The ad simply read, "Child models needed for private art/photography studio. Previous experience not necessary. Good looks and good attitude rewarded with above average compensation plan. Call 976-____ for appointment."

It was perhaps the best-looking ad that Jenny's Mom had seen in last six months. Christine took every Sunday afternoon and read through all the Los Angeles classifieds. She was a single mother and as such always short of money so she decided some time ago to use her daughter's good looks to earn and contribute cash to ther household. However, until now she couldn't find a job that wasn't either low paying or too far from their home.

Her own job was in the local restorant as a witress. She was constantly being harassed by the patrons at the diner. For the last two years she took down their orders and delivered their food. All for what? Dismal pay, long hours, and hands that smelled of grease at the end of the day.

When she called the modeling agency number, the receptionist seemed rather vague about the position, and she asked questions about her daughter's measurements. Maybe that's just what models have to go through, she thought. Finally, the receptionist gave Christine directions on how to bring her little girl to the appointment.

The address alone impressed Christine: Malibu. Jenny was excited all the way to the agency, constantly asking her mother questions and fantasizing about her future as a model. But when Christine wound her beat-up 86 Cavalier around the hills and into the beaches of Malibu, she almost couldn't believe she had the right address.

Christine had been disappointed before, so she was half-expecting the business address to be one of those nearly condemned downtown Pasadena offices. But this was palacial. The office was actually a home; moreover it was three times the size of your average house.

Mother and daughter stopped at the gate and were questioned by a beefy, no-nonsense guard. He looked at his chart and then let them through the iron gates. The grounds were immaculate. There were sculptures of every size and style, fountains dancing on either side of the drive, and several ornate gazebos looking out onto the Ocean.

As they pulled to a stop, Christine adjusted Jenny's clothes a little, fearing that these clothes were just too plain for this interview. A simple Spring dress was all Jenny had clean to wear, and her dainty leather sandals were really her best shoes.

She finally stopped fidgeting with Jenny's wardrobe and stepped out of the car. They could hear a sizzle as they walked past the front, observing green radiator fluid dripping copiously from the engine. It reminded Christine that whatever the job was, they had nothing to lose.

Christine and Jenny started the long climb up the wide stairs to the front door. Just as Christine raised her hand to knock, the door opened and a maid stepped halfway through.

"We've been expecting you," she said.

Maid's attire was that of a French maid, yet more extreme. More cleavage was noticeable, and the girl's waist seemed abnormally small. The black dress did not even cover the maid's behind. When the maid turned to guide them, her ass was virtually uncovered by any clothing, save for the lacy pantyhose. And examining her further, Christine was taken aback by the black shoes the maid was wearing. The heel seemed incredibly high and thin, more than six inches tall.

As Christine led her little daughter into the den, she took note of all the photographs and portraits that lined the walls. Thousands of pictures, everyone of them depicting young girls, many of them pre-teen, in various states of undress. The wall seemed to illustrate an evolution of art, as the pictures became more disturbing, as the images became more distracting. Nudes along the beach at sunset evolved into nudes with whip marks lying in anguish covered with murky water.

Her examination ended abruptly as a man entered the den. Mr. Blaine introduced himself and then got down to business.

"What I am seeking is a new live-in model. The position requires someone with your daughter's raw beauty potential to sit for me, to pose for my camera, to allow me to mold her into her ultimate form.

"This is a full-time position make no mistake. You will stay with your little girl and live wth her all the time. I don't always know when the mood strikes me, so that is why you and her must live, and work, here. There may be some things Jenny is asked to do in a pose that will sound strange or different, but you will find that putting your trust in me will help her get through any of these assignments. I promise that you and her will be provided for while you are here. I have the contract already drawn up if you are prepared to sign."

He held the long form in front of Christine; the print was so tiny it was indecipherable, not that she made a point to read any contracts before signing.

However, something in his rush to have her decide sent chills down her spine. She wanted time to think it over. It was the life of her 10-year old daughter at stake after all.

"Mr. Blaine, it sounds just to good to be true. I mean, Jenny doesn't even have any modeling experience and---"

"Did I fail to mention that the position pays a sum of $1,000 per week, plus performance bonuses, in addition to your free room and board?"

Christine's mouth almost dropped to the floor.

"And this contract includes an escape clause if you want to leave at any time. And for deciding today, there is this small token of my appreciation, an incentive cash bonus of $2,000."

He waved the twenty one-hundred-dollar bills in front of her and then laid them next to the pen on the contract. Before she could blink, she picked up the pen and signed her name. She cradled the money in her trembling hand and was thinking of all the things she could buy tonight.

----

The following day was Jenny's first modeling session. Much more than that she did not know. Mr. Blaine had sent one of the other French Maids to fetch Jenny and her mother and bring the appropriate clothes for the shoot.

Jenny entered a small studio holding her mother's hand and watched as Mr. Blaine readied his assortment of cameras.

"Please, dear Jenny, relax yourself. This is going to be fun." Mr Blaine moved hurriedly among his lenses, inspecting each one over and over, making adjustments to this switch and that lever.

"Now, let your mommy take your clothes off and get you dressed before my inspiration expires."

Christine led Jenny into aside and began to undress her. It was unnerving for her to watch her little girl nude in front of total strangers.

Finally Jenny emerged with a tiny two-piece bikini. She seldom wore anything so revealing and she remarked at the thinness of the lines. First, her mother ran the bottom half up Jenny's legs. Jenny uncomfortably situated her thighs and allowed the bikini brief to greet her crotch. The bikini was a thong style, so her little butt cheeks were wrapping around the thin fabric. Jenny wiggled her ass slightly at the strange feeling.

The Maid who then entered the studio brought up the top portion and tied the loose ends around the back. Jenny's nipples were already stiff and because of the bikini's tight fit, her nipples were making an impression through the fabric. The look was completed by a pair of platform high heels that lifted her off the ground by six inches. Her mother fixed two straps around the ankles and then lead her out. She stumbled back onto the studio set, but she could at least walk without falling.

"Good, good." Mr. Blaine was ready with camera in hand, "Now, Jenny I want you to walk over to our sand set piece and relax."

The set was a typical fake beach. The mounds of sand were pinned in by a wooden box measuring about 12 by 12 feet. It reminded Jenny of a child's sandbox, only adult in size. Along the far side of the box there was a row of four short wooden posts, the kind you see holding up long piers. Wrapped around each of those was rough hemp rope, adding to the set's oceanside quality.

"That's beautiful, Jenny, just like that. Run your fingers through your hair. Beautiful, gorgeous." Mr. Blaine gave her instructions as though he were directing traffic. "Now, move your right leg about an inch more to your right, that's it--hold that look! Great."

As the morning wore on, he had snapped about a thousand pictures. Jenny was getting more comfortable in her role, and she was concentrating on Mr. Blaine, trying to obey all of his directions.

After a short break, Mr.Blaine stepped up to Jenny, who was sitting on one of the wooden posts, sipping a glass of spring water.

"Okay, that was a warm-up. Now let's go for something increasingly erotic, increasingly sensual."

Jenny was sure he was going to ask her to take her top off and she looked at her mother with questioning eyes. She was almost disappointed when he didn't.

"Maid," he shouted, motioning her over to Jenny. "Okay now Jenny, I want you to lie back, put your hands above your head, stretch them until they touch that post. Perfect. Now, we're going to do a little beach-bondage theme."

Christine's heart began to pick up its pace as she watched her little daughter being prepared for a bondage scene.

The Maid took some of the slack hemp and tied Jenny's tiny wrists together and then pulled them firm and tight against the post. Jenny tested the bond, her heart racing now, and realized that she was not escaping this knot without help.

"Alright, relax now, Jenny," he said calmly, snapping the cameras to life again. "Okay, Maid, bring in the additional props.

Additional props? What props? Chrsitine tried to imagine what Mr. Blaine had in mind for her little girl.

"No, no, look this way, Jenny. Look into the camera," Mr. Blaine continued directing.

As the little girl re-focused on the lens, she felt something brush past her ankle. She looked down instinctively. Snakes! The maid was lowering snakes into the sand pit. Jenny squirmed and wiggled and slide her wrists back and forth. It was no use, she was stuck.

To Christine's shock and disbelief, Jenny started to cry and scream as dozens of snakes slithered around her near-naked form. She pleaded with Mr. Blaine to get her out, to free her. She called her mommy who couldn't reach and help her. Mr. Blaine ignored her pleas and, in fact, wrangled the dormant snakes closer toward the child's restrained body. All the time keeping the cameras rolling.

Several of the tiny snakes had made there way in between her toes, and two or three were wrapping their long scales around her bare thighs.

"Quickly, Maid, place that large one on her chest."

"No, no, don't, please----" Christine called out hoping they would save her daughter any further torment but the Maid did as she was told and decorated a large boa on top of the little girl's chest and shoulders. The boa wasted no time; it began to sensually coil around her neckline. Jenny was forced to lift her chin up, her eyes wide in disbelief.

Forgetting for a moment the snake she could see, she was equally worried about the snake she couldn't see. One of the medium-sized black snakes had wrapped its way around her thigh, moving toward her bikini bottom until it had slithered its head between her skin and the bikini. Jenny gulped as she felt the snake's rapid tongue tickle her hairless clit.

A half dozen more tiny snakes were reaching for her anus. They were squirming under the thong of the bikini and entering her anus, poking in and out, exciting her despite the child's awful shock of the invasion.

"Beautiful, this is spectacular Jenny," Mr. Blaine raved. "We just need one more perfect placement for a cover shot."

