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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 1

It took nearly an hour for Marcie to get the twins off to bed.  
Tommy and Tony were just 13, but thought that they could stay up 
if she could.  Babysitting them was always a challenge.  It wasn't 
made any easier by the fact that their friend, Jim, was staying 
over as well.  Jim was almost 15, and nearly hyper-active in his 
energy.  It wasn't clear to anyone why he was friends with the 
twins, but he was.

Once the kids were upstairs with the lights off, Marcie grabbed a 
soda from the fridge, and settled in to watch a late movie.  She 
was 17, and wouldn't normally be allowed to stay up and watch late 
movies either, but tonight she was in charge.  The Winslows had 
shown a great deal of trust in her, leaving their children in her 
care for the night, and most of the next day.  They weren't due 
back until suppertime on Saturday.  Some kind of retreat thing.

There were rules, of course.  She was supposed to get them dinner 
tonight, which she had done, and both breakfast and lunch 
tomorrow.  No problem.  She was supposed to get them to bed by 
8:30.  That was a problem, since Jim had wanted to stay up until 
9:00, and managed to drag even that out.

Marcie settled in, soda in one hand and Tv remote in the other, to 
enjoy the quiet time.  After double-checking the stairwell, to 
make sure that the children werenžt lurking there, she turned to 
an adult film channel.  That the Winslows had such a channel on 
their TV had been a bit of a surprise, but Marcie enjoyed the 
wicked sensation she got from the shows.

The film was typical, but Marcie hadn't seen many of the genre, so 
it was semi-new to her.  The heroine was one of those 
overdeveloped girls with a talent for misplacing her clothes.  
Half the film was about her trying to make her way home, without 
anyone seeing that she was completely naked.  Marcie watched in 
fascination as the girl, wrapped in a piece of old newspaper, 
tried to take a taxi home.  The cabbie intentionally opened the 
windows, and drove fast enough that the wind whipped the newspaper 
off the girl, leaving her naked once again. And when they arrived, 
she had another problem:  No clothes, no pockets.  No pockets, no 
money.  She had to "pay" the cabbie some other way.

She watched the film to the crazy end, when she had to "convince" 
her apartment manager to unlock her apartment for her, since she 
seemed to have left her keys with her clothes.

It was nearly one in the morning when she finally shut the thing 
off, and headed for bed.  She was supposed to stay in the guest 
bedroom, but headed for the master bedroom instead.  She would 
make the bed in the morning, and what the Winslows didn't know 
wouldn't hurt them.

As she got ready for bed, she looked in the mirror for a long 
time, comparing her body to the girl in the film.  She had a 
reasonably good figure, with firm, high breasts and nicely rounded 
hips. She didn't have the inhuman bust size of the porn-star, but 
then nobody really did without surgery.  All in all, a nice body.  
The boys seemed to like her, but her parent wouldn't let her date 
until she was 18.

Finally, she donned her nightclothes, and flopped on the kingsize 
bed. Marcie fantasized a bit as she drifted off to sleep, 
remembering the time some of the girls at school had pulled her 
bathing suit bottom off at the pool, and made her chase them 
around, trying to get it back.  She had been embarrassed, but it 
had made her hot too. She tried to imagine what it would have been 
like having to get home like that. It made her hotter. With the 
combined heat of the film and her memories working between her 
legs, she drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

"See, I told ya", Jim told his two friends as they watched the 
babysitter leave the living room.  "I told ya she'd watch the 
dirty movies."  Jim had discovered the twin's at their favorite 
hiding space, and watched the TV with them until the movie ended.  
The old house had heating vents that faced each other, so if you 
took the cover off of one, you could see out of the other.  And 
the other, in this case, was in the stairwell and gave a perfect 
view of the front room from the guest bedroom.  This was why he 
liked to stay over here.  To watch the movies through that vent.  
But tonight, he had more in mind.

Silently, the three boys crept down the stairs, sliding most of 
the way on the bannister to keep the stairs from creaking.  Moving 
into the master bedroom, the three stood and gazed at the teenage 
girl as she slept.  She had fallen asleep face down on top of the 
covers, and her pose let the boys look all the way up her long 
legs, right to the top.  She was wearing a loose, satiny slip, and 
pink panties.

Slowly, the boys advanced to the head of the bed, standing to 
either side. Under Jim's urging, the twins slowly slipped loops of 
rope over the sleeping girl's hands, and gently drew them towards 
the bedposts.  Once her hands were secured, Jim slowly did the 
same to her feet, pulling the rope tight without actually moving 
her feet.  Then the three stood, amazed at their own daring, as 
they stared at their sleeping prisoner.  Then, they quietly left 
the room, and went to bed.

* * * * *

Marcie awoke slowly, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and rolled 
off the bed. At least, that was her intent.  Something was wrong 
with her hands.  She pulled hard, then felt the noose on her wrist 
pulling tighter with her efforts.  She was suddenly wide awake, 
and began pulling at her restraints with some energy. Looking 
around in frantic confusion, she saw her three young charges 
standing in the room, watching her.  She struggled to rise to her 
knees.

At a gesture from Jim, the twins took hold of the ropes that held 
her ankles, and pulled on them, hard.  The girl's legs were drawn 
out from under her, and she flopped on her face again.  In 
seconds, they had pulled her legs straight out towards the 
bedposts and secured them there.

"Let me go.", Marcie demanded.  "This isn't funny.  When I get 
loose, you're gonna get it but good."  She continued to struggle, 
but only succeeded in pulling the knots tighter.

Jim brought his hand down sharply on the babysitter's shapely 
backside, not quite a slap, but enough to deliver its message.  
"When you get loose?  What are you going to do, spank us?  I guess 
that means we shouldn't let you get loose."

