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.