PREAMBLE: The story so far:- Julie, our 9 year old heroine has been brought to a photographer by her mother who desperately wants her to become a star. The photographer, has offered stardom in his movies as long as Julie does as he requests without question. The little girl agreed and Don, the photographer, takes a series of more and more provocative photographs until Julie is posing naked and totally exposed. He then tells her she can earn lots of money in his movies as the star but that, to become a star, she has to do things with boys and men. Julie is nervous but agrees and meets Peter, an eleven year old boy who is already a star (and Don's lover). She makes her first porno movie and loses her virginity with Peter. Julie actually enjoys making the movie and having sex and is willing, although still nervous, to make the other movies Don has planned for her....

Movie Number 3

Julie found herself in a set done up to look like an Arabian street, narrow and winding and rather gloomy. Don was at the far end filming. The set was deserted except for her. She began walking nervously towards Don. The stillness and rather forbidding scenery coupled with the knowledge that she was going to be 'kidnapped' by two men who would be doing things to her, made her nervousness quite real. Her heart was pounding and her stomach fluttered. She looked around her, trying to see where the 'attack' might come from. She was looking between two flats and didn't see the hands reach out from a doorway behind her. She screamed in fright as she was suddenly grabbed and pulled in through the doorway, caught up in the strong arms of a large man. She was aware of Don coming towards her filming and following her through the doorway, of bright lights suddenly coming on, lighting up a room that looked like a prison cell, of a man and little boy getting up from a bunk-bed against a wall and of the bare skin against her back of the man who held her. The shock of her 'kidnap' had really scared her and the strength and size of her kidnapper added to her fear and she struggled, not really acting. She was dumped unceremoniously onto a bench and before she knew what was happening, a cloth gag was tied around her head covering her mouth. The bench was covered in a sponge mattress and was long enough just for her body from buttocks to head to fit on it and only a little wider than her. There was a metal frame above it. Her wrists and ankles were grabbed and held tightly. Through frightened eyes, she saw she was being held by both men and the little boy was standing next to them watching. The second man was about the same size and age as Ken, smaller than the man who had grabbed her, who she could now see was about twenty and over six feet tall and very muscly. The boy looked to be about seven. The men and boy were all Arabic in appearance - the shorter man was wearing a loose robe like an arab would wear while her 'kidnapper' was dressed only in a baggy pair of soft trousers; and the little boy wore only a pair of underpants.

"Aaah! Ahmed! What a beauty you have got for us," the smaller man said, his fingers stroking her ankles. He pulled her legs open and looked down at the little boy. "She looks as though she has a very fine little pussy for us to play with, Mosse. Doesn't she?" The youngster nodded and smiled, rubbing his underpants. "Get the thongs," the man said to the boy and the youngster ducked under the bench and came out with some lengths of leather strips.

Overwhelmed by a mixture of fear and shock, Julie could only look on in numb wonder at how fast things were happening here. She certainly didn't have to act in this movie. She realised she was just going to be a pleasure object for these men. And what was the little boy here for? She had not expected that. The men were being rough with her and she struggled as they began tying the thonging to her wrists and ankles. In spite of her struggles, the men were far too strong and soon had her tied out on the bench, her arms and legs pulled almost painfully outwards and downwards and she was totally vulnerable and at their mercy. She looked up at them wide-eyed. Her chest rose and fell with her panting.

"Nice little titties," she heard Ahmed say, his eyes on her chest and she realised the singlet had bunched up with her struggling and had exposed her nipples. The big man reached down and took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. A stab of pain hit Julie and the little girl tried to cry out. Ahmed just laughed and rolled the hardening nub in his fingers, tugging upwards as he did so. In spite of the pain, Julie felt her nipple tingling as the man tweaked it. "Little slut's getting turned on, Joet," he said to the smaller man. "She likes her titties pulled. You want to suck her, Mosse? Here.." and he squeezed her breast so it swelled out from her chest, the nipple sticking up from the top of the small mound. The little boy fastened his mouth onto it and Julie squirmed as he began suckling on her like a baby. Her nipple seemed to swell inside the boy's hot mouth and the tingling sensation grew, tiny shocks of pleasure radiating outwards and downwards.

