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Caasie - 1
by Principal Peter
***
Five year old Cassie spends the day with her grampa
and his friends. The Gentlemen's Club, as they call
themselves, is a group of old perverts who sexually
abuse and gang rape the child for a porn film. This
story involves the extreme sex abuse of a small child.
(MMg, extreme-ped, nc, rp, oral, anal, bd)
***
Five-year old Cassie squealed as her grampa swung her
back and forth in the swimming pool, ready to toss her
through the air. His left hand supported her between
her legs, and his right held her under her chest. He
tossed her across the pool in a spray of water and
giggles to land next to her grampa’s friend, Harvey.
Harvey scooped her up and held her with her butt in
his hand and her wet wiggly body pressed against his
hairy chest. She smiled up at him as his hand squeezed
her firm little ass.
“Again! Again!” she said excitedly.
He turned her around to hold her like her grandfather
had, and launched her to the next man in the circle.
Cassie was the center of attention today at her
grampa’s club. It was called, simply, The Gentlemen’s
Club. The Gentlemen, as they called themselves, were a
wealthy group ranging from their early sixties to
their late seventies. They had gotten together ten
years ago and built this building – a mansion, really
– to use as a gathering place.
The Gentlemen were child pornographers. They used
small children – mostly girls, but occasionally a boy
for a change of pace – for sex. They filmed themselves
abusing the children and sold the original video files
to an outfit in Romania, who edited the video into
films. The Gentlemen received a one-time payment for
each of the files, but the transactions were
completely anonymous, and the members of the club were
wealthy enough not to need the higher income that
producing and selling the movies themselves would
generate. Of the thirty members now enrolled, twenty
three were in the pool today. Ten of them were engaged
in the tossing game. The rest watched with interest.
As Cassie splashed down again, she floundered for a
few seconds before being scooped up by Perry, a sixty
year old man who lay the pretty little child on her
back in the crook of one arm and tickled her bare
belly. She squealed helplessly as the man dug his
wiggling fingers into her belly and sides, tears
streaming from her big green eyes. Her copper colored
hair had darkened in the water, and it lay in clumps
across her clear forehead and freckled nose. The pale
skin of her face turned red as she struggled to
breathe around her laughter. Perry’s fingers left red
marks on the sensitive white skin of her belly. Like
most redheads, her pale skin marked easily.
Finally releasing the girl from his grasping fingers,
Perry held Cassie up in front of him with his hands
under her armpits to blow a wet raspberry on her bare
belly. She giggled and gasped trying to catch her
breath. Before she was ready, Perry tossed her
sideways through the air to the next man.
The circle of Gentlemen continued to toss, tickle and
fondle the girl in the pool. Her grampa had given her
a new swimsuit this morning, and she looked great in
it, even though it was a little too small. The bottom
part barely fit around her hips, and the back panel
rode up into her butt crack, exposing her creamy white
ass cheeks. The low front panel exposed her belly
almost to the top of her little pussy slit. The top of
the suit was a thin strap that wrapped around her flat
chest and tied in back.
As she was tossed and handed from man to man, the top
slipped and loosened until it hung around her waist,
leaving her pale chest and belly naked. Her light pink
nipples, barely visible against the ivory colored skin
of her chest, stiffened as her wet skin hit the cool
air. Her tiny nipples then became a target of the
men’s attention, and they were pinched, tweaked,
pulled and licked as she was passed around. Sometimes
the touching felt good and sometimes it hurt the
little girl, but her opinion was not asked, so the
molestation continued.
The space between her legs was not ignored either. The
Gentlemen’s large rough fingers lingered there as they
tossed and held the little girl. This was something
she enjoyed a lot, and she ground her little pussy
against the exploring hands whenever she got the
chance.
When the Gentlemen tired of tossing their little
plaything around, they retired to the showers, taking
the little girl with them. Being a men’s club, there
was only one shower room, and the five-year old girl
had to join the men there. As the men stripped off
their swimsuits, Cassie squirmed out of her tight, wet
bikini bottoms. The men leered at her as her little
hips and butt wiggled.
