PAYING THE RENT

BY CLIVE CLARRIS

Chapter One

Claire lay in her mother's bed on the first day of the Summer
holidays, stretched and looked at the ceiling. This would be the
first year she could remember that they would not be going away.
Her Mum had gone downstairs to get some orange juice and toast.
There were not going to be many luxuries this Summer. Susan had
managed to lose both a partner and a job in the space of six
months. She was not desperately upset about either, except that
something had to pay the rent. Social Security did not go a long
way. Still, there were a couple of jobs she had applied for and
all she needed to do was find something to tide them over.

Claire and Susan were very close. They had had to be. There had
been times when life had not been easy. It was difficult to
decide which one had needed the other most, sometimes. But things
were ok now. There was just the two of them. Susan had had Claire
when she was just fourteen. The unlucky result of a one night
stand at a school Christmas Disco. That was ten years ago. Claire
would be eleven this September!

It was warm. There was no embarrassment between them. Susan came
back into the room wearing just the unbuttoned striped shirt she
had slept in, carrying a tray. Claire had thrown all the covers
off and wore nothing at all. Her hands were stretched to the top
of the bed, holding the white painted rail. Her legs were wide
apart, bent at the knees. Her little tanned body looked
beautiful. The gentle curve of just beginning breasts. The tiny
pink nipples, stretched almost flat. The gentle sheen of tiny
golden hairs on her legs and tummy just catching the light from
the window. Her blonde hair cascaded across the pillows and her
shoulders. Susan looked away. She was just a bit ashamed about
the thought that had flashed into her mind at that moment.

Just a couple of days before, when Claire had been at school,
Susan's brother Tony had come round for lunch. He quite often
popped in just to make sure everything was ok. They had been
drinking during the meal and had a couple of cans of lager
afterwards. Just the two of them. It had been the start of the
heatwave that was now making the bedroom so hot, despite the
partly closed shutters. Tony was a couple of years older than
Susan and they had always been close. For a time, when Susan was
thirteen, they had been rather closer than brothers and sisters
are supposed to be! Not for the first time, the conversation had
turned to what Tony would do if their parents ever learned how
Tony made a living.

"They move in a different world! There's no chance."

Tony and some of his friends worked on commission. They went from
town to town and put cards in shop windows. Blue movies pay well,
but finding the girls who could perform well in them was a bit of
an art. Tony and his friends had a wonderful time running
"auditions."

"But it gets harder all the time. If you see what I mean." Tony
smiled at the intentional pun. "The studios seem to want them
younger and prettier and to have no limits to what they will do!
Recently we've been putting cards in newsagents next to schools
to see if we can tempt fifteen and sixteen year olds with a few
hundred pounds. You would be surprised at how many ring up with
offers of blow jobs hanging from the chandelier if we'll get them
a job in films!"

"So you're still managing to make a dishonest living from it,
then?"

"Too right," he smiled. "Sure I can't tempt you to have another
go?"

"Don't be silly. No one wants to see stretch marks six feet long
projected on screen. Besides, it was a bit of a disaster last
time, wasn't it? I thought that scene with the banana was going
really well until your mate, "Stud" Perkins, made his entrance,
stepped on the skin and pulled the camera over trying to keep on
his feet! It didn't come as much of a surprise that Tim never
rang me again after I laughed at him getting upset about two
grand's worth of smashed equipment.

"Talking of Tim..." Tony looked round, as if he was worried about
being overheard.

"He's getting into some really big money, supplying photos and
films to the Russian market. But he's taking some risks doing
it."

"What do you mean?"

"He's moved into the kinky stuff. Aparently, since the communists
lost power, anything goes in Russia. And they pay for it, too."

"What, bondage and that sort of stuff?"

Tony looked round again.

"Yep. And kids. I've promised to find him some ten to twelve year
olds, if I can find some. Any ideas?"

That conversation had come into Susan's mind more than once in
the past few days. She had always been fascinated about being
tied up. The best orgasms she had ever had, had been with
boyfriends who had understood the effect being helpless has on a
woman. Since her last man had gone though, she had taken a
conscious decision to spend some time with Claire. Take a break.
One unexpected effect of that, however, had been to find time on
her hands when she couldn't find any work and Claire was at
school. Always an avid reader, she would sit in the flat with a
book, but find her mind drifting off into the realms of fantasy.
Before long, her fingers would be sneaking under her skirt or
into her jeans and her imagination would take control. At first,
it was simply the feeling that she needed something new in her
life that had started it. Then it was an odd co- incidence that
had focussed her thoughts. Now it was in danger of becoming an
obsession.

Claire was a popular girl. She had lots of friends. Boys and
girls. they were often coming round and playing games in the
flat. The recent heat had meant they often wore very little.
Susan had been very happy at school and had learned about sex
very early. She often thought about those days and saw a lot of
herself in Claire. She remembered what she had been doing with
her friends at about Claire's age. Some of those kids were
gorgeous, too. Innocent big eyes. Smooth, unmarked skin. Always
laughing and bubbling and noisy.

Then there had been the day she had left four girls and a slighly
older boy called Christopher in the flat whilst she had popped
down to the shop. When she came back, Claire's bedroom door was
closed and there was a lot of giggling going on behind it.
"What's going on in there? You're being very noisy." Suddenly the
door opened. A red faced Claire had come out and quickly shut the
door behind her.

"Its alright, Mum. We're only playing."

Claire had shut the door quickly, but not before Susan had a
glimpse of Christopher,completely naked and tied to the chair he
was sitting on. His little prick was hard and one of Claire's
friends was tossing him off! She decided not to say anything. But
the momentary image had stayed with her. Susan's fantasies had
begun to develop since that day.

As she turned away with the breakfast tray, Susan retained the
image of Claire, stretched out on the bed. But her imagination
had added some cords to keep her there. And yesterday afternoons
fantasy had included pictures in her mind of the finger rubbing
so feverishly at her own wet clitoris, doing exactly that to her
own restrained and helpless daughter.

Chapter Two

"I saw what you were up to with Christopher the other day, you
know."

Breakfast in bed had finished and Clair had cuddled up in her
Mother's arms.

There was a few moments silence. Claire avoided meeting her
Mother's eyes.

"We thought you might have noticed the sticky patch on the
carpet."

Another silence.

"You've learned more than I thought, haven't you?"

"Are you angry?"

"Of course not."

Pause.

"Its fun, isn't it?" They both said it together, then collapsed
in giggles. "I was so afraid you were going to be angry and its
my best discovery ever! Everyone used to make jokes about sex and
I never knew what they were on about and then this year Sasha
explained everything."

"And she showed me too!"

Sasha was Claire's long legged twelve year old friend from
school. Susan had already had a couple of good wanks thinking
about her!

"We did it to each other every single day last week. We had a
bet!"

"You are terrible." They giggled again. They were more like
friends sharing a secret, rather than mother and daughter.

A long pause.

"Can I do it to you?"

Another long pause.

"But you're my Mum."

"Go on, let me! Our secret!"

Susan tried to turn it into a joke. Had she gone too far?

"Alright."

Very lightly, Susan let her fingers brush over Claire's tiny
nipples. As if reading her Mother's mind, Claire reached up for
the rail at the top of the bed and was once more lying as she had
been when Susan had come into the room earlier.

Susan's fingers traced a path down the smooth skin. Soon her
fingers were parting the soft lips. Her other hand reached down
and under Claire's soft little bottom, holding her thrusting
slightly up from the bed. Her finger teased out the hardening
little button and began to play with it. Without saying anything
Claire's hand came down from the top of the bed. In seconds her
little fingers had found Susan's wetness. In the silence, broken
only by the sounds of the birds in the garden, Mother and
daughter brought themselves gently into each others fantasies.
The fingers got faster.

Just before their two bodies reached the moment, Susan heard the
faint music of a passing car stereo.

The Beatles were singing, "Come together, right now...."

So they did.

Chapter Three

"We've got three days to find the rent, otherwise we're in real
trouble."

Claire and Susan sat at the kitchen table. It had been an
interesting couple of days since that first sharing of the big
secret. They had talked about lots of things. Susan had learned
that it hadn't only been Christopher who had been tied up.
Apparently the girls had just been getting their own back for
what he had done to them. But Susan knew they were on dangerous
ground. Where was all this leading?

"There must be something we can do to make some money."

"Uncle Tony suggested something the other day."

Susan caught her breath.

"He caught me and Chris tying Sasha to the lamppost in the yard.
He said people pay good money for photos of that! Did he mean
it?"

