Chapter 1

A blow job in the kitchen during the quiet afternoon period was enough to persuade Chef to give Emma the time off work she wanted. He'd done this despite the fact that Friday to Monday was his busiest period and Emma was his top waitress. People came to his restaurant as much to see her as to enjoy the cuisine. He knew this, so keeping her happy, and working for him rather than one of the other restaurants in town was important. But the blow job helped. That was the other thing he loved about Emma, she was wild and free and wicked and unpredictable. How many pretty young girls would just drop to their knees in front of their boss and give him a blow job as casualy as if they were shining his shoes?

As soon as he'd come she'd zipped him up, licked her lips and rushed out of the restaurant after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and whispering, "Thanks," in his ear. He shook his head and smiled as he thought of the irony of her thanking him! Surely it should be him thanking her.

Still shaking his head he picked up the phone and rang his wife, Violet. Of course, there was an argument. Violet didn't like Emma, probably because she was slim, pretty and sexy, and she knew that her husband fancied her, just like all the other stupid men who still thought that they were ten years younger. Why should she have to start ringing round at the last minute to find someone to fill in for the bloody girl? Why couldn't her stupid husband tell Emma that she couldn't have the time off work? Why did he give in so easily to her and at the last minute as well?

As soon as his wife had relented, chef replaced the handset in the cradle on the wall and returned to his marinade. Emma had been invited on a weekend away by the new man in her life, the mysterious Mister Fix-it. His real name was Simon something or other, and, according to Emma he was loaded. She called him Mister Fix-it because when she had asked him what he did for a living he had mysteriously evaded the subject and told her that he just fixed things for people, important people. And for these important people he arranged things and made things happen.

Chef drooled as he pondered what this Mister Fix-it might have fixed for her and he couldn't wait to see her again after she'd indulged, so to speak, in the fix.

Chef knew quite a bit about their relationship because Emma chatted about the new man in her life all the time, ever since they'd met a few months ago. What he didn't know he discovered by reading the text messages on her mobile phone that she left in the kitchen while she was serving. So he knew all about the child sex fantasies they shared and had hardly been able to contain himself when he discovered they included bondage and even torture! How delicious, he had thought.

Such a young and pretty girl, it was hard to imagine that she could be into such things, but juging from some of her replies, she was very into it. Chef's heart raced as he imagined what it was she was rushing off for. She had told him that Simon had a surprise for her and he wanted to pick her up that evening and fly her to one of his houses on a remote Scottish island for the weekend. Chef licked his lips as he wondered what this surprise might be and he felt himself stiffening as he imagined what his chances might be of this Mister Fix-it fixing something for him too. All he'd want to do is watch. Watch Emma, that is, enjoying whatever it was that the mysterious Mister Fix-it had fixed for her.

And he didn't have to stretch his imagination too far. One of her text messages had read: "God yes!!! I really soooo want to do it for real. Can you really fix it??????

Chapter 2

Emma could hardly get the key in the door to her little flat her hands were shaking that much. It was a combination of excitement, astonishment, shock, disbelief and even fear. Surely Simon was kidding her! She couldn't believe that a man of his intelligence and obvious wealth would risk everything just for a thrill.

She leaned backwards against the door, closing it and fumbled to get her mobile phone out of her pocket. She was still wearing her waitress's uniform, she had left the restaurant in such a hury, and her mobile was in her apron pocket. Flipping it open she scrolled to her inbox for text messages.

Ever since meeting Simon the two of them had been indulging their fantasies for child sex and bondage when they were in the bedroom and the things they said to each other while making love drove both of them wild. Emma had never experienced sex like it. The thing about Simon was that he was intelligent and imaginative and he knew how to excite her mind as well as her body. And, because their fantasy was so taboo it just made sharing it even more exciting and special.

Simon spent most of his time in London and was away a lot on business so Emma normally only saw him when he visited her in the small Cornish town where she lived or when he invited her to spend a weekend with him in London. She knew how wealthy he was and his mystery, wealth and power was as exciting as everything else she liked about him, but it was their liking for the same erotic fantasies that had brought them together. He was older than Emma, she was 23 and he was in his mid thirties but Emma liked older men and she'd never met anyone who was better suited to her.

When Simon was away on business he'd call her and they'd have phone sex or they'd chat online, sometimes for hours and always about the same thing. Emma's passion for the fantasy grew as she shared it with him and recently he had taken to sending her erotic text messages on her phone. He began assaulting her passions from all directions and Emma loved it, she couldn't get enough.

When he had begun talking about doing it for real Emma thought she was going to explode with lust. Somehow fantasising about doing it for real was even more exciting than just fantasizing about it. He kept telling her he was Mister Fixit and that he could arrange anything and although he thrilled her with this kind of talk she was convinced that it was still part of the fantasy. A kind of let's pretend that we'll do it for real fantasy.

But his first text message that day had read: 'How would you like to see a nine-year-old boy and a seven year old girl naked and tied up in the dungeon of my Scottish castle? xx'

Emma had replied: 'You're making me horny when I'm working! You know I'd love that xxx

Only a few moments later and her phone was bleeping again. 'Can you get Friday to Monday off work? I have a surprise for you.'

She was sure that all this was just a game despite Simon's power and wealth and she dropped her phone on the bed and began to pull off her waitress's uniform. She knew she wouldn't be dissappointed whatever Simon was up to. She'd seen pictures of his Scottish castle and it looked lovely, but so far she'd never been there.

It was on the remote Scottish island of Rahness and there were only two ways of getting there, boat or helicopter. Whatever Simon had got in store for her she was sure she would enjoy. Just a weekend at such a romantic location would be wonderful.

She was hopping from one foot to the other as she struggled to pull off her socks when her phone bleeped twice as two messages arrived one after the other. Excited she flipped open her phone. Both were picture messages. The first was of a little blonde haired boy completely naked and spread eagled on what looked like a medieval rack and the second was of an even younger girl also naked and with her arms and legs secured to a large wooden Y-shaped frame.

She jumped as her phone bleeped again. 'They're all yours.' The message read. 'I'm here with them now. You've got an hour to pack and then my butler will pick you up and drive you to an airfield where a helicopter is waiting. Can't wait to see you xxx.'

Chapter 3

The first time that Simon Florentin Duval saw Emma was at the controversial art exhibition, Decadent Youth, staged by his good friend, the artist, Josette Lambert. Lambert's PR, arranged by Duval, had said that she wanted to explore the simmering and deeply repressed sexuality of youth, but many of her lifelike paintings clearly depicted preteens, a fact that the local and national press had been quick to pick up on.

