PrefaceVixxen (aka Mrs. Claus) and Zuriel (aka Evil Santa) decided to have a little Christmas RP fun. Zuriel built a wintery setting in our scene rezzer for the RP and we thought that it would be fun if he--dressed in black "Santa" attire--could be an evil Santa who had stole the bag of toys from the shop to ruin Christmas, and I could be Mrs. Claus who seeks him out to convince him to give back the toys. Little did Mrs. Claus know just how high the price would be...
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Mrs Claus Saves Christmas
Mrs. Claus shivered from the cold, following the trail of footprints through the forest. It started just outside the doors of Santa's toyshop and they were far larger than any elf footprint she'd ever seen. Santa had been inside all day double checking his naughty and nice list before heading out for the night, so she knew they didn't belong to him. When the head elf of the toy shop came to them, distraught because all the toys had gone missing, she immediately set to work looking for the culprit. Going on instinct after finding the prints, she followed them deep into the woods until she came to a cave lit by a fire. Peeking from around a snow-laden tree, she spied a man in black, looking eerily like Santa, but more like his photo negative. And there, before him, was a sack of toys--the missing toys! Mrs. Claus scowled and crossed her arms, striding to the mouth of the cave to confront the Grinch in black. "Excuse me, sir. I do believe those toys belong to Santa."
Mrs. Claus watched the man drawing the sack towards himself by the fire, a look of concern crossing her features as the bag inched closer and closer to the heated flames. It was a wonder the bag didn't catch fire as close as it was, but it didn't burn...yet. She had no idea just what his intent was, nor why he wanted the toys to begin with, but judging by his comment of her coming to 'rescue the toys,' she assumed that he was up to no good. "Listen, I don't know who you are or what you intend to do--or why for that matter--but the right thing would be for you to turn that bag of toys over to me so I can take them home to Santa before Christmas is over and he can deliver them to the children. What do you say?" Mrs. Claus stepped closer, putting her hand out to him as if indicating that she wanted him to hand the bag over to her so she could be on her way, even putting a smile on to reassure him of her good intent. He was smiling, too, but something about his smile put her ill at ease--like it was dirty or tainted--but she kept hers friendly and gave him a nod as if to say 'go ahead.'
Evil Santa looked down at the offered hand like she just slapped him in the face. Instead of handing the bag over, he plucked it from the snow and held it aloft over the fire. "I'd say step back unless you want to see all the elves' hard work go up in smoke." Making sure she knew that her good cheer and helping hand was not welcome, his eyes stayed locked on hers between drifting down her curves to keep her body in sight. No doubt she felt his hungry eyes nearly undressing her right beside him as he held the bag up high enough not to burn yet, but low enough that, watching it all happen, she could see the bottom of the bag beginning to smoke. "I have a deal for you, then, since you're so intent on saving Christmas..." He pulled the sack away from the fire and plopped it down out of her reach at his side. "Get on the furs or I'll toss it in without a second thought." His smile turned from leering to dangerous, still clutching the strap of the toy bag in his hand while he waited to see if Mrs. Claus was someone to make deals with.
Mrs. Claus' smile disappeared as she watched him holding the bag over the fire, even barking out a quick 'No!' as she started to lunge for it, but the heat was too much and she stepped back, seeing him lower it even more just to show how serious he was in following through on his threat. Mrs. Claus took another step back, her hands held up in front of her, "Ok. Ok..." The way he was looking at her made her feel uncomfortable, like she was standing there nude, and though her outfit was revealing, she was covered everywhere she was supposed to be. Besides, he had no right looking at her like that--she was married to Mr. Claus! As if confirming her thoughts, he made a proposal that made her jaw drop in shock. He wanted her to what?! Her look turned angry and she crossed her arms under her large bosom, "I beg your pardon? I will do no such thing! You will do the right thing on Christmas day and give those toys back right this instant! How dare you suggest that I... That I would... Well, I just... I simply couldn't!" Her deep blue eyes glared at him, her cheeks flushing both from the cold and from her outrage, but also at embarrassment that he would even suggest such a thing.
Evil Santa smirked as she found some more bluster in trying to tell him it was his Christmas duty to return the toys. He had been forgotten for countless years every Christmas, but tonight would be different. He was going to get a gift one way or the other, and right now he saw the present he wanted all wrapped in red with white trim. "I didn't suggest anything, lady. I said get on the furs unless you want me to burn the bag and piss on the ashes." He lifted the sack once more and pulled it back over the blazing fire, watching her blue eyes closely as his arm lowered just a little and some of the red fabric of the sack started turning black in spots, smoldering slightly as he renewed his threat. This time waited for her to move her sassy ass like he told her to, or this was going to be a very short Christmas. "What's it gonna be, blondie? My way or not?" He gave her time, letting her mull it over as the sack started smoking again with seconds ticking by, the sac coming ever closer to catching fire.
Evil Santa smiled as she finally walked to the fur pile in the snow cave. Taking the sack away from the flames, he set it back into the snow with an audible hiss of heat cooling quickly in the snow beneath. He rose to his feet to step between Mrs. Claus and the toy bag, resting his booted heel against the bottom of the sack so she could see that with one kick back, he would spill it right into the fire. Now that he had her attention fully, he snapped his fingers, chewing his bottom lip as he stared back at her. "Turn around. Show off the goods." He grinning wickedly while he waited for her to give him a little preview of his gift. Yeah, he was taking this one. Santa Claus be damned. "I'd say the fat man has it good. Elves to do the work and his Missus to work on him." He stepped close--close enough to slide his hands down her sides before hooking his fingers in the furred hem of her dress. With a pull he exposed her cheeks, just enough to get a peek, with the toy bag well out of reach without having going around him first. "Mmm, Santa is a lucky fucker."
