This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: 1994

The video started with a very simple amateurish-looking title, plain white letters on a black background.

The title disappeared, and a blurry scene very slowly faded in, at first just two yellowish-pink blurs on a deep green background. The scene moved down to show a white background, and clarified just enough that it appeared to show feet. Murmurs of distress began softly and quietly but grew louder as they became more rapid. The picture came into better focus.

A soft cotton dress appeared on the ground, having fallen from above so it landed in a circle around two small bare feet. The thin straps that were meant to tie across the shoulders to hold the dress up sprawled instead like strands of pink spaghetti dropped on the floral pattern of the pale green dress. The feet fidgeted with fear or distress, off the ground often enough and long enough that they clearly weren't holding the owner's full weight. Soft crying and whimpers of protest gradually grew in volume as the dress gradually came into focus. The feet fidgeted in sync with the whimpering. Sound clarity and volume reached professional quality the same moment that details in the dress pattern came into perfect focus. This was no home movie, despite the first impression.

"Ooohhh! Ohhh donn't! No, no," a high voice whined. One foot at a time kicked wildly as the other tried to stay on the ground as support, often on tip-toe. Not long after, a pretty pair of white panties with white lace on the waistband suddenly dropped around the ankles of the fidgeting feet. The panties had landed inside-out enough to hide most of a cartoon design.

The view slowly panned to the side, first showing the edge of a circle of cement, then some pink ankle socks, and finally a couple of girly-pink play shoes laying scattered nearby. The view panned slowly upward and slowly zoomed out. The feet became legs, then the legs became a girl with long blond pigtails. Anyone watching would realise that those were the girl's clothes, since she had no clothes left. The girl wore only multiple wet tracks on her pale chest and her cheeks, and nothing else whatsoever above her ankles. Nothing, that is, unless you counted the bootlace that came into view last.

The only thing she had on, she longed to take off, but couldn't.

She squirmed, standing on tip-toe momentarily, trying to relieve the ache in her arms, held high on each side of her head by one long bootlace tied tightly around her wrists. Nothing she could do would relieve the constant pain from the tight bootlace pinching the tender skin of her wrists. The rest of the bootlace continued upward in a taut line to a link in a chain. The chain presumably hung from a pulley at the top of the flagpole visible just behind her, though the camera never panned up to see it. She lost her balance and fell backward against the flagpole with a whimper.

Unable to stay on tip-toe for long, the crying girl slid back down the flagpole, then screamed and quickly jumped away from it, her own body stretched as taut as the bootlace once her heels touched the cement around the flagpole. The direct sun at that hour made both the cement base and the metal pole uncomfortably hot to the touch, almost scalding, as her shifting feet attested. She made no attempt to hold one leg in front of the other to cover her pussy even slightly. She had already learned that standing on one foot would not only scald that foot even worse, but also put more weight on her tormented wrists. Thus, the sobbing slender little girl danced very lightly on her toes, very erratically, and very very erotically.

As if on cue, she looked directly at the camera. "Muh- my name is Kaiah," the helpless girl cried, pronouncing each syllable distinctly, "kay- uhhh." Her lips curled into an infinity shape as she cried, meeting in the middle, giving the girl a look of utter misery. "I'm ah- I'm almost eight years old," she stammered. "I'm g- I'm g-" She choked up, too tense, and too frightened, to speak.

A hand reached in and grabbed her elbow, pulling her away from the flagpole, hard enough to force her to turn with her side to it, standing on one foot and screaming.

"Nooo! No! Don't spank me again, I'll saaayyy it! I'll say it!" she wailed desperately, squirming frantically. The view zoomed in close on her face. "I'll sa-" she whined, "-aaayyaa! AAHHhhwwwww!!" she screamed a few moments after a sharp cracking sound interrupted her. "AAAUUuwwww!!" she shrieked soon after another cracking sound, her head jerking back at almost the same instant. "Daaaddyy! Daddy, helllllp!!" she screamed desperately, but no one rescued her. He probably never heard her plea. "YYYAAAWWwwwh!!" she wailed after a third swat. "I'll say it I'll say it I'll say it!! Leaaase donnnhh sssaaaahhnk meeee!" she bawled, barely able to make herself understood.

The hand released her as the camera panned back to show her whole body again. She shifted back to her original position, facing the camera, her back to the pole, her feet within the circle of the green dress, her lacy white panties clinging to her ankles.

"Ohhkayy," she cried, nodding to someone. "It's now ten minutes to noon. Just ten minutes to go." If not for her shuddering and the tears streaming down her face, she almost could have been timing a batch of cookies. She sniffed, then continued after apparently getting another prompt. "I'm I'm a lit- little fuck- raaaaag," she sobbed. "I-I'm a little fuckrag," she repeated, a bit louder. "I'm a little FUCKrag!" she said again, even louder and clearer. "NO! NO!! Donn spank me! I'm a little FUCKRAG! I'm a little FUCKRAG I'M A LITTLE FUCKRAG!!" she yelled. "UUHHhhhnn Unnhhh unnnnh ihhma lidddle fuhhraaaaaag," she bawled, her lips meeting in the center again and slurring her words. "Ihhm a little fugrraaaag I'm a little fuckrag I'm a little fuckrag I'm a little fuckrag." After another pause, she cried, "My name is Kay-uhhh, I'm sebben years old and I'm a little FUCKRAG." After another brief pause, Kaiah sobbed "I- I- I'm going to get w- what I deserrrrve." Standing stark naked except for the cords holding her wrists tied together above her head, bawling her eyes out, ribcage stretched, legs stretched, dancing on tip-toe vainly trying to avoid the hot cement without falling onto the scalding metal pole, the miserable little fuckrag certainly looked deserving of anything that anyone wanted to do to her.