Oh yes. He meant it!

Which was how they now came to be sitting in a comfortable
reception area with Uncle Tony outside Tim Wakeman's studio.

Chapter Four

Tim Wakeman was just like someone's idea of the perfect host at a
party. He made you feel as if he was really listening to what you
had to say and that he really cared. Probably because he did. He
cared about getting everything right so that he would make the
most money possible. But at least you believed he was looking
after you. Which was all that mattered really.

Susan had already had one meeting with him and her brother in
which they had explored the possibilities and discussed how far
they thought they could go with Claire. And with Sasha? Susan had
then talked it through with Claire. She was apprehensive. But
Susan promised that all she had to do was say, "enough" and they
would be on the next bus home. But the rent had already been
paid.

The studio was a big room with various areas set up with
backcloths, beds, wallbars, cameras, lights and all the other
paraphenalia that studios normally contain.

"How old are you?"

"Ten. And threequarters."

Their eyes met.

"And you're sure you're ok with this?

Claire nodded shyly, glancing at her Mum.

"Come over here then. Tony, will you look after the details?
Simon's just going to take stills to begin with and I'll direct.
Ok?

"It'll be alright, sunshine." Tony whispered in Claire's ear.

"Are you going to help, Sue?

Susan felt herself beginning to get moist with expectation as she
and Tony picked up some black cord from a pile on the floor and
Claire stood with her back to a set of wall bars. She was wearing
her blue jeans and a tight white ribbed sleeveless top.

"Put your hands over your head."

Obediently Claire reached up for a rail abover her. Tony took one
wrist and Susan the other and tied them to the bar with the black
cord. The lights were turned on. The camera started to click.

" Look straight at the camera, precious." Tim knew what he
wanted.

"Don't smile. Men want to picture you not being able to resist
them. Look scared. Now look as if you want something. Men are
going to wank over these pictures. Do you know what that means?"

Claire glanced at Susan again and nodded.

"Look as if you're watching a boy wank and you want him to be
excited enough by you to come. Do you know what that means?"

Claire relaxed a bit and smiled.

"Oh yes. I know what that means."

She pouted at the camera.

"Magic. Now more ropes."

Tony took some more cord and tied her ankles together to the
bars. The black cord contrasted nicely with the blue jeans. The
camera clicked.

Susan added her own touch. The cords across the white top from
the bars either side were just below Claire's tiny breasts. The
camera clicked some more.

"Can she cope with a gag?"

Two strands of the black cord tied across her face between her
lips completed the picture. Claire wasn't quite sure about that.
The look in her eyes with the cords in her mouth would probably
be the point of no return for some of her unknown viewers,
though.

Chapter Five

The second set was on a chair. In a bikini. Claire's ankles had
been tied to the front legs and her hands to the back. Susan had
done all the tying and Claire couldn't help but notice how her
hands kept stroking her legs and her tummy and her chest and her
back and her face. Just like in bed. Claire was beginning to
enjoy this.

"Can you cope with one of these?"

One of these was a little ring gag. A hard plastic circle with
cords attached.

"It makes you look as if the boys could put anything in your
mouth that they wanted to and you couldn't stop them. What do you
think?"

"Ok"

Tony put it between her lips and tied the four cords round her
head.

The camera clicked.

Susan whispered something in Claire's ear. Her eyes widened.

Simon changed the lens.

Susan used the tip of her finger to play with Claire's nipples
through the tight blue bikini top fabric. Her nipples grew. The
camera clicked.

Susan picked up a plant water spray. she sprayed the bikini top.
The material became sodden. It clung to the little swelling
chest. The nipples grew more with the cold water.

"Magic." Tim only seemed to know one word of appreciation.

The water spray moved down. The damp patch spread across the blue
pants. Susan put the spray down. Simon moved the camera tripod
closer and lower. The lens was looking up Claire's body at her
ring gagged face and wide blue eyes now. Why?

Susan fingers found their way inside the waist band of the pants.
Claire made a little sound. The camera clicked.

Susan's fingers began working. Claire made another sound. She
pulled a bit at the ropes. They held well.

Susan began to rub faster.

Claire looked at the three men in the room. Simon was
concentrating very hard as if trying to convince himself that he
had to keep taking the photos. Tim Waterman was sweating slightly
and muttering, "magic," under his breath. Uncle Tony was wanking.

Suddenly Claire understood the power that girls can have over men
if they choose to use it.

Susan had learned over the past week or so just what worked for
Claire. The tip of her finger rubbed gently in the wetness. So
lightly it was barely touching, but gradually and lovingly faster
and faster. Claire's body began to tense. "This is for Uncle
Tony," she thought and looked past the camera straight at him.
Her Mum whispered, "Now?"

The camera had stopped clicking. Simon had lost concentration for
some reason. Claire nodded. She and Uncle Tony came together. But
he was the only one to be embarrassed. Tim Waterman sat down
heavily on a chair.

And she hadn't even had to take her clothes off yet.

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."

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.

Chapter Nine

Claire had been taken down and into Tony's room to recover and
have a drink. Susan was still firmly tied to the chair and
gagged. Most of the men had gone off to clean themselves up. Only
Dev remained standing next to the chair.He looked down at Susan.

"Don't worry about your daughter. I'll make sure she isn't badly
hurt."

Claire hoped it was the Arabic language that didn't translate too
well. The word "badly" didn't reassure her.

Dev stroked her hair and gagged face.

"Perhaps we could make a deal?"

But before he could go on, the others began to drift back and sit
down again. No one else said anything to Susan, until Tony came
back into the room, looked somewhat guiltily towards her and came
to whisper into her ear.

"Don't worry...." The fact that everyone was saying "Don't
worry.." made her do exactly that.

"Don't worry, Sue. We need to go a bit further than we agreed the
other day. But Tim has slipped a little something in her Coke to
help her relax. Claire is brilliant at this. And its paying the
rent, isn't it?"

Susan's answer was inaudible and would have been unrepeatable if
anyone could have heard it.

This time Tim led Claire into the room. She was completely naked,
on her hands and knees, wearing the dog collar with the lead in
Tim's right hand. Simon tracked the camera in with them. Susan
was shocked at her expression. A touch of blue eye shadow and red
lipstick enhanced Claire's pouting lips and big eyes and her
expression was one her Mummy had never seen before. Words kept
coming into Susan's head, uninvited. Seductive, lascivious,
erotic, irresistable, sexy. Sexy. So, so sexy. Her
ten-and-three-quarter-year old daughter was learning about sex!
Yet again, Susan guiltily felt the excitement growing in her own
body at the thought of her beautiful little daughter and what
they might do to her. Guilt and fear.

Susan felt a sudden sharp pain in her arm. She looked down to
find Tony with a needle, injecting something into her forearm.
"Mmmmggg" "It doesn't have any long term effects," he whispered."
It's that date rape drug that everyone talks about. Its
incredible. You will lose allyour inhibitions, all your worries
and have uncontrollable multiple orgasms. I know. It works on men
too." He grinned.

"And its what Tim has given Claire!"

"Oh yes. And it means you can take much, much more pain! And, I
forgot to say 'Thank You,' for training Claire so well. She
showed us the banana trick when we were getting her ready!"

Susan would have started to protest if the drug had not begun to
work so quickly. What actually happened was her tension began to
fall away and she had just a flicker of remembrance that she
should be protecting Claire. Just before her mind started to tell
her body that she really wanted the fantasies she had tried so
hard to suppress in the past couple of weeks to happen now. And
some of them were very naughty.

Chapter Ten

Most of the men were openly smoking spliffs. The atmosphere began
to smell sweet and smoky. Claire came towards them on the end of
her lead. The camera tracked low and the screens showed her
lovely, lithe, nubile little body, approaching them. Her little
pointed breasts just visible beneath her cat like progress. As
she came closer, an older man who Susan had heard called Kurt
stood up. He was about forty and quite attractive, not at all
overweight like so many men of that age. "You know what to do,
Darling." Tim was in control. The cameras were positioned either
side. Claire kneeled tall in front of Kurt. Tim held the lead
short so that she couldn't move away even if she wanted too. But
she didn't seem to want to. She didn't seem to want to at all.
"This is going to be much better than a rotten old banana." Had
Susan not reached the heightened state of euphoria so quickly,
she would have been thinking something else. As it was, her mind
didn't want to wait to see her little daughter doing what she
knew was coming next. Claire's fingers reached out and she
grinned wickedly at the camera as she unzipped the pale blue
Summer trousers and tugged them off. Kurt was prepared. He wore
nothing underneath and, when he shrugged off his tight white
sports shirt, an athletic, naked male body was fully revealed.
And his prick was long and hard. His balls were completely shaved
and hanging. But Claire was on a high. The screens showed her
pretty young face as her eyes slowly closed and her mouth slowly
opened, Very wide. She began to lean forward.

