Christmas joke
by Querthe
 

- Tell me another time. This is the right place and the right time? - sighed U-69 looking on the infrared binocular.
- Mmmghttt. Nnnngttt, mmmm! - answered Rossana, pointing with her nose the message printed.
All started a couple of days before, when a coded message arrived on the mail of the mansion owner. It was a request for a mission on the Pole, the North Pole, to find and capture some of the Countess slaves that had constructed a secret headquarter for some evil and strange plan. Immediately U-69 asked for her luggage, but both Gwen and her maids, Fifì, Rossana and Rebecca were decided to help her, due to the fact that K-15 was occupied on another mission. U-69 was inflexible, but the puppy eyes of her lover and the massage her maids did on her during the bath before the leaving were more inflexible than her will. So at the moment the five girls were near the North Pole, searching for some building in an ice and snow hell. All of them were dressed accordingly for the weather, with thick black rubber catsuits as underwear, a heavy outer catsuit in white plastic inflated with hot air to maintain the temperature at bearable degrees, complete with hood and gloves.
- Ok, ok, the coordinates are correct, but I can’t see a thing… - she mumbled, her voice in some way muffled by the sky mask covering her lower face as sky goggles were protecting her eyes.
- Mmmghtt? Nggghh…
- Maybe, Fifì. Effectively could be they are underground. Easier to hide and more warm. This is for sure… - she smiled under her mask, as she did her maid, or at least as she wanted to do, but the big two inches red latex ball gag strapped on her lips, the transparent tape over it to avoid drooling and the rigid mask covering her face and head, as her other two colleagues, were stealing her muscles movements.
Ross and Reby clapped her thumbless mittened hands to show to their friend they were proud of her, and also Gwen show it her appreciation, kissing her right cheek with her white PVC tape sealed lips, her hands useless, trapped in a thick and rigid for the cold white rubber monoglove, tightly strapped over her arms, letting her elbows touching perfectly.
- Glllghtt, nnnghtt… - gurgled Rebecca.
- Yes. X-ray. Just a second, the time to find the switch on this binocular… Yes we are… - she said smiling, then she looked again on the same direction, and smiled as a shark before the attack. - There is a big installation under the surface of the snow. I can see that it’s also occupied by a lot of people.
- Heeenngttt?
- Way to go in, Gwen? I can see a sort of door near here, following a tunnel that will arrive directly inside the building… Ten meters on the right, then twenty on the front.
They moved slowly, the snow and the ballet boots of the maids not helping them, then they arrived to the entrance. They found a big manhole in polished wood, old and not locked.
- A trap?
The tree maids lifted their shoulders and pushed her aside, then they padded their chest.
- No. I can’t leave that you risk for me.
Fifì stopped her grabbing her arms, while Rossana and Reby lifted the trap door. A warm and sweet air hit them. It was something similar to the atmosphere that can be found on a bakery during Christmas, with cookies and torrone.
- You silly and stupid… and lovely girls. - U-69 said. - I will punish you, when we will return at home. A lot of gag and a lot of restraints and tight rubber dresses. But now, let’s enter. I will be the first, then Rossana, Gwen, Fifì and Rebecca.
The group entered on the big tunnel, enough to let a train move inside it. The air was warm, as the light, similar to candles but arriving from nowhere.
- Ghntthhh, nnnghttt… - mumbled Gwen, starting to sweat heavily under her two catsuits and the tape mask that was stealing her face movements.
- Yes, it’s really strange, but form the Countess you can expect everything. Now be quiet, or I will have to gag you with something more than what you have already on… - she said.
They walked for some time, until they arrived on a big room where a sleigh was waiting. It was red and white, made in carved wood and leather, big enough to transport two or three persons or a lot of baggage. The reins were wonderful with small golden bells all over the surface, and built for accommodate four or six horses.
- It seems the sleigh of Santa Claus… - mumbled the woman, deflating the outer catsuit and helping also her mates to do the same. They discarded them on a corner. - Yes, it seems really his one.
- Because it is! - said a quick voice, similar to the one of a little boy. A elf, with pointed ears, the conical green hat and the typical uniform in green and white was looking at them smiling. - And you are intruders.
- No wait! - shouted U-69. - We are here to save you.
- Save?
- Yes. We know that the Countess is here and want to do something wrong. I don’t know what she want to do, but she is bad. If now she use also children…
- Child? Do you think I’m a child? I’m two thousand years old! - he shouted quite angry. - And you are intruders. Let’s see what the boss will say and will do with you.
