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A Christmas Tale
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(A.k.a. "Christine's Ordeal")
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Christine cried into the gag in her mouth. Chained to an X-
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frame in front of the little log cabin, her nude body had become
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numb in the freezing polar wind sweeping across the barren
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landscape. And her bare feet, buried deeply in the thick snow, had
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almost lost all senses. Old Santa Claus had been flogging her
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without a break for the past thirty or forty minutes, but it was
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only the last few blows, concentrated on her lower belly and her
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sex, that had brought her into tears.
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The heavy cat-o'-nine-tails in Santa's hand suddenly dropped
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into the snow. Wiping his forehead with a sleeve of his trade-mark
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red coat, the old man bent over and panted heavily. "God damn it,
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Christine," he cursed loudly. "You really worked me out tonight. I
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haven't had so much exercise for years!"
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He staggered to Christine and removed the gag from her mouth.
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"What do you say now?" he asked, puffing clouds of haze into the
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girl's face. "Do you work for me or not?"
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Christine cleared her throat to speak, but was caught in a fit
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of violent coughs. For a time they simply stared at each other,
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both trying to catch their breath. The little bells clamped on
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Christine's nipples jingled softly.
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"Look, Santa," she finally managed to say, "I know, I know you
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have, you have the power. You can turn me into a reindeer if you
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want, no matter what I say. So what difference does it make?"
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"It's not like that," Santa sighed. "My power is limited by
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the rule of consensus -- I can't turn you into anything if you
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don't ask me to."
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"Then why me?" Christine pleaded tearfully. "Why do you have
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to go through all this trouble on me? There are lots of girls out
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there who WANT to work for you, I'm sure."
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"Because you have been a very bad girl this year, Christine.
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Look at your record: you had sex with eleven different guys and six
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girls, cheated on ten midterms and finals, flunked three classes
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out of eight, and tried to seduce five TAs, including a female, and
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two professors. You need to do some serious penance, Christine.
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It's for your own good."
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"I may not be a perfect daddy's-girl, but I'm a human being,
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Santa, not a draught animal. God, I'm not a reindeer, and I don't
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want to be your stupid reindeer."
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In a fury, Santa Clause picked up the whip and raised his arm
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again. But just at this moment, a window opened in the cabin, and
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Mrs. Santa's grey head appeared in the dim candle light.
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"Nick!" she yelling into the strong wind, "the sleigh is
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already loaded. What are you waiting for?"
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"Can't you see, Olga?" Santa put his hands on his hips and
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yelled back. "I'm trying to persuade this girl to join the team."
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"My gosh, Nick! Christmas is barely two nights away, and you
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have fifteen more trips to make. And here you are, wasting time
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beating up this girl!"
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"But I need this girl to replace the one that collapsed on the
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way back from Alabama," Santa pointed at the motionless form of
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another naked girl, hanging head-down from a corner of the cabin.
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"I can't go anywhere with only seven reindeer, can I?"
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"All right. You want to mess with it, you go ahead. But if you
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miss any of those kids, the curse will be yours only." Olga slammed
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the window shut.
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"The curse will be yours, Christine," Santa roared to the girl
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on the cross. "If any of the kids doesn't get a gift from me this
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year, it's all your fault."
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"Bullshit, you old fart!" Christine screamed. "I didn't chain
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YOU up on this god-damn cross!"
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The whip rained down on Christine's unprotected breasts and
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stomach. But hardly fifteen or twenty lashes later, the window was
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thrown open again, and Granny Olga banged on the outside of the log
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wall with the handle of a broom.
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"It's almost mid-night!" she shouted, pointing to an old
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clock. "You'd better get going, RIGHT NOW!"
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"OK, OK, I'm leaving! I'm leaving right now!"
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Santa opened the shackles on Christine's ankles and wrists.
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She tried to stand on her own, but collapsed into Santa's arms.
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Carrying the naked girl on his broad shoulder, Santa Claus
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walked to the back of the cabin, where his beautiful red sleigh
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with golden trims, loaded with sacks of gifts, sat bathed in
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silvery moonlight.
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He dumped the girl's stiff body on the ground. Christine
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moaned aloud when her lacerated breasts and belly landed on the
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frozen surface of the snow. Then she felt ice-cold manacles being
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fastened around her ankles. She tried to put up a fight, only to
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find her ankles already locked securely to the front corners of the
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sleigh.
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Santa grabbed her wrists and chained them to the ends of a
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thick wooden bar. Feeling too weak to interfere, Christine lied
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still on her stomach, and buried her face in the snow.
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A rush of footsteps approached Christine, mixed with small
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jingles of metal and hushed moans of other young women. She lifted
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her face, and was confronted with the white silhouettes of seven
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other nude girls against the dark background of the night sky. Each
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of them was chained to the next by the neck, and each had two small
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bells clamped to her nipples.
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"Hurry, girls," Granny Olga waved a long cane in her hand,
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"hurry up! We're running late! Now get on your kneels! Quick!"
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Obediently, the girls dropped on all fours and lined up in
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front of the sleigh, while Santa and Olga replaced their iron
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collars with leather harnesses. Humming a merry tune to himself,
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Santa then tied the harnesses to the wooden bar that Christine's
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arms were chained to.
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"Time to change your shapes, girls," Santa announced.
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"Ready -- one, two, THREE!"
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His whip cracked loudly across Christine's shoulders at the
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count of three. Caught in surprise by the sudden attack of pain,
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Christine threw back her head and drew a mouthful of cold air, just
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in time to see the kneeling forms of the harnessed girls disappear
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in a blink of the eyes. Standing in their places were seven brown-
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haired reindeer with magnificent long horns.
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Picking up an extra set of harness, Santa walked to the
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sleigh. "When you change your mind, Christine," he stepped a foot
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on the girl's back, "just let me know."
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He climbed into the sleigh, and cracked the whip in the air.
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Christine and all the girl-turned-reindeer trembled at the sound.
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"What's on the schedule this time, old girl?" Santa had fully
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recovered his good spirit.
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"Tennessee, Kentucky and West Virginia," Olga read from her
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greasy little notebook.
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"Good. It's a good hour's journey before we hit Memphis,"
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Santa smiled under his long, snow-white beard. "Enough time for the
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tough girl to change her mind."
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The whip landed squarely along Christine's spine.
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"Heeee-aah! Let's go, girls! Ho ho ho!"
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