Authors Note: This is the first chapter in an ongoing work. See trigger warnings on Story Main Page before reading.
The living room was warm and looked cosy, but it was anything but happy or cheerful, as the three people sat there mostly ignoring each other. A man in his sixties, with a bit of a belly, and thinning hair lounged in his recliner, drinking his fifth beer of the night as he watched a football game.
A woman in her early forties, with mousy auburn hair, tired brown eyes, and a figure that hinted at her days of being a varsity cheerleader in highschool, sat on a loveseat reading a book on her tablet she’d never dare read in physical form. Its digital cover showed a large green man with tusks forcing his absurdly large cock into the stretched nearly to ripping lips of a purple-haired gnomish woman.
On the sofa, which separated the recliner and the loveseat, sat a younger woman, maybe nineteen or twenty. Who, other than her platinum blond hair, would have been the spitting image of her mother back when she cheered. Ignoring her parents on either side of the room, she spent the evening on her phone, her thumbs flying a mile a minute, with the occasional pause to take yet another selfie.
None of them noticed the stone fireplace that materialized in the wall behind them. Not until they felt the cold that emanated from it. Kacey was the first to feel the strange cold that was filling the room as it brushed against her neck, making her shiver. When she looked over her shoulder, her phone fell from her hands at what she saw.
Hearing her daughters gasp, Sabrina looked up from her ebook reader. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped at the sight of the fireplace, and the man stepping out of it.
Nikolas Frost looked nothing like his more famous brother. His tailored suit was a dark blood red, with gray trim so dark it was almost black. He stood a hand over six feet tall, was lean and somber where his brother was fat and jolly. His eyes were the cold gray of a ship-killer storm on the ocean, and his hair was jet black.
Nik snapped his fingers, and ball gags materialized in the mouths of each of the family members in the room. With a wave of his hand, all three of them floated to the center of the room and were forced into a kneeling position, their eyes wide with terror as they looked up at the intruder in their home.
A small leather-bound book the color of aged bone appeared in Nik’s hand, and he flipped through the pages until he found the one he wanted.
“Ah, the Schmidt family.” Nik said to himself, his voice powerful without being loud. “Kyle Schmidt, sixty-two, retired high school math teacher and part-time physical activities coach. Sabrina Schmidt, forty-one, librarian. Kacey Schmidt, nineteen, student and self-proclaimed influencer.”
Nik read from his book again, then looked up at the terrified people in front of him.
“All three of you have a lot of things to make up for.” Nik said, and then at their confusion, added, “My apologies, let me introduce myself. I am Nikolas Frost. You are undoubtedly more familiar with my brother, Kris Kringle, or as you silly mortals call him, Santa Claus. The lazy fuck has been skating by on undeserved advertising and PR for the last century. Now, I normally don’t concern myself with the affairs of mortals. I was passing by, and felt the pull of your transgressions.”
Nik snapped his fingers, and a throne-like chair replaced the sofa Sabrina had been sitting on a minute ago. Once he was seated, he looked at the three frightened mortals again.
“Kyle, you are one of the most despicable humans I’ve seen in quite a while. You had an affair with one of your students, divorced your wife and left her homeless, then married the student you were having the affair with. You forged your mother’s signature and stole your siblings’ inheritance, leading one of them to an early grave. Most recently, you are blackmailing two of Kacey’s former cheer team members into having sex with you, as well as havng sex with your next-door neighbor’s husband.” Nik said matter-of-factly. “As if that wasn’t bad enough, you lust after your own daughter. You have vague plans of getting her drunk so you can take advantage of her. There was a time in history, you’d be sacrificed to this or that god. Sadly, those times are long past.”
Nik looked to Sabrina, who knelt between her husband and her daughter.
“Sabrina, you were the student who slept with your teacher in exchange for better grades, knowing he was married. Your transgressions are not as severe as your husband’s.” Nik said in the same matter of fact voice. “You also had an affair with Kacey’s former cheer coach, to get her on the team. In addition to that, you’ve had multiple affairs and participated in many extramarital events. You are not beyond redemtion.”
Nik’s gaze didn’t warm any when he looked at Kacey.
“Kacey, you are better than Kyle, but no better than your Mother. You’ve ruined eight relationships by blowing five men and fucking three women, knowing they were all in relationships. You’ve also recorded yourself sucking your cheer coach’s cock and used the video to blackmail him for money and to kick girls off the team that you didn’t like. For a virgin, you sure do have a sordid past.”
Nik snapped his fingers again, and the clothes dissolved from each of the Schmidts, leaving them kneeling there, naked, gagged, and unable to move.
“Now, unlike Kris, I don’t bother with presents for nice people, or coal for naughty people. I punish the bad people, and only concern myself with adults.” Nik explained. “For the rest of the night, you three are going to be my fuck toys. Kyle, you’re not my type, so you’ll mostly just have to watch while I put these two sluts through the wringer, but don’t worry, you won’t be left out. Your mouth will be put to use. I should warn you all, you will not be able to harm me, or disobey me, and no one will hear anything that happens.”
Nik stood and his clothing faded away, exposing his muscular body and flaccid but sizable cock.
Kyle was glaring daggers at Sabrina, while both Sabrina and Kacey were staring at Niks cock, hunger and fear in their eyes.
“Now, Kyle, you are undoubtedly the worst offender here, so I wonder what would hurt you worse, to see your wife or your daughter being fucked?” Nik said. “Hmm, I can see what kind of person you are. You see them not as people, but as property. I think while I decide, I’ll put your mouth to use. You will not be able to talk, or bite me, so don’t even try.”
Nik snapped his fingers, and the ball gag morphed in Kyles mouth, the ball transforming into a metal ring that forced his jaw open wide. At the same time, a silver cage materialized around Kyles small cock and balls.
“That’s better.” Nik said as he stepped in front of the mortal man.
Nik reached down and wrapped his fingers around his still-flaccid cock, lifting the head up and sliding it into Kyles mouth.
“Try not to get too excited. That cage around your pathetic excuse for a cock will hurt if you get aroused, and as much as you may like it, I won’t fuck you.” Nik said as he slid more of his cock into Kyle’s mouth.
It didn’t take long before Nik’s cock grew hard. Once it was hard, Nik stepped back, pulling his cock out of Kyle’s mouth.
“See Kyle? You are good for something.” Nik said. “Now, enjoy the show. I think I’ll fuck your daughter first. That will hurt you the most. Knowing she’d never give you the time of day, and that while she wasn’t exactly saving herself, she’d yet to find anyone she wanted to let fuck her.”
With the wave of his hand, Kacey floated over until she was in front of Nik, in an upright position, her feet inches off the ground. She was in excellent shape, with muscular thighs, a toned belly showing a hint of her abs, large supple breasts that hung down a little, with tawny nipples the size of gumdrops sticking out from them.