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PAYING THE RENT part 2
BY CLIVE CLARRIS
[ part 2 ]
Chapter Six
Their conversations had taken a new form during the course of the
following week. Claire had become increasingly animated and excited
about what had happened to her and Susan had become apprehensive. One
morning, in particular, had brought them very close.
"Mummy. Why do men get so excited about open mouths?"
"Well......... It isn't just open mouths......Its open anything, really."
Were these co-incidences going to continue? Only the day before, Tony
had been round discussing what Tim had suggested for the next session.
This time it was to be a video. The photo session had been excellent.
But to a degree you can fake things in photos. Set things up. But on
video, what actually happened was what the punter got to see.
"When they get excited they get hard."
"I know that. And when they get very excited, they spunk everywhere.
Like Christoper and Uncle Tony."
"Where have you been learning words like that."
"I told you. Sasha explained."
"Oh. Yes.....Right."
Pause.
"Well go on!"
"Well....they get hard so that they can push it into your,... er...,
girl's....er"
"Cunts."
"That's not a very nice word. Pussy is nicer!"
"Ok. So they fuck you. But what did you mean, open anything."
"Well. Its quite exciting for them to put it in your mouth. Or your
bottom. And they like to see girls tied up, because it means they can't
be stopped from putting it anywhere they want to."
"But why did Uncle Tony cum? He didn't put his in anywhere."
"No. But that was what he was imagining. And he was wanking."
Pause.
"So what are they going to want to do to me next time?"
"That's what worries me, a bit. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Does hurting girls turn them on, too, then?"
"It does some men. If it goes that way we'll just stop it though."
"But we're getting lots of money. We can't stop now, can we?"
Susan hugged her daughter. She thought for a moment and then said,
"Uncle Tony talked to me yesterday. He suggested some ideas to put to
you. If you don't want to do any of them, just say so."
Claire sat up in bed and looked at her Mummy.
"Tim wants you to be tied up again, but this time with some of your
clothes off."
"That's ok. It was naughty and scary last time. But it was exciting,
wasn't it."
"And he suggested that you practice having things in your mouth so that
you can do it in the video."
"Does he want to fuck my mouth, then?" Claire looked a bit less confident."
"I don't care whether he wants to or not. He's not going to!"
"Well, what then?"
"Well, perhaps a gag or a pretend prick. That would look very sexy to
some men."
"Ok. We could try."
"And maybe some spanking or pretend whipping or a cane....."
"Like I've been naughty?"
"Something like that, yes."
"I got a really funny tingly feeling when Miss Jackson caned me at
school when I locked Tracy Lockwood in the cupboard that Friday and they
only found her when they searched the school on Saturday lunchtime. It
hurt like hell. But it was the first time my cun...pussy got wet on its
own! What can we practice with?"
"I'm not going to cane you to get your pussy wet, young lady!"
"No. I didn't mean that. I meant what can I practice putting in my
mouth?" She looked round the flat.
"Bananas seem to remind men of something."
Claire laughed. She bounced out of bed and ran into the kitchen. In a
moment she put her head round the door, holding a big, unpeeled banana
between her lips. "Its bigger than Uncle Tonys!"
By the time they found themselves in Tim Waterman's waiting room for the
second time, Claire had learned some new things to do with with a banana!
And some old things. She could swallow them too!
Chapter Seven
Minutes later, Claire found herself hanging from the studio ceiling
rafters. Both she and Susan had been a bit unnerved by the urgency that
seemed to have gripped Tim and Tony. Not to mention the five other men
that were in the room. Tim had introduced them as the crew, but only two
of them seemed busy with cameras and equipment. Susan was not so naiive
as to not understand how much the previous session had delivered beyond
their best expectations. But like any addiction, the addict was going to
want more each time! And she could see how all the men in the room had
great expectations, already!