Mr. Blaine removed the constrictor wrapped aound Jenny's neck. He then reached into the pen and wrestled with a copper-colored snake. Once he had control of it, he held it in front of his screaming pre-teen model. In between screams he thrust four to five inches of the snake into her open mouth.

Snakes in her ass, a snake invading her pussy, and now a snake slithering its way down her throat; Jenny was shaking and crying. The copper snake in her mouth was now some 8 inches down her throat, and the camera captured the bulge as it plunged deeper.

Just as Jenny was about to blackout from a lack of oxygen, her mother rushed to her side and ripped the snake out of her daughter's mouth.

"I didn't tell you you could do that!" Mr. Blaine stopped his camera and fixed his focus on the Christine.

"But sir, she was about to pas---"

"You will have to be reprimanded for this act of disobedience," he informed her. In the meantime, little Jenny was glad to be breathing normally again. "Chrsitine, I want you to report to my upstairs chambers at once."

Without another word, Jenny's mother hung her head in shame and walked out of the room.

Mr. Blaine collected all of the snakes and secured them. He was wordless. Jenny was upset, but fearful to say anything right now. It was obvious he was mad. He approached Jenny's restraints and untied her little wrists. They hurt her.

"It was a good session, little one," he started, "but we are finished for the day. My inspiration has been interrupted. I will call on you when I'm ready again."

And with that he walked out of the room.

-- added by James Bondage 007, December 25 2003

The chamber didn't look like an ordinary chamber at all; it wasn't a dark and damp musty room with bones lying around and chains on the wall. Instead it was a small little carpeted room with a chair and rope hanging on the wall.

"Sit" instructed Mr. Blaine. Christine did what she was told. Mr. Blaine tied her hands to the wall and her feet together, after stripping off her top."This is your first punishment so it won't be that bad" Mr. Blaine assured.

He produced vinal gloves and put them on his hands. Then he gently dug is fingers into her ribs. And wiggled them.

Christine screamed. It was only tickling. Not that bad. But she was still very ticklish. She had three older brothers, who all obviously had a ticklisg fetish,

"Pleeheeheeheease sthahahaop" Christine giggled. Mr. Blaine ignored her and continued tickling The 32 year old was almost in tears as he moved down to her tummy, gently stroking it. He was beginning to get horny as he stuck a single finger in her belly button and wriggled it. Next he moved down and down - until he reached the top of her jean shorts. He slowly unzipped them and tickled her pussy. He grabbed a hair and wriggled it. Christine was about to explode.

Thankfully the next was only strokes on the feet, where she wasn't THAT ticklish. He moved up to her breasts and circled her nipples, which were hard and cold.

"There" said Mr. Blaine. "You're done."

Thank god" Christine muttered.

"Oh and these are the types of shots wwe will be doing for Jenny tommorrow."

"Bu-but" Christine protested.

"All she needs is a pair of sandals and she will be wearing the bikini she wore today. You may go now"

Noddling, Christine went to collect her daughter.

-- added by PMS Monster, December 26 2003

"Oh, by the way-" he added. "If you accept to be in the next shoot tomorrow together with Jenny, I'm ready to forgive you. And I think that we have a bikini suit that's your size".

Christine's mind rejected the very thought of that at first. But then- what was wrong in it? She'd consider it, and after all Blaine was going to be respectful towards her grown and developed body- wasn't he?

-- added by EW, December 27 2003

It was actually two days before the muse struck Mr. Blaine again and he was ready to take more photographs. During those two days, Christine and Jenny had the run of the house, but never saw their employer. Then, abruptly Jenny was summoned away. The maid simply told them that the young girl was to be prepared for her next photo shoot. Then, Mr. Blaine called Christine to see him.

Christine wasn’t at all pleased that she and Jenny had been separated. “I expect to be present at all of Jenny’s photo shoots,” said Christine. “As her mother…”

“Quiet!” said Mr. Blaine. “You are in no position to be setting any expectations. You should really be more careful about contracts that you sign,” he told her. “What you didn’t realize is that you have signed Jenny over to me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Christine. “She’s not property. I can’t just sign her over to you.”

“Oh, my dear,” said Mr. Blaine. “Of course she’s not property. But, you have signed over custody to me. In effect, I have adopted her and you have surrendered all your parental rights to raise her, care for her, and even visit her.”

“No, it’s not possible. It takes time for adoption papers to go through,” gasped Christine.

“Yes, if they are done up properly, it takes precisely three days. As of today, she is my ward. And you, my dear, are unnecessary. The contract stipulates that she will be my model and she will be paid for her services. Aside from the signing bonus that I gave you, there is nothing in the contract for you.”

Christine didn’t want to believe it, but looking at the man’s face, she knew that he wasn’t lying to her. She had indeed signed her daughter away. “Please, don’t take her away from me,” she said. “This isn’t fair. You tricked me. I want to see my daughter.”

“And you shall,” said the man. “I plan to put you in this photo shoot with her. It will be a lovely mother-daughter piece. But, just remember that if you don’t follow my directions to the letter, you will not be invited to any more of the photo shoots. I could even put you out on the street with no legal claim to ever see your daughter again. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” said Christine. “I understand.”

“Good,” said Mr. Blaine. “Then go back to your room, put on the bikini that I gave you, and come back here. Then, we will go find my new little girl and take a few pictures.” He smiled wickedly at Christine.

A few minutes later the woman returned to Mr. Blaine’s office, wearing just the tiny thong bikini that he wanted her to wear. She was extremely self-conscious in the flimsy suit. The small triangles of material that made up the top part did little to contain her breasts and her nipples were clearly visible poking through the material. The thong rode up between her ass cheeks and the front of the bottoms barely covered the small patch of hair she left on her pussy.

In less than half an hour, Christine’s status had changed from mother and protector of the child model to a useless appendage that Mr. Blaine could toss away at a whim. She’d stopped the last shoot when it went beyond her limits, but she could not do that this time. Worse, she was scantily clad and about to become part of the session. If he brought out the snakes again, she would be right there among them with no power to stop it.

When they arrived at the studio, Christine immediately went to her daughter and hugged her tight. “Oh, baby, I’m so glad to see you,” she said. There were tears in her eyes as she held the young girl that was, technically, no longer hers to hold.

Jenny was confused by her mother’s sudden fierce embrace and the tone of her voice. Unaware of what had transpired in the last few minutes, she only remembered that she’d just seen her mother minutes ago. But, she was glad to see her mother and returned the hug with less enthusiasm than it was given.

The beach backdrop was still in place as the two took their place on the sand and posed for Mr. Blaine’s camera. He took a few photos before upping the ante. “Christine,” he said. “I want Jenny tied as she was before. Hands over her head to that post right there.” It wasn’t the maid that was going to tie Jenny this time. Unaccustomed to the ropes, Christine fumbled with them, taking some time to get Jenny tied in the correct position. But, that was fine with the photographer; he simply kept taking pictures, capturing the entire sequence of mother tying the daughter to the post.

Blaine kept directing the session, moving Christine behind the post. “Reach around the post and put your hands on Jenny’s tummy,” he told her. Christine did as she was told. She couldn’t see just how erotic it looked to have her hands resting on the little girl’s bare skin. There was a hint of a threat there; a threat that her hands could move to touch the helpless little girl in other places. “Move your hands down,” said Blaine and Christine did as she was told until her hands rested right at the top of Jenny’s bikini bottom.

After a few pictures just like that, Blaine said, “Let’s not be crude, mommy. I want you to move your hands down further, but don’t rest them on her bikini. Put them on her thighs, halfway between her knees and her private treasures.” He smiled at the compliance he got from the mother. It looked very striking to see the woman’s hands on the young girl’s thighs. “Pull them apart,” he told her. Christine applied pressure to Jenny’s thighs and spread them for the camera. The suit tightened against the little girl’s bare pussy and the outline of her puffy lips and slit was clearly visible.

“Now let’s move to the top, mommy,” he said. “Place your hands on her face. Cup them to her face. That’s good.” He snapped more pictures. “Now slide down from her cheeks to her throat. Just rest your hands on her throat. No, no, don’t make it look like you’re choking her. That’s good. Rest them on her shoulders now. Good.” He’d had the woman touch nearly every inch of her daughter’s exposed skin.

“This is perfect,” said Blaine, ready to take the next step. “We’re going to take this is nice slow steps,” he told the two females. “This is going to be slow so that I can get pictures of every step. So, now Christine, I want you to untie the top tie on Jenny’s bikini. Slowly. Slowly. Let the camera know that you’re going to untie it. Hold it there. Now, untie it. Hold the straps up. Good. And drop them in front of her.”

Jenny felt awkward in the position she was in. She couldn’t move to cover herself and it seemed that her mommy would have her top off pretty soon. She couldn’t believe what happened next. “Now, before the top comes off, I want you to find her nipples and tweak them for the camera. Make them hard so that when the top comes off, the nipples are standing out hard and proud.” He watched without taking photos as Christine massaged Jenny’s tiny nipples through the thin material.

“OK,” said Blaine, taking the camera back up. “I want you to untie the bottom strap on her top and…” He left the sentence hanging as he snapped a few photos. Christine untied her daughter’s strap and pulled it around front so it was plain to the camera that Jenny was in danger of being topless very soon. But, she held them so that Jenny’s top didn’t come off all the way.

“Now, cup her breasts,” said Blaine. “Hold the material over her tits for a few seconds.” Christine felt an urge to disobey him. She didn’t want to expose her daughter to the camera. She’d known that she was signing her daughter up for erotic, nude photo sessions, but she hadn’t expected to be in the photos or to be the one that stripped her for the camera. Her hands trembled as she slowly moved to cup her daughter’s tits. She fought the urge to disobey; the consequences were just too great. Her hands rested on her little girl’s nipples and she could feel the ten-year-old’s heart beating hard inside her little chest.

