A Christmas Nightmare,
-by Alvo Torelli, 2015
(Mg, inc, rp, oral, anal, bd, Xmas)
The idea came to Cameron in an orgy of desperate wanting. He was totally, overwhelmingly in lust with a girl, a girl who who had no idea how hot she was or how she was constantly driving him crazy with her tight shorts and her skimpy tops. And the worst part of Cameron's desperate plight - the girl of his dreams was his eight year old sister Trudy.
Cameron was completely obsessed with his little sister. He'd go to terrible lengths to spy on her hot little body or take pictures of her. She was the only thing he ever thought of when he wanked off - and his fantasies about her grew darker and darker with each passing day. He'd hang out around the house to watch her, especially when she played in her wading pool in her skimpy two-piece bathing suits. Instead of going out on a Saturday night, he'd offer to babysit in the hopes of getting to play with her - a veiled excuse to touch her and explore her hot little body. And worst of all, he'd drilled a tiny hole between his closet and the bathroom so that he could watch her take baths!
That's where Cameron was when he got his idea, hidden in his dark closet with his eye pressed to the peephole, stroking his large throbbing cock as he enjoyed the sight of pretty little Trudy in the bath. The sight of her innocently playing in the tub, flaunting her nakedness at him enraged him and enthralled him simultaneously. When she stood to reach for a towel, exposing her hairless little cunny to his view he could barely keep from erupting. How dare she! He had to have more than this paltry stolen view of the girl of his dreams. She owed him more, the little slut!
The idea came suddenly, even as he felt his hot jism boiling up out of his balls. The idea erupted with his cum, hot and wild and promising. It all revolved around the letter he'd helped her write earlier, in her childish scrawled handwriting - a letter to Santa Claus.
Three days later, Christmas Eve, eight year old Trudy and eighteen year old Cameron were equally excited - for nearly the same reason. Santa Claus was coming!
Trudy was so excited! Cameron had filled her little head with tales of the real Santa Claus, the magical man who brought Christmas joy to good little children. Excitedly, she'd told him about her plan to sneak out of her bed and hide until Santa arrived then jump out and surprise him. Cameron had pointed out several flaws in her plan, like getting past mommy, but he'd helped her figure it all out and now she was sure she was going to see and talk to the real Santa. Cam told her he was sure of it too.
The plan was simple. First she had to stay awake until mommy and daddy were sleeping. That turned out to be easy, because mommy and daddy got really sleepy right after they put Trudy to sleep - right after they had Christmas Eve milk and cookies with Trudy. They were both snoring and Trudy hardly had to bother to tiptoe as she passed their room on her way to the living room where she was going to hide and wait for Santa.
But Santa was already there, waiting for her! Pretty Trudy nearly screamed in surprise as she came through the door and saw the rolly-polly man in the red clothes standing in the middle of the room, fists on his hips. And he was scowling at her, his bushy white eyebrows pulled together and his mouth drawn into a frown. Immediately Trudy froze in front of him, staring up into his angry face. "Oh my god, S-S-Santa? Oh my god!"
"So, this is little Trudy," Santa said in a gruff voice that sounded quite a bit like Trudy's brother Cameron. But it couldn't be Cameron, 'cause Trudy had seen the lump in Cameron's bed - he was sound asleep like her parents. And this was obviously Santa, not Cameron, even if he sounded a bit like her older brother. "I might have known a little girl on the naughty list would be late to meet me."
"What? No, no Santa, I'm not on the naughty list, I'm not!" Trudy wailed, her pretty blonde eyes going wide with unhappy surprise.
Santa glared down at the little blonde girl in the cute knee-length nightgown. "Are you saying Santa is a liar, little girl? Naughtier and naughtier!" boomed Santa. "No Christmas presents for this nasty little slut-girl! Santa needs to get on to all the good little children and give them their wonderful presents. Naughty girls only get coal for Christmas." And Santa pulled a charcoal briquet from deep in his pocket and turned to stuff it into Trudy's empty stocking where it hung from the mantle.