"Cut."

You can't stop now!

Film making is film making! They could and did. Make them want
more!

But the pause was only for Tony to set up the next shot.

"Sorry, guys. Magic Claire!" He and Tim obviously had a limited
vocabulary.

Claire looked really disappointed. But not for long. Tim let go
of the lead and had a brief conversation with Simon.

Susan was amazed to find herself getting wet. Obviously one of
the side effects was an overproduction of body fluids. Her
knickers and the canvas seat she was sitting on were getting very
wet indeed. And she was beginning to drool uncontrollably through
her gagged lips. Dev noticed. It was a sensation Susan had never
felt before as he leaned over and began to kiss her face without
a word. Gently and barely touching, he kissed the wetness around
the blue rubber ball. She felt his hands begin to unbutton the
front of her Summer dress and slip inside. She had no bra and his
fingers began to cup and stroke softly. Tony had been right. All
the worry had gone completely. And anyway. Her arms were tied.
How could she resist...anything?

Dev stopped playing with his new toy and moved his chair closer
to hers. He sat with his hand on Susan's arm and they both looked
back at little Claire.

She was kneeling now on a padded wooden base board to which a
metre high square wooden post had been fixed. At the top of the
post was a padded board, about thirty centimetres square. All the
padding was made from the same blue leather Claire's shorts had
been made from. Tim obviously had a fetish. Claire's ankles were
held either side of the post behind her with leather cuffs
clipped together. The blue rope was round the top of her thighs,
tying them to the post. More ropes round her body held her back
firmly against it, and her hands were trapped behind her in shiny
silver handcuffs. Her head was against the padded board, held
there by a blue leather strap buckled in the centre of her
forehead. Her hair was still pulled back from her face by the
pigtail, falling forward over her right shoulder, still tied with
a blue ribbon hanging next to her thrusting little breast.

A nearly teen, nubile young body, helpless and exposed and so, so
erotic.

But Kurt was to have some time to wait for his big birthday
present. Tim had other plans.

He reached between Claire's slightly parted thighs and she
giggled as his hand found a blue cord which had been tied part
way up the post. He fed it forward and teased it carefully into
the dampness between her legs. At the end of the cord was a blue
leather loop which he handed to Kurt. He held it at the level of
Claire's little waist so that its gentle pressure played with her
open genitals. Next Tony handed Tim a large blue candle.

"This is going to be very naughty." Claire giggled nervously.
Perhaps the smaller dose of the drug Tim had given her had not
been quite enough.

"Open wide."

Tim put about five centimeters of the candle into Claires open
mouth and tied it in place with two cords round her head. The
room went quiet. It was not entirely obvious what was going to
happen, but everyone had a fairly good understanding. Or so they
thought.

He took a lighter and held it to the wick. The flame was
surprisingly bright and the studio lights slowly dimmed as one of
the cameras moved in to show Claire's face in the flickering
yellow light. It panned back as Tim took two more cords attached
to either side of the blue padded headboard and passed them to
Kurt. The cameras and the men and girl in the room all became
fixated by the candle. Held as it was, straight out from Claire's
lips, the wax began to drip from its tip almost immediately. It
fell onto the floor in front of the padded platform and began to
form a little mound. It was a very large candle. Were they going
to have to wait for it to burn down?

Susan's body too began to drip as realisation dawned. Kurt had
control. The three cords were all that were needed.

Slowly he pulled the cord attached to the left side of the head
board. It was hinged. The board began to twist to the right.
Claire's head was frmly strapped to the padded board. She had no
choice but to move her head with it. The candle described a long
arc in the air, but the drips still fell straight to the floor.

Perhaps the drug had been enough. The effect on Claire was
similar to that on Susan. Her lips were beginning to drool, the
shiny wetness on her chin being reflected in the candle light.
And the cord between her legs was turning a darker, damper blue.
Her beautiful big eyes were reflecting her excitement as well as
the candle flame.

Kurt pulled the right cord and her face turned slowly towards her
other shoulder. The camera followed. Then slowly back to facing
forward. A helpless little girl under full control of three
little blue cords.

Only three of the men in the room understood fully the purpose of
the third cord.

Kurt put his hand through the leather loop more firmy and curled
his fist around it.

Only then did they realise that the base board was not flat. It
only seemed so because of the wooden wedges Tony had placed under
the front and back. He pulled out the one at the back.

Kurt began to pull forward and up. The rope cut deeper into her
wet little pussy and Claire gasped through the candle. But then
she realised what was happening. Slowly the platform and the post
were being tilted backwards. Claire's head and the candle were
tipping back, a centimetre at a time. Kurt must have been good at
those fairground games where fingertip control has to be precise
to score.

As he slowly tilted her back with the crotch rope, he slowly
twisted the headboard once more. Claire tried to push the candle
out of her mouth, but the cords behind her head held it firm. She
tried to struggle against the cords and straps. But they were
tight. Her little body's excitement began to build again. The tip
of Kurts already big prick was shining swollen in the
candlelight. His control was precise. He watched a large drip of
wax fall to the floor before making his final adjustment. A
centimetre more tilt and a huge splash of holt molten wax dropped
directly onto that little, bullet hard nipple. Score! A strangled
noise came from somewhere in Claire's throat, but he was holding
her still and she could barely move a taught little muscle. The
wax dripped more. Hot. Casing her nipple and splattering across
her breast and her pigtail. Tiny adjustments and it soon became
clear Kurt was going for maximum effect. Squeals and gasps are
even more erotic when the victim is gagged by the very cause of
her torture. They became almost continuous as the flow of blue
wax began to encase that barely formed flesh. Controlling her
almost like a kite, Kurt let her tilt forward again whilst he
moved the headboard to the other side of her trapped body. The
trail of wax ran across the floor before the blue cord began to
cut between Claire's sensitive pussy lips once more. Again the
platform tipped back. This time he started from her breastbone
and worked down.

All eyes were fascinated by the scene developing in front of
them.

The room was full of a heady, smoky mixture of musty smells.

The throat screams began again as the hot blue wax droplets found
their mark time after time, hitting the next exposed patch of
naked breast. They grew even louder it took three large drips to
fully encase the nipple. The second camera was close up to
Claire's suffering little face. But it was a real mixture of pain
and pleasure, her eyes staying open and almost still flirting
with her audience as a tiny teardrop formed and took a thin trail
of blue eye make up down her cheek.

Chapter Eleven

Seconds later her eyes seemed ready to pop as the realisation of
Kurt's next intention became clear. He had let her forward again,
pulled the headboard straight and was beginning to lift the
crotch rope. So, so slowly. The camera panned in. The blue cord
was in close up. Her tiny wet pussy lips were held apart. And her
tiny but unmistakeable baby pink clitoris was so erect, just
visible resting on top, trapped and tugged forwards. And the
candle was dripping. And Kurt was lifting and tilting Claire back
for the third time. So, so slowly.

Then he eased her forward again.

There was an audible sigh from the audience. The candle continued
to drip its hot blue bullets.

Again he began the slow tilt. A centimetre at a time.

Again the sheer frustration when he let her slowly escape again.

But then. Somehow they all knew that he wouldn't disappoint them
three times. Even slower than before, they watched Claire's tight
little body tipping back and then heard the scream echo in the
large high ceilinged room. It was a real scream. No gag would
have contained the noise as the drop of boiling wax hit its
target. Followed by another. And another.

Claire's body began to shake again. The drips spattered across
her flat smooth tummy and the screams continued. Kurt continued
to pull. Tony was behind the post. The cameras hydraulics began
to whirr, lifting it above Claire's bondage.

Tony was supporting her shoulders. "Keep your eyes open if you
can."

She could. And did.

They continued to tip her backwards until Tony needed help to
support her. The trail of wax was running up her body now. She
was still screaming, but no one could have interpreted the look
in her eyes as anything other than increasing painful near
ecstacy. Darling little Claire was learning very early about how
close the emotions of pain and pleasure really are.

And still they were tipping her.

The blue trail was leading up between her breasts and hitting her
neck. The contrast of the hardening blue wax across her tanned
nubile body was creating larger than life erotic images on the
screens.

And still they were tipping her.

