Story RP: Sitting the Sitter 2/2 (mmmf bd tickling nc?)
The Bear
This story describes sexual situations and activities, and may
offend some people. If you are under 18, or cannot legally view
such material, stop reading now. If you are offended by scenes of
sexual violence, stop reading now. If you choose to ignore this
warning, you are about average.
This story depicts the activities of three young boys, who kidnap
and restrain their babysitter. In this sense, it may be
considered pedophilia, though they themselves keep their clothes
on, and are not touched in any inappropriate manner (for the most
part).
To any who truly object to this, or any other stories posted in
this place, I offer the following advice: Considering the
disclaimer above, and the nature of the place where you found
this, proceed at your own risk. You didn't get this far by
accident.
Sitting the Sitter Chapter 2
Marcie gasped in pain as the boy roughly handled her tender
nipples, and found herself sinking down, trying to ease the strain
of his pull. She felt the tip of his member touch the lips of her
pussy, and she recoiled. She felt the boy respond by arching his
back, and pressing his tiny cock into the open folds of her cunt.
It wasn't much of a penetration, but it did the job. When he let
himself down, he pulled her down with him, so she ended up sitting
on top of his horny pelvis.
"Now, move around. Like they do in the movies.", he ordered her.
Again she refused, knowing there was no way he could pull her to
make that happen.
"I know how to make her wriggle.", Tommy volunteered.
Before Marcie could react, she felt the feather start on her
still-bound foot again. She shrieked and jumped at the contact,
lifting off of the youthful rapists cock, then falling back again.
The boy had been right. In seconds she was screaming and
wriggling around on the boy's penis, effectively fucking herself
on him. What was more, it soon became apparent that she was
responding. There was a wetness between her legs that didn't come
from the boy. Her own body was answering the penis inside her,
reacting to the handling, the tickling, everything. She closed
her eyes, as if ignoring the rape and torment would somehow make
it end.
Marcie's eyes snapped open in response to a flash of light, bright
enough to penetrate her eyelids. Tony was standing by the head of
the bed, camera in hand, snapping pictures of his naked babysitter
as she energetically fucked one of her charges. She looked like
she wanted to die, and the shock and shame began to push her even
closer to orgasm. She began to work faster, hoping the child
could last long enough to satisfy her. Even as she felt the wave
inside building, Jim stiffened, and spurted his load inside her.
She tried to finish herself before he could soften, but just
couldn't make it. Tears of frustration added to the tears of
shame she was already weeping as she felt the boy withdraw and
wiggle out from under her.
"Do you need more?", Jim asked, seeing her condition. She nodded
in silent shame. Jim slipped his hand down between her splayed
thighs, and began to finger her slippery cunt. His energy made up
for his lack of skill, and she began to cum. He kept rubbing her
for nearly a minute, and she actually managed to cum a second time
before he stopped.
"Please", she whimpered. "I can't take any more. Untie me now.
Please."
Jim finished cleaning himself off with the remains of her
nightgown, and considered her request. She looked miserable.
Walking behind her, he gave her a sharp push, and she fell
forward, bouncing face down on the bed.
Marcie felt a sharp slap on her backside, followed by another.
Soon, all three of the boys were taking turns spanking her bare
bottom. They weren't hitting her very hard, but the pain added to
the humiliation. She was found herself getting hot again, but
couldn't help it.
Jim was enjoying himself, watching his babysitter's naked bottom
jiggle like a bowl of jello with each smack. Even better, she had
stopped crying out at the spanking, and had started to moan, like
the girls in the movies. He knew that she was going to want him
to rub her again.
"What if we tickle her furry spot", asked one of the boys, staring
at the dark junction of the helpless girl's legs.
"Oh God, no", Marcie pleaded. "Please, you can't. Not there."
If there was a doubt in Jim's mind, Marcie's pleas convinced him.
Taking a feather in hand, he began to stroke it up and down the
naked girl's spread slot. The other feather soon came into play
across her bottom and lower ribs, and she was soon consumed by
something more powerful than laughter. The forced mirth she had
suffered had left her breathless and sore. But this was worse. It
wasn't just the embarrassment that was making her hot, it was
being compounded by the mad sensations coming from her crotch.
She twisted and squirmed, humping herself up and down in a vain
attempt to find an escape. Neither freedom from the ropes, nor the
release of orgasm was to be had. All she could do was lay there
and endure.
Finally Marcie couldn't take any more. "Please, stop it." She
waited, but the giggling boys paid no attention. She could feel
her juices flowing, and knew that she was leaving a damp spot on
the bedspread. Maybe that was the way out. "Please", she
repeated. "I have to go to the bathroom, and I don't want to wet
the bed."
