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Author's Note: This prequel is the fifth story in the Blue Elf series, which included Yule Spirit and the Blue Elves, Another Blue No??l, and The Blue Elves Save Christmas, and The Blue Elves Meet Wondysaur. Those stories, in turn, were suggested by a cartoon in my collection A Christmas Surprise done for a Christmas in the last century. A sidelight on the Blue Elves appeared in Yule Eve at Morganna's. Part 1. Ace Reporter, Daisy Dell, made her first appearance, recently in Daisy and the Enemy Agent.

WARNING: This work contains graphic violence, nudity, rape and other non-consensual, sexual scenes, and many low, smutty, sophomoric, attempts at humor. It is intended for, and should only be read, by mature adults, over the age of twenty-one years.

The Adventures of Daisy Dell, Ace Reporter.
Yes Daisy, there is a Santa Clause.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)
(GW Page at the Valkyrie.)

Ace Reporter, Daisy Dell, between multitudinous other news assignments, was eager to find some human interest story, appropriate to the fast approaching Holidays.

(Maybe I'll find some kind of Christmas story here at Higby's Department Store?) Daisy thought, as she dropped off her outerwear at the Store's convenient cloak-check.

It was the day after Higby's big Christmas Parade, and the holiday season was already in full swing. Daisy paused at the bottom of the slide, that swiftly transported reluctant tots down from the department store Santa Clause's high-set platform, efficiently keeping the line of children moving swiftly, and eliminating bottlenecks at Santa's lap.

(Isn't that clever?) Daisy thought. (Maybe I could...)

Then Daisy's keen reporter's eye observed that the slide did sometimes scare the wits out of the smaller or more timid children, as they plummeted down the precipitous incline. It also caused a certain amount of resentment, among those children, who were forcibly tossed on to the slide, when they tried to overstay their visit with Santa.

(No, better not. Might be misinterpreted as critical of the store, and Higby's is a big advertiser with the paper.)

Then Daisy noticed the tiny elfin figure, at the bottom of the slide, handing out candy canes to the children who had just visited Santa. She had been stationed there by the store management to calm childish agitation induced by the terrors of the new slide.

(Oh she has the sweetest smile!) Daisy told herself. (Why I'd almost swear she IS a real elf. Those pointed ears certainly look real, and she's so tiny, and fragile looking.)

If Daisy could have looked beyond the sweet, elfin smile, she would have been in for a shock.

The small female, Malicia by name, was indeed a real elf, but not one of those benevolent creatures pictured in the popular imagination. Although such Elves do exist, Malicia was a Blue Elf, the very antithesis of Santa's kindly, toy-makers.

As Malicia smilingly handed out red and white candy canes, with a jolly, holiday smile, she was thinking. (Shit! Sometimes, I hate friggin' Xmas. All these squalling brats t'be nice to, and Higby's'll be open twelve hours a day, till New Year's, and I'll be on my feet all o'them. Sure be glad when spring comes, and I can get back to my 'three-card-Monte' stand in the park.)

"Here Kid" Malicia handed out another candy cane, as she looked up at the next child coming down the slide, from 'Santa'. (Hah! Look at that whiny little brat! Guess Santa didn't promise him he'd get what he wanted. Tough Titty kid! Heh, heh!)

(Not as funny as that four-eyed kid, last night, after the parade, who wouldn't go down the slide, 'less the fake Santa promised him a Red Ryder BB gun. Kid looked dumb enough t'shoot his eye out with it, too!)

Malicia handed the 'whiny little brat' a candy cane. (Yeah! Malicia had t'come t'the big city to make her fortune. Some fortune! Oh my achin' dogs. S'pose it could be worse, though! Could be back home, squatting in a hut around the corner from the North Pole, taking care of a pair o brats full time, like Sinella. Sure don't know how any sister o'mine was dumb enough, t'get knocked up. Just because that jerk Marvin was gonna' be King of the Blue Elves, when his great-uncle died, and then Sinella'd be queen. Big Deal!)

"Here Kid! Merry Christmas!" (Course them twins o'Sinella's are pretty cute. Last time I was home, little Pickelina told me how her and Pruny followed this squirrel around, and then stole his whole stash of nuts, he'd stored away for the winter. And Prunella let on, how her and her sister, siphoned off most of their old man's wartberry cider, and replaced it with melted ice. Hah! Serve that moron, Marvin, right!)

Malicia patted another child on the head. (If that eight armed, fake Santa o'Higby's pinches my butt one more time, I'm gonna' kick his nuts up inta his throat so's he chokes on 'em! SHEEZ! Why would I be interested in a FAKE? I've had offers from the REAL Santa Claus! Course, no Elf in her right mind would wanna' risk gettin' in dutch with that jealous, bitch wife o'his, Holly, the lady blacksmith.)

