Helping the Babysitter Become a Model Chapter 1-8 WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the author, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites. DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. Please! Send me your comments! Email to notmystory@kc.rr.com Helping the Babysitter Become a Model By notmystory@kc.rr.com Jim Wilson was a thirty-eight year old married man. Father to a now five old boy. Jim was a computer consultant, and found himself working many nights and weekends. Jim had been happily married to Brenda for 12 years. In his spare time, he built custom made high end PC's and workstations. His wife Brenda was an attractive young woman at thirty-three. She had gone back to work as a flight attendant shortly after giving birth to their son. Two years ago, both of Brenda's parents had died, leaving them without the best babysitters that one could have asked for. Luckily for the Wilson's their next door neighbor, Mrs. Lee, ran a daycare center from her home, and had a daughter about their son's age. She was more than happy to take their child into her care. She watched children from 6 AM to 5 PM at a very reasonable price. When Jim and Brenda talked to her about needing someone to watch little Tye later at night, she offered her assistance. Although she said that she was unable to watch any children later than 5:00, she gave them the name of a young teenager that she knew from her church. She assured them that she was the most responsible sixteen year old she had ever met. She then told them how she occasionally had her watch her own children, since she was fourteen. She explained to the Wilson's how Kristin was looking for more work, and that this might be the perfect fit for both of them. Having gotten introduced to Kristin by Mrs. Lee, the Wilson's explained what they needed to her. Deciding that it really was a perfect fit, the Wilson's hired their new babysitter. Kristin would pick up Tye from Mrs. Lee's at 5:00, and bring him over to their house, where she would watch him until Mr. Wilson would make it home, on the two nights a week that Mrs. Wilson had to take over night flights. After the first six months, Kristin began watching their son even more, working an extra night during the week and even watching him some on weekends. Mr. Wilson was totally enamored by the young woman's beauty and personality. Kristin was a beautiful young woman, with an incredibly thin waist, which tapered down from her large chest, before flaring out to her shapely hips, she also had shapely athletic legs. Her face was angelic in it's features, with deep blue eyes that you could get lost in. Her body as shapely as Britney's and her face was as beautiful as Jennifer Love Hewitt's. In the two years that she had watched the Wilson's son, her chest had seen the most dramatic change of her teenaged body. Although already curvy at sixteen, by eighteen her breasts had grown to be 34-D's. Mr. Wilson had noticed, shortly after she began watching their son, that she began showering at their home on some of the nights that he made it home later than normal, and one night he had returned home while she was still in the shower. Watching her walk out of the bathroom, with her long brown hair still wet against her back, gave him an idea. That weekend, while his wife was away, he installed two pinhole color cameras. One camera was over the door, while the other one was opposite the shower head. The tiny holes for each device were impossible to see on their wallpapered walls. For the first two weeks, his video surveillance turned up nothing, but on the third week, he made it a point to stay out late, and hit pay dirt. Upon reviewing that evenings recordings, he saw her in all of her naked glory. He watched the screen of his computer intently, as she removed her clothing casually, and then entered the shower. She was as perfect and beautiful in the nude as he had dreamed that she would be. Her skin was perfect and smooth, without any detectable blemishes. His eyes where locked on the screen, as she entered the shower. He watched in a trance, as he saw her tender pink nipples harden under the falling water of the shower. As she lathered her young body with soap, he began masturbating to her image on the screen, for the first of many times to come. Over the months his collection of images of her grew, and so did his interest in her. In the months that passed, he had tapped his own phone line, so that he could find out more about her. He would listen to her phone calls to her girlfriends, and her boyfriend David as well. Over the months he and his wife had increased her pay, in order to keep her services, finding her help invaluable. As the months went by, Jim became more obsessed with his young babysitter, at this point, only seventeen. Kristin was the women that he saw now more than his wife. After September 11, the airlines had hit some rough times. In order for Brenda to keep her job, she had been forced onto longer flights, requiring her to be gone even more often now. In his wife's absence, he found himself and Kristin talking more than ever. She was such a sweet young girl, and he found himself feeling guilty about his desires for her. In January of Kristin's junior year of High School, he took a side job, building a couple of high end video editing workstations, and a server for Bob Reynolds's. Bob was a photographer, and worked on all types of jobs. In the weeks that it took him to build, configure, and transfer the data to Bob's new machines, the two had become close friends. Both men shared many of the same interests. High end computers and electronics, fast cars, football, and beautiful women. In the time that they worked together, Bob had shown Jim some of his different work. Bob called himself a fashion photographer, but in reality, he did all types of photo and film work. Although rarely, he even took a family portrait for the Wilson's. As Jim saw more of Bob's portfolio, he found his friend did everything from portraits for the rich, to Magazine covers and spreads for fashion rags, to photo shots for the local Sunday ads. Being in a smaller Midwestern city, Bob did a little of everything to pay the bills. As the months passed, the men's friendship grew, and Bob showed him even more of his work. He also shot some photos for men's magazines, no not Hustler or Maxim, but real hardcore sleazy stuff. Everything from solo nudes, to boy/girl, girl/girl, two on ones, gang bangs, you name it. He also shot stag party Videos, and custom made videos for private collectors and web sites. Judging from the amount of material, Jim decided that most of Bob's work must be on the adult side of things. He did just enough of the other work, to look respectable. Jim felt comfortable with Bob by now, and brought some of his \ photo's of young Kristin to Bob, so his friend could enlarge them, and print them up. Although the captures from his tiny pen cams where not the best, Kristin's beauty could still be easily seen in the photos. As Bob began his work on the images, he grilled Jim as to who the girl in the pictures was. Finally Jim told him they where photo's of his babysitter. Bob began to question him more, when he found out how Jim had gotten the photos. giving his friend a hard time. Bob now started calling Jim a voyeur, and grilled Jim for more details about the young beauty. He wanted to know more and more about her, her age, her religion, her height, her weight and had he ever gotten a piece, or was she still a virgin? As Bob interrogated Jim for information, Jim kept slipping up giving him more information than he had meant to give. Under the questioning, he let it slip that he had bugged his own phone lines. As Bob's interest grew, Jim began to feel more and more uneasy talking to his friend about her. After a few hours of questioning, Bob had finished making the prints for Jim, and the two men parted, going to their respective homes. A week had passed, and Jim hadn't heard from Bob. On a Tuesday night, the following week, Jim pulled into his driveway late as usual. As he got out of his car, Bob pulled in behind him. As Bob got out, he explained to Jim that his laptop had died and he had important stuff on it, that he needed right away. Telling his friend that he would be glad to help, Jim lead him into the house. Upon entering the house the two men where greeted by his beautiful babysitter. Introducing his friend as a fashion photographer, to his young sitter, Jim led the trio back to his shop. As Kristin filled Jim in on his son's activities of the evening, Bob listened to her intently. When she had finished her report, Bob began talking to her, and asked her several questions about herself, making polite conversation. The two talked while Jim worked on the laptop. Bob made it a point to tell the young girl several