Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <!--ADULTSONLY--> BRATS (MMM/F, F/F, NC, Mind-control, Humiliation, Slavery) Cindy Silver Eyes /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ cse1986@rocketmail.com Cindy cursed, as she got into her car. What a pain in the neck this was... Her mother's friend, Lisa Baumer, had asked her to baby-sit - that is to say, baby-sit three 15-year olds... Which was a pain-in-the-neck. She hadn't needed to be baby-sat when she was 15-years old... Alas, Ms. Baumer had practically begged - evidently, the boys had broken into the liquor cabinet last time and she didn't want a repeat of that... Cindy had asked why Stacy couldn't watch over them of course - Baumers' fat dyke of a daughter... She was on some kind of trip evidently. Stacy had been her classmate in high-school but the two hardly ever got along... It was a good thing she'd hardly seen her in the last three years, ever since they both left Orange County for college. She could not believe the daughter of a friend of her Mom could be such a loser. A fat lesbian loser to boot... Not that the son was much better - Tim tried to pass himself as slick, but he was your typical nerd as far as Cindy could tell... "Hi Tim..." she greeted the boy with a fake smile, as Jack and Lisa Baumer kissed her and left for dinner & a movie... They paid her a nice little sum for the few hours of nannying she'd have to do, but Cindy could not wait to graduate from college next year and get a real job... Making real money and not having to bother with such nuisance, that would be good... "Hi Cindy..." Tim replied with a grin. Cindy couldn't help but roll her eyes - she had no doubt the little twerp would be masturbating tonight to fantasies involving her. She was no stranger to the attentions of men, and she was well aware the kind of impact she had on them. She'd been beautiful and fit all her life, and she'd gotten used to drooling men all around her. But attention from some 15-year old annoying nerd was hardly amusing... On the positive side, she figured it was good news for the Baumers: Both their kids could be losers but at least one of them was definitely not gay... She commandeered the large-screen TV as soon as Baumers left and had all the intention in the world to let Tim be, though he insisted on sticking around as she watched an HBO special. She made a point of getting a beer - she could, she was 21 and an adult, and Tim could not, because he was just a kid... And there would be no raiding the fridge or the liquor cabinet while she was around... Soon the door bell rang, and Tim's two friends showed up as expected - they were introduced as Luke and Ryan. Both looked like brats no different than Tim - Cindy couldn't care less: She was just there to watch over them for a few hours, get paid well, and have plenty of funds to do some heavy shopping the next day... Right as she got her 2nd beer, the boys started begging her to allow them to have beers too, but she of course rejected their pleas - with pleasure and a level of sternness their own mother could not muster... She kept expecting them to get lost upstairs - she couldn't care less if they did Cocaine or even sucked each other's tiny dicks upstairs... But they insisted on staying around her. They were supposed to be studying Math together but it seemed the boys had in their mind to study her instead... It was just her luck - she was stuck with three brats when she could be hanging out with one of the hot surfers down at the beach. Ryan's bet came as she started her 3rd beer in desperation... "Say, Cindy, how about you double your earnings for the evening?" he asked. "Hmm.. how so?" she asked with as superior a smile as she could muster. "Timmy here is an expert in hypnotizing people - you allow him one shot to hypnotize you, and we'll match what his parents are paying..." Cindy let out a laugh - a genuine, unforced chuckle... "You are a bunch of kids! - how can you believe such nonsense?" "Well, then it's easy money for you, no...?" "Hell, yes..." "So, you'll do it?" "If I see the cash first! - I don't think you brats have any money at all..." "Yeah, we do..." "$150?" "$150? That's not how much they are paying you..." "Oh, well..." "Fine, Christ... $150..." "You know I won't feel one bit guilty about taking money from kids, right? This is idiotic..." "Perhaps..." "And don't think I don't know what you intend to do if I were to be hypnotized!! What, you think you'll soon be seeing my breasts, because I'll be hypnotized...? That's just ridiculous... I'll take your money for it, and then you little boys can just continue imagining what they look like, since I know that's what you're doing already...!" Ryan smiled. "Fine... Our money... Our loss..." "That's right..." Soon after Cindy was seated on a stool, with Tim dangling