"no, Please Don't," Little Ashley Folded Her HandsAuthor Note: The author does not condone the immoral
acts portrayed in this story any more than a Hollywood
has written about it. It is an artistic ex
horrible act preformed on me once and it helps me cope,
and if you don't understand the difference between the
two, than not only shouldn't you be reading stories like
these, but you should also not watch those violent
Hollywood movies. Reality, not reality- see the
difference? Please don't hurt anyone- most of all a
"No, please don't," Little Ashley folded her hands in a
begging position as she pleaded, "Please!"
"Then you better do it, or David is going to take that
knife and gut that thing like a fish."
Ashley looked over at her new puppy being held in the
boy's hand. The poor thing seemed so helpless and
scared- kind of like her. She hadn't even come up with a
name that she liked for him yet, and here she was, about
to watch as her sweet little puppy was tortured to death
by some city punks.
She hated moving to this urban semi-slum part of the
city. She had since day one. But never had she hated as
much as she did at this moment. All she had wanted was
to explore this abandoned school and get some alone time
since she ran out of the apartment. She and her mom had
a major fight about her continuing attitude problem.
Of course she had an attitude problem. How could she
not? Ashley's mother had uprooted her after the divorce
and moved her to one of the scummiest parts of a city in
the scummiest part of the state. Her mother had recently
gotten Ashley a puppy in the hopes that it would somehow
make up for her abrupt life change. It hadn't, although
she loved her new puppy.
Ashley did everything she could to make her mother
suffer for what she had done over the past few months,
but now she would so anything to take it all back, to
have her mother rush in and save her. One of the last
things her mother told her was that she has had enough
time to adjust and that she needed to straighten up
before she got into serious trouble. The kind of trouble
her mom was talking about was nothing compared to the
trouble she was in now.
"She ain't going to do it. David! Cut its stomach open!"
"No! Okay! Okay, I'll do it, just don't hurt him."
Ashley's voice was shaky, weak and dry. She couldn't
believe that despite the horror of this moment she would
even think about how thirsty she was.
All three boys were about thirteen or fourteen, and
looked like city-made roughens. Unknown to Ashley, they
always hung out at the old school. Although no one else
really did, thanks to their spray painted graphitic
warnings. They made it look like gang territory, even
though only three of them hung out here. They were in
what undoubtedly used to be a classroom. It had been
vandalized so badly that it looked like a miniature
tornado had ravaged the place.
There was as much broken glass as there were broken
desks, and most of the original paint had long since
flaked off, leaving an almost creepy effect. Ashley had
no idea that this was one of their favorite rooms when
she wandered in. The boys had heard her talking to the
puppy as she came down the hall and hushed themselves,
knowing they were about to have some kind of fun. She
was saying something about still having to come up with
a name for him. They were about to burst out and grab
her when she came in of her own accord.
She had always had the spirit of an explorer, as long as
it was a place worth exploring. She was instantly pushed
into a nearby corner and her pup was snatched from her
arms before she knew what happened. Now they were
blackmailing her to *****. She would give anything to
never have come to this awful place. The thought of her
puppy being tortured was too much for her.
Ashley had paused too long, her brain dazed-out as a
defense mechanism. She felt like she had frozen time as
she stared at her helpless puppy being held hostage.
Then the boy they called David pressed the knife into
the puppy's stomach, puncturing it just enough to make
the innocent canine yelp out in shock and pain as it
wiggled in a futile attempt to escape. One of the dusty
beams of sunlight that pierced into the room through a
cracked window seemed to spotlight the small spot of
blood on her puppy's tummy.
Ashley snapped to, her soft eyes moistening as the true
reality of the situation hit her. "Wait! Okay, I'm doing
it!" Without a moment to lose, she slowly lifted her
shirt up high enough for the boys to see all of her
thin, breastless torso. A tear of frustration swam down
her cheek as she watched the boys gawking at her tight
"Holy ****! Look at that! She don't got no **** at all!"
one of the boys said.
"Yeah she does. Oh no, wait... that's just a bug bite."
The three boys bellowed out in laugher as the little
girl retracted in humiliation. She turned her blushing
face to the side as another shameful tear fell from her
other eye and seemed to race the first one to the bottom
of her chin. As she looked to the side she couldn't help
but notice some colorful graphite that said, "Eric,
David, Terrance- Brothers to the end." She knew there
was no way they could be real brothers.
They looked nothing alike and were all about the same
age, so it must be a guy thing. She knew their faces,
and now she must remember their names for when it came
time to tell her mother and the police about all this.
She knew it had be their names because the one that cut
her puppy was called, "David" by the leader. She could
identify all of them, she thought. They won't get away
"How old are you, oh-tittless-wonder?" the leader asked.
"Ten and a half," Ashley replied.