'Child porn,' they'd called it and they'd slated the gallery in the small Cornish, seaside town, seemingly all the more enraged for the fact that such a controversial exhibition could be held in such a genteel and family orientated place. Perhaps if it had been held in Paris, London or New York there may not have been so much of a fuss. Lambert and the art gallery itself defended the works on show by angrily stating that none of the paintings depicted sexual acts and all of the subjects were clothed. The statement did not mention the fact that sometimes the 'clothes' were nothing more than thongs.

Lambert said that her paintings were a reflection of the feelings of youth and represented their simmering, yet unnoticed sexuality, which they were not allowed to express. Decadent Youth was like a window on millions of human beings all over the world who were not allowed to indulge in the sexuality of their own bodies because they had not yet reached the appropriate birthday. It was, she said, a sexual prohibition and her paintings were designed to draw peoples' attention to it.

Duval had organized the purchase of all of the works through various agents with different names and so not a single painting could be purchased by collectors or the general public. Not surprisingly the publicity brought huge numbers of people, all of whom were suitably shocked although nonetheless keen to buy. Some were even annoyed when they discovered that collectors visiting early in the exhibition had purchased all of the works. The next time Lambert had an exhibition the sexuality would be toned down but the prices would treble. A good turn out and plenty of press coverage had, by this Cornish affair, been ensured by Mister Fixit, Simon Florentin Duval.

Amongst the paintings in the exhibition were beautiful pictures of children kissing, open mouthed, and in a variety of gender combinations. The most shocking of these seemed to be the one of two boys, dressed in the football shirts of opposing clubs, who appeared to be little more than 10 years old. Some pictures showed youngsters in fetish gear and although there was no sexual activity it was implied by the nature of the paintings and the sultry way the subjects stared out from the canvass. It was almost as if they were thinking, 'As soon as you've stopped looking we're gonna fuck.'

The big rush hadn't come until the day after the local paper had run the, 'Child porn in art gallery shock,' headlines, but Emma had gone almost straight from the news agent, a copy of the paper rolled up under her arm. She was a regular at the gallery so the staff there wouldn't be surprised to see her. It had taken her approximately twenty minutes to find 'Slut Child,' one of the worst examples of Lambert's work according to the paper. It was a picture of a girl of perhaps no more than nine with a Mohican haircut and a ring through her bottom lip. Perhaps worse was the fact that she was portrayed lighting a cigarette, casually leaning back against a graffiti covered wall, with one foot on the floor and the other on the wall behind her, knee bent.

As shocking was the fact that the girl was topless and wore only a pair of denim shorts. A little more shocking was the ring through her right nipple, which was little more than a dot on her flat chest. But it wasn't even this that had horrified the paper the most. The most sickening thing about this work, the paper had said, were the tattoos on the child's torso. One was a small pink heart on her chest near her right nipple, and the others were words written in black above and below her tummy button. Just above was the word: SUCK, and just below were the words MY CLIT.

Emma sucked in her bottom lip and tried to suppress a grin when she saw this. The paper hadn't even printed the words it had simply referred to an obscenity tattooed on the child's tummy. The painting was priced at £27,000 and if she had the money Emma would have bought it. She was too late though, a little tag that said, 'Sold,' hung from the bottom left corner of the frame.

Simon had been hurrying to the front desk when he saw her. At that moment no one other than Katie was looking at Slut Child and he saw her unmistakably bite her bottom lip and inhale deeply through her nose.

"Charming isn't she?" Simon had said, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he came up behind her.

Emma spun round unaware that anyone was close by and blushed deeply when she saw Simon staring directly at her with a sparkle in his eye and a confident look about him as if he could see into her very soul.

"The only problem," he continued without waiting for an answer, "is in deciding where to hang her." He looked up at the painting himself now and pursed his lips slightly, thinking. "One wouldn't hang her in the hall now would one?" His tone was sarcastic and mocking of the type of people who were clucking and tut-tuting at Lambert's work, and who normally visited the gallery to see the works of the masters and the modern young talent endorsed by the media. To the art intelligentsia this was porn and Simon was mocking them.

"You can have her if you like," he stated, casually, "I think I bought her in an adrenalin rush and when I think about it calmly I really haven't got anywhere to put her that would do her justice."

Emma looked at him shocked. This man was telling her quite openly that he liked the work and yet it was the most shocking in the exhibition. Not only that he was offering to give it to her!

"Oh, I couldn't, I really couldn't," Emma blushed, "I mean I don't even know you and you don't give away that kind of money to strangers.

Unwittingly she had confirmed that she liked the painting and that was all Simon needed to know. "Oh don't worry," he whispered conspiratorially, "I didn't really pay £27,000 for it. Hell no! That's just PR. I'm giving the artist twenty five quid and she's bumming a lift home with me, but don't breathe a word to the press! You're not a journalist are you?"

Emma laughed, still blushing, "No," she said, "I'm not a journalist."

With that Simon got her address and telephone number and a time when it would be convenient to drop off the painting the following day. Emma had felt like putty in his hands and a little light-headed as she considered the possibility that she had met a like-minded soul. Another human being who thought kids were hot. Was that possible? That had been almost six months ago and in the short time they had been together they had fallen in love and lust with each other and the fantasies they both shared.

Now Simon was sat in a high backed leather armchair, in what he liked to think of as his Scottish castle, awaiting the arrival of his beloved. If she was on time the helicopter that was bringing her should be just over the Firth of Lorne. He took a sip of red wine and then licked his lips as he wondered how she would react to the two real children, naked and tied up in the cellar, his dungeon.

Would she freak out and tell him to get rid of them quickly, or would she compose herself, give in to her burning desires, and make both of their fantasies come true?

His tongue licked his lips sensually.

Simon Florentin Duval thought he knew the answer.

Chapter 4

Emma sat in the cocooned cabin of the helicopter as its twin turboshaft engines whined, lifting it effortlessly off the ground. She sat back in the wide leather seat as she watched the ground disappearing below. It was quite unlike flying by plane. Planes needed a run at it to get airborne whereas helicopters just went straight up. It was quite strange to someone who had never flown in one before.

It seemed as if every day that went by she found out something new about her mysterious new boyfriend. Now she discovered he owned a helicopter, or had access to one, yet it was something he had never mentioned before. One evening, a couple of weeks ago they had got drunk together at his luxurious London apartment and Emma had really pushed the issue of what he did for a living but had learned little. Simon had become quite serious and had told her that he didn't do just one thing he did many. He told her about the family business and some of the companies he had shares in, but there were other things he did which he told her were quite secret. He warned her that if she wanted them to stay together she must promise not to dig and keep asking questions. She must accept him as a business man with other interests. He was a mister fixit and that was all he would say.

