A noblewoman's wish and Santa's toys

On the night of December 24th, Christmas Eve,
while commoners revelled, a noblewoman sat alone on her luxurious bed, waiting for the stranger who had once silently helped her without asking for anything in return.
Ironically, they had never actually met, yet he was now her only hope, the only person she could think of who might offer help.
She didn't even know his name, but he had a universally known title—Santa Claus.
When she was a girl, every Christmas Eve, she would secretly peek from her bed. Santa Claus would always emerge from the fireplace with a "bang," find a note in the stocking she had prepared, and then, according to the wish on the note, take the corresponding gift from his sack and place it in the stocking before quietly disappearing back into the fireplace.
But since her first menstruation, when she realized she was an adult and capable of having children, Santa Claus had never appeared again. This made her deeply regretful that as a child she had never thanked Santa Claus in person, fearing he would take away the gifts of naughty children.
But this night was different. The girl absolutely had to meet Santa Claus, because her current wish wasn't for a gift, even though she knew in her heart that Santa Claus would never appear before her now that she was a girl…
"Bang!"
A heavy thud interrupted the girl's thoughts.
"Santa Claus!" Almost instinctively, the girl ran to the fireplace, startling Santa Claus who had just emerged.
"Huh? Not a child?" Santa Claus sized up the girl, thinking to himself, "It's rare to see someone who isn't a child emitting such strong longing."
"Santa Claus, save me!" The girl clutched Santa Claus's clothes tightly; she had to seize this opportunity, her last chance.
Although puzzled, Santa Claus chuckled habitually and said, "As long as it's not too outrageous, I'm happy to help well-behaved children."
"Take me away," the girl said, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm getting married soon. My parents died in the war, and the other elders in my family want me to marry immediately, even though I'm not of marriageable age yet. And the man is terrifying. I heard he loves to torture women, and he wants me because he killed his previous wife. Apparently, many have already died, and I heard their bodies were all mutilated beyond recognition. I'm so scared, please help me."
Although her words were incoherent, Santa Claus still grasped the key point: A noblewoman was to be married off to a sadist in a political marriage.
“But I can’t just take someone away.”
“Please take me with you, I can give you everything I have.”
“Including my body?”
“My body?” The girl fell silent, thinking that even Santa Claus had male desires, but she still made up her mind and said, “Yes! I’m willing to be your wife… or mistress… or even just a plaything…”
“Don’t misunderstand, I don’t have enough energy to take someone away. At your age, to replenish my energy, I need to stimulate your body. Although it won’t cause harm, your body might not be able to change back after being altered… Are you willing?”
“I don’t want to stay in this place anymore, just take me away, I’m willing to do anything…”
“As you wish.”
Santa Claus gently picked up the girl and put her back on the bed, saying, “Relax your body, just listen to me from now on.”
Although the girl didn’t understand, she still did as she was told, sitting quietly on the bed.
Santa Claus began to gently stroke the girl’s body, starting from her cheeks, down to her neck, and then slowly moving down. When he touched the girl’s breasts through her clothes, her body trembled and stiffened, but Santa Claus continued to gently massage them.
The girl's body slowly began to relax, a blush creeping onto her face.
Through her clothes, he could feel her nipples hardening. Santa Claus left one hand to gently caress her slightly rounded breasts, while his other hand moved downwards, stroking her navel and lower abdomen, eventually reaching her inner thigh amidst her soft panting.
As her clothes were removed, the girl's body grew increasingly hot, a mixture of shame, tension, pleasure, and a touch of confusion washing over her—a complex blend of feelings, neither pleasant nor unpleasant.
Santa Claus's hand finally touched her skin directly. From the sensation, he knew she had reached the state he desired.
His warm hand withdrew, and the girl looked at Santa Claus with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
Santa Claus pulled a large sack from the fireplace and, as the girl had seen before, rummaged through it, finding several strange items.
