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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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