“Who do we have here?” One of them asked.
“This is Tara, boys. She doesn’t believe she’s in the North Pole and she’s been awfully naughty lately. Take her into the toy room and make her a believer!”
A loud squeal erupted from my chest as two of them swooped me up and carried me away as the others and Santa followed us down a long, decorated hallway. The walls were lined with wrapping paper and Christmas lights lined every doorway we passed until we came to the end of the hall.
“Why are we going to the toy room?” I asked one of the helpers who were carrying me.
“Because you don’t believe you’re at the North Pole and Santa wants to make us a believer out of you,” he smiled at me.
My eyes darted back and forth, trying to capture everything that we were passing. I didn’t believe that I was really in the North Pole for one minute but I was too busy admiring the musclebound men carrying me away to question it.
They stopped for a second to let Santa open the door we were standing before. “Tara, may your Christmas be white!” He rumbled as he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The helpers carried me into the toy room which wasn’t really a toy room at all! At least, it wasn’t the kind of toy room that I was expecting!
A black leather table was in the center of the room but one of the men grabbed a plush red covering with white trim—just like Santa’s suit is made of—and covered the table with it before the two men placed me on the table. Whips, handcuffs, and chains hung on hooks from the wall. There was a small white table in the corner of the room with an assortment of vibrators, dildos, and lube. My eyes widened as I realized what kind of toy room it was and what was about to happen.
I know I’d said I wouldn’t mind a few men taking me home tonight but now I was surrounded by six of Santa’s helpers, plus Santa!
“Secure her,” Santa directed them.
The thought of these men taking me made my pussy wet. I eagerly watched as four of them began strapping me to the table, securing my ankles and wrists with cuffs that were attached to the leather table. Santa turned his back and grabbed a remote, turning on a television that was mounted to the wall. My eyes fixated on what was on the screen of the TV when I realized it was us! It wasn’t an ordinary television; it was a closed circuit television and it was capturing everything that was happening in the room. I saw myself lying on the table as the men strapped me down and started removing my clothes.
“What do you have to say, Tara?” Santa asked me.
I swallowed hard and said, “I’ve been very, very naughty. Punish me, Santa!”
“You heard her, men! Let’s punish her,” he said.
One of them ripped of his pants—literally, ripped them off like they were made of breakaway material—and tossed them across the room. The others quickly followed suit. Some of them were wearing red speedos while others had already removed their underwear. Not only were they all ripped and gorgeous, all of them were completely fucking hung! I don’t think there was one cock in the room that was smaller than eight or nine inches, and they were all so thick!
“I hope you’re ready to become a believer,” one of them said, forcing his cock into my hand.
My fingers gripped it and I couldn’t believe just how thick it was. Slowly, I started stroking him before another helper came and put his cock in the opposite hand. Even though I was cuffed to the table, I still had plenty of room to move freely—as long as it was within a foot of the table.
Another one of the helpers—I couldn’t keep all of their names straight because everything was happening so fast—stood near my head and leaned down, and started kissing me. He was easily the best kisser I’ve ever had. Suddenly, he pulled away and my eyes were level with his thick, swollen cock. I opened my mouth as he guided it toward me. Sucking his dick, I was still busy jerking the other two off.
Hands were all over my body, fondling and touching me with my legs spread open wide. I felt each of my nipples being taken into mouths as they sucked and bit them. A low moan escaped my throat as another tongue began licking my pussy. Asher—I think that’s who it was—slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and I looked between my legs to find Santa eating me out. His white gloved hands were wrapped around my thighs as his tongue skillfully licked my clit.
One of the other helpers—Ivan, I think—quickly pulled my chin and inserted his fingers in my mouth. “I think you need to focus on being naughty,” he said, bringing his cock to my mouth.
I eagerly sucked his cock, taking him all the way to the back of my throat as Santa continued lapping my juices as I came all over his face. It was a long, intense orgasm as my thighs squeezed his head. I hated the fact that I couldn’t use my hands to pull his hair. When he was finished, he instructed the helpers to get me into position.
All at once, they quickly uncuffed me and flipped me onto my stomach. If I thought what we were doing was hot, I had no idea what I was in for as the night continued.
4
The table was made of moving parts and the helpers had placed me on all fours, with my ass way up in the air. Once they had me in position, they cuffed my wrists again but, this time, they left my legs free to move.
Santa made his way to the edge of the table where my head was and tipped my chin. “Tara,” he said. “I enjoyed tasting your sweetness, but now it’s time to show Santa what you’ve got.”
One of the helpers slid beneath me and placed the tip of his cock at my entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself onto it as it was difficult to accommodate his thickness. After he was completely inside me, his cock buried deep, Santa began to undo his belt. Mesmerized, my eyes watched him as he ripped it off with ease.
Whack!
