You Better Watch Out

"What are you doing?" Catherine cried.

"Making a cake, silly. What else does it look like?"

Catherine studied the ingredients ... Batter, milk, fruit, nuts, butter ... She was forced to watch everything that Texie did, including the full baking and cooling time ...

It wasn't until the sickly-sweet scent of the food reached Catherine's nostrils when she realized what Texie was doing ... She gasped.

"No! Oh, God! You're making ... a fruitcake!"

"Very good, asshole!" Texie said.

She placed the dessert on a lazy Susan. Catherine could clearly make out all of the plump pieces of red, green, and yellow fruit and the golden-brown nuts in the rich, buttery cake ...

"Isn't it just beautiful?" Texie cooed, spinning the dessert.

Catherine wanted to tell Texie to go fuck herself and shove the fruitcake up her tiny asshole ...

But she didn't ...

Instead, her eyes were drawn to the cake, which became a blur of colors ... The prisoner's eyes became captivated by them ... They were so pretty ... so festive ...

"You believe in Santa Claus ..." Texie intoned. "You love fruitcake ... You love being a good girl ... You hate being a naughty girl ... You hate Meredith ... Don't you agree?"

Catherine opened her mouth, her breathing calm ... "I ... I am a good girl ... I ... I ..." She screamed. "No! No! Get out of my head! Meredith, please help me!"

Texie slowly stopped spinning the cake. She took a knife from the table and cut a thick slice of cake. Placing it in her hands, she carried it over to Catherine, who tried to squirm away in vain ...

"No ... no—get that nasty shit away from me!" Cat yelled.

"Now, now ... I've gone through all this trouble to make it and make you see the error of your ways, so the least you could do is give it a taste ..."

Catherine's body trembled and convulsed ... She couldn't run away ... She couldn't look away ... Texie was sure to squeeze her nose shut in order to force her mouth open ...

"Meredith!" Catherine wailed. "Where are you?"

And there she was! Cat saw her at the other end of the table, eating the cookies they made. She was savoring them and making eye contact with her, smiling ear to ear ...

Her eyes teared up as the colorful dessert came closer ... closer ... closer ...

"Feed it to Meredith!" Catherine screeched. "Fuck that bitch! She sold me out! She used me for sex! She never loved me! Torture Meredith! I repent! I'm a good girl! Put me on the nice list! I'll never be naughty again! I promise! I believe! I believe in Santa Claus!"

And then she devolved into incoherent babbling, screaming and drooling as Texie ate the slice in front of her unblinking eyes ... The only thing Cat tasted were salty tears and snot.

Then the corporate cunt cut another thick slice, brought it over to Catherine, and held it before her eyes.

"It's so good, Catherine," Texie said. "If you're a good girl, then eat this and like it. After all, good girls always do what they are told."

Cat licked her lips and said, "I am a good girl. I like fruitcake. I always do what I am told. I always listen to Texie."

"Very good!" Texie said, giving Catherine head-pats.

She fed the young elf the slice, savoring every second that Catherine chewed, gagged, and had a hard time swallowing ...

Still, Catherine was true to her new programming, and she ate the slice without any complaints. In fact, Meredith disappeared just as soon as she arrived, a fact that Cat paid only the slightest attention to ...

Texie then released Catherine, hugging her while the new convert still sat. She stroked her prisoner's hair and dried her eyes with her fingers.

"There, there. Texie loves you!" She gave Catherine her titty to suck on. "Much more than that no-good Meredith, right?"

Catherine smiled and nodded, not once taking her eyes off Texie or her lips off the tiny tit. Texie kissed Catherine's forehead and sat down in Cat's lap.

Texie then cut a third slice, thicker than the other two. Cat watched her with blank, glassy eyes ... The young elf felt no anxiety or nervousness—all negative feelings seemed to have been purged by this great woman before her ...

Texie dropped the slice on the floor and smashed it with her tiny bare feet. Sitting on the floor, she presented her small peds to Catherine. She wiggled her toes, the spaces in between now gunked-up with fruit and nuts, and scrunched and flexed her soles, caked with batter and dirt.

Catherine licked her lips. She got on all fours and crawled to her mistress. She grabbed Texie's ankles and licked her soles clean. To her amazement, the fruitcake wasn't disgustingly sweet anymore! She really did like it!

But why? Could it have been because of the dirt mixed in? Was it the added foot funk?

