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![A MESSAGE BY THE MESSENGER - Louise [wearing the costumes to be specified by me later] walks briskly through a building, a lot focus on her feet.
Max is pacing in a room nervously. He got a call on his mobile phone. From the phone he heard “boss, the bitch is here”
Max said “send her…” before he can finish, the door burst open and Louise stormed in.
“Hello, welcome, Ms….” Max put up a smile as best as he could and reached out his hand for a shake
Louise is not taking any of it. Nonchalantly, she walked close enough to Max with their nose almost touching, she delivered the message “Mr.Petrov, you are addicted to alcohol and women, you almost lost the chip and you killed two undercover agents. You are putting the Corporation in grave danger. You should consider yourself lucky because the Boss appreciated your contribution in the past. Now, you will relinquish all the power and leave Moscow within 24 hours and never to be seen again” with that, she shoved a letter into Max’s hands.
The pair stared at each other for a second, then Louis’s expression softens. “ I am sorry Max, but this is already the best I can get for you. You cheated on me for those police bitches you killed, I hope they were worth it…”
“No of course not, they can’t even be compared with you. I am so sorry I made the mistake” Max flattered and pulled Louise in for a kiss. Louise tried to resist initially but quickly give in. The pair made out, Max pulled Louis’ panty down and threw it away, Louise stood facing the wall and Max did her from behind, without even taking her clothes off.
After done, Louise pulled away with a somber expression, “Now, this is the best I can do for you, I still love you but you have to go while you still can”. With that she turned and walked towards the door, without even bothering with picking up her panty. A lot show of her feet and legs again.
Max stared at her back, turning to a menacing look. He produced a hidden pistol and shot her 2 times in the middle of her back. Small entry wounds, but big exit wounds on her front in the stomach area. Louise gasped and stunned, she didn’t expect Max will shoot her. She looked down at the holes on her stomach, fumbled with the jagged edge of the hole. She turned around to face Max.
But before she can say a word, Max shot her 2 times again, on her left chest right through her heart. Small entry wound, but showing the large exit wound on her back please. Her body jerked and twisted to the left.
Just when she composed herself, 1 more shot went right thru her neck (slightly off the Center to the left please). She started to gasp for air apparently the shot severed her windpipe.
Max fired 1 more shot hitting her on the left cheek bone. Louise’s head snapped backwards but recovered immediately. She looked confused, touching the wound with her clean finger and looked at the finger, she saw blood.
Her expression bewildered, with a coarse voice (because neck was hit) she said “ You? You shot my face?”
Max fired the last killer shot. 1 shot on Louise’s forehead above her left eyebrow. With a puff and blood and brain spattering backwards. Her head snapped back again and this time her body collapsed onto the floor, in a twisted but sexy position.
Her eyes wide open, stare into the ceiling and she is dead. A pool of blood mixed with brain forming under her head. Some blood also dripping out of the wounds on her head and face
After a long and slow camera view of her beautiful corpse.
Max walked to Louise’s body he checked each wound. Turning her body during the process to show clearly the 4 wounds on her back and see the blood and brain mixed in her hair on the back of her skull.
He caressed her bare legs for long time. Then examined her shoes. This is the chance to show clearly the size 41 shoe size mark (important!). He took time to worship her feet.
Max said: “ sorry I had to do this. I need to send a message back. I’m not someone they can push around like this. Oh by the way you asked me if the two police women were worth it? Well in fact they are. Somehow I think you look a lot alike the first one I fucked. You also have nice big size 41 feet, but you don’t appear to be nearly as tough. The first policewoman took more than 40 bulleted and the second around 20, you are out after what, just 7 shots?”
With that word, he stood up and shot Louise 2 more times on her forehead: “ Sorry darling, I want to make you look a bit tougher hahaha”.
Another long and slow view of her body (now with all the 9 wounds )
Max started to remove Louise’s clothes meticulously piece by piece. But kept her shoes on (important) When she is totally naked, We shall see clearly the wounds on her flesh, Max flips her around rudely, then we also see the matching wounds on her back clearly. Very important to be meticulous here.
Final scene:
Max walked out and talking on his phone:” yes it’s time for us to fight , I just used that bitch to send them a message “.
Camera switches back to the room. Louise’s naked body is popped up sitting on a chair head against the wall as head support. Her eyes wide open, mouth slack with blood oozing out from the corner of her mouth. (Her body posture will be shown to you with a photo later ).. Her body is slightly cleaned so less bloody but all the 9 wounds are clearly visible. One of her shoe is still on her feet, the other was removed. The shoe was laid next to her feet so that the shoe size mark is visible.