His thick, leather belt came crashing down on my ass, making me yelp in excitement. Biting my lip, I could feel another tip beginning to push it’s way in my ass.
“You’ve been very naughty tonight, Tara,” Santa chuckled. “Now show me what a bad girl like you can do,” he said, dropping his pants to his ankles.
Working his thick cock out of his underwear, I gasped when I saw it. It was easily twelve inches long and at least three-and-a-half inches wide! Rigid veins protruded from it as all of his blood pulled to his cock. Opening wide, I traced my tongue around his tip as he guided it inside my mouth. Inch by painful inch, he worked it into my mouth and down my throat.
With both of my holes being fucked at the same time, it made it hard to concentrate on giving head. It got worse as two of the helpers placed their cocks in my hand while they pinched and twisted my nipples. My only breaths were between thrusts as Santa fucked my throat but, God, it felt so damn good.
A few moments later, I felt a new cock working its way into my ass. Come was oozing out of me—from both holes—as the helper below me filled me and slid out of place for a new one to enter. One by one, all of them took turns fucking me, using my body as they saw fit.
“Oh, Tara,” Santa said, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “You could suck a golfball through a water hose! But you have to stop before I come down your throat because you’re way too good at that.” Slowly, he pulled his cock out of my throat before it popped out of my mouth. “Santa couldn’t waste his load like that, now could he?”
He began to walk away and my head turned to follow his movement as he took his place behind me. For a moment, I glanced down between my legs and saw a white puddle of come pulling on top of the red cloak that covered the table. There was so much come and the sight of it turned me on even more.
His gloved hands grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as he worked his thick cock into my channel. He stretched me more than any of the helpers and, for a few seconds, I winced in pain as I took him all the way in. My pussy was already so raw, but it was so full of come that I didn’t need any extra lubrication.
Once he was all the way inside of me, he began thrusting. Fucking me as he worked his huge cock in and out of me, I could feel a slow build rising in my stomach as I drew nearer to
orgasming.
The last helper came and stood near my head, holding each side of it, and instructed me to open up. Like a good girl, I did as I was told and took his cock in my mouth as Santa continued pounding me from behind. Each thrust he delivered shoved the helper’s cock deeper down my throat. My only chance of breathing was when he was pulling back out of me before slamming back inside me.
Almost simultaneously, the helper began coming in my mouth as a low, throaty roar erupted from Santa. Quickly swallowing every drop, I pushed my hips down as Santa filled me with come. His strong hands squeezed my hips, his fingertips digging into them until he was finished pumping his load inside me.
Spent, and still a bit disoriented, the helpers started wiping me up as Santa put his suit back on. “When you’re finished cleaning Tara up, take her back by the fireplace and give her a blanket so she can be comfortable tonight,” he said to them.
The helpers carried me into a huge bathroom with a marble vanity and a garden tub. They placed me inside a warm bubble bath and began shampooing my hair and washing me off. I couldn’t believe what was happening but it felt so good because every muscle in my body ached. My thighs felt as though I’d done a hundred squats and I could feel my swollen pussy tingle as they washed me down there. When they’d finished with my bath, they worked together to dry me off and wrapped me in a plush bathrobe before carrying me back into the living room.
The fire crackled as they placed me on the couch and each of them kissed my forehead as they all said, “Goodnight, Tara. Sleep well.”
Staring at the enormous Christmas tree, the lights began to get fuzzy as I processed what had happened. Soon, I was sleeping before I knew it.
5
Waking up, I was confused as I looked around my apartment and saw that I was back home.
How did they know where I lived? How would they have even gotten in?
My cell phone buzzed on the armrest above my head so I sleepily reached for it, wondering who would be texting me. When I unlocked my phone, I saw that I had three text messages and two missed calls from Erin.
She’d been trying to get a hold of me all night. I looked at the time on my phone and it was 12:30 A.M. Confused as to the time and how I got home, I read her text messages.
The first message was her telling me that she was still trying to find a sitter. The second message told me that she’d gotten the teenager across the hall to babysit, and the last text message was her saying she’d been trying to call me but I wasn’t answering so she guessed I was asleep.
Ha! You thought I was asleep, I laughed.
I started to text her back but suddenly felt the need to go pee. Pulling the covers back, I realized that I was still wearing my gray sweatpants and matching hoodie.
How can this be?
It didn’t make any sense! How was I still wearing the clothes that I had on when Chad walked out? I walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. Taking a look at myself in the mirror, I found my disheveled ponytail and plain face. There was no makeup, my hair wasn’t done, and I looked like the usual hot mess that I always am.
“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself.
Sitting down to pee, I realized that my thighs didn’t ache and my pussy wasn’t swollen. The only thing that hurt was my back. It felt like I slept in the same position for hours.
