Buffy vs. Santa

Chapter 2: The North Pole Position

Note from the author: I wrote the original story Buffy vs. Santa a long time ago (ten years?). It has always been one of my favorites. I always wanted to continue and had several requests to do so from commenters. For some reason recently I had some new ideas come to mind and now that I have some free time (corona virus anyone) decided to add some more to it. I have several other chapter ideas but we will see if I get to them.

Buffy Summers, kidnapped from her home along with her little sister and best friend on Christmas night, now finds herself trapped in a nightmare at the North Pole and forced to play any and all twisted games that Santa and his elves can think up. To start, the Slayer finds herself and a fellow heroine, Kate Kane, forced to participate in some sick race for the jolly man's amusement.

Starring Sarah Michelle Geller as Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Ruby Rose as Kate Kane aka Batwoman

Buffy's eyes blinked open. Her head was swimming and she was dazed but slowly her senses returned.

'Oh my God!' she thought, 'I'm blind!'

She opened her eyes but could see nothing; 'Wait!' she then realized she felt some type of fabric over her face, touching her eyelashes and hair. It dawned on her that she was wearing a hood.

"Thank God!" she muttered.

Gradually her mind began to clear and her predicament came back in pieces. She remembered meeting a large fat man in a red suit…Santa. But he was certainly not the jolly fellow she had been led to believe. Telling her that she and her sister Dawn, along with Willow, were going to be the featured entertainment in dear old Santa's sex games for the new year, he had kidnapped her.

Strapped to the back of a reindeer, the three young women had been flown…somewhere. Buffy was panting, growing more and more panicked as the memories returned. She could remember the sleigh, yes a sleigh if you can believe that, touching down in several cities all over the world. In each, Santa and his fucking little helpers, the elves, had dragged and carried bound and helpless young women out of their houses and strapped them to the sleigh.

She remembered all of that but then…nothing. Buffy believed she had blacked out somewhere over London. She wasn't sure how long she had been out but she had vague memories of the past few days. At times her eyes flickered and she looked up at Santa's grinning face or the elves circling her, holding her down and pouring something down her throat; a drug of some type most likely.

Now Buffy found herself hooded and dazed. Shaking her head, she tried to move her arms and legs but found she could not. She felt the sensation of something smooth wrapped around her wrists and ankles, leather bindings most likely.

As she began to calm herself, she realized she felt no clothing on her skin; she was naked. As she focused further, her eyes began to adjust and she could see some light through the hood. She also felt a chill in the air as it moved over her skin. Also, she heard what could most likely be described as a roar as if thousands of voices were all yelling together. Was she in an auditorium?

Suddenly, her sight was restored as the hood was jerked off her head. The flood of light nearly stunned the slayer as she closed her eyes to protect them from the unexpected surge of light. Shaking her head and blinking, her sight began to return and she took in her surroundings.

Just to her immediate left was the small face of an elf. She knew what these little monsters looked like from her kidnapping. He (they seemed to all be male) stood only perhaps three and a half feet tall and was equally proportioned like a small human with a thin build. He had elongated and pointed ears and a slightly longer than normal nose but otherwise appeared normal. He wore leggings and a vest and shirt that looked homemade and were red and green which seemed to be the only colors the elves wore.

The elf in question held a black hood, presumably the one that had covered Buffy's head moments before.

"Hey!" Buffy yelled at him but he ignored her as moved on. She began to continue her screaming but her surroundings finally registered on her and stopped her verbal assault.

What she had guessed was an auditorium was in fact more accurately a stadium open to the sky, above her were the bluest skies Buffy had ever seen. All around her spanning hundreds of yards were bleachers filled with quite literally thousands of elves all cheering and screaming loudly although in a language she could not understand and in high pitched voices.

The sight stunned her as she looked around in shock. Her eyes fell downward and she realized she was on some sort of a track. She could not see what the track was made of as it was covered with snow and light snow fell from the sky all around as a gentle breeze blew. Buffy also noted that the air, while chilly was not near as cold as would be indicated by the snowy environs.

But all that, the elves, the auditorium, the snow were not the most unusual of what she saw.