"No, no Santa, please!" Trudy pleaded. "Please, I don't want to be on the naughty list. Isn't there some way to show you I'm a good girl. Please Santa."
Santa turned back to Trudy and bent down close, his long white whiskers nearly touching her pretty face. His deep blue eyes bored into her very similar blue eyes for a moment, brows furrowed. Then he growled "No, I don't think you'd want to do what it takes to get off of the naughty list. Little sluts like you never do. Santa doesn't want to waste his time with another slut girl."
Trudy was so confused! She had no idea what a slut was - but if Santa said she was one then it must be true. "Oh Santa, please, please let me try. I'll do anything Santa. I don't want to be on the naughty list."
Santa stared into her eyes for another moment. "You'll have to do exactly what Santa says," he intoned, "exactly."
"Yes Santa, I will, I promise." Trudy's childish voice quavered.
"And you'll have to be punished." Santa whispered. "Slut girls can't be good girls without being punished Trudy. Those are the rules."
"Oh! Oh god. Really?" Trudy's eyes were as big as saucers at the mention of punishment.
"You see," Santa said. "I told you you didn't have what it takes. Slut girls never do."
"No, no Santa. I'll do whatever you say! You can punish me. I'm sorry I was a naughty girl!" The tiny eight-year-old was beside herself - torn between wanting to be on Santa's good list and her fear of an unknown punishment.
"Do you promise Trudy? You can't go back on your word to Santa or you'll be on the naughty list forever!"
"Oh god, yes, yes, I promise Santa, I promise."
Santa straightened up and glared down at Trudy with mock disbelief, but then he said "Very well, little slut. As long as you do exactly what Santa says, without question, maybe, just maybe you'll make it onto the good list. Let's get started with your punishment."
Little Trudy looked up into Santa's bearded face with dread, waiting for something awful. The confusion and worry on her pretty face made her even more beautiful and erotic than ever - at least as far as this particular Santa was concerned. He'd dreamed of just such a look on her gorgeous little girl face, and he was very ready to push her to the next stage.
"Turn around and stare at the fireplace slut!" Santa barked. "Put your arms up in the air."
Trudy sucked in a gulp of air at Santa's sudden command, but she did as she was told, staring into the gas flames of the fireplace. She could hear Santa kneeling behind her and she shivered with anticipation, but she stared straight ahead until she felt her short flannel nightgown lifting up around her hips, along her torso and then all the way over her head! Suddenly the little child was standing in front of Santa in nothing but her tiny red ankle socks! She turned bright red with embarrassment, remembering at once that she wasn't wearing any panties and Santa was probably looking at her bare bottom! Oh why had she been so quick to go to bed without any panties just because she couldn't find any clean ones?
Acting instinctively, little Trudy threw her hands down to cover her bare little ass from Santa's view. Santa's booming voice startled her into a tiny scream. "I said keep your arms over your head slut! You promised to follow Santa's instructions Trudy. But I guess you don't really want to be a good girl!"
Trudy threw her arms back up over head, baring her sweet round ass, and squeaked out "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Santa. I'll be good. I will."
"This is your last chance little slut," Santa said as he reached into his big velvet toy bag. "You're not off to a good start. But Santa wants you to prove yourself, so he's going to help you out." Santa pulled long loops of thick red and white fabric Christmas ribbon out of his bag and let Trudy see them. "Since you can't control yourself, Santa will help you," he said as he stepped back behind Trudy.
Trudy felt Santa take a hold of her wrists and gently pull her arms back down. But he didn't stop there. Santa pulled her arms behind her back and held her wrists together. Then she felt something being wrapped around both wrists. It was the ribbon! Trudy did her very best to stare at the fire like Santa said, even though she was getting very scared as the ribbon went round and round her wrists and then tightened frighteningly as more ribbon was wound around in between her wrists. She desperately wanted to pull away, to ask Santa why he was tying her wrists together, to escape the growing panic that rose as her mind caught up with her predicament.
