(part 1)
Yes Virgina, there is a Santa Claus
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This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject matter or not an adult of legal age.
"Ho Ho Ho, Merrrry Christmas Everybody, MERRY CHRISTMAS! Ho Ho Ho"
It was a late Thursday afternoon and the star studded nigh had already taken possession of the sky. It was the last Thursday before Christmas too. A time of peace, happiness and good will towards all. And many a good tidings could be seen and heard from the hustle and bustle of people passing one another on the sidewalk. The vast majority of them complete strangers to one another, but with the spirit of Christmas well entrenched in their heart so as to wish everyone a robust Merry Christmas. Even the collection bucket would sing out's in thankful gratitude when coins where dropped into it's deep metal cup. And to those who were willing to give a little extra that was not echoed in a metal ring, then the rosy cheeked Santa Claus standing on the street corner with his happy ringing bell would make sure such a gift would not go unappreciated.
"Thanks you lovely lady. And you too kind Miss. Ho Ho Ho, Have a fine and Merry Christmas to the both of you!" And as the Santa continued to ring his bell of good cheer, the two young women continued on their walk down the block of glittering and dazzling store fronts eagerly waiting to assist the last minute shopper.
"Well that's our good deed for the day Heidi." "It sure has to be Katie. I only have enough money for one more gift. And lucky for me that's all I need too."
"You mean your broke after that?"
"As poor as a church mouse on Christmas eve."
"Well girlfriend, how about I buy us both a cup of hot chocolate. I think I have enough for that and a gift to boot."
"With marshmallows on top?"
"You got it! As much of the white fluffy stuff as you like. Which is definitely different from the white fluffy stuff that's coming down now."
"Oh I love the snow! Don't you Katie?"
"You bet! Especially when I can make a snow ball like this and then throw it at a dear friend like that!"
"HEY!"
And that's how it started. Two college coeds out in the city for some last minute Christmas shopping and then the next thing that happens is that they are the instigators of a snow ball fight. A joyful challenge of aim and toss that soon encompassed some twenty people or more! But the snow on the ground was still soft and fluffy and no one was getting hurt. Oh there were a few grinches who accidentally got hit with a puff of cold white stuff, and in return they gave those well armed people a good piece of their mind. But it only got them more of the same in the end. So they were soon seen hastening away moaning that Christmas was nothing but a Hum Bug!
But there was one lady who did get the brunt of it. A tall somewhat middle aged woman dressed in the height of Christmas elegance. She was walking along at a steady pace, deep in thought and paying only minor attention to the many happy frolicking people around her. Those same people who were in the mitts of creating their own little snow blizzard.
The lady was wearing a long red leather coat that kept flying open no matter how hard she tried to keep the front close with her hands in the pockets. It was Katie who saw her first, or more like the matching red leather hat on her head. A hat that begged to be knocked off by a well placed snow ball.
As the woman in the targeted red hat walked passed them, no more than ten to fifteen away, Katie let fly with her best well pack snow ball. In less than two seconds it hit the woman smack on the back of her left shoulder.
The impact caused the woman to stop dead in her tracks. But so preoccupied with her thoughts was she, that the woman didn't even notice that she was just hit with a snow ball. She thought instead that it was someone tapping her on shoulder trying to get her attention. So when she turned to see who it was that's when she got it. Right in the face with another white puff of snow, compliments of Heidi.
Of course it was an accident. Heidi, like Katie, was aiming for the red hat. But as the snow began to slide down the woman's face to reveal a wrinkled brow and tightly pursed lips, the two coeds knew the woman would never have seen it as just a simple little mishap.
The woman removed her custom fitted gloved hand from her pocket and used it to wipe a large chunk of snow from her face with one tense swipe. Then she looked dead ahead to see who was responsible. That's when three sets of eyes made contact. One, full of hot vengeful anger, and the other two awash with apprehension and a tad bit of fear.
When the woman took the first aggressive step in the coeds direction, the two girls knew they were in for it. That's when Heidi had the bright idea of yelling out, "RED HAT! RED HAT! Get the RED HAT!"