Lining the track and set in formation were several dozen small cars. Each was about eight feet long, three feet wide, and was built like a soapbox derby car. Each was made of a patchwork of wood, cardboard, and sheet metal with wheels that looked to be a mixture of rubber and plastic and carved wood. Buffy could see inside each car's open cockpit and see that they seemed to be pedal powered and each had an elf sized seat and steering wheel.

"What the hell!?" Buffy muttered as she took in her surreal predicament.

But while strange as all that was, the worst part was what hit Buffy next. As she had surmised but now confirmed with her own eyes, she was in fact completely naked. She also was correct on the fact that she was wearing leather cuffs on both ankles and both wrists and she was also restrained by lengths of chain hooked to each. She also now saw she wore a leather belt wrapped and pulled tight constricting her already thin waist by at least another inch unnaturally.

Given her tremendous strength as the Slayer, she normally would have had no trouble breaking free from such a predicament; she had snapped chains like these with ease numerous times prior. But try as she might, neither the cuffs nor the chains would give way and she remembered how easily she had been overpowered and restrained on the night of her kidnapping.

"Magic," she muttered in disbelief as all of these facts flooded into her mind like a tidal wave drowning her thoughts.

Finally, Buffy took in not just that she was restrained but how and where. Each soap box derby car had some kind of contraption mounted to it. Some had metal poles welded to the sides and sticking straight up; others had poles mounted to the roof extending out horizontally; while other cars had shorter lengths of metal pipe in various formations forming chairs or other odd shaped contraptions.

To her horror, Buffy stared down and realized that she was in fact hooked to one of the derby cars in one of these devices. She was seated with her arms bound behind her. Her legs were spread wide and pulled outward in a wide 'V' shape. She was held on the hood of the car and while she struggled violently, she still could not break free.

Looking around, she saw that the other thirty or so cars arraigned in formation in rows three wide and eight deep all had the same metal contraptions mounted to them in various shapes and formations. Also, each car had at least one and sometimes two or three naked young women bound and mounted to them.

Each woman was held in different positions. Some were spread eagle across the hoods while others were standing but held with their arms restrained over their heads and feet pulled wide on the roofs. Several were on the backs of the derby cars with some facing forwards and others to the rear. One woman Buffy saw was standing on the roof bent over a reverse 'U' shaped set of bars doubling her over at the waist with her wrists hooked to the base preventing her from standing up and forcing her bare buttocks to be on display.

The scene was as shocking as it was depraved. Clearly the women's bodies were being used for the amusement of the crowd and their positioning seemed designed for maximum humiliation.

One woman was held spread eagle on the roof of a car but upside down hanging from her feet from a set of bars and putting her pussy out for all to see. Buffy craned her neck and saw a derby car in a row behind that had metal poles extending from the roof several feet to either side. On each was seated a young woman, naked like all the others and held in similar positions to Buffy herself. Each woman was sobbing hysterically, obviously incredibly distraught from their predicament.

As she took all this in, several elves moved from car to car and woman to woman removing their hood and checking their restraints. The elves seemed to care little about the terror they were inflicting on the women and as they finished. Most of the elves took an opportunity to grope or fondle the women's bare bodies; slipping thin fingers into their pussies or pinching nipples, or giving bare buttocks a slap. They were laughing all the while and speaking to each other in a high pitched exotic language and high fiving each other when they were done.

As she fought without success to break free and frantically looked around suddenly Buffy stopped and stared with her eyes wide. She noticed something she had not seen before. Sticking up from the hood of the derby car she was held on was a wooden wheel about two feet in diameter. Connected to it with metal clasps were several lengths of leather straps, each perhaps eighteen inches long. The wheel had a wooden peg in the center indicating it was designed to spin and attached to it was gear and chain contraption, similar to a heavy bike chain, which seemed to run into the car. Looking down, she realized the belt was connected to the pedals of the driver compartment.

Finally and horrifyingly, she noted that the entire thing was mounted between Buffy's legs. It didn't take an engineer to realize what would happen as the car began to move and the wheel began to spin.

"Oh god! Oh God NO!" Buffy yelled and tried with even more effort to break free, wresting and fighting with all her strength to get out of this situation.