Two padded leather cuffs had been place round Claire's wrists and Tony
had lifted her and hooked the "D" rings on the cuffs into two hooks on
the end of ropes which were hanging in the middle of the studio.
"One advantage of using young girls and boys, is that they are light.
They can usually hang by their wrists much longer than adults could."
Tim sounded as if he had been here before as he whispered into Susan's
ear. Claire was looking unhappy. The lights were set up around her and
the two cameramen moved video cameras on wheels towards the hanging
girl. Her feet were about a half a metre off the wooden floor. Her green
t-shirt was stretched across her little budding breasts and her jeans
had slipped a little, leaving a tantalising gap above the waistband
where her soft brown skin promised greater pleasures.
Tim and the others brought some director's chairs and put them in a
little semi circle in front of the hanging girl. Susan sat with them.
This time she had agreed to Tony being in control. She wondered
uncomfortably whether she should have agreed. She kept hearing Claire's
voice asking, "Does he want to fuck my mouth?" She knew what the honest
answer to that should have been.
"My arms are starting to ache, a bit."
"Don't worry, darling. For the money we are paying you, we might need to
make more than just your arms ache!" Tony was playing to the audience.
There was something even more unnerving about the tone of their
laughter. Before long, though, the near silence and full attention that
they gave to the action in front of them built an entirely different
atmosphere. Claire was to make more noise than any of them. But she
didn't realise that yet.
Tony brought a set of wheeled steps over, so that he could reach Claire
and then move out of the way quickly for the cameras. First was the ring
gag again. But this time the silver metal ring with its leather straps
and buckles was bigger than before.
"Open your mouth as wide as you can."
The ring fitted in front of Claire's lovely white teeth, but inside her
lips.
"MMMmmgh. Its too big." They was the last understandable words Claire
was to utter for some time. Her mouth was stretched very wide. One
cameras hydraulic platform whirred and the audience could see this cute
little girls face, distorted and stretched, on the huge monitors next to
them. The lights allowed the camera to close in, as Claire's wide eyes
looked straight at the lens and the zoom filled the screens with her
wide open mouth.
Tony took a small knife and pulled the top of Claire's t-shirt away from
her body. Claire looked really scared, now and Susan began to get up
from her chair. She felt Tim's hand on her arm.
Tony made a small cut in the neckline, another at the end of each sleeve
and one more at the waistline. "Too difficult to tear if you don't cut
the hems first," Tim whispered. Then the cameras repositioned so that
all that could be seen on the screen was Tony's hands. He gripped the
neckline of the shirt with both hands and in other circumstances, Susan
might have smiled at the way all the men in the room leaned forward
together.
"Aaagh" Whether Claire realised that her groan would add to the effect,
or whether it was genuine fright there was no way of telling. The
t-shirt gradually ripped open at the front, but Tony was careful to
allow the material to hang from her arms, still concealing her little
breasts. The hint of concealed curves was explored by the cameras before
Tony tore the whole top away to reveal Claire's tiny pink, bullet hard
nipples on her pert developing brown chest. Susan realised that it had
been less than a year since she had suggested to Claire that she was now
a little too old to continue playing outside topless.
The cameras watched Tony unbutton the jeans at the waist and
tantalisingly slowly pull down the zip. The jeans fell and Tony pulled
them off. Susan's daughter now hung suspended wearing only a tiny pair
of green panties. The four foot nine inch tall body swung slightly and
Claire groaned again as she tried to relieve the strain on her arms. But
soon she would have something else to concentrate on.
Tony took a handfull of ice cubes from an insulated pot and showed them
to the camera. One camera zoomed onto Claire's face once more as the
other watched Tony's left hand pull the elastic away from her flat tummy
and drop them in one by one. Claire gasped as the coldness touched her
skin. She began to squirm and the noises became louder. Tony took the
material in his fingers and pulled the front panel away. The ice cubes
dropped between her legs as Claire tried to hold her knees together to
stop them. Tony strapped two more leather cuffs on Claire's ankles. The
cords attached to rings in the floor had gone unnoticed until now.
