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Shadow Girl really hated to be working on Christmas Eve, but some criminals didn’t have the decency to take the season off, so neither could she. This string of houses had been particularly victimized in the last few weeks as someone had broken in and stolen all sorts of intended gifts.

Mostly upper middle-class people lived in this neighborhood, and most were at the local church participating in the Christmas Eve service. It had almost been canceled, but the HOTTIEs assured the residents one of them would be patrolling the area twenty-four hours a day until the twenty-sixth. Due to the nature of their powers, Shadow Girl and NiteGlow alternated the night shifts, and tonight was Shadow Girl’s night.

Since they’d started the regular patrols, no houses had been broken into and nothing reported stolen. Shadow Girl hoped the trend would continue and their presence had scared away the burglars.

Movement in a nearby house caught her eye. A Christmas tree had been bumped, and it was still trembling slightly from the impact. Shadow Girl peered in the window and saw the outline of a large man.

“Son of a bitch,” she cursed. “Of all the nights…”

In seconds, she had teleported inside the house and lightly crept towards the living room to surprise the intruder. As she sneaked closer, the tree lights allowed her a better view of the situation. Shadow Girl couldn’t believe her eyes.

It was a fat man with a long, white beard dressed in a red outfit with white cotton trim. He wasn’t stealing anything, either, he was actually taking presents out of his bag and putting them under the tree!

“Santa?” Shadow Girl unintentionally asked aloud.

The man jumped and spun, grabbing his chest. “Oh, gracious!” he exclaimed. “Child, you almost gave Old Saint Nick a heart attack!”

Still stunned, Shadow Girl stammered, “Y-Y-You’re… real?”

“Of course I’m real!” stated Santa, regaining his composure. “You jump through shadows and hang out with people who can throw buildings, but you don’t believe in Santa Claus?”

Santa was right, of course. Of all the strange phenomena she’d witnessed, surely Santa wasn’t that far-fetched. Realizing who she was in the presence of, her mouth started moving, but nothing came out.

“Here, sit down, child,” Santa gestured towards a chair.

Shadow Girl took a seat, still in shock.

Santa walked over to a nearby table and picked up the glass of milk next to the cookies that had been left out for him. He turned back towards Shadow Girl and handed her the glass. “While I don’t have a whole lot of time, but I can’t just leave you in this state, so have some milk, and let me tell you a story about the North Pole.”

Shadow Girl sipped at the milk while Santa spun an ornate tale about elves, the workshop, and lovely Mrs. Claus. Shadow Girl had to give Santa credit, he definitely knew how to put her mind at ease, as she was full of warmth and relaxation.

Santa stopped mid-sentence and looked at Shadow Girl. “Are you okay, child?” he asked.

At the question, Shadow Girl wasn’t quite sure how to answer. “I’m fine, I’m just feeling really tired for some reason. It’s probably these late nights…”

“Hmmm…” Santa replied, stroking his beard. “That’s a possibility, but more than likely, it’s the Rohypnol I put in the milk.”

“What!” exclaimed Shadow Girl as she leapt to her feet. Unfortunately, the drug was already taking affect, and a wave of dizziness rushed into her head, and she fell forward into Santa’s arms.

“Why, Santa…?” mumbled Shadow Girl.

“Are you really that stupid?” asked Santa, dragging Shadow Girl towards the kitchen. “I’m not really Santa Claus, I’m an aging cat burglar dressed in a Santa costume to fool anyone that happens to see me! Are you ten years old?”

Unable to fight “Santa’s” grip, Shadow Girl replied, “But you were putting presents under the tree, and there was no sign of forced entry…”

“Of course there were no signs of forced entry! I’m that good,” grumbled the man as he rummaged through a supply closet. “The reason I was putting presents under the tree is because I found stuff more valuable and needed more room in my sack.”

Dropping the barely-conscious heroine, the thief found several rolls of wrapping ribbon in the closet. “Not ideal, but I suppose it’ll do,” he said, getting down on one knee. “Plus, it’s festive.”

Shadow Girl wasn’t sure if the burglar was that fast, or if it was an illusion created by her dulled senses, but in seemingly no time at all, “Santa” had her arms wrapped from wrist to elbow before wrapping a few loops around her chest to secure them in place.

Dropping the limp heroine, Santa went to the bathroom and came back with a thick washcloth. He stuck the cloth in Shadow Girl’s mouth and then tied it in place with more of the ribbon.

Rolling Shadow Girl on her back, he pulled out a flick knife. “Let’s see what kind of treat you have for jolly ol’ Saint Nick,” he said, slashing the crotch of her costume. He yanked down her pantyhose, taking in the sight of the heroine’s well-trimmed pussy. Smiling, he knelt down and gave it a good sniff. “Very nice,” he said.

The burglar unbuckled his trousers and pulled out his stiffening penis. “Looks like the little fella still works,” he muttered while giving it a few strokes. He lifted Shadow Girl’s legs and fumbled his rod into her, eliciting a muffled cry.

“Hmm…” he mused as he started slowly pumping away. “I probably should’ve warmed you up a bit first.” Dismissing Shadow Girl’s pain, he kept thrusting away. Mercifully, after only a minute or two, he began grunting harder before pulling out and unloading his testicles all over her stomach.

“I guess the stamina isn’t what it used to be,” he sighed, wiping his dripping cock on Shadow Girl’s legs. “Probably just as well. I’m not sure when these folks are coming back.” He tucked himself back into his pants and refastened them.

He stood up, went into the dining room, coming back with a wooden chair. He bent down and picked Shadow Girl up, sitting her on the chair. Taking more of the ribbon, he lashed her waist to the back of the chair and each of her ankles to the front legs. Still all but out, Shadow Girl slumped forward.

“Oh, you’re going to hurt your back if you sit like that,” the burglar said. He cut off another length of ribbon and made a knot out of it and Shadow Girl’s hair, finally tying it off to the back crosspiece, pulling her head back, but keeping her back flat against the chair. “Your neck will be stiff for a few days, but it’s better than a bad back, believe me.”

The burglar went back to loading his sack, and once he filled it, he stopped by Shadow Girl, taking a few seconds to look her over. “You know,” he said, “I can’t believe I didn’t give these any attention.” He grabbed Shadow Girl’s shoulder straps and pulled them down her arms until her breasts popped out.

Taking in the sight of her full, perky breasts, he shook his head. “Boy, I wish I had more time. Tell you what, if you’re a good girl this year, maybe Santa will pay you a visit next year.

Between the rape and the humiliation, Shadow Girl began sobbing. Unmoved, the burglar just shrugged his shoulders, picked up his bag, and left. Shadow Girl tried to wrench her way free, but her senses were still dulled. Compared to this, not getting the Barbie Malibu House when she was eight was a happy holiday.

The End