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Subject: {ASSM} "a gang rape for ashley (rape, snuff)
Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 15:10:02 -0400
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A Gang Rape for Ashley
By Dirk Stallion


Disclaimer:  Some people have dark and twisted fantasy
lives—lives that we did not choose.  You, however, can choose
whether or not to read about such fantasies in detail.  If you find
such material upsetting or offensive, it is the height of idiocy to
willfully expose yourself to it.  It’s BAD for you.

*     *     *


“Please… please… oh god… I want my
mommy…”

We had to laugh.  She laid there on her back—on the clean white
sheet that covered the floor—cuffed at wrists and ankles.  The
little bitch had an absurdly well-developed body.  She a tiny frame,
from which two perfect B-cup handfuls poked, through a tight white
baby tee that didn’t even cover her navel. Her waist was tiny,
but her ass was big and round, jutting out obscenely through her blue
gym shorts.  Her lovely bare legs were a sculpted feast of creamy
baby-soft skin, and I shuddered in delight knowing that I would soon
see her fully nude.

She was a flat-out knockout.  Her angelic face had big, brown doe
eyes, framed with tears and wavy golden hair.  She *did* look like a
child.  But from the way she dressed, it was obvious that she was the
kind of precocious 7th grade bitch who was already strutting around
school smugly aware of her natural beauty and budding sexuality. 
Amazing how slutty some little girls can be nowadays.  Every guy at
her school—student and teacher alike—must’ve wanted
to stick his dick inside her.  And now this slut was sobbing for
mommy, like a baby.  It was honestly pretty funny.

“Jesus Christ, bitch, we haven’t even touched you
yet…”

Mike, Lance, and I knelt around her, almost reverently, not touching. 
It was a beautiful thing to see her already so worked up into a panic,
before she had suffered the slightest violation.  Well, ok, I had
grabbed her tits and ass a bit after I had safely captured her, before
the other guys got here. I couldn’t help it.  But honestly, that
was it.

“Oh god, oh god, p-p-p-p-p-please, p-p-p-please, just let me go,
I’ll, I’ll, I’ll, my dad’ll give you all the
money in the world, I swear to god…”

Seeing her own trussed body in the large color monitors must’ve
been making her a little uneasy too.  Three black tripod cameras
stared down at her heartlessly.

I spoke to her in a gentle, fatherly voice. “Calm down,
sweetheart, just calm down.  God, why are you freaking out?” 
The guys snickered.  “Seriously, just calm down and stop crying,
and everything’ll be fine. That’s a good girl.”

“W-w-w-w-what’re you going to do to me?” she
pleaded.  Her voice was so adorably tiny, I wanted to plug her throat
with my cock right then and there.

“We’re just making a documentary, sweetheart.  Just calm
down, and be quiet, and everything’ll be fine.”  She
actually looked like she was believing me for a second, until she
noticed that Mike and Lance were taking their pants off.  She started
to freak out again.

“What did I say?  Just shut up and don’t cry and
you’ll be fine.  Otherwise I’m going to let these guys
hurt you.  Ok?  Be quiet.”

“Oh please let me hurt her…” muttered Lance, who had
started stroking his cock.

“No, she’s going to be a good girl.  Right sweetie?”
 She gave me a priceless look, full of wide-eyed hope, and nodded
quickly.

“You have such gorgeous tits,” complimented Mike, who was
also stroking.  Almost immediately she moved to cover them with her
arms, but I caught her, and pinned her cuffed hands above her head, to
the floor.

“No, sweetheart, let him look.  They *are* very nice.  Poke them
out a little for me.”

With three pairs of eyes and three cameras on her tits, she was
clearly very self-conscious of that tight, slutty top.

“Poke them out, bitch, or we hurt you,”  Mike reminded
her, and our doll obeyed.  Mike instantly began fondling her chest,
and I had to keep her hands firmly down above her head as she wiggled
in protest.

“Don’t cry, remember?  I’m going to hold your hands
while Mike plays with your pretty tits.  No, don’t roll over.  I
want to ask you some questions.”  Lance had closed in as well,
and he and Mike began competing, four greedy adult hands on two
brimming B-cups.  It was a delight to hold her in place as they began
molesting her.

