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-941.jpg "KNIFE DUELING - KNIFE DUELING
CUSTOM
STARRING: KEILA, KELLY, ALICE MIREN, MARYANN, MAX
Fetish Elements
Knives, Stabbing, Cat fighting to the death, Battle, Diver Outfits
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The man is seated in the chair, holding his gun and facing the rest of the room. There is a little bell on the armrest of his chair.
One team of girls is standing against one wall, the other stands against the opposite wall. The camera pans over the girls and you can see a mixture of fear and excitement on their faces. On a table against the third wall are two pairs of knives.
The man gets up and walks over to the black team with two straws in one hand. He offers them one girl. She draws the long straw, so that the other, with a resigned expression, walks over to the table, picks up two knives and takes up her position. He walks over to the blue team, and this time the first girl to draw gets the short straw, so that she too takes up a pair of knives and takes up her combat position opposite the first girl.
The man sits down and rings his bell. The girls begin to fight. You can have them give one another flesh wounds before the black team member lands a knife in her opponent's belly. The blue girl cries out, dropping one knife. The black girl withdraws the knife, and the blue girl staggers drunkenly, raising her remaining knife to attack. But the black girl easily knocks it out of her hand and lands a knife below the blue girl's left breast. This time she leaves the knife there. the blue girl clutches it, and falls to her knees, coughing blood. The black girl gives here a kick and she falls on her back, still clutching the knife, and lies writhing, spasming and coughing blood until she dies. The black girl pulls out the knife and raises both arms above her head in a victory gesture. She resumes her place beside her team mate.
This time the remaining two team members know that it is their turn. They take up position and, when the man rings the bell, they begin to fight. Again you can have them inflict flesh wounds. But this time it is the blue girl who lands an upper thrust above her opponent's left breast. She follows through with a belly wound. The black girl drops both knives and falls drunkenly to her knees. The blue girl gets behind her, pulls her head back by the hair and cuts her throat. The black girl falls forward, spasming and coughing lots of blood until she dies. Now it is the blue girl who raises her arms in triumph.
Now the surviving girl from the black team gets up to face her new opponent. Both girls are disheveled, with flesh wounds. After some sparring and some more flesh wounds, the black girl, stepping backwards, trips against one of the dead girls. The blue girl seizes this moment to slash her opponent's side below the ribs. But the black girl regains her balance, attacking and landing two thrusts to the blue girl's belly. The blue girl falls on her back, her body shaking, apparently all but spent. Throwing one knife aside the black girl sits astride her. She throws her head back back in savage triumph and raises her remaining knife high with both hands, preparing to plunge it into her opponent's chest. But the blue girl, in a lightning gesture with her remaining strength, plunges a knife in below her opponent's left breast. The black girl's expression changes from triumph to pain to puzzlement, Her upper body rocks slightly forward and she coughs blood. The blue girl tries to laugh but only manages to cough blood. The black girl's expression goes blank and she falls forward. Both girls spasm, shiver and die. The camera pans over the four corpses.
The man lines up the corpses on their backs. The camera pans over them fully clothed. One by one he unzips their uniforms, revealing their breasts. Another camera pan. Then he strips their bodies for one last camera pan.")
![BEAUTY TO SOIL 2 - They are talking about the plague
Edward: We must be fast! We have no time to get testing approval. I want to try this by myself.
Nadezhda: Are there any other ways?
Edward: no, if I survive, we will succeed. If I die, we are close to it.
[Edward is going to drink the untested medicine, but Nadezhda take the medicine before him]
[Edward is shocked]
Nadezhda [smile]: I trust your knowledge.
Nadezhda: If I die, don’t call an ambulance. You know how fast it is. Just record the death process.
Nadezhda starts feeling bad. She knows she is going to die. She took off her uniform and showed her beautiful clothes behind it.
Nadezhda [talk to Edward]: Am I beautiful?
Edward: Yes… Are you ok?
Nadezhda: You failed…
[Nadezhda start feel pain in her stomach]
Nadezhda [smile]: I know you like me, you just don\'t dare to say.
Nadezhda [shy]: After I die, my corpse is just dead meat. I will feel nothing. I won’t be angry if you do anything to me…
Edward [sad]: No… no…
Nadezhda starts to struggle on the ground. Edward tries to hug her.
The face and other skin of Nadezhda is fully sweated.
Nadezhda’s eyes are looking straight forward.
Blood starts coming out from Nadezhda’s mouth and nose.
The struggle becomes very strong. Including “opisthotonos”
Nadezhda’s struggle becomes weaker and weaker…
She has a very rapid and small extent struggle with a long interval.
At last, Nadezhda becomes very weak and only head can move. Her pussy and ass were soaking wet and her hair was soaked with sweat
Nadezhda[weak]: please clean my body…
Nadezhda is dead.
