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Buffy the (slutty) Santa Helper	By : goolecaptain Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 28750 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Buffy the (slutty) Santa Helper
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Timeline; season 5

Rating; massively NC17, sex of every kind, MC, loads of S&M, girl-girl

Disclaimer; all belong to Joss and naught to I. This is a work of fiction intended only for free internet distribution

Show; Buffy

Pairings; Buffy/Santa/Others
This does NOT signal my return to fanfic but was done as a request for another author so I thought I might as well post it here. If you like it and want some more in the same vein PLEASE just look in the archives under my name, you'll find plenty there and I can get on with quitting my fanfic writing addiction
As always, everyone is above the age of consent whatever that is where you are.
Buffy the (slutty) Santa helper
Buffy crept carefully down the stairs, the Summer's home tastefully decorated for Christmas. She had heard noise downstairs and knew that meant either they had some form of demonic visitor or Dawn was once again trying to open her presents early...
He was sitting there in the chair beside the roaring log fire that her mother had sentimentally insisted on lighting despite the Caliornia heat. He didn't seem troubled at all. He held up her present. "Happy Christmas Buffy"
Santa Claus.
Santa Claus was sitting in her living room. Like her life wasn't crazy enough.
She opened her present. It was a skimpy red and black teddy with matching black grip top stockings and 3-inch high heels. Buffy was enraptured at the sight, picking the lingerie up by the straps with her fingertips and examing it closely
Santa gestured for her to undress. Buffy hesitated for a moment but then figured if she couldn't be naked in front of good old St Nick who could she be nude in front of?
She unbuttoned the top of her sushi pyjamas and cast it aside then slipped down her bottoms and stepped out of them. She smiled as she heard a gasp of delight from Santa, the firelight casting soft patterns on her beautiful skin.
She knelt down in front of him on the mat, gazing up into his face adoringly. Piece by piece he handed over her present and she slipped it on. She loved the way it made her feel, naughty, playful and kittenish. When it was complete she stood up and took a long look at herself in the mirror.
She looked hotter than a Texas stripper on the 4th of July.
Santa smiled again and patted his lap invitingly. Buffy gleefully hopped onto it, feeling one of his hands stroking her thighs and the other pawing at her breasts. She hugged one arm around his shoulders and worked the other under his clothing, finding his already throbbing and suprisingly impressive penis. She kissed him through his beard as she expertly masturbated him.
"How did you know?" she asked him.
He produced a huge roll of paper from one enormous pocket. It had the word 'NAUGHTY' stamped on the top in large capitals. Her name and address was top of an endless list of girls. She noticed Faith's was the next one down and Cordy's after that. She was a little suprised to see Willow's there.
"No wonder you're always so jolly!" she observed showering his cock with kisses.
He was impressive, so big that he made her choke slightly as she accomadated his mighty cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked avidly, enjoying his guttural moan of pleasure as he poured torrents of cum down her throat. For an old guy he had such a lot of stamina she thought, swallowing for all she was worth.
When he was done she licked him clean, planting a reverent kiss on the tip of his penis as he stroked her hair with his hand.
"I knew I made a good choice" he remarked gazing into her eyes.
"Huh?" Buffy inquired finally parting her lips from his cock and tucking it away.
"Strip for me" he ordered.
She looked at him quizically but she was hardly going to disobey him. With deliberate slowness she kicked off her high heels and peeled off her stockings. She drew the straps of her teddy off her shoulders with her fingertips and delicately stripped it from her body, twirling around as she did so in order to let him see the wispy strands of material cutting tightly between the pert cheeks of her ass. She cast the last of her clothing aside and turned to face him, stark naked, her ample breasts jiggling as she span. Buffy placed her hands on her hips, her legs slightly apart, proud of her nubile body. She wondered what Santa had in mind next? She noted with delight the prominent bulge in his suit, her performance had got him ready again.
He took her hair in his hand and wound it into a ponytail around his fingers, causing Buffy to give a little cry of pain. She whimpered as he led her roughly from the house, unused to such harsh treatment.
Outside on the Summer's lawn was Santa's sleigh. But instead of Rudolph and co Buffy was shocked to see eight beautiful women bound in the reins. Eight gorgeous, nearly naked young women of all races, drawn from all over the world, all pawing the ground with the towering spiked heels of their black PVC thigh boots, as if eager to be off.
"What happened the reindeer?" was all she could gasp as he led her forward.