Daisy continued to watch the Elfin female. (Gee! I wonder if she really is an elf? Boy! What a scoop that would be! Maybe I will interview her? At least, I might get some kind of human interest thing out of it.)

At the familiar term "Toots', Daisy visibly winced, thinking of another diminutive female she met last year, and said just a trifle nervously, .

"Please don't call me 'Toots' if you wouldn't mind? It reminds me of a rather unpleasant experience."

"Yeah! Sure, sure, Sis, whatever." Malicia replied. "Tell ya what, though. I can't talk long, now. Store rules, ya know. How 'bout I meetcha' after quitting time at nine t'night?"

"Oh, of course!" Daisy replied. "Could you, maybe, come to my apartment?" She handed the Elf, an impressively embossed, business card with her address.

Malicia noted the address with interest. (Huh! That's a pretty swanky neighborhood. Might be somethin' in this fer me!)

"Sure enuff, Sis. I'll be there with bells on."

Daisy went off to collect her coat and hat from the cloak room, and then headed for City hall, to investigate the new paving contract awarded to one of the mayor's cronies.

(Think they can hide the dirt from ME, huh? Well they haven't counted on Ace Reporter, Daisy Dell! They'll see!)

That evening, many hours on her feet, later, as Malicia left Higby's she considered whether it would be worth her while to keep her appointment with the Ace Reporter. (Oh Geez, my feet are killin' me, an' it's a real long walk. Like t'take a cab, but I'm broke 'til payday! Hmmm!)

Malicia observed a Charity Santa Clause ringing his bell next to his large pot for donations.

The elusive Blue Elf disappeared unobtrusively into an alley, deftly avoiding the hubbub caused by the heinous robbery of the Charity Santa Claus. A minute later, Malicia emerged on a street around the corner, and gratefully hailed a taxi.

Malicia cautiously had the taxi stop down the street from the address Daisy had given her. She looked around the neighborhood warily. Seeing the doorman at the front door of Daisy's building, she easily slipped by him unnoticed, a Blue Elf skill that is often invaluable to them, in their nefarious schemes. Although this time, it was unnecessary as she had an appointment, Malicia liked to keep in practice. She took the elevator to the eighth floor, and rang the buzzer. When there was no answer after several rings, the Elf silently tried the door, and found it unlocked.

A call from her editor, had unexpectedly dispatched Daisy to cover a surprise press conference by the Governor. In her haste, she had left the door unlocked.

From habit, Malicia 'cased the joint'. Beneath the tree, were scores of valuable gifts sent to the Ace Reporter, at this Joyous Season, by the many admirers of her journalistic expertise and sensational reporting. Of course, it was always Daisy's practice to donate the gifts to Charity after the Holiday.

Malicia's eyes gleamed greedily.

Quickly determining that Daisy was absent from her apartment, Malicia removed the swag bag, she always carried in her elfin cap, 'just in case', and began rapidly filling it. Not planning a heist, she'd left the door open when she came in, a careless slip, wholly out of character, for a Blue Elf. The long tiring day at the department store, had somewhat dulled her normally razor-sharp vigilance.

While Malicia was busy at the tree, Daisy arrived home, and seeing the open door, cautiously entered the apartment on tiptoe. The quick-witted
Ace Reporter instantly assessed the situation.

(Ommigosh that sweet looking, little elf girl is stealing all the presents!)

Daisy acted quickly to apprehend the thief.

Daisy discovered that holding on to a Blue Elf is about as easy as holding on to a bag of agitated rattle snakes. Malicia managed to elbow her in the stomach, at the same time she kicked her in the shin.

A second later, Malicia jerked herself free.

Daisy expected the tiny female to flee for her life, once she wriggled loose. Instead, the Elf turned defiantly, as though challenging the tall, full-bodied redhead, to a fight. Daisy had committed the unthinkable offense, she laid hands on a Blue Elf. Blue Elves are extremely touchy, and make it a point of elfin honor to repay any such violation of their person, with interest.

"O.K. Sister! You asked fer it!" The diminutive thief snarled. "Now, yez gonna get IT!"

Daisy suppressed a desire to laugh. How dare this impudent, little, sneak thief threaten an internationally acclaimed, Ace Reporter?

"Don't be silly, you evil, little half-pint, I'm twice your size, and besides, I've been taking Jiu Jitsu lessons, and I'm an expert, at it."

Of course, Daisy considered any sort of fisticuffs beneath her dignity as a professional journalist, and a lady of refinement. Yet, if the need arose, THIS TIME she was prepared to deal with the situation. Since her unfortunate encounter with the Japanese Agent, Betty Yamata, the previous year, Daisy had been diligently pursuing the oriental martial art. Though perhaps not yet an expert, her teacher, Judo Judy, was much impressed by her pupil's progress, and had informed Daisy she was more than capable of defending herself in any situation.