“Pull it off,” directed Blaine.

Jenny caught her breath, wondering if her mommy would really do it. She knew the man shouldn’t see her like this, but there was nothing she could do. Trusting her mommy, she decided that if mommy exposed her, then it must be OK. Still, she felt a little shock as her bikini top was removed. Her hard little nipples stood up like bullets on her otherwise flat chest. The camera flashed at her and she finally let her breath out, unaware that she’d been holding it for so long. Her head pounded and she didn’t even hear the direction to her mommy. She snapped back to reality as she felt her mommy’s hands on her bare nipples. “Mommy, don’t,” she said, embarrassed.

“Shhhh,” Christine softly hushed her daughter. “It’s what he wants. Let him take his pictures. You’re a beautiful model for him. We just have to do exactly what he wants. Smile.”

Jenny flashed a smile at the camera. With all her modeling experience, she had forgotten to smile for most of the session. It was just too unnerving.

“Don’t do that,” barked Blaine suddenly. Her smile faded. “I haven’t asked you to smile, damn it.” He’d appreciated the natural look that Jenny had given him. The camera could see her discomfort at being stripped. Her discomfort returned at Blaine’s abrupt scolding. He took a few more pictures and then they were ready for the next step. “Now untie the string at her left hip,” he said.

Christine swallowed hard at that direction. She was going to strip her daughter completely! She reached for the tie and pulled it, letting the strings fall as she did. Her daughter’s slender, bare hip was exposed. There was little keeping the bottom of her bikini from falling off right now. The left corner of the small triangle of material fell down, exposing pure white skin. Her preteen treasures were perilously close to exposure.

“Finish it,” said Blaine simply.

Jenny squirmed nervously as her mother toyed with the tie on her right hip. She was trusting her mommy, but she wasn’t too sure about letting this final step happen. “Mommy, don’t,” said Jenny. “Don’t let him see my cunnie.”

“Shhhh,” said Christine again. “I told you to be quiet.” Her voice was stern as she tried to comfort her daughter and convince her that this was OK. Jenny didn’t know the stakes for non-compliance and Christine didn’t want to alarm her. “It’s OK, baby,” she said. “He’s paying us good money and you’re his special model.” She untied the final string and pulled the suit clear of Jenny’s cunnie, letting it fall to the floor. Blaine snapped photos of the 10-year-old’s hairless pussy. Her legs were still spread as her mommy had positioned them earlier, giving the camera a perfect view of her little slit.

Blaine loved the way the little girl squirmed in embarrassment. It was too bad he was taking still pictures and the squirms would be lost forever, except in his own mind. The look on her face, however, would be captured for all time and it was a priceless look of shame and helplessness. “Stroke her pussy,” he said. The mother’s hands reached from behind and caressed the tender skin gently.

“Now it’s your turn, mommy,” said Blaine. “Come out and stand beside her. Strip off your top and bottom. But, do it slowly. Let the camera know what you’re going to do, and then do it.” It was Christine’s turn to feel the shame of exposing herself for the camera. She’d hoped that he would be satisfied with the nudity of her little girl, but her maturity didn’t earn her any respect from the photographer.

Christine was nude much quicker than Jenny, but then there had been no stops to caress private treasures as they were exposed. She tried to act like her nudity didn’t bother her, but in reality it bothered her a lot. She wondered if Blaine would take liberties with her or Jenny now that they were naked.

Blaine took many photos of the two as Jenny hung helplessly and Christine posed next to her. Then he said, “Tickle her.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he said to Christine. “Tickle her. Tickle her sides, under her arms, wherever she’s ticklish. She can’t stop you. Tickle her, damn you.”

“Nooo, mommy,” whined Jenny. Suddenly being helpless became very uncomfortable for her. But, Christine didn’t dare disobey Blaine. She reached for Jenny’s ribs, the little girl’s most ticklish spot and ran her fingers lightly up and down her sides.

“Heeeee, heeee, eee, aaaaaa, stop, p-p-pleeeease, m-mommy,” squealed Jenny, writhing in forced laughter. Her slender nude body twisted and turned, pulling at the bindings on her wrists. “Heeeee, aaaaaaa, nooooo, please, aaaaaaa,” she screamed. Christine felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach that spread to her own pussy as she tickled Jenny. The sight of the girl writhing helplessly was incredibly erotic, more than she’d ever imagined. Each touch brought another squeal of laughter. Christine ran her hands up to tickle Jenny under her arms and laughed herself at the sight of Jenny trying to escape the inevitable. “Ooooo, eeeeee, please, s-s-stop, mommy,” squealed the preteen. Her slender legs kicked in the air as she fought to keep away from her mommy’s hands.

Christine found the laughter intoxicating. She had never felt power like this before. Suddenly her breathing was becoming ragged and she could feel little rivulets of sweat running down her body. Flushed, she looked abruptly at the camera and found she was the center of focus. Blaine found her reaction so erotic, that he shifted from the little girl model to the woman who was torturing her own daughter. Under the eye of the camera, Christine felt self-conscious. She returned her attention to Jenny where she could lose herself in the child’s helpless laughter and the feel of power.

Not fully aware of what was happening, Christine was becoming more aroused than she had ever been before. Her hands stroked the 10-year-old lightly to bring peals of laughter and then rubbed the hard nipples on Jenny’s flat chest. She alternated from tickling to touching. Jenny laughed out of control and then Christine touched the little girl’s cunnie, getting a gasp from her daughter. Back to tickling and then she pinched Jenny’s nipples, earning another gasp. Tickling and then she touched Jenny’s ass. The skin was so soft and smooth. More tickling and then she put a finger between Jenny’s pussy lips, sliding it where mommy shouldn’t slide her finger. This time Jenny gasped and then moaned in pleasure.

Blaine was transfixed by the transformation in Christine. She no longer needed his direction to be more erotic than he could have imagined. Her fingers danced across the child’s skin, bringing helpless peals of laughter and then tantalizingly touched the girl with the heat of sex. He kept snapping pictures, feeling the magic of the moment.

Christine used one hand to tease more laughter from Jenny and then ran her fingers to Jenny’s little cunnie again. She loved the gasp that came from Jenny’s sweet lips as her mommy touched her private treasure. Almost unconsciously, Christine’s other hand had wandered to her own cunt where it teased her clit. Her body shook with excitement as she teased herself and her daughter.

Jenny let another burst of laughter escape and then cooed in pleasure. She wanted mommy to stop tickling and just touch her between her legs. It was better than anything she’d ever felt before. Dreading the next attack, she savored her mommy’s finger as it found her preteen clit. She ground her hips against the hand that invaded her. Then she was giggling again and fighting to catch her breath. “Nooo, please mommy, no, no, no more tickling. Just do my cunnie, please,” she finally gasped out.

“Yes, mommy,” said Blaine, afraid his words would ruin the moment. “Do her now.”

The moment was ruined as Christine heard Blaine’s voice in the distance. It was what she wanted to hear. Her hand busied itself between her daughter’s legs and her other hands diddled her own clit. Her hands moved in unison, teasing them closer and closer to the edge. Christine felt the warmth and tingle of an orgasm as it swept over her. Beside her, Jenny’s body spasmed in her first ever cum. Then, the little girl went limp, just hanging in her bonds.

Christine wasn’t done yet. She leaned into her daughter, taking a tiny nipple in her mouth and tasting the salty warmth of the girl’s skin. Tonguing her daughter’s nipples, she brought them to full hardness again and suckled on them. “Oohhhh, mommy,” sighed Jenny as her eyes fluttered open again. “Ohhh, that was wonderful, mommy.”

It had indeed been wonderful for both of them. Christine pressed her body against the 10-year-old’s body, her tits pressing against her daughter’s flat chest. She pressed her lips eagerly to Jenny’s and ran her tongue in Jenny’s mouth. The woman was surprised when Jenny returned the kiss with passion. In the afterglow of sex, the little girl needed someone to touch her, hold her, and kiss her. It was only natural that she responded with such fervor.

Blaine snapped a few more photos and then quietly left the room. He had witnessed more than he'd expected, but it was clear that the moment of passion was waning. He left them to the privacy of the moment as the mother and daughter shared a love that was very wrong, but very beautiful.

-- added by Kenna, January 5 2004

Christine gave one more, deep kiss to her daughter's lips. This was not right, she thought. Not only was the girl only 10 years old, but it was her own daughter. But then, she did not really do it herself. Or rather, she did, but she only did so because she had been forced to. Better this than to lose Jenny.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her daughter's sweet voice. "Thank you, mommy, that was wonderful..." she said. Christine shook her head. "I should not have done it, and if he had not forced me, I would not..." But Jenny would have none of it. "You did put your finger there without him telling. And you liked what you did. And so did I."

Christine stood up, and started to untie the ropes. Once more her daughter surprised her. "And those ropes made it even better, you know... Because I could not do anything about it, it's strange, but that made it feel even better. I was all at your mercy, and you weren't going to give it. I should have hated you for it, but it only made things feel better." Christine blushed even more as she remembered the pleasure the feeling of power had given her. Still she was not prepared for her daughter's next comment.

"Will you tie me again, in another way? And then you can play with me again... However you like..."

-- added by Yosh, January 6 2004

Mr. Blain walked away he had just seen something he hadn’t thought he would see that day. A mother and a Daughter bringing each other to orgasm. The thoughts went through his mind as he walked away. He needed relief from his raging hard on.

