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 Mary Scarting was the hot, up and coming art talent in the big city.  She
was already making an extraordinary living off her work, even though it
wasn't all her own work.  Yes, this tragic tale of naughtiness involved a
partner, Barry Waters, that she had managed to take literally all credit
from.  Trusting the wrong woman can do that.

   While she was getting famous off of work that he had contributed to
greatly he was still struggling.  Despite his attempts to set it right, no
one had listened, so he was now fuming in his studio, trying to recreate
the magic that he had with Mary's help.  Of course she was also lacking a
certain element, but by now it didn't matter.  She had the reputation and
that was all she needed to ride the wave for years.

   Barry was about to turn in, wishing he could have gotten back home to
see his folks.  His apartment, even with the tree and decorations, just
didn't seem festive to him.  There's nothing like family, but he was about
to have a Christmas visit that would make this holiday memorable anyway. 
At that moment, down his chimney, appeared good Saint Nick.  "Merry
Christmas Barry!"

   "S-Santa?  Santa Claus?"

   "Have you been a good boy this year, Barry?"

   "I think so.  I can't believe I'm seeing this."

   "Oh, your belief is just starting.  You see you have been good.  Very
very good and Marcy, she's been very very naughty."

   "Marcy?"

   "She's your present this year!"

   "Say what?"

   Santa opened his bag and reached inside.  Even though it seemed
impossible for her to have fit in there, Marcy was pulled out of the bag.
Garland was holding her wrists together in front of her, a gift label was
over mouth, her eyes were smoldering with rage and a ribbon was on the top
of her head.

   "What in the world?"

   "Marcy has treated you rather unfairly hasn't she?  And she's gotten
rich in the process.  So she's here tonight to make that up to you and to
set things right."

   "How is she going to do that?"

   "She's going to help you with a special art project tonight." Marcy
finally decided to try, through the label gag, to make her anger known. 
She shook her fists and mumbled but then, when Santa snapped his fingers,
the garlands extended to the corners of the room, securing themselves in
place.  Her arms were no longer held together.  They were outstretched to
her sides.  She let out a stifled squawk.  Santa reached into his bag again
and pulled out several items.  "This year you get, paint, brushes, various
art supplies.  You also get these state of the art digital cameras.  You'll
use them all, with Marcy's help to make a special masterpiece that will put
your career back on track."

   "She's my subject?"

   "She's your canvas!" At that, two elves flew from the bag and with
greedy grins, began divesting Marcy of her clothes.  Marcy let out stifled
screams of panic as her body was bared quickly.  In seconds she was bare
naked, tied up so that she was helpless.  Her wide, frightened eyes stared
down at her own nudity for several seconds, then up at the equally stunned
Barry, then back down again.

   "MMMMMnnM!!!  P M CL BK!"

   Santa happily and magically prepared a pallete of paints and handed a
brush to Barry.  "Paint her body any way you want.  Then take some pictures
so that it will be remembered."

   Barry finally got past the bizarre nature of it all and his desire
kicked in.  There had never been anything romantic between him and Marcy.
It was all business.  They didn't even like each other.  Of course that
didn't keep him from noticing her exquisite, understated beauty.  Now that
he could see it in its entirety, he realized that under the frumpy, figure
hiding clothes that she always wore, she was spectacular head to toe.  "My
god you look good, Marcy." It wasn't that any one particular part of her
attracted the eye.  It was all nice, but what made her so stunning was the
overall experience of that figure.  She had an elegant body, modestly
curved and fair skinned.  That light skin would make a great canvas.  Barry
smiled already.

   "I've got to think about this." After just a moment of surveying that
naked body, he determined, "I know!  The Bare Sky would be appropriate."
The Bare Sky was the title of one their collaberative paintings.  He
wouldn't take the time to perfectly recreate it of course, but it would be
a lot of fun to have one of their works painted on that perfect body.  With
a wave, Santa made all the paints and materials he would need prepare
themselves.  In moments, after floating around the room on their own, a
brush found it's way to his hand.  With a wide smile and an involuntary
chuckle, he told her, "Now hold still, Marcy."

   "MM!  F!"

   Santa, also smiling and as friendly as always warned her, "Do as he says
Marcy.  The more difficult you make this for him, the more you'll be in
store for."

   Her eyes were burning with fury for both Barry and Santa but she did as
she was told.  She held as still as possible as the brush made contact with
her skin.  After just a few strokes of paint were applied, Santa allowed
the label on her mouth to fall away.  "You won't need that because I know
you'll stay quiet.  Unless you're spoken to of course."

   "This has gone on far enough!  You can't do this to me!  Do you know who
I am?"

   Santa Claus's warm but overpowering voice assured her, "Keep quiet.  Or
else I'll display you like this where dozens of people will see instead of
only one."

   "What?"

   "I've already done it more than once this year!"

   Marcy stayed as still and quiet as she could, though the embarrassment
of her imposed nudity and the feel of the paint and brush on her skin
caused momentary squirms and squeals.

   Inspired by the sight of naked Marcy, Barry did some of his fastest
work. Not his best work by any means, but certainly not sloppy either. 
When he was finished, her front side was covered with a painting, blue sky
from her navel up, a surreal sun painted on her left breast, below that,
she was wavy horizon, a small undefined building resting on a patch of
bright green grass that was her bush.  Barry stepped back and surveyed his
work with pride and lust.  "Can I take a picture now?"

