body was betraying her, crying out to be ravaged by the man who's done those terrible things to her. And now they wanted her to offer herself as a slave.

Markus spoke to her next. "Kaya, I'm sorry I struck you. If you promise yourself to us, I will be a kind master. I will give you the greatest pleasure. Look at yourself, you know you want it. Your body cries out to be ravished. You were born for this, to be our slave. If you fail your mission, you'll be out there, alone, among the humans. They won't love you like we will. And my mother . . . trust me, you don't want to be on her bad side."

"I know," murmured Kaya, thinking of the train. She looked up at Markus. "But what you're doing is wrong. Christmas . . . is sacred . . . a time of love, and family, and . . . miracles. You cannot give a person . . . as a Christmas gift, it is against everything we believe in. If I loved you, I would happily give myself to you . . . but I don't love you, I'm sorry."

Markus stared at her for a long moment, his eyes deep and unreadable. Kaya held her breath, just daring to think that perhaps she'd reached him. Perhaps some part of him deep down, that still believed in Christmas. She watched as Markus slowly sat up, on his knees, his erection still upright and large as ever. Suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed her by the ropes that bound her breasts.

"I'll show you, you little elf bitch! You'll love me after this!" he hissed, his eyes burning into her.

"No, Markus, don't!" screamed Michiko to her side. She lunged to stop Markus, but his powerful arms pulled Kaya toward him, and then he violently thrust himself into her opening. Kaya screamed in shock; she felt a sharp pain, and then an explosion of pleasure as Markus pulled her down, burying himself deep inside the furnace that burned between her thighs. As he filled her, Kaya leaned back and moaned with pleasure, as Markus began thrusting upward, lifting her up and down on his shaft. The motion immediately took over Kaya's every thought, and she could only cry out as her insides clenched on the enormous cock, that somehow fit inside her. After only a few strokes, she came with an explosion of heat and desire that made her arch her back and scream. Markus kept thrusting, driving her mad, and then she felt him explode inside her, a warm, riveting sensation, and she came again. The pink haze overcame her mind as Markus stopped pumping, and Kaya fell against his chest, exhausted. Only then did the two of them realize that Michiko was shouting and pulling on Markus' arm.

"You fool!" she was screaming. Kaya struggled to open her eyes, to gaze at the screaming woman. "She's an elf virgin! And you just took her without her permission!"

Markus was blinking at his sister. "No, no, they took her virginity on the train, that was the plan!"

"Whose plan?" screamed Michiko. "Yours? When she got here, did she look like she'd lost her virginity to train molesters?"

Markus then suddenly looked at Kaya as if she were a serpent. He shoved her off of himself, and Kaya tumbled off the bed, to land with a thump on the floor. She quickly got to her knees, she didn't want to miss a thing!

"Mother!" cried Markus, his voice tortured with anguish. "This is her doing!"

"Yes!" screamed Michiko. "She was testing you. And you failed, you fool!"

"But we were about to lose her!" shouted Markus.

"Do you see her offering herself to you now, you fool?" countered Michiko. She shook her head, saddened. "Oh Markus . . ."

Suddenly there was a blue flash of light, and they all stepped back from it just as Mrs. Claus stepped out, dressed in designer garb as usual. It occurred to Kaya that she looked too young to be the mother of two grown children, but then everything about the woman seemed strange.

"Markus," said Mrs. Claus, shaking her head. "I'm so disappointed in you. You broke a cardinal rule, and took this elf's virginity without her permission."

"Mother, I—" started Markus. Then suddenly his lips were moving, but no words were coming out. Mrs. Claus was holding up her hand.

"Silence, my son," she said. "You broke the rules, and must be punished. If you were back home, I would simply banish you. But since you choose to live here," she gestured around herself. "and defile yourself amongst these disgusting humans . . . I will give you a suitable punishment."

"Mother, wait, don't be cruel!" cried Michiko, holding her hands up. But it was too late, Mrs. Claus waved her hand several times in front of Markus. Suddenly the young man screamed. Kaya looked over, and saw him looking at himself. Then she laughed. Markus looked up at her in shock, then back at himself.