The Christmas Spirit

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December 22nd, 2009 8:30 P.M.
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Rita laid naked in her bed and masturbated. It had been the 38th time that week, as she had been in a heightened state of arousal since mid-December. As surely as a dog knows the time that it's master will arrive home from work each day, Rita's pussy had come to sense when Christmas was approaching, and made sure to continually remind the woman of 27 that it wanted to relive the same wonderful sensations that it had in the nine years prior. Rita now had twenty-four child kills to her credit; some which had gone more smoothly than others. There had been plenty of close calls, and several Januaries when Rita considered quitting while she was ahead. But come fourth quarter, when she felt that hot wetness between her legs, freely letting the throbbing excitement pound her brain back into submission, she knew that the risk would once again be worth taking.

Past visions of her red-faced victims screaming and pleading for their lives as she unabashedly excretes her pussy juices onto their bodies swirled in the woman's mind.

“Huuhnnnn, yes! Yes! Haaaaahnnnn!” Rita moaned as she powerfully thrust her fingers in and out of her cunt. She thrust her pelvis upwards and let out a long final scream as she climaxed, and then slammed her butt back down into the sheets that had been soaked with her discharge. She laid there, panting and basking in the afterglow. She hoped that that one would tide her over for a while. Not that the idea of getting constant sexual gratification like some horny animal didn't sync with her decadent sensibilities, mind you, but alas, there was work to be done.

Rita slowly rose from her mattress and exited out of her room and down the stairs. Her blissful feelings were quickly cut short, however, as she jumped in alarm at the site of a toy doll, which had been placed under her living room Christmas tree. The doll was unlike any she had ever seen, and having had a career cemented solely in malls and department stores, grouped with the countless prepubescent girls which she had observed from afar, that was saying something. The appearance was of a young female child in her pajamas, holding a plastic plate of cookies in one hand and a plastic glass of milk in the other.

Rita sat in stunned confusion. She lived alone, and the realization that someone had entered her home without her knowledge did not comfort her in the least. She hesitated for a few moments before getting up to examine the item. Further inspection revealed a sticker stuck to the left foot of the doll which read “Press Here”. Her heart racing, Rita reached out and gave the toy's lower extremity a squeeze.

Immediately, the voice box within the doll began to play.

“Rita, a beautiful serial predator,
and her infamous holiday spree,
it is the gift of information,
that I leave beneath your tree.

Yes, I know well of your exploits,
though I will not divulge how,
but joy and gaiety is stirring,
within the one who speaks to you now.

Christmas is a time for lifting up spirits,
but I hold a certain respect as well,
For one who's indulgence ensured so many young spirits,
were dragged down into the depths of Hell.

I bring to your attention,
a single mother of 35,
who struggles just to keep herself,
as well as her children alive.

Their faces are so very cute,
a fact that I well know,
and their bare-naked flesh makes my pussy
gush like wet winter snow.

But this next detail is so great
that you can almost hear God scoff,
for their home has no security system,
and their phone service was just shut off.

A scary situation to be in,
this is undeniably true,
but the mother looks towards January
with the hope of making it through.

And while this predicament alone,
is so very cruel and mean,
my thoughts soon turned rhetorical:
“What if someone were to intervene?”

11345 Edbrooke Avenue,
is where this family resides.
And though holy, this night will create enough shadows,
I'm sure, for a young murderess to hide.

The decision is yours alone to make,
I won't force your hand,
But it is the wish of this anonymous tipster,
that I've convinced you to know where I stand.

One-hundered thirteen fourty-five, Edbrooke Avenue.”

The voice ceased. More than just a little freaked out, Rita went straight to her bedroom window, pulled open the curtain, peered out into her front yard. No one in sight. She then did a quick scout around her home looking for evidence of a break-in. Nothing.

Rita returned to the doll and pinched the foot once more. Silence. The doll had recorded over the message it had played, just as it had been designed to do. As a backup precaution, had the message not been played at all by the 24th, a timer within had been programmed to execute the latter action.

'What now?' Rita thought. 'Someone knows my identity... But who is it? This isn't like some drug or prostitution bust. If law enforcement knew about me, surely they would arrest me, or at least apprehend me for questioning... Not just lay out some bait with the hope that I'll bite. And even if so, why now? What new evidence could they have found to link me that they would not already have eleven months ago?'

