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![WHAT CAN YOU TELL TO MY GUN2 - WHAT CAN YOU TELL TO MY GUN? 2
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Cast: Xena, Max, Ksusha Zaichik, Billy Brag
This is a sequel to the previous movie \"What can you tell to my gun?\"
Xena is the fellow agent of Luiza who died infiltrating Max’s organisation.
Xena sits naked in her apartment and unwrapping a box, inside is a pair of blood stained sandals, those worn by Luiza when she died. She checked the shoes, this time please show the shoe size mark clearly, (I think Anna bought size 41). As she stared at the shoes pensively, there is brief back-and-white flash back of Luzie wearing these shoes and got shot dead.
Xena wiped the shoes clean, and put her beautiful bare feet into them, her toes nails were also painted in the red wine Color. A lot of details of her feet in the sandals, showing how fit they were for her. She then put on her clothes (which I will specify with the prop manager later, most likely dress or shirt+skirt). No stockings, no underpants, no bras. She slid a hand gun into her purse, took a last look at herself in the mirror with a grim look and left the room. (Camera can follow her feet a little longer).
Scenes cut to another bed room - this time at Max’s place. There is a few fast cut/ flashing of scenes Xena and Max hugging and making love (just indicatively, to the extent you can) with loud and satisfying moaning from both of them and some sultry background music.
As the music fades, it shows Xena is re-dressing herself, camera can show her wearing her sandals. Max just zipped up his pants, he kneeled down to kiss Xena’s feet praising her feet so big and beautiful. He murmured that her shoes looked a bit familiar then he suddenly looked suspicious when he saw the shoe size mark. He found an excuse walked into another room and made a call, asking his security team to come.
He came back, asking Xena to get a drink as she walks towards the cabinet, he opened her purse and saw the gun. Just as Xena turned to face him asking what he wants to brink, he fired Xena’s pistol at her repeatedly and emptied the entire clip (10-17 rounds, I will work with your prop manager to see what pistol model your are using). Xena jerked and bucked with each bullet hit as she was pushed by the impact step by step and smashed onto the back wall, but managed to stand. [The entry wound are small neat holes with little blood at the beginning but each exit wound is bigger, blood splashing on the wall.
Max clicked the empty and smirked :”wow powerful toy! A whole xx rounds (actual number TBD)”, but he was stunned to see Xena was not dead yet, she snarled at him and pushed herself up against the wall. She dashed to him and tackled him, both falling down with Xena on the top. She pushed Max a few times on the face and then tried to strangle him with her bare hand. As she pushed down her hands, she also started to vomit blood from her mouth, some dripping onto Max’ face. [Xena is now straddling on Max, it is a good chance to see all the exit wounds on her back, also some close up on her feet, it is a good chance to show the bottom of her sandals and the clear shoe size mark].
Max was over powered by Xena not able to move too much. He managed to free his right arm and fumbled around to get a knife. He plunged and slashed the knife on Xena the lower back (the left side) repeatedly, Xena’s guts started to pour out of the open wound. But Xena ignored it and just kept strangling him. Finally, Max grew too weak, his arm dropped and the knife was stuck on Xena’s back. Xena found the chance, she reached back and pulled the knife out.
Now, she raised the knife with both hand high above her head, she straddled on Max and back straight, ready to plunge the knife down. But at the exact moment, the door burst open, two of Max’s men rushed in and opened hire (riffle or pistol, no shot gun this time), it was a short burst only a few seconds, but many bullets hit Xena’s back drilling small red holes, but busting out of her chest in bigger holes, splashing blood and tissues all over Max. Xena held her postion, her arms raised high, body arching back, jerking twisting violently in the rain of bulleted.
When the gun shot stoped, Xena was “frozen” in her strike position for a short while, with wide opened eyes and stunned impression, after a second, she groaned only one world “fuck” (or the Russian equivalent), then she fell forward, not able to control her body anymore, the knife plunged deep into Max’s shoulder, and she dropped prone on top of Max, like in sex, but just not moving anymore, her back full of bullet holes and a loop of intestines hanging out.
The guards fliped Xena off their boss. Max got up with help. He was badly hurt but will live. He looked at Xena, now lying face-up on the ground face up, eyes wide open, mouth half open. Her front was full of holes too, some small (entry), but mostly quite big (exit), thru the blood soaked clothes, we can still see each jagged bullet holes. Intestines on her side. Max cursed and kicked her body, out of rage, he grab a pistol from his guard and shot Xena on her face: 3 on the forehead, one on the cheek and one on her chin, similar to Luzia previously [ you can make the wounds slightly smaller than last time, but keep the quality!] Chunks of Xena;s brain is now splashed all around her head.
Max was escorted out by the guards. Xena left alone on the floor, camera should give a very very long and slow view of their body, feet, face, all the wounds [make sure her body position can reveal most of the wounds! For example, her head need to tilt to the side that allows and face shot to be seen]
Scene darks, then lighten up up, caption showing “8 hours later, The Next Morning”
Max came back, his should now patched up. He mocked at now matter how strong Xena was, she is now al dead with no guts no brains left. He admired her body again, especially her big feet. He played with the feet, but didnt’t remove her shoes [we can see the show size again]. He said to himself Xena’s size 41 feet is so beautiful but the sandal reminded of him Luiza that is how he found out. He mocked at Xena being so tough but missed a small point. He then counted the bullets holes one-by-one, and found out she took xx bullets in total [ this time let’s slow down, take the time and let the audience enjoy Xena and all the wound effect meticulously made by your crew].