He whistled and immediately from a door near him other elfs arrived, each one with a small roll of ribbon in his hand. Every elf a different color.
- Start! - said the first creature.
Before the girls could react, the mass of small men jumped over them, unwrapping the stretchy plastic wrap over their legs, their arms and their torso. Gwen was the first to be subdued, only her legs free to kick the attackers, but only for some second. The elfs were quick and really strong, and in a minute she was on the floor, her body reduced to a mummified form in green, red and gold, her arms crushed on her back, still in the armbinder. She started to cry, but one of the elf arrived near her, and removed her goggles.
- Please, don’t cry. We want you happy…
- Mmmghttt…
- Let see if this could help…- he said, snapping his fingers. Immediately something filled her holes, starting to vibrate and move slowly but sensually
- Mmmghttt! - she mumbled with puppy eyes.
- I was sure than two candied dildoes would help your mood… - he smiled, turning and jumping on Rossana shoulders, while she was fighting bravely against ten or more of his companions.
- What the hell was happening… - shouted U-69 seeing that her skilled maids and also herself was having a lot of trouble to fight the elves. One of them grabbed her right arm and started to wrap it up with an amazing speed, and before she could react he arrived to her shoulder and up, to her neck with a red ribbon. - What you think you can do? I can’t be subdooohhh! Mmghttt! Mmmmhttthhhh…
In a couple of minute all the girls were on the floor, wriggling inside their plastic ribbon cocoons, only their faces free form the tight material, their crotch amused by strange and sweet dildoes slurping magically on them.
- Good. Now that the intruders are ok, we have to talk with the boss. Come on, lift them and move them on his study.

- So you are the intruders that tried to arrive here using the sleigh passage? - asked a big and old man, dressed in a red costume with white furry at the wrists and at the waist. His long white beards and his sweet eyes were not masking the mood of him.
- Mmmghttt! Nnghtttt!
- Reby, he can’t understand you… - said U-69, her mouth freed some second before.
- Oh, U-69, I can understand every person, and every language, also the one of a girl gagged and rubberised as this wonderful redhaired girl.
- How you know my name? - she asked scared.
- Well, I remember every name of the persons that wrote to me, and I know everything of you, as I know everything about Rossana, Rebecca, Fifì and Gwen. You still don’t understand who I am?
- Yes, but K-15… The Countess…
- A small joke she did to you, I think. The only way for her to move you from your mansion. She discovered my place some time ago, during a mission, for chance. A lack in my security system. Anyway… We discussed as we are doing now, and at the end we both were happy.
- What do you mean?
- You will see. And for her she had a granted free entrance here. That I think she used for you. She said something similar to this. Good, good…
- She will pay for this…
- I’m not sure about it. See if you will say it again at the end of the tour.
- Mghttt. Ngghttt?
- Yes, Rossana. I received your letters, and I think you will be the first ones on the Universe to obtain their gifts before Christmas. Now my little helpers will free you. Every one will have a small room to fresh her up and to change. I expect you here in a… half an hour?
U-69 smiled, then laughed.
- I can’t believe it! I really can’t believe it… It’s so crazy that could be real…
- It is, my dear. It is. - he smiled while the elves moved the cocooned forms on other tunnels, each one to a small but cosy room with a bath and a small bed., where the plastic ribbons disappeared with a snap of the creatures fingers.
- You have just to wish what you want, and it will appear. This is why no drawers or wardrobe. See you in half an hours, milady. - said them before leaving the room.
When the five exited, they were other persons. U-69 was dressed in a fine silk white blouse and tight leather pants, completed with high heeled riding boots, short black pathent leater gloves and a wonderfully crafted riding crop, her hairs combed perfectly to highlight her wonderful face, that was showing all her dominant yet smiling appearance. Near her there was Gwen, dressed as a sort of fetish Santa Claus, with tight leggings in red latex, long white rubber ballet boots and a jacket, in the same material and color of the legging, skin tight over her arms and torso, with false white fur on her neck and wrists. Mittened gloves were sheathing her hands, and a wonderful transparent ball gag covered with a plastic panel was adorning her face, her blonde hairs in a tight ponytail.
- You are wonderful, my love…
- Hhhhanggg uuu.