Starting to be stimulated by the situation in spite of her vulnerability and apprehension, she looked down at the little boy standing beside the bench leaning over and suckling on her. The other man, Joet, had gone behind him and Julie suddenly realised he had pulled the little boy's underpants off and was fondling between the youngster's legs. This was completely unexpected and something Julie had never even thought about. What was the man doing playing with a little boy's cock? She could see he had the thing held between his thumb and index finger and was rubbing up and down its length. She could see that the boy's penis was hard, but it was only tiny, about the size of the man's little finger. The boy's testes were like tiny pigeon eggs hanging beneath. Her eyes caught movement behind the boy and she glanced there to see Joet working his robe-like garment off his shoulders with his other hand. The garment dropped around him and the man was suddenly nude. Julie couldn't stop the muffled gasp when she saw what he had uncovered. Joet's body was thin and wiry with a mat of dark hair covering his chest and running down in a thin line over his stomach to broaden out again over his lower belly. This hair seemed to direct attention to the man's sexual organs and Julie's stomach flipped and she gazed in awe at the size of them. Joet's penis was standing stiffly outwards and looked to be as long and as thick as her forearm. It was a dark, brownish-purple colour and had two thick, swollen veins wriggling up it length. The head was bright pink and was like a soldier's helmet at the end of his shaft. His testicles were small in comparison to his member, but, Julie realised, they were at least as big as Ken's, although did not hang as low. Paying no attention to Julie, Joet bent his knees and put his thing in between the boy's thighs, who continued sucking on her breast, his only acknowledgement of the man's action being to spread his legs wider to accomodate him. She saw the pink head and part of the thick shaft come through under the boy's testes and she could see a drop of clear liquid at the slit in its tip.

Suddenly she felt fingers sliding up her thighs and caressing around the tight leg of her shorts and she looked down her body. Ahmed was still holding her breast for the youngster to suck on but had his other hand between her spread legs. He was looking at her as he dug his fingers in under the leg band and into the tender flesh of her pubes. He began prodding at her and pulling her labia apart beneath the tight fabric and Julie moaned as he hurt the inner flesh, still tender and bruised from her earlier fucking. She struggled against the gag and leather ties, but that only tightened them around her wrists and ankles; and Ahmed squeezed her breast harder, his fingers digging into the small mound of her flesh. "What's the matter, slut? You don't like me touching your pussy?" he asked her. "Hey, Joet. Get your cock away from Mosse for a little while. Little bitch here doesn't like me touching her pussy."

The other man stood up and let go of the little boy. He looked at what Ahmed was doing and bent down to his robe. Julie gave a cry of real fear when he straightened back up and she saw he had a long, thin knife in his hand. Her head swung towards Don, her eyes wide and imploring, but he was filming Ahmed's fingers delving under her shorts and did not look at her. Her head swung back to Joet and she struggled vainly, her cries just muffled grunting, as he brought the knife towards her breast.

"Stop your struggling, girlie, or I'll cut your tits off!" he growled menacingly. Julie's heart pounded. She was at the mercy of these two men and it really seemed she was in extreme peril. She stopped her struggling and watched the man as he brought the knife closer to her breast. The little boy had stopped sucking her when the man withdrew his penis from between his legs and was standing beside the bed watching the knife getting closer to the nipple he had been on. His sucking had made it stiff and the puckered nub stood up on the gentle mound that would, one day, be a full breast.

Julie grunted in fear as the man put the knife tip to her nipple, the cold steel point causing goose bumps to rise over her chest. He depressed her nipple with the flat of the blade and laughed. Then he brought the knife up towards her chin under the halter top and suddenly pulled upwards, cutting the flimsy material from her. Julie gave a muffled scream, thinking he was going to cut her throat and both men laughed. She was petrified. What was going to happen to her? Pressure between her legs brought her awareness back to where Ahmed was fondling her under her shorts. Joet brought the knife blade to her hip and she felt him slide it flat against her skin and draw it upwards, slicing along the seam of the shorts. She felt the tight material loosening as he opened the seam right up, jerking the knife through the tougher waistband. With the release of the tension Ahmed immediately dug his fingers into her vagina, pulling her young flesh open as he poked into her. Julie's body arched up against her bindings as the man invaded her. She grunted as he pressed his hand over her clitoris and began rubbing hard against it, Joet and the boy watching intently. Julie was amazed to feel her body responding even though she was terrified - the tingling even more intense than before.

"The little cunt's getting stiff!" Ahmed exclaimed, removing his hand and pulling up the flap of her shorts to look at her. "Just have a look at her button. Its nearly as big as Mosse's cock!" Joet and the boy looked at her.

"Let's get rid of those shorts," Joet said. "Can't see a fuckin' thing with them on her."

Julie froze as she saw and felt the knife go down between her legs. She felt the cold steel at the top of her thighs as the man slid the knife under the crutch of the shorts. Then it was touching her sex, the blade like ice pressed against her swollen labia. Julie screamed inside, holding her breath and keeping as still as she could. Visions of being sliced down there flooded her brain. Then the knife moved and she let out a deep gasp of relief as she felt the seam of her shorts give way then her pants being pulled from her. She was now nude, totally exposed to the men and boy and, with her arms and legs tied out like they were, unable to move.