A final very slow and detailed view of her body, wounds, and of course feet and shoes, and the shoe size.](studio/images/ambtmcover-2c2.jpg "A MESSAGE BY THE MESSENGER - Louise [wearing the costumes to be specified by me later] walks briskly through a building, a lot focus on her feet.
Max is pacing in a room nervously. He got a call on his mobile phone. From the phone he heard “boss, the bitch is here”
Max said “send her…” before he can finish, the door burst open and Louise stormed in.
“Hello, welcome, Ms….” Max put up a smile as best as he could and reached out his hand for a shake
Louise is not taking any of it. Nonchalantly, she walked close enough to Max with their nose almost touching, she delivered the message “Mr.Petrov, you are addicted to alcohol and women, you almost lost the chip and you killed two undercover agents. You are putting the Corporation in grave danger. You should consider yourself lucky because the Boss appreciated your contribution in the past. Now, you will relinquish all the power and leave Moscow within 24 hours and never to be seen again” with that, she shoved a letter into Max’s hands.
The pair stared at each other for a second, then Louis’s expression softens. “ I am sorry Max, but this is already the best I can get for you. You cheated on me for those police bitches you killed, I hope they were worth it…”
“No of course not, they can’t even be compared with you. I am so sorry I made the mistake” Max flattered and pulled Louise in for a kiss. Louise tried to resist initially but quickly give in. The pair made out, Max pulled Louis’ panty down and threw it away, Louise stood facing the wall and Max did her from behind, without even taking her clothes off.
After done, Louise pulled away with a somber expression, “Now, this is the best I can do for you, I still love you but you have to go while you still can”. With that she turned and walked towards the door, without even bothering with picking up her panty. A lot show of her feet and legs again.
Max stared at her back, turning to a menacing look. He produced a hidden pistol and shot her 2 times in the middle of her back. Small entry wounds, but big exit wounds on her front in the stomach area. Louise gasped and stunned, she didn’t expect Max will shoot her. She looked down at the holes on her stomach, fumbled with the jagged edge of the hole. She turned around to face Max.
But before she can say a word, Max shot her 2 times again, on her left chest right through her heart. Small entry wound, but showing the large exit wound on her back please. Her body jerked and twisted to the left.
Just when she composed herself, 1 more shot went right thru her neck (slightly off the Center to the left please). She started to gasp for air apparently the shot severed her windpipe.
Max fired 1 more shot hitting her on the left cheek bone. Louise’s head snapped backwards but recovered immediately. She looked confused, touching the wound with her clean finger and looked at the finger, she saw blood.
Her expression bewildered, with a coarse voice (because neck was hit) she said “ You? You shot my face?”
Max fired the last killer shot. 1 shot on Louise’s forehead above her left eyebrow. With a puff and blood and brain spattering backwards. Her head snapped back again and this time her body collapsed onto the floor, in a twisted but sexy position.
Her eyes wide open, stare into the ceiling and she is dead. A pool of blood mixed with brain forming under her head. Some blood also dripping out of the wounds on her head and face
After a long and slow camera view of her beautiful corpse.
Max walked to Louise’s body he checked each wound. Turning her body during the process to show clearly the 4 wounds on her back and see the blood and brain mixed in her hair on the back of her skull.
He caressed her bare legs for long time. Then examined her shoes. This is the chance to show clearly the size 41 shoe size mark (important!). He took time to worship her feet.
Max said: “ sorry I had to do this. I need to send a message back. I’m not someone they can push around like this. Oh by the way you asked me if the two police women were worth it? Well in fact they are. Somehow I think you look a lot alike the first one I fucked. You also have nice big size 41 feet, but you don’t appear to be nearly as tough. The first policewoman took more than 40 bulleted and the second around 20, you are out after what, just 7 shots?”
With that word, he stood up and shot Louise 2 more times on her forehead: “ Sorry darling, I want to make you look a bit tougher hahaha”.
Another long and slow view of her body (now with all the 9 wounds )
Max started to remove Louise’s clothes meticulously piece by piece. But kept her shoes on (important) When she is totally naked, We shall see clearly the wounds on her flesh, Max flips her around rudely, then we also see the matching wounds on her back clearly. Very important to be meticulous here.
Final scene:
Max walked out and talking on his phone:” yes it’s time for us to fight , I just used that bitch to send them a message “.