Her eyes are half open.
Her mouth is also half open.
For the eyes, don’t let the eyes become fully white.
When she turns her head, her eyes should follow it. The pupil should always be in the center (living people tend to turn their eyes before they turn their head. However, we need to avoid this here).
Edward uses a towel to clean Nadezhda’s face.
Then, he took off Nadezhda’s clothes. Nadezhda’s body is also fully sweated. So he used a towel to clean it.
Nadezhda’s body is still very soft since she was just dead for minutes.
Edward uses a white cloth to cover Nadezhda’s body and starts crying on her body.
He is so sad and tired. He fell asleep on her body…
After a night, Edward weakup.
He noticed that Nadezhda had been dead for 12 hours.
[note that Nadezhda’s eyes are still half open]
Edward tried to put Nadezhda’s clothes back on her body, but he found her body was so stiff that cannot move at all.
To show this, Edward first tried to move her arm, and Nadezhda’s arm just moved a little bit.
Then, Edward tries to turn Nadezhda’s body, and her body is turning as a solid body (compared to soft people, their legs, arms will move during the process). See reference.
On her back, the area that is not touching ground (back neck, waist) showing dark red color (post-mortem lividity), see reference.
Edward gave up and waited for her body to become soft…
After two days, Nadezhda’s body starts to rot and become soft.
Due to the rot reactions, her body became sweaty again.
But Edward cannot clean such a body. Luckly, Nadezhda’s body is very soft now. He can put clothes back on her body now.](studio/images/_1057_1085_1080_1084_1086_1082_1087_1083_1077_1077_1088_1072_16-d73.png "BEAUTY TO SOIL 2 - They are talking about the plague
Edward: We must be fast! We have no time to get testing approval. I want to try this by myself.
Nadezhda: Are there any other ways?
Edward: no, if I survive, we will succeed. If I die, we are close to it.
[Edward is going to drink the untested medicine, but Nadezhda take the medicine before him]
[Edward is shocked]
Nadezhda [smile]: I trust your knowledge.
Nadezhda: If I die, don’t call an ambulance. You know how fast it is. Just record the death process.
Nadezhda starts feeling bad. She knows she is going to die. She took off her uniform and showed her beautiful clothes behind it.
Nadezhda [talk to Edward]: Am I beautiful?
Edward: Yes… Are you ok?
Nadezhda: You failed…
[Nadezhda start feel pain in her stomach]
Nadezhda [smile]: I know you like me, you just don\'t dare to say.
Nadezhda [shy]: After I die, my corpse is just dead meat. I will feel nothing. I won’t be angry if you do anything to me…
Edward [sad]: No… no…
Nadezhda starts to struggle on the ground. Edward tries to hug her.
The face and other skin of Nadezhda is fully sweated.
Nadezhda’s eyes are looking straight forward.
Blood starts coming out from Nadezhda’s mouth and nose.
The struggle becomes very strong. Including “opisthotonos”
Nadezhda’s struggle becomes weaker and weaker…
She has a very rapid and small extent struggle with a long interval.
At last, Nadezhda becomes very weak and only head can move. Her pussy and ass were soaking wet and her hair was soaked with sweat
Nadezhda[weak]: please clean my body…
Nadezhda is dead.
Her eyes are half open.
Her mouth is also half open.
For the eyes, don’t let the eyes become fully white.
When she turns her head, her eyes should follow it. The pupil should always be in the center (living people tend to turn their eyes before they turn their head. However, we need to avoid this here).
Edward uses a towel to clean Nadezhda’s face.
Then, he took off Nadezhda’s clothes. Nadezhda’s body is also fully sweated. So he used a towel to clean it.
Nadezhda’s body is still very soft since she was just dead for minutes.
Edward uses a white cloth to cover Nadezhda’s body and starts crying on her body.
He is so sad and tired. He fell asleep on her body…
After a night, Edward weakup.
He noticed that Nadezhda had been dead for 12 hours.
[note that Nadezhda’s eyes are still half open]
Edward tried to put Nadezhda’s clothes back on her body, but he found her body was so stiff that cannot move at all.
To show this, Edward first tried to move her arm, and Nadezhda’s arm just moved a little bit.
Then, Edward tries to turn Nadezhda’s body, and her body is turning as a solid body (compared to soft people, their legs, arms will move during the process). See reference.
On her back, the area that is not touching ground (back neck, waist) showing dark red color (post-mortem lividity), see reference.
Edward gave up and waited for her body to become soft…
After two days, Nadezhda’s body starts to rot and become soft.
Due to the rot reactions, her body became sweaty again.
But Edward cannot clean such a body. Luckly, Nadezhda’s body is very soft now. He can put clothes back on her body now.")
![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.")
