Christmas Kandy

Christmas Kandy
By
A.	Cannibal

          F/g(10) M/g M/F oral cannibalism

Gillian was upset with her 10 year old stepdaughter. Kandy had been such a sweet girl when she had met her father. Now she was constantly arguing about any little thing. She was no psychologist but it probably had something to do with the death of her father in Iraq.
 Today she asked Kandy to clean her room. Now a couple of hours later her room was even messier.
 “You need to start behaving young lady. Christmas is just around the corner and Santa won’t leave you any presents if you’re a bad girl,” Gillian warned.
  Kandy scoffed, “there is no such person as Santa, and he’s a myth. Now go away I don’t want you in my room.”
 Gillian turned to leave but paused at the door. She said, “Alright you don’t believe ‘Good Santa’ the one who delivers presents. Do you believe in evil Santa?”
 Kandy stared at her step mother before answering with scorn, “I never heard of ‘Evil Santa.’ What does he do, take away the presents the good one left?”
 Gillian turned around to stare at her stepdaughter and her eyes narrowed. “No he collects the bad children and takes them away. Here how it works Evil Santa gets a top ten naught list from his cousin Good Santa. The parents leave the naughty child out instead of milk and cookies and he takes them away. What happens to them nobody knows for sure. Now are you going to do as I say or shall I leave you out for Evil Santa,” Gillian asked.
 Kandy laughed, “Ha! Great story but like Santa Claus, it just a story. You can leave out naked with a big red bow and a tag saying ‘for Evil Santa’ and I bet I’d still be there when you came down in the morning.”
It was Gillian’s turn to laugh, “Tell you what I take you up on your offer. I will leave you out as a gift for Evil Santa and if you’re here on Christmas morning I won’t ride anymore about doing things like cleaning this sty.”
She was sure Kandy was in the top 10 on the naughty list. While Kandy might have thought it was only a story but her stepmother knew better. When she was a little girl she had a brother and he was always in trouble. So one Christmas her parents stripped him and placed him out with a tag hanging on his cock. She had snuck down and seen a fat man come down the chimney. He didn’t have a red suit, but black. He looked at her brother read the tag. Gillian watched him stroke her brother cock a few times. Bad Santa must have liked what he saw because he threw the boy over his shoulder and over to the chimney. A 7 year old Gillian must have made a noise because he turned around surveying the room for the noise. He saw Gillian and gave her smile as he pulled out the list. He ran his finger down the sheet of paper and then shook his head.
 Gillian was scared of the Evil Santa, because he had big pointed teeth and fiery eyes, that almost made her wet her pajamas.
“Ho-ho-ho. Not this time little one, but behave or you’ll end up like your brother,” he had said. Then up the chimney he went with his gift and they were gone.
 That grin still made her shiver to this day.
 Gillian thought she might miss her stepdaughter, but with her gone she could date once more without Kandy complaining.
At 23 Gillian had married her stepdaughter’s father 5 years ago. Maybe that was the problem that Kandy thought of her as a sister and not as her mother. It didn’t matter because after Christmas she wouldn’t have to worry.
 Gillian wasn’t sure what happen to the children that Evil Santa took away, but she thought she might know. A man with a big belly like she remembered he probably ate them.
 With a snicker Gillian thought why not make sure she selected. She went downstairs to the kitchen and made a batch of Kandy’s favorite cookies and bought them up to her stepdaughter.
“What are these for?” Kandy asked.
Gillian answered, “You’re a bit on the thin side. I think Evil Santa would like you slightly bigger when he takes you away.”
The girl took offense at that saying, “I am not too thin. I weigh exactly 90 pounds and that just right for 5 feet. Plus there is no Evil Santa. You just want me to get fat and ugly so I won’t get any boyfriends.”
 With a heavy sigh Gillian answered, “oh honey I don’t want to get ugly, I what you want to be good for Evil Santa. That way come Christmas morning I will be the only one here. Anyway I leave the cookies just in case.” Next time Gillian came by her stepdaughter’s room she peeked in and saw all the cookies were gone and she smiled. That would add a few pounds to the thin girl.
