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 Santa's sleigh goes all over the world and even beyond.  He can even fly
into the fairy tales that so many CQ readers love.  There were naughty
girls a plenty to choose from, but Santa had to pick just one.

   It was early in the day before Christmas, in a quiet and empty house. 
Well, not quite empty.  Santa was there waiting, and there was an unwelcome
intruder as well.  She seemed to have a compulsion about breaking into
houses, even after her stripping incidents with the Bears and the Big Bad
Wolf.  There she sat in the master bedroom, looking in the mirror, trying
on jewelry.  "This is too gaudy.  This is too small.  This is just right!"
One by one she had picked out the things she thought were the best.  She
wouldn't get to keep them though.

   "Now that's a naughty girl, Goldilocks.  You can't rob a house on
Christmas Eve."

   "Santa Claus?" She glanced at her ringed fingers and then guiltily hid
them.  "I wasn't going to keep them.  Really." A bold lie considering that
she had already taken advantage of other houses.  Santa knew that.  She
started slipping the jewelry off and setting it all back.  She couldn't
help feeling nervous about that knowing smile on Santa's face.  "Uhm, can I
go now?"

   "Certainly, Goldilocks.  You can go with me to the village pub."

   "I can what?" She didn't get an answer, she just followed obediently
without daring to refuse.  They got into the magical sleigh and drove
through the town to their destination.  "What are we doing here?" she
asked. Again, she got no answer, Santa just hustled her inside.  There she
felt a chill as she realized that the room was peopled by her break in
victims.  "Oh no.  What's going to happen?"

   Santa had already managed to return any stolen goods, but Goldilocks
needed to learn her lesson.  "Ho Ho Ho!  Ladies and gentlemen!  Goldilocks
wants to wish you all a Merry Christmas.  She also wants to make amends for
her wrong doing.  Don't you?"

   "I do?"

   "Certainly you do!  Now, when you broke into the Bears' house, what
happened?"

   "Oh, you can't be serious."

   "And when you broke into a house and found the Big Bad Wolf, what
happened?"

   "No, Santa Claus, you can't!  Not in front of so many people!!"

   There were over a dozen home owners waiting to see what would happen. 
Along with that were the pub's proprieters and employees and a handful of
Christmas elves.  Santa explained to the crowd, "She's taken from all of
you, now you'll all get to take from her!"

   Goldilocks tried sneaking away, but there was no escape.  Santa snapped
his fingers (an impressive feat in his mittens), and his elves all rushed
with supernatural speed to apprehend her.  While she screamed, she was
pushed and carried to a pair of upright wooden beams.  Standing on each
others shoulders, the elves held her hands up against the wood.  From
Santa's bag, a mass of ribbon and garland and Christmas lights flew to her
wrists, binding her in place.  "Oh!  OH!  Santa don't!"

   A trio of elves went to work with bright chalk, making dotted lines all
over Goldilock's dress.  The crowd murmured in anticipation.  Having a
gorgeous, golden haired beauty tied up for some fun was an interesting way
to spend Christmas Eve.  Her hair wasn't blonde either.  It was literally
golden, a metallic color of lustrous, gorgeous gold curls.

   "Let's see," Santa said, consulting a small list, "which of your robbery
victims will get to go first?  Ah, here we go." He called out a name and a
happy middle aged man stepped up.

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "Just take section number one."

   That happy gentleman understood, looking at the dress.  The dotted lines
all over it made it into varying sections.  Section one was the bottom part
of it.  When he gave even just a little tug, the dress began to tear along
the dotted line as though it were made to.  The ripping sound was very soft
because it was so easy.  Goldilock's skirt, which had gone down to
mid-calf, was now a miniskirt so short that a little bit of dark green
panty showed below the hem.  She glanced down and tried to wiggle in a way
that would make it shift lower.  No good.  Everyone was admiring her lovely
young legs and that little bit of exposed underwear.

   "We're just starting," Santa said.  He called out another name, and
another of Goldilock's break in victims got a piece of her clothing.  This
time it was from the middle so her sexy belly showed between two now
separate garments.

   "Santa, I won't go into any empty houses any more!  I promise!" It was
no good begging for mercy though.  Another name was called, and another
piece of her dress was torn away.  It was the back of her skirt, so from
behind her tight panties on her delectable ass were showing.  They were
dark green with the words `Merry Christmas' across her butt.  People were
now moving about, to get a look at her from all sides, and she heard quite
a bit of murmuring and enjoyment whenever anyone was behind her.  Someone
even gave her a pinch!

   Her next loss was a rounded part of her top that left the front of her
bra exposed.  It was the same dark green as her panties with tiny red
hearts near the center of each cup.  The laughter and admiration that her
underwear choice inspired set poor Goldilocks's eyes to watering up just
slightly.  She managed to keep from really crying for a while as the game
continued.  Eventually she lost her dress altogether and was reduced to the
green, heart adorned bra and the matching panties.  They were also green,
with a little red heart along with the words on the back.

   "Ho Ho Ho!  Very festive of you, Goldilocks.  It almost makes me want to
let you go now."

