Ashley Jane So little, so cute, so DP'd.

At 5'1 and 95lbs Ashley still looks pure, innocent, the kind of cute that gets her out of trouble. Her voice is soft music, her skin so pale it practically begs for fingerprints. She smells sweet enough to bite. She is all temptation and she knows it. So we take that from her. We strip the charm she has leaned on since she could talk, shove something thick up her ass, and watch her face change when the sweet little body stops working like a weapon. We cram a fat dildo straight into her cunt while she is still trying to smile her way out of it. We drag her into a world where cute does not count, where no one cares how soft she is or how light she talks. We keep her wrists locked, keep the rope tight across her small tits, keep pounding until her eyes roll and her legs shake. We double-stuff her until the dizziness hits, until the forced orgasms make her forget her own name. She has no plan for this. No move left to play. Just sweat, slick, and the steady slap of two holes getting used at once. Her blonde hair sticks to her face. The cuffs bite. The men do not smile back. They just fuck her until she is coming hard enough to lose count, until the only thing left of the spoiled girl is the wet, shaking thing between them. And they call that Thursday.