She had looked up her weight and found Kandy was underweight, not by that much, only about ten pounds or so. Still she was a cute girl and Evil Santa was going to enjoy this 10 ½ year old girl. Gillian wondered if he’d enjoy Kandy in multiple ways or just eat her, because she probably could use a good fucking before dinner.
Chuckling she thought maybe that was her problem that’s what her stepdaughter needed a good fucking.
 If Evil Santa didn’t take her she’d see about getting a boyfriend for her. After all who wouldn’t like some Kandy?
The fattening process went on until Christmas Eve day. Gillian was excited as she woke up her stepdaughter. “Get up you. I want to start packing your room. When you’re gone I think I’ll turn this into an exercise room, or perhaps an art studio. Get me some young hunky men to pose for me,” she said.
 With a yawn Kandy answered, “ha, ha. You don’t exercise and you don’t paint. That and I won’t be going anywhere tonight. Still if you want to pack my room up I’ll just dump it all out tomorrow, because I’ll still be here.”
 Gillian gave her a wicked smile before saying, “Well I guess will see who’s right tomorrow won’t we? When I pack this junk up, at least you’ll have a clean room for a day.” Gillian spent most of the day packing while her stepdaughter just sat and watched.
 When everything was packed she said, “That almost the last of it except the clothes on your back, I want them too. After all you won’t need them where you’re going.”
 When Kandy complained Gillian said, “Listen were both girls so you have nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides weren’t you the one how said if you were laid out with nothing but a bow that you’d still be here in the morning? Tell you what if you’re still here after Christmas I’ll take you shopping and you can buy all the clothes you want.”
 The preteen reluctantly shed her clothing which gave Gillian a nice view of stepdaughter that she had never seen before. Now that she saw Kandy naked she figured out what was wrong. Her sex hormones were beginning to transform her from loving child into an annoying teenager a few years early. Still she hoped Evil Santa would come and take her home with him.
 “Alright go shower and dry your hair. I want you clean for your trip. After that we can decorate you for the Evil Santa,” Gillian said.
 Kandy wanted to protest but she did feel kind of dirty from all the dust and dirt her stepmom had kicked up as she packed up her room. After her shower Kandy came down with a towel wrapped around her body.
 She gave a sheepish grin saying, “I still don’t like the idea of being naked in front of you.”
 Laughing Gillian said, “Hey were the same sex and it a guy who’s taking you away, so off with the towel. Besides I can’t gift wrap you with a towel on.”
 Rolling her eyes and sighing heavily Kandy let the towel dropped.
“There are you satisfied now?” she asked venomously.
 Gillian answered sweetly knowing it would only infuriate her stepdaughter further, “yes. Thank you. Now then please put your hands to your sides.” Gillian pulled out some red ribbon and proceeded to wind it Kandy’s body.
 “There I made a Kandy cane for him. All that left is to put a bow on and you’re a present,” she said. Gillian placed a green bow over her belly button and she was ready for the Evil Santa.
“Do I really look like a candy cane? Let me see.” Kandy said in puzzled voice.
 Using baby steps she was guided to a mirror and saw that she was indeed a Kandy Cane “I look cute this way. Too bad nobody but you will see me like this,” she said. Then Kandy quickly added before her stepmom got any ideas, “Not that I want anyone to see me naked.”
 Gillian said, “I doubt anyone except Evil Santa will see you this way. You look a little nervous so let go to the kitchen and you can have a glass of wine.” Gillian planned to get her drunk that way when she was picked up the girl wouldn’t struggle. Two glasses later and Kandy was feeling no fear so she was placed on the counter. Gillian quickly dashed off an address tag and placed it her stepdaughter’s big toe.
 She poured another glass of Chablis and sat down to wait. Gillian wanted to be there when she was taken away.
For the second time in her life Gillian was awoken by a strange noise. There he was Evil Santa just the way she remembered black suit. His head was buried between Kandy legs and she could hear a soft moan coming from the girl. Gillian giggled startling Evil Santa. She saw the flaming eyes and pointed teeth and shuddered. Regaining her composure Gillian said, “Please continue, after all she is yours now.”