   "You're not going to?" she gasped.  She had really thought that this was
as far as it would go.  A pair of fast moving elves left little white
dotted lines on her underwear.  "No, no, no!  Please don't do this!" There
were a couple of lines that she couldn't see on the back of her panties. 
On her bra, drawn with great precision on both cups, was a Christmas tree
shape around each little heart.

   "Not everyone has a piece yet," Santa said.

   Goldilocks had a sudden, dreadful realization.  It looked like there
might be just enough people left to take every bit of clothing off of her.
Oh, how horrible!  Would she get to at least keep a little bit of panty to
cover the front?  Or would she be stripped naked?  She didn't have the
courage to ask, she just wished for a little bit of dignity to be
preserved.

   Santa called another name.  Instead of telling him out loud what to
take, Santa whispered it.  Goldilocks stared at this next guy's wicked
smile as he walked around her, taking in the sight of her gorgeous,
eighteen year old body.  She panicked when she felt her bra unclasp.  "NO!
NO!  Don't do that!" It rolled off of her shoulders, but it didn't all
leave her body.  Goldilocks stared down in shock while everyone else
laughed at Santa's sense of humor.  The little Christmas trees had stayed
in place on her boobs.  They were magically affixed over each nipple.  Her
very round tits were almost completely exposed except for a pair of forest
green, red hearted pasties.  "Oh, this is terrible!" She glanced up at the
crowd.  They were all staring at her sexy tits.  A bit above medium size
was all they were, but her body was so slim that they seemed bigger than
that.

   Goldilocks endured the stares from the crowd for a few minutes before
the next name was called.  He was instructed to take one of the back pieces
of her Christmas panties.  With that soft ripping sound, her left cheek was
almost entirely exposed.

   Right after that another piece of her panties was taken by a happy young
man.  The back of it was very narrow now, but that wasn't good enough for
him.  He pulled up, wedgieing the panties.  Goldilocks let out a wonderful,
resounding, "OOoOH!  Stop that!" He did, but it was too late.  Her entire,
adorable ass was exposed!  She wiggled in place wonderfully as people
behind her got quite an eyeful of her pretty, pretty buns.

   Every curve of her young figure was bared now.  All that was protected
were her nipples and her pussy, but that wouldn't last.  Goldilocks looked
around and realized that there were still two people left to claim prizes.
She hoped that they would be granted one little nipple Christmas tree
apiece, but she was already despairing at the thought of some very public
beaver exposure.

   When the next name was called, she cringed.  "Take those trees," Santa
said.  Trees!  Not one tree!  Both!  Oh no!  A happy, smiling, goofy
looking guy stepped up to her, his eyes glued to her nearly naked tits.

   "Don't do this, oh, please don't do this." But she wasn't even answered,
she could only stare down as one by one, her little Christmas tree nipple
covers were carefully peeled away.  There they were, her wonderful little
pinks, very slightly upturned on her sexy young tits.  Goldilock's head
hung in shame as everyone moved around to get a good look.

   Goldilocks was the only person in the room without a big smile.  She
looked around at everyone, then down at her own body.  That little green
thong was all she had left.  The rest of her body was bared for so many
eyes, and people just kept moving around her to see her from every side
while she cringed and tried to get her hands free.

   Finally, the last name was called.  Goldilock's head shot up and her
eyes were so wide.  "NO!  Don't do this!  At least let me keep the
panties!"

   A fast moving elf drew the little dotted lines that made them tear away
panties.  Goldilocks panicked, "No no no no!"

   Everyone was looking at her beautiful, golden hair.  She heard murmurs,
"Think it matches?" "I can't wait for this!" The last of her robbery
victims stepped up almost hesitantly.  Goldilocks moved and struggled to
get loose, but of course that was impossible.  Then, with a soft popping
sound, her panties were snapped right off of her body.  "Wow!" "Look at
that!" "Golden bush!" It did match.  Her bush was as glittery and shiny as
the hair on her head.  It was a somewhat small patch of thick golden bush,
standing up proudly.

   Goldilocks was mortified.  The crowd was elated.  "Hooray!" "Barenaked
little burglar!" "Best beaver ever!" "Goldilocks has a goldimuff!"

   After a few minutes of celebration, Santa quieted the crowd.  "Now
settle down!  There's one last thing to do.  She took gold from each of
you, so we'll take some from her."

   Before she could even scream in outrage, an elf told her, "Don't worry,
sweets, we're not going to take it all.  It would be a real shame to erase
all that pretty bush." That elf and another went to work with their
magically fast craftsmanship, trimming the golden fur down to half it's
regular height.  Then they whisked away the outside edges very carefully.
After it was carefully combed to fit the shape they wanted, they stood back
to reveal to the room Goldilock's wonderful golden bush, now in the shape
of a star.

   This met with a round of applause as the elves bowed to their audience.
Goldilocks looked down at herself and shivered at the fact that her pussy
lips were now completely unadorned for the crowd.  She moaned, "Can I go
now?"

   She could not.  Santa decided to enjoy several rounds of eggnog, all the
while leaving that special, naked decoration tied up for everyone to see.
Goldilocks felt chills of humilation, followed by burns of blushing
embarrassment over and over until at last, she was untied and put out on
the street to run home naked.