Universe is a big store just a stone’s throw away from my university, so the proposition to play a part of Snegurochka did not come as a surprise to me, our female students used to make some extra cash playing in this kind of shows from time to time. An awfully generous prize for it was a surprise though! A project would have normally taken a month or two of toiling and moiling, a good deal of quality drawing-paper and glue, while, if I took the part and spent a couple of hours making a fool of myself and playing a stupid Snegurochka for an expensive store clientele’s pleasure, I would be relieved from a great pain in the ass! It looked very tempting to me! I didn’t hesitate long and agreed at once.
At 9 o’clock in the morning of December 28 I was at the store’s entrance. A tall dark-haired guy of about 25 years old was already waiting for me there. We had talked over the phone at the night before and I recognized him right away.
“Andrew,” he introduced himself, “I am playing Santa Claus and you, therefore, my granddaughter,” he smiled at me. We exchanged a couple of jokes about it, while making our way through never-ending passages of the great store. Andrew seemed to me a very pleasant and easy-going guy. He told me that he had been playing Santa every New Year’s Eve performance for three years in a row and enjoyed it. I couldn’t but notice his voluptuous glances at me, while he was saying that.
At last we entered a cozy room, which I figured out was to be our make-up room. “Here’s your costume,” he said pointing at a neat pile of clothes. I found there all necessary items, even panties and stockings. That explained why yesterday he had asked me embarrassing questions about my measurements. I was somewhat surprised that the clothes looked too erotic for a New Year’s Eve matinee. “Well, you know,” he said, “the guests we are going to perform for, are some sort of big-shots. They will come along with their dames and bodyguards and the store will be closed for the time of performance. It is a special occasion for which we are paid tenfold.”
I cast another glance at the clothes laid in front of me and easily convinced myself that a couple of hours of embarrassment were worth of two months of freedom afterwards. In the long run it was not a big deal to shake my booty in front of a handful of wealthy moneybags or whoever they were and their twinkies. With a sigh I stepped behind a screen and started changing.
The labels indicated that the lingerie was all from Victoria’s Secret and Andrew explained to me, that I can keep it after the show – my spirits then started soaring. The panties were nothing but two straps and a see-through triangle that could hardly
hide my shaven pussy (good I trimmed it just that morning!). The bra just pushed
up my breasts, perk as they were, but was no cover for them, so my nipples were
left sticking out. A pair of black stockings tightly embraced my legs and stuck
to my thighs four inches below my pubis.There was also a pair of light blue mid-calf high heels and pleasantly soft blue robe with wide sleeves, collar, hemp and cuffs lined with snow-white fur. A diadem crowned the outfit. I am no expert in jewels, but the diadem sparkled like it was covered with a hundred of brilliants. The costume was very thin and kind of gauzy and I was feeling naked, but my reflection in the mirror looked like a totally decent Snegurochka. The make-up set in my disposal was great too; I worked a little over my make-up and was ready in ten minutes.
When I came out from behind of the screen I saw my partner ready too. His outfit was somewhat weird for Santa though. He was wearing red tight leather pants with some kind of a patch instead of a fly and heavy boots. The rest was pretty usual for the occasion: red coat lined with ermine and a matching hat. Again, the short white beard would be rather relevant on a face of a Moscow’s culprit, than of the kind-hearted old Santa. We examined each other and remained satisfied with our looks.
“Are you positive I am not having any lines in the show?” I asked to make sure I got it right yesterday in our telephone conversation. Andrew reassured me again that he would lead himself and I would only have to follow his orders. “Don’t worry; everything is going to be all right! Let’s celebrate the coming New Year!” he passed me over a full glass of Champaign. We touched glasses and drank up. I felt light dizziness and agreeable warmth all over my body. We gained more courage from some more Champaign and to the stage I sailed off full of self-confidence.
In fact, of course there was no stage there. Just some sort of a scaffold was arranged in the centre of a huge hall, near a marble fountain. A high arch was built over the scaffold and decorated with garlands, and five rows of chairs were set in front of it. A few dozens of young and old gentlemen, some of them accompanied by their ladies, made themselves comfortable in the chairs. Behind the rows of chairs I saw a solid crescent-shaped wall of their brutishly-looking bodyguards. The spectators didn’t show much of emotions at our appearance. I had a strong feeling that they kept staring at me rather than listening what Andrew, that is Santa Claus, was reciting. A little show followed then. Acrobats, jugglers and dancers performed one after another. I couldn’t notice that the performers were mostly very young girls, their outfits so gauzy and indecent that I felt like I was in a strip club rather than at a matinee. The eyes of men though, without any scruples devoured the showgirls’ amenities, and the men paid no attention at the jealousy of their wives and girlfriends. These bastards even indulged in dirty remarks about the beautiful performers, and no one dared to pull them up!