Claires long, slender thighs were dragged apart as the cords were tied
to her ankles. The camera went onto closeup once more as Tony pulled the
panties down very slightly and the ice dropped unseen into direct
contact with those little lips and tiny clitoris. Claire's gasp was
louder still. She began to thrash against the ropes, but Tony stood
behind her and his open hand came up against that wonderful little pussy
from inside the back of her panties, holding the ice cubes in contact
until drips began to fall between his fingers. With his other hand he
pulled until the elastic and material gave up the struggle and fell
away. It wasn't only the camera that was loving this. The camera came
even closer to watch the open hand increase pressure until two of the
cubes began to disappear inside. Claire's eyes looked as if something
was holding them wide open, too.
Without warning, one of the other men left his chair and wheeled the
steps up behind the little girl. He took one more ice cube in each hand
between his thumbs and first fingers and they all watched as his hands
came round her hepless body and he began to rub them against her
nipples. Claire was trying hard but her little body's reflexes kept
making her try to twist and pull away. Soon there were little rivulets
running between Tony's fingers and down Claires breasts and stomach. But
they were not clear drips. With growing suspicion, Susan watched the
white milky trails dripping over more areas of skin. They watched the
screens closely as any doubt about the melting fluid began to evaporate.
Claire remained blissfully unaware. Even when the man popped a cube
through the ring gag and onto her tongue, Claire didn't recognise
something she was tasting for the first time. Unable to close her mouth
or swallow she tried to push her tongue out through the ring and spit
the ice cube out. But she couldn't. Her mouth was stretched too wide.
Soon she began to drool. It tasted almost like having opened her mouth
whilst swimming in the sea on holiday.
"God, yes!" The man next to Susan couldn't take his eyes of this
helpless, hanging little girl in front of him. Dripping with the sperm
he had been asked to donate only hours earlier.
"Cut."
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PAYING THE RENT
BY CLIVE CLARRIS
[ part 2 ]
Chapter Six
Their conversations had taken a new form during the course of the
following week. Claire had become increasingly animated and excited
about what had happened to her and Susan had become apprehensive. One
morning, in particular, had brought them very close.
"Mummy. Why do men get so excited about open mouths?"
"Well......... It isn't just open mouths......Its open anything, really."
Were these co-incidences going to continue? Only the day before, Tony
had been round discussing what Tim had suggested for the next session.
This time it was to be a video. The photo session had been excellent.
But to a degree you can fake things in photos. Set things up. But on
video, what actually happened was what the punter got to see.
"When they get excited they get hard."
"I know that. And when they get very excited, they spunk everywhere.
Like Christoper and Uncle Tony."
"Where have you been learning words like that."
"I told you. Sasha explained."
"Oh. Yes.....Right."
Pause.
"Well go on!"
"Well....they get hard so that they can push it into your,... er...,
girl's....er"
"Cunts."
"That's not a very nice word. Pussy is nicer!"
"Ok. So they fuck you. But what did you mean, open anything."
"Well. Its quite exciting for them to put it in your mouth. Or your
bottom. And they like to see girls tied up, because it means they can't
be stopped from putting it anywhere they want to."
"But why did Uncle Tony cum? He didn't put his in anywhere."
"No. But that was what he was imagining. And he was wanking."
Pause.
"So what are they going to want to do to me next time?"
"That's what worries me, a bit. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Does hurting girls turn them on, too, then?"
"It does some men. If it goes that way we'll just stop it though."
"But we're getting lots of money. We can't stop now, can we?"
Susan hugged her daughter. She thought for a moment and then said,
"Uncle Tony talked to me yesterday. He suggested some ideas to put to
you. If you don't want to do any of them, just say so."
Claire sat up in bed and looked at her Mummy.
"Tim wants you to be tied up again, but this time with some of your
clothes off."