"Why you're as safe from any attack, as I am myself!" Judy assured her.

Daisy's well-meant warning brought a snicker of derision from the malevolent Elf.

Though done in the magnanimous spirit of fair play, Daisy would have been wiser to immediately demonstrate her newly acquired martial skills, rather than discussing them, at length. While the celebrated newswoman was still talking, the tiny Elf girl drove a brutal right fist into the redhead's firmly rounded tummy, knocking the wind out of her.

The devastating, unexpected punch paralyzed the voluptuous reporter, and she gagged and sputtered, trying to get her breath. Her diminutive foe coolly evaluated the big redhead's aggressive capabilities, and judged them wanting.

Before Daisy could breathe again, Malicia kicked her in the face, with the agility of an acrobat.

Several years earlier, Malicia spent a few weeks in Paris, as the paid "companion" of a wealthy American ex-patriot, who much appreciated the charms of petite, delicate women. Bar hopping in the seamiest dives of the French Capital, Malicia became acquainted with an Irish-French Banshee named Meroe. The two were united by a mutual disregard, if not to say utter contempt, for conventional rules of morality. Of course, it is uncertain that either of them was even aware such rules existed.

During their brief acquaintanceship, Meroe, and her friend Yvonne Lafeet, showed the inquisitive Elf a bare smattering of the rudiments of the French martial art of Savate, or 'kickboxing'. No one would rate Malicia an expert, or even an experienced amateur. Nevertheless, Malicia used what little she knew, with the verve and gusto typical of Blue Elves, to prevent Daisy from getting close enough to effectively use her, reportedly, much more impressive, judo skills. In the process, the ruthless Elf kicked the big redhead all over the room.

Like all Blue Elves, Malicia was quite handy with her fists, as well as her feet. Though tiny, her fists were hard as small rocks. Not a skilled boxer, she was certainly a scrappy, barroom brawler. Malicia had never heard of the Marquess of Queensberry, and would have laughed at a sports code that preached "you must not fight simply to win;.....you must win by the rules". Blue Elves fight ONLY to win, not for the sport of it, and do not recognize such things as rules'. Daisy very painfully found this out, the hard way, when Malicia rammed a hard fist directly into her sweetest treasure.

After the foul blow between her legs, Daisy would have been more than willing to negotiate her differences, with her elfin foe, but Blue Elves don't negotiate, particularly when they are winning. In great distress, Daisy was pretty much a sitting duck for Malicia's rapid, followup flurry of punches.

Once she gained the initial advantage, it took the ruthless, little elf about thirty seconds to batter the glamorously voluptuous reporter into 'la-la' land. Without even launching a punch, poor Daisy was seeing stars.

It was certainly an unequal contest. A tall, feisty, full-bodied, robustly built, redhead, well schooled in the art of Jiu Jitsu, facing a tiny, fragile-looking foe, half her size, with no formal combat training. A decisive, one-sided beating seemed assured. It was unquestionably a decisive, one-sided beating, all right, but not the one the odds-makers would have predicted. The likely underdog had knocked the odds-on favorite silly. Satisfied with the progress of the unequal fight, Malicia put the finishing touch on her aggressive attack, launching her small, sturdy body in a final flying Savate kick to Daisy's chin. The gorgeous redhead, crashed to the floor and lay motionless on her back, shuddering a little, and moaning softly.

The tiny underdog had done such an effective job that, though the tall, voluptuously contoured reporter moaned a little, she was completely oblivious, when Malicia, stripped her naked. All Blue Elves pride themselves on their ability to totally denude a prisoner in the blink of an eye. Of all Blue Elves, Malicia was admired as the greatest expert in the art. Whenever she visited home, her young niece Prunella clamored for "Auntie Maweecee" to teach her the art, too. Before you could say "Christmas Plum Pudding", the Elf not only slipped out of her own simple elfin gown, but divested Daisy of her shoes, silk hose, skirt, pantie-girdle, blouse and brassiere.

The sudden cool air on her denuded body, roused Daisy from drooling insensibility. She sat up groggily, and was shocked to discover she was 'mother-naked', without a stitch of clothing left to cover her abundant charms.

The ominous implications of 'not needing clothes' filled Daisy with apprehensive alarm. She leaped to her feet. Our intrepid heroine had learned a great deal about Blue Elves, in the last few minutes. Rather than fight to the death for her honor, Daisy chose the wiser discretionary alternative; she fled from the nearly nude Elf, in hysterical panic.

Daisy made a mad dash for the front door of her eighth floor apartment. The small, agile Elf beat her to it, and grinning evilly, deftly cut off access to Daisy's only means of escape.

Escape blocked, Daisy could only run around the apartment in circles, like a headless chicken, screeching hysterically, with the randy Elf in hot pursuit. The tiny pursuer was laughing gaily, in enjoyment of the chase. Though less playful than others of the elfin kind, Blue Elves do enjoy a game of tag on occasion, especially if there is a reward for catching their quarry. In this case the prize was Daisy's lush, ivory-hued body.