No, those weren't the reasons ... The reason was simpler: Texie kept her promise. She found a way to make Catherine like fruitcake! She didn't lie to her like that nasty, old MILF ...

Cat sucked Texie's tiny toes, making sure that every space in between them was clear and wet with saliva.

For her part, Texie lied back and enjoyed the feeling of a small, moist, wet tongue glide over her teeny tootsies.

•

Meredith woke up, her head throbbing. It took a few seconds for her to realize that she was strapped to a table, with Texie looking down at her and lightly caressing her naked nipples.

"Texie!" Meredith cried. "What the fuck is going on? Get me out of here! And where's Cat?"

"What's going on, you traitor, is that you're going to be taught a lesson in obedience." She twisted her prisoner's tits, which caused Merry to scream. "As for Catherine, she's betrayed you."

"What? Bullshit!"

Texie shook her head. "It was actually a rather quick conversion. But she's much better now. She's seen the error of her ways and has repented. She gave you up rather quickly—less than a day, actually." She shrugged. "I guess, in the end, all that matters is self-preservation ..."

"Go ahead at do your worst—"

"I intend to."

"—because I'll never break! Our love for each other is strong and true! It's the only thing we believe in!"

"Agree to disagree."

Texie tickled Meredith's naked body. The tiny MILF writhed and laughed, cursing out her captor in between breaths. Soon, though, the tickling turned into torture, as Texie began flicking, pinching, scratching, and biting Meredith all over. She targeted the most sensitive areas: armpits, stomach, neck ... bare feet ...

Meredith fought back as much as she could, especially by curling her toes and flexing her feet so she could hit Texie in the face. This, however, only angered the torturer, who slapped Meredith's face repeatedly and spat into her eyes and mouth till Merry's resolve was spent.

Texie then positioned herself over Meredith's torso, and the captive had the best view in the house of Texie's naked, tiny, wrinkled butthole. The corporate cunt lightly licked Meredith's clit and repeated "Think of me" over and over ...

Meredith shut her eyes and tried thinking of Catherine instead. The more she did, however, the more Texie's words penetrated her mind and the more she felt herself coming to a climax ... She shook her head in a vain attempt to get this bitch out of her head, but her smirking face was front and center in her mind's eye as Meredith squirted her sticky lady-juice all over ...

Texie sat back and farted in Meredith's face. The stink was so overpowering that, instead of vomiting or coughing, Merry passed out.

When she woke up again, she was tied to a chair with Texie standing in front of her. The prisoner was hooked up to electrodes. Texie spat in Meredith's face and slapped her cheeks repeatedly.

"I've felt worse from Cat," Merry said, smiling.

"I'll bet, but I hope you realize that your relationship with Catherine means shit to us."

"Then why go through all this?"

"Because we can't have you ruin the Christmas spirit! Our whole economy, our jobs, our very existence is based on belief, Meredith ... How can you create toys that are supposed to bring joy to people without the belief that Santa will make and deliver them?"

"Fuck you—no one needs to believe in Santa to feel joy!"

Texie walked behind a control panel and pushed a button. Meredith felt an electric shock course through her body, and she screamed in pain. Texie lifted her hand and the pain stopped.

"Not a very festive feeling, is it?" the torturer asked.

"You're so full of shit!" Meredith spat. "If you really wanted me to conform, you would've used my snowflake against me!"

Texie shook her head. "We need to deal with you in a much more ... permanent way ..."

She pushed the button again ... and again ... and again ...

And Meredith screamed ... and screamed ... and screamed ...

When her torture was finished, Meredith was thrown inside a cage. Food and water were given to her in dog bowls.

"If you want to be treated like a disobedient bitch, then you will be," Texie said. "And just so you know, this is going in your file."

"Fuck you. When I get out of here, Cat and I are going to ruin you! We're not signing your contract! We're going into business for ourselves!"

Texie sighed. As she walked away, she said, "Shut up and eat you meal, cunt. You're going to need your strength." She laughed.

She turned out the light and left the room. Meredith couldn't see anything, but she could smell the food ... which really was dog food ... She lied down on the opposite side of the cage, trying hard not to pay attention to the smell ...

But her stomach growled, and she reluctantly crawled over to the food. She took a morsel into her mouth with her tongue, chewed it, and swallowed. She immediately lapped up some water.

She hesitated ... but her hunger got the better of her, and she stuck her head in the bowl and licked it clean. She wiped her mouth on her naked arm and drank all the water. She screamed and cursed, feeling disgusted with herself ... Curling up into a ball in a corner, she tried to relax, and soon fell asleep.