After a minute, she realized it was futile though. The cars seemed flimsy, made of balsa wood and cardboard, but she could even scratch them given Santa's apparent magic

"HEY!"

Buffy heard someone scream. Looking around through the haze of snow and the assault of noise from all around, she finally found the source of the yelling.

"Hey ASSHOLE!"

Buffy was in the second row of cars and mounted facing forward. In the derby car in front of her, on the lead row, a woman was mounted but on the rear and facing backwards. In this way, she and Buffy were nearly looking eye to eye if they tried and were less than ten feet apart.

Buffy realized that the woman was not screaming at her but rather at an elf that had just pulled the hood off her head and was now checking her restraints.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" she screamed at the top of lungs and Buffy could clearly see the woman was enraged at her treatment.

"I don't think that will do anything," Buffy yelled at her, hoping to calm her somewhat.

"What!?"

"They don't seem to care about us. Yelling at them won't do anything."

"Wh-what the f-fuck are they?!"

"Elves."

"What? ELVES!"

Buffy nodded in reply as the woman, clearly upset and raging tried to process what was going on.

Buffy now noted the woman's appearance, which while tame compared to the other weirdness of this event, was strange in and of itself. The woman was not naked as Buffy and most others were. The woman wore some type of leather or vinyl body suit that seemed built for combat. The middle section of the suit, the part from her knees to her chest was ripped free leaving jagged edges of the remaining suit and revealing her lean and tight body.

She wore heavy boots which came up to her upper calf and the remnants of gloves and her suit covered her arms below the elbow. But her thighs and upper arms were bare showing tattoos covering otherwise pale skin.

The woman's crotch, stomach, and breasts were also uncovered. She had tightly trimmed dark pubic hair and relatively small B cup breasts and dark tiny but rock hard nipples, due to the cold air, were on display. Just over her breasts were the jagged remains of her suit.

As Buffy looked her over and hoped she would calm down, she focused on a symbol of some type partially torn but prominent on the woman's chest. It was a blood red…Buffy paused trying to figure it out for a moment…bat.

Buffy also could not see the woman's face. While the lower part, her chin, cheeks, mouth, and nostrils were showing, part of her suit covered the top part of her face, from her nose to her forehead with openings for her eyes. Topping it all off, literally, was the woman's long and thick and bright red hair which flowed down over her shoulders. The color was so bright and shocking that Buffy surmised it had to be a wig.

Even here, it was a bold look.

The fact that the woman was still partially dressed and had not been completely stripped indicated she was a new acquisition and had recently, perhaps only minutes prior to be strapped in, been kidnapped.

Just as Buffy and the several dozen other females, this bat…woman was also restrained. The back of the derby car she was mounted to had a crane type contraption hanging off it. Similar to what you'd see on the back of a tow truck but smaller, the metal pipes were welded in a tripod and extended up and out several feet off the back. From this hung a chain.

The woman Buffy was interacting with had the same restraints as she, a belt around her waist and leather shackles on her limbs. The chain from the hook connected to her belt and she was hanging and swinging slightly more than four feet off the ground. Her limbs rather than being connected to the car were instead pulled back and hooked with barely an inch of slack to the back off the belt. This twisted the woman's arms and legs around and behind her in what Buffy thought must a painful position. She was in effect hog tied and hanging by her waist and slowly spinning as she hung free.

"Wh-where are we?" The woman asked as she twisted her head in all directions frantically looking around and struggling as Buffy had to break free. The woman though seemed to have no greater success getting out of her restraints but kept trying nonetheless.

"I don't know exactly but if I had to guess…" Buffy paused as if the words she was about to say refused to come out of her mouth.

"…if I had to guess, I'd say the North Pole."

The woman stared at Buffy in a way that made Buffy embarrassed as if she thought she was insane. Even with all around them, the elves, the cars, the naked woman, Buffy had to accept that insanity was at least a possibility.

"What the fuck are you saying?! The NORTH POLE!?"

Buffy nodded, "What do you remember?"

The woman paused as if struggling to search her memories, "Well, I, ah, I was out searching for clues to some criminal activity in Gotham…"

'Gotham?' Buffy wondered; she had never heard of that place but ignored it to let the woman process her thoughts and speak.