- Mnnghtt…
- Yes Ross, you also are wonderful. It seems that all of you decided for hobbling costumes, and as always, you Reby went a little on the extreme side, but effectively you seems a Christmas package. But now it’s better if we go, or our host will be furious. Also if I’m quite curious to see Santa Calus furious. It could be funny.
- No, it’s not. Believe me. – said an elf, appearing from the curve of the tunnel. – I’m here to lead you to the right place, and it’s not the studio boss. Come on, come on. Hurry up. – He looked at the maids. – Well, try to do it.
Rossana, the only one with her arms still usable, helped Reby to hop along the corridor. The black haired woman was dressed in a tight fitting hobble dress in thick rubber, the pale green quite in contrast with the dark of her hairs. The dress was closed with a long zip locked just at the base of the neck, hidden under the gag corset laced deadly over the tender flesh of the neck and the lower face, removing completely her ability to speech or also emit ather noise that was not a faint mmphing. The edge of the gown was long enough to touch the floor, covering but not hiding the high heels crotch hight leather boots in black. With her hands she was guiding her cousin, the whole body compressed in layers and layers of plastic adhesive tape in red, white and green, her arms crushed over her spine in a backprayer position, her waist reduced as she was wearing a victorian corset, her legs selaed one against the other from the crotch to the toes, letting her only the possibility to hop to maintain the belance. She could see from small holes she did on her tape mask, holes a little smaller than the ones she created at her nostrils to breathe in small gulps.
- They normally dress this way? - asked the elf to the secret agent.
- Well, not normally, but they are used to be restrained, and they like to be in bondage.
- Also our wifes and daughters like it.
- Really?
He nodded.
- You will see. I think that the cause it’s the other human arrived here some momth ago, but I have only to say thank you to her.
- K-15 spreaded the virus of the vbondage, eh? – smiled the black haired woman. – Why I think this is normal?
- Well, let say only that fromt hat moment the productivity of our shops incresed really a lot, and also the quality of our night. If you can understand…
- Yes, I can. Come on, Fifì, you are travelling slower than Reby. And only for this armbinder and the ankle chains…
- Shhhorry, mmaahhaaamm… - gurgled in her ring gag the maid, covered in a classical black and white french maid uniform made in shiny PVC, with also plastic stockings, vynil high heels shoes and a wonderful rubber armbinder fixed around her shoulders and under her crotch, exciting her sex every movement she was doing.
- Oh, don’t worry. I like what I’m seeing… - grinned the creature.

- Well, well, well, I really like you as my guests… - said the man smiling warmly. – Really you are in the bondage, eh?
- Yes, they are, milord.
- Oh, you have not to be so formal. Claus it’s enough, U-69, or I have to call you…
- U-69 is perfect. I can see that your workshop is perfect. A lot of people that are working to built toys, gifts and all the necessary to wrap and pack them. And all the female elves are in latex or bondage.
- Yes. Your friend shown me the quality of a silent and restrained work, and I really like it. As they like, both the women than the men. But we are not here to discuss my company politic, no?
- I think so.
- Exactly. I promised to your friend a free entrance, and I promised ot you the gifts before you will leave. Now, I have here in my mind all your requests, And I think it will be really funny to satisfy yours. Yours are so wicked, but yet so sweet. I will love to satisfy your desires. Now, if you want to follow me, I will show you something you will like. But please, Reby, it’s a problem if I change your costume in something a little less… confining?
- Mmmmghhh…
- Yes. I know it’s a pity, but please… Per favore.
She nodded, and with a snap of his fingers her tape coocon become a simple hobble dress similar to the one of Rossana, but in black with green drawings printed over it similar to trees and deers, a black mask with only her eyes and nose free from the suffocating rubber covering her face, her lips visible under the thin material.
- This is ok for you? – she mumbled.
- Yes. Perfetto. This near here is the zone where we create the candies, similar to the candied dildoes all of you are wearing.
The five girls blushed.
- Anyway, here is the equipment, and as you can see, it could be used also by a girl with her arms trapped in mittened gloves and her legs tied to the stool. She need only to see the level fo the reservoir and the quality of the final product. – He said while a cute blonde elf was restrained near a big glass cilinder quite full of boiling sugar syrup in white and red. From this cylinder a sort of moving belt extracted the sodified candies, that were checked by the ball gagged girl and edventually discarded in a box.
- And those?
- Simple. They will return to the syrup. But sometime she simply put some candy there and then give to the elven children for free. – He smiled. – Come on, let see it from the top. The sweet perfume is wonderful.