While she slept, hidden speakers played "Pop Goes the Weasel," and Meredith's sleep was disturbed for the rest of the night. She kept waking up in cold sweats, at which points the broadcasts immediately stopped. When she was sound asleep again, they continued ...

Meredith was forced awake by Texie with an electric prod. Texie forced her prisoner to crawl out of the cage and down a hallway.

"Let me go back to sleep, please!" Meredith pleaded. "I'm so tired."

"Then it sucks to be you ..."

But the captive got up and pushed Texie to the ground, making a run for it. She got halfway down the hall when a Pole Patrolman blocked her path and shot a Taser at her.

Meredith screamed. The electrodes stuck in her body, and electricity numbed her. Pissing and shitting herself, Meredith fell on the floor.

Texie ripped the spikes out of her and, when Meredith recovered, she kicked her prisoner, forcing her to crawl down the hall.

"Please, Texie, let me clean myself ..."

Texie didn't answer. Instead, she strapped a collar around Meredith's neck and led her around on a leash.

"Texie, please! My hands and knees hurt!"

The captor didn't answer. She led Merry down so many hallways, rooms, and staircases ... only to end up in a dark basement landing with a single door ...

"I'm not going in there!" Meredith said.

She tried to climb up the stairs, but her legs were wobbly. Texie yanked on the leash, and Meredith fell down some steps and onto the landing.

"Bad girl!" Texie screeched. "Bad Meredith! Bad elf!"

She pressed down on the MILF's throat with her foot.

"Will you go into the room willingly?"

Meredith tried to get Texie's foot off, but the more she did, the more Texie applied pressure. Finally, Meredith whispered, "Yes."

Texie removed her foot, opened the door, and pulled Meredith inside.

It was barren, filled with only a chair, a control panel with buttons and dials, and blank screens all over. Meredith had an inkling as to what was about to happen, so Texie had to drag her to the chair. The captor ordered her slave to sit, and had to kick and slap her into compliance.

Once Meredith was positioned correctly, Texie strapped her down. She placed prongs into her eyes to prevent her from blinking and administered eye drops.

"Whatever you're planning, you cunt, you'll never win," Merry spat. "I love Catherine, and we will succeed!"

"I highly doubt that," Texie said.

The lights went out for a few minutes, then the screens lit up. Meredith gasped.

All around her were real-time videos of an unopen jack-in-the-box. Hidden cameras broadcast them onto the screens, and the toy itself was on a small pedestal right in front of Meredith.

"Texie! No! Please!"

"You must surrender all rights to your inventions to us," Texie said calmly. "Obey us. Catherine betrayed you; betray her. Obey and believe. It's the only way to be free."

"No! Never!"

Texie then stood behind the toy, and wound the handle to play the first of the four lines of "Pop Goes the Weasel" ...

"No! No! Don't! You fucking bitch!" It was the most hysterical Meredith had been in her whole life. "I hate you!"

The handle was slowly turned a second time, playing the second line ...

Meredith struggled to break her restraints ... She could feel the sweat forming on her forehead ...

The handle was slowly turned a third time, playing the third line ...

Then there were a few seconds of silence as Tex—no, as Catherine continued turning the handle ...

Meredith gasped. She couldn't believe her eyes. It couldn't have been Cat! She wouldn't torture her—not like this, at least ...

"Cat ..." Meredith breathed.

Her lover didn't answer ... only smiled ... and turned the handle ...

Soon ... Soon, the clown would pop out ...

But it didn't spring out of its box. That's because, given her current situation, Meredith did the only thing she could.

"Do it to Catherine! Torture her! I hate that bitch! She used me! She hates fruitcake—feed her fruitcake! And take my toys! Do whatever you want with them! Please—I'll do whatever you want! Slave, obey—anything! Just promise me you won't turn the handle! I'll be a good girl—I promise! I'll do anything to be on the nice list! I believe you! Please! Mercy! I promise!"

Texie walked up to Meredith. She patted the naked woman's head and whispered into her ear, "I'll promise if you'll promise ... forever ... I'll get the contract drawn up." She lightly kissed Meredith's cheek. "You did the right thing, you nice girl."

The corporate elf left the room, leaving Meredith a simpering, blubbering mess. Her open mouth quavered, and she breathed hard. Tears and snot flowed down her face as her unblinking eyes were glued to the unopened box ...