He started at jerking himself off but that seemed to do no good. He needed to see more. He knew he would want that everyday now. So he grabbed a few more forms for modeling and grabbed Jenny’s He took out the custody papers from Jenny’s file and walked out of his office after pulling up his pants. He walked to the two of them they were now just laying there relaxing after their orgasm.

“I am willing to forget about the custody papers for your daughter if you sigh this modeling form. Then you Christine will have your daughter back but will also be a model.” She didn’t respond at first she still had her eyes closed but she opened them and jumped up. “Are you serious.” She said as she jumped up from were she was lying. “Yes but you’d better hurry and sigh before I change my mind.”

She didn’t need time to think she didn’t like the idea of not owning her daughter and she didn’t like the idea of being naked but she kind of thought it ok after this photo shoot she thought maybe she did want to be a model. She said, “ok but I would like to read over this form here first and be sure there are no other pit falls.” She read over the form and there were no surprises she would be a model along with her daughter if she sighed. She again said “ok”.

“Just to show you I’m trying to be a man of my word here is the custody form on Jenny’s contract and you can have it.” She looked at the contract for Jenny it was the actually contract it wasn’t a photocopy. She took a closer look and she saw where he was pointing he was pointing to the custody section. She briefly read over it and it was actually sighed to give him custody of Jenny. After she looked at it closely he said, “I will rip this section out and rip it up then Jenny will be your daughter again.”

She glanced down at her Daughter or her soon to be Daughter. Jenny was still asleep from when she had her first orgasm. So she hadn’t heard a single word. She made up her mind and Sighed the contract it was done she was a model for him. He took and removed the custody paper from Jenny’s contract and ripped it up just like he had said. She then handed him her contract and he thanked her then left again. She was so happy she had her daughter back. She was literally jumping for joy.

She kneeled down by Jenny’s side gently woke her “I love you Jenny.” She said “I love you too mommy. Could you tell me what happened when you were touching my cunny? She straightened up after she hugged her daughter then took in her daughter’s beauty. She said, “I will tell you all of what happened later but first would you like to feel that again.” Jenny nodded and said, “mommy I know its wrong but it felt so good please do it to me again.”

Christine moved down her ten year old daughter body and placed both hands on her daughter’s sex she spread the lips and revealed the pink interior. She slowly stuck her tongue out and went to work bring her daughter to another great orgasm.

After her second orgasm she bought Jenny to her second orgasm she untied Jenny and carried her back to her room where she would teach Jenny all about sex and how babies are made.

-- added by abc-T, January 6 2004

Another day came and another photo session. Christine was by now a willing participant in her own daughter's sexual exploitation to the point where she agreed to Mr. Blain's demand to help him sexually torture the child for his new photographic project.

They were back to the studio, all lights were turned on and cameras positioned on tripods around what appeared to be an examination table. While Jenny's mother browsed the instruments that would make her little girl sting and hurt, Jenny was ordered onto the examination table. She took one look at the table and it's stirrups and closed her eyes. She desparately closed her eyes, then opened them, hoping to find herself safe in her little bed hugging her favorite teddy bear, the victim of a bad nightmare.

But there was the table, still waiting for her. She laid down on the cool leather, took a deep breath and spread her legs and placed her feet in the stirrups. Mr. Blain secured her to the table with ankle cuffs and a wide leather strap across her slim waist. She watched as he wheeled his cart of terrifying instruments to the bottom of the table between her legs. She saw something in his hand and looked away, not wanting to look at it. She didn't know what it was, but it looked scary and painful.

It was a device Mr. Blain had invented. He called it the "slit spreader." Prior to be used to open a little girl's vulva, the labia had to be loose and open. Mr. Blain asked Christine to work her finger between her daughter's lips and rub her slit up and down several times while he stood back and stated taking series of photographs. Christine peeled back Jenny's labia and inserted a finger deeply into her vagina and spent several minutes pumping her finger in and out of the tight opening. Jenny blushed and squirmed as her crotch heated up and began to tingle, much against her will and to her frustration. She quickly had her sloppy and loose.

The second step in using the slit spreader was to use a plastic syringe to enlarge the clitoris. Now Mr. Blain stepped back in and gently pulled back it's hood and placed the mouth of the syringe over the little pink bud. Then he slowly drew back the plunger, which sucked the clitoris into the syringe. He drew it a half inch into the tube and waited to see if Jenny would have an orgasm. Despite her nervousness and fear in this punitive setting, the sensations of the syringe upon the ten-year-old girl's clit was often too much for her to resist. Jenny moaned quietly, and Mr. Blain pulled the clitoris further into the tube and inserted a finger into her vagina which put her over the edge.

Jenny's tummy heaved up and down and she cried as she came, ashamed of herself and feeling violated and powerless that he could make her feel this way. Mr. Blain resumed the application of the slit spreader while at the same time contining to take close-up photographs of his pre-teen model's torment. The piece that mounted the clitoris was a thick wire, much like a clothespin spring, with a loop in the middle. When the ends of the wire were squeezed together, the loop opened up. It was then slid over the syringe and over Jenny's clitoris. Mr. Blain pulled the syringe to draw the clitoris further away from the body and gently released the clit clamp so the loop tightened around the base of her clit. He then released the syringe and the clamp was firmly in place over the clit. The result upon Jenny's clit was that it was swollen to twice its normal size and was sticking out obscenely a half an inch from the child's body. The clit quickly turned from a healthy pink into a deep red and it began to throb.

Attached to each end of the clit clamp which had just been put in place were two more clamps. These were two inch long flat stainless steel bands about an eight inch across. They were opened by squeezing two little handles on the upper part of the labia clamps above where they mounted to the clitoris clamp. With the two bands apart, Mr. Blain stretched open one of Jenny's labia, placed it between the bands and then released. This was then repeated with the other lip.

With the spreader in place, Jenny's external genitals were stretched fully open. The labia clamps pulled each lip a full two inches and held it in place against the inner thigh. The slit spreader had been developed by Mr. Blain to increase the effect of a groove spanking by exposing the clitoris and a large area of inner labia to the strap. It also worked great for humiliating a girl during display time and for exposing the genitals for oil treatments and scrubbing.

Right now, Mr. Blain was checking Jenny's reaction to pepper extract. The goal of of his new photo project was to punish and punish severely, but not kill the girl and record the whole process on film. A small percentage of young ladies are allergic to the capsium contained in the paste, in which case, a synthetic substitute can be used.

Mr. Blain asked Christine now to grease up Jenny's anus first then to inserted a montiroing probe deep into her rectum. Chrsitine obliged all the way despite her little girl's pleas and cries to stop hurting her. The probe was about a half inch in diameter and egg shaped, and mounted on the end of a thin, flexible handle. It would measure her temperature and pulse. Her tight anus gave way and the prbe slipped into the pink opening and disappeared. Part way up the flexible handle was a beveled stopper which would hold the probe inside little Jenny's anus much like a butt plug is held in place. Mr. Blain photographed the anus as it opened to accomadate the thick bevel in the stopper and heard Jenny begin to cry again as her mother tested the probe to make sure it was firmly in place.

Mr. Blain selected an area of smooth inner thigh for the first test of the pepper oil. He scrubbed the area thoroughly with rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball to strip the skin of it's oil and allow the pepper oil to work faster. With a small brush he applied some of the thick oil to her thigh. The area quickly turned red as the skin began to burn. When no hives appeared and her pulse and temperature were normal, Mr. Blain dabbed more oil onto the brush and brought it to Jenny's widely spread crotch. He brushed some onto a small area of tightly stretched lip, put a little bit onto Jenny's throbbing clit, then moved lower and oiled both her urethra and the entrance of child's vagina.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Jenny began to moan, and her moans turned into pitiful wails as her genitals began to burn. She squirmed on the table as much as her restraints allowed and cried like a little girl. Mr. Blain asked Christine to snap on a rubber glove and began to finger Jenny's vagina, working the oil deeper inside her and to rub her peehole, with two fingers inside her and her thumb resting on her tightly bound clitoris while he moved around with his camera photographing the obscene display and torture of a small girl by her own mother.

For Jenny, the pain was beyond what she could have imagined. She did not know how she could posiibly survive Mr. Blain's photo projects. It was too much. Feeling hopeless and hurting badly, she wailed and bawled. Several minutes passed and the intensity just got worse. Her whole crotch felt like it was on fire. Unable to move or touch herself, she had to do something to relieve the burning. Jenny let loose with a stream of urine. The golden stream splashed off her mother's hand, which was still fondling her and dribbled into the stailess steel bowl mounted beneath her. Mr. Blain had seen it all, and smiled as he photographed the child's suffering.

It was all over in ten minutes. But it had seemed like forever. Mr. Blain cleaned her crotch with a vegetable oil and the burning was reduced to a fraction of how it had been. Jenny's crotch loked red and almost raw. Mr. Blain withdrew the probe from her anus. It had been in her six inches, and was smeared brown at the tip. Jenny saw it, and it took a minute to realize what it was. It humiliated her badly and she began to weep again.

Jenny was released from her bonds, and ordered to kneel on the table with her rear end high and her face down on the surface. There were few things Mr. Blain enjoyed more than a young lady with her butt high and her crotch still opened by the slit spreader. He put ona fresh pair of rubber gloves and put his face close to Jenny's anus. With one hand, he held a cheek wider apart. Her tight sphincter yeilded to one, then two, then three fingers.

