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PAYING THE RENT part 3
BY CLIVE CLARRIS
[ part 3 ]
Chapter Seven
Claire had been sitting with her Mum for a few minutes, drinking coke
"to wash away that funny taste" and relaxing after the first session of
the afternoon. It had hurt her arms a bit and Susan could see that she
had been less happy about what was happening this time.
"Just say and we can go home," Susan whispered.
"No. Its alright." Susan couldn't tell whether she really meant it or if
it was that she knew they needed the money and the difference it would make.
"Ready again, darling?"
Claire looked back at her Mum as Tony led her into another room. No-one
followed and Susan hoped that she could trust Tony to take care if his
little niece.
When they came back into the studio, the men all looked and the almost
tangible feeling of expectation returned. Susan was a little less
concerned than she had been. Yes, the bondage had become more demanding
and the sperm ice cubes had been unexpected. But Claire was still
blissfully unaware what they had been made from and she hadn't really
been hurt by what had been done to her.
Susan watched the man next to her a bit more closely. He hadn't moved
from his chair since the beginning. He was about 25 she guessed and
tall, dark skinned (an arab, perhaps) and she had heard Tim call him
Dev. He had obviously been very turned on by her little daughter during
the first session and now seemed unable to take her eyes off Claire as
Tony led her in. And that was exactly what he did. Claire was wearing a
white schoolgirl blouse and little blue leather shorts, white sox and
blue leather shoes. A striped blue "schoolgirl" tie loosly knotted and
her hair plaited in a single pigtail with a blue ribbon at the end
completed the effect. Not quite completed the effect. A blue studded
leather collar with metal rings stitched into it was buckled around her
throat. Attached with a metal spring clip was a blue leather dog leash
that Tony was leading her in with. Her hands were behind her back.
Handcuffed in heavy silver cuffs. She was still laughing from whatever
Tony had told her just before leading her in. The effect was of a little
eleven year old innocent schoolgirl in bondage, happy about whatever
anyone wanted to do to her. The cameras were already running.
Tony led Claire over to Tim.
"Kneel down facing Tony." She did as she was told. "Now do what I told you."
The camera had moved back and was looking over Tim's shoulder.
Claire kneeled upright and moved her knees apart. She looked up past Tim
directly at the camera. She had done some acting at school, but this was
to be a performance that they would all remember. She glanced back at
Tony, as if for reassurance. "Go for it, darling."
Her eyes went wide, she parted her lips and licked them.
"Please sir. I am your birthday present from your friends. You can do
anything you want to me. I am completely helpless so I cannot stop you.
Do you want to tie me up?"
The effect was electric. Her pretty face filled the monitor screen and
was offering the viewer a promise limited only by their imaginations.
Susan saw that familiar face and realised just how perfect that little
narrow nose, big round blue eyes and pouting red lips would appear to
the men watching. Still an innocent child but offering very grown up
pleasures! She remembered how easily that little developing body had
aroused her that first time they had made each other cum. How many
Russian men were going to cum watching this? Susan felt herself becoming
damp at the thought. For the first time she realised there were lots of
men in the room, but she and Claire were the only girls. She looked
sideways at Dev again.
"Would you like to unbutton my shirt and play with me?"
The Camera watched as Tim's fingers unbuttoned the shirt slowly from the
top. The cameras watched everything!
He stroked her hair and her face before smoothing the shirt outward
across her shoulders. She continued to smile at the camera. her lips
parted and her perfect white teeth adding to the effect. The shirt slid
away from the front of her body. The tie hung down between those perfect
little breasts. The little girl nipples filled the screens. The hand
slid down over Claire's shoulders almost lovingly and cupped and gently
stroked her breasts. The fingers teased her nipples.
Without any hint of embarrassment, Claire giggled, "Ooooh sir." The
pictures faded. The film was about to cut to the next scene.
"You are brilliant, little girl. Do you know that?" Tim seemed more than
just pleased about what his money was buying.
Claire stood up and Tony took her across the studio to one of the four
big circular white painted columns that held up the multi story building
above. Against it was a padded floor mat.
"Lie face down on the mat, sweetheart."
Tony undid the handcuffs and took off the shirt and tie. Claire felt the
coldness of the mat under her naked chest.
"This is going to be uncomfortable, but it won't be for too long."
He pulled her back against the pillar and lifted her ankles and legs up
against it. He let her keep herself in that position whilst wrapping
four or five turns of blue rope round the pillar, about a metre up. The
man who had popped those wicked ice cubes in her mouth in the earlier
scene came over to help. They pulled her ankles up the front of the
column and tied them there. Tony tied two long lengths of the blue rope
round Claire's wrists whilst the wheeled steps were placed behind the
pillar. Tony passed the ends of the rope to the other guy and then
lifted Claire by her shoulders. The ropes were put through rings on each
side of the column about four metres from the ground and Claire's legs
bent at the knee like human hinges as her arms pulled up behind her.
When the ropes were tied to the rings, Tony gradually released his
support until her nubile little body was hanging forward, her thighs
apart in those shiny blue leather shorts and her naked breasts stretched
and thrusting forward towards her audience. The ribbon on her plait was
tied to a ring on the front of the pillar, pulling Claire's head back.
She looked completely helpless and beautifully vulnerable.
"Alright, sweetheart?" Claire was surprised to find the position was not
that uncomfortable. She was going to nod, but thought better of it. Tony
whispered something to Claire. It took some time to explain and Susan
wished she had agreed what they were plamnning before the filming had
started. She wondered what was coming next.
