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 "Get a job." Barbara Chintzy had said that so many times in her life.  She
never gave a dollar to anyone begging for change.  She never put a cent
into any charity cup or container.  She never donated anything.  Not only
was she not inclined to give away to those in need, she was hard pressed to
give to anyone.  She was like Ebeneezer Scrooge if he had been a really,
really hot, blonde forty year old woman.  She was rich, but her employees
had to scrimp and save.  They deserved far more than she would ever pay,
and they knew it.  A raise was almost impossible to get out of her.  She
never tipped a waiter.  She had a talent for talking her way out of paying
full price even though she had no need to save.  Her purse kept a hold on
her money tighter than a bear trap.

   While Mrs.  Chintzy was out holiday shopping, she was approached by an
oddly thin and tall gentleman in a very long coat with a christmas cap. 
"Ma'am?  Would you be inclined to donate to the Extreme North Fund this
year?"

   "The Extreme North Fund?"

   "Its a special charity, set up by Santa Claus himself.  It's a
children's charity that we run specially at this time of year."

   "I see.  Well, I don't know why I bothered asking.  I would not be
inclined to donate to your charity even if it were real."

   "But it is real!" The long coat was flung away to reveal three of
Santa's elves standing atop each other's shoulders.  "And we knew you
wouldn't give willingly.  Santa decided to change your attitude this year
though.  You are on the naughty list after all."

   With that Santa appeared in person as though he had been standing there
the whole time.  He took ahold of Barbara's arm gently, but when he pulled
her along, she couldn't resist.  "Mister Claus, would you please let go of
me?  I have shopping to do."

   "Just give the elves your purse.  They'll finish your shopping for you.
You need to be here on this stage."

   Barbara was about to protest, but one of the elves snatched her purse
away.  "Hey!  Come back here with that, you little thief!"

   "He'll bring it back.  He'll even finish your shopping, as I said.  He
knows what you need.  Until then, you'll help me with what I need.  Let's
see how much you can bring to the Extreme North Fund." Santa sent two more
of his elves scampering off on some other errand.

   Santa brought Barbara onto a small stage that the elves had set up
minutes before.  He pulled a microphone out of his hat, then he announced
to the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen!  The Extreme North Fund charity
auction is about to begin!  If I could have your attention, we'll start
bidding first on this lovely woman's skirt."

   "Excuse me?"

   Away from the microphone, Santa explained, "Barbara, you're going to
have to surrender some items to this auction.  I know you don't mind."

   "The hell I don't!  And my skirt?  What do you mean by that?"

   "I've got ten dollars from the elderly gent in the front row.  Can I get
twenty?  Twenty!  Twenty five from the man in the orange shirt.  Yes sir,
she'll take it off right here, so that's thirty from you?  Good."

   "Wait, wait!" Barbara tried to exit the stage, but it didn't happen. 
From Santa's hands flew several strands of magical Christmas ribbon that
bound her wrists behind her back and tied some length from the stage to her
ankles.  She was going nowhere.

   "Sorry to stop the bidding, folks.  Where were we?  That's forty dollars
at the last bid.  Forty dollars.  Going once, going twice, sold!  Sir, come
on up and claim your prize!"

   A somewhat uncertain fellow in his fifties walked on up to the ribbon
bound beauty on the stage.  He had to be sure, "Santa, you really want me
to take her skirt off?"

   "That's right, Leroy.  You've been good this year, and you've earned it
with your donation."

   "Right in front of everyone?"

   "She volunteered."

   Barbara raged, "The hell I did!  And if you touch me, I'll sue!" Another
very broad magical ribbon wrapped itself over her mouth.  On the one hand
it was unfortunate since it covered an incredibly sexy mouth.  Then again,
it kept her from shouting.  All anyone could hear was muffled outrage.

   Santa assured Leroy, "Don't worry.  I'll see to it Barbara files no
charges.  I've been a lawyer once."

