silvershadow
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Yeah, I know it's almost a month after Christmas, but it's still snowy outside, so just for the sake of bringing the holiday spirit back (and because ugh, it's Monday, why can't we have a couple more days off?). And because I haven't really had time to post anything lately...
Cheers!
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Lola didn’t like winter the more, the longer it lasted. First of all, winter meant it was getting terribly cold. Terrible coldness meant she had to wear thick jackets, thick socks, thick boots and walk through freezing wind and big piles of snow. Terrible coldness meant she would get a runny nose again and spend the entire evening sneezing, coughing and drinking tea so hot that it burned her throat.
Winter meant not only the time of actual fever, but also of a Christmas one. It was those last two weeks of December when people were going nuts over Christmas trees, Christmas Eve dinners, Christmas gifts and Christmas everything. It was ludicrous. It was insane. It was making Lola sick.
Gathering all the family around the table was one thing. She could put up with it somehow, even if barely and even if she was seeing most of those people only twice a year, just because of the events like that. It was the Santa talk that she couldn’t stand.
Lola had never really believed in Santa – not when she was seven or eight and definitely not now, at the age of twenty-one. She still wondered how other kids could drink those stories in. A bearded guy in red clothes riding the sky in his sleigh? Good joke. But children were stupid and they needed to believe in something, so as much as Lola had always wanted to spoil the fun and just announce that Santa was in fact someone’s dad or uncle, she kept deciding against, if only for the sake of family’s well-being.
And Christmas was just tomorrow, so it meant it would be hell again. It was always hell with all the preparations, all the guest welcoming, all this moving back and forth with dishes and all the washing afterwards. Lola needed to get a long sleep before it and probably an even longer one when it all ended. It was late already. Dark veil covered the sky. Street lamps glowed in the distance, their light dispersed by fog. She turned off the light in her room, lay down in bed and closed her eyes. Sleep came quickly.
And next thing she saw was a scenario from her dreams.
The world was bright; far brighter than she had ever seen and it wasn’t only because of the colourful lamps hanging all over the walls. The world also smelled nicely. It resembled her of gingerbread and dried fruit, though it could just as easily be any other scent. Lola had never really been good at remembering smells and tastes.
She was in a house, but it wasn’t just any house. People didn’t live in such buildings. It was too fancy, too decorated, almost like a movie stage. There were lights and fuzzy, sparkling chains everywhere. What it lacked, was furniture. Besides a couple small drawers by the walls, the room Lola had found herself in was virtually empty. No cupboards, no tables, not even a single chair. It didn’t seem like a living room, but then again it was too tidy for one in the process of renovating. It looked like someone had put all those efforts to make it look cosy but totally impractical.
And in the middle of that all was Lola, lying on her back on the X-shaped rack. Something weird must’ve happened throughout the night, because her outfit also matched the surroundings. She had knee-high striped green-red-white cotton stockings on her legs, a mini skirt and a sleeveless shirt of the same pattern. Only a funny hat was missing and she would look like one of those Santa’s little helpers.
There were tiny silver bells tied along the rack, several also on the leather belts around Lola’s wrists, knees and ankles. They instantly began to jingle while the girl was looking around, disturbing their peace just so slightly. Her heart sped up. Suddenly the door at the far end opened with rusty creaking and she heard buzzing, high-pitched voices.
The room slowly filled with several small figures. The commotion made Lola uneasy. She twitched on the rack, bringing bells to life. Sweet, silent chime rung in the air. The new guests resembled her a bunch of undergrown teens. Most of them barely stood over the height of the rack. There was just a couple of taller ones but still significantly smaller than Lola herself. Their facial features, though, clearly showed that she was dealing with adults, probably much older than she considered them to be.
“W— who are you?” Lola fought the tremble in her voice.
“Hello there,” one of them spoke. It was one of those “tall” creatures. Lola assumed he must’ve been some sort of their leader. Did elves have ranks among themselves? “I see you’ve found your place already?”
Lola twitched nervously, struck by the deepness of his voice. The bells sounded again. She composed herself and repeated the question.
“I asked who you are!”
“Who can we be, stupid? It’s the North Pole!”
Suddenly it all made sense, but not before Lola acknowledged the outfits of those little people. She put it down to shock that she hadn’t noticed their green doublets and slightly spiky earlobes earlier.
“You’re elves!” she exclaimed, making bells jingle once again.
An exasperated sigh and eye-rolling made her realize that it was a stupid remark, even if entirely true. She wanted to ask a lot of questions now about how, when and why she ended up in such a place, but she refrained, afraid of further humiliation. Deep down inside she still didn’t believe in what she saw. After all, Santa Claus was a myth, elves were a myth and the North Pole was just a huge cap of ice and snow, not a cosy home for little creatures. It must’ve been either a weird dream or a weird prank made by her friends.
“But aren’t you too comfortable here?” the tall elf asked.
Lola blinked at him. She felt anything but comfortable. Not only was she tied up and surrounded by magical creatures, but her cotton garments began to slightly irritate her skin. The bells, chiming at any occasion, didn’t help either.
“Just what I thought.”
What happened next denied Lola’s assumptions about a joke forged by her friends. This couldn’t be scripted in any way. One second she was there, dressed like a Christmas helper herself, then suddenly the entire outfit was gone. It just disappeared, leaving no trace of its existence. And not only her outfit. Some of her original clothes – she had felt them, so she knew she had worn more than just those colourful stripes – were gone, too. Only one piece remained on its place and it was her white panties.