After I flushed and washed my hands, I grabbed some ibuprofen and made myself a glass of water as I texted Erin back.
Tara: Hey, sorry I missed your calls. Hope you’re not mad at me.
Erin texted right back: No problem. It’s probably best that we didn’t go out tonight. I think my baby’s coming down with an ear infection and there’s no way a teenager would be able to deal with all the crying that I’ve listened to for the last three hours.
Three hours? Is that how long I was asleep?
Sad, I realized that my entire night had been wasted. As I slept away on the couch, I only dreamt of all the hot men desiring me and wanting me. None of it had actually happened.
I texted Erin back that I was sorry to hear that and headed into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. It was far too late to go out now. I’d have to wait another weekend—and there’s no way any night could top off the dream I had. It was too damn good.
Just as I finished eating, I heard the lock start to turn on the front door. It was Chad.
“Hey,” he said, tossing his keys on the coffee table. “Did you finally decide to wake up?”
I glared at him, pissed for ever doubting myself and for making me work like a dog to support him.
“Fuck you,” I hissed. “I thought we were broken up? Why the fuck are you back here?”
His eyebrows arched as his face turned red. “Really, Tara? Are you fucking serious?”
“Yeah, Chad, I am fucking serious. Why don’t you get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the cops and have you thrown out!”
He shook his head and scoffed at me. “I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you. I doubt you want to throw that away,” he laughed. “It’d be pretty dumb if you did.”
“No, it’d be pretty dumb for you to get arrested. Get out.”
“Tara,” he said.
“Get. Out.”
“You don’t really want me to go anywhere,” he replied.
“Get! Out!” I yelled at him. “Now!” He walked closer toward me and started to put his arms out. I threw my pillow at him and yelled again. “Get the fuck out, Chad! I’m calling the police!”
Not believing me, he continued walking toward me at a leisure pace until I reached for my phone and started unlocking it.
“You’re really going to do this?” He yelled. “Whatever, I’m gone. But just remember, nobody else is going to want your ass. You were lucky to have me.”
“No, Chad, you were lucky to have me! Goodbye!”
He grabbed his keys off the table and laughed. “Goodbye, Tara. You just wasted the last three years of your life with me. Hopefully, you’ll find someone who wants you in the next three.”
I stopped him before he could make it all the way out the door. “What makes you think it’ll take me three years to find someone new?”
“Because you work all the time, you bitch all the time, and look at you! Your ass is huge and you never fix yourself up. Good luck,” he said sarcastically.
“Ha! Joke’s on you!” I laughed. “I’ve got a date for next weekend. Good luck finding someone to support a loser like you,” I said, slamming the door shut.
Epilogue
Ready for a night out, I picked the same outfit that I wore in my dream. Erin honked the horn as she pulled up out front.
“Damn girl! Are we going to the bar or am I dropping you off to work a corner on Broadway?” She laughed.
“Nope, we’re going out and I’m going to find a few men who find me attractive.”
“A few?” She repeated.
“Yeah, you heard right. A few. Fuck Chad. I’m going out and am going to have a fantabulous time tonight. I’ll show him,” I said smiling as I thought about the dream I had when I was in the North Pole.
“More power to you. Where do you want to go?” She asked, backing out of the parking space.
“Let’s go to the Power and Lights District. I’m going to try to find a certain bar down there.”
“Any one in particular? I know a few of that I could recommend.”
“No,” I smiled. “I’ll know it when I see it. I’m going to which ever bar has a cute bartender with spiked blonde hair.”
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There are no good men, only bad ones. My past has shown this to be true and I should have learned my lesson long before now, but I thought this time would be different.
I thought he would be different.
Instead, I’m running as fast as I can, hoping to escape before he comes for me.
My name is Hannah Sullivan and this is my story.
Chapter 1
Reed
Las Vegas. The entertainment capital of the world. Sin City. No matter what you want to call it, it’s just another shit hole cesspool filled with criminals and lowlifes.
Vegas has always been a tourist paradise and standing on the world-famous Vegas Strip, I can see why. Colorful buildings and flashing lights as far as my eyes can see.
Panhandlers who call themselves street entertainers just because they’re painted silver and walk around like robots.
It’s easy to see why people are drawn to such a place, but it didn’t do anything for me. Assholes were assholes regardless of whether or not they were surrounded by a pretty backdrop.
I was there for one reason and one reason only: to make sure some of these assholes get what’s coming to them. I would never get along with the types of people that I’m monitoring, and sometimes it makes me sick to know that I have to pretend to be one of them just so I can get close enough to take them down.
Even being in the same room as these pieces of scum goes against my moral code, but I do it because it’s what I’ve been hired to do.
The work I was doing in Vegas was a lot different from anything I ever thought I’d end up doing. As soon as I turned 17, I had my mother accompany me to the Army recruiting office so I could enlist.
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