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

BR&T date: 1994

Her father's boss, who had brutally raped her several times earlier that day, 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!"

"Who said anything about raping you? You'll wish!!" the man laughed, as his face turned red and flames began shooting out from under his collar until his shirt burned away completely, revealing angry wasps and snakes with four heads tattooed to his arms and chest. The wasps and snakes began discussing what to do to three kittens, the oldest named Kayannah, Kaiah for short.

And then Kaiah woke up. 'What a nightmare!' she thought, until she remembered that the worst of it hadn't been a nightmare. She'd actually been stripped naked and repeatedly raped and spanked while her father had been away on a fishing trip the day before. Her father's boss had actually been there, and he had actually raped her, more than once in fact, and she had actually promised him that she would go to the lumber mill, where she knew she would get raped again, right after school on monday.

It was monday.

Kaiah cried as she took her bath with her two little sisters, who had yet to start school, she cried as she dressed for school, and she cried as she rode her pink and yellow bicycle to school. She cried as she sat at her desk in first-grade class, dreading the end of the school day (an event she normally longed for, given what usually happened at her school). Sixth-grade boys in the lunchroom stared at her and whispered and snickered, and one mimed a video camera while another held his arms straight up and acted out struggling and crying, until she turned red and hid her face from them, but at least they didn't do anything worse.

After school, rather than go north to her house with the flagpole beside the vacant lot, she rode her bicycle south, toward the center of town, to the lumber mill. Avoiding sight of the main gate where she knew her father worked, she circled around to the opposite side. She leaned her bicycle against the fence and approached the side entrance. The solid wooden door in the tall solid fence stood slightly open when she got there, despite usually being locked. She timidly pushed it open and stepped inside. Another door just across a paved parking area led into the lumber mill itself. Overcoming a temptation to run, Kaiah passed a white van parked there, opened the door to the mill, looked through, and entered. Fearfully, she started across the main lumber mill floor, into an obstacle course of hanging chains and electric wires and cables and stacked boards and saws loudly ripping wood.

A man yelled at her "Where do you think you're going!? You can't just walk through here without safety equipment!" Remembering she wasn't allowed to talk to anyone, Kaiah pointed at the owner's office. A nearby saw started ripping through some wood, and he yelled even louder, "USE THE CATWALK!!" drawing the attention of several nearby mill workers. He pointed to a ladder, then gestured along the route she would have to follow once she was up on the catwalk, to get across the lumber mill to the other side where the owner's office was.

Ashamed at the rebuke, she climbed the ladder and found herself at one end of a catwalk. Safety wasn't that big of a concern at the mill, as the design of the catwalk proved. Intended for the mill foreman to keep watch over the mill workers, the catwalk passed within ten feet of every spot on the lumber mill floor, but above it. At any given point, it consisted of two narrow boards a little over two feet apart for a man to easily walk on, with two side rails four feet above that and four feet apart, in the perfect place for a man to hold, sliding his hands along to keep his balance as he walked.

Kaiah, however, was not a lumber mill foreman, nor even a man. The short slender seven-year-old girl's eyes were below the railings for her hands, and she had to keep her legs apart to put her feet on the walkway. Reaching up and out to use the hand rails, she moved carefully to keep from missing a step. She kept one hand tightly gripping a rail at all times, only moving one at a time, while trying not to look down twenty feet to the floor, while looking down to keep her feet on the narrow boards every time they turned.

In a state of constant fear, she slowly traversed the catwalk as it made one turn after another on the way to the other side where another ladder led down to the floor near the owner's office. Thus, by the time Kaiah made it to the other end of the catwalk, every single worker on the main lumber mill floor had had a chance to look up at her on her way by, her legs spread, her arms raised and apart, moving slowly, showing her panties and bare stomach and often even her bare chest or back to every man below. Although her father had worked for the mill as the guard for about a year, Kaiah only vaguely knew a few of the other men. The rest were strangers to her.

"Is that who I think it is?" and "Is that Kaiah?" and "That's the guard's daughter, right?" they all asked each other as she passed over their heads giving them a show. When she climbed down the ladder, everyone at the mill except her father, who sat in a guard station by the main gate all day long, knew she was there, and knew who she was. When she went into the owner's office, everyone knew where she went, while wondering why.

