Ms Justice: Santa's Sleigh Girl (Patreon)

Merry Christmas, my evil minions of super heroine peril.  Here is a little XXXmas story for you to enjoy this holiday seaon. 

Ms Justice: Santa’s Sleigh Girl

By JK Waylon

Synne City, Christmas Eve, 10:15 PM…

“Flying through the snow,

“On a one heroine patrol,

“O’er the streets I go,

“Laughing all the way!”

Ms Justice came to a stop and hovered just above the rooftops, a gentle snow falling around her. There was just a light dusting on the deserted streets below. It looked so cold, but her Object of Power did more than let her tap into the Otherworld for super powers. It kept her warm, too.

“No, that’s not good enough. ‘Patrol’ and ‘way’ don’t rhyme. What to replace them with?” Her blue masked face lit up. “Oh! I can sing, ‘Laughing all the way! Ho ho ho!’ Close enough for super heroine carols.”

The busty heroine ran red-gloved hands through wind-tossed blonde hair, pausing to frown toward the bright dome of light above the Tenderloin. She tugged up on her red thigh boots, then adjusted the wide golden belt around her tiny waist, covering the slight gap between her US flag-themed corset and blue star-spangled bikini bottoms.

“Help! Please hel — ”

She froze at that woman’s cry of distress. Baby blues dropped to scan the dark shadows below. Just a single cry, cut off sharply. Nothing else to zero in on. Was it a mugging? The Tenderloin red light district was just a couple blocks away, so maybe something more sinister?

Ms Justice pushed forward, flying slowly as she searched the night-shadowed streets and alleys below. A crime was being committed, so she had to locate it and save the day. It’s what heroines did. Then a faint feminine whimper reached her, pulling her eyes over to an especially dark alley. Flying into it, she spotted first an odd looking vehicle. It kind of looked like a minivan with the roof cut off. Just a driver’s seat behind the wheel, with the rest being cargo space. And whatever was being transported was writhing and bucking.

She dropped lower, closer, and the shapes coalesced out of the shadows. She counted eleven young women bound head and foot, gagged, and helpless. Kidnapped? And then a large man, both tall and broad, came striding up out of the darkness.

“Santa Claus?”

Ms Justice blinked. Surely she wasn’t seeing that correctly. Was Santa Claus kidnapping young women? The man had a big white beard and wore a red and white Santa suit, complete with floppy Santa hat. And instead of a bag of presents, Santa carried a struggling woman over his shoulder. The poor thing was already bound and gagged.

Too stunned to act immediately, she watched Santa toss the new girl in with the others, get behind the wheel, and drive the length of the alley and out onto the street. Ms Justice shook her head, looked up at the heavens, and snarled.

“Some dipshit thinks it’s funny to dress up like Santa on Christmas Eve to spread pain and despair by kidnapping innocent young women! I will pulverize him!”

The gorgeous blonde heroine flew up out of the alley, and over the surrounding structures. She spotted Santa cruising slowly up the street, scanning the sidewalks for vulnerable young women. The bastard! So she flew directly above him, and dropped down hard and fast under power. Aiming her stiletto-heeled feet straight at his head.

Santa looked up, cried out, and hit the brakes. Ms Justice adjusted her direction, but he threw it into reverse at the last second and she slammed down feet first into the hood. Her knees buckled, slamming up against her chest. Knocked the breath out of her, so she just rolled off the hood and to all fours as she desperately gasped for air.

Santa came at her like gang busters. He kicked her in the ribs, then kicked her in the head. Black and white flashed behind her eyes as she cried out and fell to her back on the snow covered street. Santa then stomped on her belly, curling her up around his foot.

“Oooooh,” she groaned, struggling to regain control of her wits before it was too late.

“Damn super heroines are all the naughtiest girls in the world,” Santa growled, rolling Ms Justice onto her belly. He pulled her arms back and locked them in handcuffs. He tied her ankles together, before wrapping a rope around her legs just above the knees. Then he forced a ring gag into her mouth. “There. That’s better.”

“Heey,” she cried through the ring gag. “Iiiss is woon. Eeshesh mea noww.”

“Sorry, Ms Naughty Justice, but I can’t understand a single word you are saying,” he said, then laughed. “Ho ho ho!”

“Ooh aah oww?”

“Who am I?” She nodded. “I’m Santa Pimp. Don’t you recognize me? No?”

“Reeleesh eee noh,” she demanded, becoming better at articulating her words through that damned ring gag.

“Release you? Why would I do that? Ho ho ho!”

Santa Pimp tapped her in the head, and all thoughts vanished. Ms Justice just stood there with a blank look behind her mask. He swept her up in his arms and carried the entranced heroine over to his vehicle. She was tossed in atop the others unceremoniously. Then he got behind the wheel, turned the key, and the engine only clicked. “What the hell, Ms Justice? You broke my Christmas Sleigh. It won’t start.”

His words stirred her mind. She still didn’t have the will-power to struggle against her bindings or even sit up. What kind of magic was he using? Ms Justice looked around. The vehicle was rebuilt to look like a motorized sleigh now that she thought about it. Only no presents in back, just bound and gagged young women. Then his name hit her hard.

Santa Pimp? Is he going to force us to prostitute ourselves?

Santa Pimp got out, popped the hood, and stared at the engine a few. Then he closed it, looking disgusted. When their eyes locked, he scowled. But then his face lit up.

“I know. You are super strong, so can pull my sleigh,” he said. “Ms Justice on this night so dark, won’t you pull my sleigh with your Good Heart?”

That didn’t exactly rhyme, she thought, scowling at him.

She shook her head.

“No?”

She shook her head more adamantly. Was she starting to move more freely and be able to think more clearly with him speaking to her? Then she noticed him grinning with wicked glee, grabbing his crotch.

“Then I guess it’s time to fuck you raw. Merry Christmas to me!”

She cried out, and nodded just as adamantly. “Oll uw it!”

“Oh, so you really, really do want to be my sleigh girl tonight?”

She hesitated, but nodded.

“Hallelujah! You saved Pimp Christmas, Ms J. J for jingle all the way.”

Santa Pimp pulled Ms Justice out and stood her up, legs still bound. He unbuckled and removed the ring gag, but immediately placed a ponygirl bridle with a bit gag on her, with long reins attached. And then he carried her in front of his sleigh. He tied a ten foot length of rope around her waist, and then around the bumper. Finally he tapped her forehead.

“You are mine,” he said in a faraway voice.

She felt his magic plow deep into her head. It felt like icy cold worms. Writhing. Wiggling, and quickly subjugating her will. In less than a minute Ms Justice stood there with an incredulous look on her face, not a thought at all stirring her mind.

“I repeat, you are mine,” Santa Pimp said. “My obedient sleigh girl.”

“I am yours,” she whispered around the bit in her mouth, slightly slurring her words. Then her mind woke up again, and she realized exactly her dire situation had changed. “I am your sleigh girl.”