Camera switches back to the room. Louise’s naked body is popped up sitting on a chair head against the wall as head support. Her eyes wide open, mouth slack with blood oozing out from the corner of her mouth. (Her body posture will be shown to you with a photo later ).. Her body is slightly cleaned so less bloody but all the 9 wounds are clearly visible. One of her shoe is still on her feet, the other was removed. The shoe was laid next to her feet so that the shoe size mark is visible.
A final very slow and detailed view of her body, wounds, and of course feet and shoes, and the shoe size.")
![THE ELF AND BAD SANTA - THE ELF AND BAD SANTA
CUSTOM
CAST: Tatiana, Max, Annabelle
The theme of this story is that Tatiana is called to the office to be punished for naughty things she has done against Christmas. She is insolent and defiant, but wants to keep her job, so she admits to some sins, willing to take a little punishment, never thinking that Max the enforcer knows all the bad things she has done, or what her ultimate punishment is.
The enforcer begins to list her sins, and with each sin, gives her a punishment.
I will leave it to your creative genius to use as many offenses and punishments as you can, till we get closer to the climax.
Some transgressions she has committed: Misaddressing Christmas cards, hiding presents, badly wrapping presents, putting the wrong presents in the wrong packages, keeping toys for herself, not singing Christmas carols, using the wrong words in carols, not being happy with children on Santa’s lap, showing her cleavage to little boys, denying reindeer can fly—whatever you and your crew can think of.
Each offense is punished by progressive harder, sexier, more sadistic punishments, such as slapping her hand, spanking her bottom (hand and/or ruler), face slapping, stomach punch, breast slap, hair pull, whipping her bottom, face punch, choking (one or both hands).
It is IMPERATIVE that T’s elf take these punishments with amusement, surprise, and pleasure (mixed with pain), willingly submitting even while showing some resentment at the abuse. The harder they get, the more pleased surprise she shows—wide eyes, open mouth, with some pain but also delight.
As the list of sins goes on and on, however, and the punishments get harder, though, she beings to regret her willingness to accept them.
Two essential punishments for moderately severe offenses against Christmas:
One: T is forced to kneel on the ground and bend over at the waist, face shoved forward into the carpet, her bottom in the air. Her feet are tied together and her hands are tied behind her back. Her short dress is pulled up to expose her almost bare bottom, and she is paddled with something like a ping-pong paddle. She gasps and cries with pain and struggles, and cries insults at the enforcer, but doesn’t really try get away or stop him.
Two: T, still being insolent, runs and sits in the enforcer’s large, luxurious armchair, being impishly disobedient, having fun and mocking the enforcer’s seriousness, and what she regards as minor offenses.
T (sitting the chair like a queen): This could be mine! I could do your job! You think you can keep me in line? You hit like a girl! Sissy! Poor little boy, trying to be mean! Come her—at my feet!
M (slowly approaches the chair, and pulls up the ottoman so he can sit close to T): Little elf, I have not even begun to give you what you deserve. (Suddenly, punches her breast (close up) hard enough to bounce her off the back of the chair.)
T (Gasps and shrieks a little, but lies back, wide eyed, looking at M with astonishment): Wow!
M: You were saying? (Punches her other breast, just as hard (close up)).
T: Owww! (Eyes even wider, mouth open with utter surprise, both at what M is doing and at her enjoyment of it. She touches her breasts, then looks wantingly at M, and puts her hands back against the back of the chair, by her head, inviting more hits).
M (punches her breast even harder (close up).
T: Uhhhhh! (Head bouncing forward then back, then head leaning back, eyes almost closed, lips parted, in obvious pleasure. She stays in her previous position, exposed.)
M (laughs a little, then punches her other breast, again bouncing her off the chair back).
T: Oooph! (slumps in the chair, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being hit so erotically)
M (stands, grabs the front of T’s dress and pulls her up, into the middle of the room. She wobbles on her feet. M grabs her breasts and pulls her toward him, her head and arms flying behind her. He then spins in a tight circle, swing T by her breasts in front of him. After two circles (her eyes wide, gasping and crying), he flings her by her breasts across the room. She hits the floor and rolls under the Christmas tree. As she lies there still, M goes to his desk to see what else T must be punished for. She crawls timidly out from under the tree, unsure if she likes this game anymore.)
(T decides to try to seduce the enforcer, so she comes to him and tries to hug and caress him, rubbing her body against him, enticing him with her eyes, showing him her cleavage. He lets her do what she wants for a while, then shoves her away.)
