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Subject: {ASSM} Bring Your Daughter to Work Day
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Date: Thu, 06 Oct 2011 21:10:04 -0400
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Bring Your Daughter to Work Day

By Anonymous Writer

Disclaimer: If you're old enough and enjoy reading about sex with
kids, then keep on reading. This is fiction.

Tags: M/g, nc, ped, rape

Every year the office got an influx young girls and the place
came alive as if the president and our ten biggest clients were
all visiting during the fiscal year end. The top brass all
brought their little trophy daughters all dressed cute and
adorable to meet and greet everyone and they went from doing
nothing to actually wasting everyone's time.

Upper management were generally older so their daughters were all
teens that practically had to be dragged here. They flaunted
their parent's wealth with the gaudy designer clothes, way too
much make-up, and smartphones glued to their hands. The only time
they even looked up from their phones to was mutter some
sarcastic greeting or groan about how boring and a waste of time
this day was. I don't care for them at all.

Lower management on the hand were still quite young and had
usually just started a family and they brought in the cutest and
best girls of all. They dressed in adorable outfits and usually
came in two flavours: shy and polite, or outgoing and lively. My
new boss brought in his daughter, Melody. She was short for an 8
year old and just a teeny bit chubby. She was like a little angel
and I knew I wanted to violate every hole she had the moment I
laid my eyes on her.

I did mention my boss was new. He was a smooth talker and a giant
prick that schmoozed his way into this company and denied me the
position he currently sat in. How the hell did an asshole like
him spawn such fuckable kid? That was what I thought as I said
hello to Melody with a semi-erect cock hidden in my pants under
my desk.

I went back to work distracted by thoughts of all the ways I'd
rape little Melody. I had a feeling it was 11:00 when I heard my
boss' voice rising in his office. Just as planned, he stormed out
of his office and shouted something about an emergency client
meeting at his secretary without even looking at her. Then he was
gone.

His secretary wasn't looking at him either. She had been doing
her nails while chatting on the phone since she sat down to work
this morning and barely gave notice when he left. Looking into
his office, I saw Melody looking a little sad that she'd been
ditched. "And look after my Melody until I'm back, Susan!" I
faintly heard as he ran off.

Again, no reply from his useless secretary. I decided to swing by
the break room to freshen up my coffee. I brought along a small
cup of hot chocolate on my way back and waltzed into my boss'
office when no one was looking. Susan sure as hell didn't notice.

"Hi, Melody. Sorry that your daddy's so busy today. He's an
important man." I lied through my teeth and handed her the hot
chocolate. "Want some hot chocolate?" Melody's frown turned
upside down at the offer and she thanked me all sing-songy. I bet
her screams would sound just as beautiful.

I slipped back out unnoticed again and went back to my desk. I
was anxious now. Looking at the corner of my screen and counting
the minutes. Susan stood up once her nails were done up like some
cheap whore and strode out clutching her purse. For a lazy, dumb
bitch, she could really keep a schedule, always going out for her
pre-lunch smoke break at 11:30.

Before the door closed behind Susan, Marc came in with his
trolley, whistling along to some song on his CD player. I glanced
at him once and then around our area. No one even noticed Marc.
Why should they? He was just doing the mid-day rounds. Not that
anyone would notice today, but he had a much larger and sturdier
garbage bag on his trolley today and several small bags full of
paper waste.

He first cleaned out my boss' office and when he came back out
his big garbage bag was almost full and the small bags were no
longer there. Whistling some off-key tune, he went by all the
other offices and desks to clear out the garbage bins. The cheap
plastic pen I gripped in my hand was bent crooked by the time
Marc left. My heart stopped pounding as well. He did it.

---

Melody's angelic screams died down to pitiful sobs as Carlos
plunged his small and now bloody cock into her freshly raped
cunt. Once every few thrusts he'd really push into her, trying
for force in that last two inches that he couldn't squeeze into
the preteen's well-lubed snatch. That always brought back another
fresh squeal or yelp.

Lying down on an inflatable mattress with hands bound above her
head was our little Melody. No, Carlos' Melody now. Naked now and
blindfolded since she woke up in a dilapidated warehouse in the
old industrial park with Marc and his friend Cesar. They had her
gagged for most of the afternoon and evening after she woke up
scared and screaming for her daddy and mommy, but Carlos was as
sadistic as I was and wanted to hear her agony when he took her
virginity.