That last line came out unbidden. Santa Pimp cut off the ropes around her knees, then off her ankles.

“Spread your feet shoulder wide.”

She obeyed without thought, without hesitation. She realized then that she was not able to disobey anything he said. She unleashed a string of curses around the bit gag.

He laughed, “Ho ho ho!”

“This is so wrong, Santa Pimp,” she whispered. “I’m a free woman. I demand you remove your unholy control over my body, over my very will.”

“I had a feeling you’d say something like that,” he laughed. “You heroines are all the same. Amazons! Ho ho ho!”

Ms Justice cried out in frustration. He just laughed in his merry, annoying way as he returned to behind the wheel and put it in neutral.

Santa Pimp took up the reins in his left hand, picked up a buggy whip in the right, and gave Ms Justice a sharp pop in the right butt cheek.

“Onward, my little blonde dancer, my slavishly obedient prancer!” he cried.

Without hesitation, with the magic writhing in her head, Ms Justice leaned into it and slowly got the vehicle rolling. She struggled, but soon had the multi-ton vehicle rolling up the street. She pulled with all her might, while in her head she screamed in helpless frustration.

After passing the last street and entering the Tenderloin, Santa Pimp pulled hard right on the reins. Ms Justice was guided into an alley. It wasn’t the darkest alley she’d ever been inside. There was a steel barrel with a fire. Three homeless men wrapped in blankets warmed their hands around it. She came to a clattering stop just short of them.

“Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, my friends.”

“It’s Santa Pimp!” The eldest homeless man cried. “I haven’t seen you in six years.”

“I come back every year, my friends. I can’t guarantee I find everyone every year,” he said.

The homeless man turned his full attention on Ms Justice, who stood there huffing and puffing. She’d never dreamed anything could exhaust her like that while in her super heroine persona.

“I see by the merry little glint in your eyes that you are more interested in my shapely sleigh girl than the tasty treats in back.”

“Is that really Ms Justice?” one of the homeless men asked. “THE Ms Justice?”

“The one and only,” Santa Pimp said. “I made her my sleigh girl. She’s doing a splendid job.” He looked her over, then winked at the homeless men. “Do you want her this holiday night? Would you like to taste her Christmas magic?”

All three nodded. Ms Justice shook her head, eyes huge.

Is he crazy? It’s all I can do to pull his stupid sleigh!

“Ho ho ho! A Merry Christmas shot of Holiday Street Justice ass for one and all.” Santa Pimp held out his hand. “Just one dollar each, please.”

Two of the homeless men handed over dollar bills, but one gave Santa Pimp a handful of coins. Then they turned lusty eyes on the super heroine.

Ms Justice groaned, closing her eyes. She knew what was coming. Santa Pimp removed the bit gag, but left the bridle buckled around her head. She was pulled back close to the sleigh and ordered to kneel. Santa Pimp waved the eldest homeless man up.

That old man didn’t need to be told what to do. He pulled out his rancid cock, which she reeled back from due to the smell. Then he grabbed her bridle with both hands, and pushed his dick into her face.

“Suck cock, Ms Justice,” Santa Pimp commanded.

The magic kicked in, wiggling in her brain. The hapless heroine gasped, eyes huge, and opened her mouth wide. The homeless man quickly thrust in deep.

“Mmmmgh.”

Ms Justice started sucking. She bobbed up and down his shaft, working her tongue, lips, and suction to best effect. The blonde heroine struggled with her predicament. She was sucking off a homeless man. At least in his seventies. He probably hadn’t had a piece of ass since the last time Santa Pimp met him. His cock swelled up fast, rock hard, and he cried out as hot cum flooded her mouth in nothing flat.

Ms Justice swallowed, and then opened her mouth for the next man. But that man dropped down behind her and yanked her star-spangled bikini bottoms to the side. Her pussy exposed, he rubbed it a moment while the third homeless man dropped down before her. He palmed the back of her head and Ms Justice went down on him.

“Mmm,” she moaned. Slurp. Slurp. “Mmmm.”

Santa Pimp laughed, “Look at her go! Ho ho ho!’

She felt the man behind her grab her flaring left hip tightly, then guide his erection to her snatch. He ran his cock up and down her butt crack a few times, before swirling in around her pussy. Finally, he forced her nether lips apart, cock plunging into her slick slit. She moaned when he pressed up against her entrance, so hard that she felt her hot, wet hole start to spread open.

“Uggh,” she grunted when the homeless man thrust hard and penetrated her tight pussy.

“Who knew you’d have spit-roasted super heroine for Christmas?” Santa Pimp cried joyfully. “Merry Christmas to one and all!”

“Mmm,” she moaned, sucking with all her heart and soul. Compelled to do so, but doing it nonetheless. “Mmm. Mmmm.”

Sluurrp!

The use. The abuse. Her subjugation and helplessness all combined to make her body respond. Her insides melted. Then her pussy started throbbing around that pumping cock. She felt every thrust profoundly, in her very bones. He pounded into her, harder and faster. Soon, every deep thrust reverberated through her body, through her soul. Ms Justice began grunting in sync with his thrusts, before her back bowed and tingling gooseflesh spread across her body.

And then he came, flooding her womb with hot seed. That pushed her over the top and the rush to climax started. Unstoppable as he continued to thrust into her, continued to ejaculate over and over, until her insides erupted.

“Aaaggggh!”

“Ms Justice gets a Merry Christmas, too!” Santa Pimp cried. “Ho ho ho!”

The last of the homeless men bowed up, pushing in to the back of her throat, and unleashed his hot, viscous cum deep down into her belly. Ms Justice moaned and groaned, sucking and swallowing every last drop. Then both homeless men pulled out and moved back to the fire.

Santa Pimp pulled her back up to her feet, where she teetered a second. Then she sucked in a deep breath, and and relaxed, while he adjusted her bikini bottoms. Body still quivering, Ms Justice moved back out to the end of the rope and waited to start pulling again.

“Dance forward, my lovely little prancer!” he cried, snapping that whip against her butt cheek twice.

Ms Justice leaned into it, and started pulling the sleigh up the alley. Heading back to the street into the Tenderloin. The city’s most decadent, depraved red light district. Soon, she spotted the first hookers.

Street people, hookers, and pushers did double-takes as she came grunting into the neon lit streets of that notorious red light district. Big smiles followed as they cheered and jeered. Ms Justice pulled the sleigh through two intersections before Santa Pimp pulled back on the reins, bringing her to a stop.

“Merry Christmas, JJ Rod!” Santa Pimp cried. “Ho ho ho, do I have a ho for you.”

The big black pimp just stood staring at Ms Justice. “Is that…?”

“It is,” Santa Pimp said. “Ms Justice has kindly agreed to be my sleigh girl tonight.”

“Can I have her for my Christmas present?”