Standing under the warm water, the men all took turns
soaping the little girl’s naked body, paying special
attention to her chest, belly, ass and puffy little
pussy mound. The girl reveled in the feeling of all
the slick fingers as they rubbed and fondled her most
private places, especially her little cunny and
asshole. She leaned back against the supporting hands
of the old perverts as they molested her in the
shower. Through half-closed eyelids she saw the old
men’s penises dangling in front of her. They varied in
length and width.
Some were heavily veined, while some were more smooth.
Some had wrinkled skin covering the ends, some had
ends that looked like pink mushrooms. Some hung down
straight, while some stuck out from the thick patches
of hair between the men’s legs. She was fascinated by
them, having seen few of them in her life time. She
also found their balls interesting. Some hung down in
big sacks, while others were crinkled up against the
bottoms of their penises. She wanted to touch them,
but was too shy.
“Time for shampoo!” Her grampa, Carl Callahan said.
“Close your eyes, Darling.”
The little girl complied, and Carl poured shampoo on
her head. As she rubbed the suds into her orange hair,
her grandfather stepped toward her, motioning silently
for his friends to follow his lead.
“Ready to rinse?” he asked the child.
“Yep!” she chirped in response.
“Keep your eyes shut tight, baby girl, so you don’t
get soap in your eyes!”
As she stood with her eyes closed, Carl stepped up to
her, pointed his semi-hard dick at her head, and
started pissing on the little girl’s hair. His friends
crowded around, eight or ten at a time, and joined
him.
“Grampa, it tastes funny!” the little girl squeaked.
“That’s cause it’s the medicated kind.” Carl replied,
smiling at his friends.
“It’s okay if you get it in your mouth, though. It’s
good for you!” Ed told her, grinning. After that,
Cassie didn’t avoid the spray of piss as much, letting
some of it trickle past her pouty pink lips.
When all their bladders had been emptied onto the
little girl’s head, the Gentlemen rinsed her off with
water, then went about drying her little body with
fluffy towels.
“Ready for more play time?” Carl asked the naked five-
year old.
“Yeah!” she replied.
He led his granddaughter down the carpeted hall,
followed by the other 22 old men, who ogled her round,
firm butt.
They entered a large, expensively furnished room, with
wood paneling on the walls, and a thick carpet on the
floor. There were several couches and armchairs, and
Cassie saw three cameras on tripods. The room was
brightly lit without being glaring. She wandered into
the room and turned around, looking at all the
sculptures, paintings and area rugs. As she turned
back, she saw that one of the men was locking the
large wooden door. She also noticed that all of her
grampa’s friends were still naked, as was she.
“Do you know what we’re going to do now?” Carl asked
her.
“No, what?” the bright little girl replied.
“We’re going to make a movie. And you’re the star!”
“Really?” the beautiful five year old cried, her big
green eyes wide. “The star?”
“Yup!” her grandfather said. “We couldn’t make the
movie without you!” The men standing and sitting
nearby smiled knowingly.
“Wow!” she breathed, excited. Her pointy little
nipples poked out proudly from her pale, flat chest.
“What’s it about?” she asked.
“It’s about a little girl who gets kidnapped by a
bunch of men, and what they do to her after they
kidnap her.”
“Kidnapped?” she asked, a little nervously.
“Right. Some people really like abduction movies, and
you’re so beautiful, everyone will want to watch you
in a movie!”
The compliments eased her nervousness a little, and
she began to relax.
“What do I have to do?” she asked.
“We’ll start by bringing you into the room all tied
up. We’ll film the abduction scene later and put it in
the beginning. Then you just go along with what we do.
Just act naturally. But remember not to call me
‘Grampa’, or it won’t sound right, since we’re all
playing make-believe, right?”
The little girl nodded solemnly, determined to make
her grampa proud and not mess up the movie.
The naked little girl was ushered into the hallway by
four of her grampa’s friends, where she was told to
lie down on her stomach on the floor. Two men crouched
on either side of the tiny child and held her arms
behind her back. The other two Gentlemen were busy
getting ropes and other items from a black bag on the
floor.