"Look at this pretty little cunt!" Joet said, his fingers going between her legs and pulling her labia open. "Like to bury your cock in that, Ahmed? And look at her clit! It is nearly as big as Mosse's dick!" The little girl squirmed as the man prodded and poked her as he spoke, taking hold of her clitoris and squeezing the stiffened bud. Tingles rippled up and outwards through her body as he rolled it between his fingers. "Mmmmm! She's wet. Sexy little bitch likes it rough!"

"So do I," Ahmed growled, rubbing his crotch. He undid the tie on his pants. "You think she's gonna like this," he said, letting the loose pants drop.

Julie couldn't help but stare at the big man's body as he stood naked between her spread thighs at the foot of the bench. He was completely hairless, his skin smooth and copper coloured. Muscles rippled beneath his skin and his belly looked hard and flat. It was his penis, though, that drew the little girl's eyes. It was standing stiffly erect and was even bigger than Joet's, longer and thicker and slightly darker than his skin. It was smoother, though, and the large, mushroom head was almost covered by the skin on the shaft, just the tip and a large slit visble. The glans was a bright pink and wet looking beneath the darker foreskin. A large bulge ran up the length of the penis on its underside, this bulge going down into the large sac that held two immense testes. Ahmed's balls hung almost halfway down his thick thighs, the skin on his scrotum smooth and hairless, looking as thin as a semi-deflated balloon. His testicles were clearly visible within the thin membrane. Julie was fascinated in spite of her awe; and petrified knowing that that monstrous organ was more than likely going to end up inside her.

Ahmed took hold of himself and pulled his foreskin back, exposing the bright pink crown of his organ. Wet and glistening under the bright light, Julie had the weird thought that it looked to be made of the same shiny vinyl as the cheap jacket her mum wore when she was going on the streets at night. He pressed it downwards, aiming it towards her and the little girl looked down her immobile body and watched as the monstrous head moved out of sight below the mound of her pubes. Then it was at her and she twitched as she felt the smooth heat of him against her. In spite of her fear, his touch sent tingles shooting into her belly and she had an overwhelming urge for the man's organ to enter her. Memories of the pleasure of Peter's penis thrusting in and out of her came rushing back and she wanted the man's thing to do the same.

"Not yet, you horny bastard," Joet said, putting his hand over Julie's sex and blocking Ahmed's entry. "We're going to have a little bit of fun first." He bent down and put the knife on the floor and picked up something else. Julie tried to see what he was holding. She realised she didn't like the smaller man, he frightened her and had a cruel face. She glanced at the little boy, wondering how he had got mixed up in all this. Probably the same way she had! But he looked to be enjoying it - and he didn't seem to mind Joet playing with him or putting his hard thing on him. In fact he seemed to like the men's erections; and his own little penis was still stiff as he watched the adults.

"You know what these are, girlie?" Ahmed asked, bringing Julie's attention back to him. He was standing by her chest and held two metal things in his hand. Julie looked at them and shook her head in puzzlement. "Mosse does, though, don't you, little one?" The boy nodded, a grin lighting his face. "You want to....?" The little boy nodded again and took the proferred objects.

They were like nothing Julie had ever seen before, small flat metal rectangles with what looked to be a screw on one side and she watched in fascination and curiosity as the little boy moved up towards her chest. Her nipples had stiffened again when Ahmed had begun touching her and the little boy took hold of the one he had been suckling, putting one of the metal rectangles around it. The touch of the cool metal on her hot flesh caused goosebumps to rise around her nipple. She watched in puzzlement as Mosse began turning the screw on the side of the object. Then she felt her nipple being squeezed and realized the thing was a clamp that was being tightened on her stiffened nub. She moaned as her nipple was pinched between the two pieces of metal and a stab of pain shot down into her belly. The boy giggled and took her other nipple, repeating the process with the clamp until it, too, was squeezed tightly. The pain was not extreme but enough to bring tears to her eyes and Julie struggled in her bonds, making the men laugh at her futile efforts. Julie felt helpless and humiliated when her fitful struggles finally ceased. This was something she had never experienced or even knew about - the inflicting of pain for sexual excitement. She now no longer knew what to expect. She knew she was going to be touched, fondled and have men's penises put into her in these films, and she was willing for this to happen - in fact wanted it to happen. But what was happening now was scaring her. Having Ken squirt his man stuff into her mouth then weeing into her had ended up being very exciting, even though it was new and strange and frightening for her at the beginning. She wondered whether this would end up being the same. She realized the initial pain had gone, replaced by a sensitivity in her squeezed nipples she had never felt before. She looked down and saw that Mosse was licking the tip of one nipple and Joet had leaned over and was licking the other. Tingles ran like electric shocks from her breasts to her groin. Joet's erection was near her face and she couldn't help staring at it, so angry and aggressive looking with its surrounding matt of black hairs. Her sex twitched at the thought of that huge organ being pushed into her.