Then Santa declared a contest. The spectators bucked up at once. They obviously were not the newcomers at this occasion and they knew what they were here for! Andrew divided them into three teams and they started some sort of a stupid
competition
throwing darts, shooting air guns and other usual sort of animator’s tricks.
That did not at all demand much of my effort, I thought I was rather like some
kind of a prop at that show and I started examining the present ladies. Despite
their extravagant dresses they were no match to me in terms of our looks, the
fact immensely satisfied me. The members of a winner team had to fight further until an absolute winner was proclaimed and at last the contest was over. The winner was a six foot tall bare-faced fellow with disheveled hair. He came up to the scaffold with a smirk and there came an awful shock for me! It turned out that Snegurochka was the trophy in that contest! I was to become the winner’s toy for one hour and he could do with his trophy whatever came into his perverted mind!
I was just on the brink of exploding and telling them all to fuck off, when Andrew grabbed my arm and quickly dragged me over behind the curtains, where earlier the performers would wait for their turn to perform.
“Listen, girl,” he started, “you will get handsomely paid for it! Just remember how many girls of your age are walking the streets and doing it just for 50 bucks, while you will get as much as they make in a month!” “So go invite them from the streets,” I raved. “You gotta get it, it is very important that Snegurochka is not a hooker, it is what they are paying for! It isn’t a chance that you have been chosen. You better do what they want, or you will make it worse. They will finally get what they want against you will anyway, but I doubt they will leave you alive afterwards.” I was still mad, “Go fuck yourself! What can you do to me? The FSB** is right around the corner!” I turned around to go away.” “Ok, it is your choice” Andrew said behind my back, somewhat sadly.
They didn’t let me go though. Two pairs of strong hands grabbed me and at the same moment I felt a needle in my neck. Everything went around before my eyes and my body immediately got limb in the hands of the bodyguards.
When I came around I felt much happier. I had no idea what the injection was, but the stuff threw me high. I wanted to laugh, dance and… yes, fuck, and no matter who, at that. Some hands helped me to stand up. I little bit dizzy I returned to the scaffold. Seemingly, not much time had passed; the same tall jerk was still standing there, waiting for his prize. “Strip now!” he ordered to me. I didn’t’t mind at all. My hands acted on their own unbuttoning the robe, which slid down immediately. The tall guy jumped on the scaffold and close to me. His fingers painfully squeezed my nipples. “Now take these off!” he pointed at the bra and panties. I humbly unbuttoned the bra and pulled off the skimpy piece of cloth hardly covering my labia. Now I had only stockings, boots and diadem left on me. The guy impudently shoved his hand into my bare pussy. I took an instinctive try to push him away and got a loud slap for it. “Stand still, you bitch!” he shouted. He knew his ways about women. Sure, it wasn’t his first time. I had to resign myself to the circumstances. “Kneel down, whore!” he ordered. I kneeled down on my robe. “Now suck it!” He unzipped his fly and pulled his pants and boxers down. His big swollen cock was swinging right in my face. Helplessly I looked around and could see nothing but wry faces anticipating a show. A real show now. There was nobody around, who could stop this outrage! I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. His dick set itself against my throat, my face into his stomach. “Come on, suck it!” he shrieked. I tightened my lips around his penis and started the blowjob. “Do it properly,” he began instructing me, “at first touch it gently with your tongue, then suck at the dickhead, and then swallow the whole thing in.” This guy appeared to be an expert in blowjob business. I had to do my best and suck for real.
“Hey, slut, don’t even think about spilling it on my boy’s pants!” I heard a female’s voice. I opened my eyes and saw his girlfriend standing beside us and watching Snegurochka doing blowjob to her boyfriend! I couldn’t argue, for my mouth was full anyway, and at this moment my gentleman started trembling and shooting his cum into my throat. I had to follow the girl’s “advise” and be cautious not to spill a bit. The man pressed my head to his stomach and was whining of excitement. He withdrew his now droopy cock, patted my head and dragged himself back to his chair.
“Let now Santa rape her from behind!” ordered he, zipping up his pants. I was still on my knees, licking my lips.