They secured her arms by winding thin clothes line
around her forearms, up past her elbows. This put an
uncomfortable strain on her shoulders as her elbows
were forced tightly together. The remainder of the
long cord was wrapped around her neck, holding her
head back at an uncomfortable angle, and making it
difficult to swallow or breathe. Her pretty face
blushed pink as her air supply was restricted. More
rope was tied around her ankles and knees, binding
them tightly together, then her ankles were lifted
toward her butt, and a rope was tied from them to her
wrists, hogtying her. Another rope was wrapped around
her waist, securing her arms to her back. She saw one
of the men take a red rubber ball with black straps
attached to it from the bag. He pressed it against her
mouth, forcing it inside, then buckled the straps
behind her head.
She lay on the carpeted floor trussed up, waiting for
the movie to start, scared to death. While they
waited, the men took the opportunity to fondle the
little girl’s naked body, especially her firm little
ass.
At a signal from the other room, one of the men
grabbed the ropes around Cassie’s arms like a handle
and picked her up, carrying her into the room. He set
his captive down on a large, upholstered ottoman. She
looked around her as well as she could to see all the
naked men still there, with the cameras all pointed at
her. She was scared, and tears leaked from her eyes,
which was perfect for the men filming her.
The men crowded around her, leaving a few gaps for the
hand-held cameras, and she felt rough hands all over
her naked body. She was distracted from her suffering
by the sensations assaulting her young body. She felt
the way she did when her grampa held her on his lap
and fondled her at his house. She felt warm and tingly
all over, especially between her legs.
Her bindings were severed, and the cameras zoomed in
as she was flipped over on her back and her legs
spread apart, offering a clear view of her puffy
labia. The girl was pinned down, helpless, by five
adult men; one on each arm and each leg, and one
holding her hair. The ever-present hands wandered over
her small naked body, her pussy and nipples receiving
special attention. Her pointy pink nipples were
twisted and pulled painfully, while her labia were
squeezed and spread widely apart, allowing the cameras
to zoom in and film the dark pink interior of her
immature genitals. Tears ran from her eyes as she
squealed and drooled around the gag. The men enjoyed
pinching her sensitive pale flesh, watching the marks
turn bright pink.
Her wrists were bound together and her arms were
pulled up over her head as the other end of the rope
was tied to the bottom of the ottoman. Ropes encircled
her ankles, and were secured in the same place as the
rope around her wrists, leaving the helpless child
bent at the waist with her feet in the air above her
head, and her butt lifted off the surface of the
ottoman. Her little cunt was spread open, and her pink
puckered anus was exposed to the leering pedophiles.
Small whips, crops and canes were handed out, and the
Gentlemen took turns striking the child on her
vulnerable thighs and butt cheeks. Red stripes
appeared all over her tender white skin. Her gag was
removed so that her screams and cries for mercy could
be recorded as the cameras recorded the abuse. One
camera focused on her pretty face, bright red from
screaming and crying, as tears streamed from her big
green eyes and snot dripped from her nose, coating her
upper lip. Her eyes flew open in increased agony as a
crop began striking her spread-open pussy lips. A
nearly inaudible scream issued form her wide-open
mouth, making the evil men chuckle.
The blows came to an end, leaving the child’s lower
body bright red, with darker red welts criss-crossing
her legs and labia. Assuming the torture had ended,
the little girl was grateful to see the men untying
her legs. Her gratitude was short-lived, however, as
the nasty perverts merely flipped the child over,
leaving her wrists bound to the ottoman, and tied her
knees to the other end, leaving her crouched on the
raised surface, her tender ass cheeks sticking up.
Then the beating restarted, focusing on the smooth
soft skin of her firm round ass cheeks and back. Her
head swung violently back and forth as she struggled
in vain to escape the burning pain in her butt, thighs
and back. When they were done filming the beating, the
men untied the sobbing, shaking girl.
Then they began raping her.
Her arms were tied behind her back, her forearms tied
together with her elbows bent, her forearms
perpendicular to her back. This left her secured, but
with her arms tied away from her butt. She was then
flipped onto her back, where she cringed as the fresh
welts on her tender skin rubbed against the
upholstery. Her slim legs were bent at the knees, and
her ankles secured to her thighs with thin cords. More
cords were wrapped around her knees, then tied to her
neck, which forced her knees up by her shoulders. The
rope around her neck was snug, but didn’t choke her,
at least.
