"And the winner of this years Talent Show is..." I waited as the compare paused for dramatic effect. "13 year old Leila Wells."

For several moments I couldn't understand. I knew that the boy singer who had followed my act had been much better than me. He was 18 and had both the voice and the looks to go far but it was my name that the compare had called as the winner and now several people gave me a shove and I walked unsteadily onto the stage.

As I walked into the bright lights I was blinded and couldn't see the audience just Ruth Richards, the famous record producer as she waited to give me the prize for winning.

Tears began to well up in my eyes as I walked across the stage and over to where Ruth stood waiting. I had been singing since I was nine but this was the first time that I had won anything.

I took the envelope, which contained a £100 prize, from Ruth's hand and felt her lips against my cheek as she kissed me. Then I felt her arms go around me and hug me. I could feel her warm hands on my back through the thin material of my blouse and I could feel my small breasts being squashed against her breasts and then I was released as she turned me towards the crowd and told me to take a bow.

As I bowed I was aware of her warm hand slipping down my back and onto the naked skin of my waist where it was exposed by my costume. The hand curled around my waist and Ruth guided me across the stage and out of the audiences view.

"Well done young lady," I heard Ruth say. "That was a very good performance for someone so young."

At this point my Mum, Dad and two Brothers arrived and I saw Ruth step back as I was hugged and kissed as my family congratulated me.

As the congratulations from my family and the other performers died down I saw Ruth talking to Mum and Dad. I walked over in time to hear Dad agree for us all to join Ruth for dinner at a local restaurant later that evening.

Spending the next hour on a high I was surprised when Dad called for me to say that a car was there to take us to the restaurant. "I need to change first Dad," I told him.

"You don't have time and you look great anyway," he replied and as Mum agreed I gave in and we all set off in a posh black limo.

The restaurant was more exclusive than any we had ever been to and my family all felt rather out of place, dressed as they were for an evening at the holiday centre. I was glad that I still had my stage costume on as at least I looked as if I had dressed for the occasion.

As the waiter took us over to Ruth Richards table I noticed how relaxed and at home she looked. She stood as we approached and insisted on my sitting next to her at the table.

I listened as Ruth immediately started to tell us stories about some of her famous clients and the stories behind some of her successful record hits. The evening passed quickly as we laughed at her many tales.

By the time we had finished our meal the whole family felt as if Ruth was a family friend. She had promised my Brothers a trip to her studio to meet Kylie the next time she was in the UK and had agreed to get some backstage tickets for the whole family to the next 'Blue' concert.

Turning to Mum and Dad Ruth said. "I don't know if you realise what a talent you have in the family with little Leila here. I think that she could be the English JoJo," she said referring to the young 13-year-old girl who had just topped the UK and US charts.

We all looked at her in amazement as she pulled a typewritten form out of her pocket and passed it over to Dad.

"This is an agreement that allows Leila to make a demo with us tomorrow and gives us the rights to her first three records," I heard her say. "We insist on three records as a minimum as it costs us a lot of money to get her established."

"Well I don't know..." Dad started.

"It's a fairly standard contract," Ruth continued pulling out a cheque. "This is an advance against her earnings of ten thousand pounds just to show you how much faith I have in her."

"Ten thousand pounds?" Dad asked in surprise. "You really think that she is that good?"

"You know my track record for picking talent," Ruth replied. "I have launched more performers even than Simon Cowell and I am convinced that little Leila is going to be one of them." As she said this Ruth turned towards me and smiled.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ruth Richards not only wanted me to make records for her but also wanted me to make at least three.

I saw Mum take the cheque from Dad's hand. "Let's have a look at the contract," she said.

As Mum studied the contract Ruth smiled at me. I just sat there praying that Mum and Dad would let me do this. Ruth winked at me and I felt her hand as it squeezed my knee in a reassuring way under the table.

"It says here that you will pay £20,000 or ten percent of the record sales whichever is the higher," Mum said.

"Yes that's right Mrs Wells. I am confident that in Leila we are onto a winner but either way you will get at least £20,000 so you can't lose." She squeezed my knee again as she said this, her warm hand stroking up and down slightly on my bare skin.

"I want her to make a demo video at my club tomorrow and then we can choose a suitable song for her first release," she said turning and looking into my eyes.

"Well I'm not sure that we can make tomorrow Ms. Richards," my Dad said. We have another week left of our holiday.

Ruth smiled and looked embarrassed. "Well actually," she said. "I wasn't expecting you to want to come with her when she makes the video. It is very important that she has no distractions and I need to have total control over her for the day to get the effect that I want. I have lots of famous stars who trust me completely to get the best from them and you and your Daughter will need to learn to do the same if she is to succeed in the record business."

"Well I don't know about her going off with you on your own. She is only thirteen you know," Dad said and I could have cringed.

"Well I'm sorry but if I don't have total control over an artist I don't work with them," Ruth told him and reached across to pluck the contract from Mum's hand before holding out her hand for the cheque.

"Wait a second Ms Richards," my Mum said holding on tightly to the cheque. "Can I just have a few private words with my Husband and Leila?"

"Of course," Ruth replied and giving my leg a final squeeze she stood and walked over to the bar.

"What the hell are you playing at?" my Mum hissed at Dad.

"I just don't like the idea of her being alone with Leila," Dad replied defensively. "She's only just thirteen."

