All I Want For Christmas....

Troglodyte

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OOC: Trey. 25 years old. 6'5". 230 pounds. Black eyes. Shaved head.

IC:


They're mother and daughter, but they look more like sisters. I saw them about a week ago, and I've been stalking them ever since.

They don't see me at first. They're talking and laughing as they come home from a long day at the mall. Their arms are loaded with wrapped gifts. The daughter sees me first. I'm on her before she can scream. I cover her mouth with my gloved hand. My gun is pressed against her pretty little head.

I don't have to say anything to Mom. She understands instantly.

Just don't hurt her.... her eyes say.


I've got the cuffs in my hands. I bind the pair of them with their wrists behind their backs. Then I lead them to the couch.

"Ho, ho, ho," I say. That's when they notice I'm dressed like Santa....
 
Kelsey

18, blonde, blue eyes, slender, 5'7" 140 pounds, oval face and pixie ears.
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Mom and I stepped in the empty house with our abundance of gifts with the intention of wrapping for at least two hours before Dad and the boys get back from the promised Lord of the Rings III.

I thought I saw a shadow and as I walked to the dining room I caught a glimpse of the inturder and then I was in his grip as his hand covered my mouth and nose. I was terrified and Mom looked at us. The fear in her eyes was scary as I had never seen her look so pale. I felt the cool metal of the gun pressing against my skin. Tears started pouring drop my cheeks as I watched Mom turn and the cool steel encircling my wrists matched the ones that I saw Mom wearing.

He stepped in front and I saw the red suit. Oh god, Santa was robbing us or was he.. going to do worse
 
Laura 40 Blonde hair, brown eyes, slender like her daughter....

IC:

I couldn't believe this. Thoughts were racing through my head as I watched the man throw my daughter onto our couch. What was I going to do? I didn't care what happened to me as long as my little girl was safe from this madman who was determined to ruin our Christmas. Dressed as Santa on top of it all. What a sicko!

I stood in the center of the room, muscles trembling, wanting to attack the man that was manhandling my baby but knowing that doing so would result in the gun in his hand being used. I didn't want to watch my daughter die, so I held back, my teeth biting into my lips as I waited for his next move.
 
Trey

I pulled the girl onto my lap.

"Mommy forgot to bring you to see me, little girl, so I came for a personal visit," I said. Slowly, I started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Have you been naughty.... or nice?" I asked.

Just a few feet away her mother glared at me. If looks could kill....

But they couldn't. She's get her turn. But now I cupped one of the girl's full round breasts. I gave it a squeeze.

"Why don't you show Santa how naughty you can be?" I asked....
 
Laura:

"Get off of her!" I shouted, starting to move toward the man now groping my 18 year old daughter. "Leave her alone! Take me, but don't touch her!" I couldn't stand to watch my baby girl be manhandled by this psycho.

His eyes stopped me as I neared the couch. The look in them was frightening and I halted a few feet away. My eyes dropped to his hands, one of which was cupping and squeezing my daughters tender breast, the other working its way under her skirt.

I didn't know what to do, but I knew that if I tried to intervene he'd kill us both.
 
Kelsey

I was shaking as I was sent to the couch. Then he pulled me into his lap and I trembled in fear. My mind went bullistic with thoughts of being raped.

"Mommy forgot to bring you to see me, little girl, so I came for a personal visit," I said. Slowly, I started unbuttoning her blouse. "Have you been naughty.... or nice?"

"please.. please.. don't do this to me...I've been good ..." I was crying harder and was hiccuping between sentances. I was looking into his eyes and my belly ached like it does whenever I get stressed out. His hand grabbed under my boob and squeezed. I was wincing as my mind raced on from sheer panic.

Momma screamed but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "Get off of her! Leave her alone!.......... Take me, but don't touch her!"

"Why don't you show Santa how naughty you can be?"

"what do you want me to do, Santa?" I asked in a very child-like voice. Trembling harder and harder as my eyes were riverted to the gun that he still had.
 
Trey

"what do you want me to do, Santa?" she asked softly. I flashed a wicked grin.

"Everything, sweetheart," I said. "Everything, and more."

I pulled her toward me and tasted her tender young lips. They were sweet. I wondered how they would feel wrapped around my throbbing shaft. Before the night was over, I would know.

But first....

I pushed her off me and she tumbled to the ground. He skirt rode up, revealing the swells of her ripe ass nearly bursting out of her thong panties.

'You and Santa are going to have fun tonight, sweetheart," I promised. "But first, I want you to watch me unwrap Mommy."


Then I walked over to her mother and started tearing at her clothes....
 
"Everything, sweetheart," I said. "Everything, and more."

His kiss was appauling but I nervously kissed his lips, afraid of what he might do next. I was trembling from head to toe as he held me so close, close enough to hear his heartbeat..... then I was dumped to the floor.

'You and Santa are going to have fun tonight, sweetheart," I promised. "But first, I want you to watch me unwrap Mommy."

I watched in horror as he tore off Momma's clothing. "Please... please.. don't hurt her... I'll do anything you ask, please don't hurt her" I begged.
 
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