Danny and Luke talked about Sam fairly often when they came home. Neighborhood kid, a bit crazy, the sort the other kids admire for daring feats but the parents call a bad influence.
Didn't realize Sam was a girl till they brought her home one day.
About ten, with short cropped black hair, wirey little body, boyish ass and face. Swore a bit, probably smoked, wore a wife beater and black cargo shorts with a punk belt through them, a wrist band with a skull and chain.
Her face was boyish, but cute in an elfin way; my own boys were good looking kids, handsome, even features, sensual lips, but the slight slant to Sam's eyes gave her an exotic look that convinced me I should talk them in to having her spend the night.
While Sam and Luke were wrestling in the yard, Danny came up to me. He was a year older than Luke, eleven, and more actively aware of the ways of the world. He whispered, "Her day care's run by a pedo. She said she dress all in black and white because they have them play Strip Uno, and it takes longer to get naked if you aren't wearing colors."
And this pedo let the little slut get away with that? He must be into girly girls, and not really noticed her. We'd have to fix that.
Abruptly, Sam pushed Luke away, holding up one hand and panting. She pulled an inhaler out of her shorts pocket, and took a puff.
"She has asthma?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's pretty rough. She sometimes has to lie down for a while. She says she could die if she didn't."
"Maybe it's time for a less exhausting game."
"I'll get the cards."
Danny was pretty big on strip poker. He always won. Luke was a born exhibitionist and didn't mind, but I usually had my work cut out for me getting any of Danny's clothes off.
"Start without me, and ask me to join if you think you can talk her into it."
The kids went upstairs to the loft. It was cut off from the rest of the house, the perfect place to play naughty games.
I gave them half an hour; time enough to convince Sam to up the stakes and turn ordinary poker into interesting poker. Luke would text me when it was time for my entrance.
They played standing up around a tall table, ensuring that nobody could hide anything by folding their legs.
When I went up, Luke was already naked except for a choker, and parading in front of the bay window for Mr. Jenkins. The way I'd taught them to play strip poker always involved dares if you kept losing after all your clothes were gone.
Mr. Jenkins was a pervy old man that lived in the upstairs room next door. He couldn't see the bulk of the loft, only the corner by the window, but that had become Luke's little stage. He loved giving the dirty old man a show, and it hardly counted as a dare to make him dance over there. But Sam didn't know that, and was giggling hysterically, so loud she hadn't noticed me come up.
Danny had lost his shirt, to my surprise. When I saw the way Sam looked at him, though, I understood; he'd taken advantage of the curiosity, thrown a hand, and shucked off his shirt, suggesting they turn it into strip poker. Sam had agreed, and he'd let her keep her clothes so far to build her confidence.
"Strip poker, eh? Mind if I join you kids?" I asked.
Sam jumped, and looked guilty.
"Don't worry, Dad always loses," Danny said, reassuring her.
Indeed, I lost the first two hands straight, and was in my boxers immediately.
Danny threw the next hand, and was down to his boxers. Sam seemed to have relaxed a bit. She was having fun, and over her initial embarrassment. We were good at creating the proper mood, and she felt like she has some control over how many clothes she lost.
So Danny made sure to give her crap cards the next hand. Nothing she could do with them. She let out a wail and folded, and we all chuckled. There was a few seconds silence. Danny and I avoided looking directly at her, so as not to put too much pressure on it. But Luke looked her right in the eye, gleefully.
"Your turn!" he said.
Sam sighed dramatically, and took off her shorts, tossing them on the pile of clothes. She wore black cotton panties that hugged the curve of her ass and rode up into her cameltoe. She glanced anxiously at Danny, who said, "Very nice," appreciatively.
All three of us were sporting obvious boners now, but either Sam didn't notice, or she was pleased at the attention.
She grabbed the cards and started to deal.
I lost that hand, and was now as naked as Luke. Sam's eyes were glued to my cock. At eight inches, it was probably bigger than any she'd seen, even at her dubious daycare.
As if it was perfectly natural to be naked in front of a little girl I'd only met an hour before, I started dealing the cards.
Danny won, and Luke lost.
"Give Dad a blow job in front of the window," Danny said.
I didn't bother checking to see how much of that Sam understood. I just went over to the window and rammed my cock down the little fucker's throat. I was never one to let them control a blow job; what my dick wanted, it took, and it was their job to suffer through it. Luke had grown to love choking on the end of my meat as it stretched his little throat, especially if he knew Mr. Jenkins was watching. And Sam was watching too.
"It's not as hard as it looks," I heard Danny say. "The trick is relax your thoat and breath around it. Same as you have to do when you're having an asthma attack."
A minute later, Luke and I came back to the table, spunk dripping down his face. Luke licked it off, happily. When he saw Sam looking, he asked, "Want to try some?"
