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Unfortunately for her, whilst they may be young, they are by no means innocent. (mf-teens, youths, nc, v, bd) *** Nikki checked to make sure she had the right address before ringing the doorbell. It was a nice house, at least on the outside. One of the best neighborhoods, with a neat lawn, well-painted walls and plenty of windows. With any luck, that might mean that the parents paid her a lot better than she usually got for a night's work of babysitting. The greeting process was pretty tame, thankfully. The parents were both in their mid-forties, and wanted to spend a Friday night together at some expensive restaurant. They were both dressed very formally, as they were probably going to see a show of some sort later, too. The kids were thirteen and fourteen years old, named Gary and Jason, respectively. Both were large for their age - practically as tall as the petite sixteen-year old Nikki. The father, however, had whispered to her that they had some maturity issues, just on the way out the door. Jason and Gary did indeed look unusually young, which contradicted with their muscular and large bodies. They both wore tight fitting T-shirts and ripped denim jeans, and spent the first hour or so killing each other in a video game in the basement. Nikki was content with that. She had a massive English assignment due Monday, and she was hoping to spend the evening at least outlining her essay. Nikki was sixteen years old, and going to the local public school. Although she was born in America, her skin had still had a noticeably trace of Latin American ethnicity - from her father's side. She had deep green eyes, and kept her black hair straight, cut just above the shoulders. She was smaller and lighter than most girls her age, although it came completely naturally - no dieting at all. She was also a fair bit smarter. Still, her 'boyfriend' had just broken up with her over the phone, and she wasn't really in the mood to enter the social battlefield anytime soon. This particular evening, Nikki was wearing a dark green tube top and a black leather skirt that ended a few inches above her knees. On her feet were a pair of five-inch strapless black high heels. She very rarely dressed like this, but somehow felt it would be appropriate to wear her most expensive clothes. She had planned to spend the evening at the movie theatre, but she needed the money fairly badly. And besides, the husband might find her attractive, ergo extra cash. "We want you to play a game," came the voice of Gary, the younger of the two brothers. The two had just thundered up the basement stairs to the dining room, where Nikki was slowly extracting quotations from 'Great Expectations'. Secretly, she had hoped that the two boys could keep themselves occupied for the evening, but it was technically her duty to find ways for them to amuse themselves. "Alright, what do you want to play?" she asked, innocently. "It's called Hostage," said the elder Jason, smiling broadly. Seeing the look of confusion spread over his supervisor's face, he elaborated. "One of us is the Villon, and the other is the Police. The Villon kidnaps the Hostage and hides her somewhere. Now, we each have these Nerf guns, and whoever kills the other one first wins." "I don't see why you need a hostage," said Nikki, starting to see where this is going. "Couldn't you two just shoot each other without me?" "But that takes away the entire point of the game," whined Gary. "Because if the Villon is in trouble, he can shoot the Hostage. The Police automatically lose some points, but the Villon loses Respect." "So will you play?" asked Jason, eagerly. "Please? Please?" "Alright," said Nikki, resigning herself to be a pawn in a bizarre children's game. "So who do I get to be - the Villan or the Police?" "You're the Hostage," answered Jason. "I mean, you're the only girl, right?" "What does that have to do with anything?" demanded Nikki. She contemplated lecturing them on feminism, but figured it was the wrong crowd. "Well, you know, like on TV and stuff. The villains never kidnap a guy, or anything. It's just not how it works," said Gary. "Alright, fine," said Nikki, completely giving up. "What does the Hostage do?" "Okay, well, Gary's the Police," said Jason. "He goes to his room and waits there for five minutes. After that, we start playing the game. You come with me." Gary immediately ran upstairs to his room, where they heard a door close. Jason grabbed one of her arms, and pulled her out of her chair. He then dragged her into the kitchen, where he reached into a drawer and pulled out