His examination was long and thorough. He checked her anus for any obstructions that could cause discomfort to her or harm her when he put his penis inside her. He rubbed her brownish pink ring and checked it's tightness as he held all three fingers deep inside her. Finally, a speculum was lubricated and the jaws brought to the center of her anus. Mr. Blain applied steady pressure and the speculum slid inside. Jenny's anus tightened instinctively and bit into the sharp edges of the device. Little girl screamed in agony and called for her mother, but Mr. Blain and Christine ignored her and inserted them fully. He knew it hurt the child, but that it would not harm her. Mr. Blain widened the speculum until Jenny winced in pain and her anus ws stretched as far as it would go. Then he opened and locked the jaws.

When Mr. Blain was satisfied that Jenny was healthy and cleared, he withdrew the speculum. Jenny's anus had dilated, as expected, and was loose and open. She was allowed to dress. Her vulva was still sore and she hobbled out of the studio with her legs as far apart as she could keep them.

-- added by De Sade, January 22 2004

Back in their room Jenny sobbed into her mothers arms long and hard. She still hurt down there but the pain seemed to spread all over her body.

Christine was hoping that Mr. Blain wouldn’t want another photo shot for a while her daughter was in a lot of pain and needed time to recover.

Christine checked the progress of her little girl as a day passed the swelling had gone down a little on the girl’s clit and labia and her sphincter was no longer dilated. But she would still need a few more days to recover. Jenny was still walking as a cowboy because her crotch still hurt.

Two days passed and finally Jenny was walking normally and all the swelling had gone down. She once again looked like a little girl. But she still hurt.

The third day Mr. Blain finally called them for. Christine didn’t think her daughter was ready for another torture session. But that’s not what Mr. Blain had in mind. This photo shot was more of a light spanking and being tied up photo shot. He arranged them both in a hogtie next to each other and pulled out a cat-o-nine flogger. He quickly got the multiple cameras rolling in the back ground so he could record from all different directions.

Jenny saw him with the flogger approaching and she got extremely scared of the pain she was relieved though when he started on her mother first. She thought if he had started on her she would have surely wet herself.

Christine feared the flogger also she knew those were designed to produce pain. It bought it down with a sharp sudden “smack” on the side of her. She screamed out more in the sound then the actually pain of the object surprisingly it didn’t hurt all that bad. He continued with three more sharp hits, which she seemed to scream out at as each one hit. He then moved away and walked toward Jenny the little girl was visibly shaking in fear as he approached.

She saw him finish her mother and she could have sworn her mother was in pain at the way that thing sounded as it hit her. Each step he took toward her made her heart pump faster. It seemed as if she could feel the reverberation of his feet as he took each step.

Finally he was towering over her and raised the object in his hand. She couldn’t stand to watch as he brutally whipped her with the thing he called a “flogger.” She closed her eyes tight and stiffened up for the blow of the flogger and then she heard the “smack” and instantly lost control of her bladder. But she never felt anything hit her she opened her eyes wide and realized he hit the table in front of her.

He whispered, “perfect” as he got the desired reaction. His approach for this photo shot was all about fear. He quickly stopped the cameras from rolling then untied Christine. He left her to attend to her sopping wet daughter.

Jenny was embarrassed as they walked back to there room her panties which she wore for the photo shot were soaking wet. Finally they were back and Christine helped Jenny get cleaned up and into something more comfortable. Jenny chose to wear only a nightgown the rest of the day. Christine really didn’t care but felt it odd of her daughter to be dressed in bed cloths in the middle of the day.

They settled down and Jenny watched some TV while Christine read a book. Finally Jenny stopped watching TV and settled back against the couch a snuggled up against her mother. “I don’t want Mr. Blain to hurt my cunny anymore. It really hurt the other day.” Christine pulled Jenny closer “I know sweetheart but I don’t think he’s going to hurt you as much as he did the other day anymore. Remember he has different moods of what he wants to see at different times.” Jenny nodded her understanding but was still really scared. They heard each other for about five minutes until Christine started exploring her daughter’s body.

She got off the couch and kneeled on the floor leaving Jenny on the couch. She slowly traced down to Jenny’s pussy. But before she started anything she asked, “does it hurt anymore.” The response was quick “no mommy.” With the pain gone she started rubbing the outer lips of Jenny’s pussy slowly circling in. she reached the little slit and pulled the outer lips apart revealing the small undeveloped inner lips. She traced down through the slit to the entrance and slowly inserted her finger. She didn’t push her finger to far in and moved her finger around at the entrance like stirring a spoon in a cup of coffee. The response was instant and Jenny started getting wet. With her other hand she pulled the hood of her clit back and started gently massaging it. Jenny fell into a wonderful orgasm shortly and was nearly rocked off the couch.

She slumped down in her seat further after her orgasm subsided as was all but ready for another. As Christine started massaging the child’s small inner lips working up them with her fingers very slowly until finally she reached Jenny’s clit again. All it took was one touch of her clit and Jenny had another great orgasm. She was beginning to tire out but her mother kept on gently massaging Jenny’s clit.

She was very ready and near a third orgasm before her mother finally stopped. Her mother picked the child up in her arms a bought her to bed. Jenny was ready for a wonderful night but instead she was handcuffed to the bed with her legs spread with a broom she was spread eagle and very frightened. But her mother didn’t do anything to harm her just gently started massaging her clit again.

Christine gently stroked Jenny clit between her fingers of one hand while she worked two fingers into the entrance of Jenny pussy. She paused for a few moments of rubbing Jenny’s clit but kept her fingers inside the girl. “This may hurt a little sweetie but Mr. Blain wont be able to hurt you as much after I do this. Are you ready?” Tears welled up in Jenny’s eyes as her mother spoke; she was scared. “No Mommy don’t hurt me please.” She wasn’t sure what her mother was about to do but she knew it couldn’t be anything good. She saw a pair of scissors on the side board and hoped, no prayed the scissors weren’t going to play apart in this.

“I’m going to remove your hymen so he cant hurt you as much its going to hurt quite a bit but it will all be over soon.” She heard her mother’s words and thought for sure the scissors had something to do with this. She was scared her mother was going to cut part of her cunny off. She screamed in an effort to persuade her mother not to do this.

“Honey it won’t hurt that bad really and it will feel really good later.” But Jenny kept up the screaming. Christine tried comforting Jenny with words but that didn’t seem to work. So she went to work on Jenny’s clit again.

The screaming died down and she told Jenny again “Honey it won’t hurt that bad and it will feel really good later. Now here we go” Christine slowly began pushing her fingers into her daughter more and felt the membrane of her hymen she slowly pushed up against it and stopped.

“Ow Mommy what was that.” Jenny felt pain inside her pussy and she was scared again but the scissors hadn't moved. From the place on the nightstand she gave a small sigh of relief but felt her mother push again. “ahhh” came out instead of the sigh of relief. “That’s your hymen baby it allows a mans dick to go up inside you and I’m going to break it that way Mr. Blain won’t break it and hurt you badly.”

“oh I understa… Ow. Ow.” She couldn’t finish what she was saying her mother was pushing more against her hymen. “It’s gonna hurt a little baby but here we go.” “Ahhhhhhhhh” Jenny screamed as her mother gave one good push and was through her hymen.

-- added by abc-T, January 23 2004

"I will not tolerate this disobedience!!" Mr. Blaine screamed at top of his voice. It was soon after Christine took her daughter's virginity that he came to their room bringing them some food and refreshments only to encounter the mother with scissors in her hand and Jenny with a trickle of blood between her legs as she laid on the bed. "How dare you do this without my approval, you bitch!" He hit Christine across her face so hard she fell over. "You can count on being punished for this like you never imagined!" he continued to rage, then walked out and slammed the door behind him.

Christine and Jenny were both in tears but there was no going back now. It was too late for Christine to reverse what she has done to her little girl.

Two days passed without anything happened. Christine and Jenny haven't even seen Mr.. Blaine. Al their food and drinks were delived to them in the room by Mr. Blaine's maids who kept mysteriously quiet about their master's whereabouts.

On the third day Mr Blaine finally walked into their room and asked them to follow them to his photo studio.

"The time has come, Christine, to receive your punishment" he said. I thought long and hard how to teach you the lesson. Obviously, the first time you I punished you didn't work so I came up with the solution. You will not be punished yourself. You will have to punish someone very dear to you so you can experience a different kind of pain, an emotional pain at seeing your own little daughter suffer at your hand for your own disobedience.

With those words he asked Jenny to undress and stand against the examination rack. He tied her hands above her head until her legs spread open and she stood on her tip-toes. The poor little girl shivered at a thought of being abused and punished like before. Her little vagina and anus were still sore from previous tortures and tears ran down her cheeks just thinking about what will happen to her today.

After securing Jenny, Mr. Blaine prepared his cameras, turned on studio lights and adjusted props and background. The scene was set like most of his projects in a hospital environment. Little Jenny was a patient who fell in hands of a cruel doctor whose only interest was to inflict as much pain on the poor little girl as she could survive.

Next he took a few pages of paper and handed them to Christine. There was something typed on the paper and Christine looked at it, confused and scared.

"I want you to read this carefully, Christine." Mr. Blaine said. "This is a script which you will follow while I'm taking photographs of you and Jenny." I don't want you to hesitate at any moment. The things that scrip asks you to do must look realistic and natural. If you show any remorse or hesitation I will stop the session and punish you both severely. Do you understand?"

Christine nodded her head and read the script. After only a few seconds her face revealed shock and pain. What did she get herself and her daughter into? She couldn't do this to her little girl!

"Please..." Christine cried out to Mr. Blaine. "You can't possibly make me do this to Jenny! I'm her mother! I don't want to hurt her anymore! Please!"

"You should have thought about it when you took her virginity, bitch. Now get to work!" Mr. Blaine yelled and pointed his camera at the crying mother.