some kind of watch on a chain... How fuckin' old-fashioned was this...? Tim was not only a nerd, but an old-fashioned nerd evidently... Cindy was certain she'd be no different in 10 minutes, except $150 richer... She didn't recall how long she ended up staring at that stupid dangling watch - it slowly morphed into a black-out, though she could hear things Tim were saying... She didn't recall anything he said though... She was sure it was all insignificant and couldn't wait for the silliness to end... Finally she seemed to be more aware... "Touch your nose" Tim was seated across from him, but he'd stopped dangling the stupid watch. Cindy touched her nose with her right hand - this was just so silly... "So, Cindy, babe..." Tim said... "Don't call me `babe' or any such thing, little twerp..." Cindy said angrily. Tim ignored her comment: "Did you just touch your nose willingly...?" "Of course, I did..." "So, now, try to avoid it then... Touch your nose Cindy..." Cindy's right hand immediately lifted up and touched her nose again. "So, now, was that voluntary, babe?" - Ryan and Luke stood next to Tim, and seemed to be grinning foolishly... "Try me once more, and you'll see..." "Fine - touch your nose...!" This time Cindy was determined to show the brats their foolishness... She refused to lift her arm. But suddenly she felt a wave of heat and pain burning through her arm. Stings bit into her arm with fierce force; she did not know how to stop it and nearly cried out in pain - yet she moved her arm up nearly instinctively and pain washed away as she touched her nose as instructed. Tim nearly clapped in delight as Cindy's finger touched her cute nose. "What is this?" she shrieked in outrage... "Hypnosis, babe! Now you were saying you wanted to show us your tits, no?" "Shut up" she cried in humiliation. "Well, first, with the language... Talk to me with respect ..." Tim said with a wide smirk plastered all over his boyish face. Cindy opened her mouth with the full intention to list all the profanities she could think of at the outrageous brat... "You..." she spoke. Yet, it felt like her tongue was brushing against a million razors at once. She could not finish her words, her tongue twisting in stings. "Unbutton your blouse..." Cindy wanted to protest and scream - instead all she did was unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. Then the next, and the next, till the blouse parted all the way down... The three boys were all but drooling ... "I wanna see a striptease" Luke jumped in. "Hmm - why not?..." Tim got up, played around with a few keys on his Dad's music system and soon one of the popular radio channels was on, beaming a loud pop song into the living room. "So, Cindy, put on a nice, log striptease for us" Tim ordered. `They must be nuts if they think I will willingly do a striptease show for them' Cindy thought. Yet her whole body started burning, her muscles rippled with discomfort, cold fear rushed into her chest every second she continued to sit. She got up on her feet, and the fast rising pain eased. She began swaying her hips in utter shame, and the pain washed away - she began a slow striptease as ordered, as best she could, sending pain and despair away, even if it were replaced with total humiliation and frustration - here she was, getting naked, putting on a striptease show for three grinning, clapping , disgusting little brats...! She was just a college girl, no cheap stripper, though she put her heart into it - it was impossible to do otherwise, any time she knew she did not do her best, the burning pain began rushing through her body right away... Tim, Ryan, and Luke watched in amazement - and with clear bulges in their pants... Cindy's blouse dropped on the ground... The boys were clearly ecstatic... Cindy continued dancing to the tunes, prolonging the inevitable as much as she could... but she knew what came next and that knowledge was enough for the pain and anxiety to rear its ugly head... what had they done to her? Relief came when she unbuttoned her bra, and in utter humiliation let it join her blouse on the ground. Her freed breasts shook as she gyrated - and the little brats seemed close to getting hypnotized themselves as they focused on her naked chest. "Please, stop this..." she begged at Tim, but the boy was nearly delirious. "Continue..." he said coldly. Cindy's skirt was the next to go.... leaving her in a pair of black panties alone. "Ok... Stop!" Tim halted Cindy... ""We'll leave that last piece for later...". He grinned... "until after you show us how college girls give blow-jobs..." Tim unzipped himself. Cindy froze on her feet. There was no way - no way in hell - she would ever get near this little brat's penis... Yet, the pain started inflicting her muscles and anxiety started rising within her once more at the