"…then I looked up and saw…" the red haired woman stopped in mid-sentence and a look Buffy recognized came over her face. Buffy knew the next words before she spoke them; "I saw…."

"Santa," Buffy finished her thought for her.

Kate nodded, "H-he…he…"

"Kidnapped you," Buffy finished the thought.

"Yes, he attacked me and I guess knocked me out. Then I woke up here. I hit him with everything I had, gas grenades, my grappling gun, batarangs...but nothing worked."

'Batarangs?' Buffy questioned.

"It's okay, he's magic, there was nothing you could do."

"Magic?"

Buffy could only nod as the woman clearly was struggling mentally to put all this together.

"What's your name?" Buffy asked hoping to focus her.

"Batwoman," she replied.

Before Buffy could reply, the woman paused and seemed to be thinking about her answer then she added…"Kate…Kate Kane."

"Well, I am sorry about the circumstances but nice to meet you Kate. I'm Buffy."

Kate nodded a greeting, "Now, how do we get out of this freak show?!"

Before either Kate or Buffy could respond or even start to think of a plan, their attention and the attention off the other women and all the elves were drawn to the same point.

Around the arena were dozens of large, some more than fifty feet across, television screens. These all came to life and were focused on the same scene. At the top of one of the set of bleachers just to the side of the rows of derby cars was a balcony. This was the spot all the screens were showing. As all the people gathered watched, the doors to the balcony opened and out stepped a large man. He had a thick white beard and white hair. He had a large rotund belly but was thickly and powerfully built with muscles that had been covered by his costume now revealed. His arms and legs were strong like he was an avid bodybuilder.

Instead of his normal outfit, he wore a tight red T-shirt stretched over his belly and chest. He wore shorts also red and a white belt and white sneakers. Buffy recognized him immediately as the man who she had fought; clearly this was Santa's casual Friday look.

Santa stood waving to the crowd for nearly a minute as the elves all cheered for him. He clearly loved the adoration. After some time, he raised his hands and indicated for them to quiet down which most did and the roar softened. Behind him, several elves brought out a large and ornate chair, more of a throne really, and set it behind him.

"My friends, my friends…" as Santa spoke his voice, deep and powerful, boomed across the entire arena seemingly magically amplified.

"We have all worked hard this past year and through this Christmas. Now we settle in for some well deserved rest and relaxation. This year's festivities are looking to be the biggest and best ever. We have more than one hundred of these naughty little girls to entertain us and I for one am looking forward to the best party since we started having these little shindigs."

The elves began to roar and applaud wildly once again obviously agreeing with their leader.

"It's like they're a cult," Kate told Buffy.

Buffy could not disagree but was speechless for anything else to say.

Santa sat back in his gold and red velvet covered throne and took a tall thin glass of what looked like a mimosa from a nearby elf and sipped it.

Raising his arms, "So, let's not dawdle any longer…let's get this race started!"

As he finished and settled back to enjoy the spectacle, the screens broadcasting shifted from Santa's balcony to the track. Suddenly, from a nearby tunnel, nearly three dozen elves ran out towards the derby cars. Each wore a track suit like Nascar drivers wear, some with helmets and goggles on. The outfits were all brightly colored, some with stripes, others solid, some bright, others mixing with white.

They ran full speed and each jumped into the driver seat of one of the cars with a number painted on it that matched their jumpsuit. As they got in, each derby car began to tremble as if the engine had started and all the lights mounted on each lit up. Clearly each was magically powered as nothing indicated any sort of engine or power source to cause this.

The elf that ran past Buffy and jumped into the cockpit of the car she was mounted to and was ignoring her. He seemed far more interested in giving another elf driver his middle finger and was apparently hurling insults in his language at the other elves getting into their cars. Clearly, the elves took all this very seriously.

Buffy's eyes went wide as the wheel in the hood of the small car began to lift as if moving into position and drawing closer to her spread legs. As she started to contemplate what was happening, her attention as drawn to two large candy cane decorated poles on either side of the track about fifty feet in front of the cars. Each was mounted with large lights shaped like old style Christmas tree lights. Suddenly, the top light, a white one lit up. All the elves in their cars gripped the steering wheels tightly and stared intently at the lights.