Jenny stared into her mother's eyes while the woman read the first line of the script and then pinched and twisted her daughter's nipples between her fingers. She was scared by what she saw. Christine's smoke, gray, eyes were dark, and glazed with pain and fear but something else too which could have been lust. Jenny saw coldness there that she had never seen before. She saw that her mother was on a mission that would not be denied. The child knew her own mother was in no position to show her mercy!

Despite her fear, Jenny tingled with desire. Her little nipples were already rock-hard and throbbing. The twisting and pulling of her nipples had made them stiffen and grow. They were long and dark and jutted from her otherwise flat chest like pencil erasers.

Mr. Blaine had provided her earlier with two blocks of wood covered with fine sandpaper she was instructed by the script to use them on her daughter's nipples. Taking off a layer of skin might be just painful enough to bring a scream. If it didn't, it would at least cause her daughter's twin bullets to become extremely sensitive. That would at least make her unable to stand the other tortures that Mr. Blaine had in mind for her.

Christine placed one of the blocks on top of the child's swollen nipple, the edge just touching the brown, puckered, areola that was already puffy with desire, and ran it back and forth rapidly, polishing poor little Jenny's pulsating mound of breast flesh.

"Uuunngghh!" Jenny moaned. Her nipple was on fire! The sandpaper ground through the top layer of skin, leaving tiny flecks of blood showing underneath. The heat was awesome, sending a flame of agony to the base of her aching nipple, and farther, to the pit of her stomach where it spread, eventually consuming her entire being. A scream of agony rose up in her throat. The child fought valiantly to contain it, just barely being successful.

Christine moved reluctantly with pity for her little girl, sanding from the base to the areola around the complete circumference of her daughter's swollen nipples. Jenny pressed her lips together, chewing on them to keep from screaming. She whipped her head from side to side, while tears streamed down her little face. This only increased her agony as the salty liquid fell on her raw flesh. It felt like acid was eating away at her precious nippies.

Taking a block in each hand, Christine pressed them into the center of Jenny's chest, forcing the erect nipples back into the softer tissue. Her hands began to move, slowly, at first, then gaining speed. Jenny's areolae and the ultra sensitive tips of her nipples were being ground away!

"AAAeeeaahhhhhh... Mommmmmy!!" Unable to suppress it, the anguished scream tore from Jenny's throat. "No more. Please stop. Oh God, Mommy Noooooo! I can't stand any more!" Even as the pain exploded in her, Jenny felt the familiar tingling that signaled the start of an orgasm. Her little hairless pussy filled, then overflowed, with thick cream. Her clit swelled, bobbing in time to Christine's rapid polishing of her tit tips. As the pain grew in intensity, so did the strength of her orgasm, finally exploding in every raw nerve ending in her body. Jenny lost all the strength in her muscles. She hung limply, twitching and jerking uncontrollably, while her orgasm ran its course.

Christine had completed the first round. She became more conscious of her own unfulfilled desires as she watched her little daughter thrash about, obviously in the throes of exquisite pain and pleasure while Mr. Blaine's cameras clicked and flashed around them all the time. An unrelenting feeling of lust permeated her body.

Next Mr. Blaine's script had Christine lay her daughter on the long bench that dominated one side of the dungeon. Connie arms were stretched back over her head. Her wrists were wrapped tightly with a length of rope which was tied off at the end of the bench, leaving her upper body totally immobile.

Jenny's ankles were tied tightly to rings set in the legs of the bench. The child looked like a Spanish Inquisition victim stretched on the rack, but Christine was not yet through.

As a final touch, Mr. Blaine had Christine add two more ropes to the hopelessly bound girl. One ran just beneath Jenny's abused nipples, then under the bench. This not only tied Jenny's upper body to the bench, but also made her nipples stand up from her chest. The second rope also circled the bench, crossing Jenny's little body right above her pubic bone, cinching her pelvic region to the bench and making her pussy lips protrude more than usual.

Before she began, Christine read some more from the script and shook her head in disbelief. Fear was going to play a large role in Christine's domination of Jenny. It was essential to Christine's plan that Jenny could see everything that was going on.

Mr. Blaine started taking new set of photographs when Christine fastened her lips around one of Jenny's nipples. She gently ran her tongue around the sensitive bud, loving the way it responded almost immediately. As it grew in her mouth she carefully massaged it with her pursed lips. When it had grown enough to grip the base with her lips and still be able to tease the tip with her tongue, the mother started sucking, nursing on her own child's breast just like Jenny had when he was a baby.

Jenny moaned and tried to push her throbbing nipple into her mother's warm, wet, mouth. She was unable to move, even an inch, so she had to be content with whatever Christine chose to do. When Christine felt the pulsation in Jenny's nipple, she knew that it was ready. It took less than a minute to bring its twin up to a similar state of agitation.

Satisfied that she had done all she could to make little girl intensely aware of her nipples, Christine moved quickly between the child's spread legs. She swirled the tip of her tongue all around Jenny's pink quivering clitoris, coaxing it from it's protective covering. When it appeared, glistening from it's coating of pre-teen lubrication, Christine captured it with her soft, moist, lips. Squeezing it gently, she flogged it with the tip of her tongue, which brought cries of ecstasy from Jenny.

Jenny closed her eyes. Her head rolled from side to side, and she sighed softly as she enjoyed the oral ministrations by her own mother. She hated being tortured, but had to admit this was very nice. Suddenly, an excruciating pain lanced through her nipple, taking her completely by surprise and almost causing her to scream out loud. Jenny was barely able to control herself as the pain intensified. Her eyes flew open as she frantically searched for the object of her torment. She was horrified at what she saw. Christine, with a sad pitying look on her face, was holding a large sewing needle with a pair of needle-nosed pliers. She repeatedly heated the frightful object in the flame of a cigarette lighter then held it against one of little girl's poor, mistreated, nipples. The heat was intense, but dissipated quickly since the thin needle was unable to hold heat for long.

Reading some more from the script, Christine moved closer, heating the needle longer then quickly laying it against the anguished child's nipple. Jenny felt the searing pain tore through her chest. She was using all her will power to keep from screaming. Her nipples turned an angry red color and began to throb. The poor little girl could not remember ever having suffered such intense agony. For the first time, she was focusing totally on the needle, the flame, and her pain. She could feel herself responding sexually, but she was in far too much agony to enjoy it.

Christine cried at the sight of her own daughter suffering so much by her own actions. She hesitated and then placed the needle once again against the girl's nipple and pushed. "I'm sorry baby" she whispered to her daughter. "I love you. I don't want to do this, I swear." and then pushed the needle all the way through the child's nipple, piercing it in one sharp move. Jenny screamed and Christine watched in agony as tears ran down the little girl's face. She quickly moved to the other nipple and pierced the second nipple even before Jenny could calm down and stop crying. This was the worst day in her life, Christine thought as she looked down on the obscene and perverted sight of her own little ten-year-old daughter with her tiny pre-teen nipples pierced by two large needles.

Next Christine moved between Jenny's legs. When she started heating the needle again, Jenny went berserk. Her mother was going to burn and pierce her clit! She fought insanely against her bonds, hoping vainly that she could free herself and escape the terrible pain she knew was coming.

"No... Mommy! Please.... Please.... Please! Mommy... Not there! Not there! Please Mommy don't hurt my pee-pee!" the poor child raved.

Christine's own tearful faced was emotionless. This was something she had to do and Jenny knew all she could do was to scream. Her nipples still burned furiously as she looked at the needles sticking out of them, and she could only imagine the incredible pain she would feel when Christine touched her most sensitive organ with the hot needle and then pierce it!

She was trembling, both from the pain she felt and the fear of what was coming. Her nipples ached and throbbed, still burning, but the pain had subsided enough to let the other feeling take over. Jenny was now tingling all over. Every nerve ending in her body seemed poised, ready to erupt violently. Like Pavlov's dogs, salivating at the sound of a bell that signaled food, Jenny's pussy was soaked, love juice pouring out of her and puddling on the bench below. She knew she was about to experience the most horrible pain she had ever felt in her short childhood, but she also felt it would bring on the best orgasm of her life.

Knowing that time was running out, Christine left the needle in the flame a long time. She probably wouldn't have another chance. It was all or nothing. Dropping the lighter, she quickly spread Jenny's pussy lips far apart, exposing the stiff tip of nerve endings that was the core of every woman's being. The mother laid the hot needle directly against her daughter's clit, running it back and forth from base to point on either side of the jerking nub. .

Jenny held her breath as she nervously watched the hot needle approach her crotch. She tried to steel herself for the pain she knew would soon hit her, but it was impossible. When the needle touched her clit she knew there was no way to prepare for the tidal wave of horrendous pain that followed.

Christine pushed, stabbing the long steel needle through the child's clitoris!

Jenny's eyes lost their focus. She saw only a blinding white light to match the white-hot heat in her clit. The pain wouldn't go away, it just kept building, spiraling through her clit, into her cunt, through her pelvis, and finally taking command of all her senses. Every nerve, organ, and cell in her body exploded, sending a rush of adrenalin through her system. Jenny screamed. She begged God to make it stop hurting, then cursed Him when He didn't. Her voice was weak and exhausted from crying when a marvelous thing happened.

The misery she was feeling mushroomed. When it reached its peak and began spreading like the cloud from an atomic bomb, a transformation took place. As intense as the pain had been, the pleasure was even more so. Jenny started cumming. She continued cumming hard, each taking off from another, like a string of firecrackers going off. The almost insane child was screaming at God again, this time thanking Him, praising Him for allowing her to feel so good, and praying for the feeling to go on forever.