A sudden sharp pain between her legs caused her whole body to suddenly jerk and the man and boy stood up and looked down her body. Julie gasped as she felt herself being pulled open, pain unrelenting either side of her sex. Through tear-filled eyes she could see her three tormentors standing by her hips and looking between her legs. She blinked her eyes to clear the tears as Joet turned back towards her.

"You like the clamps?" he grinned, showing her what looked like a smooth-edged hair clip. "You like the feel of these clamped on your pussy lips?" She realised Ahmed had fixed one of the clips on each of her labia and was holding her open by pulling them apart. Her tender flesh was stretched to its limit. "You know what we do now?" Joet continued, a sneer making his face look sinister. Julie felt fear over-ride the pain and her eyes widened. She would have screamed if the gag wasn't so tight. She shook her head. "We're going to attach you to this frame," the little man said, reaching up to take thin chains from the frame surrounding the bench. His penis waved in front of her. The young girl looked up and saw a clip on the end of each chain. "First your titties," Joet said and he snapped a clip to the clamps squeezing each nipple. "Then your pussy," and he turned away and she felt the clips attached to the clamps between her legs.

Then Joet attached the chains coming from her nipples to the frame, tugging them so her nipples were stretched upwards making small cones on her chest and causing her some discomfort. Then he did the same to the ones attached to her labia, pulling these even tighter and stretching her wide open. The clamps bit into her tender skin and the pain was more intense.

"Now for the finishing touch," the little man said, holding a peg in front of Julie's pain-filled eyes. "You know where this is going to go?" he asked cruelly. Julie just stared at him, her heart pounding. She kept rigidly still, trying not to pull the chains any tighter. "This one goes on that stiff little clit of yours, sweetie. Just like this," and Julie's body bucked as he clamped the peg onto her most sensitive organ. Her sharp movement tightened the attached chains and her nipples and labia were stretched to their limit, bolts of pain shooting through her young body. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held her body rigid. Then a chain was attached to the peg and her clitoris was stretched upwards as Joet fixed the chain to the frame above the bench. Julie was helpless, any movement bringing sharp stabs of pain.

Julie looked towards Don for help but he was kneeling between her legs filming her abused pussy. She was really frightened. This movie seemed to be getting way out of hand. The men were stroking between her legs and she could feel their fingers pressing into her vagina and touching her swollen genitals and, in spite of her fear and pain, their touch rekindled the sexual tingling and, to her absolute amazement, she felt herself becoming aroused again. The men noticed it too and looked up at her.

"Starting to like it, hey?" Joet said. "You want me to take off the gag?"

Julie looked at him and nodded.

"Mosse, kneel up on the bench, near her head, and, if she squeals or makes too much noise, sit on her mouth," he said, grinning to the little boy. The youngster did as he was told immediately, scrambling up to kneel above Julie's head. She looked up and could see between his spread legs, his buttocks directly above her eyes. His tight little scrotum and stiff penis hovered only inches above her mouth. He plucked the chains attached to the clamps on her nipples and Julie felt them tingle as they were stretched tighter. Sexual excitement was building inside her kindled by her vulnerable position and the abuse of her sexual parts and the little girl was confused. How could her body be stimulated by the degradation being inflicted upon her? She was being used by these men as a sexual plaything and she was hurting, but her body still became aroused. Was this what sex was really like? It seemed as though men really wanted to do dirty things rather than just fuck her like Bobby had done. She looked up at the boy above her as Joet undid the gag. Would he really sit on her face if she cried out? She knew he would.

"There," Joet said as he tugged the gag from under her head. "Now you can suck this." Before Julie could react, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face towards him. Then he pressed the slimy knob of his penis to her mouth, forcing her lips apart and pushing it inside her. It filled her mouth and she almost gagged. His taste was pungent, salty and sour, and he was pressing so hard the slick head was at her throat. Her body writhed as he pressed into her and the clamps on her nipples and labia tugged her flesh, bringing sharp but not unpleasurable pain to her tender parts. To her amazement, she found she was starting to enjoy the abuses she was being subjected to. In spite of the taste and the brutal way Joet was using her, Julie realised she loved the feel of the man in her mouth, loved the smooth feel of the satiny skin, loved the powerful strength, the solidness of the male sexual organ and knowing it was her that was the cause of its stiffness. She found she was eager for it to begin pumping its juices into her.