There was a loud 'BEEEEEP!' as the second light, also white lit up. The next one was green and Buffy didn't need to be a racing fan to know what that meant.

It was only moments between the lights but they seemed like an eternity. Buffy couldn't help but look around and see the dozens of other women, just like herself; kidnapped, bound, naked and on display. Most of them were frantically flailing futility trying to escape but she knew they had no chance. If Buffy, with her augmented strength and combat experience, could not escape her attack and break free, what chance did these other women have.

Even so, the sheer terror and panic of the women was unsettling as was the complete uncaring of the elves and their leader. Buffy realized, given the utter cruelty she was witnessing and had witnessed when she and her sister had been raped the night off their capture, that she and the others would get no mercy from their captors.

'BEEEEEEEP!'

Buffy was snapped back to reality as she saw the green light turn bright and the elf in the driver seat of her car began to pedal furiously. The cars in front accelerated with an unnatural speed and Buffy's derby car followed moments after as did all the cars behind her. Buffy's head snapped back with the force and as before, she realized the cars were driven not by mechanics or engineering but magic meaning anything was possible.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!" was all Buffy could scream at the top of her lungs as the race began and she became an unwilling participant of it.

The car she was strapped to was moving fast and accelerated quickly as the elf in control turned the wheel as the car slide into the first snow covered turn of the track. All around her were more than a dozen cars, all jockeying for position and trying to take a lead, bumping and careening into each other as they slide of the slick snowy surface.

"AND THEY'RE OFF!" Santa yelled out as his voice echoed for miles

The chilly air was now downright freezing at it rushed past Buffy's bare skin at what she estimated was nearly ninety miles per hour. The cars slid as if about to lose control at any moment and the experience was terrifying for all the helpless female passengers. All around her, Buffy heard screaming. As she looked side to side, she saw the women bound to the other derby cars each crying and screaming in terror.

"PLEASE! Please help me!" one of them screamed at her but Buffy was in the same predicament and could do nothing except feel sorry for them.

The derby cars had travelled about half the first lap when Buffy noticed the wooden wheel mounted on the hood begin to spin. As it did the leather straps, five in total, began to spin as well each extending out to its full length driven by the centrifugal force of the wheel. Buffy could do nothing but stare in horror as the wheel, apparently driven by the motion of the car, started to inch closer. The tips of the straps which started about six inches from the soft flesh of her womanhood edged closer.

The slowness of the motion was excruciating as Buffy fought against her restraints yet again but other than the slightest of movements, could do nothing but watch.

"LET ME GO YOU FILTY LITTLE BASTARD!" Buffy screamed at the elf driving her car.

Looking up at her, the elf gave her a wicked smile indicating to his passenger that he knew exactly what he was doing and what was about to happen to her.

"NO! NO! OH GOD NO!" she screamed as the spinning straps were less than an inch from her skin.

Buffy turned her head, not wanting to see the moment of impact. The derby car came out of a turn and entered a straight away as the elf started pedaling furiously. The straps were spinning nearly faster than could be seen and suddenly Buffy felt the tips hit her across the soft folds of her pussy.

SCHWAP! SCHWAP! SCHWAP!

Buffy's ears were filled with the sickening sound of leather on skin. Issue was it was her skin and it took only moments for the pain receptors in her brain to get the signals from the millions of nerves in her most private, and sensitive, of parts.

"RRRAAAAAWWWWWWWWWAAHHHHHH!" Buffy screamed as she was overwhelmed with agony as the straps began to whip her labia and surrounding flesh.

SCHWAP! SCHWAP! SCHWAP!

Over and over the straps connected nearly in a blur powered by the same pedaling that drive the car to more than one hundred and twenty miles per hour.

"PLEASE!" Buffy screamed in terror at the driver, "Please stop! You're killing me!"

The pain was nearly beyond comprehension; the stinging growing by the second as her flesh was becoming more and more raw by the second. The elf though, seemed to not care and was focused on winning his race and not the agony of his partner.

