Shortly after moving into the area and leaving most of my past behind me, I met Ashley. Or saw her would be more to the point. I would see her in the mornings waiting for the school bus or riding past the battered picket fence of my house and I would want her and lust after her.
At the time when I finally decided to have her, Ashley had turned seven. She was a small girl, thin but not skinny, with a round face and small features. Her eyes were blue, her skin was creamy white. Her hair was straight blonde and fell to her waist.
In the past, I would have tried to seduce a girl like her, lure her into my trust and then abuse that trust, take complete advantage of her. I would have, but then I met Jerry. Jerry shared my interest in young flesh–“young stuff” as it’s called in the trade. He knew how it felt to take control of a child, to make them do what you want, humiliate them, use them.
Jerry taught me that the only way to get these kids, to make it really good, was to take them. You had to bind and gag them, he said, because that really gave you control. They’d do anything to get free.
It had its good points, I’ll say. I liked the idea. I had my own ideas, too. I liked the pretty ones–boys and girls–and I liked to see lots of skin. Short shorts, short skirts, that was the ticket. Legs and thighs and bodies are very important. Ashley had plenty.
Jerry and I worked it out between us. First, we’d have to get her–we’d kidnap her, probably lure her or force her into a car. We’d use either or chloroform to knock her out. We’d get someplace to take her to. Someplace quiet. We’d tie her up and gag her first, then take her there. Then we’d do everything we could to her until we got tired.
Then we’d have to get rid of her. Back before I came here, I knew people who could handle that. Not now. We’d probably have to kill her, and I didn’t want that, but Jerry said he’d do it if I couldn’t. I wanted this so bad, I agreed.
First thing we did was get a car. Jerry picked up an old second hand station wagon and threw some junkyard plates on it. We’d ditch it later. I provided the ropes and gag and a bottle of chloroform. I also provided a camera. I was a pretty good photographer and developed my own pictures.
Jerry added a knife and a gun to the stuff we had, along with some blankets and things. Now we just needed a place to take her.
Jerry took care of that. His brother owned a cabin that they only used in the winter. It hadn’t really been used in a while, so we went up there and set it up, got the bed all made up and everything. While we were there, Jerry went out into the woods with a shovel. I knew what that was for.
Now all we needed was Ashley. I knew her habits pretty well, I just wanted her to be ready. Sure, it didn’t matter what she had on when I did her, she’d be naked anyway. But half the fun is seeing them looking sexy.
The first time we drove by, ready to go, she had on jeans and a blouse and sweater. Not good enough for me. The next time, a day later, she had on a sweater and shorts, with little pink socks and white sneakers. Almost.
The third time was perfect. She had on a white short sleeve shirt with pink trim, satin red running shorts that hugged her butt and showed off her legs, white tennis shoes. I got hard and started shaking all over. This was it. I told Jerry to pull up.
We were almost there when a car came around the bend. Really smooth, Jerry kept right on going. By the time we got back, it was too late. Ashley was nowhere in sight.
We spent the rest of the day hoping for another chance, but didn’t get it. I jacked off thinking about her that night. Next day, we tried again.
Luck was smiling this time. She had on the same top and shoes, but the shorts were pink now, tight ones that really hugged and were short. I was shaking, but I was more in control. There was nobody around to see us take her. She was all alone.
Jerry stopped right next to her. I decided to try and lure her in first. I leaned out the window. “Hi! Are you Ashley?”, I asked.
She nodded, smiling shyly. Her shyness turned me on.
“How’d you like to go for some ice cream?”
Ashley shook her head. “Mommy says I shouldn’t get in with strangers.”
“But I’m not a stranger. I know you. How old are you?”
“Seven”, she answered, again shyly.
“Well, you’re a big girl. Why won’t you get in with me if I know you?”
“Because you’re a stranger”, she said. “Mommy says strangers might kidnap me.” Hearing her say that almost made me come in my pants. I opened the door a little. “I can’t hear you. Can you come a little closer?”