"That's ok. It was naughty and scary last time. But it was exciting,
wasn't it."
"And he suggested that you practice having things in your mouth so that
you can do it in the video."
"Does he want to fuck my mouth, then?" Claire looked a bit less confident."
"I don't care whether he wants to or not. He's not going to!"
"Well, what then?"
"Well, perhaps a gag or a pretend prick. That would look very sexy to
some men."
"Ok. We could try."
"And maybe some spanking or pretend whipping or a cane....."
"Like I've been naughty?"
"Something like that, yes."
"I got a really funny tingly feeling when Miss Jackson caned me at
school when I locked Tracy Lockwood in the cupboard that Friday and they
only found her when they searched the school on Saturday lunchtime. It
hurt like hell. But it was the first time my cun...pussy got wet on its
own! What can we practice with?"
"I'm not going to cane you to get your pussy wet, young lady!"
"No. I didn't mean that. I meant what can I practice putting in my
mouth?" She looked round the flat.
"Bananas seem to remind men of something."
Claire laughed. She bounced out of bed and ran into the kitchen. In a
moment she put her head round the door, holding a big, unpeeled banana
between her lips. "Its bigger than Uncle Tonys!"
By the time they found themselves in Tim Waterman's waiting room for the
second time, Claire had learned some new things to do with with a banana!
And some old things. She could swallow them too!
Chapter Seven
Minutes later, Claire found herself hanging from the studio ceiling
rafters. Both she and Susan had been a bit unnerved by the urgency that
seemed to have gripped Tim and Tony. Not to mention the five other men
that were in the room. Tim had introduced them as the crew, but only two
of them seemed busy with cameras and equipment. Susan was not so naiive
as to not understand how much the previous session had delivered beyond
their best expectations. But like any addiction, the addict was going to
want more each time! And she could see how all the men in the room had
great expectations, already!
Two padded leather cuffs had been place round Claire's wrists and Tony
had lifted her and hooked the "D" rings on the cuffs into two hooks on
the end of ropes which were hanging in the middle of the studio.
"One advantage of using young girls and boys, is that they are light.
They can usually hang by their wrists much longer than adults could."
Tim sounded as if he had been here before as he whispered into Susan's
ear. Claire was looking unhappy. The lights were set up around her and
the two cameramen moved video cameras on wheels towards the hanging
girl. Her feet were about a half a metre off the wooden floor. Her green
t-shirt was stretched across her little budding breasts and her jeans
had slipped a little, leaving a tantalising gap above the waistband
where her soft brown skin promised greater pleasures.
Tim and the others brought some director's chairs and put them in a
little semi circle in front of the hanging girl. Susan sat with them.
This time she had agreed to Tony being in control. She wondered
uncomfortably whether she should have agreed. She kept hearing Claire's
voice asking, "Does he want to fuck my mouth?" She knew what the honest
answer to that should have been.
"My arms are starting to ache, a bit."
"Don't worry, darling. For the money we are paying you, we might need to
make more than just your arms ache!" Tony was playing to the audience.
There was something even more unnerving about the tone of their
laughter. Before long, though, the near silence and full attention that
they gave to the action in front of them built an entirely different
atmosphere. Claire was to make more noise than any of them. But she
didn't realise that yet.
Tony brought a set of wheeled steps over, so that he could reach Claire
and then move out of the way quickly for the cameras. First was the ring
gag again. But this time the silver metal ring with its leather straps
and buckles was bigger than before.
"Open your mouth as wide as you can."
The ring fitted in front of Claire's lovely white teeth, but inside her
lips.
"MMMmmgh. Its too big." They was the last understandable words Claire
was to utter for some time. Her mouth was stretched very wide. One
cameras hydraulic platform whirred and the audience could see this cute
little girls face, distorted and stretched, on the huge monitors next to
them. The lights allowed the camera to close in, as Claire's wide eyes
looked straight at the lens and the zoom filled the screens with her
wide open mouth.