Trembling, trying hard not to cry, she meekly stood facing Jeremy at his desk. She fully expected to be raped by her father's boss, and she knew she couldn't tell anyone, ever, but she wasn't sure how bad it would be.

"Who are you?" he asked, not for his information, but just to force her to say it.

"I'm Kaiah," she squeaked.

He looked very unsatisfied with her answer. "How old? And what are you? Say it the way you know you're supposed to."

"I'm a little fuckrag," she answered, hanging her head in shame. Seeing his disapproving look unabated, she started over. "My name is Kaiah. I'm seven years old. I'm a little fuckrag."

"What do sweet little fuckrags like you get?" he asked.

"Sweet little fuckrags get what they deserve," Kaiah murmured.

Without even bothering to close the door, he ordered her to take off her dress. When she obeyed, and dropped it where he pointed, he demanded her shoes, then her socks, then her panties.

She meekly obeyed, putting all of her clothes in a pile by the wall. She stood naked except for the clasps holding her long blond pigtails. He'd seen her tied up naked for hours the day before, outside in the sun, while watching dozens of other men rape her dozens and dozens of times, so she didn't even try to hide anything from him there in his office. She didn't want to get spanked, too, and trying to cover herself might anger him, she guessed.

"Get up on the desk," he ordered her, sweeping a few papers off the desk and into a drawer before closing it. "On your knees. Put your arms behind you."

Suppressing quiet whimpers, she climbed up on his wide sturdy office desk, knowing for certain she was getting herself ready to be raped, but also sure that if she disobeyed him, she'd just get spanked first, then raped anyway.

He pulled Kaiah's arms behind her back, wrapped a rubber cord over her wrists and back underneath, and pulled it up through, between them, pulling the cord tightly so the two ends with hooks hung loosely behind her. Even as the cord held her wrists pinned together, they pressed against the cord to hold it in place. He reached up to the loose ends of two rubber cords laying linked across two high rods above the desk, pulled them down, and hooked them to the ends of the cord on her wrists so that the three cords together made a large triangle, with the two rods at two corners and her wrists together at the third. The tension in the cords forced her arms upward.

"Uhhw! Owwwh!" Kaiah whimpered, but didn't protest, knowing it would be useless.

He pulled open the main desk drawer at the business side of the desk and lifted another rubber cord from it. "Lean over," he ordered, "and put your neck right at the edge of the desk." Doing so tightened the cords behind her a little more. He wrapped the rubber cord around her neck once, and gently tugged the ends out to the sides of the desk drawer and hooked them there.

It wasn't tight at all, just enough to keep the hooks from coming off the drawer, but when she pulled back in surprise, the cord pulled snugly around her neck and kept her from rising. If she tried to rise up any higher, she realised, she wouldn't be able to breathe until she dropped back down by the drawer. Bent over awkwardly, and now helpless, not just naked, Kaiah's body shook with little tremors of fear.

Jeremy moved behind her and smiled. "Almost ready, you little fuckrag," he sneered. Holding one of her wrists, he forced the rubber cord looped around them higher up her arms, shoving one side at a time, little by little, until he had it around her elbows, just above the bend. Her squeals of pain as the tightly-stretched rubbber scraped along her tender arms amused him.

Her elbows touched; her shoulders ached. Kaiah whimpered even louder, her bare feet feebly kicking as the man hurt her. "AHWWww! UUUHww!! Yyaauww aaauuwww!" Still she didn't protest or plead with him, just softly cried and waited, knowing he was going to rape her no matter what she said.

He folded another cord in half, folded it back over itself to make a double loop at the end, and folded those loops together. After sliding the loops past her foot to her right ankle, he pulled her right leg out wide and hooked the ends of the cord to the end of the desk. He did the same with her left ankle, spreading her legs wide apart, spreading her pussy wide open, and holding her utterly helpless on top of his desk. It only took him a couple of minutes to put the six rubber cords on her, once she was naked and kneeling on his desk, since he already had them ready and waiting for her.

As a final touch, he took a couple of rough wooden blocks from a shelf (they were just the right size; he owned a lumber mill, after all) and returned to the desk. He grabbed Kaiah just above her knee, lifted it off the desk, and jammed a block in underneath, slapping it hard to adjust the position, then did the same with her other knee. He chuckled at the shriek as her weight pressed down on the least-padded part of her leg, but he'd done it mostly to get her pussy a little higher, a little wider open, and just a little more exposed.

