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PAYING THE RENT part 7
BY CLIVE CLARRIS
[ part 7 ]
Chapter Fifteen
Susan had always been a fatalist. Claire had left her doorkey at Sasha's
house and Sasha and Christopher had simply come round to return it.
Getting no response from knocking the door, but hearing noises inside,
they had simply let themselves in. There had been no option but to
explain everything. Whether it had been Claire's enthusiasm or the
thought of money to buy toys, who can tell. However it had happened, the
four of them were sitting in Tim's studio reception at exactly the time
he had asked. No going back.
Tim looked at them.
"Oh yes, I think so." Susan tried to look at the youngsters through his
eyes. Claire was always going to be the star. Somehow this incredible
adventure had given her a vitality that her dancing and sports
activities had never quite achieved before. Her cute little face served
only to add to the effect. She looked the perfect tease! But most
teasers stop just when it gets interesting. Claire was learning that
there needn't be limits! Christopher was a little taller than Claire and
thin. He too was very athletic with short, almost shaved hair, dark
Meditteranean eyes and his short sleeved shirt and white shorts showed
that his tennis playing was beginning to develop his upper arm and thigh
muscles. Sasha was stunning. The tallest of the three, she had long,
waist length blond hair and bright green sparkling eyes. Her skin was
pale and soft and the beginnings of a beautifully developing figure was
just discernable beneath the tight top and tiny shorts. Her long lithe
legs were smooth and naked between the bottom of her shorts and short
white socks and black trainers. But it was her face that drew Susan's
attention. She had never noticed before how those high, prominent
cheekbones seemed to emphasise a sensuous and inviting mouth. Susan had
always had slightly bi-sexual tendencies but she found herself longing
to kiss that mouth. The thought brought a mental flashback to Claire
with her little mouth and throat bulging from Kurt's invading penis last
time and Susan fought not to transfer the image of sticky white sperm
and filling cheeks to Sasha.
"We won't be asking you two to do much this time, but we will pay you
both if you're happy to take your clothes off and join the fun."
Tim's voice brought Susan back out of her momentary fantasy. It was
really a question.
The children looked at each other, looked at Claire and nodded shyly.
"No going back!"
Chapter Sixteen
Tim had been happy to agree to Susan staying close to Claire this time.
He had assured her that the inhibition releasing drug that they had used
last time had no long term side effects and was not addictive. She
wanted to believe him as they sat in his office holding their naked left
arms out whilst he used the injection syringe expertly. They had walked
through the studio which had been completely empty, except for the usual
camera equipment, backdrops and canvas chairs. Lots more canvas chairs.
Tony came into the office and nodded to Tim.
"Ten minutes."
Claire took the elastic hair band off and her long light brown, blondish
hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wrinkled her cute little nose at
Uncle Tony and asked, "Is it going to be naughtier than last time?"
"Would you like it to be?"
"It got very scary."
Tony and Susan's eyes met for a moment and Susan had a flash of doubt at
the way Tony had avoided giving an answer.
Tim got up and turned some of the lights in the room off.
He put four large plastic carrier bags onto the desk.
"I'll just leave you to put these on if I may and then I'll be back to
collect you in about five minutes. Remember, the key to turning men on
is to look as if you're enjoying yourselves. Unless ...."
He didn't seem able to find an end to the sentence and left Tony with
them as he went out of the room, closing the door behind him. Tony
opened the first bag. "This is for Chris."
Now Susan knew why Tim had rung to ask for measurements. After
overcoming a touch of shyness, both Christopher and Sasha looked
stunning in what Tim had provided for them. As for Claire and Susan.........
By the time Tim came back to lead them to the studio, they had all been
given their directions for how the session was to start. But no one had
prepared them for what they now found in the studio.
The lights in the room were already off, except for the area in front of
the two rows of chairs. In the dimness Susan could see that there were
at least twenty men in the "audience. The front row had one of two new
faces, but she immediately noticed Kurt and Dev from last time in the
centre seats, either side of the Director's empty seat.
There was an immediate shuffling from the men in the room. And no wonder.