“Ho ho ho! Why did I know you’d ask for her?” Santa Pimp laughed. “No, I need her to pull my sleigh tonight. But, my fine fellow pimp, I’ll let you fuck her. In fact, what I give you tonight will be based on how many times you can make her come.”

“Fucking great,” the pimp said, pressing up against the hapless heroine. He forced her back against the sleigh. JJ Rod pulled her star-spangled bottoms off, stuffed them in his pocket, and then pulled out his cock. “Fluff me up, Ms J.”

“Oh. Oh,” she squeaked, insides all hot and fluttery. Her snatch tingled, so hot and wet and quivering. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

She didn’t want to do it. But Santa Pimp’s magic had her so damn hot and horny. She dropped to her knees, mouth watering. The urine stench of his cock and balls called to something deep, dark, and very primal. With her wrists bound behind her back, she found the task a little more difficult. But Ms Justice leaned into his crotch and rubbed her masked face all over his cock and balls.

JJ Rod reached for her mask right away.

“Don’t,” Santa Pimp said. When he didn’t stop, but grabbed the edge of her mask. “I mean it, pimp. If you so much as tug on that mask, I’ll blast you into next year. And you won’t get to fuck her, or get a present from me ever again.”

JJ Rod scowled, but released her mask. Ms Justice relaxed, and started kissing, licking, and nuzzling his cock and balls. The pimp’s dick swelled up quickly, especially after she caught the semi-flaccid rod in her mouth and started sucking and bobbing on it.

“That’s good,” he said. “I’m ready to give you a very merry Christmas, Ms J.”

She was pulled to her red-booted feet, pushed back against the sleigh, and then he flipped her feet up to rest on his shoulders. Ms Justice looked down and watched him guide his monster-sized black cock straight into her waxed bare pussy.

“Uggggh! Shit,” she cried. “Oh, fuck me.”

“I think she likes it,” Santa Pimp laughed. “Ho ho ho, what a super ho!”

JJ Rod thrust deeper and deeper, stretching her little hole out. Hurt so good. Her head started rocking, back bowing. Ms Justice started squeaking pathetically with every long, deep thrust. Oh, she felt ever inch of him, too. Was it Santa Pimp’s magic making her enjoy it so much? Had to be.

“Ooooh, yes. Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Faster. Harder. Fuck me!”

She bucked and writhed, while the pimp wrapped both arms around her leather-sheathed legs and pounded into her with a beatific expression. She could tell he loved it as much as her. His thrusts reverberated through her body, mind, and soul. Just the best ever!

“Aaaggh!” she screamed.

Ms Justice bucked and writhed as her insides erupted, just pulsing with orgasmic Christmas Joy. And JJ Rod didn’t relent. Nope. In fact, he redoubled his efforts, slamming into her even faster, harder. His hips slapped her butt cheeks so loud they echoed up and down the street. Street people laughed and cheered, as well as continuing to jeer the vanquished masked vigilante.

And then… “Aaaaggh!”

Two thrusts more, and the pimp bowed up and cried out, as hot cum flooded her womb. Santa Pimp laughed and did a little jig next to them.

“Ho ho ho, JJ Rod made that super ho come twice!” he shouted. “That means you get two presents this not so silent night.”

JJ Rod slowly pulled out of her. Followed by a torrent of pimp and homeless man cum that slashed between his feet. He stepped back, allowing her feet to drop back down. Ms Justice continued to lean back against the sleigh, huffing and puffing, as Santa Pimp led two bound and gagged young beauties up from back. He pushed them into the pimp’s arms.

“Merry Christmas, Pimp! Ho ho ho! These two coeds belong to you!” Santa Pimp then poked each girl in the forehead. “You belong to JJ Rod now. You will eagerly and joyously obey his every command.”

Ms Justice, head spinning, now bottomless, was led out to the end of her rope again by the evil Santa. While she stood there quivering, hot and sweaty, barely a thought in her head, Santa Pimp returned to his sleigh to great fanfare from his appreciative audience. Then the instant his buggy whip snapped her butt cheek, Ms Justice’s head cleared and she knew what she had to do. Leaning into it, she quickly got the sleigh moving up that street.

Now that her bikini bottoms were gone, Santa Pimp aimed a lot more buggy whip snaps at her bare bottom. He got Ms Justice running up the street, pulling his sleigh at a good clip. While hookers and pushers were everywhere, they weren’t finding any more pimps. She pulled that sleigh up one street, then down another, until they finally found Ana-Lucia.

The Latina was a tall, sultry beauty. Formerly a streetwalker herself, she’d risen in the streets and now had two dozen girls working for her. Ms Justice scowled at her when Santa Pimp reined her to a stop next to the raven-maned beauty in a red Santa’s helper dress, complete with white fur-lining, and tall black stiletto boots.

“Ho ho ho, it’s my favorite ho!”

“What do you want, Santa Pimp?” Ana-Lucia said, not looking happy to see him. “Are you still kidnapping young women and giving them to pimps for Christmas?”

“Of course, my dear, that’s what I do,” he said. “Why so angry? I put you on the path to become who you are today by kidnapping you and giving you to JJ Rod five Christmases back.”

“Yeah. About that,” she said. “I was in law school, so I’d probably be making a lot more money as a lawyer now.”

“Ho ho ho, that’s funny,” he said. “I saw your soul, ho. You were quite promiscuous at the time, and a natural born ho. This is your true calling.” He grinned. “So, do you want a chance of getting a Christmas present from me?”

“Are they all kidnapped coeds?”

“All except my sleigh girl, Ms Justifiably Naughty here.”

“Mmm, yes. I noticed Ms J,” she purred. “Very sexy making her a ponygirl like that.”

“It makes my candy cane tingle,” he said. “This year the challenge is to see how many times a pimp can make Ms Justice come. One present for each climax. Interested?”

“Who doesn’t want to fuck Ms Justice?” she cried. “I have eyes, and an active libido. Fuck yes I want to fuck her.”

Ana-Lucia came off the sidewalk and pressed up to Ms Justice in a flash. She claimed the handcuffed blonde’s lips right away, sinking into a passionate open-mouth kiss. Ms Justice responded in equal measure, moaning and groaning as they made out. The lady pimp quickly unzipped the heroine’s red, white, and blue corset top, tossing it aside. Her delicate hands were all over the now naked heroine’s body.

While they kissed, Ana-Lucia fondled the vanquished heroine’s tits. She squeezed and caressed, before devolving into nipple torments. Mostly, she pinched and rolled Ms Justice’s sensitive buds, making her squeak and squirm.

“Mmm,” Ms Justice cried into Ana-Lucia’s mouth.

The beautiful pimp’s left hand snaked down to the heroine’s pussy, attacking her super sensitive clit right away. With fingertip and long fingernail, Ana-Lucia quickly had that clit singing. The sexiest sensations rippled through Ms Justice’s oversexed body, energizing her libido. Melting her insides to a fluttery hot mess. Just drove her wild.

