Chapter Eight

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 Nine

"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.