of the magazines that he had worked for. As he sat and listened, Jim thought perhaps Bob was padding his resume just a bit. As her interest grew in his work, Bob retrieved a copy of his portfolio from the laptop bag, that he had conveniently brought with him. The two looked through his photos, and he told her how much money the models could make, before asking her if she had ever thought of modeling, and telling her that she would be a perfect model. Kristin blushed under Bob's compliments, and insisted that she had never thought about it. She listened intently, as he tried to dazzle her with stories of travel to exotic locations, and meeting with celebrities. Jim sat there listening, having not heard Bob put such an extravagant spin on his job before. In fact, when the two had talked about it, the only good part of the Bob's job was his describing seeing the women, and occasionally finding one who would let him get to know her better, in an intimate manner. Bob then turned his efforts towards trying to convince the young girl to give modeling a try. He told her that she could make good money, and still keep her job with the Wilson's. She thanked him for his kindness, but told him that it just wasn't for her, before she decided that she needed to go home. After she had left, Bob told Jim that the laptop hadn't worked in over a year, and not to worry about it. Then he talked to Jim some more about Kristin. "Your telling me that you don't want a piece of that ass?" he asked him, while holding his chest, feigning a heart attack. "No, but she's my son's babysitter, and I'm a married man." Jim told his friend, tossing the broken laptop to him. "So!" Bob shot back. "So just forget about it. God knows I would give my left nut to get my cock into her, but I can't, so forget about it." Jim said, shaking his head at his friend. "What if I could guarantee you a piece of her, and that you wouldn't get caught. Brenda would never know. Hell Kristin doesn't even have to know. What would you say?" Bob asked, in total seriousness. Seeing that Bob had some kind of plan, Jim thought that he better put an end to this, before it went to far. "Look Bob, I'm sure that you think so, but I know this girl. She comes from a good religious family. Hell she won't even let her boyfriend touch her breasts, so there's no way that your going to get into her pants. Just forget about it, okay?" "Well look I know that I'm going to have me some of that. Now it would be a lot easier with your help. I mean, come on it's not like you're a saint, you've been making videos of her for a year now. Hell between that, and recording her phone calls, you know how many laws you've broken. Shit, do you know that what you done could get you charged with child porn, if any of those photo's of her ever got on the net, or printed somewhere. Hell she's only seventeen for Christ's sake. Look, you can help me on this, and get in on the action, or I'll do it on my own, and you'll get nothing. But you had better hope that none of those photos make it out, or your ass will be in jail buddy." Bob said, as he stood looking ready to leave. The threat, though not spoken, was clear to Jim. He knew that Bob still had copies of the pictures that he had taken of Kristin, and was apparently ready to use them. With the options of helping his friend get what they both wanted, or going to jail, Jim had an easy decision on his hand. "OK, what do you have in mind?" Jim asked. In the next hour or so, Bob laid out at least part of his plan to Jim. Leaving out those aspects of it that he thought Jim might be too soft stomached to hear. Agreeing to Bob's apparently well thought out plan, Jim turned over the audio tapes he had of Kristin's phone calls to Bob, and agreed to do as he said. For the next four months Jim would leave hints to Kristin about how Bob had been to Italy, France, Hawaii and New York. He would hint that she should call him, and left Bob's business card, with his phone number, on the fridge, and next to the phone. In the same four month period of time, Kristin and Dave had broken off their year long romance. However with Bob now taking all the tapes Jim didn't know why. Bob would stop over about every two weeks, sometimes when Jim was there, sometimes earlier, so that he could ask Kristin if he could wait inside for Jim. He always took the opportunity to ask her to model for him, telling her that she should at least give it a try. After four months, the pressure had been so great, that she finally agreed to allow Bob to take some photos of her, to make her up a portfolio. Within a week of that, he had lined up several "Gig's" for her. She soon found herself in the local ads, modeling clothes or standing in front of one product or another. None of the photos where especially provocative, she was always fully clothed. Bob had never asked her to do anything that could be misconstrued as sexual in nature. In fact, the only thing Bob had ever requested of her, was that she improve her tan. Telling her that stockings didn't shoot well in some lights, and providing her with a membership to a local club. After her first two weeks, Bob brought in a male model, coincidently just the kind of guy that Kristin was looking for. In fact, the young man knew all of her likes and dislikes, and knew exactly what to say, as Bob had coached him on what Kristin was looking for, having heard hours of her talking with her friends about it. After two months of modeling for Bob, she began dating Bill, the male model, under Bob's watchful eye and expert tutelage. In her third month of modeling for Bob, she was offered her first magazine cover. She was overjoyed to hear the news, then Bob told her what it entailed. One of the true crime magazines was looking for someone to model as a Catholic school girl, who had been bound, raped and murdered in upstate New York. The money was good, and Bob had shown her several of the magazines recent covers. In all five covers, there was a woman either being bound or attacked. All the women where fully clothed, and none appeared obscene to the youth. With assurances from Bob, and his prodding, she reluctantly agreed to do the shoot. She was finally convinced, when she was told that he would take some shots with Bill in them. She wore a white sweater and red plaid skirt. Bob started taking shots of her in standard poses, telling her that they could add them to her portfolio. Next he had Bill come out, dressed as the "killer", with a stocking pulled over his face. The two stood in various poses under Bob's directions, with Bill standing over her, with a knife in his hand, while Kristin crouched in fear, as he lifted the knife over her head. There was another shot of him holding the knife to her throat, as she looked surprised by his assault. Next they moved on to Bill tying her up, and gagging her. He bound her arms behind her back, and then her legs. He hogtied her, and then tied her in other positions that she had never imagined before. She would have fought or resisted anyone else but Bill, and found herself getting excited under his touch. Next she was tossed on a bed, where she found herself tied spread eagled to the headboard and footboard. She was then tied to a pulley from the ceiling, and then to a pole from the ceiling, finding her chest wrapped in circles of rope. Although it was all done with her clothes fully on, she couldn't help but feel almost cheap when it was done, but the hugs and kisses from Bill made everything better. It was now July, only two months before her eighteenth birthday, as she prepared to go back to school for her senior year of high school, and things couldn't have been better for the young beauty. She thought that her relationship with Bill had blossomed into true love, and he was truly all that she had looked for in a boy. She was making good money, between her modeling and watching the Wilson's son. Although her parents where reluctant to support her decision to do any modeling, they had up to this point been happy with her jobs. That was probably because she hadn't mentioned the true crime "gig" to her parents. In the two months before she turned eighteen, Kristin had done five more True Crime covers, or so she thought. Each featured her as some type of uniformed victim. In one shoot, she was a nurse. In the next, she was a uniformed police officer who was bound and raped by an inmate. In the next she portrayed an American GI, who was captured by the enemy and brutalized. In yet another, she was an airline stewardess, and finally a cheerleader. Although she never found herself taking off her clothes, she never liked being tied up and apparently assaulted for the camera, she always felt dirty and cheap at the end of each session, until Billy would comfort her. At Billy's insistence, or so she thought, the two even did a few swim wear