He looked like a scientist that had just made the
discovery of a lifetime. "Really?" he declared in
matter-a-fact tone, "Ten and a half years old and
wandering around looking to get ******. You must be a
The other two boys snickered. Ashley looked at them with
confusion. She wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't even
sure what he meant by that.
He crossed his arms triumphantly "What's your name,
"A...Ashley," she said.
"Well, 'A-Ashley', take your shirt off."
"Please don't make me do that."
"Unless you want your dog for dinner you'll God damn do
what I say. I swear to ******* God that if you don't
then we'll cut your dog's **** off and make you eat it."
"Yeah," the third boy said, "Korean style sushi."
They all laughed again. Ashley had little choice. She
slowly removed her shirt and held it until the leader
made her throw it on the glass-coated cement floor. As
soon as it fell, Ashley wrapped her arms around her
waist and slouched over her shoulders in feminine
modestly until he ordered her to straighten up and stick
out her chest.
"That's better. You're pretty hot, even if you don't got
no ****. You're ******* tone as hell." He walked right
up to her and started rubbing and pinching at her
nipples while Ashley stood as still as she could. She
tried her best to fight back anymore tears. She hated
them and didn't want them to get anymore satisfaction
out of this then they were already getting.
The girl could see how much they were enjoying it all
and she knew that this wasn't going to end with the mild
nipple torture that she was now enduring, but she
thought that it wouldn't hurt to try. Her denial didn't
last for long.
"Alright, you got what you wanted. Now let my puppy go,"
"Got what we wanted? What makes you think we got what we
wanted?" he said with a sneer. "Take off your jeans.
Ashley didn't bother making an issue out of it. She knew
there would be consequences if she hesitated too long.
She looked downward and watched herself unbuttoning her
pants and lowering her zipper. Slowly she lowered them
passed her hipless pelvis and shut her eyes tightly so
she wouldn't have to see those awful boys, but it didn't
help much. She could see their faces in her mind's eye.
The ****-eating grins they must have right now. After
she slowly pulled them all the way down passed her pink
and white shoes and lacy socks, she stood back up and
opened her eyes to see the boys staring at her bright
pink panties with a tiny bow in the front. She waited
for a comment that never came.
The leader pointed near her shirt on the floor, "Kick
your pants over there. And keep going," he ordered.
She tossed her pants where she was told and hooked her
fingers around the waistband of her new panties and
pulled them down. Nobody had ever seen her nude, not
since she was little, and this new humiliation felt like
it was drowning her. Ashley didn't wait for him to tell
her where to put them. They silently landed on the floor
beside the rest of her clothing, and she immediately
covered her hairless, virgin cunny.
The leader raised his hand in a classic gun shape.
"Stick 'em up!"
Ashley just stood there.
"I said stick 'em up, ****, or you know what'll happen."
Standing there in nothing but her shoes and socks, she
gradually raised her hands in the surrender position,
The boys all laugh at her again. The third boy laughed
the loudest and said, "Hey, she don't got no hair
"No ****, dumb ***," said the leader. "If she don't got
no ****, she ain't got no pubes. I think she's wet. Are
you wet, *****?"
"Wet...?" she repeated timidly.
"Yeah, you know," then he got right up in Ashley's face
and rubbed her little preblossomed slit. The ten year
old gasped out and dropped her arms, half out of fear
and half out of the surprising unwanted tingles that
blasted through her girlhood. The tears welted up in her
eyes like a dam that was ready to burst and her chin
wobbled a few times.
"Hey guys, I think she's wet! This fuckhole is just
asking for it! Now turn around, I want to see your
"My bumper...?" Ashley asked.
"Yeah, your ***, you dumb ****! Do it!"
The crimson faced, frightened girl turned around and the
leader stepped back to get a better view.
"Look," said David. "She's got a ******' great ***.
Let's **** her in it! Make her bend over, Eric. Let's do
"Be patient, dude," said the leader. "We will." So the
leader's name must be Eric, which would make the third
boy Terrence. "Bend over, *****."
Ashley knew there was no way around it, and slowly and
steadily, she complied.
Soon, her front half was hung down just past her waist.
"Good, now spread those sexy little legs of yours," he
demanded. The little girl obeyed, but apparently, it
wasn't far enough. "Wider, God damn it." She scooted her
feet farther apart. "Wider," he said again. She spread
her legs up more. "Wider!" She knew what he wanted, and
she submitted. She spread her legs until they were well
passed her shoulder width.
"That's a gooood ****," he said. Glistening tears slid
down her face as she refused to turn her head and look
at them. That only made her more surprised when she felt
several hands and fingers feeling her ***, slit, and
anus- roaming around in circles and sliding up and down.