"And you are willing to throw away £20,000 because of that? That's almost as much as you earn in a year," She continued, then looking at me added, "and a chance for our Daughter to be famous. What do you want Leila?" she asked me.

"I want to be famous," I replied. "Please Daddy I want to make records. Please let me go tomorrow."

Dad looked down. "Ok," he said. "Against my better judgement you can go."

Ruth Richards saw that we had finished and came back to the table. "Well?" She asked. "What's it to be?"

"She can go tomorrow to make the video and you can have full control of her in order to get the best out of her," Mum told her and I swear I saw a smile of triumph cross her face."

"But I want her to take a mobile phone with her so she can call us if she needs to," Dad said.

"That's fine," Ruth replied and I saw Mum slip the cheque into her handbag.

"Now if I could have a few words alone with Leila to make sure she understands what is involved in all this and is willing to make sacrifices in order to be successful," Ruth said and Mum nodded and led Dad and my Brothers over to the bar leaving us alone at the table.

"Ok Leila, just how bad do you want this?" She asked me.

"What do you mean," I asked not sure what she meant.

"Well it is going to cost me lots of money to make you a star," she continued. "I need to know that you will follow my instructions tomorrow and do your best to do whatever I tell you."

"Oh yes Ms Richards," I replied frightened that she would change his mind. "I'll do anything to be a singer."

"Good," she said. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear." With that we got up and I felt her put her arm around my shoulders as she led me over to where my parents stood.

After agreeing to pick me up at ten o'clock the next morning Ruth said her goodbyes before coming up to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. As she did I felt her hand slide down my back and give my bum a squeeze before she pulled back and headed for the car park.

I was confused and I'm sure that my face went red, as no one had ever touched me in quite that way before. It was both exciting and a bit dangerous and I felt tingly as I imagined that I could still feel her touch.

I couldn't imagine that a grown woman like Ruth Richards could really fancy me and decided that I must have misinterpreted her touching me. I thought that she must have meant them as reassuring but instead her squeezing my bum and stroking my leg had left me feeling tingly inside.

When I got to my room I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I was thirteen, two weeks ago but was sure that I still looked younger. I was wearing a dark blue lacy shirt that didn't quite reach my waist and a short blue skirt that would have been tight enough to show my panties if I hadn't been wearing a thong.

I turned sideways and looked at my breasts in profile. They were only an 'A' cup but on my slight body I thought that they looked pretty good. Slipping off the shirt and bra I studied my breasts in the mirror. They were small but stood out perfectly from my chest with no sag and were topped by pink nipples that were just like the eraser on the end of a pencil.

Just then a movement at the window caught my eye and I quickly pulled my nightie over my head before walking over to look out. A middle-aged man was hurrying away casting furtive glances back towards me as he went. I realised that he had been spying on me as I changed but instead of being shocked I felt that tingly feeling start again in my pussy.

Now I began to wonder if men his age could find a girl as young as me attractive. As I washed the tingly feeling grew until, when I slipped into bed, my hand slid between my legs until I fell asleep squeezing myself there.

The next morning I awoke early, excited at the prospect of the day ahead. I showered and wrapping myself in a big bath towel, set about choosing the clothes for my big day.

I chose my pale blue underwear, which consisted of a lacy bra with thin straps across my shoulders and a pair of thong panties. I felt very sexy as I studied myself in the mirror.

Over this I chose a baby blue top that was like a peasant blouse. It had ruffles around the sleeves and was worn off the shoulder. The bottom finished about three inches below my breasts leaving a nice expanse of bare midriff showing.

Now I had to decide on a skirt or trousers. I remembered how Ms Richard's hand felt on my leg and decided on a short tight black skirt that came down halfway between my bum and my knee.

A black, strappy pair of shoes with small heels completed my outfit and I twirled around as I looked in the mirror pleased with the way I looked.

As I finished eating in the camp restaurant, Ms Richards came over. "Time we left," she told me and Mum and Dad came with me to the exit where a blue sports car was parked to see me off. Because of the short skirt I had chosen to wear I had trouble getting into the car without showing everyone my underwear but soon I was sat in ready to go.

Dad gave me his mobile phone and told me to look after it and to give him a call if I needed to discuss anything, then we were off leaving Dad looking nervously after us.

Ms Richards wasn't as chatty this morning but as we drove along in silence I notice that from time to time she stole looks at my legs, not bothering to look away whenever she saw me catch her.

"I love your outfit," she complimented me. "You look so sexy in it."

I thanked her and squirmed uncomfortably when she rested her hand on the skin of my leg, just below the hem of my skirt and squeezed it. I heard her mobile ring and Ms Richards telling someone that she was bringing a 13 year old girl in now and that we would be there in time for the lunchtime punters, so make sure the word went out.

I realised with a shock that there was going to be an audience for my video and the thought made me nervous.

After what seemed like a long drive we drove past an old building with blacked out windows. On the front was a sign proclaiming it as Diamonds Night Club. Ms Richards drove down the side and parked near a back door.

Jumping out of the car she came around and opened my door quickly. Now I regretted my choice of skirt. I knew that she could see up my skirt to my thong and that as I got out she would have an even better view. Looking up I realised that she wasn't even pretending to look away but was staring at my crotch with a leer on her face and for the first time I was frightened.

Taking a deep breath I swung my legs out and saw the leer on her face broaden at the view she had of my thong. Reaching out, her hand gripped my arm tightly before taking me to a door and punching in a code to enter.