On the woman's third step she was deluged with snow balls from all around her. Her red leather coat and hat were like the center bull's eye on a target as a continuous flow of snow began to bury her right where she stood. All she could do was to huddle into herself for protection and then try to retreat away, minus her red leather hat. The same red hat that Heidi quickly picked up and ran with in the opposite direction, followed by her mischievous comrade in arms Katie.
About a half hour later both girls were sitting in a bar. Their planned hot chocolate with marshmallows had become a cup of coffee with a shot of whisky in it. They were laughing and having a good old time reminiscing about their recent snow ball fight with each trying on the red hat in mock effigy. The red hat had become their trophy, a symbol of their victory over the upper class woman who dare crossed their path.
About the same time and a few blocks away a tall slightly middle aged woman in a red leather coat walked through the front door of a very posh boutique.
"Ah, Ms. Davenport. Here are your messages and you have a departmental meeting in fifteen minu... Oh My GOSH! Are you all right Ms. Davenport?"
A pretty fair skinned young woman dressed in a light green silk blouse and a dark green leather skirt was totally taken aback by the new image of her boss that greeted her now. An image that didn't in the least match the image she saw leaving the store only an hour ago. Back then her boss looked like she always did. A very confident and elegant business woman dressed impeccably in the latest elitist fashion. Today she wore a very stylish champagne colored pant's suit that draped on her slim body with regal air. And her mid-length blonde hair was done up with tres chic style and beauty. But now she looked a total mess. She was soaked to the bone with her free flowing pants suit hugging her body in unbecoming folds and wrinkles. Her hair was dripping wet too, with most of it all matted down and snarled into knots. Even her make up which was normally light and brought out her beautiful feminine features was now smeared and runny.
"Yes Jenny. I'm all right." The tall slightly middle age woman said to her concern looking assistant as she began removing her leather gloves that were now completely soaked through and then put them in her coat pocket.
"You will have to cancel the meeting and reschedule it for tomorrow" she said while wiping her nose from a drop of melted snow that ran down it's side.
"Yes, of course Ms. Davenport. But . . . but, how . . . what happened to you Ms. Davenport?"
The tall, wet, co-owner of the boutique took her dripping leather coat off and handed it to Jenny while replying to her assistants question with a bit disgust in her voice, "Christmas Jenny, Christmas is what happened to me."
And as Jenny exchanged a handful of messages for her boss's soggy coat, Ms. Davenport turned and walk away to the elevator. Jenny could hear her boss muttering to herself in the process. Something about getting even with those two girls, before she was too far away to hear the rest of it.
Just as her boss passed through the opening doors Jenny came running up to the elevator with quick mincing steps because of her tight leather skirt and because she did not want to slip on her boss's dribbling trail left there on the floor like bread crumbs.
"Oh Ms. Davenport! You told me to remind you when you got back that you have only a day and half left before the party."
"Yes Jenny, that you Jenny." The cold wet dripping manager was trying her best not to snap back at her assistant, for she knew Jenny was only doing her job. But her current humiliating and angry condition was making it very hard for her not too. So she quickly began reading the messages that Jenny handed to her to quickly take her mind off Jenny.
"Oh, one more thing Ms. Davenport." Jenny said holding her boss's coat out in front of her so as not to get wet from the water dripping.
"Where is your red leather hat?"
And as the doors of the elevator slowly closed, the last thing Jenny saw was her boss staring at her. It was a very sober determined stare with one of her eyebrows raised in a somewhat threatening pose as if to say 'Don't push it Jenny!'.
Jenny jerked her head back in surprised. It was the first time she ever seen such a look from her boss directed solely at her and it scared her. But then she thought for a moment as to the cause of it and then wrote it off as probably nothing that she caused. Besides, Jenny liked her boss, and her job. And she thought her boss liked her and her performance in kind. So she figured her boss was having just one of those days compounded ever so much so with the lost of her favorite red hat.
Then Jenny went back to her duties as the assistant manager of this wonderful boutique. That is after she called maintenance to clean up the polished marble floor from all the water that her bossed dripped over it. And, after sending out her boss's sopping wet leather coat and gloves to be dry cleaned. Jenny was quite the efficient and conscientious assistant. And one day she had hopes of taking over Ms. Davenport's position in managing the most exclusive and prestigious boutiques in the entire city, "Madame Rouso's Boutique".
