cute09.txt Part 9 As Ian hung suspended from the stair banister, his mouth full of a pair of little-girl panties that were sodden with his own sperm, his aunt Tina spoke. "I hope you don't mind kids, but as well as Juliette, I've a few other people coming to our little party! I haven't seen my daughter, Michaela for a few days, so my friend who's been looking after her should arrive soon! Hmm. I do hope that Bobbi hasn't hurt her! You'll love Bobbi Ian, maybe you too Sophie. She looks like an eighteen year old Brigit Bardot, all pout and innocence, but she's a vicious slut when she wants to be! Then I've asked Nikki to come, because she loves me! Do you know her Sophie? She's only thirteen, but she's very sexy. Doesn't like men though, does she Ian?" Ian's memory flooded with the agony he had felt when Nikki and Tina had burnt his cock with hot coffee, and hoped that it wasn't an experience he'd have to repeat... "I don't like men very much either, but I have told a few gay guys I know that theres some nice juvenile ass here for them, should they want it! Ian seems to be developing a taste for man after all, and I'm sure they'll be pleased to help him broaden his new found interest! And you never know Sophie, if I feel like it I might let them give Juliette and yourself a little ass-fucking, especially if it makes Ian jealous!" "Oooh. Yes please!" said Sophie, much to Ian's evident distress. "I've never done that before, and I bet it's really uncomfortable. Ian could lick my bottom clean after they'd cum into it!" "Sure he would" laughed Tina. "You're a spunky kid Sophie. I like you! Anyway, all in all, I think this could turn out to be quite a night, so to get me in the right mood, will you tell me some more of your story? Sophie grinned and returned to her tale. "Taking a final pleasing look at little Anna and Jacqui's cum- covered and tear-stained contorted little faces, the driver left them, walking to the centre of the bus. "So Ladies" he asked. "Who's going to be first?". They were all so desperate for a piss, that all raised their hands immediately. He scanned his eyes around the room. As he'd requested, they were dressed up in various costumes. The dress he'd provided was deliberately provocotive, showing lots of bare-flesh on both mothers and daughters, so he rapidly felt his stiffness returning. He pointed at a striking red-haired woman near the back of the bus, ushering her forward. As she walked, holding the hand of her eleven year old daughter, he confirmed the 'rules'. "You're all dressed up for me - that's a good start, and just as well. When I call you forward, you're to wait while I set up a 'stage' for you. I may then want to apply a few props! Now I'm so pleased with the way you all look, that I've decided to video your little shows, as well as photograph them, so be ready to put on your very best performance! By the way, should you decide not to act properly, I won't mess about!" Raising his arm he waved a short-barelled shot-gun, raising a murmer of distress from his audiance. He looked around as he spoke, his gaze settling on a little girl stood by one of the aisle seats. Unlike the others, she remained in her uniform gym-slip, its hem long by comparison, reaching down to just above her knees. The driver loved the sight of a little-girl's bare legs, and had chosen costumes accordingly, so this infuriated him. Running to her he grabbed the kid by one of her pig-tails, and her mothers arm, pulling them forward. The mother, dressed in an abbreviated police-woman's dress looked surprisingly unconcerned. A pair of hand-cuffs hung from the woman's belt, that he snapped shut on a wrist, attaching the other cuff to a nearby table. Returning to the woman's child, he raised his hand to hit her then stopped. Looking in the six year old's pretty round face, he could clearly see the dark hue of a black-eye, and a swelling around one of her ears. He took hold of the gym-slip's skirt and lifted it over her head, then slowly unbuttonned her blouse. What he saw surprised even him. Her lithe young girlish body was covered with the welts of many harsh whippings. Hundreds of scars criss-crossed her body, from her upper thighs, over her pussy, her stomach, breasts, sides and back. Many had drawn blood from the scabs that covered their length. "Shit! Who did this to you kid?" he asked. "Mommy and Daddy" she replied dolefully. He looked up at the mother who was now smiling. "Fuck her if you want to.." she said. "She's not worth much else, silly little bitch." The driver moved his fingers to the daughter's swolan pussy, easily slipping in two fingers. "I've fingered whores who are tighter than this!" he exclaimed. The woman giggled. "Yes... We've been stretching her since she was a baby! She's very obediant too. Watch!" "Kitten? Push the man's gun into your pussy darling?" The little girl pushed herself onto the table, lifting up her feet. Parting her knees first, she reached for the barrel of the loaded shotgun, pulling it between her knees, then down so that it pointed at her sweet pink labia. Spreading these with her fingers, she pulled at the barrel hard, squeeling as its front sight tore slightly at the entrance to her love-canal. More tugging left her crying but still she pulled, and soon six inches of the barrel was inside of her, its outline visible as it pressed out her lower abdomen. The woman raised her fingers to her mouth, parting her puffy lips