The helicopter flew out over the sea and Emma watched the white capped waves far below. She loved flying and the luxurious cabin in the helicopter was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. There were three wide leather seats, each with arm rests, facing forward and another three seats facing aft. Behind the aft facing seats was a wall separating the cabin from the pilot. How great it would be, she thought, to fuck in this private little cabin, and her mind turned again to what Simon might have in store for the weekend.

There was no doubt that the pictures of the children were real, but that didn't mean he wasn't teasing her. She knew that there was real child porn out there and maybe that's what these images were. Maybe he was just teasing her by sending porn pix to her phone and pretending they were real. But if he had pictures like this why had he kept them from her for so long? She'd love to fuck while looking at those pictures of the little girl and boy tied up. He knew that. How many times had they fantasized about Slut Child who now hung on the wall facing the bottom of her bed? So if he had real pictures why had he not shown her them before?

She could feel her heart beating in her chest as she intuitively knew the answer. Simon really did have two children; two real children and the pictures had been taken just moments before he sent them. She closed her eyes and sank back into the seat, more excited than she had ever been in her life before. If he really did have two children waiting for her, well, she wasn't going to miss the chance of a lifetime; she was going to make the most of it. She looked at the pictures again on her phone and sighed, squeezing her slim thighs together tightly.

After ten minutes or so of flying a female voice welcomed her onboard over the speaker system. Her name was Donna; she was the pilot and apparently Simon's private secretary. Handy, Emma thought, a secretary who can pilot helicopters! She felt a tinge of jealousy as she realised that there was another woman who knew more, probably a lot more, about Simon's business affairs than she did.

After the helicopter landed to refuel Donna pulled open the passenger cabin door and helped Emma jump down. She was a dark haired attractive woman, probably in her mid thirties, with finely chiseled features and crystal clear green eyes. She had a disarming smile and an open friendliness that Emma warmed to immediately.

They were on what appeared to be no more than a landing strip. There was a small control tower in front of them and a couple of buildings to either side. Donna led them to one of these buildings while the helicopter was refueled and shoved some coins in a drinks machine to get them both a drink. Donna had coffee and Emma had tea.

Emma had a million questions that her jealousy and pride prevented her from asking and so she let Donna tell her about the remainder of their journey. Apparently they were only about an hours flying time from Rahness and Emma would be able to see the island on the port side before they landed.

The helicopter was refueled quickly and moments later they were airborne. As the aircraft flew out over the sea again Emma's phone bleeped. It was another photo message from Simon and she gasped when she saw it. It was a close up of a naked little boy's hips. She could see the lower part of his flat tummy and the tops of his thighs which were spread apart so she could clearly see his hairless genitals. What had made her gasp most of all was the man's hand holding the little boy's erect penis with its foreskin pulled right down.

There was no mistaking Simon's gold Rolex watch!

'Here you are darling,' the accompanying message read, 'A little taste of what's to come before you get here.'

Chapter 5

Emma watched, fascinated as the landscape below the speeding helicopter constantly changed. First it was water, then it was land, then water and then land again. Eventually, after a long spell over water the speakers came to life and Donna announced that if she looked out of the port cabin window she would be able to see Rahness in the distance. The helicopter flew in close, and followed the coast before dropping altitude and flying inland over a wooded valley.

"All this land belongs to Duval," Donna said through the speakers, "It's part of his estate. You'll see the house soon too, Castle Dreagan."

The helicopter flew over a ridge and then descended, banking towards the right. Emma could see the sea in the distance and she pressed her face to the glass as she looked for signs of the house. She didn't have to wait long before they flew over it and the aircraft tilted forward as it slowed to a stop in mid air. They touched down with a gentle bump on the lawn in front of the house and Emma waited patiently as Donna killed the engines and the twin turboshafts whined down. As soon as the down-draft from the rotors had calmed Emma grinned as Simon's face appeared at the window as he pulled open the cabin door.

"God it's good to see you sweetheart! I've missed you," he said, pushing her back gently until she was lying across two of the forward facing seats.

Climbing up his lips found hers and their mouths opened as they kissed, urgently and passionately, hungry for each other. Emma wanted to break away and ask Simon a thousand questions, and most of all she wanted her surprise, but her passion was such that she couldn't tear herself away from their kiss. She remembered her fantasy about fucking in the helicopter and she wanted to shout to Donna to take off and fly over the sea so that she could make love to this wild, sexy man.

Emma bit gently on Simon's bottom lip and pulled it playfully as his hand slid under her white, sleeveless top and caressed her firm, flat tummy. "I can't believe..." she gasped, leaving her sentence unfinished as Simon's fingers moved up to her chest and found the stiff, puckered nipple on her small left breast.

Then, he pushed her top right up and admired her lovely slim torso, kissing each of her strawberry pink nipples in turn, flicking the tip of his tongue over each erect bud. "You don't have to believe sweetheart," he said huskily, "just come inside and see for yourself."

Chapter 6

Castle Dreagan was nothing more than a big house. A very big house. Built in the early 19th century as a family home it was constructed from brick and local stone with numerous castle-like decorations, which were typical of many of the grander buildings of that era. There was a round stone tower on the east wing of the house and a smaller, square, brick tower on the west. It was located on the easterly most part of the island and its land encompassed a forest, a river valley and a significant stretch of coastline.

Underneath the house was a network of caverns and caves that were created millions of years ago when the whole land mass was at the bottom of the sea. The architect who designed Dreagan used the naturally occurring caverns to construct the house's extensive cellars in which the then owner, Commander Jaques Saunier Duval, could keep his wine.

One of the house's finest visitor attractions was a viewing area inside one of the caverns where particularly good examples of stalactites and stalagmites could be seen. There was also a wall on which the prehistoric inhabitants of the area had drawn their cave art perhaps more than 30,000 years ago. The cellars themselves were thus underground buildings, with roofs, constructed inside the caverns beneath the house and were quite unique.

Inside one of the rooms in the cellars an attractive woman with long dark hair and a slim figure stood in front of an easel, a paintbrush in one hand and a palette in the other. On the far side of the room a blonde haired boy and girl sat cross-legged on the floor in front of two small flat screen TVs. They were both playing computer games and were completely absorbed in a world of their own. Both children were wearing short white dressing gowns and both were naked underneath. The woman smiled as a walkie-talkie on the mantelpiece over the fireplace beeped three times.

