JINGLE BELLS

BY ECHO

Noddy Holder was belting out "It's Chriiiiistmas!" on the Supermarket loudspeakers when the little girl stopped in front of the fat old man with the white beard.

"You Father Christmas?" The girl asked.

"Could be," said the man, setting down his wire basket.

The small girl, probably about nine the man decided, glanced at the basket and saw Brussel sprouts. "Those for your reindeer?"

Said the man, "You think I'm Father Christmas, huh, kid?"

The girl said, "Not kid. My name's Lola."

"Lola." The man laughed. "L-O-L-A Lola," he half sang. "See. That was the Kinks. Years ago, but you won't know them."

The girl didn't move as the man picked his basket up. She said, "But you have got a reindeer. Rudolph."

"I got a car. Cars need horsepower, not reindeers."

"No sleigh?"

The loudspeakers started to belt out "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree."

"See. That's Brenda Lee," nodded the man.

"That's my mummy's name. Brenda Lee. I'm Lola Lee."

The old man smiled under his big white beard. "Great name, Lola Lee. Your mummy around?"

"She's getting vegetables for Christmas dinner."

The old man looked round. Lots of people but no one looking for a small girl. "Wanna see my sleigh?"

"You got one!"

"Yeah, looks like an old car. Come on." The old man with the white beard took the hand of the little girl with yellow ribbons in her pigtails.

They were miles from the supermarket and it was dark when the man stopped his car among the empty, black fields. He got out and went to the boot.

Inside Lola was lying next to a boy of about her age. She was tied up very well, not with rope like the boy had, but with wire. The man had run out of rope earlier, when he got the boy from another supermarket.

Wire was good enough for Lola. Her hands were wired to her neck, but were also covered with thick black electrical tape so she couldn't do anything about the tape gag. Which kept the girl's knickers in her mouth.

The girl's legs were wired together. She was naked from the waist down and was crying and probably had been since he tied her up in the dark corner of the supermarket car park. That was what he'd done with the boy earlier, at the place on the other side of town.

The old man grunted. "Don't cry Lola. Not now. Cry when I whip you." He lifted the girl out easily and looked down at the boy. He'd been crying too, but stopped now. He'd cry some more, when the old man got him home.

The boy was tied with rope, arms tied tightly behind him and had his legs tied so his feet were touching his bum. Shivering because he was naked. Not much heat got into the boot. Gagged with lots of electrical tape so he couldn't scream. "See you later, kid," the man said as he slammed the boot lid.

The man who lots of little kids thought was Father Christmas carried the small bundle of the scared girl into a field. The man had no idea where he was but didn't care.

"See, Lola Lee," the old man said as he lugged the child through the mud to a tree. "Don't fancy girls for what I want, but my lucky day, finding you. See, I always like whipping little girls. Cunts I call them. Heard that from your mummy and daddy?"

Lola couldn't answer. She tried to scream but no one would hear her out in this cold, dark field.

He set Lola down by the tree. "Gonna warm you up, see." He took a thin piece of cord from his pocket. Two pieces, one he tied knots in. The man took the other cord and tied Lola to the tree by her neck. As it was a thin tree and she had long pigtails, he pulled them round and used her yellow ribbons to tie her head in place. He happily whistled "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Tree."

Lola shivered and cried. She'd heard her daddy sing that song. But he'd never done this to her. Just a little fingering, when mummy wasn't around. She thought the man might do the same because he untied her legs and tied them round the tree trunk so they were apart and her legs were open.

The old man said, "Sorry I'm not Father Christmas. See, I'm the Kinks. That's why I'm taking the boy home, for fun." He rolled Lola's jumper and vest up. Her legs and hips were bare, her white cotton knickers sealed up in her mouth. The man pinched the girl's nipples hard. She screamed into her gag and he chuckled.

It began to snow, with big flakes.

Not wanting to get cold himself, he quickly whipped her with the knotted cord, aiming for her little budding tits and her belly, hitting upwards so the cord caught her tender little cunt. He wanted to hear her tortured screams and thought about taking her gag out so he could enjoy them but didn't. When he'd finished whipping the girl with thirty lashes he did take her gag out, peeled off her muddy ankle socks and stuffed them in her mouth and taped it up again. Lola's knickers he pulled over her head. They got wetter as she sobbed into them. She cried more when he slapped her face hard.

The man left the girl and went back to the car, took his beard off and drove away. Two miles down the road he found a phone box, called the police and told them where to find the girl. He took the boy home for his real fun he liked to have.

It was Christmas and pleased with himself the man whistled Jingle Bells all the way.