Inevitably, with no room for maneuver, the maidenly quarry was swiftly run to ground.

Even though caught painfully by the hair, Daisy still modestly tried to shield her embarrassing nudity from the Elf's beady, hotly gleaming eyes.

Daisy certainly wasn't ashamed of her body; indeed, she was quite proud of her sleek, voluptuous curves, and justly so. However she had no wish to display herself naked to the evil, little female, who had just painfully beaten her up, and now seemed all too attracted by those most alluring, naked charms. Though, perhaps not a total innocent, Daisy preferred dalliance on more equal and voluntary terms, involving wining and dining, soft music and suave seductive whispers. Blue Elves, on the other hand, take a much more direct, not to say brutal, approach to erotic encounters.

Ignoring the gorgeous Ace Reporter's fearful protestations of virtue, Malicia grabbed Daisy's hair with both hands, and forced the tall redhead down on her knees, so she could better reach those enticingly ripe, cherry lips.

The deep soulful kiss took Daisy's breath away, but that only made her more determined to escape the hateful elfin embrace. Enticing though that bee-stung mouth might be, Malicia had also been eyeing Daisy's fulsome, sprightly bosom. She let go of Daisy's hair, and allowed the desperate redhead to struggle back up on her feet. Buoyed by her seeming success, Daisy redoubled her frantic efforts to escape from the libidinous Elf. In dismay, she discovered the crafty Malicia had trapped her svelte torso in an inescapable embrace.

Now, the tiny elf's head was conveniently level with the lush-bodied captive's marvelously endowed bosom. Like overripe melons, weightily trembling on the vine, Daisy's lavishly rounded breasts, heaved in enchanting agitation; irresistible targets for the lustful Elf. Malicia began lasciviously tonguing the beautiful redhead's nipples. Unable to escape, Daisy vainly tried to shield her breasts from the Elf's offensive attentions.

Malicia's deft, talented tongue darted hither and thither, titillating and tormenting the pulchritudinous redhead's voluptuous, white flesh. The lecherous Elf's lustful aggression, though scornfully repulsed with righteous repugnance, kindled some most unwelcome urges and desires, in Daisy's curvaceous bosom.

Spiritually strong, Daisy stiffened her spine to vanquish carnal temptation. (NO, NO! I WON'T let myself!)

Yet, by the time Malicia reached her ultimate target, the tiny, red-thatched treasure between her shapely, ripely tapered thighs, Daisy was trembling in nervous excitement. Her knees were so rubbery she could hardly stay on her feet. She had an awful, nearly uncontrollable urge to allow her pliant body to slide to the floor, and let the evil Malicia have her way, with her...(No, no! I-I mustn't...I'm not THAT kind of girl! Oh Darn her!)

Daisy felt the Elf's hot breath at the forbidden portal. As though drawn by a magnet, Daisy's hand hesitantly touched one of her nipples, set atingle, by Malicia's elfin tongue. The feathery pressure of her own fingers, sent an electric shock through Daisy's bosom. Her nipples stiffened like small, delicate arrowheads. She didn't want to... It was wrong!...but she couldn't stop caressing her own stiff nipple. Oh! It felt so nice.

Then Daisy felt something even more forbiddenly nice...

Daisy would vehemently insist that Malicia raped her, but as a street-wise Ace Reporter, she was naturally familiar with the adage: 'if y'can't avoid it, relax and enjoy it'!

Malicia paused in what she was doing, long enough to observe with a knowing snicker: "Oh my goodness, Sis! Yer twat's dripping like an icicle in May. Guess ya like me treating ya a little rough, huh? Some gals are like that, I hear. Like t'be on top, myself, but 'everybody to her own taste', like the old lady said, when she peed in her tea!"

Daisy bit back the retort, she would normally make, to such a coarse, disgusting insult. Although loathe to admit it, even to herself, she was afraid the lascivious Elf might stop evilly 'ravishing' her. It wasn't long after Malicia seductively reinserted her deft tongue into Daisy's most intimate treasure, that the gorgeous redhead shuddered and nearly swooned, in a most satisfying climax.

"O.K. Sis, now it's yer turn t'do me!" Malicia informed the still deliciously shivering Ace Reporter.

"D-do y-you..." Daisy stammered, roused from her delectable pink fog, with a start. "Oh-oh...b-but I-I c-could never... wh-why I d-don't know h...Oh I just couldn't..."

"Gonna play hard t'get, huh Sis? Well that's O.K.! I like challenges. Always fun to overcome what they call 'maidenly reticence'. Hee, hee! Yep lottsa' fun!"

