Rita's Christmas Gift
by Polaris

Keywords: fg, nc, ped, sad, rape, viol, snuff



Year: 1999

Rita awoke on a bright winter morning feeling very refreshed. She
looked over to the calendar on her night stand and saw that it was
December 24th.

'Yes! Only one more day!' she thought happily.

Rita was 17 years old and had acquired a job at the mall during her
Christmas break. There, she was in charge on collecting the money from
parents whose kids got to have their picture taken with Santa. It wasn't
a bad job, but Rita was really looking forward to having some time off
for a while.

Rita climbed out of bed and headed towards the shower. The warm water
spraying on her naked body felt very good, as the night before had been
quite chilly. Afterwards, she dried herself off with a big, fluffy towel
and then walked back into her room. She slipped on a pair of white,
cotton panties and began brushing her hair. She then put on her red and
white Christmas skirt suit, along with the traditional (and snug
fitting) Santa Claus hat. She checked herself one last time in the
mirror, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door.

Rita arrived in the parking lot around 9:50 A.M. She was grateful that
she was able to park in the employee's lot, as there seemed to be very
few spaces left in the customer's area. Rita drove around behind the
mall and parked her car. She then headed inside through the back
entrance. Was it ever crowded! Rita practically had to squeeze herself
all the way through to the center of the building where, already, a line
of about 20 families had accumulated.

'<sigh> Just seven more hours,' Rita thought to herself.

Rita stepped into the "workshop" and was greeted buy Gus, already
dressed in his Santa costume.

"Hello, Rita! Ready for another big day?" he cheerfully asked.

"Yeah, but I'm even more ready for tomorrow!" replied Rita.

Gus chuckled. "Me too!"

Gus was a perpetually friendly and jolly guy, which, Rita could see,
was why he had been chosen to play Santa. He opened the door, and the
two stepped outside to begin their day at work.

The busy day made time fly by quickly, and before Rita knew it, 5 1/2
hours had passed.

'Break time!'

Rita hung up the sign reading: "Santa will be back in 15 minutes" and
headed towards the rest rooms. After relieving herself, she stepped
outside, only to find a small five year old girl with tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong, honey? Are you lost?" Rita asked softly.

"I <sniff> can't find my mommee!" the young girl cried.

Rita couldn't believe it. She had waited for this opportunity for so
long, and the timing couldn't have been more perfect!

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry! What's your name?"

"<sniff> <sniff> Cindy."

"Do you want me to help you find your mommy?"

Cindy hesitated, but then nodded her head.

"Okay," Rita said extending her hand. She led Cindy from the rest rooms
and into the back room. Having so many people around made her a bit
nervous, but they seemed far too concerned with shopping to notice. Rita
looked around to see if the coast was clear. Most of the night crew had
gone home early for the holiday, but she still wanted to play things safe.

Grabbing a rag from the floor, Rita quickly and aggressively gagged the
small five year old. She then tied her arms and legs together with a
piece of twine. The child tried desperately to get away, but Rita
overpowered her with ease.

The teenager forced Cindy's body into an empty cardboard box and
hastily carried her out to her car. She then pushed the box into her
back-seat and threw a few blankets, which she was very fortunate to have
kept back there, on top. Cindy's heart was beating like crazy. She
struggled and struggled to get loose, but the twine was too tight.
Outside, she could hear Rita opening the trunk. It was silent for a few
minutes until she heard a loud THUNK! followed by the trunk door
slamming. Rita took one last look to see that everything was set, locked
the doors, and headed back inside.

Around 4:15, a security guard came by and asked Rita and Gus if they'd
seen the little girl. The two both answered no and expressed their
sympathy. Rita was feeling nervous, but at the same time excited and
pleased with herself at what she'd been able to pull off. At 4:55, the
stores began closing and the customers were all leaving for home.

"Whew! We made it!" Rita said happily.

"Yes. It will be nice to get home to my wife and kids," Gus replied. "I
do hope that they find that poor girl."

"I'm sure they will." Rita said as she stepped out of the workshop.
"Goodnight, Gus!"

"Goodnight, Rita! Merry Christmas!" Gus called as he waved.

"Merry Christmas to you, too!" Rita answered, cracking an evil smile as
she walked out towards her car.

The weather was unusually warm, compared to the previous night. So much
so that Rita barely needed her coat. She got into her car and exited the
parking lot. She could faintly smell the scent of urine and figured that
Cindy had probably pissed her pants.

Rita headed out of town and into the country. Ever since she had been
young, Rita had noticed a house in a wooded area on the way to her
grandma's residence. Because of it's location and dilapidated interior,
it had been abandoned for quite some time. Rita pulled up behind it, so
that no one would see her from the road, and turned off the car. She got
out and violently ripped the semi-soaked box. She then grabbed onto
Cindy's legs and yanked her out of the car and into the house.

