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Subject: {ASSM} i never meant for any of this to happen (2/?) m/f, n/c
Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2003 02:10:03 -0400
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none of this is true.  its all from sick sad mind, which is why im
taking lots and lots of colorful pills.  i have green, blue, and
purple, but the pink ones are my favorites.

um, yeah...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~	The next day someone else was watching me.  I
wouldn't really have called it watching, she was upstairs while of the
children remained down in the basement.  All of t he children were
boys except one, a little girl about five years old.  Tiffany was her
name with wavy blonde hair and green eyes.  She was the only child of
a divorced women; her mother would doll her up in little dresses each
day.  She was a very quiet, solitary girl, but at the same time craved
attention.  Tiffany was an easy target.

	It must have been a holiday or something, but for some reason all of
us were off from school.  Everyone but Tiffany and me was outside
playing.  That day was the day I had her.  Being young, I wasn't very
smart in my approach; rather I was a little forceful.  "Tiffany, want
to play a game?" I asked.
	Her eyes glued to the television, but paying attention, "Huh?  Yea."
	"Come with me and lets pick one out," I said holding out my hand. 
She got up, taking a minute to straighten out her blue dress she was
wearing that day, and grabbed my hand.  I slowly led her to a closet
where all of the games were kept, closed and locked the door behind
us, and turned on the light.
	"What game are we going to play?" Tiffany asked.
	"Hum, how about doctor?"
	"Doctor?"
	"Yea, like when you go to the doctor and he gives you a check-up. 
I'll be the doctor and you be the patient."
	"Umm, okay."
	I looked on the shelf and found the toy doctor instruments.  I put on
the blue stethoscope, with red earpieces and blue tubes, and asked
Tiffany, “So, you have a stomach ache?”
	“Yeah, I guess so.”
	I took the receiver of the stethoscope and placed it against her
chest, “breathe in.  Now breath out.  Okay, I can’t hear
your heart.  Lift up your dress so I can hear it better.”
	Shaking her head, “No, I can’t, I’m not allowed
to.”
	“You have to, it’s a part of the game, Tiff.”
	“I can’t.  My mommy says that if anyone asks me to do
anything naughty to tell them ‘no’ then tell an
adult.”
	“If you don’t tell anyone, they won’t know.”
	“But…” Tiffany whined.
	I stepped in closer, “Do it Tiffany!”
	“But…” she whined again.  I reached down and lifted
her dress up, pulling it off over her head.  “No!  Stop! 
Please!”
	I put my hand over her mouth, “Don’t say another word or
I’ll hurt you, understand?”
	Tiffany nodded yes.
	“Good.  Now I’m going to remove my hand, don’t even
squeak.”  My hand fell from her lips to her belly.  I slid my
hand over her panties, down between her legs.  Tiffany tried to back
away from me.  I slid my hand back up to the top of her white panties
pulling the elastic band out and pulling down on them.  Tiffany began
to cry as the panties past her knees and landed at her feet.  I bent
down and pulled them off of her ankles then looking up at her and
said, “You’re a really ugly girl, Tiffany.”
	“No I’m not!” she yelled back.
	My right hand jumped to her throat, “I told you not to make a
sound!”  Tiffany’s mouth opened as my hand constricted
around her throat.  I shoved her panties down her open mouth and let
her go.  “You’re an ugly, nasty girl.  Naked with your
dirty smelly panties in your mouth.  You should be punished.”
	Tiffany’s eyes grew wide and she began to shake her head back
and forth, raising her palms towards me, as if to protect herself.  I
grabbed a hold of one of her wrists and twisted it around; turning her
body, then shoved her in the middle of her back, her body hitting the
wall.  Tiffany didn’t fight back.  I ran my hand over her round,
firm, pale white, five year old ass.  I reached back and spanked her
ass with all the force I could muster.  Her scream got lost in her
panties.  I turned her back around to face me.  I watched as the tears
fell from her eyes down her red cheeks.
	I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, “Spread your legs
apart.”
	I looked down and watched as she slowly inched them apart.  I grew
inpatient and kicked her left foot out then fell to my knees.  I
looked into her eyes and smiled, she closed her eyes and looked away,
I dropped my eyes back down and started at her pussy.  Bare, round,
puffy little pussy, the lips tightly sealed together.  I began to run
my finger over her slit, pushing my finger in, slowly separating the
folds of her pussy.  I could hear her crying, I could she how her body
shook as she cried, I heard her suck the snot back into her nose.  The
more she showed me how much I was hurting her, the more I wanted to. 
I pushed up into her, stretching her, the skin of her pussy clinging
to my finger as I pushed my way into her little cunt.  I pulled my
finger away and stood back up.  I grabbed Tiffany by her shoulders and
pushed her face against the wall again, her hands quickly covering her
ass.  I pulled them away and lifted them over her head, holding them
together, pinning her against the wall with my left hand.  My right
hand fell on top of her ass and I began to slide it between her
cheeks, separating them, then finding the right spot, I began to push
in.  Tiffany bawled.  I pushed in harder, move my finger in and out of
her forcibly tight asshole.  Tiffany fell to the floor; her body limp
against the ground.  I pulled the panties from her mouth and wiped off
what blood and shit I could.

