It was the night before Christmas and Jim was placing the last ornament on the tree, a glass of egg nog in his hand. Sitting on the couch, Tina was finishing wrapping the last of her presents. The couple was young and unattached, fibbing to their respective families about a holiday vacation, just so they could enjoy a quiet Christmas alone.

At last, things were set and Jim joined Tina by the fireplace, her head snuggling into Jim’s chest, cushioned by his wool sweater. Jim wrapped his hands around his wife’s shoulders and smelled her cropped, auburn hair. His fingers delicately fiddled with her bra straps through her blouse.

“Feel like unwrapping the presents tonight, or should we wait till morning?” he asked, suggestively.

Before Tina could answer, a knock came from the front door.

“Who do you think that could be?” asked Tina.

“No clue,” Jim said, getting up with a grimace. “Maybe a group of carolers?”

“Or maybe just Santa Claus?” Tina said, rolling her eyes.

Turns out they were both right, and yet still managed to be surprised.

Jim opened the door to find a raven-haired woman in a baggy Santa Claus outfit minus the beard. She carried an empty sack over her shoulder and met the couple in the doorway with twinkling green eyes.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” she exclaimed with a smile. “Is everyone feeling holly and jolly this evening?”

“Oh, Merry Christmas,” Jim replied. “I don’t mean to be a grinch, but we’re pretty settled in for the night…”

“Oh, I won’t be long,” said the woman as Tina appeared at the door. “Just a few quick carols and then I’ll be out of your hair. I’m just trying to spread my share of Christmas cheer.”

Tina huffed from the other side of the door.

“Fine, just a quick carol and you can have a cookie. Alright?”

The woman smiled with her teeth at Tina, her eyes fiery.

“Appreciate your patience, dear,” she said. The woman reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver tuning whistle.

“Just a moment, I have to make sure I’m in tune.”

She brought the silver cylinder to her candy-red lips and blew into it. A strange note filled the air making the couple wince. Something about the shrill, yet oddly musical, sound was hard to identify. Like there was an unnatural pitch that kept getting higher and higher the more they listened. The woman looked up as Jim and Tina’s eyes started to lose focus, their thoughts fixated on the strange sound tickling their ears.

The woman took her whistle out of her mouth and smiled at her dazed audience. She held the silver trinket up and waved it back and forth like a symphony conductor’s wand as she began to sing.

“God rest ye horny lovebirds,

Watch my whistle sway,

Remember you can trust in me,

And listen to what I say,

You may call me Mistress Miraja,

I call and you obey,

Let my words give you comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy

My words will give you comfort and joy…”

Tina frowned. She didn’t think those were the words to the song, but it was hard to think when her eyes were swinging back and forth, following the pretty silver whistle. Jim didn’t seem disturbed by the change of words, either. He was swaying back and forth with the whistle, a soft smile on his face.

Miraja hummed through the tune again, her whistle dancing closer and closer to their eyes. Her voice was so pretty, neither partner thought to question as the strange woman stepped into their home, coaxing them into the living room. Her song echoed through their heads, crowding out any objections.

Miraja maneuvered them in front of the couch and continued to hum and sway to her modified carol, her whistle inching closer and closer to the couple’s faces.

Then, with a light tap, she touched the tip of her whistle to Jim and Tina’s foreheads. Their eyes blinked and then opened wide, unseeing, as they sat down placidly on the couch.

“Good! Aren’t we feeling much more relaxed and cozy now that we’re out of the cold?” Miraja asked.

“Y-yesss…” the couple droned in unison.

Miraja slipped the whistle back in her pocket and brought out a large, swirly candy cane. She held it under Jim and Tina’s noses, letting them breathe in the rich, sugary scent. They could feel a warm glow spread through their chest and into their heads the more they sniffed the delicious candy cane. They began to smile and followed the stick of candy around with their heads like it was the most addictive drug in the world.

Miraja smiled wider and cleared her throat.

“Watch my candy cane..

Swaying left and right…

Soon you’ll be so lost…

In my spell tonight…”

Which each swing of the candy cane, Jim could swear he saw another button on Miraja’s jacket go undone. He would have been nervous, but Tina seemed to be too distracted by the pretty, yummy candy cane, so Jim just followed along, letting Miraja’s wonderful voice soothe his mind.

“Thoughts are slowing down…

Eyes are brimming bright…

Having fun when you drop for me

And have a sexy time tonight!”

The jacket flew open and revealing Miraja’s miraculous tits clad in a lacy red bra with silver bells dangling from the cups. She hooked the candy cane under the middle of the bra and hefted up her bust in time with her song.

“Oh, jiggle boobs,

Jiggle boobs,

Jiggle all the way!

Of what fun it is to slide

Under Miraja’s sway…everyone!”

Jim and Tina began mumbling along with Miraja’s lewd song as she bounced up and down on her heels, letting her incredible tits dance in front of them.

“Jiggle boobs,

Jiggle boobs,

So easy to obey,

So dumb and horny,

Entranced till morning,

As we give our thoughts away!”

Miraja clapped her hands together as the couple stared mindlessly into space, completely bewitched.

“Oh, what smart little helpers you are!” Jim and Tina smiled at the compliment. “I think you two deserve a treat. Who wants one of my special candy canes?”