But Santa wasn't done! Trudy felt another ribbon wrap around her elbows. Her elbows were pulled tight together and her shoulders were pulled back. "Santa, that's scary," she burst out, unable to stop herself. "Please Santa, what are you doing?"
"Silence, slut!" Santa boomed as he completed the knots binding Trudy's elbows together. "There," he proclaimed. "A pair of lovely Christmas bows to adorn Santa's little slut toy."
Trudy couldn't move her arms at all and she felt more and more panic with each second. Santa seemed less and less like the jolly old man he was supposed to be. Then he turned her around to face him and she sucked in a startled gasp at the look in the fat man's deep blue eyes. Even through the massive white beard and mustache Trudy could see the way Santa was looking over every inch of her naked little body - like he was ready to eat her. She started to scream.
Santa quickly covered Trudy's mouth with a white gloved hand, stifling her scream. "Be quiet, Trudy," he whispered sternly. "You promised to be good. Are you going to do as Santa says or not child? Well?"
Trudy, eyes wide and nearly tearing with dismay, slowly nodded her head up and down in defeat. Santa removed his hand from her pretty mouth and the little girl bit her lip enticingly, managing to keep herself from screaming, even as Santa looked up and down her fine young naked body in a way that she didn't like at all. She sniffled and then she pleaded very quietly "Santa, please, I-I don't have any clothes on. Please don't look at me."
"Hush, slut," Santa growled. "Santa can look at whatever he wants to look at. Now do as Santa says. It's time for your punishment." Santa pointed to daddy's big arm chair next to the fireplace. "Bend over the arm of this chair, Trudy, quickly now."
"Oh god, oh, Santa, do I... Oh!" Trudy was so confused and distraught, but she wanted to be on Santa's good girl list so much. "Like this Santa?" she said as she struggled to bend her middle over the wide soft arm of the plush chair. As she bent forward she could just barely keep her toes on the carpet and she was fearful of pitching forward, with no arms to help her get up or keep her balance. She bit her lip again to keep from crying out. Her disquiet deepened when she saw Santa reach into his big velvet toy bag, remove something, then move behind her where she couldn't see what he was doing.
What Santa was doing was admiring the incredibly sexy view of little Trudy struggling on the arm of the chair. As she squirmed about he was afforded a wonderful rear view of her underdeveloped pussy. But Santa wanted an even better view of his little toy. Trudy choked back a scream when she felt Santa take hold of her right ankle and quickly tie it to the back leg of the big chair. She was trying so hard to be good but Santa was really scaring her now. When he grabbed her other ankle she couldn't stop herself from pleading out loud, "Please Santa, no, no, please, I don't like that. Oh god, Santa, you're stretching my legs so wide. I'm scared Santa! Please!" But none of her begging prevented Santa from tying her left ankle to the front chair leg, leaving her on her tiptoes, with her legs spread wide. The view of her fine young ass and pussy was amazing.
Santa knew that Trudy wouldn't be able to keep from screaming any longer - not with what he had planned for her next. He enjoyed her whimpers and pleading immensely, but it was time to fill her pretty little mouth and prevent any real screaming. Her parents were unlikely to wake up from the sleeping pills they'd gotten with their milk and cookies, but it didn't make sense to take chances. And if she was loud enough the neighbors might even hear her.
Of course Santa had something he would surely love to push into pretty little Trudy's mouth, something throbbing and twitching in his thick red pants. But he knew that wouldn't really be enough to keep her quiet. Besides, Trudy looked so hot with her arms bound behind her back with bright red Christmas ribbon - she'd look even hotter with a gag in her mouth. Once again Santa reached into his voluminous velvet sack.
