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 * * * * * W A R N I N G * * * * * 
This story describes sexual situations and activities, and may 
offend some people.  If you are under 18, or cannot legally view 
such material, stop reading now.  If you are offended by scenes of 
sexual violence, stop reading now.  If you choose to ignore this 
warning, you are about average.

This story depicts the activities of three young boys, who kidnap 
and restrain their babysitter.  In this sense, it may be 
considered pedophilia, though they themselves keep their clothes 
on, and are not touched in any inappropriate manner (for the most 
part).

To any who truly object to this, or any other stories posted in 
this place, I offer the following advice:  Considering the 
disclaimer above, and the nature of the place where you found 
this, proceed at your own risk.  You didn't get this far by 
accident.

Sitting the Sitter Chapter 2

Marcie gasped in pain as the boy roughly handled her tender 
nipples, and found herself sinking down, trying to ease the strain 
of his pull.  She felt the tip of his member touch the lips of her 
pussy, and she recoiled.  She felt the boy respond by arching his 
back, and pressing his tiny cock into the open folds of her cunt.  
It wasn't much of a penetration, but it did the job.  When he let 
himself down, he pulled her down with him, so she ended up sitting 
on top of his horny pelvis.

"Now, move around.  Like they do in the movies.", he ordered her.  
Again she refused, knowing there was no way he could pull her to 
make that happen.

"I know how to make her wriggle.", Tommy volunteered.

Before Marcie could react, she felt the feather start on her 
still-bound foot again.  She shrieked and jumped at the contact, 
lifting off of the youthful rapists cock, then falling back again.  
The boy had been right.  In seconds she was screaming and 
wriggling around on the boy's penis, effectively fucking herself 
on him.  What was more, it soon became apparent that she was 
responding.  There was a wetness between her legs that didn't come 
from the boy.  Her own body was answering the penis inside her, 
reacting to the handling, the tickling, everything.  She closed 
her eyes, as if ignoring the rape and torment would somehow make 
it end.

Marcie's eyes snapped open in response to a flash of light, bright 
enough to penetrate her eyelids.  Tony was standing by the head of 
the bed, camera in hand, snapping pictures of his naked babysitter 
as she energetically fucked one of her charges.  She looked like 
she wanted to die, and the shock and shame began to push her even 
closer to orgasm.  She began to work faster, hoping the child 
could last long enough to satisfy her.  Even as she felt the wave 
inside building, Jim stiffened, and spurted his load inside her.  
She tried to finish herself before he could soften, but just 
couldn't make it.  Tears of frustration added to the tears of 
shame she was already weeping as she felt the boy withdraw and 
wiggle out from under her.

"Do you need more?", Jim asked, seeing her condition.  She nodded 
in silent shame.  Jim slipped his hand down between her splayed 
thighs, and began to finger her slippery cunt.  His energy made up 
for his lack of skill, and she began to cum.  He kept rubbing her 
for nearly a minute, and she actually managed to cum a second time 
before he stopped.

"Please", she whimpered.  "I can't take any more.  Untie me now.  
Please."

Jim finished cleaning himself off with the remains of her 
nightgown, and considered her request.  She looked miserable.  
Walking behind her, he gave her a sharp push, and she fell 
forward, bouncing face down on the bed.

Marcie felt a sharp slap on her backside, followed by another.  
Soon, all three of the boys were taking turns spanking her bare 
bottom.  They weren't hitting her very hard, but the pain added to 
the humiliation.  She was found herself getting hot again, but 
couldn't help it.

Jim was enjoying himself, watching his babysitter's naked bottom 
jiggle like a bowl of jello with each smack.  Even better, she had 
stopped crying out at the spanking, and had started to moan, like 
the girls in the movies.  He knew that she was going to want him 
to rub her again.

"What if we tickle her furry spot", asked one of the boys, staring 
at the dark junction of the helpless girl's legs.

"Oh God, no", Marcie pleaded.  "Please, you can't.  Not there."

If there was a doubt in Jim's mind, Marcie's pleas convinced him.  
Taking a feather in hand, he began to stroke it up and down the 
naked girl's spread slot.  The other feather soon came into play 
across her bottom and lower ribs, and she was soon consumed by 
something more powerful than laughter.  The forced mirth she had 
suffered had left her breathless and sore.  But this was worse. It 
wasn't just the embarrassment that was making her hot, it was 
being compounded by the mad sensations coming from her crotch.  
She twisted and squirmed, humping herself up and down in a vain 
attempt to find an escape. Neither freedom from the ropes, nor the 
release of orgasm was to be had.  All she could do was lay there 
and endure.

Finally Marcie couldn't take any more.  "Please, stop it."  She 
waited, but the giggling boys paid no attention.  She could feel 
her juices flowing, and knew that she was leaving a damp spot on 
the bedspread.  Maybe that was the way out. "Please", she 
repeated.  "I have to go to the bathroom, and I don't want to wet 
the bed."