“Have you ever had sex before, honey?”  She was starting
to cry again.  “No, no crying… have you ever been fucked
before?  Ever had a big dick inside you?  Hmm…?”  I kept
up the reassuring, fatherly tone.  Mike was fiddling with her bra
strap.

“No…”  She whispered.  Her deep brown eyes were wide
with fear.  She must’ve known at this point that she was about
to be gang raped on camera.  Hell of a way to lose your virginity.

“Really?  Never had a dick in you anywhere?  Not even your
mouth?  Tell the truth, honey.  I’ll know if you’re
lying…”

“Answer him, bitch,”  growled Lance, giving one of her
little nipples a nice hard pinch. She shrieked.

“See, you have to be a good girl,”  I reminded her.
“Lance likes to hurt people, so you gotta be good,”

“N-n-n-no…” she quavered.  “I haven’t
had, had, had, had, had any s-s-sex…p-p-please don’t hurt
me any more, *please*…”.  She squirmed again as Mike
started pulling up her tiny top, nice and slow.  What a pleasure it
was to feel her struggle against me as her lovely young tits were
bared for the cameras!

“God, those are amazing.  Don’t touch ‘em
yet.”  I reminded the guys.  We had agreed to go slow, but I
knew Lance was dying to grind one to a pulp between his molars.  We
gave the cameras a long, tantalizing look at our lovely prisoner and
her freshly bared titties.  Her areolas were small and pink, and the
nipples were even a little erect.  We stared ravenously, in ominous
silence, and she actually began to blush.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been fucked,”  I
sighed, admiring her.  Mike slowly began slipping her shorts down, and
it was a joy to see her silky white panties exposed.  The little bitch
was dressed like a slut right down to her panties.  Go figure.

“Why didn’t your dad ever fuck you?  Hmm?  Hey, answer me.
 Do you ever think about your dad fucking you?”  She shook her
head.  “No?  Well I want you to think about it for a sec.  Right
now.  I want you to picture your dad on top of you right now, with his
big hairy dick deep inside of you.”

“Do it or I’ll kill you…” panted Lance, who
was stroking like a madman, eyes wild.

“I am… I am…”  she quickly promised, lips
trembling.

“Good girl.  It’s very important that you do that, if you
don’t want Lance to kill you.  Imagine daddy fucking you, nice
and hard, and what that would feel like.  No, don’t cry,
sweetie… Just picture your daddy fucking you, good and hard. 
Are you picturing that?”

She nodded.  The look on her face was perfectly convincing.  She
looked scared and sick in a beautiful new way, like she could vividly
imagine her own daddy on top of her, mad with lust, his cock pumping
her tiny fuckhole.

“Good.  ‘Cause your daddy *wants* to fuck you.  He’s
wanted to fuck you for years!  Like, since you were a very little
girl.  Did you know that?”

I moved out of the way as Lance and Mike started to prep the little
bitch for her first fuck: undoing the ankle cuffs, recuffing her hands
securely behind her back, and dressing her down to nothing but her
tiny white socks and panties.  I took off my pants and started to
stroke, watching in fascination and excitement as she struggled in
vain underneath their strong hands.

“Keep her centered, right there. Yeah, I know yer dad pretty
well, actually.  Arnold, right?  And you’re Ashley?”

She stared at me in alarm.

“Yup.  Honey, that’s why you’re *here*.  Your daddy
didn’t have the balls to fuck you himself, so he asked us to do
it.”

“Yeah, so he could watch it on television,”  Mike put in. 
Lance snickered.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell you all this,”
 I shook my head in mock concern.  “He really didn’t tell
you that he was going to have you professionally fucked?  Damn.  He
really didn’t tell you…?”

Little Ashley was sobbing.  “Nooooooooooooooo…”

“Damn.  Maybe we should let her go,”  said Mike with a
straight face.  You should have seen little Ashley’s reaction to
*that* one.  “I mean, she looks a little young for all
this.”