"People for the Ethnic Treatment of Animals" he sighed "Don't worry I put them out to pasture. In place of Christmas spirit I discovered I could use the power of female sexuality to power my sleigh. Your place is prepared"
He gestured to the empty space at the front of the octet and Buffy realised with a gulp that it was reserved for her. She didn't have time to even think about resisting as he placed her into position and fitted the bridle over her head.
"I'll be back in time for the presents opening won't I?" was all she mananged to ask before he fitted the bit into her mouth. It took her a second to realise that it was actually made of red and white striped candy cane with a large red candy in the middle serving as an S&M style ball gag. Every few seconds it would emit a bright red flash. In order to light the way for Santa's sleigh. Of course.
"Buffy, I can deliver free presents to billions of children all over the globe in one night. I think I can get you home in time to give Dawn her earrings. Although if you ask me she's getting a little too old for clip on costume jewellry. Hell, next year she'll be legal and I'll have HER pulling my sleigh"
"How did he know what I bought Dawn?" Buffy wondered as she felt him tigthen the bridle around her head. But then she guessed he was Santa, it was his business to know.
He repositioned her arms behind her back and Buffy felt the cool sensation of metal on flesh, a pair of tinsel entwined handcuffs entrapping her wrists just above the base of her spine. The divine click as they snapped home sent a delicious shiver of anticipation through her. She was now completely bound and helpless and the sensation had her cunny trickling juices like a leaky faucet.
Next Santa produced from his seemingly limitless sack a pair of brooch-like crystal Christmas lights. On closer inspection she noted they were hollow with some form of liquid inside them. Buffy looked at them aghast as she realised that they each bore eight little metal hooks, like spider legs, on their back. And Santa was moving them towards her already swollen nipples!
"Don't worry" Santa assured her "You'll love it!"
"Easy for you to say!" she thought. He placed the elaborate nipple clamps over her breasts and the hooks sprang to life and dug into the sensitive flesh around her aerioles. Buffy gave a muffled shriek but her protests rapidly turned into a low moan of pleasure as the hooks began pumping back and forth, milking her like a cow attached to milking machine, an amazing pulsing sensation filling her titties. She felt lightheaded as the drug pumped into her bloodstream, her blood visibly mixing with the substance inside the crystals, changing their colours as it did so. She looked at Santa with an expression that said "What the fuck!?" better than a neon sign.
He smirked "Little concoction of mine. Let's you fly, keeps you warm during the trip. Temporarily lowers your intellect, increases your femininity, makes you more obedient and succeptible to following orders. Plus it magnifies any sexual pleasure you feel tenfold and of course, one more added bonus..."
He gestured downwards. Buffy followed his extended finger and looked with amazement at her chest. Her breasts had swelled to 3 time their normal size, her flesh hot, throbbing and incredibly sensitive. Every time Buffy even breathed she felt a twinge of pleasure surge through her body. They also lit up with each breath, complementing the light in her mouth. He attached a thin silver chain between the nipple clamps, then two more linking them to the reins and leather collar he had placed around her neck, adorned with a bright scarlet ribbon tied in a Christmas bow.
Santa produced a pair of gloriously shiny lace up black PVC thigh boots. He fitted them onto Buffy's legs, causing the Slayer to totter a little whilst he took the opportunity to run his hands up and down her legs, brushing against the moist, sensitive lips of her dripping labia. As he did so Buffy felt two smooth faces nuzzling against the nape of her neck, soft, long hair gently tickling her shoulders, the sensation delightful. She felt long, slender, shapely PVC bound legs rub tenderly up and down her own identically clad thighs, calves and kneepits. Four huge breasts were rubbing up and down her back, massaging it wonderfully.
The girls behind her were welcoming her to the team!
She felt an amazing sense of affection and sisterhood towards them, pressing her head back softly against their caresses and returning them as much as her bonds allowed her to. Using the limited amount of movement in her hands she reached out and groped their breasts, tweeking their bejewelled nipple clamps this way and that, gently tugging on the thin silver chains attached to them. She soon had them purring like kittens, their hot breaths growing faster and more urgent on the back of her neck, their nuzzling growing more and more frantic. With an enormous sense of satisfaction she felt them judder and shake like crazy in the unmistakeable throes of a truly great orgasm, their cries of pleasure so great that even ball gags in their mouths couldn't muffle them entirely.
Last but not least Santa produced the worlds most enormous, obscenely shaped candy cane, curved into an impossible series of angles. There was no question as to where it would go and it's size totally terrified Buffy.