She stood as if listening, then continued. "I'm gonna be raped by ev- everyone they can find- who wants to rape meee. That means I'm gonna be- be raped by everyohhhne they can fiiiind. Uhhh wwwaah, aaaauuhh, aaaaawww. Just nine minutes to go now. There are fifteen guys, guys already here, watching me- an they're all gonna rape meee. Uuuhhhwww uhhhhwww UUUHHHhhh!"

Kaiah bawled awhile longer, choking and gasping every so often. Once again, as if on cue, she looked directly at the camera. "I- I've never been r- raped b- b- before. This will be the fir- first tiiime I get raaaped." Between pauses, she kept adding, "And second. And third. And fourth. And fifteenth. Un- until they can't find anyone else. Aan everyone's had all the turns they- that they want. An you get to watch em all. Four m- more guys just showed up."

She sobbed for another minute, then started protesting wildly. "No!! Nooo! I said it! I said what you waaahnted, whydda I havda get ssssaaannked agaaaain?" she wailed.

"Uhhhhaawwww uhhhaww uhhaww, EEEEeeeeiiiaaaah!" the girl shrieked and struggled in terror as two hands took her elbows and forcibly turned her to face the flagpole. "EEeeeiiieee! NNnooo! Noooo!! NNAaawwwwww!"

The camera panned down, and slowly zoomed in, until her bare bottom filled the view. Narrow pale pink streaks showed where she had recently been spanked, and there were far more than three. Considering how desperately she struggled, the cameraman must have had a difficult job keeping her in the frame. Audio being unaffected, her bawling and frantic pleading continued uninterrupted, until suddenly a bright yellow blur slashed in, froze in place for barely an instant, and sped away as the girl howled. Zoomed in so closely, the camera gave a perfect view of the impact on two soft round cheeks, and the result as the girl clenched up and jerked forward. From the low camera angle, the video frequently showed glimpses of the girl's pussy lips between her legs as she squirmed.

She kept howling and screaming over and over and over. As soon as she began panting for breath, the bright yellow blur slashed in again, hitting harder than before. "YYYYAAAAWH! YYYYAAAAHH! YYYYAAAHH!! YAAAAHHWWW! AAAHHHWWW!!" Kaiah shrieked while the camera returned to a full-body view, allowing the audience to see all the action. Two men held her elbows, keeping her facing the pole, her bare bottom perfectly exposed to both the cameras and the rod. The man with the rod knew what he was doing, from much practice. He waited until Kaiah gasped for breath again, and let her have it, and kept repeating that pattern for a dozen more brutal strokes.

The hands forced her around again until she faced the camera. She looked to her left again, then bawled, "Tha- that- that's what I'll get if I ever say aaa- anything to aaaanyone. No! No!! I promise! I won't say anything to anyone, any time I get raaaaped. No matter when or where. I promise I promise I promise, just don't spank me again, pleaaaase!"

For a minute or so, Kaiah stood fidgeting, continuing to sob, vainly trying to keep her bare feet off the burning cement below. She looked around constantly, clearly watching a throng of people all around her, who could just as clearly see and hear the miserable naked helpless little girl. She didn't even try to plead for rescue from any of them.

"Now it's only f- five more minutes until I get- raaped. Time to get rid of this." The camera panned down to her feet to show her stepping out of her dress and panties, and a hand taking them away. Other hands picked up her shoes and socks, and soon she stood stark naked without a stitch of clothing for her anywhere in sight.

Once again the bawling girl's face filled the screen as she looked straight at the camera and explained, very unwillingly, "If you want to see me again sooner, vote for me. The more you want, the more I get. And vote for what you want them to do to me next time. The worse you want, the worse I get."

She looked away for a bit, as someone apparently asked her a question, then she cried "Yes! Yes!" She turned back to the camera and begged, "I want to tell you something. Plleeease please nobody ask them to hurt me! Pleeease please please tell them not to hurt me any more!" After that she just cried, fading to black but with her sobbing uninterrupted, then a message appeared:

The message blinked out, and the scene faded back in, showing Kaiah squirming desperately and screaming as hands gripped her arms tightly, pulling her away from the flagpole. Another man moved behind her, then his arms wrapped around her belly and lifted her off her feet. More hands on either side pulled her ankles apart, spreading her legs wide. Firmly in their control, her futile squirming only amused everyone watching, the future video audience included.

Thousands upon thousands of guys would get to see the exact moment she got raped the first time. From then on, every time she met a man or a boy, she would never know whether he recognised her from the video and had enjoyed watching her (and hearing her!) get raped. Many others who already knew her would someday see the video and recognise Kaiah and be thrilled that she had been raped for the fun of so many guys.

Kaiah looked straight at the camera and sobbed miserably for her last remaining seconds as a virgin.