A few elves, at least those who were tall enough to see, whistled in awe. What they witnessed was an example of sheer beauty. Living amongst reindeers, they rarely saw any human at all, especially the kind of Lola; and especially in such a form. The shorter ones, clearly caught by the interest of their folks, tried to tiptoe or at least come closer to get a better view, and soon enough Lola’s rack was tightly surrounded by spiky-eared personas staring at her with their hungry elven eyes.
And there was a lot to stare at. Lola might not be the bustiest girl, especially while lying flat and stretched out, but her virtually naked body was surely worth a peek or two. She worked out, just to stay in shape, and it clearly showed in her silhouette. The extension of her body underlined its leanness from the toes to the top of her head. At the far end of the rack were her hands, facing palms up. Her fingers with red painted nails twitched nervously, making the silver bells vibrate gently. Then there were her naked, pale arms, spread out on the device. Between them was Lola’s head, resting on a small pillow. Her face, cutely freckled on and around the nose, was slightly tense, but the girl seemed surprisingly cheerful. Her big, grey eyes, though, looked around nervously, shifting focus from one elf to another. First, delicate strings of sweat were visible on her forehead, under the waves of straight, brown hair strewn on the pillow.
Down there was what gathered the most attention. Even an average male wouldn’t pass the opportunity of gazing at a naked twenty-one-year-old upper body, let alone an elf. Although Lola was pale, she still had her charm. Her clean shaved skin looked soft and smooth, and gentle lines of taut muscles encouraged the touch. Her chest was moving up and down slowly as the girl breathed steadily. She had nicely shaped breasts, even if just average in size, with pink nipples and small, round areolas. Her ribs were slightly protruding as she squirmed on the rack, fighting against the stretch. A little silver ring in her navel shone in the glow of Christmas lights in the middle of her flat, muscled stomach.
Below were her panties. Then her legs, just as pale and clean as the rest of her body. And then, at the near end of the X rack, trapped in a pair of tight cuffs, dangled her bare feet; smooth, shapely, not too big but also not that petite, with nice toes and the same red polish. Her soft, pinkish soles with gently carved arches were the closest to a huge part of the crowd.
“Lumps of coal are obsolete,” said the elf. “And even though you’re not a kid anymore, you do realize that in such a time, child or not, no one can get away without a proper present. We’ve got one for you, too. Santa hopes it will help you finally believe in Christmas magic.”
As soon as he finished talking, his hands shot forward towards Lola. His fingers began to dance on her exposed ribs and the air filled with synchronized ringing of all the bells.
“Ugh… what… stop it!” Lola twitched on the rack, trying to shift her body away from the attacking digits. She could do it just barely, but simultaneously she opened herself to the tickling from the other side. The elf, despite being just an elf, could easily reach over her body.
A couple smaller fellows followed him hesitantly. They were much shorter and couldn’t repeat the trick, so they stuck to teasing just one side of Lola’s naked torso, but using both hands. From her elbows to her waist line there were twenty-five fingers on each side forcing pure laughter out of her mouth; and Lola laughed like never before.
Just the tall leader spidering his elven fingers over her ribcage was so much for her. She immediately began to squirm and jerk in the restraints, much more by impulse than with belief that she could get away somehow. When the others joined in, even though they were clumsy in their moves, she already felt like she was on the edge. The attack was coming from everywhere and her pale skin was slowly covering in tiny, barely visible at first, red marks wherever elves’ fingers ran over her sensitive body.
Lola clenched her hands into fists, whirling them in the air desperately. One ticklish shriek after another were escaping her throat as she fought with dozens of digits exploring the entire length of her upper body.
“Stop! Stop it! Fucking stop!” she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut. It only encouraged the tormentors.
Their leader mutely allowed the torture to continue, visibly content that his fellow elves were having a great time at the naughty girl. When it was over, Lola would never dare to deny Santa’s existence again.
But it wasn’t over yet; in fact, it had barely started and Lola was already giving Santa’s helpers all the reasons to carry on. With every second, with every touch her wiggling was getting more helpless and more desperate. Her eyes, still closed shut, were moisturizing slowly. Despite all her extension, she still had some moving space and she was taking it to the fullest. Her torso was jerking from side to side, avoiding one set of fingers for a short amount of time just to expose itself to the other one. Her tense muscles contracted in series of short, painless spasms with every portion of laughter she was sending into the North Pole air.
“Fuck! Please, stop it, please!” she kept screaming and begging, mixing her words with rounds of giggling and guffawing.
Although she was in the coldest part of the world, the house she had been put in was pleasantly warm. That warmth soon got its effect on her body put to the unusual workout. First on her smooth, pale armpits, then on her ribcage, flat stomach and the rest of her upper body, thin layer of sweat appeared, making the tickling far more perceptible. Greatly reduced friction allowed the elves to run their fingers more smoothly. Added to the slowly progressing exhaustion, Lola could feel each stroke getting much more intense than previously.
“Stop it! Fuck! I can’t take it!” she screamed and cursed, bashing her head onto the pillow. First tears were already dripping through her eyelids, marking their way on her red and warm cheeks.
It didn’t stop. Quite the contrary, the more Lola squirmed and begged, the more punishment she was receiving in return. Her sides and stomach were already covered in multiple red finger trails getting more visible every second. She was glistening with sweat, leaving wet spots on the rack she was trapped on.
“Stop! Stop! Fuck, gimme a break!” Lola was still raising countless pleads towards her oppressors, barely containing the tickle predicament she was being served.