Inside it was dark and smelled of damp. I found myself being pulled along by the arm until we reached an office with an enormous Russian looking woman inside.

"Hey Mel," the woman greeted Ruth. "Is this the little slut who's going to repay your loan for you?"

"This is Leila and she's here to make a video for us," Ruth answered.

"Oh right," said the huge woman. "Well she had better get on with it cos the punters are getting restless."

Ruth led me to a dressing room as my mind tried to make sense of what was happening. She started to search through a cupboard, pulling out a number of costumes. "You're going to do three sets," she told me. "In the first one you are going to wear this schoolgirl costume, in the second this cheerleader outfit and in the third a catsuit." As she said each one Ruth held up the outfits in question ending up by handing me the schoolgirl outfit.

My first reaction was that there wasn't much of each of the outfits. They all appeared to be extremely skimpy and the skirt for the schoolgirl outfit was little more than a wide belt.

"Come on get ready. They're waiting for you," Ruth yelled and as tears filled my eyes I realised that she didn't intend leaving the room while I changed. Turning my back I slipped my top off and put on the blouse. I don't know who it was made for but there was only one button on the front so it gaped open showing my bra. Next I undid my skirt and let it drop to the floor picking up the skirt for my outfit to replace it.

"My god you're sexy," Ruth said and looking up I saw in the mirror that her eyes were glued to my bum. I went red with embarrassment as I realised that with my thong strap riding up between the cheeks of my bum I was completely exposed to her.

Putting the tiny skirt on I was mortified to find that it didn't even cover my bum and realised that if I went on stage dressed like this the men seated near the stage would be able to see everything underneath.

"Err Ms Richards," I said. "You can't expect me to go out there dressed like this. It doesn't cover me properly."

"Look just get out there and sing your song, you ungrateful little bitch." She yelled. "I don't give a fuck about your modesty. Now move."

Tears rolled down my face as she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the stage. "Just get out there and sing for the nice men or you'll regret it," she threatened as she pushed me into the lights.

The stage was small and narrow with the audience surrounding it on three sides. In the middle was a pole that went from the floor to the ceiling. The audience was made up of about twenty men all of about 40 or 50 years old and they all sat close to the stage.

Backing up towards the exit I suddenly felt my arm grabbed as the huge Russian looking woman pulled me to the front edge of the stage. "You can either sing or strip but your not leaving this stage till you've done one or the other," she warned me letting go of me and waiting, threateningly until I started to sing in a faltering voice.

As I sang without any music I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to make eye contact with the audience but as I got to the last verse I sneaked a look down at them and was horrified to see that some of them had their cocks out and were rubbing them as they looked up my skirt. Bursting into tears I rushed off the stage and straight into Ruth who grabbed me and pulled me into the dressing room followed by the huge Russian woman.

"I guess you didn't tell her what to expect?" The Russian said to Ruth.

"Shit no," Ruth replied laughing. "I'd never have got a fresh little cunt like this if I had told her what we were going to do to her."

"Better put a shocker on her then," the huge Russian said and handed Ruth a strap with a small black box on it before grabbing me and twisting my arms behind my back.

As I screamed and leant forward to avoid the pain, Ruth put the strap around my neck and buckled it behind my head. I could feel the woman who was holding me squeeze my bum painfully in her huge hand and as she released me I tried to tear the belt off my neck.

A tremendous pain gripped me and I couldn't breathe or move except to thrash around on the floor where I had fallen. As the pain eased I heard the Russian woman tell me never to try removing the belt or I would get another shock.

Ruth pulled me to my feet and showed me a box that she held in his hand. It had two buttons, a red one and a black one. "If I push the black button this happens," Ruth said and I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck. "If that isn't enough to make you do as you're told then I'll push the red one and you know what happens then?"

"Come on girl, let's not keep the customers waiting," the Russian woman said holding up the cheerleader costume.

When I didn't move I felt a sharp pain in my neck as Ruth pushed the black button. This time the pain kept going until I snatched the costume from the huge Russian's hands.

"Oh yes," Ruth said. "I forgot to mention that the length of the shock is controlled by how long I hold the button down, so I can make it far worse and could even kill you just by pressing and holding the red button for too long. Now undress and put the cheerleader outfit on."

Turning my back I took off the blouse and short skirt of the schoolgirl outfit.

"Take off your bra," Ordered the Russian woman and I reached behind my back and unclipped the hooks, letting it slip down my arms and off.

"Now turn around," she ordered and as a sharp pain shot through my neck I turned quickly covering myself with my hands. The huge Russian woman strode towards me and her hand shot out slapping me so hard around my face that she knocked me to the floor. My face felt as though it was on fire as I lay there sobbing.

"Get up and this time keep your hands out the way," Ruth ordered and I struggled to my feet careful to keep my hands by my side. I could see myself in the mirror of the dressing room, dressed only in my pale blue thong and with a bright red handprint across my cheek.

They stood for several minutes just looking at me before the Russian woman turned to Ruth and said. "She is good, this one. We should make forty or fifty thousand before selling her on."

I realised then that I wasn't here just to make a music video. "But my parents know all about you," I told Ruth. "They know who you are and will get the police after you when I don't turn up."

"Yes and the real Ruth Richards will have some explaining to do," Ruth laughed.

Suddenly it dawned on me that no one had thought to check that this woman was Ruth Richards. We had been so flattered by her attention that we assumed the Holiday Park would have done it but they in turn had been so pleased to have her there that no one had checked out her claim as to who she was.