Trudy looked with horror at the thing Santa pulled from his sack. She had no idea what it could be, but she instinctively knew she wasn't going to like it. There was lots of bright red leather and there was a big red plastic ball. She squirmed and tugged at her bonds and the feelings of dread and helplessness overwhelmed her innocent mind. When Santa grabbed her hair and pulled her head back the scream she'd been holding back burst out of her with incredible energy.
The scream was cut short as the big red ball was forced past Trudy's lovely lips and pearly little teeth. It filled her mouth completely and forced her jaw uncomfortably wide. Terror swept over her small body as she felt Santa pulling the straps across her face and securing them tightly behind her neck. When he was done straps circling under her chin and over her nose, one on each side and another over the top of her head. The gag was pulled deep into her mouth and she had to breathe carefully through her nose. She thought nothing could be worse, but she was wrong. Santa pulled a piece of ribbon through a ring at the top of Trudy's head then looped it back through the ribbons binding her wrists together. When he pulled tight Trudy's head was pulled back, her back arched and she was almost completely immobilized. Trudy screamed and screamed into her awful gag, but she made little noise.
Santa trembled with excitement. Tying up the eight year old girl was far more erotic and exhilarating than he had dreamed. He could barely control himself. As he slipped off his white gloves he leaned in close to whisper into Trudy's ear. "Now you're all set, Trudy. Santa really wants you to get back on the good list, but you keep misbehaving. Now you can't be a bad girl - you can't do anything, can you? Wasn't it nice of Santa to help you?"
"Mmmm," was all Trudy could answer, barely shaking her head.
"And now we can get your punishment out of the way. Isn't that wonderful? Are you ready for your punishment Trudy?"
Slap! The first strike of Santa's palm across the little round bottom resounded through the quiet house.
"MMMMM!" Slap! "MMMMMMM!" Slap! "MMMMMMMMMMM!!" Every time Santa's hand came in contact with the smooth white skin of Trudy's perfect little ass she screamed into her gag. It stung horribly. After the first three awful slaps Santa rested his hand on her ass, rubbing gently at the wounded skin, feeling the heat from his stinging blows. But he didn't stop there. Santa's fingers slipped down between Trudy's open stretched legs to find her puffy little mound of pussy. Trembling, he circled the smooth outer lips teasingly and Trudy squirmed violently - terrified to have someone, even Santa, groping her private places. As Santa's shaking fingers spread apart her fat outer pussy lips and dipped into the warm pink interior, Trudy finally understood the true intensity of her vulnerability. "MMMMMMMMMM!!"
"Oh Trudy," Santa said, nearly overcome with wicked desire. "You have such a nice little pussy, and you're all wet. You must like Santa touching you there, you little whore. You do don't you?"
"Aren't you glad you're going to be back on Santa's good list? We just have to finish your punishment. Are you ready little slut?"
"Good slut. Get ready." Santa's hand left Trudy's ass and pussy. There was a pause. Trudy tensed every muscle in her body in anticipation of more horrible stinging spanking. She screwed her eyes shut tight and moaned in fear into her gag and so she didn't see Santa reach into his big velvet bag yet again. She waited, tensed and terrified, but the blow didn't arrive. Still she waited, but it didn't come. The waiting was torture.
Snap, snap, snap! "MMMMMMMMMM!!" The sudden pain of the leather lashes flicking across Trudy's ass sent her into paroxysms, squirming and fighting against her bondage. Snap, snap! Trudy's little pussy mounds were on fire as the lashes flicked between her legs. Snap! "MMMMMMMMMM!!" Snap! Would it never end?
Trudy was panting hard through her nose when the terrible lashes ceased. Her little bottom was as red as the pretty ribbons that held her in place. It was a blessed relief when Santa put his cool hands on her ass cheeks to soothe the burning.
But what was Santa doing with his hands? He was spreading her wider, pressing her forward against the chair. No, no, Santa! No. His beard and mustache were rough and hurt her enflamed skin. Oh god, what is that? What's pushing into Trudy's tiny pussy? "MMMMMMMMMM!!" "MMMMMMMMMM!!"