Stupid Santa Pimp magic, Ms Justice thought. I can’t even put up a token resistance. My body is totally open to anything, even her.

Ana-Lucia pushed Ms Justice back against the sleigh. She forced the heroine’s right leg up and to the side, before hiking her own dress up around her waist. The beautiful Latina wasn’t wearing anything under that dress, so pressed her hot, wet pussy against Ms Justice’s cunt. Then she started rubbing and grinding. Soon, the heroine responded, grinding her sex into the lady pimp’s.

“Ho ho ho! Look at those two hoes go! Ho ho ho!”

Soft feminine grunts and gasps filled the air, until Ms Justice felt that rise to climax. Her breath caught, eyes wide.

“Yes. Please. Just like that,” the blonde beauty begged. “Just like. So close. So… Close…”

Divine bliss erupted deep within, just energized and vibrated her pussy. Her entire body began to quiver as waves of orgasmic glory washed through her, over and over. Ana-Lucia ground into her pussy harder, desperate to make her come again and again and again. But the lady pimp got swept up in the excitement, too.

“Oooooooh,” Ana-Lucia cried out, body erupting with perfect pleasure as well.

The uber sexy Latina stumbled back, barely staying atop her tall stilettos. Her knees wobbled as they both basked in the throes of orgasm. Santa Pimp laughed merrily.

“Blonde, brunette, or redhead?” Santa Pimp asked.

“Blon… You have a redhead?”

“Two, actually,” he said. “You get one present tonight. What will it be, Ana-Lucia?”

“Give me a redhead,” she said, still breathless as she pulled her bright red mini-dress back down to her upper thighs. “I don’t have a redhead working for me at the moment.”

Panting furiously, body still not recovered from that last climax, Ms Justice watched Santa Pimp lift a hot little redhead dressed like one of Santa’s elfs out of the back. He plopped her down before Ana-Lucia, and then tapped the coed’s forehead.

“You belong to this woman, Ana-Lucia,” he commanded. “You will eagerly obey her every command.”

“How long will your magic last?” the Latina pimp asked.

“About a month, but it also opens her mind to being remolded,” he said. “At the end of that month, little Steph here will be your loyal ho for life.”

Santa Pimp turned to Ms Justice. She gasped, realizing it was time to pull sleigh again. Pushing off the hood, her knees wobbled, and she fell forward to her knees. The evil Santa pressed up close, pulled out his cock, and rubbed it in her face.

“I didn’t know you were so horny for my candy cane, my dear. Please, enjoy.”

That command sent a pulse through her head. Ms Justice’s eyes unfocused for a second, but snapped back and locked on that rising erection in her face. She moaned, licked her lips, and pushed her face in to rub all over his cock and balls. Moaning and groaning with deep need, she started kissing and licking. The hapless heroine licked and sucked on his hairy nuts for a long time, before she caught his bobbing cock with her tongue. Guiding him into her mouth, Ms Justice went down on Santa Pimp like a boss.

“Mmmmmgh.”

“Someone likes cock a little too much,” Ana-Lucia said. “Or is that your magic?”

“Combination of both,” he said. “My magic just makes her obedient. All the pleasure and enthusiasm she puts into sex is all her.”

“Huh?” Ms Justice grunted.

“Don’t stop,” he commanded.

“Mmmmmgh,” she moaned, returning to bobbing up and down his shaft. “Mmmm.”

Ana-Lucia laughed, took her Christmas hooker by the hand, and walked away. Ms Justice barely noticed. Her only concern was sucking that dick. That big, beautiful dick. Santa Pimp’s dick. Her master’s dick.

“Mmmm.”

He palmed the back of her head, pushing hard. Ms Justice shifted so that she could take him all the way inside her. A moment later, Santa Pimp’s ginormous cock penetrated her throat, stretching it out as he deep-throated her.

Ms Justice moaned and groaned as he reamed her out so wickedly. Then she pulled back to bob a few times, before pulling off his cock with a lip-pop. The sexy blonde then licked her way down one side of his dick and back up the other side. She tea-bagged herself on his big hairy nuts, before giving him a big base-to-tip lick. And then she took him back down her throat again.

“Mmmm.”

Looking up, she caught and held his eyes as he continued to pound her throat. Such a look of bliss on his face. It gave her all the feels as she sucked, full red lips wrapped around his base. A big smile spread across his white-bearded face, his gaze intensified, and he placed a hand atop her head.

“With this Christmas Gift, I claim you body and soul, Ms Justice. You are now my sleigh girl forever.”

Santa Pimp came down her throat. Just flooded it with peppermint flavored cum. All she could do was kneel there and let it flow down her throat, even as the warm tingle of magic spread throughout her shapely body. Just energized her as Ms Justice’s mind went blank.

He pulled out, sighed gustily, and grinned at the panting sleigh girl. Her long blonde hair was tousled sexily, bare breasts rising and falling, all shiny with the sweat of her holiday efforts to give love and joy to the masses. The cum of the homeless men still dribbled out of her pussy.

The evil Santa returned to his sleigh, snapped his reins, and Ms Justice stood up and started pulling without hesitation or a word of protest. In her mind, she wondered what she was doing. Still a little confused after that magical happy ending down her throat.

What did he do to me? she wondered. Is he going to give me away to a pimp at the end of the night?

At least he hadn’t returned the bit gag. It was good to have her mouth free again. Yet, she couldn’t muster what it took to speak, much less to protest his treatment of her. Had to be his evil magic. Worst of all, was all the street people staring at her, reminding the heroine she only wore her mask, choker, gold belt, gloves, and thigh boots. Effectively naked before the world.

Santa Pimp proved just how evil he truly was for the next few hours, guiding her into every alley in the Tenderloin. Whenever he found homeless men, her captor forced Ms Justice to sate all of their lusts and desires. A few times so many homeless and street people gathered around the sleigh that Santa Pimp brought out the other captured girls and made them put out.

And the wicked Christmas pimp always charged a single dollar. Just to add insult on top of injury.

“Ho ho ho! What a Merry Christmas!” Santa Pimp cried as Ms Justice pulled the sleigh away from a homeless gangbang. Eight men. Just one heroine. It had gone quickly. “We have to get serious, my sexy sleigh girl. I still have so many hot girls to give away to pimps. Find me a deserving pimp, Ms Justice!”

The magic wiggled and writhed in her little brain a moment, and then she thought of the pimp that always occupied her mind front and foremost when she thought of their ilk.

Kid Rotten, she thought. My first pimp setback.

