ZANTA WANTS A CUSTOM CRUSHMAS CARD AND WON’T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER
Custom Crushmas Card — PART 1 OF 4
Skylar, Sunny, Zatanna and Ranchy are Full of Christmas Cheer
[WARNING — NAUGHTY, NASTY, NOBS AND NOCKERS, HEADING YOUR WAY — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
Zote: Silent letters be damned! Would you prefer Knaughty, Knasty, Knobs and Knockers?
“Come on out, girls! Those are the last two outfits, so they’re the ones you’ll be wearing for our Crushmas Card.”
Skylar Runway walks out of the dressing room, “I like this one, Zanta. You’ve outdone yourself.”
Sunny walks out a little odd-like, with a grumpy look and hands on her hips.
Zanta, aka Zatanna, asks, “Why so grumpy Sunny? I love how that looks on you.”
Skylar adds, “The skirt flair accentuates your already fantastic hips.”
“It’s not the outfit or the skirt flair. It’s those short and thick candy canes in my pussy and asshole that are making me walk funny.”
Zanta asks, “You put them inside of you? I left them on top of your panties as treats, like those mints they put on your pillows in a fancy hotel.”
Skylar comments, “That’s not a good example, Z.”
“Why? Don’t tell me you also put the hotel mints in your holes?”
Sunny looks away, off into the distance, as if she didn’t hear the question.
Skylar answers, “Zanta, let’s just say, after brushing her teeth, all her holes were minty fresh.”
Z says, “What’s done is done. It’s picture time.”
“But they’re dripping out both of my holes!”
Skylar replies, “Listen! Peppermint Panties, I think I have a much bigger problem. I think my skirt is melting. Z? Why the hell is my skirt melting?”
“I thought the melting point of purple gummy bears was much higher than normal body temperature? You must be extra hot down there.”
Sunny adds, “Skylar has always been known to be hot-boxing it. Once, when the heat went out, that was the only place I could keep my hands warm.”
“Knock it off, you two! Z? Why would you make a skirt out of purple gummy bears?”
“Because they don’t make grape gummy worms. Anyway, an Elf skirt made out of gummy worms would have been too weird.”
“The speed it’s dripping, Z, there’ll be nothing left by the time we’re done with the pictures… hey! That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”
Sunny asks, “Skylar, can you still do a handstand with your legs spread?”
“Never stopped being able to… just like riding a bike. Here, watch!”
Just as Skylar entered a full handstand and spread her legs, Sunny poured a bucket of ice inside her skirt.
Both Zanta and Sunny expected a sizzling sound and a puff of steam but only got a “What the Fuck! Dammit, that’s cold!” before Skylar fell over, scattering the ice across the floor.
Zanta says, “Ok, picture time!”
As they walk down the long and wide hall, lined with odd-looking Christmas trees along both sides, Sunny realizes the trees are moving. Skylar didn’t notice because she was picking the re-solidified pieces of grape gummy bears off her thighs and enjoying their flavors, now with a hint of salt.
After a closer look, Sunny could see they were people tied helplessly in extremely tight tinsel, Christmas lights, and ball-gagged with what must be plastic or rubber ornaments. “Um? Z? They look like they want to be let loose?”
“Not my problem, Sunny. The sign outside very clearly says, No Carolers.”
Completely missing the hallway decorations, while finally clearing her thighs of drippings, Skylar asks, “Wasn’t Ranchy gonna join us for the Crushmas Card pic?”
Zanta answers, “Not to worry, Elf Skylar, he’s already in the stable.”
“You have a stable? When did you get a stable? And hold on… what’s with the Elf Skylar thing? It’s almost like you’re saying Slave Skylar. Next, you’ll want us to address you as Mistress Zanta.”
“Which reminds me, you Elves need to address me as Mistress Zanta unless you want to be punished.”
Sunny adds, “Good one… Elf Skylar… good one.”
As they enter the stable, the first thing that can’t be ignored is the full-size, high-quality, bright red sleigh, with all the finest of details carved into it and gold accents in all the right places.
There is a very complex looking leather harness, hanging empty off the front of the sleigh, along with the necessary reins, straps and gear, to hook up a reindeer to pull it. In this case, it would be used just for the pictures.
“Z! Where the? How the?”
“I Dom a club of Carpenters. They happily made this for me in return for being allowed to leave with their balls not kicked… too much. We have a very symbiotic relationship.”
As amazing as the sleigh was, it was nothing compared to the next sight. Ranchy is down on all fours, wearing a tiny, tight pair of leather shorts with suspenders.
He also has a red nose, antlers, reindeer ears, and, for some odd reason, a grey mustache. Skylar and Sunny are in obvious shock and unable to speak.
Zanta says, “I know… I wouldn’t say I like the mustache either, but for some odd reason, the only red nose they had left at the store had it glued to it. Red Nose Ranchy, turn around.”
He quietly shakes his head no, with a scared look.
“Ranchy! I gave you a command!”
His shoulders drop, and he lets out an almost silent sound of unhappiness, before turning around. He has a reindeer tail that’s glued to a dildo, half hanging out of his ass.
“Relax Ranchy.” Says Zanta before pushing it all the way back in with the sole of her stiletto, causing him to grunt. “Let it slip out again, and I will use the glue.”
Keeping his sphincter extra tight, he turns back around while still staying on all fours. Zanta lifts the front of her skirt to expose a very clean tuft of hair, shaped like an upside down Christmas tree, with mistletoe wound up and stuck on it.
Ranchy eagerly waits for permission from his Mistress Zanta. He starts to shake a little, from the pain of his position, along with his unfulfilled cravings and having a dildo up his ass.
Zanta says, “Treat!”
And Ranchy scampers over to his Mistress before starting his wild lick fest of her present to him.
Skylar, in a curious tone, asks, “Mistress Zanta? I thought you were shaved down there?”
“I am. That’s a Mistletoe Merkin. They’ll be on the market as soon as my patent is no longer pending.”
Just as Ranchy’s leather shorts can’t get any tighter, Zanta says, “Enough!” causing him to stop, return to his spot, and whimper.
“What did I say about the whimpering Ranchy?”
He bows his head, turns sideways, and raises his ass to be higher than even the tips of his antlers. Zanta holds out a ledó whip in between Skylar and Sunny.
“Who wants the honors?”
The look on Ranchy’s face when he sees them both rush to grab it is priceless. Fully aware of the problem, Zanta comments, “Not to worry.” she pulls out a second ledó whip so they can both do it simultaneously.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Custom Crushmas Card — Continued Here:
“Don’t forget to Clap, Comment, and Share, and I’ll try not forgetting you’re tied up helpless, naked, and sexually frustrated in my Safe-Room.”