	Five minutes passed before she came to.  She looked at me and began
to cry.  I kicked her in her stomach, “Get on your knees!”
	Slowly Tiffany did.  She folded her legs and half and rested her ass
against her feet, her back slouched and her head down.
	“Unzip my pants.”
	Her hands shook as her tiny fingers unbuttoned my jeans then pulled
the brass zipper down.  I reached into my underwear and pulled my dick
out.  Tiffany began to cry again.
	“Open your mouth and suck on it.”
	Tiffany looked at my cock and nervously touched it then put the head
of my cock against her lips.  I reached for the back of her head and
pushed her blonde curls into my pelvis.  Tiffany’s lips parted
and her mouth opened.  The little girl began to suck my dick like it
was a lollipop.  I looked down at her and smiled, watching her suck on
half of my dick.  After a few minutes I pushed her off of me, Tiffany
falling back down to the floor.
	“Get dressed, ugly girl.  Remember, tell anyone and I’ll
hurt you even worse!”  I then left the closet.
	Every morning, before school, I’d get Tiffany to sit next to me
with a blanket covering us, my fingers between her legs, under her
panties, inside her tiny cunt.  Every afternoon her dress would be
lifted up, panties off and in her mouth, her ass being violated, and
then finishing off with her pretty little lips wrapped around my dick.
 The little curly blonde hair, blue-eyed, five year old girl never
told anyone, never fought me.  I lost interest in her after a few
weeks.  But about that time a girl older by a few years started
showing up.

	Lauren.  Straight dirty blonde hair and wonderfully thin pink lips. 
Lauren was around a year younger than me.  The first time I saw her
she was sitting in Tiffany’s usual place with the blanket on the
couch.  Tiffany was on the floor in front of her.  With Lauren, I
didn’t even try to get her alone.  I saw her, wanted her, wanted
to see her cry.  I sat down next to her and pulled the blanket up over
me, sliding next to her, laying my hand upon her knee, finding her
skin instead of cloth.  My hand shot up her leg to the hem of a pair
of shorts.  “Stop it!”  Lauren yelled at me, pushing my
hand away.  I looked at her and smiled.  After waiting a minute I
placed my hand on her stomach and tried to force my hand down her
shorts.  “Stop touching me or I’ll tell!”  Lauren
yelled again.
Tiffany looked at her with blue eyes, then looked at me and saw the
smile I wore from cheek to cheek.
 	 I grabbed Lauren’s legs and pulled them on to my lap and slid
her body over mine and forced my chest down upon her stretched out
body and covered her mouth with my left hand.  “Sshhh!”  I
whispered as I slid my right hand back and forth over her stomach
slowly pulling her shirt up.
	Lauren tried to fight me off, shaking her body, trying to lift
herself up with her arms, trying to push me off, eventually stopping
as my hand slid under her shorts, felling my hand inch down between
her legs, knowing that the only thing that separated my fingers and
her pussy was a thin piece of cotton.  She shook her head, no, as I
pulled my hand up and lifted the elastic band of her panties and
slowly pushed down against her pelvis, her skin lifting up and moving
down like a wave moving onto the beach.  My fingers felt the soft tips
of hair randomly spread upon her fleshy mound.  I used my index and
ring finger to separate the lips of her soon to be abused cunt and let
my middle finger slide down her slit.  The folds revealed her dampness
and her excitement.  Her clit was hardened and her pussy wet.  I was a
little astonished at this.  Tiffany was never like this.  Not knowing
exactly what the hell I was doing I played with her clit a bit,
sliding my finger around it, running my finger over it.  Sliding my
finger down her slit to find her pussy even wetter as I occasionally
slid my finger into her.
	Lauren was still crying, her sobs still muffled under my hand, but
the more I let my finger touch and rub the more she spread her legs,
as if she enjoyed it.
	“Alright kids time for school!” a voice came from
upstairs.
	I whispered into Lauren’s ear, “Tell anyone and I hurt
you,” as I dug my fingernails into her pussy.
	“I won’t,” she sobbed under my hand.
	I pulled my hand from her shorts and pushed myself off of her, then,
when sitting up, wiped my hand off on her shirt, and pushed her legs
from off of me, and got up.  Lauren sat there looking at me.  I smiled
at her and held my hand out, come here and stand up Tiffany.
	“Okay,” Tiffany silently said.
	“Bend over, lift up your dress, pull down your panties, ugly
little girl.”
	Tiffany began to cry, but obeyed.
	“Did you like watching?”  I asked.
	“I wasn’t watching!”  Tiffany begged. 
	I cocked my arm back and swung, spanking her ass.  Tiffany began to
yell, but bit her lips.  “Don’t lie.”
	“Yes I did, I liked you hurting her instead of me.”
	I looked at Lauren; her brown eyes gazed intently upon me, her mouth
open as if in shock.  “What do you think Lauren?  Should she be
punished?”
	“No! Please no!”  Tiffany begged.
	Lauren didn’t say a word; she just shook her head, no.
	“Come on you little brats or you’ll be late for the
bus.”  The shrilled voice rang from upstairs.
	“This afternoon then,” I said with a smile and walked up
the stairs.