"At last she has arrived," the woman said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Soon, children we will know which of you is to be first."

Chapter 7

The twin turboshaft engines on the powerful helicopter seemed to scream as it leapt into the air like some giant of the skies. It gained altitude rapidly, circled the house and then swooped low over the tree tops, climbed the ridge and then dropped into the valley on the other side. Donna was showing off and it was her way of saying have a great weekend ... if she'd been in a car she'd have peeped the horn several times as she drove off.

"God Simon, I can't tell you how turned on I am!" Emma gasped, standing on her tip toes and wrapping her arms around his neck as soon as they were alone. They kissed again, open mouthed, and Emma pressed her slim body against his. Their lips slid together urgently and she melted into him, his strong hands gently squeezing her tight little bottom, neatly packaged in a short black skirt.

"I can't believe you've done this!" she blurted, breaking away from their kiss, her eyes searching his almost feverishly looking for answers. "I mean you're kidding me right? You are kidding me? God, if you've gone out and grabbed a couple of kids... I mean wow, but, we could be headline news tomorrow! I mean, Simon, what have you done? Tell me!"

Emma's facial features were a complex montage of emotions, including shock, frustration and fear but Simon could see quite clearly that exhilaration and excitement were the overriding ones. He knew how disappointed she would be if he told her now that he was just kidding.

He smiled, kissing her gently on the lips and bent down to pick up her bag. "Come and have a look at my castle," he said, leading her towards the house, "and I'll tell you everything."

Simon led Emma up to the arched front door, made more castle-like by its thick, heavy, wooden construction and the black metal studs running in rows from top to bottom. He led her through a square, wood panelled hall and into what he introduced as the largest of the house's two reception rooms.

At the far end was a stone fireplace, over which hung a large portrait of a man wearing what appeared to be military regalia. He stared out of the picture, his eyes bearing down on visitors, reminding them of who was once master of the house.

"My great grandfather, several times over," Simon said, his hand waving towards the painting as if an introduction was necessary, "Commander Jaques Saunier Duval."

As Emma looked into the eyes of the man in the painting she had the sudden and peculiar feeling that he was actually watching her. She felt a warm glow as if he was pleased with what he saw and she felt certain that there was an appreciative smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

She curtsied dramatically, for Simon's benefit, "Pleased to meet you Commander Jaques," she said respectfully, her eyes sparkling.

"I think he likes you," Simon said, handing her a glass of red wine he had poured from a decanter on a sideboard behind the door, "Apparently the old boy always did have an eye for a pretty girl."

Emma took a sip of wine and noticed that all around the room were artists' easels covered with what appeared to be dust sheets. There were thirteen in all and she stepped towards one, curious to know what was under the cover.

As she did so Simon swiftly took her forearm and gently guided her towards a chaise longue. He was grinning like a child on Christmas day and his excitement and enthusiasm were infectious. He asked her to sit down and then went over to one of the easels and retrieved a large package from under the cover. It was wrapped in pink, blue and gold striped paper all tied up with ribbon and a bow.

"Your surprise Simon said handing her the package," his strong, handsome face smiling.

He was not at all dissimilar to the man in the painting Emma thought as she took the parcel, feeling through the paper to see if she could guess what was inside. It was about ten inches by eight and although whatever it was was quite thin it was also quite heavy.

"Well, if this is the surprise then it's not two children," quipped Emma playfully. Then she gasped and her jaw dropped as she pulled off the wrapping paper.

"Fuck me! I don't believe it! I don't fucking believe it! Oh my God, Simon, I love you!"

Emma leaped up and threw her left arm round his neck while still holding her present in her right hand, wrapping paper floating to the floor. It was a framed picture of a little boy and girl, both completely naked with their wrists tied together to metal rings embedded in the wall above their heads.

They were both slim, blonde-haired children and she recognised them from the picture texts Simon had sent her earlier in the day. Standing in-between them was Simon who was holding a sign which read: 'They're just beneath where you're sat right now!'

They kissed again and Simon noticed that Emma's lips were hotter than before and her kisses even more urgent. He lifted up the front of her skirt and pushed his hand into her panties and down in-between her legs. She moaned into his mouth, lifting her left leg slightly to give him easier access as his middle finger slid into her groove and sank into her easily. Simon had never known a girl get as wet as Emma and she was as wet now as he had ever known her.

When she pulled away her cheeks were flushed red and her eyes had a dreamy far away look. She shook her head as if she were bewildered, "I just can't believe you've done this! It's so hot but we could be in so much trouble!"

Simon slipped his hand out of her panties and returned to the sideboard from where he got their first glass of wine. He sucked Emma's wetness off his finger, as if it was covered in the most delightful honey, and poured them both another glass of wine. When he turned round, Emma was staring at the picture, holding it tightly with both hands as if it might escape.

"Here," he said, handing her the wine, "have another drink, it will calm your nerves."

Simon led her to one of the easels. "Another part of your surprise," he said, "But before I unvail it let me tell you that the children have not been abducted and no one is looking for them."

He held up his hand as Emma tried to cross examine him, her eyes wild with a combination of excitement and fear. When she was quiet again he continued. "I told you some time ago that I was a kind of a mister fix it," he said, "Well, I am, but a rather special one. Until the turn of the twentieth century there used to be lots of us; commission agents we were known as.

"Say there's a chap out in India who wanted to send some furniture to his home in Surrey, well, it was complicated then, lots of crates and things, so a commission agent would sort it for him. Or, say someone was going out east for the first time on business to try and sell his new overhead flange bracketing machine that weighs a ton and a half. He needs to ship one out to Shanghai so he can show the local panjandrum how it works. Well, the commission agent fixes it. He sorts the shipping, the insurance, warehousing, packing, the lot. He even sorts the meetings and greases palms and helps things to go smoothly." Simon paused to take a sip of wine as Emma listened attentively.

"Well, commission agents aren't really needed like that any more. Not for simple things like that anyway. But in the complex world we live in today there are big things that need, shall we say, arranging. Much more important than shifting a bit of furniture from India to Surrey or getting a flange bracketing machine from a factory in Salford to the big cheese in Shanghai. I'm talking really big things like persuading warlords to do one thing rather than another, making sure a particular person gets elected head of a particular country, or making sure that they don't." He smiled broadly as he watched Emma's eyes widen with interest.

"Well, when you're fixing things like this there are powerful people who need paying off, or rewarding or bribing and it's not always money they want. So, a successful commission agent needs a variety currencies in which to deal and you'd be surprised at how a night with a little boy or girl, no questions asked, can swing things in your favour, or certainly oil the wheels or put the icing on the cake, so to speak."