a thick roll of bright red duct tape. Nikki's eyes widened, but Jason ignored her. "Alright, bitch. I've kidnapped you, so you have to do whatever the fuck I say. You don't to that, I kill you, and you're dead, got it?" Jason was holding a small pistol that shot rubber darts. Nikki was surprised by his attitude, but decided to go along with it, for fun's sake. "Yes sir. Of course, sir," she stammered, pretending to be afraid. Jason ignored her and turned her around. In no time at all he had wrapped her hands tightly behind her back with the several layers of duct tape. Nikki instinctively tried to free her hands, but found her wrists were bound tightly together, her palms facing out. She actually couldn't do anything. "Good, now get down on your knees and face me," demanded Jason. Nikki complied. The discomfort her high heels had brought her was over, although the wooden floor provided no comfort for her exposed knees. "How do your hands feel?" "Pretty tight, I guess," said Nikki. Whilst kneeling, her face come up to his crotch, which was only a few inches away from her. As this thought went through her mind, she was completely off-guard for a surprisingly sharp slap across her cheek. She managed to keep her balance, but couldn't even touch her reddened face as her hands were bound. "Sir!" said Jason. "The next time you fuck up like that, it'll be more than a slap." "Hey, watch it, no hitting, sir," said Nikki, trying to both suck up to her surprisingly young captor and enforce a no-violence rule. Jason ignored her, and instead grabbed a small cloth in the kitchen sink. "Open wide," demanded Jason. Nikki was now worried, but knew that that slap across her face had hurt, badly. The kid was young, but he could cause her pain. With her hands behind her back, she was running out of options. She complied, and felt the dish cloth stuffed deep in her mouth, her cheeks bulging out. It was still a little soapy, although she could hardly complain. Jason quickly ripped off three or four strips of duct tape and completely covered everything from her nose to her chin. Combined with the cloth in her mouth, Nikki could do little other than groan. Jason than grabbed one of her ears and painfully pulled her to her feet. He then led Nikki down into the basement, who was walking awkwardly as Jason continued to pinch her ear, hard. He pulled her in this uncomfortable fashion into an unfinished portion of the basement, and then into a fairly large but oddly empty storage room. There was only one overhead light, which was off. The floor and walls were all uneven, as she noted when Jason pushed her to her knees in a corner. "Balance on your knees, bitch," said Jason. Nikki complied. Her forehead was pressed against the corner as her feet were brought fairly high in the air. Jason then taped her ankles together tightly. He then did something behind her back which she couldn't quite see. "You have to keep your feet in the air this entire time. All your weight should be on your head and knees. I've sprinkled talc powder around the floor, so if you try to lower your feet to ease the pain, I'll know. If you shuffle your knees, sit down, drop your feet, or anything else, I'll know. If the powder is at all disturbed, there'll be hell to pay. Now kneel and think about it, bitch." As the door closed Nikki was left in darkness. She was actually genuinely worried. She was tightly gagged, and there was no way anyone would here her muffled groans. Her hands were tightly taped in the small of her back. Her knees were the only things touching the bumpy ground, as her feet were tied and in the air. Jason was right. The floor was very uncomfortable, and her knees were already starting to ache. After five minutes, the pain was almost unbearable. Nikki had nothing to distract herself, so she ended up focusing on the pain. Her small knees were supporting almost one hundred pounds of her weight. They were beginning to burn, and she wondered how much longer she would have to hold this position. Then she wondered what she had gotten herself into. Five minutes later, she was exhausted. She had heard nothing the entire time. Yes, there was the talc powder, but she was willing to risk it. Very carefully, she let the tips of her high-heeled shoes touch the ground. Almost immediately, the pain eased up. The tips of her shoes were very pointed, and she hoped Jason couldn't see the slight disturbances in the talc powder she had made. No matter. Now that the pressure was divided, it still hurt, but not as much. Twenty minutes later, Nikki heard footsteps nearby. She immediately raised her feet again. Her toes