“Oh god, oh please please please please let me go…
I’m 12… I’m only 12… I swear ta god… my
dad dinint tell me about it…. I swear….oh
pleeeeeease…” Her teary eyes were huge with desperate
hope, like wide open windows into the mind of a dumb animal.
We let her calm down as we pretended to discuss taking her home.

“Ok, Ashley, here’s the deal.  We need to take you home. 
But none of us has tasted a preteen pussy before.  So if you’ll
just relax and let us taste you real quick, we can let you go.”

Ashley, dumb little bitch that she was, allowed us to peel her panties
off, spread her legs, and one by one bury our faces in her preteen
pussy.  Her smell was intoxicating, and she actually had wispy,
duckling-soft blonde hair.  Her slit was adorably tiny; it was hard to
believe that I would soon be forcing my dick into it.  She laid
obediently still, just like a little kid.  Our little 12 year-old
beauty had become a porn star.

I don’t know if she really enjoyed it at all, since she
didn’t seem to get very wet.   But she sure as hell was relaxed
by the time we decided that it was time to bring her final moments of
comfort to an end.  In mutual agreement, we positioned ourselves,
making sure that all the monitors had a full view of hot baby Ashley.

“Please let me go now…?”  her lovely little voice
piped up uncertainly.

Mike was between her legs, his thick cock hardening anew.  He was
rubbing it against her tiny pussy in a gentle rhythm.   Lance and I
were already holding her down, preparing for the magic moment.  The
deal was that Mike would take her pussy, I would take her ass, and
Lance would take…
 
A dim little bulb clicked on in the bitch’s head, and she began
to scream and kick.  The dumb preteen slut that had obediently let us
eat her pussy realized too late that she had been cheated.  Lance and
I were at her sides, each holding a shoulder and a leg.  The tiny girl
thrashed helplessly like an animal in a trap.  Lance and I held firm,
helping Mike to keep the tiny legs apart.  Without so much as a finger
fuck, Mike began the slow task of forcing his thick shaft into her
tiny virgin fuckhole.

Helping to hold down a gorgeous 12-year-old girl as her virginity is
brutally raped away is a unique privilege.  It was utterly delicious
to watch the utter pain and humiliation in little Ashley’s face
as she slowly lost the struggle.  With our enthusiastic support,
Mike’s forceful pushing began to split Ashley’s tiny
groove.  I watched closely, fascinated.

“Rip into her, man….rip into the bitch…”

Mike suddenly slammed into Ashley with a single violent stab, and she
tore.  A shrill scream, then she was bawling like a baby, at his
mercy. We no longer needed to hold the bitch, and just enjoyed the
show, pinching and pulling her little nipples as she was raped.  He
raped her with great, lustful stabs, each tearing new beautiful noises
from the child’s throat.

“Harder, man… fuck the little bitch to
*death*…”

“Slap her face….”

Ashley was a gorgeous little slut, and assisting her rape was an
incredible thrill for me.  We took our turns, 2 or 3 apiece,
delighting in her nonstop degradation.

“God, she’s getting so bloody…and she’s still
so tight…”

I raped the bitch as hard as I could, loving the impossibly snug fit
of her preteen cunt.  Her soft skin wriggled helplessly underneath me,
and it was all I could do to hold back my come.  The boys cheered me
on and tormented her.

“Slap her harder…”

“Look what she does when I do *this* to her tits…check her
out!!”

Lance was getting a lot more violent, and nearly strangled her to
death during his last turn raping her.

“Shit, don’t kill her yet...”

We finally stood up, and surveyed our work.  The hot little bitch laid
uncomfortably on her back, sobbing in pain and terror, bleeding from
her tiny slit.  She looked angelic.

“God, she’s a sexy little fuck…”

“Leave her alone for a while…let her calm down.”

“Yeah…calm down Ashley.  We’ll take you home.”

We waited for her to calm down and stop crying before we flipped her
over.

“This is going to hurt a LOT, sweetheart…”

It was a hell of a struggle—one that I looked forward to
watching later on that night—but we finally got the newly
hysterical Ashley on her knees, face mashed to the floor, and her
creamy bubble butt in the air.  I gave the 12-year-old slut’s
tiny pink asshole a lick, then spit on it.

