Chapter Ten

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 Eleven

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 Twelve

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....."