"It's ok" Santa remarked "It's magical, it'll not only instantly repair any damage it causes but make your ass and cunny a lot snugger, want to make sure you're nice and tight for all those good girls and boys"
For the first time she seriously considered disobeying him but the drug coursing through her brain made such an option unthinkable, she just had an irresistable urge to obey. The very thought of submission filled her with overwhelming joy.
She widened her legs as far as they would go as he carefully parted her cunny lips with his fingertips and placed the smooth head of the formidable cane against her cunt. He rammed it into her with such force that he lifted her off the ground a little. Buffy grunted and threw her head back, beads of sweat lashing the girls behind her. It took another dozen hard shoves to get the huge object inside her all the way, the smooth, hard, fake cock straining Buffy's cunny to the limit and beyond, her juices flowing freely in order to try and lubricate it. She began to buck her hips back against it in order to try and take more and more of it inside her, eager to please her new master. With a gigantic thrust Santa forced it within her, Buffy giving one last angry angry buck her hips in return, carrying it's head right through her cervix, all the way into her womb. She sighed, her muscles clenching lovingly down upon this most unusual of mighty dildos. It made her feel sublimely complete. To make things even better the candy began to vibrate, giving her clitty and g-spot the most exquisite tingles. The sweet, sweet pain was almost more than she could stand.
She was on the verge of orgasm even before he began probing her turgid asshole with his finger, well lubed with her own plentiful cunny juices. She squirmed and groaned as he penetrated her but did not forbid him as she knew that deep down she craved it just as much as he did. She knew utter bliss and fufillment as she felt Santa bend the other end of the candy cane around and fuck her up the ass with it, the two ends of the rock hard fake phallus rubbing with agonising, deep, pleasure against one another through a thin layer of her soft flesh. It felt so big, so all conquering. It was an easy decision to surrender to extreme pleasure/pain she felt. She forced her ass to relax and accept the confectionary butt plug, her anal muscles responding with delight as it too began to tingle.
A fake horse's tail attached to the huge candy cane inserted up Buffy's ass completed her transformation from strident, independent Slayer to submissive, obedient pony-girl. She squirmed a little, tottering once more on her spiked 3 inch high heels. The part of her intellect unaffected by the drug realised that however she moved she'd be forcibly aroused, the entire get up designed to tease, to keep her constantly sexually stimulated so that she was always on the brink of orgasm but never let her climax. No wonder that all the other girls had seemed so restless and anxious to get going again.
"Up, up and AWAY my lovely fillies!" he called out.
She didn't have to wait long for her release. Santa mounted the sleigh and produced his whip, lashing the captive girls hitched to his craft, the sharp leather tongue cutting across their shapely hips and perfect shoulder blades. Buffy came at the third stroke, her orgasm so powerful it made her see stars, pleasure and pain inevitably melding into one gloriously potent mixture. As she recovered she realised that she really was looking at stars, the sleigh now soaring through the clear Christmas sky, born aloft by the frantically pumping legs of the ponygirls, taut flesh straining against their sleek PVC entrapment, magical sparks flowing off the high heels of their thigh boots. As the wind streamed through her sweat soaked hair Buffy felt the whip marks on her skin magically vanishing, the rate of restoration even faster than her normal advanced Slayer healing. She guessed that the magical effects of the nipple clamps and candy cane dildos included automatic tissue repair as part of the package. A good thing too as her Slayer hearing had picked up Santa casting the whip back in preparation for another lashing.
They said Christmas only came once a year. This year, however, Buffy was certain she'd be coming a whole lot more.
*
"Thomas Webster?" Santa checked the stunned teen off the list.
"Wh...wha...yeah" he stuttered in reply.
"You saved a busload of schoolkids from a fiery death back in November?"
He nodded.
"Cool!" said Santa "Here's you reward"
He beckoned Buffy forwards. She was clad only in a pair of Christmas stockings with a scarlet ribbon tied around her waist in a huge bow. She had left the remainder of her ponygirl gear back at the sleigh although she was gratified to find that her breasts were still enormous thanks to the serum from the nipple clamps. She looked at him lustily, like a cat surveying a saucer of cream and sauntered forwards as Santa left them to it.
"I...I....I...?"
"Shhhhh!" she whispered putting her right index finger to his lips. She took his hand and directed it to the ribbon, guiding him in untying the bow with one fluid motion. The best bit about recieving a present was unwrapping it.