Ms. Davenport took the elevator to the 4th floor were her private residence was. It was just an apartment she used when she had to stay in the city for business or for some special event. She continued to look through the messages as the elevator doors opened and as she walked out into the hallway and to the door of her abode. The vast majority of her messages came from the same person. Something that caused her to sigh heavily.
As she entered her apartment she yelled out, "It's just me Auntie!" and then she started to remove her expensive leather pumps that now squished when she walked in them.
"Oh Judith, I didn't know you were coming back so... Oh my goodness!" An old silver haired woman came walking slowly around the corner and into the foyer of the apartment. She was wearing a long fluffy housecoat and a matching pair of slippers. She looked like she was ready for a relaxing night just before going to bed.
"I know, I know. Not to worry Auntie. I'm quite all right. Just a bit wet that's all. Haaa CHUUU!"
"Oh course you are my dear. And on the verge of catching your death of cold too I might add. So hurry up now and get out of those wet clothes and take a nice hot shower. I'll have Fife make you some hot soup in the mean time."
"No, no soup Auntie. But maybe a hot cup of coffee would be nice. I still have a lot of work to do today. And, . . . are you all right Auntie? It seems to be a bit early for you to turn in." Judith was surprised with her Aunt Margaret's retired condition. It was now her turn to show concern for her dear Aunt. A role that was becoming more and more a dominant part in her life now. And one she loved doing in gratitude for everything her Aunt did for her when she was much younger.
When she was just a kid her parents were no where to be found. They were either doing drugs, far out of town, or in the state's prison facilities. It was a path that she too was well on her way in following if it wasn't for her Aunt Margaret. She took her in when no one else wanted a rebellious young teenager and trouble maker to boot. And once she was in her Aunt's care, her Aunt set her on the straight and narrow all right and quick like. It wasn't an easy task to say the least, but her Aunt persisted and never gave up on her. Now it was her turn to be there for her Aunt when she needed it, and to never give up on her. Which was another reason for having an apartment in the city. It allowed her Aunt to live out her life in an active community with a great variety of places to go, people to see and things to do, all be it she seldom explored them any more.
"Now don't you go and worry about me girl! I was just feeling a little tired and my arthritis was acting up that's all. Now you get your wet self in that shower this minute and I'll get Fife to make you something to warm your insides up when you get out. Now scoot!"
Judith simply rolled her eyes and headed for her bedroom. She knew arguing with her Aunt was a useless cause. She also knew that her Aunt was right too, as the second sneeze came out in full force just as she stepped into her big bedroom. She quickly placed her messages and jewelry on her vanity and headed for her bathroom.
It was a very stylist room with a high tray ceiling, expressive wall paper and a soft marbled tiled floor that made the whole room feel warm and elegant. In one corner was a large soothing whirlpool bath and in the adjacent corner an equally relaxing large shower stall. Judith played a major role in the entire room's design as well as it's decoration, of which, she was very proud of her custom made shower fixture the most.
Judith had most of her clothes off by now as they laid haphazardly in many piles on the floor leading up to the shower. She then grabbed the large brass vertical handle of the wide glass door, pulled it open and reached in to turn the water on. The valve was more like a push button than a lever, which was exactly the way she designed it. It was far more creative this way, mixing art and functionality, which by the way was a hobby with her. Thus she found it immensely satisfying that in order to turn on the water she had to push the remaining part of the brass colored dildoe all the way up into the girl's pussy until it started to vibrate. For it was the feedback from feeling the strong vibration that brought the biggest smile to Judith's face. It let her know that the system was working just fine and the flow of water was well on it's way. It also signaled the girl, the recipient of having said dildoe forced deep up inside of her, to begin using her well trained vagina muscles to hold on to the dildoe for however long Judith demanded it so.
By now Judith was completely naked and desperately in need of that hot shower as a cold chill caused her to shiver uncontrollably. But before she took that eager step inside, she felt the water for temperature. No point adding freezing water to a body all ready covered in goose bumps.
