Anna sighed; another year alone as she turned in on Christmas Eve. It had started well, at least it appeared so. She was getting out more after the break up, meeting people and having a great time. She had discovered a new aspect to herself and had been exploring it to its fullest. The people at the club were friendly and the atmosphere so full of energy. But despite all of the new friends, new experiences, and wonderful times, she still did not have someone to say was hers.
She did her usual turn around the house, making sure all the doors and windows were locked. Flipping the switch to the tree, she sulked up the stairs to bed. She undressed, leaving her clothes either draped over the chair for later, or dropping into the hamper as her meticulous nature dictated. She stood before the full length mirror and ran her fingers lightly down her front, caressing her full, but not too big breasts. She felt the familiar jolt when she passed over her nipple and could not resist pinching and twisting them, a decision that made her instantly wet. Padding to the bed she sat down and rubbed her inner thighs almost to her delicate folds before stopping and moving back down toward her knees. She did this several times, getting ever so close to her womanhood each time, but refusing to touch herself.
With a small giggle she admonished herself for being a self-sadist and denying herself the pleasure she craved. Yet she kept it up, wiggling and wishing that she would just give in and stop teasing herself. Lost as she was in the delightful bliss of her own desires, she did not hear the near silent click of the lock on the back door downstairs. Anna lay back on her bed and gave in, her hands pulling up on each lip, spreading them apart and exposing her inner bits to the air before squeezing them closed against her throbbing clit. Her eyes closed slowly as her lips parted slightly with rapid breaths. A small moan escaped as she pressed on her clit with her lips, the familiar tingle shooting through her body and her back arched.
The silent foot falls on the stairs outside her room were drowned by the increasing gasps and moans from the slender early 30's brunette. One hand had abandoned her pussy and was now squeezing and molesting her breast while she rubbed intently on the tiny, tender bud nestled in her warm folds.
The door to her room opened a crack as she cried out a hoarse 'oh god!' when her fingers slid into her slick passage. From the hall, the figure watched the sight. Her delectable body spread on the bed, hand between her legs, eyes closed and in the throes of ecstasy. He felt himself stir and grinned beneath his disguise. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and strides quickly across the floor to her bed. One hand clamps over her mouth, the other grabs at the hand on her breast as he puts his weight against her.
Anna's eyes flew open and stared in fear and bewilderment at the figure above her. A face obscured by a bushy white beard and fake eyebrows, topped off by a red hat with a white fur fringe. Her eyes glance down him as far as she can and registers a red jacket, wide black belt—Santa Claus. Her fear grows as she struggles against the sudden attack, her mind focusing not on getting free, but wondering how he got in.
"Ho, Ho, Ho," he laughs in that Christmas pageant way. "What do we have here? A naughty, naughty girl I would say."
Who was this man? How did he get in? There was no play planned for tonight. Oh god, this was the real thing! Anna started squirming and struggling which only resulted in him lifting his leg over her and pinning her to the bed with his weight over her lower chest. Her breasts were pushed up by his powerful legs and together, where he naked his manhood would rest between them. He takes his hand from her mouth as he stuffs a wad of her own panties in. His other hand had already somehow pinned her wrists together above her head.
She shakes her head violently from side to side feeling the lace of her panties entering her mouth and tries to kick up to him, a futile effort given his position and weight. He extracts a zip-tie from his belt and uses it to hold her wrists together allowing him to retrieve a roll of duct tape from his red velvet toy bag. He went all out on this Anna thought seeing the bag, her mind clearly not focusing on what it should be.
The tape secures her hands above her head to her bed-frame, and another strip covers her mouth and keeps the panties in place. I hope they are the clean ones! His weight shifts off down her body and he grabs one of her legs. Dragging it out he tapes it to the left bed-post, then does the same to the right leg despite her thrashing and pulling. Standing beside the bed he looks down at the helpless girl bound so ready on the bed and wet for him as well. Santa had really come early this year.
He places his fingers on her inner calf and trails them up her leg, making no effort to avoid any areas he passes over her pussy and she instinctively arches, still undeniably turned on from her own fantasy a few minutes before. She shakes her head and closes her eyes, trying desperately to shut out what was happening to her by this pervert.
He reaches back into his toy bag and pulls from it a leather flogger and grins at her. "Now Anna, I know you have been a bad girl this year. And Santa has brought you a special gift." He starts to laugh again in the classic Santa fashion as he begins to flog her breasts rather hard. Under the punishment, she writhes and squirms, trying to avoid the falls of the nasty whip. Through her body the burning spreads and soon it feels though her breasts are on fire. Her nipples stand as small pebbles, taking blow after blow and sending jolts of delightful electricity to her clit. Her screams of pain are mixed with moans of pleasure as her mind reels; trying to process what is happening to her.
