It had been a long Christmas eve. Theresa had been up all day helping her family prepare for the big dinner tomorrow. She wondered if it was worth it, but when she saw the look on the children’s faces on Christmas morning, she knew that it was. She had just turned 18 recently and was starting to look at everything differently than she had a couple of years back. She remembered that it hadn’t been too long ago that she had still believed in Santa Claus and now she chuckled as she thought that there could actually be a jolly old elf. “Santa Claus” she said aloud, “just a child’s fantasy.”
She couldn’t wait to get to bed because she was so tired. She went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She quickly removed her clothes and got into the shower as quick as she could. The cold winters of Kansas had put a chill in the air that the old central heating system in the old house that she lived in could not override. She turned the water up so it would warm her cold body. She normally took her time taking her shower but she was so worn out from the day’s work that she didn’t even take the time to soap herself like she used to.
Usually she ran the bar of soap all over her body because she liked the way it made her feel. Her hormones were starting to come alive and lately she had been having fantasies about the boys in her class. She often fantasized about how it would be to have a man against her naked body, how it would feel with a man’s penis in her hand and in her mouth. She knew the mechanics of sex because she had seen some of the adult movies that her brother had hid in his room. “Oh well,” she thought, “I will know when the time is right.”
Theresa turned off the shower and slid the door open to get her towel. The minute the door opened she could feel her nipples stiffen from the difference in the temperature of the room. Damn, they were perking up, she chuckled to herself. She quickly dried off and almost ran for her bed. She went into her room and shut the door and jumped under the covers naked. She loved to sleep in the nude because she loved the way the cotton felt against her body. She could always get up and put something on if she had to but she seldom did. She turned on the radio by her bed and turned it to KQIX 94 and heard the Christmas music playing. She listened there for a while and soon they started giving status reports on Santa sightings. She smiled and thought about when she was a kid and she really believed that she should sleep because she thought Santa was actually on the way. She closed her eyes and after a few minutes, she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
Theresa was suddenly awakened by a loud “Thud.” She opened her eyes and laid real still. She moved her eyes around the room and tried to find where the noise was coming from. “Thud” she heard again. “Oh shit,” she thought to herself, “It’s a burgler or who knows what. She laid there too scared to move. She closed her eyes and just hoped that whoever or whatever it was would just take what he wanted and leave. Suddenly she felt the covers being jerked off her. Oh god, she thought, I’m here naked and my covers are gone. She closed her eyes tightly when she heard “Ho, ho, ho.”
She opened her eyes a little to see who was doing the sorry Santa routine. As her eyes adjusted, she could see a large round figure in the background. He was wearing a red suit, red hat and had a large bag with him. She wanted to scream “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, “ but she couldn’t get any words to come out. The large man looked her young body up and down and said “HO, ho, ho,” again. Oh fuck, she thought, trapped in this room, lying naked on the bed with a psycho who thinks he’s Santa Claus. She got ready to spring for the door but found that she couldn’t move. Something was holding her arms and legs. She looked over and saw that she had been tied to the head and foot board with red and green nylon stockings. She tried to scream again but still couldn’t get the words to come out.
“Well, look what we have here,” the man said. “Damn, and what a fine looking little cunt you are too.” With that, he pulled his white glove off and took his finger and put it in his mouth and then ran his wet finger over her left breast and then worked his way to her nipple. “So big and hard”, the man said, “just like I hoped they would be.” As Santa played with her nipples she noticed that they were getting hard. She wasn’t sure if it was the temperature of the room or the way that the feel of the hands on her nipples but they were sure perking up. Finally the man said, “Ok Theresa, you will be able to speak softly and talk to me but if you try to scream, nothing will come out of your mouth.”
“W-w-who are you”?
“Why I’m Santa little girl” he said as he smiled and looked her young body over.
“There is no Santa,” she said “That’s just a little kid’s fantasy”.
“I know you are not a believer and that is why I am here. You see, Santa is really real and of course that is me. I am here because you stopped believing and I am here to make sure that you will know that there is a Santa for the rest of your life.”
Theresa tried to scream again. Nothing. No sound. Nothing came from her mouth.