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Thursday, December 27, 2012

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Filename: emilysor.txt
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story_codes: MMMM/g(6), bondage, rape, anal, first

story_intro: Little Emily is a sweet and charming girl. But when her daddy tries to screw over some business "associates", the innocent child bears the brunt of their wrath as they use her to convince him to pay up. Videos are sent that show their methods in very lewd detail but will that be enough for him to take action?

story_language: English




Emily's Ordeal

Written by madvlad


	Emily quivered as she heard the door bolt slide and then blinked as a harsh light flooded her cell from the doorway. She couldn't see the figures but knew they were there.

	"Your daddy doesn't think you need rescuing, so it's time for another video, Emily."

	Emily swallowed hard and could not prevent the tears from welling in her eyes before one of the men came forward and put the blindfold on. Then he tapped her cheek and she reluctantly opened her mouth, tasting once again the stale sourness of the hard rubber as the ball gag was secured in place. 

	A hard, calloused hand took one of her small soft ones, enclosing it in its massive grip as the girl was pulled from the cell that had served as her home for the past week. The tile floor was achingly cold on her bare feet as her shoes had been taken from her on the second day after she had been snatched while walking from the bus stop to her home.

	There were four men; Emily could figure out that much from the names they called one another. Except for the few times when one of them, RJ, spoke to her directly, the men spoke to each other in low tones. The raspy-voiced one named Hook seemed to be the boss. Then there was Nails and Weasel rounding out the quartet.

	The day she was taken, she was blindfolded and gagged before leather cuffs were placed around her wrists and ankles. Then metal chains (she could tell from the clanking) were used to pull her into an X shape positioned vertically with her feet off the ground. Despite her circumstances and generally gentle nature, Emily struggled as mightily as her six year-old body could against her bonds as she felt the heat of the camera light as it moved over all over her, front and back.

	From then, it got worse.

	The next day, the ritual was repeated, but this time they cut her clothes from her. Emily writhed in desperation and humiliation as her body was bared, unknowingly adding to her captors' excitement to see her smooth, compact figure wriggling like trapped animal. The closeness of the camera lights made her sweat, adding a lovely wet sheen to her skin as the camera lewdly lingered over her nipples, pussy, and ass. The latter two caused Emily to blush as she knew they were looking at her private areas. When they were done, she was led back to her cell with her clothes consigned to a dumpster far away from her prison.

	Two days passed before the next video. This time, she was once again cuffed and hoisted into position. Blindly, she turned her head back and forth as she heard odd noises that sort of sounded like flesh slapping. Then hot gobs of something thick and wet landed on her body, striking her face, chest and belly. She moaned in her gag as the lowest load slithered down in a slimy trail until it reached her hairless vulva and slid into the delicate slit there.

	When she had been returned to her cell, she investigated this mysterious stuff in the darkness, finding it sticky with a strong odor of something she couldn't quite describe.

	The following day, she was once again bound in her exposed state. Now she was touched as she fiercely struggled and screamed her outrage against the ball strapped into her mouth. First were the fingers that pinched and pulled on her nipples. This hurt, but it also left the tiny pink nubs standing erect like when she got cold coming out of the bathtub. Then her rump was manhandled, her perfectly round buttocks squeezed and then pulled apart so that the camera could get a long view of the clenched rosebud of her sphincter. 

	The little girl's heart was pounding as she knew what would be next. Greedy fingers explored the defenseless mound of her bald cunny. Pulling apart the plump labia and rubbing her inside, they played about while the camera captured the pinkness of her most intimate place. Emily cried and did her best to jerk hips to keep the men away from her genitals, but it only prolonged the session.

	After a day of no interaction except for the meals placed in her cell, they had come for her again. Her ankles and wrists were cuffed as before, but now her wrists were bound together behind her with her arms folded at the elbows. A harness was strapped over her upper torso and her wrists were latched to it in the back. Then the chains clanked and she was lifted in the air. This time, she was hanging horizontally facing down with her legs spread painfully apart. 

	The heat of the camera bade her buttocks redden as rough hands kneaded and pulled the springy little globes of her ass apart. Then a finger speared something greasy between them, taking extra care at her bung hole. Emily jerked in her chains, disgusted by the finger probing her bottom.

	The finger went away and was replaced by something else that was thicker. Its tip was somewhat fleshy, but there was a definite hardness behind it. It kept pushing against her and Emily grunted in protest as her asshole began to open under the force the thing was applying. If the man behind her wasn't careful, the thing he was pushing might go inside of her butt. Emily was repulsed by the thought and was sure the man would not be happy if that happened either. That would be so dirty!

	But the thing kept pushing. Despite her fruitless attempts to move her ass away from it, the thing moved forward. Emily cried as her entrance was stretched painfully wide and then howled louder as it entered her body.