shots. The first time she wore a one piece suit, but after some smooth talking from Bill and Bob, she agreed to do a bikini for two more shoots, though she almost refused to do it, after seeing how skimpy the second bikini was, but Billy convinced her that it would be okay. Little did she know, that when she was asked to lie on her stomach on the beach towel, that with the thin thong that she was wearing and the bikini top tied behind her back and at the neck, that in the photos she looked like she was lying naked on the simulated beach. As their relationship grew, Billy just seemed to know just what to say at all times, always addressing her concerns before she even voiced them to him. Little did she know he was being briefed on her conversations with her girlfriends. In just four months, Billy had gotten farther with Kristin than Dave had gotten in over a year. The week after her eighteenth birthday, Kristin was at Bob's studio again. This time to do another True Crime cover. Bob had received a call, as he had so many times now, and had to leave. The two youths now used to Bob leaving them for hours at a time, when he got these calls, sat back and relaxed. Billy began some heavy kissing on her lips, and petting of her chest. For this shot she was already dressed as a young lawyer, who was attacked by one of her clients, a criminal. His hands moved inside of the gray business suit that she wore, and was soon unbuttoning it, and the white blouse that she wore underneath. Swept up in the arousal of the moment, she said nothing, as he laid her down on the bed, and continued undressing her. The two were used to the hot lamps glaring down on them during their photo sessions, and Kristin thought nothing of the fact that Bob had left them on when he left. As Billy continued to undress her on the bed, Bob had returned to the studio, and from his office in the back, began taking photos with his digital camera that he had setup on their tripods. He also started the digital camcorders that he had set up, for this purpose, all around the studio, including one hanging from the ceiling right over the bed. He would have preferred to be there in person, to work the cameras by hand, but this would have to do for now. Just as Bob had instructed him, Billy undressed the unsuspecting young woman, and positioned her on the bed, just as he had been told to do. He dropped his face between her legs, and began licking her precious pussy. Feeling a touch to her legs, right on her pussy, as she had never felt before, she moaned in pleasure, and in between her moans of ecstasy, she made feeble calls for Billy to stop. As he pulled his face away from her now damp mound, he knew that it was safe to ask. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked her, as he stroked his thumb over her clit, and began sucking on her nipple, as he brought his face to her chest. Now feeling an urge that she never had, she looked at her lover, thinking that the two were in love, and that he was the one man in the world for her. "No, it's all right, you can continue." she said, closing her eyes in pleasure, as she let out another low moan from the pleasurable feelings that he was creating in her body. With one hand rubbing her clit, he used his free hand to undo his slacks, and push them down his hips, never taking his mouth away from her nipple. He climbed onto the bed, and gently positioned himself between her legs. Moving his mouth down to hers, he kissed her, and told her that he loved her, as he slowly pushed his cock into her virgin cunt. Bob had come out of the office, and standing in the shadows, with a camcorder with telescopic lenses zoomed in on her crotch, as Billy popped her cherry. She whimpered, as he was as gentle as he could be, when he tore through her hymen. He pulled his cock totally free of her, showing it covered in her blood. He made sure that he held it there long enough for Bob to get the shots that he wanted, as Billy looked down at her, and the blood on her thighs from his invasion. Looking at Kristin he saw that she still had her eyes closed, but whimpered again when he had pulled out of her. She said nothing for the minute or two that he kept his prick looming over her just deflowered pussy. Billy thinking that Bob had gotten his shot by now, and afraid his cock was softening, slid back into Kristin, as gently as he could. Feeling the hot wet tightness of her cunt, he was worried that he wouldn't last for all of the shots that Bob had wanted. As he stroked in and out of her for several minutes he pushed all thoughts of what he was doing out of his mind. He was a professional, and had a job to do. Making love to her in this way for several minutes, he nudged her to move, and as he rolled over onto his back, he pulled her up on top of him, on the king sized bed. She whimpered and said, "Please, can't we just do it the other way?" as he pushed her up into a now almost seated position over his cock. Not responding to her request, he simply began bouncing the small frame of the young woman, up and down on his cock. She still hadn't opened her eyes, and began moaning and whimpering as he moved her up and down on his shaft, as he lifted his head to suck her nipples into his mouth. Watching her large firm tits bounce up and down on her small frame, he found himself about to lose control again. As she neared the first orgasm of her life, the realization that they were having unprotected sex finally crossed her mind, and she opened her eyes to look into his. "I'm not on the pill." she told him. He looked at her, and seeing her concern, replied "I'll pull out before I cum." He watched her close her eyes again, as he buried his prick deep into her, and felt her climax on his cock. He felt her whole body shaking uncontrollably, as she found herself in the throes of sexual bliss. He waited for the moment to pass, before he pushed her over to the side, and quietly moved around behind her. He pulled her by her hips, to the edge of the bed, and guiding her with his hands, positioned her on her hands and knees, as he took his place behind her. With his cock still hard and wet, he slipped back into her bloody cunt from behind. She moaned in pleasure again, as he adjusted his rhythm, and reached around and below her, to grasp her tits and knead them. He pulled her up to his chest, as he pumped into her, and then pushed her back down, so as to ride her doggy style. He repeated the process several more times, before he again felt himself on the verge of his own climax. When he had driven her to her second orgasm, and felt his own imminent, he pulled out of her, and quickly stepped in front of her face. He slapped her once on the cheek gently, then stroked his cock several times, before erupting all over her beautiful face. Her eyes shot open the minute that the first glob hit her cheek, and just in time to get struck in the eye with the second one. "Ouch!" she cried out, as her eye burnt badly from the liquid. "That's gross! Stop!" she cried, as she tried to pull away from him. He held her by a handful of her hair, until he finished emptying his balls on her face, she huffed and turned her nose up, as he moaned with his last spurt, now fully spent. "God, why did you have to ruin it?" she complained, as she tried to wipe the cum from her eyes. "Shut up you little slut, you know that you enjoyed it too, so stop your complaining." he told her. "Look tell Bob I had something's that I had to do, and I couldn't wait any longer." he said, as he pulled his slacks back on. She looked up in shock, through the cum running down her face, at the way he spoke to her. "Look you where a great lay, maybe I'll see you around sometime honey." he said, as he grabbed his coat and left, without even bothering to put on his own clothes, rather leaving in the costume that Bob had provided. Kristin looked on in shock, speechless. She couldn't find any words to say, as she watched him stroll out of the studio, leaving her lying there naked, her face covered with his sperm, as well as blood and her own juices running down her thighs. She began crying, as she felt lower than she ever had. She felt dirty and used. She finally got up some twenty minutes later, and went to the dressing room. She used the shower to clean herself off, as she cried and wept over the lose of her love and virginity. She dressed and left a note for Bob. She then left the studio, making sure that the door locked behind her. She had never seen Bob hiding in the shadows, as she lay there and wept. Once she was gone, Bob went to the back door to let Billy back in. He changed his clothes, while Bob got his money. His job done, Bob gave him his thanks and the money, and said goodbye, anxious to get a look at the videos and photos that he had shot tonight. For the next two days Kristin hadn't returned any of his calls, so