The power of a Christmas wish is one unlike any other – this is something very few people know about (at least until someone around them has a wish come true. Some wish for fame and fortune (Think Justin Bieber (What, you thought he got famous of his own accord? Pfft)), good health, good looks, others simply for that one special gift. Some wishes are enough to provide happiness for one person, but others….. Well some wishes change lives.
This is the story of one such wish, made by a young girl named Abby who wished her wish with all her might.
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It's Christmas eve and Abby's older sister Jessie is being – shall we say – disagreeable again. She does this every year – at least lately. Abby and Jess were adopted by the Millers a few years ago, after spending a year in the foster system (their parents had both died in a car crash on the way home from a Christmas party, and there was no other family to take the girls). Ever since that last Christmas with their parents, Jess had been nothing but miserable every year.
This year, Abby hoped to change that. Her Christmas wish was for Jess to be taught to be thankful for what she has, and to be nice for once and be part of the family on Christmas.
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Jess wakes in the middle of the night to find her door ever so slightly ajar – she thought she closed it. The room is dark, but something seems different, odd, though she can't tell what it is. Light. 'Why isn't the moonlight shining through the window?' she thinks, glancing over to where it should be, only to find cold-looking concrete. 'Where am I?' is her first question, though only asking herself, in her head, simultaneously realizing that she was bound to a mattress, and naked, with her legs spread wide open. She starts to struggle and scream, and for a few minutes, nobody comes, until a brute of a man shoves the door open and tells her to pipe down – insinuating that she knows the stakes here, pointing to the corner of the windowless room. She glances over, to see a small figure, chained to a bed in the corner – though not naked as she is.
The man leaves, shutting the door behind him, then, suddenly, time stands still. Nothing moves in the room but her. She starts to call out.
"Where am I? What's going on?"
A voice sounds, but not from anyone in the room, it's almost like a loudspeaker or a PA system. The voice almost sounds familiar, but she can't seem to place it.
It says "You know where you are, and I think you know why you're here – you just need to think hard, and you should find all the information you need."
She does think about it, only for a moment, though, and all forms of reality come crashing at her. She's in her 'room' – one of several more just like it, all in rows, deep down in somebody's basement. Not just somebody – her 'parents.' She and Abby had been adopted, but not by the Millers. They'd been adopted by monsters. The Smiths were a well-known, well-to-do family in the area, though nobody knew about the skeletons in their closet – they kept a thriving sexual slavery and prostitution ring underground – literally.
The room now alight from this dream, or whatever it is, she glances over to the corner again, to see that the small figure is in fact her sister. Thinking more, she realizes that the 'stakes' are that if she doesn't do as she's supposed to do, she'll be disposed of (in some way or another) as useless, and her sister will take her place.
"Please, I'm sorry…. Put me back" she shouts, to the unknown voice, which responds "Not yet. You haven't yet fully learned your lesson. When you've learned it, you can go home. Until then, you're here – but beware, this is not just any dream, you can't wake yourself up, and you can absolutely be hurt here. You will feel everything as if it's actually happening to you. So lay back, experience, enjoy, whatever you want to do – keep your hands and feet inside the moving vehicle at all times --- oops, wrong speech. Good luck!" there's a chuckle and then a flicker – almost like a light going dead, and the room is back to normal, exactly as before, except now there's another burly man coming through the door. This one is different…… And erm…… wearing a bathrobe. The lights go on in the room, as if on cue as the man starts to untie the knot on the front of the robe, revealing a hard – and seemingly giant – manhood underneath.
She screams and struggles again, but there is a shock from beneath her, as if to remind her that she needs to 'behave.' She glances over at her sister, cowering in the corner, while the man walks toward her naked body.
He climbs on top of her and starts to brutally rape her. Every sound she makes and any movement trigger the shock to the small of her back again. Eventually, she just gives up on it all, laying there whimpering as the man takes her over and over again, raping her both with his massive cock, and with his words, growled into her ear about how much he loves being inside her, and how much he wants to fuck her sister too.
At one point, she's given an opportunity to see exactly how depraved these people can all be. The burly man on top of her tells her sister to come closer, and subsequently, enough chain is fed out of the wall to allow her room to do so. He makes her kneel beside the bed and watch Jess get violated.