Rita quickly got on her laptop, pulled up Google Maps, and after rechecking her proxy, entered the address that the doll had given. The location was indeed in a very impoverished neighborhood. Rolling back in her computer chair, Rita began to ponder.

It could very well be a trap. But then again... what if it wasn't?

The Christmas Spirit
by Polaris

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December 5th 1:30 P.M.
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The thirty-something woman sat inside her car within the parking area as she watched and listened to all the parents and kids getting out of their vehicles, all bundled up and carrying their sleds. There had been a great snowstorm over the week, which had left the city a perfect day for sledding in the hilly park. The woman patiently kept an ear out, watching the families come and go, until she finally heard what she had been waiting for. A mother, walking close to her vehicle with her husband and seven year old daughter, said, “Wait, Denise. Denise! Now I don't want you running off too far. When I whistle, I want you to come, alright?”

“Ok mom,” the little girl replied, skipping with excitement as she got closer to the park entrance.

'I think that's enough for me to work with,' the woman thought confidently. She pulled out her cellphone and snapped a picture of the mother before she moved too far out of sight. She then dialed a number from her phone list, as she quickly studied the photo; the quality of which was of the highest possible dpi.

The phone rang once. “Yes, Miss Romain?”

“Hi, Francisco. Could you be a dear and bring me a women's pink stocking cap – the “Raiders Snow Bunny” I believe - white snowflake print, a red scarf, aaa- women's winter jacket – looks to be “North Face” brand - Jitterbug print - blue, some medium-fade blue jeans and a pair of beige snow boots? I'm sending the picture now, for reference.”

“Right away, Miss Romain.”

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*excited gasp* “Pamela!” the seven year old girl shrieked as she ran towards her best friend.

“Denise!” the corresponding girl called out as she dropped her cheap plastic toboggan and hastily began running herself.

Denise did not have a sled of her own, but she had made arrangements to meet up with her friend, who was more than happy to share hers.

“Weeeeheeeheeeeeeeee!!”

The two girls rode the sled down the hill, one sitting behind the other, nearly 25 times in the hour that followed. Denise would take a quick look around the crowded park from time to time to scope out her parents, and each time, she was relieved to see her mom was busy chatting with the other grown ups. She knew that her mother had the gift of gab, and the more distracted her mother was, the more time she would have for sledding! However, it wasn't long thereafter that their fun came to an end.

“Come on Pammy, we're heading home,” Pamela's father said as he approached.

“Aw man,” the girl sulked. She then turned towards her friend, “Guess I gotta go.”

“Ok. I'll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Bye!”

Denise continued climbing back up the hill and slowly sliding down it simply by the seat of her snowpants - which was never as much fun, but worth a shot nonetheless - several more times until she heard a loud whistle. She turned towards the direction that it came from and saw a woman in a pink stocking hat, a red scarf draped over her mouth and a blue winter coat standing there, motioning her over.

“Aw mom...” Denise said to herself. However, her friend had already gone home, and she was getting pretty chilled by this point, so having to 'call it a day' wasn't too much of an unwelcome disappointment.

Denise slowly trudged up the opposing side of the hill where she saw her mom standing next to a shabby building with a 'restrooms' sign on it. Unbeknownst to the seven year old, that particular restroom had been out of order for a couple years now, as a newer, nicer one had since been built in a more centralized area of the park. Denise watched her mom disappear into the ladies section, and, with the simple assumption that her mother wanted to relieve herself before hitting the road, went in after her.

As the little girl stepped inside, she was quickly attacked by a man. Before she could scream, the stranger gagged her mouth and pulled off her winter coat. As he did this, a woman shut the door that she had been hiding behind tightly and turned on the relatively-dim light above the sink. The man then firmly grabbed onto the child's arms and pointed her towards the woman, who then hauled off and needlessly punched the little girl hard and fast in the stomach. The woman smiled whimsically as she watched the child slump and collapse onto the restroom floor.

“Lucky for me I'm close to your mommy's build, eh?” Miss Romain said with cheerful gratitude, as she yanked down the red scarf, pulled the pink stocking cap off from her head and shook her hair free. She followed up by pulling a syringe out of her pocket and injecting the contents into the child's neck to ensure that she stay out cold.

“I can't thank you enough, Francisco. I'll be sure to pay you well for this, as always,” the woman said with warm gratitude as she looked up towards the man.

“I'm just happy to be of service, Miss Romain,” the man chimed back.

