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 weren¼t 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.

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.