The taste of the little girl's pussy was amazing. Santa flicked his long tongue through the forbidden folds of the slut's cunt and reveled in the sweet taste of her desire and fear. He flicked his tongue over the tiny clit, teasing it without mercy. She was wet for him. He'd always known she was a little whore-tease, that she wanted it bad. Now she was his, completely in his control. Santa pushed his tongue as deep as he could in the little slut's snatch, pushing against her cherry and driving her wild, proving what a wanton harlot she was!
Suddenly Santa was whispering in Trudy's ear, leaning over her from behind. "Oh Trudy," Santa said, "I'm so glad you're a good girl now. You're back on the good list. Now Santa can give you a present - a special present just for you. Do you want to see your present Trudy-slut? I know you're ready for it. I can tell how much you want it. Let me show it to you."
"Mmmmmm!" Trudy tried to shake her head. She wanted to scream NO! But all that would escape the gag was "MMMMMMMMMM!!"
"Here Trudy, here's your present," Santa cried and he came around to where Trudy could see the massive throbbing cock that jutted out from the zipper of his red pants, under his big fake stomach. "It's the perfect present for a hot little cock-tease slut! Your very own magic fuck-stick, hot and ready for you. Have you ever seen anything like it?"
"MMMMMMMMMM!!" Trudy had never seen anyone's cock, much less the angry throbbing piece of flesh stabbing at her face. Her terror reached new heights. "MMMMMMMMMM!!"
"And do you know what Santa's going to do with his big hot magic wand Trudy? Do you know where he's going to put it, slut? Of course you do! He's going to put it exactly where you want it - after all it's your special Santa present for Christmas. Where does it go, whore? Tell Santa."
"That's right, slut! It goes right here," Santa plunged a hand between Trudy's legs and swiped his fingers through her wet little snatch. He groped at her and spread her open, making sure that she was wet and lubricated. He pushed the head of his cock against her face and smeared precum on her cheek and her pretty little lips, all around the ball gag. "Santa's wand goes right inside this hot, wet, ready little virgin pussy. Right where you want it, don't you? Don't you want it bad?" Trudy really was wet inside, her young body unable to resist the instinct to get ready for despite her fears. "Time for your present, slut," Santa said as he moved behind the innocent bound child.
Trudy screamed into her gag when the head of Santa's thick cock spread open her miniature pussy. She finally understood what he intended as her 'present,' and she knew it would probably rip her apart. That huge thing couldn't possibly fit inside her! "MMMMMMMMMM!!" Santa pushed it in farther. Something was stretching inside her, holding him back."MMMMMMMMMM!!" Oh god, he wouldn't stop! Santa pulled back, poised at the entrance to her unspoiled tiny pussy and then thrust!
Trudy's cherry ripped away and Santa moaned with unbelievable pleasure. The little child was so incredibly tight! He thrust again and again, pulling at her bound hips and slamming her into the padded arm of the chair. She screamed nonstop into her gag. Santa was nearly insane with lust. He finally had the little slut-tease where he'd dreamed of having her for months and months! And it was even better than he'd imagined. So tight, so warm, so incredibly pleasurable.
"MMM!, MMM!, MMM!" Trudy grunted with every massive thrust of Santa's magic wand, no longer capable of screaming. The initial pain of her rape was incredible, but it quickly eased up as Santa got deeper inside and started a fast rhythm of pumping in and out. Her pussy stretched to its limits around the big invader. Eventually the head of his cock slammed into something deep inside of her with every vicious stroke. Trudy's mind reeled as tears flowed down her cheeks and drool dripped from her gag.
Santa wanted to rape little Trudy forever. But of course there was no way to hold back the needs of his body. With a yell of delight he rammed as far into her little cunt as he possibly could and filled her tiny womb with his hot seed, humping hard against her body with each incredible spurt of cum. Again and again he ejaculated into her. It felt like he had quarts of cum to pump into her small body. And when he was finally finished he collapsed over her tied-up form, crushing Trudy into the chair arm. What an incredible fuck! Santa panted from the excitement and exertion, reveling in the wonderful afterglow of raping the pretty little girl under his body.
