In the darkness of the converted basement, the six-year old girl in only white nylons and white p.v.c. garter belt stood, arms straight out on attached side boards, bound to the wooden plank at her back. The chrome chains around her ankles, hips and chest glinted in the light of the five candles situated in front of her. "Are you sure nobody else knows she exists?" asked Chris, in her vinyl zip-side skirt, bandeau top, strappy pumps and studded mask.

"Not a soul." replied her mother, Maureen.

"Mommy! Help me!" screamed the sexy little girl. Chris attached a leather restraint to the child's right ankle. She then attached a 16" spreader bar to the ring on the restraint, put a restraint on the child's left ankle, unlocked the chain that was holding the girl's ankles to the board and finally, coupled the spreader bar to the left restraint. The girl tried to lift her knees and kick now, so Chris squatted and kissed the girl's tummy gently and explained to her, "I'm going to punch you in the stomach very hard." She stood, and the girl looked at her in shock.

"You can close your eyes first, if you want to. Do you want to close your eyes first?" The six-year old's chin trembled and tears continued. Her mother was masturbating vigorously, wanting to synchronize her orgasm with the punch. "Ok, sweetie! Big breath!" said Chris. She put her left hand on the girl's right shoulder, pressing it to the board, and punched her with every bit of strength she had. The sexily-dressed youngster puked violently and immediately, and her mother came about five seconds later.

Chris stepped back, and tilting and locking the swivel under the little girl's back board so that her feet were about two feet above the linoleum floor, nodded to the girl's mother. Maureen knelt gracefully-yet-quickly and began pulling apart and licking the gasping girl's puke-covered pussy. Chris took a wet cloth and cleaned the girl's body and lingerie down as her mother took care of her insides.

Even though Chris had just paid Maureen $15,000 for the little girl, when it came time for delivery, she just couldn't tell her mom to leave. Especially after becoming such close friends in the last six months. Chris instinctively descended upon the immature nipples of the chained and restrained girl, then attached tiny, jeweled clip-on nipple adornments. She had to pinch hard below the nipple and suck like crazy to get the child's nipples to become erect enough to accept the clips, but it was well worth it in the end. Naked Maureen stood and hugged Chris from behind as she did this.

The girl had never experienced any bondage or torture before. Maureen had frequently read stories to her girls of whose time it was to be murdered and/or tortured, but the little girl had always thought that these were only just what they seemed; stories. Maureen and her husband had always destined the little girl to be sold at five or six years of age, however. There are thousands of adults waiting to pay top dollar for children who have no birth records. Their six year old had been a home-birth, and had never been outside the house, staying in restraints all day, barely able to walk around, and staying in her 6' X 6' cage in the cellar all night long.

Chris then took out a catheter tube and urine bag and hung them from an overhead hook. The little six-year-old could hardly cry anymore, but managed, "What are you going to do?" "We're going to electrocute your little bladder!" Chris quickly replied. She knew that the girl did not know what that meant, and found great pleasure in knowing the girl's confusion. The girl didn't even ask. She knew it wouldn't help her to know. Her mom stroked her hair as Chris lubricated the six inch, 9 Fr. urethral sound, specially made to get up into little girls' bladders.

"You look very sexy in your nylons..." Chris said, and without waiting for a reply, swiveled the child's back board so that the child was lying level. "Okay sweetie.., I'm just going to put something here to tie your knees down. Ok? Cause you're going to feel like jumping around a little bit. All Right?" Black, 2" wide leather bands were drawn tight over her thin knees and around the backboard. Her mom was now dropping kisses on the child's sweaty forehead and the child was praying quietly, her little tummy sexily heaving as she started to sob again.

Standing on the child's right, Chris placed her left palm over the girl's uterus and with her right, inserted the curved, steel rod. "You're going to feel a little pinch." she warned.., and jammed the tip of the rod with quite a bit of force through the child's hymen. The girl began screaming, rocking her head from side-to-side. Chris came up behind the little girl's g-spot with the tip of the dialator rod and quickly and aggressively abraded it. The blood was continuous, as was the screaming. Maureen was face-to-face with the trying-to-thrash girl and felt so proud of her! She held her child's head still and lapped the sweat off her forehead.

Although Chris knew that the screaming, incredibly sexy child was in as much pain as she could possibly give her, she knew that if she was going to force a urination out of the six-year-old, she'd have to do it now or it might come out now, dribbling uselessly onto the floor. She pushed down on top of the little girl's bladder to feel from the outside.., and worked the rod far up into the child until it was seated comfortably inside the bladder. She worked it around a bit, in gentle circles, and as she knew it would, it eventually calmed the child a great deal.

As Chris attached the electric leads from the P.E.S. box to the end of the steel rod protruding from the child, naked Maureen spread electro-conductive paste on the skin above her daughter's bladder and attached two electric pads, side-by-side. The leads to the pads went to a second P.E.S. box and both boxes were hooked up to a small computer, which synchronized their pulse and rate to the natural muscular rythym of the child's bladder. All the urine in the girl's bladder would be forcefully and painfully ejected. "Ok! Can you push for us like a good girl?" asked Chris in mock empathy. "Push like you have to go real bad, ok, sweetie?" She knew the pushing would not produce any more urine, but it would be valuable to the child during her ordeal, similar to a cowboy biting on a leather strap as a bullet is removed from him.

Now, Chris inserted a catheter deep into the urethra of her little purchase and the collector bag was hung at the level of the child. The girl was shivering now, but she'd be unconscious soon, they thought, so she wouldn't be shivering for long. The young girl's wrists were unchained and arm boards were taken off so that a little steel collar could be put on her that held her hands together about 12" in front of her neck by means of a steel attaching band and cuffs. This was called the steel fiddle. Her spreader bar was chained to the board and her back board was swung around on it's swivel so that the child was face down to the floor, so that she wouldn't swallow or bite her tongue.

The computer was turned on and the little girl's bladder was violently milked, her abdomen going concave every 3 seconds, jets of urine shooting with great pressure into the attached, clear bag. The girl tried to cry, but could hardly even breathe, tears dripping from her eyes to the floor without so much as a sound. With every forced contraction of her bladder, her stomach was doing likewise, but there was no food left in it. There were only dry-heaves left. The child's small bladder had emptied of urine and was now emitting only pinkish pulses of blood. The computer was turned off and the six-year-old's mom squatted to tuck a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

Then, something unexpected and delightful happened. The girl started to convulse wildly. So wildly that the spreader bar and the steel fiddle started to rattle and vibrate fiercely. The little girl was having a heart attack. They flipped her face-up to the ceiling so they could see what kind of distress she was in. Maureen hugged Chris from the side as they looked on.., and the convulsions subsided and ceased. Chris wrapped her arm around Maureen's naked, warm hips, too. Maureen took Chris' hand and placed it over the dead girl's still heart. She then kissed it and placed her own hand over Chris'. They both enjoyed the silence as the girl's screams rang in their ears.