Finally, one penetrated her cunny right up to her
treasured hymen. "Well, well, well. No wonder this ****
is wanting some **** so bad. She still has her cherry."
"Not for long," said David.
She heard all three of them chuckle. "Okay, turn back
around, Dimples," Eric said obviously referring to her
Ashley hated these colorful little nicknames that Eric
kept using on her, but she obeyed without complaint and
saw him now rubbing his hard-on through the front of his
pants. Although Ashley didn't completely understand what
it was, the boy obviously had an erection. She did know
something about penises and that they got bigger
somehow, but she hadn't yet fully grasped why.
Then Eric commanded Ashley to climb up on the teacher's
desk, and to lie on her back. The boys came up to her
and she shut her eyes and turned her head. One of the
boys, probably Eric, grabbed her ankles and hiked her
shoed feet up so her legs were spread widely, then he
pushed her knees apart so she looked like a frog lying
on its back.
"Mm, oh, Hell yeah. Look at that little fuckhole just
waiting for some ****. Well, don't worry; we'll give it
Ashley opened her eyes when she heard a zipper sound and
looked at them. Eric was taking out his five inch ****.
It was hard as iron and bent slightly upwards, like a
small banana. He wasted no time as he leaned in to her,
lining it up with her virgin *****. He started pumping
immediately, but Ashley's frightened cunny was
relatively dry, and even with her legs spread so widely,
he had trouble getting it in passed her protective puffy
He began pounding her out of frustration, harder and
harder, until her preteen ***** became unintentionally
wet from the physical poking it was receiving, and the
boy's young ***** slipped in, ripping her sensitive
hymen. Ashley squealed out and could no longer hold back
the tears. She covered her face in shame and pain and
uncontrollably balled. Eric would not have any of that.
He wanted to see her every ex
grabbed her by her tiny wrists, pinned her hands near
her shoulders and kept on banging away with a spaced out
dumb look on his face.
"Oh, **** yeah, you stupid little *****- you love this
****, don't you... ah... you ******' ****. You're
tighter then my little sister, you horny little *****."
Ashley did not answer him. She only sobbed harder.
Eventually, familiar feelings of ************-like
tingles rippled through her tiny ****, but she ignored
them and focused on the fact that she was only passively
letting this boy rape her in order to save her puppy.
"Ah ****... you ******' tight little *****... I'm gonna
shoot in you ***-hole... ah..."
He roared out shamelessly as his warm, white teenage
***** blasted into her. Finally, he tapered his pace
down and pulled out. "****, you guys. She got so God
damned wet, you wouldn't believe it. She loves this
****. Okay... next."
David was the next to come up to her. As he was taking
his hard **** out, Ashley saw her puppy roaming around
on the other side of the room near some glass shards. At
least he was safe for the moment. David grabbed her by
the ankles and forcefully flipped her over so that her
legs were dangling off of the desk.
Like Eric, he only opened his fly and left his pants on.
Leaning into her, he pressed his *****-head to her
delicate entrance, and pushed it in. "Oh God-****! She
really is tighter than your sister, man and that *****
is only nine. ****, I can barely get it in."
Ashley bit her bottom lip as he inched it inside her
moist, pink **** walls. She kept waiting for it to stop,
but it didn't take her long to realize that this boy was
bigger than Eric; bigger and wider. A good six inches
wringed into her constricted passage, and her reflexes
forced her ***** muscles to clench tightly around it.
"Ah ****, this ***** is squeezing my ****. She does love
this. Milk it, you ******' ****- Hell yeah."
Without another word, he plowed her *****, sawing it
back and forth with a skin-slapping noise. Ashley moaned
out. She had managed to stay relatively quiet during her
first rape, but since David was bigger and thicker, she
could not help being vocal. The boys seemed to take her
whimpers as a sign of enjoyment.
"Listen to her! Ya' getting it good, huh, you ***-
dumpster," said Terrence. "-Can't wait for my turn."
Her ***** was now making slurping sounds that now seemed
to echo mockingly in the hollowed classroom. As he
****** her, she felt something that she didn't want to
feel right now anymore then she wanted to be raped. An
****** was approaching. It was nothing that she could
have help. The betrayal of her body was more than Ashley
could take. If she were going to ***, then she would do
it silently. There was no way she would ever let them
know that she was about to have a climax.
Even if it was purely from the physical stimulation, it
was also one that her sexual organ could not understand
was unwanted. They would take it as a sign that she was
enjoying it, and she knew that all too well by the way
they had been acting all along. Her tears hushed as she
bit her bottom lip and concentrated on not having an
******. Perhaps it was from never having sex before, and
therefore it was something totally new, but it felt like
it would be a big one.