After being rejected and shoved the floor, she continues to try to seduce him, by preening, stretching, raising her stockinged legs, spreading her legs, rolling about, showing off her body in various inviting poses. He ignores her at first, but finally exasperated, goes to the large armchair and sits. He pats his lap and says, “Come sit on my lap.â€
Tatiana (thinking she was won the battle): “On your lap? I’d love to.â€
Max: Yes. Come here. I want to beat you.
Tatiana (surprised, but liking the idea): You want to beat me?
Max: Yes, I want to beat you. You need to be beaten.
T (get up off the floor and sits on M’s lap, wraps her arm around him): You can beat me, but wouldn’t you rather do something else?
M (laughs and begins nuzzling and caressing T all over, quickly getting an excited response from her. He lets her hair down, and when she is breathing heavy, he stops caressing her. “Ready?â€
T: Yes! Yes! Ready for what?
M (takes her by the hair): This! (hit her hard twice in one breast with the side of his hand (the thumb side), like the edge of a knife or axe, knocking the wind out of T) [we must see these hits close up to know what’s happening]
T (responds to hits with even more excitement)
M (caresses her some more, then moves her around and hits her other breast on the nipple four times with the side of his hand; T jerks and gasps with each hit)
T (moaning with pleasure): Oh, my God!
M (to himself): Yes, you’ll meet him soon enough! (hits her breast twice more, as she gasps) You’ve been so bad, trying to seduce Father Christmas’s enforcer! How hard should I hit you for that?
T: As hard as you want!
M (hits her four more times in the breast)
T (gasps and twists with each hit, but doesn’t try to stop M or protect herself)
M (after a pause, hits her breast twice more): This is good. How many times should I hit you for this new offense?
T (breathless, knowing she will be hit again): As many times as I deserve!
M (shifts her around again and hits her other breast six times, fast and hard (close ups); T jerks and gasps with each hit).
T: Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
M: Naughty elf! You don’t deserve your elf costume! Take it off!
T (stand, strips off her dress, sits back on M’s lap): Yes, I’ve been so naughty!
M (holding her by the hair, still using the edge of his hand, hit each of T’s breasts several times)
T: Beat me! Hurt me!
M: You want to be hurt? Take off your bra!
T (eagerly takes off bra and throws it away)
M (grabs one breast and holds it tightly (close up) while, using his palm now, slams his hand into each breast (close up) half a dozen times (fully shot to show holding her by the breast while hitting her, her arms spread wide, defenseless); T is becoming delirious with joyful/pain).
M (shoves her off his lap and onto the floor): On your knees! Hands behind you! Head back! Lean back!
T (crawls to the middle of the rug on the floor and does as instructed)
M (kneels on the floor in front of T and punches her in each breast a number of times with his fist; T responds with little shrieks. M hits her again, very hard, sprawling her on her floor, face down. He slips his hand under her, grabs her breast and pulls her by her breast onto her back (close up of this action). She lies, arms spread wide, breathing hard. He straddles her, grabs her breasts, and pulls her up till she is bent at the waist. She hangs by her breasts in his hands, arms limp, head hanging back.)
M: You think you were going to get away with all your sins? (Shakes T up and down) Did you? (shakes her up and down more, pushing and pulling her by her breasts; view sides and from above as he does) Did you think you could seduce me and escape your punishment? (shakes her) Did you?
T (finally trying to remove his hands, without success): No, no! I didn’t mean anything! I know I deserve what’s happening!
M (shoves her to the floor and sits again at his desk, consulting his papers): That beating was just for trying to avoid being disciplined for your worst sins against Christmas. Do you understand that?
T (Still on the floor): Yes. I’m sorry. I won’t do that again! I promise! I’ll take what’s coming to me.
M: You certainly will. (Consults papers) I’m coming to the end of the list, and I see here, you have two of the worst possible sins. The second worst sin is, you have told children that Father Christmas doesn’t exist!
T: But—but—I’ve never seen him! I might be working all day for someone’s imagination!
M: And you compound the sin to me! Stand up! By the fire, face me and take your punishment!
T (stands, feet together, in front of the fire)
M: Deny Father Christmas, will you? (slaps her face hard, a dozen times)
T (astonished, after the last slap): Show him to me!
M: You’re just making it worse for yourself! (slaps her breasts a dozen times)
T (crying): I’ve done nothing wrong! He’s not real!
M: Hands behind your head!
T (clasps hands behind her head, staring at M, knowing she is going to be hit): Do it!
M (punches T hard in left breast four times (close up!)