Santa Claus placed two rings, slightly smaller than rings, on the girl's nipples. The girl couldn't help but think to herself, "So besides toys for children, the sack also contains these obscene things..."
The rings gripped the girl's erect nipples tightly, and a slight vibration suddenly emanated from them as she wondered. The girl shuddered and gasped again.
Santa Claus gently stroked the girl's body again, the rings providing her with unprecedented sensations.
The girl's gasps and the vibrations of the rings gradually intensified, almost turning into moans, before she realized the importance of modesty and quickly covered her mouth.
However, the sudden hot, tingling, strange stimulation from the rings still caused the girl
to involuntarily moan.
Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, saliva involuntarily spilled out, her teary, hazy eyes and warm, flushed, aroused body all showed that the girl was deeply mired in the mire of lust.
Santa Claus observed for a while, then began to attack the girl's hidden, private area between her legs.
Amidst the girl's cries, her trembling thighs were manipulated into a wide-open, lewd position. Her wet, tender lips were gently parted, and the skin protecting her sensitive clitoris was carefully peeled away. Santa Claus placed a smaller ring-shaped object over her clitoris.
"No! No! It's going to break...it's going to break!" The vibration of her clitoris instantly triggered an uncontrollable climax in the girl.
"Stop...stop...it's going to break...I'll die...I'll die...stop...please..." The
pent-up lust and the intensifying vibrations of the three ring-shaped objects propelled the girl towards an even stronger
peak of climax.
"I'm dying...I'm going to die! Ahhh!" Her waist arched violently, tears and saliva flying with her screams. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets, and two powerful jets of fluid gushed from between her convulsing legs, the clear and slightly yellowish fluid indicating that the girl was experiencing a deep orgasm of incontinence.
The intense climax lasted for a while, then the girl's eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Santa Claus measured the energy level, then picked up the slightly feverish and panting girl, dragged his large sack into the fireplace, and disappeared.
A cool breeze startled the girl awake. She opened her eyes to find stars twinkling overhead and clouds all around her…
clouds?
It turned out the girl was already on the legendary flying reindeer sleigh, pulled by four reindeer as they sped through the air.
The girl looked down and could still vaguely see the fortress where she had grown up. Although she was reluctant to leave this place, the thought of the people living there now, the elders who feared her status as the rightful heir and plotted how to use her body to their advantage, made her realize that staying here would only bring endless misfortune.
She turned her gaze back to the reindeer sleigh, where Santa Claus was also watching her. It seemed the sleigh didn't need a driver, and the naked girl felt only coolness, not the strong winds it should have. This sleigh was indeed magical.
"I've taken you away. So where do you want to go?" Santa Claus, his kind smile returning, broke the silence.
"May I come with you?" The girl knew that as a noblewoman, she had no way to make a living among the common people, and the perverted nobleman who coveted her wouldn't let her escape. The world was vast, but there was no place for her.
"Follow me?" Santa Claus's smile faded. He pondered for a moment, then said, "Everyone agrees, but there are conditions."
"Everyone?"
"Yes, I'm not the only Santa Claus."
"So what are the conditions?"
"Become a human battery."
"What's that?"
"Provide us with energy."
"Like... just now?" The girl's breathing involuntarily quickened.
"Almost, but the base needs more energy."
"..." The girl recalled the scene from before. Although shy, she wanted to try again. Her nipples and clitoris hardened again with her thoughts. Only then did the girl realize that the three ring-shaped objects were still on her sensitive spots.
"I'm willing."
"As you wish."
"Then... can I put my clothes back on?"
"No, the energy we collected earlier isn't enough to take you back to the base, so you need to continue what you were doing."
"Huh? Ah! Ugh..." The three ring-shaped objects activated again, and the girl's body, even more sensitive after her orgasm, immediately returned to the state.
Santa Claus took out some more things from the large bag beside him. Although the girl didn't know what those things were or how to use them, she knew they were things that would make her feel good, and she secretly looked forward to it.
The girl, having tasted forbidden fruit for the first time, was already succumbing to lust.