Francisco and the woman quickly changed out of their current clothes into some new ones, and made sure to fully strip and re-dress little Denise as well. With that taken care of and the excess clothes stuffed into a duffel bag, the man picked up the unconscious girl and while the woman positioned the child's arms around the man's shoulders, as if she were hugging him.

“It's time to go. Looks like 'our little angel's' all tuckered out, doesn't it 'Daddy'?” the woman giggled.

And with that, the two adults carried the child, her face buried in the man's chest, out of the storage building and inconspicuously made their way past the crowds and back to the woman's vehicle.

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December 15th 6:15 P.M.
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Twelve year old Naudia sat on the floor with her younger sister Heather, each given the task to help wrap some Christmas presents. Bored out of her mind with the chore, the former girl picked up an empty wrapping paper tube from nearby and began smacking her sibling in the face with it.

* thump * * thump * * thump *

“Owww! Quit it!” the younger girl whined. “I'm gonna tell mom!”

Naudia gave Heather's face a few more whacks, and then leaned back to peek out into the hallway to ensure her mother was not near. She then stood up, placed the tube horizontally between her thighs – with about 8 inches sticking outward from the front – and then grabbed onto the back of her kid sister's head with both hands.

Naudia began to laugh at Heather's struggles to dodge the tube as she thrust it into her face with her hips, as if it were her erect penis.

“Come on! Suck me off! Come on!” the elder sister commanded, very amused with herself.

Displeased with Heather's refusal to give her a 'faux job', the tween pulled the back of her sister's shirt up over her head and yanked down the pants and panties. She then pushed the tube in vertical alignment between the child's two asscheeks, and began sliding it back and forth as fast as she could; causing a painful burning sensation as it zipped along the girl's sensitive anus.

“Ooww-ha-haa-ooowwwwww!” Heather whined in protest.

With a heart still blissfully immature, and puberty fully onset,these were but a couple of the many perverted whims that Naudia had begun subjecting her sister to on a daily basis.

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Audrey Romain had cherished Christmas ever since she was a little girl. As expected for most children, she loved receiving presents, but it wasn't long before she realized that she enjoyed giving even more. Even at such a young age, she was able to reap the warm, positive feelings of doing so, and understood why it was considered to be the spirit of the season. Because of this, it wasn't long until she began to dream of growing up to become Santa herself. In her Christmas letters to him, towards the end of her list, she would ask various questions of him.

Do you ever have thoughts of retiring?

What do you think about a female Santa working alongside you?

Through her love for the holiday, and a lot of hard work, Audrey had grown up to become the founder and present-day CEO of “Yuletide Visions Inc.”; a large company which specialized in the creation and sale of holiday themed products. Toys of all kinds, decorations lit and unlit, indoor and out, she had every need covered. The products were of premium quality, but the woman made a commitment to ensure that they also remained very affordable.

In 2007, a behind-the-scenes project which she had assigned and funded to her staff for over a decade came into fruition. A marvel of science, her team had created a wireless camera technology, complete with audio recording capabilities, the size of which was no larger than an unpopped kernel of corn. The most crucial breakthrough, however, was that the material which encased the camera allowed it to be camouflaged to whatever surface it was attached to.

Once perfected, Audrey began to mass produce this technology and instructed that it be inserted into as many of her holiday items as was possible. A product with the device was 100% indistinguishable visually from one without, and the only way to detect it was to run a special scanning tool over the item; a tool developed and possessed solely by the company, protected by high, yet discreet security. And so, in the comfort of her office, Audrey was soon able to peer into hundreds, and eventually, thousands of homes across the country; using the monitors before her to spy on the children housed inside.

With this final accomplishment, Miss Romain felt truly blessed. The dream she had kept since childhood had become a reality. Yet, there was but one of Jolly Ol' Saint Nick's philosophies which the woman could not have been in more disagreement. A principle, that as a little girl, Audrey vowed to alter, should she receive the privilege of growing up to be Santa.

As Audrey watched Naudia torment her sister on the monitor in front of her, a smile graced her lips, as nostalgic memories of her youth were rekindled. The woman's passion for bringing joy to those around her was rivaled by a passion to misbehave. It was a secret desire, of which she had no shame, to both cause and witness suffering, even with the gravest of consequences.

Christmas was fast approaching, and Miss Romain could sense those same feelings of altruism that brewed inside of her year after year.