Emma looked as if her eyes were about to pop out of her head. "So what are you saying?" she asked, "These two kids are yours? You use them as a kind of currency to fix deals or entertain important people?"

Simon grinned. He could see that Emma wasn't angry. She was incredulous but she wasn't angry. "That's it exactly," he smiled, "I have access to children when I need them for that purpose. This weekend though, it's just for us!"

Emma put the picture down and jumped up at Simon wrapping her legs round his waist and her arms around his neck like she used to do with her father when she was a little girl. That's was where the similarity ended though and she snogged Simon open-mouthed, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth.

She broke away impatiently, "Come on, I want to see the rest of my surprise!"

Simon grinned, and with Emma still hanging on to him, with her legs around his waist, he pulled the cover off the first painting. It was a beautiful, life-like painting of a little girl tied on her back, spread eagled onto what looked like the top of a wide wooden wheel sticking up out of the floor. It wasn't a wheel of course it was a wooden arch, perhaps five feet wide and resting on a wooden frame.

There were leather cuffs on the little girl's wrists and ankles, which were secured to fastenings on the wheel so that her skinny arms and legs formed an X shape. Emma gasped and ran her fingers appreciatively over the child's body which was arched by the wheel so that the front of her body was stretched.

Simon removed a further five covers one by one and each painting was of the same girl secured to different apparatus. There was a rack, an X frame, a Y frame and in one she was hung upside down by her ankles from a wooden beam.

"They're gorgeous," Emma breathed into his ear, her lips hot against his skin. "Who painted them? They look similar in style to Slut Child."

"That's because Josette painted them for you. She shares our tastes sweetheart and she's here this weekend to help organise your surprise and look after the children when we've finished with them." He gave her bottom a squeeze to emphasize the last four words and Emma moved her slim hips against his stomach.

"All you have to do now is decide which child you want first and on which piece of equipment." As he spoke Simon took her to the other paintings and again removed the remaining six covers one by one. This time the pictures were of the boy, similarly naked and tied in the same way and on the same pieces of equipment as the girl.

Simon pressed his lips up close to Emma's ear, "For your first experience I want you to have the children one at a time and on your own," he said, "I want everything you do to be just for you. I want it all to be for your pleasure and your pleasure alone. I do not want you to be influenced by me in any way and nor do I want to think that you might be doing something just to please or entertain me. When you have finished you can come back to me and we will make love wildly while you tell me everything that you did. When you have had one session with each child on your own, then we will share them together."

Emma jumped down like an excited schoolgirl her eyes afire with lust. "I want the girl first," she said huskily, "On that wheel thing. God yes!"

Simon informed Josette over the two-way radio of Emma's choice. When he had done so he told Emma how to find her way into the cellars and how to find the room in which the little girl would be tied up.

Before she left Emma knelt in front of her boyfriend, pulling down his fly. Her slender hand slipped inside and gently pulled out his erect penis. Holding it near her moist lips she grinned, "I want something from you to give to her," she purred, sucking his erection into her warm, wet mouth.

It was the second time she had given someone a blow job that day.

Chapter 8

The cellars under Castle Dreagan were like catacombs but after carefully following Simon's directions from the stairs in the library Emma was soon outside the door in which the seven-year-old girl was tied up for her pleasure. She breathed in deeply through her nose, savouring the taste of Simon's sperm in her mouth, and pushed open the door.

The room was about the size of a tennis court and dimly lit with candles that seemed to be everywhere. There was also a fire burning in a fireplace on the far side of the room and it was so warm that the heat felt almost oppressive, like a sauna. There were no windows and the only way into the room was through the door she had just pushed open.

Emma's eyes widened like saucers and she nearly bit through her lips as she saw the large wooden structure that dominated the centre of the room. Just as in Josette's painting it was like the top section of a wheel, its wooden rim flat and at least five feet wide. Secured to it with her arms and legs in an X shape was the little girl, her wrists and ankles bound with leather cuffs that were secured to steel rings embedded in the wooden structure. Her lithe little body was arched and stretched over the curvature of the wheel so that her tummy was pulled taut and her corrugated ribs were prominent on her flat, boyish chest.

The girl was blindfolded with a black rag, and what looked like black cotton bandages were wound across her mouth and round the back of her head again and again to gag her. Emma's pulse quickened as she remembered one of Simon's fantasies in which the girl was gagged in a similar fashion with her own panties shoved in her mouth. In her excitement she nearly forgot Simon's come and a sliver of the milky white liquid trickled out of the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. Never in her life had she felt so depraved and never had she given in so completely to her perverse lust.

Beads of perspiration formed on Emma's forehead as she stood next to the apparatus on which the little girl was tied. She noticed too that the child's body was covered in a sheen of sweat and she became aware again of the heat in the room from the open fire that burnt brightly in the fireplace on the far side of the room. Suddenly it all seemed appropriate to her as the temperature of the little underground room matched her mood.

She stood momentarily admiring the scene before her, then reached out and placed the flat of her hand on the girl's chest. As she did so the child's nostrils flared and she breathed in sharply as if taken by surprise. Emma realised that she had been so quiet that the little girl probably hadn't even realised that there was anyone in the room. She sighed through her nose as she ran both hands all over the child's skinny torso, delighting at the feel of her smooth skin. She was like a little pixie with blonde hair cut in a straight fringe over eyebrows that were so faint you could hardly see them.

The fire crackled and spat as if it was excited too and Emma bent down and pressed her lips flat against the girl's tummy. As she did so she parted her lips and a mixture of Simon's sperm and her own saliva spilled out onto her stomach and ran in two rivulets, one heading for her flat chest and the other for the deliciously bare little slit in-between her legs. Emma licked the girl's skin with the flat of her tongue and then followed the little trail of come down her tummy until she was between her legs where she waited with her mouth open. As soon as Simon's come spilled over the girl's pubic mound and ran into her smooth, hairless slit Emma closed her lips around the girl's sex and sucked it hungrily.

There was a muffled moan from the girl and her hips moved against Emma's mouth who lay with her front against the wheel, now in-between the child's skinny legs. "God, I never dreamt that the real thing would be as horny as this," she breathed huskily, half to herself and half to the girl. Placing her thumbs on the child's smooth labia she spread her lips apart to reveal the pink inner lips and the small opening to her vagina. Repositioning her thumbs closer to the seven-year-old's tight little hole she then spread it open as much as she could and gasped as she realised there was no hymen.