The screen was completely filled with Claires pretty, screaming,
pouting face as they dropped her gently onto her back on the
floor, thrusting and balanced on the post.

And the wax began to drip down the now vertical candle. As it is
designed to do. Claire's face had become the candlestick and her
mouth the candle holder!

The camera held her framed by the padded headboard as, for a
moment the screams subsided.

Until the now stumpy remains of the candle delivered its first
drips onto its candle stick and into its candle holder. Susan
watched mesmerised. Was she supposed to do something soon?

For some reason Tony felt the need to hold Claire's shoulder
down.

She kept her eyes open. She was being paid to do what Uncle Tony
told her to do.

But she couldn't supress the screams as he held her there whilst
the candle burned, the wax dripping across her lips, down her
chin and building up its layers on her cheeks.

The camera couldn't look away.

The wax began to run in hot little rivulets across the hardening
blue coating on her face.

Towards that pert little nose.

The throat screams intensified as Tony released her shoulders and
held her head. He tipped it back just a little further and aimed
the wax as Kurt had done. It dripped into her right nostril and
began to set there as he tipped her face slightly the other way.

Were those still wide eyes pleading now, or still seducing? It
wouldn't matter much to the viewers by now.

The other nostril began to fill and block and Claire began to
struggle to breathe. She tried to flare her lips round the candle
but the wax was beginning to seal. Her eyes were wider. Tony
tipped her head even further back. The wax ran towards them. As
it hit the eyelid, she closed them tight. Time to stop.

But Tony and Tim knew they had the perverts dream "in the can."

They needed the full mask.

Claire was struggling in earnest now. The wax was sealing her
eyes, her nose her mouth. Her little girl face was a pure blue
mask with a little stumpy yellow flame burning in the middle.

"Time to stop." Susan tried to say. But Dev had his hand in her
knickers, and in his own.

He whispered to her.

"We'll stop now and let Claire breathe again only if you agree to
our plans for part five."

"If you don't agree, we just might have to wait for your little
girl candle to burn right out....."

Chapter Twelve

The lights and the cameras were turning to Susan, now. She could
no longer see Claire's wax encased little body. The drug was
beginning to wear off and she was slowly realising that there was
an urgent decision to make, but she couldn't quite work out what
it was. Dev's fingers continued to work between her legs as Tim
came across to her.

"We have nearly all we want for today. But we thought that you
might need a little persuasion to bring little Claire back for us
next time. We are very happy so far and, of course we will go on
paying very well. Behind me Tony is ready to blow out that wicked
little flame that is burning between her lips. He can unblock her
little nose and mouth in a moment. How much more she has to
endure today is your choice. And you can't see her now, can you.
How long can your lovely little daughter last without breathing,
do you think? And when the flame burns further down, her mouth
will fill with that naughty blue hot wax, won't it? And her
throat...."

Susan tried to struggle from the ropes around her arms and from
Dev's fingers. "All we need you to do is to agree to come back
next Thursday with Claire and two of her little friends. How you
manage it will be down to you, but if you don't nod your head
soon,...who knows..."

Susan nodded frantically. "Magic. But just in case you were
thinking you might say "yes" now and then not deliver, I think
that you should know that we sometimes get involved in the
"snuff" market too. Oddly enough, it was a lovely girl about your
age that featured in my last production. It was called "Terminal
pleasure." Remind me to show you sometime. I loved the final
scene when she was suspended by the ankles beneath the crane, all
tied up and helpless as it lowered her face first into the
swimming pool!"

"Do we have a deal? Good. I can see that we do."

The last comment was made as Susan's body betrayed her and Dev's
fingers succeeded. Amazingly the combination of drug, fear and
concern brought her body to its climax and her orgasmic sounds,
muffled by the ever present gag echoed around the room. When
Susan recovered enough to open her eyes again, she found the
attention was no longer on her.

Claire had been released and she and Tony were peeling the wax
from her face and body. Her skin had been covered in sun tan
lotion before the session, so that the wax came away easily.
Susan didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned when she
realised that Claire was actually giggling.

"That was scary, Uncle Tony. But if this is sex, yippee!"

The drug had obviously worked incredibly well so far. But where
was all this going, she thought, not for the first time.

Then Susan remembered that Tim had said, " We have nearly all we
want for today." Slowly she remembered how this session had
started. She watched as the blue collar and lead were buckled
round Claire's little neck, once more. Shiny silver handcuffs
were put on her wrists behind her back and she was taken back to
where Kurt was sitting, still naked on the canvas chair. This
time she walked over to him, before sinking back to the floor,
kneeling upright before him. Again the cameras and lights closed
in and the screens filled with her pretty little face neck,
shoulders and tiny little breasts.

"Shall I do it now?" She turned to Tony.

"Do you think you can do everything we talked about, Darling?"

"I'll try. But you know I've never done it before."

Kurt's prick seemed to grow an extra inch. His wasn't the only
one in the room!

The shot was set up again exactly where it had been left earlier.
Then this little girls grinning face began to fill the screen.
Her little mouth opened wide and moved towards the waiting,
swollen tip. Kurt stood up. The cameras moved in tight either
side of him. Claire let the tip part her lips even wider and hold
them open, just like a ball gag would have done. Her pretty brown
eyes turned to the camera on the left and held the gaze. Every
man watching would know it was him she was doing this to. Slowly
she leaned forward. She had no control, her hands being behind
her back, but the practice with the banana had paid off. The
camera on the right dropped lower and watched, looking up at the
cock slowly sliding in. Claire had learned to relax her throat in
a way most women would never achieve in their lifetimes. Children
learn quickly and are very willing to accept what they are told!

A centimetre at a time, her child's eyes still seducing the
camera, Claire let the shaft slide in. First into her mouth and
then, the viewers scarcely believing what they were watching,
into her throat. Its progress could clearly be seen as this bulge
began to stretch her throat further and further back. She paused
for a moment, when a tiny cough threatened to ruin the effect,
but the little girl managed to stifle the reflex as she had
learned to do over several days that week, until the shiny,
hairless balls were actually resting against her chin. All in one
continuous invasion!

"Come on, Susan." Dev had been given a job.

He untied her arms, but left the gag in place. She got shakily to
her feet and allowed herself to be led over to where Kurt was
standing. The effects of what she had been given had not
completely worn off, and she found herself almost unable to
resist.

"Kneel down."

Soon it became clear what Susan's role was to be.

"This is where Mummy makes Kurt cum in little daughters throat"

The thought crossed Susan's mind that maybe she had got a bit too
carried away when explaining the pleasures of cock sucking to her
own daughter. But it was too late to do anything about that now.

Claire began to lean slowly back again. The flesh began to
reappear, wet and sticky with Claire's saliva and Kurts pre cum
drips.

Susan reached up between Kurts parted legs. All she could see was
the cheeks of his bottom until she realised that she could also
see the screens off to one side. She saw her own fingers start to
squeeze and tease his shiny red, veined balls. He seemed to grow
even larger. Kurt had needed to lean forwards and Claire had had
to tip her head back to make the alignment into her throat
possible. Now his prick was too high for her little mouth until
Susan found herself somehow compelled to take the shaft and aim
it ready again. Claire kneeled taller. Again, a centimetre at a
time the cock began to disappear. This time fed slowly in by her
own Mummy! Susan was now kneeling up herself, her head turned to
one side resting against Kurt's back. Both her hands were now
reaching up to his prick and balls and it was almost as if she
was watching someone else on the screen. Helping a man fuck her
own daughters little face. Should she be enjoying this?

There was no way Kurt was going to last long. Sandwiched as he
was between Mother and handcuffed Daughter. Claire was moving
faster now. Bananas weren't quite as hard as this, but her eyes
still suggested she was "on a mission."

As the dripping prick reappeared, Susan found herself starting to
wank him in an almost instinctive way. As it disappeared into the
tight, warm wetness her other hand began to squeeze those
hardening balls. The rythm got faster. Sliding in..... then
sliding out again.

The timing was perfect. All three sensed the moment. At its
deepest, the final swelling in Claire's throat was clearly
visible for everyone to watch on the screens. Susan squeezed.

A strangled "Yessss" came from Kurt.

Claire's lips parted, as if she needed to breathe around the
mouth filling flesh. It only served to increase the erotic effect
as her eyes showed a sudden change from, "In control," to, "Can I
cope.

The throat camera watched as the rythmic spasms started.

Kurt began to pull back. The tip appeared, sperm spurting from
the tip.