That stopped the boys cold. None of them could conceive of
helping her at the toilet, and they knew they would be skinned by
their parents if she made a mess on the bed. Slowly, they untied
her feet, and lead her to the bathroom. Jim went inside first,
and came out with an armload of towels. Then he moved the bound
girl inside and closed the door almost all the way. Reaching
through the partly open door, he untied her hands, then slammed
the door and tried his best to hold it closed.
Marcie looked around. No window. No towel to wrap herself in.
Not even a washcloth. She went ahead and used the toilet, because
she didn't know if she would have the chance again anytime soon.
As she sat there, she began to rub her love bud, trying to relieve
the itch she felt. After a few minutes she came, but knew that
she would get hot all over again once they boys resumed their
games.
Escape? Marcie knew she was bigger than any of them, and could
beat them all if she needed to.
She tried the door, and found that the boys were trying to hold it
closed. Bracing herself, she pulled on the doorknob, hard. Jim
and the twins were yanked into the room, and fell in the doorway
in a pile.
"Ok, boys, the game is over.", she announced to the scrambling
pile of children. "I'm going to get dressed, and then I'm calling
your parents. You guys are in trouble."
Jim disentangled himself slowly, and rose to face her. Without a
word, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a picture.
Marcie looked at the photo he held. It showed her straddling the
body of a juvenile boy. His face didn't show. One of her feet
was off the edge of the picture, and her body blocked the other.
You couldn't see her hands, the ropes that held her, or the
feather that tormented her. What you could see was the huge,
laughing smile on her face. She looked like she was having a hell
of a good time.
"There are three like this.", he said quietly. "You tell on us,
and we let people see these."
Marcie looked at the picture again. The tiny penis was clearly
visible entering her cunt. It's hairless state was evidence
enough that the owner was under age. "What do you want?", she
asked in a subdued voice.
Jim smiled softly. He would have let the game end, but her answer
suggested that they could get more. He watched her as she tried
to cover herself. She was trying not to make it obvious, but
there wasn't any way she could cross one arm over her breasts, and
hang the other between her legs, and have it look natural.
"Well, it's almost lunch time.", Jim said. "Let's have something
to eat, out by the pool, and cool off a bit."
Marcie heaved a sigh of relief, now that it was over. She picked
up her gym bag, and began to get some clothes out.
Jim watched the naked girl for a moment, then reached a decision.
Placing a hand on hers, he stopped her from getting dressed. "Put
on your bathing suit.", he half ordered her. She looked at him
for a long moment, trying to guess his intentions, then complied.
Her bikini was a bit skimpy, but it was more than she had on now.
By the time Marcie had gotten dressed, the boys were already in
their trunks, playing out by the pool. She went into the kitchen,
and began making lunch. She hadn't had any breakfast, so she made
herself an extra sandwich, and drank an extra half-glass of soda
while she worked. She debated whether it was better to take the
tray outside, or call the boys inside. She decided to eat by the
pool, figuring that if she needed to call for help, somebody might
hear her out there.
The kids were busy playing like, well, like kids, splashing each
other, screaming and doing cannon-balls into the pool. Nobody
seeing them would think that they had spent the entire morning
molesting and raping their babysitter. When they saw the food,
they swarmed the table, like kids everywhere.
Marcie grabbed her food, topped off her glass, and settled down on
a lounge chair. She ate her lunch in peace, and began to think
that it really was over.
By the time she had finished her lunch, she had almost managed to
deal with her ordeal. Then, Jim came over, and told her she was
going to get a "good tan" today. His tone, and the evil look on
his face brought the nightmare back into focus.
"Sit up, and turn towards the pool", he ordered her. Slowly she
did. Jim stepped behind her, and began to tug at the ties on her
bikini top. Marcie squirmed and protested, but he ignored her,
intent upon his plan.
Marcie felt weird as the boy untied and retied her top, and she
clutched at the fabric portion to keep him from undressing her
completely. By the time he was through, he had shortened the tie
around her neck, and loosened the one around her back, so the
triangles of fabric were pulled halfway up her breasts. Soft
flesh was ballooning out the bottom on each side, threatening to
pop out completely at any sudden movement.
"Now, lie back down, and give me your hands", he ordered. Marcie
knew what was coming, but went along anyway. She had no choice
while he had the pictures. Jim tied her hands over her head,
securing them to the frame of the chair. Then with a malicious
playfulness, he began to tickle her exposed ribs.
Marcie jumped, and squirmed involuntarily as the boy's fingers
dragged the laughter from her once more. "Stop it", she squealed,
trying again to twist away from the torturous touch.
Jim enjoyed tickling the bound girl, but had more than that in
mind. He worked her over, first on one side than the other, until
he got what he wanted. One bounce of her body, and her left tit
flowed out the bottom of her bikini.
Marcie squealed even more when she felt her tit pop free, and
struggled to cover herself. No good. "Please.", she begged,
looking around at the neighbor's houses. "Somebody will see."