Santa Claus had already gathered preliminary information about the girl's body and a small amount of her mental
state while she was still unconscious, so he chose a more suitable method of seduction, albeit a somewhat crude one.
A collar was placed around the girl's neck, and Santa Claus locked her hands behind her back to a pair of leather handcuffs hanging from the collar. Then, a long stick with leather handcuffs attached was used to secure her legs from behind. A large handcuff attached to the center of the stick was fastened to her slender waist, and the handcuffs at both ends of the stick were fastened to her thighs near her knees.
After a moment of slight surprise, the girl found herself unable to move, forced into an incredibly shameful
position with her chest thrust forward and legs wide open.
The stimulation of the three sensitive spots gradually intensified again, and the shameful posture fueled the girl's lust. The girl mumbled, "No...this position is strange...my body feels strange too..."
Santa Claus smiled kindly again, but the girl felt a strange sense of "doing lewd things in front of an elder." However, the greater shame triggered even greater pleasure. The girl's body writhed more violently, her moans louder, creating an even more lewd scene. Then the girl felt even more ashamed, forming a "virtuous" cycle.
Santa Claus was somewhat puzzled by the girl's sudden agitation, but this reaction was beneficial for absorbing energy, so he continued with the next step.
Santa Claus picked up a long stick made of crookedly connected small round balls and gently touched it to the girl's anus.
"Ahhh! No...there...not...no! Ah!" Unexpectedly, the girl immediately climaxed again.
Although Santa Claus was surprised by the girl's sensitivity, his work did not stop. The exceptionally smooth round stick gradually slid into the girl's body.
“No…over there…you’ve got it wrong…it’s dirty…”
“No, this is the most sensitive part of your body.”
“No…saying that…it’s too shameful…” Upon hearing this, the girl, still climaxing, could only think, “So I’m a perverted girl who feels good even when my butt is being played with,” and felt even more ashamed, triggering another deep climax of squirting and incontinence.
“Don’t look…at me like this…please…spare me…” The experienced girl didn’t faint again, but urinating in front of people while fully conscious only aroused her taut nerves.
Santa Claus knew the girl had reached her limit, so he stopped the vibration of the three ring-shaped objects and the insertion of his hand.
The girl’s climax continued for a while in shame before subsiding, but what followed was the renewed vibration of the three ring-shaped objects and the continued penetration of the round rod.
“No…bad…I’ll die…stop…please…” Her body, even more sensitive after the climax, was stimulated again, and the girl’s confused mind could no longer organize clear words.
Santa Claus remained unmoved by the girl's pleas. He needed to return to his base before dawn to prepare for receiving the powerful energy of longing that would arise when the children woke up and found their presents the next day. Therefore, the girl needed to immediately provide the energy for the reindeer sleigh to carry one more person.
The round rod was completely inserted into the girl's body, penetrating deep into her rectum and reaching the corner of her colon. The strange feeling of fullness pushed the girl to the brink of orgasm again.
"It's bad...stop...it's bad...I'm going to...die..." The stimulation from all sides, coupled with the erosion of shame and the oppressive feeling of restraint, made the girl think she was about to die in the extreme pleasure.
Of course, Santa Claus knew that the girl wouldn't die from this, so he activated most of the functions of the ring-shaped object and the round rod without hesitation.
The ring-shaped object emitted that hot, tingling sensation again, and the round rod emitted the same sensation, and these warm currents kept moving between the sensitive areas. The round rod also vibrated like three ring-shaped objects, and instead of gradually increasing in intensity, it vibrated as strongly as the ring-shaped objects were now. The connections between the spheres on the spherical rod began to rotate rapidly, causing the entire rod to violently swing, twist, and twitch back and forth inside the girl's rectum.
The girl's eyes widened to their limit, her pupils contracting to a single point; her mouth opened wide but no sound came out, only saliva uncontrollably spilling from the corners of her mouth, mingling with tears and wetting her contorted face. Her uncontrolled body convulsed and twisted violently.