“Oh please no… oh please no….please
don’t…noooooooooo…”  she blubbered.

I forced my way into Ashley’s impossibly tight asshole as she
shreiked and wiggled.  To my deep gratitude, the boys did a fine job
of holding her in place for me until I was deep enough to rape her ass
without help.  I kept shoving, feeling her gorgeous butt tear open. 
It took quite a bit of struggling and force before I could start
raping her ass in a nice rhythm.  She was bawling again.

“God, this feels soooo damn good!!  Holy fuck!!”  I
slapped her ass as hard as I could, and raped it violently, trying to
tear her as much as possible.  I couldn’t get enough of this
little bitch!

“Start lighting up those cigarettes, guys…” I
panted.  We had a pack of cloves—they burn hotter.  Mike and
Lance got a couple hot cherries going, and I felt a rush of
anticipation as I kept raping little Ashley’s soft, creamy ass. 
I took a cig.

“Hold her…”  I warned.  “Ashley, I’m
going to put this cigarette out on your ass.”  She screamed and
cried, begging me so desperately.  The boys held her tight.  I almost
came right there.

“Yes, sweetheart.  It’s going to hurt like all hell. 
Ready?  Sweetheart?  Are you ready?”

“WHY???”  she shrieked.

“Because you’re a worthless slut.”  I told her. 
“ And because I like what you do when you’re in
pain.”

My dick still plugging her tight 12 year old asshole, I pushed the
red-hot cherry into the soft flesh of her ass.  She started screaming
and bucking like crazy!  It felt too good.

“God honey… I’m going to have to do that
again…you don’t mind, do you?”

“Give me a turn!”  Lance exclaimed.  

Ashley’s creamy, bent-over ass looked prettier than ever as I
kept raping it and the three of us tortured her, putting our cigs out
all over her soft white assflesh. Mike stuffed her panties into her
mouth to shut her up a little, but the cries of agony were still loud
and clear. Lance moved on to her legs and thighs as she thrashed and
blubbered in agony.  I stopped pumping, and jammed my dick firmly up
her gorgeous ass as far as it would go, keeping her firmly impaled as
we tortured her.

I had never had a better fuck. I tried to hold back, but the hot
little whore thrashing around on my dick was too much for me.  I blew
my load deep inside her 12 year-old ass as Lance was grinding the
umpteenth cigarette cherry into a particularly soft spot on her inner
thigh.

I pulled out of her ass, quivering with satisfaction.  We stood back
for a moment to admire our handiwork.  Little Ashley was curling up
into a whimpering ball, still centered for the cameras.  Her young
flesh still looked so clean and inviting, even with the cigarette
burns peppering her legs and ass.  I started calming her down again.

“We’re really sorry, Ashley.  I guess we lost control. 
Please stop crying, sweetheart.  Here, put yer clothes on. 
We’re going to have to take you home.  Your parents are probably
worried sick…”

“Please take me home…please…”  We allowed her
to put her panties and slutty tee back on, but conveniently withheld
her other clothes.

“Stay right where you are, Ashley.  Good girl.  Stay.  Now stop
crying and we will, we’ll take you home.”  She gave it a
brave try, wiping her eyes and nose, and trying to sit with some
semblance of modesty.  We had to wait awhile.  We must have been a
little hard to trust at this point, especially since we were all still
naked from the waist down, in various stages of arousal.

“Good girl.  Now here’s the deal.  Remember all the owies
we gave you with the cigarettes?”

She nodded, looking ready to burst out crying again.  I admired anew
how sexy and innocent she was, all at once.  Her tiny tits poked
through the tight tee, helplessly.  Our adorable little princess,
repackaged like the slut she was, looked good enough for another long
gangrape.

“Well, that was nothing compared to what we’re going to do
to you right now.”  Lance, on cue, produced a razor-sharp steel
hunting knife.  Her doe eyes registered blank shock.  You could almost
hear her heart stop.