Sasha's eleven year old body was virtually naked except for a broad
bright green leather belt with silver rings stitched around it and two
bright shiny silver buckles at the front. From the hips, two very narrow
green leather straps led up and over her shoulders to her waist at the
back. Two more led down between her thighs and between her bottom cheeks
back up to the waistbelt with just a tiny triangle of leather stitched
to them to form tiny panties. All had silver rings and buckles and one
narrow green leather band was stitched to the straps around her body,
just wide enough to cover her nipples. The final touch was a single
narrow green leather strap round her face and tight between her lips,
buckled at the back and holding her mouth poutingly open. Already the
effect of the drug was causing her to drool slightly, making her lips
wet and shiny in the studio lights. Her hands were handcuffed in front
of her.
Christopher's "costume" was virtually identical, except that his penis
and balls had been pulled through a stitched hole in the front of his
leather "pants" and his hands were cuffed behind his back. The drug had
made his prick and balls swell and they looked out of proportion to the
rest of his eleven year old body.
Susan had been shocked to discover that she was to wear a somewhat
larger version of Sasha's bondage gear. Her breasts were not large, but
beautiful, round and firm. She was about 170cm tall and her visits to
the gym twice a week had kept her body lithe, young and athletic. She
felt her erect nipples being crushed into the softness of her breasts by
the tight strap across them. She was pleased that she had completely
shaved herself before they came out. The leather triangle would have
revealed if that had not been the case. She was not wearing handcuffs or
a gag. Yet.
Tim had held Claire back whilst Susan and the two children were brought
into the bright lights. There were silver rings set in the floor around
the outside edge of a grey painted circle. Tony used six lengths of
silver chain and padlocks to keep the three in position, sitting on the
floor. Each had a short chain from waist to floor and a much longer one
which would allow them to move a considerable distance when the short
one was released.
In the centre of the circle was a large triangular wooden "horse."
Either side of the wooden triangle two platforms had been built, each
about a metre square, high enough for whoever stood on them to reach
about two metres avove the horse's top edge.
Built into the centre of the horse were two large rubber dildos,
complete with realistic looking balls, the rearmost one being slightly
smaller than the front one. But only slightly. To one side was a control
console that Tony walked over to now. Above the horse was an electric
winch with chains and a "spreader bar" attached. The cameras explored
the captives on the floor and the equipment laid out in the studio. Then
Claire came into the circle. She looked like Alice in Wonderland. Her
long hair cascaded down the back of a little pink gingham dress with
buttons from neck to hemline. She wore tiny white socks and little black
shoes and nothing else. She skipped in and turned to face the "audience"
and the cameras. The screen filled with her cute little face.
"Hello. I've come to play with you, because I can't find anyone to play
with who is going to be as much fun as you are." Those little brown eyes
widened innocently.
"I've brought my friends and my Mummy too. Because they like to make
sure that I don't get into any trouble."
She giggled. Drama classes at school had been one of Claire's favourites.
"If you'll play with me, I'll take all my clothes off. Would you like that?"
"But you'll have to take yours off too. No. I've had a better idea.
We'll take your clothes off for you. Stand up everybody."
The lights and the cameras came round to fill the whole studio as Claire
used a little key to unlock the padlocks on the short chains. Susan saw
with horror that amongst the men on the front row was her boss at the
Bank. He winked at her.
"Me first."
Claire pouted and flirted with her audience as one by one she undid the
buttons down the front of the dress until her little pink nipples and
hairless little pussy almost sprang into filling the screen. Wearing
only the socks and shoes she bounced over to Dev on the front row and
undid his trousers, pulling them down. He helped her take off the rest
of his clothes as Susan, Christopher and Sasha moved through the rows of
men and did the same. The drugs were coming to full effect and the
cameras followed as little fingers released straining genitals and
exposed man after man to the coming pleasures. Soon all clothes had been
thrown to the back of the room. Strangely no-one seemed to be thinking
about how they were going to find their own afterwards.
The lights slowly dimmed again as the four returned to their positions
and the men sat down. Claire talked to the camera and the audience again.
