CHRISTMAS DELIGHT

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

“Santa, I want…,” the little frightened child didn’t finish her statement as the man in the red coat wheeled around to her. She froze when she saw the look on his face. The hatred that was there was almost palpable.

“You want. You want.” The man spat back her. “All you fucking brats care about is what you want. Well, what about what I want?”

The little eight-year-old stood there in the snow with her bottom lip quivering. A tear gather in her right eye then ran down her cheek. The red suit swirled around and slapped against her side as the man turned and left her standing on the sidewalk. The man tipped back the flask for another swig of harsh liquor and walked to the bus station.

Jake passionately loathed kids, but this was the only job he could get for the season, and he needed the extra dough.

The train made its way through the city, and Jake got off at his stop. He swaggered into his measly apartment to sleep off his drunk. Just as his head hit the pillow, there was a knock at his door. Expecting the landlord to have him cough up the rent for the week, Jake ignored it until it became impossible to ignore.

He threw the door open when he reached it and standing in his doorway was the eight-year-old from the street. It was then that Jake took a good look at her. Of obvious African descent, the girl was lighter skinned and had a very petite figure. Her round, cute face traced her brown eyes and curly brown hair crowned her head. She looked up to Jake with tears still streaming down her face.

“I told you before, kid; I don’t care what you want. Now, go the fuck away,” Jake growled at the child.

“But I wanted…,” that was the last straw for Jake. Faster than believable, he reached out and grabbed the tyke by her thin shirt, yanking her in the room.

“This’ll teach you not to listen, you little brat,” he fumed. He tore her shabby clothes from her young frame while keeping her pinned to the floor. When she was completely disrobed, he did the same to himself. Being the pervert he was, he left on was his Santa’s coat.

The frightened child just lay there; her brown skinned buttocks, shivering from fright. When he was completely nude, save the coat, he picked her up by her brown locks and dragged her to his bedroom. He callously threw her on his iron bed.

“I’ll slit your throat if you move, bitch,” he hissed violently in her ear. She nodded, slightly. Ropes were retrieved from the closet. Her legs were tied to the bed’s foot posts while her arms were crossed behind her back and tied, wrists to elbows. Another rope hitched her neck to the iron headboard.

“You’re gonna wish you had just left well enough alone, little bitch,” Jake seethed into her ear again. His raging hard-on was pressing into the cleft of her quivering butt.

Without preamble, Jake took his fuckstick and lined it up to her hairless quim. With a vicious lunge of his hips, he impaled her on his cock, shredding her maidenhead. She screamed into the filthy mattress as he tore into her. Jake loved the sound as he continued fucking her tight pussy. As she was so tight, his climax was reached too soon for Jake and he sent his adult sperm shooting into the girl.

Without saying a word, Jake got up and walked to the bathroom for his after-fuck piss. He moseyed to the kitchen for another drink, not caring about the child he had just raped. After finishing the bottle, he was getting hard again and returned to his room. The girl was just as he had left her on his bed. Blood and semen had coated the sheets between her legs, and she was still crying.

He stroked his cock to its full length and climbed back on top of her. Using his flask, he poured some of the liquor between the brown globes of her butt. He didn’t care about lubricating her, but the liquor would make fucking her ass sting even worse. He was right.

Jake shoved his man-meat deep into her rectum, tearing her anus. Again, the girl screamed into the bedding. Jake loved hearing that sound again as his cock pumped her small asshole. The liquor had the effect on her that he wanted; it stung her torn sphincter worse than the anal rape alone. Her continued screaming helped push him over the edge once again and he came, sending more of his seed into the helpless brown girl.

“Now, that’s what Santa wants, little bitch,” he said, collapsing on the battered little girl.

With his cock was still buried between her brown globes, Jake fell into a deep sleep. The last thing that Jake heard before passing out, was a sniffle from her crying.

His dreams that night were filled with children begging for what they wanted for Christmas and he woke with the same thing on his mind. He smacked his lips, trying to get the aftertaste of the liquor out, but then a realization hit him. He was lying flat on the mattress.

He opened his eyes to find himself alone. The ropes were still tied to the frame of the bed and the others were under him where he tied her arms, but the brown girl was gone. It was as if she had vanished out from under him during the night. Scared, Jake got up and checked the apartment. No sign of the girl.

Thinking he dreamed it all, he showered and went to work. Arriving at work, he began to take the pleas of the children for presents they wanted. At noon, Jake looked up to see the brown girl from the last night standing to the side of the line of others. She smiled and winked at him. Jake rubbed his eyes and looked back at her. When he did, she was gone again.

MERRY CHRISTMAS.