Tony took a small knife and pulled the top of Claire's t-shirt away from
her body. Claire looked really scared, now and Susan began to get up
from her chair. She felt Tim's hand on her arm.
Tony made a small cut in the neckline, another at the end of each sleeve
and one more at the waistline. "Too difficult to tear if you don't cut
the hems first," Tim whispered. Then the cameras repositioned so that
all that could be seen on the screen was Tony's hands. He gripped the
neckline of the shirt with both hands and in other circumstances, Susan
might have smiled at the way all the men in the room leaned forward
together.
"Aaagh" Whether Claire realised that her groan would add to the effect,
or whether it was genuine fright there was no way of telling. The
t-shirt gradually ripped open at the front, but Tony was careful to
allow the material to hang from her arms, still concealing her little
breasts. The hint of concealed curves was explored by the cameras before
Tony tore the whole top away to reveal Claire's tiny pink, bullet hard
nipples on her pert developing brown chest. Susan realised that it had
been less than a year since she had suggested to Claire that she was now
a little too old to continue playing outside topless.
The cameras watched Tony unbutton the jeans at the waist and
tantalisingly slowly pull down the zip. The jeans fell and Tony pulled
them off. Susan's daughter now hung suspended wearing only a tiny pair
of green panties. The four foot nine inch tall body swung slightly and
Claire groaned again as she tried to relieve the strain on her arms. But
soon she would have something else to concentrate on.
Tony took a handfull of ice cubes from an insulated pot and showed them
to the camera. One camera zoomed onto Claire's face once more as the
other watched Tony's left hand pull the elastic away from her flat tummy
and drop them in one by one. Claire gasped as the coldness touched her
skin. She began to squirm and the noises became louder. Tony took the
material in his fingers and pulled the front panel away. The ice cubes
dropped between her legs as Claire tried to hold her knees together to
stop them. Tony strapped two more leather cuffs on Claire's ankles. The
cords attached to rings in the floor had gone unnoticed until now.
Claires long, slender thighs were dragged apart as the cords were tied
to her ankles. The camera went onto closeup once more as Tony pulled the
panties down very slightly and the ice dropped unseen into direct
contact with those little lips and tiny clitoris. Claire's gasp was
louder still. She began to thrash against the ropes, but Tony stood
behind her and his open hand came up against that wonderful little pussy
from inside the back of her panties, holding the ice cubes in contact
until drips began to fall between his fingers. With his other hand he
pulled until the elastic and material gave up the struggle and fell
away. It wasn't only the camera that was loving this. The camera came
even closer to watch the open hand increase pressure until two of the
cubes began to disappear inside. Claire's eyes looked as if something
was holding them wide open, too.
Without warning, one of the other men left his chair and wheeled the
steps up behind the little girl. He took one more ice cube in each hand
between his thumbs and first fingers and they all watched as his hands
came round her hepless body and he began to rub them against her
nipples. Claire was trying hard but her little body's reflexes kept
making her try to twist and pull away. Soon there were little rivulets
running between Tony's fingers and down Claires breasts and stomach. But
they were not clear drips. With growing suspicion, Susan watched the
white milky trails dripping over more areas of skin. They watched the
screens closely as any doubt about the melting fluid began to evaporate.
Claire remained blissfully unaware. Even when the man popped a cube
through the ring gag and onto her tongue, Claire didn't recognise
something she was tasting for the first time. Unable to close her mouth
or swallow she tried to push her tongue out through the ring and spit
the ice cube out. But she couldn't. Her mouth was stretched too wide.
Soon she began to drool. It tasted almost like having opened her mouth
whilst swimming in the sea on holiday.
"God, yes!" The man next to Susan couldn't take his eyes of this
helpless, hanging little girl in front of him. Dripping with the sperm
he had been asked to donate only hours earlier.
"Cut."
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