She stepped closer. I shoved the door open and grabbed her around the waist. She started screaming. I put my hand over her mouth. It felt wonderful, feeling her soft lips against my palm. Holding her like that, I shut the front door and pushed her into the back seat with me. She ceased struggling when I dropped her into my lap. We took off for the cabin.
I wondered how she felt, having been snatched up by two strangers, helpless to do anything. The idea turned me on.
I caressed her bare leg, thigh to ankle. She shivered. Her skin was baby soft and smooth. I kissed the side of her neck, so smooth. She was scared. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I told her to be quiet or I would hurt her. I took my hand away.
She started to cry when I tied her hands behind her back. I tied the gag over her mouth, enjoying every minute of this. I tied her feet together and took a picture of her.
“We’re going to hurt you really bad, Ashley”, I told her, filled with lust and glee. “We’re going to make you do things and it’ll feel really good. First, we’ll take you someplace where nobody can help you, and you’re never going to see your mommy again.”
She was sobbing now, pale. I fondled her tiny pussy, fondled her nipples through her shirt. I kissed her neck and legs. I kissed her damp cheeks. She was mine now, all mine.
“Bet you’re scared”, I told her. “Never going home again. We’re going to kill you when it’s over. But first we’ll fuck you raw. You’re so pretty, Ashley, so sexy.”
She didn’t hear it, I don’t think, because she just kept sobbing. I liked seeing her cry. I liked making her cry. She looked so sexy bound and gagged there, her body mine to do with what I wanted. I put my hand over her mouth and against her nose, making her struggle for air. Laughing, I pushed her down on the seat and ground my crotch against hers.
She was hysterical by the time we got to the cabin. I dragged her out of the car and forced her stumbling into the house. I pushed her into a chair against one wall and tied her ankles.
I took some pictures. She watched me do it. It got me really turned on seeing this little girl sitting there, so helpless, watching me. So sexy!
I was going to send some copies of the pictures to her mother.
Jerry grabbed a couple of beers out of a cooler and hauled me outside. “Chill a while”, he told me. “You really let her have it. Let her simmer now. It’s scare the shit out of her.”
I took the beer and sat down. My crotch was on fire for her. “This is great. Better than ever. I’ve done little girls before, but it was never this good!” I drank half the can of beer in one swallow.
“You get used to it”, Jerry told me. “The best part is getting around to it. Once you do it, it’s over, man. Nothing to look forward to.”
“Yeah. Hey, when we kill her, I want to do it.”
“Alright! Hey, when you do it, make sure you’re coming in. Mouth, ass, cunt, doesn’t matter. It’s a real fucking turn-on. So what do you want to do to her first?”
“Suck her cunt. I like that fresh taste.”
“Yeah. Me too.” We drank some more beer, bullshitted about past kids we’d had, while Ashley sat inside and sobbed and whimpered. We came back in well-oiled and ready to go half an hour later.
I had another camera on a timer in the bedroom, set up to take pictures of what went on. I untied Ashley’s ankles. “This is it”, I told her.
I took her in the bedroom and threw her down on the bed. Jerry and I stripped. He had a huge cock like me, and the thought of that in her really turned me on. I turned the timer on and pulled her shorts off. I was careful not to rip them. I wanted to put them back on later.
She had on hot pink panties. I took those off carefully, too, so I could keep them. Ashley was shaking her head, but she wasn’t trying to get away. Jerry pulled her shirt up so her nipples were showing. He pinched one and sucked the other. I pushed her legs up so they were bent and put my head between her legs, kissing her soft labia lips. I shoved my tongue in, tasting how fresh she was. She started to calm down as I licked at her clit. I heard her half-moan, half-whimper.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jerry had taken out her gag and his mouth was sealed over hers, deep kissing her, his hand playing with her nipples. With one hand I stroked her legs and the other I used to finger the rim of her tiny little asshole. She squirmed a lot, and it wasn’t long before she began to moan. I my tongue in as far as it would go, tasting her, making her hot and wet. Jerry was kissing her neck now. Her whole body was trembling as she experienced her first orgasm. She came suddenly, laying very still afterward. Jerry put her gag back. Now she was wet and I was ready.