Finally he left Xena lying there and walked away.](studio/images/what_can_you_tell_to_my_gun_2_screens-c01.jpg "WHAT CAN YOU TELL TO MY GUN2 - WHAT CAN YOU TELL TO MY GUN? 2
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Cast: Xena, Max, Ksusha Zaichik, Billy Brag
This is a sequel to the previous movie \\"What can you tell to my gun?\\"
Xena is the fellow agent of Luiza who died infiltrating Max’s organisation.
Xena sits naked in her apartment and unwrapping a box, inside is a pair of blood stained sandals, those worn by Luiza when she died. She checked the shoes, this time please show the shoe size mark clearly, (I think Anna bought size 41). As she stared at the shoes pensively, there is brief back-and-white flash back of Luzie wearing these shoes and got shot dead.
Xena wiped the shoes clean, and put her beautiful bare feet into them, her toes nails were also painted in the red wine Color. A lot of details of her feet in the sandals, showing how fit they were for her. She then put on her clothes (which I will specify with the prop manager later, most likely dress or shirt+skirt). No stockings, no underpants, no bras. She slid a hand gun into her purse, took a last look at herself in the mirror with a grim look and left the room. (Camera can follow her feet a little longer).
Scenes cut to another bed room - this time at Max’s place. There is a few fast cut/ flashing of scenes Xena and Max hugging and making love (just indicatively, to the extent you can) with loud and satisfying moaning from both of them and some sultry background music.
As the music fades, it shows Xena is re-dressing herself, camera can show her wearing her sandals. Max just zipped up his pants, he kneeled down to kiss Xena’s feet praising her feet so big and beautiful. He murmured that her shoes looked a bit familiar then he suddenly looked suspicious when he saw the shoe size mark. He found an excuse walked into another room and made a call, asking his security team to come.
He came back, asking Xena to get a drink as she walks towards the cabinet, he opened her purse and saw the gun. Just as Xena turned to face him asking what he wants to brink, he fired Xena’s pistol at her repeatedly and emptied the entire clip (10-17 rounds, I will work with your prop manager to see what pistol model your are using). Xena jerked and bucked with each bullet hit as she was pushed by the impact step by step and smashed onto the back wall, but managed to stand. [The entry wound are small neat holes with little blood at the beginning but each exit wound is bigger, blood splashing on the wall.
Max clicked the empty and smirked :”wow powerful toy! A whole xx rounds (actual number TBD)”, but he was stunned to see Xena was not dead yet, she snarled at him and pushed herself up against the wall. She dashed to him and tackled him, both falling down with Xena on the top. She pushed Max a few times on the face and then tried to strangle him with her bare hand. As she pushed down her hands, she also started to vomit blood from her mouth, some dripping onto Max’ face. [Xena is now straddling on Max, it is a good chance to see all the exit wounds on her back, also some close up on her feet, it is a good chance to show the bottom of her sandals and the clear shoe size mark].
Max was over powered by Xena not able to move too much. He managed to free his right arm and fumbled around to get a knife. He plunged and slashed the knife on Xena the lower back (the left side) repeatedly, Xena’s guts started to pour out of the open wound. But Xena ignored it and just kept strangling him. Finally, Max grew too weak, his arm dropped and the knife was stuck on Xena’s back. Xena found the chance, she reached back and pulled the knife out.
Now, she raised the knife with both hand high above her head, she straddled on Max and back straight, ready to plunge the knife down. But at the exact moment, the door burst open, two of Max’s men rushed in and opened hire (riffle or pistol, no shot gun this time), it was a short burst only a few seconds, but many bullets hit Xena’s back drilling small red holes, but busting out of her chest in bigger holes, splashing blood and tissues all over Max. Xena held her postion, her arms raised high, body arching back, jerking twisting violently in the rain of bulleted.
When the gun shot stoped, Xena was “frozen” in her strike position for a short while, with wide opened eyes and stunned impression, after a second, she groaned only one world “fuck” (or the Russian equivalent), then she fell forward, not able to control her body anymore, the knife plunged deep into Max’s shoulder, and she dropped prone on top of Max, like in sex, but just not moving anymore, her back full of bullet holes and a loop of intestines hanging out.
The guards fliped Xena off their boss. Max got up with help. He was badly hurt but will live. He looked at Xena, now lying face-up on the ground face up, eyes wide open, mouth half open. Her front was full of holes too, some small (entry), but mostly quite big (exit), thru the blood soaked clothes, we can still see each jagged bullet holes. Intestines on her side. Max cursed and kicked her body, out of rage, he grab a pistol from his guard and shot Xena on her face: 3 on the forehead, one on the cheek and one on her chin, similar to Luzia previously [ you can make the wounds slightly smaller than last time, but keep the quality!] Chunks of Xena;s brain is now splashed all around her head.
Max was escorted out by the guards. Xena left alone on the floor, camera should give a very very long and slow view of their body, feet, face, all the wounds [make sure her body position can reveal most of the wounds! For example, her head need to tilt to the side that allows and face shot to be seen]
Scene darks, then lighten up up, caption showing “8 hours later, The Next Morning”
Max came back, his should now patched up. He mocked at now matter how strong Xena was, she is now al dead with no guts no brains left. He admired her body again, especially her big feet. He played with the feet, but didnt’t remove her shoes [we can see the show size again]. He said to himself Xena’s size 41 feet is so beautiful but the sandal reminded of him Luiza that is how he found out. He mocked at Xena being so tough but missed a small point. He then counted the bullets holes one-by-one, and found out she took xx bullets in total [ this time let’s slow down, take the time and let the audience enjoy Xena and all the wound effect meticulously made by your crew].
Finally he left Xena lying there and walked away.")
![THE ELF AND BAD SANTA - THE ELF AND BAD SANTA
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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
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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.")