Two previous instances of incontinence had emptied her bladder, but this time the amount of fluid from the ejaculation was greater than the previous two combined, forming a large puddle on the reindeer sleigh.
The silent, extreme climax lasted for a long time before gradually subsiding, and the girl fainted again. Santa Claus then stopped the devices on the girl and quietly waited for the fully powered flying reindeer sleigh to take them back to base.
The girl awoke again, feeling a mixture of joy and unease upon seeing her surroundings. She was happy that she wasn't lying in her familiar bed, meaning she had indeed encountered Santa Claus and successfully escaped the tragic fate of being tortured to death by a perverted nobleman. Uneasy, however, was that she was completely unaware of her current situation, and recalling the treatment she had received before fainting, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it abuse… though she also somewhat longed to be treated the same way again…
The surroundings were a bright, large room. The girl found herself lying on a strange chair in a very shameful position.
Her hands were handcuffed to the high back of the chair. Where the armrests should have been, there were horizontal grooves on either side of the chair, and the girl's legs were fixed there, forcing them wide open to their limit. The back of the chair was slightly arched, forcing the girl's body to arch forward.
In other words, the girl was once again forced into an incredibly shameful posture with her chest out and legs wide open.
"Welcome to the base," Santa Claus's voice sounded beside her.
Santa Claus walked up to the girl, his face still bearing his usual kind smile.
The girl, realizing her naked body was once again exposed to Santa Claus without reservation, couldn't help but shyly turn her face away.
"Why are you handcuffing me?" Although Santa Claus seemed to mean no harm, being handcuffed was never a good thing.
"Because your mental and physical data show that you concentrate more on pleasure when restrained and oppressed
, which helps you provide us with energy." The clever girl was already somewhat used to Santa Claus's way of speaking; this sentence automatically translated in her mind as "You'll feel more comfortable being handcuffed and played with," making her already red face turn even redder. Even more shameful was the feeling that her crotch was starting to get wet with the shame.
"Looks like we can start the work of providing energy. Is that right?" Santa Claus had clearly noticed from between the girl's wide-open legs that she was ready.
"Yes, it's ready..." The girl's mind was almost completely filled with shame; she could only answer vaguely.
"Then let's begin." But Santa Claus didn't move; instead, the strange chair the girl was lying in started to move.
Strange tools emerged from various parts of the chair, and her erect nipples were once again subjected to focused "attacks." A pair of small, pincer-like objects gently bit into her nipples, causing the girl to gasp.
"These are tools we made based on your data. They can stimulate your desires to the maximum extent while ensuring no damage to your body, thus providing us with energy." The girl listened to
the explanation of being a "human battery" while feeling the gentle caress on her chest.
Meanwhile, another, even smaller pincer began to attack the girl's private parts. Her still tightly closed lips and the skin covering her sensitive clitoris were pulled apart by the tool, and the sensitive clitoris was once again exposed to the outside air, diverting some of the girl's attention to her lower body. The clitoris was quickly bitten by the small pincer.
"Because our current understanding of your body is still very superficial, these tools are only temporary. As we further explore your body, the tools will be gradually improved."
"Mmm...like this...ah...it feels so good...mmm..." Although the girl was still listening, with her nipples and clitoris being manipulated, her thoughts couldn't keep up at all.
As the girl's sensations intensified, the three small pincers began to gently squeeze, pull, twist, and vibrate her three sensitive spots, gradually increasing the intensity.
"You have the right to know your own condition." Suddenly, several mirrors appeared out of thin air not far in front of the girl, floating in mid-air. These mirrors didn't directly reflect the scene before her but rather reflected her image from various angles. Some mirrors acted like magnifying glasses, clearly showing her most sensitive areas.
"Like this...it's so embarrassing...ahhh..." The novel visual stimulation brought the girl to a small climax.
"Oh? We'll continue to observe your condition." Clearly, this change was unexpected by Santa Claus.
