Soft Christmas music played in the background as the party filed into the lounge. There were five in total, including the host; three men and two women, in their thirties and forties. They were dressed in fine evening wear. A couple carried drinks from the lovely dinner they had just finished.

“Well…” The host said, taking a seat in the comfortable armchair. Beside him, one of the other men took a seat in another chair. The rest settled down on the luxurious couch across from them. “That was a simply marvelous dinner. And now, I think, it’s time we had the gift exchange. I trust everyone brought something wonderful.”

The group nodded, all of them eying, across the room from where they sat, the wonderful Christmas tree and, spread out beneath it, the neatly wrapped gifts. Beneath the bows and the shiny wrapping paper, many of the ‘gifts’ had the unmistakable size and shape of a person. Others were wrapped boxes, large enough to hold a small person, curled up tight. The boxes and packages rustled, revealingly, as the occupants squirmed and struggled. Quiet moans escaped the wrapping.

“Now, I trust all of you remember the rules.” The host told them. “But just so we won’t have a repeat of last year’s debacle, I’ll repeat. This is a white elephant gift exchange. We’ll draw numbers to determine the order. When your turn comes, you may pick a gift to unwrap or steal another person’s gift. If your gift has been stolen, you may steal someone else’s gift or pick a new one, but you cannot steal back a gift you had and lost. Now, pick a number…” He held up a top hat, filled with several paper chits.

“I’m first!” One of the men said, holding up a slip with the number ‘1’ on it. Getting up from the couch, he walked over to the tree. He looked down, examining the brightly colored packages for a moment before picking one in a red and white, candy-cane stripped paper. It’s occupant squirmed, whimpering quietly as grabbed it.

The paper tore away, revealing a slender, young Asian girl, in her late teens. Her straight, dark hair was tied back in a pony-tail with a red bow. Below, her arms, legs and torso were wrapped with red and white ribbon. A thicker ribbon was pulled between her lips, holding in wadding to keep her muffled. Beneath the ribbons, she was completely nude.  

Though the bonds seemed more decorative then serious, they were, apparently strong enough to keep her still, save for some frightened trembling as the rest of the wrapping was pulled away. “Who brought her?” Someone asked.

“I did.” One of the women said. “This is Miss June Lee, age 19, former chemistry student.”

“Very nice!” The man reached down and scooped her up. She squirmed in his arms as he returned to the couch, sitting down with her in his lap. Her indignant squeals were muffled by her gag as he playfully pawed at her body. The other guest ignored the two as the other woman now held up a scrap of paper with the ‘2’ written on it.

“What do we have here?” She said, smiling, picking one of the two large boxes. She gasped, a large smile crossing her face as she lifted the lid. The others got a chance to see what she’d gotten a second later as she reached down inside and helped the occupant stand up. The girl inside rose awkwardly, partly because her joints were stiff from being curled up in the trunk of the car during the trip here and then underneath the tree while the guests had dinner, and partly because of the ropes binding her wrists and elbows, ankles and knees.    

Like the other captive, she was naked apart from her bonds. A festive, red ballgag kept her quiet as the older woman examined the younger girl. She was tall and athletic, with short, light blonde hair. Her light blue eyes were wide with fear and she shrank back as a hand was extended to feel up her small, but perky breasts.

“She’s mine.” The first man said, looking up from his current plaything. “Emily…something. 18, student, was on the soccer team at her high school, got ‘picked up’ after practice, got her for a steal at last month’s auction.”

Grabbing her present by the arm, the older woman led Emily back to the couch. She had to follow in short, awkward hops, with her legs bound. Soon, she joined the other slave in getting felt up, while the host called for number 3 to pick. Instead of unwrapping a new present, she decided to steal June from the first guest. With a pout, the man rose from the couch to select a new present. Any relief she teen might have felt at being taken from the man groping her vanished as her new owner quickly set to feeling her up.

Meanwhile, the third package of the evening was opened. All of the guests ‘oohed’ as the red wrapping paper, bedecked with bright green trees, was torn away to reveal a short, curvy, dark haired girl. Bands of sticky tape, appropriately green and red, wrapped her into a neat package no less than the crumpled paper had. She was the gift of the other female guest, a Stacey Petras, 19.

As she was carried over to the couch, guest number four rose to pick. He elected to steal Miss Lee, for the second time. In turn, Emily was taken, so her previous owner reluctantly rose to look over the two remaining packages.

“Which is the booby-prize, I wonder?” She thought aloud, eyeing their host who chuckled into his drink. On her left was a large box, of shinning green and topped with a red bow. Beside it, a figure wrapped in blue paper decorated with white snowflakes, lay on the floor. At long last, she elected to unwrap the blue present, bending over to tear at the paper.

“That one’s mine.” The second male guest piped up as a teen with dark skin and curly black hair was revealed. She was frogtied, thick leather straps binding her belt legs, while more wrapped her arms and torso. Another strap held a thick ring-gag between her teeth.

“One present left and it must be yours.” The other woman said to the host, giggling. “Fair’s fair if you’ve brought a booby-prize again.” She laughed again, continuing to paw at her own ‘present’s’ ample boobs.  

“I could steal yours…” The host suggested, before shrugging. “But as you said, fair’s fair.” Turning, he walked over to the remaining box and opened the lid. With it came a number of angry, muffled grunts and a woman struggled to sit up from inside. A thick panel gag covered the lower half of her face, while the top of an armbinder could be seen, keeping her arms trapped behind her back.

In contrast to the other ‘presents’ that evening, the woman was closer in age to the other guests, appearing to be in her late fifties or early sixties, with shoulder-length auburn hair starting to show grey. She glared up at her husband as he helped her up out of the box.

“Sorry dear, but you know, these white elephant gift exchanges must have at least one joke present. That’s half the fun.” The man said, grinning as his wife continued to berate him, hindered only slightly by the thick gag muffling her words. “I was hoping to pawn you off on one of them,” he nodded to the other guests, then gave a dramatic sigh. “But alas, I guess I’ll just have to keep you…at least until next Christmas!”

“And I suppose that concludes our gift exchange and party!” He told the other guests. They slowly rose from their seats, grabbing their coats and their ‘presents’, getting ready to take them home. “Have a safe journey home and have a Merry Christmas!”