Jenny didn't know how long she had been cumming or how often she had erupted. She did know that it far surpassed anything she had ever experienced. Forgotten, at least for the time being, was the anguish she had suffered to achieve it. The way she felt now, it wouldn't have mattered. Jenny would gladly undergo that much pain, and more, if this was the result.

Waiting for Jenny to work her way through her orgasms gave Christine some time to reflect. She couldn't believe her little girl had an orgasm by driving a long needle through her little immature clitoris. Her earful face brightened a little and she even smiled at her bound and sweat soaked daughter. She saw Jenny still trembling and tears were still staining her cheeks even though a shy smile danced in the corner of her lips.

Christine knew she had done some awful things to little girl but none of that mattered now. On the other side of the studio, Mr. Blaine was clapping his hands and yelling "Bravo! Bravo!" She couldn't believe that this man could get turned on by a small child being tortured and made to suffer such horrible sexual tortures just to satisfy his own pleasures. And yet, she could feel some satisfaction at seeing Jenny orgasm despite all the pain she had inflicted upon her small slender body.

Glancing at Mr. Blaine, Jenny was discouraged when she saw his cock hanging limp and lifeless between his legs. He had been watching the show and taking photographs all this time. How could he be unaffected? Christine desperately tried to think of a way to get her Master take her instead of her abused little girl. She groaned. She pleaded with him, begged him but it was all futile.

Mr. Blaine felt the blood rushing to his cock. He took a whip and brought it crashing down on Christine, loving the muted groan she made, and then moved on the small bound and helpless girl. In seconds he had her jerking and jumping with each snap of the whip, and he was rock hard, making it impossible for her to keep all of his rigid pole inside her soft, warm, mouth.

Christine was horrified by the sight. Every time the leather thongs cracked against her daughter's skin, tremors ran through her. Torturing Jenny had kept her in shock. Now, Bill's whipping the poor little girl was making her climb right back to the bewildered stage she was in before.

She watched Jenny being forced suck Mr. Blaine's cock and how he enjoyed the power it gave him over a small child. Feeling him tremble and twitch in response to what her little daughter did with her mouth was a terrifying feeling. The spongy, pulsing, head of his cock penetrated the little girl's mouth and lodged in her throat. Mr. Blaine could feel the jizz begin to collect in his heavy balls. His scrotum tightened and the tingling feeling that signaled an approaching orgasm was starting. He continued whipping the little girl energetically, enjoying seeing the red stripes spring up from every blow. He directed the whip into her crotch, watching her pussy twitching and churning in response. Seeing it open up like a flower, damp from the morning dew, fascinated him.

Little Jenny was beginning to panic but Mr. Blaine seemed content to let her continue to pleasure him with her mouth while he amused himself by flogging her. She fought to clear her head from the sex and pain crazed fogginess, so that she could remember everything her mother had taught her about sex and what happens when a man cums. There in the far recesses of her mind, mixed with lurid images of sexual excesses with herself as the central figure, she found an almost forgotten fact.

Creating a powerful suction around the head of his cock, Jenny swirled her tongue all around his purple heart shaped glans. Mr. Blaine jerked, slamming his hips forward, sinking his cock deep into Jenny's throat. His cock expanded in her mouth, forcing her jaws so far apart they began to ache, and he started hunching against her, deep-fucking the child's mouth.

Finally Mr. Blaine lost control. His balls jerked like puppets on a string and tried to draw up into his body. His pelvic thrusts got frantic and out of rhythm. It was if he had no command of his own muscles. He didn't want to cum. He was enjoying this far too much, but he couldn't help himself. He roared as the cream erupted from his balls, coming in thick syrupy spurts that seemed to go on and on.

Little Jenny swallowed, drinking his cum in huge gulps. It was difficult to do because of the tremendous amount of liquid, and her head being pushed in upside-down position. Feeling that she was about to drawn and die, Mr. Blaine jerked his cock from her mouth and directed the last few spurts onto her pierced nipples and face. She was covered in cum. It was so hot and thick it felt like candle wax was being dripped on her. A small tremor overtook the little abused girl as another orgasm shook her tiny body.

-- added by James Bondage 007, January 26 2004

Mr. Blaine look at the cum on her body and put some on his finger and force it in Christine's mouth. He wipe his dick in the young girlie's hair. The mother and the girl try to comfort each other. Christine was crying.

"Sorry,i had ...to ..do it,you know!"

The young model was so overhelmed by sexual pleasure that she didn't notice that Mr. Blaine was gone.

-- added by Krazsokiw, April 28 2004

Christine lay down beside her exhausted daughter and hugged her tightly. She couldn't believe how aroused she had become watching Jenny suck Mr. Blaine's hard cock, and then seeing him shoot so much cum all over the little girl. As they lay there together, and as Jenny's sobs slowly subsided, Christine gently rubbed her hand over her daughter's body, spreading the remains of Mr. Blaine's cum over her tender nipples, still swollen from the abuse they had suffered.

Jenny winced a little under her mother's caresses but had to admit to herself that the pain was slowly going away and that she was actually beginning to feel aroused again, her swollen pussy tingling in anticipation. She moaned softly as her mother's fingers began to slide down over her tummy, reaching her swollen clitoris, still reeling from being pierced so harshly.

Even so, when her mother's finger lightly caressed the swollen bud, Jenny felt her vagina becoming wetter and wetter.

"Does that feel good?" her mom asked.

"Mmmmmm, sort of," Jenny replied, "but it feels so tender."

Christine moved her body so that she could see her daughter's clit more closely and noticed how swollen it was. But she also saw from the juices seeping from Jenny's vagina that her daughter was sexually aroused in spite of the pain she must be feeling. She bent even closer and inhaled the unmistakable fragance oozing from Jenny's pussy. She couldn't help herself any longer and slowly slid the tip of her tongue between her daughter's labia, drinking in the delicate taste of her sexual juices.

Jenny closed her eyes as her mother's tongue caressed her inflamed flesh and slid her hands down to stroke Christine's hair, at the same time encouraging her mother to increase the pressure. Christine's tongue travelled more forcefully now, upward, pausing to tease Jenny's little pee hole with the tip, making her little girl squirm with increasing excitement.

"Ohhhhh, mom, that feels sooooo, mmmmmm," she whispered, raising her hips slightly to meet her mother's soothing tongue. She was torn between the waves of excitement her mother's tongue was causing, and the sudden realization that she had to pee, remembering it had been a while since she'd last had the opportunity. But Christine's tongue had now reached Jenny's swollen clit and was slowly flicking back and forth across the hardened, tender nub.

Jenny felt the waves of excitement building in her pussy as her mother's tongue continued its assult, seemingly trying to make up for the pain she had recently caused her little girl. Jenny's eyes rolled back as she gave herself up to the ecstasy she was beginning to experience, her hands balling up tightly at her sides. As her mother's mouth completely covered the young girl's vulva, Jenny could hold on no longer, and the waves of ecstasy exploded as she screamed in delight at the loss of control her body suffered as she reached the most powerful orgasm her young body had ever experienced. Her mother hung on tight as her little girl screamed, having difficulty keeping her mouth attached to her enflamed cunt.

As Jenny's body pulsated in pleasure she completely lost control and abandoned herself to whatever was taking place between her thighs, feelings she had never experienced before. To her surprise, and to Christine's, powerful squirts of golden liquid streamed from her, into her mother's mouth. Instinctively,Christine pulled away after receiving the first mouthful and watched in amazement as her litle girl's pee shot out of her powerfully in intervals that seemed to correspond to the contractions her vagina was experiencing as waves and waves of her orgasm completely took control of her young body.

When Jenny's orgasm slowly subsided, she began to sob uncontrollably, hugging her arms about herself as her mother started to comfort her little girl. Christine found herself so excited by what had just happened that her fingers began to furiously rub her own cunt as she returned to her daughter's soaking pussy, tasting the combined flavors of her salty pee and creamy juices. She came in no time, moaning strange sounds into Jenny's pussy as she climaxed, a woman in the throws of complete lust between her daughter's thighs.

Christine slowly pulled herself together, moving up beside Jenny again, hugging her little girl close to her. They kissed gently, Jenny tasting herself on her mother's lips, marvelling at the new sensations she had just experienced. Before long, both were sleeping soundly, their bodies longing for the rest they were finally receiving.

-- added by Addison, May 30 2004

Christime woke up eary the next morning. She lovingly watched Jenny's peaceful breathing as she slept. I think I will do some exploring before she wakes up Christine thought to herself.

Quietly she closed the bedroom door and proceeded down the marble hallway and polished wooden staircase. The house was immense. She opened a side door and followed a winding pathway that opened onto a massive yard with stunning trees and flowering bushes that made the yard very secluded. In thee distance she thought she heard voices. It sounded like the pitch of young boys.

Christine moved forward and the voices grew louder and clearer. She was sure they were young boys.

Suddenly, there appeared an arched gateway linking two giant redwood trees. She peeked through the iron bars of the gate and saw three young men swimming in a sparkeling blue pool. My god, Christine thought, they are beautiful yong boys, and they are skinny dippingt at that. Christine just stared at them, wondering what her next move would be.

Suddenly, without warning a hand landed on her shoulder, and she heard a voice say, "why don't you join me and my son and his friends for a swim?" It was one of the young women she had seen working in Mr. Blaine's kitchen.

"I didn't mean to scare you", she said. "Follow me, let's see how much fun we can have".

"I don't have a suit" complained Christine as she followed the girl to a roww of pool chairs next to the pool.

"I don't either, I'm Missy by the way". With that she slipped of her robe and laid down on one lounge bare-assed naked. "Lay next to me and watch the boys horseplay. They have boundless energy at 12 years of age.