Joet began to move himself backwards and forwards in her mouth, each time he pressed inwards, forcing his penis further and further into her throat, his testicles swinging and brushing against her cheek as he moved. His hands fondled Mosse, who squatted lower, his buttocks spread wider over Julie's face. The man stroked a finger towards the young boy's anus and Julie saw him push it into the boy, slipping easily through the youngster's sphincter while still working on her mouth. He pistoned his finger in and out in time with his penis, while Mosse played with the chains attached to her nipples, stretching and releasing them in similar rhythm. Julie could feel her excitement building higher and higher. She was only dimly aware of Don moving up and down her body, filming everything that was going on and murmuring, "Good....Great!...Oh yeah!...." to himself as he did so.

Then a sudden hard pressure between her legs caused her to jerk, stretching the chains and her labia and she looked down her body to see what was happening. Ahmed was standing between her legs and pressing his huge organ down onto her. He was going to force his huge erection into her! Julie could feel the unrelenting pressure against her pulled open centre, the blunt knob forcing the opening to her vagina wider and wider to accomodate it. Julie tried to moan, to rock her head from side to side as the man bore into her, but she could only make guttural sounds as Joet held her head firmly and filled her mouth with his organ. Ahmed began wriggling the peg attached to her clitoris and Julie gave a muffled squeal as a mixture of pain and intense pleasure coursed through her. The man's huge penis suddenly slipped into her, its length forcing her impossibly wide as it drove up into her belly.

It was all too much for the young girl and she jerked and writhed as her orgasm struck, powerful waves of pleasure taking control of her body. The chains dragged the clamps attached to her nipples and labia, stretching them painfully out from her body; but the pain only heightened her climax. She was almost senseless, her awareness focussed entirely on her body's sensations, giving herself over to her sexual release. Her mouth filled with a gluey cream and she became aware that Joet was ejaculating into her, his seed spurting into her throat and mouth and she swallowed convulsively, unable to prevent the hot fluid from dribbling out of her mouth. And then he was gone, leaving only his slimy taste behind. She opened her eyes to see that the little boy had taken hold of Joet's jerking penis and was holding it against his hip, letting the jets of semen squirt over his tiny erection where it pooled before sliding down his testes and dripping onto Julie's face. Don was standing beside her filming every detail. As awareness of what was happening around her came back, so her orgasm slowly faded. She was still aware of the thick length of Ahmed embedded in her vagina, but he had ceased moving while Don concentrated on Joet and Mosse at Julie's head. Her face was splattered with the man's sperm and she could do nothing to wipe it away, feeling it sliding coldly down her cheeks and chin. When Joet's penis had finished spilling seed, the little boy rubbed the knob over Julie's face, smearing the man's discharge over her skin. Then he lowered his bottom onto Julie, sliding himself down over her face until he was squatting at the top of her chest. She could smell the musky odour of him from the man's penetration and she didn't know whether she liked it or not.

She was aware of Don moving away and Joet stepping back from her. The she felt Ahmed begin moving between her legs and she grunted as the thick, hard shaft began pushing up and down inside her. Each thrust in caused her to cry out, as much from the stretching of her inner passage as from the tugging on her labia from the clamps. Once again she felt the peg on her clitoris being jiggled, either by Ahmed or by Mosse, and sharp twinges of pleasurable pain streaked upwards. Her sex felt on fire as the man rasped himself harder and faster into her. Knowing she was being filmed and watched down there while she was being forcibly penetrated by such a huge penis and being pulled apart and abused by the clamps was giving her an incredible sexual sensation. She had no control over her body and she screamed as another powerful orgasm ripped through her causing the chains to tighten even more and fiery pains lanced into her most tender spots, heightening her orgasm even more.

As though from outside of herself, she heard Ahmed cry out then felt his sperm shoot up through his swelling, pulsating shaft and burst deep into her belly. She writhed as he pounded her before withdrawing and squirting a stream of his semen up over her naked body. She felt momentary disappointment as the huge organ left her, making her feel empty inside, but then it plunged back into her, causing her to cry out in ecstacy. She seemed to blackout, her sensations of pleasure overwhelming her, seeming to go on and on and then suddenly fading away.

