I'm not going to be writing this whole thing out because I want to make sure you want me to before I spend all the time doing it.
Main character- Jack, 14 years old, strong build.
I crept down the stairs Christmas morning at 12:02, hoping to finally catch my parents in the act, placing the presents under the tree. I reached the bottom step and tip-toed into the living room, where I started to hear a whisper. "-the fat man died 100 years ago and I'm stuck doing his dirty work, but ohhh no I don't deserve any credit do I? Nope, we just have to live in the memory of Santa Clause. Mrs Clause can go bake some retarded cookies. I-". It was then when she noticed me. She was about 20 years old, 5' 9" with a full red latex outfit and long blonde hair down to her shoulders. She had perfect makeup and very bright red lips. She was drop dead gorgeous.
"Oh great, another kid who's memory I get to wipe." She sighed. "Hold on a minute... your kind of cute." She winked at me and walked over to me. She hunched down a bit until she was face-to-face with me, and did something that shocked me.
She kissed me full on the mouth. I sweet fruit flavor filled my mouth as her tongue wrapped itself around mine. Even if I had no idea who this intruder was, I loved it, until I felt a strange sensation throughout my body. I tried to pull away, but soon realized that I couldn't move a muscle. "Let me explain." She said, grinning at me. I thought to myself- "Whats happening?!"
"My name is Samantha Clause... you may know me as Mrs. Clause." I thought to myself, "Are you serious? This has got to be a prank." Then I remembered about my whole paralysis thing and started listening again." "Santa Clause died a while ago. I took his place, and I never get any thanks. I'm sick of it, so I think I just might take you up to the North Pole as my prisoner. No one will find you and you'll never escape. Sound good to you?" My eyes widened in fear as she walked past me to a big red sack lying by the Christmas tree. "I can pull whatever inanimate object I desire out of this bag." she said. She pulled out a large roll of what seemed to be wrapping paper for presents. She started at my feet, winding her way up all the way to my neck. The wrapping paper was quite sticky. Next she took out a big roll of thick red ribbon which she tied tightly around my ankles, shins, thighs, lower chest, and lower chest. The paralysis was starting to wear off, and I could struggle a tiny bit. "We better shut you up before you start making noise again." she said. "I have something very special for this." she grinned. She pulled out two pairs of bright red panties, and before I knew what she was doing, she shoved the material in my mouth. It was very filling and started oozing out of my mouth. She took a roll of extra-adhesive white tape, tore off three strips and plastered my mouth shut. She then took another bow and wrapped it OTM over the tape, wrapping it around three times before tying it tight behind my head. I looked like a big Christmas present. She threw me over her shoulder and up the chimney we went, me MMPPPHHHing all the way up. Of course sitting on my roof was a sled with multiple reindeer. The sled had a sort of trunk compartment, and Mrs. Clause threw me in. I was dumb-struck, expecting to wake up any minute. She smiled at me and said, "We are going to have so much fun..." She slammed the trunk and off we went.
To Be Continued??