The twins were afraid, so Jim continued, "If you tell on us, we'll 
tell on you. We'll tell about the movie you watched last night, 
and about you sleeping in here.  You'll get in trouble too."

Marcie squirmed uncomfortably, but didn't threaten any more.  
Perhaps it was the thought of losing her babysitting jobs.  
Perhaps it was the embarrassment of being caught and tied like 
this by the children she was supposed to be in charge of.  For 
whatever reason, she waited quietly.

Jimmy called his two co-conspirators together, and they huddled 
together by the door.  Marcie strained to hear what they were 
planning, but could only make out a murmur and some giggling.  The 
twins ran from the room, destination unknown, while Jim stayed and 
gazed at her near-naked form.

Marcie felt the bed shift as Jim climbed onto it with her, and 
uncertainty began to gnaw at her.  She felt him begin to lift her 
night-dress.

"What are you doing?", she half-yelled.  The only answer she got 
was silence, and the sensation of her gown being piled up around 
her neck and shoulders.

The twins came tumbling back into the room, filled with that 
excitement that only comes from doing something you know you 
aren't supposed to.  Their missions accomplished, they proudly 
presented Jimmy with the things he had requested.

Marcy twisted her head one way, then the other in a vain attempt 
to see what the boys were up to, but they were at the foot of the 
bed, and she just couldn't twist far enough.

She didn't have to wonder for long.  She felt a light, feathery 
touch on the exposed sole of her left foot, then an equally light 
touch on her right foot. The sensation forced an involuntary 
giggle out of her, the first of many.  The boys began to tickle 
her in earnest, and she rewarded them for their efforts with 
shrieks of laughter.

"Noooo.", she wailed, trying to control her breathing and suppress 
the reaction. No such luck.  "Please, not that.  I can't stand 
being tickled.  Pleeeeeese..." Her cry trailed off into a scream 
of mirth as her tormentors redoubled their efforts.

Jim took one of the feathers, and began to work on the helpless 
girl's ribs and sides.  Now Marcie understood why he had pulled 
her nightgown up off of her back.  Jim sat straddling her soft 
bottom, working her over with the feather and his fingers.

Marcie began to thrash around, trying to unseat the tickle maniac 
on her back, but without success.  The only noticeable result of 
her bouncing struggles was an unwanted one:  She felt the boy's 
youthful member growing hard, even through his pants, as he rode 
her bouncing bottom, pressing his growing cock into the crack of 
her ass.

Marcie was in agony now.  Her sides were spasming, and her middle 
was sore with the strain of the unrelenting assault.  Her face was 
hot and red, flushed with laughter and embarrassment, and tears 
were streaming from her eyes.

Then it was over.  Jim ordered the twins to the head of the bed, 
then had Tommy untie her left hand.  She lay there for a moment, 
trying to catch her breath, then tried to rise, pushing herself 
off the bed with her free hand. Instantly, Jim began to tickle her 
again.  She reached for him, intent on maihem, but he caught her 
arm and pulled it into the small of her back.  She struggled, but 
couldn't break his grip.  Her other hand was treated the same way, 
and after a few minutes the boys had them bound behind her back.

Now the twins stood silently, watching their leader do the one 
thing they would never dare to do.  Jim climbed off the bound 
girl, and picked up the other item the boys had brought:  A pair 
of scissors.

Marcie screamed when she felt the cold steel against her naked 
thigh, knowing at once what was happening.  She twisted sideways, 
trying to get loose, trying to escape, to do something.  Her 
efforts were in vain, and she felt the shears close, felt the 
elastic of her panties spring loose, and knew that the boys were 
going to strip her.  A wail of despair escaped her lips as the 
scissors closed again, cutting the other leg-hole and denuding her 
completely.  By the time the boys had finished cutting her 
nightgown off, she had stopped struggling, and lay weeping in 
silence.

She knew what came next.  She shivered in anticipation, waiting 
for the hands to touch, to invade.  She waited, but it didn't 
come.  Looking up, she saw that the boys were simply looking at 
her.  They were too young to know what to do next.  All they 
wanted to do was look.

"Please, stop it.  Don't look at me like this.", she begged.  "I 
won't tell. Just let me go.  I won't tell.  I promise.", she wept.

The boys stood in silence.  They really didn't know what to do 
next.  They hadn't planned that far ahead.  Tommy got a pained 
look on his face, and left the room.  Marcie heard the bathroom 
door open and close.  Tony was looking uncomfortable too.

"What's wrong?", asked Jim, looking at Tony.

"It's my thing.", the boy explained in embarrassment.  "Sometimes 
it gets hard, and then it hurts.  I wish it wouldn't do that.  Its 
like I have to go pee, but I can't."

Jim laughed at his friend's innocence.  "Don't you know why that 
happens?  What you're supposed to do when that happens?", he 
asked.

Tony shook his head in silence.

"What do you think they do in those movies?", he asked again.  
Seeing Tony's wide-eyed look, Jim got brave.  He had a chance to 
show off for his young friends.  "I'll show you.  Help me get her 
up.", he instructed.

The two boys went over the the bound girl, grabbed her arms, and 
slowly pulled her to her knees.  She didn't resist, even when Jim 
sat down on the bed in front of her.

Jim kicked his shoes off, and began to slide his legs between the 
naked girl's spread thighs.  Even if she had realized what was 
happening, there was very little she could do about it.  Once he 
was in position, he slipped his pants down, exposing his rigid 
young manhood.

"Sit down on me", he ordered the girl.  She refused, drawing 
herself as high and far from him as her bonds allowed.  Jim 
reached up and grabbed a tit in each hand, pinching her nipples 
hard.

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.

End of Chapter 1

Comments Welcome 
The Bear 
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