Julie lay exhausted on the bench, her arms and legs drooped off the sides, needing no anchors to hold them down, her muscles felt so weak. Her nipples were still pulled up into cones from the clamps chained to the frame above, and her labia, swollen and reddened, were still stretched outwards and upwards. The peg attached to her clitoris moved with each beat of her heart. Joet had lifted Mosse from off her chest and the two men and boy were standing beside her, looking down at her and laughing. Don had moved away to film the whole scene.

"Aaaah! What a fuck she was!" Ahmed said, squeezing his now softened penis in his hand.

"Its too bad we can't keep her," Joet said. "She makes a lovely playmate for us, hey, Mosse?" The little boy nodded. Julie was only dimly aware of Joet coming up beside her head as he spoke. "We must leave here, now. Someone will be looking for the little one. Its too bad...." He bent down.

Julie realised only when he brought his hand around to her throat that he was holding the knife. Her eyes widened in horror as she suddenly realised what he was going to do. She opened her mouth to scream when Don yelled out, "Cut!"

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"You were fantastic, baby! Absolutely fantastic!" Don enthused. "We'll get thousands for that film! It was the greatest one I've done like that!"

Julie sat quietly, drinking a coke. Her heart was still pounding from the fright she had received. Don had apologised, telling her he had wanted it to look real and so hadn't warned her, that he had faded out as he called 'cut' and hadn't meant it as 'cut her throat' as she had thought. That didn't console Julie that much, though, and she had been really angry and upset and it had taken the three men quite a few minutes to calm her down. They hugged her and soothed her and told her she was definitely the best little girl they had ever worked with. Their warmth and praise had finally gotten through and she had eventually calmed down. Once she had settled, she found that Joet and Ahmed were quite nice men, not at all like the characters they had played in the film. They had sat around talking for a while, the men drinking a beer and Mosse and Julie having a coke. She had expected Peter and Ken to return, but they hadn't. The men remained naked, and Julie found herself fascinated by their relaxed penises as they walked and sat around in front of her. Joet's had shrunk to be not much bigger than Pete's, but Ahmed's was still very long and thick, even though it was soft, almost as big as it was when hard. Mosse sat on Ahmed's lap as they talked and Julie was surprised to discover that he was Ahmed's son, although his penis size was definitely an indication, she thought.

The three had then gone off to have a shower, after finishing their beers and giving her a last hug, both of the men saying they hoped they would get to do more films with her. Don was packing his gear away and talking to her enthusiastically.

"You will be my brightest star, sweetie," he said, looking over at her. "I can't believe you did all those things with no fuss! And you were a virgin!" Julie couldn't believe it herself, but she had really enjoyed the learning. She thought she could handle anything Don liked to give her from now on and her mother would be really pleased with her. She did want to have another time with Peter, she had truly enjoyed having him have sex with her and was glad he was first. She also really loved the men's penises, their size and hardness and the strength of the men themselves. She realised she was actually looking forward to her next sessions...when her pussy had stopped hurting, that was.

"You're a natural, honey, and I'll tell your mum to bring you again next Saturday. I've got a couple of new people for you. Boy! I can't believe it!" He kept shaking his head as he packed up. He then sat down beside her. "What did you think of your first day? Did you enjoy it?"

Julie looked up at him. "I really enjoyed the first one with Peter. And I had fun with Ken, after we got started. I guess I was a bit surprised when he started coming in my mouth and then weeing on me, but I liked it in the end." She went quiet, taking a long sip of her coke.

"What about the last one?" he asked her.

"I dunno...." she began. "I was really scared most of the time. I thought they were really going to hurt me. But I guess, now its over, I liked it, you know, when they put those pegs on me. It hurt a bit but it made me feel like I did in the other pictures."

"I'm glad," Don said, putting his arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze. "I have a group of clients who pay really big money for films like that. You get extra bonuses for those films as well. If you get excited by being tied up and having your nipples and cunt clamped, it makes it much easier to make more of them. You reckon you could do that?"

Julie nodded and smiled. Mum would be pleased about the extra money. She finished her coke and looked at Don. "Can I have a shower now?" she asked.

Don smiled. "You can have anything you want, baby," he said, sliding his hand around her buttocks and pulling her to him. He kissed her forehead, his other hand squeezing her unformed breast. "And I'm also going to give you another bonus, as well as your pay," he said. He took her hand and put it to the front of his tracksuit. She could feel his thing was stiff inside them. He saw the look on her face and laughed. "I know your pussy's too sore at the moment, but, I've got just the thing to ease the pain. Now, let's get you to the shower," and he put his arm around her, guiding her out the door. He stroked her nude body as they walked to the bathroom, already planning his next move with this gorgeous young star.