The shapely, naked super heroine pulled Santa Pimp’s sleigh to the intersection of Anita and Cox. She glanced at the Sugartime Hotel, spotting her favorite informant standing out front. Johnny did a double-take on her, and then his face lit up. What was that about? But then her eyes were pulled to the right, across the street from the infamous hooker hotel. There it was. Kid’s purple Escalade. So the wicked pimp had to be close by, and a moment later she came to a clattering stop beside him half a block up the street. His jaw dropped at the sight of her jostling tits, spectacular nude body, and the fact she was bound and forced to obey.

His crotch instantly tented.

“Fucking A alright!” Kid Rotten cried. “Santa Pimp put Ms Juggies to fucking work.” He pulled out a wad of cash. “You still charging just one dollar at shot, Santa Pimp?”

“Ho ho ho! I am!” Santa Pimp laughed. “And you should’ve seen the look on Ms Justice’s face the first time I asked for just a dollar to use her!”

Her face heated up as Kid pressed up close and started fondling her.

“She’s sticky all over, so I guess you’ve had her working for a while tonight.”

“Yes, yes, Ms Justice is giving all the homeless boys Happy Endings for Christmas.” Santa Pimp said as he came up beside them. “Allow me, my man.”

Santa Pimp waved his hand at her, from head to thigh-booted toes. She felt all of the nastiness, all of the cum, flow straight down and off her body. His magic left her body pristine again.

Why did he wait until now when he could’ve done that after each stop?

“Dayum, Santa, that’s amazing. I’d pay two dollars to fuck her now.”

The two pimps laughed. Ms Justice scowled at them, which made them laugh even more.

“No charge to pimps,” Santa Pimp said. “Enjoy a Ms Justifiably amazing tryst with my hot little sleigh girl.” He winked at Kid. “You have fifteen minutes, and then I’ll give you one girl. But if you can make Ms Justice climax more than once, then you get another girl for each additional climax.”

“Challenge accepted!”

Kid pulled Ms Justice in for a long, deep kiss. Then he shoved her back against the sleigh’s hood, stiletto-heeled feet up in the air. The tall, lanky pimp pulled out his notorious “bitch tamer” and guided it to her snatch without fanfare. Ms Justice stared down the length of her body, watching as he thrust up into her. Oh, she felt that massive cock penetrate. Felt it push in deep, deep, deep.

“Uggggh!”

“Remember the first time we fucked, Ms J?” he sneered. “I know you do, but you wiped my mind with your magic so I don’t. So every time I fuck you is like the first time.”

“It wasn’t anything special the first time, either, pimp,” she sneered. Ms Justice’s eyes closed, she bit her lip, and groaned. Oh God, that cock! Always tames my bitch!

Kid just laughed, and really started slamming into her hot, wet hole. His big hands were all in her silky hair, and then all over her large, firm tits. It felt like he touched, squeezed, and caressed every square inch of her body, and every touch made her body sing.

Ms Justice squeaked, then started writhing. He held the handcuffed beauty down, reaming out her cunt like the boss pimp he was. Her red-booted feet kicked in the air to either side of him, while her head rocked back and forth. The more she tried to deny him the pleasure of a single forced climax, the more amazing his cock felt pistoning into her pussy. Her insides melted super fast, since her body was already primed to go after so many hours of nasty street sex. Until…

“Aaaggh!” Ms Justice screamed, body erupting as orgasmic joy pulsed throughout her curves.

“That’s one,” Santa Pimp said. “You still have thirteen minutes!”

What? That only took two minutes?she thought. It felt like an hour!

Kid stopped, pulled out, and then flipped the hapless heroine onto her belly atop the sleigh’s hood. And then immediately plunged back into her still quivering pussy. She bucked and cried out, mind in erotic chaos. He laughed, swatted her shapely round butt cheeks over and over until they were as red as Santa Pimp’s suit. He fucked her until that surge to climax consumed her again.

“Aaaaggh!” she screamed. “No! Nonono! So wrong!”

“That’s two!” Santa Pimp cried. “Ho ho ho, what a skanky little Christmas ho!”

The wicked pimp in purple pulled out of her pussy. Ms Justice’s eyes widened. Her breath caught as she felt his sopping wet prick slide back across her taint to her puckered ass.

“Open that back door, baby!” Kid cried. “Daddy’s coming home!”

And he thrust into her.

“Aaiiee!”

Ms Justice bowed up, booted feet pounding the thrusting pimp in the butt. He laughed, but continued his relentless mission to make her come over and over and over. She gasped and groaned, so much pain. So much pleasure. The balance started to tip toward pleasure after a few. All the while Kid pushed a little deeper with every thrust. He would pull almost out very slowly, and then POUND in hard to force himself deeper. The busty blonde heroine could only cry out with every thrust. Her bucking and writhing did not save her from a sound ass thrashing.

Kid became more and more frantic once he was fully sheathed up her butt. Oh, she felt every long, thick inch of him gliding in and out of her now loosened up asshole. She tried to clamp down, to deny him, but it just intensified her unwanted pleasure, and his as well. Until she heard him panting, gasping, as he pounded into her like a wild man.

He’s about to come!

That thought did her in. Ms Justice realized it too late. Her body responded, and that rush to climax started. Unstoppable. Feeling too good to deny, and she felt her will to fight fading as her body surged to ultimate joy. And then she felt him coming inside her, filling her poop chute with his seed. And her insides erupted.

“Aaaggggh!”

“That’s three, and times up,” Santa Pimp cried. “Ho ho ho! What a show!”

Ms Justice collapsed atop the hood, huffing and puffing. Kid continued to thrust into her a moment longer, while his cock slowly deflated. Finally, he pulled out and wiped his nasty dick on her butt cheeks.

“What a pimp!” Santa Pimp cried. “You get three presents from me tonight. Blonde, brunette, and a redhead, because I’m feeling jolly. Ho ho ho!”

The evil Santa pulled three young coeds out of the back. He led them up to Kid, and ordered them to obey him. They were magically bound to that undeserving pimp now. Ms Justice tried to be bitter, but after that sound fucking she couldn’t muster up the anger.

“Merry Christmas, Kid Rotten!” Santa Pimp cried. “Have fun with your new Christmas cock candy.”

Santa Pimp patted the exhausted heroine’s sweet round butt as she sprawled across the hood. She realized he was becoming aroused again, so Ms Justice mustered all of her strength and slipped off the sleigh and faced her captor. It was hard to act defiant when her body still quivered from orgasmic delight, and her wrists remained locked behind her back. Yeah, he was not impressed.

“Back to work, my pretty sleigh girl,” Santa Pimp said. “My Holiday senses are tingling. I think we have one more stop.”

He climbed in behind the wheel, picked up the reins, and grabbed the buggy whip. She sighed, moved back out to the end of her rope, and leaned into it. The sleigh started rolling again. That evil Santa still stung her naked butt multiple times with the whip.

Ms Justice was guided down one street and then up another. Santa Pimp definitely had a destination in mind. It took her three turns to realize what it was, and her heart began to thunder. Party Town. Pimp Daddy’s sex industry mega-center. A ten-story former hotel and convention center turned into a palace of debauchery.