Suddenly something entered Buffy's field of vision from her right and she turned to see what it was. Another derby car was pulling up alongside and the two drivers began to hurl high pitched insults at each other. The other car seemed to be getting the better of the exchange as it started to pass them, much to the displeasure of the driver of her car.

As the car passed, Buffy saw a familiar person hanging from the back off a chain dangling from a large hook mounted to the back.

"KATE!" Buffy yelled to the other woman she had met only minutes before but somehow felt a connection to given all that was happening.

While the sight of a familiar face gave Buffy a tiny respite it quickly faded. Kate did not return Buffy's recognition and in fact did not even seem to notice her. Kate Kane's face was twisted in agony as she screamed in pain; her mouth was open to an unnatural width as she was clearly enduring something horrible.

The source of Kate's agony appeared to come from a similar source and Buffy's as a wooden wheel with straps attached was hovering below her mounted to the back of the derby car by a metal arm that had extended from the body. In Kate's case, the straps were spinning and hitting her across the breasts as she hung face down off the back. Buffy could see that Kate's chest was already bright red less than five laps into this nightmare.

What's more, the whipping of her tits was not the only torture Kate was enduring. A second wheel was mounted on the back between Kate's thighs, behind her. This one though was spinning but did not have straps connected to it. Instead a hinged wooden arm was connected to it and at the end of this was a large red dildo. As the wheel spun, the arm was forced back and forth fast plunging the dildo into Kate's pussy over and over, violating her with every pedal the elf driving the car made.

As the agony between Buffy's thighs grew to levels unimaginable, she had to somewhat feel relieved to not experience the same violation as Kate.

As Buffy stared, her mind reaching the point off breaking, she looked around and saw other cars all fighting for position and on each the females were being tortured in various ways. Several of the women Buffy saw passing her were all screaming in pain and terror. Most were in the same situation as Buffy and Kate, being whipped and penetrated by the contraptions mounted on the cars. Others though had what appeared to be electrodes attached to their nipples and labia and were suffering electrical shocks powered by the cars and clearly torturing the women.

The next ten minutes was a never ending nightmare as Buffy had no choice but to endure never ceasing pain as she continued to be whipped across her womanhood. Any thought of mercy left her as the elf driving the car seemed to only care about winning the twisted race they were competing in.

Buffy had no way to know how long the race would last or where they stood as she lost count of the laps and the announcer was speaking in whatever language the elves spoke and not anything she could understand.

"What the hell?!" Buffy muttered as she began to feel something tugging at her neck.

Before this moment, she had not even realized she was not only wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs but also a collar. Somehow, again without her realizing it, a chain had been connected to the collar and was currently tightening to pull Buffy's head backwards. Fighting against it with all her strength was futile but she tried anyway. After another minute, Buffy's head was pulled back in an awkward position as her entire body was stretched out painfully.

"Oh god! What the hell now?!" she said to herself as she wondered what new hell was about to be heaped upon her.

As if to answer the question, a second metal arm reached up from the body of the derby car as if being cranked up of its own volition. At the end of the arm, was a similar looking device to the one she had seen violating Kate minutes before. Complete with the large red dildo, the wheel began to spin, pumping the sex toy into her face menacingly.

Seeming to have an intelligence all its own the dildo found its mark and forced itself between Buffy's teeth as she made the mistake of not clenching her jaw fast enough. At first, the head of the device pushed only into her mouth far enough to be uncomfortable. But after less than thirty seconds, with each thrust, the dildo began reaching further and further into Buffy's oral orifice.

"GYAH!" Buffy grunted as she felt the fake cock plunging into her mouth repeatedly.

Buffy's gag reflex started to go off as the tip began using her uvula as a punching bag on its way to deeper violations. Forcing itself down her throat, it didn't take long until the device was plunging itself its full twelve inch length with every rotation of the wheel which was occurring several times per second. Buffy now found herself on the receiving end of the most violent throat fuck of her life or perhaps anyone's life.

"GLUB! GLUB! GLUB! GLUB!" were the only sounds she could make as she found herself violated orally again just as Santa had done to her a few days ago.

This new assault, combined with the whipping still happening to her pussy, nearly broke Buffy's mental resolve. She found she could not focus on anything else, not the race or struggling or anything. She was only faced with what seemed a never ending stream of torment.

