Tanya felt like she was floating on clouds. Her Uncle Danny had taken her to the mall after giving her some medicine for her cough. He was supposed to be Santa, dressed up and sitting in a space in front of the escalators. She didn't mind coming with him, even though she didn't know why the real Santa didn't come to visit. Besides, she got to play with the little rides as much as she wanted because they were in sight.
She doesn't know how long she let herself drift, floating in her head from the funny tasting medicine her uncle gave her. She can barely focus, having been on the little carousel horse for a long time. It wasn't until she finally struggled to blink her eyes awake properly that she realized she was being carried somewhere, "Huh?"
"Oh, hello Tanya. I'm Santa. Danny asked me to take you to the back of this old store to let you nap."
"Mmmmokay…" she mumbled, body swaying limply in his arms. Everything was dark. It was hard to see Santa, but his voice sounded a little different from her uncle's. Still, if it was Santa, then that was fine. He wasn't a stranger.
"Did you like sitting on those rides today?"
She tried to nod her, head, "I liked it…"
"I'm glad. How about we have one more ride?"
Before she could agree or disagree, Tanya found herself seated on top of something. She felt like she was on someone's lap but then Santa's voice said close to her ear, "This is a Santa ride. You sit in Santa's lap, and he bounces you. You must try and stay on so you can tell him what you want for Christmas."
"Huh…?"
"Hold on tight now…"
Tanya reflexively squeezed her arms around whatever was in front of her. It seemed to be the ride Santa's neck. He was so much bigger than her, it was hard to hold on, but she let herself be jolted back and forth, giggling. This ride was way more intense than the other little kiddie rides.
"Hahaha, this is fun!"
"It's really fun, huh? You can bounce harder on Santa, baby."
She really couldn't do much more than small little wiggling motions back and forth on him, but it was enough to get him rock solid in his red pants. He could see his niece's panties under her black holiday dress. His sister had curled soft waves into her long brown hair. She looked just like her mother did back then. It made him want to fuck her raw. He leaned over her, panting into her open mouth. She was panting as well, her laughter died off when all the bouncing started to make her feel funny between her legs.
"What's…what's…"
"Okay honey, we're going to take a holiday photo for Mommy."
"Mommy?"
"Yeah, Mommy," he grunted, maneuvering her around. Tanya felt like they had moved to another chair, her body now facing away from his chest. She could barely open her eyes but could feel the harsh glow of bright lights suddenly flashing in her face behind closed eyelids. Her breath hitched when she felt herself tilt back, the bottom of her dress being pulled up and her panties being pulled aside.
"Now sweetheart, you can't keep your eyes closed in a photo. Open up, give us a big smile."
Struggling a bit, Tanya's lashes fluttered as she slowly began to open them. Her head was so hazy, and the lights weren't helping. They were somewhere dark, the bright lights pointed at them making everything around her darker. She could sort of see a camera between them, a timer blinking. What was she supposed to do again…?
A dark chuckle behind her ear made her flinch, "Smile honey. Smile for your special picture."
Tanya would always remember this picture, years later. Every Christmas from now on her uncle would make sure she saw it again, right before doing to her what he did the very moment it was taken.
Right before the shutter noise, Santa had gripped both her thighs, spread them wide, and slammed his cock deep inside her. Tanya was halfway to smiling when her jaw dropped in shock, giving her an incredibly debauched look of pleasure during her very special moment of her first cock. The straps of her dress had fallen enough to reveal her smooth, pretty pale chest with just the tiniest breasts and dime shaped pink nipples. Behind her was Santa, leering at her, face clearly full of a sick pleasure as his thick adult cock shoved directly up against her womb. She could practically feel the way the precum pulsing out of his cock was kissing right up against her cervix with every inhale and exhale.
"God, baby you're so tight. Oh Tanya, honey you feel so good on my cock. Santa's cock feels so good!"
She could feel herself shaking. Her body was so sluggish and desperate to move. The only thing she could focus on was the steady red light from another camera as her body was fucked into like a flesh light. There was so much pain between her legs, but Santa was groaning so loud. She wondered if it hurt him too, if they could stop?
Little did she know that her uncle's cock felt amazing. Her little whimpers and cries made him rock solid. It reminded him of another time, when her mother was her age. It was back when he was a teenager. She was ten years younger and already turning into a bratty woman. He was mad because she was hogging the bathroom for the millionth time. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Since their parents weren't home, he knew no one would stop him when he slammed open the door, grabbed her arm, and dragged her to their snow-covered backyard. She was just in a towel, having only finished drying her hair when she found herself thrown onto the cold ice. Her body immediately started shivering and she tried to run back inside. Danny had thrown the door closed and shoved her hard every time she tried to get past him. She had gone from angry, to scared, to begging to be let back in. She was so cold, her body was exhausted already from shivering, and the towel was barely staying on. He felt himself thicken up every time she fell and just a bit more of her tiny pussy, her pert little ass, or her cute little breasts got revealed. Finally, this time he shoved her onto the ground, ripping the towel away. She was too weak to do anything, her small, sexy form lying there limply.
At that moment her brother knelt onto the ground. She was hopeful, thinking he might be going to pick her up.
But then a fist slammed into her stomach.
Her whole body tensed in pain. She was already half frozen on the ground, but her brother's hands were so warm, like a furnace. Despite being punched, slapped, beaten, a part of her kept wishing for the next blow just to get some warmth. Her eyes were hazy, she couldn't move. She barely noticed when she felt something hard and wet pushing between her legs until it pierced into her all at once. There in the snow, her teenage brother raped her warm again.
He snickered to himself, remembering how much more obedient his sister became after that. She always did what he told her to do, and he violated her for years. When she finally got married and had a daughter of her own, at first, she seemed determined to keep him away. A lot of lies and long talks later about how he had changed, she had finally agreed to let him take her with her during his small stint at the mall. After all, what could he do surrounded by other children and parents?
He couldn't wait to show her her daughter's pictures. He knew his sister would never have the guts to tell. She never told their parents when she was pumped full of cum after school. It made him shiver to think about scattering these photos on her bedroom floor before fucking her on top of them, her pussy violated by the same pedophile that raped her child. Just thinking about it had him pressing deep inside that little girl, his cum filling her, keeping her warm just like it did her mother.
Tanya mewled, her toes and hands curling as her sweet little pussy spasm and squirted around his cock. Her pussy instinctively did what it was supposed to do, milking the cock that was cumming in her. Her flat little tummy felt full and Santa groaned when she told him.
"That's really good baby, say thank you for taking Santa's milk."
The lens of a camera focused on the face of a fucked out little child rape victim, her pretty face smiling as she slurred out, "Thank you for your milk, Santa."