A vision of Pimp Daddy filled her head. He was the biggest, baddest, meanest pimp in the city. Practically royalty in the local sex industry. And he was fabulously rich, with more than just Party Town. He owned brothels, peep shows, hooker hotels, and strip clubs scattered throughout every red light district in the city.

Street people lined the streets and cheered Santa Pimp on the whole way. A few threw rotten fruit and other food items at the hapless super heroine sleigh girl. Ms Justice kept her head down and just pulled. She pulled that heavy sleigh all the way across the Tenderloin, to the very edge, and up to the front doors of Party Town’s high rise brothel.

The doorman and security looked surprised. They didn’t know what to do at first. Santa Pimp ignored them. He pulled out the last six captured coeds, and then released Ms Justice from the pull rope. Pimp Daddy strode out from the lobby at that time.

“Merry Christmas, Santa Pimp,” the six-foot eight African-American pimp called joyfully. “Long time no see, my old friend.”

“Ho ho ho, I’m a Santa of the Streets, my old friend,” Santa Pimp cried as they hugged. “Kind of an annual Christmas Robin Hood. I steal beautiful privileged women and give them to deserving poor pimps.”

“But this year?”

He winked at the pimp, than slanted a wicked look at Ms Justice. “This Christmas is special. I wanted to show off my hot new sleigh girl to my oldest friend.”

“I noticed. Ms Justice her own fine self,” Pimp Daddy growled. “I’d love to ride that hot little ponygirl into next year.”

“Ho ho ho! That’s what I love about you, Pimp Daddy,” Santa Pimp laughed. “You always think big!”

The evil Santa glanced at Ms Justice, waving her up. She hesitated, but his “Christmas” magic forced her to obey. The busty blonde strode up, hair and boobs jostling. She immediately struck a sassy pose. Santa Pimp ran a hand over her satiny smooth butt, and then played with her tits. Mostly, he made her perky tits bounce and jounce enticingly.

She noticed Pimp Daddy already had a monster bulge between his legs as he stared at her with dark, hungry eyes. The doorman and security all watched her with lust-filled eyes and hearts, too.

Please don’t gangbang me. Please don’t gangbang me. PLEASE don’t gangbang me!

“As you know, and have enjoyed, I usually find pimps and give them fifteen minutes to make as many girls climax as they can, and give them the girls they climax,” Santa Pimp said. “This year, I’ve had them climax my pretty little sleigh girl.” He patted her tingling pussy. “She has exceeded all expectations.”

The wicked Santa then indicated the other six girls. Four white girls — three blondes and a brunette — an Asian girl and a black girl. They stood side-by-side obediently, blank looks on their lovely faces. College age girls, looking so young and innocent. Well, except they were all dressed up in tiny, very sexy holiday colored cocktail dresses and heels. They all looked quite fuckable even to the super heroine.

This is not going to turn out well, she thought. Is there a way for Pimp Daddy to just take me and let the others go?

But the magic wasn’t allowing her to speak at the moment.

“You were always able to climax six or more girls, my friend,” Santa Pimp said. “I was always so impressed with your virility. Tonight though, you will just have to climax one girl. My sleigh girl. If you can make her climax six or more times, I’ll give you all six remaining girls as Christmas presents.”

“What about Ms Justice?”

“I’m keeping her for myself.”

Ms Justice’s breath caught. He’s what?

“How many times must I climax her before you’ll consider giving Ms Justice to me?”

“One hundred,” he said. “But that would probably kill her.”

Pimp Daddy laughed. “Yes. I think that would definitely kill her. So you are really intent on keeping her for yourself?”

“Yes! Look at her!” Santa Pimp cried. “Ho ho ho, that ho’s going to bounce on my pole for decades to come.”

Before going inside, Santa Pimp felt generous.

“Ms Justice, suck off the doorman,” the Christmas Criminal commanded. Then he looked at the other six entranced beauties. “You girls pair off with a security man and suck him off.” Then his face lit up. “All of you hum ‘Silent Night’ while sucking cock.”

Pimp Daddy burst out laughing. “Perfect!”

Ms Justice didn’t hesitate. She hurried up to the doorman, dropped to her knees, and waited for him to dig out his cock. It was almost fully erect by the time he freed it. She nuzzled his balls, licked his shaft, and got him rock hard in nothing flat. Then the sexy blonde swirled her tongue around his engorged cock head, before going down on him. And the magically bound heroine began humming that beloved Christmas song.

The heroine started the humming, but the other six joined in quickly thereafter, humming in sync with each other.

“Aw, what a magical moment,” Pimp Daddy said.

“Christmas magic is the best,” Santa Pimp said. “Christmas sex magic.”

Seven hot beauties hummed and bobbed on dicks. Mouths full. Heads empty of thoughts. They obeyed, to Christmas perfection. Ms Justice found herself moved by the sound of their humming, and then the magic continued. All seven men came in their mouths at the same time, just as the song ended.

The young beauties all sat back on their legs, tilted their heads up in unison, and opened their mouths to show those smiling men the cum pooled in their mouths. And then as one, they all swallowed their little gifts from the men.

“I love Christmas,” Santa Pimp said. “My Christmas goodies, I command you all to line up. Ms Justice in the lead. You will follow me and Pimp Daddy inside in line, prancing all the way.”

“You have something specific in mind?” Pimp Daddy asked.

“I do. I want you to take control of Ms Justice in the strip club inside, up on stage. I want you to put that gorgeous blonde through her paces, and let us all watch you make her climax over and over and over again until her pretty little brain melts.”

“I’ve always liked your style,” Pimp Daddy said, turned and strode into the brothel’s hotel lobby.

Ms Justice followed her master, who followed the city’s top pimp. Those hot chicks pranced prettily through the lobby, and then out into the former convention center. That’s where the pimp had opened up a gentlemen’s club, peep show, hooker boutiques, and even a pair of sex clubs — one regular and one BDSM.

Pimp Daddy led them straight into the Party Town Gentlemen’s Club. Ms Justice looked around with big eyes. It was HUGE. She never dreamed a strip club could be so vast. She counted ten small stages, and one large main stage. All had beautiful young women dancing on stripper poles. And there were another four naked beauties dancing on the long bar.

She couldn’t begin to count the number of patrons there. The club was far from full, maybe half full, but shouldn’t they be home with their families on Christmas Eve night?

Lonely men. Single men, she thought. Just here for some holiday comfort and joy.

Santa Pimp went straight to a table, taking the six coeds with him. Pimp Daddy grabbed Ms Justice’s arm and led her up on stage. The crowd fell silent. Men stared up at her in awe.

“That’s right my friends,” Pimp Daddy said. “This blue-masked, red-booted beauty is none other than Synne City’s beloved Ms Justice! And she’s eager to entertain us all!”