Held in such a terribly uncomfortable position, Kaiah squirmed against the stretchable rubber cords, but the frail arms and legs of the seven-year-old girl couldn't possibly pull the cords far enough to escape. When her strength gave out, theirs didn't; they relentlessly pulled her right back where she started: kneeling on her father's boss's desk, leaning over the edge with her face in a desk drawer, her elbows tightly bound together, her arms pulled high behind her back, her legs spread wide with her knees up on blocks, her pussy spread even wider and lewdly exposed toward the open office door.

Five minutes after she entered his office, he had Kaiah ready for anything he wanted to use her for. And she knew it. Kaiah sobbed, unable to see anything except the desk drawer, but knowing she was about to be brutally raped at any moment.

Jeremy walked out to the lumber mill floor and picked out a six-foot-long 1" by 12" board from a stack. He directed his workers to cut it up with the small saws to make as many half-inch by three-inch by two-foot pieces as they could (twenty-four of them, by simple math, slightly below measure, but close enough for his purposes). The saws went ZZzzeeEE!! ZZzzeeEE! ZZzzeeEE! as they cut the boards. The employees wondered what he was up to, having just ruined a valuable flooring board to make what looked to them like a lot of worthless paint-stirring sticks, at best.

He took the first completed stick back to his office. His employees soon heard Kaiah shrieking, though they could only guess why.

With the door to the office wide open, everyone on the mill floor could hear Kaiah wailing and screaming, despite the loud noise from the saws as they finished cutting up the requested pieces. They wondered whether her father, out in the guard station, could hear her also, or whether the screaming of the saws drowned out the girl's screaming at that distance.

Leaving Kaiah crying in his office, Jeremy returned to the lumber mill floor and calmly told his workers "Let's saw some logs." He picked out a few long straight hardwood logs they had on hand, and directed his workers to saw them with the big saw, one slice after another, to make long wide thin boards. Any of them with any sense could see the cuts would mostly make just a lot of sawdust and NOISE.

ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEE!! the saw went, as it cut through a log from one end to the other, taking roughly a full minute to make the cut. The noise being typical of a lumber mill, they were all used to it. A narrow slice of apparently worthless wood fell off the log. Jeremy waved for them to continue with the next cut.

They positioned the log for a second pass at 'sawing logs' as the mill owner requested. Jeremy spoke to the nearest employee. "Your work here has been great. You deserve a reward. Take that into my office," he said, with a wave at one of the two dozen sticks they'd just made, "and get your reward, for as long as one cut lasts."

A bit confused, but curious, the mill worker entered Jeremy's office and found Kaiah kneeling naked on the top of the desk, helplessly squirming and crying, with her pussy spread wide toward him, her face in the desk drawer where she couldn't see him. Her little pussy lips and her little clitty in the middle of her wide-open pussy, like her upraised bare bottom and everything in the vicinity, glowed a rosy pink. The employee stood there with a two-foot-long stick in his hand, and permission to 'get his reward' for about one minute, just as soon as he heard the next cut begin making a huge noise. In no time at all, the employee made up his mind what 'reward' he wanted. Despite the noise from the saw outside the office as it began its next zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, the other employees (all but one) heard high-pitched screams and shrieks and wails from the office.

The saw stopped its run through one log and the men set it up for another pass. The loud screams from the office stopped, and subsided into bawling, barely audible on the mill floor, and quiet enough that they knew her father out in the guard station couldn't hear her. Jeremy spoke to yet another employee and told him his work had been great, and he deserved a reward, and to go into the office that the other employee finally came out of.

That repeated until every employee on the lumber mill floor, but not the guard, had had a turn in the office. The other employees had to wonder whether her father knew Kaiah was in there tied up helpless and naked and screaming. 'Surely he must know!!' one thought. 'He must have sent her there to be punished, right??' another wondered. 'The boss must be doing him a favor, surely,' a third concluded. 'Well, if he doesn't know, I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to tell him!!' they all decided. None of them ever said a word about it: not to Kaiah's father, nor to Jeremy, nor even to each other. Not then, not ever.

Jeremy returned to his office and released Kaiah from the rubber cords. Tears fairly soaked her cheeks in moments after she finally stood upright. "Aren't you going to rape me!??" she bawled.