She had got her point eventually. Gradually elven fingers withdrew from her tormented torso, first leader’s, then his followers’, until the girl was left in peace, undisturbed but wheezing heavily, coughing and sniffing as tears wetted her face and neck.
It was such a sweet relief to not feel hands scribbling on her entire upper body relentlessly. Lola still had a long way to recover from the punishment, but she was taking her time. Her muscles relaxed, at least to the point the restraints allowed her. She was staring straight at the white ceiling, waiting until her eyes dry up. She caught a glimpse of movement behind her head, but before she realized what was going on, it was already too late. A thick black blindfold was put on her eyes and the girl drowned in total darkness.
“That’s what you get for swearing, girl,” the tall elf spoke. “Also for your pleads. You got your break, now we’re back to Christmas cheers.”
Lola started thrashing before she even got touched.
“No! Fu— darn, no! Let me go!” Her wet hair whipped her arms as she swung her head left and right.
The silence and the idleness went awkwardly long. For a moment Lola even started to believe that they had changed their mind and decided against further torment.
But then it came; and when it came, it did like a wrecking ball. Lola’s back arched instantly and her eyes filled with tears again. A ravaged, helpless shriek escaped her mouth. Her guts tied in knots and her face turned red. There was just one elf now – most likely the tall one – who was giving her the Christmas tickle treatment, but this time it was all about quality, not quantity. And this one had focused on one of the most high-quality spots he could ever find.
His fingers swiftly stroked Lola’s hard, erect nipples and the girl went crazy. She knew her breasts were sensitive, but she’d never thought they could be so insanely ticklish. The laughing sensation engulfed her entire body as she drowned in hysterical guffawing.
“Stopitplease!” she screamed, throbbing in laughter.
Her body, slick with sweat, rippled under the shivering touch, exposing itself even further to the elf leader’s hands.
This time the break came much faster and Lola began to breathe quickly but shallowly, trying to get as much air as she could with wide open mouth. This time the break was much shorter, though, and soon the girl regretted she had received it in the first place. The unusual touch that came unexpectedly sent shivers down her spine. The elf moved on to the heavy stuff.
“The heavy stuff” was in fact incredibly light, but it momentarily wrought havoc on Lola’s tender breasts. Two soft feather vanes got drawn along her nipples and areolas, and that was all it needed to make the naughty girl burst in tears.
Her back arched so much that the spine crackled lightly, but the sound died in hoarse laughter and chiming of the bells ringing at the rack.
“Ohgawdpleasestop!” Lola croaked, showing off her white teeth in wide grin.
Her fists clenched again, marking her knuckles white. Her torso and face were already bright red and soaking wet. Her nipples, puckered up and swollen, trembled slightly in hopeless shivers, treated with rhythmic, patient sawing of feathers.
Deprived of sight, Lola couldn’t know it wasn’t everything that Santa’s helpers had prepared for her. It made her reaction even more hysterical when she finally found out. As if one pair of tormenting tools wasn’t enough, another one got put into action, focusing on the abandoned till now body part.
It was the one that Lola had already had tickled before, so the sensation itself wasn’t that surprising to her; except that with her eyes covered and with a thick layer of sweat gleaming on her body it was so much more intense that almost comparable to the feeling on her overly sensitive, hard nipples.
She curled her toes as hard as she could, exposing her red nails to the group of elves. Her feet flailed wildly as two long, stiff feathers began to groom the wet, pinkish skin of her soles, starting on arches and outer edges.
“Nonotfeetpleasestop!” she blabbered, squirming and twitching under the weight of four tools mercilessly exploiting her most ticklish spots.
The tension of her muscles slowly turned to pain. Lola thrashed so hard that the X rack she was on seemed to rock side to side with her body, filling the air with long jingling of the silver bells. This was just a tiny sound, though; much more silent than Lola’s hysterical screaming and laughing. Her fists bumped onto the arms of the rack fervently as the girl was going crazy in the solid restraints. She tried to beg the elves for another break, but she was already incapable of talking. Only unintelligible blabbering and hoarse, maniacal laughter were escaping her sore throat.
She was sweating profusely to the point that her white panties already turned see-through. Her entire body, head to toe, was soaking wet. It only enhanced the ticklish sensation as the feathers tormented her extremely delicate breasts and toes. They didn’t stop even for a while, teasing and caressing the entire surface of her sensitive, wriggling soles, starting at the bases of her heels and all the way up to her short toes clenching and opening up repeatedly as the long vanes were looking for the softest spots.
Her swollen nipples weren’t having it any easier. From their bases to their wet tops, the elf leader was tormenting each and every body cell, enjoying desperate reactions of the girl who didn’t believe in Christmas. Her beetroot red face seemed on the brink of explosion. The tears already mixed with the sweat, making a huge puddle on the small pillow under Lola’s head. They still trickled down her hot cheeks; and not only they. From her wide open mouth flowed thin strings of spittle. Her hair, plastered to her forehead, threw around tiny drops of sweat with every vigorous jerk. Her nostrils spread wide, taking over the major part of breathing.
Lola didn’t know how long it lasted for. When it stopped, she was already on the brink of passing out. Motionless, she lay, feeling the burning pain spreading over her entire tormented body. Her fingers and toes were bent back spastically, just like they were still begging for one more glide of feathers over the soft skin, but she knew she couldn’t take even the slightest touch. The tiny bells slowly died just like her laughter. For a long while only her shallow wheezing and the thumping of her heart could be heard.