The club erupted in wild screams and cheers. Ms Justice reeled back. Not a single bit of sympathy for a heroine that risked so much for their safety and security. Those drunken horndogs just wanted to see her debased, defiled, and fucked into submission.

They are about to get that sex fantasy fulfilled.

Pimp Daddy surprised her. He pulled a key out and removed her handcuffs. Of course a pimp would carry a handcuff key. Then he grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair, yanked her head back, and claimed her lips in a long, open-mouth kiss that left her head spinning.

“Ms Justice, I command you to… DANCE!” he shouted to cheers. “Show off that spectacular Amazon body to one and all! Show us your Amazon FIRE! Show us your PASSION!”

The pimp pressed in close to whisper in her ear. “And masturbate like crazy. If you don’t make yourself come over and over, then I’ll let the audience gangbang you.”

“Yes,” she gasped out, heart thundering again. “I-I-I understand.”

“You will obey me.”

“I will obey you.”

The big pimp thrust her towards the audience. She went stumbling, heels clattering to the very edge before she regained control and stopped. Pimp Daddy moved to the very back of the stage. He stood there with his arms crossed, watching, looking so intimidating. She swallowed the lump in her throat as a fast rock song started. Then she licked her lips, still tingling from that amazing kiss.

Ms Justice stood tall, lifted her hands over her head, and averted her face from the crowd. And then she really listened to the song. It was a popular rock song with strippers. Very energetic. She started moving to the beat, the hypnotic rhythm. The hapless heroine started dancing, a sultry expression on her face, body matching the energy of the song and the appreciative audience. She whipped her long hair around, swung her well-rounded hips dramatically, and made her tits bounce and jostle. Her red-gloved hands stroked and caress her neck, tits, and hips. Her hands accentuated her salacious dance moves, meant to titillate and excite men.

Shaking her tits at the audience, she realized they’d fallen silent. Men stood and stared at her with awe, many open-mouthed. Even some of the strippers stared up at her in amazement. She felt her own excitement peak, while her insides melted into a fluttery heat. Which reminded her.

The blonde bombshell dropped to her knees, spread them wide, and snaked her right hand down to start rubbing. Oh, she felt that touch instantly. Felt it in her bones. In her very soul.

“Mmmmmgh.”

Red-gloved fingers squished loudly all over, around, and through her drenched slit. She pushed her body closer and closer super fast. Was it her very real excitement? The forced dance in the nude? The fact she was helpless to disobey? Something had her so turned on, so excited, so fucking aroused. She rubbed herself right to the brink, but couldn’t push over.

Ms Justice shifted her focus. Her hand moved above her slit. Her sensitive nub reacted by sending waves of erotic pleasure ripping, jolting through her shapely body. She rubbed her clit vigorously and…

“Aaaaggh!” Ms Justice screamed, throwing her head back and bowing her back dramatically as she continued to rub even as she reveled in the throes of climax. “Ooooooooo.”

“Don’t stop,” Pimp Daddy said just loud enough for her to hear.

The gasping, panting heroine continued to attack her clit, while her left hand came up to fondle her jostling, tingling tits. She tormented her sensitive nipples, and quickly brought herself to another amazing climax and then another quickly afterwards.

“Aaaaggh!”

The song came to an end. Ms Justice collapsed, huffing and puffing, laying back over her legs. Just seconds later, another rock song started up. Her mind locked on that beat, then her body started to move. She struggled back to her stiletto-booted feet, and again started dancing in the most suggestive, salacious manner. She whipped her long hair around at every opportunity, bent over at the waist, ass towards the audience to let them see her waxed pussy.

Ms Justice took a turn at the stripper pole. Not her first time on one, to her shame. She swung and swirled around it, trying to show her tits and pussy at every opportunity. Men cried out, laughed, and cheered. That only encouraged her to greater efforts. Until her pussy ground against the pole.

“Oooh,” she squeaked.

The blonde beauty straddled the stripper pole, pressed her cunt to it, and rubbed it up and down the pole. Oh, that felt amazing! Men howled with excitement as she humped the stripper pole. She ground her clit against the pole, sending waves of pleasure deep into her core. The heroine continued to dance, swing around the pole, and hump it until she pushed herself over the top again.

“Aaaagh! Oh yes. Yes!”

The shapely heroine released the stripper pole to strut up to the front of the stage. Men rushed up with dollar bills in hand. She wasn’t sure what to do. Normally strippers wore thongs and the men put the tips under it. In some clubs the men just tossed the tips on stage. They were not throwing money at her, so she was at a loss. So she spread her red-booted feet wide, bit her lip, and started masturbating again. The men settled down, staring up with big eyes. Just feet away from all the erotic action.

“Aaiiee!” she cried when someone grabbed her by the hair from behind.

It was Pimp Daddy. The dark lust in his eyes made her blood run cold.

“Start the timer,” the pimp growled.

He pulled her lips up into an intense kiss, before forcing her to bend over at the waist, knees locked straight. Ms Justice had to grab her ankles and hold on tight. The big black pimp’s left hand grabbed her hip tightly, while his right guided his erection to her sopping wet pussy.

“Mmmm,” she moaned when he swirled his dick all around and through her sensitive slit.

“It’s well past time to TAME THIS SUPER HEROINE BITCH!” Pimp Daddy shouted.

Thwack!

That open hand smack stung like crazy. Before her mind wrapped around the pain, the pimp penetrated and pushed in deep.

“Ugggh!”

“She felt that!” someone shouted from the audience.

Ms Justice’s baby blues rolled up, body tense, as she struggled to adjust to his length and girth. Pimp Daddy’s bitch tamer was bigger than Kid Rotten’s, and that was saying a lot. She groaned low and deep when he thrust into her, pushing so deep. She gasped when he pulled back. So intense. So overwhelming. She felt that rush to climax right away, and he pushed her over the top.

“Aaaggh!”

“One!” Santa Pimp shouted.

Pimp Daddy swatted her butt, before he reached down and grabbed her hair again. Ms Justice was jerked up straight, though still impaled on his monster cock. His free hand fondled her tits quite roughly as the audience chanted, “Tame that bitch! Tame that bitch!”

Ms Justice gasped and grunted as he pounded into her pussy like crazy. So big. So fast. So hard his hips slapped her quivering butt cheeks quite loudly. And he fucked her through her climax like that, until she was pushed over the top again.

“Aaaggh!”

“Two!”

Her mind spun. Body quivered and quaked. Baby blues rolled around. “Ooooooo.”

Pimp Daddy pulled out. Her body instantly relaxed, yet the emptiness he left behind made her whimper from the loss. But the big pimp turned her to face him, bent over to claim her lips while both hands grabbed her butt. Ms Justice found herself lifted off the floor, above his erection, and deftly impaled once more.

“Ooooooh!”