The women followed him on top of the stairs, and he left them see the boiling surface. Rossana was smiling, closing her eyes to smell better the sweet cherry flowered sugar syrup. She bent a little too much, and she lost her balance, helped by the high heels and the confinig dress. In a second she felt inside the big cylinder, and the warm liquid, thick and dense, submerged her while her friends started to cry.
- Oh my… - said Santa Claus. – It’s the first time someon is candied…
- But… but…
- No problem. She is safe. The system will only remove her from the production line more or less… now.
Effectively a big red light flashing with also a horn started near the equipment, and a big, woman shaped candy in red and white exited on the belt, then immediately waqs discarded by the bondaged woman. The strange figure felt on the ground, the candy sounding ad cast.
- Mmmmghtt… mmmmmmh! – tried to shout Rossana, encased and trapped without any movement inside a cast made of hard solid sugar.
- Oh Mother… - smiled Reby. – You really are in trouble now. But you are also beautiful and… yummy. – said to her cousin, only her eyes and her nostrils free.
- What we could do? – Asked the secret agent to the man.
- Well. Nothing, I think. The only way to free her without harm her it’s to eat her prison. I think that it will be a big and hard work…
- But so sweet…
- Reby!
- Sorry mistress. – she said, snapping down her gag and licking for a second the right breast of her cousin. She put again her gag over her lips. – Good. Cherry and chocolate.
- U-69, believe me. She will be in good hands. My elf will do the best thing, ok?
She nodded reluctantly, seeing that a goup of small men lifted the entrapped beauty and moved her on a door, that closed quickly after they trespassed it.
- She will be fine?
- Yes. I swear you, my dear. But now, can we move, yes? That way there is another interesting equipment, something that maybe you remember, my dear.
- What do you mean?
- Well, I followed your adventures, and I remember perfectly that a couple of years ago the Countess kidnapped you to transport you in her island. Well, I used the idea of your plastic prison cocoon, and so I created an automatic wrapper for gift. You have just to choose the material to choose the color and put the object over the platform.
- I remember! Oh my gods, please, it was an horrible experience… - she shouted, whidening her eyes remembering the form fitting, tight plastic cocoon vacuumed over her rubberised body. I wills tay here, to see that other line of production, if for you it’s not a problem.
- Oh, no. – he smiled wichedly. – It’s not a problem. Fifì…
- Hhhhnnn heeehhhee.
- So there is only this young redhead with me. Or you decide to stay here. We can avoid to see this, and jump directly to the cakes section.
- Reby, if you want, go. I know how you like vacuum things and the plastic. I think you will like what you will see, if I understand Santa Claus.
- Thanks madame… - mumbled the girl, starting to follow the man.
- So you are the youngest maid in the mansion…
- Yes, sir.
- Oh, call me Claus. You were not afraid for your cousin. Why? – he asked whiile guiding her near a round metal platform.
- Oh, we love every kinfd of fetish related to restriction and bondage. One day, when we were alone in our house, we tried to cast our legs just to feel the sensation, but at the end we finished casted from head to toe except the arms, and laughing as crazy girls when our parents returned.
- And what they did?
- The only think they could do. They finished to cast us and they put us in our bed without the dinner. – she smiled.
Both laughed, while a elf, with a long brown braid stopped the platform form turning slowly and waited that her companions removed the package wrapped with a golden and red metallic sheet. She was blind, a rubber eyeless mask covering her face and her torso, but she had a wonderful memory, remembering perfectly the surrounds and the command of the machine, that she operated with tight long black rubber opera gloves.
- So you are interested in vacuum?
- Yes.
- Maybe you will learn something seeing this equipment. Please, check as you want, walk over, check the structure and so on.
- Really I can?
- Yes. Why not? What could happens? – he smiled.
She moved slowly over the platform, not seeing that he was touching a couple fo bottons and some lever.
- This is really interesting, and I think that with some modification we will be able to build something similar also at the mansion…
- Yes. I think so. – he said, pushing the button that started the sequence of wrapping.
Magical arms appeared near the woman and blocked her upper limbs, pushing them on a back prayer postion.
- What?
- Oh, it seems that you will try over your skin… sorry, your rubber, the sequence of heavy vaccuming package. In green. I can’t stop it. I’m sorry, but maybe some of the elves. Stay there, don’t move, I will find someone. – he shouted starting to walk to a door.
