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

BR&T date: 1994

After seeing the first and second parts of Kaiah's video, excited viewers eagerly begin the third part, once again greeted by the now-familiar title of white letters on a black background:

This time, the video opens with a high-pitched shriek coming from Kaiah's wide-open mouth, which fills the screen until she runs out of breath and begins gasping for air.

The camera zooms back to show her long blond pigtails framing her face, held close by the little girl's arms straight up to her tied wrists, her cheeks soaked and chin dripping with her tears. It pans down to show hairy arms crossed over her chest, just low enough to avoid covering the slender seven-year-old's tiny pink titties. It pans down a bit more to show her cute little belly button and pale belly, at last (finally!!! some viewers probably mutter) going close up on Kaiah's rosy little pussy lips, currently stretched around a thick red shaft plunging in and out of her.

"Aauhh auhh aaauh AAAUUWWWhh! aauh haauh AAAAUUuwwh! uuahhh huah hhAAAAAWWWHHWW! uhh uhn uhh uhn AAAUUUWWHHHHHhhww!" Her shrieking coincides with the shaft's brutal upthrusts, and her desperate gasps for breath with the brief moments in between, while the man raping her readies himself for another deep thrust into the screaming helpless little girl.

(The viewers must wonder how, after twenty rapes in part one, and thirty-six more in part two, can the little fuckrag still manage to scream so loudly. They didn't see the five minutes of rest she had between parts. BR&T knows how to make a little fuckrag last. After all, they've had lots of practice before getting Kaiah to play with, so they know just what to do to her to get the most enjoyment possible for themselves and all the viewers of her videos, magazines, and posters.)

One man finishes with her, and another man immediately moves in to take his place, giving Kaiah only a few seconds to whimper, and stare, and wonder how bad it will be with him, if she's already forgotten him from the previous time. The unforgettable ones are the worst, naturally.

When the second man finishes, Kaiah hangs from her wrists, weakly crying and looking around at the crowd to see who will rape her next. She turns to the camera and sobs, "M-my name is Kay- uhhh. I'm seven years old. Seven years and ten months. That's- that's ninety-four months. I'm a little fuckrag. 'Cuz Imma little fuckrag I've just been raped fifty-eight tiiiimes... now they're gonna- ohhhh plleeease donnt oh please please staahhhp!!"

Kaiah pleads desperately, bawling "Noo! No!! No!! Oh please noooo! Pllease stop please please!"

Apparently that wasn't what she was supposed to bawl, since two hands turn the bawling girl to face the flagpole and hold her firmly as a long golden rod once again corrects her - a dozen times, for the viewers keeping count - each swat making her shriek even louder and more anguished than the thickest and deepest thrust had.

The hands release her. She turns back toward the camera, lips curled up so her words slur together, and finishes what she was told to say: "They're gonna dry da rabe me niney-four dimes in one day, one for each month old I am. They hafda rabe me thirdy-six more dimes, so some guys will havda rabe me diice more." Kaiah cries several seconds, then adds, "Eberyone has der hand ub. They wohnn ssdahb ad niney-four unless they hafda."

A man pulls her away from the pole, yanks her arms so she's facing him, lifts her, and fucks her, holding her so tightly around her chest that she can barely breathe. He's quick, and finishes in a few minutes. He drops her and gets out of the way fast.

Her arms straighten as she drops, until the cords yank her sore wrists to stop her from falling all the way to the ground, something her legs have no more strength to do. She whimpers and hangs limply, knees slightly bent, until the next man hurries in and picks her up. "Please, not you! Not again!" she wails. "Please don't yooou do this to meeee!! Oh please!"

"Nice to see you, Kaiah. All of you," he responds. "It's even better to fuck you. Now you know what you're good for, you fuckable little fuckrag," he adds scornfully. "We're done waiting, and this is what you're going to be doing from now on." He turns her to face the camera and begins raping her, brutally hard and fast. He murmurs something to her that the video didn't pick up clearly, or perhaps got edited out. Whatever he said, Kaiah clearly doesn't like what she heard, judging from her look of horror on top of her look of despair and incessant agonised shrieks. When he finally finishes with her, he tosses her away, hurting her wrists as she falls hard onto the cords, the chain jangling against the pole. "See you then, Kaiah!" he laughs, and waves the next man in.

Rough hands gripping fiercely, slender legs kicking wildly, strong arms lifting, frail arms straining, dropping, bawling, jamming, desperate pleading, laughing, shrieking, enthusiastic thrusting, wailing, teasing, agonised groaning, grunting, howling, fucking, sobbing, fucking, bawling, fucking, ... half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half, two hours pass... and all the while, eager men using the little fuckrag for all she's worth, and the video cameras recording everything for the amusement of many thousands upon thousands of guys eager to see her get it.

They mean well, and try their hardest, but time, as always, runs out.

Even with the best of intentions, there's only so much that's humanly possible.

"They say my daddy will be home in a few minutes," Kaiah sobs. "They didn't make it to ninety-four. They only raped me eighty-three times. That would be enough if I was six years and eleven months old. But- oh no, no, no!" Kaiah stops repeating the prompts. She shrieks, terrified, "NNoooo! Nooo!! No!! Don't spank me I'll saaaaay it! I'll say it! They're gonna try to rape me ninety-four times the next time. Nooo!! WWwaaaaaaaawww! An they'll keep tryin til they get em all at one time." Kaiah wails, absolute terror of the rod forcing her to speak while absolute despair chokes off her words. "Uuuhhh Awwwwhhh nooooo! Dell keeb dryin undil dey raaa- raaabe me niney-four dimes widoud sdaaaahhbbin. Sweed liddle f- fuckrags get w- what dey deserve. Imma liddle fuckrag so I'm gonna get what I deserve. Huhhh aahhw! uhhh awwww! Remember ta vote for me an be sure ta say what ya wannem ta dooda me. Ohhh no no please nooooo..."

"And that's a wrap," a man called loudly. "Nice work, everyone. Final jobs, now!"

Hands lifted her feet and slid the pale green dress under them that dropped around them at the start of part one (but not her panties; as expected, they'd disappeared, and no one asked for them back). Hands reached down and quickly pulled the dress up and tied the straps over her shoulders while other hands pushed pink socks and shoes sloppily onto her feet and rapidly tied pink shoelaces. Camera equipment, microphones, and a police-band radio disappeared into cases, and a couple of guys even went around fluffing up the grass where it had been trampled.

"Damn! You got her shoes on the wrong feet!" a voice complained.

"Leave 'em. I bet her dad won't even notice," another grinned. "And she sure won't say anything. Will you, fuckrag? You know what you'll get if you do. If not, I'd be delighted to remind you."

Kaiah stood, clothed (at least outwardly) for the first time in over eight hours, but with her wrists still painfully tied to the flagpole chain over her head, just like her father had left her. She meekly whined, "Yesss, I know what I'll get."

A man stepped up and took her chin in his hand. "Just remember, Kaiah: you be at the mill right after school on monday, and you come straight to my office. Use the side entrance away from the... guard." He laughed. "If your father finds out you're at the mill, you'll get spanked, plus any punishment he gives you for it. But if we have to come looking for you, you'll reeeally wish you'd gone to the mill yourself. Don't talk to anyone on the way in. And don't talk to anyone after you leave, or you know what you'll get."

Kaiah sobbed, looking up at the man. "I'll come to the mill," she nodded submissively. "I won't say anything to anyone any time I get raped I promise I promise just pleeeeeease donnnn ssssspaaaaaaaaannnnnk mmmeeeee!"