The Russian gave Ruth an envelope and held out her hand for the remote for my collar. Ruth almost seemed reluctant to hand it over but soon the controls were in the Russian woman's huge hand.

"Now you are mine," the Russian said looking me up and down. "We have a club here where old men pay much money to play with little girls like you. All you have to do is exactly what I tell you. Understand?"

I nodded my head but this wasn't enough and a shock hit me as she pressed the button holding it. "I can't hear you!" She shouted.

"Yes. I understand," I yelled out and she released the button, a smile spreading across her face.

"Good, now you put on the costume for me," she ordered.

Picking up the tiny top I pulled it over my head to find that it only just covered my breasts. Any jumping about was going to cause it to ride up and leave them on show. Looking up ready to say something I saw the look on the Russian woman's face and realised that was exactly what she wanted.

I looked for the pants to go with the outfit but all that was left was the short skirt and pom-poms. I pulled on the short skirt, which again only just covered my bum and picked up the pom-poms ready to go.

"Ok," said my Russian captor. "This is what I want you to do. You have seen the American Cheerleaders doing their stuff, yes?"

"Yes," I answered quickly remembering what happened last time when I just nodded.

"Good. Well I want you to do all that they do, yes?" She explained. "You dance, do high kicks, twirl round, bend over and look between your legs, and clap hands over your head. You understand?"

I understood all right. If I did as she told me I was going to be displaying every bit of my body to the watching men in the most revealing outfit I could imagine. I saw her finger move to the button on the controls and quickly blurted out, "Yes I understand."

"I don't want you being lazy," she told me. I want you jumping up and down the whole time. Very active. Yes?"

"Yes," I answered as she took my arm and led me back to the stage.

"Remember if you get lazy I use the button. Ok," she threatened and shoved me into the middle of the stage.

I stood on the stage for a moment and every head in the place turned to look at me. I was barefoot and dressed in just a tiny skirt and very short top and I could see the lust on the faces of the men in front of me. Several reached into their trousers and pulled out their cocks, rubbing them as they looked up my skirt as I stood on the stage in front of them.

Suddenly loud music blared out and I realised that I was expected to start. I hesitated just a moment too long and felt the pain as a short shock hit me. I had some dance training and started by bouncing up and down, which had the effect of lifting the short skirt up and exposing my thong to the audience.

By now they were shouting at me and telling me what they wanted. I looked to the side and the Russian mimed high kicks and held the control threateningly so I did a series of high kicks before spinning around and around which gave the men a nice view of my bum as the thong had crept between my cheeks.

Suddenly the Russian's voice came over the loudspeaker and I realised that she was giving me instructions. "Come on Leila, lets see you do some bending exercises," she suggested and the crowd roared their approval.

I bent over as if to touch my toes and straightened as if to stretch up and as I did I felt the material covering my breasts rise, baring them, to the approval of the watching men. Quickly I pulled the shirt down only to be ordered by the Russian woman to do twenty more and to leave my shirt until I had finished.

As I did the exercises in time to the music the Russian came on stage with a hand mic and stood alongside me. When I had finished she told me to do fifty jumps starting with my hands at my side and ending with them clapping above my head. Again my breasts were soon uncovered and this new exercise left me open to the men's stares even more than the last.

By now I was sweating and exhausted as I was ordered to do handstands, which caused the short skirt to fall totally exposing my small thong and push ups which left me shaking as my arms gave out. Finally I had to finish with the splits and fall back leaving my legs wide apart for the men to enjoy the view.

The Russian made me lay still for about five minutes as the men crowded around the front of the stage, before calling me off stage and taking me back to the changing room.

"That was very good," she said "but we will have to work on it to make you better."

I realised that I was going to have to repeat this performance whenever she wanted and I started to cry. My Russian captor just laughed as she enjoyed my helplessness.

"Ok. Now you take off the costume and we get you ready for the last one, Yes?" She ordered and I undid the short skirt and let it drop before pulling off the tiny top that had covered so little during my last dance.

A towel was thrown at me and I gratefully dried myself off before picking up the last costume.

This one consisted of a one-piece black costume like a swimsuit, a pair of cats ears on a hair-band, a lead and what looked like a whip with a handle about ten inches long. The costume had Velcro on all the seams and it was obvious that it was designed to allow it to be torn off easily. I uneasily went to put it on, only to be stopped by the Russian.

"First you remove your underthings," she told me pointing at my thong.

As I slipped them down my legs and off I saw her looking between my legs at my pussy and the few hairs that I had there. I could see the lust on her face and feared what she had planned for me later.

Quickly I pulled the cat costume on. It had a slit at the back over my bum and had Velcro in the seam between my legs but it held together as I stood up. Looking in the mirror I could see how high it was cut on the thighs and how much of me it exposed.

I put the ears on and held up the whip and lead looking puzzled at the Russian. She took the lead and clipped it to my collar leaving me with just the whip.

"That is your tail," she told me. I must have looked puzzled because she then explained. "The wooden handle goes up your arse and the rest sticks out like a tail."

"No," I screamed in sudden realisation of what she meant. I looked around for somewhere to run but she just held up the control and let me see as she pressed the red button.

My world exploded in pain and my throat closed, stopping me breathing. She must have held it pressed for some time because the agony that tore through me was far worse than last time. Finally I could breathe again and lay on the floor as she allowed me to recover.