Bob went to the Wilson's, where she was sitting for their child that night. He had waited to knock on the door, until he was sure that she had put the child to sleep. He noticed the rings under her eyes, and it was obvious that she had been crying when she opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation, he walked into house, and right into the living room, where he took a seat, holding his laptop bag in his lap. She followed him slowly, never looking him in the eye. She was heart broken, and seeing Bob had only helped her to think more about Billy. She had called his number repeatedly in the last two days, however she had gotten a message the number had been disconnected. She had borrowed her parents car to go by where he said that he lived, however the women who answered the door, said she didn't know what the girl was talking about. Feeling Bob's eyes on her, she finally spoke, "Look, I can't do it anymore. I quit OK. I'm not doing anymore modeling." "Oh, I'm sorry that you feel that way, I was so happy with the shots from your last gig, that I was hoping to do more just like it." he said, handing her a large brown envelope from his laptop bag. "I guess these will be the last shots of you that I get." he added, producing another envelope for himself. He pulled the photo's from his envelope and said, "Well that's alright, I'll sell these and the video, and that will have to be enough." as he flipped to the next photo in his stack. "I'll be sure to send your folks, and the rest of the family a copy, when they get published." Kristin her interest peeked, at his mention of a video, since she had never shot a video for him, pulled the photos from the envelope. She fell of the couch, and onto her knees, when she saw the first photo. It was a picture of her on her hands and knees, naked on the bed, with Billy's cock buried in her pussy from behind, as he fucked her. Looking over her shoulder Bob spokeup. "Yeah, that's a good one, but this one is my favorite." he said, dropping a photo on top of the one in her hands. The photo showed her face cum running down her check while Billy's cock only inches away was in the middle of another eruption. Her eyes where open in the photo and she looked sadly to be in the middle of a passionate moment. She broke down crying after seeing the photo. "How? Why? That wasn't supposed to be photographed. You can't sell that! I never agreed to that." she said sobbing. "Oh, but I can." he said, dropping a photo of her signing her photo release as he always had her do before a shot. She was wearing the gray business suit, and sitting at a table signing the papers. Next he dropped a photo copy of the release to her. "If you look, you'll see in the highlighted areas, that you sold me the rights to sell all photos and videos taken that night, no matter what the content." he said confidently, "That's a standard contract in the industry, and let me assure you, it WILL hold up in any court in the country." he informed her. Without even looking at the paper she tried pleading with him, "Please, you can't! My parents will kill me. If the other kids see it, my little brother, the church... No, you can't! I couldn't live if this ever got out." she cried in panic and fear, thinking what would happen when her father saw those photos. "Oh don't worry I'm sure that this movie will take at least a week or two to make it's way onto the Internet." he said, as he began playing the video on his laptop. "Look at you go. Damn, people pay good money to see a innocent young girl like you, having her cherry popped for the camera." he said, holding the laptop in front of her face, as the video played. Her crying continued, as she dropped the photos onto the floor, and buried her head in her hands. "No! No! Please! What do you want? Please don't, you can't." she cried. He waited for several minutes, while she cried and sobbed on the floor. She continually sobbed that she would "do anything", but "he couldn't", he just "couldn't" let these pictures out. Deciding that he had given her long enough to suffer, he spoke at last. "If you don't want these pictures distributed across the world, be at my studio Friday at 6:00 PM. Tell your folks that you'll be watching Tye overnight Friday and Saturday for the Wilson's. As I know that you have watched the boy over night before, I won't take no for an answer, and I'll have Jim cover for you with your folks. If your not at my studio on Friday at 6:00, I'll send these photos to your father, and your church website, before I sell them to some friends I have in the business." he said, putting his laptop back in the bag and walking out. He left her sitting on the floor, with the photo's lying around her, as she sat there and cried. All he could do now was to wait and see if she showed up or not. Chapter 2 Forcing herself, Kristin got up and readied herself to face the world. She had considered pretending to be sick, but knowing her parents wouldn't allow her to do any babysitting tonight if she didn't attend school, she dressed and got ready for school. Although she had already gotten her parents permission to watch Tye overnight, for the next two evenings, she still had yet to decide if she would go to Bob's studio that evening or not. Her mind was racing, as one moment she committed herself not to fall deeper into the trap that Bob was setting up for her, then moment's later she knew that she had no choice but to submit to the evil bastard. If he made good on his threats, he would destroy her life, and the lives of her parents and siblings. She wouldn't be able to show her face at school or church ever again, if the video or photos of her ever got out. She thought of her younger and older brothers seeing her doing those things. Then her father, he couldn't be a Deacon of the Church, with videos and pictures of his daughter acting that way, floating around for all to see. She considered calling the authorities she knew blackmailing her this way was illegal, but if she got the authorities involved, the very thing that she wanted to keep secret, would be made public. She could see it now, the photos of her naked and having sex, being shown on the local news. She had read the release that she had signed, and Bob had told her the truth. Deep down in several different places, it had stated that she had sold him the rights to sell her images and likeness to anyone or to any media outlet, as well as any say she had, as to what content, or it's usage, could be sold or used. The contract even made mention to streaming video images and sounds. She had even signed the part of the contract that stated that she was over 18, and of age for consensual sex in this state. She knew she couldn't legally stop him from selling the photos and video of her. She also knew that he must have even more terrible things in store for her. She spent her day at school in a daze, unsure of what she would do from one minute to the next. Even as she got off the bus, a block away from Bob's studio, she worried about what awaited her. When she got home from school that day, her mother hit her with another curve ball. It seems that Bob had called and offered her family the use of a time share property he had. Since this was Labor Day weekend, and it fell on his time, he hated to see it go to waste. So the generous Bob had offered it to her family. Her mother had already packed up everything for her parents and brothers to go stay at the exclusive cabin retreat, some six hours away. She told her that she was sorry she couldn't go too, knowing that her daughter already had plans to watch the Wilson's child. She had barely gotten to see her family that afternoon, before they left, which was almost as soon as her youngest brother had gotten home from school, shortly after she did. Her father had been in a hurry, wanting to beat the holiday traffic that was all trying to get out of town. She waved goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway, and heard her mother yell back to her, "Now you be a good girl and stay out of trouble. We'll be back sometime Monday night, we love you." then they pulled away hurriedly. Those words were still echoing in her mind, as she steadied herself to go inside of the studio. She would be strong, and tell him the way it would be. She wouldn't let this animal control her. As she stood outside of his door, she made up her game plan. He had obviously planned all of this to get in her pants, so fine. He had already helped to rob her of her virginity, so she would let him fuck her, just this weekend, then it was going to be over, and she would demand all of the other pictures back, and the video, or no deal. Mustering up as much confidence as she could, she walked into the studio, ready to face the S.O.B. She found him sitting at his desk waiting on her. "You're late young lady." he