T (at fourth hit, staggers backward)
M: What are you doing? I’m not done!
T (resumes her position, hands behind her head)
M (punches each breast several times on the nipple, and sideways (close ups), total six hits)
T (doubles over, hands over her chest)
M: Stand up! You’re not finished!
T (resumes position, hands behind her head)
M: Father Christmas does exist! (punches each breast three times, hard than ever, finishes with one more vicious breast punch that sends T to the floor; she lies on her side, arms stretched above her head)
M: Some elf you were! (Kicks her in the breasts, rolling her across the floor several times, then returns to desk)
T (slowly recovers, gathering her clothes (bra, dress, gloves, cap)as M returns to his desk; as he checks off items, she starts to stumble toward the door)
M: Wait! There’s just one more thing.
T (actually frightened now): I haven’t done anything else!
M: Yes, you have. (Leaves desk and pulls T by her hair back into the room, to the large chair. He pulls the ottoman into the middle of room while still holding T).
M (holding T by the hair) You’ve told children THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS CHRISTMAS!!! That is an offense worthy of death!
T: Nooooo!
M (sits on ottoman, pulling T down backward so she is lying across his legs, on her back)
M: There is no greater offense, and no greater punishment! (Wraps a red stocking around T’s neck and tightens it. As T struggles against the beginning of the strangulation): Choose between being beaten to death (punches her breast on the nipple) or being strangled! (tightens stocking)
T (Speechless, terrified)
(For the next several minutes, T alternately tries to stop the strangulation and stop the beating. When her hands try to pull the stocking away, M punches her breasts until T tries to protect her breasts with her hands. When she tries to protect herself, he tightens the stocking a little more, edging her closer to asphyxiation. This process repeats itself 3-4 times (distance shots and close ups). Finally, T realizes she being strangled and death is near, so she stops trying to protect her breasts. She claws at the stocking while M repeated punches each breast, harder and harder, trying to distract her; T lets him hit her, because she’s just trying to survive. But it’s too late. Slowly, even as M continues to hit her, her arms fall back behind her head. M cinches the stocking down and punches her breasts until T shows no signs of life, and hangs limply across his lap. He lifts her head by the stocking and shakes it, then pulls it back down and punches her breasts several more times (clearly seen). Finally, he rolls her off his lap onto the floor, and kicks her onto her back.)
M (kneels and straddles her, grabs her breasts and pulls her up into a sitting position; she hangs by her breasts, dead, in his hands (mandatory: (1) side view, (2) close up, (3) camera moving from behind T, seeing her face, up and over her to look down on her breasts in M’s hands) and (4) view from high up above): Naughty, naughty elf! Father Christmas is the nicest old man in the world, and there’s no place for tarts like you, who question his existence and ruin children’s dreams! (Drops her, stands and stomps on each breast several times hard enough to bounce her off the floor, saying “Bad elf!†with each stomp).
M (returns to desk, consults papers): So much to do, so much to do! (He works for a while, until his eyes stray and he sees a boy’s toy still unwrapped—a toy pistol that shoots rubber suction cup darts [e.g. by the Dreidel Company Detective Set, less than USD $10 on Amazon]. He looks at T’s body, and has an idea.
He props T’s body up against a wall (using whatever means you like to keep her upright), then takes some women’s lipsticks and draws round targets on her breasts, with her nipples as the bullseyes, then amuses himself for a while shooting the suction cup darts against her breasts (2x the 10-11 darts). She stands passively, restrained up against the wall, head to one side, eyes open, lips slightly parted, as the darts hit her breasts and nipples (close ups), though they simply indent her breasts but don’t stick. He enjoys this at first, but quickly tires of it. He looks at T, looks around the room, and decides it needs more decoration. He ties her hands behind her back and her arms to each other (she is limp, so he has to continually manhandle her, pushing her up against a wall and holding her there alternately by her neck, her hair, and just one breast), and then ties her feet together and, ties her thighs together, then wraps her body in a string of lighted Christmas lights (including wrapping some tightly around her breasts), puts her red stocking cap on her head, and hangs her by the neck from the ceiling. )
M (pours himself a drink and works at his desk as T dangles in the background): So much to do! So much to do!
(The clock ticks by the hours, till it is near midnight. M finally lowers T and takes off all the lights and wrappings. He then makes out a label: “Return to workshop. Defective elf merchandise.†He then pulls out a large cardboard box and stuffs T into it, then stuffs packing papers around her, seals it up, put on the label and has it carted off by more helpers.