"You never say no to me," she warned me, "or that is what you will get. Now get up and come here."

As I struggled to my feet she picked up the whip and opening a jar began to coat the handle with a gel of some kind. "Now bend over that chair with your arse in the air," she ordered. When I did she ripped open the crotch of the catsuit and I felt her hand as she applied some of the gel to the exposed rosebud of my bum. Still scared, I remained bending as her finger pushed against my hole and bit-by-bit forced it's way inside me.

I screamed at the pain of the finger forcing me open but she just kept pushing and twisting until it was buried as far as it would go. Yanking it out made me jump with shock at the feeling and she laughed at my discomfort as she pushed the handle of the whip up against my rosebud.

Twisting and pushing she began to force the handle into me. It felt as though it were huge as it stretched me open. The crowd outside could hear me as I screamed in pain and began to get excited in anticipation of the fun to come. I was sure that the handle had torn me open and was amazed at how far up inside me it felt as if it had gone.

The handle had a wider bit near the end and it hurt more as the Russian woman pushed it in until I felt my bottom close over this leaving a short bit of handle and the leather straps hanging out.

"Get up," I was ordered and I gingerly straightened up feeling pain from the whip handle shoot through me as it pushed into me even further.

"Now these," my tormentor said, holding up what looked like four mittens. "Hold out your hands," she ordered and when I did she slipped them on and buckled them around my wrists. It now looked like I had paws as the material was the same as the cat-suit I was wearing. I noticed that each mitten had a clip so they could be fastened together or to something else and the thought made my knees go weak.

"Now your feet," she ordered and slipped the other mittens on fastening them tightly around my ankles. Again they had strong clips hanging from them and it didn't take much imagination to guess what they were for.

"One last thing," the huge Russian woman said and I saw that she was holding a small padlock. She reached out and clipped this to the collar with the shocker on. "Now it won't come off till I unlock it," she said dropping the key into her pocket.

As I looked over at the mirror I saw myself in the skintight costume. The pain from the whip handle caused me to screw up my face. I could see that the handle wasn't completely inside me and about four inches stuck out, giving the effect of a short tail with the braids from the whip hanging down from it. The mittens on my hands and feet made me look like I had paws and the ears on the headband finished it off.

The Russian grasped my face in her huge hand and turned it up towards her. "You don't realise but you should be thanking me for lubing up your arse and stretching it a bit before all the men get to use it," she told me.

Realisation dawned on me that she was going to let the audience rape me and I froze in fear feeling faint as the blood drained from my face.

"On all fours," the Russian ordered but in my shocked state all I could do was look around for somewhere to run to. Excruciating pain shot through me as, without warning, she pushed the red button and I dropped to the floor unable to control my muscles and unable to breathe.

It seemed ages before she released the button and I was able to breath again. As I recovered I looked up only to find my Russian captor looking at me with a look of pure evil on her face.

"On all fours," she repeated holding up the buttons for me to see and smiling evilly at me as I struggled to comply. "Not on your knees," she shouted, "Just on your hands and feet."

Struggling to get into the bent over position that she had ordered me into, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. With my hands and feet on the floor, my bottom was jutting up into the air with the tail sticking out obscenely from it. Picking up the lead she pulled me towards her as I struggled to stay in position.

Walking around behind me she grasped the whip in my bum and pushed it further in, twisting it as she did. I screamed in pain as it stretched me apart even further and struggled to stay in my position knowing what the penalty for moving would be.

"Ok," she said. "Now you are ready for our little game. There is only one rule. Do everything that you are told to do immediately, or you will be hurt."

As she pulled me from the dressing room out onto the stage she stopped to pick up a thin cane, before parading me around the stage, still on my hands and feet and with my bottom in the air, for all the men to see.

The roar of approval from the audience as she led me around drowned her voice and frightened me. Stepping behind me she started guiding me with sharp, painful, taps on my arms and legs from her cane as she showed me off in my skimpy outfit to the men who all had their hard cocks in their hands as their eyes burnt through me.

Every now and then she stopped me and twisted the whip handle in my bum pushing it harder inside me. Each time she did and I screamed out in pain the men got a little more excited.

As I was led around I noticed several of the men rubbing their cock furiously until they came into an ashtray, which was then passed to the next man. When the ashtray was half full the men pushed it onto the edge of the stage, in front of them and when she saw this the Russian woman guided me over to it with smacks from the stick until it was just in front of me.

The men who had filled the ashtray were just in front of me, watching expectantly as the Russian woman pushed my head towards the cum-filled containers. One of them shouted for me to drink my milk and I realised with horror what was expected of me. A painful short shock hit me, as the Russian began to lose patience and I knew that the next one would really hurt.

With tears filling my eyes I dipped my head and stuck my tongue into the sticky mess in the ashtray feeling the cold slime against my warm tongue. I did this several times pretending to lick it up before my bum exploded in pain as the Russian woman hit me with the cane, shouting at me to lick it all up quickly and stop wasting time. Quickly I began slurping the horrible tasting slimy mess into my mouth, forcing myself to swallow and trying desperately not to vomit it all up again. When ordered to, I licked the ashtray clean, much to the men's amusement, tasting the stale ash as I did so.

Several more ashtrays were pushed onto the stage and I was forced to repeat the filthy trick several times before they began to tire of this and want more.