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Don adjusted the water and Julie ducked in under the shower, the warm water soothing her sweaty and semen smeared body. She stood under the water, letting it flow over her and watched Don undressing. He had a nice body, she thought, her eyes seeing his broad tanned back and tapering waist. Then he slid his pants down, his rounded buttocks smooth and tanned and his hairless legs coming into view. She liked the look of him and thought he was better looking and had a better body than his other men performers. She wondered why he didn't star in the movies. Don turned towards her and Julie finally saw his genitals. He was as beautiful down there as was the rest of him and she stared at him in wonder. He wasn't as big as Ahmed and Joet, nor as big as Ken, but he was certainly man-sized and his penis looked sleek and smooth as it stuck out horizontaly from his lightly haired groin. His testes were as large as the other men's and hung low from his body. In spite of her tenderness, she felt a little spasm of pleasure in her vagina as she watched him walk towards her. She knew she was soon going to be touching that erection and probably having it inside her and she shivered in anticipation.

Don stopped just before the shower recess and took hold of his penis, pulling the foreskin back from the glans, exposing the pink cap to Julie. "What do you think, honey? You like the look of my cock?"

Julie blushed and nodded shyly. She still couldn't get used to the way all of the men and boys she had met here today walked around with their things stiff and talked dirty and did dirty things without any embarrassment or shyness in front of each other and her. Or the way they just looked at and touched her body and cunny whenever they wanted to. Even though they had done things to her she had never even knew were things men did to girls and had put their things into her and wee-ed on her and squirted their stuff in and on her, she still felt shy when it happened -like now, being alone with Don. This man had watched her having those things done to her, had focussed his camera onto her most private areas and had seen her like nobody ever before had ever seen her - including herself! And yet she felt shy being like this with him. She really did enjoy having the men get aroused and do those things to her and she wondered whether she, too, would eventually be able to be as relaxed about it as they all seemed to be.

Don came in under the shower, his stiff penis brushing against her chest as he let the water cascade over him. He took hold of her shoulders and pressed her to him, her face squashing against his belly, trapping his hardness between her little-girl breasts. "Mmmmm!" he grunted. "Watching you perform has made me as horny as hell, baby." His hands ran down her back and grabbed beneath her buttocks. "Your pussy sore?" he asked her as his fingers gently stroked between her legs, just touching the edge of her vulva.

"A little bit," Julie replied looking up at him, a tingling beginning as he touched her in spite of the slight soreness.

Don rubbed his hands gently between her legs, the water making his hands slip over her bare skin. "I've got some cream that will make this sweet little cunt feel better, sweetheart," he said. "We'll just wash off first, hey?" He let her go and got a cake of musk-scented soap and lathered it in his hands. Then he knelt down, his face level with her nipples and began soaping all over her body, his hands paying particular attention to her unformed breasts with their stiffened buds, her backside and between her buttocks, and, of course, the swollen mound between her legs. His hands felt soothing and exciting at the same time and Julie felt herself trembling under his touch. Without even thinking, she leaned slightly forwards and her hands went to his huge organ, one cupping underneath the large dangling sac with its twin slippery balls while her other attempted to wrap around Don's manhood. She began to automatically rub up and down his shaft, her gaze fixed on the red glans as it came and went beneath its thin skin covering. His slit was large, almost reaching right across the knob and she found herself eagerly anticipating seeing his stuff come squirting out of him. Her hand moved rhythmically and Don's fingers caressed between her engorged labia, their tenderness now over-ridden by the pleasure of his touch.

"Oh, shit, honey!" he grunted. "You're gonna make me cum!" and he began to rise. She could feel him starting to spasm and then felt the pulse run through his cock and watched the jet of sticky grey goo squirt out in a thick stream, splattering over her belly and pubes. "Fuuuuck! Oh, Sweet Jesus!!" Don cried out as he orgasmed, his sperm spraying out in powerful bursts, his body jerking from the force of each ejaculation. His fingers dug into her pussy, the pain he caused and the excitement of watching his jissom erupting out of his penis and feeling it splashing onto her body bringing Julie to her own shuddering climax. She couldn't help but collapse against him as her trembling knees buckled beneath her. Her hands were covered in the sticky essence that was now oozing from Don's cock. Don wrapped his powerful arms around her and pulled her naked body tightly against him, lowering his face and pressing it against her semen covered breasts, kissing her nipples and smearing his juices over his own mouth and cheeks. His bristles rubbed roughly against her tender buds but this was not an unpleasant pain to Julie. They held each other until their bodies finally steadied.