   He still didn't move fast, but with Santa's encouragement, Leroy undid
the skirt and slid it down the lovely legs.  "I can't get it past your
ribbons." Santa helped with that, doing his trademarked nonripping, magical
strip move.  He handed that skirt to Leroy who thanked him happily.  Santa
took Leroy's hand though and pressed it firmly to Barbara's derrierre. 
Leroy was surprised.  "Santa?"

   Barbara's muffled voice got louder.  Santa laughed his famous laugh. 
"Ho Ho Ho.  Everyone buying an item gets a feel!" He glanced down to Leroy
and Leroy looked back with a great big grin.  With sudden gusto he started
rubbing and pinching Barbara's beautiful panty clad ass.  After a couple of
minutes Santa told him his time was up.  "Now who wants to bid on the
lovely lady's blouse?" Hands flew up all over.

   Santa started taking bids while Barbara quivered in anxiety.  The bids
kept coming while she whined and tried to figure a way out of the magical
ribbons.  Then, at an amount just shy of two hundred dollars, the blouse
was bought.  Barbara shouted the word no over and over.  It came out
sounding, "N, N!, O!, o, O!"

   The man who came on stage looked far too reserved to be the kind to
strip and feel up a woman who was tied in place.  He had almost no
expression as he approached her and sized her up with his eyes.  One
eyebrow was raised as he adopted an almost sinister smile.  Then he started
slowly unbuttoning her top.  He was clearly enjoying making her wait for
it. Barbara managed to keep quiet, but she turned red slowly.  Her blouse
was slipped down off of her shoulders, but of course it couldn't get past
the ribbon at her wrists.  So Santa helped, again, whisking it off all in
one piece.  There she was looking wonderfully sexy in her lingerie.  It was
a beige, almost unattractive color, but somehow on her it looked great. 
Bra, panties, stockings, garter belt.  So many eyes were on her, drinking
in the curves of her gorgeous body.  Her figure was somewhat modest in
proportion, but it was also so perfectly made.  Those legs caught the eye
first.  They were perfect.  Then the eye travelled upward to take in a
flawless figure.

   Barbara let out another muffled cry as her blouse buyer took a double
handful of her boobs, fondling happily.  He wasn't rough, but he sure
wasn't easy about it either.  After a couple minutes Santa had to tell him
his time was up.  "Sorry about that, but we have more to sell."

   Santa removed Barbara's gag.  "Now, if you're untied are you going to
stay and volunteer like a good girl?"

   "Let me go now!  This is an outrage!  Do you know who I am?  I'm
BrbmhHm!!" As the gag was reapplied, the crowd broke into laughter. 
Barbara continued her half screams and muffled curses for a minute or so
before she felt too helpless to continue it.  Then her head hung down in
embarrassment and shame as the full reality of her situation set in.

   Santa shouted out, "Can I get thirty dollars for the lovely lady's
garter belt?" Hands flew up everywhere.  Barbara shivered in indignation as
she watched the bidding with horror.  Little by little the amount increased
until ninety five dollars was paid.  Barbara realized she was going to lose
another garment and be touched up in the process.  She pulled as hard as
she could against the ribbons.

   A shy looking skinny bookworm sort of guy came up on stage and handed
over a personal check for the amount.  Then his eyes looked Barbara's
fabulous body over.  Barbara's eyes pleaded as much as she could, but it
didn't help.  She shuddered when she felt fingertips at her waist.  Her
garter was taken off of her stockings one snap after another.  After that
the bidder was stymied.  "How do I get it off of her?"

   "Just give it a tug," Santa said, imparting some magic by touching the
side of his nose.

   With a whisk, the garter belt came off in the man's surprised hands. 
"Wonderful!" Then, with a bit of hesitation, his hand ran up the back of
her thigh until it reached her glorious butt.  He caressed her there a bit
before running his hand back down her leg.  He made certain to get a quick
feel of the front of her panties before he was done.  At that point Barbara
let out a howl that was met with smiles.

