Since entering her teenage years Fanchesca had steadily become whats best described as an arrogant, self centred cunt. Obssessed with social mass medium, her life was punctuated by pouting, self absorbed selfies, with no time for anyone except her own little pack of equally obnoxious freinds. She considered her kinsperson an aggravator, especially her little brother Max. When her parents had gathered them for a big christmas reveal it was not surprising that it was met with conversant distain.

They were going on a menage vacation to Lapland so Max could match Santa before he got too old to revel the experience and so the kinsfolk could have one last vacation together before Fran went to college. This was Frans estimation of perdition, she knew she would be sharing a room with Max and end up babysitting while her parents went off and explored.

For workweek before they left she had dubbed the trip 'the incubus before christmas'which seemed to gain sympathy from her ally. In fact the totally journey out there was cataloged in a serial publication of selfies which drew response like 'OMG''Bae'and 'Reebo'reaching a crushendo of accronyms when she sent a photograph with her usual fish human face standing in a elbow room with matching beds, she was not happy.

A few days passed and as expected Fran thought she 'd been sitting her brother far too much, in reality they had done many kin orientated things but she was just so self absorbed to notice. Today however would be the bad in Frans centre, she had to take Max to see Padre Christmas.

They waited in ancestry for what seemed alike hours in the coke, her face perminantly glued to her screen while max was getting frustrated as he had no one to contribution his excitement with. Finally it was their turn and they entered the grotto.

As they walked along the corridor even Fran raised an supercilium and admitted under her breath that they had done a pretty good job on this one. The grotto walls seemed to foam and shimmer as they reflected the burn tourches which dimmly lit their path. The corridor opened up into a cave like room and there sat in front of them was the big guy himself, dressed in his customary red lawsuit. Max raced over to santa and took up the traditional locating on his stifle, Franchesca carried on texting obliviously until it was apparrent there was no mobile sign in the grot. With a heavy sigh and a few mumbled bane run-in she shoved the sound in her pocket and stared at the pair in front of her, who by now had struck up quite the conversation.

After 5 minutes or so Fran interrupted `` seed on Max its time to go. ''

'' No, no, no '' replied Kriss Kringle `` Max has so many dubiousness, he can stay a while longer. ''

This was not the reply Fran wanted, she sighed again, her frustration evident, kicking the filth for a few minutes. `` Max we need to go '' this time she was blatenly ignored by them both `` Max, now ! ``

'' But where do you involve to go in such a precipitation young lady ? '' asked Santa

'' We just require to go '' replied Fran, now in the physical process of dragging Max from Santa knee.

'' But Fran this is Father Christmas, i want to stay '' complained Max his phonation shaking on the brink of tears.

Fran looked at Max in the eye with spite and contempt, `` This isnt Father Dec 25 Max, theres no such person as Father Christmas. Its all made up, its mom and dad that leave you presents. Now come on ! ''

You could see Max 's warmness breaking as this Book of Revelation was revealed, now in split he stammerred `` wellspring, well who 's this then ? '' pointing at santa. `` Him ? He 's just some fat old cunt they probably pulled from the unemployment line, let go. '' and with that she dragged him towards the exit.

'' FRANCHESCA MARY Williams '' the voice boomed and seemed to resinate off the cave walls.

Fran froze in her racecourse, staring at the exit. the snow falling outside had also frozen, in mid-air. She turned slowly with a flavor of malaise in her stomach. She looked at Max who appeared to be frozen in time too, his split stuck half way down his cheeks like beads of ice. Finally her gaze rested upon Santa Claus who now appeared to tower over her.

'' I have been keeping an eye on you Franchesca Blessed Virgin Williams, and you have been on my juicy list for some metre, but what you just did to your brother goes beyond any tilt. It was pure immorality and must be punished ''

A pocket-size door opened that Fran could have sworn was n't there before. Through it came a group of small creatures, the grandiloquent no Sir Thomas More than 2 groundwork senior high. They had fleeceable hide, pointed ears, no whisker and wore only an receptive greens wastecoat and tan short circuit. All optic fixed on Fran.

Santa strode forward taking Fran by the chin in one of his chubby hands, raising her nous to satisfy his gaze. `` Now what punishment is fit for one such as you ? '' Santa thought for a second `` A gobbling, yes '' he said to himself and then louder `` spread the intelligence, there is to be a gobbling punishment ! '' half of the elves ran back through the door chattering excitedly. Fran managed to utter a few spooky speech `` Whats a Golbin punishment ? '' 'No, no, no my dear '' said Father Christmas softly, `` Not hobgoblin, gobbling. '' and with that he touch her forehead and her world turned to blackness.

The first thing Fran became aware of was the coldness, the type of low temperature that caused tegument to prickle. Her arms and ramification ached uncomfortablly, she tried to move but could n't. Fran opened her center in a hazy, blurred affright, squirming and wriggling while trying to take a crap sentience of the situation, her eyes saw only white. She could state she was lying on her movement, her body supported by a rough Earth's surface up to her shoulder joint, her head seemingly daggling in mid air. She could experience her arms were secured at the wrist and just above the human elbow, bound by something rough, possibly rope, her legs folded back with her ankle joint tied to her second joint with the same cloth.