Mrs. Claus let out a sigh of relief when he finally set the bag down and stepped over to join her, but he kept his boot on the bag as though showing her how easily her could just shove it into the fire should she decide to recant her agreement. Mrs. Claus's eyes darted from the dark Santa to the bag and back to him again waiting to see what he would do. She balked at his demands, "Show off..? What?!" When he just stood there waiting, knowing she was only pretending ignorance, she flushed brighter but turned slowly, feeling his leering gaze traveling up and down her body taking in every dip and curve of her form. When she came back around full circle, she lifted her arms outwards and dropped them back down to slap against her hips. "There. Satisfied?" Clearly he was not, because he stepped closer, his hands slipping up along her legs to her dress, lifting it to expose her ass cheeks as he leaned around her for a better view. Mrs. Claus lifted her head, trying to maintain her pride even when being violated, reminding herself that she was doing this for the children of the world and to save Christmas. Still, her bottom lip quivered and her eyes turned liquidy in the flickering fire light.
Evil Santa lifted a brow as he teased her dress, finding her feigned ignorance as to what he wanted for Christmas amusing. "No. I'm not...satisfied." Almost as if to illustrate his words, he reached up and grabbed the front of her fur trimmed dress and yanked it down, exposing her breasts to the cold air, letting the garment fall away. His hand alighted on the top of her red hat and he pushed, buckling Mrs. Claus down to her knees with a victorious smirk etched on his lips. "Now, I know that Mrs. Claus is no stranger...to sucking candy canes..." With a flick of his fingers he unbuckled his belt, letting his black pants fall open to show Mrs. Claus what she was getting into. Her husband, of course, was a fat man, and with a belly like his, most of Santa's dick would be buried. Evil Santa, however, was trim, rippled and standing right before her there on her knees with his 'candy cane' hanging out in plain sight. He licked his lips once and rubbed the head of it right across her cheek. "Go on.. Show me how much you love candy canes."
Mrs. Claus let out a gasping cry, shocked at his actions. She'd known he was going to ask something lewd from her, but she was completely unprepared for his sudden attack to her clothes. Her dress came apart in a rip of fabric, her heavy breasts toppling out with a bounce. Mrs. Claus stumbled back when the clothes were jerked from her ample frame and she made to cover herself, one arm crossing over her breasts--almost uselessly as they were far too large to hide--the other hand dipping down to cover her sex. Though it was cold outside, the snow starting to blow again past the mouth of the cave, it was warm in here with the fire burning brightly, but still she shivered in fear and shame. The dark man stepped in to close the distance again and she would have made to ward him off, but she didn't want to relinquish her modest covering, so she just stood there, staring at him with wide eyes like a frightened reindeer. Those big blue eyes dropped to his hand at the sound of his zipper opening and they opened impossibly wider seeing his thick cock falling free of his black pants. Mrs. Claus's ruby lips parted in a soft gasp of surprise and when she felt his hand on her head, guiding her to the floor, she tore her sight away to look up at him. As if making her perform for him just to get the toys back wasn't bad enough, he flopped his cock over her cheek, taunting her, making her do it on her own volition. Her eyes welled up, the tears shimmering just behind her lashes like shimmering pools and she blinked to hold them back as she opened her mouth and slipped her lips over the head of his cock.
Mrs. Claus had never felt such pain. Santa never treated her this way in all their years together. They had only ever made love, never such degradation. This man was more than a Grinch--he was evil and twisted. So why was she getting wet? Denying it even to herself, the man abusing her mistaking her utterances for arguments, she muttered, "Nononono..." She couldn't be getting aroused. It was impossible! The idea horrified her even more than the abuse he was delivering and she let out a wracking sob, the tears trailing down the same path along her cheeks their predecessors had left behind. Her sobs were laced by cries of outraged pain every time he pinched or pulled or twisted her sore, reddened nipples. Wanting to shut him up, she argued, even using Santa's real name, "Kris doesn't... He never... We only ever..." She was so confused, so flustered, that she couldn't even think of what to say. The only thing she could concentrate on was his fingers tormenting her cherry gumdrop nipples on the tops of her breasts and his North Pole sliding between them.
Mrs. Claus rose in confusion yet again. Why did he keep stopping when all he wanted to do was cum? Her mouth wasn't enough...her breasts weren't enough... What, then, did he..? Her thought broke off as it suddenly dawned on her exactly what it was he wanted. He didn't just want to cum...he wanted to cum violating her in every way he could fathom. "Oh god, no!" Suddenly aware of what his intentions really were, she shoved at him, trying to push him away, but his strong arm clenched against her back, his left hand holding her neck, and his right hand slammed between her thighs, forcing two fingers between her glistening, dripping folds drawing a cry of anguish from her lips. "Nooooo pleeeeease!" Mrs. Claus' head fell back, his arm the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the ground, "Stop. Please, no!" All the toys in the world weren't worth this humiliation. The winds howling outside the cave did nothing to drown her cries. They even seemed to cry along with her, their mournful sound like a backdrop to the tears that now streamed down her cheeks. Despite all her begging and crying, her cunt sloshed wetly around his fingers, disproving that she wanted him to stop. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear she was loving every fucking minute of this. Still, she beat her fists against his arm and chest. "Stop! Please! You can...you can keep the toys... Just please...please let me go!" Mrs. Claus sobbed again, a pathetic, mewling cry, but even as she did her hips started rocking, stirred by the savage pumping of his fingers into her tingling pussy.