   Once that was over, Santa asked Barbara, "Are you going to cooperate
now, or do those ribbons have to stay on?"

   The ribbon over her mouth dropped so that she could answer.  "Oh please
just let this end." She could see the seriousness in Santa's eyes.  This
was going to happen.  Her clothes were going to be auctioned off piece by
piece and she was powerless to prevent it.  She hated the thought of
standing there for it, but having her arms and legs tied was too much for
her.  "All - all right.  I'll behave, just get these ribbons off." Right as
she finished the sentence, the ribbons slinked off, but they remained in
sight to remind her.

   Santa turned to the excited crowd.  "Now who wants one of her
stockings?"

   Barbara flushed, but stayed silent.  She did smile however when some of
the mall security guards showed up.  She saw their stern faces as they
spoke to a few of Santa's elves that were on hand.  As it was explained to
them, the security men grew less and less concerned.  Barbara's hopes of
rescue vanished as the security guards took up places not to end the
auction, but to police it.

   Santa started the bidding for her left stocking.  Barbara stood there
with a look of defeat as she watched different strangers of different sorts
vying for the chance to remove another piece of her clothing.  Even a
couple of the security guards bid!

   "Going once!  Going twice!  Sold, Ho Ho, to the gentleman from the
electronics store." Security helped the mall employee up to the stage. 
Santa greeted him, "Gary, you've been a very good boy this year, hasn't he
Barbara?"

   Santa held the microphone to her.  "If you say so.  Let's just get this
over with."

   "Now that's Christmas spirit.  Go on, Gary.  Get her stocking off."

   Barbara fumed as she put her leg forward, met by an expert wolf whistle
from someone in the crowd.  She cringed just slightly when she felt Gary's
fingers at her thigh.  He slowly rolled her stocking down, making certain
to feel the entire length of her leg as he did so.  Once it was off, he ran
his hands back up again.  Barbara was hard pressed to keep her mouth shut.
She couldn't stand the thought of this worthless little wage drone feeling
her up.  She did let out a grunt of anger when his hand reached her butt
and gave it a squeeze.

   "Ho Ho Ho!  Now to start bidding on the other leg!"

   Barbara stood there furious and embarrassed but also with some indignant
pride.  Her hands were on her hips.  She gave the crowd a look like she was
daring them to embarrass her farther.  Of course they did.  Once the final
bid was taken, Barbara was more than a little surprised to see that the guy
who bought it was half her age.  "Wait!  Santa, you can't let him do this
to me.  I'd never live this down."

   Barbara started to back away like she wanted to leave the stage, but
Santa asked her, "Do you want me to use the ribbons again?"

   "What?  No!  Just don't let this kid - You stay away from me!"

   "But I bought your stocking." He was a snarky looking twenty year old in
expensive clothes that were supposed to look cheap and a baseball cap worn
at an angle.  He seemed more entertained than offended by Barbara's
resistance.  He walked over as Barbara took another step backwards.  Santa
was there to put a hand behind the star of the auction.

   "You're not going anywhere, Barbara.  Give the young man your leg."

   Barbara threw her head back, staring up and away from her plight.  She
thrust her sexy stockinged leg forward, wanting this to be over with fast.
As before she felt a stranger's hands work down her leg and then back up.
He was demandingly grabby especially when it got high enough to fondle her
ass.  When it seemed over, Barbara finally dared to make eye contact with
the youngster who had taken her stocking.  The moment she did that she felt
a squeeze to her right boob.  "Oh!  OoH!  Get away, you horrible pervert!"

   The audience laughed as Barbara cringed and clutched herself securely.
"Are we done?  Is it over?"

   "Ho Ho No!  We have to sell that bra."

   "Santa, no!"

   "Do I hear ten dollars?  Ten dollars?  Fifteen?" And it went.  Barbara
held her hands over her own tits, dreading the next part of the show.  She
wanted the bidding to go on forever.  Of course it didn't.  Her bra caught
a better price than anything else had though.  The worst thing of it, it
was bought by someone she knew.