“Santa hopes you finally learned your lesson,” the tall elf announced above her head.
She thought she was free. Exhausted, humiliated, put to the very limits of her incredible, as she would have to admit, ticklishness, but finally free.
Her body jolted suddenly when she felt a big, vibrating bulge pressed between her spread thighs. It slowly massaged her wet crotch through the thin material of her underwear, sending shivering sensations up the spine. Lola bit her lips and moaned silently, trying to shift her position to rub herself against the tool of her pleasure.
It was unexpected. After long hours – she didn’t really know if it was hours, but it certainly felt so – of relentless torment, she was getting her, as stupid as it sounded, Christmas gift. With her eyes still covered with a thick blindfold, she was twitching on the rack again, making futile efforts to lower herself onto the vibrator. It was teasing her, working on low speed and just barely touching her body, creating a slow, methodical build-up. Her muscles tightened up, taking as much pleasure as they could.
The bulge was gently running up and down, taking care of the entire surface of Lola’s wet underwear. The elf holding the tool had to know what he was doing. He could probably finish it in a couple seconds – and the longer it lasted, the more certain Lola was that it could end any moment – but he was taking his time, letting the girl experience the most of it.
“Come on…” a silent moan escaped her throat against her will. She didn’t mean to say anything, but it just slipped out. Her face instantly covered with blush, even though barely visible on the already reddened skin.
Her unexpected wish got denied, because the vibrator moved a hint farther away, lightening the pressure to Lola’s clear discontent. She arched slightly, showing how little she liked it. She had nothing to say, though. She shut her mouth and waited for more. And the more came.
It came in a gentle way when the vibrating tool moved closer, rubbing centrally on her swollen and tender clit. The material of her panties eased the feeling a bit, but it was still hard enough to make Lola jerk due to a sudden bolt of pleasure. Her mouth opened wide and her toes and fingers clenched. She was dripping wet, terribly sensitive and being slowly pushed towards the edge.
“Come on…” she repeated, a hint louder this time. Her cheeks and ears were burning hot. Her closed eyes helped to concentrate on the rubbing on her crotch, but it still wasn’t good enough. She wanted to come; she needed to come and the elf wasn’t making it any easier for her. He was moving the vibrator to and fro, playing with its speeds, just like he was taking pleasure from pushing poor Lola to her limits, making her clit so tender and dripping with juices, but never crossing that magical line past which she would be granted a rewarding orgasm. Each time she thought it would happen just now, the vibrating tool either slowed down to a snail pace or retreated completely, forcing the girl to cool down a bit before it rubbed between her spread legs again.
This felt even worse than tickling, or at least that what Lola thought for a while. In fact, she wasn’t even sure. Tickling was a torture, that for sure. This edgy kind of play was a torture, too, but in the end it could at least turn into a climax so massive she had never felt anything like that. As far as tickling was concerned, she couldn’t see any pros of it going on.
But minutes passed and that massive climax she was hoping for wasn’t coming. She must’ve been already so red and gleaming wet down there. She could feel her muscles tingling and twitching at the lightest touch, whether it was from the vibrator itself or only from the cotton of her panties. She was getting really close, though; closer each time.
“Yes, please…” Lola moaned again, arching her back. It made the bells’ jingling mix with the buzzing.
She was on the brink and she knew nothing could stop her from coming now. She clenched her fists hard, cranked her neck back and let the vibrator do its thing, massaging her swollen clit with its artificial head. The buzzing mixed with white noise in her ears. Blood rushed into her head, making the girl feel slightly dizzy. And, to her utter surprise, the power got cut off right at the very last second.
Her frustration was overwhelming. She rocked on the rack, trying to make as much as possible from the already retreating tool. The restraints held her too tightly, though. Within a couple whiles the vibrating died quietly despite Lola’s desperate efforts to get just one more rub from it.
“Oh come on!” her lips twisted in a disappointed grimace. She pounced the rack’s arms with her fists.
The elf turned the tool on and fulfilled her wish, making it work for a couple more seconds. Then it died for good. But a couple more seconds wasn’t enough for Lola. She was craving for more. Her crotch was craving for more – lustful, insatiate, unsatisfied. It throbbed in anticipation, waiting to be finally pushed over the line.
“Just a bit longer…” whispered Lola.
But there was only silence. Her heart raced, her body twitched nervously, her crotch lubricated, but it was all gone and Lola just lay on the rack, denied of an orgasm she wanted so bad.
“Please…” she wailed in a small voice.
“You were a naughty girl,” the elf leader finally spoke. “And naughty girls don’t get Christmas gifts from Santa. Maybe next year, if you do well.”
A single feather stroked her bare sole and the girl shrieked in surprise, but that was just an abrupt tease. Lola’s Christmas treatment was over. She was half-naked, tickled to the exhaustion, still wet from sweat, tears and a vibrator. Both her nipples and her clit were swollen and incredibly sensitive. If she could only move her hand, she would easily make herself come within seconds. But she couldn’t. All that was left was to swallow that bitter pill of edging.
A strong hand ripped the blindfold off her head. Lola squinted her eyes, blinded with the brightness of the world. When her sight finally adjusted to the light, she realized she was in her own room, fully clothed and spread on her bed. Only the soreness of her muscles told her that she probably hadn’t just dozed off.
It was snowing outside. The frost was drawing its patterns on the window panes. It was dark, but on the black sky, between the glittering stars, Lola noticed a thin smudge of light moving quickly. It might be just a falling star, but then she heard tiny, almost unrecognizable chiming of bells. Or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks.