Ed leaned over the abused, helpless child, holding a
large metal alligator clip in each hand. As Dick,
another of the rapists, pinched the girl’s nipples,
holding them up from her flat chest so that Ed could
clamp the clips onto Cassie’s tender buds. The camera
focused on her face as she screamed in pain and fear.
The sharp metal teeth of the clip sank into the white
skin of her chest on either side of the nipple, which
disappeared into the “mouth” of the clip as it snapped
into place.
The cruel men waited a minute for their five-year old
victim to calm down a little before turning their
attention to the other pink bud. This time, Dick held
the nipple out and rolled it slowly back and forth
between his fingertips as Ed slowly lowered the second
clip toward the child’s chest. The poor little girl
watched with fear and trepidation as the sharp-toothed
device sank closer and closer.
“Please-no-please-no-I’ll-be-good-I-promise,” the
words tumbled from her lips as she begged.
“Aaaaa-iiiiiiiiii!” she screamed, her voice so high-
pitched it was hard to hear, as several seconds later,
the clip sank deeply into the child’s flesh, released
slowly to prolong the agony. String was then tied
through holes in the clips, so the clips could be
yanked on whenever the cruel men wanted to inflict
more pain.
Then Carl, Cassie’s Grampa, who had brought her here
for a fun day of play with his friends, knelt in front
of his five-year old granddaughter’s spread open legs,
ready to take the child’ virginity. He leaned forward
and hawked a glob of foamy spittle onto the little
girl’s opened pussy, then backed up a little as others
followed his example, coating the girl’s genitals,
thighs and belly with their slimy spit.
After she had been properly lubricated, Carl leaned
back in and placed his mushroom-shaped cock head at
the entrance to the child’s virgin pussy. Cassie
watched in terrified silence, staring down between her
legs as her grandfather pressed his fat cock between
her bald pussy lips.
“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!” the helplessly bound preteen yelled
as her grampa’s cock split her virgin pussy wide open.
He stopped when he felt his cock head press against
her thin hymen. He pulled back momentarily, then
thrust hard, tearing through her virginity with a
triumphant grin. Two of the handheld cameras focused
on the penetration, while one filmed a close-up of the
child’s sweating, screaming face, wide-eyed with
confused fright.
Carl kept his cock still for a few seconds, savoring
the tight, hot glove of his granddaughter’s cunt as it
spasmed and clenched around his hard-on. He watched
Cassie as her head flipped back and forth, her copper
colored hair struck to her red, sweaty face in wet
strings, and he knew he wouldn’t take long to blow his
load in the child’s womb. Fortunately, all of the
Gentlemen had taken Viagra, and would be able to
perform for the next four hours at least; which is
what they planned. Cassie would be one sore little
fuck-toy by the end of the day.
Gathering himself together, Carl began a slow, steady
rhythm, sliding his hard, seven-inch long cock into
and out of the five year old’s incredibly tight, no-
longer virgin, pussy. Her pink, puffy labia slid in
and out with his thrusts, and he watched as he slipped
more and more of his length inside with each thrust.
He bottomed out with about an inch of his slimy,
blood-streaked shaft still exposed. Having found the
limit of penetration, the old man began raping the
kindergartener in earnest, thrusting deep and hard.
He held the rope connecting the nipple clamps in his
right fist, yanking the clips hard in rhythm with his
thrusting cock. The little girl squealed and grunted
in pain with each jab, but fortunately her agony was
short-lived, because Carl lasted less than five
minutes. He thrust forward one more time, savagely
yanking on the rope to pull her nipples way out from
her chest, then held still as his cock exploded inside
the little girl’s body, painting her womb with his
incestuous sperm. Cassie didn’t know what was
happening, but felt her grampa’s thing pulsating
inside her, and spreading warmth. Was he peeing in
her?
After a few quick, short jabs to finish himself off,
he slowly pulled his thick white cock from the child’s
cruelly stretch pussy. The cameras zoomed in on the
slimy, blood streaked rod as it emerged. Carl gripped
the shaft and slid his hand up to the head, squeezing
out a few last drops of watery spunk onto the little
girl’s belly. Giving her inner thigh a stinging slap,
he rose and stepped back, making room for the next
rapist.
To be continued?