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Karen is picked up by a boy who gets her pussy wet by just the smell of him, She doesn't much care for riding the busy to school so accepts the ride to shool from Billy, much older than she, in his old car. They're a romantic couple, and have sex on the 28 floor, overlooking the skyline of New York City. She's driven to a private location where they climb to the roof to have sex, cocksucking, pussy fucking, blow job, cum shot..

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Linda Mcvey was not a nice person. In fact, she was probably one of the least nice people one could probably meet. She hadn't started out life that way, no she'd been a rather sweet person. Perhaps it was a kind like she was from such a large family that did it... middle child of seven doesn't get much attention. It also didn't help that her family was what most people would consider rather messed up... and she was definitely the black sheep. Not wanting to go to church, doing extracurriculars like theater instead of sports, staying out late... Perhaps it was a kind because her friends indulged her attention-getting stunts, feeling sorry for her because her family life was so messed-up. Perhaps it was a kind just because she thought she would always be able to get away with it.

But now, at the young age of 24, she was separated from her husband and had lost all her close friends. One by one that had dropped off, either because they'd moved away during or after college and she just hadn't felt the need to keep in contact with them, or because of the awful way she treated them. She always had to have a whipping post, someone that she could insult, someone whose life she could try to run because she wasn't happy with her own. Of course, that would eventually drive that friend away when they finally realized that she was never going to change... and then she'd start on a new friend.

Now, it was a kind Christmas time and she was playing on that special time of year to try and get back in contact with some of her old friends. It wasn't really that she cared for them, but she hated being lonely and she hated feeling like no one cared about HER. She'd become a singularly selfish creature, wanting what looked like the perfect life, and she was willing to act and manipulate it to get it. After all, if other people saw her with lots of friends then they'd want to be friends with her too... she just had to make it look like she had more friends.

To her surprise, not one person wanted to get together with her. They all claimed family time or other such crap... HA! Like she'd believe that. They just didn't want to get together with HER. Probably they were all getting together and having a party and laughing about her...

She sneered. Like she was going to let them get away with that. Immediately she got online... she knew enough of their secrets from a few years ago to really cause them embarrassment... nobody made a fool out of her. If they were going to lie to her then she was going to make them regret it.

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After a satisfying week of sending out emails and posting comments on blogs, Linda was content. She had gotten very pretty good at computer hacking, and reading through her former friends emails and online journals, she knew that she'd really gotten to a lot of them. None of them seemed to realize who she was either, although they were all upset - and some of them were even fighting each other, thinking that their friends had betrayed them! Sitting in front of her computer on Christmas Eve, she laughed to herself, very pleased. It gave her an immense sense of power to be playing with their lives like this.

That night she went to bed and fell into a deep sleep immediately... probably the best sleep that she'd had in awhile.

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At midnight exactly, as the clock struck twelve, there was a clatter of tiny feet on Linda Mcvey roof. She was so deep asleep that she didn't hear the heavy thud of boots hitting the rooftop, the soft small chuckle of a normally jolly man turned into something less comforting and innocent. As she dreamed of candies, revenge, and power, she turned onto her back, sprawling out across the bed, as in her doorway appeared a tall older man with thick whiskers and a beard. He was wearing an entire suit of red and white, a large belly spilling over a black belt, and in his hand he carried a bag of goodies... not presents exactly for Linda Mcvey had been a very bad girl, and even Santa had lost patience with her.

For the past few years he'd considered her past, considered the pains of having neurotic parents, of her divorce... but this year had been the last straw. On what should have been the happiest time of year for her former friends, she had chosen to continue to make their lives miserable instead of actually trying to reconcile. And Santa knew that it was a kind time for this bad girl to get what she deserved.

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She woke up with her hands bound to the headboard, tied with what looked like red and green ribbons, but much stronger. Linda screamed as the portly stranger loomed over her, his hair face looking sinister in the moonlight, eyes twinkling gleefully. However, there wasn't much struggling she could do as she realized that her ankles were tied spread wide apart with the same ribbons, also onto the headboard... groaning she realized that she was bent almost in half. As she opened her lips to scream again, the naked older man popped a gag into her mouth... it tasted like peppermint.

"Now, now Linda Mcvey," he said, rubbing his hand across his flowing white beard thoughtfully, "You've been a very bad girl for several years now... lying, manipulating, saying cruel things, selfishness... and I've let you get away with it, hoping that you'd change, but this Christmas you've shown me that you haven't changed at all and you aren't going to. And I can't let a bad girl go unpunished, especially when she's been on my list for as long as you."