M (back at his desk): So much to do, so much to do!
(There’s a knock at his door, and another beautiful, sexily clad elf comes in and says): “Is this where I come to be punished for my sins?â€
Max winks at the camera.](studio/images/theelfbadsantascreens-491.jpg "THE ELF AND BAD SANTA - THE ELF AND BAD SANTA
CUSTOM
CAST: Tatiana, Max, Annabelle
The theme of this story is that Tatiana is called to the office to be punished for naughty things she has done against Christmas. She is insolent and defiant, but wants to keep her job, so she admits to some sins, willing to take a little punishment, never thinking that Max the enforcer knows all the bad things she has done, or what her ultimate punishment is.
The enforcer begins to list her sins, and with each sin, gives her a punishment.
I will leave it to your creative genius to use as many offenses and punishments as you can, till we get closer to the climax.
Some transgressions she has committed: Misaddressing Christmas cards, hiding presents, badly wrapping presents, putting the wrong presents in the wrong packages, keeping toys for herself, not singing Christmas carols, using the wrong words in carols, not being happy with children on Santa’s lap, showing her cleavage to little boys, denying reindeer can fly—whatever you and your crew can think of.
Each offense is punished by progressive harder, sexier, more sadistic punishments, such as slapping her hand, spanking her bottom (hand and/or ruler), face slapping, stomach punch, breast slap, hair pull, whipping her bottom, face punch, choking (one or both hands).
It is IMPERATIVE that T’s elf take these punishments with amusement, surprise, and pleasure (mixed with pain), willingly submitting even while showing some resentment at the abuse. The harder they get, the more pleased surprise she shows—wide eyes, open mouth, with some pain but also delight.
As the list of sins goes on and on, however, and the punishments get harder, though, she beings to regret her willingness to accept them.
Two essential punishments for moderately severe offenses against Christmas:
One: T is forced to kneel on the ground and bend over at the waist, face shoved forward into the carpet, her bottom in the air. Her feet are tied together and her hands are tied behind her back. Her short dress is pulled up to expose her almost bare bottom, and she is paddled with something like a ping-pong paddle. She gasps and cries with pain and struggles, and cries insults at the enforcer, but doesn’t really try get away or stop him.
Two: T, still being insolent, runs and sits in the enforcer’s large, luxurious armchair, being impishly disobedient, having fun and mocking the enforcer’s seriousness, and what she regards as minor offenses.
T (sitting the chair like a queen): This could be mine! I could do your job! You think you can keep me in line? You hit like a girl! Sissy! Poor little boy, trying to be mean! Come her—at my feet!
M (slowly approaches the chair, and pulls up the ottoman so he can sit close to T): Little elf, I have not even begun to give you what you deserve. (Suddenly, punches her breast (close up) hard enough to bounce her off the back of the chair.)
T (Gasps and shrieks a little, but lies back, wide eyed, looking at M with astonishment): Wow!
M: You were saying? (Punches her other breast, just as hard (close up)).
T: Owww! (Eyes even wider, mouth open with utter surprise, both at what M is doing and at her enjoyment of it. She touches her breasts, then looks wantingly at M, and puts her hands back against the back of the chair, by her head, inviting more hits).
M (punches her breast even harder (close up).
T: Uhhhhh! (Head bouncing forward then back, then head leaning back, eyes almost closed, lips parted, in obvious pleasure. She stays in her previous position, exposed.)
M (laughs a little, then punches her other breast, again bouncing her off the chair back).
T: Oooph! (slumps in the chair, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being hit so erotically)
M (stands, grabs the front of T’s dress and pulls her up, into the middle of the room. She wobbles on her feet. M grabs her breasts and pulls her toward him, her head and arms flying behind her. He then spins in a tight circle, swing T by her breasts in front of him. After two circles (her eyes wide, gasping and crying), he flings her by her breasts across the room. She hits the floor and rolls under the Christmas tree. As she lies there still, M goes to his desk to see what else T must be punished for. She crawls timidly out from under the tree, unsure if she likes this game anymore.)
(T decides to try to seduce the enforcer, so she comes to him and tries to hug and caress him, rubbing her body against him, enticing him with her eyes, showing him her cleavage. He lets her do what she wants for a while, then shoves her away.)
After being rejected and shoved the floor, she continues to try to seduce him, by preening, stretching, raising her stockinged legs, spreading her legs, rolling about, showing off her body in various inviting poses. He ignores her at first, but finally exasperated, goes to the large armchair and sits. He pats his lap and says, “Come sit on my lap.â€
Tatiana (thinking she was won the battle): “On your lap? I’d love to.â€
Max: Yes. Come here. I want to beat you.