“Well, granddaughter, let’s have some fun now.” I heard Andrew’s voice from behind. His palm lied onto my shoulder and slightly pushed me forward. I got on all fours and looked back. Having cast the coat off and naked above the waist he positioned himself behind me. He had wide shoulders and flat athletic stomach. With his right hand he pulled the patch on his pants, which appeared to be attached only by Velcro, and his huge cock fell out. The foreskin let his swollen purple dickhead out, a transparent drop on the tip, his scrotum shrunk into a tight wrinkled ball at the base of the penis.
After having showed off for a little while for the pleasure of the female spectators, he kneeled behind me and stuck his right hand between my legs. I had been dripping wet already for quite a while, and he immediately appreciated it. He grinned into his fake mustache, grabbed my butt-cheeks tight, moved his hips around feeling by the tip of his dick for the entrance into my little burning cave and suddenly with a loud “Ha” he drove his long instrument into my poor cunt. I jerked forward with a shriek, but Santa pulled me back so I found myself totally impaled onto his shaft. His dickhead squashed my womb giving me a lot of pain and incredible pleasure at the same time!
I cried with pleasure this time. I heard laughter around, but neither it, nor flashes of the cameras, buzzing of the video and dirty remarks of the guests, nothing could distract me now from the most delightful thing in the world. That injection broke all limits and liberated me from any shame and embarrassment. The only thing I wanted now was a sizeable tireless dick in my burning cunt, and I had it! Andrew was heavily pounding my poor vagina, now driving his cock up my hole deep to its root, so that I could feel his stiff pubic hair with my anal ring, now hardly pumping me up with a series of short pushes, only dickhead deep. We moaned and roared like wild animals and our sweaty bodies glittered in the flashes. But everything ends sometime: with a howling sound my partner one last time impaled me balls-deep with the tip of his dick right inside my opened in orgasm womb and started shamelessly spurting his sperm. I felt his hot cum streaming into the walls of my vagina and a weak thought came about that I should stop him or I would get preggy, but the drug suppressed my good sense and I went on foolishly having fun like a silly little goose, drooling and rolling up my eyes.
Loud cheers and wild applause brought me back to earth. Well, may be not as loud and wild, but I bet men around were clapping their hands. “Gentlemen, who would like to have some fun with Snegurochka?” Santa asked, wiping his now droopy cock.
“May I, please?”
“And I?”
“Me, too…” - could I hear around. In a minute, a dozen or more of these animals of all exteriors and ages surrounded me.
“Please, make a line, gentlemen!” Santa, as a good host, handled the event, and men quickly formed a line on the stage, pulling down their pants and boxers and voluptuously staring at my private parts. A wide bench upholstered with navy blue velvet was brought over and put on the stage meanwhile. Andrew helped me lie down on it with my tummy up and my butt at the edge. He pulled off my high-heels, sat on the bench and positioned the back of my head right between his thighs. He ordered me to lift my feet high, grabbed my ankles and spread them wide apart, making me all exposed and ready to receive whoever would wish to use me.
Next hour and a half I was busy with a continuous intercourse. First, I was raped by these big shots; I lost count of my orgasms, got tired and after all couldn’t cooperate with them swinging my hip, so I was just lying and smearing their sperm over my vagina and thighs… Next, there came the bodyguards’ turn. Their huge cocks were just ripping me apart and I fainted more than once. Every time I came around I saw Andrew’s big dick, swinging over my face, and a red face of another male, pounding his cock into my poor little cunt.
I think I lost my conscience finally for quite a while. When I regained it some time later and ringing in the ears gradually weakened, I could hear voices and then make out words. I had no strengths left to make a move and could hardly recall where I was and what was going on around. Then the meaning of the words started reaching my mind.
“Is she still alive?”
“Sure, she is. Just had to work a little, got tired and now is sound asleep, like a good girl.”
“Here comes your favorite part of the show, gen’men!” I recognized Santa’s, that is, Andrew’s voice. “Your Santa will hang Snegurochka by her slender neck for your pleasure and she will funny twitch in the noose, until piss herself and kick the bucket!”
I realized that they were going to hang me! I opened my eyes. The bench was gone and I was lying on the floor. My hands, tied together behind my back, got numb. While I was out they pulled off my own stockings and used them to tie my hands and my elbows tight together. Breaking free was out of question.