But Santa only needed a few seconds to recover. There was so much more he desired and the night was still young! He stood and pulled his shrinking magic wand from Trudy's sopping cunt. He loved the sight of his cum dripping out of her and running down the insides of her shapely little legs.
Battered, spanked, humiliated and raped, little Trudy was nearly comatose. She whimpered softly into her gag, over and over, "mmm, mmm, mmm." Her mind reeled and tears flowed freely. Surely Santa would let her go now. What more could he do to her? A sense of relief swept through her as she felt Santa quickly untie her ankles from the chair, then lift her off and set her gently on the coffee table. The relief intensified when he untied her arms - although the momentary pain of blood rushing back into her arms as they fell to her sides was terrible. She lay on the hard table like a rag doll as Santa gently rubbed the blood back into her arms. If only he would remove the awful gag from her mouth.
Santa loved the sight of his little conquest as she lay defeated on the table in front of the cheery fireplace. As he ran his hands across her smooth perfect skin he marveled again at how incredibly attractive he found her. She was the only girl in the world for him. Just touching her smooth skin was enough to get his cock twitching again in his thick red pants.
Leaning close, Santa whispered to Trudy. "Did you like Santa's present little slut? Santa liked giving you your present. Did you love it as much as Santa did?" He let his hands wander over her back and her bottom.
"Mmm, mmm," Trudy answered weakly, shaking her head to indicate her dismay at Santa's awful present.
"I understand Trudy. It's okay, Santa isn't upset. We just need to make sure you enjoy it more the next time, right?" His hand traced along the child's butt crack and the slipped again between her legs to find her still sopping gash. "Santa knows just what to do to make you enjoy it so much more the next time," he crooned to her.
"Mmmmmm!" Trudy shook her head rapidly. What little relief she'd felt was instantly replaced by a new wave of trepidation at Santa's groping fingers. What was Santa going to do to her now? Why was he touching her little butt hole? 'Oh no!,' she thought as Santa rolled her over onto her back and started to spread her little legs wide.
Trudy finally came to life and tried to fight with Santa, but he was ready for her. The little girl's thrashing was no match for Santa's strength and in seconds her right wrist was firmly tied to a leg of the coffee table with the bright red Christmas ribbon Santa was so fond of. The ribbon wrapped tight around her wrist, then the table leg, across to the other table leg and back up to her left wrist. Trudy struggled against the terrible ribbons, kicking out and thrashing wildly. But it only took Santa a few seconds to grab her ankles one after another and tie each of them to the two remaining table legs. Little Trudy was spread eagled on the table, stretched tight and once again completely helpless.
Santa grinned down wickedly past his long white mustache and beard. "Oh Trudy, you're such a hot little toy," he said "Santa's so glad he helped you get back on the good list." As he spoke, Santa ignored Trudy's muffled pleas for release. Instead he took up several pillows from the sofa. "Now I have another present for you. Are you ready for it? Let's get you ready to really enjoy your next present." Santa slid his arm under Trudy's back and lifted her off the table, straining her arms and legs against the brightly colored ribbons. "Here we go, this will do just fine," he said as he slid two pillows under Trudy's lower back. Trudy was left with butt hanging in the air, her body cruelly stretched and her back arched. And to add to her misery and fright, Santa once again let his fingers play across her stomach and down between her legs, inserting two digits into her little pussy and playing evilly with her tiny clit. Despite her terror, the little child was still wet! "I know you'll love your present, because I can see how much you want it," Santa leered at Trudy, removing his fingers to show her how wet she was. He even wiped his fingers on her nostrils to let her smell the wonderful perfume of her recently raped little pussy.
And then Santa reached yet again into his magic bag of fun.