"That's nice. I've never had so many big toys to play with before. What
shall we do first. I know." She put one finger suggestively into the
corner of her mouth and tilted her head to one side. Lets play dare."
Claire had never been good at keeping in one place for long and the
cameras had to follow carefully as she moved around the "stage." "I dare
you to catch one of my little paper balls when I throw it to you and do
what it says on it."
With that she knelt down and picked the first sheet from a small pile of
papers on the floor, read it and screwed it into a ball.
"Oooh. I spotted someone I think will enjoy that one."
With that she tossed it to one of the men on the front row that Susan
had not seen before.
"What's you're name?"
"Peter."
"Oh yes. You like little boys, don't you Peter. Read it out for me Peter."
A voice in the semi darkness read," Let Christopher sit on your lap for
the next four forfeits."
"Ooooh. Do you think you can last that long with a nearly naked little
boy playing with your thing?"
Susan remembered how shocked she had been when Claire had started being
so lascivious last time the drug had taken over.
Claire led Chris to the man, helped him sit sideways across Peter's lap
and carefully padlocked the short chain round the leg of the chair.
"Mind what toys you play with, you two!"
Kurt got Sasha. Soon she had been lifted onto his lap and her long lithe
legs spread wide apart over the wooden arms of the chair. Tony had used
white rope to hold her there and she was sitting on Kurt's prick,
nestling between the creases of the leather. Her gagged mouth looked as
if she might like to say something, if only she had been able to.
Instead she just gently dribbled. At both ends.
"Who's going to play with my Mummy?"
Tony had rehearsed this preparation carefully with Claire, of course.
She winked at her Mummy's boss.
"I know, we'll let someone look after her later, cos I might need her if
I get frightened. But I think its going to be....you!"
She turned and threw the next crumpled ball of paper to Dev. He read it
and smiled to himself. But he didn't read it out loud.
"Who's next?"
Claire went through the routine again, but Tim shouted, "Cut," as one of
the men on the second row caught the paper ball.
"Set up the next scene."
Tony pressed some of the buttons on the console and the winch lowered
the bar down. One of the cameramen lifted it forwards of the box and
left it hanging against the front.
"Come back here, darling."
Claire backed up to the front of the box and stood patiently whilst Tony
put the padded leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles and attatched
them to either end of the bar. They were the ones Claire had worn last
time. Tony went back to the console and raised the winch until her arms
were stretched out above her head and she had to put her feet close
together for them to support her, The action stretched her little
breasts almost flat, but the puffy little nipples still stood proud from
her childlike chest. tony came back and wrapped a twisted black scarfe
around Claire's head and across her mouth, gagging her tightly.
"Are you alright darling?" This time she and Susan had agreed a signal
if Claire wanted to stop. If she screwed her eyes tight closed for more
than a moment, it meant that she had had enough. The only problem was
that it had not even crossed Susan's mind that she might be in bondage
again. What was she going to be able to do if she got the signal. She
hoped that Claire hadn't realised that.
Chapter Seventeen
A younger man, who looked as if he might even have still been teenager
was standing next to Claire's stretched helpless body as Tim said, "Action."
One camera focussed on her eyes and one on what he was doing to her.
There were now four huge screens set up for the audience to follow when
their view was blocked, as it inevitably was sometimes by the cameras
and people.
Another man was on the set with a flash still camera now, too. Capturing
the best moments for the child porn magazines Tim and Tony were so fond
of promoting alongside their video library.
His hand came up to her little chest and stroked. Between his thumb and
finger he held a little capsule of oil which he gradually squeezed out
across her breasts. Adding a gentle glistening quality to the slightly
goose pimply skin that the cameras were now showing in pin sharp focus.
He dropped the empty capsule and his hands sensuously spread the oil;
his thumb and fingers now occasionally pinching at the lttle nipples
which began to obediently enlarge at the attention. Soon the pinching
took in a larger area around her nipples and Claire visibly winced as
she was unable to escape the pressures. His fingers left white and then
reddening impressions as his touch became stronger. Soon he was pinching
hard and Claire was obviously tring to pull away, but the box behind her
prevented it. Then off camera Tony passed what looked like a little
plastic cup with a tube and a pump attached, just like the pump Susan
had used on her daughter just a few days ago. It was about eight
centimetres across and the boy held it to Claire's left breast and
pumped. The camera moved for a sideways view through the clear plastic.
