Story RP: Sitting the Sitter 1/2 (bbbf 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 1
It took nearly an hour for Marcie to get the twins off to bed.
Tommy and Tony were just 13, but thought that they could stay up
if she could. Babysitting them was always a challenge. It wasn't
made any easier by the fact that their friend, Jim, was staying
over as well. Jim was almost 15, and nearly hyper-active in his
energy. It wasn't clear to anyone why he was friends with the
twins, but he was.
Once the kids were upstairs with the lights off, Marcie grabbed a
soda from the fridge, and settled in to watch a late movie. She
was 17, and wouldn't normally be allowed to stay up and watch late
movies either, but tonight she was in charge. The Winslows had
shown a great deal of trust in her, leaving their children in her
care for the night, and most of the next day. They weren't due
back until suppertime on Saturday. Some kind of retreat thing.
There were rules, of course. She was supposed to get them dinner
tonight, which she had done, and both breakfast and lunch
tomorrow. No problem. She was supposed to get them to bed by
8:30. That was a problem, since Jim had wanted to stay up until
9:00, and managed to drag even that out.
Marcie settled in, soda in one hand and Tv remote in the other, to
enjoy the quiet time. After double-checking the stairwell, to
make sure that the children werenźt lurking there, she turned to
an adult film channel. That the Winslows had such a channel on
their TV had been a bit of a surprise, but Marcie enjoyed the
wicked sensation she got from the shows.
The film was typical, but Marcie hadn't seen many of the genre, so
it was semi-new to her. The heroine was one of those
overdeveloped girls with a talent for misplacing her clothes.
Half the film was about her trying to make her way home, without
anyone seeing that she was completely naked. Marcie watched in
fascination as the girl, wrapped in a piece of old newspaper,
tried to take a taxi home. The cabbie intentionally opened the
windows, and drove fast enough that the wind whipped the newspaper
off the girl, leaving her naked once again. And when they arrived,
she had another problem: No clothes, no pockets. No pockets, no
money. She had to "pay" the cabbie some other way.
She watched the film to the crazy end, when she had to "convince"
her apartment manager to unlock her apartment for her, since she
seemed to have left her keys with her clothes.
It was nearly one in the morning when she finally shut the thing
off, and headed for bed. She was supposed to stay in the guest
bedroom, but headed for the master bedroom instead. She would
make the bed in the morning, and what the Winslows didn't know
wouldn't hurt them.
As she got ready for bed, she looked in the mirror for a long
time, comparing her body to the girl in the film. She had a
reasonably good figure, with firm, high breasts and nicely rounded
hips. She didn't have the inhuman bust size of the porn-star, but
then nobody really did without surgery. All in all, a nice body.
The boys seemed to like her, but her parent wouldn't let her date
until she was 18.
Finally, she donned her nightclothes, and flopped on the kingsize
bed. Marcie fantasized a bit as she drifted off to sleep,
remembering the time some of the girls at school had pulled her
bathing suit bottom off at the pool, and made her chase them
around, trying to get it back. She had been embarrassed, but it
had made her hot too. She tried to imagine what it would have been
like having to get home like that. It made her hotter. With the
combined heat of the film and her memories working between her
legs, she drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
"See, I told ya", Jim told his two friends as they watched the
babysitter leave the living room. "I told ya she'd watch the
dirty movies." Jim had discovered the twin's at their favorite
hiding space, and watched the TV with them until the movie ended.
The old house had heating vents that faced each other, so if you
took the cover off of one, you could see out of the other. And
the other, in this case, was in the stairwell and gave a perfect
view of the front room from the guest bedroom. This was why he
liked to stay over here. To watch the movies through that vent.
But tonight, he had more in mind.
Silently, the three boys crept down the stairs, sliding most of
the way on the bannister to keep the stairs from creaking. Moving
into the master bedroom, the three stood and gazed at the teenage
girl as she slept. She had fallen asleep face down on top of the
covers, and her pose let the boys look all the way up her long
legs, right to the top. She was wearing a loose, satiny slip, and
pink panties.
Slowly, the boys advanced to the head of the bed, standing to
either side. Under Jim's urging, the twins slowly slipped loops of
rope over the sleeping girl's hands, and gently drew them towards
the bedposts. Once her hands were secured, Jim slowly did the
same to her feet, pulling the rope tight without actually moving
her feet. Then the three stood, amazed at their own daring, as
they stared at their sleeping prisoner. Then, they quietly left
the room, and went to bed.
* * * * *
Marcie awoke slowly, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and rolled
off the bed. At least, that was her intent. Something was wrong
with her hands. She pulled hard, then felt the noose on her wrist
pulling tighter with her efforts. She was suddenly wide awake,
and began pulling at her restraints with some energy. Looking
around in frantic confusion, she saw her three young charges
standing in the room, watching her. She struggled to rise to her
knees.
At a gesture from Jim, the twins took hold of the ropes that held
her ankles, and pulled on them, hard. The girl's legs were drawn
out from under her, and she flopped on her face again. In
seconds, they had pulled her legs straight out towards the
bedposts and secured them there.
"Let me go.", Marcie demanded. "This isn't funny. When I get
loose, you're gonna get it but good." She continued to struggle,
but only succeeded in pulling the knots tighter.
Jim brought his hand down sharply on the babysitter's shapely
backside, not quite a slap, but enough to deliver its message.
"When you get loose? What are you going to do, spank us? I guess
that means we shouldn't let you get loose."
The twins were afraid, so Jim continued, "If you tell on us, we'll
tell on you. We'll tell about the movie you watched last night,
and about you sleeping in here. You'll get in trouble too."
Marcie squirmed uncomfortably, but didn't threaten any more.