I must say it was quite beautiful and all recorded in HD. The
basement that we were in was cramped, dirty, and musty, but
Carlos and his two men brought lighting and equipment to make it
seem almost like a presentable low budget porno shoot.

The man himself was a scary and burly beast. I never saw his face
under the red and white luchador mask, but the rest of his body
was built like a bull. I wouldn't be surprised if he was an
actual wrestler by day. Not only was this man built like a bull,
he was hairy as a gorilla and hung like a horse. I almost pitied
Melody. If she had seen her rapist, she most likely would have
pissed herself.

Carlos looked back up at his cameraman after plowing into the
child and motion for him to get a close-up shot of her sex. His
two men, in black luchador masks and matching black shirts and
pants, brought the camera and boom mic as close as they could get
between their boss' legs.

That was a choice money-shot, I thought as I stood between Marc
and Cesar behind the two-man film crew. From where we were, we
could see Carlos' well-toned rear and legs flexing with each
thrust. Melody was on her back and pinned to the mattress
underneath the man who bought her unripe cherry. Each of his
thrusts pushed her down into the mattress. Then she would bounce
back up. Rhythmic. Hypnotic.

Her white skin was a stark contrast to his dark brown. His body
glistened with beads of sweat while her body was covered in sheen
of lube. He made a little ceremony of it, filming himself as he
rubbed a copious amount of lube on his struggling little victim.
He wasn't satisfied until her body was slippery head-to-toe with
half a litre of the giant bottle he brought.

He dumped the rest of the bottle all over her molested body and
turned the whole air mattress into a slip-and-slide before he
started the main event. Melody begged and pleaded the entire time
for him to stop while she lubed her up. She kept insisting that
he not touch her, especially when his big rough hands rubbed
between her legs. So her daddy taught her about bad touching,
good. That just made it all the more exciting for me and Carlos
too. He had a big grin and chuckled at her reactions.

He kissed her on the lips a few times behind his mask as he held
her struggling body close to his on the slippery mattress. His
middle finger kept diddling at the spot where her clit was
hiding, giving her the best unwanted sensations an innocent child
could have. He gave her not one, but two orgasms before his hand
pulled away. His cock was rock hard when he repositioned himself
on top of her, panting hungrily down at her.

By now Melody was quiet again, either mentally distant or trying
to sort out all the mixed feelings she had. Wherever she was,
Carlos brought her back when he eased half the tip of his cock
into her slit. For such a small girl and such a well-endowed man,
Melody seemed already at her limit. She pleaded and begged and
whined about how much it hurt and she wanted him to stop.

Without a word, Carlos tore through the child's hymen with a
powerful thrust. There was ringing in my ears after the deafening
scream from Melody and my heart skipped a beat. As Carlos pulled
his dick out, blood followed shortly. He laughed and held the
crying kid's legs spread for the camera to take in her popped
cherry before climbing back on top of her. His thrusts went in
deeper and deeper as his cock came out each time bloodier than
the last. As he really got into it, he called her all sorts of
degrading names in both languages. However, his Spanish sounded
so much more natural.

When it seemed his fuck toy had passed out, Carlos gave her a
one-two across both cheeks. Stay awake was what I could make out
of his Spanish as he reached down and pinched a nipple in one
hand and twisted. She replied with a scream. So obedient. But he
had to do it two more times before it stopped working.

He must have had some chemical assistance or the stamina of a sex
god to have fuck her pussy bloody raw for so long. With an
audible pop and to the cheers of his crew, Carlos pulled out of
the limp girl and went out of the camera's view. He gestured for
them to film Melody in her sorry state as he went to drink some
water. Coming back with a lit cigarette in one hand and a hint of
white powder on his mask where holes were cut out for his
nostrils, he waved the film crew back.

He kneeled down beside the girl, opened up a small vial, and held
it under her nose. Suddenly Melody's sprang open and she gasped.
The gasp turned to a scream as he put out his half-finished
cigarette on her flat chest, right over her heart. Even I cringed
at that. Fresh tears filled her bloodshot eyes as he put away the
vial and threw away the cigarette.

Carlos wasted no time and started raping the child again with
renewed strength and not a care in the world for the bawling
preteen beneath him. The burn kept her awake with pain and
adrenaline through his second fuck with her. This time her
screams never died down, but her voice was hoarse by the time he
came inside her.