 Evil Santa said, “ho-ho-ho. I was just sampling this delicious Kandy. I like to taste them before I take them home for dinner.”
Gillian laughed, “I knew it! You do eat the children you take. Is she going to be desert for you? After all her name is Kandy and she was sweet until a year ago.”
Evil Santa replied, “Oh she still is, but I’ll have to go though my recipes and see. Say would you like to come and watch may even partake of your stepdaughter?”
 Without even a moment’s hesitation Gillian said, “Can I? I’ve always wondered what she tastes like. I mean in bed not on a table. She has a big mouth she would have blab it all over town and then I’d end up in jail.”
He chuckled, “ho-ho-ho! Let get her back to my place then and you may sample her before I turn into my dinner. There just one requirement you too will have to be naked and gift wrapped to come along.” Seeing the confusion on her face he added, “The, um, sleigh only has a place for me to drive. The rest of the space is for the presents. I need the others to think your also one.”
 She really wanted to see her stepdaughter reaction of not only to finding out that there was an Evil Santa, but that he ate people.
It wasn’t like he’d hadn’t seen a naked girls before, but it was still embarrassing. Blushing Gillian nodded and stripped. She allowed her hands and feet to be tied with ribbons. Last a yellow bow placed on the top of her dark head. Laying her out next to Kandy, Evil Santa pulled the list of naughty children out and checked off the names.
Gillian wasn’t much bigger than the stepdaughter 5ft 3in 125lb with a pair of B size tits poking straight up. Unlike Kandy’s bald slit she had a dark brown hair. “Alright time to go this was the last stop now I can go home and see about dinner.” Standing between the girls he put a hand on one of their breasts and squeezed. An instant later they were being loaded into a black van that hovered just above the roof.
 It took a couple hours for Evil Santa to get home. When the back of the van open Gillian was surprised to see palm trees. This was not the North Pole as she had expected but a tropical island. Two helpers appeared and took the meat though the house straight to the kitchen. All were put into separate cages. Evil Santa instructed the helpers to keep Gillian and Kandy separate.
 “Once again I don’t want the others to know you’re here to watch,” he said as the woman was shoved into a cage.
 Turning to the help he said, “Chelsea, Tom, it’s time to wake the meat up.”
They ran over and shook each cage until the child inside woke. “Oh my head hurts. Huh where am I? Oh shit there is an Evil Santa,” Kandy said when she saw the fat man.
 Gillian cleared her throat drawing her stepdaughter’s attention, “I told you he was real.”
 Kandy stared at her stepmom in the next cage and smirked. “He caught you too. I hope he’s as mean to you as he is going to be too me,” she said.
 The man came over carrying a book and gave them both a big toothy grin then smacked his lips. Both of the girls gave a shuddered fear.
 “You two are first. Stepmother you will end up on the BBQ,” he said.
Gillian screeched in surprise, “What!? You said I could sample her if I came with you!”
Evil Santa chuckled, “ho-ho-ho. So you will and after that you will be barbequed. You shouldn’t have offered your stepdaughter to me. I remember you from 15 years ago when I took your bother here. By the way he was delicious. When I saw you tonight I knew I wanted to take you home. As for you stepdaughter since your name is Kandy I think you will end up at least a sweet snack, if not dessert. Perhaps make you into a Kandy cane with a K.”
 He held up the leather coved book for them to see. In big red hand written letters they read, “Recipes for children and young adults.” Evil Santa flipped through the pages and found the dessert section. His eyes traveled from Kandy to the page and back.
 “Yes, defiantly a Kandy cane. I leave it to you Gillian, traditional rotating on a spit or Hawaiian style dig a hole on the beach wrap you in banana leave and cook you in the ground. Think on it while I see what recipes will work on the others,” he said.
 Kandy said in a sarcastic voice, “didn’t go as planned did it? You’re on the menu too. I hope you suffer for giving me away.”
