Ever since her Mum had died when she was eight years old Elizabeth had hated Christmas.

Laying there in her bed on Christmas eve, Elizabeth prayed that this year would be different. While other children looked forward to Santa's visit Elizabeth dreaded it.

It wasn't as if she was a bad girl, far from it. She always did as she was told and tried to be as good as she could but it didn't seem to make any difference when it came to Christmas eve.

Even now she could hear Santa as he climbed the stairs to her room, his heavy footsteps sounding loud on the uncarpeted wood, louder even than the party her Dad was having downstairs.

The door creaked open but Elizabeth kept her eyes closed hoping that Santa would believe her to be asleep and leave her alone but soon she felt the covers being pulled off the bed and felt the chill on her legs of the night air.

Still she pretended to be asleep, even when she felt the rough hands lifting her short nightie up to her waist and rubbing up and down her legs.

She felt the hands hook inside her panties and drag them down and off her feet before her legs were pulled painfully wide apart causing her to cry out. As she struggled her hands were held down by her sides and the man above her buried his whiskered face in her pussy.

As he fought to escape she felt his tongue and teeth as he licked and nibbled on her tiny bud of a clitoris. Still she kept her eyes tightly closed, not wanting to see what she knew she would if she dared to open them.

Soon she felt him sit up on her chest and stretch her hands up to the top of the bed where he fastened them to the headboard leaving her laying there helplessly.

"Open up for Santa," she heard him say and when she kept her mouth tightly shut she felt his hand as he smacked her painfully across the face.

Her eyes flew open at the pain only to see Santa sitting on her chest, his red trousers open and his huge cock touching her lips. Quickly she opened her mouth and the smile returned to Santa's bearded face as he began to rock backwards and forwards pulling her up by her hair as he buried his cock in her warm mouth.

Her mouth felt full as the hard cock filled it to stretching point and she could feel Santa trying to force even more inside as he face fucked her harder and harder until finally she felt his cock pulse and her mouth was filled with a salty fluid that she had to swallow to stop herself from drowning.

Santa got off her and left her tiny bedroom only to return several minutes later. Turning her onto her tummy he forced her to kneel on the bed with her face in the pillow as he started rubbing something cold on her bottom.

She shrieked as he forced his finger inside her, earning herself a hard smack on her upturned bum. The finger started moving in and out and going deeper inside her as Elizabeth knelt there sobbing quietly.

Now she felt the finger replaced by his cock and felt as if she was being split apart as Santa buried his cock deep inside her bowels. The pain slowly faded as her tiny bum gradually got used to the size of Santa's cock as it pushed in and out of her and soon she felt wetness inside her as Santa stopped moving over her.

Again Santa left the room only to return again shortly after.

Elizabeth had fallen onto her side, her arms still stretched above her and tied to the top of the bed. This time Santa turned her onto her back and pulled her legs wide apart before stuffing several pillows under her bum.

Removing his trousers Santa climbed onto the bed between her wide stretched legs and laid down bringing his hard cock up against her tiny slit. She felt him rub his cock up and down her tiny slit for a while before forcing open the lips and pushing it hard against her.

Slowly she felt him force the cock inside her as he ignored her screams. It was as if he was tearing her open with his cock as it went deeper and deeper inside her. Now she felt it moving in and out as he pulled it back and then pushed forward inside her again. After what seemed like ages she felt Santa stiffen above her and felt all wet down between her legs.

Santa was squashing her painfully with his body as he lay there on top of her when the young girl heard the door creak open and her Brother stood there wide eyed as he saw what was happening.

"Dad said to hurry up cos Uncle Ted is waiting," her Brother told Santa before disappearing back downstairs to the party.

Again and again she had Santa leave her only to reappear again and use her body in some way or another. Again and again she was forced to accept his cock as he flooded her with his cum until she passed out from exhaustion.

Elizabeth awoke in the morning sore and covered in white stuff that had dried on her. It was in her hair mouth and eyes, in her ears and across her cheeks, all over her chest and legs and it leaked from her bottom and pussy.

As she painfully crept down the stairs and into the front room her eyes went wide at the huge pile of presents that Santa had left for her again.