Again he pulled away to show off her raped cunt to the camera,
massaging just below her belly to force some fresh cum to dribble
out from her quivering and abused pussy. It was a delicious
sight. Even if it was another man's cum, I wouldn't mind all that
much to have a taste of Melody's snatch right then and there.

The camera stopped rolling after a good minute of filming the
freshly raped kid crying and wailing. Marc and Cesar spoke with
Carlos to settle their business while the film crew started
packing up their equipment. I took this chance get a better look
at Melody, who still lay sobbing quietly on the air mattress.

I slipped on a latex glove and bent down to kiss her for the
first and last time. She didn't resist. I rubbed gently at the
mark left on her breast with a covered finger. That got a
reaction out of her. I grinned and spoke, muffled slightly by my
cheap mask. "Hi again, Melody."

My voice, which lacked any accent, caught Melody's attention
enough for her to stop yelling. I rubbed my finger away from her
wound and played at her left nipple. "Please stop hurting me.
I'll be good, I promise!"

"Your parents will never see you again..." I started, pinching
gently at her nipple until it was hard. "Alive." Fresh sobs that
sounded like music to my ears came again. "You're going away with
the man that just raped you." I said very matter of factly and
soothingly rubbed down her belly and cupped my hand over her
pussy. "He loves little girls like you. He especially loves
this." I slipped my middle finger into her cunt with ease and she
gasped and squeezed her hot flesh around my digit.

"He and his friends will teach you a lot of things and they're
going to make a lot of videos of you." This was the extent of my
knowledge of Carlos' plans for Melody. "If you're good and turn
into his bitch, maybe he'll keep you for a long time." I curled
my middle finger inside her to see just how much he had stretched
her. She paused, not sure of what to make of what I had said
except for the part about being good. "I will be good. I
prooomise!"

I pulled my finger out along with some cum and blood and put it
in her mouth. "Lick it clean like a lollipop." She quietly
obeyed, her tongue hesitantly cleaning my gloved finger.

"We're done here." Marc was behind me. I rose and took off the
glove, stuffing it in my pocket. The film crew had finished
packing and brought two black gym bags and set them down before
Marc, Cesar, and I before they went over to wipe Melody clean and
pack up the air mattress. They did a thorough job making sure to
not spill a drop lube or bodily fluids.

Carlos himself wrapped Melody up in a large blanket and slung her
over his shoulder as his two men finished cleaning up. He thanked
us as gentlemen and urged us to keep him in mind if we ever were
to be able to do business again. Marc replied in kind and bid
them safe journey before they left.

Cesar counted and split the money for the three of us as Marc and
I watched. I brought a backpack for my share and quickly packed
my share. Satisfied that at least a few minutes had past since
Carlos left, I bid my accomplices farewell.

---

The drive home was a bit nerve wracking. I had no reason to be in
this part of town so late at night and the amber alert for Melody
was in full effect. I tuned in to the radio station listening for
the news reports.

The office came to a stand still when my boss got back after
lunch that afternoon to find his precious daughter wasn't in his
office. The police were called and the entire building locked
down for an hour. But they couldn't detain anyone. Many including
myself stayed to help look throughout the building for Melody.
Susan was crying the entire time, since he put all the blame on
her. By the time I left to meet Marc and Cesar, I had given my
statement and only a handful of cops and building security guards
were left.

The story was just another missing/abducted child that only
received coverage locally. They expanded the search a week or so
later. Anonymous tips were scarce and it was soon forgotten. My
boss took time off for two weeks during the search, but never
came back to the office. Susan had quit too. A month later the
office went back to normal. I showed some reluctance in taking on
my boss' position at first, but I moved into his office a week
later at the insistance of the CEO.

I cleared out most of my former superior's stuff from my office,
except for a framed picture of Melody. That I kept on my desk
under some noble guise of keeping her in our memory wherever she
may be. I loved how I got hard every time I looked at her smiling
face. It reminded me of her naked, glistening body squirming
under Carlos as he raped her. It reminded me of her screams too.

---

Several years later, the net flooded with a dozen or so videos
leaked after a major bust on a small pornography ring. The videos
were all high quality and traded secretively at first. They all
featured a very young teen engaged in all sorts of depraved
sexual acts with men, women, kids, and even animals.

She seemed really into all the degrading things she was made to
do. Whether she was broken and trained or just too fucked up on
drugs to care was up to debate. By her last video her breasts
were starting to develop nicely and her stomach had hinted that
she was with child. Her only identifying attribute was a small
scar on left breast that would only be recognized by a certain
handful of men.
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