The worst part, as if it could get worse, was the dildo was moving so fast and deep that Buffy could not in fact breathe. There was no way for her to get a breath into her lungs. After more than two minutes of plunging, Buffy's chest felt ready to explode from a lack of air. Two minutes after that, her face was the same bright red color as her pussy as she continued to be denied any oxygen. More time passed, she wasn't sure how long but enough she was sure that under normal circumstances she would have died from lack of oxygen.

Whatever the magic of this place was, it was also preventing her from dying. While good it also meant she was fully conscious to experience the absolute agony she was currently in. Buffy had lost all thought of the other women forced into this race or even how the race was going. All she could do was try to focus on not losing her mind.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the car began to slow and finally stop. Unable to turn her head, she could only use her eyes to see other derby cars also stopped; the race was over.

'THANK GOD! NOW GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS THING!' she screamed in her mind as her mouth was currently otherwise occupied.

The one blessing was that with the car stopping, the spinning whipping wheel between her legs also ceased. But offsetting this was the fact that when the car stopped, the plunging dildo came to rest at its nearly deepest point situated more than eleven inches deep into her throat. Even though the thrusting motion had stopped, it was currently embedded into her neck and continuing to cut off any way to breathe.

Not that it mattered to her in the slightest but Buffy could see the winning car from her vantage point and another elf, not her driver, was being hoisted on the shoulders of a throng of the little monsters. The driver of her car leapt out and seemed enraged. Throwing his helmet to the snow, he kicked it and sent it flying as he began arguing with another elf apparently mad about something that had occurred during the race.

Buffy was helpless but to watch this exchange as she thrashed and fought violently but with no effect as she had now gone far longer than any person could naturally go without any air. Her body was in revolt and she feared for permanent damage to her brain and other cells. Finally, after several more minutes the crowds of elves began to clear and the racers all left the track, leaving Buffy and the dozens of sobbing hysterical females alone. A few, like herself, were continuing to be tortured although most of those women were continuing to receive brutal electric shocks to their sex organs even after the cars were shut down.

Buffy, on the other hand, was experiencing a torture all to herself.

Finally, Buffy saw several elves that appeared to be in uniforms began to move to the derby cars and started to un-strap the women they found there. Most of the women they unhooked were so devastated they put up no fight or resistance as they were let free and simply went limp. Others did respond violently but a quick shock from what appeared to be a taser that looked like a candy cane rendered them helpless.

'GOD! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!' Buffy was yet again screaming in her mind as one off the technicians approached and started to climb onto the car and appeared to be about to start freeing her.

But just as he had begun fumbling with her restraints another elf though, apparently of a higher rank, started yelling at him. The elf standing over her stopped what he was doing and turned and the two began to shriek back and forth at each other in some kind of heated argument. The fact that Buffy was literally in wild convulsions just next to him seemed not to register at all.

'JUST LET HIM DO HIS FUCKING JOB YOU ASSHOLE!' she mentally yelled at the supervisor.

Finally, the elf yelling walked away after throwing his clipboard at the other and the elf standing on her car turned to finish is work. Unchaining each wrist and leg, he pulled the dildo free of her windpipe. Buffy, now free, could do nothing other than collapse, rolling off the car and falling several feet into the snow covered ground with a 'THUD!'

"HHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW! Buffy drew in the deepest breath of her life to the point she feared her lungs would burst but she had no choice; her body was reacting involuntarily to the lack of air.

"HUH! HUH! HUH!"

Over and over she gulped in as much air as she could as she laid writhing and digging her fingers into the snow. Completely oblivious to anything else, she hadn't even realized that an elf had come over to her and pulled her arms behind her back and placed small tight cuffs on her wrists restraining her. The elf had then done the same to each ankle. By the time she could even register anything was happening, it was already done and she was once again helpless, although from how ineffective her fight on Christmas night had been against the elves, there was probably no difference in the outcome; especially considering Buffy's current state.

Before she could even try to fathom her fate, an elf was dragging her and another half dozen women through the snow and off the track to face whatever new nightmare was waiting for them in this hellhole.

End chapter 2.