That stopped the boys cold.  None of them could conceive of 
helping her at the toilet, and they knew they would be skinned by 
their parents if she made a mess on the bed.  Slowly, they untied 
her feet, and lead her to the bathroom.  Jim went inside first, 
and came out with an armload of towels.  Then he moved the bound 
girl inside and closed the door almost all the way.  Reaching 
through the partly open door, he untied her hands, then slammed 
the door and tried his best to hold it closed.

Marcie looked around.  No window.  No towel to wrap herself in.  
Not even a washcloth. She went ahead and used the toilet, because 
she didn't know if she would have the chance again anytime soon.  
As she sat there, she began to rub her love bud, trying to relieve 
the itch she felt.  After a few minutes she came, but knew that 
she would get hot all over again once they boys resumed their 
games.

Escape?  Marcie knew she was bigger than any of them, and could 
beat them all if she needed to.  

She tried the door, and found that the boys were trying to hold it 
closed. Bracing herself, she pulled on the doorknob, hard.  Jim 
and the twins were yanked into the room, and fell in the doorway 
in a pile.

"Ok, boys, the game is over.", she announced to the scrambling 
pile of children.  "I'm going to get dressed, and then I'm calling 
your parents.  You guys are in trouble."

Jim disentangled himself slowly, and rose to face her.  Without a 
word, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a picture.

Marcie looked at the photo he held.  It showed her straddling the 
body of a juvenile boy.  His face didn't show.  One of her feet 
was off the edge of the picture, and her body blocked the other.  
You couldn't see her hands, the ropes that held her, or the 
feather that tormented her.  What you could see was the huge, 
laughing smile on her face.  She looked like she was having a hell 
of a good time.

"There are three like this.", he said quietly.  "You tell on us, 
and we let people see these."

Marcie looked at the picture again.  The tiny penis was clearly 
visible entering her cunt.  It's hairless state was evidence 
enough that the owner was under age.  "What do you want?", she 
asked in a subdued voice.

Jim smiled softly.  He would have let the game end, but her answer 
suggested that they could get more.  He watched her as she tried 
to cover herself.  She was trying not to make it obvious, but 
there wasn't any way she could cross one arm over her breasts, and 
hang the other between her legs, and have it look natural.

"Well, it's almost lunch time.", Jim said.  "Let's have something 
to eat, out by the pool, and cool off a bit."

Marcie heaved a sigh of relief, now that it was over.  She picked 
up her gym bag, and began to get some clothes out.

Jim watched the naked girl for a moment, then reached a decision.  
Placing a hand on hers, he stopped her from getting dressed.  "Put 
on your bathing suit.", he half ordered her.  She looked at him 
for a long moment, trying to guess his intentions, then complied.  
Her bikini was a bit skimpy, but it was more than she had on now.

By the time Marcie had gotten dressed, the boys were already in 
their trunks, playing out by the pool.  She went into the kitchen, 
and began making lunch. She hadn't had any breakfast, so she made 
herself an extra sandwich, and drank an extra half-glass of soda 
while she worked.  She debated whether it was better to take the 
tray outside, or call the boys inside.  She decided to eat by the 
pool, figuring that if she needed to call for help, somebody might 
hear her out there.

The kids were busy playing like, well, like kids, splashing each 
other, screaming and doing cannon-balls into the pool.  Nobody 
seeing them would think that they had spent the entire morning 
molesting and raping their babysitter. When they saw the food, 
they swarmed the table, like kids everywhere.

Marcie grabbed her food, topped off her glass, and settled down on 
a lounge chair.  She ate her lunch in peace, and began to think 
that it really was over. 

By the time she had finished her lunch, she had almost managed to 
deal with her ordeal.  Then, Jim came over, and told her she was 
going to get a "good tan" today.  His tone, and the evil look on 
his face brought the nightmare back into focus.

"Sit up, and turn towards the pool", he ordered her.  Slowly she 
did.  Jim stepped behind her, and began to tug at the ties on her 
bikini top.  Marcie squirmed and protested, but he ignored her, 
intent upon his plan.

Marcie felt weird as the boy untied and retied her top, and she 
clutched at the fabric portion to keep him from undressing her 
completely.  By the time he was through, he had shortened the tie 
around her neck, and loosened the one around her back, so the 
triangles of fabric were pulled halfway up her breasts.  Soft 
flesh was ballooning out the bottom on each side, threatening to 
pop out completely at any sudden movement.

"Now, lie back down, and give me your hands", he ordered.  Marcie 
knew what was coming, but went along anyway.  She had no choice 
while he had the pictures. Jim tied her hands over her head, 
securing them to the frame of the chair. Then with a malicious 
playfulness, he began to tickle her exposed ribs.

Marcie jumped, and squirmed involuntarily as the boy's fingers 
dragged the laughter from her once more.  "Stop it", she squealed, 
trying again to twist away from the torturous touch.

Jim enjoyed tickling the bound girl, but had more than that in 
mind.  He worked her over, first on one side than the other, until 
he got what he wanted.  One bounce of her body, and her left tit 
flowed out the bottom of her bikini.

Marcie squealed even more when she felt her tit pop free, and 
struggled to cover herself.  No good.  "Please.", she begged, 
looking around at the neighbor's houses.  "Somebody will see."

"If you stop yelling, nobody will even look.", came the smirking 
reply.  Then Jim simply got up and went to play in the pool.

