These tales are my first attempt at story writing of any kind. I welcome and appreciate any and all feedback but understand that I am very sensitive, ...nd if you’re too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again. I’m kidding. Enjoy! *All characters in this story are 18 years or older* PREVIOUS — Chapter 7: Alea Iacta Est CHAPTER 8 Rachel sobbed loudly in her closet as the memories she didn’t want swirled around her like ghosts. The shame and embarrassment. Elaine's cunt moistened with spiteful pleasure."I have come to take you back to Maiden Downs where your treatment will be completed and you will be handed over to your proposed owner; Gloria Trent. You are a lucky man indeed, Gloria wanting to keep you as a memento of her prior life, before inheriting your property; the alternative is a final meeting with a noose, are you ready to come with me?" He grabbed her feet and kissed them again as though she, who had condemned him to this place, was. ’ ‘Why?’ ‘I was told by the motel owner that you’re Tom’s girlfriend. I want your name for the record, as a witness to these answers.’ Tom’s brow furrowed, and Bill knew he was trying to remember what else he’d said to Mr. Wentworth. The woman rolled over and sat up beside Tom. She kept her face downcast and hidden behind hair. ‘My name is Hannah Roundtree.’ Bill wrote it down. ‘So, Hannah, what’s going on? Are you Tom’s girlfriend? Did you take his truck yesterday without permission?’ ‘Hey!’. Let’s face it any self-respecting elf would love to crawl all over that statuesque body. But the Mrs. isn’t just sought by the elf men but also many of the elf women also crave to be with her.Even being a magical creature, Marilyn is only one woman and from Thanksgiving afternoon after their feast, many other elven women have graced the Claus bed to help Marilyn to keep the big guy busy and drained of semen and energy. You might ask now how can Santa take care of a full grown woman like Marilyn.