She replied sheepishly, “yeah I should have known better, the man is evil after all. Anyway he’ll probably kill stuff me before cooking. You on the other hand will probably be boiled alive. That’s what I’d do if I were evil.”
 They continued to trade barbs until Evil Santa came back to them. “This onetime I’m going to keep my promise and let you taste your stepdaughter before I cook you,” he said.
 Opening the cage evil Santa pulled out a protesting Kandy who was spread then spread eagle and tied down. Bring Gillian over he said, “There you go your last meal, enjoy. My helpers are putting wood in the BBQ pit as speak.”
 She swallowed hard and her mind raced trying to figure out a way to stay off the menu. In the mean time Gillian slid her head between her stepdaughter’s legs.
 She opened up Kandy’s pussy and licked. Her stepdaughter struggled and it was hard to taste the girl. Gillian held the girls hips and tried again and again to lick. This time she managed a swipe and found it she was sweet.
Kandy continued to struggle but soon calmed down and began to enjoy what was happing to her.
 With Gillian bent over Evil Santa decided to play with his food. He lowered his pants to free his enraged 8 inches of manhood and took her.
 Gillian felt him slide inside her wet pussy and grunted. It had been a long time since she’d had a man inside her and it felt good.
 For evil Santa it was equally enjoyable. It was nice to have a female that had room for him. The children were small and most were virgins making them even tighter. Be they boy or girl a hole was a hole and he enjoyed them all.
 After he filled Gillian’s pussy up he pulled her off Kandy. “I’m going to give you a choice. You can go over the coals and I’ll dine on you or you can become my sex toy.”
She quickly analyzed her situation. On the one hand she could end up over hot coals slowly being roasted. The other way she would just be sex toy.
 The choice was easy she wanted to live so she said, “alright I’ll be your toy, if it means I can watch you make a Kandy cane.”
 Evil Santa replied, “ho-ho-ho. I’ve just one more thing to do before do that. It would be such a waste not to enjoy her before turning her into dessert. You may watch or go select who will take your place over the coals.”
 Gillian didn’t care to watch. Instead she would listen to her stepdaughter’s screams and let her imagination do that provide the images.
 And scream Kandy did as she was impaled on Evil Santa’s cock. Her virginity was ripped away as she was bounced on his cock. He also massaged her small breasts or tenderizing them as he thought of it.
 Not soon enough for Kandy it was over and he let her crumple to the floor. Evil Santa had to admit that this family made excellent fuck toys but the younger one was too small, that and he had a sweet tooth.
 Gillian had selected a boy as her replacement and Evil Santa had his helpers take him away. That way he and Gillian could make a Kandy cane. The process was simple, Kandy’s beautiful golden locks were shaved from her head and after a quick bath she was placed in a giant caldron.
The cold water quickly revived her so and she began screaming. “I don’t want to be dessert. Let me go and you can fuck me whenever you want,” she pleaded.
“No only one fuck toy per family and your stepmother is it. Besides you taste too sweet not to eat,” he explained licking his lips.
 She screamed as evil Santa lit the fire under the caldron. The water began to warm as Kandy struggled to free herself. Then ten bags of sugar, one for each year of life, were poured over the girl. This would sweeten her meat even more.
The water became to simmer and just when Kandy thought she couldn’t take it any more she was pulled out. A coating of sugar covered her body. Next she was placed on giant cookie sheet and posed.
 Kandy found herself on the wrong side of the oven door. Muffled screams came from the oven as Kandy slowly baked to death.
Gillian had been fascinated as she watched her stepdaughter turned from living girl to her name sake.
That night after a meal of BBQ boy the helpers brought in the dessert. Kandy had been bent to form a cane. Evil Santa bit off one of the tits off and savored the sweet flavor of Kandy.
“Mmm, she is sweet. Try an arm their usually pretty good,” he told Gillian.
 She smiled and took her stepdaughter’s right arm. She ripped a chunk out of her it. It was the most flavorful dessert she had ever had.
 As they ate Kandy, Evil Santa couldn’t help wonder how well Gillian would taste roasted. While she had agreed to become a sex toy he knew that he tire of her sooner than later.

THE END