some festive red and white to go with the green

Julia tries to avert her eyes from the lecherous gaze of the three couples exiting the vestibule of the massive and well-appointed living room.

As the couples hand Joan their overcoats, Julia hears her greet them by name. The first couple are both white-haired and frail-looking, probably ten years older than their hosts. They are well-dressed and soft-spoken. Joan refers to them as Bert and Eloise.

Next in the room are a couple just slightly older than her captors. Both are tall and dressed in thick sweaters and slacks. Seemingly social, the two are called Brian and Jean.

Lastly, a boisterous couple ten years younger than her captors, looking to be in their forties, enter the living room. He is a big round man in a loud ski sweater and khakis. She has a sweaterdress encasing her generous curves, her legs in tights. He is called Dominic, she is Roberta.

"My, you've really outdone yourself this year, David!" Bert toasts with his glass mug of hot toddy as he and his wife admire the illuminated curves of the nubile miss.

"Thank you, Bert. But the best is yet to come!" smiles the host. "As soon as everyone's situated, feel free to help yourselves to the ornaments in the box."

"I think we need some red to go with the green first!" Brian says, slipping his belt from his pants' loops and folding it over on itself. "May I?" he asks, stepping up to the suspended girl-tree.

"Splendid idea, Brian! Wish I'd thought of it!" remarks David as he watches the tall man flick the leather belt in the air a few times before he steps up to bat.

"Splat! Splat!" resounds the leather against the soft, upended valentine of Julia's ass, the lovely orbs cut free from the dark green bodysuit. Julia writhes even more against her bonds, sending the sleighbells at her ankles into an urgent jingling. The white skin of the young woman's derriere does indeed quickly redden under the tall man's attentive blows. He makes sure to cover every exposed inch of delicate assflesh.

The sleighbells quiet with the cessation of Brian's smacks. As Julia catches her breath, she sees the man stand taller. She closes her eyes and braces herself when she sees he is ready to use the belt on her buoyant boobs.

He teases her, smacking her everywhere on the lovely teats but where it will cause the most sensation, her hardened, pierced nipples.

Just when Julia thinks he is done, he lets the belt tip fly across her chest, whipping both nipples simultaneously. Her body arcs in pain and jolts in climax as far as her bonds will let her. A teardrop escapes one eye as she realizes another clear drop has escaped her bared, juicing pussy and is running down the slick material of the bodysuit leg. Another teardrop trickles down the other cheek when she realizes the idea of these people seeing her cream herself causes another trickle to flow, this time down the other healthy thigh.

The girls' stupendous chest now as ruddy as her backside, Brian backs up to admire his handiwork. The others gather closer to enjoy the sight of the still bucking young lady, jingling her bells as the slowly flickering minibulbs **** her newly sensitized skin as their harness presses tight around her entire suspended body.

As the others begin to find an ornament they like in the large box, the tall woman named Jean states,"I think we need some old-fashioned icicles streaming down the length of the tree." She heads over to the fireplace.

"I'm afraid we don't have any of that long metallic tinsel," informs Joan.

"That's okay. I had another alternative in mind." She picks a lit white candle off its' base and steps up behind Julia.

Julia isn't sure what is going on behind her that has the undivided attention of the group, though she feels an odd sensation down her bodysuit-covered back.

It isn't until she feels the hot wax being dribbled down her flushed and tender asscheeks that she realizes what Jean is doing. The pretty young woman starts to writhe again as Jean courses the liquified wax down the contours of her centerfold-worthy body.

Jean smiles wickedly into Julia's wet eyes as she now stands before Julia, tipping the hot white wax out of the top of the two-inch wide candle and letting it dribble over the tender titflesh like icing over twin bundt cakes. The woman also takes the candle lower, and dribbles the white stuff down Julia's suited hips and legs. Julia is just grateful the streams have missed her pussy as she sees the woman back up to her husband to enjoy their handiwork. The trussed-up lovely feels the once-blazing hot wax cool and tighten over her delicate areas, stirring further sensations deep inside her.

The elegant hostess steps forward to Jean and puts her hand on her shoulder. "Thanks for adding so much to our tree, you guys," she smiles to them.

"While you have the candle near, Jean, I think it's time we took care of one more bit of unfinished business."

Julia watches, horrified,as Joan pulls out a two-inch long sewing needle and moves the length back and forth through the hot flame of the candle, sanitizing it. Julia isn't sure of the woman's plans, but she's sure she isn't going to use it to string popcorn.

Her fears are confirmed as she gets to her knees in front of Julia and asks David to brace the tree at the mid-section.

The woman quickly finds the outthrust clit's hood of flesh and pierces the girl with the needle. The hot poker cauterizes the flesh as Julia tries to scream inside her gag.

After the young lovely calms, Joan pulls out the needle and slips a small earring through the new hole.

"Splendid, Joan, just splendid!" the watching friends concur.

As the group finally reaches for their ornaments, David steps to a wall switch. "I've added something else this year to aid in our decorating!" he says triumphantly as he throws the switch.