Malicia eyes gleamed as she glanced at Daisy's magnificent Christmas tree. "Yeah, Scotch Pine! That's handy! Bimbo's got good taste in Xmas trees!"

The diabolical Elf grasped one of the sturdiest branches at the bottom of the gorgeous tree, and deftly broke it off. The act of wanton vandalism ruined the perfect symmetry, that led the fastidious Ace Reporter to choose that particular tree. A breach of her genteel good taste was the least of Daisy's worries just then, though.

With sinking heart, still stammering virtuous protests, Daisy apprehensively watched the wicked Elf destroy her beautiful Christmas tree, to provide a weapon, whose purpose was all too clear. Was there no way? While Malicia was busy with the tree, Daisy glanced hopefully toward the door, estimating her chances. The odds of success were slim. Yet, Daisy was so alarmed and repelled by the prospect of being made to satisfy the libidinous Elf's lewd demand, that she was about to take the chance. Malicia, as though divining her intent, turned her head and quelled the brief hope with a steely glance, and a sneering curl of her lip, scaring the shapely journalist nearly out of her wits. Cold chills racing up and down her spine, Daisy froze where she stood.

A moment later any hope of escape was dashed, when Malicia grabbed Daisy by the ear, and flung her down on her knees.

Brandishing the Scotch Pine switch, aggressively, Malicia planted her tiny, but immovable foot on Daisy's neck, pinning her inescapably to the floor.

Malicia rapidly convinced Daisy that physically satisfying a lewd, disgusting elfin libido might not be so repellent an alternative to Scotch Pine, after all.

(Horrid little WITCH!) Daisy thought, as she wailed her capitulation.

Malicia was none too gentle, as she contemptuously toed Daisy over on her back.

As Daisy gingerly nursed her scalded derriere, Malicia settled down astride her neck. Still bitterly indignant, Daisy gazed woefully up at her tiny tormentor in sullen surrender.

With that horrifying Scotch Pine branch lying conveniently near to hand, Daisy had no choice but do what she was told. (Next year, I'm going to get an artificial Christmas Tree!) A sadder, wiser Daisy resolved belatedly.

When Malicia was more than satisfied that she had derived the maximum pleasure, that the situation could provide, she started to get to her feet, but then a thought struck her. Absentmindedly, she sat back down on Daisy's face, while she pondered. Daisy struggled desperately for breath, her air supply cut off by the elfin behind planted firmly on her nose and mouth. Deep in thought, Malicia ignored Daisy's convulsive contortions, and muffled choking gurgles.

"Yeah, maybe Vera might..." Malicia murmured, finally coming to a decision. She rose languidly from Daisy's face. Daisy choked and gasped, finally able to breath again.

Malicia looked down at the choking redhead, and callously inquired: "Geez, what's wrong with ya, now?"

Daisy had hardly stopped choking and coughing when Malicia grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her to a small chair.

Malicia securely bound Daisy, using her hostess's own Christmas present wrapping ribbon and tape, to tie her up.

When Daisy timidly tried to resist, Malicia snarled: "Sit still and stop wiggling, or I'll shove that Scotch Pine switch up yer keyster!"

Daisy gulped apprehensively, and sat still as a statue. She had learned the hard way, that the adorable looking, little female was ruthless as a Chicago gangster, and never made empty threats.

'Oh please, d-don't hurt me anym..." Daisy's plea was cut short.

"SHADDUP!" Malicia snapped, as she stuffed a Christmas tree ornament in Daisy's mouth, and taped it there as a gag.

Malicia satisfied herself that Daisy was trussed up tighter than a Christmas turkey, then dialed a phone number, using Daisy's own telephone.

'Yeah, lemme talk to Miss Margolis.... Hi Vera..."

Helplessly bound, Daisy listened in horror, to the evil Elf's conversation. (Good Gosh! She's talking about selling ME to Vera Margolis! Why that Margolis woman is a notorious 'Madam" and 'white slaver'. She owns a string of brothels here in the city, and it's common knowledge she regularly supplies unfortunate women to bordellos in South America. Oh Dear Heaven help me, please, please!)

Poor Daisy was appalled at the prospect of being brutally sold into involuntary, servile concubinage, in some foreign land far from home. She trembled in dread.

(Oh, how can fate be so cruel, and at Christmas time? Can no one help me? Oh it's too horrible to think about. My beautiful, pure, alabaster body, the plaything of fat, bestial perverts! Evil men will ravish and defile me, and make me do awful, disgusting things for their debauched pleasure.) Daisy shivered, breathing heavily, bosom heaving, almost as though...

At that very moment, potential help was at hand, if only aware of Daisy's desperate predicament. The Christmas Superheroine, Yule Spirit, mounted on her flying steed, Jingle Bell, the Wonder Reindeer, was cruising above the City, before returning to the North Pole.