Rita carried the five year old over to the fireplace and then slammed
her onto the floor. She then inspected the wood. It was, to her delight,
quite dry. Rita tossed a lit match in and, sure enough, it caught ablaze.

There was no light except from the fire, which was more than enough for
her to see the painful expression on the child's face. Rita kicked
Cindy, hard, in the head, and removed her own panties. She then ripped
the rag away from Cindy's mouth.

"So, you like pissing in my car, huh? HUH!" Rita screamed as she
slapped the terrified child.

Lifting up her red Christmas skirt, Rita mounted her pussy onto the
little girl's face. She then let loose a hot stream of piss into her
open mouth. Rita could feel Cindy choking on it, but she didn't stop.
She rocked back and forth with glee as the poor girl struggled to breathe.

Once she was finished, Rita grabbed her pocket knife out of her jacket.
Then, as Cindy continued choking and gasping for air, Rita cut away her
shirt, pants and underwear. She then slammed her fist, twice, into the
young girl's naked stomach, causing her shriek in fear and pain.

"NOO! MOMMY! MOMMEEEEEE!"

Using a piece of the shirt, Rita wiped the remaining urine from her
legs and crotch. She then spotted a long, metal poker next to the
fireplace. Rita grabbed it and untied her captive's legs. Cindy tried to
run, but Rita was too fast. She swung the poker as hard as she could,
hitting Cindy in the ankle and shattering the bone.

As Cindy howled, Rita worked the metal rod into her hairless, virgin
pussy. She pushed it deep inside, until she had busted the five year
old's hymen. She then gazed in wonderment at the dark red blood that
pooled around Cindy's pussy.

"MOMMEEE! MOMEEEE!" the tiny girl screamed.

Smiling, Rita slowly crept up towards Cindy's face.

"Your mommy's not here. And she can't help you. I'm the only one here.
And I'm going to kill you," giggled Rita.

Out of sheer glee, Rita began hacking away at Cindy's legs. She bruised
them, broke them and ultimately paralyzed them. She then threw the poker
into the fireplace. Rita knew that Cindy wanted to escape. To get away
and be with her family, where she would be safe. But Rita would ensure
that she never saw her family again.

Rita threw the girl out the door and into the snow. She then pounced on
her and began cutting away the skin from Cindy's back. Rita had a fiery
lust in her eyes, grinding her cunt onto the little girl's ass while she
dug her fingers into her back, peeling away her flesh. Cindy screamed
and screamed as she helplessly bled into the snow.

Rita, her fingers covered in blood, slowly dipped the strips of flesh
into her mouth, one by one. She then chewed them up and swallowed;
moaning from the delicious taste.

"I've got something else for you, angel," Rita whispered into Cindy's
ear.

Rita kissed the girl on the cheek and opened the trunk. She then lifted
out a heavy, yellow bag. The bag contained salt, which the mall used to
spread over the ice-covered sidewalks. Rita slit the bag and grabbed a
handful. Then, with a cruel smile, she sprinkled the salt over Cindy's
back.

Cindy's horrific screams echoed throughout the evening sky. But it
didn't matter. There was only one person who could hear her scream. And
that person was Rita.

Watching Cindy dying there in the snow fueled Rita's excitement even
further. She tipped the bag over the girl's body, covering her freshly
wounded back in salt. Cindy's shrieks were now incoherent and sounded
inhuman. She was twitching like mad and blood was spewing from her
mouth. Rita couldn't wait any longer. She frenziedly began humping
Cindy's bloody face.

"FUCK! YES!" screamed the horny teen.

Rita grabbed on to the back of Cindy's head and ground harder. Cum was
gushing out of her pussy. So much that it washed into Cindy's eyes,
stinging them terribly. In the heat of the moment, Rita grabbed a large
rock and began bashing it against the little girl's skull.

"YES! FUCK! DIE! OH GOD! YEEEEESSS! DIEE!!"

Rita orgasmed with every blow. She smashed and smashed until she had
busted open Cindy's skull. She then grabbed her pink, oozing
child-brains and rubbed them against her own skin. Rita licked them and
swallowed them whole as she lustily continued to soak Cindy's face.

Finally, Rita collapsed with exhaustion. Her body shivered, still
feeling the effects of her wondrous orgasm. She was truly thankful for
the gift she had received.

Rita laid there for a few minutes and fingered herself before getting
up. She then dragged Cindy's bloody, mutilated corpse over to a nearby
tree, propped her against it and packed her body with snow. Entering the
house one last time, Rita retrieved her panties and dowsed the fire. She
then got in her car and drove home, pleased with the new Christmas
tradition she had created. A tradition, she would be sure to keep.

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