"Hmm...observe? Like...ah...these mirrors...like that? And...you...do you mean...many people?" The girl, her rationality almost overwhelmed by shame and pleasure, asked her final question.
"That's right, exactly. And we have 263 people responsible for studying you now."
"More than 200 people... looking... um... like this... shameful... ah... me...? No... it's coming again... ahhh... don't look... it's coming again... ah! ahhh!" Under the
intense stimulation of her nipples and clitoris, and the shame of knowing that her worst state was exposed to more than 200 people
, the girl reached her climax once more.
While she was still in climax, small discs were applied to her arms, shoulders, armpits, chest, abdomen, and thighs. Then, the familiar hot and tingling sensation was released again from these discs and three small pincers. Something the girl didn't recognize—electric current—circulated throughout her body. The girl felt as if her entire body had become a sensitive organ, and the stimulation to these already sensitive areas was beyond her comprehension.
"No! No... It's ruined... I'm dying... Ahhh... Don't look... Ahhhhhh!" The image of a girl squirting a large amount of fluid from her groin was clearly reflected in the mirror in front of her. The continuous excessive physical and mental stimulation plunged her into the abyss of lust.
Tears and saliva flew from her contorted face. The girl could tell from her own lewd appearance in the mirror that she was experiencing unprecedented ecstasy, but her mind, churning with pleasure signals, could hardly receive visual signals.
Santa Claus left during the girl's continued extreme orgasm, and the girl's orgasm was obviously going to last for quite a while, because up to now, the "attack" on the girl had only been limited to her nipples and clitoris, while the chair was just about to attack the girl's most sensitive spot, as Santa Claus had determined to be her anus.
"Ah! Over there...no...ah...umm...no...ahhh! Um...don't look...
don't look over there...ahhh!" A thick metal rod emerged from the chair, its movements as fluid as a supple creature. Yet, its lack of deformation as it entered the girl's tightly closed anus clearly indicated it was indeed a hard metal rod.
"Ahhh! No...it's too deep...umm...don't go in any further...ah! Huh? No!
You can't pull it...ahhhhhh!" The metal rod was actually composed of many short metal segments, allowing it to bend and penetrate even further into the anus, giving the girl an unprecedented sensation.
When the metal rod was pulled out, the small, sharp edges on its surface provided the girl with an unbelievable
stimulation.
"Ah...umm...ah! Umm...ahhhhh! Ugh? Ugh..." After an unknown amount of time, the girl's echoing cries were suddenly interrupted as a tube-like object was shoved into her mouth.
The floating mirror shows the lewd fluids gushing from the girl's body flowing into a hole under the chair
. The image in the small mirror next to her tells the girl that the disgusting fluids are stored under the chair and are now flowing into the tube stuffed in her mouth.
"Ugh...ugh..." The girl weakly shook her head, but the liquid still flowed from the tube into her mouth.
The chair's design was simply to prevent water waste, and since the liquid was proven harmless, the chair returned the liquid flowing from the girl's body intact.
"Ugh..." Sensing the strange taste in her mouth, the girl's weak body jumped from the peak of pleasure to an even higher level, but this was barely noticeable from her trembling body.
"Ugh?" The taste of the liquid in her mouth had changed, but this didn't attract the girl's attention. While the chair was infusing her with nutrients, it began cleaning.
"Ugh! Ugh..." Soft, rapidly spinning balls of fur rubbed against the girl's body. Perhaps due to the nutrient solution, every inch of her skin was stimulated, and the girl began to writhe violently again. If her mouth hadn't been gagged, she would definitely be screaming.
The girl's writhing had no effect on the chair. Her limbs, tightly bound, forced her helplessly to endure the excessive stimulation. Even her normally agile hands and feet became passive sensory organs, sending a continuous stream of pleasure signals to her head.
"Ugh! Ugh... Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!" The cleaning of the girl's surface continued, while the internal cleaning began.