She shook her head.
She lost the next round. She had a pair, but we all had slightly better hands. Danny was only one hard higher than her. "Bad luck," he said. "You'll get me next time."
Sam got a fierce glint in her eye, and peeled off the wife beater. Her tight little chest was exposed for all to see. She put her hands on her hips and let us stare. Not a girl inclined to claim a wrist band counted as clothes.
Luke won the next round, and I lost. He made me kneel down so he could spank me with paddle we had lying around. I wasn't really into this, but I liked to encourage their sadistic impulses, especially since I spent so much time dominating them. And it showed Sam I would let her be in control when it was her turn.
Sam lost the next round. She'd had a good hand, and been sure it was hers. It rattled her a little. She hesitated, and we weren't as nice this time. Put some pressure on her, let her squirm, make her give herself to us. When she took those panties off it would be because she consciously submitted to the three males watching her.
She licked her lips. Turned around. And slowly slid her panties over her tight little ass, down her lean, strong thighs, and off onto the ground. Then she turned around, letting as all gaze at her bald little cunt.
Flushed, heard beating quickly, she dealt...and lost again. Danny in control.
"I want you to lick some of Dad's cum off Luke's face."
Sam looked at him and made a face.
"It tastes good!" Luke said.
Same scowled, but did as Danny demanded. Her tongue flicked out, and scooped a little bit of cum off Luke's cheek. He giggled, and she rolled it around in her mouth a moment.
Then she swallowed. Without being told.
"It's okay," she said, grudgingly.
"It's better fresh," Danny said, and she glanced sideways at my hard cock. She would definitely be getting a taste of it later.
Sam lost again. Her third straight loss in a row.
"Great," Luke said, and took off the choker. We had a house rule that anyone who lost three times running had to wear this choker; it was black silk with the playboy bunny on the front. Sam let Luke put it around her slender neck, and pull it tight. She knew the rule, having seen it put on him earlier.
I gave Danny a look.
It was time for him to join us.
He sighed, and threw the next round. Then stepped out where Sam could see him while I stripped his boxer briefs off.
"Go ahead, Sam. Touch him if you want," I said.
I wanted to see her hands on him, feeling his body. "When I win," she said.
Blew her chance.
Danny won the next time. Sam lost. He got an evil glint in his eye.
"Dad. Take Sam over in front of the window...and rape her."
She jumped at the word. Luke yelled, "Yeah!"
I grabbed a fistful of the little cunt's hair and yanked her off her feet.
I dragged her kicking and screaming over in front of the window. Danny and Luke followed, grinning like the devil's children.
Mr. Jenkins was at the window, jerking off.
I dangled Sam in the air, letting him get a good look at all of her, then slammed her into the floor.
She screamed, crying.
Luke snapped handcuffs around her wrists, and slid the chain around a hook in the floor, then the boys grabbed her legs and pulled down and apart.
I leered down at her, and stabbed her pedo cunt with my rock hard cunt, tearing her little body in two. She screamed, trashing, and I began slamming into her, fucking her violently.
"Yeah, make it hurt, Dad!"
"Make her scream!"
"Fuck that little bitch!"
"Make her bleed!"
Danny reached down and pulled the choker even tighter. Luke viciously kicked her in the side.
I hauled back and punched her in the stomach, twice. Danny slapped her face. Her breathing was turning ragged.
She was gasping for breath.
Danny went and grabbed the inhaler. He stood over her as I raped her, grinning down.
"You mean this inhaler?"
He took a hit off it.
"It's mine now. You don't need it any more. You're about to die."
Luke was fucking his dick between her handcuffed hands. "Daddy always kills little sluts like you."
I punched her in the chest, knocking what air she had out of her lungs. She was turning bright red.
"The moment I knew you had asthma," Danny said, "I knew I had to see you die of an attack while we gang raped you. It's what you deserve."
He bounced the little bitch's head off the floor.
"Flip her over dad. I want her ass."
I rolled over, putting the dying girl on top of me. My teeth sank into her tit, tearing the flesh.
Danny's cock slammed into her ass, his nails digging into her sides as he held her still.
I grabbed hold of her hair again, bending her head back so I could look in her eyes.
"Die for me, little cunt. Die on my cock. Die with my boy's dick up your ass."
She was long past the point where should could breath at all. Her own body was killing her, her own throat choking her to death. That we were raping her was only the trigger. It was her own body that wanted to die this way. It was her own body that was killing her while was raped her.
The noises from her throat grew more and more distorted, and then they stopped.
The light went out of her eyes, the fight went out of her body, and her slender frame went limp.
I came inside her, and slid out. Luke took my place, and the two boys fucked her corpse for another hour, tearing bits of her flesh off with their teeth, blood running down their bodies as they fucked the girl's dead body.