Message-ID: <32491asstr$1000149002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: predator_666us@yahoo.com (dirk stallion) X-Original-Message-ID: <2ea196df.0109100333.1501ca23@posting.google.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 10 Sep 2001 11:33:40 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 10 Sep 2001 04:33:39 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} "a gang rape for ashley (rape, snuff) X-Original-Subject: "a gang rape for ashley Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 15:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw, gill-bates 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 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+