"For Gosh sakes, fly level, Jingle Bell, you're making me air sick." Yule Spirit exclaimed in irritation, interrupting her joyous rendition of a Christmas favorite. "And pay attention where you're flying! Never mind what's happening on the ground. Watching out for problems is my job. I'M the SUPERHEROINE!"

(Holy Cow! NO kidding? How could I forget you're the 'superheroine'. Ya only tell me yer a superheroine, about twenty times a day. While yer at it, ya might mention that yer a bossy, conceited, know-it-all TWIT, too!) Was the unspoken reply.

Jingle Bell would have liked to say what he was thinking out loud, but of course reindeer, can't speak, except on Christmas Day. It was the young reindeer's first Xmas on the job, and he didn't find the work congenial. Of course, the lazy beast never found any work congenial. He didn't find his junior partnership with the renowned Christmas Superheroine congenial, either. If the truth be known, he found Yule Spirit a royal pain in the neck.

Even though Yule Spirit was spared her mount's subversive, unflattering sentiments, she did sometimes sense that Jingle Bell's attitude lacked that deferential admiration, appropriate on the part of a faithful, animal sidekick, toward an illustrious Superheroine; admiration that the dynamic Defender of Christmas considered no more than her due. In fact, Yule Spirit was just a little disenchanted with her new 'Wonder Reindeer'.

(Gee Whiz! If anyone else, but Santa Clause, sold me this reindeer, I'd think he put a fast one over on me. But Santa wouldn't...I don't think...would he?)

Had Yule Spirit not been so serenely confident of her own sound judgement, and shrewd trading abilities, but, instead, made some prudent inquiries before purchase, she might have discovered that the jolly, old gentleman in the red suit, despite his many virtues and sterling qualities, was known far and wide, as the craftiest reindeer trader in the North; one who had 'skinned' many an innocent buyer, before her.

Meanwhile, perhaps Daisy's luck had changed. Providence was about to intervene in her predicament. Her heartfelt appeal to the Heavenly Angels was heard by none other than Ivy, the Christmas Angel, herself. Naturally, Ivy was absolutely non-violent, as befitted a kindly, benevolent angel, but she swiftly sought out Yule Spirit, confident that the dauntless Superheroine would masterfully handle the situation, using whatever force might be appropriate and necessary.

"Yule will teach the nasty, little wretch a well deserved lesson! Hope she really beats the snot out of that odious, impious creature, too!" The kindly, benevolent, heavenly messenger told herself, with satisfaction, as she flew unerringly toward her goal.

As they headed toward Daisy's apartment building, the disgruntled Jingle Bell, annoyed by the extra work imposed on him, fantasized about Blue Elves kidnapping both Yule Spirit, and her angelic ally, Ivy.

The daydreaming reindeer was snapped out of his reverie, by an exasperated command. "WATCH OUT, Jingle Bell, you almost crashed into that flock of low flying geese!"

(Okay Bubble Butt, keep yer girdle on. I Just wanted to give them a little scare.) The reindeer replied, silently. Once again, he ardently wished he could tell the irritating, know-it-all Superheroine, loud and clear to: 'stuff an Xmas Stocking in it'.

The incident drove the satisfying images from the reindeer's mind. (Ahh, I suppose it couldn't happen, anyway. How could Blue Elves kidnap a Superheroine or a real Angel from Heaven? Elves don't have super powers or even know any magic. Damn! Wish that bimbo would stop rubbing her crotch on my neck, it's giving me a rash. Maybe if the sanctimonious twit went out and got laid, instead of always bragging about her 'chaste virginity,' she wouldn't be so bitchy all the time!)

Just then, they arrived at Daisy's apartment building, and at Yule Spirit's urging, Jingle Bell flew directly into the apartment through the open balcony window, just as the demonic Blue Elf finished stuffing her swag bag with any odds and ends she missed earlier.

Yule Spirit was horrified to see the renowned Ace Reporter bound and gagged.

"Oh Dear Heavens, that despicable, little villain used Christmas Present wrapping materials, to tie Miss Dell. I can hardly believe that even an odious Blue Elf could stoop so low, as to vilely desecrate the tokens of THIS Holiday, of ALL Holidays?" The Festive Day's very own Superheroine murmured in shocked disgust.

"Well! I'll put a STOP to this OUTRAGE!"

The formidable Christmas Superheroine, in a voice suggestive of the deep, melodious, holiday bells of the joyous season, ordered the nefarious elf to desist at her peril. Yule Spirit's 'faithful' reindeer mount did not fully appreciate being included in the threats of retribution. The red-nosed corsair's silent thoughts were, to say the least, considerably less bellicose than those of his rider.

Malicia had no intention of releasing Daisy, or surrendering to the formidable Superheroine, either. In a motion so swift, that it even escaped Jingle Bell's keen eye, the Elf whipped her own dress back on, whipped out a small bag of marbles, she always carried for emergencies, and tossed them under Yule Spirit's feet.