She kissed him, tonguing him for all she was worth then pushed him back on the bed. She fell to her knees before him and stripped off his pyjama bottoms, releasing his springing errection. She kissed it all over then took it in her mouth, licking and sucking with aplomb, stroking his balls with her tongue. He came almost instantly, Buffy greedily gulping his seed down as she removed his top.
She clambered on top of him and let him suck on her breasts until he was rock hard again then directed his thrusting cock into her tight cunny and rode him ruthlessly to orgasm. They collapsed in a heap on the bed and rolled together under the covers, kissing and cuddling.
"Enjoy that?" Buffy asked.
He nodded emphatically. "God yes!"
Buffy indicated the watch Santa had given her. Every other timepiece in the room was frozen due to Father Christmas' time distortion magic but this one still worked in real time. They were actually making excellent progress this year, not least because the sleigh went a whole lot faster with a Slayer in the lead.
"You've only got me for an hour" she lightly stroked his limp cock under the sheets "But if you can get hard again I can give you another extra special present"
She rolled onto all fours, naked except for her Christmas stockings, wiggling her butt invitingly, the offer apparent to all.
He got hard again.
And Buffy got ass-fucked.
Again.
And again.
AND AGAIN!
*
"Constance James? Saved an African orphanage through her charity fundraising?"
She was very cute. Adorable in fact, red haired and petite, especially when Buffy removed her glasses and ripped off her Minnie Mouse nightdress. Her titties could perhaps be a little bigger but then maybe Buffy could slip her a little of Santa's breast enlarging drug as an extra present. She trembled with nervousness but parted her legs obligingly as Buffy stroked her inner thighs, moaning as the Slayer slipped two fingers inside her tight fuck-channel. By her snugness Buffy knew she was a virgin even before her fingertips pressed gently against her maidenhead. She fingerfucked her carefully, not wishing to take her viriginity without express permission. The girl was a fast learner, groping and nursing on Buffy's tits with the same energy and keeness as Buffy's mouth and fingers were toying with hers, copying the thrusting digits inside her own cunt by returning the favour to the blonde Slayer with her free hand.
They came hard, Buffy revelling in the glorious sensation of Constances' nails raking across her back in the heat of passion. They lay there recovering for a little while, kissing one another softly all over.
"I'm not gay" Constance managed to whisper at last, when she wasn't moaning with ecstasy or caressing and stroking Buffy's tongue with her own.
Buffy shrugged. "Me neither"
She kissed her all the way down and began lapping at Constance's clitty, the young girl's grinding her cunny against Buffy's face. Buffy found her groans of desire just as sweet to her ears as the virgin honey she found there on her tongue.
*
"Oh Buffy it's just what I wanted!" Dawn exclaimed throwing her arms around her sister in a passionate hug. Joyce looked a little perplexed at the black lace wonderbra and matching thong panties her elder daughter had bought for her younger but soon forgot all about her reservations when she saw the coat Buffy had got for her.
"Oh Buffy, it's perfect!" Joyce remarked examining it "It's just like the one Ripp...I mean Rupert got for me that time with the candy. Broke my heart to give it back. But they told me that was a one off. Where on earth did you get this? How could you afford it?"
Buffy shrugged "What can I say, had a little help from Santa Claus"
She covertly caressed her vast new breasts under her pink babydoll nightie, her nips so sensitive they were almost permanently hard. The rest of the effects of St Nick's magic had long since worn off but he'd let his sleigh team keep their enhanced boobs as an extra little 'Thank you' souvenir for all their hard work. She wondered how she would explain them? So far Joyce and Dawn hadn't noticed but then they were rather pre-occupied with their gifts.
Joyce joined Dawn and Buffy in one enormous, incredibly affectionate hug, all three revelling in the overwhelming love and warmth they felt for one another. Buffy was surprised to find herself slightly turned on by the feeling of their soft, firm bodies pressing against hers. She felt a little guilty but what the hell, she'd broken so many taboos lately, seducing her mother and sister didn't seem quite so unthinkable anymore. Besides, they seemed to be enjoying it just as much as she was. She decided this was definitely an idea which she wanted to explore further.
Dawn interrupted her train of thought with a laugh. "C'mon Buffy, no one belives in Santa Claus anymore!"
Buffy smiled back at her impishly, remembering that Santa planned to use her little sister to tow his sleigh the following year "Next Christmas you will Dawnie, I promise you that!"
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