said, motioning to the clock on his desk. "So." she retorted defiantly, not wanting to back down to him. "Well maybe I have already sent your pictures out via E-mail." he said, hoping to shock her out of her defiant attitude. He saw the look of panic cross her face, and wondered what she would she do now. Looking down at the floor, while she thought of her response, it came to her and she replied, "Fine then, I guess I can leave." "You could, but I would mail them out to a lot more people. If you don't want that to happen, then I suggest that you lose the attitude, and sit the fuck down. Now!" he said, in a smug voice, confident that he had her where he wanted her. She was momentarily shocked by his harshness, but quickly recovered. "Well that's too bad, I don't feel like sitting down. I came here to get those pictures and that video back, now can we make that happen, or do I leave right now." Bob was a little surprised by her strong resistance. He knew that she was smart and strong willed, but never thought that she would show this kind of backbone, under her current predicament. Shaking his head he said. "So, how do you plan on getting them back? If you don't mind telling me that is." "Look we both know what you want, so fine, let's get it over with. But I want it in writing first, that I get all of the copies, negatives, and whatever else that you have, as soon as we're done, and then I never want to see your stinking face again." she said, gritting her teeth. "Oh, and what is it that you think that I want?" he asked, as coyly as he could. "You want..." she hesitated, finding it hard to say those words. "You want to make lo.. You want to have sex with me. That is what you want, isn't it?" she said, losing some of her anger as she spoke. Laughing, he replied "Well yeah, of course." Hearing his answer she took a deep breath, almost relieved. "But I want so much more. Sex is just the beginning, but it's for sure not the only thing we're interested in." he told her, in a serious tone. Shocked by the beginning of his statement, she had totally missed the fact he used the word "we" in his statement. They stood in silence for several minutes, Kristin trying to think of how to respond, while Bob waited to hear her thoughts. "Well that's too bad." she said, in a stronger tone of voice than she actually felt. "I said I would let you fuck me, and then it was over. So take it or leave it." she said, determined to see her way through this. "OK then, I'll see you around kid. But I won't be the only one seeing you." he said, spinning around in his chair to face his computer screen, as he brought up his E-mail program. Kristin's jaw dropped, as she watched him zip up photos of her on his screen. He had called her bluff, and now she didn't know what to do. "No stop!" she said, as he began typing an e-mail to her father. "Look can't we come to some sort of compromise. Please." she said in her sweetest voice, deciding that she should act nice to the evil man sitting across from her. "Will I suppose we could play for winner takes all." he said, smiling as an idea came into his head. "What do you mean?" she asked reluctantly. "Well, I have your original release here." he said, holding up the originals of the contract. "And I have a new contract that I was going to have you sign here tonight. If you win you get your old contract along with all of the photos and videos. However, if I win, you sign your new contract, and do everything that I say for the duration of it." As she listened to his proposal, a thousand thoughts and questions raced through her mind. But the first thing that she asked was, "Play what?" "Anything you want. Chess?" he said, motioning to the board on a shelf across the office. "No, I never learned how to play." she replied, still thinking over his proposal in her mind. "Okay, well then what do you know how to play?" he said, pulling a deck of cards from his desk drawer and tossing them on the desktop. Looking at the pack she began to think out load. "Solitaire, Blackjack, Hearts, Poker, Go Fish..." she started saying. "Okay." He interrupted "How about Poker? A page of the contract for each hand. Three for you three for me." She looked as he held up the papers. "What's the new contract, what does it say?" she said "It says that your mine for the next twelve months, sixty films, and unlimited photo sessions." he began to tell her. "NO way!" she said, as she edged for the door, fear gripping her tightly. "Okay, have it your way. I do hope that daddy likes the pictures of his little princess naked and screwing some boy." he said, holding the papers and turning back to his computer. She stood in the doorway frozen in horror. She couldn't believe what he had just said. "No. I came here to get those pictures and stuff back, not let you make more." she said crying, all of her strength had now drained from her. "Yeah, I understand that, and I'm willing to give you a chance for that. But you have to be willing to put yourself on the line too." he informed her. "No you don't understand I can't let anyone see those pictures, no way. If my father or brothers.." she cried, but he interrupted her again. "No, I do understand, and I can assure you that if you do as you're told, no one that you care about in this town will ever see them. I've got private collectors that I'll sell these films to. They'll never be distributed, and no one you know will ever see them. However, if you lose the game, and then refuse me during the year of your contract, and I will sell the footage to distributors, and then you and your family will have to live with that shame. Of course, on the other hand, you could win your old contract back, and this all could be over right here and now. It's up to you play the game, to have a chance to end this all, or you can leave right now, and I'll sell the film of your cherry being taken to a distributor, as well as sending copies to everyone in the city. What do you think Kristin? What's are you going to do?" he said in his smug voice "So if I win, you'll leave me alone?" she asked. "Yes." he replied "And if I lose, I have to work for you for a year, and then you'll leave me alone." she asked, to confirm what was being offered. "Yes." he replied. "And you promise me that no one in this town will ever see any of them?" she asked. "No one that you know will ever see them." he replied, finding it incredible that she was foolish enough to believe anything he told her at this point. "Okay so let me be clear on this, if I win, I walk out of here and it's all over. If you win, I work for you, making movies and stuff, for one year, and then I get to walk away and its over, and you swear that no one that I know will ever see them, and it will all be over." she asked. "Yes." he said beginning to become annoyed. "So I won't have to. You know, you won't want to. I mean I won't have to, you know with you." she asked. "Oh no, you will have to have sex with us. Yeah, we're definitely going to fuck you. But that's my offer, take it or leave it? You have five seconds." he replied. Having again missed his reference to "we" and "us" and "we're", she started to ask another question, when he started counting down from five. When he hit one she gave up trying to ask another question, and blurted out, "Okay. Okay. I'll do it, but you had better keep your promises." she warned him. "Oh I will." he said, smiling as he pulled the cards from the deck. He had been a dealer on a local river boat, and shuffled the cards most impressively. He handed her the cards and told her to cut the deck. As she cut the deck several times, he sat there happily thinking how lucky it was he that had never told her that he was an amateur magician. His confidence was through the roof, this was his marked deck, and he knew that there was no way that he would lose. He won the first hand, and after making her sign and initial every necessary spot on the first paper, he saw that she was ready to vault for the door. Thinking that she needed a little hope, after again winning the second hand, he let her win the third and fourth hands. Now they were tied again. He won the fifth hand and taking the third unsigned contract, made her sign and initial it as well. Now having gotten all three of the papers signed for her new contract, he won the next two hands in short order, in order to put it to bed, so to speak. After winning the final hand, he quickly grabbed the papers off of the desk, fearing that she would do something drastic. He dropped them into his fireproof lockbox, in his desk drawer, and turned his attention back to her, as she held her head in her hands. She tried to come to terms in her mind over what had just happened to her. As her thoughts began to swim in her mind again, Bob stood up and said, "Well, if you don't mind, I think that we've wasted enough time. Now I