Dark Santa
A Fantasy BDSM Adventure
By Dusty Rodgers and Trina Knotty
If you are reading this, you asked for it; either out loud or deep within the quiet darkness of your horny heart. This story, like many Christmas stories, begins with a home invasion. However, it also contains graphic language and fantasy portrayals of strong D/s themes, bondage, impact play, light degradation, and questionable non-consent. If you don't like it weird and rough, clearly you've yet to find Dark Santa in your heart this year. This was written by a married couple who are madly in love and write this filth because they are depraved perverts.
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Prologue
Dark Santa is what you'd expect; a black-suited Anti-Claus who brings pain and pleasure instead of gifts. Like Krampus, except instead of punishing children, he punishes naughty sluts. This little-known traditional character gives harsh lessons to the deserving. Not to change their ways, but to keep them bad and worse.
He knows if you've been bad, and that's not good enough. He needs you filthy, dirty, and filled to the brim. You might not even know what a depraved, disgusting little whore you are until Dark Santa comes to visit.
Try to hide and he will find you. Resist at all and he will just tie you down. If his powers sense that you are a particularly bad slut, you may become one of his chosen elves: fuck slaves granted immortality in exchange for eternal servitude to their master.
The process for turning a human depends on the slave's attempts to resist. But whether it's days or months, they all break eventually. Dark Santa knows how to choose the best sluts and has centuries of experience turning women into cock-hungry servants. Once finished, he decides either to keep the her at his South Pole ice cavern fortress, or release her back into the world and visiting once a year. He seeks a careful balance in this decision, and it isn't always easy. Consider little Jessica's story of the first time Dark Santa came to town.
Part 1: Home for the Holidays
Chapter 1
In her rustic cabin nestled in the Sierra Mountains, Jess was certain she—regrettably—was the only creature stirring. The light from the cabin's windows cast into the night, giving an orange glow to the heaping dollops of snow draped over the cabin's frame. It seemed tiny, nestled in a small clearing amongst towering pines, but to Jess it felt huge.
Everything about the space was made for two and reminded her that Ron was away. She and her husband built the cabin with the help of friends and contractors over a year and half. They endured almost two full winters in a partially-insulated hunting shack on the forested property, motivated by love and the goal of their dream house. It was land Ron's father owned as a hunting camp, and Ron was the only one of his siblings—three brothers—who was interested in keeping the little parcel. At the base of a small mountain and abutted by Forest Service lands, it felt simultaneously wild and protected.
Ron and Jess slowly transformed the little clearing at the top of the long, winding dirt driveway into their own little retreat and after three years she finally had everything just right. She was always in awe at the life they were able to create for themselves; they were natural scientists who could work at home from the mountains when they weren't traveling to field sites near and far. It was an ideal situation for homebodies who also liked to explore the vast natural beauty of the lands they cared for. The weeks where one of them travelled were always a challenge because neither of them could go long without out touching each other, let alone alone fucking each other silly. They were still in love and hot for each other after years, and the time apart on travel weeks was unbearable!
This was one of those weeks. Ron was away doing a damage assessment on some kind of chemical accident on at an old abandoned mining shack, and Jess was alone in the cabin. On a Friday, only three days before Christmas and Ron wasn't sure how long he would be gone. His team was staying at an old motel near the site and he said he may not be back until Christmas Eve. Jess was disappointed and lonely, but understood because the situation was often reversed.
It wasn't late. Only 8 o'clock but long since dark; moonless and cloudy with temperatures dipping well below freezing. Fresh snow fell on their cozy cabin, making the home feel shrouded, soft, and safe. It snowed hard throughout the day, probably a foot or so but drifting into banks much deeper in places, adding to the heavy snowpack that started in November. Jess brought in plenty of firewood for the evening and was keeping the wood stove blazing hot, casting its flickering warmth dancing throughout the pine interior and illuminating her long blonde hair held back in a loose ponytail. Their stockings were hung with by the stovepipe with care, and the rest of the cabin was festive with fresh pine, cedar, and fir boughs in the rafters that filled the space with their aroma. Before Ron left, the two snowshoed up into the forest and cut down the best Christmas tree they'd ever found, which Ron tagged with some red and green surveyor's tape earlier that fall when bowhunting for mule deer.
The tree had lights on it and maybe three ornaments, which is as far as they made it before getting distracted by each other's bodies. That aside, she felt as festive as she could be in the company of herself during the holidays.
Nestled under a thick blanket on one of the couple's matching leather club chairs, she read the newest in a sexy thriller series while drinking a hot buttered rum. Starting a warm buzz from the delicious boozy concoction, she felt she could melt.
Her evening attire was matching silk shorts and a loose camisole top, in cream with a little holly leaves and berries pattern. She liked how the silk felt on her body, hot from the fire's radiance. While she savored the hot aromatic drink, she reached one of the many steamy scenes in her book. She absently started cupping her breast, enjoying the feeling of the silk between her fingers and on her nipples. As the scene heated up, she moved her hand down to the soft fabric between her legs, and began touching herself. As her nipples hardened, the silk felt even smoother against them.
Jess's mind wandered from the book to the last time she had been with Ron. It was just last Sunday before he left early in the morning. She was in the kitchen, packing him a few meals to tide him over until he could make it to a store to restock his supplies. She had been listening to Christmas music, dancing around and singing along to a Jimmy Buffet song when he came up behind her and put his arms around her. He kissed her neck softly, and she turned around in his arms to face him. They started kissing hungrily, holding each other close. She pulled away, playfully unzipped his pants, and slowly dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor. She took him in her mouth as he got hard and teased him with her tongue. She loved sucking his cock, seeing how deep she could take him, enjoying the moans of pleasure that he made. Once she was wet and ready, she stood up and he untied the little bow holding her pajama shorts up. They dropped to the floor, and she wasn't wearing any panties. She quickly moved the cutting board with the sandwiches she was making over to the oven top and nimbly hopped up on the counter. The counter was just the right height for her to sit and him to easily enter her. As he slid inside of her, she moaned a little and kissed him again.
She was rubbing herself more deliberately now, and pinching her left nipple as she was remembering last Sunday's fun, when she heard a loud thud outside. Sometimes snow accumulated on the roof and slid off, making a large racket against the walls of the cabin. She looked up, shrugged to herself, and glanced down to see the empty bottom of her mug in one hand and her wet fingers on the other. As Jess got up for another round, she heard another loud thump from outside, followed by a metallic jingling—
sleigh bells? No, could it be chains?
The faint noise was quickly followed by three loud knocks on the front door.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jess startled. She didn't hear a car arrive up their long winding dirt road, or a snowmobile come down from one of the forest trails. Usually on night like tonight she was snowed in until her retired neighbor with a plow cleared the way in early morning. It was too far to walk up from the main road, which was also dirt and currently snow-covered. They never got visitors, especially unannounced in a storm at night. Jess was unsure what to do, and felt a strange conflict about opening the door.