Cheers!
***
Lola didn’t like winter the more, the longer it lasted. First of all, winter meant it was getting terribly cold. Terrible coldness meant she had to wear thick jackets, thick socks, thick boots and walk through freezing wind and big piles of snow. Terrible coldness meant she would get a runny nose again and spend the entire evening sneezing, coughing and drinking tea so hot that it burned her throat.
Winter meant not only the time of actual fever, but also of a Christmas one. It was those last two weeks of December when people were going nuts over Christmas trees, Christmas Eve dinners, Christmas gifts and Christmas everything. It was ludicrous. It was insane. It was making Lola sick.
Gathering all the family around the table was one thing. She could put up with it somehow, even if barely and even if she was seeing most of those people only twice a year, just because of the events like that. It was the Santa talk that she couldn’t stand.
Lola had never really believed in Santa – not when she was seven or eight and definitely not now, at the age of twenty-one. She still wondered how other kids could drink those stories in. A bearded guy in red clothes riding the sky in his sleigh? Good joke. But children were stupid and they needed to believe in something, so as much as Lola had always wanted to spoil the fun and just announce that Santa was in fact someone’s dad or uncle, she kept deciding against, if only for the sake of family’s well-being.
And Christmas was just tomorrow, so it meant it would be hell again. It was always hell with all the preparations, all the guest welcoming, all this moving back and forth with dishes and all the washing afterwards. Lola needed to get a long sleep before it and probably an even longer one when it all ended. It was late already. Dark veil covered the sky. Street lamps glowed in the distance, their light dispersed by fog. She turned off the light in her room, lay down in bed and closed her eyes. Sleep came quickly.
And next thing she saw was a scenario from her dreams.
The world was bright; far brighter than she had ever seen and it wasn’t only because of the colourful lamps hanging all over the walls. The world also smelled nicely. It resembled her of gingerbread and dried fruit, though it could just as easily be any other scent. Lola had never really been good at remembering smells and tastes.
She was in a house, but it wasn’t just any house. People didn’t live in such buildings. It was too fancy, too decorated, almost like a movie stage. There were lights and fuzzy, sparkling chains everywhere. What it lacked, was furniture. Besides a couple small drawers by the walls, the room Lola had found herself in was virtually empty. No cupboards, no tables, not even a single chair. It didn’t seem like a living room, but then again it was too tidy for one in the process of renovating. It looked like someone had put all those efforts to make it look cosy but totally impractical.
And in the middle of that all was Lola, lying on her back on the X-shaped rack. Something weird must’ve happened throughout the night, because her outfit also matched the surroundings. She had knee-high striped green-red-white cotton stockings on her legs, a mini skirt and a sleeveless shirt of the same pattern. Only a funny hat was missing and she would look like one of those Santa’s little helpers.
There were tiny silver bells tied along the rack, several also on the leather belts around Lola’s wrists, knees and ankles. They instantly began to jingle while the girl was looking around, disturbing their peace just so slightly. Her heart sped up. Suddenly the door at the far end opened with rusty creaking and she heard buzzing, high-pitched voices.
The room slowly filled with several small figures. The commotion made Lola uneasy. She twitched on the rack, bringing bells to life. Sweet, silent chime rung in the air. The new guests resembled her a bunch of undergrown teens. Most of them barely stood over the height of the rack. There was just a couple of taller ones but still significantly smaller than Lola herself. Their facial features, though, clearly showed that she was dealing with adults, probably much older than she considered them to be.
“W— who are you?” Lola fought the tremble in her voice.
“Hello there,” one of them spoke. It was one of those “tall” creatures. Lola assumed he must’ve been some sort of their leader. Did elves have ranks among themselves? “I see you’ve found your place already?”
Lola twitched nervously, struck by the deepness of his voice. The bells sounded again. She composed herself and repeated the question.
“I asked who you are!”
“Who can we be, stupid? It’s the North Pole!”
Suddenly it all made sense, but not before Lola acknowledged the outfits of those little people. She put it down to shock that she hadn’t noticed their green doublets and slightly spiky earlobes earlier.
“You’re elves!” she exclaimed, making bells jingle once again.
An exasperated sigh and eye-rolling made her realize that it was a stupid remark, even if entirely true. She wanted to ask a lot of questions now about how, when and why she ended up in such a place, but she refrained, afraid of further humiliation. Deep down inside she still didn’t believe in what she saw. After all, Santa Claus was a myth, elves were a myth and the North Pole was just a huge cap of ice and snow, not a cosy home for little creatures. It must’ve been either a weird dream or a weird prank made by her friends.
“But aren’t you too comfortable here?” the tall elf asked.
Lola blinked at him. She felt anything but comfortable. Not only was she tied up and surrounded by magical creatures, but her cotton garments began to slightly irritate her skin. The bells, chiming at any occasion, didn’t help either.
“Just what I thought.”
What happened next denied Lola’s assumptions about a joke forged by her friends. This couldn’t be scripted in any way. One second she was there, dressed like a Christmas helper herself, then suddenly the entire outfit was gone. It just disappeared, leaving no trace of its existence. And not only her outfit. Some of her original clothes – she had felt them, so she knew she had worn more than just those colourful stripes – were gone, too. Only one piece remained on its place and it was her white panties.