Perhaps it was the thought of losing her babysitting jobs.
Perhaps it was the embarrassment of being caught and tied like
this by the children she was supposed to be in charge of. For
whatever reason, she waited quietly.
Jimmy called his two co-conspirators together, and they huddled
together by the door. Marcie strained to hear what they were
planning, but could only make out a murmur and some giggling. The
twins ran from the room, destination unknown, while Jim stayed and
gazed at her near-naked form.
Marcie felt the bed shift as Jim climbed onto it with her, and
uncertainty began to gnaw at her. She felt him begin to lift her
night-dress.
"What are you doing?", she half-yelled. The only answer she got
was silence, and the sensation of her gown being piled up around
her neck and shoulders.
The twins came tumbling back into the room, filled with that
excitement that only comes from doing something you know you
aren't supposed to. Their missions accomplished, they proudly
presented Jimmy with the things he had requested.
Marcy twisted her head one way, then the other in a vain attempt
to see what the boys were up to, but they were at the foot of the
bed, and she just couldn't twist far enough.
She didn't have to wonder for long. She felt a light, feathery
touch on the exposed sole of her left foot, then an equally light
touch on her right foot. The sensation forced an involuntary
giggle out of her, the first of many. The boys began to tickle
her in earnest, and she rewarded them for their efforts with
shrieks of laughter.
"Noooo.", she wailed, trying to control her breathing and suppress
the reaction. No such luck. "Please, not that. I can't stand
being tickled. Pleeeeeese..." Her cry trailed off into a scream
of mirth as her tormentors redoubled their efforts.
Jim took one of the feathers, and began to work on the helpless
girl's ribs and sides. Now Marcie understood why he had pulled
her nightgown up off of her back. Jim sat straddling her soft
bottom, working her over with the feather and his fingers.
Marcie began to thrash around, trying to unseat the tickle maniac
on her back, but without success. The only noticeable result of
her bouncing struggles was an unwanted one: She felt the boy's
youthful member growing hard, even through his pants, as he rode
her bouncing bottom, pressing his growing cock into the crack of
her ass.
Marcie was in agony now. Her sides were spasming, and her middle
was sore with the strain of the unrelenting assault. Her face was
hot and red, flushed with laughter and embarrassment, and tears
were streaming from her eyes.
Then it was over. Jim ordered the twins to the head of the bed,
then had Tommy untie her left hand. She lay there for a moment,
trying to catch her breath, then tried to rise, pushing herself
off the bed with her free hand. Instantly, Jim began to tickle her
again. She reached for him, intent on maihem, but he caught her
arm and pulled it into the small of her back. She struggled, but
couldn't break his grip. Her other hand was treated the same way,
and after a few minutes the boys had them bound behind her back.
Now the twins stood silently, watching their leader do the one
thing they would never dare to do. Jim climbed off the bound
girl, and picked up the other item the boys had brought: A pair
of scissors.
Marcie screamed when she felt the cold steel against her naked
thigh, knowing at once what was happening. She twisted sideways,
trying to get loose, trying to escape, to do something. Her
efforts were in vain, and she felt the shears close, felt the
elastic of her panties spring loose, and knew that the boys were
going to strip her. A wail of despair escaped her lips as the
scissors closed again, cutting the other leg-hole and denuding her
completely. By the time the boys had finished cutting her
nightgown off, she had stopped struggling, and lay weeping in
silence.
She knew what came next. She shivered in anticipation, waiting
for the hands to touch, to invade. She waited, but it didn't
come. Looking up, she saw that the boys were simply looking at
her. They were too young to know what to do next. All they
wanted to do was look.
"Please, stop it. Don't look at me like this.", she begged. "I
won't tell. Just let me go. I won't tell. I promise.", she wept.
The boys stood in silence. They really didn't know what to do
next. They hadn't planned that far ahead. Tommy got a pained
look on his face, and left the room. Marcie heard the bathroom
door open and close. Tony was looking uncomfortable too.
"What's wrong?", asked Jim, looking at Tony.
"It's my thing.", the boy explained in embarrassment. "Sometimes
it gets hard, and then it hurts. I wish it wouldn't do that. Its
like I have to go pee, but I can't."
Jim laughed at his friend's innocence. "Don't you know why that
happens? What you're supposed to do when that happens?", he
asked.
Tony shook his head in silence.
"What do you think they do in those movies?", he asked again.
Seeing Tony's wide-eyed look, Jim got brave. He had a chance to
show off for his young friends. "I'll show you. Help me get her
up.", he instructed.
The two boys went over the the bound girl, grabbed her arms, and
slowly pulled her to her knees. She didn't resist, even when Jim
sat down on the bed in front of her.
Jim kicked his shoes off, and began to slide his legs between the
naked girl's spread thighs. Even if she had realized what was
happening, there was very little she could do about it. Once he
was in position, he slipped his pants down, exposing his rigid
young manhood.
"Sit down on me", he ordered the girl. She refused, drawing
herself as high and far from him as her bonds allowed. Jim
reached up and grabbed a tit in each hand, pinching her nipples
hard.
Marcie gasped in pain as the boy roughly handled her tender
nipples, and found herself sinking down, trying to ease the strain
of his pull. She felt the tip of his member touch the lips of her
pussy, and she recoiled. She felt the boy respond by arching his
back, and pressing his tiny cock into the open folds of her cunt.
It wasn't much of a penetration, but it did the job. When he let
himself down, he pulled her down with him, so she ended up sitting
on top of his horny pelvis.
"Now, move around. Like they do in the movies.", he ordered her.
Again she refused, knowing there was no way he could pull her to
make that happen.
"I know how to make her wriggle.", Tommy volunteered.
End of Chapter 1
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The Bear
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