The girl had been fingered at the very least and probably fucked too. She licked her lips as she imagined Simon fucking her as she was sure he would do later in the weekend. Once again she ran both hands up and down the girl's torso, mixing Simon's sperm and her saliva with the child's salty sweat. She caressed her flat tummy and chest and then leant forward and flicked the tip of her tongue in the girl's tummy button. It was cute, Emma thought, almost perfectly round and flat, it was neither an inny nor an outy. Unable to resist any more Emma pulled off her short black skirt and panties, then straddled the little girl's naked body on the wheel.

Like a baby cunt, Emma's sex was smooth and bare from professional waxing and she gasped as she pressed herself against the skin of the girl's chest. She slipped her hands around her back and pulled the little kid up against her crotch and began to rub herself up and down against her body. As she did so she pulled off her vest, so that she too was naked, and she rubbed her clit with the tips of her fingers as her narrow hips jerked back and forth lewdly on top of the naked child.

Emma gasped as she reached behind her and pressed her four fingers flat against the girl's smooth, hairless slit. This was the stuff of her dreams, her wildest fantasies and now it was real. She was having sex with a child. She slid her middle finger into the girl's groove finding it wet from her own saliva and Simon's come. Her nipples felt like little bullets on her small, half-apple shaped breasts and she wished she had a third hand or an available mouth to give them some attention. She arched her back as her middle finger found the entrance to the kids's vagina and she pushed it into her as the fingertips of her other hand vibrated against her own clit.

The little girl's hole was tight but her fingers were slim and eventually she was able to work her digit right the way into the child's cunt up to her knuckle. The little girl's head turned from one side to the other and Emma watched the muscles in her neck strain slightly as a muffled noise came from behind her gag. She didn't know if the girl liked or disliked what she was doing to her baby cunt but it was her toy to play with and she fingered it lasciviously as her hips pumped back and forth against the seven-year-old's body.

Emma was very close to coming. She was so hot for this cute little girl that she thought she could probably come just from looking at her tied up naked on this wheel thing, so it was not surprising that her first orgasm should come quickly. It was taking her now, like the lightening before the thunder and her body shook. Her top lip curled as her thumb slid into the girl's pink slit and pressed against her small clitoris pushing it out of it's little hood. She pressed her thumb against it firmly and licked her lips as she heard the girl's muffled voice from behind her gag. She pressed her short thumbnail against her clit and applied pressure, squashing it hard against her pubic bone. Emma cried out as the girl's face contorted in pain as she dug her thumb harder into her little clit, and then came strongly as the child's body twisted and wriggled beneath her.

After her orgasm she lay flat on top of the little girl, enjoying the feeling of her nakedness against the child's. She slid down her body slightly until her face was above the girl's and untied her blindfold and gag. Sure enough Josette had stuffed the girl's panties into her mouth before she had gagged her and Emma pulled them out and dropped them to the floor. The girl blinked a few times and Emma noticed that her eyes were wet from crying. She kissed her on the mouth, suddenly feeling guilty for having hurt her despite the yearning she had inside her to hurt her again. Emma was not surprised when the little girl kissed her back. If what Simon had told her was true then she, along with other children, was like the temple harlot, available to satisfy the most taboo desires of powerful men and women who Simon cajoled and persuaded to do the bidding of his masters. This little thing was probably as skilled in the pleasures of the flesh and BDSM as she was and probably more.

"What's your name?" Emma asked almost breathless with desire and stunned that the little girl could kiss so well and so willingly.

Despite the tears the girl's eyes sparkled and Emma noticed how pretty they were, almond shaped and the colour of the sea. "My name is Nika," the child replied, a slight accent indicating that she was Eastern European.

Emma licked her lips and kissed the girl again, unable to resist another open-mouthed child snog. Nika responded instantly by kissing her back, their tongues sliding together and pushing into each other's mouths. Emma slid her naked body against Nika's, rubbing her wet slit against the child's skinny thigh and pressing her tummy flat against the girl's.

"I'm sorry I hurt your little cunny," Emma gasped breaking away from their kiss, "Did I hurt you a lot?"

Nika searched her face questioningly, a slight frown on her puzzled brow. Her long blonde hair hung down away from her head on the wheel and Emma had an image in her mind of the little girl stood in-between her legs while she brushed her hair that reached all the way to the small of her slender back.

"You don't have to say sorry," Nika replied, "All the grown-ups like to hurt me and do sex to me. Are you going to hurt me more?"

Emma thought she was going to burst with desire, it was almost as if the child wanted it. "I am baby yes," she gasped, "I'm going to hurt you a lot. I want to make you cry and scream but I also love you and I want to make love to you. Can you understand that?"

Nika nodded her pretty head. "All the grown-ups do that, it's part of the game," she said matter of factly, "and I like it, especially when you do the sex to me."

Emma realised that the little girl had been exposed to pain and pleasure for so long that they were both intrinsically linked in her mind and one did not come without the other. It seemed that she liked the sexual things that were done to her but in her world those pleasures only came when the adults were in the mood for bondage and torture.

"What is it that you like the most?" Emma asked, her hips still moving languidly against the pretty girl's soft thigh, her passion almost at bursting point but contained to pursue this interesting line of conversation.

Nika's eyes flashed excitedly and her answer was immediate, "I like it best when you use your tongue," she said, pronouncing the word 'tongue' as 't'sung' which Emma thought was so cute she wanted to eat the little girl's pussy again right there and then. Instead she pressed herself against her body, skin to skin, and snogged her again, wetly, their mouths open wide.

Pulling away slightly she licked all the way around the child's lips. "You know what I wanna do now sweetheart," she breathed hotly, "I wanna fuck this pretty mouth of yours until I come on those lovely cherry pink lips, and I want to rub myself all over your gorgeous face when I come." She paused for a while contemplating the child's mouth. "I'm gonna come right here," she said softly, pressing her index finger against the girl's lips. I'm gonna fuck a child's mouth."

Nika sighed, clearly excited by Emma's plans and the woman's naked body pressing against her own. "And then are you going to use your t'sung on me?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"No baby, no, I'm afraid I'm not," Emma replied, affectionately planting kisses on the little girl's cheeks, "After I've come on your face I'm going to make you cry and I'm going to make your little body tremble with pain, but then, after that, yes, then I'll suck your little slit and you can have my tongue."

Chapter 9

Emma unclipped Nika's wrists and ankles and led the naked little pixie to a rubber mat, similar to those found in gymnasiums, in front of the fire. She had decided that it would be easier to fuck Nika's mouth on the mat than it would be with the child spread eagled on the wheel-like apparatus. Coming in a child's mouth, girl or boy, was one of her favourite fantasies and now that she had the chance to do it she wanted to make the most of it.