Her arms went around his neck, legs wrapping around his body, as he made her start bouncing up and down his shaft. Her head lolled around. The most amazing sensations rippled throughout her shapely, now sweat-shiny body. She felt her mind stilling, going blank. Ms Justice recognized what was happening, but she no longer had the strength of will to stop it. And then that surge to climax claimed her again.

“Aaaaggh! Oooooh, yes. Yes. YES!”

“Three,” Santa Pimp shouted. “And I think the Curse of the Amazons has taken her down.”

Pimp Daddy dropped to his knees, and then fell forward to press her back to the floor. He threw a forearm across her chest, just below her neck to hold her down, and started pounding into hot, tight snatch like a beast. Her back bowed, head rocking, as tiny animal sounds bubbled up. She thrust her hips to get him in deeper and deeper. That’s all she could think about. Always deeper.

And then her insides erupted again. “Aaaaggh!”

“Four!” Santa Pimp and half the crowd shouted.

He machine-gunned her pussy, slamming into her faster than anyone ever had before. In the throes of climax, that poor heroine’s body just trembled like a leaf as one climax faded, and was immediately replaced by another.

“Aaaaggh!”

“Five!” the crowd roared.

“Ooooooo,” she groaned, eyes huge as her long legs spread in a wide split, red-booted legs extended and tensed to the max. Her pussy clamped down like never before around his cock, and the intensity quadrupled for them both. And she came again, and again, and again.

“Aaagggh! Aaaaggh! Aaaagggh!”

“Six!” the crowd roared and cheered. “Seven! Eight!”

“Machine gun climaxes,” Santa Pimp cried. “Ho ho ho, Ms Justice is showing us her true inner ho!”

Pimp Daddy suddenly pulled out. She looked down her sweaty body, huffing and puffing, and watched milky-white cum fountain out of his dick. He ejaculated over and over, his hot, sticky seed splattering all over her from face to pussy. And the audience loved it.

The pimp stood up, while dragging the vanquished heroine to her knees before him. He rubbed his nasty dick in her face until her mind figured out what he wanted. Ms Justice wrapped a hand around his shaft, and started licking and sucking on his cock and balls. She slowly, sensuously licked the pimp’s junk completely clean before everyone’s jubilant eyes.

“Merry Fucking Christmas to me!” Pimp Daddy shouted.

“Ho ho ho!” Santa Pimp laughed, leading six hot little coeds up onto the stage. “Pimp Daddy, you have earned your Christmas Presents this year. Here they are. Six hot coeds eager to please you and your customers.” He turned to the audience. “Ms Justice is for hire. One dollar a shot. Right here on stage. Who wants to be first?”

The crowd surged up on stage. Santa Pimp and Pimp Daddy laughed as they collected the money. Ms Justice was pushed to her back, legs wide, as they ran a very excited train on her pussy. Santa Pimp made her fuck for hours. The Curse of the Amazons kept her going, kept her eager to please, begging for more, more, more.

“Sorry to you boys who didn’t get a piece of Justice Pie,” Santa Pimp called. “But the night is almost over. It’s time I take my sleigh girl and return to the North Stripper Pole, and to my main ho. Ho ho ho!”

Ms Justice looked up with glazed eyes. She remained on her back, while energized for more fun, her body and limbs were limp from exhaustion. The wicked pimp leaned over and pressed his thumb to her forehead. She felt his holiday magic flow into her, down into her shapely body. It filled every nook and cranny, flowing out to her fingers and toes. Everything tingled for a long minute, and when the erotic sensation faded she realized he’d completely restored her body, her very vitality. She felt perfectly fit and rested.

Santa Pimp pulled the heroine to her feet. She stood tall and sighed gustily. The Curse still had her, so she looked around for someone to love. Anyone to give herself to and please to perfection.

“Sleigh girl, focus on me,” he commanded. She froze, eyes locked on Santa Pimp. “Good. Heel.”

Ms Justice was led off the stage, and then out of Party Town. The streets were empty, the sky starting to brighten in the east. Christmas Day. That most holy day of the year. It occurred to her just briefly, before her focus returned to her lord and master. Santa Pimp led her straight to the sleigh, got the rope around her waist again, and sat behind the wheel.

“Onward, my sexy little prancer and cock dancer!” He picked up the buggy whip and snapped her right butt cheek. “Shake that sweet ass, babygirl! Ho ho ho!”

Ms Justice pulled like a good heroine should. She quickly got the sleigh rolling down the avenue. He guided her with the reins to the middle of the Tenderloin. The streets remained empty. Deserted. Eerily quiet, while the neon signs continued to glow and flash. The only sound the clatter of her stilettos and her panting.

Santa Pimp took her to the alley behind Cox street, right there at Anita. Ground center of debauchery. He reined her in to a stop and got out. Ms Justice was pushed back and up on the hood. He pulled out his cock and plunged in, humping her while laughing. “Ho ho ho ho ho ho!”

He banged her brains out, his magical cock sent the most amazing vibrations throughout her bucking, writhing body. He fucked her into machine gun climaxes in nothing flat, and made her climax so many times she lay at the edge of unconsciousness. But he pulled her back to do it again. And again.

Santa Pimp pulled out as the sun peaked over the horizon.

“My night is over, Ms Justice,” he said, looking pleased and satisfied. He gave her tits a rough little fondle. “You were amazing. I’m so proud of you. Amazons are the best. Anyway, I’m just a spirit of Christmas. A ghost pimp. Sun’s up, so I’m out until next year.”

He pulled her up into a deep kiss. Then he placed a hand on her forehead. “You will go to Pimp Daddy every night and obey his every desire from six at night to six in the morning until New Years day.”

“I obey.”

“Good. You are mine forever now,” he said. “Next year, at sundown, you will return here to meet me and be my sleigh girl. And we will do this every year until the end of time.”

“I am yours forever, Santa Pimp.”

He laid hands on her again and the magic flowed into her shapely body. Ms Justice looked down, and found herself back in her full costume. Feeling refreshed and ready for anything. Santa Pimp returned to his sleigh. She watched in a daze as he touched the side of his nose, and slowly faded away to nothingness.

“Oh,” Ms Justice grunted, teetered, and looked around. “What happened? Where am I?”

Baby blues scanned the alley. The sky showed it was sunrise. Early morning.

“I’m in the Tenderloin,” she whispered. “The last thing I remember was being in the Tenderloin, but that was just after ten at night. What happened to me?”

She examined her body, hair, costume. Nothing amiss. Her body felt fine. No aches or pains. Though, her boobs and sex were tingling like crazy.

“This is so weird,” she said. A smile spread across her lovely masked face. “But it’s Christmas!”

She flew up and turned toward home. Glancing back, her eyes locked on Party Town. Visions of Pimp Daddy naked, on top of her, filled her head. She had to shake her head to break that scary train of thought, and a deep dark desire to fly over there.

Maybe tonight I’ll fly by…

The End

Until next Christmas