A few elves, at least those who were tall enough to see, whistled in awe. What they witnessed was an example of sheer beauty. Living amongst reindeers, they rarely saw any human at all, especially the kind of Lola; and especially in such a form. The shorter ones, clearly caught by the interest of their folks, tried to tiptoe or at least come closer to get a better view, and soon enough Lola’s rack was tightly surrounded by spiky-eared personas staring at her with their hungry elven eyes.
And there was a lot to stare at. Lola might not be the bustiest girl, especially while lying flat and stretched out, but her virtually naked body was surely worth a peek or two. She worked out, just to stay in shape, and it clearly showed in her silhouette. The extension of her body underlined its leanness from the toes to the top of her head. At the far end of the rack were her hands, facing palms up. Her fingers with red painted nails twitched nervously, making the silver bells vibrate gently. Then there were her naked, pale arms, spread out on the device. Between them was Lola’s head, resting on a small pillow. Her face, cutely freckled on and around the nose, was slightly tense, but the girl seemed surprisingly cheerful. Her big, grey eyes, though, looked around nervously, shifting focus from one elf to another. First, delicate strings of sweat were visible on her forehead, under the waves of straight, brown hair strewn on the pillow.
Down there was what gathered the most attention. Even an average male wouldn’t pass the opportunity of gazing at a naked twenty-one-year-old upper body, let alone an elf. Although Lola was pale, she still had her charm. Her clean shaved skin looked soft and smooth, and gentle lines of taut muscles encouraged the touch. Her chest was moving up and down slowly as the girl breathed steadily. She had nicely shaped breasts, even if just average in size, with pink nipples and small, round areolas. Her ribs were slightly protruding as she squirmed on the rack, fighting against the stretch. A little silver ring in her navel shone in the glow of Christmas lights in the middle of her flat, muscled stomach.
Below were her panties. Then her legs, just as pale and clean as the rest of her body. And then, at the near end of the X rack, trapped in a pair of tight cuffs, dangled her bare feet; smooth, shapely, not too big but also not that petite, with nice toes and the same red polish. Her soft, pinkish soles with gently carved arches were the closest to a huge part of the crowd.
“Lumps of coal are obsolete,” said the elf. “And even though you’re not a kid anymore, you do realize that in such a time, child or not, no one can get away without a proper present. We’ve got one for you, too. Santa hopes it will help you finally believe in Christmas magic.”
As soon as he finished talking, his hands shot forward towards Lola. His fingers began to dance on her exposed ribs and the air filled with synchronized ringing of all the bells.
“Ugh… what… stop it!” Lola twitched on the rack, trying to shift her body away from the attacking digits. She could do it just barely, but simultaneously she opened herself to the tickling from the other side. The elf, despite being just an elf, could easily reach over her body.
A couple smaller fellows followed him hesitantly. They were much shorter and couldn’t repeat the trick, so they stuck to teasing just one side of Lola’s naked torso, but using both hands. From her elbows to her waist line there were twenty-five fingers on each side forcing pure laughter out of her mouth; and Lola laughed like never before.
Just the tall leader spidering his elven fingers over her ribcage was so much for her. She immediately began to squirm and jerk in the restraints, much more by impulse than with belief that she could get away somehow. When the others joined in, even though they were clumsy in their moves, she already felt like she was on the edge. The attack was coming from everywhere and her pale skin was slowly covering in tiny, barely visible at first, red marks wherever elves’ fingers ran over her sensitive body.
Lola clenched her hands into fists, whirling them in the air desperately. One ticklish shriek after another were escaping her throat as she fought with dozens of digits exploring the entire length of her upper body.
“Stop! Stop it! Fucking stop!” she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut. It only encouraged the tormentors.
Their leader mutely allowed the torture to continue, visibly content that his fellow elves were having a great time at the naughty girl. When it was over, Lola would never dare to deny Santa’s existence again.
But it wasn’t over yet; in fact, it had barely started and Lola was already giving Santa’s helpers all the reasons to carry on. With every second, with every touch her wiggling was getting more helpless and more desperate. Her eyes, still closed shut, were moisturizing slowly. Despite all her extension, she still had some moving space and she was taking it to the fullest. Her torso was jerking from side to side, avoiding one set of fingers for a short amount of time just to expose itself to the other one. Her tense muscles contracted in series of short, painless spasms with every portion of laughter she was sending into the North Pole air.
“Fuck! Please, stop it, please!” she kept screaming and begging, mixing her words with rounds of giggling and guffawing.
Although she was in the coldest part of the world, the house she had been put in was pleasantly warm. That warmth soon got its effect on her body put to the unusual workout. First on her smooth, pale armpits, then on her ribcage, flat stomach and the rest of her upper body, thin layer of sweat appeared, making the tickling far more perceptible. Greatly reduced friction allowed the elves to run their fingers more smoothly. Added to the slowly progressing exhaustion, Lola could feel each stroke getting much more intense than previously.
“Stop it! Fuck! I can’t take it!” she screamed and cursed, bashing her head onto the pillow. First tears were already dripping through her eyelids, marking their way on her red and warm cheeks.
It didn’t stop. Quite the contrary, the more Lola squirmed and begged, the more punishment she was receiving in return. Her sides and stomach were already covered in multiple red finger trails getting more visible every second. She was glistening with sweat, leaving wet spots on the rack she was trapped on.
“Stop! Stop! Fuck, gimme a break!” Lola was still raising countless pleads towards her oppressors, barely containing the tickle predicament she was being served.