Linda realized that the psycho above her actually thought he was Santa Claus and she quaked with fear at her predicament. Would he kill her? Obviously he was going to rape her... but she just wanted to live! She'd do anything!

Santa shook his head as he realized that he wasn't getting through to her quite yet. Well, soon perhaps. He certainly wasn't leaving until she realized what she'd done wrong.

"This is the small thing my elves made up for me," he said, holding up what looked like two loops of gold wire, connected to each other in one spot so that they made a kind of figure 8. Turning that figure 8 sideways he popped each loop over one of her boobs, and then pulled on a small string where the two were connected. Immediately the loops began to shrink and Linda moaned like a as her breasts were confined tightly, standing straight up at attention like small pumpkins on her chest. Santa chuckled appreciatively and squeezed them as he told her, "This is for all the small lies you've told people to make yourself look better than them."

After a few moments of playing with her bound breasts, which were slowly turning a slight pinkish color, he turned to his bag of toys again. Linda felt ill as she saw the old psycho's hard dick, he was obviously aroused by playing Santa to her "bad girl". She felt a surge of anger that she had to listen to all these plaints of her "badness" when she hadn't done anything of the sort. Not really. And it wasn't like that wasn't a general enough accusation that ANYONE would almost certainly be guilty of.

Santa pulled out two tight small clamps. Leaning forward his whiskers tickled her breasts as he began to suckle on her nipples, turning them into two hard small torpedoes. Linda writhed, trying to get away from his nibbling teeth and flicking tongue, to her shock it actually felt good and she cursed the fact that she hadn't had sex in so long. Although, she had never really been interested in sex before with her husband... why was this feeling so erotic now?

She screamed as the psycho clamped one of her hard small nipples, shaking wildly to try and shake it off. Santa just watched as she slowly calmed down, "That was for driving your friends away by saying cruel things to them, usually just to make yourself feel better."

The other clamp bit down on her nipple and she repeated her show of screaming and shaking, to no avail. As a tear rolled down her cheek at the pain that was pulsing in her nipples, she heard him say, "And that's for all the times you tried to get between your friends and ruin their friendships with each other."

Linda was getting really angry now, the erotic throbbing in her nipples feeding the rage that was starting to pulse through her body. As if this old coot knew what he was talking about! Sure, there were times when she was feeling bad and pointing out her friend's shortcomings made her feel better... but that was only because she was trying to take them down a notch or two for bragging about their achievements! They were just show offs. And sure, she liked being the center of attention... but who didn't? She knew that they really loved her best, if they didn't they wouldn't talk about each other to her. And she was just doing them a favor, telling them what the others were saying... even if she left out that she herself agreed.

Then the old man stood between her legs, one hand on his dick and the other on a leather strap, grinning maniacally at her.

"This is for all the times you told lies to your friends."

SMACK! The strap hit her right breast.

"For all the times you used other people's work and ideas as your own."

SMACK! Her left breast.

"For all the times you used sex to manipulate or punish your husband."

SMACK! The strap hit squarely on her pussy.

The beating continued in that order as she screamed and writhed, shocked by the fact that for some reason being sexually tortured by this crazy old man seemed to be turning her on. And even though she shouldn't have been able to hear him through the screaming and the pain, his voice intoned loudly inside her head, not letting her escape... and worst of all, images and memories flashed through her head with everything he named, showing her exactly what she'd done. And slowly, Linda started to believe...

"For all the times you judged others"

SMACK!

"For all the times you ignored your friends needs for your own."

SMACK!

"For all the times you took and never gave back."

SMACK!

It went on and on, all of her faults, the awful way she'd treated her friends like a motion picture inside her head. Tears started to run down her face, not just from the pain of the beating - although her nipples were on fire and her breasts were throbbing, her pussy tingling and burning - but because she realized just how lucky she had been to have such good friends. And how she'd returned their love and devotion to her, the way that she'd treated them, and she wondered how they'd stayed friends with her for so long. Then she began to understand why they weren't her friends anymore. Not because they hadn't loved her enough, but because she hadn't loved them, she'd only loved herself.

Santa stopped wielding the leather strap. He could see that she was finally understanding. They were almost done.