They watched as her breast and her nipple were sucked into the cup. He
pumped more. Soon her skin, her flesh and her nipple had grown into the
suction. Her nipple seemed to shrink slightly as its skin stretched onto
the rest of her breast, unable to resist the suction. Tony passed an
identical device. Claire's little face was concentrating hard as her
right breast "grew" into the cup. The final pump elicited a little gasp.
A tiny tap sealed the cups and the man cut off the pipes and pumps with
the scissors Tony passed him. Claire's little breasts were sealed in
their plastic suction.
None of the audience was quite ready for what happened next. Nor was
Claire. Or Susan. The boy and the man who had helped set up the scenes
last time moved up onto the platforms as Tony pressed the winch button.
Each holding an ankle they steaded Claire's helpless, now spreadeagling
body as it was lifted up and back over the horse, the cups still firmly
"sucking." They held her legs wide apart, the cameras seeking out the
wetness the drug had provided for her opening vulva as the winch slowly
began to lower her again. As her pussy touched the larger front dildo,
the motor stopped. Claire's eyes looked expectant above the now sodden
scarfe gag.
A voice from the audience read out the next "forfeit."
"Swing your little slave's body across the top of the horse until my
natural juices make the edge and the dildos slippery. Then impale me."
Claire's voice could be dubbed over later if it would sound more
effective, thought Tim.
Susan tried to smile reassuringly up at Claire, but she was hanging too
high to attract her attention.
The men followed the instructions. Her upper body was still glistening
from the oil, but she was providing plenty of her own lubrication as the
close up lenses watched the rounded tips of the dildos part her little
pussy lips as she swung slowly across them. Then she stopped. The
silence in the room was broken by a momentry noise from the motor.
Claire dropped a couple of centimetres. Tony beckoned Susan onto the
platform as he stood by the console. The audience watched as Susan's
slim fingers teased the rubber against pussy and anus. As they rested
against the dilated openings that Mum and daughter had prepared for this
moment, Tony operated another control. The camera watched as the front
dildo began to swell. Into a pink ballon. Tony let it deflate again. He
operated the slightly smaller black one behind it. And shrank it back to
its normal size again. Then a room full of throbbing penises and three
throbbing pussies all enlarged as the motor whirred and Susan's fingers
guided the rubber in. She stroked her baby daughters leg as it rested,
held open by the sloping side of the wooden box. Impaled was an
interesting word. She looked to Tony to see if he wanted her to tie
Claire's ankles to the rings in the floor. Tony was holding out a long,
thin leather whip for the next "dare." Claire noticed too. Her little
body tensed but the drug had taken Susan past the point where the
pleasure took over. Putting the rope through the ring on Claire's ankle
cuff, she ran the other end through the floor ring. And pulled tight.
She looked up and saw that the man on the other side was doing the same.
Claires little body was stretched in a giant cross shape astride the
box. Her hair fell across her shoulder and her little face was damp from
the scarfe gag. She looked beautiful, vulnerable and so so sexy. Tony
pressed the button and lifted her a few centimetres to test the ropes.
The dildos slid a little way out of her vulva and her bottom. Her legs
stretched. Tony dropped her again. The dildos disappeared and her pussy
lips met the wooden edge of the horse. Why was Susan dripping at the
thought of her own litle darling girl being whipped?
In the audience, Sophie shifted her position slightly. The gentle ache
in her legs had been forgotten by her disbelief in what she had
witnessed. She felt a sudden squirt of dampness under the tops of her
thighs. There is only so much resistance a virile man can find against a
nubile body on its lap! The tiny movement had been enough to overcome
it. The slight smell of sperm rose from beneath her. Peter had long
since given up trying to keep his hands of poor helpless Christopher's
exposed genitals.
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