Leading me over to where some ropes hung from a frame, the Russian clipped them to my mittens and they began to rise until I was standing on tiptoes. Now two more ropes were clipped to my ankles and my legs were pulled apart and off the ground until it hurt so much I screamed in pain, leaving me hanging by my hands with the mittens digging in painfully on my wrists.

By the time I recovered my senses I realised that I was being auctioned to the men. The Russian explained that there were four auctions for the perverts to bid on. They could bid to whip my front or back or they could do me in the mouth or bum! She explained that my virginity would be auctioned tonight when they had a bigger crowd in.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing as the bidding continued until the four men who had won were called up on stage. £3,000 was paid to the Russian who, walking behind me yanked the whip from my bum, without warning, causing me to scream loudly from the pain that shot through my insides.

The frame that I was hanging from was turned around until my back was facing the audience and then I felt a hand grip the neck of my skimpy outfit, which with one yank was ripped from my body.

"Remember 10 strokes anywhere on the back of her," she reminded a man as she handed him the whip.

Struggling to turn around to see who it was I saw a kindly looking old man who could have been someone's Grandfather. I watched as he raised the whip and smiled at me before slashing the whip across my bum.

Pain exploded as all of the strands of the whip slashed across it at once. Never had I felt pain like this and I screamed so loud it drowned out the voices of all of the men.

Before I could recover my breath the whip hit me a second time. This time the pain exploded across my back. Still screaming from the first stroke I struggled to catch my breath as a third blow hit my back coming in the other direction.

The next two blows were to my lower back both bringing fresh screams from my throat, which was already sore. I was sure that I could feel blood trickling from the wounds as my attacker paused for a moment

The crowd of men shouted five and I realised that I was only halfway through my torment as I hung from my straining arms in the frame.

Sensing the next blow was about to be delivered I tensed my body and the crowd laughed as the whip whistled harmlessly by as my attacker sought to torment me as much as he could.

The next two blows were excruciating as they slashed first the inside of my left leg and then the inside of my right leg, as they were held wide apart by the frame I was tied to. Again I screamed loudly and pulled at my ropes in an effort the escape but the ropes held firm.

With three blows to go I felt my attacker run his hands across the painful welts that he had raised. I winced and saw him smile as he stepped back and raised the whip again.

It was obvious that he had really put everything he had into the next two blows as they landed on the junction of the top of my legs and my bottom. My scream was hoarse but loud as I let the men know just how much these two blows had hurt but I was relieved to hear them count nine as the second blow landed.

With only one last blow left the bastard took his time. He ran his fingers over my sore body and I could feel the ridges of the welts that he had raised as his fingers scraped across them.

As he stepped back I knew that this one was going to be bad. The smile of satisfaction on his face told me that he was enjoying this and the way he looked around at his audience made me think that he wanted to show them just how much he could hurt me. Looking back over my shoulder I saw him raise the whip and quickly turned my head back to the front as I couldn't bare to see it coming.

It felt as if someone had slashed my bum open with a red-hot knife and it was several seconds before the pain really hit me. I couldn't scream, as I had no breath left in my body as the agony engulfed me and everything went black.

Waking up I found the Russian woman was slapping my face hard. "Wake up you lazy bitch," she shouted, more for the audiences benefit than mine.

Now I could feel the pain across my back, legs and bum I sobbed uncontrollably. The pain in my wrists as I hang there was nothing compared to the pain from my whipping.

I felt the frame being turned until I was facing towards the audience and saw the Russian woman hand the thin cane to a sour faced, middle aged man who looked like a school teacher.

As he approached me the man swished the cane through the air as if he was testing it before using it on my body. I was begging him not to hit me but he just smiled the cruellest smile that I have ever seen as he raised the cane to shoulder height and slashed it down across the top of my left breast. I had thought that the whip had hurt but this was ten times worse as the pain radiated throughout my chest. My scream of agony only made his smile grow bigger as he lined up his second blow on my right breast.

It was impossible for me to turn away as I watched the blow descend towards me. It was as if everything was in slow motion as the cane whacked against the creamy skin. As I screamed again I saw the long red welt form on the skin as the cane was brought up ready for the next blow.

The next two blows were to the inside of my thighs and had me dancing about in the frame as I tried to ease the agony that burnt through my body, followed by two blows to my stomach that had me fighting for breath.

The man with the cane now came and stood alongside me and through my tears I saw that he was aiming an upward blow to the underside of my left breast. Again his aim was accurate and I was still screaming and writhing in agony as he switched sides and aimed his next blow to the underside of my right breast.

By now my breasts felt as if they were swollen to several times their usual size, as well as feeling that they were on fire but the man wasn't finished with them yet.

His final two blows made me feel sick with the pain as he slashed the cane down directly on first one nipple and then the other. Shrieks burst from my throat and I danced in the frame at the agony of these last two blows.

The crowd of men had fallen silent, in awe of the sadistic beating that I had just suffered. Blood trickled from both my nipples where the force of the blows had split the skin and my body was covered in angry red welts as testimony to the power of my beating. At some stage I had wet myself and the wee stung the welts on the inside of my thighs as it ran down my legs.

Even the Russian woman seemed shocked as her eyes took in my damaged body but that could be just that she was worried about her investment in me.

The frame was wheeled to the front of the stage and I was left hanging there while the men all had a chance to examine my body and the painful welts from the beating I had received.

Now my ankles were untied and I was lowered to the stage, my hands were released and the frame was taken away and replaced by a small square table. Grabbing me by the hair the Russian woman pulled me to my feet and forced me face down across it.

