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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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JT Stevens wrote:
> does any one have part 2
> Please post part 2
> thanks
>
> <@> wrote in message news:10iivsi9l0e911d@corp.supernews.com...
>
>>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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