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 A Christmas Nightmare,

   (M/g, inc, rp, oral, anal, 6540 words)

   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!

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   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?"

   "Mmmm.  Mmmm."

   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?"

   "MMMMMMMMMM!!"

   "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?"

   "MMMMMMMMMM!!"

   "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!

   "MMMMMMMMMM!!"

   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."

   "MMMMMMMMMM!!  MMMMMMMMMM!!"

   "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.

   "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!"

   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!

   "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!"

   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 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?