'Her thighs ...'Fran thought as a new undulation of affright swept over her as she noticed the icy sticker on her inner second joint alerting her to the fact that they were not only disclose but her branch were spread, in a moment of legal brief relief she noted the deficiency of icy prickles on her ass and pussy, at least she had a minuscule self-worth but this was still not good.

Fran snapped her legs shut in an act of defiance and instantly regretted it, a R-2 tightened around her cervix pulling her backwards, lifting her entire pep pill body from the wooden weapons platform and exposing her firm b-cup breast, her pap tightening in response to the icy prickles which danced around them. As she struggled to pass off, her bulging eyes could now make believe out indistinct anatomy, possibly edifice but smaller, all too soon though her sight dimmed and her body unstrain releasing her from her ego imposed strangulation, her body slumped landing on the platform with a thud.

As Fran lay there coughing and drooling she noticed the strings of saliva pockmarking the previously space canvas of snow she was staring at, her optic were begining to concentre. Lifting her capitulum tentatively, unsure of the consequences, she examined her environs. The shapes she had seen before were indeed tiny workshop, tavern and various workshops lining three sides of the open space that surrounded her. On the forward English, to Fran 's leftfield, she could make out impressive looking tumid building and what was possibly the base of a clocktower or something standardized, Fran couldnt quite tell due to her resitrictive binds.

A distich of black glazed rush appered succeeding to Fran, with white-hot fur trim and red pant there was no mistaking who the iron heel belonged to. A good sense of forbodding unease once again entered Fran.

Santa began to ring a heavy handbell, it 's tone seemed to resinate around the townsfolk public square and hang in the wintry air.

From the shop and tap house small build began to come out. At first Fran could only make out a dozen or so but soon there seemed to be crowds of ELF appearing from every management, all heading towards the platform on which she was displayed. The bell ceased its rining as the crowd of the small gullible puppet formed a horseshoe figure in strawman of Fran.

Santa 's vocalization boomed as he made the resolve `` This man girl has been found guilty of utmost naughtiness, uttering evil and injurious words to those whom love her. It has been decreed that a Gobbling is her penalization. As it is written by ancient lore the elder will get the punishment, then you will all enter. ``

Fran, now petrified and close to bust, saw campaign from the Town Hall. Slowly five figures became more clear-cut, 2 ealderly Elves in wheelchairs being pushed by stonger attendants and a third gear shamble along with the aid of a walking reefer. After respective minutes the slow up onward motion formed a line in front man of Fran, everything bacame still, only Fran 's trembling breathing penetrated the secretiveness of anticipation.

'DONG'Father Christmas 's bell rang once and was met with a gleeful cheer from the assembled ELF.

As the chief elf was pushed towards Fran she was able to see his freatures more clearly. His green saggy cutis formed long lower jawbone, punctuated by warty like lumps which sprouted farseeing wirey hairs. His pointed ear tips drooped with age and tuft of white fuzz protruded from his ear canal. his hooked nose seemed disproportionately long, below which sat thin sass being constantly moistened by a violet tongue, the creature almost drooling at the expectation before him. Fran locked on his yellowing eyes which seemed to combust into her psyche with judgement.

'' wait '' the chief elf cried, lifting a hand to signal the hault. He shuffled in his chair excitedly, working his way to the edge with a motion that suggested he was about to bear. The attendant elf looked worriedly at his vis-a-vis who was stood behing the second wheelchair, and beconed him to aid. With attendants to either side the old elf rose from the electric chair and shuffled towards Fran, his every move being supported.

The chief elf stood for a mo in front of Fran, as if to gain some composure, before tugging at the twine which held his old tan short circuit high around his waist, they fell to the Snow beneath.

Fran stared at the hammer before her part in disbelief, part in terror. It was thickset, green and just as warty at the chief 's brass. The Elder shuffled forward again and jabbed his Phallus towards her case. Fran turned to pass up the overture and almost gagged as the malodour filled her nostrils. She felt belittled work force on her thighs which pushed them together, the R-2 around her neck tightened lifting her consistence slightly and pulling her top dog straight person. she gasped for air, the ELF let go. Frans body and headland slumped forward once more, only this metre her gasping oral fissure was greeting by the rancid elveden cock.

There was another cheer from the onlookers.

The old elf grabbed at frans pilus as he began to pump her mouth with all he could summon, which in realness was quite a slow gait. The funky putz slid in and out causing her to gag on more than one occassion, each instance taken advantage of as the elf pushed deeper into her throat. The violation of Fran 's lip only lasted minute of arc before the old elf went rigid and came. It was n't a forceful climax, in fact the alone indication that the elf had cum was the most repel bitterness and sour discernment which spread in Frans mouth.

The Chief Elf collapsed back onto one of the attendants, the other hurridly brought his chair. Fran coughed and spluttered as strings of color yellow spunk fell from her mouth and soiled the pristine bamboozle beneath her face.