“We’re going to butcher you alive, sweetheart. 
We’re going to slowly cut up your perfect little body. 
It’ll probably take all night. You’ll be in more pain than
you can imagine for hours and hours and hours.  We’re going to
rape you and torture you and cut your pretty body up until you die,
because you’re nothing but a piece of hot fuck meat. And
there’s not a thing you can do about it.  So stop crying, for
god’s sake.”

It took us a long time to convince little Ashley that I was just
kidding.

“Look, as long as you let us give you a good long spanking, we
won’t cut you up.  Or torture you.  Or kill you.  K?  If you can
stay on all fours with your pretty ass in the air for two minutes
without crying, then we won’t cut you.  Deal?”

What choice did she have?

“No, darling.  Panties off.  Right now, sweetheart.  Move over a
little.  Good, now arch your back.  More.  Ass in the air, honey.  Ass
in the air.  Oops, don’t cry!  Ok, now stay just like that. 
Just for two minutes.  If you can stay just like that for two minutes,
we won’t kill you.  That’s fair, isn’t it?”

Little Ashley looked like the slut-doll of the century, posing so
obediently. We all had leather belts on, and began taking turns
whipping her like a slave.  And like the perfect slut doll she was,
she kept her back arched and allowed us to beat her lovely round ass. 
The whipping went on for a good while longer than 2 minutes, though. 
We beat her like a dumb animal, each of us enjoying our next turn more
than the last.

“Look at this whore.  She loves it!”  The lashes must have
felt extra good against all the fresh little burn spots.

As expected, we whipped the little bitch so badly that she began to
sob hysterically, despite our warnings and death threats.

Fully erect, the three of us treated her to another violent gang-rape.
 Mike and Lance both got to fuck her ass for the first time, and enjoy
the thrill of snuffing a few more cigs on it as their dicks were
buried to the hilt.

“Empty it all in her mouth…”

With the help of a few more threats and a few loud slaps on her pretty
face, we convinced the slut to keep her mouth wide open as we fucked
her face one by one.

“No, swallow it all…every little bit, honey…”

I went last, just after two thick loads had been blown into her mouth.
 The feeling was incredible. I fucked her face in ecstasy, come
trickling from the corners of her hot little mouth.  She gagged and
choked as I fucked the hot fuck-goo deep into her throat, not letting
up.

“Don’t bite, bitch.”

I blew my own load into her throat, my dick pulsing spastically.  New
tears welled up in her eyes as she gasped for air.  I force-fucked her
throat as waves of pleasure washed over me.  It was a long orgasm, and
it took a good long while to finish forcing all those thick, smelly
loads of dick juice down her throat.  She made adorable choking noises
all the while, and I made sure to wipe the white gobs that she spat up
back into her mouth.  It was a legendary face fuck, and I felt proud
to have done it.

“Wow, sweetheart.  You just swallowed a fuck of a lot of come. 
Did you like that?’

The look on twelve year old Ashley’s face was priceless.  She
clearly felt like the dirtiest, sluttiest whore that had ever lived.

“God, the whore loved it.  Look at her…”

We laughed as she cried, fondling our doll.  She was exhausted, barely
struggling.

It was time for hot little Ashley to be butchered alive.

My heart was beating with wild anticipation, even fear.  I knew that
Lance was going to do most of the dirty work, but I had never
witnessed such a heroically cruel deed.

Mike and I cuffed her hands, stuffed her panties back into her mouth,
and sat back to enjoy the erotic horror show. Mike and I were a rapt
audience, masturbating energetically as Lance went to work with slow
precision.  I had never seen anything like it.  Ashley was thrashing
hysterically, in an utter panic as Lance began slowly butchering her
alive with the blade.  It was a terrible, incredible thrill to watch
him struggle with her—she fought like a wild animal, making
shrill, inhuman noises as the blade sank into her flesh like warm
butter.

We watched, horrified, transfixed, and deliriously aroused as baby
Ashley’s blood began to stain the white sheet.  My heart was now
almost in a panic, but I couldn’t look away.  His hand was on
her chest, holding her firmly in place as he began slowly raping her
with the jagged blade.