The gentle falling water was as she suspected, cold! So she immediately grabbed the girl's left rubber clad breast, squeezed it hard and twisted it counter clockwise for more hot water. The more she twisted the soft well endowed orb the more hot water came flooding forth. And when the water had reached a temperature that Judith though adequate, she jumped right in to it's welcoming hot embrace.
Immediately the cold chill was washed from her body and the heat of the water warmed her body from head to foot. It wasn't long before she had become accustomed to the first level of hot water when she wanted more. So again she grabbed the girl's projecting breast, with the noticeably erect nipple, and twisted it in the direction for more soothing warmth. She watched with growing pleasure as her well manicured red nails dug deep into the subtle black covered flesh without a single worry of cutting into the thin rubber based membrane that formed itself like a second skin around the girl's proud breast.
Judith was very pleased with this latest method of regulating the water temperature. It was very responsive, and very interactive. She always thought that taking a shower should be a fun and pleasurable experience, other than just getting clean. She did try other "interactive" methods, but they all left her longing for something better. For example, there was the four inch diameter brass rings that hung from the pierced base of each of the girl's nipples. In order to get more or less water, all she had to do was to pull down on the ring for more and pull up on the ring for less. This technique met with her criteria and all, especially when she heard the muffled squeal of the girl when she pulled on her tethered nipples a bit too vigorously. But Judith didn't care for how it left the rest of the girls breasts inattentive. And when she did try to "play" with the girls breasts and nipples, which she enjoyed doing as much as some people liked singing in the shower, it always seemed to change the temperature of the water somehow. Which was definitely not a good thing.
Then she tried a mock analogy of a spoke wheel handle like on those old fashion white bath fixtures. She had a band of metal surrounding each breast in the middle, squeezing them until the girl's breast ballooned out in front and behind it. Then she had several short fat spokes about the size of her thumb projecting out from this ring all around the girl's breasts. It was now a simple act to turn the spoke wheel, or handle, to the left or right from it's resting position for more or less desired water. It was very efficient and all, but it again lacked the ability for her to satisfactory play with the girl's rubber clad breasts. The ballooned out flesh made the poor girl's nipples practically disappear. And her soft breast meat was so firm and tight that they felt more like bowling balls than anything feminine and human. So this method too was rejected.
But now with this new methodology, it met with Judith's complete satisfaction. The girl's rubber coated breasts were there in full view now and completely unencumbered. Even her nipples were left unobstructed and well define by the pliant membrane coating it. And having to firmly grasp and twist the breast for the desire water temperature meant there would be no more accidents with sudden water changes either. Judith could play with the smooth black tactile fullness of the girl's proud femininity to her hearts content. She then made a mental note to herself to put something extra in the Christmas stockings of her inventive staff for bringing her creative fantasy into enjoyable reality, just like they did with the rest of her shower fixture.
That's how it all worked. When Judith had an interesting idea she would present it to her staff of gifted doctors and engineers and they would work their educated magic into bringing it to fruit. Of course there was the time consuming development stage where she and her staff would have to try a little of this and do some of that to make the overall concept work in practicality. But often times that was the best part. Well, maybe not for all concern, like for instance the girl being transformed at the time. But then again once a girl agreed to take part in one of Judith's fantasy ideas the ability to change her mind was basically null and void after that, just like Ginger here.
When an opening was made available for a special project, Ginger couldn't volunteer fast enough, as did the vast majority of the girls in the "Humans as Resource Department". Judith let a rumor spread that it was much better doing a short stink as a subject in one of her experiments then fulfilling a much longer period of indenture servitude as a generic work unit of the HRD. This way she gave the illusion that the girls had a choice with regards to their fate in life while at the same time always having a willing supply of girls to pick from. And when Ginger, who was known only as number 62 back in the HRD, found out that her physical form met with the posted requirements she immediately took the bait. It was only when she learned the details of Judith's twisted mind that Ginger tried to back out of the deal. But by then she was well on her way to becoming another living breathing object of Ms. Davenport's evil desires. Or in this case, a shower fixture.