J. Thorpe: Three Little Naughties: Stories About Three Little Naughty Girls

The girl was pleased. The first half of the performance had gone well but now in the middle of the second she felt as though she was playing better than she had ever played in her life. She could almost feel the music as the string quartet played for the private party in this huge house. The room had excellent acoustics and the audience of about thirty people were very appreciative of the musicians who were performing for them. The only slight downside was the heat from the lights that blazed down at them, which had them all perspiring soon after starting their performance but the host had graciously organised some drinks for them during the short interval.

The ten-year-old violinist didn't know why but she felt everything so much more acutely than usual. She could feel the vibrations from the music travelling through her body from where she held the violin under her chin. She could feel her skin as if her clothes were brushing it as she moved. She realized with a shock that her nipples were hard and she had an itch between her legs that caused her to rub her thighs together in an attempt to ease it. Looking up, she noticed that everyone in the room was looking at her. She wondered if they could see what the curious feelings were doing to her. Could they see that she was beginning to pant and was getting a strange sexual feeling? Although she loved her music, never before had it affected her this way! As though through a mist she realized that hers was the only instrument left playing but she felt that she just had to finish before she could stop. The room had begun to spin before her and just as she felt herself topple over, hands steadied her and she was led to a chair to sit down. “Don't worry.” She heard a voice say. “It is so hot in here that you must feel faint.

I'll just loosen your clothes for you.” Feeling her blouse being undone should have worried the young girl but for some reason she just couldn't think straight. Even when the button on her skirt was undone and she felt it sliding down her legs Bea couldn't object and as the welcome sleep engulfed her she was thinking only that it was so frustrating to have been playing so well and yet not having been able to finish the piece. As she came to, Bea tried to make sense of things. She was still on the small stage looking sideways at the audience but they were all upside down. Trying to raise herself she found, hurt her wrists and finally it dawned on her that she was bound on her back over a piano stool wearing only her underwear. With her head off one end of the stool and her bottom off the other the only part of the helpless girl actually on the stool was her back. Her arms along with her ankles were tied to the legs of the stool that were under her shoulders, pulling her legs back painfully and leaving her crotch wide open to the audiences view. From her upside down position, she watched in frightened silence as two men got up and walked over to where she lay. She realized from her height that there must be something under the piano stool as she was raised to a point where she was at a level with the men's crotch and the thought confirmed her worse fears as to what they were going to do to her.

“My dear we are so pleased that you were able to come here tonight,” a man who she recognized as the party's host said. “My friends and I are some of your biggest admirers. Not only are we admirers of the talent that you show in your music but we have long admired your beautiful body as well.” “Please let me go,” Bea begged. “I won't tell anyone if you let me go now.” “What and disappoint your audience?” The man said gesturing towards the men and women sitting watching. “I'm sure that you really wouldn't want to do that, would you?” “Please just untie me,” Bea cried, tears beginning to fall from her eyes as the helplessness of her position sunk in. “Oh no,” the man said. “Just consider the ropes as the strings on your violin and you as a lovely musical instrument. Your moans, cries and screams will be the notes of our music as the members of the orchestra,” at this he waved a hand towards the audience, “play your body.” “We are going to add some more strings later but for now these will do,” he continued “But first we have to savour your body as we would a fine Stradivarius.” Taking up a pair of scissors he came over to Bea and cut the straps on her lacy bra before sliding the points between her breasts and snipping the fabric, which allowed it to spring to either side, exposing her perfect small breasts with their small brown nipples to everyone in the room.

Handing the scissors to the man who stood by her legs he reached out and pulled the remainder of her bra from Bea's helpless body. Now she felt the blade slip under the material at the side of her matching panties and felt the material release as it was cut through. “No don't please,” Bea cried out as she felt the fabric on the other side of her panties go loose as it too was cut and then the ruined cloth was pulled from her body leaving her naked beneath the eyes of the audience. Through her tears of frustration and helplessness Bea noticed for the first time the video cameras as they recorded her humiliation. As she dropped her head back, tired from the effort of holding it up she saw that the host had undressed and stood naked with his cock pointing towards her face. Reaching across her he gently grasped her breasts and began to massage them with his hands. “No please don't,” the young girl begged again. The host squeezed her breasts hard and Bea cried out as pain shot through her body.

“That's better,” he said with a smile. I was fed up with hearing the same tune again and again.” Taking hold of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs he pulled upwards and Bea arched her back to try to avoid even more pain. The man seeing what she was doing just smiled at her and pulled harder until she screamed again. “Lovely,” he said. “Music to my ears. Now lets see what you sound like with this in your mouth?” Putting his cock against the young girl's lips he squeezed her nipples again and when she opened her mouth to scream he slid his cock inside and to the back of her mouth making her choke as her gag reflex massaged his cock for him. Feeling every ridge and vein of the cock in her mouth Bea wanted desperately to bite down but fear of what they would do, prevented her. In her upside down position she felt so vulnerable and so open. As the man fucked her mouth she could feel how the way that her legs were pulled back, opened up her pussy to those who sat in front of her. She had never had anyone use her the way this man was. True she had given oral sex to her father on a number of occasions, but this man was just fucking her mouth relentlessly. She was glad that he had pulled back slightly so he was no longer choking her but she could feel him speeding up and realized that he was going to come inside her mouth. “I want you to swallow every last drop,” her attacker warned her. “Spill any and I'll make sure you regret it.” As her mind went into a frenzy, Bea tried to think of a way out of this. She didn't even swallow her boyfriend's cum and certainly didn't want to swallow this stranger's but even as she tried to think, she felt his cock pulse in her mouth and she choked as his hot spunk filled her throat. Ramming his cock up against her throat her attacker held it there as spurt after spurt of hot cum erupted from the end, filling and choking the young girl until she had no choice but to swallow if she wanted to breathe again. Finally he finished and as he pulled out some of the copious amount of cum still in her mouth leaked out and ran down into her eye.

“You'll pay for that later,” the man told her as he used his finger to catch the leaking cum and brought his finger up to the lovely girl's mouth.