	School was out and the three of us were in the game closet.  

	I have to take the time now to say this is when the beginning of the
end started.

	“I’m not going to do it!  I will tell everything that you
have done!”  Lauren continued to protest.
	Tiffany was hiding in the corner as best as she could, covering her
ears, hoping Lauren would be able to persuade me to change my mind.  I
however was just growing more and more impatient.  I pushed Lauren
against the wall, gripped her throat tightly in my hands, and as I
squeezed, I lifted her up.  Her hands went to her defense, trying to
pull my hand off of her.  “You will do what I want, or
I’ll do it to you!”
	Lauren shook her hard, no, over and over again as she gasped for air,
her feet, inches off of the ground, kicking wildly, occasionally
hitting my shin.  I dropped her.  Lauren hit the floor hard.  I turned
to Tiffany, “Stand up and get over here!”
	Tiffany rose to her feet, head down and inched her way over.  When
she got within hands reach, I seized her blonde curls and threw her
against the wall where she sunk down next to Lauren, who was still
lying on her chest, trying to fill her lungs with air.  I walked over
lifted Tiffany up and bent her over.  I reached under her little dress
and pulled off her panties.  When they reached her knees I noticed
something written on the front.  I pushed them down with my feet,
“Pick them up and hand them to me.”  Tiffany handed them
to me, and written on the front, ‘Special Princess.’  A
little ironic, I thought, she was acting nothing like a princess,
rather like a little street whore.  “Open up!  That’s a
good ugly girl!”  She began to cry as the dry cotton met the
back of her throat. I lifted the dress over her beautiful ass.  I ran
my finger up and down her ass crack, playing with her asshole, pushing
in occasionally.  I turned around and saw exactly what I was looking
for.  On the far end of the shelf was a toy broomstick, maybe three
feet in length, but perfect for what I had in mind.  I kicked Lauren
in the ribs, “Get up,” and as she rose to her feet,
“go get that broom.”
	Lauren stumbled her way over and took hold of the toy, and drug it
behind her, then offered it to me, as if it were a gift.  I took the
broom and lovingly ran my hand down here cheek.
	“This is what you are going to do, your going to take this
broomstick and beat her ass,” pointing to Tiffany, who closed
her eyes and cried harder, “then your going to shove this up her
ass, understood?”
	“I won’t,” Lauren muttered under her breath.
	“You or her.”
	“I won’t”
	I took the broom and swung, hitting Lauren in the gut.  She doubled
over and fell to the floor.  I looked to Tiffany, “It looks like
it’s going to be my lucky day!” I turned Tiffany’s
face towards the wall, readied my swing, cocked back, aimed, and then
swung.  Tiffany’s face hit the wall from the impact.  Through
the panties I could hear the scream over the thump of the stick
against her ass.  “Get up!”  I yelled as I pulled Tiffany
to her feet.  With my left hand I pushed her little ass cheeks apart,
my right had a firm grip on the broom.  I lined up the tip of the
broom to her little button asshole.  I grabbed her hair with my left
hand and pulled her hair back, lifting her head, as I pushed in. 
Tiffany’s scream echoed in the closet.  After three inches, I
pulled it out.  She was screaming in pain.  I pushed it in further.  I
watched as her asshole folded in against itself, watching the skin
stick to the plastic, and slowly rip.  I pushed in as fart as I
thought I could go, around five inches in the five year old’s
ass and begin to thrust the handle in and out.  My eyes were fixated
on her asshole, the way it fought against the one-inch girth of the
stick, the way it ripped, how her skin broke apart, how the blood
seeped from her ass and ran down her leg.  How this little girl could
scream the life from her, how she could take it with out passing out. 
After a minute or so, Tiffany’s body finally did give up and she
fell head first to the floor.  I left the stick in her ruined ass.  It
was now time to turn my attention to Lauren who was now sitting in the
back of the closet, watching me with fear.