And as she stared at it, she prayed that it would never open—even of its own accord.

After all, there was a clown in there, and they were evil ...

Like Catherine ...

•

Snow fell at the North Pole on Christmas Eve. All the elves were gathered at home or in one of the many bars to celebrate another year's work of making children happy. Productivity and morale had never been higher ...

And Meredith was a part of that. Her coworkers couldn't get over her changed demeanor—not that they hated it, of course. Every time she walked into a room, the atmosphere would brighten, and everyone just adored her singing during the pep rally. Never again did she complain about eating the same lunch day in, day out. She also punched in at 9 on the dot every morning, and took great care in testing toys ... including jack-in-the-boxes, as much as she still hated them ...

Before she went home for the evening, Meredith went up to Texie's office for a meeting. She walked right up to the woman's desk and stood at attention. Texie sat reviewing some papers.

"Meredith the elf reporting as requested, ma'am," Meredith said.

A cat hissed at the compliant elf. The room was so dimly lit that Meredith couldn't see where the pet was. The hairs on her arms and legs stood up ... Then she spied a gray cat-condo tower in the corner of the room. Two eyes stared out at her from a hole ... The cat hissed again.

"Cat, be nice," Texie said, sternly. "Meredith's a guest."

Then the head of production's pet crawled out of her hole, but it wasn't a cat. It was Catherine. She slinked her way toward Texie and rubbed her body against her owner's legs. The young elf was naked except for a pink collar around her neck. A long cat tail stuck out of her back, right over her butt crack. Her fingernails and toenails were long, as was her hair. Her legs were unshaven, and her teeth were filed to points.

"Isn't she just precious?" Texie asked Meredith. She picked up Cat and placed her in her lap. "A vast improvement over what she was like before, wouldn't you agree?"

Meredith stared at her former lover. Whiskers sprouted from Cat's pink nose, and the elf-kitty stared daggers at the MILF from cat-pupiled glassy eyes. There was also a scar above Cat's forehead and on her throat.

The brainwashed elf frowned. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't understand, ma'am."

"I've always wanted a pet cat," Texie said. "Santa got me my present early this year. A few surgeries here, some training there—and that snowflake of yours, of course, really did the trick." She stroked Cat's back. "Would you like to pet her?"

"No, thank you, ma'am," Meredith said. "What she did to me was unforgiveable. I can't bring myself to show such a creature affection. She's resigned to her fate, as am I."

"Well said," Texie agreed. She slid a piece of paper and a pen across the desk to Meredith. "Here's that contract. Upon signing it, all rights to your sex toys shall be signed over to me. You'll receive no profits from them, and you'll be charged with testing them out on only me. Santa and the workshop will receive sole credit for creating them. All contributions from you and Cat will be forever null, void, illegal, and forgotten.

"Further, you're being promoted from your nonadult toy-testing duties. Effective December 26th, you shall be the official Super-Secret Snooper Supreme. This means that, in addition to pleasuring me, you shall rat out to me all of your fellow elves who wish to walk the path that you and Cat here wished to."

Meredith saluted her boss. "It shall be my pleasure, ma'am, to do your bidding."

"Excellent. Now sign it."

"Yes, ma'am." Meredith signed without reading the document. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, ma'am."

"Yes, it has. You may go home now. Enjoy your day off. Merry Christmas."

"Thank you, ma'am. Enjoy your day off, ma'am. Merry Christmas, ma'am."

Meredith spun around on her heel and left the room. Catherine purred happily in Texie's arms.

•

As Meredith made her way home, the snow on the ground crunched under her feet. She came up to The Blinking Tree, stopping to look inside. Elves were singing, dancing, and drinking. Her face blank, she stared at the warm and cozy scene.

Her eye twitched, and a song began to play. Was it inside her head, or did it come from inside the watering hole? She couldn't tell, nor did she care. Either way, she mouthed the words:

Under the blinking Christmas tree,

I sold you and you sold me.

There lie they and here lie we,

under the blinking Christmas tree.

Meredith continued staring. She smiled. She couldn't wait to rat out the unbelievers. It was her duty now, after all ...

After a few more seconds, she turned away and headed home again.

•

The following morning, Meredith woke up and ran, naked, downstairs to her Christmas tree. There was just one present under it. She tore off the wrapping and opened the box ...

It was a lump of coal.

But there was also a note, written in lovely, fluid cursive: