Her head hung limply as her nose dripped red and swollen, like a good holiday reindeer. She was exhausted, strung up in a swing and swivel that allowed easy access to any part of her body. Her arms were tightly tied behind her back, in garland and strands of Christmas lights, numb. Her tits were bound as well, swollen and reddish-purple. She drooled around the gag in her mouth, long strands of saliva trailing to the floor, making one of the two puddles under her. The other reeked of stale cum and piss, from her and others.

Her mouth wasn’t the only thing full, though a dildo gag filled her throat. Eighteen inches of slink weaved its way through her bowels, her guts stretched beyond all reasonable limits. A thick vibrator plugged her cunt with more strands and garland holding it inside her. The batteries inside it had died hours ago, long after any strength had left her body. Now she just hung, like the stockings but without care, an early Christmas present already broken.

She heard the truck drive up and tensed. She would have struggled if she had any energy left, any fight. But that was gone, just like the visitors from earlier. “Santa’s elves”, partaking in an early celebration before she was strung up. Tenderized in a dozen ways and places until everyone else was done. Then, it was time to “re-wrap” the present. She whimpered softly around the gag as he walked in. He grinned immediately, whether because of her used state, exhaustion, or discomfort, who knew? Maybe all of the above. He strode over to her, jerked her head up by her matted hair, stroked her face and swollen nose, then punched her in the eye. She grunted as he spun her around in the makeshift swing until she was dizzy.

He let her spin about while he stripped down and got comfortable before finding a ring gag and returning to his wrapped present. He pulled the dildo gag out of her mouth and drool splattered on the floor. She barely had time to wince in pain from the sudden freedom in her jaw before it was locked in place once again. He stroked her bruised cheek, gripped her head, and then started thrusting in her throat, ramming hard through the o-ring. She gagged and heaved, drooling, almost retching on his cock. Tears ran down her eyes as he slammed with all his strength, fucking her throat raw. He smashed her face against his stomach and her nose left a bloody smear on it when he pulled her back. She spat up bile, her body shook, numb but not numb enough.

He then stepped back, grabbed a knife, and cut the strands holding her up. She fell to the floor with a thud, what little air in her exploding out of her body. Her bound tits felt like a thousand needles had just speared her as her weight smashed them against the floor. She barely felt him cut her free, blood returning to her arms and tits as she moaned in agony, completely limp. She cooed as the slink was pulled out of her ass, leaving it a gaping maw. The thick vibrator was removed next, her ruined holes exposed. She felt his fingers slide in, pumping in her slowly, as she grunted. Then fresh humiliation as something was inserted into her. A fleshlight, so she could be tight for him, she knew. She cried as he fucked it while it was inside her, tears lubricating her cheek as it slid along the carpet as he used her. She felt him stiffen and pull out and warmth splattered on her cheek.

Then he pulled her up, still limp, onto her knees, filling her mouth and throat with piss, heating her belly. She barely swallowed, just letting it happen. Then, finished, he kissed her softly before slapping her, then kissing her again more passionately. She smiled weakly as he carried her to the tub and washed the filth off her. Afterward, she slept against her Santa, ready for him to deliver more gifts to her, and to be a present for whoever he wanted to give her to. A broken toy, to be unwrapped and played with for years to come.