   "Raymond?"

   "I can't wait for this, Barbara." Raymond lived in her neighborhood. 
She saw him at the country club.  She saw him at events and dinners.  She
would have to live with this moment whenever she saw him again.

   "Raymond, don't!  Come on!  You don't want to do this."

   "Are you nuts?  Everyone wants to see your tits, Barb."

   "Don't call me Barb!" She hated that.  Even more she hated having to
hold still while she felt Raymond's hands at the clasp of her bra.  Her bra
snapped.  Barbara managed to hold in her sound of outrage as her neighbor
slid the straps down her shoulders.  Once he had his prize, he held it high
over his head for the crowd to see.  Barbara had her arms tight across her
chest.  Once he had the bra half stuffed into a pocket, Raymond took hold
of her arms and tugged them away from her body.  "Raymond!  Please don't!
Don't let everyone see - EEEEE!" There they were, a pair of fantastic
breasts with a sculpted sort of look.  Time had taken from them the
youthful perkiness that they had obviously had, but that had been replaced
by a special, delicately uniform curve especially along her underboob. 
They were still firm and more than well shaped.  They were tits that seemed
almost proud to belong to such a wealthy woman.  Undoubtedly they weren't
quite as proud in the moments that they were manhandled by Raymond.  He
didn't stop either.  After a bit, Barbara had to complain, and Santa made
him let her go.

   Barbara stood there with her tits bare and her shoulders slumped in
depression.  She couldn't imagine that any insult could be great enough to
add to her public nakedness, but Santa knew just how to get to her.  With
his booming laugh, Santa announced the next item.  "Let's start the bidding
on Barbara's bracelet."

   "What?!"

   "It's 24 karat gold with three emeralds.  Let's start the bidding at
twenty dollars."

   "Twenty!" Barbara shouted.  "You can't sell this for just twenty
dollars! Are you out of your mind!"

   "It's for charity," Santa said with his jolly smile.  "I've got twenty.
Can I get twenty five?  Twenty five?  Thirty.  Forty."

   Barbara was shocked.  Not only was she going to lose her jewelry, it was
practically being stolen!  "A hundred dollars!" she shouted.

   For a moment the place went dead silent.  Santa boomed out another
laugh. "I have a hundred dollars.  Can anyone top Mrs.  Chintzy's bid?"

   A hundred dollars was still a fraction of its value, so people kept it
up.  Barbara kept up the bidding, having to promise six hundred dollars for
it.  She won that little bidding war though.  For a moment she felt relief.
She would get to keep her bracelet and no one was coming on stage to touch
her.  She was half right.  Santa said, "Palmer?  Could you keep the
bracelet secure until the auction is over?"

   One of the security guards happily trotted to the stage.  Barbara's eyes
shot open wide.  Even though she understood, Santa told her, "You can't
keep it on.  It has to come off until the auction is over." Barbara held
out her wrist so that the security guard could take it off of her.  He
didn't let go of her wrist though.  She cringed a bit when she realized
that this heavy set rent a cop was going to get to feel her up without even
paying for it.  The crowd clapped appreciatively as her boobs were grabbed
and groped.  Her face was scarlet and her mouth was twisted into a raging
shape, but she kept quiet until the guard said, "Thanks lady."

   "Go to hell, you peon!"

   The insult was returned with a smile and a swat to her butt as the guard
walked away.

   Santa announced the next item, one of her rings.  She clutched her hand
as she begged, "Santa, don't take all my jewelry!"

   "Of course I won't.  Just what you have on you."

   "OoH!" She listened as the bidding rose, and she joined in when she had
to.  Again she had to offer up a sum of money to keep her own goods.  Again
a security guard was called to stage to claim it.  With a look of helpless
rage she slipped the ring off of her finger and handed it over to the
guard. Of course she had to endure his happy hands on her tits and ass
before the next item went up for bids.