slightly. "Go on.. Fire. I don't mind!" she said, her voice turning husky, but this was too much, even for the driver. "You really want me to, don't you?" he asked. The mother nodded coquettishly. "Fuck me... Well, maybe later - this is too easy for my taste. But you might be able to help me..." The driver yanked the barrel from the little-girl's pussy, pushing her off the table so that she landed in a heap by its side. "Stay there!" he ordered, then opened the woman's hand- cuffs. "I suppose you're enjoying all this?" he asked. "Ooh, yes. But I don't want to get hurt!" she replied. "Ok. I'll let you help if you want. First thing you can do is be my narrator as the girls do their stuff. You manage that?" "Sure!" she said. "My name's Heidi by the way. We make films of Kitten all the time and I love talking dirty to her. If she wasn't such a little gold-mine I'd have finished her off years ago!" "OK - well you can see our first two actresses here. This is what we're going to do..." The driver whispered into Heidi's ear for a few minutes, whilst the Mother and daughter from the back walked back and forth, hands pressed against the crotch, as they tried to forget their desperate need to urinate. The costumes they had chosen were those of a sporting scene. The beautiful red-haired mother wore a green english Barbour jacket that reached to just below her waist, a small bush of red pubic hair visible underneath. The eleven year old daughter looked cute in a yellow rubberised mac, with matching short yellow rubber boots. Her Mac left slightly more to the imagination as it flared out, to finish at her upper thighs. As a prop, the mother held a short thick fishing rod, a small hook attached to a short length of nylon fishing line that hung from its end. "Right ladies. Time to start and don't forget the gun!" Heidi pinned up a large white sheet across one of the wide windows that were placd next to the central tables. She then unfolded a roll of fabric onto which had been painted the backdrop of a fast flowing Salmon river. The table was like a stage, as it sat between the cameras and lights, and the backdrop. The table was sufficiently low , and the bus ceiling high for the mother to stand upright, as she was ushered up by Heidi. She looked at the driver, frightened, as he reached into the carton, a drew out a small plastic container. "Hold the fishing rod out bitch!" he commanded, as he pulled on a rubber glove. "Heidi, hold the girl." The slutty woman took the red-head's child, pulling her onto her lap, a hand moving straight for the eleven year-old innocent's pussy. "We want this to be as realistic as possible, so lets add some bait to your rod shall we?" asked the driver. From inside the container, and using his gloved hand, he pulled out a long slimy earth-worm, pushing one end of it's wiggling form onto the large barbed fishing hook. "We'll prepare your little girl's rod in a moment. First though, I'm going to blind-fold you both, just because it looks better. He showed her two blindfolds, the second rod, and four cotton wool ear plugs as he spoke. Quickly, he wrapped the black silk material around her head, the pushed the cotton into her ears. He faked a slap towards the woman's face, but she didn't flinch. Moving his lips to her ear, he asked "You don't mind if we rape your little girl do you?". Again there was no response, the woman continuing to stand silently. "Good. Those seem to have worked!". He heard a chuckle from Heidi and turned to her. "The kid wants to know when she gets her fishing-rod and blindfold" laughed Heidi. The driver turned. "Sorry kid.. You're not really going to be a fisherman. You're going to be your mommy's fish! Heidi? The kid should be wet - this is where you can use the bag. As Heidi stood, the driver noticed blood seeping from the eleven year-old's hairless little cunt. "What have you done now?" he asked his assitant, exasperated. "Oh - nothing really - I just love taking a little girls virginity. I had to push three fingers in before she tore!" "Well get on with this for the moment, and you can do what you like with any of them..." Heidi moved to the terrified mother, and held the black plastic bag between her thighs. "Piss Slut!" she commanded. When there was no response she realised that the woman could't hear her, so temporarily pulled one of the cotton-wool ear-plugs out and repeated her command. A few seconds passed before the woman said "I'm sorry.. I am! I can't - I've been holding on for too long!" "Bullshit!" exclaimed Heidi, driving a clenched fist hard into the poor woman's kidneys. "See! That helped!" she said, as the womans urethra opened and a stream of yellow piss entered the bag. It seemed to go on and on, but soon the torrent lessened, and leaving the remainder to drip onto the table, Heidi held up the bag. "Ok - Now get the child onto the table!" Heidi picked up the woman's daughter and after pulling off the mac, so as to leave her naked, dropped her at the mother's feet. Tilting the bag, she begin to pour its contents over the school-girl's pretty face, into her hair, then all over her lithe young body. The baby-doll tried to twist and turn but it was to no avail, and soon the eleven year old looked like a slimy drowned rat. "Slut!" the driver addressed the little girl, but she had her fingers at her watering eyes, trying to clear then of her mothers stinging urine. "Slut! Answer me!" Still the make-believe fish- girl failed