think it's time that we got to work." Placing his hand on her shoulder, he led her out to the studio set. Kristin was still in a daze, her mind not wanting to accept what had just happened. Entering the studio, she saw that he still had it setup as a bedroom, with the king size bed that she had lost her virginity on, still sitting there, as it had just two nights earlier. She was standing there remembering the scene from just forty-eight hours ago, when Bob handed her a hangar with a costume on it. She stood back and looked at the outfit presented to her, as Bob began to turn on the lights around the studio. Thinking that it looked small for a cheerleader's outfit, she started to walk to the dressing room. "Oh no. You want be needing to use the dressing room anymore, you can change right out here in front of me." Bob told her. "What? That wasn't part of the deal." she whimpered. "Oh yes it was, and you'd better stop all of that crying, or you'll find that this part of it will be the least of your problems." he warned her menacingly. Reluctantly she undressed as quickly as she could, then tried to slip into the skimpy outfit that he had provided her. She stood there in a white wool sweater, about three sizes too small, and a red and white cheerleader's skirt, that didn't quite cover her ass cheeks. After some initial problems, she began to do as Bob directed. Although she had rings under her eyes, and it was obvious that she had been crying, she began to smile for the camera, feeling more at ease than she had been in the months previous to now. He had her work the camera for several minutes, as he saw her begin to relax for him and the camera. Then he told her it was time for a wardrobe change. Handing her another hanger, holding her next costume. This time he had her change into a Catholic school girl's uniform again, obviously way too small for her. The shirt was so small, that she barely got it to button over her large tits. Again, her ass cheeks were exposed below the short skirt. She was faster to relax this time, and he had her play more to the camera. Happy that she had begun to relax, he had her touch up her make-up, before he handed her the next change of clothes. This time she was asked to put on a tight fitting business suit, that made her look older than her eighteen years. He again instructed her to seduce the camera, as he took her photo's. He had to admit that she was a natural in front of the camera. Even now, when she was under such duress, she took great shots. He then decided to push her a little further. "Okay, now undress for the camera Kristin. Make it sexy, and slow." he instructed her. She looked at him, her eyes begging him not to make her go through with it. His evil glare back answered her pathetic plea for relief, and she slowly began to undress, first letting the business jacket fall from one shoulder, then the other, finally letting it drop to the bed. She began to unbutton the tight fitting blouse that she was wearing. As she undid the last button, she gave him one last pleaful look, before letting it fall off of her body. As she stood before him, wearing only her bra and the tight silk skirt, she began to sway her hips sexily, as she unzipped the thin skirt. She let it wiggle its way down her hips, as he filmed the entire erotic scene. He felt his penis growing hard, as she moved her body before him. As he watched her, he decided that there would be plenty of time for photos later, as he felt the tent in his pants rise. He moved from behind the camera, and told her to lose the bra. Seeing him moving closer to her, she stepped back. She felt the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed behind her, and knew that there was no place else to go. "Now I said." he told her quietly. Slowly she moved her hands behind her back, and undid the wire clasps, holding her bra up. As the lacy bra fell off of her chest she felt Bob push her back, causing her to fall onto the bed. His hands moved quickly to her thin white panties, which he swiftly ripped from her hips. Chapter 3 Kristin found herself crying again, as she laid naked on the bed. Bob stood over her, staring down at his prize. Her thin firm body was just beginning to perspire, and a light coat of sweat now covered her soft tanned skin. He took in the sight of her lying there beneath him. He moved his gaze upward from her knees, her legs still hanging over the side of the bed. Up her shapely thighs, his eyes traveled to the patch of hair between her legs. Her bush was darker brown in color than the hair on top of her head he noticed. He made a mental note that she didn't trim her furry little patch. and he would have to change that. As his eyes moved up her belly, he saw that her rippled belly looked strong and fit, athletic and toned. Stilling moving his gaze further upwards, he took in the glorious sight of her large tits. The two perfect breasts stood proudly up from her body. They where perfectly round and firm, tight and perky, the kind that every man dreams of. Even lying on her back, they kept their gorgeous shape, not sliding down to the sides of her body, as an old woman's would. He stared intently at her small soft pink nipples, centered on her white breasts. The tan lines, where she wore her bikini glared the difference between her skin's natural light complexion and the light brown tan that she had on the rest of her body. His gaze now continued up her youthful body, to her slender shoulders and elegant neck. His eyes stopped moving upwards, as he began examining her youthful face. The beauty of her face was no doubt her best quality. Although some men might tell you that it was her large tits, or her shapely round ass, but Bob knew that was because they simply hadn't taken the time to look her straight in the eyes, and see the natural beauty of her face. Even through her tears, and make-up, which was streaked down her cheeks, she was the most beautiful, and innocent looking creature that he had ever seen. Her large blue eyes gave her that innocent and trusting look, which was priceless. As he had taken in the sight of the beauty laying on the bed beneath him, his hands had been busy undoing his trousers, and pushing them and his boxers to the floor. After pulling his shirt off, over his head, his eyes made contact with her's. He could see inside of her, see her fears and worries. He saw the pleading to be let go, freed from what she was about to go through, deep in her eyes. As he lowered himself down on top of her, she felt his naked body touch her own. The hair of his legs tickled her thighs, as he lowered his head onto her chest, and began to kiss and suck lightly on her nipples, moving from one to the other, giving both equal amounts of his attention. Although disgusted by the situation that she found herself in, she was unable to control her feelings. Much to her dismay, she found that her body was enjoying his attentions. She heard a moan escape her lips, as her nipples hardened into pellets under his tongue's insistent motions on them. She tried hard not show any reaction, as he molested her, but she failed. She had never had anyone touch her the way that he was now doing, until just forty- eight hours ago. That night when she had given herself to Billy, she thought that it had been an act of love between two people who truly loved one another. But now, as he manipulated her body with his mouth, she felt no love, no passion for the man, and yet her body was responding the same exact way. She was left lying there thinking, almost clinically, about what this man was doing to her. She found herself shifting her body from side to side, as his mouth moved between her breasts. Her back would arch, and then fall, from the sensations that were going through her body, caused by his tongue's movements. As she lay there under him, she felt panicked, feeling she had lost control of her life, and now her body. With every touch he made, it sent shivers of lust through her body. She felt his breath upon her bare skin, and felt his hard cock sliding across her thighs, as he moved from breast to breast. He then inhaled her entire breast into his mouth for a moment, and then moved lower down her body. Kissing and licking her skin, as he moved down her body. Then he moved his mouth over her pussy. He pressed in closer, and gave her a kiss, right in the middle of her patch of hair. She was breathless, as she waited for his next move. Her anticipation of what would happen to her next, causing her to grit her teeth, and squint her eyes. Bob looked up and saw her facial expression. He was unsure if it was one of anger, or discomfort, either way he didn't care. He nuzzled his nose into her patch of hair, seeking her treasures down there. When he felt his nose slip between the folds of her pussy lips, he pushed her legs apart farther, and then