This was it, Zahra knew, there were no more “naughty children” left to be punished, just her! The horse of Krampus, their artificial tongues lolling and their very real penises erect, advanced on her, moving slowly, angling their heads as if appraising her, then one, the same one who had slaughtered the teen, his fur and genitals still caked in her congealing blood, moved behind her, grabbed her hips and with no warning or ceremony, thrust his throbbing manhood into her tight, virgin cunt. She let out a very real scream more of shock than of pain as, lubricated by the other girl’s blood, the larger than average organ forced its way inside her.

Both her dad and her brother had offered to help her prepare for this, to take her young cherry gently, helping her stretch out a little and get used to the feeling of a penis inside her, but she had refused. This scene was meant to be brutal, shocking and painful and she wanted it to look as real as possible! What she had readily agreed to, however, was learning to take them in her mouth, wanting to master the art of suppressing her gag reflex so that she would not vomit all over the Krampus when they used her from both ends.

Omar had gone first and the experience had been gentle, loving and intimate. She had loved the look of pleasure on his face as she made him shoot his load into her mouth. She had swallowed on her first time too, then repeated the exercise with her dad, kneeling naked in front of him on the bathroom floor as she felt his larger manhood pressing the back of her throat. Each day for the past three weeks they had both done this twice, once in the morning before school and again in the evening after dinner, each time getting rougher and more aggressive as they helped to condition her for what was to come. By that morning, she was confidently taking the pounding in her sweet young mouth, swallowing their cum hungrily before moving onto the other.

The Krampus behind her grabbed her hair and pulled back a little before thrusting again. Zahra felt as if her sweet young cunt must surely be tearing from the rough treatment it was receiving, feeling the matted fur of the Krampus suit against her buttocks as the man-beast thrust against and again. He pulled out of her and was almost instantly replaced by another but she barely had time to think about whether being fucked like this felt good or bad before a very familiar organ was in her mouth. She had recognised her brother by his eyes but now she had double confirmation as he and whoever was behind her thrust alternately, knocking her back and forth, yanking her next against the restraints.

There she was, nine years old and small for her age, totally naked, shackled, on full display in the cold, starry December night, being brutally fucked in both ends in front of hundreds of people, none of whom even thought of helping her. She was part of the show. A prop for their entertainment, her sweet young body no longer her own but something that existed purely for the pleasure of others.

She swallowed hungrily as he brother finished in her mouth, not wilting as he normally did due to the Viagra he and all the other Krampus had taken prior to the parade. The crowed cheered the costumed men on as another thrust himself into her mouth and someone else behind decided to see how her ass compared to her pussy. This time they did not thrust alternately but in unison, sending shudders through her delicate young body and forcing each other deeper into her. Whether the same one or another she could not tell but a cock was in her cunt once more, sending jolts of pleasure through her as the head hit her cervix that was almost unbearable. She tried to cry out in an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain but found herself gagged by the squirting organ in her mouth. She was granted little more than a second to swallow and take a deep breath before the next Krampus decided to use her cute little mouth as a cum-dumpster.

Her arms, suspended from the chains above, had no feeling in them any more and her legs were week. If it were not physically impossible for her to do so, she would have fallen to the ground but the apparatus kept her up, all holes available for free use. So overwhelming were the sensations her body was experiencing that she began to feel light-headed, only semi-conscious, no longer actively sucking the men who made use of her mouth or swallowing their cum, just letting it dribble out of her mouth, her jaw sore and possibly dislocated, trickling down her chin and plopping onto the straw-covered floor below.

And still they kept coming, taking it in turns to use her from both ends, as if each Krampus wanted a turn at using every one of her holes at least once. Somewhere out there in the crowd, she knew her dad was filming. She hoped he was proud of her. What would Grandma and Grandpa think when he showed them the video? She was sure her cousin Kareem would want a copy!

Something was happening now. There was nobody in front of her but the audience were going wild as if something spectacular was happening. Looking over, she saw that while she had been being used as a fuck toy by the Krampus horde, they had also been cutting meat from the hanging carcass of the teen and putting it on the grill. Some was now picking up this meat and devouring it ravenously. Another thick, hard cock entered her ruined young cunt but there was something different about this one! It was cold. Smooth.

In a dream-like haze, Zahra felt it enter her but it did not stop when it hit her cervix like the others had done. Instead, to the apparent delight of the crowd, it tore its way in, stretching out then piercing her tiny uterus before forcing its way through her totally exposed and restrained young body. Lots of her friends from school were there. She was sure a lot of them would be filming on their phones. Maybe there would be competition on Monday to see who got the best video of her naked young body as she was fucked and snuffed?

Something was pushing at the back of her throat now. She coughed, spitting out the sooty and bloody cum that had accumulated in her mouth before seeing fresh blood fly out in bright red flecks then a metal spike emerged out of her mouth, forcing her jaw open even wider and scraping against her teeth.

Her arms were released then but flopped by her sides, having lost all their feeling. One of the Krampus grabbed them and tied her wrists together behind her back. She then felt a lightness as her ankles were unshackled and then there was another surprise as a second spike was forced into her ass, deeper than any of the cocks had ventured.

The whoops and cheers from the crowd and the delighted roars of the Krampus all faded to an eerie silence in her ears, audible only as muffled, distant sounds as if she were hearing them through water. She felt her ankles tied to the pole then she was lifted and carried past the fire where the three bodies were now little more than blackened skeletons and random bone-fragments that the flames leapt and danced among, to the roasting pit where she was dropped with a hard jolt into the mounts and a handle was fitting in front of her face which one of the Krampus began to turn.

With the show now effectively over, the audience were invited to form a line to come take their photos with the Krampus performers next to the roasting little girl, the burning pyre in the background. Some hugged the hairy beast-men, others pretended to be afraid and some, with permission, even posed with their hands around their rock-hard erections. Still more just wanted to take a selfie with the battered, roasting meat that had been Zahra, loving how blood and cum dripping from both ends, sizzling as it fell onto the coals. Her dad approached with his video camera and took a long, lingering shot up and down her delicious, slowly turning young body, before stepping aside to make room for the next reveller.

Zahra was feeling sleepy now, and it was so hot. Her eyes were stinging from the smoke so she closed them, feeling the heat from the red-hot coals searing her skin. She could not remember why she was there, what was happening to her or even, really, who she was. She just had an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction, the conviction of a job well done. Whatever she was there to do, she knew she had done it to the best of her ability and she could now relax. She was sleepy. So sleepy, and her body ached. She tried to yawn but found that she couldn’t, but that was okay. She had done what she was there to do and now she could sleep.

Once their photos and videos were taken, the majority of the audience dispersed, knowing that the final part of the evening’s celebrations was invitation-only, reserved just for the families and close friends of the participants.

To their credit, none of the Krampus performers broke character as they shared out the rest of the grilled teen meat on somewhat incongruous paper plates while other volunteers handed out warm mulled wine and cider, or hot chocolate for those who preferred something non-alcoholic. About two hours after she had been put on to roast, Zahra’s carcass was deemed ready to serve and, as her brother and first-time Krampus, the honour went to Omar of cutting the first slice which he cut with great relish from her cute, meaty rump!


The End