Karen sat alone in her basement, wondering where Kyle was and why the fuck he hadn't come home to help put the kid's toys together. Freaking Christmas Eve and she was stuck alone, trying to learn how to assemble a dollhouse, two bicycles and some sort of electronic gadget that looked like a robot. Kyle could knock this crap out in about 8 minutes and they would still have time to get some sleep; instead, she was alone and probably wouldn't finish until dawn. He knew he was supposed to help with the kids on Christmas, separation order or not. Dropping off the toys just wasn't good enough and she was planning to let him have it. She sighed and bent back to the plans for the bicycles and read, "Tighten axle with one nut A and spacer B on each side." Karen started crying, "Shite, this isn't fair, Kyle should be here." She poured another glass of Canadian Club and bent to the task of assembling the toys. Another glass of Canadian Club, another epithet and another bout of tears completed the second bicycle. Karen started on the robot but found the plans well beyond her ability to comprehend. "Mate the 1 inch leg gear to the ? inch hip socket gear and torque to 3 inch pounds using a Phillips screwdriver." She struggled on, knowing the robot would be a disaster and finally at 2:30 A.M., she installed the batteries and turned on the switch. The whirring gears startled her and when she saw the robot's head turn and its electronic eye lids open, she sighed again, this time with relief. The kid's Christmas would be wonderful after all. Karen poured one final glass of CC, draining the bottle and wondering where the rest of the bottle had gone. Have I really drank a fifth tonight? ***** Karen woke up with a headache. She tried to sit up but found she could not move her arms or legs. She squinted and looked. Her arms were tied to the bedposts and her legs were spread and tied to the footboard of the bed. She was naked and lying on top of her bedspread. "What?" she said to the room, "Who's here? Who did this? Let me go!" Silence was her only response. She started to scream, but thought, The kids, they'll find me like this, I can't let them see me like this. Karen struggled, trying to pull her arms free from the ropes but found they were secure. Pulling with her legs didn't make a difference either, she was tied and that was that. She lay back and thought, Kyle did this. The bastard snuck in and raped me while I was drunk last night. I'll see him in prison for this. She smiled with the thought and said aloud, "Kyle, I know you're here. You may as well let me go and save yourself some trouble." Again, she was met with a silent room. Kyle isn't this cruel, he might hate me, but he wouldn't drag it out, she thought. Karen decided to risk a yell and to risk the kids seeing her naked. "Someone! Anyone! Help me!" she shouted. She heard a whirring noise approaching the bed and felt tugging on the bedspread. The tiny hands appeared and then the silver head of the robot she had assembled the previous night. With slow and exact movements, it struggled onto the bed; it stood and walked over to her. The mechanical eyelids blinked and Karen could swear that the robot was checking her out. The head turned slowly as the electric eyes took in her naked form, paused at her breasts, continued onward to her navel and finally the head stopped turning when it reached her crotch. Karen screamed. The right hand of the robot reached out and with a barely audible noise, the two claspers opened and then closed around her left nipple. The robot arm moved upward, pulling her nipple with it. Karen cursed and struggled to free herself; the robot pulled harder until she thought her nipple would tear off. She stopped fighting and the robot released her boob. Karen looked at the thing's face and thought for an instant that it was grinning. The robot's gears spun again and it moved down to her hips where it struggled for a moment to crawl over her left leg. In a moment, it was standing between her legs, its robot arm reaching for her pussy. Karen thought to struggle, but couldn't imagine the pain if that claw repeated the experience of her breast. She resolved to be still and take whatever happened. The tiny feelers peeled her labia open and pressed inside. It was cold and it hurt, but Karen didn't move. She didn't move when she felt the claspers brushing her clit and she didn't even move when she felt them wrap around her swelling bud. The robot began moving its arm, tugging Karen's clit with mechanical precision. She began to juice. The robot continued pulling and tugging until Karen's back arched and a groan escaped her lips as the orgasm ran through her body. She looked up and saw the robot moving again, this time apparently it intended to screw her, although how she had no idea as it was genderless. Karen shrieked when the robot's round head penetrated her vagina. She screamed again and again as the mechanical rapist climbed deeper into her. She looked down again just in time to see the robot's shoulders turning and pressing inside. The pain was horrendous, but... but... the pleasure followed instantly and Karen started moving with the robot, trying to accommodate more and more of it inside her. The robot's arms slipped inside and it inched further and further in, Karen saw its waist slipping into her and she realised that it was almost ten inches inside. It couldn't go deeper, it wasn't possible. She threw back her head and shrieked as another orgasm spread through her loins. She felt tiny movements inside her. She looked and saw the robot's knees and then its feet disappear into her pussy. This isn't possible, he's at least 18 inches tall, I can't take that into me! Where is he going! Karen felt a cramp, she felt a pain unlike anything she had felt in years and suddenly she felt her womb expanding. She watched, shrieking in pain as her uterus expanded and moved. The metallic nightmare had climbed into her womb and was curling up inside. Karen screamed again and again. ***** Christmas Eve 2006 A star burned bright, shining clearly over the city lights. One house in particular was lighted far more than any other, the star seeming to favour it more than any other. Inside, one woman and young children sat watching television, unaware of the star. They had eggnog, cookies and "It's A Wonderful Life" on the tube; a perfect Christmas Eve. Karen turned to the kids and said, "Time for bed; Santa Claus won't come if you are awake." The kids groaned but ran off to bed, pictures of sugar plums dan... (strike that -- too plagiarized and cliche)... thoughts of the presents they were sure to get in their heads. Karen struggled to stand, her pendulous belly made everything difficult. She thought back to Christmas a year ago and then the pain hit, "Eeeeeyaaaaa!" she screamed as the first contraction hit, knocking her to the floor. The contractions came fast, one after another and in moments, she felt the wetness between her legs. "Shit! The baby is coming!" Karen stood, but the next contraction hit and she fell into the Christmas tree, knocking it to the ground. Karen landed atop the fallen tree, just in time to feel another contraction tear through her loins. This baby was coming and it was coming right now. She struggled to drop her pants and panties, wondering if she would be in time.