I screamed as the welts on my body were roughly crushed against the hard wood of the table and struggled as my arms and legs were both tied to the front legs of the table and my knees were tied wide apart to the tables other legs, leaving me face down with my head off one side of the table and my bum, in the air off the other side.

Grabbing a handful of my hair one of the remaining men pulled my head up till I could see that he had removed his trousers and underwear and his cock was sticking up in front of me. At the same time I felt someone push up against my body from behind. I could feel their hairy legs against my skin and then felt them push their cock up against my bum.

I winced at the pain as he rubbed against the welts on my skin and tried to struggle as he tried to force himself inside my bum but the ropes held me tight against the table. Pushing hard the man behind me forced his way into my bum and as I opened my mouth and screamed the man in front, who must have been waiting for this, pushed his cock into my mouth.

I was in so much pain now I thought I would pass out. The attacker in my bum was gradually forcing himself further inside me, tearing me open with his cock, while the one in my mouth was pulling my hair hard as he forced his foul tasting cock in and out of my mouth. My body was rocked back and forth on the rough table, scraping against my welts and making the cuts on my nipples start bleeding again and the man behind was pushing up against the welts on my bum and the back of my legs. It hurt so much that I was screaming around the cock in my mouth the whole time they raped me.

Slowly at first then gradually harder and faster they raped me. The man in my mouth forcing his cock into my throat and choking me while the one behind sunk his cock so far into me that I felt his balls slapping against my pussy. Now the man in front was pulling my hair hard as he tried to force the whole length of his cock down my throat until my lips were tight against his hairy balls.

I struggled, unable to breath as they raped me harder and harder. I could feel myself beginning to loose consciousness when the man in my mouth gave one last shove and started emptying himself down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow as he held himself there until he had finished by which time everything was beginning to turn dark. Suddenly he pulled his cock out and I was gasping and coughing for breath as I felt the man behind begin to make short hard strokes into me, hurting my bum even more.

At last he pushed in hard and held himself there and I felt his cock jumping inside me, as a warm wet feeling spread through my bum. After some time he pulled himself out of me and I felt something that I imagined was blood running down the inside of my legs.

I was left laying there terrified as I heard the Russian woman tell the audience that if they came back tonight she would be auctioning off my virginity after which they could have any hole they wanted for £50 a time and that I would be available for private sessions from Monday onwards.

After about 30 minutes they released me from the table and hardly able to stand I was dragged back to the dressing room where I was pushed into a shower and hosed down to clean me up.

My captor was almost gentle as she patted me down with a towel to dry the water off me and covered my back in soothing cream. Laying me down on a couch she began to spread the cream into the welts on my front until they were all covered.

As I lay there I watched as she stood up and stripped off her clothes, revealing her large heavy body with sagging breasts and pale flesh. Then to my horror she climbed onto the couch with one knee either side of my head and lowered her hairy pussy until it touched my lips.

"Lick my cunt, you lazy bitch," she ordered when I just lay there and when I didn't react fast enough she reached behind herself and twisted one of my cane damaged nipples. As I screamed in pain she ground herself into my mouth and I tasted the strong bite of her juices.

"Lick it you bitch," she repeated, louder and as she twisted again on my nipple I stuck my tongue inside her and begun licking up and down. I felt her settle back and sigh and watched her hand as she started to play with her own clit. Soon I could feel her juices running into my mouth as the weight of her held it open and was commanded to lick and suck her harder or she would beat me. I did as I was told, hating the taste and smell until she began to shake as her orgasm hit her.

"I'm glad we have all afternoon before the men have you again," she told me. "You can make me cum many times before then."

During the long afternoon I was forced to lick and suck every inch of her pussy, sticking my tongue in as deep as I could to lick out her bitter juices and sucking and licking at her clit till my mouth was sore. At some point we were joined by another woman and I was put to work satisfying her as well until late in the afternoon I was chained by my neck to a ring on the wall and allowed to fall into an exhausted sleep.

I woke to find the other woman back with several pieces of pizza and a glass of water for me and after eating I was released and told to shower ready for the evening.

When I came out of the shower a school uniform had been laid out on the bed and I was ordered to dress in it. I was surprised to find that the skirt was longer than I expected and the underwear consisted of a modest bra and white cotton panties. With a white blouse and short white socks I could have been dressed in my own school uniform.

The woman who had fed me sat me down and did my hair into a high ponytail before using make up on my face. As I looked in the mirror I realised that she had done exactly the opposite of what I usually did. I tried to make myself look older but the girl in the mirror looked even younger than me.

In the background I was aware that the club must have opened as the noise of men laughing and drinking filled the air and I began to get nervous knowing what was to happen to me tonight.

"Stand up," the Russian woman shouted as she entered the room and I jumped to my feet in fear of her, as she looked me over. "Yes," she said, "they will love you."

Thin but strong chains were fastened around my wrists and ankles before she led me to the side of the stage, picking up her usual cane on the way. Turning to the other woman the Russian said "I think we are looking at about £5000 from her tonight so about £10,000 in her first day with us, not bad eh?"

I knew that she was talking about me and was shocked at the way she saw me as an object that would earn her money but apart from tears coming to my eyes there was nothing that I could do about it.

"You are going to dance for the men," she told me. "When I tell you to you will start removing your clothes. Understand?"

I saw her raise the controls for the shocker and quickly blurted out "yes Maam," before she could shock me.