mere thought of not obeying Tim... how could this hypnosis be so strong, so complete? She screamed in frustration inside and nearly died in humiliation, but she got down on her knees all the same... ...as the other boys also unzipped themselves with expectant grins... ***** "What do you want Stacy?", Cindy sat herself across from her ex-classmate at Starbucks. She'd been quite surprised to get a call from Stacy and would have hardly wished to meet her had it not been for Stacy's persistence. They'd never been too fond of each other anyhow, no matter how close their mothers were - so, what was the reason to meet now? Stacy had always been a fat, bitchy dyke, and a loser as far as Cindy was concerned, and she did not feel one bit different after three years of college... "Well, hi there Cindy - you look as radiant as ever...!" Stacy greeted her. "Thanks - I guess. I usually get compliments from boys, though..." Cindy flashed a cold smile at the other girl. "Oh, I bet you do..." Stacy smiled back. "So, how did it go last week at our place - you were babysitting Tim and friends I heard?" "It was a total bore... Your brother is a real dork, you know that right?" "You don't remember at all, do you?" Stacy chuckled. "Remember what?" "My brother - the little troublemaker that he is... happens to be an extremely good hypnotizer..." "Hypnotizer? That's a real good one, Stacy...!" "Well, he's done this to couple other girls too - he never did much with them, but I understand he did go much further this time..." "What on Earth are you talking about?" Cindy was getting exasperated with this meaningless conversation, when she could be hanging out with her real friends instead of spending time with a fat dyke in a coffee shop. "He does implant two words when he does this though... the first one to bring back the memory he erased..." Cindy leaned in: "Are you for real, Stacy?" Stacy smiled: "Aztarmonax!" Cindy's face froze in place - memories of that day a week ago were suddenly rushing in.... ...The way Tim had hypnotized her... ...The way he'd begun commanding her, the way even the mere thought of disobeying him hurt... ...The humiliation and frustration... as she'd stripped her clothes away for the little brats... ...She recalled in dread the rest: The way she'd given the little twerps blow-jobs... ... They'd made her take off her panties next - and she'd masturbated as they watched... ...That had been enough to inflame the brats into bending her over the dining table and fucking her.. one after another... the fuckin' little brats... "They really are looking forward to the next time you'll be babysitting!" Stacy smirked merrily. Cindy wanted to slap Stacy right in the face - she got up to leave. "Bantarmonax! - that's the 2nd word..." Stacy said. "Now, you obey me... - sit your ass down!" Cindy wanted to leave, to flee - but that familiar feeling returned: Burning pain ripping through her muscles, panic and anxiety filling her heart - until she gave in, and took her seat again, as commanded. "Stacy..." Cindy spoke. "And shut up..." Stacy silenced her. "You've always been a total bitch to me... all through high school... Those endless jokes, teases, insults! Remember how you'd humiliate me in front of the whole class? You always called me a dyke, remember? A fat dyke! Everyone would laugh..." "But that's alright - that's what I am... A fat dyke... But guess what: All this fat dyke ever wanted was to own a slave bitch... And now, you are my slave bitch...! That's right. In fact, I've always fantasized about playing with one of those snooty straight girls who didn't wanna play along - but, boy, I can hardly think of a better candidate than you! Did you know you were in my wet fantasies all through high school? Oh, yes, in every which way - to fuck you as I pleased because you're so hot... and to pay you back for all the terrible things you did to me..." "So now, slave, unbutton your blouse... and let's see how you like to be humiliated in front of people... I am still debating whether I should make you strip totally naked and offer a blow-job to the big black coffee guy over there as tip... " Cindy's treacherous hands started unbuttoning her blouse as she sat in silence, and in a mix of terror, revulsion, and humiliation... Stacy leaned back, extremely pleased with herself: "Yes, Cindy bitch - punishing and humiliating you... and fucking you... those were my wet dreams... And now thanks to my braniac brat of a brother, I get to do all that... and more... much more... for as long as I feel like... I can't wait to begin your training... or see you naked on your knees and your spoiled, snobby little tongue working for my pleasure..." "You'll be a very, very obedient sex slave for me..." Cindy Silver Eyes /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ cse1986@rocketmail.com