   "NO!" Marcy shouted in terror.

   "You can take several!" Santa said.  He handed over one of the cameras,
one to Barry, one each to a pair of elves and one for himself.  Photographs
and videos were taken of the helpless, painted lady while she struggled to
keep her temper from erupting.  When they finished in a few minutes, she
finally exploded, "Now let me go!"

   "But we're not finished yet," Santa said.

   "We're not?," Barry asked.

   The elves leapt into action, with superhuman speed and ability, they had
Marcy's body scrubbed clean and tied up in a slightly different postion,
arms straight up now.  Santa waved a hand at her and said, "Make another
masterpiece!" Barry beamed and grabbed a brush.  Marcy blushed furiously
but managed to keep quiet as she prepared herself for another (oh how
degrading!) naked painting session.

   "I think I'll make it Chrismas themed this time." He went to work with
red and green and white primarily and eventually Marcy's beautiful body was
adorned by a painted Christmas tree by a fireplace with stockings.  This
covered only her upper body.  In the photos her pretty, silky dark bush
would be entirely bare.  Barry made certain to get some good quality close
ups of that.  Marcy grumbled not quite inaudibly at the indignity.

   "Can I do it again?" In response, the elves had Marcy cleaned up and
ready in moments.  This time she was positioned over a table, bent over so
her pretty, pretty buns could be painted.  "I can't tell you how much I'm
enjoying this, Marcy."

   "Go to hell!"

   "Now now," Santa said, "be nice."

   She grumbled and even growled until she felt the painted brush make
contact with her right cheek, then she let out a surprised and embarrassed
little yelp.  For what seemed an impossibly long time to the bare beauty,
she was painted on each buttock and up and down the back of each leg.  The
result was a pretty, abstract work that made use of the curves it was
painted on to enhance it.  The photos of course were taken from a few
different angles to display that.

   "One last painting?" Barry asked.

   "Certainly." "No!  I can't take any more!  This is just terrible!" But,
despite her protest, Marcy was repositioned again.  This time she was
standing again, legs a bit apart, tied to separate chairs and her arms
pointed down, but tied so that they were a bit away from the rest of her
body.  The paint on her legs and butt was cleaned away of course, making
way for the last of Barry's happy masterpieces.

   With a look and voice more smug than any he had given in his entire
life, Barry told her, "I think I'll have to try some fingerpainting this
time."

   "Don't you dare!  Santa you can't let him do that!"

   Santa just held one finger to his lips to indicate quiet.

   "But, please!  You don't know how humiliating this is!"

   "Imagine how humiliating it is to see your work usurped and your fame
stolen." Barry covered one of his hands in yellow paint and another in
blue. Loving every millisecond, he ran his blue covered right hand along
the outside of one thigh while Marcy let out an infuriated whimper.  Yellow
paint was spread across her back.  In the middle of that yellow, his blue
hand left a very defined handprint.  "It's crude, but appealing.  Yes, I
think I like it.  This might take a while though."

   Next Barry covered his hand in purple paint to put a very distinct
handprint on Marcy's left boob while she gave him the iciest of stares. 
Her right boob, and quite a bit of area around it, was covered in white
paint.  Barry stepped back, surveyed his work, and took another set of
photos.  By the time he was finished, Marcy had random paint spots all over
her along with traces from Barry's fingers in long lines.  Intermittent
handprints also adorned her, The purple one on her boob a red one on her
butt and several others all over her.  Her pussy was a mess of different
colors run all over her bush and her lips.  Every so often, Barry had
stopped to take more photos of his work in progress.  "That ought to do
it," Barry said happily, looking at the colorful beauty.  A final round of
photos captured the fingerpainted glory of the most enjoyable art project
Barry had ever undertaken.

   Marcy had managed to keep her eyes dry but her breathing made her effort
to hold it back very evident.  Her voice wavered despite her attempt to
seem angry rather than humiliated.  "Y-you're not going to show anyone
those photos.  I'll h-have you arrested."

   "For what?  In all those different poses, held by things that you should
be able to break?  It'll look an awful lot like you posed deliberately. 
Don't worry though.  No one'll see them but me.  If..."

   "If what?" She was looking down at her own naked and painted body,
trying not to be distracted by her situation.

   Santa Claus answered the question for Barry, just to let her know that
he not only approved, but that it was his plan all along.  "The pictures of
you will stay hidden as long as you make good on your agreement with him."

   She couldn't believe she was hearing that.  She was being blackmailed.
Santa Claus was helping blackmail her!!  Barry said it casually.  "I don't
want anything extra.  Just what we agreed on when we started working.  I
get credit for every piece I helped you with and I get forty percent of the
profit."

   "Nothing more than what you said yourself," Santa said, proud of Barry
for not taking advantage, "or these photos become a famous art exhibit and
you'll make my naughty list next year too!" "No!  I..." What choice did she
have?  "But, but but...  All right.  I'll make the arrangements this
weekend.  Can I have a shower and some clothes now?"

   Santa let out his cheerful laugh but didn't let her have what she
wanted. Instead, still painted and nude, she was stuffed back into the gift
bag and brought to her apartment building.  They let her out of it at the
front.  The doorman and a few of her neighbors got the thrill of a lifetime
as they watched her run in.