This wasn't just about having a kid perform oral sex on her, this was about completely unleashing all her desires and fucking the child's mouth. In her fantasy it was like the kid's mouth and face were some kind of sex toy for her to masturbate with and that's exactly how she wanted to use Nika now.

She loved to be on the receiving end of this kind of activity too and there were many times when she had asked Simon to use her mouth like a hole to come in. It drove her wild with desire to think that her mouth was being used by her lover as a kind of object with which he was masturbating. For some reason though, with Simon it only turned her on to take the submissive role, she had no desire to fuck his mouth in the same way. She enjoyed his oral sex but she had no desire to use his mouth in the same way that she pleaded with him to use hers.

Strangely though, in fantasy, the idea of fucking a child's mouth drove her wild and Simon would often describe situations where she rubbed herself against little boys' and girls' open mouths and came all over their faces. That made her hot and now she had the chance to do it for real. Nika was hers to do with as she pleased. At least for tonight.

Obediently Nika lay on her back on the mat and Emma put some cushions under her head. Emma had been thrilled to learn that Josette made her perform oral sex, as had other women, and so what was about to happen would be no great surprise to her. Her head spun as she straddled the little girl and presented her bare sex to her mouth. Nika opened wide, as if she were at the dentist, and, grabbing the back of her head Emma pulled the kid's open mouth against her cunt.

Gripping two handfuls of blonde hair behind Nika's head she pulled her face firmly against her, with her cunt pushed into her open mouth. "Don't bother trying to suck or lick me," Emma gasped, "just open your mouth as wide as you can and let me have your tongue!"

Nika did as she was told and Emma's body trembled as she fucked the seven-year-old's mouth, her narrow hips rocking in a fluid motion, her wet slit moving back and forth over her lips and tongue. She moaned out loud and arched her back rubbing herself against Nika's whole face now, and the girl's chin, lips and nose glistened with Emma's wetness.

Emma ground herself against the girl's lips, her hips jerking and she looked down and gasped at the sight of the seven year old's face in-between her legs. She reached behind her and pinched the skin on the girl's flat, boyish chest around her left nipple, twisting her fingers sharply. Then, Emma groaned in delight as Nika's face contorted and she cried out in pain as she pinched and twisted her nipple cruelly.

Nika squirmed as Emma rubbed her smooth, wet slit up and down her face and then screamed, eyes wide, as Emma suddenly, and without warning, drove her fist into her little tummy. Emma sighed, licking her lips as she watched the expression on the girl's face then arched her back and cried out in ecstasy as she came.

It was a long come. One of those ones that suddenly started getting stronger just when you thought it was all over, and her slender body trembled with lust. Multiple orgasms, Emma thought, and she kept coming and coming on the girl's face, using it as if she were masturbating with it. She gripped the handful of hair she was holding as tightly as she could, making the child wince and pulling the kid's face firmly against her sex.

Eventually, when Emma finished coming she rolled onto her back by the side of the child and spread her legs. "Make me come again with your mouth little one," she breathed huskily, "Except this time you do the work and let me just lie here and relax."

Nika rubbed the tears from her eyes and dragged the back of her hand across her wet mouth before lying on her tummy in-between Emma's spread legs. She knew how nice it felt when the grown-ups sucked and licked her nugget and she was determined to do it really well to Emma in the hope that the older girl would return the favour later.

Emma sucked in her bottom lip as she looked down over her body and watched the seven year old kid open her mouth and glue her pretty, strawberry pink lips all around her sex. What a delight it was to come in a child's mouth and soon she'd be doing it again. After that she'd tie her back on the wheel thing and find something nasty to torture her with.

Chapter 10

Emma sighed as she lay her head back down on the mat and closed her eyes, the child's small head in her hands. The little girl wasn't exactly experienced at performing oral sex but what she lacked in skill and finesse she certainly made up for with enthusiasm. She was munching on the top of Emma's slit as if she was sucking one of those tennis-ball sized gob stoppers and she was in a race with her friends to see who could get to the blue layer first.

Emma spread her slim legs wide and jerked her hips against the child's mouth, pushing down firmly on the back of her head as she felt her orgasm building. Nika occasionally glanced up at the older girl and saw the familiar tell-tale signs of impending climax, with Emma's sucked-in, concave tummy and her small breasts heaving. Recognising the signs and remembering what she had learned from other women, like Josette the painter, and Donna the pilot, she scuttled up Emma's body and began licking her left nipple like a little kitten lapping cream from a saucer.

"God, you're a little dream," gasped Emma, "Who taught you all these things? How can you be so damn sexy when you're only seven years old?"

Nika beamed brightly, her eyes sparkling, but rather than answering she simply brushed her lips against Emma's and then opened her mouth when the older girl responded instantly. Nika liked kissing with tongues and they snogged like teenage lovers with Emma hungrily licking the inside of the child's mouth. They broke away reluctantly with Emma pushing down firmly on Nika's shoulders, the little girl knowing immediately what was required. She wriggled down Emma's slim body, stopping momentarily at her breasts. They were smaller than any of the other women's breasts she had been with before and her nipples were as hard as little peanuts. She sucked each of them and Emma moaned, arching her back and gently massaging the girl's shoulders as she sucked.

Nika backed down Emma's body like a lizard in reverse, leaving the older girl's puckered nipples erect and glistening, wet with her saliva. Emma cried out in ecstasy, pressing down on the back of Nika's head, as once again the little girl glued her lips around her clit. She rocked her hips, gently fucking the child's mouth as Nika's tongue slid into the top of her groove. The thought of her cunt juices all over the little girl's tongue and lips drove Emma wild with lust and her hips began to move rhythmically against Nika's mouth, making her head bob up and down. With her hand on the back of Nika's head Emma fucked her mouth and for a moment she thought it looked as though the little girl's head was a part of her, a growth from in-between her legs, as it moved when she moved, the girl's lips glued in an O-shape around the top of her slit.

She could feel the flat of the girl's tongue sliding wetly against her clitoris and Emma's head spun, her lust and sexual excitement at a level she had never experienced before. Meeting Simon and discovering that he not only accepted her child-sex fantasies, but shared them too, had been a thrill that put sex between them on a whole new level. Being able to fantasize about sex with kids and kids in bondage while they fucked had been wild, making the fantasy vastly more exciting than exploring it on her own. But now she was actually doing it for real, she was fucking a child's mouth, and she stared down over her heaving chest and flat, quivering tummy at the pretty little girl's face in-between her legs.