And Claire, lovely, "magic" nearly eleven year old nubile little
Claire, kept her eyes and her mouth wide as the camera explored
the white frothy juice inside, trailing back to the tip still
being "milked" by her very own Mummy!

The applause was loud and spontaneous from the men in the room.
Claire was learning fast how to 'pay the rent."

But how high would the price be next time?

Chapter Fourteen

Susan felt that now familiar mixture of guilt and excitement as
she and Claire went into her bedroom to carry out Tony's
directions. Claire was finding all this a great new exciting
adventure. Susan seemed to be in a constant state of arousal
despite her misgivings. But there now seemed no choice but to go
along with the plan.

Susan had laid out the toys Tony had left with her on a round
silver tray, together with a large pot of cream. A big towel was
on the bed and Claire looked questioningly at her Mummy.

"Uncle Tony asked if I could get you used to these. It seems they
have plans for your next film session. Are you sure you are still
ok with all this?"

Susan's concerns were threatening to overwhelm her.

"I got very scared with the wax last time and I didn't know where
you were. But it was very exciting. Can you stay near me next
time and talk to me. Then I'll know it's alright. I trust Uncle
Tony to look after me, but I'd rather have you. What are they
going to film this week?"

"I'm not really sure," Susan lied. "But I'll tell you what Uncle
Tony asked us to do." At this stage, Susan had no idea how she
was going to get Christopher and Sasha to the studio in three
days time, but there had to be a way.

"You remember what you learned with the banana?"

"My throat still feels very strange sometimes. It seems so much
easier when I swallow my food at meal times. Sasha said she had
never seen me eat so much so fast when we were at McDonalds
yesterday, and I very nearly told her. But then I thought I'd
better not. So I told her I was learning to be a sword swallower
instead, and she thought I was joking. I was, really, but you
would have known what sort of sword I meant," Claire giggled.

"Do I have to learn to swallow something else."

"We'll come to that. Do you remember when we lay in bed that
first time and played with each other?"

Claire blushed.

"And you remember how we gradually overcame your reflexes with
the banana?" "Yesss?" Claire was puzzled now.

"Well, you know how proper sex works. I explained to you about
the boys penis going into your vagina?"

"Yesss?"

"Well some boys like to put it in your bottom too."

"That's not fair. They seem to have all the choices. Do girls
just have to let them?" She thought for a moment.

"Do they put it in anywhere else?" She seemed to be thinking what
other places there might be.

"Lets talk about your mouth, your pussy and your bottom first,
shall we?" Claire looked at the things on the tray.

"Uhh, huh. I think I can guess what's coming."

"Uncle Tony wants us to do with your pussy and your bottom what
we did with your throat. What do you think?"

Susan was beginning to get damp as she thought about what was
about to happen. She dearly loved Claire and the thought of
playing with her little smooth nubile body for the next hour or
so was very exciting.

Claire said nothing. She stood up and unbuttoned her shorts and
top. Her little training bra fell to the floor and she wriggled
out of her little cotton panties and pushed her trainers off
without even pausing to unlace them. Completely naked, she threw
herself onto the towel, threw her arms and legs open and looked
at her Mummy.

"I take it that means your going to let me try, then."

Susan opened the cream bottle and splashed some into her hands.
The baby lotion had always felt sensuous to her.

"I love you very much."

"I love you too Mummy." Suddenly the giggles and embarrassment
was gone.

Susan sat on the side of the bed and leaned forward. Her open
palms, coated with the cream, rested on the front of Claire's
shoulders. She leaned forwards and kissed Claire on the lips. The
kiss was just a little longer than any of their previous kisses
had been. The Mother and daughter relationship was becoming
rather more than just that.

Susan lifted her face back and looked at Claire. Whatever tension
there had been in the little body seemed to relax and she sank
imperceptibly into the luxurious white bath towel.

Susan's hands slid gently down the front of Claire's body to her
puffy little nipples. Her breasts were barely formed yet, but
Susan felt a softness there as her fingers began to massage the
cream into them. She couldn't believe how much running her
fingers over her own daughters little body was turning her on. Or
perhaps she could. She had fantasised about this moment before.

She took some more of the cream and rubbed it into the flat
little tummy. Claire's skin was taking on a slippery quality in
the soft bedroom light, and her whole body was beginning to
shine. She stretched her arms right up above her head and held on
to the rail.

"Tie me up, Mummy," she whispered.

Susan went to her wardrobe and came back with two of her own old
school ties. She had never quite brought herself to throw them
away for some reason. Was this the reason?

She wrapped them around Claire's thin little wrists and tied them
to the white painted bottom rail of the headboard.

She filled her hands with more cream and let her hands massage it
into Claire's thighs and all the way down her lithe little legs
until her whole body was slippery with the cream. Then she helped
Claire move her feet closer to her bottom, bringing her knees up
and outward. Her cream soaked hand worked along the inside of
Claire's thigh until it came to the hairless little pussy. Her
oily fingers played with the little puffy lips until they began
to open. The deep pinkness inside seemed so pure and perfect.

"Are you sure?" Susan whispered.

Claire nodded.

There was a moment when their eyes met and held contact. A voice
Susan had never quite heard before whispered simply.

"Yes please."

Susan's index finger teased the little slit open and slowly
invaded the virgin little opening. She had expected some
resistance but there was none. She thought for a moment about the
games Claire, Sasha and Christopher had been playing, but decided
not to ask.

The finger was held in the wetness. A mix of Claire's juices
which had continued to secrete freely since the drugs, and the
baby cream, created a suction, the so soft flesh inside her
generating even more wetness and feelings of love within Susan
herself.

Claire's eyes were closed now, as she lay stretched and wide open
to receive her Mummy's second finger. The natural stretch in the
growing child's flesh soon let in the third, but no more. Susan
could see the little baby clitoris peeping and the temptation to
lean over and lick it became intense. But she resisted. This
might be a learning experience for her daughter, but it was no
less so for Susan.

She remembered what Tony had said. She reached over for the
little rubber ball with the tube and pump ball attached. Feeling
the fingers sliding out, Claire opened her eyes to watch.

"It pumps up inside you to stretch. Do you want to try?"

Claire nodded.

The cream on her hand and Claire's body was soon all over the
rubber ball. Susan closed the little orange plastic valve on the
pump and began to squeeze. They both watched as the rubber ball
began to grow. She squeezed ten times. The ball was now about 10
cms across, shiny and black. She opened the valve and it deflated
back to its original size.

Claire had a look of frowning concentration on her cute little
face as her Mummy pushed the ball into her tight little wet
pussy. She squeezed twice and Claire's, "Oooh," was so
spontaneous, they both burst out laughing.

Susan was unable to resist using her other hand to gently massage
Claire's budding little breasts and nipples as she squeezed the
ball again. Twice more. Claire's vulva was being opened like a
little flower turning from a bud into a tulip and the black
rubber balloon could be seen on the end of its tube, stretching
the little pussy walls. Susan opened the valve and it
disappeared.

Next time it was seven pumps.

"Hey. I feel full."

Then nine. Had Susan been reading about this or watching it on
one of Tony's videos, her fingers would have been out of control
between her legs by now. As it was, she wasn't quite at the point
where she could bring herself to masturbate in front of her own
helpless little daughter. It somehow seemed too selfish. But it
was a close call.

Again the ball deflated and the little flower shrank back into
its closed petals.

Susan gently pulled it out and slid her fingers gently inside.
Four.

She had played with herself. Her boyfriends and her ex husband
had played with her. She had had Claire. But even so, it took a
great deal of pressure to stretch her own pussy to take four
fingers. And here was Claire, not quite eleven yet, already
stretched enough to take four fingers. But she was so tiny. A
growing body was obviously more elastic than she had realised.
She played some more. Her own clitoris was beginning to feel rock
hard with the sheer pleasure of playing with Claire's creamy
little body tied to the bed, when she remembered there was more
to be done. She slid the deflated ball back inside and left it
there.

"Have you been to the toilet lately?"

"I went just before we came in here."

"Just a wee?"

Some things had not yet progressed beyond baby talk. Claire
obviously thought otherwise.

"I had a shit, if that's what you mean. Are you going to do that
to my bottom, too?" There was nothing to say, really.

Without being untied, Claire had to cross her arms as she turned
over onto her tummy. She pulled her knees up and apart and thrust
her bottom into the air, her little anus puckered and dark, as if
waiting for its turn. Both creamed hands massaged those cute
little bottom cheeks before Susan's left thumb moved its way
between them. By now it was so slippery there was almost no
resistance and it sank in all the way. Susan was ready for the
"Ooh" this time.