pressed into her slit even further, before taking a deep breath of her pussy scent. His warm breath, on her most private of places, caused her to squirm around under him. She tried to cope with these new sensations, without making a sound. As she steadied her breath, she felt the wet warmth of his tongue, as it darted deep into her folds. She arched her back again, as a loud moan flowed from her mouth. Her eyes were now closed, and she was finding it more and more difficult to control herself, as he sunk his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt his hand move to her mound, and again tried to move away from him, as he began running his fingers over her gently. Not letting her move away, he worked his thumb into her, easily finding her clit. He began rubbing his thumb over it lightly, as he drove deeper and deeper into her cunt, with his tongue. He heard her moans, and looked up to see her back arching up like a half moon. She was reacting to his manipulations of her body, and she couldn't help herself. He could taste her juices, which were now flowing freely from her cunt, lubricating her body for what was to come next. Sucking in the juices, he found himself in a place of ecstasy. As he pulled his tongue from her pussy, he moved up her body to her face. Once more taking in the sight of her angelic face, he leaned down and kissed her. She still had her eyes closed, when his lips touched her's, and pushed them together even tighter, as she felt him push his tongue into her mouth. She tasted her own juices on his lips for the first time, and found herself repulsed by the sweet pungent taste of it. As his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, she felt the head of his cock push at the entrance of her cunt. She tried to protest around his tongue, which was still lodged in her mouth, as he slid his dick in past her outer lips. His first stroke inside of her was slow and gentle, and he repeated it again and again, slowly working himself into a rhythm. She had moved her head from side to side, but couldn't break free of his lips and tongue. Once he had established a steady tempo, he broke his lip-lock on her, just in time to hear a moan of pleasure escape from her lips. He increased his tempo, as he felt her pussy contract around his cock, as her orgasm was building to a crescendo, and the damn of her own climax about to explode. She felt a warmth in her belly, even as her mind told her how disgusting this was. He looked down at her face, and saw the play of emotions running across her mind, under her tightly closed eyes. Her heavy breathing and panting, between moans of pleasure, were in stark contrast to her crinkled forehead, showing her stress, as he steadied back down into a slow and constant pace now. As his hands moved down the poor girl's body, he wrapped his large hands around her silky thighs. Pulling evenly on her legs, he pulled them up from where the were, hanging over the bed, and placed them up over his shoulders, pulling them even further apart. Even being as young and flexible as she was, Kristin found this position uncomfortable. As she whimpered in her discomfort, over this new position, his hands traveled back up her body to her tits. As he squeezed her firm breasts in his strong hands, he drove his cock into her deeper and further with each stroke. His new rougher strokes drove poor Kristin to the fifth orgasm of her young life. As she came down from the pleasure of her orgasm, he increased the force of his thrusts with each stroke. She had begun to feel some pain, as he pounded his cock into her even harder. Finally unable to take the pain any longer, she begged him to be gentle with her. Her pleas however fell on deaf ears, as he rammed his cock into her violently, and as he pinched her nipples, she shrieked from the pain. When she felt him bury his cock inside of her cunt and stop, she suddenly understood what was about to happen. "No!" she screamed, terrified that he would impregnate her with his seed. "No! Stop! I'm not protected. DON'T!" she cried out, as she felt the first jet of his seed shoot into her unprotected womb. She tried to pull away from him, hoping to get away before anymore of his sperm found its way into her. As she tried to use her legs to push away from him. Bob looked down at her, as she struggled to get his cock out of her. He grabbed her hips, and pushed farther in, as she screamed in protest. He found her struggles exciting, and could see no reason to tell her that he was sterile. He was having too much fun watching her panicked squirms. When he finished having emptied his load into her, he collapsed on top of her, tired and exhausted from his exertions. Her legs fell back to the floor, no longer held up on his shoulders, and she lay there crying, as he laid on top of her. She sobbed and whimpered again, tears falling freely from her eyes. After ten minutes of being crushed under him, he finally rolled over, and she took a deep breath, now feeling relief from the pressure of his weight upon her. As soon as she caught her breath, she started to get up from the bed. "Where the hell do you think your going?" he asked her. "Just to the bathroom." she said weakly, tears still running down her face. "Fine, but don't take too long, we've got a lot more to do here tonight." he said, as he watched her walk into the bathroom. Just as the door closed, he heard her sobbing break out into full cries of despair. He laid on the bed, listening to her uncontrollable mental breakdown. After relaxing for a bit, he began to prepare for the next set of photos that he wanted to take of her. Finally, after forty-five minutes, she emerged from the bathroom. She had dried her eyes, but still looked like hell, as she stood before him, trying to cover herself with a hand towel. Her hair was now a mess, her were eyes bloodshot from crying, and her posture sunken, as she walked up in front him, her spirit broken. He could still see his hand prints in red, on her tits. "Here, put this on." he said, handing her the Army uniform that she had worn before. "You might as well dress the part, because you already look the part." She looked at the outfit surprised, this was a whole outfit, not some skimpy imitation of one, as the others that she had worn that night had been. She put the outfit on, happy to see that it came with a matching set of white panties and white bra, along with a green t-shirt, that fit her chest very snuggly, along with the standard, regular issue, camouflage shirt and pants. As soon as she was dressed, he approached her, and quickly grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back. She then felt the rope slide first around one wrist, and then the other. He pulled the two ropes tightly, then circled each around her wrists again. He quickly had her wrists secured behind her back, and as she tried to pull her wrists apart, she found that he had done it quite securely. She let out another grunt, when she felt him pull her arms up behind her back, and felt him tie them to a rope from the ceiling. She watched as he next dropped a drape from the ceiling, it was a painting of a stone wall, like you would find in a dungeon, or a castle or a prison. Finding herself tied before the painting, he moved back to his cameras, and began taking photos of her. This time he gave her no directions, he was just happy to see her hanging there in pain. After several minutes of taking shots like this, he moved out from behind his cameras. He pulled a black hood over his face, pulled a knife from a cabinet drawer, and then approached Kristin, as she hung there in pain. As she looked at the knife, she thought that it looked just like the rubber one that Billy had used before, but as he brought the blade of the knife to her shirt, she discovered that it was the real thing. He sliced the camouflage shirt off of her with just a few slices from the razor sharp knife. He took several more photos of her, with the remnants of the shirt hanging from her arms. Next he returned to where she hung, and cut several slices into the front of her t-shirt, as she cried out in fear. Next using a tube of red lipstick, he ran it across her flesh, through the cuts he had made in her shirt. Then he draped a whip over her shoulder, and returned to his cameras. He was happy with the results, as she now hung there with her t-shirt ripped open, and looked like she had been whipped by someone, who left her beaten and wilted. After getting all of the shots that he had wanted, he again returned to her, and pulled her pants down violently, ripping them from her body. After some more photos of her that way, he ripped her t-shirt from her body, and then again took more photos of her. Next he stuffed remnants of her t-shirt into her mouth, and ripped the bra from her body, using it to tie and secure the rag in her