As the majestic superheroine sped across the room, her high-heeled boots slipped on the marbles. Though blessed with nymph-like grace, Yule Spirit found it impossible to maintain her precarious balance.

With a yelp of consternation, Yule Spirit fell flat on her face, or, at least, as flat as possible, for a Superheroine, so generously endowed with magnificent, mammary abundance.

By the time Yule Spirit gingerly climbed to her feet, cautiously avoiding any further unfortunate encounters with the elfin marbles, Malicia, laying her finger aside of her nose, and giving a nod and a wink, to the snorting reindeer, sprang through the door, with her bag of loot flung on her back like a peddler's pack, and made good her escape. Her one regret was that she had not had time to stuff Daisy into her bag, along with the other booty.

There was nothing more Yule Spirit could do, but warily cross the room to untie Daisy. The dignified superheroine blushed in embarrassment at falling on her face in front of a representative of the press, not to mention her failure to apprehend the miscreant, or recover Daisy's looted presents.

But as the blushing Superheroine removed the reporter's bonds, Daisy was so glad and relieved to be free, that she hardly noticed Yule Spirit's discomfiture.

Overcoming her embarrassment, Yule Spirit gushed: "Oh Miss Dell, I'm such an admirer of your journalism. I never miss one of your columns."

The keen-eyed Superheroine, trained to take in every detail, couldn't help noticing, even as she expressed her praise. (Why if it wasn't for that awful carroty hair, she'd be almost as beautiful as I am!)

"Oh why thank you, My Dear. Just a few scribbled jottings about the world situation, and the universal, human condition, as Daisy Dell sees it." Daisy replied, with that unfailing, and so becoming modesty, that made her everyone's favorite in the newsroom, then added. "Oh please call me Daisy!"

Now Daisy's acute (and very cute, as well) nose for news was nearly twitching in excitement. She had just been saved from a 'fate worse than death' by a Superheroine thought by all, to be only a children's Christmas legend, but here was Yule Spirit, herself, standing beside her in the flesh, and most gorgeous, full-figured flesh, it was, too.

(Why her figure's almost as good as mine. Of course, her 'bubs' are just a little too big, maybe?) Daisy noted, even though her mind was on other things.

"Ommigosh! I'm so excited. Why you're Yule Spirit! Oh you're a real person, and a real Superheroine too! Holy Cow! I can hardly believe it." Daisy gushed breathlessly. Then she had a new thought.

"Oh, Gee Whiz, does that mean Santa is real too?"

With a knowing, self-assured smile, Yule Spirit nodded affirmatively.

Daisy was so excited, that she completely forgot that she was still stark naked, and hardly noticed the smarting sensitivity in her delightfully contoured, though unnaturally scarlet, derriere. (The nasty, snickering Malicia might call it 'Scotch Pine rash'.)

"And your Reindeer really can fly. I saw him when you came in the window. Wow! That's incredible! He's such a handsome animal, too." (Hope the Shaggy Beast IS house-broken, and doesn't piddle, OR WORSE, on my new oriental carpet!)

Yule Spirit looked across the room, with a slight frown at the smirking, red-nosed 'corsair' of the ether. "Yes. That's Jingle Bell, the Wonder Reindeer." The Superheroine replied, seemingly without much conviction or enthusiasm. She was thinking: (Yeah, the 'wonder' is I got stuck with that 'lemon', and the reindeer loan I took out to buy him from Santa, won't be paid off, until 1945.)

As Yule Spirit and Daisy gushingly traded compliments, Jingle Bell grew more and more disgusted. It was long past the time for his return to his warm barn and dinner. His thoughts became more resentful by the minute.

(Aw NUTS! I hate Yakking females! It's not like Miss High-and-Mighty Superheroine pays me overtime pay. Fact is, she don't pay me nothing at all, except moldy hay. Time t'do something about this!)

The Wonder Reindeer took matters into his own hands, or would have, if he had hands, as it was, he used his cold, wet, red nose.

The next morning, with a whole night to think about it, Yule Spirit was madder than ever, at having been foiled by a contemptible Blue Elf. A Superheroine's Honor had been besmirched. Christmas Angel, Ivy, who also heartily despised sinful, irreverent, lewd, hedonistic Blue Elves, used her heavenly powers to further the cause of Justice, by pinpointing Malicia's location. A future age's GPS couldn't have done it better! Acting on Ivy's tip, Yule Spirit caught up with the elfin malefactor, just when Malicia thought she was safe.

It looked impossible for the small elf on foot, to escape the Mighty Superheroine mounted on her flying steed, Jingle Bell the Wonder Reindeer. Head hanging low in defeat, Malicia stood dejectedly, the very picture of sorrowful, contrite resignation.