Trying to stifle her moans and whimpers had little
success, but she could certainly stealth her ascending
******. She would just tighten her lips and pretend it
"Oh yes, this ******* ***** is getting off on this
****," said Terrence. "Look at her face."
"**** yeah, her **** is soaking wet," moaned David. "Oh
God, I'm gonna ******' blow!" He moaned out like an
animal as he increased his thrusts, bringing Ashley
right to the edge or a mind blowing ******. "No," she
thought, "I can't give them the satisfaction."
Luckily, he blew his load into her cunny, groaning out
to the point of a young masculine scream. He quickly
slowed his pace and held his **** in her for a moment,
panting. When he pulled it out, it was like yanking a
**** out of a ***-filled bottle. The two boys' juices
came dribbling out and ran down her legs. Ashley stayed
where she was; knowing that trying to get up was
Much to her degradation, she let herself continue to be
exposed, and actually wished that the third boy would
hurry up and stick it in just so they couldn't see her
***-soaked ***** anymore. She was unsure of which
indignity was worse, but at this point, she just wanted
to get it over with.
"Want some more?" asked Terrence. "Well, here it comes,
****." Enough time had passed so that her approaching
****** had receded, but she knew it wouldn't take long
for it to build right back up. She was relieved when
Terrence put his young **** in her and it was the
smallest of them all. Her cunny was sore, and she was
glad that this was almost over with. With only his
zipper open, he shoved it in and wasted no time.
Grabbing her around her hipless middle, he lifted her
*** up slightly and adjusted her so that her knees were
on the desk.
She pressed her head down to the cool desk and her arms
bent at the elbows resting near her sides and head.
Ashley was in the most sluttish and submissive doggie
style a girl could be in. The horny boy yanked her into
him while he clumsily humped her from behind. His ****
was no bigger than four or four and a half inches and
not much thicker than his middle finger, which only made
it more surprising when her ****** built straight back
up to where it was. She must resist. She whimpered and
pressed her open palms on the dirty desktop. "No," she
thought, "go away!"
It did no good- she couldn't wish it away. She couldn't
deny that because of its smaller size, there was no pain
at all- only pleasure. Panting, as much out of
frustration as feeling that delicious pleasure, the
****** hit her like a tidal wave. The shame and
humiliation only seemed to add to it for her and she
could hide it no longer. She began to *** harder than
she ever had before. For just a few seconds, she was no
longer being raped.
For just that brief moment, she was getting off and
loving it. She screamed out loud without the slightest
hint of embarrassment as she instinctively gripped and
dug her tiny fingernails into the desk, clawing like a
cat in heat, and she felt as high as any drug could have
ever gotten her. She was still in the middle of her
colossal ****** when Terrence, probably on accident,
slipped out as he pumped, and his juicy wet *****
slipped straight up her slit, and directly into her
tight, little *******.
She felt him explode a lustful array of ***** into her
rectum without missing a beat. This only added to her
taboo ******. She splayed her arms and legs outwardly,
his young balls tapping against her cunny wildly. The
little girl screamed in pleasure as her ***** pulsated
almost furiously and her body gyrated helplessly.
When it was over, he had slowed to a stop and held his
***** up her *** for a time. It was only then that she
felt the shame of what had happened to her- the way she
"Hang on a sec," said Terrence. Almost immediately
following that, Ashley felt a warm liquid sensation
filling her *******. "Ahh, hey guys, I'm ******* up this
******* ***." The boys all laughed and it only added to
her shame, tipping her emotions back to a tearful
disgrace. He pulled out and the young girl tried to hold
the **** in, but like the cork of a freshly opened wine,
it drained out, running down her ***** slit like a
ditch. They laughed again.
With all of their dicks put away, they allowed her to
get dressed, still chuckling and making comments about
what a **** she was for getting off on it so hard. As if
she wasn't mortified enough, Eric had one last thing to
say to her as she shook the tiny pieces of glass out of
"Now ****, we're going to keep your dog, and if you
don't come back tomorrow, we're going to cut it up and
mail the pieces to you one at a time."
"You can't do that," she said, holding her shirt over
her now panty-clad body. "You said you give him back to
me if I did what you wanted."
"No I didn't. I just said that we would cut him up if
you didn't do what we wanted, and we won't. And now what
we want is for you to come back tomorrow for more. You
haven't even sucked our *****... well, not yet you
"Please..." she begged.
"Aw, you don't have to say please. We'll let you suck
our *****. If your puppy lives long enough, we may even
let you **** him too. I could tell by how hard you came
that you can't get enough. I think I've even got the
perfect name for this mutt- how does ****-Buster sound
to you, ****? We'll call him buster for short. My
parents said I could have a dog. I think I'll let him
practice on my **** of a sister. She loves **** too.
We'll get him trained for you, ****."
Ashley truly hated city life.
drn4321 46-50, M 3 Responses 1 Jul 18, 2011