Tears start trickling down Jess's face when she sees the broken, damaged look in her sister's face. They may not be penetrating her, but she's still been a victim here of who knows how much. Bruises, scratches, scars and burns taint her creamy white skin (just as they do her own), and her eyes look teary, though dull, both girls showing evidence of years of abuse at the hands of their 'parents' and anyone that pays to do such terrible things to them
When he starts raping her again, she realizes he's wearing a cock ring – and apparently has incredible stamina – and fears it will never stop. Eventually, it does, and she's left alone for a few minutes, sobbing, trying to apologise to her sister for what's happening, before the next man comes in.
Jess loses track of how many times she is raped that night, each event blurring into the next, the same as each man just leaves and is seemingly seamlessly replaced by the next. Screams are abounds as she is raped, and both she and her sister are beaten and burned – tortured all night long – perhaps all day long, it's hard to tell.
They're both given scraps to eat, some water, and are occasionally let loose to relieve themselves, though not nearly as often as is necessary. Sometimes they are forced to hold it in hours on end, or urinate on themselves.
The same goes on for what seems like weeks, even months. Some men more perverse than others – some raped her with objects, some tortured more than others, a few even made her and her sister make out. Made her sick, how disgusting these people could be.
All the while, she was repeatedly threatened with her sister's wellbeing, told that if she wasn't useful to them anymore, they'd toss her out to the dogs (and told stories of girls who had received such a punishment in years past)….. and reminded that no matter what she did, as soon as her sister turned 18, she'd be suffering the same fate, regardless.
This 'dream' seemed to now go on for years, each day blending into the next, the weeks and months the same…. She'd forgotten it even was a dream. Now, there were no Millers, that was a life that never existed – as far as she could tell, maybe that was even the dream.
The only days that stood out from the rest were special, perverted 'holidays' where she'd either be raped more frequently, or in a more perverse way than any other day (sometimes both). 'Merry Rapemas, everyone!' is what they would say.
Each year, on Rapemas, they would have a "Family Gathering" since Jess and Abby were the only two girls who were 'related' in any way to the Smiths (having been adopted – the rest of the girls were just kidnapped, etc.)….. Which was when they would come in and have their fun with the two girls, amongst other 'members of the family' (people who paid extensive amounts of money for the privilege of being there….. Frequent Flyers I guess you could say, as well)….. Abby was never touched sexually, or penetrated – that was their only rule, everything else was fair game.
A few more years went by, and they were notified of another special day: it was Abby's 18th birthday. Jess begged and pleaded for them to spare her sister, but it was to no avail. They were bound side-by-side and repeatedly raped. Jess was raw, by the end of the day…. Her formerly-tiny hole had seen countless cocks, even vegetables…. And at one point, a toilet brush. She imagined that the whole world could hear her screams, she shouted and yelled and screamed until her throat went raw and her voice gave out.
All day, nonstop they were both violated, physically, mentally and emotionally…. Made to make out with each other, and even assist in one another's abuse, until they were both left in a sobbing, cum-covered heap, cuddling each other for warmth and comfort.
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She woke right then, screaming and crying…. In the middle of the night, between Dec 24 and 25th. Her sister came running into the room, followed shortly by the Millers – their parents, asking what was wrong. She told them she'd had a terrible dream and was so sorry for everything she'd done. She thanked them all profusely for being a part of her life, and thanked the Millers again and again for having the kindness to adopt them both – because who knows what would have happened otherwise.
They told her everything would be okay, that it was just a dream, whatever the dream was…… and she cuddled her sister, holding her tightly to her, until they both fell asleep again.
She dreamt briefly of the voice again, and this time told it that she had learned her lesson, and would never be such a bitch for the holidays again. The voice reminded her that it could happen again, any time, and to keep that in mind, lest she dream of that place again. The voice seemed to get closer and closer, now though, until a figure appeared in the room….. She knew now why the voice sounded familiar, as he grinned at her with big rosy-red cheeks, then turned with a chuckle and walked away, saying these words:
"Merry Rapemas to All, and to all a good night!!" and just then she caught a glimpse out her window of a sleigh being pulled by nine reindeer….. only they didn't look like reindeer…. They looked like…… naked, bound women.
She woke again to the sound of her sister yelling that Santa had been there, that it was Christmas morning! She shook the thought of the jolly old man from her head as she ran downstairs with her sister and started opening presents. After everything was opened, they were all laughing jovially and telling stories, drinking hot chocolate, when her sister noticed that there was one more box, under the tree – labelled with Jess' name. She took this one to her room…. opened it up and inside were three things: a single chain link, with her name engraved on it…… a clean toilet brush (though it had a single spot of dried blood on it…) and a note, saying "Don't forget….. I'll be watching."