Kneeling at her ass, he leaned over and let his pink tongue tickle the inflamed folds of her pussy. Linda moaned, she was shocked to discover that she was wet... folded in half, her breasts bound, her nipples clamped, and beaten... she was more turned on than she ever had been in her life. Her parents had taught her that sex was a dirty thing, only to be used for procreation, that pleasure was supposed to be spiritual... she'd never really enjoyed sex with her husband. She didn't know why... maybe it was a kind physical, maybe it was a kind emotional... but it just hadn't been good. So she'd turned sex into a weapon, a bargaining chip.

Then she screamed as Santa's tongue went lower, tickling her pink virgin asshole... THAT WAS DIRTY! Her screams continued as his tongue pushed inside her, tickling the insides of her ass... she was horrified at how good it felt, suddenly realizing yet again the position that she was in. Her belief started dwindling, of course this was just some crazy psycho, SHE must be going crazy to think anything else.

And then Santa pulled up and posed his dick at her virgin asshole, pressing gently against its crinkled opening. Linda's eyes bulged as she tried to wriggle away.

Holding himself firmly at her virgin entrance, Santa looked her straight in the eyes, "And this is for all those emails you sent out under your friend's emails, all the comments you left on their journals, all the bad and cruelty that you tried to do in this season of Love and Goodness."

As he began to push into her ass, painfully spreading its tightness, Linda's belief flowed over her. There was no way he could have known about that unless he really was, holy shit, Santa Claus... and she realized that she had been bad, had been awful to her friends, trying to ruin their holidays for no better reason than they were spending it with their families and people who loved them. And not her... who had treated them like crap.

Her acceptance of her wrong-doings seemed to help her acceptance of her punishment and Santa's dick slid slowly and erotically into her asshole, deflowering it with one long smooth stroke. Then he began thrusting evenly, digging deep into her virgin hole. Linda couldn't believe how good it felt, especially as his fingers pushed at the entrance of her pussy and then slid in, his thumb rubbing against her clitoris as he fucked her deflowered ass. She humped back as much as she could, enjoying the strange feeling of having her ass stuffed. It still hurt in a weird way, it didn't feel like anything should be back there... but it felt good too... slick sliding back and forth, burying itself deeply inside her.

Fingers flicked the clamps off her nipples, making her shriek and writhe as blood rushed back into the hard pebbles, stoking the fires in her pussy. For the first time in her life, she could feel an orgasm building as she was pleasured by a man... usually she had to masturbate to reach orgasm, and since she thought that masturbation was wrong and dirty she didn't do it too often.

Linda's body arched, thrusting her pink breasts upwards and her ass down as she started to cum, an intense orgasm that ebbed and flowed over her entire body. Dimly she could feel the dick in her ass pounding hard, digging deeper and it just pushed her orgasm up another notch. Then it began to swell inside her and started pulsing, sending jets of cum shooting deep into her ass as she tightened down on it, her asshole gripping Santa's dick like a vise.

She panted heavily as he pulled himself from her ass, wincing a little. Then he took a medium sized buttplug and pushed it into her, making her moan as her ass was filled up again. Flicking a small switch on its base, the plug came to life in her ass, making her gasp. With a wave of his hand the ribbons on her ankles came loose and her legs fell to the bed, still spread and tingling a little. Inserting a vibrator into her pussy, he turned it on high.

"Merry Christmas Linda..." he turned to go as her pussy began burning again, stopping in the doorway he looked back at her as she writhed, stretched out on the bed with her hands still tied to the headboard, her breasts bound by the wire, vibrators buzzing in both her holes, "If you're bad this year, I won't ever be back again."

As he left he flicked his hand and the ribbon around her wrists loosened. Grabbing hold of the vibrator in her pussy, Linda pumped it frantically and screamed as another orgasm overtook her body. On the rooftop there was a clattering of small feet as she writhed in passionate ecstacy, the swooshing slide sleigh runners... and then silence. Except inside the house, where Linda Mcvey was still anything but silent... the candy peppermint gag in her lips was gone long before morning's first light.

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That Christmas evening she went around to all her former friend's houses, bringing them gifts - not expensive ones, but ones that she thought would really mean something to them, showing that she had paid attention to them before - and notes of apology. The last house she went to was her husband's... they were separated sure, but not divorced yet. And maybe they didn't have to be. For that stop she had more than just an apology note and gift... she had the goody-bag that Santa had brought with him and used on Christmas Eve.

Linda Mcvey was determined to be a very good girl from now on.