to respond. Then there was a little voice from under the table. "Y-y-yes?" it came quietly. "Kitten you slag. He doesn't mean you!" said Heidi. "Sorry" she smiled at the driver. "We tend to call her that at home! Though since she answered might you want to use her to demonstrate?" "Good idea Heidi!" said the driver. "I'll make the woman'd kid watch!" He took hold of the piss-covered girl's pig-tails and dragged her to the table's edge. "Disobediant cow" he yelled, driving his fist hard into her solar-plexus. As she folded in agony, almost falling off the table, he continued. "Next time I say 'slut' I mean you. Do you understand? And take your fingers from your eyes - I like to see them all red and watery! Now slut, do you see the hook on the end of your mommy's fishing rod? In a minute I'm going to ask you to swallow it!" The poor school-girl shook her head in fear, as she looked at the cruelly barbed hook, and perhaps worse, the long earth-worm that it impaled. "Do you want me to chop your fingers off? That's the punsihment for disobediant litte girls! You'll never be able to push them into your slutty little pussy again!" The idea of this innocent little girl masturbating seemed very unlikely, but the prospect of such damage made her shake her head. "When your mommy's fishing for you, I want to see you playing with the hook... Kitten here is going to show you what I mean." Heidi was meanwhile telling her six year old slave-daughter what was expected of her, and despite the kid's earlier show of obediance, she didn't seem very happy with the demands. "Kitten... If you don't do it we'll eat Delia for thanksgiving!" "Who the fuck's Delia?" asked the driver. "Another daughter?" "No" smiled Heidi. "I'm not quite that bad! It's Kitten's pet, a little rabbit. Only thing I can think of that's actually fond of her!" The threat seemed to have worked, as Kitten knelt on the table submissively, head down, and hands loosely clasped behind her back. "Ha! You needn't have worried anyway. This is only a demonstration!" the driver said to Heidi's girl. He picked up another fishing rod from the floor, that instead of a hook and worm, carried a little piece of licorice candy, that had been dipped in some red food coloring. Placing it in the hands of theo the red-haired mother, he yelled into her ears that she should practice her part. She swung the rod as if casting while Kitten lowered her self onto her tummy and started writhing around the table, at the woman's feet. Each time the suspended licorice landed on the six- year old's naked body, it left a red dot of food-coloring. Kittin manoevered herself around until her childish little bare pussy was under the licorice, pulling her tiny labia apart, and allowing the candy to enter her pussy. Believing that the driver had tugged on the line, the blind-folded red-head jerked at the rod, pulling the licorice back out with a pop. "Now your bottom Kitten!" said Heidi, and watched her daughter take the line and move it to her behind. The six year old pulled apart the cheeks of her ass, and slipped the licorice into her anus. Again, the mother jerked at her rod, but as the hook-less line flew up, it was apparent that the licorice had come off. "If that happens, we replace the bait" said the driver, tying a new piece to the end of the line. "Now your mouth slut!". Kitten twisted round, so that the licrice was in her face, but instead of taking it into her mouth, she licked the candy up and down. Allowing a third of the three inch length of candy between her lips she sucked it in, and gently blew it out, as if she was giving head! "There's no point in her swallowing it" said the driver. "But we want to check that the woman's strong enough!" He ushered Kitten back under the table, and looped the line around the thick wooden crate that had previously contained the costumes. The woman pulled up on the rod, but the box wouldn't budge. "Take off her blindfold and ear- plugs for a second Heidi, and move her kid where she can't be seen?" he asked. When the woman was allowed to look, all before her was a harmless length of nylon string connected to the large box. "When we photograph the two of you fishing, we want the rods really carrying a weight, high near the buses roof. Try harder!" The woman flexed her muscles and heaved up, and the box swung upwards until it was 5' from the table. "Yeah - Make it swing a bit", he ordered, watching the box swing around near the ceiling. "Good - now we can get your kid to do the same thing then think about starting!" Relieved, the woman allowed the box to fall, hitting the table with a large thump, then bent down as her blond-fold and ear plugs were replaced. She put down the rod, as Heidi fixed the silk on tightly, giving the driver a chance to swap back in the worm-bated rod. When Heidi put the woman's daughter back onto the table the driver spoke to her. "Do you really understand what we want you to do?" he asked. "Yes..." replied the eleven year old. "I..I can't do it. I'll let you spank me, or beat me, or injure my pussy, but please not this?" she pleaded. The driver pointed the shotgun at her mother's face. "You agree now, or I shoot mommy!". Realising the futility of arguing, the small girl lay her piss- soaked smelly naked body onto the table, as she had just seen Kitten do, and the mother unwittingly started to lower the cruelly spiked hook towards her, the worm thrashing away in its captured state.