- Stay there? How I can move, with my hobblign dress and these arms? Oh gosh, that big sheet of green transparent plastic is quite scaring… And so exciting… - she thought, seeing that the big sheet was arriving near her, touching her and starting to move around her until she was wrapped completely in three layers of shrinking waterproof and airtight material.
She sucked to have enough air to survive, but the wrap adhered to her face, impeding to fill her lungs. A shot of hot air hit her, starting to shrink the plastic, to permit at the layers to melt together and to glue to the skin of the girl. Ten seconds, maybe twenty and the layers of plastic were her second skin, blocking her eyes opened, her lips stretched in a sort of smile that was the exact expression of her feelings.
- It’s soo good…So tight, as I have always wished. So breathless… - she thought, inspiring, trying to enhance the feeling of helplesness she had. The candies in her crotch were vibrating furiously, until, with a mute howl, she opened her plasticized lips and cried for the joy of the orgasm, then she passed out.

The alarm clock woke up the redhead, that gasped discovering that her lips were selaed, but not with the layer of adhesive transparent tape she normally used during the night if her cousin was not helping her to relax with some of her naughty ideas. Her whole face, her whole head was encased in a soft but unyelding material that she recognised immediately.
- Plastic! – she tried to say, but no sound exited from her lips, also if they were completely opened in a big “O” of surprise. Her eyes also were completely held in a open position, the world in a faint shade of green. – The dream… No, it’s impossible. Santa Claus, the elves, the mission… It was only a dream. Or not?
She jumped on the floor, balancing unsteady over her heeless ballet sleeping boots, and with short hops she moved to the door, that opened automatically, operated by GAG.
- Good morning, Rebecca. Slept well? – asked the artificial intelligence throught the speakers positioned in all the mansion.
- Mmmghttt… Mnnnghhtt, nnnghtt?
- Yes. Mistress and Gwen are still in their bedroom, while your cousn and Fifì are on the main living room. Exactly Rossana under the Christmas tree, Fifì inside a cardboard box.
- Mmmghtt?!
- Yes. Ah, by the way, Merry Christmas. Today is Natale, as you say in Italy.
- Thhhhmmm. – answered her, hoping down the stairs and landing gracefully on the ground floor, then moving to the living room. She noted that a couple of gynoids were preparing the breackfast and other were already out in the garden to remove the snow from the access road and to create snow puppets.
The maid saw her cousin under the big and decorated with balls and light tree, and tried to gasp. She seated on the big leather sofa, amazed that her dream was real, or if something else happened, she couldn’t remember. Rossana was laying immobile on the floor, a big ribbon in gold around her waist, her whole body encased in the same rigid sugar cast she was on Santa Claus workshop on the North Pole.
- Hhhhhhmmmm! Mhhhttt! – she murmured, her lips visible but not moving under the sweet prison.
- Shohheooohee heeehhe? Hooosssh? Heeeehhy? (Someone here? Ross? Reby?)
- Mmmghttt… - answered the redhead jumping near the pretty cardboard box representing a giant package for dolls.
Inside, visible through a sort of shaped window in transparent plastic, there was Fifì, covered in a transparent sort of bodysuit made of rigid plexiglass, only her eyes covered by funny and fake doll eyes, as false were the hairs, blonde and curly. Her arms were fixed with her elbows bent of forty-five degree, the hands fixed in mittens, only he rthumbs up. The lips were sligtly oepend, and a subtle trail of saliva was drooling o her cornes, indicating that the plastic was going iside the mouth to gag her.
- Hheeby! Hhhhathh hhhahhenedhh? I hhhhd a shhhannge dhhhem… (Reby! What happened? I had a strange dream…)
- Mmmghtt Haaashhh?
- Exhhhactthy. Shanthha Haaus whhhorkhhop. Hooontt shhay me thhhat… Oh sssahhhe bllleu! (Exactly. Santa Claus workshop. Don’t say me that… Oh sacre bleu!)
- Hhhhgh?
- Yes, Rebecca?
- Hhheehhohh fff hhhass hhouhh.
- Yes. Report of last hours. The system is not able to say you what is happened in the period referring the hours PM of twenty-four and one AM on the twenty-five of December. System error. Security breach, level one. Supernatural being. Class one. All the systems deactivated. The system recovered and traced you, Rossana, Fifì, Mistress and Gwen on the house. System had instruction to avoid freeing the subjects above said. The five bound subject were and are not in danger. Level of arousal near nine with ten as maximum.