and knees were both hurting now, as after half an hour, she was surprised she wasn't crying. Her knees were in immense pain. Her arms were in some pain, too, as having one's hands bound behind the back for half an hour was uncomfortable. Even her mouth was getting sick of the taste of cloth inside her mouth. "Alright, bitch! The Police is dead! I win! I win!" Jason was celebrating. He walked over to her. "Here that, bitch? You got no rescue now. But now I gotta know if you cheated." He glanced at the talc powder. "Looks like you were clean, so, hey - what the FUCK is this?" Jason pulled her feet down, and the small imprints on the powder exactly matched the tips of her shoes. "Thought you could get away with it, bitch? Thought you could cheat me?" Nikki wondered what was happening, He pulled her up by her ear again, although she almost collapsed from the relief. Her knees were completely red. But the game was over, wasn't it? "Oh yeah, there's something I might have forgotten to tell you," said Gary, who walked in the room. "Since I'm dead, you don't have any rescue. I know this never happens in the movies, but that means the Villon gets to keep you, you know? Do what he wants." "Yeah. You're my permanent bitch now. I was thinking I would make you do my homework, but that's so boring." Jason placed a hand on each of her breasts and squeezed. Nikki's eyes went completely wide. She tried to step back, but her feet were bound together, preventing any kind of movement. She was, in effect, completely helpless. "Now, obviously, I have to punish you, 'cause you cheated and didn't kneel right," said Jason. "So I was thinking, what's the right kind of punishment for a girl like you?" Despite his age, Jason was surprisingly sinister. "So for starters, I was thinking we could play a game of Show and Tell." Jason stepped behind her and placed his hand on her neck. The two brothers led her up to the kitchen, which was difficult, as Nikki had to awkwardly hop the entire time. Gary reached into a drawer and pulled out what appeared to be a dog collar. Jason pushed Nikki to her knees, and Gary attached and tightened the collar around her neck, completing it all with a small lock on the back, making it impossible to take off. Gary held up a remote control. "We used to have a dog named Nutsy. This is a shock collar, and it can give you up to nine volts of electricity. It works anywhere within two hundred meters, too. The idea is, if you try anything stupid, I just press this button here," Gary pressed the button. There was a brief pause. Nikki immediately fell to the ground. The shock had effectively removed control of her entire body. She tried to yell, tried to extend her limbs, but nothing happened. Her hips and head shot out wildly. "And that happens. So don't do anything stupid." Jason picked her up from the kitchen floor. Nikki blinked back involuntary tears. The pain was completely unlike any she'd felt before. She simply lost control of her body as a sharp pain exploded through every nerve in her body. What the fuck had she gotten herself into? Jason dragged her upstairs to his room, which was still tedious because of the high heels and taped legs. Gary handed Jason the remote control, and closed the door as he left the older kids alone. "Alright Nikki. I'm going to untie your hands. If you do anything stupid, I will just keep pressing the button. After a few shocks, you become too tired to do anything at all. Don't make me do that." Jason pulled out a Swiss Army Knife and quickly cut through the tape binding Nikki's hands behind her back. Nikki ripped off the rest of the tape on her wrists. It felt very, very good to be free. She automatically placed one hand to her mouth to try to rip off the tape gag. Immediately, however, she felt an extremely sharp pain on her ass. She turned around to find Jason holding a horse crop - the type used to whip horses into action. With a flick of the wrist he struck her square in the right breast with the crop, sending another spike of pain into her body. "The gag, however, stays on," said Jason, patting the tip of the crop in his hand. "Now, I've always been curious as to what a girl's body really looks like. You know, find things out by myself. So, the first thing we're going to do if get that tank top off you. Toss it on my bed when you're done." Nikki complied, hooking her fingers under the rim of her dark green tube. Slowly, she pulled the tube over her head and tossed it onto the Queen-sized bed. Jason smiled as Nikki instinctively folder her arms over her chest. Jason, however, was not one to respect her privacy. "Now, now," he