"Mmmmmm!" Trudy cried into her gag in horror, even though she didn't understand what Santa was holding. It looked for all the world like a really big candy cane - about six inches long and an inch and a half thick. She could see Santa's wicked smile as he showed her the big candy cane. Santa dipped his fingers into Trudy's tiny pussy again and massaged her little clit. Then he pulled his sopping fingers out and use them to coat the end of the big candy cane with her fluids. Trudy suddenly got a terrible feeling that she knew what Santa was going to do with the candy, and it didn't involve eating. Sure enough, the next thing she knew Santa placed the candy at her pussy and started rubbing her with it. She tensed all over and strained at her bonds, ineffectually. There was no way she could stop Santa from pushing the end of the candy cane inside of her. It was so big, bigger than Santa, and hard! "MMMMMM!" she screamed into her gag as Santa got five inches of the terrible thing inside of her, pushing until the curved part pressed hard against her clitoris and up above her pussy. Trudy didn't like the big thing inside her - it scared her. It completely filled her small orifice, stretching her uncomfortably. It was as bad as having Santa inside of her, even if it wasn't moving around!
"There you go Trudy-slut, it's a perfect fit. How do you like your second present? Oh wait, I have to make sure it stays nice and tight. Wouldn't want it to fall out when we turn it on," Santa said to the child. Then he showed Trudy the thin gold chain he had. It glittered brightly in the firelight. "You'll really like this part, slut," Santa teased as he attached the chain through a small hook at the top of the candy cane. On each end of the chain there was a small alligator clip and Santa clipped one of them to Trudy's left nipple.
"Mmmm!" The little girls eyes went wider with fear. But then Santa pulled the chain tight so that the second clip would reach her right nipple. The chain pulled the evil candy cane tight against her crotch, fixing it in place. "MMMMMM!" she moaned. Her little nipples were on fire from the clips and the strain.
When Santa switched on the candy cane vibrator Trudy went into hysterics.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" She writhed uncontrollably, yanking at her bonds. When she arched her back the gold chain pulled horribly at her tender nipples. "MMMMMMMMM!" But the vibrator was driving her insane. She couldn't stop herself from writhing. It sent incredible waves of intense feelings from deep inside of her. And it was stimulating her tiny clit fearsomely! She screamed. She desperately tried to wrench her wrists from the pretty ribbons, desperate to tear away the awful intruder in her pussy. But she also reveled in the intense new sensations coursing out from her tingling pussy.
"See, whore, I told you you'd love your present," Santa crooned. "And you look incredible! I'm so glad that we we're able to get you back on Santa's good list, so very glad." Santa had his thick cock out of his bright red pants again, and he stroked it madly as he watched the child writhe on the coffee table. It was clear she was getting closer and closer to the first orgasm of her young life. He would truly love to take her gag out and fill her little mouth with his raging erection, but he was fearful of the noise she might make. He'd have to settle for something else, something he'd dreamed of for months. Santa reached into his magic bag one more time and then he spread lubricating oil on his large cock until it glistened in the firelight.
Trudy writhed and moaned as the terrifying candy cane vibrator tormented her and brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was so confused and frightened. She was tied up and Santa was so mean and scary. But the feelings spreading out from her tiny pussy were incredible. They were wonderful. And something amazing was about to happen, she could feel it! But Santa had that awful thing out again, and he was putting it between her legs. He was pressing it against her bottom! Oh god, no, but the feeling from her pussy, it was so scary, no, oh god, Santa!, no! No! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! "MMMMMMMMMMM!"
Santa's hard cock pushed past the tight ring of little Trudy's asshole just as her first orgasm crashed over her fragile body. He wasted no time plunging deeper and deeper into the child's butt, reveling at how tight and warm she was. Amazingly, with no trouble at all, he was balls deep inside of her, pounding at her with long wet strokes of ecstasy and enjoying the wonderful strong vibrations from the colorful vibrator bound into her pussy. The full length of his impressive cock disappeared into the little girl with every vicious thrust. And through it all she writhed in orgasmic bliss.