- Bound? – thought the maid. – Also Mistress? – She gasped. – Mmmghtt, mnnnghtt.
- As you want, Rebecca. Gynoid Lucia will free you in a second. Standard uniform for you?
- Hmhh. Hhngtt fffffhh.
- Affirmative. Rossana will stay as she is.
Ten minutes after both the maids were moving, latexed and chained and gagged to their mistress room. Rebecca had to wind up a key on the back to Fifì to let her move as written in the encolsed instruction that were staitng she was encased in “The perfect maid doll costume”, due to the fact she was not able to remove the plastic armour, and also she was not able to unglue the shrinked pastic from her skin, but only to cut it to have the limbs free, also if restricted on the movements, discovering that the single arms and legs had been separately wrapped and shrinked. She knocked a couple of time, then waited. No answer, so she knocked twice again. Also after she had no answer she ventured to enter, discovering that her friend and her mistress were laying on their bed, bound and happy in their rubber and ceramic costumes.
- Mishhhess? – asked amazed the french girl.
- Mmmghtt… Pppprrrr… - answered the woman, dressed as a cat girl, the body encased in thick white rubber reducing her movements, her head covered in a cat mask with big green eyes manga style, the lips probably trapped in a padded muzzle hidden on the lower part of the mask.
She was on the bed with her limbs folded as she was a real cat, hands and feet in padded mittens and sock, a long and cilyndrical tail swingign slowly at the end of her back, the faint noise of anal plug and dildo filling the air. Near her Gwen was laying as a love doll, her legs rigid and straight, held opened to let her sex free to be seen, her lips, vagin and probably back hole blocked in perfect circles transforming her in a funny and erotic version of a cheap rubber inflatable sex doll. The shiny surface was painted ceramic, a costume so heavy she was not able to move, the weight impeding her more than ties, handcuffs and straps or chains.
- Mmmgmhtt… - mumbled Rebecca touching her mittened hands.
- Hi. – said an artificial voice, a sort of pre-recorded message, arriving from Gwen head. – I’m a dolly that loooove you. Would you loooove me?
Both the maids strartled, and Fifì giggled, the pinched voice combined with the appearance of her friend arousing her.
- Hhhow hhhhathh we will dhhho? (Now what we will do?)
- Mmmmghttt. Nghhtt. Mghhttt, nnnnnfggggg.
- Sorry to disturb you. A car is arrived at the front door. The car is the black convertible of K-15. Access to mansion granted. Good morning ahd Merry Crhistmass, Mistress K-15. – said GAG.
The two girls run as much as they could, finding a smiling secret agent looking at them, confly seated on the sofa near Rossana.
- Rebecca, Fifì. Merry Christmas. I see that you found the North Pole workshop. And that Santa claus maintained the agreement.
- Hgghtt?
- Yes. I will have my wish granted, as you had.
- Mghhtt?
- What gained him? A free two week holiday on Caraibi, completely paid by me. – she smiled. – Now, if my wish has been granted, I think I have a wonderful catgirl to play with… Stay here, I come back in a second.
The girl disappeared running up the stairs, returning a minute after with a gynoid carrying Gwen, and U-69 wlaking on four limbs, lashed and purring, completely lost in a lustfull dream due to the continuous stimulus of the two plugs on her crotch.
- Mmmghhtt?
- Yes. The wish is granted only for today, the Christmas day, but I want to use it entierely. I think I will start sucking and licking a big candy – she smiled looking Rossana. – while a perfect maid doll will serve me tea and cookies. Then I think I will play with a love doll, and then I will do a little walk with you, Rebecca, with my personal kitty. You will be my maid for the day. I loove the contrast of the green plastic over your hairs, and the creacking sound you produce when you move. I think I will discover if you can resist to my tonge massage.
- Prrrr… Mghttt. – seemed to say angry U-69, but K-15 just looked at her and kissed over her nose.
- Be quiet, my pet, or I think I will find a way to render your condition permanent. – she giggled. – Ah, I think that this Christmas will be perfect. No?
Over their head, on the sky, a smiling rubber dressed Santa Claus, driving his sleight with six rubber deer-girls laughed whicked.
- Yes, I think so. – he smiled, thinking at all the things he had to prepare for his holidays.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL YOU, AND HAPPY NEW YEAR.!!!
I WISH A WONDERFUL AND FULL OF BONDAGE DREAMS THAT WILL BECOME REALITY 2007!!!