mouth. He took the time to get more shots of her like this. Then he focused the cameras on her, and set them to take photos every twenty seconds. He then approached her, and ripped the panties from her hips, leaving her with only the scraps of her shirts, hanging from her wrists. He moved behind her, dropped his pants, and began to take her doggy style. He was rough and forceful, grabbing her tits, and spanking her ass, as he drove his cock into her. She whimpered and cried into her gag, hoping that he would stop. His assault finally ended when he again filled her with his sperm. His second ejaculation inside of her drove her even wilder than the first one had. She was already worried that she would get pregnant from the first time that he came inside of her, but now, as he did it again, she was frantic to clean it out of herself. Then to her horror, he left her hanging there, as he grabbed a camera, and began taking close-ups of the liquid which was now running out of her pussy, and down her thighs. Finished photographing her, he went to gather his things. When he was ready to go, having shut down the computers, lights, and cameras, and having made a few phone calls, he approached her, carrying a black trench coat. It was already 11:30, and he had a big day planned for her tomorrow. Using the knife, he cut her free, and handed her the coat, telling her to put it on. As she reached to pull the gag from her mouth, he angrily told her again to put on the coat. Slipping the coat on over her naked body, he grabbed her arm, and led her out of the studio and to his car. On the way to his car, she tied the coat shut, and pulled the gag from her mouth. They drove in silence to his house. Once inside his house, he led her to his bedroom, and told her to go shower and clean herself up. She spent the next hour trying to wash away the remnants of the night from her body. As she walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel, he ordered her to lose the towel, telling her that she would always sleep in the nude with him. As soon as she lay down next to him, he guided her to ride his cock, as he placed her on top of him. He made love to her twice more throughout the night, each time leaving his sperm in her cunt. When he woke her in the morning, she was exhausted. Handing her a breakfast sandwich, he began to ask her questions. When was her last period? How heavy was it normally? How had she enjoyed the sex? She answered the barrage of embarrassing questions as quickly as she could. He then told her that she would start taking birth control pills, as soon as her next period was over. She then began to cry, telling him that she may not have another period, after he had "creamed" inside of her all night. As she cried and whimpered in despair, he finally let her in on his little secret. Telling her he was sterile, and there was no chance that she would get pregnant from his sperm. As she relaxed, hearing this good news, she tried to calm down and collect herself, when he told her what was about to happen. He informed her that his partner would be by shortly to fuck her, and she had to make a decision. His partner refused to wear a rubber, and he was very potent, having four children already. She could either let him shoot his load into her cunt, and take the chance on becoming pregnant, OR, she could take him in her ass, and suffer through the pain and humiliation that would cause her, OR she could suck him off with her mouth. However, if she decided to use her mouth, and suck him off, she would have to swallow every drop that he squirted into her mouth, or she'd be punished severely. At first she objected to it all, claiming that she had never agreed to have sex with anyone else. But Bob made a persuasive argument, which quickly changed her mind. Then he asked for her again for her answer, telling her that he had to prepare her, as his partner would be there in just half an hour. "Well Kristin, where do you want him to fuck you?" he asked her, with a Cheshire cat grin from ear to ear. Chapter 4 Deciding it was the least offensive of his demands, Kristin agreed to let his partner deposit his sperm in her mouth and swallow it all. Just the very thought of a man's penis in her mouth, made her stomach turn, but she couldn't bear to think of allowing anyone to stick their dick in her ass. The very thought of it just sounded too painful for her to even contemplate. Although both of those options were repugnant and disgusting, they were still better than risking getting pregnant. Having given Bob her answer, he told her to go shower and clean up. He handed her a hanger with some clothes on it, and told her to put them on when she was cleaned up. As she walked into the bathroom, Bob told her that she had twenty minutes to get all "dolled up". As he watched his new star close the door, with a look of defeat on her face, he smiled broadly, happy over the way that things had proceeded more smoothly, after having gotten off to such a bumpy start. The strong resistance that she had initially shown early Friday night, had forced him change some of his plans for her. He had decided that he would need to do more to break her will, he also needed to find something more to hold over her, to ensure his control of her. He feared that she may be planning to try and break free of him again. He had hoped to keep the young beauty to himself this first weekend, but he felt that her actions, and continued reluctance to accept his demands, warranted this change of plans. As Kristin showered, she found herself wondering what else the sick pervert had in store for her. He had already taken so much from her, and she wondered what else he would do to her, if she allowed this to go on for a year. She feared that there would be nothing left of her in a year, if he had his way. She knew that she had to find a way out. What if she really refused, would he really send those pictures out. After all, she had been late, and he hadn't mailed them yet, maybe he just was bluffing. As she stepped out of the shower, she knew that it was too risky to take that chance. As she brushed her long silky hair, her thoughts turned to even darker ideas. She could kill him, she'd seen enough movies to make it look like an accident, hadn't she. Thinking better of it, she decided that she could hire someone to do it for her. She had money saved up from her modeling and babysitting. No, then she would have that, for someone else to hold over her. She finally turned her attentions back to the present, and to the clothes that Bob had given her to wear. The white canvas shorts were even in her size, in fact she had a pair almost exactly like them. The knit tank top looked shockingly similar to one of her favorites. The bra and panties, even the ankle socks, he had given her to wear, were just like what she would normally wear. She was shocked that nothing he had given her to wear was sick or perverted. He had given her clothes that she could actually feel comfortable in. Bob was waiting for her as she walked out of the bathroom, with a few minutes to spare. She looked perfect, and the outfit looked just the way it had in the photograph that Jim had given him to enlarge. She looked at him angrily, as he motioned for her to follow him. Slowly she trailed him down the hall, and then down the stairs. He stood behind her, as he guided her down the basement steps. She looked over her shoulder feeling a little uncomfortable with her back to him. As she walked into the well lit room at the bottom of the steps, she had a strange feeling. The room had a bed and dresser in it that looked vaguely familiar, from the wallpaper to the floor. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it troubled her. He led her over to the bed and asked her to have a seat. He then walked over to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, he took the tray he had placed there earlier out. Walking back to the bed, he sat next to her, as she glared at him. He ordered her to close her eyes, unaffected by her obvious anger and hatred towards him. She let out an angry sigh, and closed her eyes without saying a word. Taking the bandages from the tray, he placed one over each of her eyes. The tan material was almost the same color as her tanned skin, making it look as though she merely had her eyes closed. He secured each patch over her eyes, and when he was confident that they would stay there, he began to give her directions. "When my partner gets here, I'll tell him that you want him to fuck you in the mouth, so when you feel him pull out of your cunt, and put his dick against your lips, you'd better open you mouth." he said, patting her thigh. "You'd better take it in your pretty little mouth, and suck him dry. And don't forget, if you spill so much as a drop, I'll do you in the ass. Do you understand?" he ask