Marcie was glad of the relief, and continued to work on the ropes 
that held her wrists.  She couldn't figure out Jim, who had worked 
so hard to get her top loose, then didn't even look.

After about half an hour, Jim came over and untied Marcie's 
wrists.  "Looks like you're done on this side", he announced.  
"Don't want you to burn." Turning her over, he re-tied her face 
down, with her arms secured to the sides of the lounge.  Once he 
had her in place, he carefully took hold of her pants and slowly, 
deliberately pulled them down, exposing almost all of her plush 
bottom.  Again, she protested, and again her protests were 
ignored.

After another half hour, he came and released her.  "That tan 
ought to get a few remarks.", he laughed.

Marcie looked down at herself in shock.  She hadn't considered the 
tan line her exposure would cause.  She had a clear outline of her 
top across one tit, and up onto her shoulder.  Anyone who saw her 
would know that she had been sunbathing semi-topless.  She 
couldn't see, but could imagine the tan across her butt, perfect 
proof of what had happened.  She couldn't go outside in a bathing 
suit any more.  The girls at school would razz her terribly if 
they saw her in the showers.  Oh God, what was she going to do?

Marcie fled the poolside, followed by the laughter of three boys.  
Grabbing her gym bag, she quickly got some clothes out, and began 
to get dressed.  She selected the only set she had, other than the 
ones she had worn yesterday.  She looked at the short skirt, 
wishing it was longer.  Nobody could see anything, of course, but 
a sexy outfit might give the boys more ideas.  The blouse was 
plain white, with short sleeves, and could be buttoned up to the 
throat.

Jim watched Marcie run inside, her pants-down tan visible on her 
legs, even when she had her pants on right.  This was more fun 
than he had planned.  She hadn't seen the pictures, or the tan 
trick coming.  With a final evil plan in mind, he followed her 
inside.  Finding her in the process of getting dressed, he 
interrupted her.

"That looks nice", he told her, startling the shaken girl.  "But 
it would look so much better if you left the bra and panties off."

"Why?  Nobody is gonna see my underwear anyway.", she protested, 
fearing the worst.

"I know.", he replied.  "But I like the idea of you, bare-naked 
under the skirt.  And your breasts will poke through that blouse 
just right.  Mr. Winslow will probably give you a big tip.  He 
likes to look at pretty girls, you know. That's why they have 
those movie channels."

Marcie moved away from Jim, placing the bed between them for 
security.  Then, reaching under her blouse, she unhooked her bra 
and took it off.  She knew that Jim would be disappointed that she 
didn't take her blouse off to do this, but he had seen all of her 
she wanted him to see.  She turned to face him, and pulled her 
panties off, again making sure that he couldn't see anything.  She 
placed the underthings in her bag, along with last night's clothes 
and the remains of her nightgown.

Then, under Jim's watchful eye, she carefully made the bed and 
tidied the room, making it look like nothing had happened.  She 
was just finishing when the twins tumbled into the room yelling, 
"They're here.  Mom and Dad are home early."

Marcie felt a lump in her throat.  She wasn't going to tell what 
had happened. Jim wouldn't tell.  She didn't know about the twins.

She needn't have worried.  Jim already had them coached.  They 
were the very image of innocence when the Winslows came in.  Jim 
even helped with their bags.

Marcie never knew how she got through the conversation that 
followed. The Winslows were cheerful and happy, and asked cheerful 
and happy questions in cheerful and happy voices.  Later on, 
Marcie couldn't remember what they had said, or what her answers 
had been.  Mr. Winslow did stare at her braless chest as he paid 
her, and did indeed give her a large tip.  She hardly noticed.

Once outside, on her way home, she felt as if a nightmare had 
ended.  Getting caught would have made that nightmare real.  At 
the end of the driveway, Jim was waiting.

"Jim", she began.  "That was incredible.  Even wilder than last 
time."

"Yeah", Jim replied with a mad grin.  "I think it was the pictures 
that did it. They made it even crazier."

"Speaking of pictures, lets have them.", she ordered sternly.

"Maybe I should keep one.", he joked as he handed the packet over.  
"That way, I could make you run home naked, like the girl in that 
movie."

The thought made Marcie flush, and started her itching again.  
"Maybe next time", she said.  "At night, when we can do it without 
getting caught."

"Ok", he agreed.  "Who are you babysitting next week?"

"I don't know yet.  But if its the..."

The conversation trailed off as the two planned their next game, 
together.

End of Chapter 2 End of Story

Epilogue:  This story is a fantasy.  It is not intended to endorse 
either the abuse of babysitters, the abuse of women, or the abuse 
of children. While there are some people who get turned on by 
letting strangers see them naked, it is not for everybody.  And 
the idea that women in general enjoy being tied up and spanked or 
sexually abused is largely a masculine fantasy.  I'm not saying 
that no women enjoy it.  Some do, but its relatively rare.  Don't 
assume that all women do.  That kind of game is fine, if you find 
a partner who enjoys it, but make sure that they want to play 
*before* the game begins.

Comments Welcome 
The Bear 
thkbear@earthlink.net



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