	I got up, leaving the broom in Tiffany’s ass, and slowly walked
to Lauren.  I stopped in front of her and squatted down, and caressed
her cheek.  “I really wished you would have done what I asked,
but you had a choice, and you choose poorly.”
	Lauren began to cry, “Please, don’t hurt me,
please!”
	I grabbed Lauren by the hair and stood up, taking Lauren with me.  I
punched her in the stomach.  Lauren flew from my hand, entangled hair
left wrapped around my fingers.  She landed on her stomach, she
wasn’t moving.  I walked over to her fell to my knees and lifted
her abdomen.  I reached under her and began to unbutton her shorts,
then with both of my hands pulled her shorts and panties off of her
body.  I pushed her legs apart, took her panties and placed them in
her mouth.  I ran my fingers over the crack of her ass, her cheeks
tightened together, her head began to shake.  I placed two of my
fingers against her asshole and slowly pushed in.  Lauren screamed,
the voice muffled in the gag of her panties.  She tried to pull
herself away, but the more she moved the more I pushed in.  I began to
stroke back and forth, the more she screamed the harder I pushed in
and out, burying my fingers to the top of my hand.  She stopped
screaming.  I placed a third in her tight ass and watched as her
asshole split, watched as the skin folded in on itself.  Lauren only
whimpered, she was broken, but not yet ruined.
	I looked back at Tiffany, silently lying on the floor.  I walked up
to her, bent down, and yanked the broomstick from her ass.  Tiffany
sobbed and rolled over in pain.  I walked back to Lauren, still lying
still.
	I grasped Lauren by one of her shoulders and rolled her over onto her
stomach.  I pushed her legs far apart.  I cocked back, and with the
bloodstained end of the broomstick I swung into her exposed pussy. 
Lauren yelled in pain. Tears shot from her eyes.  She covered her
bleeding pussy with both of her hands then wrapped her legs around her
hands and rolled on to her side.  I kicked her in the back and Lauren
rolled back over.  I fell to my knees, held her legs open, and placed
the broomstick against her cunt.  I pushed in.  Lauren sat up in pain,
blood ran from her pussy.  I pushed her back down and began to fuck
her pussy hard with the broomstick.  Blood covered the plastic,
Laurens hands tired to pull it out, but her hold kept slipping.  I
push in one more time and left it there.  I crawled on top of Laurens
body.  She was praying, begging me to stop.  I lifted her shirt,
placed my lips against her left pink nipple and sucked it into my
mouth.  Slowly my teeth began to pierce her skin as I bit down. 
Blood. Her hands pulled at my head.  The more she tried to get me to
release, the harder I bit into her.  I unclenched my jaw and sunk my
teeth in her right nipple.  She didn’t fight this time.  I stood
over her.  Blood dripping from her ruined pussy, her nipple stained
red.  I have never been that excited.  I pulled my pants down, placed
my dick against her thin pink lips and pushed in.  I forced my dick
down her throat, and then pinched her nostrils closed.  Lauren was
choking and fighting to breathe at the same time, her mouth moving
back and forth, her tongue trashing over my cock.  I felt a sharp dull
pain at the tip of my dick, and a few seconds later, felt the greatest
release in my life.  Lauren, gagged as white oozed from her lips.  I
pulled my dick out from her lips and laid on top of her, feeling her
heart pound, hearing her gasp for air.  I whispered into
Lauren’s ear, “You ready to do what I tell you to
do?”
	Lauren nodded her head.
	“Do what I just did to you to her.”
	I pushed myself off of her and watched as Lauren pulled the
broomstick from her bleeding cunt and crawl towards Tiffany.  I pulled
up my pants and walked to Lauren, forced her mouth open and removed
her panties form her mouth.  I also did the same for Tiffany.  I place
both pair in my pockets.  I slowly walked to the door and opened it,
turned in time to watch Lauren push Tiffany’s legs apart, place
the broom against her tiny pussy, and fall on top of her, pushing the
broom in.  Lauren began to slide the broom in and out of the five year
olds pussy, covering it in blood, oblivious to the screams flowing
from Tiffany’s mouth.  I heard footsteps on the floor above, and
ran out of the basement to the backyard and hid behind some bushes,
Tiffany’s screams could still be heard.  Then someone else
yelled.  I ran.

	No one ever asked me what happened, no one knew I was involved.  My
father decided I no longer need a sitter, so I became a latch key kid.
 Thanks Dad.
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