"If you stop yelling, nobody will even look.", came the smirking
reply. Then Jim simply got up and went to play in the pool.
Marcie was glad of the relief, and continued to work on the ropes
that held her wrists. She couldn't figure out Jim, who had worked
so hard to get her top loose, then didn't even look.
After about half an hour, Jim came over and untied Marcie's
wrists. "Looks like you're done on this side", he announced.
"Don't want you to burn." Turning her over, he re-tied her face
down, with her arms secured to the sides of the lounge. Once he
had her in place, he carefully took hold of her pants and slowly,
deliberately pulled them down, exposing almost all of her plush
bottom. Again, she protested, and again her protests were
ignored.
After another half hour, he came and released her. "That tan
ought to get a few remarks.", he laughed.
Marcie looked down at herself in shock. She hadn't considered the
tan line her exposure would cause. She had a clear outline of her
top across one tit, and up onto her shoulder. Anyone who saw her
would know that she had been sunbathing semi-topless. She
couldn't see, but could imagine the tan across her butt, perfect
proof of what had happened. She couldn't go outside in a bathing
suit any more. The girls at school would razz her terribly if
they saw her in the showers. Oh God, what was she going to do?
Marcie fled the poolside, followed by the laughter of three boys.
Grabbing her gym bag, she quickly got some clothes out, and began
to get dressed. She selected the only set she had, other than the
ones she had worn yesterday. She looked at the short skirt,
wishing it was longer. Nobody could see anything, of course, but
a sexy outfit might give the boys more ideas. The blouse was
plain white, with short sleeves, and could be buttoned up to the
throat.
Jim watched Marcie run inside, her pants-down tan visible on her
legs, even when she had her pants on right. This was more fun
than he had planned. She hadn't seen the pictures, or the tan
trick coming. With a final evil plan in mind, he followed her
inside. Finding her in the process of getting dressed, he
interrupted her.
"That looks nice", he told her, startling the shaken girl. "But
it would look so much better if you left the bra and panties off."
"Why? Nobody is gonna see my underwear anyway.", she protested,
fearing the worst.
"I know.", he replied. "But I like the idea of you, bare-naked
under the skirt. And your breasts will poke through that blouse
just right. Mr. Winslow will probably give you a big tip. He
likes to look at pretty girls, you know. That's why they have
those movie channels."
Marcie moved away from Jim, placing the bed between them for
security. Then, reaching under her blouse, she unhooked her bra
and took it off. She knew that Jim would be disappointed that she
didn't take her blouse off to do this, but he had seen all of her
she wanted him to see. She turned to face him, and pulled her
panties off, again making sure that he couldn't see anything. She
placed the underthings in her bag, along with last night's clothes
and the remains of her nightgown.
Then, under Jim's watchful eye, she carefully made the bed and
tidied the room, making it look like nothing had happened. She
was just finishing when the twins tumbled into the room yelling,
"They're here. Mom and Dad are home early."
Marcie felt a lump in her throat. She wasn't going to tell what
had happened. Jim wouldn't tell. She didn't know about the twins.
She needn't have worried. Jim already had them coached. They
were the very image of innocence when the Winslows came in. Jim
even helped with their bags.
Marcie never knew how she got through the conversation that
followed. The Winslows were cheerful and happy, and asked cheerful
and happy questions in cheerful and happy voices. Later on,
Marcie couldn't remember what they had said, or what her answers
had been. Mr. Winslow did stare at her braless chest as he paid
her, and did indeed give her a large tip. She hardly noticed.
Once outside, on her way home, she felt as if a nightmare had
ended. Getting caught would have made that nightmare real. At
the end of the driveway, Jim was waiting.
"Jim", she began. "That was incredible. Even wilder than last
time."
"Yeah", Jim replied with a mad grin. "I think it was the pictures
that did it. They made it even crazier."
"Speaking of pictures, lets have them.", she ordered sternly.
"Maybe I should keep one.", he joked as he handed the packet over.
"That way, I could make you run home naked, like the girl in that
movie."
The thought made Marcie flush, and started her itching again.
"Maybe next time", she said. "At night, when we can do it without
getting caught."
"Ok", he agreed. "Who are you babysitting next week?"
"I don't know yet. But if its the..."
The conversation trailed off as the two planned their next game,
together.
End of Chapter 2 End of Story
Epilogue: This story is a fantasy. It is not intended to endorse
either the abuse of babysitters, the abuse of women, or the abuse
of children. While there are some people who get turned on by
letting strangers see them naked, it is not for everybody. And
the idea that women in general enjoy being tied up and spanked or
sexually abused is largely a masculine fantasy. I'm not saying
that no women enjoy it. Some do, but its relatively rare. Don't
assume that all women do. That kind of game is fine, if you find
a partner who enjoys it, but make sure that they want to play
*before* the game begins.
Comments Welcome
The Bear
thk...@earthlink.net
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