She held the cheeks apart and the two thumbs came together. She
pulled the first out again and then with them nail to nail, she
pushed.

This time the resistance was greater.

"Aaagh"

But she didn't release the pressure.

Inexorably the walls of the little anus began to stretch and
allow the intrusion. Little by little the thumbs began to
disappear inside. When they were all the way in, it was a perfect
arrangement for Susan to begin to carefully stretch and play.
Soon the opening was enough for the thumbs to slide in and out
freely until Susan reached across for a realistic looking pink
rubber dildo. She covered it with cream and pushed. Her other
hand, open palm upwards reached for the ball's little pump
between Claire's legs and trapped it under the flatness of her
stomach inside her open palm..

No longer fully in control of her feelings, Susan caught herself
thinking, "I am fucking my daughter's bottom," before the reality
took over from the words once more. The pink rubber was doing
just that, though. Sliding in and out, covered in the white sperm
like cream, with Susan squeezing Claire up to meet its entry.
Each squeeze was pumping up the black rubber ball, deep inside
Claire's pussy. Claire was moaning quietly. The rhythm was
getting faster. The hand underneath began to find its own way
back towards those little pouting open pink lips, leaving the
pump to remain trapped between pelvic bone and bed. Susan's
finger found its target and began to tease. The realistic dildo
began to take on a life of its own, getting faster and coming all
the way out, leaving a wide open dark hole ready for it to
re-enter. Each time it closed less, and each time Susan saw the
cream dribbling around it taking on the appearance of recently
ejaculated sperm. Her finger got faster and her own clitoris
tingled and dripped more demandingly, but there were no fingers
left to rub it. Or were there?

Almost desperately, she pushed the rubber prick deep, pushing
Claire down against the towel. She left it there to reach up and
untie Claire's wrists. She almost had to lie on top of her little
daughter's naked body to reach, and Claire's knees gave way as
they slid down the bed, trapping her Mummy's hand beneath her.
And pumping for the tenth time!

Undoing knots in ties one handed was always going to be a
struggle, but the sexual urgency wouldn't allow failure and the
ties gave up their captive.

Claire uncrossed her arms and winced silently at the cramp. But
by now the newly discovered unbelievable feeling of orgasm was
building up in Claire's little body, too. Susan took Claire's
hand and moved herself up the bed so that she could release the
waistband of her jeans, slide the zip down and ease Claire's
fingers inside. The position they were in would have been
uncomfortable were it not for the human body's ability to ignore
practical considerations as orgasm approaches.

Normally almost impossible to achieve by adults without
considerable planning, timing and concentration, Mummy and
daughter found themselves both approaching the inevitable
simultaneously. Susan's fingers rubbed. Her other hand returned
to the pink rubber and the rhythm resumed. Claire's inexperienced
little fingers knew what to do. Although far less skilled in
sensing what the right speed and pressure was, Susan had got to
the point where it didn't matter. Hands and fingers got faster.
They both felt the tingles growing and growing until both came to
the point where their bodies were screaming for release. One more
touch…one more thrust, one last flick….

"What's the matter? Do you need us to go and get help?"

Mother and daughter flew apart. But it was too late. They were
both beyond the point of no return. Without each others fingers
to provide the friction, their own hands flew to provide the
final rub. As Claire had twisted over on the bed, her weight had
driven the rubber prick deep inside and brought her vulva to
maximum stretch.

Sasha and Christopher stood incredulous in the doorway watching
the orgasms course through both female bodies.

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.

Chapter Eighteen

The other lights in the room dimmed as a bright spotlight made
Claire's stretched little body shine. The oil and the sweat
glistened as her muscles tried to fight the tension Tony had
created. Only she knew that he had pumped up the dildos in her
little pussy and bottom so that they were trapped inside her, the
tight rings of her own vulva and bottom now at the absolute limit
of their elasticity. And it would not be enough to let the
engorged rubber to slide out until they had been deflated again.
The hard wooden edge of the horse split her pussy and the tension
in her stretched wide open legs was matched only by that in her
her arms. Her body was held in a beautiful taught cross, her
little breasts and nipples, still encased in their little
transparent suckers, almost flat. Her eyes were still open, but
the sweat from her brow was beginning to dampen her hair and
little rivulets were running down her face onto the gag. The next
lucky winner stepped up onto one of the platforms. He took the
plastc cup on her right breast and pulled it away from her body.
Claire began to whimper as her breast and nipple seemed to be
being pulled from her chest. Then the vacuum lost its seal. Her
nipple and the area around it where it had been sucked into the
cup were engorged and erect, dark red as the blood began to
curculate again. She wimpered more as he pulled the left one off.
It proved harder and the camera went into real closeup to watch
the lovely eleven year old nipple burst back into sight, her
chest visibly rising and falling as she began to pant with the
sensation. The man had a short silver chain with two metal clips
at the end. The camera saw the little metal teeth as he opened
one and released it slowly onto Claire's right nipple. A
strangled scream was followed by another as the other clip was
applied. Claire's body was sweating freely now and Tony nodded to
Susan. At the end of her chain, Susan climbed onto the rostrum
and used a cool damp cloth that Tony had handed to her.

"Don't worry, darling. It won't be for long." She wiped some of
the sweat away, but the bubbly seductive Claire was obviously
suffering more now.

"It's paying the Rent, she thought."

The man tied a cord to the centre of the chain and stood back.
Gradually he pulled, increasing the strain. Claire was firmly
tied and impaled, her body could go nowhere. Only her nipples
could stretch. And they did. The camera watched her little
breasts "grow" as the chain and the viscious clips pulled her
tender nipples.

Then the whip landed. Claire screwed up her eyes. But Susan had
been put back on the short chain.

The thin whip landed across Claire's breasts, above the chain,
leaving an instant white mark in the damp pink flesh. The man on
the platform was an expert. His friend pulled the cord and chain
downward and another thwack cut directly across the trace of the
first. Then he held the cord high and the thin leather bit into
the swelling flesh beneath the nipples. Susan watched helplessly.
Claire's cries were getting louder through the cloth gag. Tony
climbed up and removed it.

"No This hurts too much Aaaagh."

Tony's perverted mind had realised that clear, unmuffled screams
from the tortured little girl were going to turn on the viewers
more than if they were suppressed. As he got down Tony whispered
to Susan, "I won't let it go too far."

But the whip continued to bite. The marks, at first white, then
turning red began to criss cross above and below the silver
chain. Claire's screams were getting louder. Her little body was
glistening with the sweat when the cord was pulled with a jerk.
The clips bit into hertortured little nipples before springing
off. Tears began to trickle from Claire's blinking eyes.

"Please stop. Aaagh. Please."

But her little budding breasts were naked and exposed now. The
target was too good to resist. But not yet.

Tony pressed the control and the spreader bar holding her arms
above her head began to lower. It dropped behind her body onto
the seat of the horse and took Claire's arms with it behind her
back. At first it seemed to relieve the tension in her body, but
Susan watched in horror as she realised that the effect was to
tilt Claire's body slightly backwards, her breasts and nipples
just pouting out and up further ready for the whip. And there was
nothing supporting her in place any more. Apart from the rubber
swellings inside her.

Another man from the audience came forward. It was Susan's boss
from the bank. He took a tube of gel and squeezed it onto his
hands. His eyes met Susan's and held them as if to say, "I'm
doing this to your daughter," as he spread the oil across her
breasts and back and arms and thighs. Susan looked at him put a
blob onto his index finger. He held her eyes as the finger snaked
its way between Claire's legs as the camera followed. Despite the
tingling pain in her whipped breasts, the finger teasing her
clitoris began to have an effect on Claire. Her breath began to
get faster.

The final section of this scene was being set up around her and
Susan had been so concentrating on her little daughter and her
boss that she hadn't noticed. Sasha and Christopher had been
brough back to be chained to the rings. Both looked hot and
sweaty and there were tell tale wet marks on the leather of their
costumes. Sasha was lifted onto the platform next to Susan's
naked boss. Her lithe, nubile tall body knelt behind him and the
long slim fingers of both hands reached between his legs for his
prick and balls. Christopher was placed in an identical position
grasping the boy with the whip. Susan jumped as her own breasts
felt two soft sensitive hands encase them, before one hand slid
down between her own legs. It was Dev. The scene was almost set.

Chapter Nineteen

Susan remembered suddenly what the title of this video was to be.
"Torturing Mummy's little Girl." There was going to be just one
more detail to give meaning to that title.