	Behind his hooded mask, Hook grinned as his cock lanced into the captive little girl's ass. She wriggled and tried to squeeze him out, but her anus was pulled too tightly to have any leverage. And so he continued his nonconsensual invasion of the child's bottom. There were plenty of adult women who found anal sex uncomfortable; a six year-old girl getting her ass bored open had to be in agony. But that was her problem as Hook enjoyed the warm grasp of Emily's tight, virgin chute around his marauding prick. When he could go no further, he looked down and saw only a couple of inches of his length outside the tight curves of her baby soft ass cheeks.

	With her ass fully penetrated, Emily had ceased struggling as it did nothing but to make her feel even more pain. But she wailed in long, strangled cries through her rubber gag while Hook gleefully sodomized her. At last, the quivering massage of the little girl's tortured innards made him blow his wad deep into her conquered rectum.

	As Hook pulled out of Emily's delectable bottom with a wet pop, gobs of his cum followed, dribbling from the child's bruised anus. Hook saw thin strands of blood mixed in with his jism, but it didn't look like any serious damage was done. Nails was manning the camera and got some nice footage of the first grader's gaping asshole.

	Hook graciously stepped out of the way and bowed to RJ, who took hold of the little girl's waist while he brought his dick to the ready position. Emily tried to wriggle out of the way again, but her efforts ended with her muffled screams as the man slammed into her ass.

	In the last video, it was a little difficult to tell who the girl was from her face alone. Her exposed skin was red and tear-streaked from crying and the blindfold hid her hazel eyes. Her light brown hair was normally tied in neat pony tails (by the nanny), and they were still there although more disheveled. Her mouth, which was often spread in a smile that proudly displayed the new gap where she had just lost her first baby tooth, was now cruelly stuffed with a black ball gag.

	The fourth and last man behind her groaned in depraved satisfaction as he shot his load into her rudely opened bottom. Emily's screams behind the gag and trickled off to a gurgling warble as her final rape completed. 

	A man's raspy voice sounded from off-screen.

	"Ready to pay up now, Fuckwad, or do we need to make your little whore give us another installment? Two days."

	Robert Montrose stared at the screen as it went blank. The latest video had arrived at his son Craig's house last night. Today, Craig had brought all of the discs to his father's house.

	Montrose stared hard across the desk at his son, who could only stare at his shoes. Montrose was in his mid-fifties; a bull of a man whose prematurely gray hair was cropped close to his scalp. He had built an empire of construction and mining, often resorting to his fists in his early days and still no stranger to rough negotiations in every manner.

	He and his wife, now dead these four last years, had only managed one child. Their only son and his presumptive heir, Craig, had failed out of school in his sophomore year, declaring that he was ready to go into business for himself.

	Montrose had his doubts about his son's discipline, drive, and ability, but had offered him the seed money to start a nightclub. If Craig fell on his face, maybe he would realize he had much to learn. But to Montrose's surprise, Craig's club had become a smashing success, as had the next three he opened. Maybe his son and his equally inept wife, Marcie, knew enough about partying to make this work.

	But Craig's spending was wild and his accounting sloppy. Marcie was useless, snorting much of their cash up her nose. Montrose had seen the signs but could not talk any sense into his son. Having already written off Craig and Marcie, Montrose's chief concern was their daughter, Emily. She was a sweet little girl and extremely bright, giving Montrose some hope for the future. 

	Then Craig tried cheating some associates in the industry who did not take well to that sort of thing. When other threats failed, they took Emily one afternoon. Usually, her nanny would have picked her up from school, but in recent weeks, Craig had her in one of his club offices, banging her silly while Marcie was still at home sleeping off the previous night's revelry. Montrose had fumed that none of the three adults were looking after the girl when she came home although he had been proud when Emily told him how she could make her own snack and play quietly so as not to disturb her mother.

	Craig had tried to find out who these men were after each of the first three videos had been delivered to his home, but to no end. When the latest disc showed his daughter getting a group fuck in her immature ass, he realized he had no choice but to go to his father for help.

	"Every time I called in the last week," Montrose said, measuring his words carefully in order to calm himself and keep him from strangling Craig. "I was told she was in bed, at a friend's house, or whatnot. All the while, she's been paying your debts in ways...in ways no child should no."

	"I know, Dad," Craig muttered weakly. "You know, she's my daughter. I'm worried. Marcie's had to take sedatives."

	"SHE'S THE ONLY GOOD THING YOU TWO SHIT HEELS HAVE EVER PRODUCED!" Montrose roared. 

	The grandfather clock in the hall outside ticked as Montrose drummed his fingers against his desk as he sought to reign in his temper.

	"Your little girl - your helpless, innocent little girl - gets taken because you can't pay your bills and your only response is to try to cover your ass," Montrose said through barely clenched teeth. "Did you see how she kept struggling? She's got more balls than you ever will."

	"No, I...but...well...I, uh, came to you now," Craig whined. "They're going to do something else tomorrow unless I pay and now they want, um, part of your business. Can you do something, Dad?"

	"I'd do anything to get Emily back, but if they've gone this far, I can't have her growing up knowing the men who did this are on the loose. But I'll arrange payment to get her back now and track these fucks down later. How much time do I have?"

	Craig glanced at his watch and went pale. 

	"The deadline was two hours ago. Marcie was pretty freaked last night after watching this and we took some pills to help us sleep and then..."