"Fuck, baby," Don eventually said, holding her out at arms length, the warm shower still spraying over them both and gradually washing his essence from them. "You are one hell of a sexy little girl. I've never had anyone as fuckin' sexy as you. You'll be a real star, honey." He looked at her bare pubes. "That little cunt of your's is going to earn you a fortune." He reached up and turned off the shower. "We'd better get that stuff I told you about and look after it very carefully. Its a precious little cunny." He stood up and got a fluffy white towel off the rail and began drying her down, his hands tender and gentle as he patted her dry. He gave himself a cursory drying off then took her hand and led her through the studio and into what was a huge bedroom through a doorway beyond the 'bazaar'. It was luxuriously appointed, the walls painted a neutral colour with modern robes and dresser and the largest bed Julie had ever seen. It was covered in a soft looking fleecy material like sheepskin and she ran her hand over it as they walked past. The bed was big enough for six people she reckoned.

"We make movies in here, too," Don told her as he opened a drawer. "Your next one we'll do in here with a couple of other kids and a man and a woman." He took out a jar of cream and unscrewed the lid. "Would you like that?"

Julie nodded. She saw their reflection in a huge mirror that ran the length of the wall beside the bed. She looked so tiny beside this big naked man, she thought, turning her body slightly so she could see her front. She had several red patches on her, around her nipples, across her belly and a large area around her pubes and the top of her inner thighs from where the men and boys had rubbed against her young virginal flesh as they had used her.

"Lie down on the bed, sweetie, with your legs wide towards me."

Julie looked at Don as he spoke, her stomach churning. She was too sore and exhausted to have any more done to her. But she was too weak to resist.

Don saw the look in her eyes and he smiled. "Don't worry, honey. I'm just going to rub this cream into your cunt. It'll take away all the soreness and redness. I'll wait until next Saturday to fuck you."

Julie breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on the bed. Its covering was soft and ticklish against her nudity. She opened her legs and raised her knees slightly as Don sat on the edge of the bed between them. He took a dollop of the cream and began rubbing it gently around her sex, gradually working it into her skin and inside her. He paid particular attention to her labia, stroking the cream along her swollen folds of skin between his thumb and forefinger. It soothed her and excited her at the same time, the cream and the gentle stroking of his fingers, especially when he began to work it around her stiffened clitoris. But he didn't bring her off or deliberately fondle her for arousal, more intent on having her comfortable than having her sexually stimulated. But he was aware of her building excitement as he massaged her clit.

"It looks like you're ready for another round already," he said, his eyes sparkling. "This little bud of your's loves being touched, doesn't it? I guess your whole body loves it." His hands moved upwards rubbing the cream over her pubic mound and belly, up towards her chest. "And these wonderful little tits," he said, taking a nipple between the thumb and finger of both hands and rubbing the cream into them. "They're as bad as that clit of your's," he laughed. "They get stiff the minute anyone comes near them." He rubbed his hands over her chest. "Thankfully," he added laughingly.

Julie felt wonderful. The cream had eased the throbbing aches and paled the redness and Don's gentle hands soothed all of the tension from everywhere. He gradually slowed his massaging until he was no longer moving, his hands just resting on her, one between her legs, the other on her belly. She looked up at him, her expression relaxed to match her body.

"Mmmmm. That was nice," she told him.

"I enjoyed it, madam," he said grinning. He stood up and reached down for her, taking her hand and gently raising her up. "Your mum's going to be here soon. Its almost five o'clock. You'd better get dressed, sweetheart." He opened a drawer and took out a pair of shorts and stepped into them.

Julie felt slightly disappointed that the afternoon had come to an end. Only a few hours ago she had been a virgin, an untouched, inexperienced little girl. In those few hours she'd been fucked by a boy and a man, been wee'd on, had drunk a man's wee, had men's stuff squirted on body and in her mouth and cunny, seen and touched seven penises and been tortured and abused; and she was disappointed it was over! She shook her head in disbelief. She really had enjoyed it.

"Let's go, baby," Don said, his arm going around her shoulder and guiding her out of the room. He had a pile of papers in his hand that he'd taken from the top drawer of the dresser and, when they were back in the original studio and she was putting her clothes back on, he showed it to her. "Its two thousand dollars," he said. "Your first pay packet."

"Wow!!!!" Julie squealed. "Did I do that good?! Mum will be really happy!"

"I told you you were a star, honey. You'll earn lots more than this. And I've made arrangements with a banker friend of mine that half of this goes into an account just for you. Get used to it. We'll see you again next weekend...we might even get you for both Saturday and Sunday. You reckon you could handle that?" Julie nodded, her eyes still looking in disbelief at the money. He gave her a squeeze. "Great. I'm already looking forward to it. Now. Where's your mum?".........