"I'll be ok if it doesn't take too long." Claire looked apprehensive but
excited. She looked at Tony. The ropes had left her body hanging so that
her face was at the level of his. With a brave but slightly cheeky grin
that said, "I'm scared but I can do it," out loud she said, " My pussy's
started tingling." The men shifted their positions again.
"Ok. Lets roll." The cameras explored Claire's helpless body from every
angle. The shoes had gone, but the leather shorts, sox and pigtail had
meant that the sexy little schoolgirl image had not been lost. The
helpless, defenceless, vulnerable little schoolgirl image. But it wasn't
just an image. It was really happening to Susan's little daughter.
Chapter Eight
"What would you like to do with your birthday present, sir?" Even
hanging hogtied from the column, Claire managed to talk to the camera as
if she meant it.
"Do you want to feel my pussy?"
Tim's hands appeared on screen again. The camera panned down to watch
him unbutton the blue leather shorts and pull down the zip. The shorts
gaped open. Tim stood to one side and the hand began to slide, palm down
from her flat little tummy, inside the leather.
"Oooh sir. Are you going to be very naughty? Please be very naughty."
The word "very" would be guaranteed to add inches to the male viewers
the way Claire pouted it to the lens.
Susan watched, uncomfortably. The fingers disappeared. The camera
watched them working inside the leather. "Oooh sir." Claire's smile was
just a little forced, this time. The smooth white skin of her forehead
revealed above the tan line where her hair was pulled back only served
to make her face look somehow cuter.
Only Susan and Sasha had ever touched her there before.
"Oooh sir, I...." her voice trailled off. "Can we stop now, please?"
Tim didn't.
"Please. I don't want you to do that."
Tim took no notice. Susan stood up.
"Tim!"
Tim was sliding his fingers inside, but only he and Claire knew that.
Tony and Susan suspected. The men all hoped.
"Tim! Tony. Claire wants to stop."
Neither showed any sign of having heard Susan's protest. She felt hands
on her shoulder. It was Dev.
"Sit down," he whispered. "It will be alright."
He pushed her back down into her chair rather more firmly than his tone
suggested.
"But Claire doesn't want him to do that. And we agreed."
"I don't think we're going to stop now."
Before she realised what was happening, Susan felt another man holding
her and other hands wrapped cord round her arms, lashing them to the
arms of the Director's chair.
"No!" Claire's frightened voice was echoed by Susan. But both ended in
strangled noises as simultaneously male fingers pushed blue rubber
ballgags between protesting lips and strapped them in place.
"Mmmmnnoooo"
Some lights were turned towards Susan. And one of the cameras.
"Nnnooooo"
"We thought you might not agree if we told you everything we had planned."
Tony wouldn't let his sister and her little daughter come to any real
harm. Would he? Unless it was for money.
"Tony. You bastard."
But Tony couldn't understand waht his sister was saying through the very
effective gag. But the open lips were very erotic.
"And our Russian friends will get really turned on by a video called,
"Torturing Mummy's Little Girl!" Won't they?"
"MMMMMMgggghhh" Susan struggled.
Claire tried to thrash against her bonds and scream. Her little brown
body squirmed as Tim's fingers explored. Tony untied her ankles and let
them down and her body slapped back against the column. He tugged the
shorts down her lithe legs and she tried to kick at him. Tim's fingers
continued probing. Claire succeeded only in kicking the shorts off and
Tony pulled her ankles back and up again. But this time they were tied
behind the pillar, holding her knees apart, giving the effect of her
body being plastered against the column. Her damp, pink, puffy little
pussy was held open for the camera to watch Tim's fingers sliding into
the wetness. Then there was only the tip of an index finger. Playing
with that little pink clitoris. In wonderful full colour close up. Then
the vision mixer split the pictures. Big tears of fear and excitement
began to run down Claire's cheeks onto the blue rubber gag. But her eyes
showed that the finger was winning. And the finger was rubbing faster.
The face picture panned back. Tony was busy. A thin white cord was
wrapped round the column and those thrusting little breasts.
"Mmmmghh."
One strand was across her breasts just below the nipples. The next
strand just above. Tony tied the cord off behind the column. The finger
continued to rub. Claire's face was turning slightly pink. Her eyes were
closed.
Tony put a metal rod, about 10 cms long between the cords and the
pillar. He twisted it. The cords tightened. They squashed into the soft
breasts and the nipples fought in their trap between the strands.
Claire's eyes opened again.
Susan looked helplessly at the men sitting near her. The third camera
was close up on her face. Hands were rubbing the fronts of straining
trousers and jeans.
Tim began to work faster. He licked his finger tip.
Tony twisted the rod. Claire's breasts were being squeezed by the cord.
Her nipples were little bullets between them.
"Getting them ready for the candle wax." Dev whispered in Susan's ear.
He couldn't understand or hear her reply. Because at that moment,
Claire's roped breasts and virgin clitoris overcame her fear and
resistance. The eleven year old was learning her next lesson about the
complete loss of control cumming could mean.
Her face was red. She was drooling uncontrollably from the gag. Her
hogtied body, suspended from the pole, was taking over. Tony twisted
again. It was enough. Her little body began to shake uncontrollably.
"Nnnnoooooooo" She felt the cord trying to cut her breasts in two. And
the wet finger seemed to get harder. The camera loved the moment. Tim
curled the tip of his finger until the nail was doing the wanking.
Claire tried to scream. Every tiny eleven year old nerve end screamed in
that orgasm. In the studio only Susan didn't come spontaneously. Until
the second scream.
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