“Holy shit…”

“Oh my god…”

The show was unforgettable.  I felt a love and respect beyond words
for Lance.  With a professional sense of pacing and timing, he was
cutting a beautiful, innocent girl to ribbons—just for the
thrill of it.

She was thrashing far too much, like a fish out of water.  Mike
eventually had to help hold her down and spread her legs, allowing
Lance to better concentrate on knife-raping her tight pussy.  The
panties in her mouth barely muffled her screams of pain.  I watched,
electrified, as he quickened his rhythm. I couldn’t believe that
I was watching this hot preteen bitch get raped with a hunting knife! 
 It was unbelievably sexy.  She bucked and whined incessantly, and I
realized that Lance was gently rubbing her clitoris even as the blade
tore the insides of her pussy to shreds.  The little bitch may well
have been having her first orgasm!  It sure as fuck looked like it.

“Fuck her harder…!”  I breathed, almost ready to
join in myself.  Lance read my mind.

“Undo the cuffs and help hold her down,”  he ordered.

She flailed like never before when we took the cuffs off, fighting for
her worthless little life.  It was all Mike and I could do to hold her
in place.  My dick throbbed with an excitement I had never known; to
watch a girl this hot get butchered alive was one thing, but to hold
her down as it occurred was quite another.

A pool of blood was collecting underneath her ass.  Lance kept raping
her with the knife, his strokes increasing with passion as she wiggled
and thrashed, trying in vain to pull her little body off of the blade.

“Give her a good stab…c’mon…stop
teasing…”

Lance grinned, and suddenly jammed the blade deep into her pussy in
one swift, brutal motion.  A disconcertingly long, shrill scream tore
from her, barely filtered by the panties stuffed in her throat.  Lance
was twisting the blade, goring her tender preteen cunt from within. 
His eyes were wild and glazed.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come!  Hold the knife for a
sec…” and Lance suddenly pulled the wadded panties from
the bitch’s mouth, and her unfiltered, nerve-raking screams
erupted into the room.

“Oh fuck yeah….that’s *music*, baby…” 
Within seconds his dick was spitting fat, fresh gobs of jizz.  Lance
made sure that every drop fell onto the slut’s panties.  He took
his place back at the knife handle protruding from Ashley’s
ruined slit, allowing Mike and I to take our turns.  We jerked 2 more
loads onto the soiled scrap of fabric that once hugged little
Ashley’s perfect virgin ass and cunt, and then shoved the gooey
gag back into her throat with relish.  Her face was wild with sick
agony and humiliation, and a warm thrill gripped me as I realized that
she would die while choking on our sperm.

Our fight to hold her in place peaked as Lance painstakingly removed
her right nipple.  We made sure to hold her in full view of a monitor
so she could watch her own breasts being butchered.

“Hold still, bitch…hold still…fucking hold
still…no, keep watching the TV, or we’ll kill
you…look at your pretty tits…that’s right…look
into the camera and say hi to your daddy…”

The blade sank into her pure, creamy skin with ease, painting it
crimson.  Lance removed a large creamy slab of her right breast with
slow sawing motions, struggling against himself not to cut her up too
fast.  Her mutilated little body began to shudder and heave, and the
fight quickly ebbed from our sweet doll.  The blood loss was turning
her a translucent white.

We took turns fucking the obscenely ravaged body of the dying angel,
slapping her awake for as long as we could.  She died aware of little
more than the agony of her mutilated slit, the wad of come plugging
her windpipe, and her three devoted lovers gang-raping her, over and
over and over again.  The last time we came, it was inside her dead
body.


[Epilogue]

The tape became a notorious underground success, for good reason.  For
months it was the only thing I wanted to masturbate to.  But the real
pleasure came from every new person that we shared it with.  I’m
not just talking about all the money, money that would made more
movies possible.  It’s basking in the passionate gratitude of so
many delighted viewers that makes every little bit worthwhile.  Good
night, sweet Ashley.  You’ve brought untold pleasure to
countless men at this writing.  I’ll watch you die again
tonight.


*	*	*

If you enjoyed this story, I’d love to hear from
you—feedback always encourages me to write more:

Predator_666us@yahoo.com

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