Tony nodded to Tim. Susan had always sensed that Tim was the real
sadist in all this, but she thought that even he had his limits.
They would obviously allow him to go further than she thought.

Tim climbed up next to the boy with the whip. He put his arm
round Claire and suddenly forced a large, springy yellow foam
ball into her mouth. It stretched her lips beautifully and was
just too big for her to push out again. He put his hand over her
mouth as well, though as the audience all noticed what the camera
had only just revealed in his left hand. A shny round golden
drawing pin or thumb tack that can be used for pinning notices to
cork boards. Only that wasn't what Tim was planning to use it
for.

Deftly, almost as if he had done it before, the camera closed in
on Tim's fingers as they found the tiny labia resting against the
edge of the wooden ridge. He held his hand tight over Claire's
mouth as the tiny point touched the litlle damp flap of flesh.
And he pushed. The flat of his thumb covered the head of the pin,
but the camera had found a way to focus on that sharp shiny shaft
as the pressure increased. "Nnoooooo." Clair was screaming
continuously into the foam and palm of Tim's hand but he went on
pressing. A tiny drip of blood showed the point was penetrating.
Gradually, slowly, for maximum effect, the pin slid through the
skin and into the wood. Claire was being nailed to the horse for
the climax of this scene. Before long, the large flat head of the
pin was flat against her labia. The six or seven millimetres of
the shaft were hard into the wood. Tony handed Tim another one.

There was a shocked, expectent, excited silence in the studio
until Claire's scream began again, the second pin entering the
other pussy lip. The noise from Claire's throat took on a deeper
tone and her little body was pouring with sweat, but Tim didn't
let go until both pins were firmly home. Claire's eyes had been
screwed up with the signal to her Mummy, but Susan had been
powerless to help.

Now her little girl was pinned and impaled on the horse as Tim
stepped away leaving the way clear for the whip to crash across
those tiny budding breasts that had been made so sensitive
already, just minutes before.

Now all that was left was to time it right. Susan realised that
Dev was going to masturbate her whilst she watched her little
girl being tortured. And Sasha was going to be wanking her boss
whilst he played with Claire's little clitoris between those
pinned lips.

And Christopher was going to be expected to make the boy with the
whip come whilst he was bring the leather strands down hard
across Claire's body. Would he lose control when he came close to
his climax?

The video was rolling.

There was a struggle going on in Claire's mind. The drug was
making her body damp and excited. The pain was only serving to
increase the sensations. The pins were hurting like hell but
oddly erotic. The swollen dildos inside her were applying a
pressure to her newly enlarged openings that was making it feel
as though all the nerves in her body were down there. Until the
whip and the finger set to work again. Sasha looked shocked as
the leather began to bite inter her friends little breasts. But
she was beginning to play with the man's balls and prick as she
had been told to. She must be doing it right because already he
was beginning to drip onto the palm of her hand.

Claire's breathing was getting faster as she bit into the yellow
foam ball as the lashes landed on her front.

So was the boy's who was doing the whipping. Christopher had been
wanking himself for some months now, so he knew how to do it. His
fingers were rubbing the boys sharft lightly. The tell tale
glistenings of pre-cum drips were showing up on that screen too.

The still camera man was flashing almost continuously.

Dev squeezed Susan's left breast and toyed with her erect nipple
as his other hand teased her hardening clitoris. She could see
his penis was growing hard now, too. She glanced around. No
wonder the musky smell had been filling the room. Already naked,
the entire audience was either masturbating or being wanked. But
Claire. Her little daughter Claire was the focus.

And her fear was not without foundation. Christopher was
obviously good at his job. The man was getting close and the whip
was getting faster and harder. Red lines were now criss crossing
Claire's chest and her breathing was punctuated by a series of
gasps through the foam runner ball.

But Sasha won. Her innocent little face filled the screen before
the camera panned down to show Susan's boss squirting his semen
into the palm of her hand. Lots of it.

Just as his fingers and the whip had taken Claire over the edge,
her body shaking uncontrollably and her screams filling the room
as she finally succeeded in forcing the ball from her lips. The
scream was the trigger for most of the others. As it echoed
around the studio, sperm flew. The man with the whip dropped it
as Christopher inadvertantly squeezed his balls with his fingers
and rewarded him with a huge handfull of white stickiness.

And Susan thought, "I have just watched my little girl pinned,
impaled, whipped and wanked in front of me." And she gave in to
Dev's gentle fingers at the thought.

Chapter Twenty

So how was it she had been stupid enough to think that that would
be all they wanted? And how had she come to agree to this? The
promise of five years rent paid?

Susan was naked. She had been spreadeagled on her back and tied
tightly to four rings on the studio floor. Claire, her lovely,
sexy, beautiful Claire was lying in the same position face up on
top of her.

Cushions had been placed under their heads so that Claire was
lying with her head on her Mother's left shoulder, their faces
almost side by side.

Claire wasn't tied to the floor, though. She was tied to her
Mummy.

Their wrists were tied together, their elbows, their waists and
their thighs and ankles. Claire was smaller than her Mummy, of
course, but they fitted very neatly together.

Tony had used the bright red cord. It contrasted very nicely with
their bodies. The audience was ready, the cameras and lights were
set and this time, everyone knew what was coming.

Chapter Twenty One

Claire's naked little body, tied to her Mummy began to glisten
with sweat as the full studio lights were turned on once more.
Her little pussy lips stung just a little from where Tim had
pinned her to the wooden horse, but otherwise the whip marks and
nipple suction had left nothing at all as witness to her earlier
torture.

But this was different.

There were twenty men in the room, Sasha and Christopher and all
knew what was expected of them.

"We will be able to make our fortune from this one," Tim had
confided in Tony earlier.

Tim dribbled some body lotion from a pink bottle onto Claire's
chest and Sasha, still wearing the leather bondage straps, knelt
down next to the helpless Mother and daughter.

"We didn't think our games would lead to this, did we?" she
whispered, just a bit embarrassed by what she had to do almost
naked in front of all these men.

She placed her hands on Claire's little breasts and began to
lightly spread and massage the oil into her already damp skin,
rubbing lightly into the flesh of her chest, her tummy and her
wide open legs. Her fingers strayed close to Claire's little
pussy and Susan felt a little jump of surprise as Sasha ran her
finger over the little budding clitoris.

As Sasha moved away a gain the video screens were full of
Claire's glistening young body lying helpless on top of her Mum.

Then Christoher came forward. Tony handed him the bottle of oil.

Christopher was having a good time. When he arrived he had been
the most apprehensive, but what twelve year old boy would not
enjoy opportunities to wank and be wanked? As the time had passed
he was becoming more and more excited by the world he had been
brought into.

His role was to spread the oil of Susan's supporting body. She
was far more embarrassed about it than he was and the camera
watched fascinated as his fingers played with her nipples and
breasts, teasing them out from beneath Claire's back so that his
fingers could explore. After all, it was his best friend's Mum he
was being asked to grope.

Susan began to squirm as he reached over between Claire's legs to
rub the oil into the inside of Susan's thighs. It wasn't long
before he too had found an already damp and opening pussy for his
fingers to explore. And he soon found a big pink clitoris pushing
out from under its little hood for his finger full of oil to
gently rub.

Before long the two bodies were shining, little droplets of sweat
under the heat of the lights mixing with the oiliness of the body
cream.

Then the first group of men gathered around. The camera on their
motorised hydraulic platforms went up high to look down at the
bodies strapped to the floor in the middle of the circle. Tony
pressed a button on the console.

What neither Claire nor Susan had noticed was that the rings they
were tied to actually surrounded a section of floor that could be
raised or lowered. Fifteen centimetres was all it took. As Susan
felt her back lifted, her arms and legs, with Claires firmly
lashed to them remained pulled down to the rings. Their bodies
and heads were supported by the raised box which stopped just at
the base of Susan's spine. Their legs were left splayed and open
and Claire's little torso was thrusting up towards the camera,
and the men.

All were naked.

All were hard.

Some were very hard.

Some were very big.

They all began to feel the two exposed bodies. Neither were
gagged, but there didn't seem anything appropriate to say.
Fingers began to pinch nipples, tug at pussy lips and explore.
Soon eight pairs of hands were filling the screens and the girl's
breathing was getting noticably faster.

Susan felt hands on her neck. Smooth gentle hands, sliding
through the oil, fingers playing wither her ears, straying to the
corners of her mouth. She looked up into Dev's eyes.

Most of the others were concentrating on littl Claire.

A small pink rubber dildo and a slightly larger black one
apppeared. Susan felt Claire's body tense a little on top of her.