	Montrose stabbed the eject button on his computer and the tray opened with the DVD. 

	"I'll keep this and get my people involved to see if we can figure out where Emily is being held. I doubt it will be in time for whatever happens tomorrow. And if we're not in time, anything else that happens to her is on your head. Get the hell out of my sight."

	Craig did not meet his father's look as he got up and trudged from the study. Montrose followed his jelly-spined son with his eyes, his mouth curling with contempt and disgust.

	"Your daddy is a tough negotiator, Emily," RJ said as one of the others fixed her blindfold and in place. "He still doesn't want to pay. Maybe he got off watching your cute little ass get ripped open."

	Emily jerked her head to the side as they tried to put her ball gag in.

	"My grandpa will get you!" she spat defiantly.

	The four men roared with laughter.

	"We'll take our chances," RJ replied. "But he sure as hell can't help you today."

	Emily whimpered as she was secured in the cuffs and harness as before. But this time, she was raised in a horizontal position facing upward. It appeared that the fight had finally been drained from her, but when Hook pushed against her cunny with a gel-smeared finger, the little girl immediately recognized his intent and began thrashing about as much as her bonds would allow.

	With her bottom still sore, the thought of those hard things pushing into her tiny pussy made Emily's heart lurch. The finger went away and she felt the strange object that had caused her so much torment take its place. Frantically, she shook her head back and forth, keening into her gag in an effort to plead for mercy. The man's strong hands on her hips had rendered her completely immobile there.

	As Hook pushed his member forward, he watched with lusty satisfaction as the six year-old's small and dainty cuntlet began to surrender to him. The hairless labia spread easily and he reached the narrow entrance to her virgin tunnel. 

	With a brutal thrust, Emily's cherry disintegrated in a burst of hot blood, easing the way for Hook's raping cock to penetrate her underage sex. Emily threw her head back and let loose an incredibly long, high scream. The men were quite impressed with the duration and were grateful for the gag's dampening affect.

	The little girl's pussy was a bit more resistant to entry than her ass was and it took several more hard thrusts for Hook to reach the bottom of her passage. Her pubis and normally flat lower belly bulged with the girth of the meat which had been forced inside of her.

	Then the hurtful in-and-out movements that Emily had become well-acquainted with in her rectum began in her ravaged cunt. The sounds of the child's pussy rape were more wet and squishy than her ass had produced and all of it was caught with the camera microphone. Emily's head move feebly from side to side as Hook hammered into the hot, dripping tightness of her six year-old pussy. 

	This was the best fuck yet for Hook. He could feel the wild thumping of her heartbeats, transmitted by the pulses in the depths of her tiny sex. The growing red stains that marked the smooth, unblemished skin of her vulva and inner thighs did nothing to deter his assault on the child. With a final fierce thrust, he emptied his balls into her body, sending his burning load past her cervix and deeper than his cock had reached.

	As she became soiled by her rapist's ejaculation, Emily at last found some peace, fainting as her little body could take no more. RJ put a finger to her neck to make sure she was still alright as Hook pulled out. The bloody jism spattered on the floor as it escaped the small volume of the first grader's violated cuntlet. 

	As RJ nodded to him, Hook pulled off his hood and breathed a sigh of immense satisfaction. Turning to his three henchmen, he gave them some further instructions.

	"Wake her up and you can have another go at her ass, but remember, no one gets inside her cunt but me. And don't forget to send me the video along with one for my dipshit son."

	The men nodded and Robert Montrose grinned as he knew he could trust his longtime confederates. He continued.

	"We'll stage the rescue tomorrow at ten a.m. sharp. Nothing fancy - just make sure she can hear plenty of gunshots and yelling. We'll keep the place dark and, better yet, keep her blindfolded and handcuffed tonight."

	The men affirmed their understanding again and they turned back to Emily as Weasel broke open some smelling salts under her nose.

	Montrose sat on a bench in a shadowy corner, well outside of any line of vision Emily might have. Tomorrow, she would hear the commotion before someone would cut her free and wrap her in a blanket. Once her blindfold was removed, she would find herself in the back of a limousine, safe at last her in her grandpa's arms. 

	It would be simple to gradually move Craig and Marcie from the girl's life as they had already done much of that by themselves. Emily would live with Montrose and would learn how a cock could make her feel good instead of the horrors she had just endured. She and grandpa would become so very close. 

	He could still hear the dripping of his wasted seed as it drained from his little granddaughter's unready womb and fell from her ravaged twat. But it would not always be wasted.

	Looking up, Montrose surveyed the front of Emily's body just as his men were getting ready to turn her over for a long session of buggery. In his mind, he pictured Emily at age eleven or twelve; her budding breasts filling with milk as her tummy swelled with their child - the first one. 

	By then, she would be getting home tutored and there would be no school personnel to question her physical condition. And the rest of the world would only wonder at the mysterious new bloodline for his family empire - a bloodline whose progeny would be strong like their parents.

	Montrose grinned and wiped his granddaughter's virgin blood from his cock. 



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