   "No!" she shouted when she heard what it was.  "No, I won't let you sell
my necklace.  Not even to me." She moved like she wanted to dash off the
stage.  She just couldn't find an opening for that.  "This is a one of a
kind Edmond Neuford Finery!  I won't let you auction it off!" She darted to
one side of the stage then the other.  Then, as she was near the center of
the stage again, she found the magical ribbons suddenly animated again. 
"NO!  NOOOO!" Again her hands and feet were held in place and her voice was
stifled by a broad band of red ribbon over her mouth.  She shook and raged,
setting gorgeous breasts shaking as well.

   "Can I hear fifty dollars?" Santa went through the next series of bids
until the necklace was sold.  Barbara fumed.  All she had done was rob
herself of the chance to buy her own jewelry.  For a ridiculously low price
the necklace was sold.  As Barbara squirmed, she saw the buyer, a pretty,
well dressed young woman get up to the stage to claim the necklace. 
"Thanks," the buyer said, "This will look good on me." She carefully took
the necklace off of Barbara who gave her an evil look.  Then, much to
everyone's surprise, the lovely young lady took a double handful of
Barbara's bosom.  Barbara yelped under gag, then whimpered as she was
fondled by a woman.  The crowd was silent for a moment, then it erupted
with cheers and laughter.  Barbara was mortified.  This thieving bitch
wasn't even gentle the way Barbara would have expected.  She was every bit
as greedy about it as every man had been.

   Her dignity was as absent as her clothes.  All Barbara had left were her
shoes and her panties.  She would get to keep the shoes.  "Can I hear fifty
dollars for Barbara's panties?"

   "MMMM??!!"

   Countless hands shot up in the air.  Everyone had been waiting for this.
Barbara's wide eyes stared in horror as the last of her modesty was offered
at a slowly increasing price.  "one hundred five dollars.  Can I hear, yes,
one hundred ten dollars." So it went as the bidding grew fierce and ended
up with three men topping each other a dollar at a time.  The suspense of
waiting for it kept Barbara so nervous that she almost couldn't feel the
shame of the rest of her public nudity.

   Then, at last, her underwear was sold.  "Come on up," Santa said, "but
considering the competition, I'll let the other two leading bidders help
you get them off of her." That was met with a round of applause from the
crowd and an indignant, muffled shout from Barbara.  She watched with
quaking knees as three men made their way to the stage.  She pulled as hard
as she could against the ribbons, but to no avail.  Three broad smiles were
all Barbara could see as the last buyers approached.  She shut her eyes
tight as she felt six different hands slowly divest her of her panties. 
Barbara's eyes shot open to see the crowd staring at her bare pussy.  "MM!
MmnMhM!  Lmme Gh!" Once they were down to her ankles, they couldn't be
pulled past the ribbons holding her there, so Santa had to offer a bit of
magic to let them be whisked off.  Then, of course there was the obligatory
feeling.  All three men who had come up had their hands on her at once. 
She squirmed as she felt them run their hands along her body all over,
taking special time to fondle boobs, butt, legs and pussy.  The ribbon over
her mouth finally let up.  "Stop it!  STOP!  Let me go!  Oh!  OoOh!  Santa!
Make them stop!  I'll never make the naughty list again!  I promise."

   "Good enough," Santa said.  He waved the three happy men off.  They left
her alone, one carrying away her panties, held high with triumph.  The
ribbons let Barbara go.  She didn't cover her nudity, because she didn't
know if that was allowed yet.

   "S-So I can go now, Santa?"

   "You certainly can.  But I think it might be difficult without your
clothes.  So here's two of the local security men to help you get to your
car.  Ah, here are my elves with your purse, and the end of your Christmas
shopping this year."

   Barbara managed to thank those elves, one of which gave her bare butt a
pat.  On shaky legs, Barbara walked away, still stared at all they way to
her car.