"Polite little bitch, aren't you?" She said sarcastically as she turned her attention back to the men and dragged me forward onto the front of the stage.

As I stood there looking around I could see that it was a lot more crowded that earlier, with about fifty or sixty men in the crowd. All eyes were on me and I could see that the men approved of the way I looked from the lust on their faces, that they didn't bother to hide.

The Russian woman was telling the men, that tonight was a very special night, as she had a very cute virgin for them to play with. At this the crowd of men bayed like a pack of dogs as they undressed me with their eyes.

She explained that one lucky man was going to be the first to ever have sex with me and was going to be able to do it with an audience of his peers. After this they would all be able to have their fill of me at £50 a hole.

Now the men could see the fear on my face and the noise of the crowd got even worse. The Russian woman told them that I was going to dance and during the dance she would take bids for my virginity, by the end of the dance there would be a winner.

Turning to me she shouted at me to dance and some dance music started up over the noise of the men. I was still stunned by what was happening and it was only when a short shock hit me that I started on one of the dance routines that I had learnt when I was at dance school.

As I danced I heard the bidding start and within seconds it was up to £1000. The Russian woman ordered me to take off my blouse and then turned her attention back to getting as much for my virginity as she could.

At £2000 she told me to lose my skirt and gave me a short shock, telling me to move my arse more. Now I was just dancing in my bra and the white cotton knickers the men were shouting suggestions as to what they were going to do to me making my face burn red with embarrassment.

£2,500 came and I was ordered to remove my bra. Even though I had been naked at lunchtime, having to remove it myself humiliated me more but seeing the woman move her finger to the control of the shocker made me move quickly to take it off.

Now the bidding slowed and at £2,800 the order came to remove my knickers. I knew that no matter what, I couldn't do it with all of those men watching me. I decided to make a run for it but never even made the side of the stage before the pain dropped me to the floor.

I couldn't breathe as the pain tore through my body and for a moment I thought that she was going to kill me but finally the pain eased and I found myself gasping for breath as I lay on the floor.

The music came to an end as I lay there and the woman called for any last bids and accepted a final bid for £3,000 from a short fat man in the front row.

As the man came up on the stage I was grabbed by the hair and dragged over to the table, my knickers were torn off and I was forced onto it laying face up. My legs and wrists were pulled to the table legs and the chains on my wrists and ankles tied tightly to them.

Looking up I saw the man handing the Russian woman his credit card and heard her tell him that he would have to wait until it was authorised before he got to fuck me.

It seemed weird laying there exposed and helpless waiting for this short, fat, ugly man to have his purchase authorised, before he could rape me but after a few minutes the Russian woman confirmed that he could go ahead.

The man came over and stood between my legs running his sweaty hand up and down my thigh. I begged him not to do this but he just smiled and told me to relax and he wouldn't hurt me too much.

Now he ran his fingers over the welts left from my earlier beatings and he painfully pinched my damaged nipples with one hand while the other undid his trousers.

Looking down I saw his cock jump free as he pushed his underwear aside and felt it touch me as he moved up and rubbed it against the outside of my pussy.

The man's sweaty hands pulled apart the lips of my pussy and I could feel him push up against my entrance as I lay there sobbing and begging him not to do this to me but he just smiled and pushed the head of his cock inside me.

At first it didn't hurt but suddenly he lunged forward and I felt a tearing inside me, which made me scream out in pain. He now gripped my hips and pulled me onto him as he pushed into me. As the burning pain started to ease I could feel him deep inside me opening me up more with every thrust.

Drips of his sweat were falling onto my skin as he leant over me, squashing my body with his weight and it wasn't long before he pushed extra hard inside me and held himself there as I felt his cock spasm as he filled me with his cum.

As he finally pulled himself from my body I saw a line of men had formed on the stage and another man stepped forward and took his place between my legs, thrusting himself inside me. This one was bigger and I felt him tear me more as he stretched me open wider than the first man but I only whimpered in pain as he got on with it.

After he came inside me the next man took his place but this time my head was pulled up and I was forced to open my mouth for a cock to go in there as well. I could do nothing, tied as I was, as my mouth and pussy was used again and again.

Many times I thought I was going to be choked to death and I even began to welcome the idea but each time the cock in my mouth was pulled out long enough for me to get a couple of breaths before it was forced back inside me.

The men were goading each other on and telling each other to do me harder and I could hear the men calling me all sorts of disgusting names as they hurt me.

Several of the men were much bigger than the others and it felt as if they went much deeper inside me, hurting me much more but the worst was when one of the bigger men used my mouth and throat. It felt like I would die before he pulled out and left me choking and unable to even speak after he had finished with me.

Looking at the clock on the wall I could see that three and a half hours had passed since I had been tied to the table and by now the men were taking their time with me having already had a turn with me before. Now they were being crueler to me and started to pinch my clitty and nipples or smack my breasts to make me move as they took their turns on me.

A sticky mess continuously leaked from my bruised pussy and I had trouble seeing out of my eyes, where some of the men had cum on my face. I could feel the cum cracking where it dried on me and if I was able to, I would have screamed from the cramps that were wracking my body where it was tied in this forced position.

Man after man took their turn in my previously virgin body. On and on it went until I ceased to register the change of man between my legs, only feeling the thrusting and pinching until at last it stopped.

Leaving me tied there, the men began to go home to their wives and children as the Russian woman told them that from tomorrow I would be available for one on one sessions with them.