I looked around like a hunted down doe. I saw Andrew: he stood on two stools under the arch in the center of the scaffold tying a thick hemp line with a noose at the end to a steel ring fixed into the arch. After having pulled at the line to make sure
it was strong enough, he jumped down to the scaffold. Our eyes met. Andrew bent
over to me. “This is it, Nadia, time to end the show. I told you wouldn’t need
to learn no lines. You were very good and you did your job fine. Show us some
dancing now; I know you will make a perfect dancer even without a rehearsal!”His strong hands easily lifted me up and put on my feet. I stepped onto a little pool of sperm and my bare feet slipped on the scaffold’s wet surface, but Andrew had a good hold of me and didn’t let me fall. He lifted me up again to put onto a stool and climbed onto the other one. The rough rope slid over my face and I immediately felt the noose tightening around my neck. Andrew drove the hangman’s know over to position it behind my right ear and whispered:
“You made a cool Snegurochka, I liked you a lot, I am sorry you’re ending up like this. Farewell, sweetheart!” He jumped down leaving me alone on the stool. I looked around in terror but couldn’t find any sympathy, I saw nothing but expressions of content on their faces; men were watching me with last and desire, women with gloating delight and interest, all couldn’t wait to watch their favorite part of the matinee – hanging of a naked Snegurochka. All who had cameras were anxious to take pictures of the last moments of a poor young girl before she started kicking in the noose for their entertainment. Magic effect of the injection was already over and I was absolutely sober. It couldn’t help though, I was helpless and doomed. Crying or begging them for life would obviously not have any effect, but could only provoke them even more, adding to their pleasure. I didn’t want to die such a shameful death: a naked stupid cow dangling before the eyes of a crowd of drooling predators. I was sobbing and trembling, tears streaming down my cheeks. My skin was still wet from sweat and sperm of many men, so I was shivering with cold too. “This is just a bad dream,” I whispered, “it will be over soon.” And it was…
Somebody jerked the stool from under my feet; I fell down just a couple of inches and started swinging in the hemp noose. The coarse rope brutally scratched my skin, slowly tightening itself; I could still breathe. I was choking and coughing in the
noose.
At that moment I didn’t care a shit about dozens of eyes scrutinizing every bit
of my naked body. My lust for life made me struggle for every gulp of air, every
bit of it. Decency was the least thing to matter for me - I was wildly and
restlessly kicking: my long legs making unthinkable pas. Drops of sperm were
flying around from my overused cunt. Instinctively I found a way to ease up my
suffering a little. I pulled my knees up to my chest and then threw them down
with a jerk. For a split of a second the pressure on my neck would weaken, but
then the noose would get even tighter! On the other hand, it delivered a great
delight to the spectators! It was some show! Blood rushed into my head and I
couldn’t hear anything but loud noise in my ears, however, I could see the
cameras’ flashes through the flood of tears in my eyes. Eventually, I started to
lose my battle with the noose and began fainting. Black spots appeared before my
eyes, they went growing fast, and finally, darkness devoured me. My unfortunate body was dying. My huddled fingers got stiff, the head leaned to the left shoulder and tears froze in the wide-open blue eyes. My face turned purple but was still attractive, even despite the tongue, fallen out of the mouth. My long toes
with trimmed nails still moved around for a short while but the last tremble ran
through them and they died pointing down. Loud cheers welcomed yellow trickle of
piss running down my inner thighs and dropping onto the scaffold. I was done. My
dangling body was slowly turning at the rope under the decorated arch in the
centre of the department store…It was over for me, but not for the guests. The winner of the contest, one that raped me first, wanted to have a picture of his standing beside the hanged Snegurochka. They decorated my head again with the diadem, which I lost during the orgy, and the little rascal would strike poses beside my naked body, turning me now face, now butt to the camera, like if I were his hunting trophy. At that, his girlfriend would worry a lot asking him to be careful not to soil his expensive Armani suit with “the stuff all over this dirty bitch body”
His example was followed by others: everybody would want to have a picture of himself with my dead body.
Then
someone suggested a funny idea: “Lets decorate her like a Christmas tree!” and
they got to work. My hands were freed of ties but immediately tied down at the
ends of a broom-stick. My legs were next. Soon I resembled a starfish! Some
Christmas decorations were fixed to my fingers and toes and even to my nipples
and labia. Someone shoved a couple of petards into my ass and vagina. At last,
having had a lot of fun with my poor body that morning, the guests left… Andrew and two janitors cleared me of all decorations; took me out of the noose and each had a good-buy anal fuck with my still warm body. Then they crammed me into a black plastic bag and brought me out of the city in the trunk of their Lada*** to dump at one of the city dumps…
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* Snegurochka – “Snowgirl” in Russian, a popular character in Russian folklore, granddaughter of Santa Claus (“Grandfather Frost” in Russian tales). She is a young beautiful girl accompanying Grandfather Frost during New Year celebrations.
** FSB – Federal Security Service, former KGB.
*** Lada –Russian car make
Copyright by Nadia (2005).
Translated and Illustrated by Frol Nickitin (2005).