I moved up between her legs, working the head of my cock into her slit. She didn’t react at first, then she started to sob again. I was hard and her tight pussy was almost making me come. I pushed until I hit her hymen. She started to sob with pain. Jerry nibbled at her nipples. I pushed slowly, stretching her hymen, enjoying the fact that it hurt her. Her whole body went rigid when it broke.
I pushed in, past her contracting, vise like cunt muscles. She was thrashing on the bed, trying to buck me off. I pumped in short strokes, making it last. Watching her wriggle, her hands bound under her, lips drawing back and over the gag between her teeth, was making me come faster. It was the best I’d ever had. I came but didn’t stop pumping. I was filling her with cum. I could feel it, all warm and sticky. I kept pumping until it started to hurt me. I pulled out, rubbing the head all around her slit. She was flushed red and sweating. It smelled clean and sweet.
I started kissing her nipples while Jerry fucked her. I liked watching his cock go in and out of her. “Fuck her, Jerry! Fuck her hard! Fuck her real good!”, I cheered.
I attacked her with my lips, kissing her everywhere. She was really squirming, but she was getting tired out. Too bad, because I wasn’t.
Jerry fucked her for a long time. “Yeah, she likes it”, he said, grinning at her. Ashley just kept sobbing.
Jerry pulled out, his cock dripping with both our come. He came over and took out her gag. He pushed the head of his cock into her mouth.
“Suck it like a lollipop, Ashley”, he told her. I saw her lips start to suck. “Yeah, that’s good. I think we’ll let you go if you’re good like this.” He winked at me. Ashley sucked him a little harder, but he pulled out. “All yours.”
I put my cock in her mouth as far as it would go. She sucked at it fiercely. Watching her blow me was too much. I came. She choked but swallowed.
Jerry rolled her over, pushing her legs under her so her ass was raised up. I thought he was going to fuck her ass, but he was just doing her doggie style. Her hands twisted against her back as he entered her. She whimpered and cried the whole time. Jerry didn’t come. He pulled out instead. I laid down and pulled Ashley so she was straddling me. I guided her down onto my cock while Jerry made her suck him off. When that was done I put her back down. Now I was tired.
We had another beer, rebuilding ourselves. Jerry was right; now that I’d done it, the fun was gone. But Ashley was only the beginning.
Before we went back in, I took an empty beer bottle out of the cooler. I had Jerry gag her and stand her up. While he held her, I raped her with the bottle. She cried a lot and tried to get it free, but I wouldn’t stop. I decided I’d had enough of her, anyway. She was getting too worn out to be any fun.
I picked up her shorts and put them back on. Her fresh, innocent face looked hopeful. Jerry and I got dressed. I told Jerry to put her back on the bed.
“So how are we going to kill her?”, I asked him. Her eyes got wide and she turned pale. “I think we should cut her head off.”
“Nah, too messy”, Jerry said. “Let’s just shoot her.”
Jerry hauled her off the bed. On the way out, I picked up the coil of rope I’d used on her ankles, and the camera. Jerry got the gun out of the car.
We forced her into the woods; she didn’t want to go. We stopped by the grave. I shoved her up against a tree and pulled her shorts down. Jerry started to hand me the gun but I shoved it away. I took the rope and put it around her neck.
I fucked her again, harder than ever. When I was ready to come, I pulled the rope tight. Jerry was right. It was the best.
I tied her ankles and pulled her shorts up for the picture. Then we buried her.
Ashley’s mother was horrified by the pictures; it was in all the papers. Her disappearance didn’t stop me and Jerry, though. In another week, we had another one lined up.
But that’s another story.