A Christmas Gobbling - Sex Stories

A Christmas Gobbling

... from santas knee.

"But Fran this is Father Christmas, i want to stay" complained Max his voice shaking on the verge of tears.

Fran looked at Max in the eye with spite and contempt, "This isnt Father Christmas 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 heart breaking as this revelation was revealed, now in tears he stammerred "Well, well who's this then?" pointing at santa. "Him? He's just some fat old cunt they probably pulled from the unemployment line, lets 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 tracks, staring at the exit. the snow falling outside had also frozen, in mid-air. She turned slowly with a feeling of unease in her stomach. She looked at Max who appeared to be frozen in time too, his tears 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 Mary Williams, and you have been on my naughty list for some time, but what you just did to your brother goes beyond any list. It was pure evil and must be punished"

A small doorway opened that Fran could have sworn wasn't there before. Through it came a group of small creatures, the tallest no more than 2 feet high. They had green skin, pointed ears, no hair and wore only ...

... an open green wastecoat and tan shorts. All eyes fixed on Fran.

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

The first thing Fran became aware of was the cold, the type of cold that caused skin to prickle. Her arms and legs ached uncomfortablly, she tried to move but couldn't. Fran opened her eyes in a hazy, blurred panic, squirming and wriggling while trying to make sense of the situation, her eyes saw only white. She could tell she was lying on her front, her body supported by a rough surface up to her shoulders, her head seemingly daggling in mid air. She could feel her arms were secured at the wrists and just above the elbow, bound by something rough, possibly rope, her legs folded back with her ankles tied to her thighs with the same material.

'Her thighs...' Fran thought as a new wave of panic swept over her as she noticed the icy prickles on her inner thighs alerting her to the fact that they were not only exposed but her legs were spread, in a moment ...