"Guess it's a 'fair cop', Ma'am! Ya got me at last! I gotta' admit you're sure one heck of a crackerjack Superheroine."

"Well, I'm not one to brag, but any Blue Elf would have to get up PRETTY early in the morning to put anything over on Yule Spirit."

"Yep! Why I bet with all yer super powers, there's hardly anything ya couldn't do, if ya put yer mind to it." Malicia said in admiring tones, looking up at the tall superheroine, almost worshipfully.

"Well, there may be some th..."

"Why I bet you could even lick that lamppost there, and your tongue wouldn't even stick to it!" Malicia interrupted, admiringly.

"Well I don't know...I've nev...Hey! Why would I want to do such a silly thing, as that, for, anyway?"

"T'prove t'the world how amazingly strong and powerful Superheroines are!"

"I don't have to prove that! Everyone knows that's TRUE!"

"Yeah but ya never can tell; there might be some doubters out there, who ain't convinced. Dontcha' think ya owe it t'your fans t'prove it beyond any shadow of a doubt?"

"I don't think that's nec..."

"Aww, c'mon! I dare ya!"

"I DON'T take dares! It's silly and undignified!" Yule Spirit replied haughtily, with a pretty little flounce of her silken, ebony tresses. "Why don't you do it yourself? I double dare YOU!"

Malicia hesitated, as though taken aback by the return dare. Then replied.

"Wouldn't prove anything fer me t'do it; I'm not a superheroine! Yer the SUPERHEROINE!"

While Yule Spirit considered that point, Malicia went for the kill.

"C'mon, SUPERHEROINE! I TRIPLE DOG DARE YA!"

Yule Spirit blanched a little, and gulped nervously. The dreaded 'triple dog dare"! It was the ultimate challenge, from which, no self-respecting Superheroine could turn away. According to the Rigid Superheroine Code, refusal meant she'd be branded a coward, disgraced among her Sister Superheroines, forever a shunned outcast.

"Course if yer scared..."

"I'm NOT scared! I'm a Superheroine, and certainly not 'scared' of any such absurd, childish nonsense! Everyone knows that's just a silly kid's superstition, anyway." Yule Spirit replied, just the slightest quaver of doubt noticeable in her melodious voice.

"Hah! So YOU say! Ya look scared t'me!"

"Superheroines are never scared, of ANYTHING! I-I'll prove it to you!" Yule Spirit announced, none too certainly, as she reluctantly dismounted from her seat on Jingle Bell's back, a seat that she now wistfully regarded as very safe and secure, one she'd much rather not vacate. Squaring her shoulders, she shivered a little in the icy morning air.

"C'mon, let's see ya do it then, if ya ain't scared!"

Wondering how she'd been ensnared in this wicked, elfin web, Yule Spirit gulped again, and gingerly approached the lamppost. She hesitated a moment, looking at it dubiously.

"Hah! I knew ya was scared! Nya, nya, na nya, nya! Yulie's scared...Yulie's scared!"

"I'm not EITHER!"

Then, taking a deep breath as though about to plunge into cold water, Yule Spirit leaned over, and touched her tongue to the frigid metal.

Once she got safely away, Malicia decided the town was 'too hot' for her, for the time being. She made hasty plans to spend the holidays with her sister, Sinella, and her twin nieces, Pickelina and Prunella.

(Best t'skip town after pullin' a big job like last night. Don't know what I was thinkin', stickin' around here, anyway? And after what I pulled on her this morning, that bitch, Yule Spirit'll have half the superheroines in the country helpin' her look' for me, not t'mind that goody-goody, tattletale angel, Ivy.)

Of course Blue Elves are optimistic by nature, and Malicia looked on the bright side.

(Too bad that Yulie bitch spoiled me selling that sappy reporter dame, tVera. I woulda' got a bundle for her. But with all the other loot, I got, I'm set until spring, and 'three-card-Monte' season. By then, Yulie'll have knocked off workin' 'till the start o'next year's holidays. Lazy slut only works three months a'year, and then lays around, doin' nothin', th'other nine!

Yeah, and now that fat jerk, in the phoney red suit, at Higby's, can stuff his crappy, fake elf job. Hah! See if they can find a REAL ELF any-where's t'replace ME!

That reminds me, I gotta get Little Prunella some o'them new comical books, with pictures, what all the kids are talkin' about, lately. She told me that lottsa' 'Comic Books' was what she wants more than anything else for Christmas.

Guess I'll get Pickelina one o'them Red Ryder BB Guns. Hah! Maybe she'll shoot her Pop, King Marvin's eye out. Heh, heh!

I wasn't sure how long Yulie'd stay stuck t'that pole, or I woulda' hooked that flying reindeer for the kids. They could have had a lot of fun with him. Oh well, maybe they'll get one for themselves, when they're older. They're real, little go-getters, those gals.)

That Evening:

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