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December 18th 9:00 A.M.
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It was Saturday morning, and Naudia's mother was out catching up on the Christmas shopping that she'd been putting off all month, leaving her two kids at home, allowing them to sleep in. Naudia, lying on her stomach, with her left arm and most of her left leg hanging off the mattress, was snoring away; drool leaking from her mouth out onto her pillow. The cold weather usually allowed her to sleep quite soundly. Of course, young Heather was already out in the backyard. She had woken up bright and early to get started on making that snow man she had been thinking about all night.

Naudia's deep slumber was suddenly disturbed by the sound of some loud knocking on their front door. Groggily, she slowly lifted her head up and got out of bed. She had slept in just a black shirt and panties, the rear elasticity of which had rolled halfway down her butt crack during the night. Never having understood the fuss that was made over personal appearance, she didn't bother to fix it as she trudged to the foyer.

As Naudia opened the door, she saw an object on her doorstep, about a foot long and half a foot tall, covered in Christmas wrapping paper. The twelve-year-old bent down to pick up the present and carried it into the house. Before opening it, she spotted a little folded tag that had a picture of Santa Claus on the front. She flipped the tag open to read it:

“Santa brings good things to naughty little girls.”

Naudia wasn't quite sure what to make of that, but decided to tear off the wrapping paper anyways. She raised her eyebrows upon discovering that the present was, what appeared to be, some kind of toy gun, bearing a resemblance in size to an old Super Soaker that she used to have. It was very sleek and stylish, she felt, and the barrel was pretty big; enough so to accommodate the size of a tennis ball. On the outside of the gun, read the name “Snowball Cannon -40° FB Xtreme.”

'Cannon! I like the sound of that,' Naudia thought to herself.

The girl picked up the little instruction card that was attached by a small string.

'Thank you for choosing the 'Snowball Cannon -40° FB Xtreme.' It is very easy and fun to use! Simply load up several snowballs into the holder (maximum 4), aim at your favorite target, and fire! When loaded properly, snowballs can reach speeds up to 100mph!'

“Holy Shit!” Naudia exclaimed.

Thoughts of who left off this mysterious gift quickly faded from the girl's mind as she eagerly started putting on her jeans, snowpants, boots, cap and coat. She then made a quick detour down into the basement to grab several empty buckets, as well as slip the key to the tool shed into her pocket, before heading out.

After taking a quick, but stealthy glance around the outside corner of the house to confirm that her sister was still preoccupied with the snowman, Naudia leaped onto the snowy ground of her front yard and began making snowballs. Once she had made about a dozen, she put them into the buckets and set them, along with the gun, just behind the tool shed. She then went around and used the key on the padlock to open the shed doors. She needed something to restrain Heather with.

A very thick and durable wooden trunk rested on the floor against the back wall of the structure. Naudia opened the lid to take a peek inside. The trunk was mostly empty, but had several discarded items from earlier in her childhood. Among several random outdoor toys, she spotted her old, tough red bike lock chain, as well as her trusty pair of toy handcuffs, which had given her many hours of mischief.

'Awesome,' Naudia thought upon finding the items. However, she needed something else. The twelve-year-old looked around and saw a couple cinder blocks sloppily placed in the corner. Not wanting to divert her sister's attention towards her just yet, she grabbed the cinder block and slowly and quietly dragged it across the floor. She then squatted and strained as she lifted the block up and over and dropped it into the trunk. Next, she grabbed the bike chain and began entering the custom combination, which was still fresh in the back of her mind.

Six..Nine..Six..Nine.. * click *

Naudia threaded the chain through the two openings of the upright cinder block and then connected the lock once more. She then casually moved the second block over to the trunk and placed it squarely on top of the first. Now came the tricky part.

Naudia thought for a moment at how she should lure Heather over. She then remembered overhearing her sister tell their mother of a toy that she wanted for Christmas. It was a special kind of Barbie Doll. Heather used to have one just like it, but one day she couldn't find it, no matter how hard she looked, and thus, hoped that Santa would bring her a new one. In reality, Naudia had swiped the doll to perform a little experiment. That same day, she had caught a mouse inside her garage, and wanted to see what would happen if she taped the animal's body to that of the plastic doll and placed it inside the microwave. Needless to say, her curiosity was satisfied by the gruesome results, and fortunately for her, no one else in the household knew or suspected a thing.

“Heather! Heather, look!” Naudia called over, pointing down towards the trunk. “I found that Barbie you were looking for! It was in this thing!”

Heather gasped. “Really?!” The child then began running towards the shed at full speed. When she was almost to her destination, Naudia tripped the girl so that she fell onto the rim of the trunk.