"Its alright," she whispered reassuringly. "Remember when we
practised?"

A screen had been turned so that Susan and Claire could also see
what the cameras were tracking. The pink tip began to tease its
way into the little pussy. Centimetre by centimetre opening and
enlarging.

Then the black one found Susan's. She felt Claire's legs, tied to
hers, struggling a little to make the intrusion easier. Soon both
were in deep.

Then a slighly larger one. The little one was slid out, dripping
already from the inside of Claire's vagina. The black one
re-appeared and moved up. It stretched Claire a little more but
not as much as the new blue one was doing to Susan. The men doing
the pushing began to use the newly found wetness to allow them to
slide in and out a few times, slowly. Almost as if they were
trying to enlarge the openings they were exploring. Which of
course, they were.

The green one looked strange. Susan thought, "That really is the
wrong colour for a dildo," as she felt Claire's body tense once
more. Her little nearly-eleven-year- old pussy was having its
elasticity tested again, as the big blue prick began to fuck her.

And still there were more. Until the rubber penises were pulled
all the way out between strokes leaving holes that were now
gaping and beautiful in their bright pink wetness.

Then the moment Susan knew was inevitable. The moment she knew
would excite her, scare her and concern her most. At least she
was there to re-assure. She couldn't have been closer. She could
feel the sweat from Claire's body mingling with her own. And the
wetness from Claire's pussy dripping down to her own labia.

"I love you darling," she whispered.

"Its alright, Mummy. I wan't to know what a real one feels like."

And then it was happening. The men sttod round in a circle, hands
busy with balls and cocks. Except for two. Kurt and Dev.

Susan had wondered who it would be. Now she wondered which it
would be.

Kurt stood at the bottom of the box.

The camera showed a prick, hard and the same size as the blue
dildo had been, but pink and red and with the skin stretching
back from the engorged head, which already had a little shiny
drip at its tip. His balls hung hot and low beneath his erection.
He touched it to Claire's pussy and teased it so that the little
tiny lips parted either side.

Susan couldn't watch. she closed her eyes. But then she had to.
It was too exciting and too fascinating to resist. She was going
to be supporting her daughter in her forst fuck in a way that
Mother's definitely shouldn't.

But then it was too late. It has happening and she couldn't do
anything to stop it.

Kurt began to push forward. The tip slipped inside. The
preparation had worked well. Susan's little baby daughter was
about to be fucked. With an audience!

The shaft was disappearing fast now. Claire jerked and audibly
winced as it reached the limit. Kurt sensed it too and began to
slide out again. His prick was dripping wet. "Did
eleven-year-olds normally drip so much," Susan thought.

Hands were wanking faster now, all around them. Kurt's movements
were speeding up. Susan felt the ropes tug each time he thrust
and she could feel and hear Claire beginning to pant.

She took her eyes off the video monitor. Dev was standing close
behind Kurt. Very close behind Kurt. He was not so tall and his
shorther legs accounted for their difference in height.

Susan felt something touch her own pussy lips. She already knew
that Dev's penis was longer than average and she realised that he
was pushing it slowly and inexorably into her own vagina.

The camera looked down from above and changed its angle slightly.
Two thrusting pricks. Two open pussys. Slowly but rythmically
being invaded together.
Formation fucking.

Susan thought, "I hope Dev has bi-sexual tendencies. He won't
enjoy this very much if he doesn't like thrusting up against
men's bottoms." Then she realised what a strange thought that was
to have, just before her body began to dictate its own thoughts
to concern her.

Kurt had little to do. Everytime Dev thrust he was forced to too.
And Dev really liked Susan.

And the other men's hands were getting faster. And some were
getting closer. Claire was panting and moaning more now. Susan
suddenly realised that her own voice was adding to the men's
excitement as she felt herself and her little daughter being
fucked faster.

Then Tony intervened.

He didn't stop anyone doing what they were doing, though. He had
just remembers the ring gags. Susan felt her head being held as
he pushed the ring into her lips and strapped it in place. It
took only seconds for Claire's face to be distorted by her mouth
being trapped wide open in the same way.

A room full of fucking and wanking men and a mother and young,
helpless, naked, nubile little daughter with their pussies and
mouths wide open.

"If you run out of film now, I'll personally castrate you,"
muttered an unheared Tim at the back of the group.

Chapter Twenty two

Whatever had been planned for the second group in the audience
was going to be forgotten as they had all decided they were not
going to be able to wait. Two men fucking and eighteen men
wanking generates a strangely erotic musky, sweaty but not
unpleasant atmosphere. And that was what was happening. All over
a little girl and her Mum.

Claire and Susan's eyes were wide open. All they could see were
flying fingers, waving huge erect cocks. All the could feel was
their pussy's being fucked, faster and faster. Who would be
first.

A hand reached down for Claire's chin and tilted her head to one
side. the camera zoomed in close. Susan couldn't look away. The
first spurt splashed onto Claire's top lip, trailing over her
open mouth, held wide by the ring. Just as Susan was watching the
second going straight into the silver "O," she felt the cock in
her pussy start to ejaculate. her vagina was being flooded by
Dev's seed as she felt the power of his thrust deliver it deep
inside her. Then she felt that familiar tingle building up just
as an even more familiar taste erupted in her own mouth. A prich
had been placed right up against her lips. Not a drop from this
one was going anywhere but in her mouth. She felt it splashing
over her tongue and into her throat.

Some of the men had remebered the wax effect from the earlier
session. Poor Claire was struggling with her first sexual
experience and with her breathing. More of the men were here for
her youth. An it was her they were aiming at. Her breasts, her
mouth, her neck, her pretty little nose. Some men are turned on
by sperm splashing into eyes. And there were twenty men. Some can
come twice, given the right level of excitement. And it didn't
come much more exciting than this.

Claire's Mummy was only supporting her now in the purely physical
sense. They were both fighting off orgasms. But the fucking and
spunking wasn't over yet. As soon as one man moved away, his
place was taken by another and the yellowy white puddles were
growing larger, although a surprising amound seemed to be
disappearing into Claire's little throat.

When Susan could hold off no longer, she felt dev finally pulling
back. She felt a real surge of frustration. She had been on the
verge and now there was nothing. Except Dev was more sensitive
than to leave a lady at a crucial moment. She felt a tongue begin
to curl round her dripping clitoris. It was all she needed. Her
body tensed, inadvertantly thrusting Claire's little open mouth
up to meet a cock on its way into the ring. And she came. And so
did Claire. And so did three more men.

Two beautiful sperm, oil and sweat soaked bodies shook with the
power of their orgasms.

The men began to move away. The lights dimmed slightly.

The girls opened their eyes through the stickiness.

"Was that nice, Mrs Harper?"

The tongue that had brought Susan to her climax had been little
Christopher's. Dev had given him the ultimate treat.

Chapter Twenty Three

American's have a saying. What goes round, comes round.

Perhaps that's how Tim came to be in this predicament.

What had happened to Claire, Sasha, Christopher and Susan since
the film had all been good. Money does make a difference, despite
what people try to tell you. But in the back of Claire's mind for
months afterwards was this wicked little thought that, if
receiving torture could give you such huge orgasms, what would
inflicting it do to you?

It was pure chance that she had seen Tim parking at the motel
that night. It had given her plenty of time to find Sasha and
Christopher and make plans. Susan's friend Mike on the front desk
had accidentally on purpose left a key to Tim's room on the hook
where it could be clearly seen and easily borrowed. An ear to the
door had confirmed that Tim was fast asleep and they had let
themselves silently in, just before midnight.

Tim was a heavy sleeper and slept nude. But even they had been
surprised that he hadn't woken up as they slid the covers off and
tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

It was ironic really, that it had been Uncle Tony that had taken
Claire fishing a couple of times. The scarfe she had worn on that
crisp Spring morning was now firmly knotted into Tim's mouth and
proved to be a very effective gag. Claire had still been
concerned that he would wake the people in the next room, though,
as she had tied the first barbed fishing hook to the end of a
line and pushed it through his left nipple. The right nipple had
proved very tough, and sharp though it was, it had taken a couple
of attempts to get the solid flesh to succumb to the barbed point
going through.

"Its only fair that you should know what being tortured actually
feels like, isn't it, sir?" she curtsied mockingly as Sasha took
the tip of his foreskin between finger and thumb, stretched it
and held it for Claire to begin to push the third fish hook and
line through......

Claire felt Christophers hands, sneaking their way into her
panties....yet again.....