said. He lightly tapped her bare stomach with the crop. "Place your hands on the back of your head, fingers laced." Nikki reluctantly complied, letting her breasts hang down for the teenagers to see. Jason smiled again. He walked up to her and placed one breast in each hands. He felt each one over thoroughly, and pulled them in every direction. He then pinched her nipples very hard, waiting to see tears appear in Nikki's eyes before he finally let go. "Very good. You could do well if you weren't so reluctant. Now, that skirt, take it off." Nikki complied, tears in her eyes. She was being molested by someone who was still in Grade school. When had he even hit puberty? Last week? The tight leather skirt Nikki was wearing a had a small zipped on one side, which she undid. The leather skirt fell in a puddle at her feet, which she hopped out of. Her crotch was scantily covered by a white G-string thong. "Now, bitch, you have two choices. Either you can take off you're little undergarment, or I can spank you twenty times, as hard as I like, with this crop. Which one would you like?" Nikki pointed at the crop. As much as she hated pain, she would hate to lose her virginity to some punk like this. Jason glanced at the crop, and made a slight sigh. "Very well, twenty spanks, however I so choose. So, bitch, get down on your knees and press your forehead to the floor. Lace your hands behind your head." Nikki complied. Jason then effectively sat on her, placing one knee on either side of her torso. He was facing backwards, and had an excellent view of her ass. With no hesitation whatsoever, he raised the riding crop and spanked her ass with all his might. The pain was, understandably, extreme. The crop was designed to spur horses, not humans. Nikki cried in pain, although her gag blocked any noise. With her feet still bound, it was impossible to even kick. Whip after whip, Nikki felt spikes of pain jostle her ass. Tears streaked down her face, but she was completely helpless. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jason smacked her ass for the last time, and dismounted. Nikki tentatively rose to her feet. Thanks to her G-string thong, her cheeks were fully exposed, and each one had sharp stripes across it. Tears coated her face. "Now, bitch," said Jason, patting his hand with the crop again, "would you like another round, or remove your thong?" Nikki was crying and unable to argue. She knew that she would probably collapse if she had to take another 20 strokes. Instead, silently, she undid the small knots on either side of her underwear, letting the white garment fall silently to the floor. Jason bent down and cut the tape binding her ankles together. "Good, now spread your legs," demanded Jason. Nikki complied. Jason carefully examined her crotch, including her vagina. Tentatively, he let his riding crop move up her left thigh, hover around her crotch, and then down her other thigh. He repeated this motion for several minutes. "Well, I think that's you're lesson for tonight," said Jason. "My parents will be home in an hour, so this fun has to stop. I'm sorry." Jason walked up to her and, in one swift motion, pulled off all five layers of tape across her mouth. Nikki didn't even flinch - the pain was really irrelevant. He pulled the cloth out of her mouth, although Nikki remained silent. "Mommy, mommy!" cried Gary, bursting into the room. Tears were swelling in his eyes. His face was red. He collapsed at the floor before Nikki. "Mommy, the lady kept hitting us. Every time we did something she hit us. She hit us, she hit us with her hand and her strap and..." Gary collapsed into sobs. "So," said Jason, calmly, "if you mention this, it wouldn't go over so well, understand? You know how mothers have that instinct to protect their children. Who's she going to believe: you, or me?" Nikki had already gotten dressed in an amazing speed. She was silent. She calmly walked out of room and back to the dining room. After making sure it didn't look like she'd been crying for an hour or so, she resumed her English project. Jason was so damn right. There was no way the parents would believe their two young children tied up and abused an older nanny. No point getting upset. "Oh," said Jason, from the staircase. "My parents will be out again next week. We had a lot of fun together, so maybe you can come back!" END This story has been the work of the author 'Enigma Desparatus'. If you would like to comment on the story, or request a story of any type, e-mail the author at: enigma_desparatus@hotmail.com - Thank you. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51