“Hehe, no!” Naudia replied, as she swiftly knelt next to her sibling and snapped one end of the cuffs onto her left wrist. Before Heather had a chance to do any significant struggling, Naudia swiftly looped the open end of the handcuffs around the closed bike chain and snapped it onto the right wrist. With the bike chain now acting as a literal link between the cuffs and the 40 pound cinder block stack, Heather was trapped.

Hastily, Naudia began pulling off her sister's boots, as well as her socks, followed by her polyester snow pants, jeans and panties. Once her sister's lower half was completely bare, the twelve-year-old ran outside to load the first snowball. She then stepped back about 15 feet away and, after some more giggling from the site of Heather's wiggling ass in her struggles to get free, knelt down to take aim.

"Soldier Naudia has just betrayed her country and joined up with the enemy forces!” the twelve year old spoke to herself. “She leads them back to the location of her base. It's up to Naudia to create a distraction so her new comrades can invade and kill her former teammates! She spots several child slaves who were recently rescued. The target it in sight! The traitorous Naudia takes aim at a 5 year old girl playing by a road."

Fwooosh!* Sposhh!!*

Heather let out a startled shriek as the first freezing-cold snowball exploded against her ass. Naudia quickly felt a mischievous tingling in her pussy as she listened to her sister's sobbing and the bits of snow still falling from the 6 year old's ass crack. She was almost as startled as her sibling by the speed that the snowball had traveled.

“Boom! The little kid's head bursts like a cantaloupe!” Naudia exclaimed as she continued to narrate her fantasy. After savoring the moment a little more, with her heavy but anxious breathing visible from the cold air, she proceeded to load three more snowballs into the gun and aimed for Heather's left ass cheek.

“A young boy nearby, maybe her brother, screams in horror at the carnage! Too bad he doesn't see the girl hidden yards away pointing her weapon at his crotch!”

Fwooosh!* Sposhh!!*

Heather screamed again, and was really squirming now.

“Aaahaahaaagh! Stop it! Stoh-op it!” she cried. Heather tried stepping into the trunk with the desperate hope that she could squat down and shield her ass, but the snowpants still around her ankles prevented her from doing so.

“The boy screams for a different reason now, as crack-shot Naudia fires a bullet that rips through the center of his dick, peeling it down like a banana! It rips out the back of his asshole in a spray of blood as the soldiers all rush to see what happened! The distraction is a success! Naudia lights up a cigarette in celebration as the enemy infiltrates the base, refusing to leave until every female soldier is raped and every last throat has been slashed!” Naudia cheered triumphantly.

Though she was proud of her first two shots, Naudia was itching to see just how far she could launch some snow, if any, up Heather's butthole. First things first, she needed to de-obstruct said target. Dropping the gun for just a moment, she ran into the garage and came back out with some Scotch Tough Duct tape and a couple of elastic cords. She then bent down and, using her shirt, dried the remaining snow from her sister's ass, where already some very impressive red marks had formed. With that finished, she began securely taping one end of both cords to each of Heather's cheeks; giving them a few hard pounds with her bare fist to help ensure the adhesive stuck, for good measure. Next, she took the free ends of the two cords and, while keeping a cautious eye behind her just in case the tape should give way and give her a nasty snap, stretched them over to the inner walls of the shack, where she hooked them to some vertical support beams that stuck out.

The helpless child's ass cheeks were now being pried wide open with extreme force. 'Perfect!' Naudia thought as she went to retrieve her weapon. Her target was so open and inviting now that she simply couldn't help but move in closer this time. She took aim once more and...

Fwoo-poshh!!*

...scored a direct hit on her kid sister's asshole.

“GAH-haahaaa! Stop it! Mommeee! Mommee!” the terrified Heather continued to wail.

Naudia moved over to inspect the damage. Sadly, with Heather's sphincter being so young and tight, not quite as much snow got blasted up inside her as the twelve-year-old had hoped, though she did manage to cause some tissue damage. An evil idea quickly came over Naudia. She knew she shouldn't, but her throbbing cunt muscles were putting too much of a metaphorical squeeze on her brain to think rationally. With a devilish grin, she positioned the gun directly between Heather's squirming legs, aimed upwards and mere inches away from her cunt, and pulled the trigger.