She had got her point eventually. Gradually elven fingers withdrew from her tormented torso, first leader’s, then his followers’, until the girl was left in peace, undisturbed but wheezing heavily, coughing and sniffing as tears wetted her face and neck.
It was such a sweet relief to not feel hands scribbling on her entire upper body relentlessly. Lola still had a long way to recover from the punishment, but she was taking her time. Her muscles relaxed, at least to the point the restraints allowed her. She was staring straight at the white ceiling, waiting until her eyes dry up. She caught a glimpse of movement behind her head, but before she realized what was going on, it was already too late. A thick black blindfold was put on her eyes and the girl drowned in total darkness.
“That’s what you get for swearing, girl,” the tall elf spoke. “Also for your pleads. You got your break, now we’re back to Christmas cheers.”
Lola started thrashing before she even got touched.
“No! Fu— darn, no! Let me go!” Her wet hair whipped her arms as she swung her head left and right.
The silence and the idleness went awkwardly long. For a moment Lola even started to believe that they had changed their mind and decided against further torment.
But then it came; and when it came, it did like a wrecking ball. Lola’s back arched instantly and her eyes filled with tears again. A ravaged, helpless shriek escaped her mouth. Her guts tied in knots and her face turned red. There was just one elf now – most likely the tall one – who was giving her the Christmas tickle treatment, but this time it was all about quality, not quantity. And this one had focused on one of the most high-quality spots he could ever find.
His fingers swiftly stroked Lola’s hard, erect nipples and the girl went crazy. She knew her breasts were sensitive, but she’d never thought they could be so insanely ticklish. The laughing sensation engulfed her entire body as she drowned in hysterical guffawing.
“Stopitplease!” she screamed, throbbing in laughter.
Her body, slick with sweat, rippled under the shivering touch, exposing itself even further to the elf leader’s hands.
This time the break came much faster and Lola began to breathe quickly but shallowly, trying to get as much air as she could with wide open mouth. This time the break was much shorter, though, and soon the girl regretted she had received it in the first place. The unusual touch that came unexpectedly sent shivers down her spine. The elf moved on to the heavy stuff.
“The heavy stuff” was in fact incredibly light, but it momentarily wrought havoc on Lola’s tender breasts. Two soft feather vanes got drawn along her nipples and areolas, and that was all it needed to make the naughty girl burst in tears.
Her back arched so much that the spine crackled lightly, but the sound died in hoarse laughter and chiming of the bells ringing at the rack.
“Ohgawdpleasestop!” Lola croaked, showing off her white teeth in wide grin.
Her fists clenched again, marking her knuckles white. Her torso and face were already bright red and soaking wet. Her nipples, puckered up and swollen, trembled slightly in hopeless shivers, treated with rhythmic, patient sawing of feathers.
Deprived of sight, Lola couldn’t know it wasn’t everything that Santa’s helpers had prepared for her. It made her reaction even more hysterical when she finally found out. As if one pair of tormenting tools wasn’t enough, another one got put into action, focusing on the abandoned till now body part.
It was the one that Lola had already had tickled before, so the sensation itself wasn’t that surprising to her; except that with her eyes covered and with a thick layer of sweat gleaming on her body it was so much more intense that almost comparable to the feeling on her overly sensitive, hard nipples.
She curled her toes as hard as she could, exposing her red nails to the group of elves. Her feet flailed wildly as two long, stiff feathers began to groom the wet, pinkish skin of her soles, starting on arches and outer edges.
“Nonotfeetpleasestop!” she blabbered, squirming and twitching under the weight of four tools mercilessly exploiting her most ticklish spots.
The tension of her muscles slowly turned to pain. Lola thrashed so hard that the X rack she was on seemed to rock side to side with her body, filling the air with long jingling of the silver bells. This was just a tiny sound, though; much more silent than Lola’s hysterical screaming and laughing. Her fists bumped onto the arms of the rack fervently as the girl was going crazy in the solid restraints. She tried to beg the elves for another break, but she was already incapable of talking. Only unintelligible blabbering and hoarse, maniacal laughter were escaping her sore throat.
She was sweating profusely to the point that her white panties already turned see-through. Her entire body, head to toe, was soaking wet. It only enhanced the ticklish sensation as the feathers tormented her extremely delicate breasts and toes. They didn’t stop even for a while, teasing and caressing the entire surface of her sensitive, wriggling soles, starting at the bases of her heels and all the way up to her short toes clenching and opening up repeatedly as the long vanes were looking for the softest spots.
Her swollen nipples weren’t having it any easier. From their bases to their wet tops, the elf leader was tormenting each and every body cell, enjoying desperate reactions of the girl who didn’t believe in Christmas. Her beetroot red face seemed on the brink of explosion. The tears already mixed with the sweat, making a huge puddle on the small pillow under Lola’s head. They still trickled down her hot cheeks; and not only they. From her wide open mouth flowed thin strings of spittle. Her hair, plastered to her forehead, threw around tiny drops of sweat with every vigorous jerk. Her nostrils spread wide, taking over the major part of breathing.
Lola didn’t know how long it lasted for. When it stopped, she was already on the brink of passing out. Motionless, she lay, feeling the burning pain spreading over her entire tormented body. Her fingers and toes were bent back spastically, just like they were still begging for one more glide of feathers over the soft skin, but she knew she couldn’t take even the slightest touch. The tiny bells slowly died just like her laughter. For a long while only her shallow wheezing and the thumping of her heart could be heard.
“Santa hopes you finally learned your lesson,” the tall elf announced above her head.