The metal rod deep inside her intestines shifted, separating into sections that revealed rotating hairballs for cleaning. Starting from the pylorus below her stomach, it thoroughly cleaned the entire intestinal tract.
"Ugh ugh ugh! Ugh ugh ugh ugh!" The excessive stimulation mixed with extreme pleasure caused the girl's body to arch stiffly. Strange sensations in her stomach eroded her nerves, completely disrupting her thoughts. Her entire consciousness became a tool for experiencing pleasure.
"Ugh? Ugh ugh..." Intestinal cleaning differed from surface cleaning. Besides wiping away dirt, it also involved removing it from the intestines. Therefore, the metal rod began injecting warm water into the girl's body, giving her the strange pleasure of an enema.
The continuously flowing warm water caused the girl's lower abdomen to gradually swell, but the metal rod, which was relentlessly thrusting into her anus, did not stop its anal rape. Finally, the intestines, swollen to their limit, squeezed the warm water out of the equally expanded anus, causing the anus, which was tightly gripping the metal rod, to swell even further. The girl, who was already
experiencing anal rape-like pleasure, combined with the real sensation of excretion, caused her stiff body to tremble again
.
"Ugh!" Of course, the mechanical chair did not ignore the girl's other excretory organ. A small metal rod, similar in size to the one thrusting into her anus but much thinner, unexpectedly pierced the girl's urethra. The sensation of wiping her urethra, which most humans could not experience, made the girl think she was going crazy. As the small metal rod penetrated deeper into the bladder, a cluster of rotating hairballs emerged and began wiping the inside of the bladder. Simultaneously, warm water was injected, similar to the process used on the intestines. The swollen bladder then forced the warm water out of the blocked urethra, transforming the girl's almost unbearable dual pleasure of excretion into a quadruple pleasure.
"Ugh? Ugh... Ahh... Stop... Please... Stop... Ahh..." The force-feeding and cleaning ended simultaneously. To avoid interfering with the girl's nutrient absorption, the metal rod in the intestines retracted to the back of the intestines, continuing to stimulate the girl's pleasure. However, the cleaning on the urethra continued, now incorporating thrusting, twisting, and vibrating movements.
"Ahhh! Hmm... Ahhh..." The cleaning of the body surface also continued, mostly focusing on the more sensitive areas.
Judging from the girl's earlier performance, this "cleaning" action also brought her intense pleasure, ignited strong desires, and provided a large amount of energy for the base. Therefore, this cleaning action became one of the chair's regular functions.
The girl gradually adapted to the relentless waves of pleasure day and night. Her dazed mind, during the continuous orgasms, could at least maintain a degree of cognitive function, after all, the mechanical chair's purpose was only to provide pleasure, not to destroy her intelligence.
However, after experiencing these extraordinary, extreme pleasures, the girl was hopelessly trapped within them.
Even in her limited moments of thought, she would only feel the pleasure of her nipples and clitoris being ravaged while anticipating
the next bowel cleansing session, or feel the electric currents coursing through her body while imagining herself,
still a virgin, thrusting her breasts and spreading her legs in front of over two hundred people, accepting all sorts of humiliation, shamelessly
moaning and groaning, then letting shame carry her back to an endless paradise of orgasms.
Until much later, the girl no longer knew how much time had passed, Santa Claus reappeared.
Santa Claus carried another girl into the room, and then another chair appeared on the floor, with another girl bound to it just like the first.
Another girl awoke, and their eyes met. A mixture of confusion, surprise, and curiosity in her gaze made the girl realize her shameful state once more, plunging her back into the abyss of pleasure.
When she regained consciousness, she saw another girl "enjoying" the cleaning process. The other girl's lewd, trembling movements and rolling eyes immediately plunged the girl back into the abyss of pleasure.
Then, one girl after another was led into the room. They didn't communicate; they only needed to indulge in pleasure, providing the base with an inexhaustible source of energy.
From then on, there was no Santa Claus on Earth, but rumors of alien abductions arose.

[The End]

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