Heather let out a blood-curdling scream as the snowball blasted up into her virgin pussy. The snow lodged inside her hole was quickly turning red from her now-destroyed hymen; almost giving it the appearance of a cherry snow-cone. Going with a gut feeling that the punishment that she administered to her sister's nether-regions would keep her fairly immobilized for the time being, Naudia decided to free her. She unhooked the right elastic cord -which was still very taught- from the pillar and, still feeling joyfully mean spirited, let it go; causing it to zip back and snap hard against Heather's defenseless pelvis, leaving behind a very serious bruise. She then repeated the act with the left side, only this time the hook grazed her cheek and left a relatively deep cut on the girl's ass flesh.

Naudia went to free Heather's restraints, when she stopped suddenly. The little naked, horny devil girl deep within her that had been vigorously sodomizing her conscience this whole time still wanted to play.

'Oh god! I'm going to be in so much trouble for this, but it's worth it!!' she thought with glee.

Naudia picked up the Snowball Cannon once more and forcefully rammed the handle up her sister's already-abused asshole and began fucking her with it. Sure, it wasn't the most skillful attack of the day, but the girl had presumed that her base urges would culminate to this point before the morning was over. Heather could barely stand by this point. Her legs were wobbling like Jello, and her feet were becoming numb from being on the ice-cold shack floor.

Naudia's groin was getting hotter by the second as she relentlessly ass-raped her sister. She just HAD to pelt her again. Fortunately for the twelve-year-old, another idea swiftly popped into her head. She left the handle impaled in Heather's butt for a second, reached over to grab three more snowballs, and loaded them into the gun; hoping that it would not fire prematurely. She then removed one of her own boots from her right foot, and then roughly grabbed onto the back of Heather's hair. She pulled the hair towards herself until the six-year-old's head was craned back and positioned directly above the Snowball Cannon's sight. Touching the nearby wall with her left hand for balance, Naudia carefully raised her right foot and slowly pressed it against the gun.

Fwoo-poshh!!*

The snowball shot out and blasted the back of the screaming child's head.

“Hehe. Donkey punch!” she heartlessly joked.

Naudia gently wiggled the gun around with her sole until the second and third snowballs brutally blasted the back of Heather's skull.

Naudia couldn't take it any more. She fiercely began ripping off all of her winter clothes until she was bottomless and pushed her sister to the ground. She then straddled the cowering hysterical girl's naked and abused back and began humping her dripping cunt all over it; not giving a second thought to freely pressing her full weight down onto her tiny frame.

“Ahhh, fuck yeah! Uugggh, fuck! Fuck!” the twelve-year-old passionately grunted as she reached underneath her shirt to give her still-developing tits a rough squeeze.

As she ground and bounced on her sister, she could feel her bladder starting to get restless. In all the morning's excitement, she had neglected to take her morning piss. 'Not yet,' she thought, however. 'Gotta save it... Uuughhh, gotta save it!'

“Fuck, I gotta cum!” Naudia cried out with frustration. She stretched her arm out to pull the snowball bucket closer, and then began loading the remaining ones into the gun; firing them point-blank, against Heather's cunt-slime covered back.

“Yes!! Oh god, yes!!!” she shouted as she listened to that beautiful *thud* sound, quickly followed by the cool spray of the shattered snowball grazing her pussy lips.

At long last she hit orgasm; falling back into a crabwalk-like position and spraying Heather's naked back and ass with her remaining juices without an ounce of shame. The two girls then collapsed onto the ground; one in agony and the other in ecstasy. Naudia would have basked in the moment longer, but her bladder had had enough.

Mustering the energy to pick herself back up off the ground, Naudia stepped out of the shed, squatted down to form one more snowball, held it close to her cunt, and vigorously pissed on it. Thankfully, she had stored up enough piss to turn 85-90% of it yellow. Naudia let out a gratifying, post-piss sigh as the last few droplets escaped her urethra. She then loaded the golden ball into the gun and stepped back into the shed.

Heather was still huddled over, with her face buried into the floor, sobbing. Naudia used her foot to kick the girl over onto her back. She had never seen her sister so red before. The blood from her pussy and ass, the welts from the snowballs, and the redness of her bawling face, all topped off, of course, by the chilly winter air. Naudia slipped her free hand down between her legs and fired the gun at Heather's face. Bug-eyed, the child went to scream once more but instead choked and sputtered on the piss-filled snow.

Naudia shamelessly fondled her cunt and kissed the barrel of the snowball gun. She then tilted her gaze towards the sky and giggled. “Thanks, Santa!”

To be continued...

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