She thought she was free. Exhausted, humiliated, put to the very limits of her incredible, as she would have to admit, ticklishness, but finally free.
Her body jolted suddenly when she felt a big, vibrating bulge pressed between her spread thighs. It slowly massaged her wet crotch through the thin material of her underwear, sending shivering sensations up the spine. Lola bit her lips and moaned silently, trying to shift her position to rub herself against the tool of her pleasure.
It was unexpected. After long hours – she didn’t really know if it was hours, but it certainly felt so – of relentless torment, she was getting her, as stupid as it sounded, Christmas gift. With her eyes still covered with a thick blindfold, she was twitching on the rack again, making futile efforts to lower herself onto the vibrator. It was teasing her, working on low speed and just barely touching her body, creating a slow, methodical build-up. Her muscles tightened up, taking as much pleasure as they could.
The bulge was gently running up and down, taking care of the entire surface of Lola’s wet underwear. The elf holding the tool had to know what he was doing. He could probably finish it in a couple seconds – and the longer it lasted, the more certain Lola was that it could end any moment – but he was taking his time, letting the girl experience the most of it.
“Come on…” a silent moan escaped her throat against her will. She didn’t mean to say anything, but it just slipped out. Her face instantly covered with blush, even though barely visible on the already reddened skin.
Her unexpected wish got denied, because the vibrator moved a hint farther away, lightening the pressure to Lola’s clear discontent. She arched slightly, showing how little she liked it. She had nothing to say, though. She shut her mouth and waited for more. And the more came.
It came in a gentle way when the vibrating tool moved closer, rubbing centrally on her swollen and tender clit. The material of her panties eased the feeling a bit, but it was still hard enough to make Lola jerk due to a sudden bolt of pleasure. Her mouth opened wide and her toes and fingers clenched. She was dripping wet, terribly sensitive and being slowly pushed towards the edge.
“Come on…” she repeated, a hint louder this time. Her cheeks and ears were burning hot. Her closed eyes helped to concentrate on the rubbing on her crotch, but it still wasn’t good enough. She wanted to come; she needed to come and the elf wasn’t making it any easier for her. He was moving the vibrator to and fro, playing with its speeds, just like he was taking pleasure from pushing poor Lola to her limits, making her clit so tender and dripping with juices, but never crossing that magical line past which she would be granted a rewarding orgasm. Each time she thought it would happen just now, the vibrating tool either slowed down to a snail pace or retreated completely, forcing the girl to cool down a bit before it rubbed between her spread legs again.
This felt even worse than tickling, or at least that what Lola thought for a while. In fact, she wasn’t even sure. Tickling was a torture, that for sure. This edgy kind of play was a torture, too, but in the end it could at least turn into a climax so massive she had never felt anything like that. As far as tickling was concerned, she couldn’t see any pros of it going on.
But minutes passed and that massive climax she was hoping for wasn’t coming. She must’ve been already so red and gleaming wet down there. She could feel her muscles tingling and twitching at the lightest touch, whether it was from the vibrator itself or only from the cotton of her panties. She was getting really close, though; closer each time.
“Yes, please…” Lola moaned again, arching her back. It made the bells’ jingling mix with the buzzing.
She was on the brink and she knew nothing could stop her from coming now. She clenched her fists hard, cranked her neck back and let the vibrator do its thing, massaging her swollen clit with its artificial head. The buzzing mixed with white noise in her ears. Blood rushed into her head, making the girl feel slightly dizzy. And, to her utter surprise, the power got cut off right at the very last second.
Her frustration was overwhelming. She rocked on the rack, trying to make as much as possible from the already retreating tool. The restraints held her too tightly, though. Within a couple whiles the vibrating died quietly despite Lola’s desperate efforts to get just one more rub from it.
“Oh come on!” her lips twisted in a disappointed grimace. She pounced the rack’s arms with her fists.
The elf turned the tool on and fulfilled her wish, making it work for a couple more seconds. Then it died for good. But a couple more seconds wasn’t enough for Lola. She was craving for more. Her crotch was craving for more – lustful, insatiate, unsatisfied. It throbbed in anticipation, waiting to be finally pushed over the line.
“Just a bit longer…” whispered Lola.
But there was only silence. Her heart raced, her body twitched nervously, her crotch lubricated, but it was all gone and Lola just lay on the rack, denied of an orgasm she wanted so bad.
“Please…” she wailed in a small voice.
“You were a naughty girl,” the elf leader finally spoke. “And naughty girls don’t get Christmas gifts from Santa. Maybe next year, if you do well.”
A single feather stroked her bare sole and the girl shrieked in surprise, but that was just an abrupt tease. Lola’s Christmas treatment was over. She was half-naked, tickled to the exhaustion, still wet from sweat, tears and a vibrator. Both her nipples and her clit were swollen and incredibly sensitive. If she could only move her hand, she would easily make herself come within seconds. But she couldn’t. All that was left was to swallow that bitter pill of edging.
A strong hand ripped the blindfold off her head. Lola squinted her eyes, blinded with the brightness of the world. When her sight finally adjusted to the light, she realized she was in her own room, fully clothed and spread on her bed. Only the soreness of her muscles told her that she probably hadn’t just dozed off.
It was snowing outside. The frost was drawing its patterns on the window panes. It was dark, but on the black sky, between the glittering stars, Lola noticed a thin smudge of light moving quickly. It might be just a falling star, but then she heard tiny, almost unrecognizable chiming of bells. Or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks.