When she came she let out a long sigh which turned into a series of gasps and noisy groans as she had what must have been the strongest orgasm of her life. She lifted her bottom slightly off the rug and rocked her pelvis up and down while the rest of her body remained rigid, visibly trembling uncontrollably. Emma worried that she might suffocate the girl as he pushed down firmly on the back of her head, rhythmically moving her sex against the child's open mouth. With a final gasp she pushed Emma away and held her cheeks in her hands as her erratic breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Oh, my God Nika," Emma gasped, "come and kiss me! I want to taste my sex on your baby lips and tongue!"

Nika grinned, her eyes sparkling, and she moved deliberately like a cat, crawling on her hands and knees over Emma's body, her tongue sensually licking her lips in a deliberate and intentionally erotic show.

"Jeez!" Emma exclaimed with delight, "What are you like? You're like a little sex kitten!" and with that she tickled the little girl's tummy, digging her fingertips playfully into her sides and making her squeal with laughter.

Nika collapsed on top of her giggling and Emma sighed as she felt the little girl's smooth flat tummy wriggling and squirming against her own. She squeezed both of Nika's small, tight buttocks and then slid the two middle fingers of her right hand down in-between her legs. She stopped tickling and Nika closed her eyes as Emma's two fingers slid over her smooth, hairless petals.

"You like that don't you?" Emma asked rhetorically as her middle finger slid in-between Nika's outer petals and into her groove.

Nika nodded her head as she wriggled up Emma's body until her face was above the older girl's. As she did so Emma used her left hand to open Nika up a little as the middle finger of her right hand worked into her slit. "God you're wet!" she gasped, "You're fucking wet! You really do like this don't you?"

Nika nodded again, her eyes sparkling, and the small golden freckles across the bridge of her pretty little nose appeared momentarily to Emma as if they were dancing with delight. Emma gazed into the little girl's eyes and, as she did so, explored her moist slit with her fingers. Her wetness wasn't like her own, it was thinner, like a light oil and she remembered the days, when she was Nika's age, wondering what it was that always made her panties wet when she pressed herself against the side of the washing machine when it was in its spin cycle.

She watched the expressions on Nika's face as she flicked her little clit, a miniature of her own but responding, none the less, in the same way. How lucky was this little girl, Emma thought, to be in the hands of adults who saw her as a sexual plaything. She wondered how she would have responded, when she was a seven-year-old girl, if a young 19-year-old woman had fingered her baby nubbins like she was doing to Nika. She wished that someone had done it to her and then she thought how wonderful it would be if she could swap places with Nika and feel what it was like to be a child getting fucked.

Nika moaned and tipped her head back, so that her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, as Emma pushed her middle finger deeply into her vagina. She slid the fingers of her left hand, palm up, over the child's tummy and then in-between her legs to rub and stroke her little clit. Then she finger fucked the little girl rapidly, pushing her finger in and out of the girl's tight little hole like a piston in a cylinder. Nika's head dropped down and she stared into Emma's eyes as her mouth opened wide in an expression of lust.

"You like that don't you baby?" Emma asked, so turned on herself that her voice was shaky.

The little girl nodded above her as Emma continued to finger fuck her rapidly, the two middle fingers of her other hand vibrating on the child's clit.

"Ooh, I think I'm going to make you come," Emma sighed, "I'm gonna make a child come and I'm gonna watch your face while I do it. Would you like that little one?"

Nika nodded again, her top lip sucked into her mouth and her pink tongue curled over it as if trying to reach her pretty nose. Emma lay there and watched the expressions change on the seven-year-old's face as she changed the tempo a little, fingering her now with long deep thrusts, her other two fingers caressing her clit in rapid circular movements. Then she pulled out of her completely and in an instant the finger that was in her vagina was now pressing against her tight little anus.

Nika was used to having both of her holes probed and she breathed in deeply as Emma pushed her slim middle finger into her bottom. Then she moaned and waggled her baby hips as the middle finger of Emma's other hand moved from her clit and pushed into her vagina, replacing the one that was now penetrating her little bottom. Emma licked her lips as she fingered the child's vagina and bottom at the same time, thrilled to feel her fingers moving against each other through the thin membrane that separated the two holes.

The little girl screwed up her face and gasped as Emma buried her finger in her cunt so deeply that her fingertip nudged against her cervix, the palm of her hand pressed up against her clit. Nika cried out in ecstasy, a deep frown on her pretty face, as she began to come. She pushed her hips down onto Emma's tummy and then sat on her, leaning forward slightly with her hands on her chest to support herself. Emma watched in delight as the little girl's head dropped behind her, her back arched, her pelvis jerking rapidly in a lewd fucking motion on her fingers.

The child's orgasm seemed to last a long time, or maybe it was a series of multiple orgasms, and Emma did what she could with her fingers to keep her coming. When eventually it seemed to reach an end, Nika collapsed on top of her and their lips slid together for another open-mouthed kiss. They kissed and kissed and kissed, and all the time Emma kept her two middle fingers buried deep in the child's two play holes.

Emma's heart was racing when eventually she scooped the little girl up in her arms and carried her to the wooden arch in the middle of the room. She lay her on her front, and one by one she secured her ankles and wrists with leather cuffs to the metal rings screwed into the wood. Then, she spread the two small globes of the girl's buttocks apart and dribbled saliva onto her pink anus. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue and then sucked it, with one hand gripping each buttock, pulling them apart.

When she stood up there was a look of utter lust and desire on her pretty face and she looked around the room as if in search of something. Pushed up along the two longest walls of the room were wooden cabinets and tables with numerous chests underneath them. On the table nearest Emma was a scattering of sex toys and her eyes immediately found what she was looking for, a pink, penis-shaped vibrating dildo the size of a 12-year-old boy's cock. There was also a box of white, wax candles and Emma licked her lips excitedly.

She pulled the table next to the wooden arch, stood one of the candles in a candlestick holder and lit it with a match. Next she picked up the penis shaped vibrator and marvelled at how life-like it was. It really did look just like a young boy's cock and it was just the right size to fuck little Nika with. She sighed with desire and looked at the candle. The wax was melting slowly. Where would she drip it first she wondered? On those smooth round buttocks perhaps? On her back, or maybe her legs, hands or feet? Emma breathed in deeply as the idea came to her. As it did, her right hand slid in-between her legs, cupping her sex and squeezing it firmly.

She knew exactly what little seven-year-old Nika was getting next.

The End