The 2nd elder, the one with the stick, bagan to make his way towards Fran, unbuckling his shorts as he did so.

Fran, now with tear falling from her eyes begged for the result to end `` no, please ! I 'm sorry, I 'll be good ! ``

The elf, who was quite pear-shaped and had a long grey beard chuckled, `` it 's too late for that my deary, a backtalk as opprobrious as yours deserves to be abused. And what a reasonably little mouth it is too. '' in an instant he filled it with his green stopcock before she could protest any further. She was thankful this elf 's cock wasnt as putrid as the previous one, it was shorter too, but that meant her forehead was being constantly slapped by the elf 's honey oil belly on every thrust.

This elf lasted longsighted than the chief before he buried Fran 's case in his fat, implanting his cock in her throat. Fran could experience the spasm as blue jet of cum errupted and slid down to her belly. Satisfied he finally released her.

Now for the last of the senior. This one didnt try to get out of his chairman, to be reliable Fran wasnt sure he was even alive. He looked pale super C with white eyes, all skin and pearl, he had to be assisted to absent his shorts. Still sat in the professorship he was wheeled under Frans grimace, his hammer the only evidence of aliveness as it twitched and danced in front end of her.

She felt the hard deal on the elders assistant on the rachis of her head word forcing her up and down on the crippled elf 's phallus. After respective heavy pushes and wrench Fran made the decision to carry ascendency of the pace to void further injury, this seemed to delight the cripple as a faint smile escaped his lips. The new girl study the hammer expertly with her tongue to ensure this was over as quickly as possible. The elder groaned as Fran released his shaft from her mouth, streams of hot elf spunk covered her face and lazily dripped to the floor. The last elder was wheeled away.

'DONG'

'' Everyone be patient role, no to a greater extent than 3 at a time, everyone will get a go '' Santa 's previous educational activity brought a new fear to the girl, her whoreson long gone as the unfeigned horror of what was about to happen dawned on her. The gain crowd closed in until the spark was blocked by green physical structure. super acid foul smelling, stinking eubstance. All with hard cocks and full sacks to empty.

Fran felt her foreland being pulled from one direction to another as cock after stopcock was thrust into her mouth, shortly followed by load after putrid load of cum. Whilst she was being forced to swallow all these deposites there seemed to be a constant pelting of jizz hitting her face from those waiting their turn with the prize.

After a while Fran went into a trailer truck conscious daze of sufferance, her resistivity was broken. reality snapped back with avengence when she felt her panties being tugged at and cold prickles of air hitting her cunt. She was mindful enough to notice the platform shudder under the postponement of something large dispite the continued elf shaft onslaught happening in her mouth.

A great, strong hand squeezed her rear end cheek whilst another bedcover her outer rim and explored her privileged channel. A fat finger's breadth pushed deeper inside her making her writhe against her bonds. Suddenly both hands were gone leaving her damp exposed to the freezing air once more, but only momentarily as a gravid giggly flock landed on her butt. There was no mistaking who this was or what his intentions were. Fran was about to be fucked by Santa himself.

The fat guy fumbled and prodded with his member to no avail, he simply couldnt fit in between the daughter legs, taking her firmly by the second joint he spread them further. Fran 's middle bulged as suddenly her head was pulled downwards by the rophy around her cervix, forcing the grotesque elf dick in her mouth well and truly into her throat, the elf released a belly laugh of pleasure and came immediately, sending globules of thick cum towards Fran 's already full phase of the moon tummy. `` That 's better '' said Santa to himself, as his merry wand found its mark. The power of each thrust giggled his enormous belly and disseminate Fran further, which in turn pulled the girls head down harder onto whatever cock she was consuming. Fran 's world turned to darkness again .....

When Fran awoke she was back in her hotel elbow room, rolling over she saw her brother asleep in the former bed. `` Was it all a dream ? '' she thought to herself, the pollute taste in her mouth would betoken otherwise but she couldnt be trusted.

It was the finis day of their vacation so after breakfast Fran and Max were given instructions to finish packing and assure their room, and if they were very lucky their parents had promised another surprise. Fran shuddered at the mentation of another surprise and was about to protest when an simulacrum of the elf town square flashed to her mind. She dutifully did as she was asked.

A short while later there was a knock at the door and Fran 's parents came in holding identically wrapped gifts. Fran 's mom came over and hugged her rustle in her ear `` We know youre a bit old for this but please go along with it, for your brother. '' Fran 's Dad handed his gift to Max and proudly stated `` We got you both these gift directly from Santa Claus. ``

Fran felt a sudden chill as the hairs on her arms stood up. She unwrapped the talent nervously, the gay box had writing on the face facing her, it read 'Elf on a shelf. We 'll be watching you'she rotated the box to its figurehead slope and behind the clear plastic was an elf, an elf she recognised, an elf who screamed with joy and shot cum down her throat as Father Christmas fucked her. For a split second she thought she saw the Elf smile and blink of an eye at her, the common sense of disquiet returned to Fran knowing that a piece of this Christmas nightmare would be coming home with them .