Christine took off her robe almost in a trance. She wanted to observe the lads, but she couln't take her eyes off the marvelous breasts and bald pussy of Missy.

"Who's your freind, Mom?" came from the poolside where the dripping head of a beautiful young emerged from the water.

"This is Christine, Tommy. She is a guest of Mr. Blaine. She's pretty isn't she? Come give Mommy a kiss, I haven't seen you all morning."

Christine watched eagerly as the boy pulled himself up onto the deck and walked toward his mother. He was tall for his age and quite muscular. What rivited her eyes was the size of his cock. It bounced against his thighs as he moved.Even flaccid it was huge. Christine quessed it was close to eight inches. She grinned while she thought to herself, "I want to see it hard, I bet it will be huge." As he bent over to kiss Missy, Christine could see his balls hanging down in front of his hairless ass. She felt juices start flowing in her pussy.

"Kiss Christine too Tommy, make her feel at home. Would you like him to give you a kiss Christine? She is learning to do it very well."

"Mom, I don't even know her yet, but she sure has a nice body" As he was looking at Christin, his cock started to grow.

"It's okay Tommy, I would love to have you kiss me. Your mom says you should." Christine just stared as his cock got bigger and bigger.

As he bent forward and covered Christine's mouth with his, his tongue snaked fully into her mouth. She gave her tongue to him in return and she started to squirm.

"My my, what have we got here?", said Missy. Christine opened her eyes and say Missy's hand wrpped around a now 10 inch rockhard piston between Tommy's legs. "Look how big it is Christine. He takes after his father. Feel how hard it is.

Almost voluntarily, Christine's ahnd joined that of Missy's and she marveled at how big and hard it was. Tommy just stood there smiling.

Just at that moment twoo more heads popped up in the water. One on the glistening body of a black kid and the other appeared to be Latin

-- added by anonymous, June 5 2004

Christine could not resist. She dropped to her knees and engulfed Tommy's prick in her mouth. Without warningm Misy pushed her to the ground, and Tommy thrust his prick deep into Christine's mouth, gagging her. "Urghhh" she cried, as her thraot expanded to accomodate the huge prick that was impaling her.

"That's it Tommy", cried Missy, "gag-fuck the bitch!" Christine slavered over the boy.s enorous prick, but as she struggled to breathe, the two other kids came up to her. The black kid grabbed Missy and without more ado, thrust his soft prick in her face. "Suck me too" he demanded, and Missy agred without hesitation. The black kid then hunkered down beside them idly stroking his prick as he watched his Latin friends member expand and grow in Missy's hot mouth.

"Mummy mummy!" came a cry from the house. Jenny came running out to see what all the comotion was about. The black kid grabbed her and threw her to the ground. He too thrust his prick into a hot female mouth - but in this case that of a child. Jenny had, by now, learned that to resist brought pain, so she bagan to lick him, swirling her tiny tongue p and around the prick invading her mouth. The latin kid then reached over and began to diddle her clit, Pulling and twisting it as it appeared from beneath its protective hood.

Blaine had inserted a large gold rings through the holes her mother had burned through her nipples and clit. These were conected by a strong yet thin chain, which the Latin kid tugged, bringing both pain and pleasure to the child's tits and cunt. Christine meanwhile was pushed off the kid's prick that had ravaged her thrat, and without ceremony the kid plunged his prick into her sloppy cunt, whilst Missy slapped her clit. "I've a better idea" said the black kid, and leaving his victim for a minute he walked to the lake's edge and returned holding some nettles gingerly in his hand. he began to flay Christine's cunt with these, causing small sores to appear quickly on her labia, and mons, whilst her clit began to swell...

Christine cried out in agony, compounded when the black kid, eyeing his handiwork, leaned down and began to lick and nip her pouting cuntlips. As her engorged clit swelled, he gripped it between his sharp teeth and began first to suck, and then to chew....

Christine lost control, screaming as the agony shot through her cunt. Her bladder lost control and an arc of steaming piss shot into the air, landing on Jenny who lay by her side.

Jenny turned to see her mother writhing on the ground. Missy too leaned over, and began to lick off the piss that had landed on Jenny's soft belly, and in her cute navel.

"Enjoying yourselves I see?" a voice boomed in the girls' ears. Blaine had heard the noise from his studio and come to investigate. "Hmm, I don't recal saying that you could exercise your own initiative" he scowled at the boys. He bent down and grabbed Tommy's tight balls, and squeezed hard. Tommy yelled in pain, but Blaine continued to crush the nuts within, gloating as Tommy writhed in agony. "So son", he said, "you thought to start without me?" Jenny and Christine listened in horror - if he was prepared to torture his son like this, what did he have in store for them? They were soon to find out.

Releasing his son's balls, he began to masturbate, his prick quickly becoming hard. He thrust it into Christine's mouth, and when he deemed it sufficiently lubed, he pressed it against Tommy's asshole. Tommy cried out as the huge prick sank balls deep into his arsehole. "Come on Jenny" Blaine cried, take his prick in your mouth. Jenny obliged the sadist, and Tommy's limp prick slithered into her small, tight mouth. As it began to harden, she tickled it with her tongue. "Now!" cried Blaine, "bite down hard!" Jenny did so, and was rewarded by an agonised cry from the unfortunate lad, as his prick was both bitten by her sharp young incisors, and crushed by her immature molars. She continued to bite down, the boy's cries beginning to irritate her. As Blaine continued to thrust his prick into his son's behind, Christine looked on with amazement. The boy's prick continued to lengthen and fil out! Plainly he too had some masochistic feelings, as did Jenny when she had been the victi m, what seemed an age ago.

The Latin kid, left to his own devices, had also gone on a hunt. he reappeared with something concealed in his hand. He slowly opened Jenny's cunt, and then thrust the contents of his hand into the empty chamber. Christine saw something slimey, and realised that what she had at first thought were some for of droppings were in fact... large slugs!

The Latin boy then shoved his large uncut prick into Jenny's tender cunt, and pulling at the chain that connected her nipples to her tender clit, thrust into her, mashing the unfortunate slugs into a pulp inside Jenny's cunt.

Jenny cried out in disgust, but the macerated bodies at least had a lubricating effect, as the boy pummled her preteen cunt.

Blaine looked on laughing, and then without warning, pulled of Christine and savagely kicked the Latin kid between the legs, crushing his balls into Jenny's arsehole. The boy screamed, as did Jenny, but Baline just laughed again. He wandered of for minute or two, and returned with a strong rope, with a lockring tied to one end. he threw the rope up and over a nearby tree-branch, and then carefully attached the ring to Jenny's chain. he then slowly pulled down on his end of the rope, and Jenny was lifted an inch or two off the ground, her entire weight taken by her nipples and clit. She feared that tender bud would be pulled out by its rots, but Blaine had other ideas.

he whistled and a large dog bounded up. He pulled the latin kid out of Jenny's cunt by his hair, and the dog began to lick Jenny's exposed preteen cunt, its rasping tongue gradually awakening desire in the young child.... "On your back bitch!" he instructed Missy, "get under him and suck his canine cock!" Terrified, Missy complied, taking the monstrous dog-dick into her mouth. Get it ggod and hard, Blaine thought to himself, because soon Jenny is going to lose her species cherry! Meanwhile, grasping a reed from the nearby lake, he began to switch Missy's cunt and clit....

-- added by nemesis, June 15 2004

Before the dog shot it's load, Blaine pulled the large dog dick from Missy's mouth and shoved it into Jenny's pussy!

Feeling something new,Jenny screamed in ecstasy as she and the dog came at the same time! Get over here, Blaine ordered Christine, put your mouth into Jenny's pussy and eat out the dogs jizz.

Blaine then ordered Jenny to stand up and come over to him, where he proceeded to fasten a vibrator around her waist, so that it rested on Jenny's clit.

Bending over the picnic table, where the vibrator was held in place by the edge of the table, Blaine called for Missy to come to him next.

Taking a twelve inch strap on dildo, he put it on Missy and had her get behind Jenny doggie style. He then ordered the Latin to mount Missy doggie style,during this Blaine picked up another strap on cock and fastened it around Christines waist and ordered her to fuck the Latin boy in the ass!

Next, Blaine ordered his son to mount Christine and fuck her cunt while he took some pictures.

-- added by Bumper, June 16 2004

"Jennie." He snapped his fingers. "Come with me." Jennie followed him into a large room as he poured himself some champagne.

"Follow." Was all he said. Blaine led Jenny into a large room as he grabbed her by the waist and threw her down. "Ahh." Was all Jenny managed. Blaine took one last drink as he opened a cabinet. Inside were numorous dildos toys and chains etc... Blaine choose one with. A long about 14' with a ball at the end with little spikes. Jenny's eyes widened as she gasped in horror. Blained set her up on a swing as she was tied upside down.

"It's gonna be fine, baby," Blaine licked her little cunny as he smiled and started to enter her pussy with the monsterous dildo. Before she could regsiter he began fursily pumping her little fuck-hole with it. "God you little bitch I'm so fucking horny for you." Jeny's little pussy was hot and she began to breathe. Noew a second dildo entered her as. It was silver and pretty damn thick, about 4' thick. "Fuck, yea." Blaine stepped back as he began to snap away. He couldn't wait until her finally got to fuck her.

-- added by Ringa, June 17 2004

For the next twenty minutes jenny was pounded and abused in her tight little pussy and her even tighter little ass. She was unsure that she liked the feeling but 2 orgasms can't be wrong. As Blaine pulled the dildo out he still had the issue of ripping up this slut model with his own cock.

-- added by Stock, January 10 2005