Tatiana (surprised, but liking the idea): You want to beat me?
Max: Yes, I want to beat you. You need to be beaten.
T (get up off the floor and sits on M’s lap, wraps her arm around him): You can beat me, but wouldn’t you rather do something else?
M (laughs and begins nuzzling and caressing T all over, quickly getting an excited response from her. He lets her hair down, and when she is breathing heavy, he stops caressing her. “Ready?â€
T: Yes! Yes! Ready for what?
M (takes her by the hair): This! (hit her hard twice in one breast with the side of his hand (the thumb side), like the edge of a knife or axe, knocking the wind out of T) [we must see these hits close up to know what’s happening]
T (responds to hits with even more excitement)
M (caresses her some more, then moves her around and hits her other breast on the nipple four times with the side of his hand; T jerks and gasps with each hit)
T (moaning with pleasure): Oh, my God!
M (to himself): Yes, you’ll meet him soon enough! (hits her breast twice more, as she gasps) You’ve been so bad, trying to seduce Father Christmas’s enforcer! How hard should I hit you for that?
T: As hard as you want!
M (hits her four more times in the breast)
T (gasps and twists with each hit, but doesn’t try to stop M or protect herself)
M (after a pause, hits her breast twice more): This is good. How many times should I hit you for this new offense?
T (breathless, knowing she will be hit again): As many times as I deserve!
M (shifts her around again and hits her other breast six times, fast and hard (close ups); T jerks and gasps with each hit).
T: Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
M: Naughty elf! You don’t deserve your elf costume! Take it off!
T (stand, strips off her dress, sits back on M’s lap): Yes, I’ve been so naughty!
M (holding her by the hair, still using the edge of his hand, hit each of T’s breasts several times)
T: Beat me! Hurt me!
M: You want to be hurt? Take off your bra!
T (eagerly takes off bra and throws it away)
M (grabs one breast and holds it tightly (close up) while, using his palm now, slams his hand into each breast (close up) half a dozen times (fully shot to show holding her by the breast while hitting her, her arms spread wide, defenseless); T is becoming delirious with joyful/pain).
M (shoves her off his lap and onto the floor): On your knees! Hands behind you! Head back! Lean back!
T (crawls to the middle of the rug on the floor and does as instructed)
M (kneels on the floor in front of T and punches her in each breast a number of times with his fist; T responds with little shrieks. M hits her again, very hard, sprawling her on her floor, face down. He slips his hand under her, grabs her breast and pulls her by her breast onto her back (close up of this action). She lies, arms spread wide, breathing hard. He straddles her, grabs her breasts, and pulls her up till she is bent at the waist. She hangs by her breasts in his hands, arms limp, head hanging back.)
M: You think you were going to get away with all your sins? (Shakes T up and down) Did you? (shakes her up and down more, pushing and pulling her by her breasts; view sides and from above as he does) Did you think you could seduce me and escape your punishment? (shakes her) Did you?
T (finally trying to remove his hands, without success): No, no! I didn’t mean anything! I know I deserve what’s happening!
M (shoves her to the floor and sits again at his desk, consulting his papers): That beating was just for trying to avoid being disciplined for your worst sins against Christmas. Do you understand that?
T (Still on the floor): Yes. I’m sorry. I won’t do that again! I promise! I’ll take what’s coming to me.
M: You certainly will. (Consults papers) I’m coming to the end of the list, and I see here, you have two of the worst possible sins. The second worst sin is, you have told children that Father Christmas doesn’t exist!
T: But—but—I’ve never seen him! I might be working all day for someone’s imagination!
M: And you compound the sin to me! Stand up! By the fire, face me and take your punishment!
T (stands, feet together, in front of the fire)
M: Deny Father Christmas, will you? (slaps her face hard, a dozen times)
T (astonished, after the last slap): Show him to me!
M: You’re just making it worse for yourself! (slaps her breasts a dozen times)
T (crying): I’ve done nothing wrong! He’s not real!
M: Hands behind your head!
T (clasps hands behind her head, staring at M, knowing she is going to be hit): Do it!
M (punches T hard in left breast four times (close up!)
T (at fourth hit, staggers backward)
M: What are you doing? I’m not done!
T (resumes her position, hands behind her head)
M (punches each breast several times on the nipple, and sideways (close ups), total six hits)
T (doubles over, hands over her chest)
M: Stand up! You’re not finished!