Jim and Tina’s hands shot up in the air like eager little kids. Miraja reached into her sack and handed out two large, thick shafts of red and white candy. The couple instantly popped them into their mouths and began slurping and sucking. Miraja stalked to the other side of the couch and draped her arms around their shoulders.

“That’s my good little helpers. Just so happy to suck away my special candy. I bet it makes you feel good. Sucking on that sweet, delicious stick. The more you suck, the more you can feel your thoughts melting away, yes?”

“mm-HMM-mmm-mmm!” The couple hummed their agreement, their lips wrapped around the rods of sugar.

“Good! The more you suck, the happier you feel. The hornier you feel. The dumber you get. Just keep sucking away as Santy tidies up your Christmas tree for you.”

The couple eagerly obeyed, losing themselves in the delicious peppermint swirls of red and white, not a singe care in their heads. Miraja gingerly walked around the tree, scooping up every present she could and stuffing it into her sack. Then she helped herself to the fine silverware in the kitchen, the gold plated candelabras, and Tina’s drawer full of expensive jewelry. Anything the sexy Santa could get her hands on went into her sack and then another until she had filled up at least five sacks full of valuable goods from the young couple’s house.

Jim and Tina were in no position to resist as they fixated on the thick candy canes going in and out of their hungry mouths. The sweet, sugary taste fizzled in their brains turning their minds to candy-coated foam.

Finally, Miraja stood in front of her two suckers, and jiggled her tits, the bells on her bra capturing their attention.

“Very good. I want to tell you a little secret. Are you ready?”

The couple leaned forward, their eyes wide with wonder as they continued to suck on their candy canes.

“The secret is you are actually my special helpers this Christmas eve! Don’t you feel so compelled to help your sexy Santa take care of all her duties?”

Jim and Tina both nodded enthusiastically, their minds lost in a holiday haze.

“Good! Then why don’t you loyal Christmas elves help Santa load up her sleigh?”

Without a single question, Jim and Tina hopped to their feet, marching over to the sacks filled with their own possessions and happily followed their sexy Santa out to the unmarked van parked on the curb. They happily tossed the bags into the back and then wandered back inside as Miraja watched them, helping herself to Jim’s stash of egg nog.

“There we go, all loaded up. What helpful little elves for Santa!” Miraja smiled. The couple smiled back, their eyes still glazed, glowing with peppermint swirls.

“I’m afraid I have to go, now. So many houses. So many susceptible young couples. So little time. But before I leave…”

Miraga held up a spring of mistletoe, its red berries swinging back and forth like festive ornaments.

“How about one last Christmas carol?”

The couple’s eyes lit up, and they bobbed their heads up and down eagerly.

“Okay, but before we begin, let’s get rid of those ugly sweaters. In fact, why don’t we just get rid of all our clothes together. Santa’s little helpers should always be naked and exposed for their boss!”

That made total sense to the couple’s candy-addled brains and they waste no time ripping off their clothes. Miraja watched them as they stood before her, Tim’s muscular physique glistening in the firelight while Tina swayed in place, her heavy tits swinging back and forth.

“Now, how about everybody’s favorite, Rudolf the stiff-dicked reindeer?”

She reached into her bag and took out her tuning whistle, blowing on it with her cherry red lips. The two newlyweds instantly focused on the silver whistle.

“Rudolph, the stiff-dicked reindeer…”

She reached down and bounced Tim’s package in her hand, his cock quickly pumping up.

“Had a very sexy wife…

And if you ever fucked her,

She’d be the best lay of your life…”

Jim turned to Tina, his eyes ravenous with lust. Miraja slinked next to Tina, directing her gaze down to her reindeer husband’s glowing red cock.

“All of the female reindeer…” she cooed in Tina’s ear.

“Used to laugh and call him limp,

They never let poor Rudolph,

Slide inside their pussy lips…”

Miraja’s hand slowly inched down until it was rubbing Tina’s glistening cunt.

“Then one lonely Christmas eve,

Sexy Santa showed them the light…”

She jingled the bell on her tits. Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Rudolph with your cock so bright,

Won’t you fuck your wife tonight!”

Miraja’s fingers spread Tina’s lips, exposing her pussy. Jim grunted like an animal and plowed his cock into Tina’s quim, slowly working himself into a rut while Tina moaned and raked her nails down his back. Miraja smiled and picked herself up, donning her Santa Claus jacket once more.

“Then how the couple made love,

Until Rudolph made her scream,

And when they woke next morning,

They thought it was a big, wet dream!”

Jim had Tina bent over the side of the couch, fucking her steadily from behind, their whole world lost in a peppermint spiral and visions of sex and lust. Miraja quickly wiped down any surfaces that would have her fingerprints or stray hairs and fished Jim’s wallet from his pants, confident he wouldn’t be in any state to cancel his credit cards for at least a few days. The drugs in the candy cane would keep them fucking until the passed out from exhaustion, awaking with nothing more than a confusing dream of a sexy Santa Claus and the vaguest idea that something was missing, but it would be days before their brains put themselves back together enough to remember what. She whistled to herself as she capered to the door, grabbing a Christmas cookie on the way.

“They’ll think the night was just one big, wet dreeeeaaamm!”