How I Became Mrs Claus — a Dark Christmas Tale

Santa was so alone with all the tiny elves, so it was time for him to take a bride. A Christmas story in the old style with a dark edge. A lovely Christmas waltz in the background to a sinister tale

**How I Became Mrs. Claus — a Dark Christmas Tale:**
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Gather round, and let me tell you a story… Yes, it’s a Christmas story, but it’s not all candy canes and sugarplums. This is the story of how I became Mrs. Claus.

First you must remember, Santa is not a man, he is an enormous elf with magical powers. He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad…or good… so be good for goodness sake.

Santa had been alone with his little helpers, the tiny workshop elves, for so long. The girl elves were too small… Santa is a big man in every way. So Santa needed to take a bride.

He was making a list, and checking it twice… He knew… he KNEW who was naughty, and who was nice. And I was on a very special naughty list. He knew the kinds of toys I wanted for Christmas, the ones that took batteries… the ones that had remote controls… the ones that were sooo nice the way they made me naughty.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow shone in my window on Christmas Eve… I was in my soft nighty snug in my bed, when I heard such a clatter! Then… I heard HIM. The large footsteps of a man in my living room… I should have run… I should have hidden… but instead I peeked in the room, watching him unload his bag of tethers and toys.

He silently turned and looked at me, and then, that magical creature put his finger to the side of his nose and give a nod… and I froze. He stepped towards me, and with a sinister chuckle said he knew what Santa was getting for Christmas.

Suddenly I was in his bag, and being dragged to the sleigh. We flew through the night, me snug in his bag… and when he pulled me out I was in his lair, fur, and leather everywhere.

I had changed in the magical bag… I was dressed like Mrs. Claus with the hat and the glasses and a long dress only with such plunging neck, my breasts on display like large Christmas globes. Santa pulled me onto his lap and said it was time for his milk and cookies. I struggled as he pulled down my dress and suckled my breasts… and as he twinkled his magic I felt milk flow from my breast… with his fingers he squeezed and pulled and filled a glass and set it by his cookies.

He said he loved a woman who could make him cookies and milk, but that it was time for the Christmas sausage. I wanted to fight, but he held me so tight… a red ball like Rudolphs nose was tied to my mouth, soon I was bound on the bed trussed like a Christmas goose, only the gander was behind me, ready to stuff his bird

And into my chimney he went! Thrusting and grunting until he was spent! Then came the elves, one after another, until I was basted like the goose…

Finally he untied me and dressed me in flannel… He pulled me to bed, claiming me… his bride… Mrs Claus

And as I shook and shuddered he told me that while Christmas cums but once a year everywhere else… every day is Christmas here at the North Pole…

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