T (resumes position, hands behind her head)
M: Father Christmas does exist! (punches each breast three times, hard than ever, finishes with one more vicious breast punch that sends T to the floor; she lies on her side, arms stretched above her head)
M: Some elf you were! (Kicks her in the breasts, rolling her across the floor several times, then returns to desk)
T (slowly recovers, gathering her clothes (bra, dress, gloves, cap)as M returns to his desk; as he checks off items, she starts to stumble toward the door)
M: Wait! There’s just one more thing.
T (actually frightened now): I haven’t done anything else!
M: Yes, you have. (Leaves desk and pulls T by her hair back into the room, to the large chair. He pulls the ottoman into the middle of room while still holding T).
M (holding T by the hair) You’ve told children THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS CHRISTMAS!!! That is an offense worthy of death!
T: Nooooo!
M (sits on ottoman, pulling T down backward so she is lying across his legs, on her back)
M: There is no greater offense, and no greater punishment! (Wraps a red stocking around T’s neck and tightens it. As T struggles against the beginning of the strangulation): Choose between being beaten to death (punches her breast on the nipple) or being strangled! (tightens stocking)
T (Speechless, terrified)
(For the next several minutes, T alternately tries to stop the strangulation and stop the beating. When her hands try to pull the stocking away, M punches her breasts until T tries to protect her breasts with her hands. When she tries to protect herself, he tightens the stocking a little more, edging her closer to asphyxiation. This process repeats itself 3-4 times (distance shots and close ups). Finally, T realizes she being strangled and death is near, so she stops trying to protect her breasts. She claws at the stocking while M repeated punches each breast, harder and harder, trying to distract her; T lets him hit her, because she’s just trying to survive. But it’s too late. Slowly, even as M continues to hit her, her arms fall back behind her head. M cinches the stocking down and punches her breasts until T shows no signs of life, and hangs limply across his lap. He lifts her head by the stocking and shakes it, then pulls it back down and punches her breasts several more times (clearly seen). Finally, he rolls her off his lap onto the floor, and kicks her onto her back.)
M (kneels and straddles her, grabs her breasts and pulls her up into a sitting position; she hangs by her breasts, dead, in his hands (mandatory: (1) side view, (2) close up, (3) camera moving from behind T, seeing her face, up and over her to look down on her breasts in M’s hands) and (4) view from high up above): Naughty, naughty elf! Father Christmas is the nicest old man in the world, and there’s no place for tarts like you, who question his existence and ruin children’s dreams! (Drops her, stands and stomps on each breast several times hard enough to bounce her off the floor, saying “Bad elf!†with each stomp).
M (returns to desk, consults papers): So much to do, so much to do! (He works for a while, until his eyes stray and he sees a boy’s toy still unwrapped—a toy pistol that shoots rubber suction cup darts [e.g. by the Dreidel Company Detective Set, less than USD $10 on Amazon]. He looks at T’s body, and has an idea.
He props T’s body up against a wall (using whatever means you like to keep her upright), then takes some women’s lipsticks and draws round targets on her breasts, with her nipples as the bullseyes, then amuses himself for a while shooting the suction cup darts against her breasts (2x the 10-11 darts). She stands passively, restrained up against the wall, head to one side, eyes open, lips slightly parted, as the darts hit her breasts and nipples (close ups), though they simply indent her breasts but don’t stick. He enjoys this at first, but quickly tires of it. He looks at T, looks around the room, and decides it needs more decoration. He ties her hands behind her back and her arms to each other (she is limp, so he has to continually manhandle her, pushing her up against a wall and holding her there alternately by her neck, her hair, and just one breast), and then ties her feet together and, ties her thighs together, then wraps her body in a string of lighted Christmas lights (including wrapping some tightly around her breasts), puts her red stocking cap on her head, and hangs her by the neck from the ceiling. )
M (pours himself a drink and works at his desk as T dangles in the background): So much to do! So much to do!
(The clock ticks by the hours, till it is near midnight. M finally lowers T and takes off all the lights and wrappings. He then makes out a label: “Return to workshop. Defective elf merchandise.†He then pulls out a large cardboard box and stuffs T into it, then stuffs packing papers around her, seals it up, put on the label and has it carted off by more helpers.
M (back at his desk): So much to do, so much to do!
(There’s a knock at his door, and another beautiful, sexily clad elf comes in and says): “Is this where I come to be punished for my sins?â€
Max winks at the camera.")