Again and again Santa thrust into little Trudy's butt, raping her ass with abandon. Her orgasm continued unabated, driven by the awful dildo and Santa's onslaught. But eventually Santa was driven over the edge by the amazing sensations. He felt his balls tighten. He reveled in the anticipatory sensations. He thrust even harder, even faster. And then he came, shooting his cum deep into the child's tight ass. Again, then again, and again, until he was empty and sated.
Santa collapsed onto Trudy's bound body, letting his throbbing cock slowly deflate inside her as he recovered his breath and let his pulse return to normal. The child continued to tremble beneath him, moaning softly and piteously into her large red gag.
"Well, Trudy," Santa said as he finally stood and extricated himself from his little conquest. "How did you like your second present? Wasn't it great?" Santa switched off the candy cane that was still vibrating and then knelt to untie Trudy's ankles from the table. "I sure enjoyed it!" he said.
As Trudy's frightening orgasm finally abated, she thought Santa was going to free her. Surely there was nothing else he could do to her! If only he would take off the awful clips on her tender nipples. She whimpered through her gag, hoping against hope.
But Santa wasn't quite done with his little sex toy. With her arms still bound to the table behind her head, the little beauty could hardly fight him as he stretched her legs out straight and quickly bound her ankles with the festive red Christmas ribbon. Another ribbon secured her legs just below the knees and a third pulled her thighs tight together. Trudy's lower half was starting to look like a Christmas present.
Trudy twisted, thrashed and pleaded as Santa continued to truss her up, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. She struggled hard when he untied her wrists from the table, but in a flash she was on the floor in front of the fireplace, on her stomach with her wrists bound together behind her back. More ribbon pulled her elbows back together again, straining her shoulders. Then she felt her feet being pulled up to meet her arms and the next moment she was hog-tied. She was forced to arch her back cruelly, tightening the chain between her little nipples and the candy can that still filled her pussy and pressed hard into her little clit.
Santa was very proud of the way his small captive was trussed up like a Christmas slave and he finished off her bondage with a ribbon pulling her head back and a huge festive bow. But he wasn't quite done with the tiny slut. Leaving her to struggle on the floor for a moment he went to recover the last piece of her torment.
The bound little girl shook her head violently when she saw what Santa carried into the room. Somehow she instinctively knew what he was going to do. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" she screamed into her gag as Santa lifted her light body and placed her carefully into the nest of tissue paper in the gaily decorated Christmas box! Every muscle in her body fought against her bonds, but she could barely move at all. She knew it was coming, but still it shocked her when Santa turned back on the awful candy cane vibrator and the tingling sensations immediately started her back on the road to the torment of constant orgasm.
"Oh Trudy, you're just the prettiest little Christmas present ever," Santa said and he stroked her trembling head and body, enjoying one last grope. "But it's time for Santa to go. I'm sure whoever gets you for Christmas will enjoy playing with you almost as much as I did!" And then Santa covered the child with another layer of tissue paper.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Trudy screamed as everything went dark and the lid was securely fastened to her box with beautiful wide Christmas ribbon. She felt the box being moved and she screamed again. And again. And again.
"Cameron! Cameron! Wake up, wake up! Santa came Cam, he came!"
Cameron woke groggily as his pretty little sister shook him excitedly. "Wha..?" he mumbled and then he came awake and sat up. No, shit, he thought. I fell asleep! All my plans! Fuck! He glanced to his closet and saw the arm of the Santa suit he'd rented just visible. Damn it!
Trudy dragged at Cameron's arm and he let her pull him towards the living room. His dream came flooding back and he mentally kicked himself for falling asleep and ruining all his plans. If only it had been real! His cock jumped as the dream of raping his gorgeous little sister swirled through his brain.
Oh well, Cameron thought, there's always Easter. I wonder where I can get an Easter Bunny costume?
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