"Oh how sad. I'd hate to disappoint you. Of course you're going to get raped. Whenever we want, fuckrag! Now get dressed and go," he commanded her.

She rushed to her clothes. She pushed her dress aside, looked around the room wildly, and wailed "My panties are gone!"

"Then you'll have to go home without your panties," Jeremy told her, with a smile.

Resigned to not having her panties, Kaiah turned back to her clothes, and moved her dress again, searching in vain. "My socks are gone, too!" she wailed.

"Then you'll have to go home without any socks," he told her, with a wide grin.

Resigned to going home with neither her panties nor socks, Kaiah moved her shoes to get at her dress, then looked at them closer and wailed "My shoelaces are gone!"

"Then you'll have to go home without any shoelaces!" he laughed at her, very amused. He knew he hadn't taken her panties, he hadn't taken her socks, and he hadn't taken her shoelaces, so one or more of his employees must have seen the opportunity and grabbed souvenirs while they were alone in the office with a bawling naked girl who couldn't see who was there or what he was doing.

Crying, Kaiah set aside her unlaced shoes, and picked up her dress. "Oh nooooohh!!" she wailed. "All my buttons are gone!!"

Jeremy laughed and laughed. Kaiah's dress that day had buttons all the way down the front, from neck to hemline. Without any buttons, it had nothing left to hold it closed. "You'll have to go home without buttons!" he snickered.

Kaiah put on her dress, and finally her shoes. She stood crying, vainly wiping her eyes with the back of one hand, wearing shoes that couldn't be tied, a dress that couldn't be buttoned, and absolutely nothing else other than the small clasps holding her long blond pigtails.

Kaiah wondered how she'd be able to get home, needing both hands on the handlebars while her dress blew back, exposing her nakedness, and needing to pedal slowly because of her loose shoes. She had to go sixteen blocks to get from the lumber mill to her home, she knew, all the way back to the school and then all the way home from there, with a terribly sore bare bottom and pussy from being spanked on both two dozen times two dozen times, while wearing a dress she couldn't button and shoes she couldn't tie. She also knew she'd have to somehow get past crowds of boys in her neighborhood who had deliberately told the men about her being tied to her flagpole so that the men would all come and spank her and make her be a little fuckrag.

Before she had to worry about that problem, she still had to get out of the lumber mill without going past her father at the main gate. Pulling the damaged dress closely around herself, she left the office, immediately drawing the attention of every employee on the lumber mill floor, none of whom were doing any other work anymore. She started to cross the mill floor to the side exit by the shortest path she could see.

A man yelled at her "Where do you think you're going!? You can't just walk through here without safety equipment!" Another one yelled "USE THE CATWALK!!" and pointed to the ladder she'd climbed down earlier.

Crimson with shame, Kaiah climbed the ladder, needing two hands, stepping very carefully to keep her shoes from falling off as she climbed. When she got to the catwalk, she had to retrace her steps. Once again she had to keep her legs apart to get her feet on the boards, she had to hold both arms up and out to the railings and move just one hand at a time, and she had to step even more carefully than before to avoid dropping a shoe. And once again, she passed within ten feet of every employee on the lumber mill floor. But unlike the previous trip on the catwalk, none of them saw her panties on the return trip. Kaiah cried all the way, ashamed of showing every man there her naked body in front as she slowly and carefully approached. Her dress hung open, exposing her from her ankles to her neck, and she couldn't spare a hand to hold it closed. She tried not to look down at them looking up at her as she passed by them.

She finally climbed down the second ladder, descending slowly and carefully to avoid dropping her shoes. She ran unsteadily to the mill door and out, kept running across the parking area, opened the heavy door in the fence, and escaped from the terrible lumber mill, finally making it out to the street. Eyes closed, she panted, her back to the fence. She felt her foot on the sidewalk. She turned back to the door, realising a shoe had fallen off her foot at the last instant.

The door closed and locked.

Giving up on getting her shoe back, she turned to get on her bicycle, and gasped. In shock, Kaiah wailed to no one there, "My bicycle is gone!!"

"And that's a wrap on part one!" a man called while getting back into a white van, carrying a girl's pink shoe with no shoelaces. "Let's get this thing rolling, and pick up the mill vids from Jeremy later. I don't want to miss anything when part two starts out there!"